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.1 ui We stood Ikst-iMb t!io cliurrli.vurd gn rr t ...... l.i.cl 41. n .In cnta Thn rind waH cliill, tlie hour was Into, Yet did wo Ihig'rhij: (day. Alua thut tlioBo who lovo must part! No tnngtia can ever tell How hard it is with breaklns heart, To BAy "Farewell, farewell!" The autumn Icnvcs enmo drifting down Ahovn ub nnd iiroutMl, TlicirBiiinnu'r ttlory dull and brown, And dying on the ground. Ala thut Uiohc who lovo miiHt parti No tonsiio enn over toll . How Hard it 1h, with bienkinc heart, To Buy "Farewell, larcwclll" And now tho mimmrr comes again; Itcsido the Rntfl wo Htand, And, closely in my own, lull fain I claap iy darling's hand. Oh joy that those who love need pat No morel No tongue ran tell Tho rapture ot tho liuppy heart That no'cr need say "l-aruwell!" SO TERIUBLY JEALOUS. ' Josephine Archer was angry. Sho pursued licrlittlemouth, tightoniiiB the ruby lips till tho last drop of blood scorned to hiivu forsukon them; sho stamped her little foot, and her big brown eyes snapped lire iih who ex claimed in tones savagely hissing: "Oh, tho monster!" that was where tho foot camedown. "And right in tho faco and eyes of society. Kato Bixby and Hello Botindtrly both saw him Kallivuntingdowiithcmn'm street with hor. Oh, oh, old" At this point her voice seemed to fail lier; but presently she continued "Oh, Mr. Henry Oilman, if you don't got piece of my mind when next you insult mo bv vour presence, then I shall miss my guess. Oh, you black hearted, abominable, hypocritical, faithless, wicked, wicked man!" It was a terrible blow for poor Jobo- phino. Sho was a pretty girl and a good girl, only IS years of age; bright, winsome and mostly laughter-loving. But she didn't euro to laugh just now. Sho wan the light, and the joy qf hor liomc an only child the pet and tho playfellow of both father and moth er. Two years previous to this time Ifonry Oilman, Esq., a young lawyer just admitted to the bar, had selected our thriving, growing town as tho Held or his legal labors. IIo had been only ono-and-twenty when ho first came among us, but he was a man of powerful intellect, keen, bright and quick to see and under stand; a ready and Huentspeaker; elo quent when warm in ilebate; scrupu lously truthful and honest; and, with al, handsome, Such a man could not fail, and he did not. Within a twelvemonth after ho had established himself with us ho had gained a lucrative practice, and by the owl oft ho second year, at the ago of SJit, ho was unable toattebd to all who called upon him for professional ser vice. And Henry Oilman had fallen in love with Josephine Archer, and she hud fallen in lovo with him; some of her most intimate friends said she had fallen desperately inlove; and wo think they were right. When the young lawyer spoke with lior parentH on tho subject of his lovo thoy wore rejoiced. They knew not an other man in all tho world whom they would have chosen in preference to him for their daughter's husband. Thoy knew how light-hearted and im pulsive and ellervescont she was, and thoy believed that ho possessed tho qualities, both of head and heart, nec essary to her happiness. Oilman had tola Mr. Archer frankly that ho possessed nothing of worldly roods upon which to depend for a liv ing. His father had died when he was fi, leaving enough of property for tho Burtort of his mother, with enough to fimsh bis education. On thn day that I passed my exam ination ami was admitted to the bar 7 censed to draw from theseantystoro my father left, and f promised my mother that while she lived I would not draw another penny; and 1 only pray that sho may live to enjoy tho very last farthing of it ." Ho tho lover had been accept od by nil concerned, and all had been very happy in view of the compact. But a cloud had arisen, as wo have coo, und a storm was threatened. More than oncohud Josophinopvoin iaod her lover that she would never, never allow thu spirit of jealousy to possess her. He had quickly seen how ardent and impulsive sho wus, and he had told licr: "My darling, it you should over har bor tho green-eyed monster in your koHOtn, you would bo very unhappy. Jt would poison your blood and em bitter ovory thought and' feeling. Ho, my dear, dear girl, don't you do it." And siiu had promised that she would not. And yot sho had let tho mounter in. She was about as jealous as a woman could bo, awl it was on account of a Mounting, young widowtho widow Kitty Coryden. Tho very name was enough to make one uvilous. "Kitty Corydent" Jo.:ephine pronounced tho nnmo a hundred time-), awl if its fair owner could have heard her shewould surely liftvo boon frightened. Tho vindictive, hissing, savage tones wen significant of direct