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HER BIRTHDAY. I turned the handle of the parlor door. “Goodne.-s! Gollv, what’s the mat ter?" “By-by, Dolly: don’t sit up for mo; I His song came to au untimely etui as mayn't be home till late.” he caught sight of tl.e sobbing, shaking And handsome Dick Everett, seal- little figure on the hearth-rug. capped and overcoated, bent to kiss his He took one stride toward her, but pretty little wife. at the sound of bis voice she hasl sprung “Must you really go, Dick?” im to In r feet, with crimson cheeks and ploringly. dangerously,sparkling eyes. “Must I really go?” he repeated. “¡stand it!', sir! Don't dare to touch “What a dreadfully solemn face.' Yes, me!” you ridiculous darling, I really must.” "Great lieaven! Dolly—” in direst “ Why ?” per.sistently. bewilderment. “Ob,because of an—an engagement I “Don't Dolly me!” facing him like a —I cannot break, dear!” a trifle guilt diminutive tigress "don’t dare to!” ily. “Good gracious! what an inquisi “Dolly!” tive little mortal it is, to be sure 1 “Don't mention my name so soon Don’t trouble your pretty head with after hers—this 'Edith,' to whom you business engagements; and once more, ure Dick, darling!' ” my pet, good-by. And—oh, I say, “Dolly!” Dolly,” turning back and putting a “Fan you find no other word with furry head inside the door, “if you are which to defend or vindicate yourself in search of a job, 1 just wish you’d except tho repetition of my name?'’ this mend my other overcoat. I noticed a last with unnatural calmness. big tear in it for the first time to-night. The temperature hail wafted round 'Will you?” from the torrid to the frigid zone. And to his rather disconnected speech “Have you gone—mad?” slowly. Mrs. Dick nodded, and smiled a bright “If I have, find the cause—there.” acquiescence. Scornfully sho flung him the crum The door slammed behind Dick, and pled note. she glanced round the cosy, home-like He snatched it eagerly and read room. every word. “If Dick had not been obliged to go Then he lifted up a face of, if possi out—and such a cold night, too.” ble, more intense, utter bewilderment The gas burned brightly. than before. The cheery fire in the grate was abed “Where did vou get this, Dolly?” of golden coals. “There." The French clock on the mantel She pointed dramatically to tho tum- ticked musically. 1 bled overcoat. Towards the crimson-covered table, “There?" in blankest astonishment. on which lay a pile of unopened maga “There!” zines, looked two wistful blue eyes. He glanced from the note to tho coat, But the bride of six months shook from the coat to the note, then back her dainty, bronze-brown head with again to Dolly. resolute determination. She was longing desperately to The rosy lips repeated the hack steady her voice anil still her heart suf neyed formula “Duty first, pleasure ficiently to ask him how he liked Ger ster, just to exhibit a piece of stinging after.” So, accordingly, the little white sarcasm; but she could not to save her hands laboriously lugged and hauled life. There was a blank silence a moment, Dick’s big overcoat into the room, turned it over, and commenced their then Dick walked over anil picked up the overcoat. wifely occupation. Hark! What was that? She smiled softly to herself, for her Not a laugh, surely. thoughts were pleasant ones as she sat Yes, a laugh. and sewed. The maddest, merriest, wildest peal A rarely pretty picture in the par lor’s fire-lit glow, the childish figure in that ever rang from human lips. There on the hearthrug stood Dick, the soft dark drees and snowy muslin apron, the busy hands flying briskly I the coat fallen loosely on the floor, his hands on both hips, aud laughing— through their task. “To-morrow will Im my birthday, and i well, he was. “Dick!" in faltering amazement. Dick lias forgotten it, I know. llow “Yes,” howled Dick. sorry he will be when I tell him to morrow.” “Oh. Dolly, it’s the best joke of the And as it broke merrily into “Coming season.” “Oh-h------ ” Thro’ tho Rye,’’-the French clock on And then lie was roaring like a circus the low marble mantel struck 10. mad schoolboy again. Her task finished, sho turned the "Dick -tell’me!” coat over to see if it needed other re- Then, seeing her white, anxious face, pairs, and as she did so a small square sheet of creamy paper fluttered from he grew suddenly