Image provided by: Yamhill County Historical Society; McMinnville, OR
About Yamhill reporter. (McMinnville, Or.) 1883-1886 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 14, 1884)
».theft! j SIREN OF NORLAKE ABBEY. softly tinted f ice, their glitter contrast- I THE BOTTLE IHP. mg the pale blue velvet of his doublet, with its trimmings of priceless point lace; and the small, white, jeweled hand A Voice Speaks from Within a Krikorian ill Tinsley’s Maguine.) that rested tor a brief caressing moment Mammoth Champagne Bottle, “hpqjj ^Tghost, chilli! what nonsense art on his palfry’s arched neck looked more ■j diking? It were la tter for thee nt for touching the spinet than meeting And Giv»‘a |*o nt* on t io In« and Outs ■otain less with old 1 »nine Magarie, death in the melee of war. thl »iZ My lady waits for him to seek her of the Perambulating Adver ¡>3 ^Ker foolish babble has well nigh bower chamber, and claim a kiss ol Hed tliy head.” tising BusineMs. " >h»rj Bite speaker was a regal, beautiful welcome from those proud red lips, but W'Ulj J ^Eitn folds of crimson velvet, em- full two hours pass and he comes not [New York Sun.] "'Ul'IU K^leriil with pearls, fell round her 1 he courtyar I is empty, and she feels . The gildM neck of a contrivance fashioned strings of precious stones chill as the early twilight creeps on. in the similitud * of a champagne bottle tow Kjeti her raven hair, and on the Imre Some one pushes aside the silken ered above the heads of the throng in Sixth low, J B»e throat that carried her graceful hangings of the door, and Usula turn* avenue. A pair of legs protruded from the ■j so proudly shone diamonds, bril round, a glad greeting in her heart, but ■¡.■A] KJenough for a queen’s dower -just a woman of marble to all outward seem bottom. Half way up, on the side which faced in the direction of its progress, was a K a contrast ns would murk a fair ing. small opening, with a grating across it. “Thou art long in coming,” she says, Stepping alongside, the reporter rapped near E-daisy by the side of an imperial ■L rose was the girl who stood be- and then pauses, for it is t.ot her hits the grating. “U ho’s there f’ came a challenge in hollow Be her; her blue eyes tilled with tears, baud, but her little maid, Alice, with ■ her soft, childisli mouth quivering. her face white ns driven snow in the tones from within. 'nth, J B*Xsv, ileur lady.” she cried, "it is no light of the lamp she carries, and her The response, "A friend,” suggested itself, an« 1 was spoken. Blish babble; for in passing down the eves round with wild terror. * hat do you want!” said the voice. "Oh, come, dear mistress, for our Bth wii-g but yesternight, methought 2," ant to ask how you like this thing.” Beard a low talking. Had 1 known lady’s sake; convince thyself that this The bottle became communicative, and as | passage below w>.s haunted, I should ill-omened house is haunted. They are it toddled along up the avenue the voice there now in the passage leading to the said: “It all <1 pends on the weather. A man Begone mud from very terror.” ■‘Alow talking, silly wen -h- all are dungeon keep. 1 peeped over und saw as understands the business will accommodate Bb in this abbey, that a human voice their shadows—she with a wimple, and himself to tne seasons. He will tote a ban ner, or, may be, carry a lettered umbrella or Bald scare thee as lief some scul- he a pre per youth, and—” “Peace, sillv child,” said Usula; wear a painted linen duster during the tn holding tryst with one of our brave ti-of-war—and thou to come troub "this matter were well looked into, for heated term, take to Ixiards when the le me with thy tears. Fie upon thee, thv foolish fears will drive thee crazed. season of raw northeast winds comes Put down the lamp and come with me; on, and go into a bottle for the Kce. Fie 1” winter. Boards is better than banners in [‘‘Nay, nay, sweet lady, there’s not a I myself will prove these seeming cold weather. The wind always blows up or Lvant ill this house would enter that ghosts. Nay! not a word—give me thv down the street, so a feller is pretty well Usage after e’en. For they say the hand. If they be indeed spirits, thou protected most of the time. When he comes ■ckecl nun walks nightly adown that shall have mv collar of pearls in memory to a crossing if he finds the wind whistling of thy fear.” across pretty sharp, he can walk edgeways, kv.” The two women walked hand in hand and protect himself. But in right-down cold P’Anun! forsooth,” and La ly Usula mghed merrily, " lliey have found softly, in the darkness, down to the weather a bottle is as much better than iec a ghost in truth when they take a passage that led to the dungeon keep, boards as a double-breasted beaver overcoat and as they drew near they