I (hirnel Home.
, There is one curiosity of Pahrao
bout which l nesitate to disturb you.
if roa were to see it, and let your mind
dwell on it, you probably would not
sleep for week afterward. Of all the
fantastic, ghastly and sportive dealings
with poor mortality mat i nave aeon in
my hort pilgrimage, the Convent of the
Cappuecini furnishes the moat astonish
ing. In seeing it I had a new revelation
of the capaeitioa of man for indulgence
in the horrible and grotesque. From the
convent we descended into the subter
ranean corridors where are exposed, not
buried, the dried remains of wealthy in
habitants of Palermo, These corridors,
of which there aro several, are arched,
broad, well-lighted, and I should think
each a couple of hundred feet long. The
air in them is dry, and apparently salu
brious, and one might walk through
these wide aisles of death in comfort if
he were not blind. On each Hide of
these passages are long boxes, piled one
upon tho other, not coffins, but boxes,
sometimes with brass nails, and looking
not unlike old-fashioned hair
trunks. You might imagine your
self in an emigrant's bnggnge room on a
steamer, but for some other things
in the corridors. Eaoh of these boxes
contain a dead person. The occupants
of part of them, which have glass fronts,
are visible. There they lie grinning in
arrested decay, with just enough dried
skin and flesh on the bones to preserve
the semblance of humanity. The poor
dosiooated bodies have been forced into
clothes, sometimes into finery, and
many, in this awful dress parade of
death, wear white kid gloves' and fine
shoes. But this is not the worst of it.
Above these rows of boxes hang, iu all
the limpness of irresponsibility for ap
pearances which characterizes the dead,
ranks of mummies, bung by the neck, or
attached in somo way to tho walls of the
vault. They are pretty uniformly clad
in sombre monkish robes of cotton, and
but for the horrible faces staring at you,
might pass for scarecrows. The drying
process has drawn the faces into all
ghastly contortions in which one might
fancy that the real character of the de
parted is revealed. Somo scowl, some
grin with malevolenco, somo smile (that
Is worst of all,) and some actually as
sume a comical look that forces your un
willing hnghter. Sometimes groups of
three or four incline their dreadful heads
to each other as if enjoying some post
mortem story. His conceit must be in
finite who can wulk through these ranks
of the distorted dead and not feel humil
iated by such an exhibition of his kind.
Is it possible that we shall all look like
that? Mnst all beauty aud manliness
and bravery come to- that? There are
many little children, ' some not a soan
long, lying in their little boxes, decked
in all the finery of fond affection, the
lace and ribbons adding I know not
what of mockery to the weazened baby
faces. One entire coiridor is reserved
for the women, and this is more patbetio
and profoundly disgusting than the
others. Those who died virgins have
crowns on their heads, and palms or
lillie in their bands. Ihey were great
beauties, I doubt not, before they came
here, for the dark eyed women of Pal
ermo are comely, but maid or bride, or
wife, they are not handsome now, al
though they repose in silK dresses, kid
gloves and satin slippers. These are
dresses for a ball, and what is a ball, and
what a ball and dance of death is this?
Is it any pleasure for ray lady to have
her partner or lover come to see her in
this horrid guise? I learned that when
death takes plaoe the bodies are
interred in a sealed pit in this
cemeterv for a year. There is sup
posed to be something peculiar in the
soil; at the end of a year it is taken out,
dressed, and either put into its box or
1 - 7 1 T. -A
unng up iu me cornuor. every year, ai
least on All Souls Day, the friends of
the departed come back to look upon the
rightful remains. What satisfaction
they have in the spectacle I do not know,
nor do I understand how any man or
woman of presentable appearance, who
have visited these corridors in life can
consent to occupy them after death. In
terment here was prohibited about a
year ago. I do not know long the
wealthy people of Palermo have boen ex
posed hare, but we were told as wo
walked along that 8000 bodies were in
sight. Does such a mode of sepulchre,
adopted by a gay and intelligent people
argue a want of sensibility sensibility
to tho ridiculous and to the horrible or
is it an evidence of Christian willingness
to mortify the flesh. f Charles Dudley
Tt arner in Hartford Courant.
A Cherokee Iloine.