grave. “Dolly, did you look at the envel an inside pocket and fell upon tho car ope?" pet. “I saw none.” Sho bent forward and picked it up He showed her the envelope that had with a laugh. “Which of Dick’s friends is suffi fluttered unnoticed under the table. She read the address: ciently foppish to perfume his love let R ichard H arvey , E sq ., ters, 1 wonder ? ’ 192 Blank street. Then she turned it right side up and “Dolly, did you particularly notice looked at it? tho overcoat ? ” And she saw—what? A tremulous “No!” Nothing very alarming. “Look! See that velvet collar—those Only a thick sheet of embossed paper, stamped with a monogram, in blue and buttons, this pocket-book! Is this my overcoat ’?” gold, incomprehensible as monograms “Oh, Dick, my dearest, forgive me? usually are. No, no, no!” A woman’s letter, decidedly, written She was sobbing in his arms now. in pretty, scrawling, irregular hand, “My darling!” unmistakably a woman’s. “But," bubbling again into boyish The bird-like song died on Dolly Ev laughter, ‘ what a good joke! To think erett’s lips. that I should walk home in, and that The .soft, bright color faded slowly you should mend, Dick Harvey’s over out of her face. coat! Wonder if his folks are going Tho blue eyes grew wide and startled tlirough my pockets now?” as delilierately, though almost involun “Who’s Edith?’’ tarily, she read the few words on the “His sweetheart, whom he has to page before her. sneak off to see, because of a formidable Tho note ran: heiress staying at his house at present, "llKAii D arling —I have missed you dreadfully of late. Come. Exercise diplo to whom his folks are trying to marry macy to-night and slip away I líate her for him. He told me all about it.” keeping you from me. Besides, Gerster is iu “Dick,” shy arms went creeping town, fs the hint too brood.' In spite of all, round his neck, and blue eyes grew Dick, ever your E sther . ” luminous through their tears, “I’m That was all. never even going to bo jealous again. But it was enough. I—I’m not going to ask you where you For a few moments Dolly’s eyes, were to-night," with triumphant hero blazing, terrified, stared straight at the ism, underlaid by a stratum of lnaddou- fatal sheet , as though they would shrivel ilig curiosity. it up with their blue fire. “My pet, I was just going to tell Then she flung it shudderingly front you, but these will speak better than 1 her, as though it were a venomous can. You see I had not quite forgot thing, and could sting her. ten what to-morrow was.” He had draw n a leathern case from Who was the woman who dared write in that manner to Dick her Dick?— his i>ocket, ami touching a spring dis yes, sho told herself, with an air of de closed a set and necklet of milk-white j fiant proprietorship, hers only. pearls on turquoise-velvet bed. “Oh—h, Dick!" She crushed her hands tightly to A long-drawn breath, a rapturous gether. till the diamond next the plain gold circlet cut the white tlesh ciuolly. lighting of blue eyes, u lifting of rosy Then, as a horrible suspicion leaped lips, and then -well, when she got to life in her bruin, with a slow menu through Dick thought himself repaid. “Won’t there be fun at tho office to b 1 io slipped from the chair ami crouched, shivering, against tho great shaggy morrow. Jealous of Dick Harvey! But, overcoat. by Jupiter, what a reception I got! Oh, Her fears took sha|>c. o—h! Dolly, Dolly, it’s the best joke What if he had geno to meet this on record." woman ? And Dolly joined him merrily; merrily: for, For tho first timo he had evaded after all, is not the sweetest laughter that which springs from tears? answering her questions. And how guilty ami hurried he had seemed so horribly happy and light The Children's ‘-Hickey Bird No- clrtv. hearted, too. A thousand words and glaucos, be fore almost unnoticed, now (lashed upon Eighty thousand children in the north ' of England form tho “Dickey Bird | her. She snatched up the note again and Society.” They are pledged to protect I birds, never to destroy a nest, and to ' looked at it. It was dated the evening of that day, feed birds in winter. It would not lie I “Oh, Dick! Dick!” sho cried wildly, a bad organization for this country. In “ how conld you, how could von ? Ami combined voice and plumage our Amer ican birds of the woods and fields are ’ I loved yon so!” Then with a sudden