TWO WALK TOGETHER
Bar with roe kindly, comrade,
The way tojyou is bright;
The path of duty stretching ont,
Int-Sear, straight lines of light.
Yonr heart is young, your vision Keen
The goal yem plainly see;
Bear with me -kindly, comrade
It is not so with me. ,
Too frail to walk lside thee,
I lag some steps behind;
And the narrow f-teps so plain to you
1 cannot always find,
lly ey-s too dim to reach the goal,
JSVe Iut the nearer tomb;
Thou hast themorning glory,
But I tiie nightshade's gloom.
Yet we may walk together;
If we but, "be cgreed,"
To have one hope, one 'nith, one aim.
One Helper in oir need.
J?is love can make strong souls like yoa
And faulterers such as I-
Walk pracefully together here.
And rest together by-and-by.
THE DEATH TRAP.
EY LUCY M. HOOPER.
I.
Few persons who were in Paris n
Jsew Year's Day, 1885, but ret . ; a
a vivid recollection of its horror-'.
The evening closed in mild and tn n
quil, but the night was full of per: !
About 11 o'clock a fine drizzling ri h
Bet in that froze as it fell, and cov
ered the whole of the vast city with
a sheet of ice as smooth as a min or,
on which neither man or beast could
stand erect nor walk with safety.
The festivities of the season hnd
called a great many persons i'nni
their homes on that-evening, and ! he
miseries of those who found tl c;n
f?elves forced to traverse distae;cs
without the aid of a conveyance an
readily be imagined, for the ca! .; en
all struck work and went ne.
. Ladies in evening dress, whit'.- tip
pers and opera cloaks were to !.;: ;cea
clinging to railings and lamp-:. ---sts,
and weeping in very helplcsrs-3.s of
terror, unable to stir a step. Hordes
lay moaning with fractured limbs on
the glassy roadway, and men slip
ped and tottered and fell, so ie re
viving injuries from which they never
recovered.
I had been dining with an old
college friend. It had been a bache
lor party, and a merry one; and
it was past 12 o'clock when we
broke up. Of course there was a
shout of dismay Iromthe whole party,
some dozen in all, when we discov
ered the condition of the stiret; but.
there was no help lor us. We could
not all go back to quarter ctirselves
on our host in his small, bachelor
lodgings, and so we set oil' on our
different ways. To make matters
fc-orse our host lived on the leit hand
of the Seine, not far from tw Luxem
bourg Gardens, so that most, ot us
were at an interminable distance
from home. I myself was slopping
at the Hotel de France, on the Hue
St. ilonore, three miles off.
One other of the parl y had to go
there also. He was a handsome
young fellow from the provinces,
named Gustav Veron who had,
as 1 heard fromanotl.wor: he guests,
lately inherited a good jYh'i of mon
ey, and has come up 1o IV. to see
life. I could hardly claim him even
ns an acquaintance, .or we had met
that evening for the firs-t time. As
we went out into the street, he ask
ed to what quarter of Paris I was
going; and on learning my destina
tion, cried:
"Well, I'm going a stom-'s throw
Irom there, so come, and we will w alk
together."
He was not only in Tail evening
dress like the rest ot us but in a
very elaborate one. His low, open
Test showed a shirt front of
fabulous fineness, w hereon glit
tered three diamond tuds, each
tone of no inconsiderable size, and
of the purest water. Four buttons,
also ot diamonds, closed ins vest, and
he wore on the litt e t:n.ver of his left
band a handsome solitaire. I
thought all this rather bad taste;
but he seemed like a thoroughly
good fellow, and his manners were
certainly very interest m r. We got
along pretty well for about half an
hour, slipping and sliding and stumb
ling about, and t lieu, lading. At last
, my companion slipped and fell again,
and when he strove to rise, sank
back, uttering a stirh'e-l groan.
"Have you hurt yourself?" I
asked, anxiously, assisting him to
rise.
He fell back with another groan.
"I fear that my knee ia injured," he
eaid. "I can hardly stand."
With difficulty 1 got him at last on
his feet. But every step he took gave
him pain. Of course 1 could not go
off and leave him alone. Meantime,
not a human being was in sight.
"Where are we?" he asked,, faintly.
I made mv way to the nearest
corner, and read the name of the
street."
"The Rue de Kislay," I replied,
coming back.
"I have not the least idea where
we are," ho said. "I never heard of
that street."
By this time I was feeling pretty
well exhausted. I began to be thor
oughly discouraged.
"Our best plan," I said, "is to
look for some hotel where we can
pass the night. It is of no use try
ing to go any farther. There is not
a vehicle of any sort to be had."
