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About The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898 | View Entire Issue (March 20, 1891)
- . ,0 1 his Vost-onu-a - rvcolyc-d by the "Overland Mail." .,. uie? He must ford It ot ' 'ketl the road? He muxt climb . : . ....ni-v-t cry "ILtH"? What are tern to btmr - service a.imiu not "hut," or an ''If." - r .lilo the breath In his tnouiu he must bear without Ittit, In Ihe name f ihe Empress, the Overturn! Jl;.t." . From b'.i to nMmli, from roe-oak to flr, f Inrni Wrl to unlsnd. from tnlud to crest, f'nm rtr-o-fli-Ul to rock-rkig-e, Irom rock-rMge toufnr, f Tiy the wttt sandaled fh t, strain the brawny hri'Wtl ctitxt, From rail to ravine to the peak from the I Oiwtiih Ue night goe the Overland Ma:!. There sjvwk ou the. hillside, ft dot on the road A Jinsie of bet! on the foot-path below T! ere a souffle above In the monkey abode The world la awake, ami the cloud ra aglow. For tbe vrvat Sun himself nuiftt attend to the hH: "In the name ot ihe Kmnreaa, the Overland Man.-' Rmlynrd Kipling, HIS PICTURE OR HERS? "Well." Trevor Wintoa remarked, as he tore off the end of an envelope in which his photographs had been sent home from the gallery, "I hope Edith will like them!' ' His sifter would have been hard to please if she bait not liked thetu. lhey were handsome pictures ot a namt- some man. "Nothing could have induced me to do it if I had not been going nway." he remarket, with a mau s usual avaasion to having his picture taken. But Hello! what's this?" He puffed away the cloud of tobacco smoke that obscured his vision, ami stared in astonishment at one of the dozen photographs that had just been sent home to hint. It was the picture of a young lady a head and shoulders, with a ri 1 let ami bordered robe that well became the delicate Grvek features of one of the most beautiful girls Trevor Wintou had ever laid eyes upon. "Well," he said, after a moment's contemplation, "that is an odd mis take, I wonder if she has one of my pictures in exchange for this one it hers? I nevdr saw anything so love ly!" He looked at it again and again. 't was a face that grew "upon onetie eyes were so soft and speaking, t ie beautiful lips so tendVr and sweet. Trevor put the photograph on 1 is dressing-case. He looked at it a dcs en times. 'What a fool 1 am!" he exclaimed. "I am certainly infatuated with that face; and what do I know of her? She may be dead or she may be some body's wife." He sighed. Perhaps it would have been proper for Trevor Wititon to go back to the fallery and return the picture; but he id no such thing. "I will never give it up," he said. 'It is the face of a woman whom I shall worship if I ever meet her." He was to sail for Europe the next day, and the picture went with him. He carried it uow in a leather case in side of his vest pocket. lie called it Ins "ttrcek princess," The beautiful photograph had certain ly taken his henrt by storm. Trevor Wintou traveled everywhere. but somehow he found pleasure in nothing, r.ilacn aud hovel alike fail ed to interest him. I was a fool to come away," ne said, restlessly. "Who knows? I niav have lost mv ouly chance of ever tinJin her. If 1 hail gone back to the gallery I might have learned who she was. But now I may eat my heart out with longing for the sight of a face that is kuowa to me only in semblance." He called himself a fool, but his feelings were too stroug for him. In six weeks he was back in London, de termined to return home. He stopped at the Devonshire inn, a quiet little hotel which Americans fre quent. His room was a delightful one. with an open fire which shed a cosy glow over everything. Trevor had formed a habit of sleep ing badly. It was late when he went to his room, but he hadn't the slight est desire to close his eyes. He sat there with his gaze fixed on the fantastic embers glowing on the hearth. It seemed to him that he could see the face of his Greek princess there framed in an aureole of flame. "Shall I ever see her?" he said. "Where is she to-night, I wonder? Ah, if 1 had only the power to follow where my heart would go how soon I would Bod her?" He took a book and read awhile, but the wind without disturbed him. There was a wild storm in the air. Rain sputtered down the chimney and the windows rattled. "I am more restless than ever to night," he said. "I wonder what ails me? I cannot settle myself to any thing:." The face of the Greek princess smil ed tip at him from the table. He turned away. "Trevor Winton," he said, "you are certainlv a fool, or you are stark, star ing madT' The clock struck one. He walk d over and opened the door of his be l room, which led out into the main ccr ridor. The house was wrapped in sluoitx r, and still as death. "I suppose the clerk is sound asleep,' Trevor observed, stepping out into the hall. I should like above all things to have some cigars." He walked softly down the corridor, where a dim light shone. He looked over the stairway. There was no one astir, but suddenly as he turned about be became conscious that - some one was coming toward him. - It was the figure of a woman, clad in a loose robe of some pale-blue ma terial. Her golden hair was floating down her back in beautiful profusion. Her face Trevor tittered a low cry; his very heart seemed to cease beating. It was his Greek princess who was coming toward him a woman walking in the strange preoccupation of one who sleeps. Trevor held out his arms impulsive ly. She could not see him. Her slumbering brain was conscious of nothjns, and yet sj?me strange aJti tractiou seemed to draw fieFtoward him. , "At last!" he cried, rapturously. "My beautiful one, 1 have found you!" For the moment he forgot every thing. The whole scene faded from his attention. He saw only her, and Vas she came straight to his side he -.caught her in his arms, v The fervor of that embrace aroused er. She opened her eyes, and they sted for a moment on Trevor's hand ; face. "it you?" she whispered. "Ah, " - - should never meet!" -2." he said- "H , od longed for Aicf, happy smile iij her waking facut- J vith all their force. 