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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 24, 1889)
AN OBJECT LESSON. A rr5.lty ds' w,th sott. eye Atnnon)f, soft hlr. In color blue! And tan and white, which parted Ilea VThia elt,,r ,lda' Uown neck a,l(1 back, ine children ay he Is a dude Hecause hit h ilr thin splits, and w Smile ut the apt similitude. Which suits onr docKle to a T. Of course he It n pet with all V r,.horac' lnclUt"ns wife and me, Uo.ll run to catch the children's ball. MfAnd It would make you laugh to sea Tne,antlcs he will cut at plav; . .J.,JflTe hls paw 'our h3nd to shalts. And hide his foxy head away Hotw xt his paws'when e'er you take ' An earnest look Into his eyes. Ah! then, how bashfully they fall lour gaze; bar. more than all, I pma His waving, pretty, waspish tall. r.ot for Us graceful, pretty curves. Us waving hair, In block and white; Dut for his waff, which I observe Is his expression for del ght. "When, home returning, on tho street Vile sees me coming, wag and bark My eye and ear unfailing greet. Ills muster's welcome always mark. I cm not do the smallest thing To him. give e'en a word, or look, s Or yet a crust of dry bread Ming Tohltn. -bit th it his xag Is shook. Fo tin .n fi mi hts gratitude. Aid what a lesson does he te.ich To animals of nobler brood Who, unlike htm. have gift of speech. The dog, my friend, will wag his tall To speak his thanks for what you do Or say. If kind, he'll ne or fall In this. My friend, how is't with your When morning comes, with rosy light, 10 uiss your eyelids, as you He nefreshed with stumbers of the night. Have you no graceful thanks to say To Him, whose mercy, while you slept. Watched over you In tender love, an health and strength your being kept Thai you may forth to duty movef And as the day goes happy by, Each passing hour with mercy fraught. Is there no upward glance of eye, Nor in your heart one grateful thought Of Htm. "The Otver of all good" Which comes to man, whose loving hand Provides alike for all their food And by whose power alone they stand? Tho social joys which bless thy lot; Tho powers or mtnd, and soul and heart; Aro these good gifts, or are they not? It yes, whose hand did them Impart? If to give thanks for these you fall. Of your intelligence don't brag; But think awhile of doggie's tall, And learn the lesson of Us wag I-'. It. Southmayd, in Inter O.-ean. A SLIP OF THE PEN. An Annoying, But Not Altoarethsr Unfortunate Mistake. I. It was all Dicky Carshalton's fault. Iu many respects an amiable youth, lio can not be said to bo possessed of tho finer feolings. and, perhaps, is not V-awaro of the extent of tho discom fort he produces in more sensitive people. A frequenter of parties of every description, ho is fond of vary ing the monotony of the social routine by various little practices. Of those, his favorite, not, alas! peculiar to himself, is commonly known as spoil ing sport. Whenever Dicky sees a pair of pooplo who appear to take particular delight in one another's . society, showing a tendency to seek v unto themselvos retreats, he is never I satisfied until, by some bold stroke or cunning stratagem, he has succeeded in separating them; or. at least, in destroying their enjoytuont for the rest of one evening. Tho happy possessor of an exhaust less supply of self-confidence and the (most bruzon impudence the objects tof his attack, moroov r, boing, from ilvoly defenseless it is heedless to uuu inui, uiuuu Kiutij iiua ma iuii Hiros on record, they are greatly out istripped in numbers by his successes, ibo there is nothing wonderful in the Jfact that Dicky was at tho bottom of that unfortunate affair with Jack end Ethel. ' Matters had long been in a delicate and critical state between those young jpeoplo. Jack had told himself over land over again that Ethol was a Hi ft, V find that he, for one, had no intention C -f ...1.1 i.:... ,if iit r w mji iiuuiiii; iiiiiisuii lu tiiu nab ui iiur victims; while Ethol had relieved her oolings by ropoatedly assuring herself that Jack was a cross follow who oared for nothing but his books, and was quito impervious to the charms of womanhood. But that night at tho Warringtons' things rentlv did seem to bo tnkincr a L turu for the better. Ethel had boldly turned tier duck: uu iiuu-u.-uuz.uii uuiur . , i i. i j . 