burst of sobs she equal to nny in the world. It was a ! broko down altogether, ami, burying sorry piece of work to import such use- j her face in tho eramplod overcoat, wept less vagrants ns English sparrows to and wept ns if her very heart would take their places. break, the graceful little figure was When llenver Was Kohl Cheap. shaken ami convulsed. Three-fourths of the present site of The fire burned low in tho grate un- Denver w as owned only a few years der a coating of gray ashes. ago by Edward McClintock, who sold it Eleven! Now she did not pause to listen to for a pair of French calf boots,a pound of plug tobacco and a burro. McClin tho music. Footsteps came along the sidewalk. tock drove an ox team in the first over land train that ever crossed the con up the steps. A latch key turned cautiously in the tinent. door. She neither heard nor stirred. In tho hall Dick paused, a curious smile on his lips. “Dolly’s asleep, as sure as fate 1” He divested himself of hat and over coat, and, humming a popular air. n U ikl Oats. “Wild oats are never injured by the frost,” says l'retzel’s Weekly. But the frost of ohl age is often injured and made miserable by the wild oats sown in the spring time of life. THE STORY OF “ELIND TOM.” THE OLD-FASHIONED WHISKY. Home-Made l.iiiaor Wlileb Is ns llon.-atly .'Uaaufitctured a» Sweet «'Ider. ¡"Gath's" Maryland Letter.) A few days ago 1 accidentally learned I oleerve, for the beuetit of your t'uiper- that a lady, whose home is in New Or I anee element in Ohio, for whose sobriety I leans, but wlio is temporarily visiting I huve great respect, that the p ain old Ger- in this city, could tell me something | iiian sects—the Menuouists, the Duukers, Arc. about Blind Tom's early life, and I ac j —generally keep little distilleries. It does cordingly went to see her. To the first not apjiear to have l>een fifty years ago tiie question that would naturally be asked, theory that a little whisky was death in the pot. Sometimes those distilleries are built of she replied: "Yes; 1 can toll you all about him. stone, and are of odd shapes, with overturn ;- My father owned him. Blind Tom’s ing caves. Again they are two stories high father was foreman on my father's plan an»l built of brick, to store tho liquor after it tation in Georgia. A foreman, you will is distilled. Said I to my man: ” How did they distill understand, is one who is placed over liquor in timer little places/" the other slaves on plantations where " Why, they first ground up the grain in thev do not have white overseers. Tom’s tile proportion they wanUsl and I lien let it mother was our cook, and us such her , sojk iu a hogshead until it fermented. Then room adjoined the kitchen. The slaves, I it was put in a mash-tub and Ixiiled until its as you know, have separate quarters, j vapor went over into another place and came and live a short distance from the i out whisky." “ Do you make any whisky in this reg 'll house. The kitchen was dose by, and Tom s mother, the cook, was frequently now /" “ Yes, it is said we make the best east of in the rear rooms of the house, and sev eral of her children, of whom she had the Allegheny mountains—perhajis the best an extraordinary large number, would anywhere, i know one man up here near Greencastle, Pa., who has aliout oue thousand follow her around. After Tom liad famil barrels on hand. Last year he would not dis- iarized himself with his new surround I till any because the corn was too wet. Every ings, Im became bold enough to creep parrel that man sells he takes a sample from from the kitchen out into the hulls and labels it. Some time ago he sent a barrel towards the parlor, where his acute ears i to New York aud lie got the. sample back would catch the sound of tho piano. I from tiie barrel, ami said he, that whisky was His mother in the kitchen wouliFthen tanrqieroil with on tiie way. It tasted to iuj miss him. aud run to drag him back, as if un old iron nail had dropped in it." My driver then remarked: "The whisky each time administering a severe beat ing. But tho child went back, all the you get iu cities is not lit to drink. Our old same, and listened. After a while distillers in this region, of whom there are father’s attention was attracted to the some left, are just as honest iu making child, and told the mother to let him whisky as if they made cideror