"You are right. But where can
we find a hotel?"
As he spoke,, a man in a blouse,
with a pipe in his mouth, swung him
self under the shadow of an archway
near by.
"If these gentlemen wish, I can
show them a hotel close by," he said
in a civil tono.
"Do so, and we will giye you five
francs for your pains," cried Ver
onge, impulsively. "We are strangers
in Paris, you see, and 1 have not an
idea which way to turn."
"Ah, monsieur is a stranger in
Paris? Will monsieur lean on me?
The httel is not far off not five steps
distant, in fact."
It was very near. A little farther,
ji truth, than pur officious friend
had stated, but wtiJl just around the
nearest corner.
It was an ancient-looking, white
washed building, standing back from
the street, with a small garden in
front of it. .Ko name was painted
across the front of the house, as is
usual with Parisian hotels. Only a
red lamp, with the word, "Hotel"
on it in black letters, was set in an
iron framework projecting above
the door.
We paid enr conductor, who sham
bled down the street, after casting a
last glance at the glittering studs
and vest buttons which Veronge dis
played as he threw back his overcoat
In order to get out the money.
A sleepy-looking old woman in a
calico short gown and petticoat, and
with a yellow silk handkerchief tied
about her head answered our sum
mons at the door of the little hotel.
"Oh, yes, you can have rooms cer
tainly, though the house is very full.
Monsieur has hurt his knee, has he?
Then monsieur shall have the ground
floor room, of course. The other
monsieur I must pray to mount to
the third floor."
"Could we not have rooms togeth
er? suggested Yeronge.
"Impossible! Quite impossible!"
The old woman was wide awake by
this time, and very energetic. "In
fact, the two rooms . I have offered
are the last that are left, for the
house has a good name, though it is
small."
While talking she had lighted a
couple of candles and preceded us
along a narrow passageway at the
end of whichwasadoor, whichsheun
locked and threw open with a flour
ish. "You see, you could not bo better
lodged in the Grand Hotel."
The room looked comfortable. It
was long and narrow. There was
one window at the left-hand side as
we entered. The bed stood in an
alcove draped with hangings of
green moreen. The window was
protected outside by a massive iron
grating, such as is usually employed
on ground-floor windows in France.
I advanced to this window, and, hold
ing my candle aloft, peered out into
the darkness. I could see that it
opened into a sort of narrow yard,
terminated by a high bland wall.
The old woman, troubling herself
very little about my scrutiny of the
premises, was engaged meanwhile in
lighting the fire, which was laid all
ready for the match in the little grate.
When our old conductress had got
the fire well under way she rose and
testified her intention of accompany
ing me at once to the room destined
for me. It was up three flights ol
stairs, but was snug and comfortable
enough, though rather small. The
old woman lit my fire, as she had
done that of Veronge, and then went
back to bed.
Tired as I was, I had no notion of go
ing to sleep without paying a last
visit to Veronge, to see if he needed my
help in undressing. So, merely wait
ing to pull off my overcoat and rain
soaked boots, I went downstairs
again.
I found Veronge sitting by the fire,
and nursing his aching knee with a
very dismal expression of counten
ance. He brightened up at once
when he saw me enter, and became,
in spite of his pa in, quite chatty and
confidential. When I rose to retire,
which 1 did in about half an hour,
feeling wofully tired, he would not
hear of my departure.
"Sit down," he cried; "sit still for a '
while; 'tis only 2 o'clock, and I have
such a. story to tell you."
So down I sat, and lit a cigar, while
Veronge plunged into some inter
minable history of college scrapes
and adventures. The arm-chair in
which I sat was soft and comforta
ble, the fire gave out a drowsy heat,
the story was stupid, and in fifteen
minutes I was fast asleep.
ir.
It seemed to me that I had just
lost consciousness, when I was sud
denly awakened by a terrible shriek,
a cry as if for help, with which it ap
peared to be my own name was
mingled. I started bolt upright,
wide-awake in an instant. All around
was still. The candle was extinguish
ed, but the room was lighted by the
ruddy glow of the fire in the grate.
So profound was the silence that the
patter of the rain against the window-panes
was distinctly audible.
Veronge was nowhere to be seen.
"Veronge!" I called in a half whis
per, not wishing to wake him were he
sleeping, "have you gone to bed?"
There was no answer. I stretched
myself, yawned, and took a look at
the clock.
"Half past 3," I muttered. I must
have been dreaming. I had best get
to bed as fast and as quietly as pos
sible. I had no idea that I had slept
eo long."
