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THK MOITO OF A WED&INQ KINO.
" A lover gare the go.ilvn ring
lulu tue guldami'li's hand.
''Give tut-." he Mid. a umler thought
WUhiu tbia sjotdeu band."
The goldsmith grarod.
With careful rt,
' "llil LVatn ua ran."
The wedding bells raiR clearly oat.
The husband ld ' Uh, wife,
loxether we shall thare the grief.
The happiness of life,
J give to thee
My baud, niy heart,
Till beath u part."
Twaa ahe that lifted now thla hand
(U love that this should b !
Taen on it placed the goldeu baud.
And whispered euderly:
"iiil Death ua jotu,
Lo, thou art mine.
And 1 amthlue."
"And when Death join, we never more
Shall kuow an acntiig heart:
The bridal of that better love
iieath has no power to part.
That troth will be
Kor thee aud me.
Eternity."
Ho up the bill and down the bill
1 bruugh fifty changing year
They shared each olhwr's Uavplna.
'I hey dried earn other's tears.
AlaM Alat.1
1 hat Death's cold dart
fcucti love can pari!
But oue sad day she stood alone
Htfcide his narrow bud ;
bbe drew the ring from off her hand.
And to the Koldsmiiu sxid:
"Ub. ui an . who graved
With cat etui art.
Till laui us parll"
"Now grave four other words for nit;
Mill iitraih us Joiu.' " He took
The prei'ioua KOiUeu baud once more,
With toleinu, wi&itul look.
Aud wrought with care.
For love, not coin.
"Till Death us join."
MY ISHEBITAJiCE.
When my worthy uncle, Christian
Haas, Burgomaster of JLttuterbach, died,
I was already chapel-master to the grand
Duke Yeri-Peter, and I had fifteen hun
dred florins fixed, which did not prevent
xue, as the saying is, from pulling the
devil by the tail.
"Uncle ChristiaD, who knew my position
very well, had Deverseot me a krentzer,
so I conld not help shedding some tears
when I heard of his post-humous gener
osity. I inherited from him, helas! two
hundred and lifty acres of good land,
vineyards, orchards,"" a corner of forest,
and his big house in Lauterbach.
"Dear uncle," I exclaimed with enio
tjon, "now I see the full depth of your
wisdom, and I glorify you for having
tightened your purse-strings. The
money you would have sent me where
would it be? It would be in the hands of
the Philistines and Moabites. Little
Kate Fresserine alone could give news of
it, while, as it is, you have saved it
all."
After expressing these well felt senti
ments, and many others not less touch
ing, I started on horseback for Lauter
bach. Strange thing!. The demon of avarice
with whom I hail never had the least ac
quaintance, then well nigh rendered
himself master of my soul. "Kasper,"
he whispered in my ear, "here you are,
rich. Until now you have been pursu
ing vain fantasms Love, Pleasure, Art.
All is smoke. One must be very silly to
care for glory. There is nothing solid
except land, houses, dollars loaned on
first mortgage. Give up your illusions,
dig your trenches further, enlarge your
fields, amass your dollars and you will
be honored, respected. You will become
burgomaster, like your uncle, and the
peasant, in seeing you pass, will take his
hat a mile off, saying, 'There goes Mr.
Rasper Haas, a rich man, the biggest
herr in the country!' "
These ideas were coming and going
through my head like personages'" in
magic lantern, ana X lound tney Lad a
crave, reasonable air, which was se
ductive. This was in the middle of July;
the lark was singing its endless arietta,
the harvest was waving on the plain, the
wirm breeze was bringing m the volupt l
ous . dry of the quail and partridge
through tho wheat, the foliage was
shining in the nn, the Lauter was mur
muring in the bhade of the great worm
eaten willows, and I saw, I heard noth
ing of all that; I wanted to be burgo
master, I was rounding out my stomach,
inflating mv cheeks and murmuring to
mvself: "Here is Mr. Kasper Haas pass
ing; the rich man; the biggest herr in
the country! Hue! Uletz! Hue!
And my little mare was galloping.
I was curious to try the three-cornered
-hat and big scarlet waiBtooat of Master
Christian.
"H they fit me," said I to myself,
"why should I buy any?"
Toward four o'clock in the afternoon
the little village of Lauterbach was dis
enable at the bottom of the valley, and
it was not without emotion that my eyes
rested on the large, fine house of Chris
tian Haas, my heme, the center of my
future activity and my property. I was
admiring its picturesque location on the
main, dusty road, the immense roof of
greyish shingles, the sheds covering the
wagons, the plows, and the harvests;
behind tho poultry yard, then the gar
den, the orchard, the vines half way up
the hill; the prairies in thd distance. I
trembled with joy at this spectacle.
