THE FIACRE MYSTERY.
A Paris Physician's Horriblo
Discovery.
Trantlattd. Ciiftunatt Enqutrcr.
CHAPTER III. CONTINUED.
I Suddenly, as ho loaned nbovo hor
i. I il. t.!.1
sooKiug to roau mat ngiu uuuuiuii.iiii-a
or wrest llio secret from the ninrbln
"brcas. ho started in nfriplit ho had
discovered soinothing now and terrible,
like 1 nus of bhick crayon traced upon
the flesh and around tho edges of tho
eyelids the artiheo employed by tho
women of tho thcator to onlargo tho
eves and irlvo tlioni a deep and velvety
appearance. Dipping a clotli into wa
ter rascal loucliou tno laco oi mo
tlnnd ho was richl. llio Clotli was
stained with black. As ho continued to
fffizu. dumb with amazement, ho per
ceivetl, nestling in tho discolored hair,
flomolh nr tiiat sparkled brilliantly.
Heading closer, ho saw tiiat tho iicad
was encircled with rows of pearls and
golden sequins, half buried in ttio mass
of curia that spread themselves upon
tho pillow. What d:d this masquerade
ancan? Whence eaino this woman
tainted like a courtesan, and this
strango adornment which siio had evi
dently bcon too much hurried to ro-
luovor
"THOU MISEItAM.K WIlETCIl!"
IIo hissed between his teeth, his arm
raised, his lingers clenched, as if ho
-would liavo beaten llio corpse.
Ho fell into a chair, h s head buried
In his hands, it was with difliculty that
110 preserved even tho power to think-.
Xhishcd from the height of happiness,
loprived in a faw nionionts not only of
a beloved wife, but of tho right to
honor her memory, it was one of tlioso
blows which terrify anil conquer the
most intrepid of souls, remaps it was
to science, to work, that ho owed his
lirokcn life, his wrecked happiness.
Pool that lie was to pass whole davs in
his laboratory, his eyes riveted to tho
microscope, absorbed in his experi
ments, never for a moment suspecting
that ennui and weariness could enter
Hi is peaceful home. Ho had failed to
remeinbor that they wore evil councol-
ors and opened the door little by little
to bad thoughts, prurient curiosity and
perfidious temptations.
What mattered his successor of yos
tordav. so much applaiid.td; tho medals
conferred upon him in tho college of
JjpytSIU 11113, IT WW llllAUIilU UIIIW"IUa Ul
tho press! For all the.so triumphs of a
miserable self-love ho had paid most
dearly.
Full of liicso terrible regrets, tiioro
wore inomoiits, when looking upon tho
body of his wife, stretched upon tho
bed as if asleep, her eyes closed, and
-with the chaste and honest expression
upon hor face habitual to her, asked
limisclf if ail that had happened were
Jiot a frightful dream; it was impossible
that such a thing could have taken
plnco.
Alas, it was not a dream, and yet ho
liad not oven tho power to avengo him
self, or to punish hor crime. It doomed
to him that if lie could only have pun
ished hor in some way.no matter what,
it would ltavo soothed his outraged
heart.
But if the dead had escaped him, tho
living had not, and he should pay for
lioth. Tho coachman of tho liacro
should again bo subjected to a rigid ex
amination; it would bo astonish ng, in
deed, if ho elicited nothing that would
.furnish him a clew.
Purloins his niothor-in-law could
point him to the way. In tho moan
time ho would search every drawer,
every corner, every artielo in tho
rooms. Tli ore might bo a loiter, a note,
or n name; only a namo would bo
enough, and to foarn that namo Pascal
would cheerfully have sacriliced a limb.
CIIA1TKK IV.
"Without losing an instant ho hurried
to the brackets, and, lighting tho can
dies in llio scones, Hooded the room
with light, and in feverish hasto com
menced Ills work, opening first a little
Bocrotary where Christine- was in tho
Jiabit of hooping her oorrospon,donco.
It was an exquisite ploco of furniture,
ebony, incrustod witli foliage and ara
Jjosques of ivory, the body supported by
twisted columns, wuon siiui. a long
drawer formod tho desk. Tho upper
part of it, however, was divided and
subdivided into iniiuinorabio nine
drawers, concealed by panels. Ho
knew it well, for ho had given it to Ills
llancco as a wedding gift on tho day
tho marriage contract was signed. As
ho saw it now it wnlillod with'.a thous
and things which in the doptli of his
passionate devotion it had delighted
liini to lay at hor fcot. Neatly folded
In tho drawor holow wero vards and
yards of magnificent laces Aleneon as
lino as a robweb, Valenciennes as broad
jxs vour hand, ami a garniture of point
tlo Vonlso lit for a Queen. Ho remem
bered that, too, for ho hail bought it
-himself during one of Ids tr ps to Italy.
