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About The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898 | View Entire Issue (July 31, 1891)
NIRVANA. .,. To lie, to rest on broclteu couch. To I war the bells 011 fairy brae. To watch o blue loch tmse the shores, To ttorkor color undenva); To see th RlooniitiR even fall Ou bauk aud tree, on mount aud void. , Tu mark the (Kara that rUtumer bright Toeuuu; the hundred legends old; To cltrap the ailver cortl that leads The booking shadows by a hill, To lie, to rest on brsekou couch. To feel the uight come, soft, and calm and OIL ' -J. J. M. iu New York Graphic. '"MADAME ROQUETTE.'' There protwbly was not a brighter nor a coaler room in any home in Mew York than the breakfast room in Johu Wheatleigh's house. It was somewhere in the thirties, just off Fifth avenue, of which a glimpse could be oaught through the east windows, which ad mitted a flood of sunlight on the glass aud plate and fine damask of the table, and brought out the golden light in Mr Wheatr leigh's brown hair. j There could not have been a more agree able couple to look upon, either he, tall, athletic, with an open, manly countenance she, pretty, elegant and womanly. They ware a happy pair, too, as happiness goes, and no heavier cloud darkened their matri monial sky than the one which was now hov ering over the breakfast table. For that there was a cloud this morning there could tie uo possible doubt The fullness about Mrs. Wheatleigh's lips, the droop of her lids and the elevation of hereyebrows formed an undeniable pout, while her husband's face expressed doubt, anxiety and annoyance in turn. Though the atmosphere was clear! when the meal began the doubt had been lurking in John Wheatleigh's eyes ever since he took hi) seat at the table. In bis heart it expressed itself in the hesitation between "1 will tell her" and "I wont tell her." The "won ts" had the best of it at first; it seemed unnecessary; there was no reason why he should, and perhaps Nettie would not under stand it, which would be very awkward. Then he considered the afUrruative side of the question; Nettie was a thoroughly sensi ble woman; she bad never shown the least trace of jealousy; anything that he would tell her about, honestly aud openly, site would consider right, or if she did uot she would tell him so gently and without any fuss, i He looked at her as she bent her pretty head over the morning paper, bumming a little tune meanwhile. She seemed to feel his gaze, aud glancing up at him smiled. John heart smote bun. How cooid he think of keeping anything from his sweet little wife I Of course be would tell her he was half sorry be hod promised to go; if she ob jected be' wouldn't. "Just as soon as I finish this egg," thought he. "Inthe meantime l'U think of the best way to tell her." That was a fatal egg for John. He was some time in disposing of it. When he had finished be cleared bis throat and h:id actually uttered the initial N of his wife's name when ilrs. Wheatleigb cried, "OU, John, they're going to play Cyin beiine' to-night; won't you take mef t That questio.1 was the deathknell of John TV heatleigh's confession, lie could never tell his wife, in excuse for not taking her to the theatre, that be was going himself with another lady, or at least a party in which there were other ladies. i "To-night did you say, Nettie? I don't be lieve 1 caa go to-night" i "Oh, John, why notf "Won't to-morrow night dof ' . "No," laid Mrs. Wheatieigh, looking at the paper, "this is the only performance of 'Cymbeline.'" "I atn going to be out to-night, Nettie; I don't think 1 can take you very well; but any other uigltt I williw glad to." "Ton are going to the club, I suppose. I wish yon did not spend so much time there. Is this so.atiibing so important that it can't be put c-t; I dp want to see 'Cyntoliue' so much.'' , t Ht?c here Nettie, it's like this," said John: ' 'd. Wilson, a friend of mine from out of town, tt going to be here to-night, and 1 want to show him around a little, and and take unito the ciut, pcrbajw; in fact, I've written to him promising to meet him. Now do be reasonable, Nettie." ' The