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KOT WflOLLY DEAD. We rail thera dead. th lo.el tad loat Wawa Ucet d ar do more we aeo. Thou ln lhaaolemn bound naeCroaaoa That toilers vaat Ktcrtillr. Yet all that In tbelrllrea waaewefl fhe worda '.her ipaae. the ralln they (are. Tii kindly acta Inaeniada complete I t Md uol with lUiui luto Uia grare. For tbee theli hlcewrf Inflnmo Mllll routil nur pathway aweelly caet, Anlernlotheaoul'e pure mum 1lie dtrtl ueuorloa of die put- Wa Ur oif prw lone deed away. No longer their fair furma we see, And part of our Urea died the day lhelr ffloital balug ctnxi to be. The lolrf weyt that made Ihem dear, Their . Dilmii'm uutourbed by an, In ewevi iDipiottlnna llnxtr ber, For of otmolfei tbey ira a part. Our alma thee loved nnte h Iped to cant In bcuioi'a mould: thy plaulcd eetde Of hope within oa ibai at Iwl Wue rlptmid lulo llft'i bel dcedi. And though oororre IhHrhandewo pro". 1 liuuah tiiry have .amahed Irora our aside, Ihe flora ntlhalrlovelluirw faded not with them when llity died. Tbeaeetenmpanlinalili we mine Ai wo recall I be wordather eld, But In our aoula lli-tr prMuo la We cauoot oli them wholly dead. WAS IT THE SOUL OP THE UURUO MASTLBI I lave always profoiscd a LigU es teem, and evon a sort of Toneratiou, fur the noble wine of the Rhine; it spark los like cbampagno; it warm one like burgundy, it lubricate tliB throat like bordeaux, it stimulates the imagination like the liquors of Bpoin, it rondora us tendor like the lochryma-Christi; in fine, and above all, it makes ua dream and unfolds to our eyes the rant realms of phantasy. In the full of 1840 I doeidod to make a pilgrimage to Jobaunisberg. Mounted oa a miserable horse with hollow flanks, to whose intercostal cavities I had disposed two canteens, I was making the journey by short stages. What an admirable spectacle wine culture isl One of my cans was always empty, the othor one always full. My only regret was to be unable to share my pleasure with ono capable of appreciat ing it. One evening, wheu a few sun beams were still lingering among the large vine leaves, I beard the trot of a horse behind me. I turned slightly to the left to leave him a free passage, when to roy great surprise I reoognized my friend Hippel. You know Bippel, Lis flosby uose, his special month for degustutinn, his stomach built in three stories, lie looked like the good Silene pursuing the god Bacchus. Ilippol was traveling with tho sauio objeot as myself; a distinguished ama teur, he wished to fix his opinion about theshado of certain hills, concerning which he had always outertainodsome doubts. We continued the road in com pany, baiting now and then to inspect our canteens. The night was already advanced when we arrived at a small tavern on the hill side. We dismounted. Ilippol glancod through a small window, ultuoH on a level with the ground. There was an old woman asleep near a table on which was a lighted lamp. "llil" criod my companion, "open the door, mother." The old woman startled, arose, came to the window, aud pressed her old shrunken face against the panes. When the old sibyl had distinguished us, she grimucod a smile and opened the door. "Come iu, gentlemen, come in," said she, in a trombhng voioe, "I shall awake my son; make yourselves at home." "Lot us have oats for our horses and a good supper for us," cried Ilippcl, "Yes, jtB," hastened to say the old woman. She went out and we heard her ascend stairs more perpendicular than those of Jacob, We remained a few minutes in a low nd smoky dining-room. Ilippol made a tour of the kitclteu, and roturnod ca ressing his stomach. "We shall have somo snppor, yet," aaid he. In effect it was placed on the table shortly after a flno ham, a bottle on each aide, ono of rod wine, the other of white, "Whioh do you- prefer?" asked the hastoss. "I must taste it first," answered Ilip pol, handing bis glass to the old woman who had poured him red wiue. She also filled mine, We tasted it. It was a sii-oner and sham wine. It had a tiecu liar taste, a perfume of oypress. I drank a tow drops and a profound sadness took possession of my very soul. Hippel, on the contrary, clapped his tongue with an air of satisuotiou. "Famous!" sail he, "famous! Whore uo you get It, good woman? "From a bill iu the neighborhood,' aaid she, with a strange smile. "Famous hill," aswered Ilippcl, filling Lis glass again. It aeemod to me that he was