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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 29, 1887)
MY PICTURE. I stood at my western window, Tlmnltfill that I couM stniid, So Ions; had I been lrwirIotieI. Held ilo.ui by allhctloii's hand. 1 drank In tlio elorlc? bstoro mo, As onlr a thirsty soul can; I feasted my eyes Uon beauty, Suriiass.'ng endeavors of man. The artist auprema bold tho tinlotte, The canv.is was will and blffli, Tim colors were perfectly blcndo Yliu tliLMiio was tlio sunset sky. Afar shone the bcantlful river, Itcflcctlnj; tho rIow the skies, A-ncar rosj the prldo of tho forest, Aflutiie with autumnal dyes. This picture Is mine. I whtsocrcd, To liarii ami to bold for aye, No price havo I paid for tho Master Uestows what we never could buv. Harrttl Newell Hien twickln Ifie Current. Jim BOATMAN. It was a moonlight night. Tho rivor, dnrk unci sullen, moved in its rocky bed like some gignnlio serpent half over come by the lethargy of sleep. Here nml there the moonbeams fell spon tlio surface 01 tlio water, great pots of silvery whiteness, amidst tlio dark shadows cast by tho heavy foliago &f tho cedar shrubbery which grew bo tweon tho almost perpendicular rocks of the high banks. ' Fifty feat abovo tho surfaco of tho water they reared themselves, and at ono point they jutted forward as if to laluto each other, while tho rivor be neath them deepened and narrowod. At this point a bridge had onco been thrown across a bridge which had bo eomo a complete ruin, one timber alone remaining to mark'the spot, ono long nml narrow beam it could not havo been more than six inches in width still maintained its place, and in muto language informed thu stranger that nee thero had been connection be tween Rocky Hill and the mountains on tlio other side. Upon the surface of the rivor thero ivns a small rowboat, containing a slen der, crouching form wrapped in a dark cloak. From tho top of tho bank upon oitlicr side this rowboat would havo been in visible, but it was there, making its way up and down past tlio rocky butt ress which upheld tho beam, alwavs avoiding the moonlit spots upon the river. Tho sounds of carousal were usurp ing tlio place of the quiet of the night, the drunken jest and the courso laugh ter broaking in upon the sentimental notes of "Homo, Sweet Home" sung, you would have averred, by some lone ly youth who was far from tho scones of his boyhood camo plainly to the tars of this silent watcher upon the riv or. who, it scorned, could not tear her self nwny from thu sounds which came from the saloon upon tlio river's bank. Onco only did tho moonbeams fall upon her fair, upturned face. It was the face of a woman 'vho should never have been in that wild, lonoly spot, 1 stoning for tlio sound of n voico tluit ha I grown to address her with rolined words which were tho nruolist of the cruel, waiting there up on that lonely rivor, for slio knew not what. Muriel Wnrnor was tho daughter of wealthy parents, when very voting, She had marriod, a man whom she had worshipped as the embodiment of manly worth and tho perfection of manly beauty. Frionds and rolalives had crowded" about her with envious congratulations, and for a time hor life was perfect happiness Hut a chango had come. Fred War ner was not what ho had scomod. On ly a few short wuoks of happiness, nnd tho handsome husband plunged into tho wildust' dissipation. Frionds re mained to her as long as the money re mained, and then they bogau to'hlnt that perhaps Muriel was not altogether blameless. This was something which the spir ited wife could not stand. Sho broko with relatives and friends, nnd clung to tho dissipatod man who was her hus band. 1'i oin one city to another he had dragged hor with him, and now ho had .aosurtod her and sho had followed him. His was the cultured voico. which warbled of "llonn, Sweot Homo." while his wifo was a ponniloss, half' crazed creature, out ur.ou tho river. And sho was penniless, for, regard less of food or shelter, sho had paid out her last font for tho use of the boat which brought hor, unsoon, nearer to htm. A quick, hharp report broko in on the mellow voico of tho sliiiror. yet up- It was repoatcd again and again. It was