8he j his arms iu terror. mo go!" sho riled. "Where f How did I como here? Where mvannt? Oh. please let me goP "Forgive me!" Trevor exclaimed. "You have been walking iu loop." your "Oh. how dreadful" she cried, ready to burst into tears. "How could you Why did you " Forgive me. I implore you!" Trevor cried. "I could not help it. I have loved you for six long weeks. A pict ure your photograph " "Did you have it?"' she said breath lessly. "Your came to me, but I did not suppose " "Tell tne who you ate!" Trevor cried, passionately, " "Do not let mere conventionality stand between us. You are mine I know it! You have loved me as I have loved von. Is it not o?" He took a step nearer, but she turn ed and fled from him. Her blue robes floated out of his grasp. A little, violet-scented handkerchief fell at his feet, and it bore f'o name of Alvs Vane. Trevor caught it up and pressed it to his lips. "It is fate!" ho said. "How could I think it was chance P" The next morning he sent his card to Miss Vaue. Not she, but nu elderly lady, met hint iu the parlor. My dear sir," she said, quite stiffly, "my niece has just told me a most ex traordinary tale. She uotiiied me that a gentleman would call this morn ing, most likely " "A suitor for her hand," Trevor in terposed. "Madam. I love your niece. I desire to have hot become" my wife." 'But my dear sir," said the old lady, "we don't know you at all! You may be a a I don't know what!" "I see yow register from New York." said Trevor, with a smile. "You know mv father, perhaps James Percy Wiu ton?" "Ahem! No. I don't know him, but are you James Percy Winton's son?" Trevor never before knew what a great thing it was to have a father worth several millions. He had no sooner established his identity than the old lady said, quite warmly; "Well. I'm sure I don't understand this nonsense, but you antl Alys can tix it between you." This is how Trevor found himself there, holding Atys Vaue's two little trembling hauds in his, while he asked her to be his wife, and she gave him a glad consent. "I have loved you ever since the night my photographs came home." she said. Your picture was among them, and I knew the moment I saw it that I should love you forever. Wasn't it strauge. "No," said Trevor, kissing her ten derly, "it is not strauge. In this life, my darling, what is to be is. in spite of circumstances. Saturday XigJU. WOMEN AS JOURNALISTS. They Mut Have the 4aalfltlon of tioott Reporter. There are always young ladies who desire to write for the newspapers and to become professional journalists, and the chief way in which they try to get on a newspaper is by sending in con tributions of stories and essays and poems, says an exchange. These may be very good in their way, but are not plain, every-day sort of uewspaper work. Nowadays a newspaper woman is often a reporter. Once in a while there will be a more noted individual who has graduated out of the city de partment into the editorial or purely literary, but the newspaper woman par excellence is a reporter. In order to be a reporter a woman mut know an item when she sees it, and be) able to relate it evenly, correctly ami con cisely. If she is sent to report a meet ing she must know instinctively what to wrtte and w hat to leave out this instinct is really her divine afflatus. Furthermore, she must be able to go around alone without having a man to carry her bag and a man to help her over the gutters. She must be brave about going out alone at night and she must learn, as every working woman ought to learu sensibly, that a modest woman, as Lady Montague said, has ofteu to be both deaf and blind. Again, sho must have tact, aud still again, a tremendous sense of justice that will enable her to write fairly of friend as well as foe. and she must know that the newspaper is not a vehicle for per sonal spites, animosities or spleen, any more than it is for gush or the vaunt ing or aggrandizement of people be yond their just merits. She must also know how to unite common-sense En glish, shorn of fineness and to do her work quickly. In a newspaper office no one has time to wait for inspiration. The cry of copy is spur enough for most writers, and it is the constant cry in a composing-room. Apropos of this the writer is tempted to tell a story at the expense of a love ly and gifte4 lad-, who legan a few years ago a career as a society re porter. Every week her copy-went to the editor beautifully writleti aud faultless, considered as copy from the printer's point of view. But ant' little suggestion she wanted to make "she run in along with the article in the follow ing fashion: "Mr. and Mrs. Browne Smyth gave on Monday an elegant blue dinner of fourteen covers. For goodness' sake spell her name Smy last week it went in Smi. and she was as mad as hops about i'.J Mrs. Indigo Blueblood has sent out cards for a ball, at which she will introduce into society her lovely daughter. This is all right! This Mrs. Blueblood has some sense and doesn't in the least mind seeing her name in print. It's the other Mrs. Bluebloood we had the fuss with. Mrs Uptown gives a pink tea as soon as Lent is over. Don't stick her down at the tail end of the column, whatever you do. I want to please her. anyhow, because last week she just went in as one of the 'many others.'" It it had not been for the discrimi nating editorial blue pencil, that fash ion and society column would have been delicious reading on Sunday morning since a printer follows copy," and a parenthesis ou the paragraph's 'brim, a plain parenthesis is to him. and it is nothing more. hairey'a son. He was a little, white-haired, withered up old man, with a weather-beaten face peering over a scraggy fringe of chin whiskers. He sat in a rear" seat of the last car of the Cape train, gaz ing through moist eyes at a little shaver perched opposite. The con ducter knew him and stopped when he punched their tickets to ask: "Where did you get the boy, Uucle Seth?" "He's