At tho close of my Inst letter I said
that we were about to try tho hospitality
and comforts of a Cherokee home at the
conclusion of a long ride. Both were
abuudant, and a sketch may show what
plenty and independence are to bo found
in the far-away regions of the Cherokee
country. The house is situated in a
natural locnst grove, such as sprinkle
the beautiful prairie to which their
presence gives a name. It stands on a
flight elevation in the midst of a yard,
garden, farm-steading and field. It is
not of logs, as is most common, but is
what in the West is called a "frame
house," and is built of sawed lumber
from a neighboring mill. Like all
houses in a mild climate that invite to
spend so much of life out of doors, it
has an ample piazza, furnished with
split or hide bottomed chairs, and con
taining a tixtnre for a handy basin and
a towel. The yard is decorated
with native and cultivated flowers
rose trees in large " growth
and of luxurious bloom, and
a honeysuckle wearing an oderiferons
nwntle of blossoms. Within, the house
is comfortably famished with antique
bedsteads, and cases of drawers that are
evidently heirlooms, and perhaps came
to the country with the emigration of
the Cherokee people. Two ancient oil
Paintings ornament th wall, the
father and mother of onr hostess, taken
in old age by some artist who visited
the country, aud representing in both
instances striking countenances, the
father having been the captain of a
Cherokee company that fought tlx bos
tile Creeks at the battle of the Horseshoe 1
under Andrew Jackson. Tin-type por
traits of our host and hostessand the .
heir of their family, a bright boy now at .
tebool at the sale seminary at Tanle-,
quah, complete the picture gallery. A
w books and a nimber of newspapers'
furnish the Maiiag natter. Everything
is neat and clean, showing the presence
of a notable housewife.
In front of the house, in a natural dell
overshadowed by treea of magnificent
growth, is a large spring of the clearest
water and a spring house of logs, from
which emerges butter as hard and milk
as cool as if it had leen kept on ice.
A well filled smoke home, hung with
hams and flitches of bacon, stands close
toathe roar door, and broods of young
chickens, turkeys and guinea fowls give
token of au unfailing supply of poultry
and eggs. The farm buildings, chiefly
log structures, for the storage of tools,
stand in the farm yards, and a largo en
closure containing a hundred or more
calves is beyond them, and through it
S asses a brook fed by another spring,
n one side of and beyond this stretches
a garden ujld of an acre or more, al
ready, in the middle of May, furnishing
green peas and new potatoes, and con
taining vegetables of every kind and va
riety. Thon come great fields waving
with wheat, or showing the green rows
of corn, forming a cultivated farm of
UDWarda of a hlindrfl.l inni A rautnni
for the mares and colts completes the en-
wiwu uu, UU uv.i iUD J(ITllUgUB Ul U1Q
farm, which include an unlimited range
of the prairie and woodland pasture for
the cattlo and ponies. Indian Territory
correspondence Providence Journal.
A Woman' Thoughts or Long Igo.
Do you always feol sentimental when
the anniversary of your welding day
comes around? If so you can sympa
thize with me. This day well "never
mind how many years ago, I put my hand
in dear old Pat's and swore to love, hon
or and obey him till death do part us.
Of course now, every woman remembers
just how everything went off on this
memorable day; but do you know that it
seems to me that none could remember
so vividly as I do.
I feel just as if I were a girl again. I
am filled with.tbe same hopes, the same
joy, the same anxiety to "have it all
over." I am again standing in my own
little room the littlo room I told you
about not long ago am putting the fin
ishing touches ou my toilet. I am touch
ing myself almost reverently, for I re
member how soon I will no longer be
long to myself. I am feeling for the
first time how goodly a possession I am
to myself, but how funny it will be to
belong to anyone else. I am looking more
anxiously than I ever looked before at
the' face that looks back at me from the
mirror, and i am wondering if Fat will
always think me pretty as he vows bo
now does. Then I am kneeling down
beside my bed asking God to bless my
marriage and to bless my dear parents.
and then I am nobbing as if my heart
would break and remembering all the
loving things those dear parents have
done for me and how little I deserved
them all. Again I am hastening down
stairs to meet my lover, and ask him if
he doesn t feel "shaky, to which ques
tion he answers emphatically, "You
bet!"
Then he and I stand before the minis
ter of Qod and plight our troth, For
better or worse, till death do us part
ah, you young people study the marriage
ceremony better think or what you
promise be careful you do not forswear
yourself before Ood!