drinking blood. "What a face you make, Ludwig," aaid be. "what aila you?" "Nothing," I repliod, "but I don't liko that red wine. "There is no disputing with tastes," observed Hippel, emptying the bottle. "Borne more," he called; "some more. and exaotly the same. Ah I that a a gen erous, vivyiug wine." Hippel leaned back in Lis chair, nis faoe seemed to beoome decomposed emptied the bottle of white wine at a draught and joy seemed to return to my heart. My friend's preference for red wine seemed ridiculous, though ex usable. We continued to drink until 1 o'clock in the morning. Ha the red, and I the white wine . One o'clock 1 It is the Lour when celestial musio tiokles the ear of the dreamer, and whispers in the soul the harmony of invisible spheres. It ii the hour when mice gambol on the floor, and bata unfold their velvety winga and aail allcntly over our heads. "One o'clock!" said I to mv comrade. "we must rest if we wish to start in the morning." Hippel arose, tottering. The old worn an codJ acted us to a room with two beds and wished us a sound sleep. We un dressed, and I remained the last to put out the light. I Lad scare ly touched my bed when Hippel was in a profound sleep. Uia respiration resembled the roar of the teni peat. I could not close my eyee. A thousand fantastic figures were flying around me. Imps and witches were executing their rabalintio dances a the ceiling. Singular effect of the i.;ta wlnnl I arose, liuhted or lamp. ,! n hv an invincible CUriositT. I approached Hippol's bed, nia face was red, his mouth partly open, mo uioou soemed to beat in Lis templos, Lis lips moved as if be wished to speak. I re mained immobile, near him, and should havo liked look to the very bottom of Lis soul, but sleep is an impenetrable ilka iWHi. it keens its secrets. At times' Hippel's face expressed terror, then aadness: sometimes it seeaiou w contract as if he was going to cry. That nl fnnn made for laughter, had a strange character under the impresa of paiu. What was passing at the bottom of this T a fnll well the waves on the surface, but whenoe came the profound commotions? All at once the sleeper ..,, V,ia lila nnrnn.l anil T saw that Ills eyes 'were white. "Every muscle in Lis - " .11 fuce was quivering, nis ups hboiubu iu wifla to muKe a cry 01 corrur. uwu uo fall li'alr ft ml T heard a sob. "Uippoll Hippel!" I screamed, pouring a pitcher of water over his Lead. 0 AWOjCO "Ah! thank God. it was a dream! Iam so glad that you awoke me." "Vorvwell; but yon must ten me your droam. . "Yes to-morrow. Let me sloop. I am sleepy." , , "Hippel, you are ungraieiui; iiwiu uo all forgotten to-moirow." "Cordieu! leavo me alone; I am asleop." I would not listen to it. . "iTmnnl vnn will dream strain, and this timo I shall leavo you to your fate without morcy. These words produced, a magical euec. jwnnm finninl" hA veiled, inmpina out cf bed. ."My clothes, quick! My Lorsol 1 am going, auis uquoo is hmntAil. Ynn are ricrht. Lud.viff. the devil inhabits these walls. Let us got" He dressed himself hurriedly. Then I stoppod hitn. Hinnnl " said I. "whv should W6 TUU away? It is only 8 o'clock, let us rest.". I opened tue winuow, sou ui iec naniuho.i q Mm tamIi nicrht air came in. Leaning on the window Bill be related what follows: "We were talking yesterday of the famouB vineyards of Bbinsau,' said he. Aithnnnl I Inn nnvof been inthatseo- " " " tion, my mind was undoubtedly preoc cupied with it, aud the rich wine I drank gave a somber Buaue in my luoas. nat aainniHhinir is that I imacrinod. in my dream, thut I was the burgomaster of Welclie (neigiiujnng village;, auu i ara an l.l.mtifll with that man that I could describe him like myself. This . ' 1 11. I .! 1. a. burgomaster was a man oi rauicuo utgui, and almost as big as myself. He wore a nnnt. with Inno bsoucs and brass but tons. Down his pantaloons was another row oi small buttons ii ko nan neausr a thrre-ooruered hat covered his bald bead; in Am hn was k man of a stuDid gravity. driukinsr only water, and thinking only ....... -I-., . . of money. As 1 uau taiten me otoiucs ui the burgomaster, so Lad I taken his nliumntnr. T ulinnld liava desuisod IUV- self, I, Hippol.if I could have recognized myself beastly burgomaster tuiii l was. Is it not better to live gayly and laugh at the future than to pile up dollars and distill bile? But that's all right hore I am, burgomaster. "T ariRA from mv bed. and mv first thought is to see if the men are at work in the vinos. I put Borne bread in my pocket for breakrast. iiiidk oi it; i, wlin Ant mv nntlit and drink mv bottlo every moruinif. I order the old house keeper to sweep tue room and prepare dinner at 11 o'clock Borne boiled moat and potatoes, I think a miBerablo din ner. But uo matter. He goes out. 1 could desoribo you the road, the moun tains; thoy aro r:gut niuier my eyos. u it possible that a man in his dreams can thus conjure up a landscape? But dur inir &n that time I felt a sort of dizziness, an indescribable headnohe. I walked fastor. The buu arose and the beat be came excessive. 