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,1 tiHgijOiiiiiii S'HE COLUMBIAN. S PUBLISHED XYK&Y FEIDAY AT tjENS, COLUMBIA CO., OR., BY Editor and Proprietor. THE COLUMBJ PUBLISHED KVERT FEID AT AT ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA CO., OJR E. O. ADAMS, Editor and Proprietor. Rates: A-DTKKTisixa Rates: .92 oo . 1 oo 50 Y0L. IV. ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON- AUGUST 24, 1883. NO. 3. On qaara (10 11dm) flrat intertloa..... 12 00 jcacu MiMeqaent insertion.. 1 00 THE OOLiX MfBIAN i it S ! ; d j, for y my .ceived an ap make a aocept the ... to leave Eng- a.j next. Will you .at your life's happiness to .flg?" ..uswered at my heart's dictation, eg." Then Edgar gave me to understand that he had no relations in the world, and we rejoiced mutually that we were thus completely arbiters of our own fate. No one had a right to mar our plans. Little enough time was there for preparations, but Edgar undertook to make all necessary arrangements, even to the ordering of my India outfit, which was to be ready on our arrival in IiOndon. On Saturday I said my last good-bye to my lover so soon to be my husband when he told me it wculd be impos sible to see me again until we met in church on Monday morning; bat the certainty that on Monday morning we two were to be mae one forever, caused me to think lightly of the few hour' separation. Lightly? Ah, how little did I dream of the terrible catastrophe to happen in the interim! I rose early on Monday morning long before daylight and was ready in my traveling dress when Dr. Grey called for me in his carriage. I remember leaning on his arm as I walked up the aisle of the little country church. I re member seeing, as in a dream, in the early and still misty morning light, a solitary figure standing just ontside the altar rails, next whom I took my place. The service at once commenced and pro ceeded to the close. .Doctor Grey jocularly hurried us for ward to sign cur names. Edgar wrote his and placed the pen between my fin gers. After writing my old signature for tho last time I looked up at my hus band, then stared bewildered, startled at the change I saw in him. At the first glance I scarcely recognized him, the lower part of his face being completely altered. His dark mustache, the admir ation of all the girls in Lesscar had dis appeared. A deep flush spread itself over his countenance as his eyes met mine. He bit his under lin and turned away. When the last farewells to the few kind friends who saw U3 off at Lesscar station had been spoken, and the train had started for N , an uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment crept over me on finding myself alone with Edgar. He would have taken my hand, but invol uhtarily I drew back; then, seeing his look of chagrined surprise, I suffered him to kiss me, but could not repress a slight shiver as he did so. "Why do you shrink from me,Leonie?: be asked, reproachfully. "For the silliest reason in the world when put into words," I answered, quite happy and laughing now, with a sa-lden, strange revulsion. "Only the iuan I promised to marry had a mustache, and you have none. What unreasonizg.fool ish creatures we are! But it changes your face so completely that I hardly knew you." "You are quite sure you have no other reason?" he inquired, with more earnest' neas apparently than the question seeded. HA.!!. TTFI . . vune euro, wuai other reason I conld, I have. But you hud no right to I make such a change in your appearance without my leave, lOlgai the very day of our marriage! Why. did you doit?" , I asked, playfully, all the time looking at him intently and trying to learn his lace over again, and, as it were, get used to it. "I will tell you, my darling, all about it bo me day when we are far away upon the sea. Would we were there now, he added, fervently. And I noticed that bis lips trembled nervously after he had spoken. fn less than an hoar we reached N uere we naa oareiy time to take our ats in the 10 o clock express for Lon- on. It is not possible to have a com rtment to ourselves. An old gentle l, white-headed, spectacled with the tempered looking face I ever saw, ied that which we entered. He jveloped in rugs and studying his per with the deepest attent'o i. a quick, expressive nee : of deep-set, small, b'r.Jk it appear" to notice our in- -o parliamentary de- not a oomio wondered dy, jovial whispers ' msneas Mng 'er jd his .. cowards a mischiev ottling myself over the large sading it. But husband inter jk the papor from jaid, authoritatively, the train, please; I ask l of Edgar! Was.it because I A talk to him in whispers that at to punish me? But the words .