IN ULAC TIME.
In Uls. tin it Hit minim are ritlu;
Al niglx wit lm:tr tin wh I junior Willi
Tliv garden's full oi oilKtimmti
I wumlirr imw 1 could furiftti
WUui thlM tlmu MiuiuiMt lUiaiumbrtuiee'i
pain
Transports nit- In tlie Held again,
In iliac lime.
To frutrnini Holds, whura, after school,
J lla'tll lOIIK ill tilt' eVUUltlgB oooi
Uu til I heard my mother eall
When shall 1 boar that cadence fall?
Wumii foul tbcnte ilitar antiH Htiultorluif rnt,
Tu wuiuu I ran m tw and free,
In I Hat,' time.
in lilac tlirnil We 111 tl know,
An we art koIiik u "'I fro.
Wltb puriilw bloHHiiiiiH 1 (Jill hand.
That aiiiiiuHiiriiiK day tu foreign lauds
Tholrwwnl will mukeuurold hearts young
ifwtfuir ilmo any whim that'll suug
hi lilac iltirn,
-Mar Teuuey iu Boston Transcript
MY MISS SMITH.
When I wan about to oome to America
tor though I wan born here, I had lived
moat of my life Id London every one who
poke to me on die subject told me that 1
should ttnd young girl liud much more
liberty In the United States, and that this
made it pleaaauter for young men who de
sired to pity thera attention. Whatever
else they wild, they were nuk to nay that.
i wait very young barely large enough
w yet to weur high baui aud drew coat on
'Occasion of iniKrtauce and though 1 sol
emnly shaved twice h week, all that ap
peared on the edge of the rusor was a little
pale yellow down.
1 wan to go Into bust new in New York,
to take the pluce of a son of a certain Peter
Smith, who hud insisted upon going upon
the stage instead of into tbe cotton busl
liens. . Old Mr Smith was, I hud hoard, con
stantly a prisoner In his own room in con
sequence of the gout, and hit daughter,
Mum Smith, whn to uorue on board the ves
sel to receive me. 1 remembered afterward
that 1 had never heard Miss Smith's age
mentioned, but 1 supposed her to be a ma
ture apntster.
"You can't rememlier Miss Smith, I am
sure," said my elder sister, who bad
brought me up, our parents having been
tukeu from us while 1 was yet a child.
"But she used to come to see us often when
you were four years old, aud admired you
greatly. It is likely that she will think
you ought to have some recollection of a
little horse and wagon she guve you,"
"A horse und wagon?" said L
"Yes," said Sophia; "aud you'd better
pretend to remember it, for 1 k,now she ti
very toticby very touchy Indeed."
1 promised to do so. As my sister and
her husband intended following me In six
months our parting watt not a melancholy
one. My voyage was pleiwaut, and 1 ar
rived Iu New York without haviug met
wltb any uuuhiuiI experiences.
It appeared to me absurd that 1 should
have been sent Over to lie culled for as If 1
were a parcel; but as it had been done I
waited lu the cabin like a lamb until one
of tbe waiters appeared, bearing upou a .
salver a card which he presented to me. I
read it and smarted to my fait.
"Mist Smith Is here, theitf" said L
"Yes, air," replied the waiter.
And 1 followed him into the presence of
a lady in a gray walking suit, who came
running toward me, holding out both
hands.
"I was so afraid you would not wait for
me)" she said.
1 had expected an elderly lady. The per
son wbo addressed me was both young
and pretty, and I hesitated a moment be
fore returning her greeting.
"This is Miss Smith?" 1 usked.
"Yes," she answered. "Aud this Is Mr.
John Smith?"
i 1 bowed and held out my hand.
I "It Is all-right, Johnny," she added-, "tat
ns get into the carriage at once, Is every
thing arranged about your baggage? Dear
me, bow strange to see you again after all
these years! How you have altered!"
1 "Naturally," I said. "1 was such a little
fellow when you saw me lust."
"I am older than you, you know," said
she, ns we took our seats in the carriage.
"Yes, your hair used to curl; but I suppose
jou have forgotten me entirely."
Her lip quivered. She was touchy, as my
Ulster bad said. 1 hastened to soothe her.
' "Forgotten you? No, Indeed," said I.
'"I was speaking only yesterday of the toy
Ihorse and wagon you gave me."
i "Did I?" said she, "I had forgotten all
about that. What sort of u horse was it?"
j "Ob, brown." said i mendaciously; "and
little wagou with wheels."