heard a low- is better than a liver |>ad. Uy woman from her rest.” “Ihen, again, in hot weather, no man as The girl crept close to her mistress. talking. “Didi not tell theo so, my lady?” knows himself will go into a bottle, unless he "She was not liolv, my lady, but to be a chap as has seen a good deal ost sinful. Years agone, when this whispered the maid, struggling to free happens better days, and don’t want to be recognized -me castle was an abbey in very truth, herself from her mistress’ hold. by his friends. Take a ward politician in re But Usula, recognizing one soft, loved duced Sere lived a wicked abbess, who loved circumstances, f'rinstance—he don’t .youth right well, so well, that she voice, quickly clasped her strong, white want to be seen carrying a banneror between ranted him many a secret interview, hand across Alice’s mouth and drew the boards; so he is glad enough to go into a bottle ¡11, at last, fearing he might boast her frightened child into the shadow; for for the heated term. Then there is once Ivor, she, one night, pushed him down there in the full moonlight that flooded in a while a chap as has reasons for sort o’ steps that lead to the dungeon through the broken window stood her keeping t ut of view, you know, and ho is husband, and his companion was a ready for a bottle any time in the year. I „Weep, anil left him there to die.” ain t telling no names, but I knew a party t^S "This is a dark tale indeed, child. woman clad in a nun’s sombre garb! “Surely,” Lord Craven was saying, what kept away from the police for a month ^Knd it’s to be hoped my lady abbess ^■rill never stray as far as my bower “one who like thyself leads so holy a or more, till they got off his track, by doing life, safe in the keeping of Mother the bottle act. He used to toddle along ^■handier, for thy sake, at least.” the avenue, right by the side of the detec ‘For holy Mary’s sake, fair mis- Church, can have no cause for sorrow; tives who was looking for him. He wasn’t ^p’ess, do not so jest; they say and yet I marvel much to find thee so any of your poverty-stricken sort, but lived (lint ghosts can hear, and may be far from our good convent of St. like a fighting cock—carried a bottle of the tvenge, words spoken in their dis Mary.” best old stuff in his coat pocket, lunched on “Thou knowest little of the human boned sanlines when he was loafing along, avor. ” heart, fair sir, when thou sayest I have “Leave me, foolish girl; go, mend the and smoked real Havanas. The smoke? Oh lace on my wristbands that our naughty no cause for sorrow,” said the woman, that was all right. He blew it out of the in a strangely sweet voice. lookout, and, if anybody saw it, they thought hawk tore vesternoon, and forget this “The heart! sweet lady?” he an it just curled up from the cigar of somebody I same foolish ghost story.” Left alone, my lady seated herself in swered. “I am but an honest soldier- else who was passing. “We ain’t all so toney as this chap was,” the deep bedded mullioned window, at the court of our good queen; but me thought a nun’s heart at least was safe the voice went on;” but we manage to have t ^Lnd gazed long and sadly on the gay from a good many comforts. My cupboard ain’t all save spiritual cares.” ■parterre below; thesunbeanis sparkling “Ah!” she sighed: “would it were so. very replete with luxuries, but I can offer ■m mad revel, waking the diamonds to you a hunk of gingerbread, half a sandwich ^mrism blushes, could bring no joy into gentle sir; would that a convent wall anil a clay pipe of tobacco. Generally ■her deep, dark eyes. So would she sit, couhl shut out all that makes this w orld speaking, it ain’t safe to lightapipe till dusk, a paradise—or a hell. Would that 1 and then you have to be careful when you SI ■day after day, sorrowful and alone. R No trouble had thrown that shadow could kill love as easily as I can dot! light up, and to hold your hand over the this lying garb.” bowl when you smoke. But the neck of the A ■across her smooth brow; no sudden She pushed the wimple from her bottle holds the smoke in, and you can snuff ■grief had blighted her young life—it ■ was shame that battled with her pride, brow, and as the black cloak slipped it up half a dozen times before it gets out. “Heavy?” the voice said, in response to an ■anil daily murdered happiness. Only from her, Usula saw- herself—herself ■ three short months a bride; anil this in another body—standing before her inquiry. “Not very. You see this thing is made of a sort of oil-cloth over a skeleton ■ was the shame that ate her peace away husband. “Oh, Usula! why did’st thou play like a hoop skirt. The whole business don’t ■ - she had come to her lord an unsought weigh much more than an ulster. Fora Bbride; she had gone to him as