put up canned stay where he was. \\ hen we let him peaches. Their fathers made whisky l.'fore them. Almost every miller liad a little still come into the parlor, the little imp down by tiie spring-house.” Before he went wild with delight, Suiil 1: “What do you think about taking conld stand alone, he would draw him- off the internal revenue taxes and having self up and commenced striking the free whisky#’’ keys.” "I don’t know much about it," said the “How old was Tom when he lx?gan driver, candidly. “It seems strange that in to show bis musical skill ?” a country as big as ours, aud so full of gram, “Tom could play any ordinary music we can not have any honest liquor. It must and a few more difficult compositions be from these revenue laws. When they put before he was 4 years old. He would u tax of Í1.5U to £2 a gallon on whisky, which creep to the piano and play before ho only costs 50 cents a gallon to make, there 1 suplióse they was able to walk, aud could sing Scotch will lie adulteration of it. ballads before ho could talk enough to didn’t hav the drunkards forty years ago thut they do now, nor the new diseases that ask for bread. All ho needed was for j you hear about.” some otic to play so that lie could hear “How much does that man up in I'ennsyl- and he would immediately play tho i sania ask for whisky/" piece without varying a particle. J re "He asks £2.50 a gallon now. The internal member well, a few years after, when revenue system gives our humble, old-fash Tom became more proficient and had ioned distillers a good deal of trouble. The learued to talk, seeing Tom grope laws are so minute that a plain man can his way into the parlor, and. approach hardly understand them, and they also in ing the piano, say to tho lady who was crease the cost of making tin* liquor.” then playing, ‘I can play that better Attraction* for the Crowd- than you can. I’se a gen’us, I is.’ And sure enough, ho did, although ho had Walking through Wall street I noticed tho never heard the music before.” workmen laying the foundation for the "Has lie ever tried instruments other Washington statue. A crowd was watching than the piano ?” the job. How easily a crowd is gathered “Oh, yes. He can play on anything. here! Tho reason is found in tlie fact that a Tho flute is his special favorite. He large part of the populace is composed of lias a beautiful silver flute with silver those who tramp the streets without appar keys, of which lie is very proud. When ent purpose, ami are always ready to stop he gets started he will sometimes play and gaze. Fourteenth street is the biggest of all uiglit—until tho chickens crow iu such idle gatherings, as there is a window tho morning. Next to tho flute the theie (in the third story) in which ridiculous These little toys piano is his favorite, but he can execute marionettes are exhibited. music on any species of instrument he are only fit for the children, and yet they at tract great numbers of grown people, who can get." stand on the opposite side and gaze with “Has Blind Tom liad or needed any strange intentness on the silly performance. assistance in his musical achievements ?” The joke of the thing is that the latter is only “Ho has the very best kind of in a bait for an advertisement. The showman structors, although it has been at times : has hired the window for this purpose, and difficult to obtain a teacher who would while he attracts the public he also parades not be less proficient than the pupil. ! his business. All ................. that Tom wants is some 1 A crowd of fashion worshipers is always one to play new music for him, found at Arnold & Constable’s immense and he only needs to hear it played corner window, where a half dozen wax Some years ago father took figures display the fall styles in the most gor once. him to Faris to see if he could not be geous manner. Rich and poor mingle in this made to see, anil no effort lias been circle of admiration. Here one meets an ir- spared to give him a good education. resistiable denial of the idea that “beauty unadorned is adorned the most.” No, no! The story that Blind Tom is an idiot in Beauty (wax aud paint beauty’, at least) re everything but music is a popular error. quires a $3,000 dress to do it full justice. His eccentricities when on the stage are There is always a crowd at the bookstands, mistaken for