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"SOMEaiOTIIKK'SClIlLD. From the Philldelphia Letter. At homo or nwitr. in the nlly or street. Whurovcr I chanco In this wide world to meet A girl that is thoughtless, or a boy tlint in w ( . Mr heart echoes softly, '"TIs some moth cr'8 cliild." And when I see those o'er whom lonjjycnrs have rolled. Whoso hearts have crown ImnlcnoJ, whose HliirilH uru cold: He it woman nil fallen, or innn nil defiled, A voice'wmspir Hboftly. "Ahlsomomoth cr'n child. No matter how from tho rifdit bIio hns strnvrd: No matter what Inroads dishonor lias made. No matter what elements cankered the nearl Thouch tnrniHhcd and sullied, she is koiih. mother's fjirl. No matter how wny ward his footstepshavo been; No matter how deep ho in sunken in fiin; No matter how low is Iiih standard otjoy Tliotiuh s'liit-.v and loathsome, hu ihhoimo mother h boy. That heaii hatli been pillowed on Home ten der breast; That form hath been wept o'er, those lips biivn been prrssoi; That houI hath been prayed for, in tones sweet and mild; Tor her huIso deal gently with somo mother's child. A DREAMER OF DREAMS. From tho London Temple liar. Jam e.s Bond hnd reached tho ma turo age of 10, when tho caHiial smile of a woman changed the wholu tenor of his existence, ilo met her in Wost botirno Grova, one Anttnnnafternoon, and, though she smiled not at him, hut at aii old crossing-sweeper wlio was thanking her with excessive volu bility for a sixpence, yefc her beautiful face was ho charged witli sweetness that thero aroso within liim a , now sensation which hn could not define. "Can tliis bo love?" he naked himself gazing earnestly after tho graceful fig uro disappearing around the corner. "Pshaw! it is absurd. I don't even know hername." H continued his walk more slowly towa d Kensington Gardens whero la wns avcustoincd to go for his daily coustitutitional. "What is love?" he proceeded. "Unity tho dovetailing ofnngels the meeting of extremes; therefore depend ent upon tho logical faculties which alone can classify, separate and unite. Consequently withou t thorough knowl edge, love is impossible. Vet her siuilo was sweet yes, it certainly was very sweet." At tho thought of that exqui site vision tho dull gray eyes brighten ed, and tho sallow, enroworn faco wore a peculiarly soft expression. Bond rented lodgings dingy rooms, Jittered with books and papers, from which his landlady was forbidden to roinovo tho dust, Ilo was seldom there, however, for ho lived in dreams, tho construction of which occupied most of his time, to tho exclusion of more solid work. Why should ho work? Io hiinselt did jioh see tho need, for tho proceeds of a fellowship supplied him with food and books. If his clothe.i worn shabby ib was from want of thought vat tier than from want of means. A tall, gaunt, black boarded man, with rounded shoulders, ho went about liko a scarecrow, a moHt tempting object for tho small boys in tho neighborhood to pelt with jokes nnd orange peel. Walking homeward through a back street ho mot a number of them just turned loose from a Board School. They wore engaged in tormenting a cat held firmly by a string around its neck. At another time liond would hnvogono swiftly by, anxious only to escape to peaeo and quietness, but now it wns diU'eront why, ho could not tell. Homo causes are too subtle for analysis. "My good children," hesaid advanc ing nervomly, "you shouldn't do that you know." Tlioy turned and faced him, a dubi ous group, ready to assail or llee, ac cording as ho showed weakness or strength. "Why do you bent tho unfortunato animal?" ho pursued. "Cos it's mino," replied tho red headed young urchin who held tho string. "Highly illogical, my boy." "Findin's is keopin's, you know, guv'nor. Master wollops mo, so I wollopa my cat." "Human, no doubt, but not hu mane," said liond with nsmilo. "Will you sell it?" They opened their eyes and grinned at ono another. Alter a pause tho young spokesman demanded: "I say, guv'nor, what'll yor give?" "Ten shillings. See hero they are. Is that enough?" Needless to say tho bargain was struck on tho spot. liond paid tho money, put tho cat under his arm and walked oil, followed by yells of laugh ter. In his threndbnro clothes