I took up my candle and essayed
to light it at the fire. As I did so it
struck me that the room was strange
ly, unnaturally quiet; not a sound,
not even that of heavy breathing,
betrayed the presence of the sleeper
in the alcove. That horrid cry, too,
was still rincring in my ears, so I re
solved that I would take one glance
at my friend to satisfy myself as to
his well-doing.
"He might have the nightmare," I
thought; and so it will be a Charity
to arouse him.
So I advanced'to the alcove, lifted
the curtain and looked in. There
was no one there. The bed was in
disorder, the covering tossed aside
and the pillow pushed away, but it
was untenanted. The alcove was
small; there was barely room in it
for the bed, a small washstand and
a little night table, so that I saw the
whole extent of it at a glance. For
the moment I did not expect that
anything was wrong. I thought
that Veronge, like the mere boy ho
was, had hidden away somewhere to
give me a fright and had then cried
out to awaken me.
"Veronge," I called impatiently,
"come out here. WThere are you?"
There was no reply;
Repressing a growing feeling of an
noyance, I set to work at once to in
vestigate every corner of the room.
My task was a short oue. Veronge
was no where to be discovered. Yet
there lay his clothes. How could he,
undressed and lame, have quitted the
room? A sudden thought strck me.
"Poor fellow!" I thought;" he must
be walking in his sleep."
With that idea I advanced to the
door and endeavored to open it. To
my amazement I found that tha in
side bolt was shut. It was evident
that Veronge had quitted the room
Yet, where was he? He could not
have gotten out of the iron-grated
window, and the room had but a sin
gle door. Ah, the bed under the
bed? I had not looked there. Doubt
less he was lying tnere and chuckling
over my perplexity.
"Ah, the rascal!" I said to my
self. 1 have him now!"
I advanced to the bed, lifted the
valance of green moreen, and found
that the bedstead was a sort of solid
box that continued to the floor, so
that there was, technically speaking
no "under the bed" at all.
I was now completely bewildered.
Of course any species of foul play
seemed out of the question: The
bolted door and barred window
seemed to settle that matter, so far
as the entrance of any male actor
was concerned. Yet, if no one could
get in how could Veronge have got
out? And if he had not quitted the
room, where was he? Could anyone
have gotten in by a secret entrance
while we slept? With that idea I
started to investigate the walls.
Two sides of the wall were of course
accounted for, as outside of one lay
the passageway, and on the other the
open yard. I carefully examinee! the
wall opposite the door. All solid and
smooth there; no trace of an opening
anywhere. Then I proceeded to the
alcove. Here I found rather more
difficulty, as the heavy bed-curtains
were considerably in my way. But I
managed to satisfy myself that the
wall at each end of the bed was all
right.
Next I turned my attention to the
wall at the opposite side of the bed.
To investigate that I was forced to
lean across the bed; so I knelt upon
the edge of the bed, and to steady
myself I leaned my weight on the cen
ter ot the bed. As I leaned my weight
on the bed it gave way suddenly be
neath my hands. A rush of cold,
noisome air streamed upward to my
nostrils, and had I not clutched at
the bedpost with my other hand I
should have inevitably lost my bal
ance and have plunged headforemost
into some horrible abyss. Yes, the
bed opened downward in the middle.
I had solved the riddle of my poor
friend's fate.
I staggered backward, heartsick
with amazement and dismay. It was
some moments before I recovered my
self sufficiently to continue my ex
amination of the hideous trap into
which I had so nearly fallen. It
needed some minutes' repose to
enable me to proceed in my
investigations. When I did so I was
amazed at the horrible simplicity of
the whole contrivance. The bed it
self, instead of being a solid mattress,
was merely two enshioned doors, fit
ting close together in the center and
held ti5 by some strong springs, such
as serve to close the doors of public
buildings or stores. A certain amount
of pressure was necessary to force
open these divisions. Each side was
covered smoothly with linen, and so
closely did the two divisions fit that
a glance would have revealed noth
ing unusual about the appearance of
the bed. It merely looked like one of
those mattresses which are made with
a division in the center.
I carefull3' pressed the door open
and peered, down into the depth thus
revealed. The same cold, damp air
that I had noticed before rushed up
into my face, redolent of the chill
mouldness of the cellar. I listened
Not a sound was heard lrom below.
I dared make no farther examina
tion. Who could tell what unseen
eyes might be watching my every
movement, what hidden ears might
be alert to catch the slightest sound
that might suspicion or detection?
At first I thought of tying a cord to
my candle and of lowering it down
into the abyss, but I abandoned the
project almost as soon as I conceiv
ed it.
