DETTXTITE KTORIES.
"You don't v so!"
"Ye, it it too trne. neighbor Hm,
the Houirei gone--W moat all come
to it, bnt thi i dreadful!"
"Mordered in cold blood yon ay,
Brown?" '
"Such are the appearance.
'And no clue to the murderer?"
"Not the slightest."
This fragment of conversation I oyer-
bors Brown and Hani were discussing
the great local sensation 01 iue viuc
where we lived.
' Brown and Harri were farmer, whose
lands were only aei-aratd from each
other by a malf atream, not of sufficient
importance to dignify with the name of
Laurieville waa a amall Tillage and
boasted of one lawyer from whom the
place took it name Heymonr Laurie,
lie wa an old, white-haired, atern -mannered
gentleman, descended from the
ancient Hcottish hcroe. He waa an ex
cellent lawyer, honest and reliable; and
Li advice waa aonght for by many far
and near.
Squire Lanrie ha1 lost hi wife, but
there remained to Lira two daughter
and two tons; all dutiful and well
behaved, aave the younger aon, Alfred,
who often made hfa old father'a heart
ache with hia wild life and very reckles
habit. Some thonght the Hqnire had
been too utrict with hia boy, and other
took another view of the subject.
One morning, by the dinu ray of early
daylight, Mr. Laurie, Hr.,wa discovered
in the room which acrvcd a an office,
atudy and library, lying prone on the
floor, with nnmeroua contusion about
Li face, and hi skull fractured a bj
aome heavy blunt instrument.
I was anmmoned at once, for tliongh
young (and it waa many year after
that that I entered my present position
a police surgeon in New York), I was
in good practice in that region; but the
old gentleman had long ceased to require
a physician' skill when I arrived.
The family were in deep distress. I
aaid what I could to comfort thcra while
waiting for the Coroner to arrive, walked
over to the next house, which happened
to be Mr. Brown's, and there heard the
dialogne already given.
Mr. Brown wa raking aome hay from
Lia mow for the cattle. I bode both gen
tlemen good morning, and they returned
the salutation.
"Thi i a tad event that calls yon to
the farm thin morning doctor," said Mr.
JIarris.
"Hud and mysterious," I answered.
"It is truly; and I, for one, cannot aoe
the motive for the act," aaid Mr. Brown.
As he uttered tliese words something
.... . M I I M I A . A I
heavy fell from tlie raiuiiiiii 01 nny to mo
floor, with a dull leaden sound. It star
tlodns all, a little things will at such
time, and we hastened to ascertain what
it could be.
We were not less startled to find under
the fallen hav a heavy triangular hniiod
lump of lead, audi aa is sometime used
on nnhing line, but larger and heavier,
covered wiih red stainsof blood.to which
there clung long whito hairs.
"It i tho weapon with which tho
nqniro wa murdered! " I cxcluiuied.
"Impossible!" gasped poor Brown.
"How could it Lavo I men found on my
"Kaily enough," I replied; "and tho
man who used it may be hidden there
also."
I seized tho pitchfork and ran up a lad
der to the top of the hay. Mr. Brown
and Mr. Harris joined me there in an in
taut; bnt after a thorough search in
every nook and corner, no traoe of any
thing further could be found.
The Coroner cam at last, and an ex
amination was Lad, which resulted in
nothing but creating a suspicion dark
dreadful suspicion -against tho wayward
son. Alfred,
I did not lutre in this belief, which
wa becoming quite general; for, al
though circumstances Hinted ominously
to the young man, it appearod o mo he
did not posse the licpruvod nature at
tributed to him.
Finding the leaden weight wa another
link in the testimony against tho young
man, for he had been seen with some
thing of this kind in hia possession re
cently, attached to a Ashing linn.
I wa riding from the darkened homo
of my friend, slowly and sorrowfully,
thinking of hi sudden fate, and tho durk
cloud of suspicion that hovered over his
on, when my horse stopped so suddenly
tlmt I waa nearly thrown from my seat.
"Hallo, doctor! In a brown study,
ain't ye 7"
It was Hy Covell, who spoke from near
my home's head, In ro ho had arisen
like an apparition.
Hy was wa one your ne'er-do-well,
whose chief end appeared to bo to smoke
vilo tobacco, and drink villainous alco
hol preparations, without regard to their
names. Hy might bo designated us chief
loafer of liaurieville, and in that charac
ter was ever at home.