ho cer tainly looked an ungainly ilguro at any time, hut tho struggles of thesleok and handsome tabby to free herself from his embrace made him a more than usually remarkable object. "Now, why did 1 buy this creature?" ho lu-ked himself. "Wns a hatred of cruelty tho solo motive? No; en eh act ia tho resultant of two or more forces. Though the comparison may bo car ried too far, tho eat naturally suggests woman; she is tho old maid's com panion; why not the old bachelor's as well? J am lonely. Thero wo get to tho bottom of tho matter selfishness under tho guise of beneficence. Not quite, tho bottom, howovor; why more lonely to-day than yesterday? Hut utayj only a fool searches for iirst caiiHiis, Ah, yes; hor audio was very sweet.' 1 Though tho wenthor wns by no menus cold ho hud a lie lighted in his sitting room, in order that his now pot should enjoy tho cheerful bliue. Abundantly firovided with milk, the catsoon made lereolf quite at home. Hor master, After silently contemplating hor for a fW minutes, let his thouehts wander ttway Into tho realms 6f fancy. He had already given a name to the Fnir Unknown, and that name wns UutalUr tho prettiest ono lie could think of. lie depicted her in her homo surrounded by smiling fnecs all uniting to render homage to tho beautiful Eulalie; and then he saw her in another homo no less happy, him self her vis-a-vis and solo admirer. Somehow or other the cat purring on tho hearth-rug at his feet seemed to bo a link between them, it wns absurd, no doubt; ho tried to strugglo back in to a more rational mood but nil in vain; he seemed to have drifted into another sphero in which reason was unknown. Next morning Bond went out into tho CSrovc again. He wnsout ofsorts, ho told himself, and wanted a walk badly. And yet lie lingered among the shops, looked absently into tho win dows, and with furtive anxiety at tho passero-by. Uut of a sudden he turned scarlet, for on the other sido of tho street was Eulalie a queenly woman, tall and stately, charmingly dressed, with a fringe of dainty little brown curls on her forehead, and a face like an angel's. People turned to look at her as she went by; had they bowed down before her liond would scarcely hnvo felt surprised. She was attend ed by a couple of handsome men ono deferential, the other more observant of tho sights around. Her brothers commented liond, who had squeezed himself into a doorway, and peeped timidly at her over tho bonnets of two elderly ladios. As each passing cab momentarily shut her out of his sight his breath came fnst nnd thick; ho al most feared lest ho should never be hold hor again. Ilo saw her enter a shop, nnd presently coino out again. tiuto unconscious ot the existence ot her shabby admirer, she proceeded on her way and soon disappeared in the crowd. Then with tho desperate courngo which is perhaps most common in timed men, liond pint mod into tho shop and asked the assistant her naine. "You mean the lady who wns look ing nt theso gloves?" inquired the dap per youth, pausing in his task of re turning them to tho box m order to slaro with evident amusement nt his nb- tho , of questioner. ' J ho ladyr repeated liond, scntly. Thero wns but one in whole world for him. "Yes, yes course. "I don't know her nnme, sir." liond looked disappointed. But see ing a pnir of gloves which had iust been tried on he pounced upon them eagerly. What was this strange thrill that went through and through him? 1 ho touch of a vanished hnndr Sympathy? Surely he was traveling tno road to knowledge. "I want a pair of gloves," ho said. "Thcso will do very nicely." "They nro ladies, sir," suggested tho assistant. "Oh, they'll do. My hands nre not largo." Ho blushed as he spoke, for thov were huge. "Shall I pur them in a paper, sir?" "Paper! Yes, wrap them up care fully. Gloves are apt to bo soiled in tho pocket." It was not a very rational act ho had just committed, nnd yet ho con trived to'eovor it neatly with littlo pretenses and so disguise its real pur port. Wns not hen student of litiinan nature, and wns not the hand an in dex to character, and was not tho glovo an index of tho hand? Here, then, ho was starting at tho beginning of things, as beeam a sound philoso pher. So, for the purpose