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Corvallis Weekly Gazette. GAZETTE PUBLISHING HOUSE, Pubs. CORYALLIS, OREGON' The crops in Europe are, according to the latest returns, much below last year, although little, if any, below the average of the last ten years, so that the important demand there will be fully up to the average. SOLITUDE. The manufactories of Connecticut are reported in a booming condition. Nearly all are running on full time, and not a few on extra hours. Among these mentioned as doing well are the hosiery, carpet, silk, velvet, brass, silver plate, knife, pins, clock, arms, ammunition factories, etc. There is a loud call for an extradi tion treaty between the United States and Great Britain that shall include . the large number of defaulters that are domiciled in Canada. The pres ence of an asylum so near and so . conTenient of access gives a promise of impunity which cannot but be a powerful incentive to crime. Happy the man whose wish and catrt A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcern 'dly find Hours, days and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mixed; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Pope. SIX YEAES. The value of dairy products exported :from the United States during the :four months ended August 31, 1885, as reported by the bureau of statistics, was $5,289,504, against $7,733,619 during the corresponding period of last year. During the ten months which ended August 31, 1885, the shipments of beef and pork amounted in value to $73,761,451, an increase of $2,024,641 compared with those of the corresponding period of 1884. The Ontario Bureau of industries publishes its report on the condition and outlook of the cereal crops in On tario, Dominion of Canada, under date of September 10, in which it is noted that the yield of all wheat throughoit the province is 24.3 bush els per acre, as against an estimate of 23.3 bushels by the August report; or a total product according to the for mer of 21,280,543 bushels, as against 20,474,729 bushels by the latter. Mr. Stephen D. Elkins, a somewhat noted politician, thinks that parties M'ill have to grapple with the labor question that it is a live issue that must be met. He says that "the price of labor has come to be computed on the basis of what it costs the laborer to live a situation which cannot en dure with the degree of education pre vailing in this country. Mr. Elkin's remedy is co-operation and combina tion, making capital and labor har monious instead of antagonistic." Mr. Alvin Sutton stood in the shadow of the drapery, looking up the long and brilliantly lighted salon where Madame Marschel had gathered her "dear five hundred." He was not so elaborately dressed as the other men present. His coat had been sponged and brushed for the occasion, although his gloves were fresh and of the nicest quality, which bit of extravagance nearly emptied his purse Truth to tell, Alvin Sutton's fame just at present exceeded his finances. He was a rising young author, and as such Madame Marschel who was a charming little old Frehch lady, had become interested in him, and chose to introduce him into her set. Alvin would not have .acknowledged that he came to-night for the express purpose of looking once more upon Kate Chamberlain, but such was the fact. Outwardly, he was quiet and easy, carrying himself despite his shabby coat with the graceful insouciance which attracted and fascinated so many of his acquaintances; but in his heart, refusing to be quieted, was a restless memory of old days, when with a laughing sixteen-year-old girl, he strolled along the beach of the dear little seaport across the ocean, or drifted with merry jest and song over the moonlit waves of Penobscot Bay. Six years ago! She was a romping, gypsy-faced girl, whose best dress was a fifty cent cash mere. He was the village doctor's son, earning a modest remuneration with his pen, and dreaming dreams. Ambitious friends had stepped be tween them. a wealthy aunt Kate went abroaji with destiny by a wealthy marriage, he to comple her Even General Gordon, exigencies of British politics exalted to the rank of a martyr and hero of almost superhuman excellence, did not eeem altogether admirable to all who knew him. For example, Judge George S . Bachelder, the American represen tative in the international tribunal at Cairo, who has just returned to New York, brought back with him a not very favorable opinion of the general. He says General Gordon,Jwhomhe saw and of whom he heard so much from those who knew him well, cared for nobody but himself, and had the same disregard of death as the orientals among whom he had lived for so many years. He was pious, but bloody, and would have made the Soudan gi.'oan with his despotism if fate had not cut short his career in Khartoum. "To us in Cairo," says Judge Bachel der, "he was anything but a hero Gordon brought about hi own de struction by disobeying orders." Col. Fred. D. Grant h mapped out a work that shall be supplemental to his Lather's book npon the imier his. tory of our armies during the rebell ion. xne colonel is in possession of Un immense amount of material bear ing upon matters that are little known to the public; and yet that are of great public interest, and from these purposes compiling a book that will give the