I can feel Pat's hand tremble when he
takes mine he says now it was the fear
of not making me happy that-causod it
dear old fellow.
It is all over now, the good man 'a
"Ood bleas you!" has been said, my
father and mother fold me close to their
loving hearts, and my sisters and broth
ers hug and kiss me shyly they think
me different already just because of the
solemn words that have been said to me,
aud I am different. I feel a calm and
holy confidence steal over my before
rather unrestful feelings. My heart goes
out to my husband it goes out now just
the same.
It was a sweet yet sad moment, snd oh!
my friends, thongh I am blessed in every
way, I cannot hely missing that sweet
home, and I long sometimes to be a girl
ouce more, so I could-, well, so I could
give myself to Pat again, I suppose.
There, perhaps I urn too old to be so sen
timental, bnt then I cannot help it, and
after all, it's not so very wrong, is it?"
Uixby's D scvery.
Labi week a man named Bixby, who
has for some time past been digging up
the ground at a point somewhere be
tween Banner Hill and the Greenhorn,
looking after supposed hidden treasure,
came upon a box containing the skele
ton of a human being. Tho skull of the
skeleton had a big hole in it, indicating
that the "being once of ethereal spirit
full," had been the unwilling victim of
foul play. This unexpected discovery
so shocked the seeker after gold, that he
gave up the search, and says he does not
intend to renew it.
There is a mvstery connected with the
finding of the skeleton. Seversl years
ago a German, Spaniard and Greek lived
together in a cabin near where the bones
were unearthed. They were engaged in
mining and were very successful. One
morning the German was missing, and al
though search was made, no' trace of
him could be found, lie was never heard
of after. Some timo since Bixby learned
of the man's sudden and mysterious dis
appearance, and was told that it was
thought he had a large sum of money
bnried in the neighborhood of the cab
in. Parties hunted for it bu were un
able to find where it was bidden.
Bixly conceived the idea of becoming
a treasure seeker, and set to work with
the above results. He believes that he
has exhumed the skeleton of the de
funct German, snd that the hole in the
skull clears up the mystery about the,
man's disappearance, and the story that
he hod money buried. He think the Ger
man was put out of the wsy by sine par
ty or parties cognizant ol bis nnanciai
circumstances.and that the man's money
disappeared about the same time he did.
Nevada Herald.
They were standing just by the front
gate of the old farm house, Farmer Rob
inson leaning on the gate post. "Well,
miss, I hope you've enjoyed yourself this
summer, we uain I pot on mucusiyie
for yon, but we've meant to treat yon
sort o' so so." "Don t mention it.prsy,"
replied Miss Fitzjoy. "It's been the
most delightful season I ever knew.Why
I've learned so much abont farming that
I really believe I shall set ont some en
cumber trees in the conservatory, and
have them fresh for breakfast this winter."
A Remarkable Bird 6trr.
In a labs number of the Rnaturer ap
beared an account of there having been
found near Owensboro, Kentucky, a dead
sparrow suspended by the neck to the
bough of tree by a string, leaving tho
inference to the beholders that his spar
rowship had been summarily gibbeted by
his fellows. I wish to record a similar
observation made by myself and wife a
I l ! 1 . ,
tew days since, ana waicu, luxen iu ood
nevtion with the above ease, has afforded
me, as it may others, considerable curi
osity, if not mystification.
Adjoining onr lot is a building in
which at least twenty sparrows, such as
frequent this valley, have their habita
tion. A few feet from the building
stands a locust tree, whose branches ap
pear to be used a a sort of public square
or assembly grounds. Here fe.'reveral
days lefore tho tragic occurrence to be
roluted were hold, with brief intermis
sions, many very noisy meetings, in
which all the tenants appeared to be so
tive participants. Thecause of the trou
ble seemed to be a dispute about the
possession of a certain cony nesting place
or suite of rooms iu the cornice near the
tree, an entrance to which was had by a
well shaped knot hole. Tho whole
colony, individually, was engaged in
either trying to adjust the matter amica
bly or else were adding to the ferment
there were no neutrals. Within an hour
every bird in the burg entered the knot
hole, turn iv I around, and then, with his
head peering out, would haranguo the
others until he was pushed aside
by the entranoe of another. These
visits oi inspection as tliey
socraed to be, were made, however, gen
erally in pairs or by throes; aud on the
exit of the party they at once ronewod
their chattering with mora earnestness
than ever. One squatty old fellow of
uuusually dirty demeanor, and most of
his tail feathers gone, was very active.