of his study, no laid tho gloves on tho table bo fore him ami riveted his gnzo upon them. He oven pressed them passion ately to his lips, an act that made him blush as deeply as if Eulnlio herself had witnessed it. Had not she touched thoin. And, ah! what a sweet smile sho had! Logic could not fathom that, but ho recognized its truth, nev ertheless. During tho ensuing forthnight Bond went out every morning in tho hope of getting a brief glimpse of tho charming iMilnlie, and, when successful, returned brimful of happiness. Tho rest of tho day ho invariably spent in building castles constructing now settings for hisgoni. It was a delightful occupa tion, this continual intercourse with Ins divinity. Though she knew him not, probably had neveroven seen him, they two lived an ideal life together. Wher ever she went this shabby bookworm whom, it may be, she would not have deigned to notice, accompanied her in fancy; lie dined, walked, talked and laughed with her; he invested her with every virtue, set her m a perfect homo, and provided her with every comfort, content himself to bo her devoted slave and minister to her wants. In accordance with this theory Bond attributed to Kulnlie qualities tho very opposite of his own, or rather, what ho supposed to bo his own, for ho sot a very humble value upon him self. Ho made her out to bo all that is pure and lovely. "Shoisgonerous," ho said; "did she not give sixpeuco to a crossing-sweeper? . 1 nover gave six pence to a eroding-sweeper in my life. My temper is vilo, hers is sweetness it self. Did I not see her smile? Sho is tho most beautiful woman in tho world. I am the incarnation of ugli ness." He looked in the glass and paw it wns true. And so ho had no difficulty in constructing his golden image, before which he, a vilo crenturo of clay, meekly bowed his head nnd did obeisance. There was a strange pathos in tho love of this solitary student for an unknown woman, whose influence, un consciously exerted, had gone far be yond tho limits of her personal ac quaintance. Had it done nothingelso it would hnvo rained him above tho dreary level which ho had so long oc cupied, but it presently tool; a more practical turn. When ho beheld his cheerless rooin.thocat, the only home ly thing in it, and thought of that perfect home of his fancy, there Hashed into his mind the question, Where is the money tocomefrom? This thought fell upon him like a thunderclap; it throw him into a stupor out of which he emerged tremblig. Awakened to tho reality of Ids dream, tho strong man girded up his 1 loins and put forth thoHtrengthiwhich ; had hitherto lain dormant. Though he could not forego the pleasure of see- ' ins Kulnlie every day if possible, the , afternoon and o cniugs were bene forth devoted to work. Many yoar3 ( before ho had begun to writo a book which ho hnd not had the energy to finish; ho now took it up ngnin, nnd worked nt it day nnd night. Fame and fortuno opened out before him; useless beforo they had now become . priceless, for did they not lead to ' how the blood coursed in his veins nt tho thought Eulalie! Dissatisfied with tho condition of his rooms, he hnd them Bwept. So, much to tho landlady's surpriscand delight, the dust was cleared awny, tho furni ture put in order, nnd n tolerable air of comfort restored. It was by no menus tho perfect homo ho bad de picted, but it wns, nt any rate, one step nearer. I Tho cat -that subtle bond of union ' between him and her had grown quite friendly. As lie wrote she often sat on tho table and blinked wonderingly nt the round-shouldered scholar bending over his desk, his sallow faco flushed with his exertions, and his dull eyes brightening as his pen raced over the pnper. The pile by his side, smnll nt first, daily grew in magnitude, and the book upon which so much depended was nearly finished. But about this time a dreadful un easiness seized upon him. Ho had not seen Eulalie for a fortnight. When the fortnight grew into a month, nnd the month into two, lie became so alarm ed he could work no longer. Vninly ho attempted to nllny his fenrs by ns suming that she had gone out of town on a visit; lie felt that he must see her nnd so sntisfy himself that sho wns not merely a crenturo of his