The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, April 24, 1891, Image 4

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ht of a Infrotv nhnws
in the momfnir Itjrht,
tiwlor at noon it wow.
ad-! imt at. tbe fall of nlprhtt
r or cUnitly Mrvna nil an one,
?Us MHMmii f m hot! wtt.ti RUItl
Hllnr emilil not. iittd nd.
Vftl tbe country Sunaulne. Land.
J make von tnTl when once you know
Mion bloMoms were all iutJnw:
ay. so many. small and brlfrlit,
-orerml the hills with a mantle of llrhtt
wild bee the glad broe-se
4 " Ute netmyed ttetds of Sunshine Laud.
ho sea w twn bound.
jtijj. dar uhlld. would we choose for
.iM nail and mil tilt at last we found
iB inlrv o-olil or u mllltou Hownrs.
dnrllnfr. wed find, tr at home wo staid.
anu idiii ji our pleasure an
v niad
e near than we think very rlose at hand
" the fColdrn flHdw or Pinhtnn Land.
' Edith Thonum in N. V, Weokty.
, i phaSton portrait.
i m1kah Mrac; WHl mi look in at mv shop
bts eventiifr? Oulllor Is In town and Hi imlng
. dtue with me at the elub. I t utaml an
evt'nlmr with him alxue, hut If you and Teddy
, U Hrien will support me, with pine and pota
it tlons, 1 think wo Khali be a mutch for htm.
1 IV mo ; -in ! -- friend for llft
I bait nothing particular to do. so I
I sent? wort) 'routid to Dick that I should
tttrA up. having first made sure that
Veddy O'Brien, whoso studio was in
t the same block, would ijo also. Quitter
yre knew of old. as all the world knew
him a man who bad seen everything;
done everything, been evert-where
and these occasional visits of "his were
a perpetual terror to Graves. Why he
naid them we never knew. There" was
a kind of traditional friendship be-
tween the families certainly, but
' Quiller was a man who scoffed nt tra
dition. He was In every way out of
' sympathy with a set of ardent and fro
j pecumous painters. As journalist, as
traveler, as mau of the world, he had
outlived his enthusiasms. Life con-
- tatued no new experiences, no sur
prises for him. It wm only a monot
;'' onous round of the known and the ex
pected. I Dick Graves, who usually shone as
Awi host, was not at his best that evening.
He was nervous at first, end rather
silent, leaving the burden of the talk
; fo Teddy ami myself; and we had the
111 luck as the punch circulated to light
on a vein of hmnorous stories, at
- i" which we laughed eousumedly our-
selves without evoking even a smile
from the gueat of the evening,
j WHl you fellows look over my
i Ooratsh sketches?" said Graves, sud-
denly lumping up in desperation.
? 'There are some you have uot set-it
!L and he beran to rummage aliout among
. a pile of old canvasses.
Quiller resumed his seat and sat
alf-abaently, half - contemptuously,
watehinir us as we turued over the
paintings; possibly he wns amused by
eur jargon of "lone" and "quality,
. and the rest. At length I picked tip
from the heap a painting that caught
mv eye and propped iton the easel
near the lamp. It was quite unlike
braves' usual work, and I stood look
ing at it for a moment, not quite
' kuowine: why I did so It was the
. -v, aeait of a young wentaa, pale and
sltgiitly worn- ik was. leiMitnga little
forward, looking ot of the pietur-.
her month parted by s slight, treim.
lou smile, and ta her eyes a look that
. was a strange- mingling of emotions.
if a new hoe- &nif hnuoiness had
ome inta a life of sorrow a look half
exultant. I turned to eak to Graves
and saw that Quitter had got up and
was standing gazing at the picture
with vrook ot lasviuation or of tear.
ajt last was something that inter
ested him.
"Where Jul you get that? be asked
hatdoyou think of k?" said
Graven, slowlv.
"It's a g hmI heail, sjwd Teddy
"It's a woudtrrfitl motelk" said I.
'"Afaqe to liatuu one1 said Quiller.
In a tone- qute unlike- his ordinary
Qynionl one.
vAh, that's it, saiit Graves. 'Its
more than human. "
"Who is UP" said Quiller, in his
abrupt way again.
"'Pon my soul I can't tell you. for I
don't know. Va a queer story, and
one I'm. almost ashamed to ask yon to
believe. I sha'n't blame you if. you
Uiink I'm, humbugging.11
We settled oursel ves by the fire with
our pipes, and Dick began his story in.
a manner, for him. so unusually grave
and impressive that it seemed to leave
no room for doubt as to. his perfect
good faith iu the matter.
"I. went into Cornwall, as youkaow
at the end of summer, and after leaf
ing 'round Newlvn foe a while I wen
to the south coast, to try and nol some
place that had been less painkedv I
staid a few days at Polperro. but it was
-all so much like the smaller exhibi
tions in town that I could noi stand it.
and x finally landed at -' naming
a small seaport town "where there
were no painters and not nanny visitors.
1 stayed at the 'Ship irw and looked
'round for some place fee hang np my
pallet. After some inquiries I found a
small cottage which had been empty
for soaue time, but which had evident
ly bee used as a studio, for there was
a wall knocked out at one side and a
good-sised room added, with a high,
aorth light. On the south side the
kitchen and 'parlor.' which opened one
Into the other, had a view of 'the love
liest little harbor in the world. The
place was just what I wanted, audi thw
rent was absurd onlv 10 a year; so-1
took it for six months, on the- under-
standing 1 was to keep it on if. L obese.
I bought a few things to. make?- the
place comfortable, and got a eld
woman to look after it for. me,, tat I
lived most of the time at the Ship ion,
and just at first I spent very Little time
at the studio, only taking: io may can
vases at night. When : October set in
cold and wet I had (to do some work
indoors, and was. began to
think there was -SOJuethiiB queer about
the place. One day I bad been paint
ing a young girl from the village, the
granddaughter of ay ancient dame,
and ( wa& putting on a few touches to
Oie background when I heard a sound
close bebiad me. like a very gentle
sigh, 1 looked 'round quickly, but
there was one in sight no one in
tad veero. in fact. I went on painting,
wit a. an uncomfortable feeling' of some
thing aneanny. and in a few minutes
the sound was repeated actually at my
ear. I dropped my brnsh with the
start I made, and then I went all
through the bouse to see if anyone was
in it. I knew that Annie and her
grandmother bad gone home, and I
thought I hoped that some poor
soul had crept in to shelter from the
raic by the kitchen tire. Well, there
was not a soul near the place, I lock
ed up carefully that night when X
went back to the inn, and in the solace
of a glass of grog and a pipe before I
went to bed I almost persuaded my
self there was nothing in iL In the
morning I had really forgotten it, I
fancy, but when 1 got back to the
studio a curious thing happened. Right
across the face in my picture were a
couple of brush-marks, such as you
might make if you were trying tbe
tooth .of a.canvas. completely spoiling
inj; work of (the day before, I called
up Annie and her grandmother, and
-accused them of playing tricks. They
were indignant at the idea, and finally
1 bad to apologize for my suspicions.