And as I was, going down the main
street in the village, men, women and
children were saluting me.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Kasper. Bon
jour, Monsieur Haas."
And all the small windows were lined
with wondering faces. I am at home al
ready. It seems as if I had always been
the proprietor, one of the notables of
Lauterbach. My life as chapel master
is only a dream, my enthusiasm for
music only a youthful folly. How money
does modify a man's ideas 1
However, I halt at the notary's door.
He holds the titles to my property and is
to hand them over to me. I "tie my
horse at the post, 1 jump on tho porch,
and the old scribe, his bald head un
covered, his lank limbs wrapped in a
dressing gown of green stuff, with big
flowers and vines all over it, advances to
receive me.
"Monsieur Kasper Haas, I have the
honor to salute you."
"Your servant. Monsieur Becker."
"Have the goodness to come in, Mons.
Haas."
"After you, Mons. Becker, after you."
We crossed the vestibule, and I per
ceived at the end of a neat, airy little
room, a table appelizi'ngly set, and near
the table a fresh-looking, graceful, rosy
cheeked girl.
"Monsieur Kasper HaasrMsaid the ven
trable tabellion.
I bowed.
"My daughter Lothe," added thegocd
man.
And while I felt my old artistic taste
revive, admired the little pink nose, the
rosy lips, the big blue eyes of Madamoi
selle Lothe, her light form, her dimpled
hands, Master Becker invited me to a
seat at the table, saying that my arrival
had been anticipated, and thrvt before
plunging into serious matters it would
be well to take some refreshments and a
glass of Bordeaux, etc., all of which I
appreciated and gladly accepted.
We seated ourselves. . We ohatted on
the beauties of nature. I mentally re
flected on the old papa, what a notary
might earn in Lauterbach.
"MademoiBellu, may I serve you a
wing of this chicken?"
"You are very kind, monsieur, if you
please."
Lothe cast her eyes down. I filled her
glass. She touched it with her rosy lips.
The papa was joyous. He talked of hunt
ing, fishing
"Of course, Monsieur Haas, you will
adopt the customs of the country. We
have plenty of game, and the streams are
full of trout. You might purchase the
right to hunt from the administrator of
the forests. Evenings can be passed very
pleasantly at the brewery. The forest
and water inspector is a charming young
man. The justice of the peace is a
superior whist player."
I listened, and thought that such a
calm, peaceful life must be delightful.
Mademoiselle Lothe looked very nice.
She did not talk much, but her smile
was so kind and artless that I thought
she must surely be gentle and affection
ate. Finally the coffee was served; the
kirsch-wasser. Miss Lothe withdraws
and the old soribe passes insensibly from
trifles to serious affairs. He talked of
my uncle's estates, and I gave an atten
tive ear. No testament, no bequest, no
mortgages; all is clear, straight and in
order.
"Lucky Kasper!" said I to myself,
"happy Kasper!"
Then we stepped in tue notary's office
to examine the titles. The close air, the
desks and pigeon holes soon dissipated
all fantasies of love. I seated myself in
an armchair and Mons. Becker pensively
adjusted his spectacles.
"Here is the title to your meadows of
Eichnalt. You have there, Monsieur
Haas, a hundred acres of land the finest
and best irrigated in the district that is
a revenue of four thousand francs. This
is the title to your vineyard in Sonne
thai thirty-five acres of vines. You can
make two hundred hectolitres of wine
every year. This, Monsieur Haas, is the
title to forest land m Momelstein ; this
represents your property in Haeniatt;
this your pasture land in Thiefenthal.
Here are your deeds to the Orunerwald
farm, and here is the one to your house
in Lauterbach. This house, the largest
in the village, dates from the XVI. oen
tury." "The devil!" Master Becker, that
proves nothing in its favor."
"On the contrary, John Burehart,
Count of Barth, had established his hunt
ing residence there. It is true that a
great many generations have succeeded
each other since, but necessary repairs
have not been neglected, and it is now
in a perfect state of preservation."
I thanked Mons. Becker for his ex
planations, and, having placed my pa
pers in a voluminous portfolio which the
notary lent me, I took leave of him,
more convinced than ever of my own im
portance. I reached my house, put the
key in the lock, and, striking the sill
with my foot, I exclaimed with enthusi
asm, "This is mine!"
I went through the rooms, opened the
olotheB-presses, and seeing tho linen
piled up to tue ceiling, I repeated, "This
is mine." I ascended to the second
story, still repeating like a lunatic,
"This is mine! This is mine! Yes, yes,
I am a proprietor." All my anxiety for
the future had vanished; ail my appre
hensions for the morrow were dissipated.
I should no longer figure in the world
by my feeble conventional merit, by a
caprice of fashion; but by the real, ef
fective possession of wealth, which all
the world covets.
