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THE BELLS OF LYNX Tensile Bar. - When the eve is growing gray, and the tide is rolling in, I tit and look across the biy to the bonny town or Lynn; And the Usher folki are noar, But I wlkh they never bear The songs the far belli make tor me, the bonny belli oi Lfan. The folki are chatting gar, and I bear their merry am. But I look and look across tbe bay to the uonny town or Lynn; He told nw to wait here Uuon the old brown niir. To wait and watch him oouilng when the tide til rolling in. . Ob, I me him pulling strong, pulling o'er the bay to roe, And I bear bu jovial tong, and bit merry lace l tee; And now be'i at the pier, Mv bounv love and duarl And be'i coming up tlie see-washed itops with nana ouutretcbed to me. 0 my love, your cheek Is cold, and your bandi are tuuk and thin I Ob, beat- you not the belli of old, the bonny belli r l-ynnf Oh, have you naught to tay Uton our woddlmr davr Love, hear you not the wedding belli acroM me way or Lynn r 0 my lover, tpeak to me! and bold me fait, mine own! For I fear tbli riling ma, and three windiand wave tnat moan l But never a word he said! He U deeI. mr love U dead I Ab me! ah me! I did but dream; and I am all alone Alone, ami old, and gray; and the tide li roiling in; But my hrt'i away, away, away, In the old graveyard at Lynn I SOJOURNER TRUTH'S SAYINGS Her Powerful Outburst at a Woman' KlctaU Coaventlon. Chicago Tribune. Mm. Francos 1. Gage lias recorded one of (Sojourner Truth's improssivo outbursts on the public plutform in tho "Hiittory of Woman Suffrage." It was at a woman right convention at Akron, Oliio, in 1H51. During its sessions old Sojourner for alio was 80 years of oge then "sat erouchod ogiunst tho wall 'on tho cornor of tlio pulpit stair, Iior sun-bonnet shading her eyes, lior el bows on her knees, hor chin rotin on hor broad, hari palms." Fow dared to Lave hor speak, many implored . Mrs. Gage, who woi prwsidnnt of the convention, to prevent her from speaking. They didn't want their cau.se "mixed with the abolitionists and niggers." But the timecanie whon (Sojourner Truth felt it liorno in npon her to speak : "Sho moved slowly to the front, laid hor old bonnet at her foot, and turned hor great speakingeyos to mo. Hisses caiuo from the audiunco, Hut slio looked tho disapproval down, ' Nearly six tout high, her head was thrown ua. and nor eyos "pierced tho nppor air like one in a dream." At her - tint words there was a profound IiuhIi. Hho spoke in deep tones, though not loud, which reaohed every ear in tho house Hero are some of tlio words she aid, and tliny will show how powerful and original a character was this full ' blooded African woman, and how justi tied her fame was : "Dat man olmr dar say Jut womin nnod to be helped into carriages and lifted olnir ditches, and to hab do bes' place eborywhar. Nobody ebor holps mo into carriages or oW mud piles, or f;il)suieany bos' place!" And raising lorself to her full height aud hor voioo to a pitch like rolling thunder, sho asked, "And a'n't I woman? Look at my arm!'' (and sho barol hor right arm to tho shoulder, showing hor tremen dous muHoulur power.) "I havo plowed and planted, and gathorod into barns, and no man could head mo. And a'n't I woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man whon I could get it and boar the lank as well. And a'n't I a woman ? I have borne thirtoon chilern, and soon 'em mos' all sold off to slavery, and whon I cried out with my mother's grief none but Josus hoard me. And a'u't I a woman? , "Don dey talks 'bout dis ting in do head what dis dey call it? ("Intel loot," whispered some onenoar.) Dat's it, honey. What's dut got to do wid womin's rights or niggor's rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint and yonrn holds a quart, wouldn't ye le moun not to let mo havo my little half measure fnll? Don dat little man in black, dar ho says womin can't havo as much rights as men, becauso Christ wa'nt a womon ! Whur did your Christ como from?" Rolling thunder could not havo stilled that crowd as did those deep, wonderful tones, as she stood tliero with outstretched arms and eves of fire, liaising hor voice still louder, she related : " Whar did your Christ come from? From Hod and woman I Man had nothiu' to do wid hiuil" Death a Pale Home. New York Cor. Chicago Journal. "Death is on a palo horso, racing right alongside of Eole," said a man at my elbow. We were at the Brighton Beach races. The speaker was a physician. Tlio visiblo horse that he roicrrod to, F.olo, was the proirty of Freddie (kbhardt, the Langtry-famous young man, and was winning the race, "What do you meau about seeing Death as a rider