payment me this trick?” Lord Craven cried. “Because I love thee.” said the other rainy day there ain't nothing like it. No B for a debt, and that debt a dark story 4 ■ of dishonor. Usula: and Lady Craven felt turned to matter how hard it pours you’re dry as a husk. Another advantage of being in a 19 I T he duke of Malvern was i\ gambler stone at the sounding of that voice that bottle when the weather is suitable is that mimicked every note of her own. | to the backbone, and evil tongues were can go against the wind about as good you It “Dear, dear heart! At last,” he said, as with it—presents a smooth and rounding not wanting that gave a darker name “ thou hast owned thy precious love. surface, and you don’t get blown all over the even to his excessive love of games of sidewalk as vou do with big flat boards. chance; but the scandal never gained My joy I My life!” “Oh a little is good enough for me till next A smile of evil triumph spread over May, ground. The fair Usula Mallet had ” said t ie voice at parting. “Come been the bribe that silenced the only her face, as she nestled in his arms, around and call again during the winter. If tongue that could have proclaimed her pushing him gently toward the dungeon I don’t recognize your knock, just sing out, father’s crime. She knew when young steps. And suddenly it came like a and I shall know your voice.” Lord Craven sought her hand in mar revelation to the true Usula. breaking Monopoliat* and Monopoly. riage that he came straight from a the spell that held her silent—that this [R. J. Burdette.] was the spirit of the wicked abbess; stormy interview with the duke, whom A monopolist isn't necessarily a millionaire. and with one loud cry she rushed for he had detected in the very act of try He is simply the man who holds the whip ward to tear the guilty thing from her handle. It is derived from two Latin words, ing to toss a clogged dice. husband's arms ; but her fingers mono and pole, meaning the man at the pole. “Thou hast my father’s honor in thy power,” she said, drawing her tall form clutched only empty air; for at that And the man with the pole, you know, cry the ghost vanished, and Usula, close knocks the persimmons. He may knock a up in all its regal dignity. “My darling,” the lover pleaded, pressed to her husband’s heart, sobbing, million of them, or he may knock only two, but while he is knocking you don’t get any. "never shall aught of this sad matter told him of the peril he had escaped. Hence, my son, a monopoly is a prosperous “And 1 was so happy, thinking that pass my lips. I do deplore me that I combination of which we are not one. spoke so hastily; but, Usula Mia, thy thou did st in very truth love me, sweet This makes it very wicked, avaricious, and Usula.” father’s honor is safe with me.’u'fisp dangerous. “ So I do, Robert, ” she whispered; “Then I will be thy wife, sir,” she When we get into it it ceases to be a mo answered, withdrawing herself hastily “so have I loved thee this many a long nopoly, and becomes a union, a brotherhood, day. ” from his rapturous embrace; all the a firm, an association or corporation. This With his arms thrown lovingly change of title also involves a great moral fierce pride that was her bane, harden around his wife, Lord Craven turned change, and it becomes a mighty engine of ing her heart against her lover’s tender, to the servants and friends, who now progress, a developer of our country’s re pleading eyes; for she had a man’s the passage, having come in sources, a factor in the national prosperity, spirit, and would rather havo given the thronged slanderer quittance with a few inches all haste, alarmed bv my lady’s pierc and all that sort of thing. monopoly is a thing which it is hard to of good steel between them, than have ing cry. He told them how, walking get A into. in the plaisance yonder, a white hand bought his silence with her love. If you live to be 35 years old and haven’t The marriage was hurried in most had beckoned to him; and how, en been able to get into any other monopoly by the passage, he had met unseemly fashion, for Hugh of Malvern tering that time, I would advise you to go to the held converse with a ghost who could not sleep soundly till I sula de and North Pole and start an ice-cream saloon. took his dear wife ’ s form to betray him, parted a bride from his roof; and then and who would have surely sealed his The Latrat About Kitting Bull. he breathed freely, knowing well that doom, but for the good Lady Usula's [St. James’ Gazette.] Craven, having quartered his arms, You were quite right (a correspondent would guard his secret with his life if bravery. “Come hither, child,” said my ladv, says) in remarking on Monday that “for needs be. to the blushing, trembling, tire wonderful stories