Hy lived a kind of hermit's lib, all by
himself, in an old cabin in tho woods;
that is, when away from his favorite posi
tion in a warm corner of the I.aurievillo
hotel har room.
"YYbatisitHyf You quite startled
mo. I did not sco any one before me."
I said.
"H pose ye didn't, cause you wasn'
liMikiu'," replied my iuterviewer, with a
.grim smile.
"Well, what do von want my man?"
Yon haven't tunieif Hy-wayuian, have
"7
P., will lnifli.u1 a llinni'li that
j . . . n - w- n"
ll.a liiot (nkn uf the m imoii: but he
was
appeared disturbed about something.aud
uneasily changed hia quid ui tobacco
from one cheek to the other, Anally
stammered out:
"Doctor, ye can keep a secret, I guess,
can't ve?"
ut, Tew, ii H m m ubi iiuww
"Wull 1 Inn mn mili'll allflllt
i. ail, M iv.a ...... -
tUt tat thiVt chunupinmj cabin
.l.Aiar.Hslt.HiiM..J t.tn I r.uLnn
we si v IV still 'MI J am jj w
lint ttaa wnit'l 1taf A til V .11 in' AnvhtitW
vtaw ww - w wv mj J " "
intomLim. ftiidhtttttvi he will Muw
, m . -.. mil
my brains out U I uo. jiut 1 ve uone an
I nan fip Dm friiittr n,l .Inn't waat him
to die on my Lands; so I Iiied out
o can ve, aa a arou js com in uui a w
Lill."
"Well, wLat is your secret, HyTM I
ask ixl.
U'l, T tnn't want titm in Inn T
om out artery; but if lie thought ye
i . i r j i.l.. . ...
fan IisppeDiKi ta iiac, k una uis ui
omethin , why nisvb he would let ye
examine Lira and oe what the mat
ter if.
"AD n'trht. TIr. Ill do a too wish
I Lave a call to make on the Widow
Grey, and after that I will came to your
Lonr Louse.
Hr shuffled off toward hi woodland
haunt, and I started my Koeinante jntoa
trot toward Mrs. Grey' with something
new to reflect noon.
"How i your rheumatism thi morn
ing. Mr. Orey?"
"Thank yon, doctor, it' only tolerable;
but rheumatism isn't the worst thing
rwnr.l have to end u re.
"Very true. Yon Lave heard of the
terrible new about Hquire Laurie, I
suppose?"
"Yes, doctor; it w dreadful! But who
diil it what dul Jt? remap you can
Her nnestions were anxious and
Lurried, a tLough sanch depended on
rnr retilr.
I told Ler Low little waa known or
could be surmised on the snbject, ana
she grew more calm.
"Mr Josenh had been with some
pretty wild fellows lately, and that La
. - m ii- : int
given me coniaeraui muniKij. uui;
Ust night he Lad s young man Lome
with Lim, whose look I did not like at
all, and they were at work with their
fishing lines until late at night, and then
Joseph must go with him to the tavern,
and I have not seen Lim since." f
"Did you say they were talking of
fishing lines?" I asked.
"Yes, they La1 lines and sinkers, and
leather straps of all sizes. I happened to
mention that one of the sinker was too
Urge and heavy, when thi stranger
says :
"The old woman don't know what
kind of fish we're goin' for, Jo. My boy
was not bronght up to be so ill-mannered,
and I don't want him to associate
with auch.
Joseph merely answered in a respect-1
ful manner, tliat tne leaa wa one ai
Laurie had given him some days before,
and that he had nsed it many times.
The garrnlons old lady's conversation,
which I had thought tiresome, was grow
ing interesting.
Could it be that here wa a key which
might aid in unlocking an entrance to the
great mystery of Laurievillo?
I obtained a minute description of her
son's companion, who wa called Joel
Oreen; left Mrs. Grey somo word of
comfort and some medicine, and started
to keep my appointment with Hy Covell.
Leaving my horse a short distance
from the house, I walked quietly to the
door and entered without rapping.
He sat by tho chimney liro smoking,
and in ono corner of the room a dark ob
jeot lay on some buflulo rolx s.
I pretended not to notice the latter, bnt
engaged in conversation with Corvoll.
All at once a deep groan came from
the sufferer, a if pent up nature could
not be restrained.
"Ah I What have you here ?" I anked,
in protended astonishment.