Iu tho upper compartments wero jew
els, bracelets, rings of gold, cats'-oyes
and emeralds; her diamonds in their
velvet boxes and pearls of wonderful
tintings, and a hundred and one other
things winch touched him deeply,
A moment sullloed htm to run through
these various objects, and again ho saw
the face of Christine smil ng and
blushing as she expressed hor thanks.
Ho could even recall how hor voice
trembled, and how ho
1.1 IT K I) Hl'.U HAND A NO TKNIUMtLY KISS
MI IT.
The wardrobes mid thodross ngcasos
wore all unfastened and the keys in tho
locks, but that proved nothing tho ap
pearance of having nothing to conceal
was the best way to avoid suspicion,
Ilu opjnod one of tho doors and eager
ly scaunod tho contents, A "Wotting
enso foil under Ids hand; he searched
llio pockets, turned the loaves, shook it
violently, scrutinized tho Impress. ons of
.'the Ink upon the blotters, and even
placed it beforo the mirror In an o lib it
to reconstruct tho wonts and bits of bro
ken phrases. In another of tho draw
ers wore p les of blank books, receipts,
.-odds and ends of papers, notes, invita
itions, pleas for charity and a package
xif letters bound up with a ribbon.
I have them now," ho cried to him
lelf. He broko tho string, the package
fell apart tho writing was his, tho let
ters his own. A year ago tho Govern
ment hail s,ent him on u miss on to Sy
ria to investigate an op domlo of ohol
era raging there In a very fatal form,
lie was Jibsont for two months. Even
thon. though devoured by anxiety.
Christino had nover uttered a word tha
would have prevented her husband froti
accepting tho porilous honor. Everj
mail had brought him letters by the doz
on. What had ho dono with thoso pagei
upon which siio had poured out lioi
heart? Kept them at lirst and thci
ho could not remember. She, on tin
contrary, had guarded rcliglouslv ovcrj
scrap that ho had written her few
enough in the hurry and part of hii
work. But this hoarding of lotton
proved nothing cither absolutelj
nothing. At that time, doubtless, slit
was loyal to him. Ho scornfully scat
tered ilicm upon tho carpet. In the
drawer with tho letters wero some en
vclopcs, each marked with a date and
containing a faded llowcr. Ho line
found something at last.
Upon tho first of them, tho oldest o!
all, no rend tho dato, January L'C. 18 ,
tho day that ho was oilicialiy authoriz
ed to pav his addresses tho day thai
ho sent her his first bouquet. Ho could
sco it yot a great bunch of lilacs, tea
roses and japonicas. Siio iiad taken
from it u rose and put it aside. She
hail done tho same with all that follow
ed those that ho had giren her on fete
davs and tho anniversaries of then
wedding-day. Sometimes it was a
sprig of heliotrope, an azalan blossom,
or tho velvet leaf of a camellia. They
wore all there, these pitiful tokens of
love anil trust, lying in thoir shrouds ol
paper, dead dead as siio who had so
tenderly guarded them; dead as the
happy love of hours that wero past and
gone.
It seemed to Pascal, in his jealous
fury, that every thing conspired to re
tard him in ids righteous search. Seis
ing the envelopes with passionate rage
lie Hung tlioni into tho fire; some foil
upon tho hearth, some upon tho coals,
and these slowly crumbled away. He
had certainly not been happy in his re
searches. Hut thoro wero still tho armoiro and
tho cabinet do toilette perhaps he
would liuil what lie sought there. He
tossed tho contents upon tho floor, over
turned tho Jinons, tumbled tho cloth
ing, throw aside tho lianddorchiefs, and,
it is useless to say, found nothing.
Stay, I am wrong; thoro was
somhthinq in tub ii0tt0m of the
duawkh;
Something ho had not expected to sec,
and wlncli lillcd Ills oyos with scalding
tears. It was a "layette." a baby's
wardrobe, tho tinv garments coiuploto
in every detail. Months after marriage.
Christine had hoped to taste tho joys of
maternity. With what ardor, with
what fovor of lovo sho had worked at
these dainty vestments!