record of his father duringthe time of reconstruction and the subse quent eight years of his presidency. Many interesting points will be drawn from Gen. Grant's private correspond ence while he was president points that will throw light upon the hidden secrets of that time. Col. Grant will try to condense this matter into a volume of 500 pages, connecting the private and official documents by a necessary thread of explanation, but supposed; and now at this late day he found her in Paris, unmarried still, surpassingly brilliant, the admiration and the adoration of the gay world wherein she moved, and betrothed, it was whispered, to Lord R , a prom inent M. P., twice her years in age, but immensely wealthy. Kate's beauty did not consist of reg ularity of feature, her month was too whom the j large, her chin too decided. She had ! magnificent hair and eyes, however, ; and there was an intangible witchery : about her presence that brought scores of lovers at her feet. ; For this they called her a coquette, , and women said spiteful things about her. Only a few among her society friends ; understood the real nobility of her ; nature. Those who knew ner best were to be found inthepoverty-strick-! en haunts of the great city, but Kate was not made of the stuff to reliear.se , her own deeds of tenderness and char i ity. To-night, as she stood in the centre of a brilliant group, radiant in satin, lace and costly jewels, her old-time boy-lover was doing her a great injus , tice in his thoughts. Proud, selfish and vain, hetold him self; the innocent girl-heart he had known warped by her frivolous, shal low life sold to an old man for money. Nevertheless he did not object when 1 nis nostess lea mm forward , "Miss Chamberl r have the pleas , ur- o present Monsieur Sutton of your own country, mam'selle." Alvin bent low before her, with a faintly-sarcastic smile curving the big brown moustache. Would she recog nize him? "Sutton Alvin Sutton!" said Kate, a sudden bright smile lighting her great eyes as she frankly gave him her hand; "of my own native village, dear madame!" And she nodded gayly at the French woman, who arched her delicate eyes in surprise. "Ah! is that so? What pleasure!" "Yes, indeed, -it is a pleasure," re sponded Kate, With another smile at Alvin, which made the men about her green with jealousy, while the young man himself bowed again and mur mered something about "too much honor." One by one the others' drifted away, until they stood quite alone together. A hot resentment had grown up in Alvin's heart against her. She was so much at her ease, so lovely, and gra cious, and smiling. Did she know or did she care what he was suffering? When the others had left them, a new shyness came into her manner. That smile in her eyes, that fluttering he will find impossible to present in so confined a space even the more impor- color in her smooth cheeks, the old tant papers that will be remixed to : child-like cadence in her low tones clearly define the personal and politi cal situation of his father during those years. In compiling this work he closely will follow the plan laid down for him by the general, with whom he has discussed the subject frequently and thoroughly, and there is, therefore every reason to believe that the result will be satisfactory to himself and of value to the public. More interesting, perhaps, than Gen. Grant's book, to the great mass of readers. , what did it all mean? But with the sudden remembrance of her title lover, he crushed out the passionate hopes in his heart, and mentally called himself a fool to be thrilled so by the coquettish arts of this woman. She was making the most of her last days of freedom that was very evi dent. Well, since she desired a flirtation, why should he not gratify her, and in dulge this mad desire of his for com- Eanionship with the woman whom he ad struggled so vainly to forget? Surely, a more intimate knowledge of her folly and "weakness would work a radical cure of his passion. If Kate Chamberlain was surprised ar.d puzzled b3' his manner, she was also fascinated by it. He seemed to have grown as vari able as the wind; at times tenderly gallant in his treatment of her, at times bitter and sarcastic. And Kate's meekness was a wonder to behold. To be sure she quarreled with him, but much as a naughty child would quarrel with its lawful guardians. The fiercest never seemed to keep them apart. Wherever Kate was, the young au thor was sure to appear in his shabby coat, sometimes smiling and debonair, sometimes with a coldly, careless ex pression, which made him doubly handsome. Match-making mammas whose daughters were attracted by his fine face and figure, were wont to say of him: "A handsome young man, but so very poor, you know, hi spite of his talents." It mattered little to him. He had eyes and ears for but one woman. He denounced himself a hundred times a a week for being a contemptible fool, if not a knave, for lingering about this woman whom rumor had betrothed t o Lord R , yet night after night found him in her presence at ball, at opera, hiding his pain and passion under a careless exterior. But the end was near. Lord'R was expected in Paris soon and Kate's aunt's had been showering reproaches upon the girl for her reckless disregard of appearances in flirting so desperately with "that