"Nothing much," muttered Hy un
casilv. "Thoro is no use, doctor; 111 die if
yon don't help n.e !" groaned a pitiful
voice from tho corner.
"No nso of what !" I asked, coming up
to where tho sufferer lay,
"Oh, nothing, I hurt myself, and tried
to kocp anvlody from knowing it ; but
it's no nso.
Hy Covell helped me move the man
into a better light, and thore I beheld the
porson Mrs, Orcy bod described so min
utely. In a moment 1 compreuenueu me wnoie
story, and read the Laurievillo mystery
as from an open book.
"Oh, this is Joel Groen," I said care-
lossly.
He looked np with a atartlea expres
sion, but said nothing. He had a low
brow, black hair and a most wicked facial
expression.
"Yon were out fishing last night, with
young Grey," I continued.
"o 1 wasn t, no snappou oui.
Without paying any attention to the
dcnlnl, I wont on to say:
"You wont from Mrs. Orey honso to
the hotel: from there you went to Bqiiirc
Laurio s homo, and 1 can tell you tlie
rest of tho story if you wish to hear it."
"Hold on! You are not a doctor, but
a devil-a witch! Who told you that?
lint it is a lie every word of it, and 1 can
prove it by Hy Covell. Can't I, Hy?'
"Uon t get mo mixca inio your vil
lainies. I don't know nothin' about yo,
only as ve como early this mornin' a crip
ple, and 1 did wunl l could I or yo.
The man groam.il in anguish, and lor a
time forgot his physical agony.
He actually fainted from terror, and
then I examined his condition, und found
a dislocation at tho hip joint and n frac
tured clavicle. Ho must have suffered
intensely.
When ho lxicamo conscious again I re-
dncud tho dislocation, with the aid of
Hy, and gave tho clavicle a much
attention as was possible under tho cir
cumstance. Kvil-doors are always cowards when
attacked by disease, and this case was
not an exception.
"Am 1 much hurt, doctor? I it dan
gerous, I mean?" ho askod in a whining
tono,
1 shook my head, ami told him I
feared it was, and thst he Lad lotter con
fess Li crime at once, and atone for it
as far a possible,
"I didn't do it. I haven't done any
thing!" he hurriedly replied.
"You wish me to contiune my story,
I sco," said 1. "Well, you went from
the poor Huuire's where 'you exiweted
to find a largo sum of money ( but was
disappointed to Mr. llrowu s barn,
where yon left in tho hsy loft tho leaden
weight with w hich you struck the old
man down, and that I have with me."
"F.nongh enough, doctor. I am
helpless, and can't suffer more thuu new,
whatever they do to me. I fell from tho
hall loft and dragged myself Li re."
The poor wrcteu dictated a confession
and I wrote it out.
Joel Oreen wa never aentenced at an
earthly tribunal, because Le wa. not
long alter hi arrest, called to a inguer
Judgment bar.
The excitement attending thi capture
and the clearing of Alfred Laurie's name
waa very great and quite gratifying
to me.
It stiiMiartkl that tha Widow Orev's son
wa not a party to the murder, although
Oreen had bren his companion for a lew
days.
"Everything," aavs a Western paper,
"has recently advanced in price en t
i i . i i ii . . t
liuerij, wuicu sun remains an eiarua
vigilance, with a liberal redaction to the
trad.'
omriTTED.
a pjuxa or Twum-roc hocm.
A moan thrilled the heavy night air.
The form of a woman stood out dimly
against the blank beyond on the very
verge of the river pier. Two white arm
were flung on high. A wild face wa
np-turned to the ax hen, pitiless heavens.
White lips uttered something like a
eurse, which wa heard by the dull-eared
wind only.
Three hundred bell, in a many quar
ters of the great city, clanged ' and the
300 iron tongues were still for an hour.
A flash of a body in the inky waters
smote on the midnight; the waters with
sudden shock, stirred squeakiag ship
and leviathanic pier with an ague-like
tremor. The woman's form on the dock
waa gone.
Mr. Banker Jeckyll was a sort of ani
mated exclamation, always on the point
a kind of human interjection, always on
the point of breaking out in exclamatory
monosyllables. He talked in interjec
tions, acted interjeetionally, did business
in interjections. Mr. Detective Ferret
waa a tool of his that i translated into
lengthened prose the stenographic mem
oranda of interjections that formed the
dialect of his principal.
At 10 o'clock that evening Mr. Banker
Jeckyll had sent for Mr. Detective Fer
ret on nrgent business.