-ely spoken "Love, honor and came to my mind, and I quietly Jed. e lajnched at York. Afterward, as tood alene by the bookstall, our fel- traveler came up to me. "Choosing a novel, my dear?" he asked, in the fatherly way that old men sometimes adopt even to a stranger, and and which somehow one rather likes to hear. "Take my advice don't. Look here," he added, pointing with his walk ing stick to a conspicuous white placard where large black letters announced the latest news, "save the money you were about to spend on a novel and bay a penny paper instead. Can any novel hold out such promises as that? Wy, that alone;" he went on, arresting his stick at the words "Horrible , Discovery. A lady supposed to have been murdered in a railway carriage. The murderer at large that alone is sufficient sensation for a whole journey. A three volume romance lies hidden under those few works. But the troth will out. Sooner or latter the British public will know all about it. Did you ever read De Qnincy's 'Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts?'" Thereupon the old man settled him self into his corner to sleep, a placid smile upon his good-natured face, and when I was sure of being unobserved I crept closer to Edgar and slipped my hand in his. "I wish we were at our journey's end. I wish we were far, far upon the sea!" I whispered, hoping thus to soothe him. "How fervently I wish it God only knows!" he answered in the same low tones, drawing me closer to him, and I trembled as I looked up into his anxious face. Suddenly a terrible, scarcely de fined fear assailed me. "Edgar," I whispered, "you are not surely afraid that anything will will part us now!" "Would you allow anything to part us, Leonie," he inquired sadly. "No power on earth!" I answered. And though he did not speak I knew that he believed me. At about 4:45 the train thundered into the railway station at King's Cross. The afternoondhad been unusually dark and gloomy. A dense fog was setting in. The lamps were lighted. Our fellow traveler, rousing from his long slumber, collected his papers and placed them in his traveling-bag. As he closed the lid he took hold of a label at tached and turned it over, thus exposing the address. Without the least desire to do so, I could not help soeiug what was written. It was this: "Septimus Good eringham, Charing Cross Hotel." The hotel we were going to ourselves. He threw his rug over "his arm, took up his bag, then looking round at us, raised his hat and smiled. The next moment he was lost in the crowd. "Any luggage, sir?" asked a porter, as Edgar helped me out of the carriage. "Yes. Darling, stay here a moment while I go and see to it." So saying, my husband went off with the porter toward the luggage-van, and I was left standing under the full flare of a gas lamp alone. j The moments lengthened into min utes, and with every minute the crowd grew less. Cab after cab, olose by where I stood, laden with boxes, drove off in turn. After what appeared an age, at length I saw three persons Coming to ward me. The middle one was Edgr. Plainly enough I couid see thrao f ces in the gaslight. My husband's was 'pale and drawn, and as I came; quite near I noticed a nervous switching of the lips, though, in spite "of it, he tried to smile. "Darling," ho said, with an unsteady voice, but quite loud enough to reach his companions, "darling, I cannot go with you. This this person," indi cating some one of the men "will ac company yon to the Charing Cross hotel, where I telegraphed for rooms this morning. In an hour or two I hops to jcin you. You may be sure the business must be imperative that takes me from you." "O Edgar! "Business aow?" "Don't make it harder for me, Leo nie?" And the sorrowful, pleading tone awed me instantly into silent acquies cence. The two men must have heard each word, but both kept their, eyes averted, and the peculiar stolidity on the coun tenance of the one seemed to reflect it self on that of the other. : With a silent hand clasp El gar and I parted, and I was driven off in a cab as fast as the crowded state of the London streets per mitted. J HI .a I vu reacning unaring uross hotel, the man Edgar had sent with ma on tho box only waited to see the luggage in and to know the number of the apartments ai lotted to me I saw him enter it in bis uocketbook and then, without a word to me, be departed. I was shown into a handsome suite o rooms on the first floor. Numerous can dies lighted up the pretty sitting-room, a briaht fire burned in the grate, near which was a small round dining table laden with fruit and flowers, and covers laid for two. The quantity of lovely flowers made the air heavy with perfume. A little later on, emerging irom tne bedroom, I found a waiter removing one of the covers. He inquired if he should serve dinner then. Not until my hus band came. I told him. "Pardon, niadnm, he said deferen tially, "but the dinner was ordered at this hour, and the person who saw to the luggage said it was the gentleman's wish he should not be waited for. 