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Tir: IteWitt VanBrocklin -who made H. E. No. 13450, for the southeast quarter of section 24. township 1L. range 20 wee'. He names the fol lowing witnesses to prove his continaons -residence npon and cultivation of said land, viz: Edwin L. Garrison, Orrin Bacon, Abner Votaw, and WiUiam Powell, all of Elizabeth, Neb. A. S. BALDWIN, -86 Register. " NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION. Land Office at North Platte, Neb.. ) February 19th, 1S94. ) Notice is hereby given that the following named setUer has tiled notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, end that. ejd proof will be made before Register and Receiver nt North Platto. Neb., on April 21st, 1891, viz: Ella I. Dickey, widow of John H. Dickey, deceaser1, who made flomesteod Entry No"M2.880 f or the southeast quarter section 24, township 15 north, ran so 31 west. He names the following witnesses to prove his continaons residence upon and cultivation of said land vis: John J. 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"1 f Abont the middle of the seventeenth century there lived in Venice a certain haughty duke so rich and powerful as to be feared by friend as well as foe. ior cnac tvas a nerioa or constant mur der and assassination. It was the custom of this nobleman to give costly banquets in the great hall of his palace, but there was always one thing to mar tne festivity of the occa sion the constant dread of some secret agent of death. And what tended still more to mys tery and fear on these occasions of festiv ity was the presence of the Sed Mask. Next to the lord of the feast, on his left hand, always sat a silent, mysterious figure in a red domino, with a blood red mask concealing every feature. Before the guests separated he always rose, gave his band to the noble host, and then went slowly, solemnly and silently around the table, shaking hands with each. As all believed that he was the duke's secret poisoner, he was regarded with awe and dread and came in time to be spoken of and known as the Bed Death. How his fatal purpose was effected none could say, but it was conjectured that upon one of his jeweled fingers he wore what was known as the "death ring" a ring curiously constructed, with dead ly poiEon in the interior, which could be injected, by a sudden pressure upon a concealed spring, into the hand of any one taken in apparent friendship. In the very zenith of his life and power the duke one day received the singular intelligence that a gentleman had made his appearance in Venice so closely resembling him in face and fig ure that more than one person had mis taken him for his grace. "Who is this adventurer?" angrily demanded the duke. "Go, seek him out and say it is my pleasure to see him -at my palace!" 1" The stranger was founji and readily accepted the invitation of the nobleman, who received him in his private apart ments, with only one attendant present: The resemblance of the two was cer tainly very striking. " Who are yon?" demanded the duke in an imperious tone. "I am the Count of Palmera!" At the mention of this title the attend ant of the duke gave a slight, quick start and fixed his eyes searchingly upon the stranger. "I am glad at least to hear you are a nobleman," pursued the duke, "as the thought of having my likeness borne by a plebeian would have been too humili ating. There should be but one such face in Venice, count!" "So think I, duke!" "I may hope, then, you will take early leave of our proud city!" . "I was in hopes your race had made arrangements to quit the country!" "You are insolent, count!" "So are you, duke!" "By the bones of St. Mark!" theduko began in a malignant rage, but added, in quite a different tone, with a forced smile: "Your pardon, count; I am too has ty. It is not the fault of either of us that we look alike and have tempers alike. If we cannot be friends, there is no need of our being eaemies." "I am disposed to meet your grace half way in either anger or friendship. ' ' "I thank your lordship, and trust you will honor my banquet on Friday even ing next with your presence, when I will do myself the pleasure to introduce your lordship to some of the first nobles of Yenice." As Antonio left the presence of his noble master, he seized the first oppor tunity to say to the count: "My lord, I have a private word for your ear. We are countrymen. " "Indeed?" "Yes," pursued Antonio, speaking low and in Spanish. "I know your house well, and I would serve you. Your life is in danger here." "Sol believe." "I think this banquet is given ex pressly to destroy you!" "I had my fears." "Yet if you will come to it and fol low my instructions you snaxi not oniy be saved, but you will become duke of Francavella." "How? Speak!" "Seem indifferent