Sairey's," replied the old man, choking a sob. "I never sot eyes on hira afore a week ago yisterday. Yer see, when Sairey run off an' merried a good-fer-nuthin' scamp, mother n I kinder felt we wuz done with her. Las' week I got a letter the fust fur five years savin' she wuz mighty low. Blud's thicker'n water, an' I started fur town at onct to bring her hum. But sho wuz too fur gone died the day I reached her. I found that leetle feller thar. an1 his mis'ble father wouldn't let me hev him till I bought him jes' like he wuz a dumb beast. Bat I'd hev had him if I'd bed to mortgaged the place he's gotvSairey'a evea." L'oslon Traveler. STRANCELY FIXED UPON HIM. A Rhrerf or the Murdrr'a Skin Found Hetsreen the llrml tllrl' TeetH. A curious murder case and mystery, whose gruesome details would have done honor to the imagination of Ed gar A. Poo. has just found its denoue ment in the place w here the crime was committed, namely, in Switzerland, near Beruo. Late In the autumn a fair was held In that city which attracted a large concourse of people from the neigh boring villages. Among these was a young country girl, one Anna Hachin ger, who came with a party of her friends and neighbors to partake of the festivities of the occasion. lato In the evening they all started for their homes iu a little hamlet not far from Burue. It was not till they reached their des tination that they discovered iliat Anna was tnissiug. Had she lagged behind, or, as was more probable, had she failed to set off at the same time with her comrades with the intent to follow them and to catch up with them later? This last solution appears the more likely, as her corpse, frightfully muti lated and in an Indescribablo and shocking maimer, was found a day or two afterwards In a field not far from the main road. Search was at once made for the assassin, but without avail. He was not to be discovered, and after the first hue and cry was over, the affair seemed to have settled down into one of those mysterious crimes whose perpetrators are destined to remain forever unknown. The police authorities held in their possession a solitary scrap of evidence ngaiust the murderer. The victim was a vigorous and healthy country girl. She had fought hard, though vaiuly, to preserve her honor and her lite. "From between her clenched teeth the physician entrusted with the per formance of the fost-mortem esam ination had disentitled a fragment of I human flesh, lorn oil in her struggles, from the face or the hands of her as- ! sailaut. This ghastly morsel, pie served in alcohol, was put carefully away so as to be ready to produce in case of need. Time went on and the battled detect ives failed to find even the slightest trace of the mysterious criminal. But the other day a young medical studeut iu the University of Berne was in the act of laying aside his street coat to put on his working jacket, when his shirt sleeve became disarranged, re vealing on bis wrist a strange-looking wound which had apparently beeu caused by a terrible bile. His com rades crowded around him. over whelming hiui with questions concern ing the origin of this singular iujury. He stammered, became coufused, gave incoherent and contradictory answers, and. finally, breaking away from the crowd, he "hurried back to his home, seized a loaded pistol and shot himself through the head. The police authorities of Berne be ing informed of this catastrophe, caused the piece of flesh to Iw. produced aud applied to the wound ou the young man's arm. It titled exactly, and fur ther iuvestiffations with the micro scope proved the Identity of the sui cide's skiu with that upon the frag ment. Thus strangely, and through the working of the assassin's guilty conscience, was poor Anna Hachinger avenged. As one of the lawyers inter ested in the case remarked, "She has convicted her murderer out of her ow n mouth." 'Ai7iie7Ai(i 7Wrn; A. A Settler' Cabin In Karljr Days. Just at the foot of the little bluff ahead, with a background of trees, was a log-cabiu of hewn timler, weather-stained and gray in the sum mer sun. absolutely aloue aud looking as if lost in this untrodden wild. Point ing to it, Younkins said, "That's your house so long as you want it." The emigrants tramped through the tall, lush grass that covered every foot of the new Kansas soil, their eyes fixed easterly on the log-cabin liefore them. The latch-string hung out hospitably from the door of split "shakes " and the party entered without ado. Every thing was just as Youukins had last left it. Two or three gophers, dis turbed in their foraging about the pretuises. fled swiftly at the entrance of the visitor, and a dock of black birds, settled around the rear of the house, flew noisily across the creek that wound its way down to the fork. The floor was of puueheous split from oak logs and laid loosely on rough hewn joists. These rattled as the visitors walked over them. At one end of the cabin a huge fireplace of stone laid in clay yawned for the future comfort of the coming tenants. Near by a rude set of shelves suggesting a pantry, and a table, home-made and equally rude, stood in the middle of the floor. In one corner was built a bedstead, two sides of tho house fur nishing two sides of the work, and the other two being made by driving a stake into the floor and connecting that by string-pieces to the sides of the cabin. Throngs of buffalo-hide formed the bottom of this novel bedstead. A few stools and short benches were scattered about. Near the fire-place long and strong pegs driven into the logs served as a ladder on which one could climb to the low loft overhead. Two windows, each of twelve small panes of glass, let in the light, one from the end of the cabin and one from the back opposite the door, which was in the middle of the front. Outside, a frail shanty of shakes leaned against the cabin, affording a sort of outdoor kitcheu for summer use. Aoah Brooks, in tt. Nicholas. Hat ler an Unpleasant Place. A gentleman who has been visiting Butte City. Mont., gives tha St. Louis