O, poets! O, artists! What are you
in comparison to that big proprietor who
possesses all, aud whose crumbs nourish
your inspiration? .You are only the or
nament of his banquet, the pastime of his
idle hour, the bird warbling in his
bushes, the statue which decorates his
garden. You exist only by him and for
him. Why should he envy you the
smoke of pride, of vanity; be who pos
sesses the only realities of this world.
At that moment, if the poor Chapel-master
Haas had appeared to me, I should
have glanced at him over my shoulder.
I should have asked myself, "Who is
that lunatic? What has hu in common
with me?"
I opened the window. It was Dearly
night. The setting sun was gilding my
orchard and vines. At the top of the
hill a few white stones indicated the
cemetery. I turned round. A vast
got u 10 room ornamented with massive
mouldings, met my eyes. lwas in the
hunting pavilion of Seigneur Bnckhart.
A spinet occupied the spacebetween two
windows. I abstractedly xan my finger
over it. The relaxed keys ran into each
other and gave forth a strange nasal
sound, in ironical imitation of some
old, toothless woman, humming a youth
ful air.
At the end of the lofty room was an
alcove with red curtains and a canopied
bed. This sight reminded me that I had
traveled six hours on horseback, and
undressing, with a smile of satisfaction,
I said to myself, "To thirk that this
is the first time that I sleep in my own
bed."
Not a leaf stirred, all was silent, and
I was soon in a voluptuous sleep.
The moon was shining in all its splen
dor when I awoke without any apparent
cause. Waves of summer perfume
reaobed me; the air was laden with the
odor of new mown hay. I looked in sur
prise, then tried to rise to close the win
dow; when, inconceivable thing, my
head was perfectly free, while my body
was in a leaden sleep. Not a muscle an
swered my efforts to rise. My arms were
absolutely inert, my legs stretched im
mobile. I moved my head from side to
side. The deep respiration from my
fell
back on the pillow exhausted.
"Are my limbs paralyzed?" I tsked
with horror. I closed my eyes; with
terror I reflected on this singular phe
nomenon; my ears followed the anxious
pulsations of my heart. "How how,"
I continued, after a moment, "my body,
my own body, refuses to obey me. Kas
per Haas, the master of so many Vine
yards and rich pastures, can't even move
fhat inferable clod of earth, which ii
certainly his own. Oh God! what does
that mean?" And as I was thus reflecting
a feeble noise attracted my attention; the
door of my alcove opened.' A man a
man Pressed in some stiff stuff, like (hat
I te monks of the t. Uualher Uhapel,
l IV'nyence, with a broad gray .-felt
turned up at the side with a falcon wing,,
a pair of gloves which reached to the el
bows, had just come in the room. His
boots reached to his knees; a heavy gold
chain loaded with decorations fell over
his breast. His brown, bony face and
hollow eyes had a poirnant expression of
sadness aud horrible greenish tints. He
crossed the hall with measured steps,like
the tic-tuoof a clock, and his hand on an
immense rapier, striking the floor with
his heel. He exclaimed, "This belongs
to me to me Hans Burckart, Count of
Barth."
One would have thought it was some
old rusty machine, grinding out cabalis
tic words. I felt my flesh creep.
Bot at the same moment the door in
front opened, and the Count of Bartu
disappeared in the adjoining room, where
heard his automatic steps descending
stairs which seemed without' end; tbe
sound of his steps grew feebler as if he
had finally gone into the bowels of the
earth. And while I still listened and
heard nothing more a numerous com
pany took po: session of the room; the
spinet resounded; they sang, sang of
love, pleasure, wine.
I looked and saw in the moonlight
young women leaning negligently toward
the spinet, cavaliers as they were dressed
in olden times, in numberless gew gaws,
fabulous laces, seated on tabourets, their
legs crossed, inclining, shaking their
heads, waddling, playing the beaux, and
all bo coqnettiahly, that ore might have
imagined au animated engraving of the
graceful school of Lorraine in the six
teenth century,
And the small, stiff fingers of a re
spectable dowager with a parrot nose
were thumping the keys of the spinet ;
and the shrill discordant peals of laugh
ter on all sides were enough to make
one's hair stand on end.
All this world of folly, of quintes
cenced savor-vivre and superannuated
elegance exhaled there its lavender and
rose water turned to vinegar. I made
snpei human efforts to cast off this night
mare. All in vain! At the same moment
one of the young elegantes exclaimed:
"Gentlemen, you are at home here.