to my remarks now, my lord. Have you ever heard of the Red Death, my lord?" "Never, to my knowledge." "It is briefly this: On the nights of festivity a figure in red domino and red mask sits near the duke. At the close of the feast this figure shakes hands with all present, and it is rarely that some one of the number docs not die shortly after. Does your lordship com prehend?" "I think I do secret poison." "When this Red Mask takes your hand on that night, be will leave within it a paper of instruction, which you must find an opportunity to read in se cret and follow to the letter." "How do you know this?" "You shall know if yon come." "I will come though how am I to know you mean me well?" "If I meant you ill, my lord, -what need to warn you?" ' True it is enough I will be here. ' ' Punctual to the appointed time, the Count of Palmera appeared at the ban quet of the Duke of Francavella. At aha olosa came the kandah airing round of the dreaded Bed Deatt. The count, being a stranger, seemed tho most indifferent of any, as was nat ural he should. He poured- out more wine and drank and then seemed to're flect. In this mood he held the small paper which ho had just received 'in such a way that he could peruse it with out being suspected. This paper con tained these words: Feign illness and be shown to a private apartment. I will be there to complete the design. In a few minutes the duke, who had been furtively watching the count,' re marked, with seeming concern, that he feared his lordship was ill. The nobles exchanged glances, and each breathed freer as he fancied' he had discovered the victim in other than himself. But the count, instead of getting bet ter, seemed to grow more faint, and hit kind host suggested that he should be shown to a private apartment an his chief physician be summoned. He offered his arm to the cphnt,. who leaned heavily on it, and thus'left. the hall. Passing through an anteroom, they entered one hung with damask and richly furnished. The Red Mask, who had left the ban queting hall before them, was' standing here as if awaiting their coming. As the rlnkfl assisted his cuest to a divan the Bed Mask quietly closed and bo'ltcd the door. Then, producing a small rope with the slipknot of a hangman, he glided up to the duke as he bent over the count, and throwing the noose around bis neck drew it tight and strangled him before he could comprehend his murderous design ana raise this voice for help. ' " When tho duke was quite dead,' the mask was removed, and the face of An tonio appeared before the count. "Quick, my lord!" said Antonio, pale and trembling at what he bad done. "Disrobe, put on the dress of the duke, return to the hall and be lord of the palace. If you succeed in deceiving the assembled guests which I trust your close resemblanco will enable yon to do we are safe; if you fail, we are lost." Assisted by Antonio, the Count of Palmera was soon dressed in the gor geous robes of the Duke of Francavel la, and the counterfeit was so perfect that none but a wife could have detect ed the difference. The plan of the iniquitous schemer succeeded perfectly, and all the guests that night retired in the belief that the false duke was the real. The next day the Count of Palmera appeared in St Mark's place and other parts of Venice in his own proper person. This destroyed the suspicion that he bad been poisoned, as all at the ban quet believed: In fact, it was only through the.dy- ing confessions of the count himself that the truth came out at all, which many would not believe even then. Long before this event, however. the Bed Death had ceased to appear because of the real death of Antonio, whom his new master had murdered in turn for fear of being himself murdered or be trayed by the only one who possessed his fatal secret.- seated in earnest conversation. Daphne elided noiselessly up to her friend's side, and seating herself npon the ground laid her head npon the other's lasees. She sat there some mo ments in silence, endeavoring to catch what it was the men were discussing. In vain. She could hear only the sound of their voices. That of the principal speaker a dark, swarthy man, of mid dle age, with a flat nose and thick, pro truding hps was sonorous and mellow; his companion's, high pitched and squeaking. . After a few minutes' si lence, Daphne whispered: "How ngly he is thy Socrates!" "But so learned, so wise, so great," murmured the other in answer, but she sighed as she spoke. "Thou sighest. Hast wearied on the first day of thy wedded life with thy philosopher?" inquired Daphne, with a bright, sidelong glance. "No," answered Xantippe proudly. "Is' he not the most learned, the wisest man in all Athens? And I am happy to think he considered me worthy to be his wife. Thou shouldst have heard the