We searched the h0use together, but
" -Id 6qd no mgttus by which any one
tve entered, and at last I waa
'tide that X must have)
" -1' ' - -': rT-S'? "V -r
done the damage myself when I let
my brushes fall. In a tew days, how
ever. It became Impossible to explain
the thing by this or any other natural
means; constantly my canvases were
tampered with, and I grew to have the
fouling that after twilight I was never
alone in the room; that faint sigh,
which had so startled me at first, I
came to listen for aud expect, mid I
began at last to clothe It with n per
sonality, and to wish I had some meaus
of comforting the poor soul who hail
no other language In which to express
despair. I did not think It was she
who had defaced my canvas, however,
and I took to carrying my works baek
with me at night to the Inn, where they
were secure from Interference.
"I suppose the thing would have
ended there but for an accident. There
was a race meeting In the town and the
'Ship1 was invaded by a low set of fel
lows, who got drunk and made beasts
of themselves generally. The place
became unbearable and I determined
to camp In the studio uutil they cleared
out, 1 made up a big fire, got my old
woman to leave me some hot water in
the kettle, and with help of a rug aud
a pillow stuffed into the back of my
chair I made myself tolerably com
fortable for the night. How long I
slept I don't know. 1 awoke sudden
ly, not as one does In bed, with a
drowsy feeling of relief that it is too
early to get up, but with every sense
on the alert, and a curious impression
that something unusual was happen
ing. The fire was still bright, and
made a glow on the opposite wall, but
what made the room so light was the
moon shining in through the square
window in Ute roof. 1 could see
everything in the room quite plainly,
but I seemed oppressed by some
weight that made me powerless to
move. 1 sat there staring at what
happened as helpless as If I had been
bound. My painting things were just
as I had left them; my canvas, on
which I had sketched In a head, on the
easel, and close by on a stool, paints,
brushes, and pallet. They had been
there, that is to say, for there stood In
front of the easel, with his back to me,
a tall man, with a stoop in bis should
ers, and dark hair; he had my pallet
In his hand, and he was painting with
a sort of nervous intensity that it
thrilled one to see. I looked to see
what he was painting, tor he kept
glancing over toward the patch In the
moonlight; but at first 1 could see
nothing. Then I heard that little
gentle sigh, but not, it seemed to me,
so utterly weary and heartbroken as
formerly; it was a sigh almost of content-
And as I pondered on this my
eyes seemed to become more ac
customed to the light, and there in the
moonlight, on the very chair in which
Annie had sat was a woman, leaning
slightly forward, young, beautiful, and
very pale but vou nave seen the
picture. I looked at her more than at
hire, only glancing now and then to
see how the work went on. As I
watched her the face changed, and the
sorrowful, worn look gave place to a
kind of wondering happiness he has
not quite got it in the picture; it was
as if the feeling were so intense it
made a kind of radiance 'round her.
I don't know how long I watched. At
last a sound made me turn and look
at the painter; he had thrown down
the pallet and brushes, and was stand
ing looking at his work; then he turned and held out his bauds with a
supplicating gesture. She had risen.
too. and came a step forward with a
wonderful light in her eyes and just
as she put her hands in his a cloud
crossed the moon and blotted out the
figures from my sight. When it passed,
the patcli of moonlight was empty,
and there was only the painted head
and the pallet lying on the floor to
convince me I had not been dreaming.
After that I mast have fallen asleep
for it was broad daylight wlieu I next
remembered anything, and I heard the
welcome and familiar sound of my old
wuman prepariusr my breakfast. The
smell of fryiivg pilchards ww refresh
ingly mumlaue. aud I got up stiff and
sore from my uneasy couch, prepared
to find that my phantoms of the night
before had been nothing but a dream.
No; there was the pieture. just as you
see it. and on tlm ll-xtr were the pallet
and brwsles. 1 picked them up aud
looked ewriously at them. If you'll
believe uae. I could never make up my
uwmt to clean the p:tint off that pallet,
ami it baugs there just as that fellow
left iS.
We sat silent for some minutes when
Graves had. done. 1 confess the story
kupressed me a good deal. ami.
glauciug up. X could see that Quiller
was strangely moved.
"And did vou never have any ex
planation of the thing?" said I at last.
"No." said Gra-es. 'l never had
any explanation, and I don't suppose
I ever shall."
Quiller haJ risen and stood near the
"I think 1 can give it," he said,
knocking tbe ashes out of his pipe.
Graves stared at him; no one spoke,
and he went on as if tinwilliuglv.
That must have been I)rakes
cottage you. had; he was here before
your time- J dare say you never heard
of hin. He lived there with his wife
aadthafs her portrait."
r. 6raves-' stare of surprise became
naore- profound, and Teddy and I
looked oa in silent wonder. Quiller
weut on, speaking like a man tihat has
been carried quite out of himself:
"There was a tragic story tokl about
Irake and hi wife. He was a good
deal older than she, and changeable
and moody in his ways; and stw, poor
child, was ambitious to help him to be
great. At first be was tender and
thoughtful toward her. and then he
seemed to forget how fragile and sen
sitive she was he neglected her, and
grew more and more morose and
moody. He used to get very savage
about his model, and complain that it
was impossible to get any one with
intelligence enough to sit decently.