poverty-stricken scribbler, who hadn't a decent coat to his back," and Kate was quite desperate. "Lord II returns next week, and what willhe think of you?" pursued her irate relative. "It matters little to me what Lord R thinks," replied Kate, very calmly, though there was a glitter in her dark eyes. Mrs. Chamberlain, who affected Par isian manners, ut tered a little shriek. "And you are as good as engaged to him! What can you be thinking of? I am sure he is coming here to propose to you. People consider it a settled affair already, and you are the envy of half the women in Paris you strange, perverse creature!" "Aunt Louise," said Kate very de cidedly, "hiord K is not comma here on my account, I think he understands that I shall never marry him. You have been kind to me, and have shown me many fav ore, for which I am truly grateful there fore I regret to disappoint you, but honesty compels me to confess that I shall consider myself a happy woman, when Alvin Sutton asks me to be his wife." And she swept away, leaving Mrs. Chamberlain in a condition bordering on frenzy. Kate was so sure that Alvin Sutton loved her. Had they not vowed eter nal constancy in the old days? Had she not kept his image pure and un dented in her heart, while she waited, waited for fate to bring them together once more. She laughed, with blissful tears in her eves, thinking over the old davs and their more recent intercourse, dur ing which he had not scrupled to con demn her frivolous life. She would show him some day how dress and fashion had not quite spoiled her! How she would keep his house, and get up delicious dinners for him out of nothing, ana economize in any way so that she was with him his happy, lov ing wife! That very evening, at the Russian minister's reception, she met him. He led her into the conservatory, presently, where the music of theband, softened by the distance, mingled with the splashing of a fount ain. She look ed like a bride, in her dead-white silk, with creamy roses in her hair and bosom. Alvin's eyes clung half sadly to her smiling face, as he said, slowly: "I suppose I must congratulate you." "Upon what?" queried Kate, look ing up in surprise. He laughecl bitterly. "How innocent you are! I have learned to-day that your fiancee, Lord R , returns next week. I must, of course, congratulate you, as well as bid you farewell; for business demands my presence in America. My new book s tc be issued this spring. Our little flirtation has " "Stop, sir!" She had arisen and stood before him, white and trembling in every limb. All the anguish that mortal seemed capable of suffering seemed to be crowd ed into that one cruel moment. Even the sensitive pride, which is a woman's shield, was thrust aside by the sudden ness of the blow which had struck home to her heart. For a moment there was a silence, broken only by the far-off crash of the band. At last she spoke, tremulously, de spite her mighty struggle for self-control. "I am at a loss to know what man ner of a woman you consider me," she said; "but justice for myself and respect for Lord. R compel me to in form you that I am not, and never have been betrothed to him, neither do I expect to be." "Kate Kate!" He threw his arms towards her with this passionate exclamation, all his undying love for her glorifying his face. She would have been blind or stupid had she failed to read that love aright, although he had spoken no word be yond that simple utterance of her name. Blinding tears rushed to her eyes as he drew her toward him. "Kate, dearest, do you remember the old days? I thought you were trifling with me. I love you so dearly that my heart was wild with the bur den of parting. You do love me? Speak Kate you will be my wife?" He had out his handkerchief, wiping away her tears, as if she were his girl sweetheart of the old days. "You don't deseve any an swer, you horrible man!" she Haid, wit u it, lit Mm laugh, "liii v think J would hftve am 1 vim in gone far U i bail mi tevsd vml Why. Alviii'WliMpHrtVf'dtoWrtrd'liim. and lifted m tWsftwJr ffinids tfbi- shoulders-" rwvef lttbe4 jfmfi&fe any more than I Aid itij , ,-, n." A week Idler ih-y were" mrti tffed, u the great horror of Kate's m. miti to the great delight of the I'nii w&i (In! mongers, Alvin cared nothing for any officii;. He was determined not to M'ttft'ti f. America without his wife, and h xv SB just as determined to go with him. Shortly after his book was issued he found himself not only a famous man, but a wealthy one; and Kate never regretted marrying the"shabby author without a second coat to his back." Annabell Dwight. LIFE IN CASTLE GAEDEN. Good Hot Weather Reading-. Frederick Schwatka in New York Times. Seventy-one degrees below zero means 100 deg. below freezing point It was in the Artie regions, not fai from Back's Great Fish River, wher. the author was conducting a home ward sledge journey to Hudson's Bay in the depth of an. Artie winter Nov ember, December, January, February and March that he experienced it. Severe weather that is, intensely cold had set in just before Christmas, in 1879, the thermometer sinking down to 65 deg. and 68 deg. below zero, and never getting above 60 deg. below, and we were having a hard time with our sleighing along the river, our camps at night almost in sight of those we had left in the morning, so close were