I She nodded.
1 "Yea, I think I faintly remember," said
ahe. "It baa been sad, has It not, never to
aeeench other all these years?"
- As 1 had uo remembrance whatever of
Miss Smith, 1 knew that I spoke in a some
what formal and couventiouul tone when 1
replied, "Extremely ho." and iu a moment
mora I saw that tears stood In her eyes,
and that she wum trying to wipe tbem away
with ber handkerchief without letting me
perceive the fact.
i She was so pretty and so sweet that I
really felt mvwlf quite a brute. J drew
near to her and began:
i "My dear Miss Smith"--
I She suddenly sat bolt upright, her cheeks
flaming and her lip quivering.
"Englnud mum be tbe atitTest, meanest,
most dreadful placet'1 said she. "You are
like a poker, or a column of ice, or aome
ithtng. Miss Smith to mel ) suppose they
do so over there, but It enrages m& I've
(been longing to see you thinking of you,
(remembering how nice you were, feeling
itts if tbe world would change for the bettai
as soon us 1 saw you, and you call me 'Miss
Smith,' as If we had. hud a quarrell"
t "J auppose we are more formal on the
other side," said I. "It is the oustom over
(there."
i "An abominable custom!" said she.
!Therel I am uot angry, but Oh, John
jny, Johnnyl I suppose J ought to have re
anembered bow long it was."
I "Yon see," said 1, "I felt surprised. 1
laxpeoted to see a spiuster; I hod no idea
you were so young. 1 haven't got over
Ah surprise."
j "How queer men arel" said she. "Of
loonrse J am older than you, but we are
ijuat of an age to enjoy ourselves together.
iNow. aren't wer"
I "Of course," said 1.
I "Call me Tiny, and kiwi me. then," said
Mia Smith,
"Well might they have told me that
American girls were freer in their man
nera than knglish maiden1" 1 thought.
Then 1 put my arm about ln-r waist, and
tauid:
' "My dear Tiny, I don't think any man
could be cold to you, even i . r being An
glicized so thoroughly ah, I have been."
, "Qh, that Unghsh way Is not bad," she
'aid quietly, puuing my hand aud return
ling my kiss with interest, "It's gentle
manly, and you are well dressed. I'm
iquite proud of you, and we'll live together
iall our lives, and never, never part again.
Will wef"
1 sat dumfoutided. This was going on
tfcpidly. Evidently this. American Miss
Smith had taken advantage of leap year,
and was making an offer of her heart and
band.
"There! you are silent again," said sha
"Oh, John! I believe you have (alien In
love with some bod y-4hat you are engaged
to some English girl. Tell me at once if it
Is so, that J may not build my poor little
air castles only to have them knocked
over."
"I have never decanted of engaging my
elf," said L "I haven't been In love, and
I don't think myself In circumstances to
Harry."
"I begin to breathe again," said Miss
Imith. "As to circumstances, I can make
a dollar gn as far us live. I'll show you
how to live on next to nothing, and live
well. Kiss me again. Jack; 1 am so happy I
When shall we go housekeeping?"
Her view of the mutter evidently was
that she had proposed and been accepted.
However, 1 kissed her. She was so evi
dently respectable that 1 could but believe
these proceedings customary in America.
1 felt that my friends should have informed
me how far these Yankee girls could go.
It must be that no one thought it wrong in
this part of the world; for 1 knew that
Miss Smith was respectable, aud her father
a man of good position. Moreover, she had
an innocent air, with all her boldness, and
I could have fallen tn love with heron the
spot but for her curious conduct. This,
however, revolted me. She sat there, after
this astounding behavior, without a tremor
lu her voice or a blush upon ber face, and
again remarked:
"I'm so happy, Jack!"
Ohl what were these American girls
made of?
We came to a pause at last before a house
which was not quite up to my idea of the
wealthy Mr. Smith's residence, but was
very respectable, and Miss Smith ushered
me into a parlor which seemed to me to be
full of girls. In the back one a tea table
was spread.
"I've asked everybody to meet you," she
said. "All the dear girls who were in the
last class at boarding school with me."
Then, haviug caused me to deposit my
bat upon tbe rack, and having somehow
disposed of my traveling bag, she took me
by the arm and whirled me about, intro
ducing me to Kate and Ann, Tilly and
Kelly, June aud Eliza, with last names
which I did not catch, or forgot on the in
stant, uod each one made some remark to
the effect that dear Tiny had spoken so
much of me that she thought of no one
else that they supposed she was bappy
now, etc.