1 .. .1 -. ! ,i on.l Tn tr trrncr flnur.t Into her honest eyes, was rapid ly forgotting the doubts and fears which had tormented him during the past months. There is no knowing what might not have happened had it not been for Dicky, who came up to them at this hopeful stage of affairs, his shoul ders in his ears, his hair brushod to a picety, and with tho most unmistaka ble look of mischief in his prominent eyes. "Good evening, Miss Mariner," ho said, taking Ethel's hand In his and squeezing it with empressment, and then tho two poor things, suddenly awakening from their dream, stood there chill and helpless while Dicky fired off his accustomed volley of chaff, and Ethol, with feminine presence of mind, ventured onono or two little pop guns on hor own account Miss Mariner," ho said at last, with a satlsllod glunco at Jack's sul Jen face, "have you been into tho conservatory? They've put up a lot .lecrumptlous tete-a-tete chair you can Tlmnfrlno." Poor Ethel lookod up at Jack, who stood! by, furious and sulky. "Ho is only too glad to get rid of me. Ho han't tho ordinary kindness to res cue mo from tins bora And 1 have been so horribly nmluble to him," she thought in despair. "If sho llkos that popinjay, let her go with him! I'm sorry for hor taste, that 8 an. roueoieu uuuk, uuu in un- Other, minute fciqol . louuu herioll .... "tin Dicky, whose largo eyes were roiung triumphantly in the light ol the rose-colored lamps, ono am not succeed in making hei -ape im it was time to go home. lack was nowhere to bo seen, and she drovo back in the chill gray Morning "uu Ul Heaviest heart she had known tor many years. ii. Ethel, ' said her mother at break- iast tno next morning, "did you havo a pleasant tlmo at the Warringtons?" "Oh. yes. mamma." said Ethel. urcarily. She was pale and heavy eyed; I think she had not slept all nignt. .1 A ...1 ...1. . . n uu nuu wero merer went on Mrs. Mariner, hoiping herself to but tered eggs with cheery briskness tutiel enumerated various people. 4.A.1 r- uu iiiKv larsnauon, sue con cluded, "and Jack Davenant." Tho last name slipped out with ex- aggerated carelessness, and yet it was whirring about in the poor girl's head. and had been dotng so for tho last livo or six hours, like an imprisoned blue bottle in a glass. "Jack Jack Jack Davenant." Was sho never to have another definite thought again? "By tho bye." said Mrs. Mariner, as sho rose from table, "will you send a note to Florence Byrne? I want her to lunch here to-morrow at 1:30 tho Singletons are coming." T. . 1. -I . . . ... . . ciuei moveu to me writing; table, blushing faintly. Sho remembered that Mrs. Byrne was Jack Davonant's cousin. "Half-past one. recolloct," cried her mother, as she rustled from the room Ethel listlessly took up hor pen, and pulled a sheet of paper toward her It was not stamped with the address. but she failed to notice this, and be gan at once "My dear Mrs. Byrne Ihen sho stopped short, and the buzzing in her bruin wont on worse than ever. I ho note got written at last, all but the signature, and then she besran to wonder dreamily If slfe should sign norseu "lours, very sincerely, or "Yours affectionately. " "Ethel. Ethel." cried her mother, putting her head in at the door, "I am going out. Givo mo tho note for Florence; I can take it to the post" Guilty and ashamed, Ethel seized her pen and wrote hastily, but in a bold baud: "Yours very sincerely, "Jack Davknant. lit. Mrs. Byrne nor answered neither camo to lunch the Mariners' invita tion. Mrs. Mariner oxpressed sur prise at this want of courtesy, and apologized to tho Singletons for hav ing no ono to meet them. "Are you sure. Ethol, you told her tho right day? Flo. ence is in town, J know, and it is so unlike her to b rude." "I think it was all right, mamma rmoi repuou, vaguely, ana never gave another thought to tho matter But on tho morning of the next day. as sne was practicing ner singing in trje great holland-shroudod drawing room, tho door was flung open to ad mit a benign and comely lady, who advanced smilingly towards her. iirs. lsyrnr: ' cneu htnel, in some surprise, getting oil tho music-stool. Mrs. Byrne established herself com fortably in a deep arm chair, then bockoned tho young girl mystoriously with a well-gloved linger: "Come over hore, Ethol." Ethel drew a low stool to the other ti. i tu i siae anu sat uown, smiling, Dut mys tified. Mrs. Byrne played a little with tht clasp of the silver-mounted hand-bas which she carried, from