imagina tion, lioammg tho streets dny niter dny he searched for his unknown love, but found her not; sho had vanished from this life as mysteriously as she had coino into it. At length, in dispair, he again en tered tho shop where ho had asked her nnme. 1 Io hnd seen her thero mnny times since. The snine dapper assist ant was arranging gloves in a box, and the whole scene was so exactly the same that Bond paused in bewil derment, hnlf inclined to think the pnst few months hnd been n drenni. Advancing to tho counter he stam mered out: "Have you seen her lately? Tho lady? What nre you stnrmg nt? You know who I mean." "Seen her!" exclaimed the assistant, with a flash of remembrance. "Tho lady! Oh! ah! that's a good joke." Ilo ended with a most objectionable laugh. "A good joke!" said Bond absently. "I don't understand you." "You read the papers, I suppose, sir." "I don't. Speak plainly, man." "Tho lady" ho grinned as ho spoke "has just been tried for obtaining goods on false pretenses." "You like, you cur," shouted Bond. Quick as lightning his clenched fist shot across the counter and flattened tho nstonished youth against tho shelves behind. A crowd collected in a moment. "Drunk," said one; "Mad," said an other; and those behind began to press forward; and thoso in front to sheer away. In truth, this gaunt creature with tho flaming eyes looked violent enough for anything. Amid a general clamor for tho police, tho proprietor of the shop fortunately appeared up on the scene. Ho was not going to have a fuss mado thero, ho said; so Bond was hustled into the street. Ho turned when ho got clear of thocrowd. "Tried, poor thing!" ho shouted back. "But sho was acquitted. 1 swear sho wn3 acquitted." "Sho was guilty, though," cried tho assistant, viciously shaking his list from tho doorway. "Pure nnd sweot nnd beautiful " "Guilty, or I'll eat my hat." "Shut up you idiot," cried tho pro prietor. And shaking tho youth by tho shoulder, ho pushed him back in to the shop. Bond scarcely know how begot back to his rooms. His piloof manuscripts lay on tho table; tho cat sat purring before the lire; everything wns precise ly ns ho had left it. But oh! how dif ferent it all seemed! Ho dropped into a chair, and the veins stood out in his pale forehead, and his hands worked convulsively. Eulalie in a fel-, oil's dock! Could men bo so mnd, so . cruel, so unjust? It was impossible. ! One solitary idea now took posses- ' sion of him to find Kulnlie, though wit h what object hodid not determine. By n strnngo chanco ho mother in tho street next day; met nnd scarcely recognized her. Moving swiftly and Btealthily along, ns if she fen red to bo seen, with her hair in disorder, her faco I no longer touched by that art to ' which it had largely owed its beauty, and her dress old nnd slovenly, sho wns indeed dreadfully changed. Bond started back when hosaw her, his faco deadly white; ho pressed his hands to his heart, it gave such a pninful throb; -he could scarcely believe his own eyes, j His earnest gazo sesmed to discom pose her, for sho dropped n faded old ' umbrella in tho mud, whereupon ho rimhed forward, picked it up, and handed it to her. Sho took it without n word of thanks, a scowl being allsho gave him. Then sho hurried awny, leaving him in a pained bewilderment. Ho could only repent over nnd over again. "Her smile was very sweet." I "A hnd un, sir, said a policeinnn who hnd been watching this little sceiio. A regular bad un." Ho wink ed in tho direction of tho retreating woman. But Bond wns nlrcndy out of ear shot, hurrying after hor in obedience to an irresistible impulse to offer her all ho had, yearning to tell his love and acquire tho right to protect hor. Though his ideal was littlo more than a memory, tho woman remained, and, in his eyes, she was still beautiful. With her by his side he cared not what the world Baid. Never had his love been stronger than it was at this mo ment. But though ho dived down ono ob secure Bt:eet after another ho could not find her. And at length, murmur ing to himself," Ah, yes, hor smile was very oweot," ho wearily dragged him self back to his lodgings. Qnroagaiu, and for tho last time, he saw her. It wason thefollowingafter noon. Ho was bill ing it theopon