My bewilderment grew greater, but 1 woe
determined to see the all air out. It was to
me as curious as any strange ceremonies
among the Caunibal islauders would haVe
been.
This was apparently a betrothal party,
However, they could not marry me against
my will In any land. When it came to that
I should assert myself.
At last we were all summoned to the
table.
"Your place is at the foot, Johnny," said
Miss Smith; and 1 stood behind my chair,
waiting for the ladies to be seated, when a
servant whispered something in Miss
Smith's ear, ut which she turned pale,
looked at me for a moment with an unut
terable expression iu her eyes and fled from
tbe room.
The girls looked after her; one followed
her, came buck and whispered to the others,
wbo, one after the other, left the room.
It occurred to me that the clergyman bod
arrived, and that the matrimonial cere
monies were about to be celebrated, and 1
decided to get nearer the door, it might
be that my only hope lay in flight. As I
entered the front parlor I saw that the hull
was deserted. On an upper floor voices
were lifted, and some one seemed to be in
hysterics. Shortly a masculine voice said
fiercely, "I'll settle him!" and a youth in a
traveling costume cams rushing down
stairs three step at a time.
He entered the room in which I stood
and advanced toward me.
"What is the meuiing of all this?" said
he.
"Exactly what I should like to know,
air," said I.
"I am John Smith," said he.
"So am I," I answered.
"1 arrived from England in the,"
aid he.
"So did I," 1 replied.
"I am Miss Smith's brother," said he.
The truth began to dawn upon me.
"I am uot," said 1, and then as gravely
as possible i related tbe facts that I have
already told you, at the same time produc
ing from my pocket letters which gave
witness to my veracity,.
"This is a dreudful thing for Tiny," said
tbe youug man. "We have been separated
siuce our childhood. She is very excitable
and is terribly mortilled. She believes
that you purposely played a trick upon
her, and really 1 don't know what to aayl"
"Doii't say auything," I replied. "If J
may have my hat and portmanteau I'll go.
No doubt 1 can find my friend very easily.
I'll gut a cab. 1 have the address."
"It Is awfully absurd!" said the othei
John Smith.
"Awfully!" said 1.
With these words we parted, and about
an hour afterward I hud shaken hands
with another Miss Smith, a jolly, middle
aged lady, who enjoyed the story that I
told her hugely.
Aa for the other Miss Smith, I had not
known the st reet to which she took me oi
tbe number of the house, J discovered
that there were several pages of John
Smiths in tbe directory, and she has passed
out of my life aa completely aa though ahe
were one of those mysterious females who
accost tbe youug priuues of "The Arabian
Nights' Tales," entertain them splendidly
lu marble balls, where fountains play and
slaves serve curious dainties, and who at
dawn have vanished with their servant
and palaces as though they were but vis
ions of a dream.
Had It not been so I fancy this story
might have had a more romantic termina
tion, for I still rememlier her as the love
liest and sweetest creature whom 1 ever
met, and bave often followed some pretty,
figure for long blocks, only to discover,
when at last I got a glimpse of her face,
that It was not my Miss Smith. However,
I am not old yet. The world is not a very
large place, when you come to think of it,
I may meet her yet. Mary Kyle Dallas In
Fireside Companion.
; AN EXCEPTION.
A Case Where the Railroad Porter Got the
Worst of It,
He was a large, elderly man, with an ex
pression of discontent in his face, and when
the porter had deposited his traveling bag in
a section of the sleeping cor the elderly man
looked around at the ventilators, then crit
ically at his neighbor across the aisle, and
then he said to the porter:
"Where do wo stop for supperr
"Dining car on the tram, sir," was the an
swer. "Is, hey; what time is supper readyr
"It Is being served now, sir."
"Is, hey h-m; what time do we get to Al
bany f"
"Nine-fifty."
"Connect there with train from Boston P
"Yes, sir."
"Wait longr
"No, sir; only ten minutes,"
"H-m; what time do we get to BrnTalof
"Six-flfteen to-morrow morning."
"What time does the next tram leave Buf
falo for Clev eland filter we gut tberer
"Six-forty, sir."
Tbe elderly man looked over his spectacles
at the porter for a moment and then said:
"Want my ticket? '
"No, sir; tbe conductor will take it by
and by."