the report of n rovolvor. Model could hear tho oxolted shouts, tho henvy trampling of foot, the bang ing of a door, and then tho weird cry, "Murder!" Half paralyzed, tho frlghtonod wo man rested upon her oars just under the beam which had onco bolonged to tlio old bridge. Tho sound of heavy feet, rapidly approaching, came from tho bank closo at hand, and thou n dark form rushed out between hor and tho moon lit sky above hor. It was a man's liguro, and ho was at tempting to cross tho river upon tho narrow beam. Exollod shouts and tho tramp of hurried feel followed him to tlio river's brink. "Stop!" shop ted a voico. "I urrost yon for muiiloi " No reply caio from the escaping figure, which f.ped nimbly along Its Harrow way. A sharp chorus of revolvers follow- ed; shot after shot was lirod, and thou tho dnrk liguru wavered, tho hands grasped wildly at tho air, and then there was n fall. Tho water deluded Muriel with a shower of drops as the body entered tho water. Shouts and tho exultant re 'treating voices held her attention until she felt something creeping Into the boat behind her. Khu turned nnd . uttered a faint brick. A man, nnd more than likely the .murderer, had taken possession of her (Utile nun. (Jive mo (lie 4uu ileal voico. ouri," aald n stern, "Y":t a i (i not w i i i i i !i -ti " -.'i said, snriiiking away froiii to i ilr.pinu: liguro. "I am not woun led. ' roltn-iied the voic and then s h'lill the loitwa rowed into thu deepest shadows and up tlie stro.un. Moment after moment crept bv. Tho moon went down, darkness fell entirely over tlio sluggish waves of tin river, "an. I yet tlio strange pair were s lent. The high banks dsapp-arcd, the stream grew narrower, anil at length the stranger drew tho boat olo.su up to thu shore. "Madam," sa'd the figure, bending close up to Muriu!, "tell mo what you tli. nk about th s alia r." "I think that you havo shot some one," replied Muriel, awakening par tial lv from the trail c liko feel ng which had crept over her. "You are rig'it. To night I becann tlio murderer of Fred. Warner." "Fred. Warner is my husband, and I was on the river listening to h.s vo ce," she said in the same calm ton . "You wll listen to Ins vole ! no more. Tho woman that ho brought to Kooky hill is my w fe." And then Miriel knew tho name of thu man who had rowjd hir boat that night. It was Kalph Rossogu'o, tin banker and the millionaire, wIiomi homu and happiness her husband had ruined. Sho had never met him before, but she had hoard often of his gouerosi y and of his great wualth. "God have merer to-night ;:pon four of his miserable creatures," sho said still calmly. "Three," corrected Rossoguio, grim ly. "Muriel Warner I know tlio entire history of your life. I learned it while 1 was hunting your husband down. 1 ask no sympathy. 1 have done a delib erate murder. I do not w.sli you to conceal the niotlo of my escape. Fred. Warner was your husband. Ho would havo returned to you after a time. I have made this impossible. You have neither homo nor friends. I havo mono v, the accursed stuff witli which I bought my false wife, hi a short time I shall be hung for this murder. 1 have no relatives upon whom to bestow my I wealth. It will all go to straigors. Accept this packet, then; it is yours to do witli as you think best, and 1 cannot but bo thankful for tho chanco which has thrown you in my way." A packet dropped into Muriel Warn er's lap as these words were spoken. The boat rocked slightly as tho tall lig uro sprang upon tlio shore, and then shu was alone in the darkness upon the river. Alter th's sho wandered about the world, a woman whose life and feel ings seemed benumb. d forever. She knew what had hnppinod at Uockyhill, but she had no desire to return there anil ga.o ujion the dead face of her husband. She had no wisli to return to the friends who had irrown cold wlion misfortune conic upon her. She knew that Itilph Roisognio bad made her a wealth, woman, but sho full none of the scruples which slui onco would have felt ab nil aooipting his money. She never spoke of that night in the boat with any to whom slu camo in contnet. Sho never hoard whelhor Ralph R'S soguio was captured or not. Sho nev.u know what became of his