win dow, absently caicsiug the cat upou his lap, when sho happened to pass by on the opposito sido of tho street. Looking up nt the window, she sud denly Btopped nnd stnred. Beforo he hnd recovered from his surprisoshe stretched out her nnns, nnd cried: "Oh, my pussic! Nell, Nell, won't yon come to me?" The cnt sprnng through the window nnd crossed the street in less time than it takes to write the words. There could scarcely bo a doubt about tho ownership. The animal, with arched back and straightened tail, was de lightedly rubbing itself against her shabby dress, and she was bending down talking to it ns if it were her child. . Bond wns not slow to grasp tho situntion. He rose hastily to explain tho circumstances under which he had bought the cat from a lad, whom he had believed to be tho rightful owner, lie was trembling in every limb, for had not his opportunity come at last, ns some one hns snid it always will come to the man who waits? Blun dering down the stairs he whispered to himself: "Even the cat loves her and she loves it. I knew shownsgood and pure and lovely." "I must apologize," he began, nd vnncing awkwardly, "Miss Miss " "Mrs. Travcrs," bIio snid, rather defiantly. "Mrs!" he gasped, staggering back. Then she was a married woman! This thought affected him even more pain fully "than tho one that followed it. Some time before he had read in tho paper a charge of swindling brought against a Mrs. Travers, described as a member of n gang of fashionable sharp ers. "Then "you are a widow," ho cried, with startling energy. "Oil, in pity's sake, say you are n "widow." She laughed scornfully. Pointing to a seedy-looking individual who was approaching, she said: "Here comes my husband. Now, pray, what have you to say against me? .lust say it right out before lnni, it you dare.' Poor Bond slunk away to his (larueiicd room. J lis dream was over; his lifo was spent. He relapsed into his old bookworm habits, wore clothes as ancient ns ev er, nnd id to the despair of his landlady, ed his edict against dusting. The renewed nis edict ng; lifo hnd gone out of him, nnd three years after, strangers carried him to his rest in Kensal Green, his landlady tho only mourner. A plain tombstone marks the placo where he sleeps, dream ing, perhaps, somo happier dream, with a loftier ideal, which the world can never tarnish nor time can destroy.' Photographing Under Diflicul ties. The floods at Boston nnd elsewhere gave tho amateur photographers a lino opportunity to put their skill in to service. The Boston Herald relates some amusing experiences by these gentlemen, "camera cranks," it rude ly calls them, among them the follow ing: One extra enthusinstic nmnteur did not seem to bo entirely satisfied with what ho hnd got, although ho had several plate-holders full of undevelop ed views. Ho was looking for tho sensational, but it didn't happen to eomo his way. "I sny," snid he, accosting a ragged and dirty-faced urchin, "can you swim?" "Betcherhfe," quoth the youngster. "I want you to fall overboard for me," said thoamatcur. "Takea bath yourself," said the gamin. "Billy and we'll pull yer out if yor foot won't keep yer down.'' "I'll give you a dollar if you will," returned the amateur. "A silver dollar wid no hole in it?" said the "kid." "Yes." "But the old woman will whalo der life outer me," said the boy, fearful of what would happen when he arrived at home looking liko a drowned rat. "But you can say vou fell in." "You'll give me the dollar iirst?" "Yes." "Den I'll go yer. Anto up." So tho boy pocketed thesilverdollar, paddled out into the middle of the street on a big plank, nnd, when tho photogra pher got nlrcndy and gave tho signal ho lifted up ono leg and went over head and heels into the dirty water below, disappeared for a moment from sight and then bobbed up to tho surface and swam for tho thore. How n Gallant Conductor First Met II is Chaining-AViie. ChicaRO Herald. "Yes," said a conductor on tho Illi nois Central, "I'm married at last, boys, and am mighty glad if it. But tho strangest part of tho story is how I came to meot my wife. It was about a year ago. One day wo stopped nt ono of tho stations down tho lino whero tho track is doubled, when there wns a freight train