they together and so slowly did we laboi along. Reindeer, on which we were relying for our daily supply of food, were not found near the river, and be ing seen some ten or fifteen miles back from it, I determined to leave its bed and strike straight for home in Hud son's Bay. We had been gone three or four days, when, as we ascended the higher levels, the thermometer commenced lowering, and on the 3d of January, 1880, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, reached 71 deg. below zero, the coldest we exper ienced on our siedge journey of nearly a year in length, and the coldest evei encountered by white men traveling out of doors, for that day we moved camp some ten or twelve miles to the south-eastward. The day was not at all disagreeable, I must say, until along toward the early night, when a slight ! zephyr, the merest kind of motion oi the wind that would hardly rufile the leaves on a tree, or even suffice to cool the face on a warm day, sprang up from the southward, and, slight and insignificant as it was, it cut to the bone every part of the body that was exposed, and which, fortunately, was j only the face from the eyebrows to the chin and about half of the cheeks. We j turned our backs toward it as much as possible, and especially after wehad gotten into camp and got to work building our snow-houses and digging j through the thick ice of the lake for fresh water, and so lazily did our breath, that congealed into miniature clouds, float away to the northward, like the little, lidit cirrus clouds of a summer sky, that we knew well enough i how terribly cold it must be without 1 looking at thethermometerthatstood 71 deg. below zero, Fahrenheit. It is not so much the intensity of the cold, expressed in degrees on the ther mometer, that determines the disa- 1 greeableness of Airtic winter weather as it is the force and relative direction of the wind. I have found it far pleasanter with the thermometer at 1 50 deg., 60 deg. or even 70 deg. below zero, Fahrenheit, with little or no wind ' blowing at the time, than to face a rather stiff breeze when the little tell tale showed 20 deg. warmer tempera-' ture. Even an Arctic acclimated white ' man facing a good strong wind at 20 deg. or 25 deg. below zero is almost sure to find the wind freeze the nose and cheeks, and the thermometer does not have to sink over 4 deg. or 5 deg. : to induce the Esquimaux themselves to keep within their snug snow houses un der the same circumstances, unless want or famine demands their presence in the storm. With plenty in the larder for all the mouths, brute and j human, none of them venture out in such weather. Extent of Human Travel. From the Popular Science Monthly. The movement of persons has under gone quiet as important a growth as that of goods. In the "Reviewing of the World's Economy" the number of passengers carried by all the railroads in all parts of the world in 1882 is estimated at 2,400,000,000, or an average of 6,500,000 a day, the ab solute number of passengers carried on steamers is smaller; but here as was the case with goods, they are car ried for longer distances and more days' journeys than on railroads, so that, estimated by the mile or day, the amount of both frieght and pas senger work the steamers do will ad pear to much better advantage. The significance of the facilitation of pas senger transportation is divided princi pal )y from its' effects on social con ditions civilizations and customs. One of the most important of these effects is illustrated in emigra tion, which has assumed dimen sions under the operations of the new methods of communication. Of twelve and a half million emigrants who went to the United States between the recognition of their independence and 1883, not more than a million be long to the time previous to the estab lishment of regular passenger com munications by steamer with Europe about 1884. As a result of the es tablishment of this method of com munication, and of the building of the railroads that opened the Mississippi Valley and the western part of the continent, emigration assumed collos sal proportions. Besides the ameli oration of the voyage, which has be come an affair of not more than ten or twelve days for an emigrant vessel, te improved fare the cheaper rate of passage and the punctuality and in creased safety- of the transit may be marked and circumstances contribut ing to this result. Stray Fiettirei In the New World's Great Turn utile. New York Herald. "Did you ever i kill an immigrant, Captain?" inquired a 1 f f raid reporter of bluff George E. Vffiorft. the vperan landing agent at i Castfo Garden. We.r bad the luck bad luck, T mean. I have landed every immigrant -Mia), fvfr came here eleven millions oil hem and we have nevnr killed or injured orie of them or lost a piece of baggage, Angular, feo't it? Sot I don t want, to bra or we'll surely have an accident right off.'' j "Didn't you ever have a suicide here?" I "Nary a su. You see, if a person In going to kill himself he does it on t he j voyage when everything looks blue ; and he is feeling sick and miserable By the time they get into port they feel better; they have the interest of seeing strange sights in a new country I and the hope of finding something to make them nappy in this unknown land ot promise. 