That hopo had failed him also. His
throat tightened, ho folt as if choking,
but ho quickly rocovorod himself: noth
ing should make him abandon his
search.
The clock on tho mantlo markod livo
tho morning, but Pascal's excite
ment prevented his fooling fatigue.
Stretched upon her back, hor pale form
scarcely distinguishable from tho linen
of tho pillows upon which sl:o lay, the
doad woman impassively assisted in the
scene of disorder of which her chnmhor
had been tho theater, tho calm immo
bility of face and figure forming a
straugo contrast to the surrounding
confusion.
Behind tho doors of tho cabinet do toil-
otto woro heaps of dresses and piles of
household linens, and back iu a corner
of tho shelf a jeweled casket. Ho had
forgotten it until now, yet it was there
sho invar ably concealed her valuables.
llio key never left her; sho carried it
in hor pni tcmoniiale, tho portonionnaio
which of course was in the pocket of tho
dross she had been wearing ami which
was now hanging across the chair at
ids eibow. lie rushed to tho dress. Ho
was ashamed of the action. 'Neverthe
less did not hesitate. Ho slipped ids
hand into the pocket: the norlomounnio
was thoro, and with it a piece of paper.
It crackles beneath ins lingers; perhaps
it is t ho letter! It is tho letter the
letter which had taken hor out. It was
tho envelop only that she had throw in
to the lire. At last, at last, ho holds in
ids grasp the elowthat will lead him to
his vengeance. 11 s hand closes upon
it convulsively; he unfolds it; lie stares
with amazement and makes mi angry
gesture; it is from Mad. Diunarais,
Christine's mother. No matter, he will
read it. Nothing must bo neglected
that will load him to that man that
man in tho overcoat, with his hat over
Ids oyos. and whom his wife had kissed
in tho streets of Paris.
"My dear daughter." wroto Mad.
Diunarais, ' good news lias made mo so
happy that my neuralgia lias gone,
where or why I know not; porhaps
never to return. Louis has just this
moment arrived from Constantinople,
as usual, without tho least warning.
Ho desires to sco thee immediately.
Como at once. What happiness it will
bo to have thou together! Louis regrets
that lliv husband is absent at Versail
les, but will breakfast wilh tlieo to
morrow. Ho has a surprlso for Pascal,
tho cross of tho '(Irando Ordre,' a de
coration of honor which tho Sultan of
Turkey has created for thoso eminent
hys clans who exposed themselves so
lemtivillv In Svi-ln. When tliev knew
that Louis was returning to Paris thoy
entreated him to deliver it to ids
brother-in-law In porson. Put say not
a word, It is a secret until they meet.
However, it Is not all ho brought. Ho
lias an assortment of gorgeous stuns
and a superb Turkish costume for thee,
aiso irom the ouitan. it is a marvoi,
I tell tine, and Louis intends tlieo to
nut It on he fotn linn, that he innv illdiro
of tho effect Hut como as quickly an
possible. Thoy brother will see tlieo to
a carriage on thy return homo.
Pascal could road no more. Tears
streamed from ids eyes. Crushed by
remorse, ho fell upon a chair, regard
ing without seeing the scattered papers,
tho towels, tho clothes that his ijaorillgo
ons hands had thrown upon the floor in
blind, Insensate rage. Ills heart folt as
if it would burst.
Suddenly ho leaps to his feet; some
one was callng him. Can ho believe
his ears? Has grief made him mad?
Surely it is tho voice of Christine that
calls iipouli s name, that speaks to him
and demands to know "what it is that
he is doing there." Bowddorod and
blinded with tours. Pascal turns to lie
hold his wife gaz ng upon him from the
bed raised upon her elbows and casting
leaks of terror and astonishment upon
tho disordered cliatubor, as if thoro had
been a robbery.
"Sho lives sho is not dead!" no
drags li msolf to tho bedsido and buries
his faco in tho pillows.
"Pardon mo Chiistino; pardon mc.
my wife," ho hoarsely murmurs, Ids
body shaken by convulsivo sobs, a Hood
of tears pouring from his burning oyes.
Tho explanation between them was
not long. Christine, after humoring
tho fancy of her brother to dress and
coif her in tho Sultan's present in a
true oriental stylo, had been conducted
by him to tho regular station whero
thoy had expected to find a carriage.