miserable wife. Her past life seemed a half forgotten droam, ami sli i was only dimly con scious of Hie real ty of sinyth ng. At thirty-live years of age Muriel Warner was a beautiful and cultured woman. Sho had visited nearly all the countries of the Old World. Acquit nt ances shu made, but never frionds. and these often wonderud when in reply to their inqulr.os sho would say: "I never read a nowspapor. I uevei write nor teen vo a letter. Hut hor t mo of awakon'ng camo, nnd tlio one to stir tlio dorm nit emo tions of her woman's heart was a stranger, and a man. It was at the Bahama Island whoro sho first met Norman Van Ness. Ho was fortv years of age a Her cules in the fullness of ids manhood, and In seemed to be attracted, nay, to love l.er from tlio very lirst. Hor dep bhu eyes soon grew to watoh for him, and boeauio soft an I tender beneath tlio 1 glit in his dai ones, ami with the growth ot tier new love manv of the feelings of her outh camu back to her. Father and mother, long forgotten became dear once more to ho an I often she caught herself thinking. "If he ever speaks, and if after 1 have told him all, we are ever mar ried, I will get him to take me homo to mv paronts " lint ho did not speak. Weeks grow Into months, and tlu longed-for love- words never came. Muriel's heart again began quivering with pain. She knew not that its numbness had de parted forever. Sometimes she felt that she ought to move on; to get away trout influences which more- likely would prove sadden ing to her, but sho could not at onco bring herself to do this. While she was debating tho subloct in tier mimt tlio oris s came. A storm hud been sweeping over the Bahamas, a vessel was going to pieces upon the rojf. Muriel was out upon tho wavo-wiishod shore, her eyes br ght mil li or ohooks rosy witli excitement. Her golden brown hair had been loos ened bv the driving wind, and she was that rare but delicious creature, a woman beautiful when shu Is mature. Norman Van Ness was bv her side. and Muriel uxprossod a wish to row out near to tlio life-saving boats, which were battling w th tho waves and overladen with human beings whom they had rescued In a half- drowned state. "Let mo bo your boatman," pleaded Van Ness, and Muriel could not repress her thought which wlnspjrod to her of that long-forgotten night when her husband's murderer had been hor boat man." The strong man took his plaoo at the ours (hit over tlio waturs they rowed uiirothor. thu dreadful past rUuiir so strong before the woman that she had no thought of the man so near her. "Murnd," said he, lit a low voice; "Muriel. Muriel, 1 love you, but 1 have no r-glit to nay tlio words to you. Muriel, have ou never thought that 1 might bo Kalph KosaoguluP" "Can it bo?" sho said, slowly. "1 iid not see your faco by davlght, you know." "Yes, it is I. a marriod man and a murderer; but st 11 I lovo you, Mu riel." "And f lo7o you." sho said In a touts of dospa'r. They wcro Hearing tho life-boats now, and ono of ihu crew shouted: "Van Ness." wo cannot go back just ret. and here is a man and woman who need lininediato attention, if thoy are not already dead. Wo will put them in your boat, and you can tako thorn ashore." Kcady hands laid the dripp'ng bodies in the "bottom of the boat, and witli Urong strokes and averted head Kalph ttcsseguio pulled for tlio shore. When thoy wcro Hearing land ho glanced for tho first thus at his burden. "My God, my wifo!" he cried. "And Fred. Warner," said Muriel, tvith a thrill of relief and horror. It was true. Fred. Warner had not died, and tho deed which had made theso two wanderers upon tlio faco of tho earth, had been a -farce, after all. The las of tho guiltv pa r on earth wcro numbered. Alnbcl Ke.s.eguio never recovered consciousness. Fred. Warner l.ved a few days, long enough to ask tin) forgiveness of the two he had wronged, and then expired. Kalph Kesseguie and Mimel War ner wcro married and returned to Muriel's old home, where, in the sun shine of happiness, tho dark days of their lives were forgotten. Chicago Mail. Art in New York Saloons. What with turning groggenes into art galleries, confronting the customer with mahogany and mirors at every turn, and even abolishing thu