we must read Le Figaro.” But the fair Usula was a woman, turning maid, "here is the collar I promised The story recapitulated in your note was cer and a woman they say ¡sever to be won; thee one more brave even than tainly a wonderful one; but it has been im so it came to pass that the love she that ; I and proved upon since. A redskin of high pjsi- said should be thine.” had denied her wooer went out to her Usula unclasped the glittering dia tion ha<l, so it seems, been converted in his husband, in all the unsullied strength monds from her slim white throat and childhood to Christianity; and he was brought of a first and only passion; but she had fastened them round the girl's soft to England in order to lie educated at Eaton, so taught her lover coldness that he . “ where the birch was, and we believe still never guessed the secret those dark eyes neck. Some of the servants, using their is, in full swing.” This form of government hid so ill, thinking that the flash that lit lanterns, found that the steps leading at the “Alma Mater” being distasteful to the their well-like depth was aversion rather to the dungeon keep had mostly rotted young Indian, he lay in wait for the master than affection; and when she shrank awav, so had my lord fallen down, he who had inflicted it upon him, got him to the ground and scalped him. This incident, from his caresses, he fancied it was would have perished to a surety. the chronicler of Le Figaro ingeniously adds, hatred instead of the shy diffidence that Lying on the dungeon door was a “ created great sensation about forty years comes with unacknowledged love. heap of human bones. ago. ” The young redskin, who had for a Poor Usula, eating her heart away, "We will give them Christian bu long time been lost sight of, has been identi suffered sorely; and when her husband rial." said mv lady; "for they are no fied as no other than Sitting Bull, one of the spent his time in manly sport and left doubt the bones of that poor youth the leading Indian chiefs in the United States. her lonely, thinking she was best pleased wicked abbess murdered.” Advice to Matthew Arnold. so, my lady wept long and sore, tears And from the hour the poor skeleton [New York World.] that she would have died rather than was buried, the siren of Norlake Abbey Matthew Arnold does not promise to be a he should witness; and this was why appeared no more. success as a lecturer in this country. He the snnlight could find no joy in her mixes too much sweetness with his light. In dark eyes. Hiatus Mobility. other words, his voice is too confidential for There is a stir in the courtyard be [ Chicago Inter Ocean.) the people on the back seats, who have paid low, a sound of music, and the tramp of The nobility of Siam take no trouble their money and who want to hear the ends many feet, and Usula knows that her to themseves, even in the matter of of the lofty sentences. We are accustomed lord has returned; her heart beats bearing their insignia of rank. Their to hear public speakers howl in this country, quickly as she sees him, light and grace position is defined by the badge which and our public halls are large and full of ful, dismounting from his steed a an attendant slave bears on atrav. A draughts. Mr. Arnold should throw his chest young man beautiful to effeminacy. tea kettle of gold or silver indicates out, his head back and let his voice ride the Looking at him, none would guess that high graded stock, and the umbrella is blasts, otherwise our people may not all be come acquainted with the great thoughts that before them stood the deadliest rapier the badge of royalty itself. rise in him. in the court of good Queen Bess. It was Marlborough who later on said It is believed that the smallest pony It doesn’t cost a great deal to subsist the that the dandies made his best soldiers known is the pet of the Baroness Bur- Black Flag soldiers of China. They eat their —and no dandy could have been less dett-Coutts-Bartlett. The pony stands dead enemies, and all they want is a little warrior-like than Robert Craven; short thirteen inches high, and is 5 years of salt golden curls half shaded his delicate. age. toft 1 a DMW a L PjHiiAGUrs PICI ULE SUDDEN WEALTH. peeled off his swallow-tail to mop the waxed floor with him,revealing thereby the mortify ing fact that his collar, shirt-front and cuffs Some Interesting Recollections of the were hollow and detached shams, ami merely pinned to the blue flannel shirt that long asso Flush Times in Colorado. ciation as a miner had made him loath to Louisville Courier-Journal. part with. A bosom friend of this gentle William Page, the artist who painted the famous portrait of Admiral Farra How Mew-Ma<le Millionaires Cele man was a gaunt, raw-boned farmer’s boy, who had