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HELEN LAKJSMAN; on, Tho Story of a Young Girl's Strug Bio With Adversity. BY JOHN R. MTJ8ICK. Anroon or "tub Uanker of DEDronD," "Waltku Biiowsfiei.d," Eta CopyriqM, 1SS6, 6yAX Ktllogg Xeinpaper Co. I "Mow, Mrs. Stuart, 1 want yon to i forgive mo if et-in to ho mcddlin' i Svitli your family affaire, but I assure yon what i am goin to say 1 say out of my strong friendship ami desire for yonr happines: "What do yon mean?" asked tho mo terrified Mrs. Stuart "Please tell what it is." "Well, there is danger of Warron being earried away by that girl." "Who, Helen?" "Yes, Helen. I know she seems very nice, and all that, that she is devoted to her littlo brother and excites yonr sym pathy, but can't you see she's playing a deep game. She's doin' all this to entrap your son. I know her." "Do you know any wrong of her?" "Well, she is no better than she ought to bo. I know that," and Mrs. Arnold rocked back in her chair with that air of reserved information so gratifying to a tattler. "Mrs. Arnold, I wish you would tell me what there is against Helen Lake man's character. I don't want a per son in my house who has a blot upon her name." "There's only rumors from where she came, but these, of course, couldn't be proven, she has covered them up, so it's best to say nothiu1 about it; but she lias determined to become your daughter-in-law." These suspicions were, to uso Ped dler Pete's expression, "lies made out ' whole cloth." Having broken tho ice the subject was easy to discuss. Airs. Arnold was gratified to find her ad vice received in the manner desired. She suggested that Warren be sent away for a few weeks, and in the meanwhile that "that hired girl" bo shipped. I Having spent a very pleasant after noon to herself and performed her duty j in what she deemed a Christian man-! ner, she bade Mrs. Stuart good-bye, refusing to remain for tea, and returned home. CHAPTKR VL ' ADOPTING MRS. AIINOI.D S PLAN. Mrs. Stuart felt not a littlo annoyed ait tho interview with Mrs. Arnold. She dismissed any thought of evil on Helen's part, save perhaps a desiro to marry into a good family and securo a home for herself and brother. She could not blame tho poor girl for that, for she had a hard time, "dear knows ;" but then, sho didn't want her marrying into their family, and especially the son of whom she was so proud. Now, if she should marry Clarence, it might do. Clarence was to bo a plain fanner, and Helen would niako "some fanner a good wife," but Warren had been sent to college, ho had a profession and must look higher than a hired girl. He i. . t 1 r .1 t. jiiusi marry some iaiy irom tno city or town. Tho soliloquy of Mrs. Stuart was about as reasonable as tho solil oquies of mothers sometimes are. When she spoko to her husband about tho matter that night, ho be came furious and declared that Helen Lakeinan should leave tho place. "She shall go at once," the farmer -Said. "I have been observing with what a skillful hand she has drawn he; i net about Warren. She shall not have ' him." I "I do not think Helen is to blame." ! "You don't?" snapped tho angry "father, as though ho blamed his wifo' for the mischief that had already been! done. "WelU I do. I can seo her schemes, and Warren's a fool not to see them, too." "But don't mistreat Helen, Jacob," said Mrs. Stuart. "I can't help but pity tho poor girl." "I did pity her, but I don't now. That is the thanks wo got for having any thing to do with such onory trash. People always get paid for meddlin' with 'em." "Well now, Jacob, don't bo unreason able. You will ruin every thing by get ting mad and driving Helen away," said Mrs. Stuart. "You will get War ron aroused, and he will take her part and probably go with her." "Then what would you do, Aman da?" asked Mr. Stuart, with a sneer. "Have 'cm married in tho kitchen and give 'em an infair in the parlor, I sup pose. No, let her go, and if Warren wants to go with her, let him do so. I swear sho shan't stay on tho place." Mrs. Stuart was silent. Her husband was violent, and tho shrewd woman always allows her husband to quiet down before she attempts to manage him. A person would be a fool to try to handle a red-hot iron, and it would bo equally as foolish to try to handlo u rod-hot man. Mr. Stuart cooled rapidly; perhaps