This domain "
She did not have time to finish. A
silence of death followed those words. I
looked the phantasmagoria had disap
peared. Then the sound of a hunting
horn reached my ears; horees were paw
ing the ground; dogs were barking; and
the placid moon was still looking into
my alcove. The door opened, as if by a
gnat of wind, and fifty hunters, followed
by yonng ladies two centuries old, with
long trailing robes, filed majestically
through one room to another. Four vil
lains passed also, carrying on their
shoulders a litter with oak leaves on
which was an enormous and bloody wild
boar. I heard the flourish of trumpets
increasing outside, then die out like a
sigh in the forest then nothing. And
as I was reflecting on this strange vision,
looking accidentally in the silent shadow,
I sa w with Btupor that.the scene was oc
cupied by one of those old Protestant
families of formeryears calm, dignified,
solemn in their manners. There were
the white-headed patriarch reading the
Bible; the old mother, tall and pale,
spinning the flax for the household;
then the dreamy-eyed children with el
bows on the table, in perfect silence; the
old shopherd's dog, attentive to the lec
ture, tbe old clock in its walnut case,
counting the seconds; aud further in the
shadow the outline of some young girls,
the brown faces of some lads clad in black
felts and drugget era's, discussing the
story of Jacob and Rachel, by way of
making love. And this honest family
seemed convinced of the truth of the gos
pel; the old man in his broken voice
was pursuing the edifying story with
emotion.
"This is your promised land; the land
of Abraham, 'of Isaac and of Jacob.whtch
I destined for you from the beginning of
centuries, in order that you may multi
ply and increase, like the stars of heaven.
And none can take it from you, for you
are my beloved people, in whom I have
placed all my confidence."
The moon, clouded for a moment, was
then shining clear; hearing nothing
more, I turned my head. It's cold,
calm rays were lighting up the empty
loom; not a form, not a shade; the light
was flooding the carpet, aud in the
distance the foliage of the trees was
sketched jon the hill as a background.
Suddenly, the high walls became lined
with books; the antiquated spinet gave
place to the desk of some savant, whose
ample wig appeared on the back of an
arm-chair in red leather. I heard tbe
goose-quill running over the paper. Tbe
man, lost in the depth of his thoughts,
did not stir. This silence oppressed me.
You may judge of my stupor when,
turning round, this master of erudition
faced me, and I recognized in him the
portrait of the juris consult Gregorius,
consigned under the No. 253 to tho gal
lery of HesBO-Darmstadt.
Great God? How had that personage
got out of its frame?
That was the question I was asking
myself, when he exclaimed in a hollow
voice:
"Dominum, et jure Quirito est jus un
tends et abutendi quatenus naturalis
ratio patitur."
As this formula was escaping from his
lips his face turned pale and paler. At
the last word it was no longer in exist
ence! What more shall I tell you? During
the hours following I saw twenty more
generations succeed each other in the
antique castle of Hans Bnickartr Chris
tians and Jews, roblefl and plebians, ig
norant and learned men and all pro
claimed the legitimate property, all be
lieved themselves the sovereign and real
body frightened me, and my Jiead
master of the barrack. Alas! A breath
of death cast them out of doors.
I had finished by becoming accustomed
to this weird 'phantasmagoria. Every
time one of the worthies cried, "This is
mine," I laughed and murmured, "Wait
a minute, comrade, wait a minute, and
you will vanisli like the rest."
At last I was wearied, when far, far off,
the cock crowed; that announced. the
day; his piercing veice began to awaken
the sleepy inhabitants.
The leaves commenced to stir, a chill
ran all over me; 1 felt my limbs loosen
ing themselves, and raising myself on
my elbow, my eyes wandered with rapt
ure over the siju ; country. But what
I saw was scarce calculated to elateme.
In fact, all ti e phantasms that I had
seen during the night were ascending in
a procession the little path which led
to the cemetery, and that silent march
in the dim twilight was something fright
ful.
And as I remained there, more dead
than alive, with gaping mouth and fore'
head bathed in cold perspiration, the
head of the cortege 6ecmed to melt in the
old weeping willows.
There were only a few spectres left,
and I was beginuing to breathe, when
my Uncle Christian, who was the last,
seemed to turn around- under the old
mossy gate and signal to me to come. A
distant, ironical voice was calling to me:
"Kaiiflr! hnqnpr nnniA lliio Inrwl ia
ours!"
Then all vanished. A crimson band
in the horizon announced the dawn of
day
Is is needless to say that I did not avail
myself of the invitation of Master Chris
tian Haas.
borne other personage will have to
make me repeated signals to come, to
force me to take that road. However, I
mast aumn that the remembrance. oi my
sojourn in the castle of Burckart singu
larly modified the good opinion that I
had conceived of my new importance;
for the visions of that strange night
seemed to signify that if lands, orchards.
meadows do not pass away, proprietors
do! which is enough to make one's hair
stand on end, when one reflects seriously.
And so, far from falling asleep in the de
lights of Capua, I went back to music,
and propose to put on the boards of the
great theater of Berlin au opera of which
the world shall hear.