cloud lifted from Mrs. Wheatleigh's brow entirely. "1 will be reasonable, John; of course if you are engaged with your friend, I shan't interfere. Til tell you what X might da If you will get the tickets, I'll send over to Cynthia Olds to go with me; she will be glad of the chance. We'll take a cab aud drive to theatre, and It will be perfectly ate." t John was glad to have the matter settled so easily, but bis wife's sharp Beech still rankled a little, and be felt that he ought not to give in all at once, I 'i don't like you going out a night without an escort, and I don't like you going with Cynthia Olds, anyhow. What you see in her to make you want to continue the intimacy, i I can't imagine. She is a silly, simpering old girl, without an idea that she hasn't got. from some yellow backed novel, and a wo man whose tougue-ruus as hers does is sure to bo a dangerous companion." "Cynthia is not so bad as you moke her out, John; she is foolish about some tniugs, I know, and exaggerates a good deal, but I ' never heard her say anything ill untured, about anybody. It is a pleasure to take her out, she enjoys everything so much. But as you evidently do not wish me to go the thea tre, I shall say no more about it" ! "There, my dear, you may do as you like,", said John. "Ask Cynthia to go with you and I will bring the tickets to-night" And so all was serene. When John Wheatleigb took bis seat in the elevated train be drew a letter from his pocket the letter which caused the little Jar in bis home that had so quickly subsided, lie read it hastily: Newark, 5. J., April io. Dkab Wheatusiuu: I am coming over to New York on Thursday with ivy wite and her sister you renumber Ethel' of course. and would li delighted to have you join tun at we ttoiiman nouse at u lor tunner, ami tnake a purtie parree, I hear the operetta ol "JHadama Itoquetto" is very good; may I commission you to secure four places for oiu party, and Jon't fail to meet Ual My will wishes to bo remembered. Yours truly, & il. tt 1107. "Confound It," be muttered, 'I dont Idn H; I wish I hadn't been in such a hurry to accept his invitation. - i He remembered Miss Ethel very well; a handsome girl she was, too, but not band. somer than her sister, Mrs. i son. 01 course, they couldn't have asked Nettie; thoy dout know her. I'm hanged, though, U 1 thiuk it's the thiug to invite a morned malt without bis wite. Iwish I'd told borl How- OTer,I mi foritnow,I .nppo, J He left the tram nd went to a tbeatr, where a great artist was Paying Shake- "'"fi hJ two ,lttCf "Cymbeliue," Then he went onto his offlc All mornmg, however he was ab-eut minded anaiowspirKeu;no.etvenu Bm Tueu. wenmtiie orchestra, and the (unities ou the exchange pass unnoticed. houaa8eemBd uih) Iu?1( witu tho exception About noon he ma.le a sudden reaohition. ' onechair adjoining tlu)ir own. Cynthia 'I shan't dine with them at any rate; I'll go divested herself of her jacket at once, and home and take dinner with Nettie; M com- proiwred to enjoy herself, promiw ou that Ue sat down and wrote: "Wo can put our things on that Beat next . . . . , you, Nettie; If anybody comes we'll take Dkak Wiwon-I am very sorry, but 1 "..wnvi train 11 she mid find it impossible to got away in time to take weui away again, she said, dinner with you this evening. 1 shall join Nettie placed Cynthia's coat lu the vacant you at the theatre, though, and therefore en- seat, and as she did so hor eyes fell ou the close the three tickets tor yourself and the man beyond it; tie was staring at her with ladies, to whom please make my compli- wide opeu eye8 miix hanging juw; he looked meuteand regreteatboinK obliged to forego to BtupiiUed. The man was her husband, artoftlieplcosuroftlieev bow came yon here I Comic opera was a form of entertainment f ?hl V Wi" " Jok-whAt , which John Wheatleigh loathed, yet here he . .mV;?", u,, W M hinJ1( to nU tare. ,5 houreof jinghngmosic and pramng women, 0 qmokljqniekly, Nettiel" rn!!htaXB " I to ''! li,WMu"a " He put the three tickets into an envelope wildered, while Cynthia stared. "Quick, with his note and sealed it, thinking to him- Nettie" eelf meanwhile: ' I wish