bar itself and compelling him to drink at a side board, the drinker must begin to feel compelled to maintain his dignity nnd experience much d scomfort at the thought of behaving improperly in tlio presence of such elegant furniture. Mahogany has become so common as to bo vulgar, and piano-makers recog nizing the fact, long since abandoned the brighter shades in cases, and now ( put out only dark structures in this wood. Hut the saloons are catching this point, too, and at least ono down town l.quor dealer has modeled his business place accordingly. Instead of brilliant mahogany the interior walls are .sheath oil with subdued walnut. lu other respects this saloon is unique. It is very small, about twenty lect by eighteen, but it is divided Into three departments: I Jar proper, soda-water and other temperance drinks, and o gars. U.s!dos thesu there is a special desk for tlio cash or, and a l.ttlo private olllce. The bar proper is separated by partitions from the other departments, and a fat, gorgeously-arrayed cash boy travels between it and the cashier for tlio convenience of customers who are disinclined to walk across tlio room. There are stock and news tickers in tlio corners, one or two comfortable arin-chairs, a shelf full of directories, and tlio jiolito attendants. Incandes cent lamps, in clusters, illunio the place. A particularly interest. ng feature of tho furnishings is tlio cigar-case. Thu glass panels, instead of being fastened into nickel-plated brass ra Is, aro inserted in pearl rails, which glist en and glow with all the colors of the prism. Hut tho most interest ng thing of all about this little establishment Is that it is on that aero of laud that is tlio most valuable property in tlio coun try, ami it is frequently asserted that no sito in tho world is rated higher the immediate neighborhood of tho stock-exchange nlmg Wall from Hroad streot to Broadway. Cor. Indianapolis News. Tho Principal Topic of 1886. "In tho retrospect of the year just closod tho most prominent topic ol public thought which appuars is the La bor question," says The New York World. "Numerous strikes, largo and small, have occurred. Several of tliom were of great importance. Tho whole, business of tho country felt tho effect of the railroad strike in the Southwest, and tlio wholesale trade of St. Lou s was in largo part suspended for weeks. inn yast packing nouses of Chicago wore twice closed, and in the later in stance the mil tary were called upon to preserve order. " The people of this city and of Hrooklyn were seriously in commoded more "than onco bv "tie ups" of the streot railways. 'Olio list of theso interruptions in tho rogular course of things in ght bo extended in delinitclv. "All this has involved a great loss both to capital and in wnos, but it is not without its compensating features. The employed havo in consequence, as a class, a clearer insight of the fact that thero aro influences which regulate earnings which employers cannot alter, and that it is futile to ask more than a business wdl justify. Tho employers on the other hand have a better under standing of the importance of paying fair prices and of oxtonding considerate treatment generally to their mon. it appears that these descriptions of wis dom cannot be acquired without boing paid roundly for. There has been an important acnulsit'on of this character, nnd matters rest on a bettor basis than thoy did a year ago. It lias bjon pret ty woll established that nelthor injustice nor violence, is a wise quality. " Not it Jlonoply. Hub, what does your father do?" In quired a farmer of a lad who had "caught a bob on his sleigh. "On tho railroad," was the reply. "Then you git off or I'll lay the'whlp on you! uaiiromis aro uianiecl mono polies!" nut my lather's a urakeiunn. nml he's just had his pay reduced ten nor cent." Oh, wall, that alters thu wise, nnd you may stick, l vo just lost n bag ol oats oil the sleigh, and 1 know how to sympathize witli him." Detroit Fr4 Itcst. Tito Truth, tho Whole Truth, Ktc. A man may sit in your olllco nil day nnd not no a listen while bore, provided lie will you talk. New Jlavtn b'ewt. CULTURE OF THE TOES. How Younjr People Aro Specially T.