1 was following a path wliinli litil in llin ruins of an old' castle. and a little beyond wero my four acres of vines. I hastened to get there. I was all out of breath as I readied tho ruins. I stopped. Tho blood seomed roaring in mw sin. Mv liAitrt was boatinir against my breast like a hammer on an anvil. The sun was all on tire. 1 wisiied to con tin ue my road, but suddenly I was arrimV an if liv a mallttt. I rolled behind the wall and I understood that I was suddenly strnok with apoplexy. Then despair took possession of me. "I am . . I. -1 Tl 1. 1 1 . I . ... . 1 . . UOau, BaiU 1 VO mysuilj iuu uiuui-j tunii I have saved with so much hardship, the trees that I have planted with so much care, the house that I built, all that is lost, all passes to my lteirsr 1 felt my soul actacning itseu irom my cadaver, but it remained standing beside it. That aoul of the burgomaster saw that a a. ita cadaver a lace waa . purpie ana its hands went vellow. Aa it waa vtrr warm and a deathlv awoat was rolling from the forehead, a Lost of flic alighted on his faoe. The cadaver did not stir, and the soul in dis tress could not drive tuem away. An hour passed. The heat was increasing, thera was not a breat'i of air. not cloud. i mat wan.iorA.1 alonff the rains. In passing by my poor body she bounded to one side; then came back, opened her ta wi.lA. anlft'rtd aronnd and continued on her way. A young shepherd started alter uer, but, on perceiving tue corpse, ha lAmmmi an.i ran toward too TUirtiio. Another hour passed, aa slowly as eternity, man aomevoioes, aoue bw-pb, and my aoul saw ascending slowly, lnwlr t)i iiiHtiiA of the neace. followed by Lis clerk and a nnmbor of persons. I . . . a. ma a knew tnem ail. iney maue oui one ex clamation at the sightof my body: "Our Tin rcim antor !" The physician drew near, drove the Hies awny, raiMvi an arm aireagy atin, anil aai.l in.lifT.Tpnttv: "Our iinnrnmantar has been struck with apoplexy. lie must bave been hre ainee morning, lie most De ounea aa soon as possible, for this beat Lastens decomposition." "Faith," aaid the clerk, "between us. lha iliatrint iliwa nnt liwA mncb. He was a miser and an imbecile, who did Dot know acytcing. Taa a.Ma.1 (ha imltf. "and he al ways looked as if he wanted to criticise everybody." "That is not surprising," continued another, "fools always imagine they Lave brains. Ho aavlnc. thev walked oft and my poor soul heard them a few moments longer; llion I remained la silonce and solitude I don t know bow long. Thev returned, however, and cursed the weight of tho burgomaster, whose body they were carrying, while my aoul followed plunged in tho blackest of grief. Finslly I was deposited in a room on a ilrawbeu, anu paaaeu id reviuw. When one of mv cousins wished to take the keys from my pocket, wanted to cry with rage, but unfortunately souls have novoioo. Finally, my dear Ludwig, I saw them open my desk, count all my money and although I could never need anything more.I grudged every cent they took. At last they undressed me, nailod me botween four boards and I assisted at my own funeral. When they loworod me into the grave donpair gnawed at my soul: all waa lost. It was then that you woke me Ludwig; and I fancy thut I etill hear the clods rolling over my coffin." Hippel stopped and shuddered, chilled through. We remained a long time meditating, without a word; then went to the dining room. The host served us the remnants of our supper, filled ono of my oantoens with white wine, the otherwitu red, sad dled our horses and wished us a "Loft yoyago." We were hot half a Tnile from tho inn when mv friond Hippel, always thirsty, took a drink of red wine. He seemed soized with vertigo. "Mydreaml My dream of last night I , He started at a gallop, as if to escape the vision. My nag