there was some way "An, Wheatlelgh, Tve found you, have If out of the whole business I might say I was cried a little man bustling up; "such a deuce ill poor little Netiiel 'Mme. Rouquette' In- of a time I've hod. What on earth did y u deed! Fshnwl" . ! mean ny sending me one ticket for this place Than he called a messenger, dispatched his and two for somewhere else, Lord knows letter, and in so doing hud the train to a wheret I've been having a fine row bock pretty mine wbieh by evening might explode there, and the girls are mad as hornets. Maud with a formidable result j didn't like it when you didnt come to dinner You will probably guess what John Wheat anyhow. Oh, 1 can promise you a jolly scold leigh did iu his aheeut minded, self reproach- lug. How did you mnke such a bull? Are ful state of mind, so there need be no secret these the scats here! The usher will try to about It He was reckoned one of the shrewd- straighten the thing out if these ladies will est men on the Cotton Exchange, yet 1m did kindly let him see their coupons. Mayta" now what shrewd aud keen witted men His words wero drowned in a burst of sometimes do committed an egregious applause. Floria De firassi, as the young blunder. i Prince Gail lard, had bounded on the stage a He hod hi bis pocket six theatre tickets.' glory of blonde hair and silk lleshi.igs. All were red. and of the same general ap- Nette had not an idea of what the trouble pearance. He enclosed the two tickets he was about; she looked at her husband, who bad bought for his wife aud one operetta was still standing. His face was white, his ticket iu the note to his friend Wilson, and lips moved, but she could not hear the words, thus the three tickets he retained, one for The usher was saying something to Cynthia, himself and two for Nettie, were all fori who was helplessly fumbling in her bag for "Mme. Roquette." j the coupons Nettie had handed her when When he came home to dinner Nettie met they came in; but what was this the woman him with a smite. "Could you get the tickets, on the stage was singing, her hands pressed John, dear' Oh, Pm so glad Cynthia will to her heart, and her eyes rolled up in mock go. How I wish, though, tt was your' "Indeed, I wish it was, Nettie. I would break this engagement to-uight if I could, but Wilson is au old friend and 1 would not like to offend him." "And 1 wouldn't like to have you either, dear. I was cross this morning, wasn't II I was sorry for it, though, afterward. Please forg.ve me, John, deur-you ate always goirt to me , and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Wt you well, Jobu? You look pate,' I "let, quite well, Nettie; a little headache, that is all. - ' . , . Mrs. heatleigh was not quite dressed her good-by. "I'll try to be back as soon as you are, Nettie," he said, as he kissed her. He was on tiw stairs when his wife called to him, "John, you haven't given me the tickets 1 don't come back back; I'll run down to you. He fumbled hastily in bis pocket and drew . out the toree tickets 'Mme. Roquette- that's mine-be beard Nettie on the stairs-' "these other two are hers-don't come down, dean there they ere. . I "Youfooish boy," said Nettie, "you are rare -ou ore quite well, John? ihei-e-good meht- I stopped at the door. Her toilet was a matter requiring great preparation; presently, though, she came running out 1 'How are you, dear Nettie so good of you to think of me so often! Isn't Mr. Wheatleigb going? Jnstwetwoi How nice! What is 'Cynibelme,' Nettie tibakespeare, Isn't it? I don't think I ever read it is it a tragedy! How nice!" ! "No, Mr. Wheatleighcouldn'tgo to-night, explained Nettie, "ho bad au important en gagement with a business fiieud at the club." Cynthia rattled on, telling Nettie of all her and had seen it all, aud would come to her comings and goings since their lost meeting ior tUe (wrtiailur Cynthia fairly grew until they reached the theatre, Thoy entered giddy at the prospect of her coming import the house, and Nettie huuded her ticket to anoa now tliey were ftt Nettie's house, she the man at the gate. . ' must go iu ; she could not leave the poor girl "You're in the wrong