"Mis Vancouver is at large!" inter
jected Jeckyll.
"Well!" rejoined Ferret, half in the
way of asking a question, and half in the
manner of an exclamation.
"Poor thing! I think shell make away
with herself," ventured Jeckyll, with an
Americanism; "but you must get some
clew to her whereabouts immediately. I
shoo Id never forgive myself if she did
never. My own sister's daughter, yon
are aware, Mr. Ferret, and heiresi. of the
estate of my late brother-in-law, Mr.
Vancouver."
Mr. Jeckyll looked the impersonation
of anxiety was, for the moment, a great
grief expressed in a single human inter
jection, at leartt apparently.
Mr. Ferret looked np at Mr. Jeckyll
furtively, with a sort of diagonal inquisi
tiveness in his small, cunning eyes. Mr.
Ferret, in the course of his professional
experience, had never looked at anybody
directly. His glances always seemed to
fly off at a tangent from the side of hi
head.
"Well." repeated Ferret, still half in
terrogatively, and with an expression
that said, or might have said, if Mr.
Jockyll had peered sharply into hi face,
"I d like to know exactly wuat you mean,
Mr. Jeckyll."
"A cool thousand, Ferret, if you bring
news within six hours. I shall be np all
night. I'm so worried, you know, about
poor Ida," replied Banier Jeckyll, and
tho two understood each other thor
oughly. Ida Vancouver was ayonng lady of 20.
For three years she had lieen a prisoner
In her rooln, under the caro of her uncle
and guardian, and his selected physician,
nurses and attendants.
"It was a mental malady," Mr. Jeckyll
said, and so suid physicians and attend
ants. "Her poor mother used to have
turns," went on Jockyll, "but the late
Mr. Vanoouver always took great pains
to conceal it."
Then, too, Mr. Jockyll was so consid
erate so sympathetic.
"I can't nave the heart to send her to
an asylum," ho usod to say in his grief
stricken way. "She's my own sister's
daughter tho only relative I have in the
world; and, if she is violent sometimes,
so long as I have a dollar she shall be
taken care ef at homo.
Tho neighbor gossiped: "How gon-
crous is Mr. Jeckyll -though there wore
thoso ' who whispered suspicions, and
wero scouted for doing so.
At 17 Ida Vancouver had become inti
mate with William Hamilton, a young
specimen of legal anatomy. The stern
guardian had forbidden Hamilton to en
ter the house, and from that duto the
young lady had been going mad. So ran
T. it-i; . i ;.
tlio rumor, ana most peopie ueuoveu n,
for Banker Jeckyll was influential, as in
carnate hard cash is apt to be. There is
a certain divinity in cash, especially in
Fifth avenue circles, and Mr. Jeckyll was
the divinity incarnate.
Mr. Hamilton was conceited not any
more than men usually are but con
ceited enough, nevertheless, to beliove
that Miss Vancouver hud gone mad on
his account. It was so romuntic to think
so; und, for the sake of the romance, Mr.
Hamilton was ablo to bear his loss with
pathetic resignation. It was 1 o'clock at
night when Ferret pulled the boll at the
door of tho Fifth avenuo pnlaco. Three
hundred iron tongues in as many quar
ters of the city, had almost simultane
ously clunged one, and tlie muiion
mou'thod metropolis was sound asleep;
2,(MH),0IK) eyes, with here and there a pair
of exceptions, were shut in slumber, and
Mr.Ferret hail not tho slightest suspicion
thut Miss Vancouver's two bluo eyes were
among the exceptions.
Ferret was admitted with a shawl un
der his arm that Jockyll identified. Ho
had traced Miss Vancouver to tne pier
lint had not leen in time to prevent tlie
acciden Here he sent ah optical dis
patch to Mr. Jeckyll, which questioned,
'Have I done right?' Mr. Jeckyll, by op
tical dispatch, answered 'Yes,' and the
conversation went on, the hitter dispens
ing tho promised thousand.
The dutoctive had seen Miss Vancou
ver drop from the pier; hail heard the
plash ; had picked np the first evidence
of her identity. There wa no doubt
about the fact Miss Vancouver was
dead and might be carried any day to
the morgue, having been cast up by the
sea for identification. So reasoned Mr.
Jeckyll, socrctly resolving to keep an
eve on the morgue, in instance of Miss
Vancouver' body Wing picked np, to
identify it, and iinpres the public with
magnifiVant obsequies.
