THE WIFK'S KKVKKIK,
From a Snxo Holm story "Farmer Bas
sett's ltomnncc."
0 heart ol mine, is our estate
Our sweet estate of joy assured?
It camo ho slow, it enmo so lute,
Brought by sntfli bitter pains endured;
Daro wo forgot tliososorrows soro
And think that they will tomo no moro?
Witl tearful eyes I scan my face,
And doubt how he can find it fair;
Wistful, I wnteh each charm nnd graco
I floo that other women wear;
Of all the secrets of love's lore,
1 know but ono to lovo him inorol
I bco each day ho prows more wise,
His life is broader far than mine;
I must bo lacking in his eyes
In many things whero others shine.
0 heart! can wo this loss rcstoro
To him by simply loving more?
1 often see unon his brow
A look half tondor and hnlf stern;
Ills thoughts nro far nwny, I know;
To fathom them I vainly yearn;
But nought is ours that went boforo;
0 heart! -wo can but lovo him morel
1 sometimes think that ho had loved
An older, deeper love, apart
From this which later, feebler moved
llis soul to mine. O heart! O heart!
What can wo do? This hurteth hoto,
Nothing my heart but lovo him more!
A CUP OF VATEB.
Youth's Companion.
Tlio Apaches aro tho most subtle
Indians on tho Amcricnn Continent
Timo and again they have outwitted
tho veteran compnigners sent against
them; and tho skilful scouts, who have
won their spurs elsowhoro, have- been
completely unhorsed by thoso peerless
knights of tho plains.
Some years ago, when a lieutenant
of cavalry, I commanded tho escort of
a littlo train on its way through tho
eastern portion of Arizona fiomNow
Mexico. Wo wero in tho Apacho coun
try, nnd consequently wero without
any oxcuse for being taken of our guard.
When I add that wo rodo over a
perfectly dry and level prairie,
with only tho bluo lino of
tho Zuni Mountains visiblo
against tho distant horizon, it will bo
supposed that tho last danger wo had
to fear was from tho red men. All
our company wero Indoldian fighters;
but whilo wo wero passing across tho
parched plain, with tho cattle train
a half milo to tho rear, and with our
selves on tho nlert, wo arc utterly out
witted, and our friends disastrously
ambuscaded.
Wo rodo within a hundred yai'ds of
a largo forco of dismounted Indians
without onco suspecting tho astonish
ing fact. Somo timo later, when wo
wero startled by sudden firing behind
us, wo looked back and saw our frionds
engaged in a iierco light with a party
of Apaches. Whero tho swarthy as
sailants camo from passed conjecture.
Tho country, for miles in every direc
tion, ns 1 havo said, was a blistered
plain, A jack rabbit would havo been
detected, as ho whisked liko a ray of
light across tho yellow surface, and
yot moro than a scoro of warriors had
hidden thoinselvcsfromoursight when
scarcely a stone's throw away.
Wo dashed back to tho help of tho
undangored horsemen, but boforo wo
could reach them several wero badly
wounded, and tho cattle wore skurry
ing southward in a cloud of dust. Wo
kopt up a running fight for several
miles, but tho raiders, a number of
whom had secured horses, got away
without losing a stolen animal, or
leaving a wounded warrior behind.
Tho Apaches, as wo afterward learn
ed, knowing tlw) route wo wero to take,
Btretohed themselves on tho ground
along tho trail. Their scant clothing,
and their bodies wore tho color of (ho
earth unon which thoy lay fiat and
motionless. Tho dry, stunted grass
was gathered about their heads and
shoulders with such deftness that, as
I bavo shown, wo rodo by tho party
without tho slightest suspicion of dan
ger. In tho autum of 1882, Captain
Arthur Burnhnm and fourteen
cavalrymen, accompanied by tho
young son of tho olllcor, wero
ridingntaleisurolypaeoalong thofoot
hills to tho west of tho ban Francisco
mountains, which for many miles ox
tend botween NowMoxicound Arizona.
ThoGila range lay far to tho wast, and
tho destination of tho littlo company
was Fort Apnoho,half a hundred milo3
to tho northwest.
Tho squad was fired upon from tho
rocks, and ono of tho soldiers was
woundod. Suspecting.from tho sound
of tho guns, that thoir assailants wero
woak in numbors, Captain Huruham
and his men wheeled their animals,
charged as far as they could bo forced,
and thou, leaping to tho ground, dash
ed among tho boulders.