place, ladies," said whiie She looked Uko that Then Nettie be; "these tickets don't belong here." ' jpoko for the first time. "Dear me," said Nettie, "where are we! "Come in the house," she said, hoarsely; Did the cabman make a mistake! Aren't ftell the mau to wait" you playing 'CymbelincF" I She ran up stairs ami flung herself on the "Yes, ma'am, but these ticket are for bed. facedownward. Cynthia gently took off Mme. Roquette,' at the uptown house. The her bonnet and would have bathed hor face, address is on your ticket-please stop aside but Nettie motioned her away. Hhe did not a moment, ladies." cry or make a sound, but only buried ber "Oh, bow provokingl" said Nettie. "How fnco jn the pillows us though she felt a thou could John have mode a mistake 1 Hekuew gaud eyes upon her and was ashamed, it was Cymbebue' I wanted to seewe There was a violent ring at the boll, and talked of it quite awhile." I John Wheatleigb came rushing up the stairs. "Perhaps they will exchange them at the gbe sprang to hor feet box office," suggested Cynthia. Hettie, darling, where are you? Ob, Net- "Oh, no, tboy won't do that," replied Net- tie, don't look at me like that-let me tell tie, taking out her purse; "we must buy new you! Miss Olds, please go into the next room tickets. Dear me, 1 have only enough here for a few moments; I must speak to my wife to pay the cabman! Have you any money, ,aloue.n Cynthia!" j "Stop; remain where you are, Cynthia. Cynthia humbly acknowledged to not bar- Do you not soe tbutwhutover you have to lngapenny. ' say to me must be said befrnv ber now!" 'Well, there Is nothing to do, then, but to "Nettie. dearest, it was all a mistake. That drive home," said Nettie. "Oh, I am so dis- was Ned Wilson, his wife and her sister. I appointed!" They found a cab, and were was going with them, you see to meet them, rolling uptown, when Cynthia said: "Nettie, that is, and I mixed the tickets up I gave so long as as we have the tickets, why you I ought to have told you." houidu'twe goto see 'Mme. Hoquette!' I "It was sliarnef ul," she said, in a low, bard bear it is splendid. Floria De Brassi sings In voice, "to humiliate me before all those pen it, you know. If we don't like it we can pie, before Cynthia, before" she shuddered come away in a little while." I "those two women." "Very well, Cynthia," replied Nettie, apa- flNettfe, I swear 1 meant to tell you-flt thetically. Bno was thinking bow could be the table this morning the words were on have been so careless, when he knew she my very lips to tell you. I had written to wanted so much to see this play. But she Ned Wilson then, but I had mode up my bad invited Cynthia to go with ber, and felt mind not to go If you didn't want me to; and bound to make the best of the matter. Just as I was going to speak you asked me to Cynthia nastily put her head out of the take you-then we bad that silly little quar window and told the man where to drive, ; K, and I foolishly went away without tell Becretly she was delighted at the change In fog you. If you knew bow miserable I bad programme. Bhakeare was very nice, of fdt all day-it was that that made roe send course, but such a thing as "Madame Bo- 0 Uodl she doesn't believe me!" and the poor quettoi' woe not to bo seen every day.! toy covered his face with his hands and gave "Bennie Do Forest was telling me all about n great sob. Then it was that the true and tt last night, Nettie," she said; "he says it is jUsautlfui womanly instinct arose and showed imply grand, and that Floria De Brassi is itgjf, ifl the despised Cynthia, the Uiveiiesi, mug bewitching tbiwtl The! men are all wild about her. BKe siugTa 'fop-' tea) amg,' or somotluug, culled 'flow Ho s a Married Man,' that brings down the house, Benuie aayik Idou't know that I approve o BUch mn ghe aopreoiUmgly( "but it's well enough to go o-xina while, Mly when everybody is talking atwut ft tbiug; it makes one feel like going to soe it gpiu) of ouo'swlf; dou'O vou thuik so!" , M MyiilmiUtP . mM m A little man accompanied by two handsome ladies was raising a great rommotiou ftbout mmthius wlch la agony Ah, sweet sechirtid onel All. poor deluuwl onet lie'tl fool you If he can, Now hu'sft married man Ha-ha! ' . Now he's a married man. Nettie comprehended everything in a flash, The tittle man and the two handsome women tamli Uwn Mon&d to her bus-i p.rtynugfc Vitm niistake she aud Cynthia were in their places, and thev were trvingtogetthemout Bhe rose to her feet uto ner hu9baild wjtll mdig,wut eyes-"NeWle, come with me," he said in a iii ,: nian .vnthinrr Nettie felt a strong revulsion: she gnwd Cynthia by the wrist and hurried her away. 