Once his wife asked him whether she
could not sometimes help him by sit
ting, and he only langbed at her, I
remember. Yon you!' he said; that
was all. Then the poor child had an
illness, which, if she had been happier,
might have ended differently and been
a new happiness to both of them; but
she was too worn out with sorrow and
disappointment, and in the end she
died. Iu her delirium she was always
calling to her husband: 'Let me help
you; let me- be of some use; only once,
dear; paint nseonly once;' and poor
Drake, who woke up to a sense of his
loss, was heart-broken at his inability
to satisfy her. The tenderest and
most passionate tones of his voice
never reached her, and she died with
out ever knowing him again. After
that Ifc-ake was a changed man; he
seemed to have only one idea to
paint the portrait of hfs wife- Canvas
after canvas he spoiled. :tnl when I
went to see him he say: 'She
can not rest until I h:ivc dn' it- I
must succeed; sooner or later f must
satisfy her. At length he I. e m- so
uomoDageable, eating noLbii j, and
spending long sleepless nights w .Uking
iKbotrt. tbe country, that his frieuds
caane and took him away. He died
soaee months after iu an asvlum."
"By Jovel" sakl Tedd v O'Brien when
Quiller had finished, and then relapsed
into silence.
J looked at Graves, but be was lost
iu a wonderment too deep for words.
-The portrait's very like her," said
Outlier; with a strange awe in his
tonev "Pm gl&d poor Drake succeeded
'Vou- bbink said J. and broke
Quiller was putting on his cost, tie
answered my unspoken question with
a solemnity for which I was not pre
pared. For twenty-two years these two
poor ghosts have been watting their
opportunity. Let us be thankful that
in the eud they fouud it1
He seemed to forget to take leave of
us in any way and went without an
other word. As the door closed en oh
of us drew a deep breath bf relief.
Dick raised his head with an air of
'That's a ruin story," said Teddy
Oil lien. "Why did you never tell ft
"The ruin in lest thing about it is the
sequel," said I. "Diek, old man. Is
vour part true?"
"I don't kuow," said Dick; I begin
to thiuk it must be."
"Great Scotland Yard!" said Teddy
O'Brien, did you make It pP"
"K very word of it ou the spur ot
the moment."
Did you know "
Not a word. Quiller seemed struck
by that picture, and It was the only
sign of human Interest he had shown,
so X thought I'd humor him. I didn't
mean a ghost story when I began, but
it somehow developed into that. I
would have given a good deal to take
a rise out of hiin. but I never hoped
for anything so complete as this."
'It was a curious coincident that
you should have taken Drake's cot
tage." said Mr. O'Brieu.
"Yes," said Dick dryly; "but the
most curious part of it all is that the
enttno-e wns made uu. too."
Great Scotland Yard!" said Teddy
O'Brien asrain.
"And who painted the head?"
"1 painted it myself," said Dick,
"and I began to think it must be
a deuced good picture.1' Cornhilt
Talleyrand aa King-Maker.
The Talleyrand Memoirs In the
Ctnlurv narrate, briefly, Talleyrand's
appointment at the head of the pro
visiuubi kuyci u meruit nuu ma i evejr-
tion by Louis XVU1
The duties of my position kept me
In Paris and made it Impossible for me
to go and meet Louis XVIII. I saw
him for the first time at Complegne.
He was in his study M. de Duras
brought me to it. The king, on seeing
me, held out his hand, and said to me
in the most amiable nay, the most
affectionate manner: "I am very
glad to see you; both our houses date
from the same epoch. My ancestors
were more clever than yours; had it
been the reverse, yon would say to me
to-day, 'Take a chair, come here, near
me, let us speak of our affairs'; where
as to-day it is I who say to you. "Sit
down and let ns talk."
I very soon did my uncle, the Arch
bishop of Kheims, the pleasure of re
peating to him the compliments paid
by the king to our family. I repeated
them the same evening to the Emperor
of Russia, who was alOompiegne, and
who with much kindness asked me if I
was satisfied with the king. These
were his own wonts. I have not been
weak enough to relate the openfcig of
this interview to any other person.
Iu the year 1807. when the Em
peror had couqtiered. one after the
other. Austria. Prussia, and Russia,
and held the whole destiny of Europe
in his hands, what a graud and mag
nificent role might he not have played!
Napoleon is the first and ouly power
that could nave given to .curope a reai
balance: a goal which for centuries
she had tried in vain to reach, aud
from which she is now more than ever
For this he only needed, first, to
urge Italy to uuife, by giving it the
house of Bavaria; secondly, to divide
Germ an v between the house of Aus
tria, which would stretch to the mouth
of the Danube, aud the house of Hrau-
denberg, which could have been
strengthened; and. thirdly, to re
awaken Poland bv giving it to the
house of Saxouy.
With a true balance of power Na
poleon might have given Europe an
organization in aeconl with the moral
law. A true balance would have made I
war almost impossible. Au appropri- j
ate organization would have brought i
to each people the highest civilization :
of which it was capable.
Napoleon could huve done these
things, and he did not do them. If he
bad done them, he would have had
everywhere statues to mark the grati
tude of the people; every nation would
have bewailed his death. lustead, he
prepared the way for the state of af
fairs which we now see, and brought
upon us the dangers which threateu
us from the Orient. It is by these re
sults that he ought to be, aud will be,
judged. Posterity will say of him:
This man had great intellectual iorce,
but he did notknow what true glory
meant. His moral power was slight,
almost absent. He could not bear
success with moderation, or misfortune
with dignity; thus the moral force
which he lacked was the undoing of
all Europe, aud himself as well.
Placed as I was for so many years in
the midst of his pians and in the very
crater, so to speak, of his politics, and
an eye-witness to what was done or
plotted against him, it did not require
great astuteness to see that the coun
tries recently subdued to his rule, all
these new princi pal i t ies created for
and placed under the domiuiou of his
own family, would be the tirnt to strike
the blow" at his power. Talleyrand
Memoirs in Century.
Getting Kven.
I had some important business to
transact with a merchant in an Ohio
town, but we had scarcely gt seated
iu his private office when in came a
drummer for a Chicago house. He
was probably new to the road, and he
wanted some of his cheek shaved off.
He was politely informed that nothing
whatever was wanted, but he talked
and hung on. and had to be fairly
turned out. In half an hour he re
turned to the attack with a freh stock
of gall, saying:
"I know you must want something,
and I'm bouud to have au order."
Again he was turned away, and
again he returned to the attack. The
merchant was now mad all the way
through, but he concealed the fact and
quietly remarked:
"Come to think of it, I do ueed a
few thiugs. Get out your order book."