The effect,' argued thg banker, inter
nally 'lite effect on the circle in which
I niove will be the trouble.'
The bankor carried out the resolution,
but in vain. The opportunity for the
niacin nt ant funeral was never presented
At 1X30 a great lady entered one of the
great Broadway catacomb, and stud
led her wav to the office of William Ham-
iltora
Was Mr. Hamilton in?'
'Mr. Hamilton waa in, bnt engaged,'
suggested the gentlemanly partner.
Would the Gentleman be so kind a
to take a card to Mr. Hamilton T
With pleasure.'
The visitant scribbled her name on an
office card, which the gentlemanly part-
ner, begging Ler to be seated, take t
the inner sanctum.
'Ladies card, sir. , She' waiting for
sn interview.'
Mr. Hamilton glance at the same,
and a cadavorons pallor overspread the
(ace with a sudden wave. The quick
ness with which he became disengaged
is marvelous.
'IH see Ler immediately,' gasp Mr.
Hamilton, spasmodically, and the part
ner disappeared to escort the visitant to
the inner office.
'Mr. Hamilton will see yon at once.
This way, madame,' and tlie two, three
years separated, are face to face.
The explanation that ensues is neither
complimentary to Mr. Hamilton's
acumen nor to hi vanity; but he bears
it in consideration of the Vancouver
12,000,000, and a Mr. Hamilton whose
sanity is unquestionable.
Three hundred clock in as many
quarter of the city clang 10. Mr.Yeckyll
walks np and down the Fifth avenue
mansion, speculating a to whether poor
Ida' body will be found. A carriage
stop at the door, and a lady and gentle
man alight, the gentleman ring and
sends in hi card.
"What in the deuce can the young
E
ipiniay want with me? quene Banker
rr-kvll internallr. "Admit Mr. Hamil
ton, order he, externally, and the gen
tleman enters with a lady on his arm. In
the worn ont metaphor of "Hudibras."
Banker Jeckyll smells the rat, but is not
quite sure.
'.Permit me to present Mrs. Hamilton,
Mr. Jeckyll," smiles the visitor, blandly,
but with a certain tinge of sardonicism
apparent.
Mrs. Hamilton lifts the heavy veil that
cover the face that applied for lodging
at the station-house the night before.
"It is I, dear uncle and guardy," mur
murs the same musical voice that had so
fascinated the lawyer only the voice is
a trifle less pathetic and Las an under
current of sarcastic laughter in it.
Mr. Jeckyll' tongue is not equal even
to an interjection at tho moment.
"I knew how you'd grieve, guardy,
dear, so I just dropped a cobble stone in
the water, left my shawl to be picked up
by Mr. Ferret, and crept away on my
hands and knees. Still I had a hard night
of it guardy."
With a quick gasp Banker Jeckyll
staggered to a chair, and with a moon,
sank down as if he bad been wounded.
Banker Jeckyll was dead. Apoplexy,
Dr. Quackenbush called it; the magnifi
cent funeral came about, as intended
only Banker Jeckyll was in the coffin,
intead of Banker Jeckyll' niece. Stark
anl uti'flr Mr .Terlfvll looked the ex
clamation point incarnate even in death,
and was buried at tue expense oi me two
millions.
"Cleverly outwitted," muttered Ferret,
when he heard the news; ''but my fifty
thousand never'll come never."
Mayo Miracles.