more rapidly than ho otherwise would have done if ho had had a plan of his own. He knew in his sober moments that his wifo was shrewder than him self, and ho dopended upon hor shrewd ness to extricate them from this dif ficulty. "What is your plan for managing this?" ho finally asked. Mrs. Stuart was silent; hor needles clicked and she bowed her head over hor knitting. "Mainly, aro you speechless P" ho nsked, exhibiting his vexation. " No, I can spoak yet," sho answered, still knitting away. "What is your plan for managing this affair?" "Oh, if you are going to manage it yourself, it's no uso to make any sug gestions,:' said Mm. Stuart foolish, Mandy ; "I've got none of my own. I think the plan suggested by Mrs. Arnold would be about tho best." "What is it?" "Oli, if you intend to have your own way in the matter go ahead ; it's no uso for any ono else to interfere. Mr. Stuart was silent a few moments. Ho stretched his feet out before him, thrust his hands in his pockets, while his brow cloud. was like a lowering thunder I'M mm 1MQ " WHAT IS YOUIS I'LA??" Mrs. Stuart, at last tired of tantaliz ing her husband, said: "Mrs. Arnold is a very good woman, and not only a good, but a shrewd woman. She, bo ing a disinterested party in the matter, is capable of giving advice in it better than wo who have a sou's welfare at stake." "If I don't know what her plan is 1 don't care about he:iring it talked about," said Mr. Stuart. i "She said the best plan would bo to send Warren away; send him to Chi cago on business that would keep him there for several weeks, and while lie is gone 'ship the girl.' " I Mr. Stuart at once saw tho wisdom j of this valuable lady's plan. It could be done without arousing the suspicion ! of cither. It might be done even in kindness to both, for now that his evil, passion had passed away he felt that the poor girl would not be much to blame if she married well. Helen, hu admitted, had .some excellent qualities, and had she been wealthy instead of poor, lie could have accepted her as a daughter-in-law. Ho resolved to wait a day or two, and in the meantinio form some excuse for sending his son away. The next day Helen seemed as obedient and humble as over. She never assumed any other part than that of a servant, yet her eyes could flash with spirit. When Mr. Stuart came suddenly into the kitchen and saw Warron talking to her, as she kneaded the dough, her sleeves rolled above her dimpled elbows, no knew that ho must act soon. Helen blushed aud looked affrighted at his entrance, while Warren was not a little confused. Ho said nothing, but kept a close observance of both. Tho next day he noticed Warren again talking in an under tone to the girl. Her manner was ever defferential, but she seemed annoyed with his attentions. "Something must bo done," said the farmer. Then he remembered a small iarm no nau purciiaseu a low years before in Cook County, 111. He would send his son to his real-estate agent in the city of Chicago to procure an abstract to the land. Mr. Stuart wrote to his agent telling him to not hurry about the abstract and detain his son at least a month in tho city. "Why, father ! why is it necessary for me to go there, if you only want an abstract ? " asked tho astonished War- ron' whon told tImt 1,0 w:w 10 take Ulu train tno npxt fwr Chicago "I will send you a power-of-attornov to sell tho place." "I did not know you wanted to soli the Cook County land." "Yes, I do," said tho father, lower ing his, brow in spito of himself. He knew ho was asking twice tho value of the land, and that there was but very littlo prospect of its ever being sold at his figures. Warren, who had noticed his father's lowering glances from day to day, and tho coolness with which ho treated Helen', suspected the real object of tho Chicago trip. Ho was too good a son to disobey his father, but ho determined to see Helen beforo ho loft and have the future settled. "Helen," said he, as he camo to where she was sowing, her brother at her side, on tho old porch, "I am going away to-morrow." Sho looked up at him and, in spite of herself, her great eyes filled with tears. ,"I am going to Chicago to bo gone some time. Now, beforo I go, I want to know whether you love me, and are willing to accept me for better or for worse r an "Oh, Mr. Stuart, don't," sobbed