'flnn nirtmnnr. luiliaa-T iiuwin iin nffttiiw..M UMf) j Wheatleigb, tu , In the aisle they almost ran into a man staggering under a great basket of flowers; ,h?.i m,i0 As for Cynthia, she only knew something dreftlUu, taJIWIM!di Nettie WM deatiy ad UlokvA Btraigllt M m not bftV. ing uttered a word since they left the tbea- tn) Cynthia took her two bands aud held them tight, not knowing what else to do. How terrible it all was. vet how wlldlv ex citing! Ulie recalled John Wheatleigb's hag gard face, the excitable voice of the little man, the wU bred amazement with which the two women had regarded them as they passed out she thought she hud seen these women before; indeed, It was such au adven ture that poor Cynthia found herself taking a kind of guilty jny in tlie situation. And Nettie how stonily she stared before her; she did not look like Nettie Wheutleigh at all. Would It be in the papers in the morn ing? Would Nettie get a divorce! L very body would know that she bad been there "Nettie," she raid, flrnilv, "you are making too much of this; your husband has done no wrong look at him, Nottio. He ooueealed something from you because he was piqued it was foolish, but not wicked, and be wa sorry for It before it was made known to you in the way it was tonight I know who Mrs. Wilson is and who her sister isho loves you and nobody else. You can trust me, cant you, when I promise never to speak of this to any one, and aud, Nettie, 1 shall try to forget it myself." "Oh, I did uot deserve It, John; I did not, Indeed!" and Nettie flung herself sobbing on her husband's neck, as Cynthia silently with drew. All his life John Wheatlelgh loved Cyn thia Olds for those words. The simper on hor kindly fnco was as a beautiful smile to him ever after hor harmless t';uldle as pleasant music The operetta of '.'Mi no, Itoquetto" had a long run in the metropolis. The airs wero played on hand organs by street bauds, and by energetic young ladies on the plnuo, but although Nettie forguve her husband freely, and restored hi in to hor perfect confidence, she could never hear, "Now He's a Married Man," without a, visum uf the Vieort- The Epoch. Almost to the Hoards. . Jones Brown Is rich and stingy. An ac quaintance of his met Brown's sou the other day and said: " . "Your father seems to have lost a good deal of money lately. The lust time 1 saw him he was complaining and saying he must economise. n Economise Did he say where he was go ing to begiuf" "Yes; ou his table, he said. " ; "Then he must In going to take away the table cloth," was the tllntl declaration, haw ork Ledger. , It Was a Cuhl Nltfhl. pis Mrs. Kohldph let What on earth are you doing, Clarenee! Mr. Kobldphiet Only securing my half interest in bedclothes agnlust possible couUs catiou this evening, Puck, TALE OF A BALLOONER. One Man Who Charged Him .! for Dropping Onli) Ills Farm. "I used to inuko balloon asrentions In con nection with Warner's circus," said an old and retired aeronaut the other day, "and one day I went up fivra Pekiu, Ills. The bal lon was new and light aud 1 got a much longer ride than whut I exjiccted. I Anally descended in a farmhouse yard about ton miles away, my auchor having caught in a cherry tree. The farmer was au old fellow, about 00 years of age, and he sat reading on bis doorstep as 1 came down. Ho removed his glosses, put them in their ease, put the cose in bis pocket and then came forward and carelessly observed: " 'That a balloon f "'Yes. Help me pull It down.1 " 'Are you a balliwnoi'I' " 'Yes. Pull hard.' ''We got the sir ship down and I wanted him to take me to town in his wagon. Ue bad none, and I had hired a rig of a