vengeanco. "Josephine what is tho matter with your" It was tho Hint time Henry hod railed upon her since she hud "boon in toniiiMl of his treachery. "What in tho world is it, darling?" he urged, attempting to put an arm around hor. Hut sho pushed him in dlcnaiitly away. And you ask mo what it. is?" lie stood back, und locked upon her in utter bewilderment. For tho hie ol him he could not understand it; and ho told her so. "Vnti can't understand it?" shobpito fuliy exclaimed. "Indeed I cannot." "7'hen," she said, drawing a long, deep breath and bestowing upon him a look which she thought would anni hilate him, "you had better go and ask vour pretty widow your sweet Ivittv Coryden!" A bomb bursting nt his feet could not have startled him more deeply; but it was only for tho mo ment. Ho was a man whoso conscious in tegritywhose ever present sense of truth and honor rendered him imper vious to fear from such attack. Presently tho look of consternation gave way "to a pitying smile, and ho gently said: , "Poor child, who has been whisper ing that nonsense into your ear'" "Oh! its noui-em-e, is it? Perhaps there isn't any Kitty Coryden?" "J)ut there Is; and sho has called up on me at my ollice." "Yes, undyoii are going to find a house for her here in our villago?" "I have promised her that I will do so." "Oh, how coolly you take it!" "Hut, my dcnr'Josephine, will you listen to nie for just one minute. Let me " "No, sir! I will not! I want noth ing more to do with you. Oo to your Kitty! Oh, don't tell me! She's been in your ollice, how ninny times? And -and" "Well, what more? Lot us havctho whole clwirge." "Oh. didn't von didn't you only yesterday, when she got out of tho coach, didn't you oh, you false-hearted man!" "Didn't I what, .Tosey?" "Don't call mo Joseyl Don't ever dare to do it againl Oh, you took Kitty in your arms " "No, no, I deny l hat in toto," broko in Henry, smiling in spiteof his efforts to the contrary. "Well, you you kissed iicr! So there!" ".My dear Josephine, to that I plead guilty." "You you do!" gasped the stricken jjirl, utterly confounded by the man's impervious audacity. Sho struggled up from the blow, and pointed to the door. "There! there, sir.is tho door! Go! and never let mo look upon your faco again. Not a word. Ihaveheard enough. t!o!" He gazed upon hor for a brief space a. few seconds and then with Home thing very much like a smilo upon his frank and honest fuca, he turned and left the room and left the house, say ing to himself as he went: "Poor child! I will not biamo ha lf sho did not lovo mo truly and well, . she would not feel so deeply." He know very well who had made the mischief. A certain maiden, who had sought in vain to win his smiles who had thrown herself almost into his arms repetendly.and whom ho had been I forced to repulses-had seen his fair client alight at tho door of his ollice, and had very likely, seen him kiss her; for he had done that thing; and had done it most lovingly. Meanwhile an unhappy maiden sat all alone in the great drawing-room of Judge Archer's (ho had been judge of probate) imposing residence. Sho had never in all her hfo been so unhappy before. As sho called back the face of her lover, and again, infancy, heard the rich music of'liis voice, she could not believe that he was a traitor. Could he be false to her? Oh, she would not believe it! "And yet yet that kiss Kato and Hello both saw it; or Kate did, at any rate. And he acknowledged it, too! Oli, that is too much. If he had a sis tor, orconsin.or anythingof that kind but ho has not he has told mo so himself." Thus sat the maiden of tho crushed and bleeding heart, buried beneath an uvalancho of horror and despair; horror-stricken at the perfidy other lover, and .in despair because he would never come back to her never any more thus pale and shivering when her father and mother entered the room. They looked at her in wonder and alarm. "Josephine! mv dear child! what in tho world is the meaning of this? What So spake tho judge, with a hand laid tenderly upon his daughter's head, and his voice betraying an emotion deep and fervent. Sho did not answer him. Sho only bent her head lower, and sobbed more violently. Then her mother spoke, but without the depth of emotion that had characterized tho speech ol her father: "Josephine, this is uothingbut a lov er s quarrel; ana an on your part, i u bo bound. You've been doing some thing foolish." Tho girl was upon her feet upon the instant, her hands clenched, her teeth set, and her eyes Hashing. "A lover s quarrel, hiiegnspea. "un mv nnrr. Oh vim don't know von don t know what tho the wrotchlias been doing. Ho is false! fa No! false!" "Hut, my dear child, what lias he been doing?" "lie's done enough. I am not his first love not his truolovo. She-eihe lias followed hiiii here hisswoet Kitt C'orvden. ml ho hugged hor and and kissed her on the very sidewalk! His what?