Helen, while her littlo brother fixed his great eyes on her. "Don't talk to me that way. It must bo wicked for me to listen to you ; think who I am." "I know who you are, Helen, and love you. Answer mo one question : Were our fortunes equal would you accept me r "1 would but there is a barrier between us, Mr. Stuart; you must not talk to me that way," and sho sprang to her feet and ran into the house. The noxt morning, as Warron was getting in tho wagon, ho noticed Helen milking tho cows. Ho let his vallso drop into the wagon, and ran into tho cow lot. "Helen," said he, in a whisper, "I know why I am sent away, and so do yon ; but I will come back and make you my wife, if I live." He clasped her a moment in his arms, pressed a kiss on hor ruby lips und was gone. Mr. Stuart, who had watched his son from tho window, said, as tho waon uomuiiiitig narren rattled away to the Newton railway station: "That's tho last they will ever see of each other." "Now don't bo what's yonr plan ?" until lis. CIUtTER VII. HKI.KS M ' SHIPPED." An unpleasant duty, when there is a shadow of doubt as to its beinc a duty, is a most disagreeable task to per form. While Mr. Stuart and his good who i in ry believed it to be their dutv to follow the suggestions of Mrs. Arnold and "ship the hired girl," there was a twinge of conscience in the thought. Somehow Mrs. Stuart saw so many lovcable qualities in Helen that the more she thought of her the more she regretted parting with her. Mrs. Arnold aud her ambitious daugh tor, Hallie, noticed with some alarm that two or three davs had elapsed since U'.,,.,lr ,!.... .... ...1 .1.... .1... ..I." 1 m o ui-jiuiiuiu aim mat iiiu mreu girl had not been shipped." They began to devise somo plan to stimulate the good people to action. Mrs. Ar nold was a good General, not only to plan, but also to execute. Dressed out in her Sunday suit and gold spectacles, holding her head high, and skirts above her shoe-tops, sho started out to call upon her neighlxirs. Wherever she went there was a scries of stories just slightly touched with scandal and con taining a great deal of mystery in the back ground to draw inferences from, pointing to poor Helen and the farm er's absent son. The stereotyped innu endo of "they say," was used with ex traordinary freedom, as though that earnest, high-looking woman, who worked so faithfully for the good of her neighbors, had a special claim on "they say." These stories gained as they were repeated, until the farmer was in formed that his son .actually designed eloping with Helen on his return from Chicago, and leaving the littlo crinnlw for Mr. Stuart to maintain or send to tho poor-house. Poor Helen, the innocent cause of all these rumors, was working diligently as a house servant, and almost wholly ignorant of the malicious slanders designed to defame her character. She was considerably depressed in spirits since Warren's sudden declaration ol love and his departure for Chicago. "O, why did ho say beloved meP" sho asked herself. " It will only add to my misfortune ; it only increases my humiliation," and sho wrung her hands, wtulo tlie tears trickled down her cheeks. "Sister Helen," said little Amos, who sat in a low chair near her, looking in her sad face, "why do you cry?" "Never mind me, littlo brother never mind mo. I will tell you a pleas ant story when I get my work done." There was no one in the kitchen savo herself and her little brother. "I dreamed last night a 'purty dream, sister, oh, so purty," said Amos. "What was it, littlo brother?" "I dreamed I saw a thousand angels a flyin' through the air." "That was a delightful dream, littlo brother." "Oh, it was so nice," cried the littlo fellow, clapping his hands at the glo rious remembrances the dream revived. "I hope we will seo tho angels when we die." "And there was such nico music, oh, sister! 1 never heard tho like. Great big harps and organs seemed to bo playin1 all over the sky. Is Heaven that nice?" "Yes, brother, and much nicer than you could imagine." "An', oh, sister, straight, an' I could my back was walk an' run like other boys; an' I could seemed to have wings." fly, 'causo I "You was an angel, little brother. said Helen, working to crowd down tho sad emotions which aroso in her heart, "I want to be an angel, agin, sister, B.