Poor Veronge was dead? Of that
there could be no doubt. The fiends
who planned that murder trap were
not likely to leave their work half
finished. All that was left to me now
was to avenge his fate; that is, if I
did not share it.
in.
I sat down to meditate over my
course of action, and collect my scat
tered thoughts. My first impulse was
to escape from the house at once. But
how was such a feat possible? The
window of the room was securely
closed with Iron bars. Moreover, if
I did succeed in forcing out the grat
ing, I should find myself in a narrow
yard, enclosed on all sides by a high
wall. Any attempt to leave the
house by the door would of course
arouse the suspicions of the inmates,
who were doubtless on the alert.
But one course remained to me, and
that was to return as stealthily as
possible to the room assigned to me,
there to await the arrival of the hour
at which I could quit the premises
without exciting suspicion.
I came to this resolve after much
deliberation. I extinguished my
candle, crept softly and stealthy
along the passage and up the stairs,
which seemed to my excited fancy to
shake, quiver and creak at every step
that I took. But I gained my room
unmolested, bolted myself in securely,
and throwing myself on the bed with
out undressing I awaited the ap
proach of morning.
Oh, the long, long hours! How in
terminable they were, and how slow
ly they were passed! How often the
squeak of a mouse in t he wainscot
ing, or the snapping of a coal in the
grate clilled the blood in my veins
and paralized me with terror! Often
too, I would drop asleep, only to
start awake the next moment with
the death-shriek of Veronge ringing
in my ears. I thought that the
night would never end. At last the
window slowly grew a glimmering
square; the pale light of dawn showed
me the shape of things about me,
and the friendly morning peered in
upon me once more. Yet I did not
dare to arise and go forth at once. I
must linger still until my hour of ris
ing would be sufficiently late to be
tray neither compromising knowl
edge nor inquietude.
At last, about 8 o'clock, I got
up from my comfortless couch,
adjusted the disorder of my
dress, bustling as I did so
about the room, with a great pre
tense at making a finished toilet,
and whistling a merry tune. Then I
rang my bell, ordered the usual
CmhaIi nn.U Kraakfast Of a Toll fiTvl
a cup of coffee, and asked for my roll
to be sent at the same time. The
coffee was brought by the same old
woman who had admitted Veronga
and myself the night before
"The friend of monsieur left about
half an hour ago," sha said as she
set down the trav. "He Jeft no mes
sage for monsieur.
KWnrif Howns no friend of miuo.
I met him accidentally in the street
last night," was my reply, given in
as gay and careless a tone as I could
well assume ' , ' ,
"Indeed! Well, his knee hurt him
and he could not sleep; so he sent
Jean for a cab. nnd went off soon
after davbreak this morning."
I made no answer, but continued
to crumble my bread and stir my
roffee with pretended indifference. As
soon as the old hag had quitted tho
room I emptied the contents of the
coffee-cup out of my window, put a
bit of roll in my pocket, and prepared
to go.
No one offered any opposition to
my departure, but it was not till I
found myself fairly in the open street
that I ventured to draw my breath
freely. The ice was melted from thet
pavements, and I had no difficulty in
finding a cab. I hailed the first one
1 saw passing, jumped in, and cried
to the driver:
"To the Prefecture of Police at
once, as fast as you can drive!"
Then, as the carriage started, I fell
clown in the bottom of it in a dead
faint.
An hour later the accursed den and
its inmates were in the bands of the'
police. The latter comprised the old
woman, a man who seemed to be the
proprietor (who was no other than
the man who had accosted Veronge
and myself the night before, and who
had guided us to the house), and two
young aud showy-looking females,
who, as I afterward learned, were the
decoy ducks of the establishment.
Guided by me, 1 he able and intelli
gent chief-of-police made a thorough
invesigation of the murderous ap
paratus of the ground floor, bedroom.
How He Got a Start.
From the Man About Town in the Star.
A tall, portly man, with a homely
but expressive face and a pronounced
Scotch accent, was chatting with
some friends in the Fifth Avenue lob
by. I recognized him as Hon. John
H. Leeds of Connecticut, and was re
minded of the occurrence that gave
him his first start in life. Thirtv
years ago he was a poor boy 'earning
a mere pittance, lo-day fie is rich, j
has 'nit a wide swath in politics, has !
much to say in Connecticut affairs,
and lives in a fine mansion at New
Haven. When a lad he discovered ,
some tramps endeavoring to wreck a j
train on the New York & New Haven j
road, in a spirit of revenge for hav-
ing been thrown from a train. They ;
had heaped up a number of railroad
ties on the track, just before a fast
express from Boston was due. At
the point where the obstruction was
placed the train would be going at
lull speed, and half a hundred feet
ahead was the bank of a river. If
the express struck the pile of ties it
would certainly have been derailed,
and, plowing ahead, would have gone
down into the river.