-his who?" asked the judge, choking and gaspingashespoko . "His Kitty Coryden!" snapped the iKiiidon with terrible vindictiwnoss. TheolTeet upon her father was mar velous. Ho sank down into chair, his face pulTed and purple, and wher. ho could enroll his breath lie hurst in to nn uproarious lit of laughter; am.' ho was laughing with the tenrsstroam ing down his checks, when thodooi communicating with tho front hal. was unceremoniously opened, and Kilter Henry Oilman, Ksq.. loading ' bo tho liand aliidv for a lady sho cor- tiunly was a nuld-oyed, Hwetit-facod I woman, twtito and nhinm. a wealth o! golden brown trewsus oso-aplng from bo noatn a luunty little hat ot moo an ostrich feathers in short, n woman whom anybody might have loved at night, for sho was not only very beau tiful, but sho looked good, and true, and brave. Sho was certainly older than was Harry Oilman; but, then, many a match had been made between parties morewidly separated by ago than were those two. However, Henry led tho lady for ward and presented her first to the host and hostess. "Judge Archer and Mrs. Archer. I have tho pleasure of introducing to yon my mother! And a mother good and true she has been to inc." The judge had recovered himself im mediately upon the entrance of tho now comers, and he was not at nil tair tirised bv the introduction. I Henry had spoken with him on the subject of finding a house such as his I mother would like to live in, for ho ! had persuaded her to come and make her homo near him, if not with him. I Mrs. Archer was surprised, for she ' had not heard that Henry was expect ; ing his mother's arrival, and sho w;ns furthermore surprised upon beholding in that mother a woman so young and so beautiful; but she manifested none cf surprise m her "reeling, winch was warm and ardent. It remained for poor Josephine to bo dumbfounded. Henry had often spo ken of his mother; had tcjld how- good sho had always been to him; how she had paid out'of her own store, for his comfort and convenience while in col lege, far more than she wus legally bound to do. She had, in fact, anticipated his wants and supplied them cheerfully, and oven joyously. "Josephine," he said, as ho turned to where she stood, struggling with all her might to recover her scattered sen ses, "this is my own dear motherland this, mamma, N my own dear Jose phine; and I hope you will lovelier for mv sake ns well as your own." while Josephine, with thoughts of hor lover's perfidy driven from her mind, held the mild-eyed woman by tho hand, thinking how easy it would he to lovo her, 1 lenry proceeded, speak ing to the family: "1 think I have never told you my mother's name. You will pardon me, mamma. My father died, us you know, when'f was 15 years of age. Three years later my mother married again married with Judge Coryden of Swnnport." At this point Joscphino started with a quick gasp. "At the end of a year, however," the voting man went on, "tho judge died. My niother.of course, retains his name, biit sho seldom speaks of him; and when old friends, who know not of this second marriage, call her by tho old I name1, she never corrects them. In fact, . most of her letters by post oonicdiiec- ted to Mrs. Kate Oilman." Then he turned onceiiioreto Josoph ino who stood like ono struggling be neath the weight ofa terrible incubus, and said to her with a merry twinkle in his keen gray eyes: "So now, my darling, you know my sweet Kitty Coryden, and I think you will not take it further amiss" Hefore he could speak further, her little white hand was clasped over his I mouth, and she found strength to whisper in his ear: "Oh, Harry, don't don't! if you can lovo mo still. say no more till wo are alone." And when, later, they were alone, Joscphino humbled herself completely. She saw her glaring fault. It was not that sho had been hurt at heart by what she had heard of her lover, but it was this: That she had not confidence enough in him to ask for an explanation. Jit short she would have sacrificed tho happiness ofa lifetime to a pas sion and tho prejudice of a moment. Josephine is now a happy wife, with beautiful children laughing and play- ling around her, and from that time that miserable evening on which she made the acquaintance of sweet Kitty Coryden sho has not for a moment harbored the green-eyed monster in her bosom. She entertained tho de mon once, and she never will enter tain him again. And that same sweet Kitty Coryden . is a joy and a blessing in her home, ' and if her children were better, bright ' or and more healthful and helpful than I children of the