Decidedly, glory, which positive peo
pie call chimeras, is still the most solid
of all property.. It does not end with life.
On the- contrary, death confirms it, and
gives it a new luster.
Supposing, for instance, that Homer
Bhould return to this world; no one, cer
tainly, would dispute him the merit of
having made the Iliad, and we Bhould
all endeavor to. do, that great man the
honors due him. But, if by accident, the
richest proprietor of those daj s was to
come and claim the fields, the forests,
the pasture lands which once were bis
pride, it is ten to one that he would be
received like a thief and would misera
bly perish under the stick.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
A specimen of vegetable wool is on ex
hibition -t Amsterdam. It comes from
Java. Wheu it is freed from its leathery
covering and tho seeds, through a very
simple process, it is worth between six
teen and seventeen cents per pound.
To cut the neck oil a bottle, bend a
quarter-inch irou rod so that it will half
encircle the bottle. Heat it to a low red
beat, place the bottle in the bend upon
the line of separation, and turu the bottle
back and forth through the part of a rev
olution in contact with the hot rod.
When the bottle begins to ci ask, turn it
slowly around until tho top is completely
cracked off.
It has long been supposed that tame
monkeys die chiefly from consumption,
but a careful inquiry by the London
Pathological society shows that such is
not the case. Out of fifty-three deaths in
the collection of the Zoological society,
on y three were ascribed to that disease.
Bronchitis is very fatal, and caused the
death of twenty-two monkeys during tho
sixteen months of the investigation.
A Yokohoma paper states that John
Milne, whose researches on earthquakes,
as explained by him to the British asso
ciation at Southampton, have excited
great interest in scientific circles, and
who has since returned to his duties in
Japan, has applied to the Japanese au
thorities to establish an observatory, in
order that he may be able to thoroughly
investigate underground phenomena.
He has sent the authorities a long
treatise upon the earthquakes of Japan.
Paper gas pipes are made by passing
an endless strip of hemp paper, the
width of which equals the length of tho
tube, through a bath of melted asphalt,
and then rolling it tightly and smoothly
on a core to give the required diameter.
When the number of layers thus rolled
is sufficient to afford the desired thick
ness, the tube i strongly eompressed,
the outside sprinkled with fine sand and
the whole cooled in water. When cold
the core is drawn out and the inside
served with a water-proofing composi
tion. In addition to being absolutely
tight and smooth, and much cheaper
than iron, these pipes have great strength;
for when the sides are scarcely three
fifths of an inch thick they will with
stand a pressure of more than fifteen
atmospheres. If buried underground
they will not be broken by settlement,
nor when violently shaken or jarred.
The material being a bad conductor of
heat, the pipes do not readily freeze.
A Steward on Sa Sickness.
"You mubt see some very amusing
cases of sea sickness?" said a Sun re
porter to an ocean steamship steward.
"They are seldom amusing to me,"
said the steward, solemnly, "because
they always recall my own experience. '
Most cases are pathetic, though I smile
sometimes when the braggart keels over.
On every trip we have at least one man
who boasts of his ability to withstand
sea sickness. He always says that the
trouble is as largely mental as physical,
and that a man of invincible determina
tion can ward it off by an effort of will.
The fall of this man to a condition of
pitiable wretchedness has its humorous
features for us not for the man."
"Are women more subject to sea sick
ness than men?"
"Yes, but, on the other hand, they
stand it better. A woman struggles
right up to the point of despair against
the what I might call the impropriety
of the thing. She isn't so much
tortusd by the pangs as she is worried
by the prospect of becoming disheveled,
haggard and draggled. She lights
against it to the last, and keeps up ap
pearances as long rs she can hold
up her head. Then she becomes maud
lin and pathetic. She takes to her room
and invariably asks three questions
First, whether people die frequently of
sea sicsness, men now many nines we
are from shore, and lastly, whjen we will
get there. She often also asks'mo how
deep the water is, and if I think it possi
ble for any one to go seven days without
rood. The doctor is always talked over.
I am asked time and again if I think he
is. capable aud efficient, and if I have
confidence in him. When the patient
gets so ill that she loses interest in. the
doctor, she usually lies on her side and
cries by the hour. Ajucaily the more
violeut attacks last only a Bhorttime.
"How is it with men?"
"Oh, men give in at once. .They bel
low like bulls and make a great rumpus
until they are compelled to take to their
berths. Then they grumble and swear
until they are well enough to go on deck
again. A great many passengers come
aboard loaded with medicines and
I unliams
schemes for the prevention of sea sick
ness. I never knew a preventive yet.ex-
cept the one I mentioned whenwe first
began to talk.
HejlaudV Will.