forced me to lag be hind. With the first rays of the sun Hippel stopped and waited for me. "I don't know," said Le, J'what dark thoughts have taken possession of me. That red wine must have some singular property; it flatters my throat, uut it at taoks my brain." "We cannot deny," I replied, "that certain liquors contain in themselves the principles of phantasmagoria even. I Lave soon cheerful men become sad, sad men become gay, smart men become stupid and stupid men becomo smart with a few glasses of wine in their stom achs. It is a deep mvstery, and no one is so insane as to doubt the magio power of the bottle. Is it not the sceptor of superior inoomprohonsible force, before which we must bow, since we sometimes feel its d vine or diabolical influence?" Hippel. recognized the force of my arguments and remained silent and lost in a reverie. We iocged along awhile, wbon sud denly Hippel halted, bia month opened, his hunda stretched in the attitude of stupor, then, liko a flush, ho turned to flee, but I seized the bridle of bis horse. "Hippol, what oneartu is tue matter; I exclaimed. "Has Batan laid himsolf in ambush before you? Has the angel of Balaam made Lis dagger shine before your eyes?" "Leave me alone," he said, struggling; 'it's my dreaml" "Come" I said, "calm yourself. Red wine evidently does not agree with yon. Taken drink of this wine; you will find it bettor." He drank with avidity, and somewhat reoovered his equilibrium. VI e emptied that red wine whioh had become black as ink. It formed large bubbles as it sank through the ground, and it seemed to me that I heard deafen ing roars, oonfused voices, sighs, but so faiut that they soemed to come from dis tant regions. Hippel was too excited to notice this phonomeoon, but I was pro foundly impressed with it. At that moment I saw a blackbird, as largo as my nM, escape from one of the bushes and fly away with a little cry of terror. "I fool," Hippel, "as if two opposite principles were contending for suprem acy within me the black and tho white "a a the principal oi goou ana tuat oi evu. Let us go!" We continned on our way. "Ludwig," said my companion Boon aftor, "there are such strango things in this world that the mind trembles in humility. You know that I have been through this oountry. Well, yesterday I dreamed and to day I see tho reality of my dream rise up before mo. Look at this land scape, it is the same I saw in my sleep. Here aro tho ruins oi tuo old castle whore I was struck with apoplexy. Here is the path that I went over and there are my four acres of vine. There is not a tree, not a bush that 1 Son't recognize as if I had seen them a hundred times. When we shall havo turned the corner, we shall Bee at the end of the valley the Tillage of Welohe; the seoond house to the right is that oi tue burgomaster; it has five windows and above, in front, aud four below and the door. To the loft of mv house, tuat is to say. that of the burgomaster,Tyon will see a barn and a sUble, that is where I use 1 to shut up iuy horses and cattle, r inaliy, my dear Ludwig, I am resusoitated just aa you me. The poor burgomaster looks ct you through my eyes, ho speaks to you through my lips, and if I do not reool lect that before being burgomaster, misor. rich proprietor, I have been Hip pel, the high liver, I should hesitate to aay who I am, for what I see reoalla to me another existence, other habits, other ideas." ' All happened aa bs hal predicted. We Cerceived the village at a distance, the ouses scattered along the river, and the second houso to the right had in effect ooen that of the burgomaster. All the individuals we met Hippel had a vagae reoolleoiou of baving seen tnem; aome seemed bo familiar that Le was on the point of calling them by name; but the word remained on nis tongue ana ne oould not detach it from other recolleo tions. Besides, seeing the indifferent cu riositv with whioh we were looked at as aured Hippel that wo were unknown, and that Lis form was a complete mask for the defunct soul of the burgomaster. .We stopped at the inn that my friend pointed out aa the best in the village; he Lad been acquainted witu it a long time. A new surprise awaited us. The mis tress of the inn was a fat woman, a wid ow for many years, and whom the bur gomaster had courted for a wile. liippei was tempted to put his arms around her, so ouick.lT did Lis old sympathies revive. However. Le controlled