sanio age generally are, sho feels in her heart that she owes it all to the firm yet gentle and loving ministrations tender and tireless of their grandmother that same grandmother of whom she was onco upon a time so terribly jealous. ItebuUo Tor Silly Girls and Their Parents. From die Kenton Dully Advertiser. Nearly fifty young women received tho bachelor's degree to admit a slight contrnuiction in terms at Smith college on Wednesday. No doubt each one had properly qualified herself for this distinction. Hut when one finds among tho names of these graduates Nellies and Carries and Jennies, and oven a Yirgio and an Aniie, it does not seem as if tho gravo lot t era A. H. will well becomo their owners. One does not see Ooorgies and Fi ed dies in the list of those who graduated at Harvard College. It may be hoped that soinetuno be fore the era when wo havo women tor governors and senators tho mothers of tho land will overcome their fond ness for having their daughters bap tized with nicknames, or that tho daughters wil discard such daughters will have dignity enough to manners wnen iney es cape) from girlhood. Tho Chinese wall is over 1 ,000 miles long, but is not continuous, being a mere bivast work where the mountains nro previpitous, and is surmounted with towers no more than 40 foot hUh where tho chances for attack nro tin- usually favorable. It is not milew high nor hundreds of yards broad, Tho old stories in -'tunt books of travels won) mostly imaginary, and as is now Romutiine'tho fashion, wuroox- aggeratod for the purpose of selling the books. DUMBER 49?, vi.. cr Journal. Some years ago I was making a sketching tour in tho West country, and found myself onoSeptember after noon on Dartmoor, a few miles from Princes Town. I had been strolling lazily aboutfor some time, when I suel denly came upon a bit of moorland, which I decided it was imperatively' my duty to transfer to canvas, bo I sat down on a mossy bowlder, and was soon diligently at work, and ab sorbed in the task of trying to repre sent the lovely autumnal tints on stream, rock and heather. Intent on my picture, I took no note of time, till suddenly I perceived the shadow ;;ctting ominously long; and consult ing my watch, I found it was past fivo o'clock, and that unless I made a speedy start I should hardly reach Princes Town bcforcnightfall; so I hast ily packed up my traps, deciding that I would come and finish the sketch on tho following day. I was just lighting my pipe, prepara tory to starting, when I fancied that I saw something move behind a large rock a few yards away and I heard what fcounded very like a smothereel couh. I was a bit startled, as, save thehirds, no Jiving thinghadbeen near mc for hours; but I thought I would fceo what it was, so I walked up to tho snot, and pushing aside the hidi bracken, was going to. ox.amino tho place, when suddenly a figure rose up and confronted mc. I am not a ner vous man, but I must confess I got a ptart as Isawbeforc moa man e'lothed in convict garb, baro-headed, wild and dishevelled. Even in my first alarm I remember I noticed the number -102 on his clothes, and I don't fancy I shall ever forget that .number. I grasped my stick firmly nnd thought to myself that I was, so to speak, in a very nice little fix. Con victs are not pleasant neighbors at any time; but a tete-a-tete with nn escaped convict on a lonely moor, miles from any house, is decidedly an interview not tc be desired. However my fears speedily subsideel for my convict did not seem at all dis posed to make himself disagreeable, but merely stood looking at me, trem bling in every limb, and from tiino to time coughing in a way that shook his wasted frame all over, Poor chap! ho was a piteous spectacle his prison dress just hanging abouthini, ho look ed like a" living skeleton. The situation was awkward to mo. As a law-abidii:g citizen I felt that it was my duty to take some means of restoring him to the establishment at Princes Town, which he had evidently quitted without leave; while, as an ordinary human being, I felt tho sin ceres t pity for the haggard fellow who stood there gazing at mo with hollow, feverish eyes. However, the contest between duty and compassion was speedily put an end to by No. -102 him self, for after a more than usually racking cough, his legs gave way under him and he rolled down among the bracken. Duty lied; compassion won the day. I went and picked him up and propped him with his back against 'n rock, where ho gasped and i;hokcdtill I really thought he would die then and there. In a minute or two, however, he revived, and in a very faint awl feeble voice said: "I'm nigh starved, guv'nor; I guess it's about up with me." I went back to get some sandwiches out of