But it was not until thoy had gono
tho length of tho Hue do Ilarvo that
liicy had mot tho liacrc. Sho had re
fused, knowing how fatigued ho must
be from traveling, to allow him to ac
company her. Onco in tho carriage sho
remembered nothing more.
It was now Pascal's turn to relato
how sho had fallen into a syncope un
der tho combined influence of fatigue,
nervous excitement and tho action of
tho cold upon imperfect circtitalion.
This SMicopo had bjconio lctliarg c in
character, indeed, almost cataleptic.
Believing her dead and blinded by a
mad jealous', caused by the mysterious
conditions under which ho had found
her, ho had dared to outrago her by tho
most odious suspicions. A life of re
penteneo could not atono for his fault.
Christine, however, refused to listen to
his self-reproaches. Tho madness of
her husband was in iier eyes but tho
natural outgrowth of tho affection ho
lioro hor, and sho forgave him with all
lier heart.
But all tho same, Pascal was not
cured of Ids jcalousj'. You can not euro
inch things. Still, tho fear that lie had
.suffered proved a warning to him. He
devoted himself to his wife morn than
her had dono oven in the days of thoir
parly wedded life. Tho academy suf
fered, it is true, tho loss of many in
teresting lectures and treatises, but, to
finish liuo tho stories in tho fairy books,
Pascal and his wife woro happy forever
more.
The Ballet Ceutrifitgally Considered.
A not too entertaining caller at tho
sanctum was relating, tho other morn
ing, Ids opinion of tho opera as given
on tho evening previous. Ho alluded
to the vast amount of talk concerning
the morality of llio ballot with which
tho papers havo recently been fill eel.
"I haven't any opinion on tho sub
ject of tho relation between ' tho bullet
and ethics," ho was plo asod to observe,
wliilo tho editor ooucoalod a yawn bo
hind ids hand, "but I havo discovered
what is tho most awkward predicauiont
iu which a mortal can be placed."
"And what is that?"
"Why, if tho promiero danscuso in
dancing a passcul should turn a
pirouette so fast that one of her legs
should lly off from contrifiigal force."
"Nonsense; slio'd only havo to stand
on one too until somebody brought it
back. Tho situation is not nearly as
awkward as was that of T. tho other
evening when ho found ho had just in
troduced Mrs. X. to hor divorced hus
band; or as that of P. when ho found
himself at a dinnor party assigned to
Miss Y., by whom lie had boon reject
ed two days earlier."
"Why, those tilings," tho visitor ob
jected, "are in tho common experience
of social life, and all education is a
training to moot tlioni. Civilization is
mado up of a series of experiences
that train a man to accepting this sort
of unpleasantness but tho dancer can
havo had no oxporionco tiiat would
enable her to preserve her countenance
and hor coolness in so novel a situa
tion as that of boing suddenly and
unexpectedly mado into a unipod, ami
"if you will oxcuso mo," tho editor
said, with brisk rudenoss, "you are
talking procio is nonsense and 1 am, or
ought to bo very busy. Do you mind
giving somebody elso tho benolit of
your original and startling ideas, so
that I can finish my copy before the
foreman comes after my heart's
blood?" Itoston Courier.
A .Mouth Hot.
A Now Yorker from Congressman
Burleigh's district took a trip through
Vermont lately, and met cx-Gov.
Underwood. They and sorao friends
sat down to plav poker, and after a
few rounds tho Now Yorker and (low
Underwood both had good hands.
Thov hot for a whilo. and tho Governor
said": "I raise you $10."
"Where's tho money?" asked tho
Now Yorker.
"That's all right." answered tho
Governor; "wait till tho hand is
over."
"That is a mouth hot, is it. Governor,
and you don't have to put up till the
liaml is played?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Then, Governor, I sco you SIO.
and raiso you tho whole State of Ver
mont." Tho game ceasod. A'eio York Sun.
A Remedy for Her.
"Mother," said a boy, "Mrs. Ging
ham appears dreadfully do wily, of late,
doesn't sho?"
"1 do not think sho appears so woll
dressod as sho did before hor husband
died."
"Wo must attribute it to hor being
all broko up over hor loss."
"I guess so,"
"I know of a remedy that I will sug
gest to her."
"What would you proscribe for a wo
man, whoso frame of mind has been so
terribly disturbed?"
"I would merely tell hor that she
ought to bo re-palred." Pretzel's
Weekly.
It Was u Rubblt.
That's a rabbit, I snpposo?" quer
ied a young lady of a stall-keeper at
tho Central Market.
