- . ,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.
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and Francis llac-rt Pianos, and the celebrated
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Market St., llitry bulliiiiir, ground floor.
AFITONlfircFf WRIGHT PIASO IN PEB
fect order: Woxiorth A AUuran. makers
SIUO. W O. BADGER. 725 Market St.
4 H 15 VOICE OF FOt'R ORXD CF-RIOHT
J V pianos from the factory ot Henry F. Miller.
Boston: positively new; will be sold fur below
cost tocbiae Invoices. W. O. BADOEK, 725 Mar
ket street.
CHiCKERISrt a- SOS'S PIASO
. BADGER'S. 7i5 Market et.
AT W. G.
STEISWAT SOS'S PIANO AT
i GER'S, TJ5 Market et.
W. O. BAU-
A DECKER BROTHERS' PIANO AT W. O. BAD
OER'8 73S Market St.
A ITSHAM k SON'S PIANO AT W. O. BAD
I. OEB S. 1& Market St.
SHOES !
Child button, heels and ttps, stout S to 8. SO to
65 cents; Misses goat, lace, everyday heels. It
to 13',, 75 cents: Misoc- goat, lace, everyday
h"ls. lioJ, cents: OliUils goat, lace, every
day heels, S to 10. 50 and 65 cents; Ladies goat,
laco, everyday durable special. 1 ; Ladles goat,
button, neat style, S1.50: Ladies kid. button, all
stces to 7, SI. 30; Ladles slippers, fair quality,
neat. 75 cents: Ladles low cut shoes, lateat
fashion. 1 50: Mioses cloth and kid, lace, 11 to
13 l,. 50 cents; Mens low cut shoes, summer
wear, SI : Mens low cut sbnes. better quality,
$1.25. Job lots of siloes of first quality bought
here and there at reduced prices, will be offered
to our patrons at tbe smallest margin of profit.
It you want to see a full list ot these ask tor
March Home Circle. It Is worth yonr while
to look It over. Cost you nothing but the trouble
ot sending yonr name and address to Smith'
Cash Si ore, 416 and 41" Front Ht., 8. V,
try Bttlldisg 78 HARKCr ST. Sn fumlm
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raising Chickens. Our
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Brooders what to feed
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doaea hens yon need
this book. It gives
more Information:
than many ot the-
booka sold at 3S eenta.
We send It tree on re
ceipt of 4 cents to pay
postage.
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IXCTJBATOR CO.,
Petaltuna,
R. HALL'S
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J. R. GATES &. CO.,' c'
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