which, hav ing at last succeeded in opening It, sho produced a stamped envelope ad' dressed to herself. "Do you know that handwriting?" sho said, flourishing It before Ethel astonished eyes. "it is my own; l wrote to ask: you to lunch, poor Ethel answered, simply, whllo the thought flashed across hor mind that probably gone mad. "Road It, then," Mrs. Byrne had cried the lady, with an air of suppressed amusement which lent color to tho notion. Ethol unfolded it quickly, then sal transfixed like one who receives a sud den and fatal Injury. For before her horror-stricken eyes glared these words, In her own baud-writing: "Yours very sincerely, Jack Daven ant." "What does It mean?" sho cried at last, in a hoarso voice, for it seemed that some fiendish magic had been at work. "That's what I want to Mrs. Byrne answered more JV S T f gently. "I received this note the day before yesterday. There was no addross, and the handwriting was certainly not Jack's. Nor Is my cousin tho least llkoly to invito mo to lunch at his chambers. So I wrote off to him at once, und told him to drop in to din ner If ho had any thing to say to me." Ethol had risen to hor feet, and wa standing with a little frozen smllo on her face, but at this point sho broko in hurriedly: "Did you show him Mr. Davenant, the letter?" Mrs. Byrno nodded. She was not a person of delicate perceptions, nnd had come hero bent on a little harm less atmiHoment; but somehow te amusement was not forthcoming. Ethol clasped hor cold hunds to gether In a frouzy of despair. She knew that Jack wus familiar with her handwriting; hud hi not made lltt! i..aiiy seated tn the toto-a-toto chair criticisms', severe nnd tondor. on tho occasional notes of invitation which she hd addressed to him? "Jack said he knew nothing about tho note and hadn't tho ghost of an idea what it meant." 'Oh. Jack. Jack." cried Ethel's heart in parenthesis, "what.rnust vou think of me?" Mrs. Byrne went on: "Grace Allison :ame in later, and tho mystery was cleared up. Sho swore to your hand writing, and we concluded 'you Imd done it in a fit of absence of mind. Poor old Jack, how sho did chaff him!" Ethel was trying to recover her presence of mind. 'How could I have made such a stupid mistake?" she said, with a short laugh. "I suppose I was pursu ing some train of thought. I had met your cousin at a party tho night before vou know how it is." Mrs. Byrne was sorry for the girl's aistl'tMS It s a mi.stake any one miirht havo made, though you must own it wit rather funny. However. I can assure you this It won't get any further. Jack is scarcely likely to tell, and Graoo has sworn on her honor." Ethol laughed again, nieaninglessly. As far as sho was concerned tho whole world was welcome to know It now. Xo deeper disgrace could befall ho . "I wonder if he is shrieking with laughter, or merely sick with disgust," the poor girl thought, when her obtuse and amiable visitor had at last do parted. "Oh. how I hato him! how I hate hlin!" which was hard on Jack. considering that his own conduct in the matter had beon irreproachable. But Ethol was itrno mood for justice. It seemed to her that sho had utterly betrayed and disgraced horsolf; that never again could sho venture to show herself in a world whore Florence Byrne. Grace Allison, and. above all. Jack Davenant. lived, moved and had their beinir. Sick with shame, hot and cold with anguish, poor Ethel sat cowering in the great drawing-room like a guilty hing. Ethol astonished hor family at din ner that evening by inquiries as to the state of tho feuuilo labor market iu New Zealand. Undo Joe. a philanthropic parson. who happened to bo of tho party, de lighted to find his pretty niece taking an interest in a subjeot so little friv olous, delivered himself of a short lecturo on tho subject Ethol sighed at hearing that there was so little demand for tho work of educated women (save the mark!) in that distant colony, and began to turn her thoughts toward Waterloo Bridge. Ethel funks on being an old maid. She knows that positively any girl can lassoo a husband in Now Zealand,' her brother Bob romarked, In a chal longing tone. But Ethel bore it wim uninteresting meekness; perhaps, sho told horsolf she was a husband hunter after all! After dinner sho put on hor hat and stole out into tho street Sho had been indoors all day, and could bear It no longer. Tho Juno evening was still as light as