approaching on tho track west of the station. Tho freight slowed up so that passengers would have time to cross, and then put on steam and camo along nfter 1 had given the eignal to tho engineer to start. But I had ftood on thoground looking out for passengers who might jump oil and get hurt, as I always do under similar circumstances. "On this occasion it was well that 3 did, because a young woman came running out of one of tho coaches ol my train and excitedly made a jump to get olf. She landed right in my arms, and if I hadn't been thero she'd have fallen beforo the freight engine and been crushed to death. Well, boys, I just hold on to her until those two trains had passed, and they weren't very hhort trains either. She was so excited I didn't dare put hot down, and I felt quite comfortablethe way I was. anyhow, with her heart beating against mine. Well, in that minute and a hnlf I lost my heart, nnd wo were married a week before Christmas. She says she always did liko a man who had souse enough to hold fast to a good thing when he had a chance." Cleveland, 0., now claims a popula tion of 210,000. and is increasing rap idly. The rapid growth of tho loading western cities is one ot the wonders ol tlio present n;.o. Experiences of n Mexican Guide. V "Here is a curious tiling that may bo of interest to you," said a gentle man ns he laid a formidable weapon on a desk. It was an old colt's 15 caliber army revolver, and on tho butt were numerous notches, which had evidently been cut with a sharp knife. "That six-shooter belonged to a man with a history," continued the visitor. "Ho was an old friend of mine, and ho always snid I should hnvo that pistol when he died. It wns received by mo n short time ngo, nnd with it came a letter telling me of my friend's death recently near Laredo, Tex. Ilisnniue was Jesus Snndobal, nml he wns per haps the most noted Mexican guide ever on tho southern Texas frontier. After many years of strange adven tures and hair-breadth escapes he passed away nt last quietly enough. "Snndobal wns n fullblooded Mexi can, nnd until ho wns nbout forty years old, lived quietly on his littlo ranch nearllinggold Barracks, on this sido of theltio Grande. Ho had a wife and daughter, tho latter a pretty girl of about 18 years, and ho spent most of his time with them on tho ranch, only going off every now and then to sell somo cattle or trade horses. lie was always considered a quiet sort of fellow nt that time. "Ono dny ho went off on n horso trading expedition, and whenhoenmo back he found his house in ruins, his horses nnd cnttlo driven off nnd his wife nnd daughter shamefully treated by a party of marauding Mexicans. Ho trucked these men to tho Rio Grande, nnd somo distance into Mexi co, but could not catch them. Then he rode back again, sold what was left of his propcrty'.and started out deter mined to be revenged. Ho went into Northern Mexico and poisoned tho wells and springs whero tho cattle and horses drank. Ho burned ranch es and burns and destroyed everything ho could. Every now nnd then a Mexican would bo found dead on tho road, with a bullet in his brain or his heart. Parties were or ganized to hunt him down, trnps were lnid for him, nnd every endeavor was made to cither kill or capture him; but with no success. Ho never tired of his work, and for months ho terror ized the country. "At last it grow too hot for him and he wns forced to spend much of his time in Texas. In 187-1, when Captain L. II. McNelly went down to the llio Grande with his company of Texas rangers to try to stop tho cat tle stealing, Snndobnl wns chosen ns guide, nnd n hotter one could not hnvo been selected. The rangers were most ly young fellows about IS or 1!) years of Age, and tho Mexican cattle thieves and whito desperadoes who had suc cessfully eluded tho United States cav alry for years laughed at the company of beardless boys, nnd said they would bo sent homo to their mothers within a month McNelly went into camp about threo miles above Brownsvillo nnd wnited for a chanco to show what ho could do. "One day word was brought down tho river from a placo called Los Cuevas, about sixty miles above, that a large nu mber of Mexicans' were taking a big herd of stolen cattle