'I cannot dine alone, was my only answer, witn Uimculty cnosing Dace a sob. and when the man had left the room I shed tears at the forlornness of my position a husbandless bride! Restless and feverish, I alternately paced the rooms or stood listening for the slightest sound that might herald my husband's coming. Allet once my glance fell on a heap of newspapers lying on a side table, and the sight of them recalled an incident of oar journey. What I wanted was easy enough to find! It oc cupied a conspicuous place in the first paper I took up. When the last train reached London from the north on Saturday night a lady was discovered in a first class carriage dead. On examining the compartment there seemed abundant evidence of a struggle having taken place. A doctor a surgeon from one of the London hos pitals, whose name for certain reasons I withhold gave it as his opinion tha death had been caused by strangulation. That robbery had been the incentive to the terrible crime seemed only too ap parent from the fact that some sover eigns and silver were scattered on the floor, also that a broken watch chain hung from the lady's pocket, whence the watch appeared to be violently wrenched. There was no clue to the unfortunate lady's identity. Her ap pearance and dress were both minutely described. The latest accounts stated that the police believed them selves on the right track of the dastard ly perpetrators of the crime. How was it, although I read this so attentively, and can even now recall every word, it yet failed at the time to produce the effect I coveted? It was powerless to make me forget even for a moment my own forlorn position a deserted bride. When I had finished reading I looked at the time piece. It was nearly tea o'clock. At this moment a man was ushered in by the waiter. I recognized him at once as the same who had come on the cab from the station. The newspaper was still lying spread out before me. Besting my hands upon it I looked at the intruder. "Do you come from Mr. Harrington?" I asked. "I do, ma'am." "You have brought me a message?" I said, inquiringly. "A note." So saying he strode forward and laid a folded slip of paper before me. A small key fell from it as I opened it. These words were scrawled in pencil: "Dearest Enclosed is key to my portmanteau. The bearer has my in structions. E. H." "I'm here to open the gentleman's portmanteau, ma'am, and the sooner you I show it to me the quicker things will ' get done." "But we have not been out of En gland," some vague old memories of custom-house duties flitting through my mind. "The portmanteau is in there," I added; for, after all, had I not proof this man wa3 sent by Ldgar? . Scarcely had I spoken when be dragged the portmanteau in from the adjoining bedroom and commenced a most careful examination of its contents. How it chafed me to see those coarse, rough hands turning over my husband's things things which to me, his wife, would have been sacred ! Was Edgar compelled by the business which had called him away to stay all night? This interpretation of the affair occurred to me at seeing two or three articles of dress after undergoing a strangely close Lcrutiny placed on one side. Something fell from the waist coat pocket as the man was folding it. He picked it up, looked at it eagerly, and there burst from him a sudden, un controllable cry of surprise. "What is that?" "Nothing," he answered awkward y, and thrust it into his own pooket. "I insist on you showing me what you haye got there. It belongs to my hus band, and not to you, I conclude. Show it instantly," I said, for I felt sure that this man was exceeding his prerog ative. "If you insist, of course I will. But my dear lady, I'll take upon me to say that your husband would rather I did not." "I order you." Somewhat reluctantly, it seemed, he drew out his hand, opened it, and showed me a watch a small gold watch. On the back was a monogram in brilliants. To the swivel hung about an inch of broken chain. Only a watch an inch of broken chain. From the pretty jeweled toy I looked into the face of the man. My eyes were opened then, and I knew him to be a po liceman. . For the moment I was a mur deress myself in thought, wishing I oould kill him where he stood. "And he Mr. Harrington my hus band is accused of ?" I gasped then paused. . "Of murder. It's an ugly word, but you would have it, ma'am. The gentle .man said as how you knew nothing and needn't know till morning." "But he