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-"