wandered into the west and whom gut in the rigging of the flagship, which brated Tlieir Mood Fortune--- sudden riches had dragged out of the obscu was subsequently purchased by a com Anecdote« or thv Kings rity of prospect hole, stuck a diamond in bis mittee of citizens for $10,000 and pre bosom and dropped down into the midst of for a l>ay. sented to the Grand Duke Alexis, said the ultra aristocratic circles. He distin to a reporter recently, at his home near guished himself at his debut. A young lady [ “ Vera ” in Kansas City Times.] Richmond Valley, Staten island: “I remarked to him that her sister had a pen was much interested in reading the dis It is a scant wonder, though, when one chant for water color painting, and he comes to think about it, that when men who cussion, which arose some months ago, promptly replied: •‘Why, kin they get one for that? My old concerning the statement of a naval have toiled and delved nearly all their lives and never succeeded in scraping together as officer that Admiral Farragut was not much as $100 at a time were suddenly masters man applied fur one fur a wound he got at lashed or tied to the rigging while of $10,(MM) or $20,000, their greatest trouble Sbilo. but the pesky government wouldn’t directing the movement of the fleet dur was to know what to buy first The luxury give it to him ’cause he’d lost his discharge ing the engagement from his high posi of purchasing intoxicated them, and no won papers. ” tion on the mast of the vessel. I can der they bought diamonds before dinners. The Modern Coquette. give the statements of the admiral him There is an old story—and it is likely a true [Maud Howe in “A Newport Aquarelle.”] self, and think they will settle the ques one—that one blustering winter night The forms of coquetry are infinitely varied, tion. I have often wanted to explain a miner who had just made a big and some of them are much more reprehensi what Admiral Farragut said to me haul was standing on a street corner ble than others. The woman who undertakes in Leadville, when a hollow-eyed woman, conquests simply for tbe glory of displaying about this matter. When he was sitting for the painting clutching a ragged shawl aliouther shiveriug at the wheels of her chariot the captive she I was living at Eagleswood, N. J., and shoulders, drifted up and stopped irreso holds by the rosy bonds of love, is the com lutely. There was famine in her eye and monest tyjM?. As her coquetry is of the most he came regularly from New York for desperation her rags. The miner was un jMitent kind, its wounds are rarely severe or the sittings. When they began. I asked used to ladies in ’ soci-^v and felt embarrassed, lasting, and yet there is a certain vulgarity him to describe his actual position dur but he felt also that she was in distress, and about this spirit of conquest which makes ing the conflict. He then explained in the flush of his prosperity and bigness of this type of woman dangerous to both men how he had first ascended the rigging his heart he wanted to do something for her. and women. on one side of the vessel to give orders Finally he said: A more subtle and disastrous influence is to the men below. He found, however, “ Wait here a minute, missus; I'll be right Wielded by the woman who is bent on the scientific analysis of the various effects pro that the smoke interfered with his view back.'' ami the officers on deck could not see In a short time he returned, and pressing a ducts I by the tender passion on men of differ his movements or motions distinctly. bundle into her hands, hurried away before ent character and nature. She has little While he was in the rigging he noticed she could stammer out her tearful thanks. pigeou-holes marked with different charac a piece of shell strike a few feet above The outcast opened the package eagerly. It teristic names, and into these she classifies every new specimen. She is apt soon to dis his head and cut away a portion of the contained a pair of silk stockings. that the pigeon-holes may be very few, main-top, beneath which he was stand Among the people I know around the camp cover and that nearly all the men she meets will fit ing, with his feet resting on the rope was a man named Ed Braden, who divided exactly into one or another of them. When ladder. Glancing below, he noticed his time between reporting on a newspaper she has arrived at this conclusion she is satis and prospecting, and who loved to tell what that if he should be wounded good and noble and sensible things he would fied ; two or tlu ee good specimens .of every or killed, as he merely held on do should he happen to strike it. When for sort having been coolly analyzed and properly by his hands, he might roll down tune did smile on him one day, he launched