Every few minutes, by dint of crowding
and seemingly threatening gestures, he
could force his way into tho box, and
then, qniokly turning, begin to jabber
excitedly from tho knothole. But his
ideas always gave immediate offence to
the majority, as he would ns at once
forcibly ejected by two or more of the
crowd, and, as ho made tho descent from
the hole he as set upon aud hooted
amid the most violent demonstrations of
the populace. Toward evening the num
ber of sparrows increased to about fifty,
most of whom seemed to bo bnt specta
tors, and the excitement was not abated
utdusk, when we discontinued observa
tions. In the morning the noise was
heard at day-break,bnt at about 7 o'clock
there were no birds to be seen. On
making closer examination of the
we discovered our aggressive (.par
row, whose ideas were the
occasion of such riotous dem
onstrations the day befere hanging by
the neck to a cord, each end of which
was wound around a small limb, the
body hanging between; it was easily
identified by the distracted shape of his
tail feathers. We now withdrew to
await any further development. Du
ring the afternoon we could hoar on the
distant trees and bodges a chirping and
piping; the sparrow community had
been moved to its depths; a heinous
crime had been committed, and justice
had shod the blood of vengeanoe!
Shortly after noon a large number of
sparrows were noticed in the locust tree;
ouly five or s'x were in the part in which
the dead one was hanging. There was
very little chirping and chattering, but
those nearest the body had the most to
say, and theso, we imagined, deposed
tlemselver in a very grave and formal
manner. One of them chirped away
constantly and somewhat ostentatiously.
We took him to be the coroner,
and felt that under his dingy
wings he was chuckling over the
fee ho would get. The balance of the
jury took turns picking at the cotton
string suspending the body. In the
cotirso of an hour or so, the string was
picked away and the body of the now
defunct malefactor fell to the ground
amid a low chorus of groans and"0,mys,
how utterly awful!" etc; that is, we im
agined they did; any how, thoy certainly
acted so. We picked up the bird and
closely examined it. The string was a
partly rotten one, about a foot long. It
was wound twice around the nock, and
considerably tangfod among the feathers.
What bad made the nose a fatal one was
tho fastening of both ends of the cord to
tho limb, otherwise it would not have
held; and yet the bird may have been
dead when hung up, or have beoomo en
tangled by accident. '1 ho "suite of
rooms" is now occupied by an ap-
r'srent modcHt and retiring couple.
Cleveland Enterprise.
Meddlesome Molllf.
She was well named. Sho never saw
anything in the way of closet, cupboard,
box, bundlo, parcel, package or letter,
bnt shat her prying eyes were at once
concerned in. And it was woll if her
misenievous fingers were not soon con
cerned iu it, t jo.
She was, in most things, a very good
little girl, but it is really surprising to
see how many grave faults will spring
from a habit which, perhaps, might not
be called sinful in itself. Disobedience
came of it, for she was often led into
meddling with things her mother had
forbidden her to touch. Then to hide
what she had been doing, she would
sometimes lie tempted to toll a lie.
Her mother often talked to her about
the meanness of trying to spy into the
affairs of other people. Moilio would
promise to give up this bad hauit, but
forgot all her good resolutions at sight
of tae first thing w hich eemod in any
wj to ie uidden'from her. i Shi could,
not rest till it was found out, and her
mother began to fear it would take some
very severe lesson to cuVe her. And she
was' not at all sorry when the littlo lassie
sot herself into a scrape whft-h was so
ridiculous and mortifying that she be
gan to think that the best work in the
world for little girls is minding their
own business. -
On Saturday morning her mother, bo
fore going out, suggested to Mcllie that
as she was going visiting in the after
noon, it wonld bo well, for her to do her
practicing and weed her little garden in
the morning. Miss Mollie did not feel
in a mood for work, and wandered idly
into her mother's room. Ste opened the
upper drawer of the bureau.