-wu wic nine crippie. "un, 1 get so tired sitting hero all day, an1 I can' ii. i . . iuK rouuu inuen, only wise my crutcnes, an it I was un angel an could fly it would bo so nice." "You will be an angel some day, lit tle brother, because you lire good." "But it's so long to wait, an' I jist git tired sittnf hero an' waitin' an !i ( H 1 . . . waiun , saiu mo cniid, wnoso poor littlo crippled body prevented his enjoying much, of childhood's happl n ess. "lou must learn to be patient brother," said his sister, her face red with tho excrciso of bundling pots and Kettles. " I am, sister I lelen ; I can be patient, 'cos you are with me, but oh, if I should bo left without you ; if God should take you home in Heaven as He did mamma and papa, then what would become of mo?" Helen did not risk an answer for a few moments; then told him that he must not talk so; God took care of His little children. "But Amos. yon take caro of me," said "It is God, littlo brother, that gives m the strength and desiro to work for you. It is God that sont us to these good people, where I am able to niako a living for both of us." "But where is Mr. Warren, who used to play with mo, and talk to you, sister ? " asked tho boy. "He has gone to Chicago." "Where is that?" "A great way off." "Will he ever como back?" "O yes, 1 hope he will," Helen spoke unconsciously tho true desiro of her heart. Sinco the departure of Warron her burden seemed doubly great, and the scowl upon the faco of Mr. Stuart grow darker every day. She camo to fear him, and littlo Amos, who used to jrattlo fearlessly to tho fanner, was now awed into silence by his durk pres ence. Helen hail just finished sweoji ing tho house ami was congratulating herself on a few momenta' rest this warm afternoon, when the door ononed und Mrs. Stuart entered tho kitchen. Sho .hod some money in her baud, and tliero wits ok of unusual gravity on "Here, Helen, is three dollars," said she, placing tlnj money in the girl's hand. "There is not quite that much coming to you, but take it, you will 'need it," Helen turned her faco, white now, but beautiful still, to Mrs. Stuart, and asked by an appealing glance: "What do you mean ?" Mrs. Stuart evidently understood her unasked question, and said : "Wo do not want a hi ml girl any longer, Helen." "Then you do not want my services further?" Helen gasped, in dismay. "No, you hnd better hunt you another place. I think you'd better go to New ton and take the train for St, Louis." " But you have given me more money than was coming to me. You only owe niG two dollars and fifty cents." "I know it, Helen: but it will heln von along some to get another place. It will pay your fare on tho train." tieien iook a naltHlonar piece and placed it on the table by tho side of Mrs. Stuart, saying: "Mrs. Stuart, I can only take what justly belongs to mo; I want no more, and, with God's help, my little brother mil I will succeed some way in drivitv the 'wolf from the door.' " "But, sister, we ain't got no door, and I must stay out among the wolves," interrupted little Amos, in ii nanner so pathetic that the tears aroso in Mrs. Stuart's eves, and it was onlv y the greatest effort and strong re membrance of dutv that she was re strained from following her natural impulse to clasp the dear girl in her arms and tell her she should May. Helen was busv gathering up tho few articles of clothing belonginc- to lerself and brother, and putting them in an old carpet bag. You are not going nwav at once. ,iro youP" asked Mrs. Stuart, in aston ishment. "Yes, ma'am," said Uoien, striving to repress hor tears, for she felt this discharge was on Warren's account. "Do not go till morning, child, a rain is coming up." -no, airs, smart, wo will go on ns far ns we can to-night, and Ihj that far on our road in the morning." "I'll have you sent in tho wagon." "No, thank you, tho teams nro bus'." Little Amos put on his littlo jacket and hat, and then, with his crutches under his little arms, stood ready to ac company his sister. It was slow progress, indeed, thoy would make, and Mrs. Stuart knew it would bo hard for Helen to "find a place" for herself and the crippled brother. That good lady watched tho hired girl as she and tho boy passed out of the gate into tho lane, and then went into her bed-room to cry for having , done her