my caseand offered thewu to him; lie seized them eagerly, and began te cat them ravmously; but again a ter rible tit of coughing came on, and he sank back sa-ing: "It ain't no use; I can't eat now; s'spoo I'm gono too far." Here was a pleasant position. Tho man was evidently in tho last stage of exhaustion; and even my tin practiced eyo could see that No. 402 hud his days, orcvon hours, numbered. I moistened his Hps with some brandy out of my flask, and saw, to my satisfaction hat this produced a decided improvement. Hut what in the world I should do next perplexed me sorely, so I repe'ate'd the doso of brandy and took council with myself us to the next moves rndortho influence of the brandy my patient propped himself up again, and with great difficulty told mo how lie had escapeHUiointheconvict prison threv days before, and had wandered over the moor till want of food and exposure huel to use his own words "spoilt his own game," and ho was go ing hack to prison to give himself up. Seeing mo sketching, and feeling his strength almost gone, ho had decided to surrender himself to mo; but when he got near the poor fellow's courage failed him, and he had crawled away behind the rock whero I had eliscover ed him. I did not think ho would die in quod; but I kept my thoughts to myself, for I felt sure t'.mt before tho prison could bo reached No. -102 would bo far enough away, and it would only bo a suit of con -let clothes on a poorskole ton Unit would enter the gloomy gate. "Look hero, my poor chap," said I, "you can't stop here; you must let me carry you us well as I can, nnd I must try and get you back to the prison." I felt rat nor mean as I said this, for I did pity .litn heartily. I knew noth ing about his crimes. Ho might havo betn thogroattttt villain; yet I felt for him having iust tasted liberty and having to o back to captivitv;'and a single glance at him showed pretty plainly that tho prison could not hold him long, oven if wo over got there. I expected some attempt at resistance; but, to my surprise, ho quietly ne-qui-csml, saying: "All right, guv'nor; it can't bo o!ped I've had my try, but sunmiat tola as 1 wouldn't sueverd." It was now getting late, nnd tho sun was just down, so there wiw no time to bo lost, as wo had a long wnv to go, nnd I was rather doubtful about my powers of carrying him, for ho was or had Ik"0u of a toltrnblo size ami weight; hut now ho looked Hitch a mora bundle of bono, that I thought I might nan.ige it ' Vt nuy rnto, there was nothing lo do but to try; so I hoisted him up on my back and started off in tho directiou'of Prineo.xs Town. If.l.all not easily forget that journey; it soon grew unite" dark, ns I toiled on over tho lonely road, with frequent halts to rest, while poor No. 402 grew weaker and weaker, und his terrible cough nioro and more fre quent. We had gono, Iwupposc, about three miles, when I began to feel that it was quite impossible for nio to nc complisli tho remaining distance, ns it wus so dark that I stumbled painfully over the rough path, and at each stumble my burden groaned with pain, nnd coughed so dismally, that I felt my well-inennt endeavors were only putting him to coniploto torture; so I stopped, laid him on tho grass, and tolcl him that we would not try to go on till the moon rose. "All right, guv'nor," said he. feebly, and fell back fainting; so I administered thclastfow drops of brandy I had left, covered hint up as well as I could with my coat, propped his head upon my sketching case, sat down by his side, and won dered what would 'bo tho end of my ad venture1. 1 looked nt my watch nnd saw that it was nine o'clock. Tho moon, I knew would not rise till nearly midnight, so wchad three hours to watt. I think those three hours were the longest ever passed in my life. The silence and tho loneliness of the moor wero terrible, nnd No. 492 lay with his eyes closed, und, save for "an occasional groan, might havo been dead. Once or twice he tried to s'.enk, but apparently it was beyond his powers, and ho fell DflCK again exhausted. Unco ho put out his hand, caught mine, and to my great surprise, carried it to his lips and kist-ed it. I am not much used to hav ing my hand kissed at any time, and should probably under any circumstan ces, feel tho situation embarrassing; but to have it kissed by a dying con vict out on Dartmoor, in the niiddlo of the night, was a novel experience. I did not mean to hurt tho feelings of No. 402, but I drew it away some what hastily; and then, seeing his lips move, as if ho was trying to say something, I bent over him to listen, and in a voice little more than a whis per, ho said: "Hog your pardon, sir; but you have been precious kind to me, and I feels weak and silly; didn't