"Ah!" she exclaimed in great pleas
are, "that must be the new aah mother
promised me. I an to wr ar it this af
ternoon. What a beauty V
She looked with delight at thelovolv
pale blue, with its delicate brocading of
moss rosebuds. She tried it on, making
a very poor attempt at a big bow at the
back, and triod to get a view of it iu the
glass. Not succeeding very well, she
laid the sash ou tho bureau, and turned
her attention to a case of porfnmory.
She nut some from eaoh bottle on her
handkerchief, and sat them loosely on
the burcan, not troubling herself to put
them back iu the caso.
Then she took up a bottle that stood
behind the glass snd pulling out the cork
took a good smell. It almost knocked
her down, and made the tears run from
her eyes, for it was the strongest ammo
nia. Hastily setting it down, she
knocked over two of the perfume bottles,
and ulas! they broke on the marble slab,
and the Htfuuie splashod over aud ran
uuderthe beautiful sasb.
She gazed in dismay as soon as she
could see anything. She tarried it to
the window 'snd hung it up in the sun
shine to dry then tried to clean up
things ou the bureau. While doing this
she spied a bottle she had never seen be
fore. "Hair oil!" sho said to herself. "Now
I can put some on my hair. Manama
uover let's mo havo any now I'll have
plenty!''
Sho did take plenty. She was proud
of her hair. It was long and wavy and
glossy. Sho daubed and smeared the
oil over it without stint aud rubbed it iu
well. .It did not make her hair quite so
soft and shiny as she expected it would,
but sho forgot this for a while as she
went to see if the sash were dry. It was.
but it was Mid to see the streaks and
blotches where the crimson aud green of
tho rosebuds had "run" into the pule
blue grouud.
Sue folded it and laid it back in her
mother's drawer, then went to her room.
for she did not foel like seeing her just
then.
Dinner timecamo. The bell rang and
rang again, bnt no Mollie appeurod. Her
mother sent a servant to her room to de
sire she wonld come down at once. And
soon at tho dining-room door stood a
forlorn figuro, with woeful face, and
tearful-swollen eyes, aud such hair.
"What is the matter with your hair,
my child?'' cried her mother, iu ustou
ishment and alarm.
"Gr-r-r-raeious!" exclaimed hor eldor
brother.
"Je whillikins!" shouted her younger
brother.
No wonder. Hor hair hung in stiff
strings and sticks, looking as if it wore
made of split shiugles.
"What have you boen doing to your
self?" asked mamma.
"I -I oiled it with the hair oil on your
bureau, mamma."
"I have no hair oil. Go and bring
what you have boon .using." She oame
and showed it it was a bottle of pre
pared glue.
The boys gave a great shout of laugh
ter, and thought it the best joke they had
over heard. But mamma took her poor
little girl to her room and talkod long
and lovingly with her.
Tho pretty hair was all out off so close
that Mollie thought herself a perfect
fright. But every time she looked in the
glass, and very often besides, she remem
bered that it was her ugly trick of med
dling that bad caused her so much shame
and vexation, and made up her mind she
would persevere in curing herself of such
an odious fault.
Whoever meddles in the affairs of oth
ers is a sneak, and "sneak" is the moan
ost word in tho English language. Don't
you think so?
A Romance of t-e tatnera.
An interesting talc, with a variety of
the most pointed morals, is told of a
Brooklyn belle and her faithful admirer.
Last year the young lady in question
and her mother were among the boarders
at one of the large hotels at Ashbnry
Park, and among the regular "Saturday -nighters"
was a friend of the family
and especially of its youngor female
nioraber about whoso punctual habits
and rapt devotion no doubt was per
mitted to exist. Never a Sunday passed
that was not spent in tho young lady's
company and a pair of unoomfortahly
tight patent-leather boots upon tho
sloping sands of tho beach; while the
sun retired behind the western hills the
young people would sit beneath the
scrawny branche j of a dyspeptic seaside
cedar to watch tho play of the rippling
waves or the sails of the sea-going ships.
On such occasions, too, it may bn
imagined, words of love wore wbisiiercd
to tne accompaniment of tho mosquito's
musical hum.
