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THE RED CLOUD CHIEF.
BORIN WPRINGKK. Eds. aad Fm.
At the last.
Tfie stream la calnert wben it nesrt the tide.
And flowers are sweetest at the Tenttdt,
Acd birds most mnslcat at cloxe of day.
Acd saints dlrinest ben tbey pu awar.
Morning Is IjoIt. bit a boiler cbarra
Lies folded cloie In erenlng's robe of balm.
And weary man must eTer love ber best.
For morning calls to toll, bnt night to rest.
She comes from bearen, and on ber wings dotb
A bolr fragrance, like tbe breath of prayer;
Footsteps of angels follow In her trace.
To sbuttbe weary eyes of day la peace.
All things are bashed berore her as shetbrowa
O'er earth and sty ber mantle of repose;
There Is a calmer beauty and a power
That morning knows not, In tbe evening feoar.
Bo wben onr snn Is setting may we glide.
Like summer evening, down tbe golden tide;
A dpeave behind as, ax we pate away.
Sweet, starry twilight round oar nkeplng clay.
MBS. CIUESTERKllJLLvir FOLLY.
Poor little Mrs. Chesterfield! She had
been married only six short months.and
already h'jr hu3band was waning in his
devotion. Twice last month he had
spent his evenings at his club. To-night
he was at a supper, given him by his
bachelor friend?, and when she had
somewhat remonstrated with him, he
"You know I would rather be with
you, dear, but I could hardly refuse Hal
when he got the thing up for me. Run
over to your mother's, like a brave little
woman. Oneaf the bovs will brine vou
back home, fwon't stay late, I promise
Then, with a good-by kiss he was
Six months ago, could Mich a plea have
drawn him from her aide? Ah, how
happy had she been! how proud on her
bridal day of her splendid lover! how
timidly she had looked into his hand
some face, and for the first time called
him husband, wondering if every wife
was as gloriously content as she!
Then followed tho3e weeks of radiant
happiness when they two forgot the
world and all else, save that each exist
ed for the other, till the time approaced
for the home coming, and she found
awaiting her the prettiest house Will
could find, furnished throughout in ex
quisite taste by her indulgent father.
When she had kissed and thanked him,
did she dream beneath its roof ever to
shed oneftear, think one unhappy tho't?
But even now the blue eyes are wet, the
lashes are heavy with moisture, and her
lip trembles, when a knock at her door
disturbs the unpleasant tenor of her
A servant, entering in obedience to
her summons, bears a salver, and on it
a card, which he presents with a respect
ful bow. Upon the pasteboard is writ
ten, in a bold, characteristic hand, the
name 'Hale Raymond." Her first im
pulse is to oe excused, on plea of illness;
then a bright thought rushes into her
Tell the gentleman, James, I will be
wi-h him presently."
She has heard somewhere that hus
bands are apt to grow weary of their
homes, and seek elsewhere the excite
ment not obtainable in that pure atmos
phere, but that if the wives absent them
selves and indulge in a little quiet re
creation, it soon arouses their liege lords
to a sense of their duty. Well she knows
Will does not admire Hale Raymond
in face, treats him with polite cooln s
which be is too thorough a man of the
world not to see, but which he chooses
to ignore. However, he certainly can
not object to an evening call, and, if he
is not here to share his attentions, she is
So, hastily rising and standing before
tLe large Psyche mirror in.her dressing
room, she took from a boquet beside her
a tea rose and put it in her hair. Cer
tainly the glass reflected a vision which
any man might be proud to call his own.
Of medium height, with violet eyes,
shaded by long dark lashes, hair of that
rare auburn tint which turned to gold
in the sun's bright light, a mouth and
teth in exquisite perfection, a figure
beautifully moulded, draped in black
velvet, with a light tissue over dress
what wonder that, as she entered the
parlor, and Hale Raymond rose to greet
her, the regrets with which he met her
excuses for her husband's absence were
mere lip service.
But he notes, as she speaks, the fe
verish sparkle in her eye, the quick flush
upon her cheek, and resolves according
ly upon the plans of the siege.