duty in obeying Mrs. Arnold and "shipped that girl." Littlo Amos hopped along on his ( crutches without any complaint, for ho ' had learned to bear misfortunes with- j out a murmur. Great dark clouds wero rising in tho western sky, and thcro was every Indication of ono of those thunder-storms common to tho summer season. Helen did not go in tho direction of Newton. Why should she, who knew nothing of cities and towns, soek a homo there, exposed to their vices ? Tho country had been her homo and she would seek none other. Sho turned eastward, with her little brother foebly hopping along at hor side. Sho turned down tho lane. As thoy were parsing the pasture gate it opened, and lloso Stuart, her cheeks wet with tears, sprang out and threw her arms about Helen's neck. THEY STAItTKD DOW.V THE ROAD. "Oh I Helen, dear, good girl, do not think I am to blame for this." she fobbed. "I do not blame you, Rose," said Helen, her own tears falling fasU "forgive father and mother, tHey have been talked to by tho vilest slan derers." "I can forgive all as I hope to befor iven," turning her largo blue eves toward Heaven, as if she sought Divine approval. "Now she just looks like the angels I dreamed about," said littlo Amos, who occupied his timo, alternately, In watching the almost angelic expression on his sister's face and those threaten- ng clouds from which thunder occa sionally growled. 'Oh, Helen, wo aro going to have a storm," raid Rose, "won't you come back and stay until it is over?" 'Nol no! Hose, thank you, we must go on, wo will reach some shelter 1 hope beforo the rain begins to fall." "But oh, I wish you would let me iclp you. Here is Ave dollars my father gave mo to buy a new summer hat; will you not take it?1' "Oh, no! no! Rose, I could not." said tclon, drawing herself nwny, "I dare lot accept charity while I am stron' ml able to earn a livelihood for iimelf nid brother. Farewell, Rose, wo will dways remember you in love." "farewell, Helen, my dear, but will vtu leave no wonl for brother War ren?" OLD SQUIRE BEASLEY. Hie oniclatlnir Oenlin of the 1'nmnnt (rntnn (Irern of America. The villago of Aberdeon. O., directly opposito this city, has become famous within the last quattcr of a century as the Gretna Green of America. More couples aro married tliero in a year than in many largo cities of tho coun try. It is tho havn of runaway lovers from Kentucky, although couples go there from Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and even New York. Aberdeen is a pretty place of about niuo hundred inhabit ants. It is situated on the Ohio river, sixty-one miles above Cincinnati, and is reached by steamer anil ferry boat. Tho town is a leading tobacco market. Runaway marriages have be come so frequent at Aberdeen that tho peoplo pay no attention to them. Tliero aio somctini'S six or seven weddings a day. The veteran marrying 'Squire is Massic Beasloy, who is now seventy seven years old. He has held his pres ent olllce continuously for twenty years, and is always re-elected without oppo sition. Kvory grade of society appears before 'Squire Beasloy to havo the hy meneal knot tied. He is a good-hearted old fellow, and if tho pair have no money to pa the fee, which is often tho case, he dismisses thorn with his blcsdtig. Some of the couples arrive in carriages and are dressed in silks and broadcloth. Others cuter his office barefooted and in rag, but the 'Squire never turns them away, no matter how forlorn or pitiable their condition. Ho marries peoplo at the dead of night when they are in a hurry to escape the wrath of pursuing fathers or brothers. 'S((uiro Bonsloy's olllce has furiiishod many sensations which never got Into tho newspapers. On two or threo oc casions tho wedding has been harshly iniorriipied ny ine arrival ot pursuers just in tinio to prevent the ceremony, i no ago oi applicants lor ins servient makes no difference to Mr. Beiusley, He has united boys of thirteen and girls of eleven, but up to this timo ho lias never been involved in any trouble. The oldest pair to eutor matrimony bo fore the marrying 'Squire was a man of eighty and a woman of seventy-two. It had been a wonder how many morn children could bo wedded without making tiio justice liable to lino and imprisonment. It seems that Beasloy is a law unto himself. Ho asks no questions, and aims to make evory body happy without regard to ago or color. Most of Ids patrons are froiii Kentucky, and the marriage laws of that Stuto aro decidedly crude and indefinite. Within the last live yours West Virginia has sent many of her young people to Aberdeen to bo married. 