Fuller reports of the "miracles" at
Knock, county Mayo, Ireland, show
theni to be producing an excitement
scarcely less than was created something
less than ten years ago by similar occur
rences in France. The little village is
difficult of access, not being on a rail
way, but it is, nevertheless, thronged
with visitors, not only from distant parts
of Ireland, but from England and Scot
land as well. Some come hoping to see
tho marvels repeated, some to worship,
and will kneel in the mud before the holy
place for that purpose for hours together,
and others come to be cured of the most
various infirmities. Nor, it is said, are
they all disappointed. "Scores' of
crutches have been left behind by those
who declare they have no further need of
them, and this is only a part of the re
ported cures, for tho blind and deaf, for
instance, leave no record of their recov
ery. Moreover, these events have the
sanction of the church. Archdeacon
Cavanugh, who is described by so in
credulous a person as the "own cor
respondent" of a daily newspaper as
being too good to bo a deceiver, anu too
keen to bo easily deceived, is an uncom
promising believer, and the Archbishop
of Tuam, not being prepared to discredit
largo numbers of the faithful, who,
though credulous beyond imagination,
aro yet entirely respectable, is investi
gating the subject. So that there is at
least a chunco that Roman Catholics
throughout the world may bo for
biddon to disbelieve, as in the
case of the apparition at Lourdes,
which was accepted Dy tue
Pope. Of course, these facts, even if
supplemented by any amount of ad
dition evidence, will not convince poo
plo in general that these "miracles"
ought to be spoken of without quotation
marks, but they are, nevertheless, wor
thy of more attention than the sporadic
cures of consumptive nuns, and paralytic
women, w hich arc occasionally attnuuiea
to divine interposition, even in this
country. It will not do to reject the
wholo story, for parts of it are as well
established as anything can be by human
testimony. Thore can bo no uouui, lor
instance, that on occasions several unim
peachod witaeases, with no apparent
motive to deceive, saw what they took to
be miraculous lights, and amid them the
images of St. Joseph, St. John, and the
Virgin, liesides a cross and a lamb,
and all standing without visible sup
port on the gable end of a chapel. The
images were not flat, such as might ap
pear in tho field of a supposable magio
lantern, but stood out from tlie wall like
solid bodies. It is aside from the pur
pose to object that thero was no reason
for these visions appearing to these wit
nesses, at these special times, or to ask
why the Saints appeared, as they are con
ventionally represented in statues which
cannot be portraits. If they could ap
pear at all, no one could doubt their
ability to anitear when and how they
might choose. How came they there at
all. is the anestion? Supernatural in
tervention is the least likely explanation.
As to the wonderful cures, it is not nec'
essary to ioint out that some are incom-
filete, and that others are not well estab
ished, for the books are full of case in
which great excitement or the powers of
imagination have done what wa beyond
the power of doctors.
"You do not mean to call that a yard,
Mif TUU. iuu'J . . ,
looking ftt th little enclosure lathe
r4r of an eiepmot resilience, wdicu
4 V. LV .htwiner Kim "Urtv
there i not mora than three feet of
ground there." "WeU," sain the im
perturbable Lonae agent, "three feet
mate a jaru. g uiej avw
A jelly 014 Blr.
Among the rare specimen of the ani
mal creation collet-ted at the Zoological
Garden i a roreted
in the sixtieth year of her age. The aver
age age of the cockatoo u irom e'"
totwfnty years, and although the Ten
erable PoUt of the Zoo. ha.
passed the bounds of existence allotted to
bertribe.it may be truthfully said o
her that her "eve is not dim, neither l
her natural force abated."
Her age alone would render her a nov
elty; but, beside being a venerable relict
of "her specie, she has been endowed
with a mental faculty which completely
contradicts the theory maintained by
ornithologists, that bird have no mem
ory. Polly was formerly owned by ilr.
J. J. Springer, of Lancaster, in whose
possession she had been for many years.
From her youth she has been a. preco
cious bird, and improved her mental
faculties rapidly under the instruction of
her kind and jitient instructor. In fact,
her proficiency in learning to talk was
so rapid that it at last became a source of
annoyance to Mr. Springer, who, being a
literary gentleman, was fond of reading
his manuscript aloud when pursuing it
for corrections, and Polly, the constant
companion of his library, showed her
interest in the article by repeating the
words as they fell from the lips of her
"pap," for such waa the endearing title
she applied to her master. A command
from her "pap" to "keep quiet" only re
sulted in an ear-bursting laugh and a
perverse persistence in repeating the
same misdemeanor as soon as the man of
letters resumed his reading. A recipro
cal affection sprang up between the mas
ter ami his pet which time and absence
rannot connner. In the spring of 1S76
Mr. Springer decided to go abroad. It
was impossible for him to take his pet
with him, and he was naturally averse to
leaving it in the care of any one incom
netentof nrovidinar for it properly. He
finally decided to make a contribution of
roily to the Zoological uarden, snowing
that, as it was necessary for him to be
separated from her, that there she would
be in good hands.
The entry in the books at tho Zoo
reads thus : "April 23, 1875, rose-crested
cockatoo, presented by J. J. Springer,
Lancaster, Pa.; known to be fifty-six
years of ago." Polly was assigned to her
pereh in the bird house on the left side
of the building as one enters the door,
and may be remembered aa the pure
white parrot sitting alone on its perch un
chained, while in near proximity to her
are two colored parrots, occupying the
same perch, and secured by a light chain.