Thus tho summer passod away, tilt the
season closed, and the young lndv re
turned to her residence on "the Hill,"
where her admirer could enjoy the
rapturous charms of her society much
more frequently and at a much smaller
exoense. Of this advantago he did not
fail to avail himself, and all went merrily
until recently the young man was in
formed that a photog.apher at Phila
delphia posessed, and, indeed, had put
on exhibition, an interesting photograph
of himself (the Y. M.) and the lady,
sitting on the sad sea-sands, backed by a
halo of Japanese umbrella. This infor
mation being also conveyed to the yonng
lady, she was greatly concerned, as sho,
too, had a vivid remembrance of the
photographer's green van.
Acting as her guardian or her brother
would have done under the circum
stances, the young man induced tho
Philudelpbiun artist through the use of
a good deal of "laughter" -to destroy
the negative and send him tho pictures.
With the precious pictures in bis pos
session he hastened to the young lady's
residence, and on being oiihered into her
presence, annouucod his success' by wav
ing the package aloft and crying, "Eu
reka!" or words to that effect . Aft con
gratulations had been exchanged between
them, the gas was turned up and the
packago was opened, the yonug lady be
ing anxious to see that the photographer
had kept faith with them. The yonng
man took out the pictures
There was a hoarse and utterly irrele
vant remark, a shrill scream, the crush of
crumbling tin and the slam of a vesti
bule door. -"'.- -. , i -
It was the young lady's picture, but
the arm laid trustfully about her canvas
belt was not his arm.
The picture had been taken on a week
day.
In the wheat growing sections of Vir
ginia the prospects are that the present
erop will be the largest for many years.
A Btout Woman's rrlemt.
The other day a stont woman, armed
with an umbrella and leading a small
nrohin, called at the office of a New
York boy's story paper.
"Is this tho place where they tight In
dians?" she inquired of the gout Ionian in
charge. "Is this the locality where the
brave boy charges up the canyon and
speeds a bullet to the heart of tho dusky
redskin?" and she jerked the urchin
around by the ear and brought her urn
bn 11a down on tho dunk.
"We publish stories for boys," replied
the young man evasively.
"I want to know if these are the
premises on which the daring lad
springs upon his fiery mustang, and,
darting through the oircle of thunder
struck savages, cuts the captive's cords,
and bears him away before the wonder
ing Indians havo recovered from their
ostouishnient! That is tho information
I'm after. I want to know if that thing
is perpetrated here!" and sie swnng the
umbrella around her head and launched
a crack at the yonug man's head.
"I don't remember those specific acts,"
protested the young man.
"I want to know if this is the precinct
where the adventurous boy jumps ou the
back of a buffalo, and with unerring aim
picks off one by ouo ot tho bloodthirsty
pursuers who bite the dust at everv crock
of his faithful rille! I'm lm.kiug for the
place where this sort of thing happens!
At this time she brought the unlucky
yonug man a tremendous whack across
tho back.
"I thiuk !' commenced the dodging
victim.
"I'm iu search of the shop in which
tho boy ageut holds tho quivering stage
driver powerless with his glittering eyo,
while he robs the mile passengers with
an adroitness born of long and tried ex
perience, and kisses hands of the lady
passengers with a gallantry ot bearing
that bespeaks noblo birth and a chival
rous nature! screamed the woman, driv
ing the young man into a corner. "I'm
lookiug for the apartment in whioh tho
business fs transacted, and down came
tho umbrella with a tnp hammer force
on the young man's head.
"Upon my soul, ma'am!" criod the
wretched youth.
"I want to be introduced to tho jars in
which you keep the boy scouts of the
Sierras! Show me the bins full of the
boy deteotives of tho prairie! Point out
to me the barrel full of boy pirates of the
Spanish main!" and vith each demand
she bit the young man upon the skull,
until he skipped ovor the desk and
sought safety in a neighboring canyou.
"I'll toach 'em!" she panted, taking
hold of the urchin's ear and leading him
off. "I'll teach him to nuiko it good, or
dunce. Want to fight Indians any more?
Want to stand proudly upon the pin
nacle of the mountain and scatter the
plaiu beneath with the bleeding bodies
of uncounted slain? Want to say 'hist!'
in a touo that brooks no contradiction?
Proposo to spring upon the traffrail and
with a ringing word of command send a
broaduido into the rich laden galley, and
then meroifully spare the beautiful lady
in tho cabin, that she may become your
bride! Eh! Going to d) it any more?"
With each question she hammered the
yelping urchin until his bones were sore
and he protested his permanent aban
donment of all the glories enumerated.