"H-m does that Cleveland train pass
through Dunkirk r
"Yes, sir."
"What timef
"Six-forty-three."
"How big a town is DnnkirlrJ
"About 10,000 inhabitants, sir."
The elderly man seemed to be annrrtd
about something, and as tbe dialogue con
tinued he became more so. He eyed the
porter again and asked:
"What time does the train reach Erie!"
"Three minutes past N,kfiir."
"How much bigger is Erie than Dunkirk f
"About four times, wr."
This concluded the interview. The porter
walked away aud the elderly gentleman sat
down; but he didn't Bsem to feel easy. He
glared at the passenger across the aisle, then
he took off his overcoat, sat down and com
menced reading the evening paper, but threw
it aside almost, immediately, aud rising again
walked gloomily to tbe hack end of the car
and looked out of the window. Then be went
back to bis seat and sat there sullenly until
the porter came that way again, when he
said:
"See here, young man; if I take that 6:40
train from Buffalo to-morrow morning, what
connection can I make at Chicago for a
northwestern train that stops at Kenosha,
Wifcf"
"I don't know, sir."
The elderly man eyed the porter fiercely
tor a moment through his spectacles, then
over tbem, and then be said sarcastically:
"You don't know?"
"No, sir. You see"
"I see, yes I see, you don't knowl Whena
passenger asks youaeivilquestion you dou't
know. Great scottl Why don'ttbe railroad
companies hire wooden dummies aud save
expense? Say, do you know beans when you
'emr Do you know when ltsmgut? Why
dont you travel around with your eye open?
Sav, why don't vou-just one davf 1 would
if 'I wa you!" Aud as the porter went
iui i " t i,ia u,,ei,taai ,i, luwiu
took up his newspaper again. He seemed to
feel more
coutwitttd alter that. Detroit
Free Press.
Cctthtc Kven.
In one of the largest dry goods stores in
this city them is a particularly cross sales-
man. He is altogether too superb a creature
to be behind a dry goods counter, and when
he does condescend to wait upon a customer
so the women say it n such a favor that it
is really painful. Yesterday a young woman
who had suffered at his hands got even with
beenseleetiug a material for a dress for an
out of town friend and the disagreeable sales-
man had chosen to assume, when she asked
for8ample8,thatshelmdnoiutentionof buy -
ing, and had loftily refen-ed her to some one
else, intimatiugas much. The young woman
had bought at least half a dozen dresses at
that counter, aud sue vowed vengeance.
Yesterday she walked up to this superb
creature with her sweetost und most demure
air. She had a sample of cashmere that she
knew couldn't be matched iu Chicago, and
she laid it down in front of him without a
word.
If there is anything that he hates so the
women say it is to take down goods from
tbe shelves; but when a sample is brought in
to be matched he cuu't help himself. He was
in a particularly lofty f rauie of miud yester-1
day, aud picked up the uuoneituing sample 1
with the yojideiisionof adjie at the feast.
After he had takuu down three heavy bolts
of cloth he grumbled:
"How many yards of cloth do you re
quire f1'
"Two, she answered, witu her sweetest
smile. After he had tukeu dowu two or
three more he impatiently remarked to
space:
"Bather an uuusual shade !"
"Yes"
He took down several more, and scowled.
"Is it necessary to have an exact match!"
be finally asked.
'Yes; it must match perfectly," said the
young woman, decidedly. The salesman
knows his business if be is disagreeable so
tbe women say --and, giving a disgusted kind
of a sniff, he weut to work again. Finally,
after he had token down at least a dosen
pieces aud gone over his entire stock, he
brought ber a piece:
"This Is the Lust I cau do,1' he said, spite
fully; "are you sure your sample came from
this store!"
"Oh, not" smiled the young woman, de
murely; "I got it in New York, and I knew
you couldn't match it," Uhicago Tribune.
CONSORTED WITH THIEVES.
The 8 ad Cast) of a ihl of Aristocratic
Family.
The New York police made a grand raid
on a Sixth avenue "fence" the other night
and took In fourteen prisoners. Seven of
these were discharged for lack of evidence.
The other seven were held for the criml-
LILLIAN STEVENS,
nal court, and among tbem were "Doc"
Bliss and two women, whose appearance
excited general Interest and astonishment.
When their history was brought out and
published all New York was astonished to
a degree that was painful.