"Though I an sorry not to see Mr
Chesterfield, I cannot but anticipate
with pleasure an hour's quiet chat alone
with you. But how comes it that I am
in such rare luck? What imperative
business has called your husband from
"I do not know if we may call a din
ner imperative business, but such is the
cause of Mr. Chesterfield's absence. It
was given him by one of his oldest
friends, and he, of course, could not de
cline the invitation."
"I suppose, noti as husband. As a lov
er, one manages, to escape such bores;
but then we are not sure of the prire,
and with the race all untried before us
we do not dare rest for a moment upon
.our oar. I presume when the goal is
reached the reaction sets in; but, unfor
tunately, I cannot speak- from experi
ence." "I imagine you are entirely to blame
for so lamentable a condition of af
fairs." "Not perhaps so entirely as you believe
me to be. When one watches in the
midst of a garden of exotics one Queen
Rose, fairer, more beautiful than any of
its sisters sees it ripen day by day, into
rnnre perfect sweetness, such loveliness
that one's own unworthiness teaches
him hesitation in approaching it, until
he wakens from his dream of hope to
and he has waited too long other fin
gers, rasher, bolder, have plucked the
flower from the stemthen is there left
only a faint fragrance perfuming the
air, filling Mm with the tortpre of the
'might have been.' Bat it is growlm
fw? TMbs of my.tory,3,C&ntri
field. Perhaps you can give its sequel.
Bowing low be left her, wondering at
his meaning. Could he have been so
bold as to have her understand literally
his words? How charming he was!
Not to be compared to Will, however.
The little wife's heart beat high with
pride and love for her gallant husband,
even though he had that one evening
"What, little wife, all alone ? Not sit
ting up for me, 1 hope? Did I not keep
my promise to come home early? The
fellows thought me wof ully shabby, but
I know in their hearts they all envied
"I did not know it was late. I have
had a very pleasant evening. Mr. Ray
-What, Hale Raymond? I am sor
ry I was not at home; not that I missed
anything, but because he is not the sort
of a man I care particularly to have my
wife receive alone."
"Indeed! I thought him charming!"
throwing an unusual emphasis into the
words, as she noted the Hush she sup
posed jealousy originated by Will Ches
An answer was upon his lip3, but he
checked it, as unworthy of him ; and re
counting the evening's sayings and do
ings to the little wife he so fondly loved
and of whose displeasure he little deem
ed himself the subject, he soon forgot
the irritation of the moment
Two months glided by, and scarcely
was Mrs. Chestei field alone ere she was
joined by Hale Raymond. Did she walk,
he seemed to spring from the ground;
did she drive, his horse would come ca
reering beside hercarriage.and he would
find time and opportunity to have with
her a few moments' quiet converse. Ey
er approaching forbidden themes, he
never transgressed openly, but slowly,
surely fought his way, as he hoped, into
tbe heart of the citadel.
Will," says Mrs.Chestsrfleld, one dayt
to her husband, "there is to be a masked
ball at the Academy next week. Will
you take me?"
"I am sorry, my darling, but I will be
out of town on that night; and, even
were I here, it is not the place where I
would care to see you."
With a pout the young wife turned
away, and the subject dropped.
"It is nothing to him now to refuse my
wishes," she thought. "Once he would
have postponed any engagement to grat
The day of the ball came. With a lov
ing kiss in the early morning.Will Ches
terfield bade his wife good by. Scarcely
had the door closed upon him than Mr.
Raymond was announced.
"I have come to ask you and Mr. Ches
terfield to join our party for the mas
querade to night Of course he will con
sent if wou will but ask him."
"Mr. Chesteifi-sld is unfortunately ab
sent so that 1 must decline."
"Indeed!" feigning the utmost sur
prise. "But surely you will not spend
the evening alone ? Mrs. Irving is going
to cfiaperone the party. We shall have
a box, and be perfectly to ourselves. No
one will recognize you. Do say you will
And so he pleaded, until, remember
ing her husband had not absolutely for
bidden her going, and knowing she could
readily assuage his displeasure, she gave
a somewhat reluctant consent, and with
his heart teating high with hopes of
what she never dreamed, Hale Raymond
But all that evening, surrounded by
mirth and fun, music and lights, uproar
and dancing, she wished herself a thou
sand times back to her own quiet home.