is innocent," I cried in agony. "He oould not do this thing never never! "Oh! If you can prove an alibi, he's safe enough," returned the man in tones that expressed more than doubt. Alas! I had not seen Edgar from part ing with him on Saturday afternoon until that Monday morning. What vat there I oould do or say to help him? "But where is he? Surely they will accept bail?" "Bail? evidence against him far too strong for that," he answered, looking with exultant satisfaction at the bundle of olothes he held in his arms. "Ac cused is at the police station, where he'll stay right enough till morning Can't waste no more time here. Good night, ma'am." Summoning the waiter, I said to him 'as collectedly as I could : "There is an old gentleman here, called Uoodenng- bam Mr. Septimus Gooderingham. wish to see him immediately. Find me this number and this is yours." So say ing I laid a golden bribe upon the table. The waiter was not long in earning his reward. I heard the handle turn, and Mr. Goodermgham came in. "My hus- bandihas been arrested charged with that dreadful crime you were reading of. He wa3 innocent I know that he was innocent. We were only married this morning. Mr. Gooderingbam. some thing tells me you can save him." Mr. Gooderingham sat for some mo ments silent, lost in thought. Presently he asked : "By the bye, you said there was a diamond monogram upon the watch?" "Yes. The letters were quite plain they were M. G. If I had suddenly accused him of the murder he could hardly haye started more visibly. "What? he cried, bending for ward and grasping spasmodically both arms of his chair: "Not 11. G. in Koman letters, on a dark blue ground? r. Don't tell me that. Don't, don't." u But it is the truth, Mr. Goodering ham. You have described the watch ex actly. These two letters stood out quite clearly on a ground of dark enamel. But you have discovered a clew! Tell me for pity sake, tell me " He jumped up, seized his hat, and was rushing from the room. Vainly I sought to bar his passage. "useless to aetain me. j. can c explain. In the morning I will tell you all I know. It may be all a mistake, bat dear! it's coming perilously near borne." With these enigmatical words be left me and Hurried down tne stairs, men slowly and sadly I sought my room, where, sitting down beside the window. I kept my lonely vigil. When midnight struck I knew my wedding day was ended. Some time after noon a commission aire brought me a tiny, twisted note. It contained these words, written in pencil, hurriedly, in Edgar's . hand : "All is well. In an hour or less 1 snail be with you. lut the reaction was too mucn. I flung myself upon the bed and sobbed aloud. A short half hour owe and I was in Edgar's arms, laughing and crying al ternately at the ftrange joy of it, and in my newly-found happiness, forgetting to inquire, and scarce caring to know, how it had come about. But after a little time I knew, and, as brifly as possible, I will relate it here. When Edgar reached N , after parting with me on Saturday afternoon, he found a telegram awaiting him from the firm of engineers who had given him the Indian appointment. It is stated that the head of the firm was obliged, unexpectedly, to start for Paris next day, and desired Edgar, if possible, to meet him in London first to receive his final instructions. There was just time to save the 4 o'clock express to town, and Edgar left by it, judging it best not to inform me of his sudden and unex pected departure. He traveled alone from York to Peterborough. At the last named station, when, after a few minutes' delay the train wan on the point of starting, a young lady,"ap parently in a state of oonsidreable ex citement, ran along the platform and pushing past the guard, who was about to close the door, jumped into the car riage beside my husband. They had proceeded some distance before she had sufficiently recovered breath to speak. but at last, in gasps, she made him un derstand that she had no ticket and no money; that she had run away from some great danger, and if he would have pity on her and furnish her with sufficient funds to pursue her journey she would give him the address of her uncle, by whom he would be repaid. Her strange, excited manner alarmed my husband. Hoping to calm her he handed her his purse, tequesting her to take what money she required. He saw hei help herself to gold and silver. Then, with the money and purse still in her hand, she took out her watch and tried apparently to detach it from tho chain. Too impatient to effect this properly, she tore it off by sheer force, breaking at the same time the slender, plain chain of Indian gold to which it was fastened. Then, placiag the watch, together with the purse, in