One was Mrs. Byrne, a handsome wom
an with dark eyes. She was the wife of
Dr. Byrne, a respectable and well to do
physician of ljexington avenue, who died
aeveral months ago. About a year ago he
brought Bliss, who had been his college
chum, to his house. Bliss was then a thief,
but tbe doctor did not know it. Since the
doctor's death Bliss and Mrs. Byrne have
lived together. Her mother, a woman of
the highest respectability, was sent for and
found ber daughter in the felon's dock,
the mistress and accomplice of a sneak
thief!
The other case is, if possible, still more
astonishing. Lillian Stevens is of a distin
guished southern family, and her father
attained to the rank of a general in the
Confederate army. His estates were de
vastated, but lie partially recovered his
lost wealth, and when Lillian was twelve
years old she was aent to a convent in
France to be educated. She developed into
a handsome young woman and fell in love
with tbe son of another old southern fam
ily. Lillian's father opposed the match,
but tbe youug couple eloped. Lillian's
husband became the confidential clerk in
a wealthy manufacturing firm, but was
dishonest and robbed his employers. He
had to run away, and his wife left him.
Her family refused to recognize her. She
took refuge in New York, and went first to
the opium den and then to le the compan
ion of crooks. The name of Stevens is of
course an assumed one, but her true his
tory is known.
Over 800 people who bad been robbed re
cently came to examine tbe recovered
swag, and many valuable articles were
identified and the ownership proved. It is
needless to odd that the two women were
stared at by the crowd in the police court
room as if they had been "wild Australian
children. " They were Btili womanly
enough to feel their disgrace keenly and
wilt be released If they consent to testify
freely.
The Gorgeous Theater.
It Is much to be desired that actors
hould ta du J protected against the laches
J npnlom employers, and against
the perils of insanitary dressing rooms and
i of ill constructed theaters; complaints on
! tter8 are, unfortunately only too
well founded. There are, especially In tbe
smaller provincial towns, numberless ad
veuturera, theatrical managers Heaven
save the mark! whose capital consists of a
limited stock of picture posters, probably
obtained on credit, and unlimited stock of
i innate effrontery.
Small as are the salaries they covenaut
J to pay their actors, they seldom disburse
j them in full, while an ingenious system of
' proclaiming the end of a season in one
, town, and inviting applications for re-
saddle their unfiappy company with the
cost of any unusually expensive railway
Journey.
1 Again, those who only play the part of
audiences in our theaters little know how
apt is sanitary and anjiitectural reform to
stop short on their Bide of the footlights,
j There are theaters, gorgeous as to their
foyers ana corridors witn gliding ana eiec-
t trio lights, whose sanitary arrangements
' behind the scenes woild disgrace a hovel,
whose stages communicate with the street
by passages so tortuous that a stranger's
chances of threading the labyrinth amid
nre and smoke would be well nigh hope-
less. The bogus manager and the Insani
tary theater are certainly ills which cry
aloud for remedy. Saturday Review.
A Boud of Union.
Mrs. Parveuue I'm awfully sorry to learn
that dear Mis. HuuUnan is so very ill.
Blunt Friend Why, you havent even a
bowing acquaintance with her.
Mrs. Parveuue N-uo, not exactly but
we've had the same milkman for years, you
know. Harper's Bazar.
' Assistance, Not Annoyance. "
Friend Heavens, liagley ! How can you
write with that baby's uuinteUigible prattle
ringing in your ears!
Bagley Don't disturb us, Dobson. I'm
writing a dialect story and the baby is fur
nishing the language. Life.
The formal custom of bidding guests to
call again, whether man or woman, is now
in disuse. It is understood that calls are
expected after oue invitation or permis
sion, either verbal or by card, has been
given. , .
General Winneld Hancock was known as
"Hancock the Superb," a name given him
by General Meade after the magnificent
manner in which he repulsed Lougstreet
) at Gettysburg.
ALMOST A. CHOLtKA SCARE.
Aa Incident of the Pflnllr Fright Thai .
Helzetl Now York City.
"Let me tell yon how I came nnar be
ing the innocent cause of a big choleru
scare," mu a well known lawyer to a
reporter one afternoon, "It happened in
this way: I was breakfasting alone In
Eaflt Twenty-eight street at a private
Italian boarding house filled with tbe
leading people from several comic opera
companies, including 'Robin Hood' and
Puntania.; My landlady, Mine.
whose English pronunciation is at once
the delight and despair of those who
seek to imitate or understand it, came iu
and said: 'Mista John, writa me una
note. Say A Ida worn' are down. Com
ma queek. Yon putta ma nom attabot,
Sophie.'