Between her and the revellers came the
vision of her husband's handsome face.
What would he say? Yet could he
blame her ? Had he not left .her alone ?
At last she could bear it no longer,
and whispering a few words to her es
cort, he arose, assisted her in her hasty
adieu, and went with her forth from the
din and glare into the calm, peaceful
'Will you walk or drive?"
"Oh, let us walk," she answered; and
gathering up her rich ball dress, and
slipping off her mask, she drank in, with
a sense of inexpressible relief, heaven's
At last her home was reached. Turn
ing, as the servant opened the door, to
say good by to her companion, she was
startled by the request
"It is early yet May I not come in ?
I have something 1 want particularly to
say to you."
She could scarcely refuse so trifling a
request, so preceded him into the draw
ing room. The room was in a shadow,
but as she turned to ask his meaning,
she started at the unusual pallor of his
"Are you ill?" she questioned.
"111? Would to God I were! Would
that torture of tbe body might teach
forgetf ulness of the mina's anguish!
Have yon not seen, all these weeks, how
I have loved you how I would dare all
things for some response? Ton must
havj known it all why, then, do you
give me that white face of untold hor
ror?" "Hush no more ! Yet I deserve it all.
You came to me with your flattery at a
time when I thought my husband wa
vering in hi devotion when I felt
foolishly grieved and injured, and meant
thus to show him an indifference equal
to his own, though never for a moment
did I feel it The glittering colors of
the snake fascinated me, and I was all
ignorant of the deadly sting they concealed.-
Leave me sir, and our paths
A glance at the cold, proud face warn
ed him of her meaning, and, with a
bitter smile of irony, he bowed himself
out of her presence and her life.
"Will! Will!" she sobbed when alone.
Then, as in answer to her cry, out
from the shadow came he whom she had
called, and taking her close into his
strong arms, ajfl, as he held har, tan
"It has all be$$ a. mistake darling, a
ift& lad trror for. W both, I did not
had forgotten my little wife was but a
child, and she has forgotten that some
times a husband must leave his home,
but that he leayes as its guard its most
priceless possession, a jewel which the
longer he wears grows more priceless
in his sight From to night he will start
afresh. The serpent has gone from our
Eden. My poor child! how you must
But in all her husband's tenderness,
Mrs. Chesterfield only feels the deeper
her remorse for her folly; i.nd when,
her head buried on his breast, she sob3
out her plea for forgiveness, she knows
already it is hers; but never, while she
lives, will she be tempted to indulge in
A Characteristic of Foe.
If I were suddenly asked to name
Poe's dominant intellectual character
istic, I should unhesitatingly answer a
passion for perfection ; and if I were
then asked to name the merely literary
qualities by which this is indicated, 1
should say his accuracy and his thor
oughness. I knowhowstrangeandeven
absurd this must sound to those who
think of Poe as a specimen of the moat
impulsive and irregular tyfte of genius
but I cannot help its strangeness, and
hope to prove its truth and to show the
special kind of perfection which it was
his constant endeavor to attain. Per
haps to those wnose acquaintance with
his work3 is not limited to "The Raven"
and half a dozen of his short tales, it
may hardly seem so very stiange after
all. It may, indeed, be said that when
this quality of Poe's intellectual tem
perament has once been seized hy the
critical perception, it seems so obvious
that the wonder is hew it could ever
have been missed.
It is like some new truth, which the
moment after its discovery appears so
familiar that we feel as if we had known
it all our life which harmonizes so en
tirely with our other mental acquisitions
that it is difficult to belie e it had not
some obscure place among our original
mental furniture. Poe's passion for per
fection manifests itself more or less
visibly in everything which he wrote;
its workings we clearly enough to be
seen in the compositions just mentioned,
and its existence might be inferred if
not proved from them alone. Most of
his short tales belong to the class of ar
tistic productions which painteiscall by
the name of "i:ct boilers," that i3, they
were produced to oupply immediate pe
cuniary necessity p, which were too
pressing to wait for the completion of
more elaborate work. And yet they
have about them nothing of the hasty,
careless, slapdash, pot boiler character.