pigeon-holed. the shrouds overboard, and his body immediately upon several enterprises not con Another class, perhaps the most dangerous might not be recovered, owing to the templated in the original prospectus. Among one into which we are dividing coquettes, in smoke and quick movements of the other vagaries he became enamored of a cludes those women who fancy themselves in maneuvering fleet. As his son was on vivacious little soubrette who was playing at love with each fresh lover. They are emo board, he desired to prevent such a re tho ojiera house, and arranged a unique and tional and sympathetic women, who, ln?ing sult: so, that on finding the smoke so remarkable testimonial to her beauty ami incapable of strong feeling themselves, are by the force of a passion which thick as to intercept his view where he talents. At great expense he procured from borne along them, and which they would gladly was, he descended to the deck and Denver some twenty or thirty hot-house fascinates reciprocate, in their often renewed disap crossed to the opposite side. But on bouquets. The holders of these he had pointment at finding that the new lover can his journey across the deck he found a weighted with a leaden spike—point down not make them forget themselves, they feel a so when it was thrown upon the stage piece of rope, which was precisely ward, would stick ¡n the boards and stand erect. sense of injustice ami never dream that they what he wanted, and took it aloft with it His idea was to precipitate the whole number are not the injured ones. him. tying the knot himself which fast at once when the soubrette made her appear- ened him to the rigging. I procured ance, and, to use his own language, ‘ trans Beecher and the Book Agent. for him a piece of rope to use in the form the stage into a bower of roses.” To [New York Cor. Chicago News.] * posing for the painting, and the knot, this end he had a numlier of friends stationed Henry Wal’d Beecher Spoke in his talk this shown there, was the one made by him at different points in the audience, each bear evening of men blessed with wit, humor and self. Probably any sailor will recognize ing a deadly bouquet. imagination, who, when troubled, could take it as a nautical knot, or one likely to be The curtain rose, the actress tripped on, themselves out of these circumstances, like a made by a seafaring man. When I when bang! tiang! bang! the flower-decked candle out of a candle-stick, and set them went to untie it its formation puzzled missiles hurtled through the air. The poor selves down somewhere else to lie happy. A me, and the admiral himself had to girl, who had read something of wild west man who had a proper sense of humor was ern ways, thought it was a plot to kill her, like a wagon with springs—ho did not jolt. undo it. Mr. Beecher knew how that was himself. When ho was relating these details and fled to the cellar, from which she had to Such a man was able to cast aside moody to me he did so without any mannerisms lie subsequently dragged by main force, utter thoughts and fears. A man who claimed to piercing shrieks. Tho Braden party other than candor and quiet modesty, ing lie an English clergyman camo to Mr. were all somewhat inebriated and the more giving the impression that he pos enthusiastic Beecher ’ s house. Mrs. Beecher saw him, fired their bouquets with such sessed a brave and subdued tempera reckless aim that one of them hit the leader ami told Mr. Beecher that he was very in ment. The admiral was rather short of the orchestra on tho bald head, and he sulting. When Mr. Beecher came home an in stature, but was a very rare excep had to be held by two men while tho gore other time the man was there. He was a lit tion to artists’ subjects, in that his was being mopped off and explanations tle man, and sat in the parlor purple in the figure was of the exact classic or Greek made. All went a great ways toward face. “I sent you a book,” he growled. “Did you proportion called eight heads, meaning marring what might havo otherwise been a that his head was precisely one-eighth pleasant occasion. This is a fair specimen of receive it!” “I did.” the length of the entire body. There tho pursuits in which Braden spent a very “And you were not gentleman enough to are two of those life-size portraits in decent fortune and succeeded in three brief existence. One is in the court of St. months in getting back into scrub-journalism acknowledge the receipt of it I think your wife is no lady.” Petersburg, and the other is in the and prospecting again. “Walk, ’’said Beecher. A contemporaneous gentleman of fortune possession of Mrs. J. W. Watson, of “You,sir, turn me—” this city, a daughter of Mr. Page, and was Capt. Connors, well known to all resi “I took him by the neck,” said Mr. Beecher, of the camp. He has often told mo the whose husband is treasurer of the Cen dents story of his first “stake.” He received $40,- “and rushed him out. I was not angry; I was tral railroad of New Jersey.” 