speech with which ha welcomed me to his roof yesterday. Among other things he told me that there were evil demons who lurked in corners and cupboards to tempt young wives to be neglectful of their duties. But there was also a deity who, living under our roof, would take me under his protection, guard me from evil and help me to resist temptation, whom I must propitiate by humility and wifely obedience. But how can I do this when Socrates himself prevents me?" ' ' Socrates prevent thee ! Speak, and tell me bow this can be. Thou knowest I was wedded against my will to Antis- thenes, preferring Glancns, to whom my parents refused me. Should I learn from thee, however, that the wife of a philosopher has reason to complain of her lot, I shall no louger reproach my parents in my heart for bestowing me on the merchant and denying mo to the scholar." "Thou knowest," answered Xantip pe, "that it is my duty to see that my lord s table is well supplied with anita ble food. But how can I do this when he gives me no money? Tlnee times I went this morning to him, asking hitn gently, "Qivo me, I pray thee, a tetro bolon, that I may buy fish and vegeta bles for the midday meal." Twice he gave me no answer; the third he spoke not to me, but to Euclid, who arrived here this morning from JJegnra, "Eu did, wny does tnis woman trouble us and .disturb us at our discourse?" Before Daphije could open her month to speak the woi'ls of sympathy trem bhng o:ibor lip?. Socrates, leaving his A LYRIC. When winds blow high, and frost la white. And roads are steel, aad trees are lee, Aad window panes wear tracings light. And all the world bears cold's device. Xlcht falls, and careful mothers Dray In sweet content, though storm wind whirls, "Beneath one roof, till break of day Sleep safe the careless boys and girla!". All safe and under one rooftree,- All safe because the mother heart Is near them; soft and tenderly It broods until the clouds depart. The time will come when birds must go From out the parent nest away When lonely, though no wild winds blow. The mother heart will sadly stay. Ah, mother heart, ah, mother heart. How lonely are the hours that pass. When sleet and hail from heaven dart. Or when there's sunshine on the grass; How often you wish back the night When tho storm's fury seemed to fall: How often strive to stay Time's flight. And that drear winter backward call! What matters storm? Ah, welcome rain And the weird shrieking of the wind Rather than sunshine and the pain Of loss that saddens heart and mind. The dumb cry for the wandering! Come war without, if peace within If love beneath the roof tree sing. What evil thing can enter in? Catholic Family Annual. Skin Eruptions aad similar annoyances are caused by an impure blood, which will ' result in a more dreaded disease. , Unless removed, slight impurities l will develop into Scrofula, Ecze- salt Kneurn and other sen ous Bad Blood: results of I have for some time been 9 maaffmvar frnm r Darnm fblood trouble, for which I itook many remedies thst I did me bo good. I have now taken four bottles ci wtth the most wonderful results Am enjoyis? the best health I ever knew. hae trained twenty pounds and my friends say they never saw me as well. 1 am feelinzauite like a new man- juiia s. .cfuuiiin. CoTenuneat ranting Office, tvasaingion. u. Our Treatise on Blood and Skin Diseases mailed tree to any aouress. I0CEED IN. -Exchange. An Old GermaniTradltion. The Germans have a saying, which'has almost become a proverb, that "a duke of Brunswick never died at home." It received corroboration by the death of the last duke, who followed in the foot steps of five of his predecessors to. wit, his grandfather, who died at Ottepsen from wounds received at Auerstadthis father, who fell at the battle of Ligny; his brother, who died at Geneva, where he lies entombed in the well known piece montee; his ancestor, Julius Leopold, who was drowned in an inundation tof tne uaer, and wiliiain, who died in- a hamlet far from his estates', thoush near er folhem than the death spot of any o. HER .WORLD. Behind thorn slowly sank tho western worH, Before them new horizons oncned wide. Yonder," ho said, "old Komo and Venice wait. And lovely Florence by tho ArnD'3 tide." She heard, but backward all her heart had sped Where tlio young moon sailed through the sun set red. "Yonder," sho thought, "with breathing soft and deep. My little lad lies smiling in his sleep." , Jt' Theyenilotl where Capri dreamed upon the sea . .1 1 -.1 . I I. 1 ..... E Thoysawthu plains where trod the gods ot old. Fink with the flush ot wild anemonos. ' They saw tho marbles by the master 'vrougnt To shrino the heavenly beauty of lib tliouzht- Still ran ono longing through htir smiles' and aishs If I could see my little lad's sweet eycf-I" Down from her shrine the dear MnUoun&pazed, ller baby iyiiiff warm against Her breast.. 