They are planned as carefully and fin
ished as minutely as if their author had
been a rich literary amateur, with no
thing to do but to take care of his repu
tation. In the merest externals the
same spirit was manifested. He did not.
like Buffon, array himself in full dress
when he sat down to write, but the out
side garments of his thoughts, the char
acters in whicli they were traced upon
the paper, vere distinguished by such
singular beauty that a manuscript of
Poe is a veritable artistic treat His
handwriting is indeed so characteristic
that it is a real help to us in forming an
opinion of the man. The compliment
paid to its mere legibility in one of Gris
world's fictitious anecdotes, is a tine
specimen ot the art of damning with
faint praiae. Every letter is perfectly
formed, every word reveals its signifi
cance at a glance, every point is placed
as carefully as if Poe had been a He
brew scribe coppying the sacred law;
everywhere there is an exquisite sym
metry, and yet no handwriting was ever
less mechanical and formal, or more full
of individuality and significance. Thack
eray's caligraphy somewhat resembles
it, but in the manuscript of the English
novelist the mere prettiness of the pen
manship is in excess of the expressive
ness, while in that of Poe we seem to
get a glimpse of the real man. The
New Quarterly Magazine.
The Texas Prairies.
At the moment that you start west
ward on the Sunset route, the landscape
salutes you in all the loveliness of a
blossoming prairie in its first luxuriance
of green under the tender early sun.
The flowers are numberless. When you
have counted a couple of dczen varie
ties, you find you have only begun.
Here the painted-cup makes the great
reaches gay; here yellow indigo Btars
them, and presently lends them its col
or, leading away into the boundless ho
rizon a Field of the Cloth of Gold ; and
here it is scarlet with the scarlet phlox,
here blue with verbena; here the lilies,
with their long snowy filaments won
drously alive, whiten all tne windings
of an unseen brook; here, clothed in
the priceless small clover, and greener
than D rate's freshly broken emeralds,
beneath vast and hollow heavens, and
"molded in colossal calm," the naked
prairie rolls away, league after league,
unbroken to the gulf.
Oh, the glory of a Texas prairie under
a vertical sun! the light, the color, the
distance, the vast solitude and silence,
the limitless level, the everlasting rest!
A flock of white cranes rise flashing in
the light and soar away; a mirage lifts
the lofty timber that outlines a distant
river, and shows you the stream shin
ing beneath, shaking silver vapor on its
feet; in the creek beside you, fearless
blue ducks dip and dive and skim away,
scattering the water-drop3 ; a drove of
horses, rising from beds of sunflowers,
with flying manes and tails, go bound
ing into space; vast herds of cattle crop
the clover without lifting their heads as
you sweep by; riders are rounding up
their droves, hawks are hovering, birds
are singing, winds are blowing, and
what seemed only solitude and silence
is full of life and action and music
Now the forests of the Brazos begin to
rustle; cypress and magnolia, linden
and locust, ash and beech ard elm, hick
ory and hlack-ack, dense to darkness,
yet trembling with, dew and sun, Iaoed
with gay YlQ98. P. trumpet an.4 pataion
flowirfi and with hugs ropes q bio
m&4 WW W FB P (g tjtf,
thick with an undergrowth of dogwood
and redbud, wild peach and can?, and
their great dark live-oaks wrapped in
the fantastic shadows of a thousand
gray swaying cobwebs, and standing
weird, awful in their Drtiidical beard.
At The Baby-Show.
There were two fathers in the baby
show yesterday. No doubt there were
many fathers there, but there were only
two who had the hardihood to sit on the
platform and nurse babies. They were
both the unhappy parents of triplets.
1 One was a foreigner, coming from be-
j yond the Hudson, and the other was a
resident of the east side. Both seemed
"What are their names?" a vistor ask
ed of the father from New Jersey. His
wife sat on the next chair with a cherub
on her knee.
"What are their names?" said the
"This one is named Arabella Clemen
tina Joanna no, hold on. Thai's wrong.