idiocy, when in fact Tom where so many stop, though not one in fifty is frantically delighted or bewitched, if makes a purchase. When one sees the words, you please, over the music he is making “Your choice for 25 cents,” how natural it is or hearing. Blind Tom is not only to halt and look! Each one gazes a moment well educated, but relined. He does or two, and then passes on, but some one else not u,e the negro dialect, and can carry is ready to take his place. These facts show on an intelligent conversation with any that though street life has a hurried aspect, body. lie is affectionate in disposition, a large part of it is composed of listless wan and is devoted to all the family, who are derers. equally as foud of him. When my bov The Mysterious Author of “Rutledge.*’ was born Tom was much afraid that liis place in the family would be taken A popular novel by a southern writer pub by another, and lie felt very badlv I lished by Mr. J. C. Derby was “Rutledge,” which made a stir equaled by few novels to about it.” day. This novel also met with a rebuff when it first came north, and was rejected by Fat and Philosophy. Messrs. Harper. The story is a strange one, Flesh is materialized philosophy. Fat the name of the heroine never being men men are nearly always philosophers. tioned in it. An uncle of the author, Mr. Weeks, brought the manuscript to Mr. Dickens challenged the world to point Derby, and said that the author did not wish out a mob of fat men, and, although I to be known. Mr. Derby replied that he was not as well acquainted with Mr. never published a book without knowing who Dickens as 1 am with certain active wrote it, and that he must decline the manu young fellows who visit me the first of script on such terms. Mr. Weeks then of every month, yet I agree with him. I fered to publish it at his own expense if Mr. never saw a mob of fat men. I never Derby would put his imprint on it. This he saw a fat man hung. 1 Ince in Ken declined to do also. So a meeting was ar tucky a fat man was sentenced to be ranged, and Mr. Derby met Miss Miriam hanged, but when an appeal to the su Coles. The question of the day was: “Who preme court was taken, the judges, who is the author of ‘Rutledge f” and everybody were too fleshy to pull on a boot com was eager to hear the answer. Mr. Derby, fortably. told the condemned man that who has a keen appreciation of the humor ous, got the editors of Vanity Fair to an he was too fat to be hung with auy de nounce that in a certain number they would gree of pleasure, and consequently publish a portrait of the author of “Rut gave him a palm leaf fan and sent him ledge.” Expectation was on tip-toe. The to the penitentiary to await a pardon numl*er appeared, and there stood the which was not long iu coming. It was graceful figure of a lady outlined against the afterwards proved that the fat man was page; but, alas! the face was covered with a innocent. veil! History shows that all philosophers Work M ill Tell. were fat. that is, history proves that [Anthony Trollope’s Autobiography. J some of them wore fat and that others My own experience tells me that a man should have been. Don't understand can always do the work for which his brain me to say that great flesh is to be de-, is fitted if he will will give himself the habit sired, Flesh is more essential to so- J of regarding his work as a normal condition ciety than it is to salvation, and we of his life. I therefore venture to advise know that the scriptures inform us that young men who look forward to authorship tlesh and blood cannot enter the king as the business of their lives, even when they dom of heaven. I do say, though, that propose that the authorship shall be of the flesh is conducive to philosphy, for none I highest class known, to avoid enthusiastic but the philosopher can enjoy an excess rushes with their pens, and to seat themselves at their desks day by day as though they of adipose tissue. were lawyers’ clerks, and st) let them sit until the allotted task shall be accomplished Au Tu I Hot. NED'S SUGGESTION. It is estimated that if the earth should come into contact with another heavenh body of the same size, the quantity of heat developed would be sufficient to melt, boil and completely vaporize a mass of iee fully 700 times that of both the colliding worlds the ice planet 150,000 miles in