himself. The veriUble Hippel waa combatting in him the matrimonial tendencies of the bur gomaster. He contented himself with asking in the most amiable manner for a good breakfast and the bst wine possi ble. When we were seated a very natu ral curiosity impelled him to inquire what bad taken place since bis death. "Madame, " be said to the hostess, with a flattering smile, "you were un- ,fl-the had donbtedly acquainted with tho former burgomaster of Welcho?" .... "Do you mean the one who diod of ap- e . . aa l !.,! oplexy three years agor sue unauu. p-iuniv" rnnlieil mv comrade. inga peouliar loon upon me muj. All -vrl asroin t.1 in marrv me. If I un thn nl.l fool was going to die ao aoon I should have tukon Lim. He pro posed that the firFt one to die snouia leave all the property to the survivor. Tuat answer soraowuai uuuuumio'i M. .too iriniu.! TIia self-love of the burgomaster was terribly wounded with in bim. However, Le restrained Lim- Belf. ... "And ao. madame, you did not like Lim?" "Like him! How can a woman like a man who is bo miserly, dirty and repulsive?" Hippel arose and looked at bimsell in the glass. He smiled at his full, rosy cheeks and returned to nnisu nis chicken. . . "Was Le any relative of your? askod the hostess. "T! I did not even know Lim. I was onlv saving that some are ugly; others are good-looking. Because my nose is on tho middle oi my lace hko your Bur gomaster, it docs not followjbat I must look like him." "Oh, no," hastened to Bay the wo man: "you have no family resemblance at all." "Besidos. I am not stmoy. which de monstrates that I cannot be your bur gomaster. Bring me two more bottles of wiue." The lady disappeared and I seized the occasion to warn Hippel not to rush in conversations which might betray Lis incognito. "For who uo yon take me, tiua wig?" Le yelled, furiously. "I want you to know that I am no more the burgo master than you are, and the proof is that my papers are 'en regie.' " He drew out Lis passport. The hostess was just entering. "Madame," said lie, "did your bur gomaster answer this description!" Tf a rnnl "M.vilinm forehead, large nose.thick lips.gray eyes, medium Light, brown hair. Pretty near." said the lady, "except that Le was bald." Hiooel passed Lib Land throurh Lis Lair, exolaiming. "The burgomaster was bald, but no one can protend that I am." The hostess thought tuat my menu was crazv. but as lie paid Ler on arising. she did not Bay anything. At tne door . mppei turnca to me roughly, saying, "Let us go." "One moment, my dear friend," I said, "you must first take me to the cemetery where the burgomaster is re posing. "Nntaf " liA ahnnted. "never! Do you want to throw me into Satan's claws? I, standing over my own grave! But that would bo contrary to all tho laws of nature. Surely you don't think of it. Ludwig?" . "f!nlm vonrself. Hiooel. You are this very moment under the empire of invis ible powers. They are holding you in such transparent toils that you can't seo them. You must make an effort to diB pclthem. You must make restitution of the soul of tne burgomaster, and that is nonsible only over his grave. You don't want to be the thief of that soul; that would be a manifest larceny. I know your delicacy too well to suppose you capable of such infamy." These invincible arguments ciicided him. "Very well," said Le, "I shall have the courage to tread nudermy feet those remains, tne Heaviest nan oi wmou l carry with me. Ahl thank God, no such robbery shall be imputed to me.Ludwig. I shall load you." Ue walked witn rapid, precipitate slam hialmt. in Vim hnml.liifl hair flvinc. -'" . " - " - - i j of shaking bia arms, stretching bia legs, ... . . .i. . . like a wretcu wno penorms tuo itit act of despair, and baa to excite himself in order not to fail. At last we readied the oemetory. In a corner was tne cnarnei uouse, at the other was a cottage with a small garden. llippel rusued in tne room, ine grave digger was there, sculpting a cross ami an nhnnrlwd in his work that he arose, quite frightened at the approach . . . i. a i 1. : OI xlippei. Juy aomraue meu uu uim a. pair of eyes that must Lave horrified him. "My good man, eaid I, "will you lead us to the gravo of the burgomas ter." "I know where it is." cried Hippel. and without waiting for an answer he rushed like a innatio among tue graves. "Here we arei Tha irani n a of evil Lad evidently taken possession of him, for be knocked down a