11 thev put off com ; mitting suicide until they get here they ; postpone it until they get away. Be I sides, a good many eyes are watching ' here, and people acting suspiciously are placed under surveillance at once. ; "I suppose youseemany queer char acters here. "Queer characters? Oh, Lord!" and Captain Moore gave a gasp as expret sive as a whole oration. If you wish to see a mosaic of human- ! ity go to Castle Garden. If you wish to study human nature in many aspects and of many nationalities this is surely tne school ot schools. Castle Garden is Cosmopolis. It is the gathering place ot the nations. It isthemodern Tower of Babel. It is the meeting of tne waters. It is the greatest human Kaleidoscope ever invented. Capt. Moore is verv fond of Dresent ing his friends with a littlebook, issued by the American Bible Society, which gives John hi., 16 "For God so loved the world," &c, translated into one hundred and sixty-four different lan guages. If the eleven million human bodies which has passed throneh Castle Garden could be classified according to nationality there would be few of those tongues left unrepresented in the vast agglomeration. W hat a proces sion! Is there any other on earth to equal it? It has contained all classes and conditions of men, women and children, for the nobleman has been there as well as the beesar. It has been the birth-place and "the deathbed of people. It has seen giants and dwarfs, and all manner of monstrosit ies. And it has furnished also some of the best blood which the United States pos sesses to-day, Castle Garden is a big thing on ice. Castle Garden is one of those natur al theaters which almost always have some new drama upon the stage. Vis it it at almost any time, and vou will find some unique picture or novel sit uation in tne tangiea SKein or numan life. The bulk of the incoming tide of of travel is, of course, commonplace and uninteresting, as life in the lower strata of society is very apt to be. A ship-load of immigrants pours into the gateway, bringing the flavor of some particular Nation with it, and then pours out again, and goes westward, and in the thousand people there may not be a dozen who excite a ripple of interest in the observer; but every once in a while there conies a comet , or a planet, an eccentric star, or a bril liant one, and the attention is fixed. Dig down a little and you find, not dirt, not chaff, but the golden sand which makes life something more than a mere animal existence the "mater ial" of the poet, the dramatis; and the romancer. Look at that pretty girl with wood en shoon, and golden band about her hair, sitting apart from the rest, with a faraway look in her eyes and a faint smile on her lips as she tucks a rude letter away against the white bosom behind her quaint bodice. Can you not see the love story there, the tear ful separation years ago, the struggling farmer in the west jthe waiting maiden in the east, the summons to come and the happy reuniting not far off now? "WThy, it is as plain as print to an old Castle Gardener. Every steamer brings a score of lovers on their way to union and reunion. These old country lovers are more faithful than those of North America. Yonder is a Swedish lass who fairly makes the Yankee tongue itch to be able to talk her language. Her gay skirt comes down to the knees. Be low it are top boots. Above it a snow white waist. Above that ah! such a Nilsson smile! What is the romance here? Bless your heart, young man, isn't that arch little creature a ro mance in herself? Where are your nerves? It is a noticeable peculiarity of the North country people (for Castle Gar den) that they are strikingly clean and neat in person, intel'igent in manners, and they make themselves quickly at home in a strange place. A Swedish girl will flirt with a good-looking American young man as freely and nat urally as a watering-place belle, whereas the representatives of more southern nations (and apparently more dirty ones) act more like fright ened animals than intelligent human beings from the time they leave the ship until they are domiciled beyond the public eye. The only predominating topic of in terest in the immigrant mind is money how to make it and how to save it. Suspicious of every one who can not talk their particular language, though easily bamboozled by those who do, they come into the Garden looking up on every stranger as a robber and an enemy. Their money, which may be a greater sum and may be a less, is sewed away in the lining of their clothes or fastened in their coats, or secreted in their stockings, or chained to their waists by brazen money belts and various other apparatus of torture, and to get it out is much worse than pulling teeth or coaxingpigs to market. Only a few days ago an old Swede brought his wife and $1,400 in money over with him, and it was an hour be fore he could be persuaded to get it changed into American money, and then not until he had been taken in side of the exchange bureau and the whole thing described to him about nine separate times. Put the same suspicious man in the hands of a shrewd rascal outside conversant with Swedish, and that money would change ownership in a very-short order. It is a common saying at the Garden that an immigrant knows more when he arrives there than he ever does after ward. You can not teach him any thing. If