"Yes' in. but how on oarth did you
como to know it?"
"Why, 1'vo been studying natural
history for tho lust twelve years."
"La nioi but what eddioation dons for
people, to bo sural Como down to
morrow and sou if you can tell a squir
rel from a fox." Detroit Free Press.
TYPICAL LIARS.
Tho Three Climes "Which nro tho Itec-
ognlzcd Loaders In tho South.
In southern towns, lying, which was
hitherto a sort of accomplishment is
now a profession, The successful liar,
like tho successful poet, must bo fav
ored by nature. Nearly any man, of
even Indifferent education, can learn to
write pleasant rhymes, but it requires
not alono tho eye of tho skillful critic
to sco tho lack of poetry in them ;
nearly any man can lie, but his hearers,
though humble and uneducated, can
discern tho absence of that inherent
quality without which a liar needs not
hope for unalloyed fame, ihero aro
now only three classes of liars, in small
cities, who can successfully claim pre
eminence : tho firo otigine-huoso liar,
the livery stable liar and tho drugstore
liar. Of courso there are other liars
who, at times, hold up tho appearanco
of ultimate establishment on a linn
basis, but thoso appearances pass away
when upon matiirer thoughts, tho pub
lic recognizes tho fact that every inch
of tho vast territory of liardom is amply
covered by tho triumvirate above
named.
Tho engine-house liar is past the mid
dlo age, wears a slouch hat and some
times decorates himself wth green gog
gles. This occasional adornment lias
caused people of euphuistic tendencies
to refer to him as tho goggle-oyod pre
varicator. Ho is generally tho propri
etor of a soro-moutli hoy, about six
years of ago. Whenever ho sees this
boy loafing in tlto neighborhood of the
ongino house, ho calls him and says,
"Hun along home, now." Sometimes,
in reply, the boy yells hah!" but ho
does not run along homo. Tho father,
feeling that ho has dono his duty, re
sumes ids split-bottom chair, tilts him
self so ungently back against tiio wall,
tho result of miscalculating tho dis
tance, and allows a slight oxelaniation,
very much liko tho "iek" of a frog to
escape him. Then ho proceeds with
the tearing of leaf after leaf from tho
great unabridged volunio of his expe
rience. No one believes him, except,
perhaps it be a chance listener who lias
spont ins life in somo academy teach
ing young men tho groat profession of
journalism. Tho engine-house liar is
exact with regard to ids dates. The ac
tive part or even the plot of an incident
which lie relates is of little coiisequonoo
in comparison with tho prec so date.
"Let mo see," ho will say, attempting
to frown Ids grasp of recollection into
a vigor which will admit of no mistake,
"it was in the afternoon of tho 21st day
of June, 1840 yes, it must havo been
in tho afternoon for I know that I was
coming from dinner. No, I was going
to dinner and it was consequently in
tho forenoon of tho 21st day of Juno,
1849 Now, wasn't it 1850? Let mo sco,
It must havo boon in '.W for it was tho
voar Mose Gaudorson moved to the old
Pryor place. Hold on; when did Mose
move there?"
Some one tolls him that tho prociso
tlato has nothing to do with the interest
of the story, and after while, agreeing
that it lias not, ho proceeds witli the
story, but any ono can see that ids
powers of narration aro c.r pplod and
that his mind occasionally steals back,
and, like a hired man sorting out seed
potatoes, rakes up tho unsettled dates.
by listen ng to linn a man may bo as
sisted in arriving at tho truth, if ho
should follow a trail running in a direc
tion opposite from tho ono pointed out;
otherwise truth will continue to grow
dim and (indistinct until not a trace of
it is insight. A great many middling
liars whoso trickery has been mistaken
for talent and who have worked thoir
way into polite society, aro simply tho
imitators of tho fire engine-house liar.