Thowarriorsnumbored only six who,
finding thoy could not hold their
ground, turned and lied. Sovoral woro
struck, but all escaped, oxtopting ono,
who was mndo captive.
Tho taking of Indian prisonors is not
a popular occupation on tho border,
nnd it may bo doubted whether Cap
tain Burnhnm would havo followed
tho course which ho did, but for pecu
liar reo'sous. Tho Apache upon whom
ho fixed his nttontion was an Indian
lad no moro than lf or 10 years of
ago. Ho was crouching behind a rock,
which partly sheltered him, and re
mained thero until tho captain was
within twenty paces. Ho then roso to
Ids foot, took deliberate aim, and pull
ed tho trigger of his gun.
An extraordinary occurrenco saved
tho life of tho olllcor. During tho brief
but lively skirmish, tho hammer of tho
young Apache's riflo was broken lyt a
stray bullet, without tho owner dis
covering tho fact. His companions
had lied, when ho cooly levelled his
piece and attempted to lire. Tho soft
click of tho hammer followed, but there
wu no report. With tho samo won
dcrful self-possession, ho lowered tho
weapon, glanced down, and observing
tho cause of the failure, flung it aside
and turned to run.
"Don't shoot!" shouted thocaptain.
"lie's mine!"
Tho olliccr was unusually fleet of
foot, and having leaped from tho sad
dle, ho ran after the young Indian
with tho impetuosity of a panther.
Yet with all his cleverness ho would
havo failed, but for another curious
mishap. Tho moccasin of tho Apacho
slipped on a stone, which rolled under
him, and ho fell on his side. Ho was
up again liko a Hash, when thocaptain
struck him between the shoulders nnd
senthim Bprawling on his fnce. A sec
ond time tho lrul bounded to his feet,
but 1 he iron grip of tho pursuer was on
his arm. Ho struck a vicious blow at
the captain with his knife, which nar
rowly missed slashing the captain's
face, but tho weapon was wrenched
away, and tho writhing young wildcat
was helpless.
Tho prisoner expected no mercy, and
ho would not havo asked it had ho
known it would have been gtanted.
When ho was pinioned, and could
struggle no more, ho submitted with
tho sullen stoicism of his race.
"There's no trusting tho f-pitfirc,"
said tho captain, retnining his hold
and assuring himsolf that no weapons
were conccnled about tho prisoner.
"We'll bind him fast."
llis arms wero securely tied, and ho
was forced, with very littlo gentleness,
upon tho horso of tho officer. A ropo
was then looped tightly around each
anklo, joining under tho belly of tho
mustang, and with ono arm around
tho prisoner's waist, tho captain and
his men set out on t heir return.
Young Jack Uurnham was greatly
interested in tho enptivo. lie was
about tho samo ago ns the Indian, and
despito their different blood, moro
than ono remarked a singular rosom
blanco between them. Tho Apache,
who was christened Zidda by his can
tors (because an exclamation which
escaped him sounded liko that word)
worohislong, coarse, black hair looso
about his shoulders, had very lino
teeth, was swarthy of complexion, and
his eyes wero ns dark as midnight.
J ho who of Captain Jsurnham was a
Spanish lady, living in San Antonia,
Texas. Tho son inherited her dark
color and handsome features. His
niir was long and silken, nnd his
movements wero as easy and graceful
as those of Zidda.
Tho Apache, howovor, was bare from
lis shoulders to his waist. Below was
i pair of caudv Mexican trousers.
brilliantly-beaded moccasins, whilo a
heavy golden bracelet adorned his
right wrist. A faded silken sash encir
cled his waist, and, as a rule, tho han
dles of a couple of knives protruded
tnoroirom, while a cartridge box was
suspended from his shoulder by a
string. Tho rillo which ho cast aside,
iko most of thoso used by tho Apaches,
was a breach-loader of tho latest im
proved pattern.
Jack woro a still-bmninod somhroro
and a short cloak such as aro often
seen in Spanish and Mexican coun
tries. When mounted on this Hoot
mustang and speeding over thoprnirio
with his long hair and his cloak flut
tering in tho wind, ho formed a pictur
esque figure.