in this run?" I asked. "Simply that he is contesting with the jockey who is tnonntod on Eole," . was the reply, "That fellow's name is MoLaughliu, you say? Woll, I was over at the weighing stand when he was preparing to ride, A jockey has to be a light-weight, for horse owncM don't care to weigh down their beasts. This is a dreadfully cold day. We're shivering in thick ovVreoata, with the collnrs turned np. McLaughlin has nothing on under his thin silk jacket. He hasn't allowed himself nn extra pound in flannels. To all intents he is exposed naked, not only to tho low temperature, but to tho tremendous wind made by the sihhhI of tho race. Every time he rides unclothed like that, he takes a big risk of pneumonia. That's why I say that Death is miming a palo horso by his side, and is just as likely as not to beat him to-day. " A rkansaw Traveler: Dar's somojii tie truth eben in do blgges' lie, eWn ef it is no more des do fuck dat it is a lie. INTO THE UNFORGOT- TEN LAND. "Madge Corrol" In Artbur'i Magnrliie.l Arthur Okill tat In bii deceased frlend'i cilice, pending, In the capacity of executor an epistle directed to Joseph Laux, and signed Ermyntrude Southwayd. Although addressed familiarly "'Dear Joe," and over flowing with sentimental remlnlseeucei, it was a business, not a love letter, else he would not have read It, It app-ared that the writers father left Thornton twenty yean previous, owing Joe-wbo bad then just en lured man'i estate money for bouse rent Having but recently discovered this fact, the lady, belli g now po-M)Med of considerable property, riwlm In justice w pay now principal and Interest Huch wai the nun aud substance of tbli letter, read In the golden after-glow of one of June's fairest days. Tho re was, Dowever, one line over which Arthur Okill pondered wriouily. It ran thus: "The itory so sweetly begun and so sadly broken off under that roof you know welL" Yes. of course. Joe Laux knew. When queenly Ermyntrude Bouthmayd broke ber engagement with Arthur Okill, all the gos sips In the village got bold of this racy bit of news and rolled it like some toothsome morsel under their tongues. The elders remembered it to this dsy, although the discarded lover bad at different times honorably wooed ana won two of their daughters and bad buried them, and children with them, under the red and white clover bloom In Thornton's little green graveyard. Folks seldom forget things of this sort More' the pity. From bis rose-draned window be could see across the way the moss-embroidered eaves under which they parted so unify and so coldly long Since that memorable evening be had . . . written all sorts of hard and bitter things against tbli beautiful, lniierloui creature, and bad closed and sealed tho pages time and agnln, only to ojien them once more and re write, although for nearly twenty years her Unlit step bad never crowed bis path. Mow at last, as the day dust In amber reds along the gentle slopes of Thornton, neteU to readme between these nery Hues penned with bis hearts best blood, and to wondering whether If be bid but refused to have taken that rash girl at ber word ibe would not bave been touched and nave melted like wax under love's Indomitable flame. Bitting there in the crimson and amber sun-glow, with white and link rise-leaves floating In at the open window like scented, tinted mow flak os, be wiihed, vaguely, tliat tbli thought had oc curred to bim then, and that he had acted upon It As It was, it was too late. Even the ashes of that old love were scattered. He would sooner expict to behold those whom be had kissed and laid away come forth in fleshy habiliments than to Hud that annihilated passion clothed anew and dwell' ing In bis bosom. 'W bat in the world are you doingr ex- claimed Mrs. Both Okill, oeu!iig the door of the ofllce from ber iwrlor adjoining. '1 thought you wore going out." "No.Tm attending to a little business," re plied ber brother-in-law, hurriedly seizing some legal documents and making believe to look them over. "Bay, Cad," recalling her as she was about retiring, "you remember the Koutbiuayds, don t your "To be sure I do. What was that beauti ful dauKhtor'i usinel Olcnwoodf Elfou bood I No, that don't sound like it either." "Try Ermyntrude," suggested Arthur, drily. "Sure enough! Ermyntrude. I used to name all my prettiest dolls after ber. Nice family, but awful poor and proud, weren't they! What about them r "Mile's written to Joe from Jersey City, and Is coming to see bim on business." "Poor Joel And be dead and burled tbli two week. I" sighed Cad Okill. "She's pretty old now, Isu't sber I'm twenty-eight, and she was grown up when I was a little girl" "Bhe's