from Texas into Mexico. Tho news reached tho ranger camp at noon, and thirty of tho men started for tho plnco immedi ately, guided by Snndobal. They made the sixty miles in a littlo more than six hours, and over a bad road at that a wonderful feat, even for thoso reckless frontier riders. Seven of tho horses died afterward from tho over exertion. In spito of thosplendid time, however, tho rangers arrived at Los Cuevas just as the last of tho cattle had been taken across in a largo flat bont and tho bont turned ndrift. Aft er a long search a little rowboat was found, and as soon as it was dark Mc Nelly, Sandobal and Sergeant Hall of the rangers crossed over in it. Tho captain gnvo orders when ho went for the boys to 'fire nt tho flash' if thero should bo any shooting when ho reached tho other side. "Tho boat disappeared in tho gloom nnd tho men knelt on tho river bank and wnited. In nbout ten minutes tho sharp report of a carbine came from tho opposite bank. Immediately a volley flashed from therangors' Win chesters. Tho captain shouted across to stop firing, and when Sandobal re turned with the boat for more men it was learned that McNelly had acci dently discharged his carbino as ho wns jumping from the bont. By midnight nil the men hnd crossed. They wnited until just beforo dnwn, when, under Snndobnl's guidniico, they inarched fivo miles into tho in terior, nnd at sunrise were within sight of a largo ranch. At this ranch wero tho cnttlo thieves nnd n lnrgo forco of Mexicans wlio had come from the surrounding country during tho night. They wero evidently expecting an attack. When McNelly saw how matters stood ho turned to his men and lookid them quietly over. Ho held nn unlightod cignr between his teeth, nnd nlthough ho wns pnlo ho wns ns cool ns nn icicle. "Boys, I told you I might take you into hell when wo started,' ho said, 'but I also promised I would get you out ngnin. We enmo over hero to got thoso'cnttlo, and wo'ro not going back without them. Now get about ten feet apart nnd give theso Grousers a volley." "Tho older was instantly obeyed, nnd from theyellsnnd choico Mexican oaths which camo from tho corrals t-omo of the shots must liavo done good work. Thero was a littlo filing from thecorrals at the rangers; but be foro any one was hurt, the order was given to circlo around to tho other Bido of tlio ranch and givo tho thieves another volley. These tactics wore kept up for about an hour and might have lasted all day had not Snndobnl. who hnd gono off on nn expedition ol his own, suddenly turned up with the cheering information that 200 of tlio rural police of Mexico were on their way to help tho cattle thieves. Tho captain immediately gave orders to retreat toward tho Itio Granae and the rangers started in that direction with commendable alacrity. "They had only gono about a mile, however, when they discovered that tho M.'j-.cans were after them. The noise of ninny horses' feet pounding the road as .they came on n run could be plninly hennl. McNelly spread his rangers a little distance apart and told them not to fire until they were sureof killing their men. "Tho pursuers got closer and closer, but nobody fired until the captain's carbine cracked, and 'that fellow riding ahead,' who proved after ward to be tho mayor of Cainargo.roll ed out of his saddle. Othors followed in short order.and the main body was thrown into confusion. Tho rangers kept their Winchesters working rapid" ly, and in nnothcr moment tho Mexi cans were on the run. Then McNelly and his men pushed for thorivcr again. Twice on their way they had to turn and beat off the Mexicans, but they reached tho bank without losinganmn although threo wore wounded. "Two companies of tho Eighth United States Cavalry had comb up tho river in tho mean "time fi om Fort Brown, but according to orders from headquarters at San Antonio could not cross into Mexico. They bad a Gatling gun with them, nnd when the Mexicnns mndo their fourth nnd Inst charge about thirty of the cavalry men disobeyed orders and swam the river to help tho rangers. With this re-enforcement and with tho help of tho Gatling gun on the Texas sido, the rangers managed to send their ene mies back in such a hurry that they did not enro to