J ho novelty of Zidda s company
woro oil in tho course of an hour or
two, and tho general opinion prevailed
that tho best thing to do was to
despatch him, thus creating ono
aeancy at least in tho horde ot un
tamable red men. Cant. Burnhnm felt
no disposition to show tho savago lit-
lo lullow any mercy, and thero can no
ttlo doubt that Zidda would havo
been shot but for tho intercession of
youn; Jack, llo saw tho proposed
crime in its truo light, and begged his
father that Zidda might bo hold a pri
soner.
The Apaches havo whito women and
children, and wo can oxchango him for
somo of thorn. Such a daring boy must
bo highly valued by his people"
'wo havo been discussing tho mat-
tor," said Capt. Huruham, "and under
Bonio circumstances wo might try to
turn him into a Hland dollar, and forco
him into circulation; but it may bo
sovoral days before wo reach tho fort,
and moro than likely ho will give us tho
ip after all."
"Lot him do so."
"Ho will pay us by leading a party
who will take every ono ofourscalps."
"Wo run that risk so long as wo nro
on tho plains."
"You II got over this sentimentality
boioro many years, but on your ac
count, I'll consent that ho shall bo
kept a prisoner until to-morrow.
Then we'll toss up to sco how tho
bother shall bo ended.
Camp was made in an open spot
that had been used for tho samo pur
pose moro than onco boforo. It was
closo to a stream of running wator,
whero enough succulent grass grow for
tho horses, and whoro, with tho bright
moon riding high in an unclouded sky,
iCwas not believed that tho Apaches
could surprised hem.
Jack Huruham stood in.front of tho
captive whilo talking with his fat hor.
Tho young Indian's eyes llitted from
tho face of tho parent to tho son, with
an intontnoss of interest that tho oth
ers remarked. Tho words woro in tho
mongrel Spanish of the Southwest, nnd
though it wan unsuspected at that
time, Zidda understood cvory thing
said. Turning his back upon him, tho
captain walked to whoro tho soltliors
woro grouped. They talked over tho
events of tho day, and expressed their
opinions about their fiery littlo cap
tive who sat cross-legged, with Ins
hands held forcibly behind his back.
"la thore anything I can do for you?"
asked Jack, in the same mongrel
Spanish, scarcelyoxpeoting that ho
would be understood.
"Si, sonor," was the answor,inalow
vojro.
"What is it!" asked tho amazed
Jack.
"I am thirsty," answered tho Apacho
lad.
"You shall not bo thirsty long?"
exclaimed the other, running to tho
stream, from which ho dipped a cup
of roiled water. When ho returned,
his father and friends watched tho
proceedings with amused interest.
Thoy saw lilni advance to where Zidda
sat on tho ground, aim place the
cup I
to his lips. Tho Apacho met with
considerable difficulty in drinking
without tho aid of his hands. At
firstthn good Samaritan did not incline-
tho cup enough; then ho tipped
it too much, and tho contents ran
down tho coppery breast of tho cap
tive. "I sufferfor water," sain he, looking
up; "I cannot drink from tho hand of
another.
Without hesitation, Jack whipped
out llis knife, and bending over the
lad, began carefully cutting tho thongs
botween tho hands.
"What aro you doing?" demanded
tho captain.
"Ho can't eat or drink with his
hands tied," called back thoboy, look
ing sideways over his shoulder at his
parent, while, ho continued work with
his knife. "I am not going to unloose
his feet."
Tho instant the young Apache felt
his hands freed, ho caught the knifo of
his friend, and, with a single lightning
like sweep, cut tho cords between his
ankles, threw himself backward, land
ing upon his feet, nnd whirling about,
was oil like a shot.
Two of tho cavalry snatched up
their guns and fired at him, but the
young" Apacho vanished with such
swiftness that no timo was given to
aim. Tho astounded Jack clambered
to his feet iust in timo to catch a
glimpse of Jlis now acquaintance as ho
disolved in tho moonlight.
"My gracious!" exclaimed Jack, with
a quizzical look, "I didn't suspect ho
meant to do that."
Tho others launhed over tho discom
fiture of tho boy, and assured him that
in caso of attack, Aidda would tniio
particular pains to claim his scalp. As
for gratitude or friendship among tho
Apaches, or, indeed, among any tribo
of Indians, tho mention of tho thing
was enough to excite laughter.
Tho bronzed campaigners took such
precautions that, although in a dan
gerous country, and with unmistak
able evidence that tho Apnchcs wero
hovering in the neighborhood, thoy
wero not disturbed during tho dark
ness. On tho morrow, at an early hour,
thoy wero in tho saddle, heading to
wards Fort Apache, which point thoy
left three days before. Hy easy riding
(in caso no interference took place),
they expected to mako tho post at
nightfall.