while cross, with a crown of roses the cross of a little ohild. Tbe grave digger and I followed from of.. r TIia cpmAtprv was large. Bank weeda of a dark green were as high as three feet, uy presses uraggea tneir ttranehea over the ground, but what track me at first sight was a clump of vines so magnifioently loaded with grapes that the branches were lying tnicuy over each other. I aaid to the grave-digger, "You have a email vineyard there whioh must be quite profitable, "flli I vnrv little." be rpnlied in a dole ful tone, "what oomea from the grave returns to the grave. Nobody wants I h aba frranAB." T ATammAil thia man. Ha had a false look; a diabolical smile contracted bis lipa and his cheeks. I did not believe -!.. Via ..ui aua owu. . We arrived at the grave of the bnrgo- v. a i tl II " V A. master, it waa Close to tne wan. jtugot in front waa that enormous vice, full of n lika a hna. Tta rnnta rvenetrated un doubtedly into tho coffins and disputed their prey with tbe worms. Moreover, iu cm no a were of a purple red. while those of the other vines were of white slightly tinged with vermillion. Hippel was loaning against that vine and seemed a littla palmer. "You don't eat those grapes," I said to tKa 0ravn.iiiiTc;pr "hnt von sell them." He turved pale and made a gesture in (ha nAcatira. "You aell them in the village of TCalrtha anil T an name TOO the tavern where your wine is drunk," I exclaimed; "it is the inn of the Fleur-de-Lis." The grave digger trembled in every limb. Hippel tried to grasp that wretch bv the throat, and all my strength and intervention waa required to prevent Lim from tearing turn to pieces. no ..t.ir i.a rAllA1. "You have made me drink the qnintesscenoe of the burgomaster. I have lost my identity. But all at once a bright idoa strnok bim. He turned towards tbe wall and taking the celebrated atttitudo of those attacked with seasickness be rendered unto the earth the substance whioh had drawn its austenanoe from the earth. "Thank God!" said ne, as ne camo i. v t m ! tiaen rriinrnnd unto the unua w uiu. a . " - earth the soul of the burgomaster, and 1 leel relieved oi an enormous oiu.. An hour later we continued our route and my friend Hippel bad recovered Lis normal cheerfulness. Conylct Photographs. Tho conviot who has to pose Jor LIb portrait is, of course, as well aware as the operators of the purpose for which it is required. It is one whioh, assum ing that the rascnl has no present inten tion to abandon tbe crooked path and walk in the straight, can bo no other than inimical to his future welfare. His study, thorefore, is to make it as little like bim as possible. To manage this, he need not seek to disguise bis natural expression of countenance by extrava gant oontertions. Were be toresorfto such a flagrant device bo would jeopard ize his accumulated good conduct money and after all be oompelled to do what was required of him. But it is easy to assume a joyous smile tho delightful prospect of speedy roloase Buflloiently accounts for it quite foreign to Lis visage, to project the under jaw a little, or purse tne lips, or, as though lost in innocent wonderment as to what on earth they were taking his likeness for, the convict may, without suspioion, bo raise his eyebrows aa for the time to com pletely do away with the scowl that is his natural wear. There are a dozen similar tricks.which judiciously practiced, will answer the purpose. That is an artince oommoniy if not invariably restored to.is notorious. From time to time I have had opportuni ties of narrowly comparing dozens of re cently executed convict photographs with tue originals, ana x Know positively that in no more than one instance in six is the resemblance so complete as to leave no room for doubt. Indeed, it would seem that the authorities them selves are alive to the desirability of strengthening the photographic evidenoe of "identity, for of late the convict'B right hand appears in the picture as con' spicuously as his lace. wuu lingers spread, it is laid, knuckles outward, on the man s breast, and, seen in that prom- inont position, any peculiarity that may characterize the limb, is apparent at a glanoe. At first thought there may ap pear to be not muoh in this, but it is an ascertained fact that if a hundred right banda were closely examined, there would be found no two even passibly alike. Apart from such disfigurements as enlarged knuckles, the effect