day. and simple-minded couples wero loitering with frank af fection in Regent's Park. Sho had not gone far boforc sho saw a large, fa mil iar figure bearing down in hor direc tion. Oh. how 1 hate him I hate him!" she thought again, while her heart beat with maddening rapidity. "If ho has a spark of kindness in him he will pretend not to .see me." nut oacK, ior it was no, mauo no such pretense. On tho contrary, ho not only raised his hat, but came up to her with outstretched hand. Sho put hor cold fingers mechanically into his, and scanned his face; thore was neither mirth nor disgust in it, and tho thought Hashed across her. chill ing, whllo it relieved hor, that he probably attached littlo Importance to an incident to which sho, knowing hot own secret, had deemed but ono Inter pretation possible. And then, boforo she know what had happened. Jack was walking along by hor side, pour ing out a torrent of indignant re- proachos as to hor desortion of him in favor of Dicky Curshalton at tho War ringtons' party. "it is you!" cried Ethol, with spirit. for tho uhoxpocted turn of affairs re stored her courage; "it is you, Mr. Davenant, who wore unkind, to stand by and lot old friends be victimized without striking a blow in their be half! Pray, what did you expect me to do? Was I to havo t-aid: 'No, tbank you, Mr. ("arshalton, 1 prefer to stay horo with Mr. Davenant?' " And, if you had said it, would It have been true?" She changed her tone suddenly. "Dicky U such a bore! I think I prefer any one's society to his." Ho stopped short in tho path, solzlng both her hands, und looking down ut her with atom and passionate eyes. A cloo-linkod couple strolling by remarked to ono another that thoro had boon a row, then refreshed them selves with a half dozen kisses. Ethel," said Jack, in an odd voico, "it's no use protending. You do think of me sometimes. I happen to know It" Sho was looking up at hire, but at this allusion tho swoot faro flushed and drooped suddenly. Ethel" Jack's voico sounded ho going on eurth strunger and stranger; wus to laugh or cry? und why did ho speak so lovv?--"Ethol, do you know whut signature I shou'd like to sco to your letters?" This was too much. 'No, I don't" sho llft;d b r Hushed face; tho cruel tears sbunuuiiu tjiurtod in hor eyes. "Can't you gupss?'1 ... "No." Tho momentary defiance had died; a Tery weak whisper came from tho pale lips. "Can't you guess? Then I shall tell you, Ethel? 'Ethel Davenant' that' what 1 should like to seo at tho bottom of all your letters. Shall I evor see It?" "Jack!" Further explanation is needless. When next they met Mr. Carshalton. both Jack and Ethol were beyond the roach of his manouvors. Temple Bar. BASE-BALL SLANG A Peculiar I'lirnsitology Ireloied hj the Interest Tkrn In tho Umn. As a natural result of tho wide spread interest iu base-ball, a nomen clature of the field has sprung up which Is pure Greek to tho unltiated. What would a man ignorant of tho game make of such printed expres sions as "muffs," "fungoes." "sky scrapors." "steals." "slukes." "balls" and a hundred other kindred expres sions? But each ono of these has a significance which opens a whole land scape of possibilities to the ball crank. Theso words aro keys to the crucial positions In tho gamo to the man who understands them. In addition to this phaso of tho subject there are thousands of well-paid critics whose business Is to keep records and to make comments on the game and tho players. Those men ruko mythology and history to find metaphors In which to oxpross orig' inal ideas. This is a peculiarly oner ous duty, from the fact that tho gamo Is capable of only a limited number of combinations, and as the same plays must occur indefinitely In evory game, tho reporter has an onerous time of it. The following specimens of descrip tion is given as a sample of what kind of writing Is required of tho first-class base-ball roportor. Tho description appertains to a critical play tho tly catch, on which may haug the fate of the game: "Anson smote tho ball square in tho nose in a way that startled tho seams and away sailed the sphero toward the blue sky. Eyes watched it in its grace ful flight, and among them was a pair owned bv Goro. "He took one glanco to determine the spot where grass and horsehido would meet unless flesh Intervened and a quick run through tho grass of sev-enty-livo feet. Thou ho sat his heels heavily