Somo twenty miles from tho camp,
tho trail approached a rocky spur of
hills which put out from tho moun
tains. Tho placo had been tho sceno
of moro than ono dosperato fight, and
was always viewed with misgiving by
thoso acquainted with its associa
tions. As tho front, is gcifurally accepted as
tho post of danger, Captain Uurnham
placed himself there, compellingyoung
.lack to keep well to tho rear.
On tho left, tho ground was so rough
and stony that a mountain goat could
not mako his way over it with any
thing like comfort. It will be seen that
it was inviting cover for Indians,
though tho hiding places wero by no
means numerous.
At tho critical point, firo was sud
denly opened on tho troopers. Tho
Apaches aimed so well that three of
tho horsemen wero struck, though
they kept their saddles. Capt. Uurn
ham and his men wheeled, and leap
ing to tho ground, dashed in among
tho rocks, routing out tho treacherous
red men, and shooting as fast as tho
targets presented themselves.
Tho Apaches wero not numerous,
but thoy fought fiercely, as thoy al
ways do. Captain Huruham and his
men had been taught in tho school of
General Crook, and they speedily
scattered their assailants, who leaped
or dodged from boulder to boulder
with an agility that saved many a
dusky marauder for futuro forays.
Tho troopers left in chargo of tho
horses called to tho others, who in
stantly returned. Tho red men had
regained their own mustangs and by a
dextrous manceuvro, soparatcd JncV
Burnhnni's from tho others. When
tho captain and the rest of his men
sprang into thoir saddles again, they
saw tho boy urging his steed to thout
most and pursued by a dozen mount
ed Apaches, who woro forcing their
animals to tho highest notch.
"That's all on account of tho cup oi
water given that young imp," mutter
ed tho olltcor, compressing his lips;
"they have singled out my Jack for
capture that thoy may put him to tho
torturo; como, boys, hot work awaits
us!"
Leaving their wounded comrades,
who could not stand tho terrific riding,
tho troopers dashed after their loader,
as eager as ho to save tho imperilled
youth.
Tho picture was a thrilling ono. In
tho distance could bo seen tho black
mustang of .lack Huruham stretching
away on a dead run, head .extended,
inane and tail Hying, whilo tho cloak
and hair of tho rider streamed in tho
wind.
Less than 200 yards behind the fly.
ing fugitivo, woro tho Apaches thunder
ing aftor him. All wero splendidly
mounted, and thore aro no finer horse
men in tho world.
Tho singular doublo raco had con
tinued only a few minutes, when tho
fearful truth became manifest; tho
Apaches wore hotter mounted than
either the fugitivo or thoir own pur
suers. They woro steadily gaining up
on Jack Huruhnm.
Tho boy was seen to glanco affright
edly over his shoulder several times,
but he, too, kept his mustang running
as ho never ran before. His flight
drew him into a narrow valley in tho
mountains, weieh led, no one beside
the Apacho could toll whoro.
.lack inhorited tho coolness of his
father. Seeing that ho was losing
ground, ho abruptly wheeled almost
at right angles, and dashed into a still
narrower valley or gorge which pre
sented itself. This nmmvuvro shut
him from sight of friends and foes, for
a minute or two, but tho latter felt
that tho Btrugglo was already decided,
and gavo utterance to many shouts
of exultation as they thundered after
him,
A groan escaped Cnptnin Huruham,
whoso faco wns whito as death. No
ono spoke, but with tho samo resolve,
in every hoart, they plunged into th
gorge after both parties.
A brief, fierce run and the race was!
leciced; tho Apaches had overtaken!
rho iugitivc. The troopers saw tho;
mustang and its rider, his hair nnd
'rlnnk tin Irmnnr flvintt. niirrnnnrfpcl bv
tho red men who had captured themf
beyond all chance of escaping. i
Still Captain Hurnhnm and his meni
pressed forwnrd, but in a short time
not an Indian was visible,' their match
less mustangs had carried them nnd:
their captive beyond reach. . ,
MUinn.i tt'na ttitltli nf 41m T?rttvtnn
sternness in tho character of Capt.,
Uurnham, when, finding it wnsahope-
less chase, ho wheeled his horse, and
gavo tho order to withdraw. Tho
troopers galloped down the gorge in
silence, their mustangs streaming
with perspiration and foam, for tho
day was a scorching one, even for that
latitude, and tho beasts had been
forced to tho uttermost verge of endur
ance. "Halloo! halloo!"