neigh bor, and was about to depart whon the old fellow stepped forward with: " 'I have a little bill here, sir.' " 'Bill I Whatfnrr "'Dauiugo to cherry tree, 2 shilling; skeer hig my poultry, ftO cents; skeeriug my old woman, the same; services of myself, 1, To tal, u hich is mighty cheap considerin' the times.' " 'But I won't jiay it,' I protested. "0h, you won't! Well, Pro a Justice of the peace and I'll Issue a wnrmnt My nay bur is constable aud he kin servo it. The old woman is out of her (It by this time aud she'll be witness, and I sort o reckon I'll line you about $& for disturbin' of the peace and con tempt of this court!' "And I was made to realize that the best way out of it was to come down with the amount of bis bill, and luckily I bad it, with a quarter to sare." Chicago Herald, MIstMkes or Near Sighted Hen. - Lawyer Ashley, of New York, was telling Judge Day a story of Daudot, the novelist, who is extremely near sighted. The story ran thus: Daudet visited some place in which were kept many aniirals. He sauntered lowly about peering into their cages until he came to a secluded spot where a furry ob Jeat, not In a cage, attructed his attention. "Ah I" said the distinguished Frenchman, "this must be a tame bear," Aud, taking some cake from his jitxtkot he Bung it with a "There, old fellow,' straight into the face of a Russian nobleman who, enveloped tn bis sables, had stopped to look at the ijears near by. Imagine his anger and surprise. Dau det apologizes, etc., etc, etc. The Judge listened intently, but after tbe lawyer hod finished he said gravely: "1 can tell you something far ahead of that In the way of mistakes caused by nearsight edness. "A friend of mine who lives In the suburbs came from the city one summer eveniug Just at twilight He hod broken his glosses and was almost feeling bis way along, when he became conscious of somebody walking di rectly in front of him. It seemed to be a short woman in a bright gown, wearing a wrap about ber shoulder, oue end of which trailed down behind hor. She walked so heavily that my friend began to think that, though short, she must be exceedingly stout, A fow steps more and the wrap touched the ground and dragged in the mud. This was more than his gallantry could stand, so stoop ing forward be said: 'Allow mo, madam, to replace your mantle,' at the same time gently raising a red cow's tail and placing it across ber buck," Detroit fr'reo Press. vM Pi r CflfL THE LION AMONG THE FLOWERS. Here. In ihls frNlu nook, alone, Lies an old lion of gray swtie Oum, lu the long ftono iroldeu hours, A lordly Hon, proud in HUte, ThetniunllttnofanittBHloniinte , ,, Now he lien low anmag Uiu llowan, Then, oft lie ssw the shlnhiR doom, Heard liht feet fall on rMtal floors, Heard niuHic wake its wluihlng din, Tlimi dunce benontlt tlw torcliwt' bhue The ktiiKhts aud Iwlltw of old days. While u watehed over all within. Now he Km hern; in his old Ofte Cast out, rejected, by the rage Of time, a down beaten, broken, sosrred An old gray Hon; yet not Urn A Hon In his feebleness! One thing Is left lllm still to guard, He guards It well, by night and day, lu those great paws of jtranltB gray, In the strong shelter of his brosst; No ntuu shall Kurvu him yet with Ntwm, Though mi old Hon, thus forlorn, Aud all he gimrdn-a loblu's nest! Temple Bar. Bonded In a Hurety Company. The method by which au employe la bonded in a Buretv company is Htinple enough. The employe, buvlnff boon re quested by his empl yorto furnish a bond In some stated amo mt, goes to a reliable sum! y ruuipnnv and til In out and signs au application. Tho application ennui ns a -number of questions regarding the char actor and antecoduutH of the cmployi. which must bo answered fully and specif ically. All employments for ten years last past must bo clearly stated, with the reason for leaving each. A complete de scription uf the appearance of the appli cant Is noted on the back of the applica tion. At least four responsible persone must be given as references. To eaeh4)f them a Hpecinl form of questions Is then nut. Upon satisfactory uuswers to these questions, and upon a careful private In