Young Leeds knew the train was
due in. a very few minutes when he
discovered the tramps at work. Ho
could not attack them single-handed,
neither had ho time to remove the
big ties if he succeeded by any divice
in scaring them .away. So he ran to
meet the approaching express, wav
ing his red shirt. The train was
stopped in time and a purse was
raised for young Leeds and the
tramps were captured. Leeds was
given employment in the railroad
company s office and a life pass on
the road. He rose rapidly by honest
endeavor, has held many public
offices of trust, and served in the
Assembly for several terms.
m
Shot Off His Companion's Gun
Barrel.
I was hunting quail near Reidsville,
N. C, six years ago, with S. S. Har
ris and James Play, of that town.
Harris and myself were walking side
by side, when two birds were flushed
at the same time. Harris was on
my left and fired at the bird on my
right, I firing at the one on his left.
Thus cross firing, both fired simul
taneously. Harris killed his bird, but I did not.
Harris said my powder was not
good. We walked on about thirty
paces, when Harris lowered his gun
to extract the empty shell. Sudden
ly he exclaimed:
"Look! the end of my gun barrels
have bursted off.
We examined them and found they
were not bursted, but I had shot
them off as smothly as if they had
been corn stalks when they fired.
We walked back to the spot and
found five inches of his gun barrels
l3'ing there. I have one of the pieces
now and will mail it to Judge Gilder
sleeve if desired. This is an iron
truth nothing fishy about it. If you
desire reference I refer you to Mr.
George Cary Eggleston. Cor. New
York Evening World.
School Teachers.
If every new girl who is introduced
as a school teachers should be "drop
ped" by the board when she proves
to be a failure, we would soon have
no teachers, or good ones at least.
It is strange, but a fact, that, as us
ual, the girls who, for from two to
three years, seem utterly hopeless,
finally become the best in the staff,
while on the other hand, those who
start out most promising, too often
becomes worthless. While the Nor
mal school lays a good foundation,
it does not finish a teacher in fact,
"making a teacher" only commences
when she makes her debut in the
school room. The superintendent's
staff and her principal watch, in
struct, and discipline her, for
three to four years, when she is a
thorough, reliable teacher, and then
she goes oft and marries, generally.
The surest way for a man to have
greatness thrust on him is to get
himself lost in Africa.
A BATTLE-FIELD JOKE.
A Man Must be Killed When He
Says He Is.
Only this week I was reading Gen.
Doubleday's story of Gettysburg1, and
the day before I had seen tho old gen
eral on tho street, says a writer in the
New York Star. His presence in New
York and his book combine to recall to
my mind a very practical joke that
was played upon him at Gettysburg by
Capt Joe Parker, of Gen. Hancock's
staff. Cob Billy Wilson and Jots
Parker were Gen. Hancock's pets.
They were both younsr, full of mischief,
and only saw the ludicrous side of
everything, no matter how serious.
In the very white heat of tho battle
on Cemetery bill, July 3, 1863, Gen.
Hancock was severely wounded, and
Capt Parker immediately rode off to
find Gen. Doubleday, who was the sen
ior division commander, and put him
in command of the second corps. He
found Doubleday sitting under a big
tree. He saluted him quickly, and said:
"Gen. Doubleday, Gen. Hancock has
been seriously wounded and you will
Just at that moment, before he had
time to finish the sentence, "assume
command of tho corps," a shell burst
directly over the general. The shock
half stunned him, and he fell over, ex
claiming: "Oh, I am killed! I am killed!"
Capt. Parker couldn't resist this op
portunity for a joke, and he rode off
rapidly in search of Gen. Gibbon. He
found him and reported to him that
Doubleday had been killed and Han
cock had been wounded, and that he
has to take command of the corps.
The news spread rapidly that Double
day was dead, and Capt. Parker so re
ported to Gen. Hancock. A few hours
later a railroad train containing Han
cock, his staff, and a number of wound
ed officers was moving toward Balti
more. Hancock was lying on a stretch
er suffering intensely, but his mind and
sympathy went out toward his division
commanders and his o the ''officers who
were dead or wounded.
"It's too bad about poor Doubleday's
death," said, he to a wounded officer
sitting near him, who was shot in the
arm.