I was in haste to get down town.
continued the narrator, "and I wrote it
out as I understood it, 'All the women
are down; come quick. 1 thongbt
that the message sounded odd. She
aid, however, that it was 'alia rat,1
and sent it to Dr. X. around the comer
in Lexington avenue. That worthy
young physician glanced at the note, and
thinking that it opened the way to fame
for him informed the board of health
that he had discovered an outbreak of
cholera in an np town Italian boarding;
house. He telephoned the same mes
sage to several newspaper men of bis
acquaintance.
"In leas than twenty minutes a squad
of burly policemen appeared in front of
the house, followed by the doctor, six re
porters and several officers of the board
of health, whose instincts had been
wrought up to a white heat by the mes
sage. Mme. S. answered the incessant
ringing of the door bell in person.
She was attired in a becoming morning
gown, and being a large and remarkably
handsome woman, presented a dra
matic appearance as she explained the
situation: 'Gentleman, who eata bnk
fast now, no undastanda me. I tell him
olda worn are down, shppa down, yon
nndastau? Olda worn worka for me.
Falla downa de stair. Hurta her side.
No worn' down here at all. Dey alia
out. Uoodaday, gentleman, goodaday.'"
New York Tribune.
Dickens as a Dancer.
My father insisted that my sister Ka
tie and I should teach the polka step to
him and Mr. Leech. My father was as
much iu earnest about learning to take :
that wonderful step correctly as though
there were nothing of greater impor
tance in the world. Often he would prac
tice gravely in a corner, without either
partner or music, and I remember one
cold winter's night his awakening with
the fear that he bad forgotten the step so
strong upon him that, jumping out of
bed, by the cant illumination of the old
fashioned rushlight and to his own whis
tling he diligently rehearsed its "one,
two, oue, two," until he was once more
secure in his knowledge.
No one can imagine our excitement
and nervousness when the evening came
on which we were to dunce with our
pupils. Katie was to have Mr. Leech,
who was over six feet tall, for her partner,
while my father was to be mine. My
heart beat so fast that I could scarcely
breathe, I was so fearful for the success
of our exhibition. But my fears were
groundless, and we were greeted at the
finish of our dance with hearty applause,
which was more than compensation for
the work which had been expended upon
its learning; Mamie Dickens in Ladies'
Home Journal.
Cruet lnlinreiii!0.
"The other day a woman who spends
thousandsof dollars a year on dress Bent
for me and gave me an old garment to
make over for house wear,1' says a dress
maker. 'There were trimmings and
linings to buy, but she gave me no
money. Of course it was taken for
. Bunted that I would f uruish those. That
was all right. When the work was done
the bill uuiounted to $11.80, and I had !
less than $1 in cash, I wrote an apolo
getic little note to my customer when I
sent the dress home, asking for the
amount of the bill if convenient. My
messenger returned empty handed. He
waited iu the hallway of the rich wom
an's house for half au hour, and receiv- '
ing no answer to my note ventured to
speak to oue of the servants about it.
The servant kindly said that she would
inquire about it. Soon she returned
with the message that Mrs. said
that she had no time to bother with petty
bills then. In consequence my little
family had a very 'skimpy' Sunday din-ner."-rNew
York Times. -' .
Little Rhouy's Greatness.
Little Hhody is "some pumpkins" of a
state after all. The smallest of all the
states, she has the largest population per
square mile, or 318.44 persona The figures
of the last census show that If the whole
uuion were as densely populated it would
contain 040,7(16,880 iuhabitants. Now it Is
seen for what libode Island is distinguished
above all her sister states. She has been .
observing Lord Baltimore's Maryland mot
to, which rendered into plain English reads,
"Increase and multiply. Washington
Star. ff -
Tbe Negro and the Earthquake,
At Fort Augusta, In Jamaica, one of the
defenses of Kingston harbor, on the oppo
site side of the i nlet of Port Koyat, la shown
the tomb of a negro, who iu a great earth
quake was swallowed up, and apparently
buried alive in a chasm which was opened
under bis feet. A moment later another
convulsion threw him out on the surface
again, undamaged but for a few bruises,
scratches and scare, and he lived for many
yean afterward. All the Year Round