Tho squad of cavalry wero near the
point whero tho gorge reopened into
tho vnlley, when they wero halted by
tho sight of a bareheaded figure.stand
ing motionless and waving its nrmsns
if to attract their notice A second
glanco mndo known tho astounding
fact that it was young Jack Uurnham.
A minute later ho was clasped in tho
arms of his overjoyed father, and his
wonderful story was told.
Despair was in hisharrt as ho wheel
ed his niustnng into tho gorge, but at
tho critical moment, Zidda, the young
Apache, ran out from behind tho
rocks, and, flinging up his hands,
called to him in Spanish to halt.
In a twinkling, Zidda explained that
ho meant to tako tho place of tho
fugitive. Tho cloak of Jack was trans
ferred to his shoulders, his sombrero
clapped on his crown, tho young In
dian vaulted upon tho back of tho
panting steed, and called out:
"Hide yourself! I do this for the cup
of water!"
In what manner Zidda mndo his
explanations to and peaco with his
vengeful country-men will probably
never bo known, but that ho succeed
ed is proven by tho fact that ho was
seen nnd spoken to by Jack Uurnham
himself moro than a year latter.
Edwakd S. EtiLis.
1
Personal Mention.
Ex-President Hayes is said to bo
much annoyed by tho frequent letters
ho receives asking for informat'on on
questions about poultry nnd eggs.
Thoro aro over fifty ladies in Minne
apolis who each pay taxes on $100,
000 worth of property.
Washington Irving, so tho story goes,
oncosaid to a lady friend' "Don't bo
too anxious about tho education oi
your daughters. They will do vory
well; don't teach them so many things;
teach them ono thing; teach thorn to
bo easily pleased."
"For iifty-threo years," says Gen.
Toombs, "my dear wife way my con
stant friend, companion, and adviser.
Wo traveled four continents of tho
world together and visited many is
lands of tho seas. Nrfw she is waiting
for me, with tho samo sweet faith sho
so well illustrated hero."
Lord DulTerin, says the Calcu tta Her
ald, is of opinion that tho diplomacy ,
of tho world will soon bo in tho hands
of Americans. Nearly every member
of tho diplomatic corps who gets to
Washington, tries to bring homo an
American wife.
Mrs. Lockwood, who ran for Pres
ident last year, anounces, by au
thority, that "woman is coming to
tho front." Whero in tho world has
woman been all this time, beforo
Belvn camo?
Mrs. Langtry is said to pay her hus
band a monthly salary for keeping his
distance A good many wives would bo
glad to bo ablo to secure an apartness
on tho samo terms, though not, it
may bo hoped, for tho samo reasons.
It is related of tholatoStanley Hunt
ley, humorist, about whom thoro has
been much nowspaper gosssip, that
whilo a moro boy ho set about culti
vating his imagination, adopting de
vices that wero sometimes decidedly
startling. Ono of his favorite methods
was to smoke through tho bones of a
skeleton. Tho skeleton stood upright
in his father's study, and young Hunt
ley putting a pipe between tho jaws of
tho thing and his own arm around tho
bony waist, would pull at tho pipo by
means of a stem twining down among
tho ribs. Seated thus, ho would read
such tales as tho "Gold Hug." but ho
nover becamo an Edgar Allan Poo.
Diseases Absorbed by Cholera.
I havo inspected sites whero cholera
hns prevailed, and so far as my limit
ed knowledge informed mo I could
como to no definite- conclusion as to
tho causes producing tho diseaso in '
ono place and not in others. I could !
not find it in surfaco and visiblo filtlii-'
ness, in pointed water, nor in impuro j
rivers, nor in over-crowded and filthy .
dwollings. Thoro woro all these con-1
ilitinns. but nn cholnrn. Tlinn. n in I
individuals, some of tho clonnest men
1 havoover known havodied of cholera.
It has, howovor, been noted by medi
cal mon that cholera, liko tho rod of
Aron when thrown down boforo the
rods of the Egyptian magicians, pro
duced a serpent which devoured all
tho other serpents. So with cholera.