"Ah, ha! I knew 3011 would give
me an order if I hung on long enough!"
exclaimed the drummer. "Nothing
like perse verauce in this profession."
The merchant ordered 2.CHH) pounds
of sugar, teu chests of tea, 1.1)00 pounds
of coffees, and a lot of other goods,
figuring up a big bill, and the drum
mer was on his high heels as he with
drew. "Pretty big order." I observed.
'No order at all," he replied.
"He'll mail it to Chicago to-night,
and to-morrow I'll countermand it by
telegraph. Did it to get even with
him for hanging on, -you see. All the
fun in this thing is uot ou the side of
the traveling men." N. '. Sttti.
An Indiana Precious Stone.
Wilbelin V addle, au eccentric char
acter and naturalist. residing near Ver
sailles, Ind., who spends much of his
time searching in the woods, among the
hills, flecp gulleys, nnd ravine, found
a stone about four inches long.that has
a number of dianiond-shaj-ed points on
tbe surface. A Cincinnati jeweler is
said to have offered Mr. Vaddiu $2,000
for his treasure.
Aa Old Virginia War Time rinr Whe
Has Sarvtma Until the present
One of the most familiar and le
loved faces Iu the Virginia hospitals
during the war was that of an old col
ored woman. By the side of the sick
and dying she wns always to be found
whether they wore blue or gray. The
face of old Mammy Miiry Brown was
the face of an angel of mercy to many
during this time.
She belonged to the old Nell estate.
Her mother, who died within the lust
three years, lived to the age of 112.
and was, up to a few weeks of her
death, a brisk, bright-eyed old lad.
She was visited by many of the "nniil
Ity folks," as she remembered the Rev
olutionary war, being a child nf some
five year's old at that time. Mary, at
the age of 2si, was bought by Mr. Tow
sen (afterwards Major Trnvseu), who
was then just married. Nine children
were born into the family, the mother
dying when the last child was an in
fant In arms. So to Mary fell the care
of the children, and they could not
have fallen Into better hands. Her
life was given up to them. She never
married, affording almost the ouly
caso on record where the colored dam
sel has failed to take Unto herself a
better half. Some jears before the
war Mr. Towsen moved to Philadel
phia, tnking Mary with him. Of course
she was free upon crossing the Hue,
but her deep devotion to the family
kept her with them, and she returned
with them to the south. She had
cause to be proud of her little brood.
seven of w h ieh were boys, for they
grew iuto noble men and women.
When the civil war came it wtift with
au aching heart that "mammy" saw
her beloved boys don their soldier
clothes to leave her.
But she had no time for repining.
Those four years were full of unselfish
deeds for her. She was always nursing
the sick, taking the covering from her
owu bed that they might not go cold,
buying them dainties from her own
scant stock of monev.
Sleepless nights she watched by the
side of some poor, dying fellow, whose
last faint words were those of thanks
and blessings for his nurse. She made
from two to three hundred suits of
soldier clothes, sewing them for the
most part duriug her night watches by
the sick.
At one time when the troops were
stationed at Manassas, before the first
battle there, she made a barrel nf
blackberry cordial, for the most part
I ticking theb-'iries with herown hands,
low those thirsty, wornout bovs did
cheer when tvat barrel arrived! The
story of an old colored woman having
in fit fe it for Idem was told. "Boys,u
said one poor fellow, "let's give her
three cheers." And cheer her they
Mammy was twice cheered by the
soldiers n't Manassas the second time
at the reception of some much-needed
clothes she made.
All this time her heart was bleeding
for her owu especial seveu. Before
the close of the third year there was
not one of them left. "It do seem."
she said on one occasion to Gen.
Mosbv, "dat de good Lord hab set His
mark'ob death upon them." They all
died in her arms.
All the boys made her tbe confidant
of their joys and woes alike, ever find
ing Iter a most sympathetic listener.
On one occasion mammy lost all of her
few remaining possessions while trav
eling from one town to another.
"Dey's wrapped in an old blue coun
terpane," she told one of the soldiers,
"and dar is a bottle of juach brandy
in de bundle. Ef yer finds der couu
terpane yer can hab de bottle."
It is needless to say that with such a
reward offered, most diligent search
was made, but without avail. The old
blue counterpane has never come to
Mifht. The soldier, who has now
chaiigcd iuto a portly judge, who
couuts his dollars by the teu thousands,
never meets mammy without saying
(with a twinkle in his blue eyes), "I
am still looking out for that blue coun
terpane, matumy, and remember, the
bottle's miue when I find iL"
After the war mammy went to live
with Major Tow sen's daughter, where
she has beeu ever since. She finds
much comfort in a new set of boys,
though they can never take the place
of her dear dead soldiers. The twin
bovs are her particular delight.
Mammy is over 90 now, but still
brisk, and looks quite equal to several
generations. Her life has iutleed been
fuil of good works, ever marked by a
loving, unselfish spirit. Philadelphia
Realism Knorkml All thv Powtry Oat of
ttt Tonne Woman.
An incident which is said to have
taken place recently in Paris may be
of use to some of our girl readers, says
the t'a-iruiiart Queen.
A young woman of high culture nnd
gentle breeding had been obliged to
earn her living as a governess nnd
grew impatient of the monotony of
her life aud its few chances of advance
ment. She fancied that she had great
histrionic talent and thatt she could
am axe the world aud make' fortune ou
the stage.
She went to a well-known tragedian
and told him iter story and her ambi
tions. Now. the tragediaii happcued,
fortunately, to be a mau of much sense
and kindness of heart. He did uot
tell her that she lacked ability, know
ing that she would not believe him.
"You shall choose for yourself," he
said; "but you should see this fairyland
close at hand before you cuter it."
"I go to the tbeator every night,
monsieur!" she exclaimed.
"Ah, yes! Before the curtain! For
one month you shall have a seat be
hind the curtain. If at the end of that
time you wish to become an actress I
promise my aid to you."
A line from him to the stage man
ager procured for her a chair Iu the
wings. There she sat night after
night, not seeing the enchautmeut. the
fun, the brilliant, gay touches which
made a picture for the spectator-, but
the coarse canvases, the machinery,
the paint and the dirt the hard, mo
notonous work, the jealousy and squab
b lings, the weariness of body and soul
out of which the players made the
Before the first week was over she
left the place iu the coulisse never to
return, declariog her gratitude to the
mau who had so shrewdly interposed
to save her.