Tho held of tiio liverv stablo liar is
limited, but well cultivated. IIo cares
nothing for reiniii'scoueos of men, but
ho is full of horse biography. In his
oVuiion the, human being is much in-
. . .11 Tr. !...! I..
lurior io mo nor.se. no is in iiuuut as
to whether his daughter is seventeen
or eighteen years of age, but if any ono
should ask h m the ago of Nat W ether
ton's iron-gray filly, ho w 11, without
hesitation, but with a smile showing
what extreme pleasure ho feels in being
able to g.vo such useful information,
reply: "Three years old on tho sixth
of last mouth." Ho has owned more
line horses than any other man in tho
neighborhood, There aro no suoh
horses now as there wero when ho was
onjoying his best days. IIo chows
black tobacco and sp'its through ids
teotli. Somebody, no ono knows who,
is always owing iiini money and won't
pay him, and for this roasou ho is un
able to discharge, the debts which ho
owes. No ono over know tho livery
stablo liar to striko a lick of work, and
how ho manages to livo is a mystery,
yet ho sadly exclaims against tho labor
which lie is compelled to perforin in
tho afternoon ot his life. Ho is an
illustration of tho fact that a man may
not bo a drunkard and yet bo a man
who is utterly worthless to his family
and to the community in which ho
lives.
Tho drug store liar loses casto in tho
winter, but in tho Mimmor, when ho
sits at tho right or the loft of tho pre
scription case, whore the cool breezes
can fan ill in. lie is iu full bloom. Hu
lias many im lators, but unable to keep
pace Willi him, thoy degenerate into
the ordinary liars wliioh plentifully
abound iu nearly all saloons. The
drug store liar believes that when ho
wants ft drink of whisky it is Ids duty
to feign sudden illness," indigestion, or
something for wli.eh alcohol is pro
scribed. Sometimes, upon entering
tho drug store, ho sadly shakes his
head, frowns and says:
"Didn't sleep a wink last night.
Was attacked with a peculiar nervous
ness, and shook liko a man with tho
ague. What's good for nervousness?
. don't want any patent medicine.
Say, give mo a little of that old
whisky."
Tho drug store liar attempts rolino
mont and makes some pretenses to
learning; moreover, lie is u 1 torary
critic, and, when any ono bestows
praise upon a now writer, declares that
literature of all sorts is in its dotage,
ami, in disparagement ol the now
writer, mentions Waller Scott It Is
with extreme roliiotanco that in En
glish fiutiou ho allows a modest place
to Thuekery, but with the least en
couragement, ho would declare thai
tho "fiiad" would bo a moro creditible
literary pcrlormanco had it been writ
ten by Scott. As a rule, the drug store
liar worships tho memory of Andrew
Jackson, and, if you do not wish to be
come the object of sovero criticism, il
is only with extreme danger that you
can hold an opinion different from his.
He has been a lighter, but tradition
savs that ho has never killed anything
but whisky. Arkansaw Traveler.
A HINDOO FESTIVAL.
A Celcbrntlon -Which Took I'lnoo or.
tho linnUs or the Gnncs.
I spoke of the festival for which the
people were preparing at the time ol
our entrance into Benares; it was to be
held at night on tho Ganges, and was
but one of tho forty Hindoo and Mo
hammedan molas held every year in
Benares. This, wo were told, was tiu
Burwa-Mangal nielu. held on the rivei
on tho Tuesday after what is called the
Holi festival. Wo thought we' should
liko to witness this sight, and so pro
ceeded about 9 P- M. from our host's
house in the cantonment to the city.
We were greatly impressed with ev
erything we saw: tho river's bank
scorned to bo crowded with human be
ings, dusky themselves in hue, but
dressed in garments of many colors;
nnd wo proceeded down one of the
many ghats through this mass of hu
manity to the river's brink and slopped
into a gayly-caparisoncd boat, where
wo wero received by a Hindoo baboo,
who had invited several of the English
residents to see the tamasha, and who
had provided lemonade, champagne,
cakes and ices for his guests. This
gentleman, short in stature, was dress
ed in a long blue velvet coat and white
trousers, and woro a blue cap with a
triangular tail suspended from tho
back, while on his eyes lie had dark
colored spectacles. I must confess I
was not charmed witli his appearance.
The boat itself looked very gay with its
yellow and red cloths, flags, etc., and
music enlivened us as we entered.