diameter. Phrenological Journal :“Our ’bns^eu,*' said a conductor in answer to an inquiry made, “runs a quarter alter, art’ ar ter, quarter to. and at.” [Louise R. Smith in St. Nicholas.] “Where did you buy her, mamma!” Asked Ji-year-old Ned of me. As be leaned o'er the dainty cradle His “new little sister” to see. “An angel brought her, darling.” I answered, and lie smiled. Then softly bent his curly head, And kissel the sleeping child. But a sudden change came over him, An«l he said, “If I’d been you. While 1 was about it. mamma, I'd have caught the angel, too!” the Wardrobe »t t»«< It is surprising that the apparel of the Greeks ami l omans so long main tained its simplicity of form, lhe prim itive dress of both nations was a snig o t.mi,., falhng from ‘ aar. feet. Above this there was afterward worn a shorter tunic coming to the w aist, and to this was added an outer cloak or tunic for out door wear or for journeys l he sli I pc of these garments permitted s»*ver.il to be worn,one over tne other, when the severity of the weather re quired. Each of them had r s reason lor being, ami they were all simplicity itself in form and material. When Home became luxurious, they were sometimes expensively ornamented with gold, jewels, ami embroidery, yet their ancient cut was but slightly modi fied from the earliest period. ( ollars ami cravats were to the noble Roman in unknown barbarism. Even when the tailor gave liis tunic shape he h it the neck bare, showing the tine way ill which the head was set upon the shoulders. For this reason, as well as because the outer tunic, or toga, s.iowed striking outlines of the figure, statues pm attitudes were easy, and no sculptor had to go far to find models for Jupiter, Apollo, or Antinous. There was little to be considered iu this mode of dress besides the cut of the tunic. The Roman might wear a helmet, and gauntlets in war time, but gloves were not for his hands in tune of peace, nor did he wear hat or cap. except when Re went on a journey, which was not often. Sandals fa tened* with thongs covered part of his foot and ankle, but stock ings were effeminate, and he left their use to his wife and daughter. Shirt, in the modern sense, he had not, and to have incased his manly limb’s in close- fitting pantaloons would have neen an insult to his personal freedom. \et each separate portion of ancient dress contained tho germ of an article of modern apparel. The inner tunic cor responded remotely with tiie shirt, the shorter one above it survives in the modern vest, while the outer tunic is faintly represented by the coat. When a Boman wished to protect his neck lie drew the folds of his toga closer about it, and sometimes threw the gar ment over his head when the sun or rain was troublesome, after the manner of an Arab burnoose. MEXICAN POSTOFFIOE METHOD ■*»*(><<■ PrculiariticK in y. « Ity Mtan,^ ' xio Accommodation. I ' i ! [Fannie Brigham Wanl in i-ionw „ The iKwtutllre, on the <,pIKSlte same plaza, la an institution of th "* aggravating character, lamfiurted-nTj1’* Mexican munana (to-u>orro») , ’’b « Although Monterey law now iiian?/11^ residents, there is not a clerk in thuen”'*" understands u word of any laiiL-iuu«^ * read other than Mexican nauwa’ ? Spanish alphabet dore not English letters (for iiutauce, It liasnnu- * T’s are ull F's, and its l’s are Y’si U. Y £ that perpetually occur are enough ta . angel »«.p. Of coure. M«ia¿k2*» go'to tho poatofllM, and if an venturi« to do so, perhapa she will u I am m course of tin«. iffur luivln, , 1 severely sUred ut, und ull the uieuahmtn premises are first attended to. There Uno drop-letter system. aQj delivery, if you deeiru to couim.-L,..? letter witli a ( stsou in the samo tu»« ’ amount iff persuaaiouor number ot stamps will induce the (sneers that I» U? put your missive into his box. Whilom, age tu the United States, Cumula anl E rope is only 6 cents (>er halLmmc. ¡tl¿Í cents to any part of Mexico, it «¿y ’ the line from one stab, to amither- amlvon larticulnr they are in weighing, to auoth-r 25 qpnts if (»ossible. gj can postal cants are 3 ceuft each M for auy part of tiie world, except iu —but may not be sent front one town to«^ other within their own bordéis. in Mouterey (if you look parik-ularly boo estl they will sometimes sell yuu oue or two f postage oi alt it in> szt* r» o wore to v z... ».... - away ............ withjou-ta . stamps carry never more than two; while ia other Mexi.-an («jstoflices they will not sell you auy. heaven only knows, except that it i» onetf the many “rules of the government.-' The jiostortice is frequently clows!, for hours »t a time, while the (smtmaster un<l ull his clerks are enjoying a long siesta. As there is m outside box tor depositing letters, even if », had stamps to put on them. 1 am afraid tha- this institution isreejtonsible for considerable profanity, especially on the part of tls*e wfa., have Is en accustomed to lietter treatiueut a Los Esttulos Uuidoe del Norte, as they iiiha on calling our Unite 1 States, iu coatrada tinetion to their del sur. Example« of l'rodigiouw Memory, A conductor must have a prodigious mu. si' al memory if he can, as Herr Richter usu ally does, copduct such a score by heart, never forgetting to beckon to any instrument at the very second wanted. 1 say a pro Wendell Fhlilir»’ RomiiiHrenrcH or digious musical memory, because the faculty Fanny Kemble- of remembering is by no ineaus a general, but u special one. One man may, as Richter Some time since it was mv good for for instance, know a number of scores bv tune to be present at a private luncheon heart, another may ix> able to keep an in when Wendell Phillips was the only credible number < f figures in his remem other guest. Tho great orator was in brance, and not be able to retain the smallest musical motif. The Emperor Napoleon IIL, the best of spirits, talking, as few men who never forgot a man he had once spoken can talk, of things past, present and to, could so little remember a musical theme future. Some chat of theatrical mat that you might have played the same thing ters started him up m reminiscences of twice over to him and given it two different the days of Fanny Kemble. names, and he never would have known it “We saved all our money,” he said, An example of the most astounding mem “to buy tickets. 1 was in the law ory is the winner of the national chess tour school, and some of my friends sold nament, Mr. Zuckerfort. He is capable not everything they could lay hands on, only of playing a game of chess by heart, i. books, clothing or whatever came first, e., without ever looking at his board, but be to raise funds. Then wo walked in ing told his adversary’s move, instantly re from Cambridge; we could not afford plying with his countermove and keeping the to ride, when tickets to see Fannie position, however altered, in his head; but further, he played sixteen games at the same Kemble were to be bought. I went time in the same way, that is to say, before nineteen nights running to see her, each of sixteen tables sat a player with a Sundays, of course, excepted. After board, and they informed him after each the play we used to assemble where tho other of their respective moves; he replied Parker house is now—it was the rear and never confounded one position with an entrance to the Tremont theatr ' then other, never made a false move, but twice de to see her come out. She won id be so tected, where on purpose false moves were muffled up that we could not even see made to test him, the wrong direction. He her figure, but we used to find great performed an especially curious feat in the satisfaction in seeing her walk by on house of a friend where there wras a whist the arm of her escort up to the Tremont party, playing a game of chess by heart with house. Then we would give three some one in the adjoining room, and when student cheers for her and walk out to the cards for whist were deajt, be looked once through his cards then put them away, and Cambridge to bed. each time his turn came he mentioned the “Such audiences as she had, too! Tf card he wished to play, all the while continu you’d put a cap sheaf down over the ing his chess game, and never keeping either theatre, you would have covered about his chess or his whist yiartner waiting one all Boston had to boast of in the way of minute for the necessary move. culture and learning—Webster and Lake .Michigan Booming. Everett and Story. Judge Story used to be so enthusiastic that he’d talk My friend stopped to bhake hands with a about her all the time of the lecture. stoic in a slouch hat, taking the rain as it Next morning he’d say, ‘Phillips’—or came, But this time I retained the umbrella. somebody else, as the ease mignt be— Returning to shelter, he said: “That man w ‘were you at the theatre last night? a character. He lives down the Illinois Cen Well, what did you think of the per tral about 150 miles, and is pretty well off. as formance?’ I said to him once: ‘Judge they say there. The last time he was in Chi Story, you come of Puritan ancestors. cago there were freshets throughout the How do you reconcile all this theatre state, and all the streams were very high. going with their teachings?' ‘I don't On his return home his neighbors asked him try to reconcile it,' he answered, strik how the lake w’as, and lie said with great positiveness, ‘Booming. The rains filled her ing his hands together, T only thank plumb full, and the water off by the crib was (iod I’m alive in the same era with such ten feet higher than I ever saw it before.’ a woman!’ ” And the worst of it was his remark was quoted in the district school for months Wilkie Collin*" Rheumatism. after to prove that the waters in Lake Michigan went up and down with the fluctu M ilkio Collins writes most of his nov ating water courses.” els with his own hand, but now and THE COWBOY’S TALE. then rheumatic gout gives him such 'Are there no real gissl Injunsf pain that he cannot hold a pen, and The cowboy raised his heail, then lie ho employs an amanuensis, amanuensis. The And glancing at the tenderfoot He turned to him and said; greater part of “ The Moonstone ” was ....„ “I rode the prairies, ]>ardner, dictated, and Mr. Collins says it is the Ten years in rain or sun, only one of his works which he has But as to real good Injuns, never read. The recollection of the 1 hain’t met more’ll one. agony lie suffered while dictating it de A swig o’ that horse liniment, Aud then I'll try to place ters him. “For a long time, while that This A 1 virtuous redskin book was writing,” he says, “ 1 had That for goodness trumped the ace. the utmost difficulty in getting an 'Twas at the bar of Mack's Fold, amanuensis who would go on with his A lot of boys one day Got to making things quite lively work without interrupting himself to In a ball and cartridge way. sympathize with me. I am much like a I banged around alsmt me beast in many ways—if I am in pain. I And didn't count lhe islds— must howl; and, as I lay in the bed in I’d been soakin’ electricisty the corner yonder, I would often break Like fifty lightning rods— When suddenly the sheriff forth in a yell of anguish. Then my And his gang came tiounding down, amanuensis would urge me to compose And tiie boys took to their cattle myself and not to write any more. Be And dusted out o’ town. tween the paragraphs I would go along But something was the matter With my headworks, I dare say, nicely enough, having in my mind just For 1 stumbled by the roadside what I wanted to say, and these inter And couldn’t find my wi.y. ruptions would drive me mad. Finally a And the next I can remember voting girl, not more than 17, offered to It was night aud pitchy black. help me, and I consented that she An 11 tried to strike the trail from mere, But couldn’t hit a track, should, in case she was sure she could And 1 was mighty dizzy, let me howl and cry out in my pain And I felt 1 should have died, while she kept her place at the” table Whi n standing just before me She did it, too, and ‘The Moonstone' An Injun’s shape I spied. He held his bands out to me, finally camo to an end. But I never But didn’t sa v a word ; read it—never.’’ And when I tried to hail him lie neither sjioke norstirreL Ohl Rags for Glucose. And then I slipped in somehow Between each sturdy arm, And lie let me down so gentle Sugar is now manufactured in Ger Without a bit o' harm. many from old rags. The rags are And t lay there quite contented treated with sulphuric acid, and con And slept until twas day, verted into dextrine. This is treated Aud woke to fiud him watch Jig At my side the same old way. with a milk of lime, and is then sub So I climbed upon my uprights, jected to a new bath of sulphuric acid A Jill a word 1 couldn't say, which converts it into glucose. The But I looked the red man iu the glucose obtained by this process is And then—I sneaked away. We parted. But, as years pass identical with that of commerce, and I wender more and more may be used in the same way for con If still that real good Injun stand» fections, ices, etc. At Mack's tobacco stere. I