This one is well, by George! 1 getthem
mixed up. Wife, just see if that baby
has a mole behind her ear. Yes ? Well,
then, this is Anna Maria Elizabeth.
That one she has is Sarah Clara Fanny.
That is little Arabella, in the cradle.
You can't think," apologetically, "how
hard it was to get names for them all at
"They're very nica triplets," said a
bystander, "and you ought to be very
proud of them. Are they all the same
Mrs. Triplet looked up in astonish
ment, but deigaed no reply.
Tbe other set of triplets are very small
so small that all three of them might
take a nap on a nillow, and leave plenty
of room besides for three little bottles
and a supply of tin rati lea. They are
orphans-in-law, their mother having
died when they wen? born.
A beautiful little baby with golden
hair lay in its mother's lap half asleep
An admiring crowd sLood before it.
"If I had such a bright little fellow as
that," said a young bachelor, "I should
call him George Wasnington. Look at
those eyes. There's high physical cour
age, if ever a pair of eye3 told of such a
thing. And look at that forehead. There's
true manliness, even in boyhood."
"No," said his companion, "there's
where you're wrong; there's where your
gigantic intellect dont come to your res
cue ;that boy is no more like George
Washington than you are: he's a young
Bonaparte ; he will be a short, stout de
termined man ; he will hive plenty of
courage, no doubt; but it will be the
quick dash to victory of Napoleon rather
than the tenacious push of Washington,
and you should call him Napoleon Bo
naparte." 4No doubt you would, young man,
the child's mother broke in. "That's
about all you young fellows know about
babies. This little girl's name is Mary."
New York Times.
The Land of Midian.
Alex andkj A.Oct. 29. Headers of the
Times will remember that last spring
C.ipt. Bui ton. the well known Eastern
traveler, made an expedition into the
Land of Midian, which lies to the south
east of the Gulf of Akaba, in the Ked
Sea. He was accompanied by a mining
engineer, M. Marie, and the two explor
ers came upon tracer, of extensive min
ing operations, the ruins of ancient
towns, and many other traces of a flour
ishing mining district. They brought
back specimens containing gold, silver,
copper, and other metals, and were mo3t
sanguine as to their discovery. Analy
sis of the rock tlmy brought back ha3
justified their expectation. It seems
really "a great find." Gastinel Bey, a
well known French chemist, has re
ported most favorably, and Capt. Burton
is now again in Egypt, preparing an
other expedition to Midian. He is now
determined to investigate thoroughly
that Biblical country, of which he only
got a superficial idea m his twenty-day
visit last spring. Concerning the copper
he has no doubt whatever, and reports
that tbe hills which contain it are only
ten miles from tbe coast. Silver he also
found in the sane Tange. But the gold
he brought back was taken from the
beds of torrents that came down from
mountains away in tbe interior. It was
in sufficient abundance to make him
eager to follew up the torrents to their
source, but time did not allow of fur
ther travel. His intention now is to
penetrate to these "golden hills," and
thoroughly satisfy himself as to their
nature and capabilities. He estimates
the distance under twenty days' march.
However this search for gold may turn
out, the existence of copper in abun
dance seems beyond doubt. The hills
are barely ten- miles from the sea, and
there is good anchorage and a tolerable
port within easy access. The "Viceroy
has already had offers of a royalty from
persons anxious to lorm companies for
the working of this mineral wealth.
The fact that the mines were worked in
times long gono by does not deter people.