of rheu matism or accidental injury, or crooked fingers, or scars, there is almost certain to exist some distinguishing natural pe culiarityan unusually thick thumb or fingers, or an exceptionally broad or narrow palm. A man may alter the ex pression of his featnres.but his faithfully photographed hand will bear witness against him more reliably than even his band writing. London Telegraph. Playing the Porker. Any one undertaking to play off a character for a sly purpose may find it as dangerous to bo taken for what he pre' tends to be. as to be taken for what he is, Ao old soldier tells how Lis experience illustrated this on a certain occasion which he has reason to remember: "One dark, rainy night during the war, ono of the boys and mysolf under took the job of outwitting the vigilant eye oi the sentinel. We got along well enough until we came in sight of Lim, and then at given signal, my friend dropped on Lis hands and knoes and be gan ciawling along slowly, all tbe while grunting and rooting about. To my delight he passed without being discovered. Then my turn came and I started off bog fashton. I bad hardly gone ten stops before I beard tbe guard say: "There s more hogs around her than a necoseary, and he stooped to pick up a rock. Although badly scared, I kept cau tiously moving along, grunting and rooting. "Well, here goes to see what kind of a shot I am with a brick." the sentinel again eaid; and whizl came tbe rock, striking me in the side and knocking me breathless. When I revived a little, the guard was bending over me. "Wood, he said. ' struck harder than J intended; I knew it was you all the time, and I thought I d teach you a little lesson ; now back to earap and don t try it again. Slowly I retraced my steps, feeling that I wasn t much oi a hog after all. Ihe Wrong Fee. ' A clergyman, now of New York, mar ried not long ago a couple that at onoe started for Europe. The bridegroom was a man of wealth, and before be pre sented himself before the bridal altar.be plaoed a one hundred dollar greenback in Lis vest pocket to give the parson for the marriage lee, and did pay it to him, as he supposed. While crossing the ocean, he discov ered, greatly to Lis astonishment, tbe bill in the pocket in which be had placed it. On getting back to this country, he determined to solve the mystery, and waited upon the reverend gentleman, and inquired if, on a certain date, be did not marry a certain couple. The clergyman remembered the occasion perfectly. "1 know I am about to ask an imper tinent question, said the visitor; "but I should like to be informed what fee vou received for the ceremony?" The clergyman recognized the man as the one he had married, and said that he would, of course, gratify him, since Le waa so anxioua to know. "I received," he then went on to say. "a very small quantity of fine chewing tobacco, folded in a very small piece of paper. That was enongh. The only thing re maining to be done waa to apologize for the curious blunder, laugh heartily, and make the one hundred-dollar deposit good. The university of South Carolina has a larger number of students than at any time since the war. HOUSEHOLD HIXTS. A plain dessert can be niacin l,P iu. ing the directions for making roly DoT' pudding, and by substituting jell, a,' fruit. Cut in slices and serve with w ul aauoe. " Oatmeal cookies combine man. 2ualities, and will be relished by CmT ron. Make thera just like an ordinar. sugar cooky, usirjg two-thirds oatmeal and one-third whout flour. An extremely simple way of omm. ing the square of flannel which you nnt over baby in his carriage is to crochet a row of oponworkand a small soallon on the edge and run a bright ribbon through tbe open epacesw. Cranberries make a delicious flllln for. a roly-poly pudding. Btew them UBing aa httlo wator as possible, so that tbe juice will be thick and jelly like -Bwooton and let the sauce boil for minute or two, but not longer, after th sugar is put in. Cream fritters, as an entroe with uf beef and vegetables, are mado just the same as ii tuey were to be eaten with syrup. The cream is a gravy made of butter and flour, with boiling water poured over.' A little BUtfur should be added and a few drops of vanilla. If the family is very small' and kro loaves of bread aro likoly to become stale bofore they can be eaten, it is a good plan to make two little loaves for one tin. They will kocp their shape all