thirty-nine" replied Okill, running his slutiwly Angers through bis own thickly powdered hair and beard, wondering the while bow "Empress EnnyntrudeV rare auburn braids stood the test of taue. "Thirty-nine and not married 1" exclaimed Mrs. Okill, as if comparing the round of human misery. "Is she after our dear old bachelor Joel" "Nonsense I You know all about Joe's love affairs. Any way, ibe always held ber bead too high for such as h), or, lndied, any one, for that matter. Now that she's rich, she doubtless holils it higher yet," "Yea, I recollect, she was called the Em press, wasn't shel . Bhe wai so beautiful and seemed to be so grand, I really thought she ruled a kingdom, and often w uhed 1 could slip into the house and see hor crown and throne. hon ii ibe coming f' "To-morrow noon." The morrows mid hour found Miss Bouth mayd alighted at the pretty vine engarlanded station, and rapidly pursuing her way toward the well known iiiteiyecttiig streets, on one cornor of which was Joe's ofllce, and uxm another the rambling, tree-girdled structure she once called home. Despite the changes nearly twenty years bad wrought, "EmpruHS Ermytrude," al though she pulled ber gray travelii, veil over her face, half determined neither to see nor be seen, recognised a familiar residence and bit of woodland green and emerald sward. Rue had not come with any Intention of remaining even for one day. There were painful memories connected with the place other than those Interwoven with 'love's young dream." Then, too, there was really no one she cared or dared see, except ing Joe Laux. The remaining member of the only family whose acquaintance she had kept np removed some three months previous, and were now her neighbors in the city where she made ber borne. HUH, strive as the would, bittersweet memories crowded in upon her, and when at length she met Arthur Okill face to face, bors was rapt, dewed like that of a rose In the flush of dawn. The ripe, red liiwitlll disclosed their seed- pearl rosary; there was no thread of silver among those chestnut braids, no trace of a wriukle on those rounded cheeks. While far younger woii.en, such as Cad Okill, aged un der the ni'trimonlal yoke, and "child-birth pain left Its traces on heart and brain," she retained her ijdonilid health, and, although she had earned her bread and mot many trials, was even more regally beautiful than In the olden time. In early maidenhood Critics bad pronounced her "too fat and too red." Tbe tendency of over-ripeness bsd been checked, that tropical richness of color ing toned aown, and criticism on that score was disarmed. "Arthur!" she cried, Dot flushing In the bsist, yet with all tliellght of ber countenance dying out aud a strange gloom overshadow- the warm, lrown eye, "Ermyntrude!" exclaimed be. One Instant these two, who had wrecked each other's hope, clasped hands, and eye met eye In searching, yearning gnie; then the lady said, quietly enough outwardly: "This Is an unexpected meetinir. I re eret being so pressed for time; I am obliged to, seem abrupt I came to see Joe on a matter of busincm. Is" "I know, I know," replied Arthur Okill interrupting ber; "sit down, please; I've Kinutthliisr to tell VOU." Bhe sat down and be told ber about Joe's desth and his reading of her letter. He could not reach the necessary papers for a day or two, he said, and In tbe course of a week would be obliged to visit Jersey City; If agreeable, be would be happy to wait upon ber there. "Tauirht ,bv tears and calmed by time,' there was little more said on either side. Mrs. OkiU was summoned and chattered for about fifteen minute after which ber brotber-in law attended Misi Bouthmayd to the little rose-banked station, pressed ber hand, and bade ber good-bye. Misi Koutbmavd'i oarior was not gorgeo-ii It was simply a ooxy nook in which to do or to dream treat or lovely things, tsuung there, with roseate lights snd violet shadows flitting over face and figure, "bmpresi EnnyutrudVs" heart beat true, but she wai on her guard against this much-married lover. Not so be. Seeing ber still so rarely beau tiful, so like tbe queen of life's uuforgotten May, memory failed to produce a record of the bard and bitter things written and sealed BKainst ber; later loves and ties were Ignored, and, although self-controlled snd apparently cool and at ease, he felt tbe passion of that earlier, better day blossoming redly in his heart They parted as they bad met, old acquaint ances; that seeininKly, was all. It wai, nevertheless, old what a vast amount of "red tape" Mr. Okill mauaged to wind about this bit of business. It became necessary be should call again. During this interview, be dashed Into