'What does she see?" he whispered. "Can she guess The cruel thorns to those soft temples pressed?" 'Ah, no," she said. "She shuts him safe from harms - Within tho lovo locked harbor of her arms. Xo fear of coming fute could make mo sad If so tonight I held my littlo lad." If you could choose," he said, "a royal boon Like that girl dancing yonder for the kin?. What gift from all her kingdom would you bid Obedient Fortune in her hand to brings" The dancer's robe, tho glittering banquet hall. bwam in the mist of tears along the wall, . Not power," sho said, "nor riches nor delight. But just to kiss my little lad tonight!" . Emily H. Miller in Independent. XANTIPPE. Daphne stepped lightly out over the threshold of her door. The. sun'was shining with an intolerable glare on the white marble walls of the houses around and on the white lime dust of the pavement, causing DaphneVbright, laughing eyes to wink and blink invol untarily. She drew a thin, gauzy veil over her head and face and slipped, . ... ... . Keeping carciuiiy witmn the sparse shadow cast by the walls of the houses, to a dwelling nearby. Raising aHleavy curtain hanging before tho entrance door, she tripped softly inside. The room, however, was quito empty.' It was a small, squaro room, the walls col ored dark red; its only furniture a' tri pod, on which were burning dimly two chased silver lamps. "She will be in theGynakeion," said Daphne to herself softly, and raising another enrtain, which bung exactly opposite, she passed through into a sec ond room. There, under a portico wjiich led out into a courtyard, upon a' circu lar marble bench, sat tho one whom she was seeking a young and beautiful woman. A long white garment, with a border embroidered in crimson, lay in heavy, graceful folds about her small outstretched feet; an upper garment (the chiton) of the same color as the robe was gathered closely up about her neck, but left her slender arms quite bare, one of which rested languidly upon the carved back of the seat. Thfi woman's small head was. bound with three narrow scarlet silken fillets, her wavy hair caught up in a loose'knot.at the back of her neck.. Hearing' the cur tain rustle, she turned her head and smiled as her dark eyea.caughf sight of Daphne's smiling face peeping from among its folds. Kissing her kind; she pointed toward the court and sktbolrher seat at the fountain, approached, fol lowed by his friend. "According to tho cun, it should be midday, my Xantippe. I am hungry, If the midday meal is prepared, we will partake of it. Euclid, too, will bear us company." Daphne emiled maliciously at the thought that the philosopher and his pupil were likely this day at least to go hungry. Xantippe, however, blushed with shame. She arose from her seat trem bling, and standing with downcast head before her husband in faltering tones explained why the midday meal was not prepared. She had asked him hours ago for money to buy focd, but he had given her none. Euclid laughed jeeringh at her words, but Socrates replied mildly: Justice is one of tho chieftest virtues belonging to man. As I gave thee no money at thy request, the fault is mine. The next time, however, my Xantippe, when rdo not heed tby words, raise thy voice and continue speaking until" thou succeedest in attracting my attention. Let the evening meal, therefore, be pre- pared earner than usual. And-now -fetch us a vessel of wine, that we may continue our discourse with minds and bodies refreshed."' Xantippe's beautiful face cleared up at Socrates' quiet words. "Thou seest, " she whispered when she and Daphne were alone together again, "how kind and just he is." And she kept her husband's advice, to raise her voice while speaking to him, fixed firmly in her memory. The next daj, therefore, when Soc rates' turned a deaf ear to her request for money ho being at that time in earnest conversation with Daphne's hus band, Antisthonca sho raised her voice, as Blie had been bidden by him, and as ha still continued oblivious to her re quest she screamed, in a voice so shrill and loud that sho herself was startled at the sound of it, "Socrates, givo mo some money. The philosopher, disturbed nnd anx ious to continue his discourse with his friend, promptly complied with her demand. In a very few days, however, Soc rates' ears became accustomed to his wife's tones, shrill as they had grown. And Xantippe, on hor part, found it impossible accustomed as she was by this time to the high key necessary to make herself audible to her husband to lower her voice when speaking to 'others. Daphne therefore remarked complain- ingly to Xantippe's friends and her own: Aantippo s voice grows harsher and shriller every day. Not content with screaming at