'Squiro Beasloy has tied tho knot for 4,163 couples in tho sixteen years of his career in that timo. His prodocessor, 'Squire Shelton, who has been dead ntinv years, married fi.OOO couples in his life. In thirty years nearly 10,000 pairs of lovers havo buon made happy or miserable in Aberdeen. 'Squiro Beasloy is youthful In spirits, being a man of fine social qualities. His oflico is at his residence, a two storj brick, just on tho outskirts of the town. There, with ids only sou. Cap tain Tom Beasloy, ho keeps bachelor's hall. The room used for matrimonial purposes is largo and attractive. It contains an old-fashioned book-case and table, cozy arm-chairs, a bedstead and the 'Squiro's pot mocking bird Tho pxperionccs of Mr. Beasley provo that peoplo will undergo almost any hardship to got married. Tho run aways knock at his doors at all hours of tho night in tho worst of weather They como on horseback and on foot. frequently being only a few minutes ahead of tho infuriated father. Tho regprds of tho 'Squire's oflico show that Lowts County, Kentucky, ouils tho most runaways to Gretna Green, although evory county in that .State is well roprosontod in his register. Ohio couples nro required to produco n license, and in Ibis way Mr. Beasley saves himself from being amenable to tho laws of that State. Although 'Squiro Boasloy is a jovial fellow, ho is aggravatingly reticent about his careor as a dispenser of mat rimonial bonds. Ho has refused re peatedly to bo intorviowod on the sub ject and will not havo his picture taken. The 'Squiro kcops Ills records, not in a book, but on slips of paper. Ho says it is nobody s buslnoss who tho peoplo aro that como to him to got married. and ho will not rovoal any of tho many interesting secrets of which he in tho possosssor. A newspaper man once offered him a $100,000 for two of his pictures and an interview, but he post lively declined to consider tho proposi on. Mr. Boasloy has made several thousand dollars as tho result of his reputation as the marrying 'Squire of America. Maysvilk, (A'wJ for. Chi mgo Tribune. - - iho coasts of Lower California. abound with huge turtles, which weigh from 300 to 400 pounds each. Down at PiintaBauda, where a company is build ing a large hotel, one of tho workmen, who Is an export swimmer and who spends much timo In the water, has bo como skillful in riding tho big animals. A traveler says that when tho man see mo that Is big enough to ride, ho rwdiea Into the water and mounts it. He has away of shipping tho turtles on the side of tho head that makes them jog along, and, by striking them, ho also guides them. Ho rode a big fellow near the shore tho other day as the stage drove up tho coast road, and the oc cupants of tho stago wore so pleased with the exhibition that they made up a purse of $20 for tho rider. An other-tight joint can bo made with a screw-cap by just rubbing com mon bar soap In the thread. Tho ot bur will not penetrate through the soap. , CONDON'S PET GORILLA. th Huby from th Trnptro Prnrei ton Olnomy t,Htl Krllnu. The unpleasant Idea that must ariso In the mind of a visitor to tho gorilla which has been comfortably housed in 'ho Zoological Society's gardens. Regent's Park, will probably bo that he ought to bo spoken of as our young relation. Tho missing link, it is true, may yet bo wanting, but it is humiliat ing to bo forced, after watching the newcomer, and tho Chimpanzee Sally, in the next cage, to the conclusion that the hairy creatures behind the bars and the nineteenth-century peoplo in front of them have much in common. Our young gorilla is, of course, at present, the curiosity par excolloneo at the Zoo. This is his indisputable right, because of his raritj. The successful prolongation of Chim panzeo Sally's life to the tourth year gives hope that tho gorilla may al.no bo kept in the land of tho living to bo petted, admired, argued about and to be called (to its faco) a great troglo dyte anil an anthropomorphous ape. Our young gorilla docs not, so far. im press us as