"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'
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