her philosopher, she begins now to scream at us." Xantippe soon found it necessary to ask Socrates for money to buy new gar ments. Whpn sho succeeded at last in making her husband understand what it was sho required, he 6hook his her.d doubtfully and answered: 'In my eyes, my Xantippe, thou rt beautiful and. lovely in thy present gar ments old and shabby though thev be. Beware of vanity, which is also a de mon. Xantippe, however, was not Kntisitud 'with this judgment of her husband. i'iii- lo3opher though he wns, concerning thf garment sho was wearing. Daphue, too. assured her that the robe was not ile to bo worn. When, therefore, Xantippe for a sec ond time, with tears and shrill upbraid ings, insisted on Socrates complying with her desire, the philosopher, to be rid of her, gave her three times as mneh money as she had asked for. And Xan tippe, overjoyed, was able to bay for herself, besides the coveted garments, a fillet of gold for her hair, and an arm let in the sbapo of a serpent, of an Egyp tian who sold jewelry in the bazar. From that day Xantippe's voice grew louder and louder, until her husband grew toBhudder at the very sound of ii. And not only Daphne, but soon all Athens all Greece all the world proclaimed Xantippe a scold and a shrew who, by her complaints and up- braidings, mude the life of her philoso pher husband a burden to him. FoorXantippo! Translated From tha German For Short Stories. Hyperbolical. Man of Fashion (reading in a newspa per that a villago schoolmaster had shot j head as a warning to the newcpBser'not . himself because he could not pay a debt . T m. 'f I M ar f ma TTTV ? f T to speak too lond. In the court, "regard less of tne sun's not rays, by the Jide of a fountain a lion's head, frets whose open mouth a. slender strermfegj water fell into a shallow basin twomesi were of 00 marks) Ridiculous! Why, if I were' to shoot myself for every 50 marks that I owe, I should be kept at it all the year round! Fliegende Blatter. Was it a dream? As I opened my eyes a strange spec tacle presented itself. In front of me was a scaffold supporting a guillotine. A man was pinioned, with hia neck resting on the block, the tall execution er standings ready to pull the cord and liberate tho shining blade that hung aloft. Around were grouped a priest and state officials dressed in French cos tumes of the last century. And the pale moon shed its somber light over all. In a moment I recollected that 1 must be in the chamber of horrors of Paul's waxwork exhibition. I was spending a week in town, sight seeing. The preceding day had oeen a very fatiguing one, but I had promised myself an evening at the waxworks, and I bad made arrangements for every other night during my short stay, so 1 went. There is nothing so tiring as an ex hibition, no matter what its character may be, and after walking up and down long galleries and climbing and de scending stairs for eevearl hours 1 was completely ' ' dead beat. ' ' Consequently, when I found a large block of wood an executioner's block, I have since as certained it to have been in a seclud ed corner of the chamber of horrors, 1 sat down to rest. I must have immediately fallen asleep and escaped the notice of the at tendants when they closed the building for tho night. When I awoke, the chamber was as still 83 a tomb, and bright moonlight, streaming in through the tall window, gave the place a weird and unearthly appearance as it fell on the hideous throng of the world's great criminals. I rose from my seat and glanced around. I am not a superstitious man. nor am I particularly nervous, but a queer sensation crept over me. Perhaps the night air was chilly. Perhaps I had taken cold. I must get out of the placo somehow. The moon was now hidden behind a bank of clouds, and the place became quito dark. I stretched out my hand, and it touched something. Ugh! Cold, liko tho flesh of a dead man! It was the face of one of that murderous crew. What a fool 1 wasl They were only wax figures. That was all, of course. 1 tried to laugh at my absurd situation, but the attempt was-a failure and left me moro uncomfortable than ever. Perhaps they were smiling at me in the darkness. Alisurd! How could wax fig ures smile? And yet suppose that the spirits of .these ovil men and women haunted their A. W ' A. . A W counieneiE-preseniinenre. iiivmg enm mals, it was said, could not resist re turning to the scenes of their crimed, and these mute statues were clothed in tho very garments in which the crimes had been committed garments from which the guilty stains had never been washed. What was that? I had taken hold of something made of cold metal. Horror! I felt it to be one of tho knives with which murder had been committed. I was behaving hko an idiot. I knew it, and I told myself so. But it was no use. I could not help wishing 1 were anywhere else. A vault or a crypt would bo cheerful compared with this horrible place. The very air seemed to smell of crime. 