Ulobe-Ucmocrat a rather disparaging account of the place. He savs: "The dav I left, what with a winter fog and the smoke, which pours from the chim neys of hundred of rock-crushers and roasting furnaces, was so dense that at noon you could not see ten feet in front of you. Ihe electric lights were turned on, but standing directly under ono of the towers used in lighting the city, the cluster of twenty thirty - two - candle power globes looked like a small star, The death rate is very heavy; for the week I was thc.e there were fourteen funerals a day. Pneumonia is very prevalent,quick and fatal in Butte. The miners who have been there any length of time look pale and have the appear ance of leing leaded. The real cause of so much of the sickness is the pres ence of gases in the air set free by the process of burning the ores." He Turned the Farmer's 'Wrath. A young uewspaper mau wlro last spring found himself in Whiteman couuty, Washington, 500 miles from his base of supplies and "broke," hired out to a farmer. He was set to plow ing with a pair of horses, but both man and beasts being new to the busi ness, the furrows looked as if they were the result of an earthquake rather than of design, so crooked and zigzag were they. At the close of the day the farmer rather testily criticised the job. The newspaper man felt that his doom was sealed, but mustered courage to reply: "I know the rows are rather crooked, but the" sun was extremely hot to-dat', and it warped them." The answer turned away the farmer's wrath, nnd. instead of being discharged the new-comer was given a much easier ami pleasanter job, aud is now the farmer sson-in-Iaw. THE SULTAN'S HAREM. t:irrlan Iteantle anil Where They Are Von ml The Flrynn Who Captured Abdul Ada. A great deal has been written about the beauty ot Circassian women, ami a good deal that Is exaggerated. The women, ftccordlng to the Turkish Idea, are as fair as the hourls of Moham med's paradise. What are called Cir cassian beauties are found not far from Batoum, In the towns aud neighbor hoods of Akhaltzlg. Ozergettl and Luogdiili. They me also to bo found In the north of the Caucasus, about Annim, and the small villages extend ing from that town to Loelil, on the coast. They tire mostly poor peasant girls. They have lovely eyes, but without much expression. Opto the nge of M they have attractive features, but after that ago they gradually begin to grow coarse iu appearance. The hair is sometimes fair, somciluus dark, and always abundant. They marry at about the age of 13 or 14. aud age so rapidly afterward that at 20 they look like women of 40. It was from the neighborhood of Loogdldl that the sultans of Turkey, in the dais of their empire, procured girls for "their harem. Tho poor Cir cassian parents readily disposed of their offspring for a few piastres, a horse, or a gun. ami the girls were borne awny to lie sold at an enormous ly advanced price in Stamboul. Here it was that Sultaneh was found, tho fair Circassian who exercised such a baleful influence over Abdul Aziz, ami led him to that neglect of his in terests which ultimately cost him his throne aud his lite. Sultaneh was the daughter of n peasant in humble cir rumstnuces living near Ozergettl. Even when only 10 years of age she w as noted for beauty" and her lovely, lustrous eyes. She was picked up at 11 by a slave dealer from the Turkish capital, w ho paid for her the unusually high price of UK) piastres, lie took her to Constantinople and put her on exhibition after the fashion still preva lent in that city, although no longer countenanced by law. 1 he dealer does not go into open market, nnd he does not call in the public. Like a dealer in high-class paintings or statuary, he has his Hue of customers, and extends to them a special invitation. They come and view the human chattel, and the high est bidder carries off the prize. These sales are going on all the time In Con stantinople, aud the government winks at them, while to western ear profess ing a Horror of slavery. Dira Pacha, at that time governor of Karpoot, iu Asia Minor, was on a visit to Constantinople, on a summons from the sultan, to explain some dis crepancies iu the revenue returns from ins province, the discrepancies being that Diraz was vaxiug rich and the re turns in the way of revenue to the Im perial Treasury were getting poor. hucti a condition of nuairs was all-sufficient for the sultan to take action on. without any abtruse examination of accounts and details. The Turkish ruler had no objection to Diraz Pacha robbing somebody, but it must not be the su'iiau. tJ-nsequently Diraz was in disgrace and apprehensive of some thing worse, when he had the good fortune to be invited to see a young Circassian slave. Her rare beauty impressed Diraz. as it impressed every body else. He bid an extravagant price and wou the girl. That same afternoon she was ou the way to the sultau's palace as a gift from the de linquent governor of Karpoot. Diraz Pacha went back to his post with a clean bill of health. From the first the fair Circassian fascinated Abdul Aziz, and from an artless child of the mountains she be came as active an intriguer as any in- male or the harem. Powerful ofheers feared her influence, and former favor ites learned to hate her. She used her power not always discreetly, and it was obvious that it weakened tho sul- tau in the opiniou of his subjects; for the lurk is eminently jealous as. well as contemptuous of feminine interfer ence in state affairs. The overthrow of Abdul Aziz and his untimely death are mutters of history, ami it is well known in Stamfioul that a woman was chiefly responsible. Sultaneh disap peared about the time that the uuhap py sultan perished. Her fate is a mat ter of conjecture. Ilia Ancestor Were Shoemakers. During the Cleveland Administra tion Secretarv of War Eudicott was due of the best entertainers in the National Capital. At one ot his famous dinner parties Senator Ingalls found himself placed by the side of Mrs. Endicott. In the conversation