Mechanical contrivances are so perfect
nowadays, that tbe working of a mine
to-day compares with the working in
old times much as the operation of a
steam plow compares with the scratch
ingot an Egyptian fellah's forked stick
The mines of Laurium are a signal in
stance, and the mines of Midian are
likely to be a fresh example of the su
perior mechanical power of the present
It is a curious fact that these mines
were known to the ancients so leng ago
as the time of Ramses J.IL, whose car
touche is inscribed on the Xeedle which
is on its way to England. In the Harris
Papyrus in the British Museum, the fol
lowing passage occurs (I give the trans
lation from the hyreoglyphics)
!, Ramses, have sent my Commis
sioners to the land of Akaba, to the
great mines of copper which are in place
there, and their ships were loaded with
coppers and others (the men) marching
on then; asses, jNobody had heard aince
the olden Eiugi that one had found
thtatminei Tba cargQfi wer coDDtr,
?a cargo wen by ayrlwi for thair
ships which went from there to Erypt ! There were a down boy andralf m parens from :h t of war. another
arrived happily. DicsharRe was made m:iny men. and among the latter ww a r.Uns editorial purasmrA n th ten
according to order under the pavilion of . philanthropist He said it was i burn- ;ortat teHrrapnlr nw3 which caci
brick of the King at ThetM of the ing sham- to torture a poor rat la that n. ar.-rr wai damrrg a nrr pUy
copper, numerous as frogs in the marsh, way. and he offered the boy with the m vin..rr.t jkwp, jwhr w revising
in quality equal to gold of the third de- , trap ten cents to let his prisoner go. j a thr ltns; arc mat .f arder. another
gree. admired by
m. admired by all the world as a mar-
velous thing." London Timts.
Kd neat ion.
We read an article a feu days ago in
relation to defects in our present system
of education, one of which was, that we
need more, of uractical tramin? in our
schools than now exist. This is a truth creatures tortured to death T Indignant
that experience, is proving more and remarked the philanthropist as he start
more every day. Our schools turn out j cd cff.
young men and women bv the hundred.
quired a thorough knowledge
different branches taught, he begins to
otMi- Ma rnaa i.n or.,11 nnf ,, r.
-.... ...w ..VV. ..,. ,.U.. v.. .. ....V ...W
-when in fac' he
fession he will pursue
medicine or divinity
13 not fit for either. That is the reason
whw ihnmimir i- mimI irirh mi i..
countnr is tilled with quacks In
e professions Thev mistook
e proiessions. ine mistooK
ling, and went so far astray n
rf?ti ,.i.u nMriH.f
all of the
their call in
their choice that, unable to nrovide for
thaniaalri thuir :t lauf l.-l, t f ,r
parents tit for nothing at all. Had such
voumr men been oroiwrlv taught in
school, and shown how to applv their
education, they would have been useful
memtars of the community, if not in the
several professions, in some mechanical
It is a crying shame that so many of
our young men are indisposed to learn
a trade. A false education has taught
them to believe that it is dishonorable
to be a mechanic, or at least, that it
is not high-toned. What consummate
folly I A thorough mechanic is as far
auove a Luncnng lawyer, a quacK uoc- i
-,i-. . x .I-.
toror illiterate preacher, as theemiuent
statesman is above the brawling pot -
house politician. There is many a young
man who, had he applied his education
to the development of mechanical geni-
it?, instead of to the mastery of legal
..... ... ,. . . .
subtleties, would have attained an emi
, . , ,, , .
nence among his fellow-men far above
tlia frinliati uriilo tlifit . gpnrmul liiu rtnr.
..; -rh. 1.,k f o S.
QHll. J.UO JUlllll Ui II1U LtMillUT llC
been put upon the wrong track. They
have been taught to lova too much that )
bastard aristocracy which invites pov- J
erty and disgrace, and the sooner rur
schools of learning take in hand to in- "
struct pupils how to apply the education '
they are acquiring and disabuse the i
mind as to the character of mechanical
pursuits, the sooner will the evil be cor
We know of a gentleman who long
served in Congress and is eminent as a
lawyer; when his son, having li ished j
his collegiate education, asked him what i
he should do, he replied, i
"My son, now go into a machine shop
and learn to be a machinist, and then
you will be fitted for the duties of life." (
The advice was followed, and that
oung man is next to a railroad presi
dent, and his mechanical genius, fully
developed as it was during the time he
served his apprenticeship, now is the
strong power that makes him "master
of the situation." That is what we call
1 applying education to a practical pur
pose. Education assisted in developing
a mechanical genius that, had the advice
not been followed, would have been giv
en to him by his Creator in vain.
There are thousands of others who
should go and do likewise.
No Fnn In Him.