vestigation of the habits of lifo of the ap plicant, a bond In executed by the guaran tee company and handed to tbe employer, Insuring him against loss arising from dishouusty on the part of the emplnvo. At the very threshold it la remarkable to observe bow many employers drcud to offend their employes by Halting- them for auch a bond. This nmy be very well as a matter of delicate politeness, but surely, In the expressive luuguoge of trade, "it in nut business." The ouch t ion la not what Is most courteous, but what Is most right? What is most jutrt not only to the employer, but to the employe himself? Could a bettor test be devised than to ask an employe to give a bond? if lie la honenL iio will do so cheerfully; If lie "ffetu off mled," It were as well to dis charge him without much delay. Lin coln L. Eyre iu Lippiucott's Muguxluo. A Delicious Java Fruit Travelers In Java have tilled pugos and eoluuius with rhapsodies over the maugvs teou, and all unite In extolling It as the supreme delight of the tropica. The inuti gosteen appears to one as a hard round fruit the size of a peach. Its hurd uuior shell or rind 1b uf the sumo color and thickness as a green walnut, but in this brown himk lie six or oipht aegmuuts of creamy white pulp. Tbe Utile segments are euully separated, and transferred to the mom h melt away, the pulp being as soft und lino aa a custard. The mauguB -teonV'dulicutp pulp twites, as all its eu logists say, like straw berries, peaches, buniums und oranges ull at onco; a slight tartness is veiled in these delicluus flavors, and It is uovor cloyingly uweet. Taken jtint as It cornea from the ice box the mangostotm is an epicure's dream real ized, and tho moru's the phy tlivt It only grows lu fur away places and deadly oil mates, and does not hour trunsportatiou. Large sums havo been offered, and P. and O. steamships have uimlu hundreds of Ineffectual efforts to get a basket of nmn gosteeua to England fur the queen. Tho hard rind look unchanged fur wetiki, but the dulicutn pulp nielis away, und the dryest and coldest refrigerator chumbem cannot keep the heart of the tnougustouu from spoiling. Cilobo Dumocrut, l4Mt Cargo of Nluve Though the slnvo trudo was prohibited by law itflcr VoUH, a period of eighty years, It wus clntideHtinely carried on so long ns b1 avery in this country nmdo a mai'kot fur hidnuped negroes. Tho laut cargo of ling kind Unit olluctud a lauding wus from tho Wmidcror, a slitvo trading vcbhcI, Hiidumoof the negroes kidnaped In Africa tiU live ou u pi mil nt ion lu Georgia. Thoy havo become ftivillzed aud Christianized, speaking the Engltah lun giiago with a little- reminder of their original mother toiiruo. They talk occa sionally In the Guinea luuguago whon by themselves, but make no uftorU to teach It to their children, Bub Lull Budget. "Long" John Weutworth's limply. "Long" John Wentworth was onco run ning fur oiIicesand heard that his politi cal opponents wero asserting that, if elected, ho would soon get his hand Into the city treasury. "May be I will, and may be I won't," be surdonlcally replied whon he heard of tho charge. "But IU lull you one thing: nobody else will got his hand lu; I'll sit on the chist," &tw York. Tribune. .. Some (Jueor Henuon Titles, The ChriMtiun at Work prints a list of aeusutiunal topics announced by American preachers, and nays thoy compare favora bly with dime uovol titles. Hero are a t fow of tho sermon titloH: "Boycotting tho Dead," "Tho Orait Oil," "Mtraiglit from the Hhouldor," "Hell, and the People Who Are doing There," "Taken by tho Throat," "Use Your Eyes," "Oil Ooos tho Hoof," "Up Comes tho Mau." Now York Bun , Nights in Itarthern Scotland A clergyman recently rot timed from a vacation spent In tho north of Scotland says the nights are so short there that -there Is hardly two hours of darkness. At Inverness ho was able to road at U o'clock at uigltt without the aid of artlU cial light. Chicago Uoruld. Farmers for tiuuth America Patagonia aud Argentina are gaining large accessions of farmers by Immigra tion, it is said a person may become a .citizen on his lauding there, and ho can got land for uothlng. Boston Hudvot.