"Thou oome along," sho said, taking
him by the collar. "Lot me catch you
around with any more ramrods aud carv
ing knives and you'll think the loaping,
cnrling, resistless prairie fire has swept
with a ferocious roar of triumph across
the trembling plains and lodged In your
pantaloons to stay!" Brooklyn Eagle.
Ill rated Discoverer.
The superstitious belief is an old one
with the early inhabitants of Paoiflo
coast mining towns that unless the dis
covers of a camp moots an untimely
bloody end, the place of his creation
will not descend into the future as one
of the "excitements." This idea seems
to ba not without foundation, wherever
it originated. Of the thirty-eight
"booming" towns in the early days the
locators of twelve were killed by the
bullet, one caved on in a doop shaft, and
a majority of others driftod with the tide
of emigration into oblivion, or died and
were buried in paupers' graves.
"Ole Virginny," who donated an ever
lasting nuino to that queen of mining
camps, Virginia City, oame to his death
by an "over'Mose of bucking mule,
near Dayton, Nov., and the no less notod
Comstook died by a bullet solf-adminis-tcred
in Montana; like his predecessor,
he diod financially broke. Colonel Sto
rey, whose name that county adopted,
was killed by tho Pyramind lako Indians,
Billy Farrell, who "struck" Mondow
lake, died a victim to romorso in one of
the leading hospitals of San Francisoo,
haunted by tho spirits of ten hundred
doluded pioneers and prospoctors pass
ing and repassing at tho foot of his bod.
He mado no confession. His grave lies
side by side with that of "Doughnut
Bill," in the Lono Mountain cemetery,
whore he was planted in 1808.
The locator of the first find in Pioclio
is said to have stopped a stage load of
shot-guu messengers early in the Black
Hills excitement, and rumor says that he
was buried alongsido a boulder not far
from the line of the road. .Kelso Austin,
whose name is attached to one of Ne
vada's pionoer mining towns, is anchored
in northwestern Elko county, and is
probably no nearer to the goldon goal
than the legion of early settlers who
surround him. Of them who first un
covered tho lead in the White Pine
mlnos the world knows bnt little. A
lone grave under a white pine tree tells
a chapter in the tale. Of Eureka's first
inhabitant nothing also is told us; but it
is safe to surmise that few nuggets
woighed down his blankets as. be walked
out over the grade. Tuscarors was the
work of an insane man from Massachu
setts. Legend locates bis tombstone
near the adobe shacks of the old town
site, but those posted infer that he
atoned for his misdeed by sinking him
self to the bottom rf the head "waters of
the Owyhee, if, indeed, he Md not fall
into the bands of a determined vigilance
committee. ' . .
Aurora started a food sized graveyard
with her "oldest inhabitant." Billy
Body slept himself away (n a snow
storm a few miles from the present
writing. When bis memory bad reached
the age of twenty years his bones were
resurrected, snd after being paraded at
the head of a procession of tsndtrfeet
tbroogh the town after hit own asms,
they wore identified by his old comrades
and buried with imposing ceremony
among the "bad men from Bodio." A
monument was raised to his memory,
atid it still stands unpaid for in the stone
cutter's yard. Uomor, of Homer dis
trict, followed in the suioidal tracks of
Comstook, and after squandering a small
fortune shot his brains out in the streets
of San Francisco. These are a few of
the many instances, but the facts that
have ventured in the disoovery of
new lodes, and succeeded, bear the old
timers out in belief that still has ex
istence in not a few minds. (Bodie Free
Press.
"Slyself."
A lady was ouce asked by her pastor:
"What is vour greatest himlrinon in thn
Christian life?" Her reply was a single
word, "Myself." The answer is as sig
nificant as brief. It was a heartfelt con
fession. Not all are as honest and frank
with themselves, noither do all know
themselves as well. "Myself" was the
leaden weight that retarded this Chris
tian disciple in her walk with God.
Whatever other hindrances there were,
"mysolf" was tho chief and the hardest
to overcome. We are praying for a re
vival, and asking, "When, where, shall
it begin?" From the pulpit, from tho
family altar, from the social meeting.
and from thousands of closets, this one
petition is going up to ttio throne of
graoe: "Lord revive us!"