1 crept forward until I came to some steps. Perhaps this was the way out I went up and reached out into the darkness. A hand! A foot! A body kneeling! Great heavens! I had ascended the scaffold was tho one solitary livinsr being present at that awful mute mum mery going on in the darkness of the night." This sort of thing leads to madness," I told myself, as I crawled backward down tho stairs. But what was to be done? I must get out somehow, or my nerves would not stand the strain. Never until now had I realized how weak one's intellect really is. If any body had told me a few hours before that I had so much dormant imbecility in me, I should have been indignant. 1 am, moreover, an imaginative man, and imagination is a curse on such oc casions. However, I determined that I would not give way in this manner. Advanc ing in another dircetion, I was stopped by a wooden wall or partition. Just then the moon came out for a few mo ments, and I saw that I was looking in to a prisoner's dock. There, close in front of me, stood some of the men and women who dur ing the present century had become most notorious in crime. Their fea tures were, in a number of cases, famil-' iar to mo from old books and recent prints. I instantly recognized, among others, Burke and Hare, the former of whom was conticted in 1829 of a horrible series of murders on the evidence of his accomplice; James BloomSeld Rush, the Stanficld Hall murderer of 1848; Maria and George Manning, the two atrocious criminals of 1849; William Palmer, tho Rngeley poisoner of 1856, and William Fish, Catherine Wilson, Henry Wainwright, the Stauntons, Le froy and liipski of later dates. What a blood guilty assemblage with which to pas3 the night! How the crime of every individual seemed indelibly written on Ins face! One man's expression transfixed me. held me spellbound and filled me with loathing and horror. Who he was I did not know, but 1 could not take my eyes from his face. And when the nlace again grew dark I saw it still standing out alone in the surrounding gloom, with the suppressed grin of a cruel and unrelenting fiend. I hid my face in my hands. I threw myself on the floor until the vision slowly faded away, leaving me trem bling in every limb. I dare not get up nor open my eyes for fear that I should see it again. Suddenly a peculiar sound of jan gling and creaking fell on" my ears. , What could it be? It seemed to come from the corner of tho chamberwhere tne lratrnmenis - of torture were 'ar ranged for exhibition. The thumb screws, tongue pinchers, branding irons, masks and cinctures, the gressilon, the moltiere, the cubitoire all seemed to my excited imagination to be in move ment and rattling one against the other. Thoughts came into my mind of all the unspeakable agonies that had been inflicted by those diabolical inventions. This place would kill me. I felt I was going mad. Let me get free somehow anyhow! I sprang to my feet and rushed like a maniac in the darkness, striking, wildly at everything in my way in search for the door. Figure aft er figure I hurled to the ground as it came in my path. All at once I felt strong arms close around me! I was struggling madly for life with this terrible unseen some thing that held me by the throat and was strangling mo in the dark. I now saw again that fearful face! Was it that of my antagonist? I tried to cry i mn SPECIFIC CO., AUskta. Sa, our, due x was cnoKing. uraauauy x relaxed my hold, and everything be came a blank. "You have been very ill, George, dear, but you are better now." I looked around me. 1 was in a strange bedroom, and my sister Lucy was bending over me. I convinced her that it would be best for her to explain at once all that happened, for my terrible experience in tho darK cnamrjer now came back to me. She said that the night watchman. thinking he heard sounds in the cham ber of horrors, had descended to the place, when I immediately rsn into his arins in tho dark. In the struggle I had fainted. Brain fever followed, and I had narrowly escaped with my life. My address had been found in my pocket, and my friends communicated with. Tho peculiar sounds that" I had heard and exaggerated were doubtlesa produced by tho keys of the watchman as he unlocked the door of the chamber. London Tit-Bits. adage that there is no fool like an old fool. He fell a victim to love so late in life that, like mumps and measles, it attacked him with greater virulence than it would have done in his younger days. Tho girl, whom we will simply call Lilian, was a brunette of fascinating manners, but rather homely features. But if she satisfied Mr. Monson's no tions