& ucntcd In the Orncci of Dnnclns;. While all other sorts of education aro coing on, the culture of the toes of tho rising generation is also receiving in struction. Thero aro in this city quite a number of private Instructors in dancing, and two regularly established "academies." "Dancing Is coming into favor again," said Mrs. E. V. Thomas, to a reporter, "especially since skating rinks have gono out. At what age may children begin taking lessons? 1 should say at 5 years. I havo sonic 4 years old, but thoy are exceptions; fi is early enough. Children aro very apt scholars. I class thorn as children up to 15 above that they nro ladies and gentlemen. I start "them first with hand and feet positions, a very neces sary thing, A great ninny children, like grown persons, don't know how to use these members. Instruction of this kind makes them easy and graceful. It is also a gymnastic training that im proves the r health. Most of my schol ars take but one lesson in a week, and any ordinarily bright child can bo taught to waltz in two months. Bifore they get to tlio waltz they are, of course, taught plain polkas, with revorsc, Ilighl and schotlischc, and the Danish polka, which is nox't to tlio waltz as a dillicult movement. Its movement is much like that '.ot the waltz. One of my specialties is tlio cadet schottischo. It is on the military order. They aro at once interested in it, and learn it rapidly. I havo a groat many more girls than boys. Boys do not take to dancing, preferring skating and more nctivo exorcise. Besides tins, small boys are timid about girls. Thoy grow out of it as they get older. "Dancing is rapidly acquired. Jt is astonishing how much a child will learn in thrco or four weeks. Grown people may learn as quickly, but aro not so graceful; it is moro of an effort for them. Tho children especially liko tho sailor's hornpipe and Highland fling. Theso are more dillicult than regular ; dancing, and aro given as specialties. The lessons occupy from three-quarters of an hour to an hour of active cxerc'so, according to tlio strength and endur ance of the child. Quito a number of children aro sent by their parents to take lessons in the way of medical treatment. It is recommondod to little sufferers from nervous diseases. Tho treatment is certainly pleasant, and thoy aro greatly benefitted if they aro given smooth "and not hopping move ments. All the children dance in slip pers. I have them in the beginning dance to piano music, which is plainer and moro readily caught by the inex perienced car. Of course, when they get older, tho violin is the music for the dance. At my socials I have the piano, violin and Iluto. J hero certainly is beginning to be a greater interest taken by parents in having their chil dren taught dancing than before, for four or live years. They begin to sen that it is an accomplishment that iloes not have, if properly conducted, the dangers and associations that attend some other amusements." Inilianaio- lis Journal. Essentials of a Good Fighter. In answer to tho question, "What nrc the essentials of a thoroughly good fighter?" Sullivan said. "Pluck, skill, endurance, nnd a good head on his shoulders. I tell you sir a man fights witli his head almost as much as he does w th his fist. He must know where to send his blows so they may uo tlio most good, lie must ccon omizu his strength and not scoro n hit just for the sake of scoring it" "What portion of your antagonist's body do vou aim at when von aro in tho r nir?". "I endeavor," said Sullivan, "to hi my man above the heat, or under tho chin, or behind the ear. A man wears out pretty soon if one can keep ham mer ng away in the region of tho heart; a blow under the chin or behind the ear w ll knook out a man quicker than a hundred blows on the oheek or any olher portion of tho face. Now, tho Mar no has a scar on his left cheek which he received in his fight with Dempsov. and which ho wdl carry to his grave. He told mo that Dempsey kept hammering away at that spot. If Dempsey wcro a long-headed lighter ho would not have wasted his time and strength in got ting in there. That fact alone proves to me that he is deficient in goncralship." "You can toll pretty well whon your man is giv ng