When this is prevalent all minor dis
eases aro absorbed into it. What in
ordinary times would bo a simple
bowel complaint merges into cholera. 1
An excess in living which would pass
in a bilious headache ends in cholera, i
Over fatigue and a disordered stomach
which would be mollified by an aperient i up, but aro ofton far down out ol
and rost, ifnoglooted.rosultsincholern. j sight, and must bo dug for to bo dis
A consideration of theso facts should i covered. Wo shall find them, if at all,
induce extra caution and immediate ' in the naturo of the thing tliomsolves,
attention to nnv disordered stato of ! and not in somo chance coincidence
the stomach, and for more soriousatl-1
ment consultation with tho family
doctor. Sir Bobert Bnmlinson in the
Pull Mall Qutettc.
By TIIK SAD SKA WAVES.
SlRhta That Can He Seen By the Cnrfous at
Conoy Island The Season at the
Bench welt-nlgh Over.
Mrs. Dolores and hor fair young
duughtors Kosctta and Zolica decided
to start for Conoy Island on a sum
mer's day, so olF they started, and
upon entering- tho boat were disgusted
with tho sight of so many common
pooplo, and turned up their noso in
disdain at tho motly assembly.
"O. mv. how I wish Clinllv nnd
Fwcddy, and Gcowgo woro heah, and
that elegant follah, Augustus Dusen
whoppor." Thus sighed Ilosctta, from tho bot
tom of hor No. 2 French heeled kid
slippers.
"Alas, yes, I agwco with you, my
lovo. Hut what is that littlo boy do
ing looking so intently into tho
ocwean. Methinks ho seomoth unhap
py, fwom tho backgwound. Perhaps
ho has never been ou die oowean bo
foah," simpers mamma.
Evidently ho hadn't.
Tho sight was too much for tho
nerves of tho sympatliotio Zolica, and
thoy beat a hasty retreat to the sylvan
shales of tho upper deck, whero tho
sad sea breezes blow gently from tho
oeoan. Tho sigiit that mot them thoro
wa3 vory refreshing, but breezy,
and to oscapo iroin tho zephyrs thoy
returned to tho cabin, and didn't
leavo it until thoy landed at the Iron
Pior.
"Oh, Manwna. Do look at those
wickod boys in the surf. Thoy look
dwoadful "happy. Ain't thoy enjoy
,ing tho bath?" Zolica was right. They
wero.
At tho entrance thoy wero mot by a
missionary from tho Cannibal Islands,
who for tho small sum of ton cents of
fered to show them the olophant. Pro
ceeds to go to tho poor starving Afri
cans on tlio hanks of tho Congo. Ho
looked at them so s woolly and dis
coursed so beautifully that it cost
thirty cents to get away, and tho
hoatiion in Africa got it all.
Method of I'liought.
All, from tho humblest to tho high,
est, need to cultivate a careful aud ac
curate mothod of thought in nil
things. The cause of things and thoir
truo relations to each other do not He
on tho suriaco waning to oo pioKou
lmviug no bearing but that of axsocia
tion. Preiudieos. when sifted to thoir
real origin, will ofton disappear, foara
will dissolve, rootod aversions will be
pulled up as weeds. Ex.
A r . f e . ft M V
John Raskin's Homo.
Pall Mall Gazette.
Three miles away from the village of
Conniston, and on the opposite sido
of the lake, lies Brantwood, the homo
of Prof. Huskin a large, beautiful,
rambling house, with spacious rooms
nnd low ceilings, commanding a view
which is certainly unsurpassed in Eng.
gland for picturesquenes and poetic
beauty. Down the grassy slopes nnd
across the placid, mirror-liko lake tho
spectator looks up at the Old Man of
tho Coniston, rising majestically from
nmong the lesser hills which form tho
middle distance. The village lies away
to the right on the opposite shore; to
the left no habitation interrupts tho
view for four miles or moro, save tho
ivy-grown Coniston hall. On such a
picture, rich with ever-varying color,
fascinating and peaceful, tho great art
critic loves to gaze throughout tho
summer twenty times a day.
Mr. Buskin wns walking in tho ex
tensive grounds adjoining the houso
when I arrival, and pending tho an
nouncement of my visit I was shown
into tho drawing-room to await his
coming. Dwarf and other book-cases
stood against tho walls, which, more
over, wero adorned with beautiful ex
amples of Front, D. G. Bossotti and
others, as well as Mr. Buskin's well
known drawing of tho interior of St.