in tho sod and raised his hands above his head in the position of a Pagan asking succor of tho sun, hi calf und thigh muscles stiffened und his teeth chucked togothor. It was a moment of intense anxioty whon five housaud bleachers raised from thoir seats, with bated breath, with dilated nostrils, nnd while the sphere, stained with grass juice, was scooting through space like a falling meteor, Pfeffor was standing on tho first bag in the attitude of a runner waiting for the word 'Go.' The umpire stood waiting, with judgment in his eyos; the rose buds in the grand stand, with purtod lips, wbro waiting; tho boy in the treo outside tho fenco was so absorbed that he did not notice his heart beating a quick tattoo against his ribs us he glued his eyos on tho falling ball. A stillness like that preceding a cyclone on tho Caribbean Sea was over all tho sceuo. Tho ball descended with ac celerated 3peed as it neared tho earth. Now It was ono hundred feet away, now only fifty, ton, five. Then It was gripped between Goro's palms like a June bug in tho jaws of a bat. A shout went up such as saluted tho ears of Spartacus whon he thrust his blnde through tho lion's heart in the Roman arena. Tho susponso was over, mon stood on thoir feot and howled their frenzied delight at tho superb feat, and pandemonium roignod for nearly a minute. Goro threw tho ball to the pitcher, modestly bowed his thanks for tho ovation and tho gamo wont on. ino incident consumed loss than a minute, and yet how much of human achievement, how much of passion had boon squeezed into that brlof space." N. Y. Star. A Beetle That Eats Floors. State Entomologist Ltntner has re ceived from Howe's Cave a specimen of beetle which has riddled a painted kitchen floor in that place. Tho holes are ubout a quarter of an Inch in diam eter. The beetle is about an inch long, gray, with black volvoty dashes on Its wings, and tho malos have horns. Prof. Liutner finds that tho depredator is the long-horned plne-boror (Mono hatnus confusor). Its larva, or grub, is the ono that causes tho Injurious and unsightly burrows so often seen in pino lumber. In this instunco the grubs must havo been in the pino logs before they wero suwed into flooring. From some unknown reason tho grubs occasionally remain in a dormant or unchanged condition for a long time. In tho museum of the Peubody Acad emy of Science at Salom, Mass., one of these beotlos Is preserved which had eaten its way out of tho wood of a pine bureau which was made fifteen years bofore. As showing a greater Imprisonment of beetles in furniture it Is traditionally said that iu 178G u son of Gcnerul Israel Putnam, resl ding at Williams- town, Muss., hud a tublo mudo from ono of his upplo trees. Out of this, twenty years afterward, u long;horncd beetle gnawed his way, and a second one burrowed his way out twenty eight yours uf tor tho tree was cut down. N. Y. Times. Typewriter Agont "1 called to seo you In reference to vour tvno- wrlter. Would you exchungo If you could got somo improvements?" Mer chant "I can't; I'm unpaged to hor." Judge. e frit TEST' OF'VVIEN Acquisition of Fain leptndut largely on Clrrumstntices. Tho nature of every man Is mystcr? Ions, so immeasurable nnd unfathom able, that what seems to others tho narrowest mental organization may contain within itsolf unexpected re jources. This is tho hidden cause of tho invariable appearance of great men in times of national trial and distur bance. At such times, quiet, unure tending individuals come to the front by tho forces of nature that formerly lay concealed within tliem. and they win fame, perhaps immortal fame, like Cromwell. Grunt. Lincoln, for qualities that would scarcely havo attracted no tico In common life and in o-diuary times, llie Tact ot such appearance of great men ought to warn us all against the presumption of setting bounds to tho future of any oikv oxoep In matters whoro technical excclleii is a necessity. If a man can not play tho fiddle at thirty years of :re we may wifely predict that ho will never be come an inromnlUhi'il violinist but when there is no technical obstacle tho limits can not bo tlxed. Scott fell into novol-writing accident ally, and a very trivial circumstance (n search for fishing-tackle that made him stumble upon- the unfinished manuscript of "Waverly") caused htm to resume it after a first abandonment George Eliot spent hor time in translating