000 for his interest in some mineral property, burning up. When I got back in the room it was so absurd that I lay right down on the HOW TO PUT ON A POSTAGE and it was paid to him at the bank in four fliMiraml laughiHl. Suppose 1 had kept mad. rectangular packages of bills of $10,000 each. STAMP. The captain hail kept his good fortune a se Imagination, wit, and humor help one to Boston Traveler. from his wife and he hurried home to grace. I have been criticised because I made A man can always learn something if cret tell her. She was sitting down after a hard people laugh. If 1 made them cry I suppose he will only look about him. I was at day’s work, and without a word he dropped it would be all right. The bible don’t the postoffice department the other day the armful of greenbacks in her lap. It was say so.” and I noticed an employe busy affixing a loyal and touching thing to do. For a mo Ofllrlul llead-iiiear. stamps to envelopes. Every time he ment she sat paralyzed with astonishment, [New York World.] moistened the right hand corner of the and then, hugging the mass up to her, she This administration may not make much envelope and then placed the stamp sobbed out: “Oh, Tom, how dirty they arel Let me impression in a general way, but it will leave upon it. I asked him if there was any a record in history in one way, at least. This advantage in wetting the envelope in put them in a tub and wash them.” “Do it if you want to, dear,” he replied, is the peculiar style of hats worn, of such stead of the stamp, and he said: “You notice that I moisten the envelope first; with a tenderness that it would I m ? well for original shapes as if some principle were in well, T do that because it is the right other rich men of Colorado to emulate, “but volved in this eccentricity. Th»' president, in the first place, has a hat mad»? on a block of way. There is a right way and a wrong you will never wash anything else again.” One of these kings for a day, I can’t recall his own fashioning. The crown is aliout four way to everything, and consequently inches higher than the prevailing styles iu there is right and wrong way to put on his name, but a subsequent trial in the crim silk hats, while the brim is fiat ami very postage stamps. ’ It is impossible to inal court of Leadville in 1HK1, created quite wide. He has a white cassimere felt made sensation, made a lucky strike that netted moisten a stamp with the tongue unless a him $30,(KM) in cash. He at once wrote to his on this block for summer wear and a silk one a small proportion of the gum adheres wife of his good fortune, and intended to for winter wear. The president is so tall to it. Now this gum is by no means in leave for his home the following day. That that his hat elongates him in a most dis jurious, but then the department does evening he was taken in tow by a couple of tressing way. He loves an old hat. He is not advertise it as a health food; so the these couriers of crime, and in less than two still wearing his old summer hat, although only wav left is the right way, and that hours was gambled out of every dollar. He its ghostly whiteness these cold fall days is to moisten the envelope first.” After made a complaint to the police, and the gives one a chill. He and Fred Douglass ar»? listening to this brief statement I felt larger portion of the money was recovered, the last men in Washington who ere base to still wear a white hat. as though I had emerged from the deep but too late, for, hopeless and distracted, he enough Even Brewster has given up the pirati»*al shade of ignorance to the glorious sun had locked himself in his room and committed yellow hat and its mourning band with suicide. light of knowledge. It was by no means the rough and illiterate which he entertained the people at the east ern watering places this summer. Folgerhas ~7{ETRI IH'TION. who succeeded in making tbe most glaring Evansville (Ind.) Argus. idiots of themselves under the stimulus of worn a little straw hat all summer, and occa “And can nothing cause you to 6udden fortune, but a degree of prior culture sionally wears it yet, varying it with an ohi change your mind, Mildred?” seemed to have the effect of adding a sort of s«»ft black hat ten years old, or a hard Derby of the style of the last century. Freling- “Nothing. My will is like iron. But weird and eccentric variety to their freaks. hat huysen, great in his deportment, w«?ars a yesterday I was a timid, trusting girl, A miner named Luke Fuller, a graduate of black silk the y»?ar through. He keeps up to