the subject nearest his thoughts and heart in a manner which might strike one as abrupt awkward, but "very human." "I think I never saw you look so well In anything as you did that evening in the red dress." She knew to what be alluded. They had quareled over a dress, which, when sbs dis played it in triumph as tbe one she was to wear at a coming party, ho said would "extinguish" hor; it was too much the color of her balr and eyes. One word brought an' other, flnelly she flashed out: "If the way I dress don t suit your lordnhlp, perhajM I don't suit you either, and we may as well break our engagement" "As you please " be had replie 1, 1 ftily. Two days afterward they met at the party and did not speak, so the affair became com mon property. Following close this heart tragedy came the Southmayds' removal, and that soemed to be tbe end of love's young dream. "You mistake," she repliod; "it was not red, It was cinnamon-brown. They would call it torra-cotta now." There was a moment's silence. Each had opened the page of life's past and was readiDg their stories with strained, pained hearts and eyes. Tuey stood near the breeze haunted bay window, over which a woodbine strung her scented garlands. Somewhere, a swee voiced girl sang "Home, Sweot Home." When the last note died liugeringly on tbe summer air, Arthur siioko: "Nor Is there in life anything so sweet as the honey of young love. One may roam the world over, drinking at every spring; might even banquet with the gods, aud never Hud, nor bope to find, such nectar as be first drank from love's golden chalK-e." Ermyntrude, gathering some fallen white aud creamy blossoms, murmured something about flowers that never freshen, aud they stood in silence again, looking into the ur.for gotten huid of youth. The Hairpin ('rase. Milwaukee Journal. "A crank." "What braedr "A very common one just at this time. lie s a hairpin crank." "What do you meanf" "Why, simply what I said. It's a new craze that has struck all In a heap those pecu iiariy rattle-pated individuals who have been wout to burn the midnight lamp composing a sonnet to my mistress' eyebrows. As the small boy used to gather postage stamps and the wee girl fill up her buttou-strong, so do inese tender-bearted youths collect hairpins. They watch tbe ladies as tboy pass along the streets, at parties, balls, and in stores on shopping excursions, and when a hairpin works loose and falls to toe ground or floor it Is quickly picked up, the lady's name discovered If possible, and tbe hairpin. properly labeled, therewith goes to swell the collection. The bolder of the hairpin collectors will succeed in picking a loose one from a lady's back balr without ber knowing is. I was Invited the other evening to inspect a collection of these relics of beauty gathered together by a Seventh ward young man. He bad 300 of them, and they all bore we name or tbe charming wearers, Including all tho changes of fore and aft on the name Smith, from Arabella to Zola, aud from plain Smith. to Hcnmitn and Bmyth. One of the pins, my delectable companion informed me, was from the head of one of tbe leading society belles of the city, and cost bim 15 to secure it a rival collector having obtained the precious tropny aim sold out to him." "What do they do with them!" "The same as the boy did with his postaeo stamps, or the girl with her button-strtngs-keep them to look at aud to admire. The erase has just struck the west It originated among tlie dudes of lioston about a year aeo. and bas just arrived. In all probability it will die out in a single season, as it seems too loolisn to endure long." Stakes 'Km Heaped a Man. Itockland Courler-Oazette.J "What's this Dead Scott derddnn hnnfff Queried Mis. Whnrlenwnrth. lrilrln fin ftvm tbe paper. "Dread Scott not Dead Snr corrected Mr. Whrclesworth. with a man's patronising smile of superiority. "Well, l'reaa ncoci, men. bat is Itr Mr. Wig glesworth was stuck, but he looked wise. "Something to do with tbe Mexican war," he explained. "Oen. Scott you know, was a terrible fighter, and the Greasers got to refer Ing to him as the Dread Scott Some division or other he made about a battle is what the pars mean." Mrs. Wigglesworth, with a satisfied air, folded the pajwr back and turned to see if any new neonla h,l hnen born, while Mr. Wigglesworth winked to mmseu at msuavmggot out of it so smoothly. "AU a woman needs," ne mentally remarked, "is to have a thins explained one wav nr an. other. Don't matter what you tell 'em, so long as it's something. It's a mighty iiKht easier than ha viug to answer a hundred ques tion, Aiaicos 'em respect a man, toj" California I'otloa Raisins;. Chicago Herald. Cotton