being of a happy or con tented disposition. Small wonder, in deed, is there for his melancholy. Ho voyaged from tho Gaboon in a wretched box with scarce room to move, and arrived from Liverpool at the Zoologi cal Gardens terribly knocked about, and, of course suffering from a cold that it was feared would bo tho fore runner of that pulmonary diseaso which so generally proves fatal to tho tropic-born anthropoids. Tho chim panzee, coming also from gorilla land, had been very good practice for Mr. Bai tlett, who accordingly nursed tho gorilla with almost parental care, and has had the satisfaction of seeing him rccovor health and in somo measuru become reconciled to his captivity. Tho animal has all the characteristic marks of tho trtio gorilla, and it is a great .iihantago to tho natural-history student to have tho opportunity of making comparisons between him and the chimpanzee. Which of tho two is most human in appoaranco will probably bo a matter of opinion. Sally is tamo, and'evon playful. Sho un derstands what her keoper says to hor. and has been taught by him to count straws up to live. She is fond of being noticed and will thrust out her paw, wilh its long filbert nails, to grasp tho hand of a stranger. The gorilla as yet will niako friends with none, but lie will occasionally bo tempted at tho sight of a bunch of grapes to como forward and sulkily pick up and cat tho fruit thrown in among tho straw. By and by ho may omergo from his sullen lit and permit himself to bo handled like Ids distant relative noxt door. After all, hois, boing threo years of age, but a baby, and tliero is ample time for tho ameliorating influences of kind treatment (not to mention tho courses of bananas, grapes, and an occasional pineapple to which ho is uicanwhilo treated) to sootho his savage and lenuukably broad breast. Sally is more human, nt loast in her diet, than the. gorilla, for sho has no objection to meat, and will tear to pieces and make very short work witli a pigeon. Tho gorilla's appetite has naturally to bo a good deal humored in these early days, when the luscious fruits and berries of his nativo forests havo not been qnito forgotten. Tho atmosphere of tho house in which thoso large apes reside, which is on tho north side of tho gardons (opposito tho kangaroos), is kept at about seventy dogreos, and tho cages of both gorilla and chimpanzee aro roomy apartments, furnished as appropriately as can bo expected under tho olroumstances. Tho gorilla, will mostly bo Jptind crouched upoa tho straw at tho roniolo end of his; house, with his arms clasped behind his head, and the stolid expression of his flat faco and dark eyes expressivo of a settled gloom. Thero is in Ids demeanor at such times a roal touch of nature that makes him kin with all who havo boon unhappy. Tho young naturalist who studios this young Hpccimon should supplement his visit to the gardens by another to tho Natural History Museum, whero a, stuffed adult specimen will be found. London Daily Ncwj. Who Struck Billy Patterson. i About forty years ago, at ono of tho medical colloges of this country, the students had a trick of hazing overv new man who entered tho institution. They would secure him hand and foot. carry him beforo a mock tribunal, and thoro try him for somo high crinurwith. whlch thoy charged him. He would bo convicted, of course and sentenced to bo lod to the block and decapitated. A student named William Patter- came along Jn time, and was nut through the court and sentenced ia the usual solemn and Impressive man ner. He was blindfolded and led to. the block, and his nock placed in posi tion. The oxocutloner swung his axo and burled It in tho block, allowing it, to bo sure, to go nowhere noar Patter- sou's head. Tho studonts laughed when tho trick was at an end, but Pat terson was dead. Ho had died from, what medical mon call shook. All the studonts woro put umlor arrest, and the question aroso, "Who struck Billy Patterson?" On tho trial It was shown that nobody struck him, but tho medi cal students retained tho expression, aud it has come down through them to tho present dny. St. Louis Qlobc-Pem- oerat. A good place to study human na ture is in a horse car: but you am apt, to think that human nature isn't worth. (Undying before you get through. UOItTiidKD. bomenwe jQurmU 1