which ensued the lady droped some remarks r bout the f.ndicott tamily, which had done so much for New England iu the days of its earliest settlement. O. yes," remarked the Senator. "I know all about the Endicotts. My own ancestors came over with them" from Eugland iu 1628." "Indeed," said Mrs. Eudicott, evid ently wondering, "and yet I cannot recall the name of Lngalls,though I am almost certain that I have in my mem ory all the names of those on the May flower that needed to be kept record ed." And then the blue-blooded wemau looked puzzlingly and qucstioningly at the Western Senator. "It is hardly surprising." said Mr. Ingalls in reply; "indeed, I should be astonished if you could recall their names, for," and his voice was strong enough to be heard far down the table, "my people who came over in the May flower were shoemakers, and I under stand that they made good shoes." Mrs. Endicott smiled, and ever since the blue-blooded Massachusetts woman aud the bright Senator from Kansas have been the kmrtUest of friends. iV. Y. Star. Hie AYIfe Is (Suspicious. Ho was standing iu a doorway on Jefferson avenue aud presently he halted a pedestrian with a wave of his hand, and beckoned him to approach and said: How do I look?" "Why. you present a pretty shabby appearance, if you waut an honest au swer," replied the surprised citizen. " That's good. Shabby refers to my dress. How's my facial appearance?" Pinched and hougrv." "That's excellent. Do I look like a man who had moucy?" "No." "Would you class me as hard up and friendless?" "I certaiuly would." "Thank you. To sum up. you would set me down as a victim of unfortun ate circumstances who couldn't get out of this town too fast?" "That's about it." "Thanks. Hero is a letter I have writteu to my wife, asking for mouey to get home. She's a suspicious woman aud she wou't take my word for it. Please write at the bottom: "Attest: It's a durued sight worse than he says it is.' And sign your name." The citizen complied and the letter was at once taken to the p'ostofflce. Free Fress. , Royal Saxon China. The royal Saxon collection of china, the finest lot of Dresdeu china in the world, has just been greatly increased by the addition to it of "the 14,000 pieces of Dr. Gustav Spitzner. The museum now contains about 34,000 pieces from the Meissen factory. OUT WITH THE TIDE. "Wall, I guess the Lord has about eoncludtxl to give Handy her free dom." This remark was made by Mrs. Yates the other morning, ns we sat In the tent, each of us with n handful of Iiea-pods in her apron ami each slidi ng peas w ith different degree, of alac rity. Maria Jane was doing most of the work, for we were still very red and moist and palpitating from row ing in our dory on Salt Pond. Wo had set up a dory tho day befoi o and, naturally, wo wanted to use It, even though tho wind was southwest and the sun scorching. It was hard, how ever, to come back to the tent nnd know that wo couldn't have tiny din ner until we bad prepared It. Fortun ntcly Maria Jane drooped Iu tit this moment, vigorous and alert an ever. She said that Marsh was pretty tired; sho left him trying to test, and took hold energetically In the matter of shelling iaas. "Didn t yon know," she went on in answer to our questions, "that Mr. Hankin ain't well? Ho ain't. I don't know' I'm called upon to make be lieve I'm sorry, for 1 ain't, one grain. He's one of them kind that's always pleasant and smilin' never says a cross word. But he will have his own way If he cuts yer heart out nil the time and sees it a-bleedin', and he'll be lust as soft, and you'd be sure to think Ttwas you that was the wretch, and likcly's not you'd beg his pardon, seetn'a ho was so gentle. Iu' the end you'll lind out he's done, jest w hat he calkilatcd on doin' all the time. When you plead with him, and cry and groan and agonize, a it were, he'll smile and say: 'Sho, now don't get excited.' I guess there wouldn't none of us git excited If we were as sure of our own way as that man's always been. But he ain t got no bad habits. You can't put your linger on a thing lie's done. For all that. 1 believe he killed his first wife. And I sh'd think she'd ben glad of it. Yes, he jest killed her a-beiu'so pleasant ami so cussed. She never nnd her own way in a thing. They say she was as tfctikit as she could be, and she was a perfect picter to look at. I remember w hen she. was married, and 'peart-d as a bride. 1 was a little tot, ami set with my mother two seats behind where they sot. I reck'lect ex actly how I felt and what I thought when they walked in slow along the broad aisle, she holding on to his arm. I didn't took at him at all, but I stared t her all the service. I was blacker even than 1 am now, and she was like a white rose, 1 thought. She hadn't had good health, audshe'd had a spell a few months before of bleedin' at the lungs, but they said she' got over that and was well. She had ou that fust Sunday a purple ve ivet bunnit with a long white (father. I c"n see jest how the ptume lay along over the vel vet. I sot and stared and stared. I knew I never could be so interestin' as to wear a purple bunnit with a white feather 'n bleed at the lungs." Maria Jane took a large handful of fea-pods from the tin pan aud was si cut for a time reviewing those days. The hot wind fluttered the tent; there was the sound of talk and high laugh ter from a small sailboat that was glid ing by so near as to seem to be almost on the sands Im1ow the bluff. How hot it was! It is only when the wind is in some other quarter than the south or west that it is cool on this coast, notwithstanding the hotel advertise ments. And in summer, if vou will notice, the wind is usually either in the south or west, or between those two points, and then it is at the hottest. Then, also, there is constant danger that tho nia'sli will send forth its mys terious, hellish odor. I am choosing this latter adjective advisedly. Tho word infernal is not sufficiently strong, as yon would say yourself if you had ever happened to be here when, as the