Gor man philosophical books, not nt all sus poctlng tho existence of hor own gifts as a novelist, until Lowes urged hor to make experiments A possible external causo In either of these casos would havo left tho gift dormant forovor. If Byron had not oppeared Scott would have remained the first poet, so that ho would not havo turned to proso; for Shelley and Keats counted for hardly anything in thoso days, and Words worth was unpopular. If Miss Evans had married a rich ordinary man tho intellectual side of hor nature would havo ovorshadowed the artistic, and sho would never havo boon any thing more than a student nnd oxpoundor of phi losophy. Unthinking pooplo express nn astonishment at examples of this kind, which is in itsolf unreasonable. They think it very surprising that any ono should succeed in a pursuit for which he has not boon trained, but that never happens. P. G. Hatuorton, In Scrlbnor's Magazine. POINTS FOR SMOKERS. Ilotv toC.irry tlie rritgrunt Iluvuuns With out llrpitkliig Tliuin. Hero Is a point for smokers: It Is given by n man who not only smokes cignrs very frequently, but sells them, Ho says If you will carry your cig ars in your waistcoat pockot with tho mouth end down thoro will bo loss likelihood of tho tobacco becoming brokon or tho wrapper being unrolled than if you carry thorn with tho match nnd ut tho bottom. Hero Is u second point: If you are a billiard player, don't put them In tho pockot on tho right sido, for tho constant moving of tho arm lu the manipulation of tho cuo will wear upon that side, and, If It does not result In crushing tho tobacco, will so looson the wrapper that tho smoking of tho cigar will bo an annoyance- rather than n ploasurc. - -' And horo Is a third point: If thoro Is a slight fooling of miuseu, tako a drink of water to clear tho throat, and if you would bo sure absolutely of preventing any serious sickness, throw your cigar away and stop smoking altogether for an hour or o. Another point which a gentleman who hoard theso throo ad vanced suggested is that if by any causo it do comes necessary to let a cigar go out, it will be a good schomo not to tako a flnal puff, but to make a 'blow and oxpol tho smoko from tho burning ond. This clears tho roll of tobacco from the smoko, nnd, ovou if tho firo dies out, it will bo found upon relighting that the cigar is of good lltv vor. In fact, an export has said that If a roally good cigar will bo Improved by letting it go out, following this plan and then lighting It again. Pittsburgh Dispatch. A Hint That Was Understood. Tho story Is told of Uov. Canon Mol vlllo, who has just rosignod the rectory of Great Wltloy, Worcestorshiro, which was prosontod to him by tho late Earl of Dudley in 1857; that nt the tlmo tho living uocamo vacant iur. aioivhio was attached to tho housohold of tho do censed nobleman in tho capacity of chuplain, and having to preach at It ley boforo his noble patron, ho boldly declared his doslro to become rector of tho parish in a sermon founded on tho toxt: "Lord, romombor David." (Du vid is tho Canon's Christian name.) He ropoatod that text again and again with much unction. There wns no mis taking his desire oxprossod in it; and Lord Dudley gavo him tho living. N. Y. Independent The most egotistical of the United States, "Mo."; most religious, "Mass."; most Asiatic, "Ind."j father of Statos, "Pa."; most maidenly, "Miss."; host lu tlmo of flood, "Ark."; most usoful lu haying time, "Mo."; decimal State, "Tonri."; State of oxelnmatlon, "La.' most astonishing State, "O,"; most un-' healthy State, "III,"; Stute to cure the sick, "Md."; Stuto for students, word us full, the untidy, panlon. "Kan."; "Wash."- not a Statu for -Youth's Com- "Ono advuntago of tage," says a writer uu that It is easily heated." true, a small cottago iu it small cot building, "Is, This Is very the middle ol July Is warm enough for anybody wlic Js not wholly iiiiroiisonablu. Men who novor tip aro always mo, violent iu denouncing tho evil. TREED BY AN ELEPHANT. Despernt night of a Ilnntar In Search oC" Ailentnr. Elophnnts in a wild state aro remark ably exclusive, so much so that if an Individual bocomos in any way hope lessly separated from his own hord he is not permitted to join any other. Be ing compelled to livo thus by himself ho develops a peculiarly vicious dispo sition, and is commonly known and dreaded iu India as a "roguo ele phant" In tho "Natural History of Ceylon" thoro Is a story which illustrates both tho blood-thirsty temper and tho ex traordinary Intelligence of such ani mals: Wo had expected to como up with the bruto whoro it had been seen half an hour boforo. but no sooner had one of our men. who was walking foremost seen the animal ata little distnuco than ho exclaimed: 'Thorn! thoro!" and Im mediately took to his heels, and wo all followed his example. Tho elephant did not see us until wa had run fifteen or twenty paces from the spot whoro wo turned. Thou ho gavo chase, screaming frightfully as ho came on. The Englishman managed to climb tree, and tho rest of my companions did tho same. As for myself, I could not, although I made ono or two groat of forts. But there wns no time to be lost The elephant was running at mo with his trunk bent down In a curvo toward the ground. At this critical momont Mr. Lindsay hold out his foot to me, with tho help of which and thou tho branches of tho treo, which woro three or four foot above my head, 1 managed hastily to scramble up to a limb. Tho elephant enmo dlroctly to the tree, tiud attempted to forco It down. First ho colled his trunk around tho stem and pulled with all his might but with no effect Then ho applied his head to tho troo nnd pushed for sovcral minutes, but with no bottor result Ho then trampled with his foot all tho pro jecting roots, moving as ho did so sor oral times around tho troo. Lastly, failing In nil this, and sooing n pllo of timber, which I had latoly cut, a short distance from us, ho removed it all, thirty-six piocos, ono at a tlmo, to tho foot of tho troo nnd piled It up in a regular buslnoss-llko manuor. Then placing his hind foot on this pilo ho ralsod tho foro part of his body and reached out his trunk, but still ho could not touch us, as wo woro too far abovo. him. At this point tho Englishman fired, and tho ball t' ok effect soiuowhoro on tho elephant's head, but did not kill him. The wound mudo him only tho moro furious. Tho next shot, howover, lovolod him to the ground. I brought tho skull ot tho animal to Columbo, and it la still to bo soon at tho housoof Mr. Arniitage. ORIGIN OF LANGUAGE. It Is Unquestionably Due to the Imlt- lion ol Niiturul Sounds. No stibjoot has boon more fertile of speculation than tho origin of languaffo, and on fow porhnps loss satisfaction can bo obtained. Tho Jows positively in? ist that the Hobrow tonguo Is tho prlmitivo lunguago, and that spokon by Adam and Evo. Tho Arabs, howovor. disputo tho point of antiquity with tho Hcbrows. Of all tho languages oxcept tho Hobrow, tho Syrlac has had tho greatest number of advocates, especi ally among tho Eastern authors. Many maintain that tho langungo spokon by Adam Is lost, and that tho Hobrow, Chaldco and Arabic are only dlaleoU of tho original tonguo. Goroplus pub lished a work In 1080 to provo that Dutch was tho language spokon In Paradise. Androw Komp main tained that God spoko to Adum in Swo- dish, Adam answerod tn Danish, and Eve spoko French, whllo tho Persians bollovo throo languagos to havo booa spokon In Parudlso Arabic, tho most poruiiasivo, by tho sorpont; Persian, tha most pootlc, by Adam and Evo: and tho Turkish, tho most threatening by tha Angol Gabrlol. Erro claims Basque as tho langungo spokon by Adam, und oth ers would mako tho rolynoslnn tho prlmitivo lnnguago of mankind. Leav ing, howovor, thoso startling thoorios. wo may sum up tho words of Darwin: "With rospect to tho origin of nrtlou- lato languages, after having road on tho one side tho highly Interesting works of Wodgowood, Farrar and Prof. Sohlolchor, the lectures of tho colo bratod Prof. Max Mullor on tho othor sido, I can not doubt that lunguago owos Its origin to tho Imitation and modification, nldod by signs and ges tures, of natural sounds, voices of othor animals and man's own crlos.- Phronologlcal Journal. m m "Have you any offspring?" in quired the severo, long-haired passen ger, through his nose, of a stranger by his sido. "Oh, yes," was tho pollto reply. a sou." "Ah, Indeed. Doos ho uao tobacco?" "Novor touches It In any form." "I'm glad to hoar that To bucco Is monstrously sinful. Doos ho in dulge lu spirituous liquors?" "Novor ins ted a drop in his life." "Excollent Stay out ut nights?" "No, sir; novor thinks of going out after Biippor." "I'm very ploased to know this, sir. 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