"Doubleday isn't dead," replied the
officer. "I saw him in command of
the corps after you were wounded and
two hours before I left the field."
"Why, Joe Parker told m3 that he
was killed," replied Hancock.
Parker, who was in the front car
with the boys having fun, was immedi
ately summoned lie appeared before
Hancock, who said:
"Capt. Parker, didn't you tell mo
that Gen. Doubleday was killed?"
"Certainly I did," replied Joe. "He
told me he was, nnd what the devil
else was I to do but to take his word
for it ?"
Despise the suffering in the car there
was a hearty laugh, and Parker went
back to his companions. As he closed
the car door he heard Hancock re
mark: "That boy will never see anything
serious in the most serious things of
this life."
Poor Joe Parker and his counterpart,
Col. Wilson, are both dead, while the
old general of whom Gen. Hancock
told this amusing siory walks along
Broadway app irently as healthy and
hearty as a man of 50.
Rosa Eonheur's Cros3.
Rosa Bonheur, the great animal
painter, wears the cross of the Legion
of Honor, and M. Rene Peyrol, her
brother-in-law, now tells us how the
distinction was gained. The empress
asked for it for the artist, but the re
quest could not be granted. The cross
had never been given to a woman, and
the ministers protested against a pre
cedent. But tho empress bided her
time till the following year, when, dur
ing the absence of the emperor in
Algeria, she acted as regent. One
morning a servant hurriedly entered
Rosa Bonheur's studio with the an
nouncement that the empress was be
low. In another minute she wit in
the studio borrowing a pin from one. of
her ladies. The empress then khsed
the artist, who, glancing down, saw
the cross of the Legion of Honneur
pinned on her breast.
Cat-Killer
'Cat-killers" are not numerous, but
the few who monopolize tho trade
make a great deal of money out of it.
They walk through Paris about mid
night, with a sack and a couple of ter
riers, and when they catch sight of a
stray puss off go the dogs, who seldom
return to their master without their
prize. Their skins are sold to furriers
and their flesh to tho keepers of eating
houses in the suburbs, where "rabbit
stew" is a favorite dish. But for stew
ed rabbit one likes to be satisfied that
a bunny had been sacrificed, so tho
workmen who delight in this dainty
require to see a rabbit's head as a
proof of the bonna fides of tho dish.
This would puzzle an ordinary individ
ual, but the "cat-killer" is a genius
and a Frenchman, and is not so easily
disposed cf. He also deals in rabbit
skins, and has an arrangement with
the cooks in tho neighborhood to let
him have the heads at the same time
as the skins of the rabbits, for his pen
ny or two. By this ingenious method
he is enabled to send out to his custom
ers two or three cat's bodies mi nus
the tails, with each rabbit's head, and
one more dainty dish is added to the
Parisian menu and eight or ten shil
lings to the well-filled purse of the ox
terminator of the feline race. The
French capital harbors the largest
number of cats of any city in tho world
in proportion to its size. Whole col
onies of them are to be found in the
vicinity of the markets, where they
feed on broken victuals and make in
cessant war on tho rats.
' Succe39 V3. Failure.
Being successful in business is a con
stant worry that thoso who owe will
not pay you; failure in business is a
constant worry that those you owe will
demand payment Atchison Globa.
MILLIONS OF DEVILS.
One Hundred Imps to Every Per
son, According to Mormon Doc
trine. If the children of Utah bellevo the
teachings of Wilford Woodruff, the
successor of Brigham Young and
John Taylor in the presidency of tho
mormon church, lifo must present a
gloomy outlook to their youthful eyes,
with small hope of salvation at the
end; for it is the deliberate calculation
of this aged teacher that each person
now upon the earth is individually
beset by 100 devils, whose mission it
is to betray him into torment. It is a
matter of simple arithmetic: 100,000,
000,000 devils fell to the earth with
Lucifer; there are 1,000,000,000 on tho
earth, which gives 100 imps to every
man, woman and child.
"Now, I want all our boy3 and girls,"
said President Woodruff recently to
the mormon children, "to reflect upon
this and to see what danger they are
in and the warfare they have to pass
through."
President Woodruff has an abiding
belief that these agents of ' Satan have
an actual form and can appear in the
body before tho eyes of men, for ho
had seen them and battled with them
more than once during his eventful
career. When in Liverpool in 1840,
engaged in missionary work for tho
mormon church, ho was called upon
to bibor over a woman who was in a
terrible iage, tearing her clothes and
requiring the strength of three men to
hold her in bed. He laid hands upon
her and commanded tho devil to de
part, which it did, and the woman fell
into a sleep and awoke restored. But
the devil who had lost his lodging re
mained about in the neighborhood and
soon took up his quarters in tho body
of a little child. The missionary was
again appealed to.