Sometimes the seemingly dry and mo
notonous proceedings of probate courts
furnish clues to stories of curious inter
est, surpassing in strangeness the bold
est creation of fiction. Such a remark
able tale may be told in relation to the
Heyland estate, which is in course of
settlement in the superior court of Sut
ter county. The testator, Heyland, came
to California about thirty years ago,
leaving a wife and two children in Cana
da. He settled in Sutter county, and up
to the time of his death, which occur
red a year or more ago, he was engaged
in farming. 11 is win disposed of an es
tate oi about $ou,uuu, all of which was
left to his wife and children. But they
were not to come into possession of the
heritage until five years from the testa
tor's death, and in the meantime all the
iucome from tho estate was ordered to
be paid over to other relatives, sister3
of tue testator. Tui3 was certainly a
curious will. Bat a much stranger
thing is the fact that in his long absence
of thirty years from home Heylan J never
wrote to iiis wiie or ms cniuiren, ana
they receiving no tidings of him, had
supposed him to be dead, j lhey were
left in poor circumstances, and in the
course of her long struggle with poverty
tho wife died. One of the two children
also died, and the other, now the sole
heir, is married and has children of her
owu. ller name is Airs. M. A. v rigut,
and she recently came here from Canada
to look after the estate of which she is
the residuary legatee. But for an acci
dental circumstance she would be unable
to get any income from tho estate until
the expiration of the five years as pro
vided in the will. The will provided
that all the "personal property" of the
estate should be sold, and the proceeds
invested in government bonds, tho inter
est on which should be paid for live
years to the sisters of the testator. But
when he died there was a i deposit of
about $1300 to his credit in a local bank.
and as this was not in the nature of
"personal property to be sold," and as no
provision in relation to money had been
made in the will the court, in its discre
tion, ordered the sum to be paid to Mrs.
Wright. This brief sketch of this most
curious case furnishes no explanation of
the motives that induced Heyland to lend
a lonely life in California, while his wife
and children, believing him to be dead,
were struggling for existence in the laud
where he had left them. Had his will
left them nothing his mysterious conduct
might be more easily explicable. No
one knows the secret of his remarkable
conduct. If there were any secret by
which it could be explaiued, that secret
went with him to his grave. sMarvsville
Appeal.
i
Affrighted Boasts.
No one as yet has ever seen such a
sight ae a zoological collection burnt
not.at any rate, since the Roman amph i
theater, with its reserves of ferocious
beasts, was destroyed by fire; and the be
havior of the various animals under such
an experience of hideous novelty must,
therefore, be certainly conjectural. When
Woombwell's once caught fire, the monk
eys, getting loose, proceeded to plunder
the gingerbread stall within the tent, and
regardless of the flames which, by the
way, roasted only a cockatoo stuffed
their cheek pouches so full of the seduc
tive confection that the v. were seen going
about on three arms aud holding the con
tents of their mouths in with the fourth.
When Barn urn's or what is still called
by that dollar-alluring name was in
flames at Chicago, Jumbo, the illustri
ous, carried his own bulky person safely
beyond the reach of the conflagration,
and thence surveyed its progress with
the utmost serenity. But there is a vast
gulf between the volatile ape and the de
liberate behemoth, and from the
diversity of character which distin
guishes the intermediate species of
animals, it is possible that tbe
study of them under circumstances of
such exceptional dismay would result m
some curions observations, j It is diffi
cult to believe that the phlegmatic,
philosophical bear would comport him
self in the same manner as the frivolous
baboon, or that no difference would be
apparent between the demeanors of the
supercillious, lazy camel and the lively,
excitable kangaroo. That serpents would
display any of their proverbial indiffer
ence to the excessive heat is as unlikely
as that the salamander would sustain the
reputation of his traditions. The smaller
creatures would doubtless abandon them
selves to cremation without further op
position, but it is hardly credible that
the more powerful or sagacious would
not make some effort at self-preservation.
Even in the Zoological gardens,
hopeless of conflict with the bars as they
must have become long ago, the lions
will sometimes excite themselves
and
their neighbors into paroxysms of
activity at some sight or sound that stirs
the old forest blood in their veins, and
makes them forget for the instant the
bonds th&t are on them. Under such a
sudden and startling revelation as their
cages surrounded by flames, it is easy to
understand that the characters of the
different animals would be vividly dis-
piayeu. xvery type oi pease wool J im
mediately display itself, and in tbe com
bined tumult of voices comparable only
to the midnight sound of the "Libyan
wilderness with all its lions up" would
be heard every gradation of passion
from ' .the furious protest of the
strong to the pathetic entreaty of the
weak. Nor, as having some of the gro
tesque in it, would the result be unin
teresting if the proprietor, to save his
animals or spare their torture, were to do
what air. Woombweil s predecessor said
he would do if a fire, broke out. and let
caged things loose to run for their livei.