mean no offense." I hastened with somo compunction to reassure him that I was not offend ed; and again lie closed his eyes; and around us onco more was silence. At last, to my great joy, tho sky brightened up a 'bit; the outlines of the trees became more distinct, and tho moon appeared over the hills, and shot a flood of silver light all over tho moor. My spirits, which had fallen i below zero, revived considerably; dark ness lias at all times a depressing in lluence, and under my pecuiiarcircuni stances, had reduced me to u most pro found melancholy. I felt quite glad to see the moon rise, though, beyond the fact of being able to see whero wo were, it did not materially assist mo out ol the fix I was in. I looked at No. 402 and ho seemed to bo asleep I did not like to wako him, so 1 got up quietly, intending to walk to tho top of a hill close by, and sen! if I could discover tho lights of PrincesH Town, or any houso nearer, to which I might direct my steps. I was not gone long perhaps half an hour; and when I came back, I found No. 402 with his eyes wide open, and to my great surprise though I don't know why I should havo been so sur prisedtears running down his checks. Really, my ideas about convicts wero bccoiiiming quite upseit; ono who fur tively kissed my hand, and who wept was. I thought, indeed an anomaly. I bent over him and asked him if ho was in worse pain, or what was t he matter. Poor fellow! he lifted his wasted hand, drew it across his eyes, and said: "No; I ain't in no pain now, sir; but I woke from a bit of dozo and saw that you was gone; and I thought as how you had left me; and somehow I felt lone-some and afeared" and then a great sob shook him." 1 assured him that I was not going tolonvohim, and he appeared com forted. Then, after a pauso, said: "I ain't one ns has been much afeared in my time, sir; but,somehow,now I can't 'el'p it; it seems all of a tremble; audit Jooks awful dark ahead of mo, and I bo so weak I elon t seom ablo to lace it no-how. I longed truly to bo ablo to help him, and wished it with all my heart that I could do it bettor; but feeling rather nshaiued, I tried to tell No. 402 something about a strong Hand which will help m the dark valley, and Ono who will be near us when of ourselves, ns ho said, "wo don't seem to bo ablo to faco it nohow." Ho listened atten tively and then closetl his eyes, mur muring something Icouldnotcatch. "It ain't no ttso my trying to got away, guv'nor," said lie, sadly; "I'm that weak I can't walk a stop. 1 couldn't escape now, not if a carriage-and-four was waiting for mo. l'dwan't a tittss to lift me up into it. Guess I'll die in quod after all." After a pause, J asked him if he would trv to go on ncain. "All right. guv'nor; you knows best," was his an swer, but very faint and fevble. Well, I picked him up agutn, and oil I started. Hy this time tho moon was hi.T,h up, so wo progressed a good devil faster than before, and had traversed n considerable distance before I had to stop and put my bunion down. Even then, 1 could havo gone a bit further, but No. -102 whispered : "St op. sir, now; :.. ..!.. t .i t ...... .. .-....( I,..,. ' 11 illll l III) UM', i;uuiuiiiiuiui. I laid him down, and saw nt n glance that our journey together was about to end. In tho moonlight ho looked fhnstly and wan; and ns I laid lint down, a voilent fit of coughing came on, nnd after it a red stream Haw ed from his mouth. Poor fellow! thought I, nnd yet I could hardly pity him really, for tohim death must have e'onio ns a two friend. Ho Iny (juiet for somo time, nnd I wiped the blood from his lips; then, just ns tho firt-t grny streak of dawn appeared, he raised himself on his elbow and whis pered; "I've been a bad 'un I knows, but I did'nt 'avo no chance. .Sayabit of prayer for me, sir." 1 hero was no refusing; nnd ns I fin bhed.his face lighted up, nnd again re , pontine; hi formula, "All right, guv' nor," he fell back dead. IIo hadsuc- ' eciidod in his escape, after ail. t I covereil up fhe body, rind think ing no one would bo likely to cone near the1 spot, I drew it aside near the rock which I should recognize again, nnd started off, walking briskly to Princes town, considering ninny tilings I by the way. I went to theprison.nnd came oacK wiinsome wantons to snow them the spot; and, as 1 wus obliged to await the inquest. I attended tho funeral of poor No. 402. I trust in the "Other Land" it may '.5- for him as for many of us for whom it has been all wrong "All right." Tho Story of William Tell. The new United States Minister to Switzerland having been requested by th6 government to niako inquiries ns to tho authenticity of the story of William Tell, tho following, from "Myths nnd Dreams," by Edward Clodd, may prove