Mark's at Venice, ono of tho most im
portant efforts. Cases of shells, in
mfinito variety, and of minerals re.
vealed another and less generally
known phase of Mr. Buskin's taste,
and a volumo of "Art in England"
his last series of Oxford lectures lay
upon tho table. I was still examin-.
ing the handsome bindings upon tho
shelves (for tho professor delights in
worthy examples of tho bookbinder's
nrt,) when tho door opened and ho
entered the room.
With his usual genial smilo and en
gaging manner ho said, "I am vory
glad to sco you; I wish you hadn't
como to-day, though." I was prepar
ing to offer apologies when ho con
tinued: "It was beautifully bright and
clear yesterday and tho view was
perfect. To-day it is very black and
you can see nothing. But como with
mo into tho library; wo can talk bet
ter thero and seo better, too, if tho
sun will only shine." And ho preced
ed mo into tho chamber which was en
riched by even a greater profusion of
works of nrt than tho one I had just
left. Numerous exquisite water-colors
of Turner hung nround tho room, a
marvelous example of Lucca della
Bobia's faienco ("fashioned by tho
mastes's own hand and absolutely
perfect," Mr. Buskin said) decorated
tho chimney-piece, bookcases and
drawars full of mineral lined the room
and beautiful books wero scattered
about in artistic confusion.
Bandit Frank James nt ironic.
From a Letter to St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
"Do you belong to any church, Mr.
James?"
"No, sir. I was reared a Baptist,
but my inclinations now aro towards
the Southern Methodists, probably
because they wero so kind to mo when
I was in jail."
Ho said ho spent his days in curry
ing and looking after his horso when
lie has one at the farm, and when ho
lias nothing else to do reads tho news
paper and pays an occasional visit to
town.
It wns easy to understand that
Frank James yielded more possibly to
the demands of his wrecked constitu
tion when he surrendered himslf than
to the demands of law and order.
Ho is in very poor health, and thero
seems from his appearance somo
foundation for tho photographer's
statement that he is dying with con
sumption. He lias not been well for
several years. A few days ago ho visit
ed his mother in Clay County, and
when ho got back homo complained
greatly of the physical torturo ho was
enduring, llis hair is thinning on tho
top of Ins head, his face is sallow and
tho bones show, his long noso is al
most of the samo hue with his yel
lowish mustache, nnd his hands and
fingers aro almost liko that
of a skeleton. Tho veins that
aro seen in tho hands are small, frail
ithreads of blue. It is not easy to bo
liovo that theso hands for twenty
years kept closo companionship with
deadly revolvers and that tho swift
movements of their forlingers havo
cost probably a hundred men their
lives. It is not easy to think that
this fading head, with its then silken
crop of hair, is tho ono for which tho
Stato three years ago kept open a
standing oiler of $20,000; nor that
this frame, now so shrunk that tho
clothes almost flap against tlio limbs,
has seen tho bitterest hardships and
faced tho fiercest dangers. If it wero
not for tho unmistakably "bad eyo"
i and tho unusual development of tho
lower facial features, ono might easily
1 mistake- Frank James for a preacher
suffering from a heavy dose of mala
ria; but tho coldglitter of tho dospnra
doo's eyes is still there, tho slow
measured speech and tho defiant sot
expression of the countenance which
bolongs to men accustomed to valuo
other's lives lightly as they valuo thoir
own. Ho looks no longer liko tlio
"wraith of slaughter" that ho has'
been described. Ho says ho is only
forty-two, but his appearance mnkos
him ns old ns sixty. Ho is n sick and
dying man, and ho needs just suck
rest as ho finds under tho cedar trees
I around tho Bnlston dwelling, with tho
comforting hand his faithful, loving
I young wife, who wns often with him
, m tho snddlo, to sooth his closing
, hours, nnd tho bright faco and glowing
eye of his littlo sovon-year-old boy to
cheer nnd lighten tho dark moments
that aro gathering over bun.
General Cheatham, says tho Atlanta
Constitution, was a good soldier, but
ho was not much of a politician, and
still less a speaker. Sovoral years ago,
when ho and Andrew Johnson woro
canvassing tho state of Tennessee for
election as congressman at large,
Johnson would deliver speeches of fiery
ploquonco, whilo Cheatham would
shake a little manuscript at thocrowd
and then rend from it a statement of
his political creed.
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