Edgar's hand, she said: "Take that to Uncle Septimus; he will reoognize it and will repay yoa. I par ticularly want him to have the watch. His address" She never spoke again, but, with a stifled cry, fell on the floor of the car riage, struggling and writhing in mortal agony. Edgar, guessing this to be either some paroxysm of madness or some sort of fit, grappled with' her with all his might, but his utmost natural strength was slight compared with that of frenzy. How long the dreadful struggle lasted he could not guess. In vain he at tempted to signal to the guard to stop the train: his hands were too closely oc cupied in holding the unfortunate girl down upon the floor. At last she lay qnte still, but when thus enabled to re lax his hold, life had fled. He raised her. placed her on the seat, and then the awkwardness of bis own position oocured to him for the- first time. The fact of a lady being found dead in the train would necessitate an inquiry. and he. Edgar, as the only person cog nizant of the circumstances of her death, would be required to attend such in auirv. This would inevitably cause de lay.and delay to Edgar at this particular iuncture of his life meant certain ruin to all his prospects, the one stipulation re garding his Indian appointment being that he must start on Wednesday with out fail. This last thought decided him. He determined that, voluntarily, he would nay nothing of the terrible tragedy he had witnessed. He entirely forgot the watch which, in his haste to render assistance to tho poor girl, he bad thrust hurriedly in.to his pocket. He had forgot tte money which had fallen to the ground when she was first seized; but with a sad feeling at his heart and aeon science that all the time upbraided him sorely, he removed, as far as be was able, the traces of the encounter from his clothes and person. The instant the train reached King s Cross, at twenty minutes to eleven, he gave up his ticket and was out of the station probably before many of the passengers had even, left their car riages. I He next went .into a restaurant, and there the idea occurred to 'him that the removal of bis moustache . might aid in frustrating any attempt to identify him as the traveling companion of ''the un fortunate girl. The interview with his employer was accomplished satisfac torily, and be left London again for the north by the 1:42 train on Sunday morn ing. ! Having made the return journey with out iecognition, he hoped all would now be well. It was not until he saw the newspaper account of the affair on his way to Leascar on Monday morning that he realized the horror of the situ ation, and then, when too1 late, deeply regretted the part he had taken. There appeared nothing for it now but to let . events take their natural course. There was still the chance he might be-able to leave England without discovery. He would risk that chance; and, if fate favored him, he would write a detailed account of the whole sad story and send it to the newspapers. Fate did not favor him. He was seen and recog nized at Peterborough, and a telegram to Scotland Yard caused two detectives in plain clothes to be in waiting at King's Cross. . When told of the charge laid against him, Edgar contented himself with sim ply asserting his innocence, and pro fessed his entire readiness to go to- -police station and explain everything be fore the proper authorities. Nowfor tbe part Mr. Gooderingham played -in the affair. Late as it was when be left me he managed to gain access to the room where the body of the poor girl laf and at once identified it as that i f his niece and only living relation. She had been subject to epileptic fits since child hood, and owing to their increased se verity had been placed by her uncle, within the last few months, under the oare of a doctor in Huntingdonshire, who gave particular attention to such cases. Daring his temporary absence and by means which need not be de tailed here, she managed io escape from the custody of those who had charge of her. i'Aiid now," said Edgar, when he had told me this, "thanks solely, I . believe, to the wonderful cbacce that threw Mr. Septimus Gooderingham across our path, my character is not only com pletely cleared from the horrible charge. dus wnat i nai scarcely aareu to nope, we can sail lor Lndia on Wednesday without let or hindrance." Ah, well, we are happy now. But I may safely say that never in all our lives to come shall we commemorate with any thing like rejoicing, the anniversary of our terrible wedding-day. An Anecdote of Longfellow; Bev. James B. Kenycn describes in the Syracuse Chistian Advocate a visit-to Boston in J une, lool, and tells how he spent one morning in attendance to cer tain publishing