Now and again it has hapjiened that the
residents of peaceful neighborhoods
have been perplexed, or even alarmed,
by the apparition of a beast of prev.
African or Asiatic, quietly prowling
along a public thoroughfare like a tour
ist from foreign parts, or concealed in a
private garden, like some burglar dis
turbed m his vocation. What, however.
is such an individual visitation compared
with the possibilities of a whole menasr-
fexie turned out upon such a populous
city as Manchester rhinoceroses in the
churches, bears in the town hall, alliga
tors in the railway waiting rooms? So
that whether we consider the escape of
the Baldw in menagerie from fire, or the
alternative of their escape from their;
cages, the result still remains one for
congratulation; and even at the price of
losing -the transparency of the gallant
admiral, Manchester may be considered
very fortunate in the preservation of its
popular gardens, and the security of its
birds and beasts. .London Telegraph.
How Medicine la Taken.
It is to be feared that to most people
medicine is not an erudite science or a
learned art, but is little more than die
commonplace administration of physic.
They cannot understand medicine with
out drugs, and its virtues and powers are
popularly measured by 'the violence of
of its operations. Its very name is in
ordinary parlance synonymous with
puysic. xake from it its puis and po
tions, and for them you take away its
whole art and nijstery. They do not be
lieve in a scheme of treatment, however
deep laid and skillful, which does not
include a certain statutory dosage. So
that, as a rule, medical men are praoti
cally compelled to give their patients a
visible object of faith in some form of
physic, which may be at most designed
to effect some very subordinate purpose.
And it is remarkable how strongly, even
among the educated classes, this feeling
prevails. Cures by the administration
of mixtures and boluses isso fixed and
ancient a tradition that it i? only very
slowly that the world will give it up. The
anxiety of the friends of the patient
wants to do more than follow the simple
directions of "nursing" which have been
so carefully indicated aud possess appar
ently so little remedial power. There is
nothing of the unknown about them in
which the fluttering hope of great advan
tage can nestle. Thus it is necessary to
educate the world into a belief in medi
cine apart from drugs, which finds its
power of curing in adaptation of the com
mon conditions of life and applications
of physiological facts a medicine which
takes into his hands the whole life, and
orders and fashions its every detail with
scientific definiteness. It is found in
everyday practice that this pop alar mis
understanding of the modern spirit of
medicine constantly checks the little
tentative advances of a more scientific
treatment, and it is necessary that it
should bo generally understood how
powerfully the various processes of the
economy may be affected by the manip
ulation of the common life. British
Quarterly Review. '
Apples in Mythology.
Probably because the apple is such
beautiful fruit, and so common, it hold
a great placo in European tradition. Ap
ples are to our legendary lore what
peaches are to the Chinese. The fruit is
as old as Homer, and in the fairy gar
dens of Phieacia he tells us that "apple
grew ripe on apple, and pear on pear,"
through all the circuit of the year. Laer
tes, the old, was tending his garden when
OdysseuBmethim and reminding him of
the little boy that had begged for
so many apple trees, "all for his own,"
and who had now returned, a man tried
in war and on the deep. It was an 'ap
ple, the apple of discord, that caused all
the Trojan woes, aud but for this golden
fruit, Troy might still be a flourishing
rival of Copstantinople. Indeed, the
whole eastern question would have
taken a different complexion, for the
strifo between As and Europe notori
ously began with '.at apple of discord.
For an apple Atalanta lost her maiden
..ood, aud Eve, paradise. They show dif
ferent forbidden fruits in different coun
tries; one especially, a monstrous yellow
thing, about as tempting as a turnip. But
in northern Europe at least we have al
ways been sure that for no fruit but an
apple would Eve have listened to the
serpent. The heathen Scandina
vians, indeed, made apples the very
fruit of life and immortality. They
were in the keeping of Iduna, wife of
Bragi, and the gods of Asgard tasted
them, as Horus (according to Diodorua)
ate of the death destroying drug of Ieis.
Then when they had tasted of the ap
ples, tho gods grew young again and for
got death. ButThiasse, tho giant, by
the aid of Loki, seized Iduna and tbe
apples of immortality and the gods grew
old and gray and wrinkled (as in Gior-
dino Bruno's satire) , and the spring died
out of the year. But Loki was made to
restore the apples incorruptible, and
spring came back, and the gods were
young as ever they were on Asgard.
London Daily News.
Three years ago twenty rich men of
Dayton, Ohio, iuvested largely at Fargo.
The boom set in and they bought more
and held for a rise. One year ago these
investments were valued at several mil-
I lions and will now be sold at a loss.
Such is the far western boom.
all soars.
Over the ocean The sky.
A bright beginning Sunrise.
Always too bad A pair of knaves.