whose every heart-beat was for you; Bowdoin and a man of really brilliant mind within three years of th»? style. Lincoln to-day I am a woman, and the trusting and wide information, one afternoon, en wears new and fashionable hats. Chandler heart of yesterday has turned to ice. tirely unanticipated by himself, consummated wears hats that no resjMjetable junk-dealer that placed in his hands over $10,000. would buy. Gresham wears a silk hat with Go!” and she stately pointed to the gar a It sale was to be supposed that three or four years nap carefully brushed ranger fashion—ail den gate. of grinding poverty had given him an appre the wrong way—while Teller smashes a soft, “Oh, Mildred, my lost darling,” cried ciation of the value of money, and he had Heneage. starting to his feet with a dull never been known to drink or dissifiate in seedy black hat down over his sharp hawk’s _________________ moan, “do you realize what this will any form. To the surprise of everybody he face. drive me to?” went on a monumental spree which he wound Darwin on ThelMni nnd Evolution. But Mildred only muttered “go” and up by taking four or five boon comfianions (Pali Mall Gazette.] sternly pointed to the garden gate. on a sort of triumphal tour into the east. Th»? following letter from Charles Darwin Then up rose Heneage. In place of The party stranded in Chicago and the next ap|M?ars in a work just issu<?»l : the supplicating look of entreaty there time 1 saw Fuller he was in Saul’s saloon de “D own , B eckenham , K ent . was on his face the stony glare of de stroying a free lunch and furtively watching “D ear S ir : It seems to me alisurd to doubt that a man I m ? an anient theist ami an spair. Clinching his hands he gave the liar-tender. Another man of his stamp, known by a evolutionist. You are right atiout Kinsley. her one look and rushed wildly through good many in this city, too. awoke one day Asa Gray, the eminent botanist, is another the yard. to find himself tolerably affluent, and in the <’;iM‘ m i/'-iiit. What my own views may I*» But see. Only a few’ steps and there is a question of n»> consequence to any one is a start, a shriek of mental agony; midst of an unusually fantastic celebration, but myself. But, as you ask, I may state a ride around was suggested. The host in the strong arms are lifted a moment sisted that for the purpose of observation that my judgment often fluctuates. More whether a man <l»*ervHs to I m ? called a wildly in the air, and the body of the gla>w sides of a hears»? were peculiarly over, theist depends on the definition of the term, Heneage Sturtevant with a thud falls adapted and two were hired. In these the re which is much too larg»* a subject for a note. back lifeless upon the sward. velers esronced themselves and played poker In my most extreme fluct»iations I have never The clothes-line had caught him just on the bottom while the paralyzed popuia»*»? lM*en an atheist in the sense of denying the existence of a God. I think that generally half an inch under his chin. looked aghast. ian»l more an<l more as I grow older), but not The lucky ones forme»l a sort of aristoc always, an agnoetic would be the more cor- THE DEADLY MOSQUITO. rect description of my state of mind. Dear racy, an<i I do not recall anything more ex Inter Ocean. C has . D arwin .” More sins are heaped upon the mos traordinary off the burlesque stage than the sir, yours i Jthfully, they used to give. Big, hulking fel quitoes. Prof. A. F. A. King declares in soirees What He Didn't Think of. who didn’t know a quadrille from a the last Popular Science that they lows, [Cambridge Tribune.] quadroon, would amble around the hall in originate and disseminate malarial dis drees coats marie in Denver, and their fingers, Longfellow said: “In this world a man ease, and incidentally quotes an appar unused to gloves, sticking out, separate from must I m ? either a nail or a hammer.” The ently competent authority, who says each other, like radiating rays from a central poet »lid not think of bellows when he wrote that insects whose bites are poisonous sun of white kid. Many of them were, in tliat sentiment are more or less responsible for human deed, whited sepulchers, and would not stand suffering in the shape of ague, yellow too close analysis, even into their raiment. Ilried apple* are used in Kentucky for fever, etc. Think of that! Threats of On one occasion, while in the midst of a set making apple-jack, but tbe leverage must be poison in every buzz, and pestilence of the "Frairie Queen,” a gentleman became stored in stone jags or ghun bottles, as it will enraged at his “opposite,” and incautiously •at out of a wooilen barrel. in every sting. THE ARTIST Wild PAINTED THE FAMOl’8 PICTURE ENDS A DI8CU88IUM WITH A STATEMENT OF FACT.