Very soon we wero surrounded by other
boats.some of which were more gaudily
attired than ours, that of the rajah of Be
nares having a marble top and another
boast an immonso peacock with spread
tail at its bow. Several of tho boats
had lower stonos surmounted by high
er ones, which wero covered with richly
colored canopies, and on which sat or
squatted natives in every variety of
dress and undress. Our boat was pro
pelled by a paddle which was worked
by men sis on a tread-mill, somo chang
ing with others as these wero weary,
and for somo hours wo were taken up
and down tho rivor, getting of course,
a magnificent view of tho city by night,
witli its various temples suit ghats, and
its crowds of people. At tho burning
ghats dead bodios wero being consum
ed, so that their ashes might mingle
witli the waters of tho holy river. After
midnight two Nautch girls came on
board, eaeli accompanied by four men.
who made most amusing gestures as
they followed up the dancing girls, witli
rudo music and singing; one man. clad
entirely in yellow and beating a tom
tom, was particularly entertaining. lie
would hum and then give a grunt, as
his whole body seemed to perform what
ho was playing witli his hands. Tho
girls wero beautifully dressed, and
sometimes sang as thoy danced, going
up to ono and another of tho party
assembled. It was impossible to look
on them without pit', brought up to a
life of debauchery and dedicated to the
service of these temples, which really
means of the priests of the temples.
Those for many years were tho only
girls that were allowed to learu to read
and write, and thus arose' tho feeling
winch still largo Iv exists, that it is a
disgrace for a girl to bo able to press
a stylo upon a palm leaf." Christian
ity and c vilizatioii aro alternating
theso things now. and the uav is pass
ing away when tho Nautch g:rl alono of
her sex may be educated. Sunday
Magazine.
Enterprising Lit tlo People.
Julian Hawthorne's little eleven-
year-old daughtor is said to bo able to
wall: a nine in seven minutes.
The twelve-y oar-old daughtor of
Hans Hanson, a farmer, of Pipestone
county, Minn., ploughed 112 acres of
his farm last year.
Two youngsters of Greensburg, hid.
Hoy Nading. aged eleven, and a play
mate named Moredeth, of tho same age
left homo a few days ago and cannot
bo found. 'They had previously de
clared that they wero going West to
shoot a few Indians.
Tho editor of a weekly paper publish
ed near Palatka, Fla., announced in a
recent is-mo of t ho paper that the graet
or part of its contents had been put in
type during his illness by his 'young
daughters, aged 12 and 11.
A farmer's house near Bufllngton,
Wis., caught lire last weok when no
water was at hand to extinguish the
flames. A outliful member of tho fam
ily ran to tho dairy and tiioro procured
it quantity of milk, with which the
bla.o was speed ly quenched.
A boy of thirteen wont into tho ja 1 at
Jacksonville Fla., and asked tho iiu
tliorit.es to allow him to servo out the
sentence of a boy who had boon impris
oned for vagrancy. Tho Justice who
sentenced tho boy was appealed to, and
was so affected ' by tho lad's devotion
that ho ordered his friend's release.
Tho Shaded Candle iu Use.
The candle on tho dinner-table hold?
its place still. The latest device thai
the art-ware establishments havo con
trived for its adorning is a sliding shade
that falls imperceptibly as tho candle
burns lower. The shade is ;mado iu
tho simple Bohemian glasses, in deco
rated art glass of every description, and
is sometimes seen in rare jeweled glass
in every rich, soft hue. Tho shaded
candle ' sheds over table furnishings,
flowers and faces of the guests the
very perfection of light that tho din-nor-glvers
have iookod for theso manj
years in vain. .New lork Mail ana
Express.
Tho woman who woars a f 9W India shawl
on the tobo:an slide might be said to U
guilty of rapid extravagance. rhlfoddphtt
CM.
Moral and Legal Marrlnge.
Just now tho Chicago public is busj
with meditations, debates and horroi
. i
over marriages como aim comin
The elopement of a young girl and hci
marriage at midivght to tho boy or lad
of her choice, moved not a little the
inmost soul of a few hundred thou
sand persons who reside in Cook Coun
ty; but Jtliis commotion was a calm in
compar son with tho tumult caused by
the illusion which came suddenly ovci
the mind of a rather noble girl, nn
illusion which assumed tho form of a
... . . .i i 1 1
uesire io weu one oi me leaning mi
arcliists now in the County Jail under
a dcatli-seiitencc.
The latter case has aroused an indig
nation as broad as tho normal condition
of tho local mind, the reverend gentle
man cont. lines, in the Chicago Journal,
and has awakened an approval as
largo as the admiring o role around
Captain Black and his incarcerated
clients. "With that small number oi
jicrsons to whom tho murder of eight
pol ceiuen and the wound ng ol
twenty moro was a ven'al matter, this
wedding between a young girl and the
leading agent in tho bloody riot is also
rather a nice tiling. The women and
men who had sympathy and flowers
for the May rioters ought to bring plen
ty of blossoms for tho January wed
ding. Tiioro was no great wrong in
the death of tho policemen, and much
loss wrong would there bo in tho jail
wedding. So argues tho Captain
Black coterie of mortals a coterie
whoso codo of ethics is perhaps the
most original ever fabricated outside
of an insane asylum, which, begining
in tho espousal of anarchy as a vir
tue, culminates in asking a beautiful
girl to marry, it being a pity for such a
social flower to waste its sweetness on
the desert air.