There Po!ly had sat for the last three
years, being the observed and observer
of thousands oi spectators.
Among tlie visitors to the Zoo a few
days since was her former owner, who
had been absent from the country over
three years. Taking the Superintendent,
Mr. Brown, with him, Mr. Springer pro
ceeded to the bird house, confident that
his pet hod not forgotten him, and
with this faith in her constancy, remark
ed to Mr. Brown, "I will show you that
she has not forgotten me." On entering
the bird house Mr. Springer took his sta
tion on the side of the building opposite
to that occupied by Polly, where the
bird could not see him, and then ex
claimed, "Where is my Polly?"
immeuiaieiy me oiru reeoguizeu uic
voice of her former master, became ex
cited, walking back and forth on her
perch, and replied by inquiring, "Where
is my pap.'
Then Mr. Springer went to his pet,
and the scene is described by thoso who
witnessed it as the reunion of a parent
and a lost child. The affectionate crea
ture ran her bill through her old master's
mustache, as she had been taught to do
in the attempt to kiss him, rubbed her
head against his cheek, then "kissed"
him again and nestled close to her old
friend as il she feared she might again
loso him. Then Mr. Springor tested her
memory regarding the tricks he had
taught her, which she performed with as
readiness as she did in other days.
"Polly, I have lost my pocket-book,"
said her old friend, after having secreted
it, and then "Polly" flew around in
search of it, and, finding the lost article,
returned with it in her bill, and having
deposited it in her friend's hand ex
pressed her joy in a hearty langh. She
whistled and danced and imitated tne
mewing of a kitten, the barking of a dog,
the chirping of a chicken, and whistled
"Sweet Home." On Mr. Springer taking
his leave of her she was almost frantio
with grief, and it was only with difficulty
that her keeper prevented her from fol
lowing the master she loves so affection
ately.
With her present keeper Pollv is on
good terms, and is even fond ot him, but
is not as ready to give an exhibition of
her acquirements at his bidding as that
of her old master. She, however, con
sented to waltz yesterday at the request
of her keeper, and to imitate calls and
the barking of a dog. Boside this, the
keeper would throw a bunch of keys a
a few feet from him, and Polly hobbled
off and returned them in her bill
with evident prido and satisfaction.
She is fond of her keeper,
and kisses him when urged to do
so; but, although she takes the liberty of
bestowing her favors where she pleases,
like the rest of her sex, she is extremely
jealous of a like privilege being assumed
by those wnom sue lakes into ner aaeo
tions. If she detects tho keeper with an
other bird in his hands she instantly sets
up a scream enough to deafen one and
hops to and fro on her perch in a delirium
of frenzy. If the keeper nuts the rival
away and comes back to her she again
shows the human nature that is in her by
at once becoming sulky and refusing to
bavo anything to say to lum or to do with
him. When vexed she is very cruel in
her nature, and will, if possible, fasten
her sharp bills on the thumb or finger of
her tormentor and settle them to the
bone. Then she is satisfied, and enjoys
a hearty laugh over the writhings of her
persecutor and the lesson she has taught.
Another favorite sport with Polly is to
reach down with her beak and relieve
some small boy of his cap, throw it away.
and then laugh at him. Although so far
along in the journey of life, she show
no sign of decay, and may be a centen
arian
"Ethel" Ye, bark rhyme with lark-
but there are other objection to your
poem. Yon talk balmy xephvr in the
first verse, and Lave the child" freeze to
death in the third. Even poetic license
must give way w us weather.
Truthfulness f Ut.
Love i truth! It La no Iicentln
secret but a lawful privacy,!! intniu
on, which l profane. A the bird LiZ
her nest amongst the leave .V
thicket, not for deceit but to be true u
her nature and her offspring, and wonM
be false to herself and her author, if 11?
foolish candor she exposed thi bennty of
her egg to every prowling eye or care,
less tread of the passing foot, so no
frankness can impart to vulgar cariosit.
the truth of responsive breasts. Of all
eaves-dropper and overhearers, he il
basest who lurks, walk softly on'tipfe.
and put ear to the kevhole to'
catch the gentle confession or sururi
.1 : Unci, Tl 'yiusa
un uigcuiuu. urre are scenes
where kith and kin have no part to act
and from which churl ml tattle
should be whipped. But all privilege of
milium cuuicno amrv uas a Solemnity
which no gay throng is overshadowed by
If it be preverted, a heavier respajj!
