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
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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.
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