"1 found it," ho relates, "in great
distress, writhing in its mother's arms,
laid hands upon it and cast the devil
out of it, and the evil spirits hnd no
power over the household afterward."
Foolod the Fhysic:an3.
Tho Providence joke on the doctors
is similar but much better than the
Garfield one was, because it did not
result fatally. In this case the man
was shot in the abdomen, and the doc
tors, after cutting and probing as deep
as they dared, declared that the ball
could not be reached, and tho best they
could do would be to make tho man as
comfortable as possible until he died.
He lingered along, trying hard to die ac
cording to instructions uutii tho wife,
who was the nurse, learned that the
ball was still in him. Then she stam
meringly announced that on tho day
after he was wounded she had found
the b ill in the bed where he lay, it
having apparently been shaken out of
a superficial wound, and had thrown it
into the siovc. The melted metal was
rescued from the lire, and when tho
wounded man saw it he began to re
cover at once, and the doctors say it is
right that he should. Waterbury
American.
The Clothing of Eabies.
Although I own that children art
now more sensibly clothed than was
the case thirty years ago, it is still
common to see an infant, who can
take no exercise to warm himself,
wearing a low-necked, short-sleeved,
short-coated dress in the coldest
weather. The two parts of the body
viz., the upper portion of the chest
and the lower portion of the abdomen
which it is .nost important to keep
from variation of temperature, are ex
posed, and the child is rendered liable
to colds, coughs and lung diseases on
the one hand, and the bowel complaint
on the other. What little there is of
the dress is chiefly composed of open
work and embroidery, so that there is
about as much warmth in it as in a
wire sieve, and the socks accompany
ing such a dress are of cold white cot
ton, exposing a cruel length of blue
and red leg. I cannot 6ee the beauty
of a pair of livid blue legs, and would,
much rather behold them comfortably
clad in a pair of stockings. If the
beauty lie in the shape of the leg, that
shape will be displayed to as much ad
vantage in a pair of stockings; if it lie
in the coloring of the flesh, beautiful
coloring will not be obtained by leav
ing the leg bare; and, from tho artistic
point of view, a blue or red stocking is
indefinitely preferable to a blue and
red leg. Jessie O. Waller in Popular
Science Weekly.
She Arbitrated.
"Are you going to striko, ma?"
asked tho little boy as he tremblingly
gazed upon the uplifted shingle.
"That's just what I'm going to do."
"Can't we arbitrate, ma, before you
strike?" "I'm just going to arbitrate,"
she said, as the shingle descended and
raised a cloud of dust from the seat of
a pair of pantaloons. "I am just going
to arbitrate, my son, and this shingle
is the board of arbitration."
Wanted a Rebate.
A teacher of a private school not far
from New Haven was called upon to
deduct something from a bill for a
child's tuition. The parent asserted
that the child had been absent a great
deal on account of sickness, and for
other reasons. Finally, as a clincher,
tho thrifty patron of tho institution
added: "Not only has Johnny been
away many days, but ho hasn't been
on hand at 9 o'clock in the morning
threo days in the week, and you know
it" New Haven Palladium.
The llikado.
The real Mikado of Japan is thus
described by an English traveler who
saw him recently on the Shindbaya, a
race course atTokio : "lie sat with a
table in front of him, covored with a
rich silk cloth. He is a dark oomplex
ioned man, with more stubbly black
hair about his face than ia generally
worn by the Japanese. The Mikado
does not generally show himself in
public, but be b very fond of horse
racing."
WASHINGTON, J
The Now State That Looks Across
tho Paclflo for Asian Com
merce. Tho future of tho new state' of Wash
ington lies in China, Japan und Corc.i.
Its present is assured. Tho nev,
civilization in the world gaze- ue-o
tho Pacific into the face of th ? oldest
and offers its trado for tho riches of an
empire. Toward tho sotting sin f,JO
people of Washington look for tu,.u.
future wealth. Tho Asiatic eo i-t i,n.
ports yearly $300,000,000 of goods, :m.l
tho greater part of this trade is mnv
absorbed by England. Hut natural
laws will make this traflic drift to nur
Pacific co ist Tho saving in distarmj.
is alone decisive in favor of America.