raising In southern California has not proved as profitable as was expected, and the chief trouble seems to be Inefficient labor and its high price. Most nf the planters en gaged Chiuese to do tlie work for tbem. but one season's experience bas proved that wbiie tbe 1 nluaman demands almrwt as much for bis work as the white man, he cannot pick one-third the anouut of cotton. A num ber of nccroe are to be engaged to take to place of tbe Celestial. Among the 50,000 postmasters in the United States, t.OOO a year is the highest saUry. and S cents the lowest There are fortv- seven who receive II a year salsrv. RURAL ENGLAND". Hearty Old Fashioned Politenisj and Freah Unafleoted Country Girls. London Letter in New York Sun. Almost tbe first thing you are told when you take up your temporary residence In Blankshlre, is that your comments most be guarded and your conversation diplomatic, as all tbe families within a visiting radius of twenty miles are related to each other. And so they are, for a death puts all the country tide in mourning, while a wedding calls out universal sympathy. Along the route of tbe bridal cortege, every cottage or farm bouse bangs out its little decoration, and In the town every tradesman has his flag, bis bunch of flowers, or bis bit of bunting, for bas be not catered for tbe wants of the young couple from their christening upward! Visitors and invitations promptly flow in open tbe new comer with a hearty old-fash ioned politeness. Dinner parties are not pop ular. In the summer other gatherings are preferred; and in winter or autumn the male portion of tbe community, the men who have been shooting and bunting for seven or eight hours, refuse to don tbe tail coat aud white tie and drive ten miles for a ceremonious meal. Moreover, coachmen and grooms, bard worked by their attendance on the ex acting hunter (meaning the quadruped), turn crusty at being kept out till tbe small hours for social duties, although tbey are ever ready to turn out at 1 a. m, when it Is ue comary to ride eighteen miles to be at a moot for club buuting at 3 in the morning. The girls-the strong, fresh, boalthy, nn affected girls of Blankshire-seem to exist on lawn tennis, with an occasional trial at cricket In which mauly sport they are no mean adepts. But tennis is the inevitable, tbe universal, the all-enerossing eaiue. In front of the low, broad, many-windowed, creeper-grown bouses of the geutry, spread tbe well-kept lawns, smooth as cai-pets, soft and springy as moss, and across their green expanse are stretched as ninny nets as the accurate measurement of the courts will allow. There from morning till sunset tho balls fly, sent over by strong, supple wrist, while the air echoes to reiterations of the tennis slang. The men of all ages and de- Dominations are clad in their flannels, aud, like the girls, wear the flat India rubber soled shoe, for on no account must The ad' mirably kept turf be cut up. While tho game progresses the straugnis and tbe non players are plied with tea aud the thinnest of bread and butter. At no hour between 3 and 0 can you pay a visit in the country without the neat silver service being brought in, an I the ri'es of 5 o'clock tea complied with. Then you are shown over the bouse by tbe kind hostess. and gladden ber soul by genuine admiration of tbe rare bits of china, the quaint-carved balusters of oaken staircases, odd receaios, curious old engravings, older and more curious books in gigantic bindings and colossi type. Among these, in strange dis sonance, and yet unmistakably tho index to the keynote of courtly minds, shines the red binding of all the peerages aud volumes ded icated by Burke, Debret and others to the nobility and gentry. Some an, iu three volumes, others fat and voluminous bke a commercial directory, others only pocket editions of tbe same. Each family knows its own lineage and descent of every other. What the New Testament was to the old Cov enanters, the printed record of his ancestors is to the British landowner his vade mecum, bis guide, his fundamental dogma. Some times of two brothers one only figures in the "Landed Gentry." The other has lost his claims to appear in the "Livre d'Or," for he bas embraced trade and become a brokor or brewer. Hnaila for the Table. Paris Cor. San Francisco Chronicle, Another "delicacy" in this ixmutry is the escargots, or snails. For my part, I don't like them, and after having once screwed my courage to tbe tasting point I have ever since been wondering where was the pleasure of chewing at a little piece of gristle that bore a close resemblance to boiled sole-leather, However, the French consider the snail as an edible mollusk, and the