Origin of Mermaid Stories.
The dugong, a species of whale found
abundantly iu the waters of both great
oceaus, but especially off the coast of
Australia in the Pacific, Is believed to
have furnished the slender basis upon
which all mermaid stories have been
founded. Its average length is from
eight to twenty feet. It has a hand
much resembliug that of the human
species, aud breathes by means of
lungs. It feeds upon submarine sea
weeds, and when wounded makes a
noise like a mad bull. Long hair in
the female species and hair and beard
in the male add to the resemblance of
the head and neck. The flesh of this
species of whale is used for food, and
is saia to nave tue navor 01 oacon,
mutton, or beef, according to the part
of the body from which the meat is
taken. New Orleans Picayune.
St. Louis Is the largest fur market In
the United States, ami on coon skins
ia far ahead uf auy other city. &t2v"
A Kins In a Tortoise-Shell.
, The eradle that a queen should
choose for her priueety Utile baby must
be a very grand affair, don't you think
sop Perhaps made of choice or costly
woods or even of a precious metal. In
either case It must, you thiuk, be most
beautifully shaped and perhaps carved
with the figures of sweet little cherubs,
watching over the favored mortal baby
as he sleeps softly amid his clouds of
line linen aud delicate lace.
This may all be. What made me
think of It was something that I heard
a traveler tell about within a few days.
This traveler had lately come from
France. While In that country he had
visited the town of Pau, amoug the
Pyrenees Mountains. In this town,
high up, looking over the valleys,
stands an old, old castle, dark and
gray and gloomy. It was built in the
oldun days wheu there was much fight
ing, and uobles and princes had to live
Iu castles, with walls made so thick
and strong to keep out their enemies
that the blessed sunlight was kept out
too. and the big rooms aud halls were
dark and dismal enough. Here in this
castle of Pau, in the year of 1653, said
the traveler, lived the old King of
Navarre, aud here, Iu this same year,
was born his grandson Henry, Priuce
of Navarre, afterward known the
world over as Henry the Great, King
of France aud Navarre. He was
called great uot ouly because he knew
how to head the armies of his king
dom, fighting his enemies, but because
he loved his people, aud tried to make
them happy aud prosperous as well as
So his people loved him. and after
his death they cherished everything
that had belonged to htm with the
freatest care. Here, In his castle of
au, Is still treasured the cradle In
which the royal baby was rocked to
It Is a cradle made all of tortoise
shell. Shouldn't you think It would break
very easily P It would if It were thin
and polished tortoise-shell, like a girl's
dainty bracelet, wnicn is almost as
britCo as glass; but there is little dan
ger of this royal cradle meeting any
such fate no more danger than if the
shell were still on the back of the tur
tle, its first owner! The shell is not
polished or altered In any way. It
was taken from the back of the big
sea-turtle (who had carried it so long,
aud thought himself so safe in his stout
shell-house), and was cleaned and
turned over on its back.
Then only a little blaukot was laid
In it, for the young Prince of Navarre
was not brought up delicately, and In
his very cradle wa taught to lie
wrapped In a rough blanket, instead
of ou soft cushions, amid luxurious
linen and lace.
The traveler did not tell the friend
with whom he was talking whether or
not the turtle-shell cradle was mounted
ou rockers, if uot, how could the
cradle have been rocked without giv
ing the poor little baby a most terrible
jouncing f
A little boy, who was walking with
the traveler and his friend, said that
he didn't think the little Pritfce Henry
had half so comfortable a time of it as
his own little baby brother at home;
and X shouldu't wonder if that were
true- But, perhaps, after all, it Isu't
good for babies to be quite no comfort
able. It may be that more babies
would grow up to be strong and hardy
men aud women if they were not
treated quite so tenderly at the first.
Jackinthelnlpit, in St. Nicholas.
A Statement from Mrs. Fremont.
In a recent number of The Century
Mrs. Fremont gives the following ac
count of bow she balked an official at
tempt to delay General Fremont's sec
ond expetlitiou to the West:
"In the month of March, 1343. I
acco m pa u ied Mr. Frem o n t to St,
Louis, where the second expedition
was fitted out; that through, be left
for the frontier, where the men and
animals were gathered. Following
out my duly of secretary. I was ta
open the mail and forward to the camp
at Kaw Landiug. now Kansas City, all
that in my judgment required Mr.
Fremont's "attention. One day there
came for him an official letter from his
colonel, the chief of the Topographical
Bureau: It was an order recalling him
to Washington, whither he was direct
ed to return and explain why he had
armed his party with a howitzer; say
ing that it was a scientific, not a mili
tary expedition, and should not have
beeu so armed. I saw at once that
this would make delays which would
involve the overthrow of great plans,
aud I felt there was a hidden baud at
work. Fortunately my father was ab
sent from St. Louis, and X could act on
my instinct. Without telling any one
of the order X put it awav and hurried
off a messenger to Mr. Fremout one
of his men, Basil Lajeunesse, who was
to join him with the last things. I
feared a duplicate letter might have
been sent ou to the frontier; but the
river mail was verv irregular and
slow, and I charged Basil to make all
haste, for much depended on that let
ter. I wrote Mr. Fremont that he
must not ask why, but must start at
once, ready or not ready. The ani
mals could rest aud fatteu at Bent's
Fort. Oulv go.' There was a reason,
but he could not know it; my father
would take care of everything. And
as we acted together unqnestioningly,
he did go immediately. . . .
"Not until after I received thegood
by letter did I write in -answer to his
colonel who had sent the order of re
call. Then I wrote him exactly what
X had done; that I had not sent for
ward the order because it was given
on Insufficient knowledge, and to obey
it would break up the expedition; that
tbe journeys to. and from Washington,
with indefinite delays there, would lose
to tho animals the best season for
grass and throw them, underfed, into
the mountains in winter; that the coun
try of the Black feet aud other fierce
tribes had to be crossed, aud that Ind
ians knew nothing of the rights of
scieuce, but fought an wnues; mar.
these tribes were in number and the
party not fifty men. therefore the how
itzer was necessary; that as I knew a
military order, must be obeyed, I had
not let it be known to any one, but
hud hurried off the uartv.