Asiatics buy canned goods, cheap rot
ton, flour, moat, lumber, rgrieultural
implements and other mechanical de
vices. These are the things itv which
America defies competition, and thso
ire tho things that Tucomannd S.-attle,
tho two great ports of Washington,
expect to send across tho Pacific. 1
is a tremendous bid that this new ;
is making for a market which not ui
England but all Europe will strug'e
against losing. If Washington
cecds tho gain will bo that of the whoio
United States. New England a.l
Pennsylvania are as much intoiv-tod
in her success as aro tho Wet and
Northwest. Tho richness of the pri,v
may involve unimaginod complie tion
not only with Europe, but with Aia in
such ways as to alter materially o u
prcsont diplomatic relations. In truth
the ro seems more future histo-y oi
international concern wrapped up ia
the confines of this American Mediter
ranean Puget's Sound than anyuii.r
daro gucss at.
But it will b.3 long before o!' im
Washington becomes a country of
crops. Tho timber that over ; it will
givo its people their chief nv:in- of
support for at least a century. Th"
trees aro enormous. A Washington
lumberman sent to San Francisco 1
year a beam -'I inches thick and L',j
feet long. The beam was oriyinai'.y
190 feet long, but it had to bo cut o i
account of troublo in transportation.
Thero is a vessel in Paget Sound 1JJ
feet long, built of timbers ruim;!.
from stem to stern, and not one -ed.
Spars for shipyards on the Clyd
are cut here. Masts arts sent to I'.n
land, Franco, North Africa and Sm 4:i
ish and Southern America. It is said
that during the forest fires of the j a-i
summer enough timber has b;cu ,
cd in Washington to pay' otT ha if tu
national debt. Yet this gigantic lo.s .
was not felt, oven to increasing the
value of what was left. Washiicm'oa
claims to have I'O.OOO.IUO acres ti" tim
ber land.
But lumber is not life so'.o wea!-!,
Washington. The substruclui '
country is a coal formation aitva ;
profitably worked in between lift t
and twenty places. Some of the co il
is so fino and hard as to hi call i
anthracite. Some of it i bitumiu n
and some is classed as lignite. Sum j
or ineso coats win cotco admirably,
which means that it is almost worth its
weight in gold in 6melters. Jirgo
bodies of iron ore are found In tho
Cascade Mountains. In Eastern Wash
ington it is claimed that the wheat and
corn producing soil is rich and abun
dant. With natural resources such as
these, the new state of Washington re
gards itself as rich in its own rijht.
without rerrard to tho future of its
commerce.
The Namo "America."
Amerigo Vespucci had no part in 'he
bestowal of his name on the new world.
It was the act of a body of learned me!.
Columbus always belioved that tho
country he had discovered was a part
of Asia; but the discerning and com
prehensive mind of Vespucci thought
differently; ho belioved it to be a .-cm-
arate continent . . His written descrip
tion of the country, its people, clinri'.e,
and productions convinced the le irn - i
men of Europe that his views were cor
rect Artificial Teeth.
The finest artificial teeth are ra ie
of the best ivory, but the great major
ity of false masticators now in its are
simply pieces of specially prepare i
hard porcelain. The following U euo
of tho pi ocesses adopted lor their man
ufacture: Fino calcined or roa.-'v I
quartz powder, well-ground flour-sjar.
china clay and a very little oxide of tin
aro very intimately mixed and ground
together, and afterward made into a
soft paste with water. This pa.-to i
poured into moulds of various idiiiS an t
sizes of teeth, aud allowed to set. l i e
plastic grinders are then trair-fe :::. I
to a furnace, where they aro 'v.ue i''
that is. half-baked or hari-ne ...
When this has been done they are cov
ered with an enamel male of pa-te o.'
spar and quartz, and finally su!j" ;
to an intanso heat until they arc ; ".
cicntly baked, when they are reawy fur
tho deutist Surgical Beportcr.
Absent-Minded.
There is a man in Weymouth, M;i"..
who is a little absent-minded. Oa
day he was going to Ilingham for a
load of hay and intended to get a
on on Pleasant street Ho carried hi
fork in one hand and led tho horse with h
the other, passed by the wagon ind f
walked to that town. He hitched hLs
horse and spoko to a man about stow
ing the hay. Tho assistant nskel
where tho wagon was. Tho words bo
uttered were: "For heaven's sake, have
I left that wagon at home?11 He start
ed back after it and when ho was on
the top of Fort Hill ho discovered that
ho had left his horso hitched in Iling
ham. Boston Globe.
Perfectly Healthy.
"Is this house healthy?" said a pros
pective tenant to the real-estato raaa.
'Healthy? Well, I should say.'1
"You speak very positively?"
"Yes, 1 have a right to. The family
In it had the small-pox from the father
to the youngest baby, and not one o
them died."