natives say, "the ma'sli was a smellin'." Nevertheless, w e were glad to be in a tent on the South Shore. The life was free ami charming''. The oeoole , thus far bad a constant interest tor ns. We felt that it would be a long timo yet before we should be tired of their different phases of character. Also now, and for almost two months more, tliero would be the kaleidoscope of fashionable life to watch at a distance. This movement of gaycty was just far enough away to amus's without fa tiguing. If some unutterably fasci nating belle came to us for a glass of water we could examine her more nearly, while she examined ns. Just now we had also a visit to which to look forward, or we did have until we heard Maria Jane's words this morning. When Handy Hankin had left us the day she had called, she had given us a special invitation to spend a day with her in the following week. She named Wednesday, for on that day the baker came "along tho ridge hero by the shore and then went over to the Two-Mile. She was confident be would let us go with him. But we had said we would go across Salt Pond in our boat, then hire a horse nnd car riage at one of the hotels on "tho road." This arrangement had greatly shocked her, as being extravagant in the extreme. She said they w ere mon strous dear at them liv'ries. We prom ised after her remonstrances that if the wind siKtuld be in the east we could venture to walk from the road.. Thus tho matter was left. For some reason, we hardly knew why, Mrs. Hankin had interested us greatly we were very desirous of making that visit Mrs. Yates remained sdent so long that we asked her about Mr. Hankin. Was he ill? Instead of replying she went on from w hero she had left off. "Wall, old Hankin though ho wan't old then didn't have his wife but a year. Mio bad one child, John, that lives under the clitt' yeiidor, and died in two months after. Lucky for her aud good 'uough for him, I say. He was edgin up to Randy Sherman in les'n six months, pleasant ns a- barskct of chips, jest as he always is. I toll j-ou, you c'n hev some hopes of a man or woman as sometimes rares up nnd is mad, and gits in the wrong, and is sorry. But w hen you find one that's always in the right and never gives in. look out, I tell ye! Handy Sherman was teachin' school in that very same schoolhouse where Mr. Hankin lives now when he began to shine up to her. I s'pose she thought he was sweeter nor honey. Anyway, she married him, and 1 don't reckon she's seen many happy days senee. Women is fools! Fools, I say!" Maria Jane made such a violent ges ture that tho peas fell out of her lap and rolled over the floor. Max rose slowly from under the bed and cas ually ate all the peas he could find. "Most everybody blames Handy, of course. The' say there never was a pleasanter man to git along with than Mr. Hankin. There's only a few as has a kind of sense of what he really is. AVall, whatever he is, he's got to foci lit suits now for I !o lttliavf us I said, that the Lord's goin' to take him. He's sick, aud Handy, soon's she heard of it. which was night be fore last, was gone over to miss him. She's wuth fifty of him, I say." Evidently we should not spend the day at present with Mrs. Hankin. The story that Mrs. Yates had told kept in our minds. The next after noon an "east turn" came up, so that it was really cold sitting out in front. We started out for a walk along the cliff road. which winds alonur above the sea and close to it. Carriages were 1 whirling by us and the dust flew. By this time we knew just where were the different routes of the public vehicles, "barges" they call them here. Wa suddenly decided to take a "barge," which went within a quarter of a mile of that schoolhoiisn where the Hankin were. Alighting, we walked through a small patch of sweet fern that sent tin to us Its odor of wild and rock past ures. We were ou a hill and the ocean, gray and misty in its east turn, was before us. There was the building we non-jilt, alone, lis idd red paint nearly worn oil, i whole aspect desolate. Now that we were here we suddenly felt that we might be intruding. Wt sat down in a bed of sweet fern "sweet fern" they call it here, ami the boys sometimes dry its leaves and make cigars of them. Presently we heard a sound at the door, and, looking, saw the gaunt form of Untidy Hankin standing there. Her face was turned away from us and toward the water. Her dark ging ham gown hung straight down. She hail her bauds clasped tightly before her, and she suddenly Hung them up ward. Thorn was not a bouse In sighta fog was setting fast over everything. Turning to go back in the house, she saw us and started. Then she recog nized us. We rose and she stepped out in the tall grass about the old, 'flat fclepstolle. "I'm mighty glad you've fume," she said hoarsely. "1 didn't dare leave him, and I did wish somebody was here." Her scraggy face was perfectly pal lid. She had not slept since she came to the place. "How is he?" we whispered. "He's goin' fast. I don't expect he'll last more'n to thri" turn in' of the tide, and that's at eighteen minutes past 7 to-night. I've just ben a-lookin' into his almanac to find out; it's com in' In quick, ain't it? Just listen." We did not feed to listen. The roar of water dashing over rocks, sucking up through chasms, and pounding on ledges w as plain enough to hear. It was now nearly G o'clock. "He ain't know n me senee the first half-day I was here. Then he told me h was much obleeged to me for com ln and 'twas more'u he expected. I"d know's I've done tight a-separatin' from him." She looked off again to the ocean. Then she cried out piercingly, "But God knows I couldn't help it! He know I sh'd have to do the same thing ever again! I should! I should!" She struck her hands to together. Her hollow eyes flamed. She was remem bering her life with the man who was dying. "Hush!" we said. My friend put her hand on the wo matins clasped bony fingers. She felt the touch aud looked down on Carlos, her gaze softening in a strange, sudden way that