nasty, slimy, crawling creatures are sold on the street corners just tbe same as oysters and at about tbe same prices. Tbey are served up In their shells, into which Is stuffed a com pound of butter, parsley, and sometimes garlic, and you are supplied with a sort of picker, with which to extract them. The finest come from Burgundy, but of late years a number of departments bave turned their at tention to tbe breeding and fattening of snails for the Paris market; now it is the department of Andor that ships the greatest quantity. Toward the end of summer the escargots are collected Into little inclosures, arranged In the corners of the fields and gar dens, the spot selected being cold, damp and sbady. In this comer all airta of aromatic plants are cultivated, and it is frequently vis isted to see that the snails do not stray too far away. Toward the end of autumn dry moss and leaves are scattered In the Inclosure, and when the snails have built up the opening of their shells aud gone to sleep for the winter they are gathered into boxes aud shipped to market Tlie Habit or Hurry. London Doily News. The whole of modern life, whether in the centres of pleasure or the centres of business, is dominated by tbe desire to do too much, and tlie consequent necessity of doing it with precipitation. It is a horrible habit a detri mental habit; we bad almost said a vulgar babit Tbe whole world is in a conspiracy to double, to treble the pace. And what is gained by itl Loss of temper, deterioration of manners, Injury to digestion, increase of nervous diseases these aro the natural and inevitable results of that high pressure to which we nearly all expose ourselves and subject each other. Who is made bettor by it, who wiser, who even richer! Everything is relative in this world; and if everybody gallojis nobody is better off than if every body walked. But who will consent to alter itl It would require a universal consensus: and this is not attainable. After the I'orpolsen. Exchange. A company has been organized by persons living iu Philadelphia and Cape May to catch porpoise, by means of a net invented for that special purpose, and convert them into oil, leather, and fertilizers. Those product! of the sportive porpoise are said to be par-' ticularly valuable, but hitherto the difficulty bas been to catch tbe porpoise. The new net with which the company is to make w ar is capable of accommodating ISO of them at a time. Home Additional Hisjnsj, Courier-Journal Lord Bacon's signs of short life are quick growth, fair, soft skin, soft fine hair, early corpulence, large head, short neck, small mouth, fat ear, brittle, separated teeth. The other signs are: Going into a saloon at twelve intervals a day, sitting ona railroad crossing, aud writing original poetry. A whaling company with !,000.0ii0 capital bas been started in Ban Francisco. COM MVS ISM IN RUS3U. THE OrtVEBSMENT 07 TUE "jtlB'-WHT THE XIUILlSTt HAVE LEFT THE PEAS AXTBT. Translation from Parii Figaro. Every commune, every mir is gov erned just the wov it wants to be. 1 he Iimviian mir is the perfect realization of the perfect commune dreamed of by certain occidental Socialists. The property of the commune is indivisible, and as each has alwoys more land than it is possible to cultivate, a regular con ference in held every year and a decision made as to what part of the soil shall be planted, and what products shall be cultivated. Every soul in the village is employed in the work, and after har vest the profits are equally divided. The "mir" has the privilege of banish ing lazy or worthless characters. If a crime be committed all the inhabitants are held responsible until the guilty party is found. In the uame way every member of the community is held re sponsible for the payment of taxes. Hut in practice things do not run so smoothly by any means, as the theory of the system might lead oue to snp rn. There are nlontr of lazy folk, turbulent and dangeroue characters, ambitious men; and over an incse tower the employes of the central gov ernment who rulo tyrannically and make tho peasantry pay them heavily for overlooking certain things or pro tending to ignore deficiencies. A' at. nffnr nil what lietter condition of affairs could the revolutionary party promiso to tne peasant: in reamy, nnna Tint, tlin revolutionaries did find one vulnerable spot through which the peasant brain might le reached and excited to dissatisfaction. Alexandor IT. hml D-iven a nart of the Bournorinl lands of the peasantry. The Nihilists , 1 A- 11.-1. 