Statistics which, if figures gave, or
could give, nil the results of our work,
would lie dishoartening enongh, are
pouring in upon ns from every qnartor.
The promised bjossiug tarries. We wait
for it, and in the meantime ask: "What
hinders?" We thiuk of all the evil in
fluences in community, and recall the
stumbling-blocks in the church. We
remember Brother J., who siuco we, have
known him, aocording to his own state
ment in the prayer piceting, not once or
twice, but many times repeated, is living
at '''a poor dying rate;" aud sister J.,
who keeps pace with her husband, only
she docs not tell it so of ton; and some
times we think aloud, it may be, of the
minister as not quite up to the work, and
the deacons are dull and formal, and
seem afraid there will be a shaking up
among tho dry bonus. Hinderanoea
euongh surely.
Have you ever thought that you need
not go so far from home to find an an
swer to what hinders? May not the
greatest hinderauces be "myself:" Look
and see, Understand "myself" better.
If all in the church, in your church, of
one, two or three hundred membors,
were like yourself, would the tone of
piety be higher, deeper, than it now iB?
Would the revival oome this winter?
"Where would the revival begin" it not
with "myself." And when- this tame
"myself " shall no longer binder, Pente-'
cost will have to come to our churches.
She Old not Uaue; liana Uim.
Betweon Kenosha and Milwaukee an
agent of, the Aooident Jnmranoe Com
pany ontorod the oar, and having issued
tickets to several of the passengers, ap
proached an elderly lady, who, it after
ward appeared was deaf.
"Madam, would you like to insnre
against aooident?" inqnirod the agent,
at the sumo time exhibiting to her his
tickets.
"I got ny tiokot down to Kenosha."
"Not a railroad ticket, madam; I
want to know if you would like tu
insure your life against aooident?"
"I'm going to Oshkosh to visit my
darter, who is married up there, and has
just got a baby."
"Would you like to insure your life
against accidents?"
"She's beer; married two years and a
hilt and thatl8 the first child. It's a
gal." .
Ageit.VUl louder.
"I'm au insurance agent, madam;
don't you want to insure your life against
aooidont?" ' '
"She has got along first-rate, and
is doing as well as could be expectod."
Agent, at the top of his voice:
"I am an insurance agent, madam;
don't jou want your life insured against
aooident?"
"Oh! I didn't understand you," said
the old lady. "No; her name is John
son; my name is Evans, and I live Ave
milos from Kenosha."
The agent vanished.
Lost of Memory. (
Ovorwork surely impairs the memory.
One who leads a rushing life, one who has
to hnrry from one thing to another, and
from one person to another without a
raomout's interval, caa have a vivid .re
membrance of many things that happen
in hisexperiencn. He is necessarily lia
ble to forget, in away another cannot un
derstand. Many a busy physician has
found himself at timos in serious trouble
from this cause. He is apt to forget his
engagements with patients, thus some
times causing serious trouble. Authors'
memories have been known from similar
causes to play them strange tricks. We
know an' author who was engaged in
writing a book amH many other absorb
ing occupations. For some wutks the
book had to be laid aside. When leis
ure came, he resumed it, ns he thought,
at the. point he Iiad broken off, and got
through a considerable chapter, when to
his amazement and amusement.he found
in his drawer anotlior manuscript almost
precisely similar, the existence of which
be had quite forgotten. So strange and
incredible are these tricks of the memo
ry, that sometimes the most honest men,
if examined in a oonrt of justice, would
hardly be believed.
Saucc ron Fwic or Vbobtbi.ks. By
following these directions you will have
an excellent sauce for fish or vegetables.
Carrots and turnips may le sliced and be
cooked and served with this sauce as
well as asparagus, spinach, ete. Mix
one heaping tablexpoontul of Hour with
two ounoca of butter; put in a saucepan
and add nearly a pint of milk; when it
is thickened tale it fro n the fire, bnt be
fore it is quit tool add tho yolk of one
egg beaten with a teaspoonfnl of cold
water; beating the' water prevents its
curdling; and salt and pepper to suit
your taste. This may be used as a
pndding sauce also by omitting the salt
and pepper, and adding enongh sugar to
sweeten it, say one oup ot sugar sod halt
a glass of sherry wine. If the wine is
added, use only half the quantity of
milk mentioned.