in?" "Certainly I can," sa'd tho pugilist. "I watch his ocs. and I know at onco when tho punishment is beginning to tell on him. And, when I talk to a man before 1 stand up before him at all. I can make up my mind whether he is a lighter or not. There is more intelli gence in this business than outsiders give us credit for." Sacramento Gal.) lice. Not Prepared to Say. An old fellow with a plush cap drawn down over his oars and a big comforter round Ins neck sat in a Grand Kiver avenue car tho other day and spit his tobacco juice right and loft un til the man behind observed: "Maybe you nro getting ready to swear off on the Now Year?" "On what? ' "On chew ng tobacco." "Wal, 1 in not prepared to say," re plied the old man as he spit right and left with great viiror. "but mavbo I'll chango to some other brand!" Detroit Fret I'ress. Hut Few Succeed. An old merchant said years ago that not more than one per cent, of tlie best class of inoroliants succeed without failing hi Philadelphia. Not more than two pur cunt, of the merchants of New York ultlmatjly retire on an Independ ence after having submitted to the usu al ordeal of failure, nftd not more than three out of every hundred imtrohunts In Boston acquire an iudepuuduee. In Ciuoinnati. out of 400 business men lu business twenty years ago, live are now doing businojs. y Uojdi L'hr incle. Princes Out of Work. Prince Alexander's career is tho more remarkable because of late years, while thrones have been very frequent ly well lilled, the cadets of tho royal houses have not distinguished them selves in proportion to their opportu nities. Charles of.'llohcnzollern has as yet done best. The Arehduko Maximi lian and Prince Amadeo both failed, and the Prussian "Ked Princo" was known only as a scvero though compe tent disciplinarian. Tho Archduke Albrccht showed himself a good gen eral at Custozza, or at all ovonts ho won; and tlie French believe the Due d' Auiualo to hi a first-rate officer but there the list seems to end. Tho princes are very numerous, but they aro undistinguished. Thero i3 reluc tance, except perhaps in Russia, to em ploy them, 'for the k ngs havo ceased to bo afraid of their kinsfolk; but whother from want of will or want of power, they do not come to the front, even as much as they did when "Turennc," who, as son of the Due de Bouillon, was a child of France, found his ablest opponent in Eusjeno of Savoy, seini princo of throe nationalities. Thoy seem for tho moment to be without ambition. There was some dilliculty in lilling the throne of Greece and it is said by men who havo a special inter est in making tlio search successful, that there is not a prince in Europe, outside thu five families who aro barred by treaty, who is bold enough, or adventurous enough, or original enough, to accept the Bulgar ian throne. Yet the next princo of Bulgaria, if he is competent, will bo gencaralissinio of the Balkan federa tion, and perhaps, in.thc end, emperor of Constantinople, "the place which King Leopold of Belgium regretted all his that he had thrown away. Those aro largo pr'zes for young men whoso only natural business, in their own eyes at all events, is ruling, and who, when without sucli business, have to lead lives which would be very monotonous and distasteful. Indeed, they are bor ed to death, and marry all kinds of piquant women not of their own class list to escape suffocation from thoir own rank. One would have thought there would bo endless intrigues with this court and that to secure a nomination to Bulgaria, but tho princes lack even the audacity of tlie king of Koman'a, and ask for "guarantees," and "assur ances," and civil lists, and all manner if proppings wli'ch just now thoy can not have, but with which, in a year or two, they might bo well able to d s pence. We suppose that, like every body else nowadays thoy disbelieve in "themselves, doubt if they can be nccossary anywhere, and want to be sure before-hand of physical comfort; but there must bo a sad lack among them of the spirit which founds dynas ties. Nobody is asking for a states manpriucc, or anything else very won derful. The thing wanted is a young man with somo head, some m litary training, and the nerve to tlrnk