"When my father returned he en
tirely approved of my wrong-doing,
and wrote to the Secretary of War
that he would bo responsible for my
act. and that he would call for a court
martial on the point charged against
Mr. Fremont. But there was never
anv further question of the wisdom of
his arming the party sunieienuy.
Tbe American Girl.
After much observation of the
women of many countries, the con
clusion is inevitable that the freedom
of early girlhood, the looking upon
men as brothers, friends, and honor
able gentlemen, the being thrown ou
one's own good seuse as a guide, above
all, bei n g trusted by father and
mother, aud lover, not being suspected
or watched by a "black mesour," or a
too suspicious duenna -that all this
has madet very noble race of Ameri
can women, who can be trusted with
the future of the nation. She may be
slightlv in need of a few hints, but we
believe in - pretty witty Nancy."
Mrs. Joan nterwooa, t narpers isazar.
Coins with Holes in Them.
0 The French live and teu centime
pieces are hereafter to be coined with
""-"Va iu them like Chinese currency.
An tntHMitln Talk About tha Orlgi ane
lllrth of the Planat W Mti On.
Accepting the theory nf astronomers
that our sun and the millions of other
suns were evolved from masses of nebn
lous matter, we should like to know
how the earth and the rest of our sun's
planetary brood came iuto existence.
The Bible tails us someLhing about the
earth's Iiifauc3; and inferentlally about
the other planets. "The earth was
without form and void," we are told.
There was no division of land or water
-nothing but chaos; This agrees with
well-known scientific facts. Geology
takes us back to the time when land
ami water began to take form as we
see them now.
But ae should like to know some
thing about the earth's historv farther
back than the Bible and geofogy take
us. We are satisfied with the evidence
as to Its childhood, but when and
where was our dear old earth bornP
How came the sun's eight planets, and
the little asteroids, to be- made into
balls aud placed out ward In space at
distances ranging from $5,000,000 to miles from the parens
suur feveti the a-urouomers uo not
pretend to say positively hew this
mighty work of world-making waa ac
complished, but Bouiu of tbeiu hare a
theory that seems plausible and that
fully harmonizes with demonstrated
fa en.
What are called spiral nebula
nebulous bodies which are evidently
rotating or whirling, have lately bees
studied with greater care aud minute
ness than ever before. It seems prob
able that thete spirlals indicate a stage
In which masses of nebulous matter
began to concentrate and begin the
initial work of making a star system
after the manner of our solar system.
The attraction ot nebulas, as we
know by analogy, would cause a rotary
motion, parts nearest the nucleus mov
ing with the greatest rapidity, and
other parts moving more slowly in
proportion to their distance from the
center. Such a nebulst as this would
extend billions of miles In space. Tbe
different velocities of the parts would
naturally produce spirals, and as the
process of condensation went ou the
nucleus would become a comparative
ly solid bodv, like our sun, while
spirals, at variou distances therefrom,
would, by their own attraction, be
come more closely defined as individ
ual rings.
In course of time, perhaps millions
of years, these rings would gradually
draw together and assume the spheri
cal form that seems to be the ultimate
shape of all heavenly bodies. If this
supposition be true, the earth was
once a section of spiral nebula. As
the sun settled dowu iuto comparative
solidity the nearest spiral ring became
the planet Mercury, the next one
Venus, the next the earth, and so on
out to Neptune, nearly three billion
miles awav.
ana 11 planets are thus eroiveu
from spiral oebnia surrounding tbe sun
or star, then It logically follows that
our moon, and the moons of the other
planets, are the spherical outgrowth of
nebulous rings. Astronomers wno oe-
lieve In this theory declare thai
Saturn's rings will eventually increase
the very liberal allowance ot mat
planet's moons.
But 11 tins pianet-maKing ineory is
correct why can not the completed
planets of a star be discerned through
the teleseopeP Because the stuff of
which tbe pi met i-t made becomes
thousands of times smaller when com
pleted thau it was iu the nebulous
state. A woman's dress mnv not be
more thau four feet high and two feet
iu diameter: but probably there are
tweuty yards of stuff in it. The spirals
of which our planets were made must
have lieen billions or miles iu diameter,
but the diameter of the largest planet
jt only SO.OOO miles. Philadelphia
How Ow
il iloa llrown Ufpod
uf Tt r Cllll Fortune.
John Brown, of Harper s Ferry,
whose soul goes--marching on, has two
sons, Owen and Jusou. who went iuto
the valley where Pasadena sits in the
sunshine of the California paradise.
and there struggles agniust adversity
and fought pinched circumstances in
a loug and bard coutest.
A Lewiston gentleman who is just
nome irum v asmngton, met in iNew
York last week an old friend, an attor
ney of much note, who recently settled
the estate of one of these sons, who
has recently died at or near Pasadena.
Tbe attorney told the Lewiston gentle
man a story whose moral will be found
touching, no matter bow badly it may
be told in this place, and whose theme
Is heroic along the better line of hero
ism. This attorney found the affairs
of the deceased in good order, but his
estate small. He obtained from the
surviving son a memento of John
Brown, a letter written to one of the
sons nearly fifty years ago, a good let
ter, with one or two bits uf honest.
manly advice in it. In progress of
looking up the affairs the attorney
found out this, that tbe two sons had
lived along in a rather pinched way
Eaying for their little place, working
ard and patiently, uncomplaining in
their toil, and that they finally had
saved azuu lor a little nest egg against
future troubles. About two years ago
or more, as everyone knows, Charles
ton, e. c, leu in eartuquaxe. mere
was want and suffering a misery in
some sections paralleled only by the
Hood at Uonemaugh. When those two
brothers heard of it, forgetting that
South Carolina had embodied the ele
ment that had slain a father, and bear
ing only tbe cries of want and distress.
they sent their entire little fortune to
Charleston and it was used in allaying
the miseries of the men and women
who iu a certain way had been respon
sible lor their lather s death.
There's the story. You can think It
over, especially in the light af its un
ostentatious giving, and perhaps vou
may see its moral. The fact that it
has been unnoticed so long, and that
one of the sons has died, without see
ing even a newspaper reference to the
incident, is proof enough that it was a
gift of pure generosity aud nothing
else. Liewiston (me.) journal.
A Great Shot.