11. - have persuaueu tne peasants mat mo gift was given only as the first install ii lent, of a lnrcer one : that all the lands really belong to them, and are duo them; that the lords have succeeded in devising means to keep tho emperor from giving the peasant all the landed estates. Thov have thus taught tho peasant to believe that the nobility are their tifitiinil enemies. Thus have the seeds of social war been sown by tho Viliili"nf. Knt tho Nihilists have not thus been able to win the poor people to the cause of political reform. Consequently the Nihilists hava ceased their propagandism among the peasantry. They at first mode it a ilnt.v "tn en nmnnir the neonlo." as thev called it: and thev really did minglo ... . . . , Y I'JI 1 witu them, uvea witn tnem, laonuneu themselves w ith the masses. But they u'pra HAnn HiriillllHinnP'l . Tt is HOW chiefly among the educated classes, the intelligent classes, that they seek for ennvni hi and thev nmkfi a crent mnnv. It must be confessed that their journal, T i 1 !! V 1 2 ianu ana Liiuerty, is still puuusneu iu spite of all efforts to suppress it pub- liubo.1 irrnmilnrlv it. iu trim, litlfc still published in the teeth of all opposition. THE AMENDE HONORABLE. Bill Nye In Detroit Free Press. I remember an incident which oc curred last summer in my office while I was writing something scathing. A large man with an air of profound per spiration about him and a plaid flannel shirt stopped into the middle of the room and breathed in all the air I was not using. He said he would give me four minutes in which to retract, and pulled out a watch by which to ascer tain the exact time. I asked him if he wonld not allow me a minute or two to go over to the telegraph office and to wire my pnrents of my awful death. He said that I could walk out that door when I walked over his dead bodv. Then I waited a long time, till he told me my time was up, and asked me what I was waiting for. I told him I was waiting for . him to die so that I could walk over his dead body. How could I walk over a corpse until life was ex tinct? He stood and looked at me, at first in astonishment, afterward in pity. Finally tears welled np in his eyes and ploughed their way down his brown and grimy face. Then he said that I need not fear him. . "You are safe," said he.' "A youth who is so patient and cheerful as you are, one who would wait for a healthy man to die so that you could meander over his pulseless remnants, ought not to die a violent death. A soft eyed seraph like you who is no more con versant with the ways of this world thnn that, ought to be put in a glass vial of alcohol and preserved. X came np here to kill you and throw you into the rain water barrel, but now that I know what a patient disposition you have, I shudder w hen I think of the crime I was about to commit." rnrsiciL effects of color. John TV. Root In Inter-Ocean. Certain effecta of color on domestio animals (ruminants, fowls, etc.) are well known, it is only within a very few years that anything like systematic investigation has been made of color effects on men, but, as far as thev have been made, it appears that they can be recognized and rudely predetermined. in the case of certain lunatics, and other persons of deficient mental con trol, red and yellow was obviously ex citant, blue and green soothing as with those of us who are not lunatics ; while all savage tribes manifest for red and yellow, and for all brilliant and glittering things, a marked and passionate fondness. A COSTLY XESIDEXCR Millionaire Flood, of San Francis is about to begin the erection of w hat he says will be the handsomest and most cosily private residence in the United States. It will be of brown stone brought from eastern quarries, and the cost when comnleted is nsti- mated at $3,500,000, not including the value oi tne ground. A GORGEOrs A'rfjcr.v New Orleans Times-Democrat All the best needle-workers in Voir York are engaged on a gorgeous screen for the Yanderbiit mansion. It is being mode at Mr. John La Farce's sfn.ii,-, under the supervision of Mrs. Tilling host. The gold thread alone used in this embroidery cost J.TO.OOO. Sn.-b screen ai that should cover a multitude of sins. THE PRISONER'S TAJfE ro.lntnn's Slory-Teller.l t, L.i n. first ton years of Lis imprisonment without doing anything; 5 time to turn biniso f round, so tie 6 and get into the way. of , the plThen, as ho still had twenty years to eerve out, he said to himself one fine Sing that it was shameful to kad XiliIP)l that he must flad Some Occupation worthy-no o . fret man, for ho was a prisoncr-butsimply VLt$io9 year to reflecting, to weighing the different ideas winch passed through his head, and examin ing w.t should be the definitive ob ject ofTiin li'6- . 