It was a wonderful kindness of heav
en to grant to the same city which per
mitteil Captain Black to live and in
culcate ctithies. Sheriff Matson also to
live to prevent tho Black idea from be
coming epidemic. What would become
of us if to ids tasks liko a lawyer Cap
tain Black wero given liberty to weave
marriages between tho anarchists in
jail and tho foolish girls out of it? Tho
sheriff has como in as a most timely re
buko to one of tho greatest absurdities
of tiio age. A man of good sense lias
risen up to quite a bedlam.
It did seem for a time as though tho
marriage being conceded as coining,
some eleygyinan would bo found to
take his sacred robes in a carpet-sack,
and, donmng thorn in the jail, make
two loving hearts to beat as one. Iu
tho recent runaway match a clergyman
was found who would rise at midnight,
and for a consideration, rattle over
some holy words, and thus place li is of
lice on a level with a village squire.
That tliis same clergyman could havo
been secured for our jail wedding tiioro
is uo reasonable doubt, for, with him,
as with many other preachers, marri
age lias lost its religious element, and,
like a business partnership, is a moro
matter of law. This is a strange phe
nomenon in tho Episcopal Church, be
cause a church which is so careful
about how a marriage bond shall bo
dissolved should reveal some preference
as to how it should be created. If mid
night and sol tudo and girlish greon
ness make a good beginning, tho man
ner of ending should be of little impor
tance. But the Spies nuptials, now only
prospective, reveal the ridiculous pass
tc which marriage lias como by help of
botli law and the gospel. The clergy
havo helped to degrade the altar.
Some of our singers and actresses havo
been marr ed three or four or five times
tho words "till death us do part"
having nothing to do with the part ng.
A silly man and woman can get mar
ried in a shop window, or up in a
balloon, and at any time of night or
day. Three or four dollars, or a dollar
and a half even, will sufficiently be
cloud tho moral sense ot parson or
squire, and on goes tho wedding with
neatness and dispatch. Our ago now
completes its hideous work by asking
us to admire the orange blossoms which
a good g rl proposes to wear in tho
County jail for a few moments. The
daily papers havo done noble duty by
expressing, instead of admiration, their
indignation at all concerned in tho
affair, and especially toward thoso who
are oltl enough to pososs some of tho
admonitions of common sense.
This little paper was begun with tho
design of suggesting that tho clergy
should never tako part iu any clandes
tine or eccentric marriage. Tho cler
gyman's rite is not tho legal ntc. His
wedding possesses a religious element,
and if silly people run to him to bo
married, they should bo sent onward
toward some magistrate. Some of tho
Chicago pastors liave done this again
and again. Thoy havo said to runa
ways and eccentrics: "Wo cannot
perform a legal ceremony; our cere
mony must bo both moral and legal,
and tiio marriage you seek contains no
religious element whatever." In
thoso davs of degraded marriage thoy
aro no doubt gladthat what ceremonies
they have performed have been solemn
iswd amid benedictions and flowers
wortli ly placed. If there must bo for
lorn and wretched weddings, let tho
common squire liavo the lienor and tho
glittering fee, but lot tho clergy step
asido until tho union can bo moral as
woll as legal. llev. David Swiny, in
Ihicayo Ledger.
Feels Lonesome.
I never felt so darned lonesomo in
my life," said a Buck of tho Yards man
tho other dav."
"What's tho matter now?" asked a
bystauden ,
"Nothin's tho matter, now, an' that's
what bothers mo. I've just got woll 'o
tho celeb, an' don't have to scratch.
I've lost a heap o' 'iuusoinont Good
all's Sun.
Correction of a False Rumor.
Tito report that the joko about tho
fM,iiiinrr woman's foot had hnnn taken
Into dry-dock for repairs wa the basa
I invoutiou of tho numerous proprietors
of another chestnut, Tho joko about
' tho Cli cago woman's foot still spreads
Itsolf over tho periodical litoraturo of
tho land, and crushes a million readers.
I dally. Drake's Traveler's Magazine,