that with a throne before him somo risk of life for a few years is uol to be consid ered a final obstacle. It is run every day by young soldiers and old states m?n, and kingi can not bo d sgraced except by theinelves. Wis know noth ing more curious, or in its way more disheartening, in the modern h'story of Europe than that princes should enjoy a monopoly of this particular section of tlio world's work, and that, never theless, thero is no one among them with audacity enough to accept the throne of Bulgaria unconditionally. Five 3 cars of it might be made worth fifty years of ordinary princely life, choked and tramiuolcd as it is with etiquettes; and if tlie prince failed, he could fall lighting, and say, with Charles Albart, after No vara: "At least I have not died a3 kings die." Ono thing is quite certain: if this kind of want of spirit lasts, tho princes will not long retain their monopoly of reign ing. Tlio people can make princes if thoy want them, and eastern Europe may ultimately bo distributed among men whoso newness and success will teach mankind that, after all, there is not much in pedigree. K ng Milan does not do much to dissipate that old illusion; but ono successful prince sprung from the people would cure all applicant nations of wandering about Europe to dispose of a throne. Lon don ijjtcctator. " Igratory Iluiiiaus. It has remained for tho American civilization of tho nineteenth contury to develop the genius tramp, that mi gratory human whoso llight to tho South car. bo gambled on to a cortain ty as a forerunner of cold weathor. When winter puts on his ulster and begins to do a song and dance on tho heart of the great lakos, tlio tramp takes out a Crosstie & Great Southern railroad picket (unlimited) catches on to a brake-beam sleeping berth, nnd turns Ins faco toward tho Gulf of Mexi co, lie liumpetu lumsoii liko a drome dary, and lingoroth not by the road s do" to toy with tlio rural wood-pile, but hastens on with a swiftness that causes a note in bank to grow exceed ingly weary. 1 hat is the only time that a tramp does any thing swiftly, except to got over a fence to avoid the yard dog. But whon old winter sticks an icicle down the collar of tho summer tramp ho has a sudden yearning to go down and rest under "the orango trees of Florida and ho gooth. Tramps genorallv follow tho lines of railroads as the most direct, running through the most thickly populated districts, and then as nffordinr an opportunity for an occasional lift. They have long sinco learned how chilled steel is the heart of a freight conductor, and what eloquence of expostulation nw boot-toe possesses, and thoir sensitive, shrinking natures roftdl at thoughts of the brutal refusal that will meet an humble petition, nnd sneak into a box-car. It Is surprising to note tho numbor of nblo-bodied mon who tramp great, stout, hulking fellows, who aro physi cally able of doing a hard day's work without any Inconvenience. And the hardihood they show In stealing a rldo on a brake-beam amid the st fling dust that U whirled up under thu cars should stand them in good need ii shown in an earnest search for work. In Winchester county, New York, recently a resolution was introduced in the board of supervisors providing for tho addition of a wing to tho alms house wli.ch should bo especially pro vided for tramps. The apartments are so arranged that thov can bo flopd cd to the depth of s x feet. A tramp is put in, provided with a bucket, and tho water turned on. Ho has to bail or bo drowned. And just about tho time ho pours out the first bucketful the hole in the wall freezes solid and ho has to kick it out. Tho scheme is al most as good as a rock pile or a saw and cord of wood to euro tramps of a disposition to ttop nnd rest their weary limbs. Nashvlle (Tenn.) Union. Manuscripts and Copyists. Tho writers of manuscripts among the Hebrews were savants, commenta tors on the holy writ, rabbis endowo.1 with a special habitation; among the Greeks and Romans, slaves, who were to their masters what a woll-lilled book case is to a wooden spoon; Calvisius Sabinus, mentioned by Seneca, having paid the exorbitant sum of $100,000 sesterces (about $55,0(10) for cloven slaves, each one