of an ideal woman no one else had a right to complain. She was still attending school, though past 31 years of age, and as fate would have it was boardinj in the same house as the pro fessor. It was observed by the landlady and her daughter that after Lilian's ad vent Mr. Monson was changed from his own self. He paid mora attention to his A LITTLE LOVE OF MINE. I know a clever little maid And sweet, who claim me for her knight, Apd I confess I'm half afraid She thinks whate'er I do Is right. The reason why 1 may not te!L She's five, whllo I am twenty-nine, And yet we lovo each other well. I and this little love of mine. She has a slender, lissom form. Brown oyes where trust and truth abide, A Cupid's mouth where fcisse3 swarm. Rose cheeks where dimples deftly hide, A smile she borrowed from tho skies In some rare hour of summer tiino That's swe;t or serious, glad or wise. As suits tliij little lovo of mine. Ia reine petite, ths little queen. Swift to fortfh-a as to command. Tho ilaintiost monarch ever seen Sho keeps I;er subjects well ia hand. Their happiness her "only task. i?h riilea by childhood'n right dlrine. Ami ricner I:ir.".ioci none may csk Than has this liltio love of mine. Tho boundary of her empiro lies In home'.-i fair walls; Eer wealth untold. The Jovelhj'jt in her mother's eyes A treasure greater far than gold. Aye, running over la her cup With love's most rare and costly wine. And she Shu guyly drinks it up. This charming little lovo of mine. Fresh be tho draft! I wish tho hours May bring her what she most may prize. Soft dewy dawns, and fragrant flowers. And light winds calling to the skies. But if my soul mij;ht win tho bliss To beg a boon from Father Timo Twould bo to leave her as sho is. This dainty little love of mine. Ross Deforrls In Youth's Companion. NIPPED IN THE BUD. When I was a boy, I attended a pub lic school In a New England town not many miles from tho Hub. The teacher of classics in that institution wa3 a man of the name of Virgil Monson. who was by birth and training a .Puritan, but one whom culture had somewhat liberalized, though he retained many prejudices of the average Yankee. In person he was short, heavy and thickset. His head wa3 dom.o shaped, but it appeared tome that his bumps of veneration and coinbativeness'had been unduly developed at the expense of the bumps of conjugal affection, which was sufficient explanation of the fact that he had not yet committed matrimony, though he had turned 35 at tho timo I first knew hiin. Whatever may have been his defects, I must do hiin the justice to say that his forehead was broad and high, sure sign of intellectuality; his noso of the Roman variety, which always indicates strength of character and tenacity of opinion, while his manner of compress ing his lips pointed not the less certain ly to his firmness, to which a square chin also contributed. His disposition was by no means lamblike, nor his temper equable, as his red hair what there was of it and red beard bore abundant testimony to the contrary. I grieve to say that much learning had made Mr. Monson not mad, but bald. The dome part of his head was wont to shine like the golden dome of tho state capitol in Boston, es pecially after the vigorous polishings he gave it in his toilet. A fringe of sandy hair surrounded the aforesaid bald sur face like the divercrinsr ravs of licht around the aurora borealis. Add to tho foregoing an excitable temperament, a quick and nervous man ner, a love of pedantic display, a fond ness for Greek and Latin roots and most of all for natural science, and you have a tolerably fair description of an interesting personality. It was our professor's habit to seek recreation in the woods durinir the in tervals of pedagogical labor, and there, amid the sighiugs of trees, tho singing of birds and the chirninzs of crickets. to combine his pnrsuit of "health with the study of natural science. After spending an afternoon in the fragrant seclusion of the forest ho would return with his pockets full of botanical and entomological specimens. Among the last may be mentioned caterpillars, moths, bntterflies and other denizens of the woods. His room was nest door to mine and had the appearance of a museum. There were numerous books, of course, on all sorts of subjects, ferneries, cabinets of minerals and chloroformed butterflies, suspicious bottles containing queer crea tures in all stages of alcoholic intoxica tion and aquaria containing living fish, toads, lizards and so on. Absorbed as he was in his duties at school, his favorite studies and pursuits, Mr. Monson had had little timo to think of matrimony, and though some design ing mammas had pressed tho question home to him his invariable renlv had been: "1 don't need a wife. I am happy enough as I am." This reply served