return again. Word now came that two regiments of Mexi can soldiers from Matanioros had been ordered to tho sceno, and Mc Nelly reluctantly recrossed the river without haying recovered the cattle. "Tho Mcxicnu government afterward made a formal demand on tho Stato of Texas for the rangers to be given up to Mexican justice for invading their country. Sandobal was mentioned particularly in the demand. It was said that the rangers had killed and wouiufed seventy-two men duirs the, raid. Sandobal gleefully boastedithat' ho alone had killed seven. It is hard ly necessary to state that tho Mexican demand was not complied with, but nil tho men concerned in tho raid wero outlawed in Mexico, and it would not bo safe for them to go thero now and discloso their identity. Snndobnl's hntrcd wns never fully satisfied, and tho letter says he died cursing his na tive country." "But what nro nil theso notches in the handle of the revolver?" wns asked of the visitor. "Oh, those were cut by Snndobnl whenever ho killed a man with that pistol. They are what made it so cu rious." The notches w?re counted nnd it wns found that there were just thirty-one. New York Star. "Why the AVonian Cried. Tho St. Joseph (Mo.) Gnzetto snys that seven years ago Anton Hamnioyer landed in this country from Coblcnz, in Germany, leaving in that city a brother, Joseph, and Bertha Mulheim, to whom he was to bo married when ho earned money enough to bring her over. Five years ago ho settled in Ford County, Kansas, and soon be came the owner of a largo farm. In the pursuit of wealth ho ceased to write home, nnd his brother and in tended wife thinking him dead, were married. Sonic months ago ho con cluded to send for his brother and Bertha, and last week they reached St. Joseph whero Anton met them. Ho never dreamed that they wore man and wife, and when apprised of the fact was astounded. For an hour ho walked up and down tho waiting room of the station deeply pondering something. Then he called his broth er over to ono sido and tho two had a long and earnest conversation, into which the womnn wns afterwards called, and tho result of it wns an agreement thnt Anton should lend Joseph $2,000 nnd hold his wiio as security for it. Joseph wns to go buck to Germany. This conference, oc curred in tho afternoon and tlio at tention of the roporter was attracted to it by the earnestness of tlio talk nnd notion of tho two brothers. When tho reporter went to the station in tho oveninghisnttention wns drawn to a south-bound train by the loud weeping of a woman. On going over to tlio train ho saw the woman taking leave forever of her husband, board tho train with her former lover nnd future compnnion in life nnd leave- for Atchison where they took tho Santa Fe train for Ford County. Beforo tho train for Chicago left tho reporter went up to Joseph llainineyor nnd nsked tor nn explanation of tho scenes referred to, when Joseph told tho story. Ho said Anton never ex pected him to pay back tho $2,000 and he never intended to. Ho would go back to Germany better plcnscd with tho money than ho over could have b.'en with a wife fnwt plighted to his brother. English Women Lacking- Tasto in Dressing:. "English women aro tho worst-dressed females on the globe," says a late London letter. Expensive laces, vel vet gowns, flashing diamonds, etc., in plenty, but no gracefulness in wearing them, no well-fitting gnrinents, no 'chic' or.to apply an American term, no 'stylo.' Why. I've been astonished at tho awkward motions, the dreaiy gossip, the humdrum conversation, carried on among society pejplo here in tho drawing-room old stagers some of them.who ought to know bet tor. And then, English girls cannot dance. They specially can not waltz. It was stated to me on good authori ty, that tho prince of Wales doesn't know how to reverse, and that it, thorcforo, was considered 'bad form' to waltz properly. But it's my belief founded on individual observation that oven i' tho prince of Wales know how to waltz.t ho rest of England would not. Young Dudley Winston mine home quite disgusted from that ball at Lady Waterlow's, aid registered a sacred vow by all the houri3 in the Shah's harem never to wnltz with a British maiden again if he could help it' V