Popular D. D.'s Dollars and dimes.
A cut and-dried affair Jerked beef.
The bone of conteution The jw-
boue. -
A garden "waul" A cat on the
fence.
Goes without saying The deaf and
dumb alphabet.
A cutaway jacket is the proper cos
tume for an elopement.
A stump speech "Give ns tbe butt of
your cigar, mister."
PoliticiansaTO up the ladder of fame by
the rounds of drinks.
"Failure in the yarn trade" Writing
some unsuccessful novels.
A financial failure Trying to pass a .
three-cent piece for a dime.
What barbers uever hesitate to give
their patrons The cut direct.
A fellow played all night without turn
ing a trump. He was playing a cornet.
Why is tho potato the most susceptible
of vegetables? It is oftenest "mashed."
Young Fastboy says the first girl he
ever waltzed with was all the whirled to
him.
A Sunday school boy told his teacher
that the world, being round, could hare
no end. -
An American coin was ohauged when
George Silver was married, to Catherine
Penney.
In some cases when a judge lays down
the law he takes up his own opinion ia
place of it.
No one can see into the future any more
than he can see into the bank account of
an editor.
"Smith can't stand a joke," said Perry ;
"I hit him on the head with a briok, and
he got mad.
A Spartan was asked how he attained,
such great ago. "I was not acquainted
with any doctor," he replied.
There is a man in Pittsburg so fond of
"flash" literature that he won't read any
thing but a powder magazine.
'.'Life is short," moralizes the poet.
We can sympathize with Life. We're
short, too, says a contemporary.
DeCamp is the name of the cashier of -a
national bank. Tbe name is very sug
gestive. He should be watched.
The oyster houses have an opening
every day, but somehow the fashion re
porters never seem to notice them.
In RomeAugustus tomb is the site of -
a variety theater, and Uaesar a death
place is occupied by a grooery store.
General Sherman-has always been so
fond of kissing the girls that some one
has suggested be drop the r in his name.
A Frenchman is teaching a donkey to
talk. What we want in this country is a
man who will teach donkeys not to talk.
It is tbe general complaint in Maine
that the spruce trees are dying off. That
is, they are not so spruce as they onca .
were.
A Baltimore woman is so fond of her
children that whenever they have to be
spanked she gets the woman next 'door
to do it.
"No, sir," said a practioal Yankee
"no bric-a-brao on the mantel for me.
It's a nuisance. Where's a man to put
his feet?"
Between gueBts on leaving the house
after dinner: "Friend R. entertains
very well now." "Yes; above all, since
his failure."
NEWS ITEHS.
Dorsey, the star-router, has given
$5000 to the university at Santa Fe.
The Chicago city ball, costing $1,123,
000 is ready for use, but is not done.
Tom Allen, the onoe famous pugilist,
was arraigned in the police court at St.
Louis the other day, for keeping a disor
derly saloon, but escaped conviction.
Tho Farmers' exchange movement
started in Nashville, Tenn., some time
ago, has died for want of support, and
the money contributed has gone no oue
knows whither.
The library of the late Henry C.
Murphy of Brooklyn, it is announced,
will be sold during the coming winter.
It is valued at $100,000, although it con
sists of only 5000 volumes.
It is estimated that tho wealth repre
sented in the seventy principal boxes in
the Grand opera home in New York at
the recent opening night was $540,000,
080, more than $6,000,000 to each box.
Nathaniel Barker, a well known vocal
ist and author of "Ben Bolt." is seri
ously ill at his home in Lynn, Mass. He
is about 70 years of age, and sustained a
few days ago, a fracture of his hip.
Hindoo coffee suppers are fashionable
in the church circles of Fort Wayne.
The girls act as waitresses, in Hindoo
costumes, as to the style of which a cler
gyman has felt oonstrained to rem ca
strate. The sensibilities of some of Wiscon
sin's paupers are being ahooked now-a-days
upon Ihe appearance of their names
in print, in pursuance of a new law com
I telling county boards to publish the poor
ists.
General Pryor says he has not applied
to take part in O'Donnell's defense, and
does not propose to make application in
the English courts. O'Donnell is al
ready provided with counsel, in whoie
fidelity his friends have implioit confi
dence. Maine's greatest greenbacker and con
gressman, Mr. Muroh, has concluded to
open a drinking saloon in Boston. If he
carries his greenback principles into bis
business, he will fill his whisky bottles
with water and label them whisky.
The railroad? bridge over the Mistottri
river at Blair, Neb., which cost Sl.OC!),
000, was tested on the 2Gth nit., with tlx
locomotives, the maximum reflection
being two inches. The permanent iron
strootnre ia 1270 feet long and fifty f et
above high water, with trestle work ap
proaches of nearly two miles at eitL er
end.