of whom could recite a Greek poem, a faculty that would not have enabled them to hold a caudle to Joseph Scaligcr, who had learned by heart the "Iliad" and "Odyssey" in twenty -one clays, or to Christian Chctn nitus, who knew tho bible so well that ho could tell tlie chapter and verse of any quotation that might, bo made from it. Besides slaves, there wore in Rome, also, professional copyists who were freed men, and others foreigners, theso mostly Greeks, who, though they wcro the Gascons of antiquity for thoir fino talking, could lay claim to the credit of having created tho art of illuminating manuscripts. Tho great edict of Dio cletian on tho "max mum" tabulated the price paid to copyists, but the great ed.ct of Diocletian, as it comes to u, has "a good measure, pressed down and running over," of information that is not wanted, and would provoke a saint in search of knowledge. It only tells that the scribe's work was valued by the hundred lines. As it needed at tention to detail, and was one to put one's heart into, there wcro women copyists. Grutcr has been to the pains of publishing a Latin inscription to tell it, and the Hebdomads of Varro, an il lustrated b ography that is at tlie point of the pen of everyone who writes of manuscripts, was the workota woman, Lain, who had come from Asia Minor. In tho middle ages the copyist did his work as penance, and Thcdone liked to tell tho monks of his abbey that a friar had gone to heaven for hav ng copied a volume containing one letter more than tho nuniber'of his s i;s. Antiquarians are in accord on the point that the old est manuscript extant is not older than the third century, according to Mont faucon. Aldus (Jell us had seen a manu script of tlio 'VEno d," and Qiiintilian tells of manuscripts that ho had seen of Cicero and Cato and Censor, and Ven ioo claims that it possesses the original manuscript of the gospel of St. Mark, and the Br fish museum lias a (J reek copy of the evangel'sts that is attributed to St. Thecla, ono of St. Paul's v rgin converts: but tho weight of evidence is rather in favor of Father Hardonin's absurdity, that our so-called classics, with throe exceptions, are tlio works of monks of tho thirteenth century. The Art Amateur. The New Drinking Devico. "What is that small book entitled 'Tanglewood Talcs,' by Hawthorn", about, I sec sticking out of your pock et there? ' inquired Sniithcrkins of his alter ego, Boodleby. "Nothing, only a litllo trcal-se, showing the effect of liquor on tlio hu man system. Consume some if its con to'its," answered B., and simultaneous ly ho touched a spring in the false bot tom of tho bogus volume anil thero popped forth a suspicious looking flask. "'That's lirst rate brandy," remark ed S., on taking a swig; "but thero ought to bo a trifling change in thu name of thu work." "What to. cliummie?" " 'Tanglofoot Tales.' " Texas Sil ings. A Short Conversation. "Ah! Mr. Scribelerous, how aro you? I bought your last book, and have been reading it. I can't say I like it as much as some of your others. I s'poso you'ro hero, at this reception, picking up character." Scribelerous: Ah! is that 3'ou. Hut terine? By tho bye, that last lot of eggs you sold my boarding-house mistress were moro than half bad. I suppose you're Life. here drumming up custom. Very Natural. Excited Depositor with heavy check, stands astonished to sco it promptly paid. What's tho matter? says tho paying teller. Excited Depositor? Oh! nothing! Hem! 1 thought you'd broko. If you've got the money, it's all right, but if you haven't got it, I want it right away. Life. Was She a Boston Girl? "Did youonjoy yourself whilo away. Amy?" asked tho high school girl. "No, Ididu't.Mildred," replied Amy; "my aunt lives hi such a dull ouo-horso town." "You moan 'single quadruped muni cipality,' dear; 'not one-horse town.' " rittsburg-Chronical. A Complete Stock. Old lndv (to clerk): Have you gentle men's glovos? Clerk (glauclnir nt tho old lndy'a hnuds): Yes, mn'nui but I think we have ladies' glovos largo enough to fit you. Life. Not That Kind. Got that sitting in a draught, oh?" said old Drakes. "Well, keep away from drauchU. I nut myself on to one a month ngo, nnd it cost mo $15,000." hxje.