interests in the oity, and met "Aldrich, the present editor of the Atlantic, a dapper little man, with waxen moustaohe and a nervous, open, genial manner," and in- the afternoon went to Cambridge "to that' pleasant, old-fashioned country seat where Longfellow passed so many melodious years of his life." In the course of the narrative oc curs the following. " Longfellow's cour tesy was the outgrowth of his nature. A simpler, nobler bearing I have never known. There was no labored polite ness, no straining at mere etiquette, bat you felt at once mat you were in tne presence ef a gentleman one of nature s rare and finished spirits. I shall never forgot the exquisite grace with which he proferred B. and myself a cigarette (un doubtedly a costly kind), and my only regret has been that we did not have an equal grace to accept it; even though we . . . i , 1 1 i naa not usea it mere we migut uave re quested to keep the tiny gift as a memo rial of that day an l or the artless and beautiful courtesy which prompted it. The pot that day furnished us with sev . . - i i erai humorous instances oi visits wniou he had received from various persons at various times. Some of these anecdotes I have already seen in print, all of them varying more or less from Mr. Long fellow's own relation of them. One especially has entirely lost its point, as I have seen it printed. As tbe poet re lated it to us, it ran as follows: One day knock was heard at the door, wnen Mr. Longfellow answered In person. The poet at once recognized his visitor, both by his accent and dress, as a Western rustic. As his custom was, Mr. Long fellow invited the man to step in. Once fairly in the house, the fellow gazed enriously around, and at last said : Is this the house that Ueorge Washington once occupied?' Mr. Longfellow an swered: It is.' ' Well, by the way, said tha rustic, 'might I ask who the party is that occupies it at present?' Certainly, replied tne poet, my name is Longfellow. ' Longfeller, Longfeller, drawled the sinew of tho West,' you don't mean Henrv W- Longfellow? That is mv name.' answered the poet. ' Well. I vum. said the rustic. that beats me : why. I thought that Henry W. Longfellow died before Washington was born!'" A Catfibh Causes Tboublk. For several days the Bock Island water works have been practically useless. The authorities telegraphed to Ira Holly, and he having concluded an examma tion made a special report to the oity council. He found that the pumps were working with power that should produce 27,000,000 gallons per day, hut that the city was only getting about U.UUU.UUU srallons. Taking the pumps apart he found in them a oatfim three feet nine inches long and weighing fifty pounds. Upon removing the fish, whioh had to be done in sections, the pumps worked all right. A tailor's Star. goose the dude. Boston A Peculiar Divorce Salt. David Holtz, in an action in the Court of Common Pleas, is seeking to have his marriage with Pauline Moses annulled. In his complaint be says that ha became engaged to Miss Moses on the 1st of April last. At that time she and her relations represented to him, he being a foreigner,' that it was necessary under the laws of this . state that the marriage should bo performed by some official at the city hall. He objeoted to this sort of proceeding, as he desired to consult his mother, and also become better ac quainted with Miss Moses. He was told, however, that the cere mony would not be binding upon them. and that an actual marriage would take place afteward by a Rabbi. He was in duced toconsant to the marriage at the city ball, which was performed by one of the aldermen, and on the 15th of April another ceremony was performed by the Hebrew minister. On the mornincr of April lGtb, he declares that his wife became insane, and that some time after ward she was taken to the Black well's Island insane asylum. Mr. liolfz charges upon information and belief, that his wife has been a luna tic for some years, and that she has been confined in an asylum several times'. He says, moreover, that occasionally she has lucid intervals of from five days to twelye months, and while in this condi tion appears to be perfectly sane. He declares that she was aware that she was insane, and that she was led to' believe that if she got married she could be cured. Mr. Holtz charges that her rela tives kept from him the fact that Miss Moses was insane, that they wanted him to marry her, and that the marriage oc curred while she was in a sane condition. He declares that sinea he ascertained that she was insane he has not lived with her, and he asks that the marriage shall be annulled. The case was before Judge J. F. Daly yesterday in the court of common pleas. 