he is in the toils of a swin dler, and you try to warn him in time to save himself, he will refuse to be lieve you. The most successful swin dlers who operate among the immi grants lay the foundation of their vork with letters and circulars sent aero-'t t he ocean. What are the immigrants' first im .. - -if. in of this country? Most of t hem are very matter of fact. The pleading fict ion that they come hereex pecttns to pickup money in thestreets 10 a wild romance. They do expect to make money, and they have a linger ing hope that it will come without much work. They walk out and view the butt end of the city and go back much disappointed. It isn't half so fine as they thought it would be, they say, and they compare it unfavorably with London or Paris or Berlin, or whatever city they are familiar with. Those who stay at the Garden long enough to get acquainted with the sharpers who are constantly on the watch there or thereabouts for victims come to believe that New York is quite a lively town after all. The "Labor Bureau bum" is a well known charac ter. A ticket from the Labor Bureau gives him entry there every night, and he houses himself there as long as he can scrape up money to buy food. Then he wants to be sent back to Europe. He is a sort of local tramp, with the tramp's aversion t o real work. The Fire Horse and the Whip. From the New York Times. The firemen who trained the horses for the department have abundant opportunities for a confirmation of the theory that horses reason from cause to effect. Of one horse in particular, which is now in active service, many anecdotes are current, as showing his great intelligence and ability to mas ter questions for himself. The follow ing story was told by one of the as sistant engineers at the fire on Broad way: "Jim," he said, pointing to apower ful black horse who was pawing and snorting in time with the puffs from the engine, "was a difficult horse to train. He was slow at learning to leave the stall and make a rush for the pole as soon as the gong sounded. We tried him in various ways, and finally made him one of the quickest horses in the service by simply feeding him an apple as soon as he had taken his place at the pole. This plan worked admirably, but the depart ment didn't supply unlimited apples, so when we thought him fully trained the customary apple was omitted. What did Jim do then but quietly re main in his stall when the alarm rang out. The apple business was resorted to again, and he was as sprv as before. Then again the apple was dispensed with, and Jim did not budge, but look ed at the men calmly, and if a horse can wink, I think any one could see the merry twinkle in his eye and im agine him saying. '.No apple, no move. "He was too strong and too valu able to lose, so the foreman rigged up an automatic whip, whic h was released at the first tap'of the gong, and came down with a sharp thwack across .Tim's quarters. For two or three days this answered every expectation, but it was then noticed that when Jim backed into the stall he furtively looked behind him, and after a cogi tation with himself he squeezed his body close up to the side of the stall, so that the lash came harmlessly down by his side. This was not only once, but every time he was put in his stall, and it was clear he had beaten the men. Well, then another plan was adopted. The whip or lash was strung along the side of the stall, and when the gong sounded out it sprang, hitting Jim a smart clip on the side. This brought him out on a run for two or t hree days, when again he got the best of us. When he was backed in he would just plant his body firmly against the side of the stall, and the gong might sound for a week and the lash never touch him, as ne nem it tight against the boards. We then tried a third and last plan of having half a dozen lashes working from the gong, so that however he may place himself some of them are sure to hit him. This has succeeded so far, but Jim has evidently been thinking out a plan to get the best of this, and I am not sure he will not succeed. During the narrative Jim stood qui etly as if listening, and when the en gineer, walking by him, gave him a friendly pat, he neighed out a whinny of satisfaction, acting as if he had un derstood every word. m The Origrin of Lawn Tennis. rom the London Truth. How few lawn tennis players know ho oridnated the game and where the first game was played? This ex cellent pastime has now been in exist ence for ten years, and it has prob ably been a greater source of amuse ment than anything of the kind ever invented. The originator and in ventor was Mai. Walter Wingfield, of Her Majesty's Body Guard, who in 1874 wrote a little book, compiled a set of rules, and coined the outlandish name "Sphairistike." The first game everplayed was in 1874, at Col. Nay lor Leyland's house in Denbighshire. The first public game ever played in this country was at Prince's Ground, in the summer of 1875, the players being Maj. Wingfield, Mr. Clement Scott, Capt. Alfred Thompson and Mr. Albany Erskine. It was openly jeered at by a crowd of racket and cricket celebrities, who did their utmost to ridicule the game in every way. But in less than pne month two courts were taken at Prince's for every hour in the day. and the racket players and cricketers had to "sing small-"