right, and will not run together or ad here any more than rolls or biscuit do. A nice dish for breakfast is made bv outting pork tenderloins in thin slices; stew them in water till thy are nearly done; then put a little butter in. a sauce pan, and fry them till light brown; serve them on buttered toast, with mashed potatoes and raw tomatoes sliced thin. Apple custard pie should1 be baked with an under crust only. The filling is delicious if mode of one "pint of sweet milk, one pint of smooth apple sauoe. well sweetened, three eggs; flavor with lemon or with a little cinnamon. This will make two smill-sizod pios or one large one. A little time and trouble used iu re moving the seeds from grape sauce will pay a large interest. After the grspes have cooked sufficiently bo the seeds separate readily from the sauce through colander, then with a spoon remove the seeds as far as possible, put the skins back with the juice to cook until tuey are soft, and skim off any soeds that rise to the top. 1 - Sauce for a common fruit pudding ii nice made of one cup of sugar, an even tablcspooful of flour, and one of butter. Mix to a cream, pour boiling water over this and stir until there are no lumps; then put It on the stove, and keep it there until it is cooked, Bay; for ten or even fifteen minutes. 1 Flavor with nut meg, and put in a large spoonful of mo lasses to give it a rich brown' color. Cranberry pudding is made by pour ing boiling water on a pint of dried breadcrumbs; melt a tablespoonFul of butter and stir iu. When the bread is softened add two eggs, and beat thor oughly with the bread. Then put in a pint of the fruit and Bweeien 10 your taste. Bake in a hot oven .for half au hour. Fresh fruit may be used in place of the cranberries. Slices of peaches put in layers make a dolioious variation Philosophy of Advertialns. In his address to the editors of Indi ana, at their reoont meeting unu Wayne, says the Philadelphia Record, Colonel Oil Pierce, of the' Chicngo Daily News, presented the following thoughts with reference to advertis ing, which aro worth remembering. Ho said: ' And in presenting a benutuui sueei, typographically one should remember tha o,iu.irt;pr as well as the readers. A man likes to hove his advertisement pleasing to look upon, catching 10 me eye, and indicative generally of tho ad vortiser. This class of patrons are so important to success that thoy should .re ceive every encouragement. Particu larly should they be impressed with the desirability oi keeping their wares before the public. A man never realizes the . -. ? a. . . - l. l.aa full bonettts oi auveruswg uu nlaoed the matter before the same peo ple fifty or 100 times. The first ad.i good, but tne iuu is worm more m" times as much as the first. Some one Las aaid that the - , First time a man looks at an aaveruw ment Le does not see it. .. . . The second time Le does not notice it. The third time he is dimly conscious of it. ' : t ' The fourth time he faintly rememoem something of the kind before. The fifth time ne naii reaus iw The Bixth time he turns bis nose up t it- . .. The seventh time he throws tne psp down impatiently. ' Tha aiohth time he eiaculates: "There IB the confounded thing again." The ninth time he wonders if ' there w anything in it. . i The tenth time he tninxs it mw t libly suit somebody else's case. . Tk oW.nlh lima ha thinks he Will ask his neighbor if Le has tried it or knows anything aoont . , ; . The twelfth time he wonders if the ad vertiser can make it pay. , . v.lt The thirteenth time he rather thinks it must be a good thing. . The fourteenth time he happens w think it is just what he wanted. The fifteenth time he for a long time resolves to try it aa aoon as he can affora ''"The aixteenth time he examines the ad dress carefully and makes a memoran dum of it. .... r.iA The seventeenth- time Le is tantalize to think that he is Lardly able to afford lt-The eighteenth time Le sees painfully Low moch he is in need of thatparUcu- lararticle. ". . ' . ' .' ... vu The nineteenth time ne couu . - money to see how much he would h" left if he bought it. u The twentieth time Le rushes franue ally forth and boys it. ' I . " "Mr. Jipso indulges largely in bjrpr bole," remarked tne high school gjr' her mother. "Yes," answered the" M lady; "Mrs. Jones told me be d taxen to drinking; I'm Borry for bis wife, Po' thing." Nine million postal cards are said to weigh a ton.