interesting: Everybody has heard how in the year l.107 (or, as some say, 1200; Gosslcr, Yogt (or Governor) of tho Emperor Albert of Ilapsburg, set a hat on a pole ns a symbol of tho Imperial-power, and ordered every ono who passed by to do oboisunco to it; and. how a mountaineer named Wilhelm Tell, who hated Gossler and tho tyranny which the symbol expressed, passed by with out saluting the hat, and was at once seized and brought before Gessler, who ordered that as a punish ment Tell l ..il l i i I . I i Miouta snoot nn nppio on uio neau oi his own son. As resistance wus vain, th nppio was plnced on tho boy's head, when Tell bent his bow, and tho arrow, piercing the apple, fell with it to the ground. Gessler saw that Tell, be fore shooting, had stuck a second ar row in liis belt, and, akingthorofison, received this for answer "It wus for you; had I shot my child, know that this would have pierced your heart." Now, tin story first occurs in tho chronicle of Melchior Huss, who wrote at the end of the fifteenth century i. c, about 1 70 years after its reputed occurrence. The absence of any ref erence to it in contemporary records caused doubt to be thrown upon it three centuries ago. Guillimanii, tho author of a work on Swiss antiquities, published in 150S, calls it a fable, but subscribes to tho current belief in it because tho talo is so popular! Tho race to which ho belonged is not yet extinct. A century and a half later a moro fearless sceptic, who said that the story was of Danish origin,, was condemned by the Canton of Urt to bo burnt alive, and in the well-timed nb soijce of the offender his book was or dered to be burned by tho common hangman. Hut the truth is great, and prevails. G. von Wyss, the Swiss his torian, has pointed out that tho name of Wilhelm Tell does not occur oven once in the history of the three can tons, neither is there any trace that a Yogt named Gessler over served the house of Ilapsburg there. Moreover, the legend does not correspond to any fact of a period of oppressions ef the Swiss at tho hands ot their Austrian rulers. "There exist in contemporary rec ords no instances of wanton courage and insolence on the Ilapsburg side. It was the object of that power to ob tain political ascendancy, not to in dulge its representatives in lust nnd wanton insult," and. whero records of disputes between particular persons oc cur, "the symptoms of violence, as natural enough' npiear rather on tho siilo of the Swiss than on that of the aggrandising Imperial houso." Candour, nowever, requires that tho "evidence" in support of tho legend should bo stated. There is tho foun tain on the suppof-ed site of tho linie troe in the mnrket-placo at Altdorf by which young Tell stood, as well as tho colossal plaster statue of tho hero himself which confronts us ns wo enter tho quaint village. But moro than this, tho veritable cross-bow itself is preserved in the arsenal 'at Zurich! However, although tho little Toll's chape'l, as restored, was opened with n national fete, in the presence of two members of tho Federal Council, in June, ISSii, the Swiss now admit in their school teaching that their story is legendary. Queer Visitors AYho Take G rover by the llnnd Every Day. Washington Special to tho Dispatch. There is a queer crowd at tho Excct: ti vo Mansion every day to shako hands with tho President. Ho gives his pub lic audience in tho East. room daily at 1 o'clock, and thero gather men, wom en and children, mostly strangers and non-residents, to take him by tho hand. One fellow came cocked nnd primed with a set speech. Howasniear the end of tho lino, and us ho got to the President ho ruined his voico grand iloquently and snid: "I am honored, sir, to boallowed to take t liis hand. Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by the son of Now York. 1 nm " and hero tho usher fiml him past his mark to tho President's great relief. A little girl conies noxt and says: "Mr. President, 1 want to give you n good shake, on for myself and one for my little brother Willie," and the childish eves sparkled. "Toll vour little brother Willie," paid the President, emilingashograsp cd the tender hand, "that I would like to havo him come and give mo a good bhake for himself." Tho crow d pasod on, and a brace ol pretty girls took their turn. The President is very liuninn, and if he held on to tho maidenly hands a lit tlo longor and pressed them a little more tenderly, it was but natural. Farmers and mechanics and matron and dtule-a and pcoplo of ovory decree tako their turn and pass out. Feu onch the President has a word or a stnilo or both, replying with happy taut to tho various remarks. It is only a moment, but to'inorit oHIk visitors it is a momout of a lifetime.