In the time of the second empire
there had been at Couipiegne a great
and elegant bunting party, with a
tremendous massacre of hares and
pheasants and other game. . Standing
in chosen spots, tbe emperor and his
followers had the game driven up be
fore them and had nothing to do but
shoot it dowu. These high-born hunt
ers had but to stoop to pick up the
game that they shot; but they did not
even ao us maun as mat. ineir vat
ets, dressed in picturesque costumes.
went about picking up their game for
them. As the hunters returned after
the day's sport it was noticed that
Prosper Merimee, who was one of the
party, was the only oue whose servant
was not laden with game. He was
left completely iu the lurch, as it were,
without having taken as much as a
sparrow. "Well, well!" his literary
fellows exclaimed, "how did they man
age fo get away from you?" "When
game is so plenty as that." said Meri
mee, gravely, "the merit of a marks
man lies in hittiug nothing. So I fired
between the birds." Argonaut.
A Gardena (Ca1.) farmer sold $1,600
worth of strawberries from his patch.
Itleafc ttranarnrt's KxpaflanS
lulnnit at Java
I visited -The Valley of Death' when
on the Islam! of Java three months
ago." said LIuL Leon Bancroft when
talking to a Chicago IVibune reporter.
The Lieutenant is connected with her
Majesty's service Iu India, and reg
isters from Calcutta.
"The place is called the Valley of
Death," explained the officer, "ou ac
count of the deadly fumes there. . But
the natives cannot account for tbe
poisonous odors, nor has their presence
ever been explained. The deadly
place Is ahont thirty-five feet below the
surrounding ground, looks like a dry
net! ox a stream, ana is about one mile
circumference. As I approached
the place X noticed a suffocating smell.
and was attacked with nausea and die-
zinesa. A bolt of this fetid atmosphere
surrounds the valley. I passed through
il, anu in purer air was permuted to
view the awful spectacle, for it was
awful. Before me I saw scattered all
over the barren Hoor of the valley
skeletons of men, wild hogs, deer, and
aiikiiHisoi birds anu small animals,
The entire bed of the valley is one
solid rock, and I could not discover a
hole or crevice In any place from
where the poisonous fumes came. The
hills surrounding this desolate atrip
are covered with vegetation, and alt
hough the neighboring mountains are
volcanic they do not emit sulphurous
odors, or present any indication of a
recent eruption.
there is no appareot cause for the
strip of deadly fumes surrounding the
valley. After I passed through it I
became bonier ana approacnea tne
edge of the deadly place. X was anx
ious to reacn the bottom of tne vauer
if possible, but was afraid to make the
attempt, as I had been warned to give
the place a wide berth, j determine!
however, to see what the fumes smell-
ed like, and started to descend. My
net Irish terrier waa with me, and as
soon as be saw me step over the side of
tne bank he rnsneu novo aneaa 01 me.
I endeavored to call him back, but was
too late. As soon as the little animal
reached the rocky bed below he fell
over on his side.' He continued to
breathe for ten minutes. I don t be
lieve I waa ever nearer death's door
than X was at that time. Four or five
times I was tempted to rush down to
rescue him, but 1 subsequently learned
that such a more on my part would
bare been certain death. For tea
minutes I suffered the agony of seeing
my dog die. and then turned and fled
from the spot. While there I saw a
bird fall a victim to the deadly fumes.
It evidently intended to fly to the bot
tom of tbe valley, but before it reach
ed the ground it fell dead. I don't be
lieve It lived half a minute after en
tering the deadly atmosphere.
no one baa yet been auie to ex-
nlain the cause of the fetid emanations
from the earth, the natives say, and so
many lives nave been sacrtneeu in at
tempting to explore the valley that
they have determined to keep away
from tbe spot forever.
Tne Tradition ConerNn BInlna ftasv
Pnint and thn Btanlton lalnnd.
The folk lore of the Indians of Michi
gan Is almost a thing of the past, but
few of their legends being preserved at
the present time, lo be sure, tnere
are a few of the old natives, whose
locks have been whitened bv the recur
ring frosts of many winters, who pre
serve a few of the traditions of their
tribes. Such a one is Wien-da-goo-iso
an aged brave, whose huge proportions
gave hiin the name mentioned, which.
trans l a teu into fengnsn, means giant.
Beiofz in a communicative mood a few
days ago he related one of bis tribal
traditions concerning tne mam ion
Islands and Sleeping Bear Point. He
said that many years ago, before the
primeval woods oi Michigan ana Wis
consin had been invaded by the ruth
less white man. the wild animals of
the forests were possessed of spirits, and
that the medicine men of tbe tribes
were able to talk with them.
Once upon a time a huge she-bear
was compelled to desert the shores of
Wisconsin and with her two cubs take
to the waters of Michl-game, the great
lake, on account of tires that were
raging in the wilderness. The heat
was so Intense that the mother bear
concluded not to return to the Wis
consin shore, but struck boldly ont for
the banks of Michigan. When nearly
across the lake tbe two cubs sank from
exhaustion and were drowned. The
old bear swam about the spot for
hours, bnt her cubs rose not again.
Finally weariness compelled her to
seek the shore, reaching which she
climbed a huge bluff and lay down to
sleep. That bluff was Sleeping Bear
foint, ana xrom that a ay to mis ine
spirit of the old bear has remained oa
that blnff, and from the spot where
sank the two cubs there gradually
arose two beautiful islands, the North
and South Maui ton. or, aa it means in
the vernacular of the Ottawa- Spirit
islands. . Tbe spirits of the cubs are
supposed to abide on the islands, and
that of the mother bear keeps a con
stant and loving watch over the homes
of her loved ones, where they are
bound to remain until terrestial .time
shall be no more, when they will be
transported to the Indian heaven, or
happy bunting grounds, not as victims
of the huntsmen, but as guardians of
the Indians who love them.
On stormy nights tbe Indians say
the spirit of the mother bear moans
and cries from her post on the great
sand blnff, in anxiety for the fate of
her young, the shores of whose home
are being assailed by the treacherous
wav?s which caused their death.
Call for a Hair-Cent.
The 1-2 cent has become a necessity in
trade, and the American Newsdealers'
association will petition congress to
establish a 1-2-cent coinage. On 1-cent
papers the dealer's profit is only 1-2 a
cent, and in many instances tbe 1-3
cent is lost because there is no coin of
this value. An appreciable loss arises
from this source in the course of m
year. It is a favorite way in marking
retail goods of all kinds to rate them
in such a way that the 1-2 cent comes
in, and in every case goes to the dealer.