as a wet blanket to the enthusiastic interest his lady ac quaintances entertained in his happi ness. Though his character and dispo sition were not such as to make him popular with the fair sex, still the few who knew him respected him, wondered at his prodigious learning, which he took no pains to conceal, and secretly laughed at his eccentricities and hob bies. ! Having evaded Cupid's darta so long and with .such signal success, no one supposed for a moment that bo would succumb at last to the charms of a coquettish country girl. Bat so it turned out. thus, nrovintr the truth of the old toilot than before, brushing his fringe of hair with unusual care and having his beard trimmed oftener than had been his wont. At the table he had al ternate fits of abstraction and loquacity. He lingered there as long as Lilian re mained and would, after a supper, fol low her to the sitting room, where he would talk to her by tho hour about some Greek poet or some natural phe nomenon. And when he showed her his various bogs, insects and reptiles, mak ing a running commentary on their pe culiarities, the landlady formed tho very natural conclusion that the profess or was badly "stuck." The girl was a splendid listener and flattered Mr. Monson's vanity by her attention rather than by words of praise. In abont three months the professor had wound himself in a net as complete ly as the silkworm in its cocoon. As he grew more persistent in his-sitten- tions tho girl became moro coquettish." She would be very kind one day and distant and hard to please the next, thus tormenting the very life out of him. At last, unable to bear the strain, ho determined to risk all by a test question. A favorable opportunity presented itself one night when everybody had retired and the twain were alone In tho parlor. What took place there had better bo told in the words of the young lady, who related the affair afterward to tho landlady's daughter, not knowing that I was listening and taking it all in. "Well," she said, "to begin from the beginning, yonr mother left the parlor as the clock struck 9, taking care to close the door after her. This embold ened him to draw his cbair closer to mine. 'Do you think one can be happier when married than single?' he asked. I replied that I didn't know, not having bad the experience of a married woman. " 'Well, don't you think so or be lieve so?' " 'Why, that depends on circum stances, Mr. Monson,' I answered. I know what was coming, all the time, but didn't want to show it. "uut ii mere is love mthe-'mar-ir riage, don't you think that thcro will be happiness?' At this point he seized my- hand and squeezed it until it fairly turned blue and said excitedly: " 'Then marry me, Miss Lilian. Ne man can lovo a woman more than I love you. Say but yes, and my very lifo ia at your disposal to do as youpleaso with it. Your happiness will bo my first con sideration. Here, on my knees, I ask you to grant my suit. ' "I turned mj face around to look at him, and, oh! what do you think? You can never guess. I laugh every timo I think of it. Ono of thoao nasty cater pillars had crept out of his pocket dur ing tho excitement and was making its way over his shoulder toward his collar. I nearly died with laughter at the com ical situation. Upon this he got very mad and excited beyond control, but he remained ou his knees the while. Said he: ' 'You are laughing at a very serious matter. You triflo with me. Is this tho way to treat tho proffered love of an . honest man ?' " 4 1 am sorry, Mr. Monson. I was not laughing at you, but at something else. ' "I bad barely finished saying that when that worm stood on tho poor man's Collar, and bracing its hind feet on it mado a grab for his hair with its front feet. The nasty thing was so com ical in all its movements that I laughed right out, making no attempt to con trol my merriment. Ho aroso from his knees. His faco was scarlet with rage. But as he turned the doorknob I com manded my risibilities enough to say to him: " Mr. Monson, I am very, very sorry for what has happened. I respect and esteem you as a friend, but I can never be your wife. But if yon don't want another girl to laugh at you the next time yon go a-courting you leave worms and bugs behind.' "By this time the caterpillar had reached hi3bald spot andfrom that ele vated perch was looking on the scene with placid enjoyment. Ho caught my eyes as they were bent toward the in truder, and just then, his excitement having subsided a littlo and no doubt feeling tho nasty thing on top of his head, bo caught it in his hand, crush ing tho poor worm at the same time. He then made a dart for tho stairs, go ing over three steps at a time. That is airthere was to this littlo romance of mine." 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