dimmed my eyes. It was almost as though she had never felt a touch so geutle and so kind. "Come in," she said a moment after, in a faint voice. And we went in. We knew that we should not leave her again that night. it was the most lonesome room I had ever seen. The desks had been removed, but the floor remained as it had been in the old time, when a coun try schoolhouse floor was made slant ing from the back of tho building down to the front, where the teacher's desk was placed on a platform about six inches high. This platform was still there and ou this, as the only level place, Mr. Hankin had his bed, which was a substantial four-posted one. The windows were high and small. Mr. Hankin had evidently disposed of a good deal of his first wife's furniture, which ho hail taken when the separa tion occurred between him and his present wife. The cook stove was rusted irrepara bly, which is a thing which happens quickly here by the salt water. On top of it was a small kerosene-lamp stove, whose flame was heating some thing in a tin dish covered with a blue saucer. There were three chairs of black walnut and haircloth, very dusty and daubed. The figure on the bed was perfectly still and iireathing deeply. Mrs. Hankin sat down beside him and began mechanically to move a fan over the ghastly face ou the pillow. We sat down silently, each on a hair cloth chair. All tlte windows were ojen, ami through them and the door the salt air came in damply and strongly. The broad flame in the lamp wavered ami smoked. The sound of the swift, incoming tide pervaded the place. 1 had not sat there live min uteB before 1 was absorbed in listen ing to that tide, and almost counting the distinct sounds that the large waves made as they broke on the rough beach below us! My friend rose and took the fan from Haudv's hand, standing beside her and wielding the fan slowlr. Kan dy sat rigid. She was watching the man's face. At last there was a change in the sound of t he rollers an indefinite soft euing. We knew that the tide had be gun to go out. In uncontrollable, but silent, ex citement I rose, standing still. A nuarter of an hour must have oasscd Then I saw the sick man open his eyes and look at his wife. "Handy," ho said, in what seemed a perfectly natural voice, "I guess we won't have the Tree of Death hung up in tho sett'n-room any longer, senee you kinder don't like it" Ho turned his head more comforta bly on his pillow and closed bis eyes again. Tho Lord has given Randy Rankin ucr freedom. Acw lore Tribune. Origin of the Game of Billiards. The game of billiards was invented about the middle of the sixteenth cen turv by a London pawnbroker named William Kow. In bad.stormy weather. when trade was slack, this pawnbroker was in the habit of taking down J he three balls of his sign, and. with a yard measure, pushing them about the counter, "billiard ' fashion, into boxes fixed at the sides. In timo the idea of a fenced table with pockets suggested itself. A black-letter manuscript . of 1570 contaius the following in reference to the game and its originator: "Master Will Kew did make un (one) boarde whercbi a game was played with three balls; and all the youngo men were greatly recreated thereat, chiefly the young clergymen from St. Pawles; hence one of ye strokes was named a cannon,' having been by one of ye said clergymen invented. The game is now known by ve name of 'bill- yard. because William, or Bill Kew, did first plav it with a yard-measure, Tho stick used is now called a 'kue,' or kew, in memory of Mr. Kew, who baa been dead sometime." It is easv to understand how bill-yard" has -eeu modernized into "billiard ; the trans formation of "kew" into "cue" is equally apparent. St. Louis Republic Hydrophobia I-'rom an Old Bite. Joe Browu, colored, was bitten by dog iu Bobinson county. North Caro lina, in 1872. On the same dav the same dog bit a white mau and a horse, both of w hom died the same day. The negro Brown was attacked with hydro phobia, but did not die. Periodically at the same time of the year ever since, he has a return ot tne disease, He is now suffering the most excruci attng torments of a well sieveiopea case of hydrophobia. ( ABUUI NEEDLES. The holiday are over, and gain we sre learning to sew. To-day we have hems. If the first fold of the hem is not per fectly straight, no core In the turning of the second fold will be of any avail. In this, as In other things, it is of the greatest Importance that the Urst itep should lie right. Your first folds are evenly done? The second fold of the hem. if nar row, should be firmly pressed down, ami sewed without busting. The wide hem is measured, ami held in place by a basting close to the edge. And uow, while the folding and bast ing go on. tell me what wre used long ago io fasten together the skins of animals of which garments were made. Nature's needles they were. Surely some one can guess. "Thorns?" Yes, it was thorns, with fibres of plants for the thread; and a very good purpose they served, I am sure. Did I see some one biting off thread? Have you nut seen the edge of a tooth worn and uneven from biting off thread? Thread of all kinds should be broken, or cut with a slanting clip of the scissors. But the needles. Who made the dis covery that bone and ivory skillfully shaped made better needles'than Ihoru I do not know; neither can I tell you whose wise 'i -ad invented a way to make tin-in i steel. Needles ot steel were first made in Germany four cen turies ago. Spanish needles were at one time celebrated. For two hundred years they have been manufactured in England, and English needles are now the best in Ihe world. Your hems are ready to sew? Hide the knot under the edge of the hem. and make the stitches equal dis tances apart, giving the needle a slant ing portion as it passes through the cloth. Use it carefully, my dears, while 1 tell you with what kill and lalior it is fashioned for your bands. Large coila of wire are cut until each iece is the length of two needles. l'hese pieces are made straight and