This odd cent in a large establishment
certainly amounts to several dollars
daily, while the buyers lose and the
seller gains, for want of the 1-2 cent
coin. The infinitesimal divisions of
industry and retail supplied long ago
made these small coins a necessity in
Europe. A centime is a lifth of a cent.
Switzerland has a centime piece, Bel
gium a 2-centime piece, Germany has
ine pieumg, equal to one-ionrtn oi
cent. Age of Steel.
Value of Old Records.
It is said that the Confederate
archives captured at the fall of Rich
mond and other Southern cities have
saved the United States hundreds of
thousands of dollars in the Court of
Claims. No sooner does an alleged
"loj'al" Southerner file a petition ask
ing zor compensation ior property
taken or destroyed by Federal troops
than au officer sets to work to hunt
through these voluminous archives to
find evidence to prove the "disloyalty"
of the petitioner. Often the search is
successful, and not infrequently it hap
pens that the claimant is confronted
with writings of his own which go to
show that he was in full accord with
the Confederate Government. Mich-
mond Dispatch. . .
HoHfta trite Anton l&ofalty. " v
Life at Sandrlnghant is very eEmple,
says Iadr Elizabeth Hilary in Tlte
Ladies iVrnte Journal. The Prince
breakfasts with his sons and any male
members of the -royal family who may
be there; the Princess breakfasts in her
private apartment, while the young
princesses break their fast In an old-
ashioned room stilt known as tbe
school-room. When this meaj Is over
they come down to say good-morning
to their father, and are usually accom
panied by a group of pet dogs. Tbe
gentlemen go out shooting or riding.
wnue tne lauies in tne nouse amuse
themselves with books and papers and,
later In the day, are joined by the
Princess. Luncheon brings all to
gether, and this informal meal la.when
the season will permit, served in a
tent, put up in the woods near where
the mighty hunters are. The Princess
leads the procession going to this In a
smart yellow cart drawn by the plump
est of ponies, driving herself and one
of her lady guests, erne is. oy-tne-oy,
an extremely good whip. Lnneheoa
over, the ladies return to Saudi in g
ham House, everybody meeting again
at five oelock tea, and dinner being
served In tbe diiinlng-room at a twin
half-past eight o'clock. ; ine rrince
and Princess dine with their guests;
the Prtucess sitting In the center of
one side of the table, while the Prince
is exactly opposite. When dessert Is
served a piper plays the bagpipes la
the corridor outside. In veritable High
land style, that is, pacing oacftwarua
aud forward.
A recent survey has established the
nntnber of trlaeiera Iu tbe Alua at 1. fth.
of which 249 have a length more thsa
four and thrtw-quartirr mile. Iha
French Alt contain 144 glacier,, thm.
of Italy 78. Switzerland 47 Land Austria
A Young Man's ftftotfeaty.
Old Vickar, Oil, of eoarae, you
think you know erer ao much mora
ttann your father.
Younjc Vickara Oh, no, t don't; in
deed I dou l. It la. no donbt, true
that your nge and experience - more
than counterbalance my enuerior in
tellectual auilitr. oa. ItuUanutnlia
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in, IT uli.ilia at.
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4o WnaWna-toa St..
Is srale hguriiur year trees and. disagar
in? vonr fmiti
Isths mildew threat-miag year grapes and
Is the corb-leaf making year trees weak
An your Pears and Apples wormy and kid-
to SlKht: "
Are ine Blossoms dropping ana trees losiiup
meir ireiL;
Tlten nse for the dtiatrnetloni nnd p-r-a-nnUoni
tanft wah which ear. be as Beireljr
applied In imaw an in winter. "
Under new MninMerwnt. i
. bet. ManlromcrT St m MOe- fl. n
CondiKrted on frith tbe KaroDenn and Amerloan
plan. Tnla favorite hotel Is under the ezpert-eiv-ed
management ot I'H AK7LS MONTOOM
Kltr, and Is aa rood. If not tbe bent. Family and
Buvtneea Hra's Hotel In San FranoLsm. Home
emaforts, cuisine unexcelled, flrst clans see rice
and tbe blsbest standard of reepectbtuty runran.
ted. Bord and room per day Sl.aS to S3. Sin
gU rooms SOc to SI. Free conob to and from hotel.
Powdered 9J 1-100 Caustic &.
CalVOTt, Crtolla. Par Ml. I. T. w. Ivk
on OtK, Sol. Ajpau, 1M luiut at, ka Fraa
inttoanaa un stuni or
Card Stok, Straw and Bladna' BoavA.
at to at i
Chllda button, beels and tlpe, stout I lo S. M to
ascents; UlBseegoa. lace, everyday heels, XI
to 18, s. T cents; Misses goat, lace, everyday
heels. 1 to 2. 86 cents: Chllda iroat. lace. Srerr-
day heels, C to 10. 60 and SS cents: Ladies coat.
wee. everyoay auraoie special, i ; iaies sons,
button, neat style, SI. SO; Ladles kid, button, all
sixes to 7. SI. 60; Ladles slippers, fair quality,
neat, 7 cents: Ladles low cut shoes, late a " "
fashion, S1.40; Hisses clojh and kid, lace, 11 . :
13 bi. SO cents: Mens low cut sboea, annua '
wear, SI; Mens low cut shoes, better quailr Job lots of shoes oi first quality bousV. -
here and there at reduced prices, will be rffrinrr- i
to our patrons at the smallest mar gin of nronw
It you want to see a full list ot these aak for
March Home Circle. It Is worth vnar while
to look It over. Cost you nothing- but tbe trouble
m wuuing your nsnie sua maarcse to I
Cash Store, die aad 1S Front 84 8.
smk. JoanaM oe-s
EdncatiMal Mascara ef Anatomy
o tbelr mw awning, mat
Pulmonary Balsam.
JL Snpmlor Itamdy tar All
Throat and Lung Troabtes,
Aathma, Concha, Colda, , .
Croup. WaMpinr Cna.
Infloaiua, Bronchitis.
Loas of Voice. Homnemaa
And Incipient Coasuaiptioa.
riHit fcM ,f HaBna towm.
J. R. GATES &. CO., Prop'rs.
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