1 n i j , . oeversi amasvus were presented snow ing that Mrs. Holtz was in no condition to be served with the summons. Morris J. Friedlander.plaintifTs counsel, assert ed that Dr. Thomas M. Franklin, tha physician at the asylum, asserted that Mrs. Holtz was in no condition to be served with the papers, and he refused to allow her to be served. Tbe papers were placed in the hands of the sheriff, who also failed to serve them. An affi davit made by the plaintiff himself stated that he had never seen the girl's father, but he believes that he is a lnntio and has been for ten years. Judge Daly di rected that the summons in the -suit should be served personally upon Mrs. Holtz, Dr. Franklin and Mrs. Annie Moses, the girl's mother. Uarrlsoa life. Reveille roll-call is sounded at sunrise. Then all the enlisted men of the garrison form in front of their respective company quarters or barrack buildings and answer to their names, whioh are called by- the first sergeant. The first sergeant reports the result of the roll call to his company officer, who in turn, reports it to the offi cer of the day, who, standing in the cen ter of the parade ground, receives the reports, which he in turn hands over to the commanding officer later on, during office boars. Directly after reveille the men have stables and then breakfast. 6 a. m. goes sick call, when the lame. the halt and the blind not already in the hospital, and who are in need of medical attendance, report to the surgeon in charge and have their ills attended to. At 7 o clock a. if. fatigue call is sounded, and tLe different working parties are assigned to the several duties. and at 8 o'clock is heard the first call for guard mount. This is a beautiful cere mony, and in reality inaugurates the new military day. as an entire chancre of the guard. details is made, the new men marching on duty and relieving the old guard of its 24 hours of watching. After the mount there is a drill for two hours. All the officers and all ths men who are not on duty at this time attend the drill. The pi'vate soldiers are instructed in the manual of arms, tactical movements and the general use of the service rifle. Recall from all duty is announced on the bugle at 11 o'clock, and the men rest themselves until 1 o'clock, when fatigue call is again heard and work resumed. Recall is given at 4 o'clock, and supper soon after. Precisely at sundown is heard the first call for retreat and 10 minutes later the assembly. The men again fall in ranks to answer to their names, and an undress parade is gone through with. Sometimes this is varied by dress parade, wh'ch is one of the fin est ceremonies known to the military ser vice. Tattoo is beaten at 9 o'clock p. m., when all must be present once more to answer'to their names, and fifteen min utes later the sound of the "taps" is heard, all lights are extinguished and sleep becomes the business of the hour. This ends the routine' of duty for the enlisted men. Japanese Cremation. A Japanese cremation costs about $1. One shilling's worth of fuel is the average consumption required for each body. Granite supports are laid in pairs along the earthen floor, and on these the coffin-cbests are placed at 8 p. m., when the well-dried faggots beneath are k' idled. The fires are replenished from time to time, and at 6 ic. the man in charge goes round the building, and from eaoh hearth oollects and stores in a separate urn the handful of ashes whioh alone remains. Some wealthy families secure the services of Buddhist priests to watch all night beside these funeral pyres, but this is considered quite a work of supererogation. After tbe religious service in the house the further attendance of the priests is optional; but in many cases they return on the mor row to officiate at the interment of the ashes. Mr.Musset says in a recent paper upon the influence of tbe moon upon thedirec sion of the plant growth: "Plants of phototropio sensibility were grown from seeds in pots in a very dark plae; then on three nights exposed at a window to direot moonlight, the stems bent over towards the moon and followed it In its oourso. ALL SORTS. A good man The man who is goo l to me. "There's plenty of room at tha top," is very true of dudes. . One of the best stops to a hand-organ is a pewter dime. x Truth calls her "that seductive sallim- baoque, Sarah Bernhardt." - Geuaral Ord's widow, son and two daughters are in Washington. Modjeska is making a study of tha Mexicans and Indians in Santa Fe, xna up-town streets have the apraar- anoe of not having been cleaned for years. . No matter how bad a tew per pne may have, he should never lose it. ' "Died of scrawfully," was the brief wording of a Michigan dootor's oertifi cats. Miss Emma Nevada, the singer, is seek ing reoreation by a horseback trip through Bohemia. Mr. Sargent, the American Minister to Germany, will 'return home some time daring September. J. Armory Knox, the fanny man and duelist of the Texas Siftings. was once a dry goods clerk in Augusta. - Mahone claims the oredit for having increased the number of fre aohooLi in Virginia from 2,000 to C.000. Tbe general understanding is thit a patient is not out of danger until the doctor has been discharged. 