1 To train a spider That was very old.well know n ! Copy I'ellison, peugb ! flat plagiary 1 ... To count on his fingers the wrinkles on the wall What 1 that was ridicu lous and usoless amusemont; nothing worth while. - , He said to himsolf: "I must find eomething which would be at once curious, profitable Bnd gratifying to my desire for vengeance. 1 must invent a task which will make the time pass, which will produce sonio benefit and which will have tho value of a protest. A fresh vear wns spent on this dis covery, ami finall success rewarded so much" perseverance. The prisoner lived in a veritable dungeon, where the sun entered only for half an hour a day, and thon only by a thiu line like a single hair of light. The wretched pallet on which the un fortunate man rested his cramped limbs was literally nothing but a heap of dump straw. i "isow, then," he cried with enprgy, I shall 1 other my jailers and bluff the law. 1 will dry my straw!" He first of nil counted the stalks which formed his bundle. Thero were l,:.l)7. A poor bundle. He next made an experiment to find out how much time it ueoded to dry one of tiie straws. It ueoded three-quarters of un hour. This mode then, altegether, for the 1,31)7 t-traws, a sum of U80 hours and fifteen minutes; or taking it at half an hour sunlight a day 1,961 days. Assuming that the sun shone on an average, one day in three, he ar rived at a total of sixteen years, one month, oue week and six days. At the end of six months this was what remained for him to do. lie set to work then. Every time that the sun shone the prisoner held one of the straws in the ray and thns utilizod all his sunlight. The ret of the time he kept warm beneath his clothes what he had been able to dry. Ten years passed away. The prisoner had now only a third of his damp bundle to sleep on, aud had his chest stuffed with the two other thirds which had gradually been dried. Fifteen years passed. Oh I joy, only 130 stalks of damp straw left! Four hundred and eight days more and the prisoner would be finally able to stand erect, proud of his work, victor over ' society, and cry with the vengeful voice and satanio laughter of insurgents : "Ha! ha! You condemned me to damp straw in your dungeon! Then weep with rage 1 I lie on dry straw !" Alas I cruel fate was waiting in am bush for its prey I One night when the prisoner was dreaming of his future happiness, in his ecstasy he made furious gestures, knocked over his pitcher, and the water fell on. his chest. All the straw was wetted. What was to be done now ? Begin again the Sisyphus task ? Pass another fifteen years in getting bits of sun into bits of straw. , And his discouragement 1 You, the lncky ones of the world, who give up a pleasure if you have to take twenty-five steps to get it, dare you throw the first stone at him? But, you will say, he had only a year and a half to wait! And do yon reckon for nothing his wounded pride, his abortive hopes? What, this man shall have worked fif teen years in ordor to sleep on a bundle of dry straw, and then .consent to leave his prison with bits of damp straw on his hair! Neverl There is nothing be tween self-respect and lyiug down in the gutter. ' Eight days and eight nights he de bated iu anguish, struggling with de spair, trying to find a footing again in the annihilation which overwhelmed him. He ended by surrendering and con fessing himself vanquished. He had lost the battle. One evening he fell on his knees, crushed, despairing. "My Godl" he said with tears, "I ask Thy forgiveness for being without courage to-day. I have suffered for thirty years, 1 have felt my limbs decay, my skin witl er, my eyes wear away, my blood become pale, my hair and teeth fall out. I have fought against hunger, cold, solitude. I had one desire which sustained my efforts, I had one ob ject in my life. Now my desire cannot Eossiblybe satisfied. Now my object as fled forever. Now I am dishon ored. Pardon me for deserting mv post, for leaving the battle, for running away like a coward. I can no more." Then in a fit of indignation he re sumes : "No," he cried, "no, a thousand times nol It shall not be said that I have lost my life for nothing. No ; I am not conquered I No; I shall not desert! No ; I am not a coward ! No; I will not lie a minute longer on the damp straw of the dungeons I No; society shall not get the better of me I" And the prisoner died during the night, vanquished liko Brutus, grand as Cato. He had died of an heroio indigestion. He had eaten all his straw. force of Habit. Milwaukee SentincL FhotecTanhv is KmT i- ternnnethe height of clouds, but the Photographers cannot break the force of habit, and when they point their cam- vi r v ub ssy mey alwavs sav: OW. look Dleasant i.Ikk j