sharpened at the ends; then two eyes are stamped near the middle, with a cross-cut between. These twin needles, uow head to head, are Wed apart, and each lies by itself. But it is far from being ready to begin the work for which it is designed. It must be smoothed where the tiling was done: heated to redness nnd plunged Into oil to temper the steel; sand and emery. putty powder and oil. must polish it blight; soap and water must cleanse it. And even then it is not ready for use. The eye is to bo made smooth, that the thread may not be cut, and a final polishing is required to make it dainty enongh for the work it must do. 1 lie needle was tempered made hard that it might not be easily bent. Tempering steel is done in various ways sometimes by heating the metal, and cooling slowly in water; some times the cooling is done by a blast of cold air. In a lecture, which perhaps some of vour mothers and grandmothers beard, Wendell Phillips told the atory of the discovery of tempering steel by cold air. which just here will interest yon; once upon a time, centuries ago, a knight wito had broken his sword went to an armorer to have the pieces weld ed together. When this had been done the heat of the fire had softened the steel. Seizing his sword, the knight hurried away, not waiting for the plunge in cold water which should have tenij-rei the blade. Mountiug his horse, he rode up the mountain-side, cooling his sword by waving it back ward and forward in the keen wjotry air. unconsciously giving it. as he af terward learned, a temper far exceed ing that which it would hare received at the armorer's baud. And now are vou all 110:07 vour best? You are uot too youu to have learned already the truth of Lowell s line. "Work that's half done is always askiug to be done again." Lydia laber Robinson, in llarfxr's Young 1'eo- pit. SHATTERED BY SCIENCE. All the Romance of l!c Kllllne; Time II Pasted Away. An old time hog-killing is hard to find now. Meat is bought too cheaply from the West. The prairie farms. where corr is burned as fuel, raise hogs too e isily to allow Southern farmers luxury of killing and curing their own meat. You go to the packing nouses of the est and drop a porker into the slot. In fifteen min utes he comes out clear-ribbed and sugar-cured lots with a can of pure lard thrown in. and all the hoof, hide and tallow present aud accounted for. The poetry and plenty of the old plan tations have giveu way to the steam packing mills with their millions of pounds a month. farmers used to make their bams from necessity. Now they put them up as a luxury. It has gotten so that none but well-to-do farmers can af ford to raise their own meat In those days of the steaming Gypsy pot, the nickorr ashes, the fat pen and tne crisp sward dyed in purple, we heard nothing of tncuiuaa or pors corners. The only meat f mures were when the shote was marked in July for killing In December. Sometimes a mild win ter robbed the farmer of his meat. Oc casionally his pig-sty and smoke house were raided between the suns; bnt there was grease and plenty in the nog killing on plantations. It was a fact that the Southern slave enjoyed as large a proportion of the products of his labor as any class oi lured labor in the world, and statistics show that the slave was a larger oonsumer of ani mal food than any class of laborers in Europe, and larger than any other la boring population in the United States. You rarely see that rare spectacle of a roasted pig shipped upon the table entire, like the peafowl in all his glory on the tables in Florence. There was the mellow apple io his mouth, caught in his expiring effort, and there, pre served with culinary skill is the ecsta tic twist of bis tail. Now the rail roads and steamships have brought about a division of labor. Your hogs are steamed in Chicago, your cows pastured in Michigan, your turkeys dressed in Vermont, your syrup boiled in Cuba, your ice-cream frozen in New York, your cuffs washed in Chi na, and your cotton by and by will be grown in India and Africa. Then there will be nothing left in this solid and sunny South but to cultivate mel ons in summer and millionaires in winter aud write about the good old times. Augusta Ou.) Chronicle. How to Keep Shoes Soft. When shoes are only blacked the leather soon becomes hard and dry, the best-fitting pair will be uncomfortable, and here aud there little cracks will appear.which will soon become chasms. Every week or two the blacking should be wiped off with a damp cloth, the shoe should be allowed to dry ana men be rubbed with the best harness oiL Every part, including the sole and the seams, should be oiled, and the oil given a chance to soak in. The tough est leather can be made soft in this way, and good leather will, after this treat uieut. feel like kid. The shoe will wear three times as long and be in linitelv mc v comfortable in the wear ing. Vaseii ue is thought by some to be superior to harness oil. The easiest way to clean rubber overshoes which have become muddv is with vaseline. A little "swab'-of Uannel on the end of a stick is good for this purpose. COtrKTT. John Karpeln, one of the keepers at the lighthouse at Point llfiyes, died suddenly March 3. One day recently while aBluomfleM farmer was riding home ou a load of baled hay it took fire from lilapipe; fortunately a neighbor aw tho flames and wamd the occupants of the wagon. They mltfht have bad roaxt pork, done U a turn, as there wan a plK in the outfit which had begun to perspire a little. Courier. nor. so COUSTV. James Morgan was killed for a coyote while hunting thoe animals with fiotno friends In American canyon March 3. Tho Vacavlll Incorporators are active. mmmm PACIFIC STATES Type-foundry And Printers' Warehouse, 40B-U Waabiagtea St, OeeoeHe Pea OOce, The favorite Printer' Supply Hotiae of the Pacific Coast. Prompt, bqoare and "Pro errmiTC. Stock complete, repreeentine; the latest and beet of the K astern Market. Type and Hate all oa the Point Sjratem. 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