1 Bo long as base ball reports contiuue to eome regularly, nobody will believe that the telegraph company is embar rassed. The difference of forty years between the ages of a Miohigan bride and bride groom was against the woman, who was seventy-two. The Portland Advertiser thinks Dor- sey declined the oner or the Interior portfolio because the Star-route port folio paid better. It is a Chicago scientist s prediction that if pointed shoes remain in use hu man toes will eventually be obliterated among civilized people. Gail Hamilton (Miss Abigail Dodge) 4s described as a plain, brown-eyed lady of tbe most unpretending type. Robert L. Ream, father of Tinnie Ream Hoxie, the sculptor, has been ap- fointed special agent of the geteral and office. Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps is living almost tbe life of a recluse at West Gloucester, Mass., and working diligent ly at a new story. There arc many decent and espcUb!o people who will regret to learn that Mrs. Langtry will return to this country next fall and visit San Francisco. . Crushed banana is a new oolor. If it is the color of the stars a man sees after he has accidentally crushed a banana with his feet the tint must be very brilliant. DEFASTKD. Tom Thumb la rone and Langtrr'a aailed! O wofal, Mdful dlmlnaailouJ Let Time weJl mark tba day r walled . For Lily and the Lilliputian. Charles G. Reynolds, tbe bookkeeper in the office of the Boston City Treasurer, has held his position for more than forty years, lie is now eighty two years of age. It is the old story in the "Salvation Army," the money and glory mostly stays with the generals and colonels, while the privates get barely enough to live on. A telegraph operator confined in the penitentiary at Leavenworth has sont a message to the manager of the strike, asking for the signal. Ha says he wants to "go out." The city marshal of Dodge City, Kan., will be a candidate for re-election, and bases his claim upon the fact that he has killed a cowboy at a distanee of t'iree hundred yards. The Saturday Review says "tLe pe)pl of Great Britain eat too much. One a One wouldn't suppose so from the appear ance oi some specimens reoentlv sent over to this country. A Boston school girl cannot bo made to speak of overalls. She prefers to oall them superomnes. Now let some of those wild Western sheets again sneer at ' our culture, if they dare. They thought they heard burglars in the house last week; and in going down " stairs to investigate Bibbs said to bis wife: "You go first; it's a mean man who would shoot a woman," The new preacher, who made such a wonderfully favorable impression on a Boston audience, on the occasion of his trial sermon, said: "The children of Israel were repeatedly on the point of manumission, but rt tha last moment the Lord afflicted Pharaoh with auricular ossification." A Washington county man has, after a long searoh, found the cradle in which he was rocked when a baby, also the oradlo with whioh he cut his first dozen of wheat. He has the switch with whioh he was first whipped for going fishing on Sunday; also the switch his wife wore when ha first met her. "Do you ever have a sort of laasitadal feeling just after dinner ,a kind of creep ing tiredness all over, and a desire to sit down and rest for a year or two?" asked the man on the soap box. "Well; yes," said the man on the mackerel barrel, "only the feelinir comes oyer me earlier -in the day. It strikes me just after breakfast.'1 ,. yj Seasickness is the result of reflex irritations arising from little surprises to the muscles, and shocks to the nerves engaged in performing certain important functions notably of locomotion, respiration and vision and when ths groups of muscles thus engaged are once educated to the surrounding cir enmatances, the 4?rvons revulsions are not experienced. Madame Hurtelle, a lady of position in Paris, has been arrested for drunken ness. In defense she said she had read that the surest way of preserving furs from the ravages of moths was to store them away in an empty spirit cask. She accordingly purchased one and confided to it her cloak. The weather being chilly, she required the garment, and the alcoholic fumes produced intoxica tion. She was acquitted.