bility is attached. But there is a 1ot
which avoids collisions and clears ill
obstacles, as a bird treads, without
touching the boughs in the wood. g
interior and ideal i it, that not even
by the wandering of the eye on its object
can it be caught. It is a simple senti-
ment, but not therefore less lasting
strong. A sentiment or idea, in David
Hume's, as in all fckeptical or material,
istic philosophy, is but the ghost aid
remnant oi a seusuiion. ua were sen
sations in nature the real powers, which
in thoughts only dwindle and in feeW
are diluted and reduced, then beastj
were mightier man men! Vulgar
people have maintained that on sexul
appetite rests the commonwealth. On
the attraction betwixt man and woman ii
society based ; but its refined is greater
than "its gross force, and its weight it
like tne gravitation oi tne gione. Tort
is the most ardent and enduring lov
wherein is no aim at pleasure or pos
terity, but which survives all earthly
contingencies and knows it can be ont
of tho body and in any other or heavenly
form.
The hen ruffling for her chickens at
hawk, and the walrus making herself t
target for her young against the hunter't
spear, disprove the selfish theory, ai
much as do men fighting for their homes
and mothers sacrificing themselves for
their offspring every day. Whoever
loves would yield every drop of blood
for the beloved, and would not take in
pay a single tear. This fact, not an;
temple, tower, or snow-capped hill.ii
the glory of the world. My friend, I
love you not for your own favor for
aught you can give for my delectation,
but for the very nature or quality yon
are. Nay, if you hate or despise me I
should love yon still, and you cannot
repel the sentiment, for, as Goethe saj,
"If I love you, what is that to jon?,
Electricity travels by a sure iron path,
over land and under sea, but my heart
knows a cable never broken, a wire that
is in order and always works! Away
with the notion that fondness is indii
pensible to nourish regard! Feeling may
be in inverse ratio to demonstration.
How often, in this mystery of mutual
communication, people are moved by
what we suppress and withold! Hove
my country, but cannot embrace it
with my arms, although sometimes t
returning king has saluted, by laying
down on its soil, or a poet, like Byron,
sent it the. farewell of a song. Christians
love their Lord, though they cannot
touch, and only in imagination embrace
his image. It is a lower greeting when
crucifix or image Is handed or kissed by
some devotee It is no vanity for a wor
shiper to love his God, though he cannot
locate or metaphysically define him or
prove the personality he adores.
The Tlorsc.
The horso is a quadruped with
four legs, two behind and two be
fore. He has a tail that grows to
the hind part of his body, that nn
turo bus furnished him with to drive
awny the flies. Ilia head is situated
on the other end opposite his tail,
and is used principally to fasten
bridle on him by, and to put into a
manger to eat oats with. Horses
are very useful animals, and people
couldn't very well get along without
them, especially cabmen and omni
bus drivers, who don't seem to bo
half grateful enough because they'vo
got 'em. They are very convenient
animals in the country, in sporting
time, when they go very fast over
the country roads when the sports
men stick spurs in them, a species of
cruelty that I would not encourage.
llorscs are generally covered with
red hair, though some aro white and
others are gray and black. Nobody
ever saw a blue horse, which is con
sidered very strange by eminent
naturalists. The horse is a qui"
und intelligent animal, and can sleep
standing up, which is a very con
venient gift, especially where there
is a crowd and it is difficult to get
chance to lie down.
There is a great variety of horses
fast horses and slow horses,
clothes horses, horse mackerel, sw
horses, horse flics, horse chestnut,
chestnut horse and horse radish.
The clothes horso is a very quiet ani
mal to have in a house and is never
known to kick, though very apt to
make a row when it gets tapsixed.
The same may be said of the aW
horee, which will stand without
lying. Tho horse fly is a viciou
beast, and very annojirig in tne
summer when a fellow is swimming
Horso mackerel I don't knew any
thing about, only that they swim i
the water, and are a species of fish.
Horse chestnuts are prime to P"
the schoolmaster with, and nors
radish i a mighty smart hone,
especially with roast beef.
The horso is found in all countries
principally in the livery stable,
whore thev mav be hired br the
mile, and are considered by tbcffl
can get the money a great luxarf
In South America they grow
an1 t K A Tnrliana natnti them Wit
and the Indians catch them
nnnaM tkat ttiav tKpnar OVef
the
horse heads, which most be thong"
by the horses a great nuisance.