One of the members of the Methodist
conference, recently held in Detroit,
allot whom have what is called a good man v dogs, and boys, ami club., ami . pus m.u.,. - "i"
education-tilted, as some sav, for tie yells permitted the rat to escape. He , by one. .ml lent pr,..' heoU cam
duties ot life, but the trouble is they do dodged this way and that till clear of I down from the rmttm; room. Tn
not know how to applv it. As soon as the crowd, and then he overtook the , the -cuiUns.Umn !. amUome of
a young man leaves soh-n and has ac- philantrupist, climbed his lep. and came the wntois saw artier whlrh uui curt
Mich., was out for a walk at an early fifteen feet high and have larger bones I peaehes like an old top"r." Thure was a
hour one morning, and while on How- with one or two exception, than any j look atttrangt; mingling of disguat,s.ul
ard street he encountered a strapping livinganimal. Altogether the tmilding f ness and dismay cuim over Mr. Gree
big fellow who was drawing a wagon ' an(1 It3 contents are worthy the honor j ley's face, and mournfully nay I rig. -What
to the blacksmith's shop,
"Catch hold here and help me down to
the shap with this wagon, and I'll buy
the whisky," called the fellow.
"I : ever drink," solemnly replied the
"Well you can take a c;g ir."
"I never smoke."
The man dropped the wsg3n-tongue,
looked hard at the member, and ask
gd 'Don't you chew?"
"No, sir," was the decided reply.
You must get mighty lonesome,"
mused the teamster.
"I guess I'm all right; I feel firstrate."
I'll bet you even that I can lay you on
your bsck," remarked the teamster.
"Come now. let's warm up a little."
ul never bet"
"Well, let's take each other down for
fun, then. You are as big as I am, and '
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Til give you the under hold.'
-I never have any fun,'
answered the member.
Well. I am going to tackle you any-
wav. Here we g)."
The teamster slid up and endeavored
get a neck-hold, but he had only just I
immpnRM) tn fnoi ahont when h wa
commenced to fool about when he was
lifted clear off the grass and slammed
against a tree-box with such force that
he grasped half a dczen times before he
could get his breath.
"Now you keep away from me! ' ex
claimed the minister, picking up his
"Bust me if I don't," replied the team
ster, as he edged off. "Wat's the use in
lying, and saying you didn't have any
fun in you, when you'er chuck ful of
it! Blame it! you wanted to break my
neck, didn't you? You just hang n
round here about five minutes, yeu old
Texan, and I'll bring on a feller who'll
cave in your head."
-I never hang," said the minister, as
he sauntered off; and the teamster lean
ed upon his waon and mused.
Why Do We Laoga?
When a boy appears on the street with
a rat in a trap, with four or Eve terrier
dogs aching to get hold of the sinful
rodent, even a man in a hurry to call the
doctor would halt fur just a minute.
Festerdiy morning just meb a picture
wa prai! oa Majorat? atagti
"Ten cents Pconlemptu mlyexclaiin-
' ed the hid. "d'ye spM I'd !? worth
of fun for ten eents "
"Hut it's wr.iinsi the cries of mercy
to kill that rat," protested the citizen.
"Git the docs around here," command
ed the toy.
"I won't stand here and see oneofGod3
Too many cooks spoil in oroiu. i eo
I coat and vest. Six dogs tried to follow
I him. and ten bovs were waving their
I clubs around and screaming like Pawn-
' es. When the philanthropist realized
- the situation he made for a Ire-box.
rubbed his back once are twice against
wl " " "" "lc '" -
' . sorted to climb over the fence, fell
back on e walk, an l lie was eMm.
' to citch a street-G.ir when some one call-
1 tO llilll tO t:lk Off lib CtUtS.
movw! thein' Htul lha Usrrifwl nit "1
. i,ll tlie J-w of ,leath- As lhe ""-
l,,roPist was getting it W Kf
ments he wanted to know what the.
crowd wits laughing at, and one of the
boys replied .
"I though it was fun to see a school
teacher lick thirteen boys at once, but
this leats it clear into Canada ! Cracky !
Uul didn't your eyes hang out when
you galloped across the bows of that
New York's NfwMuwum.
The American Museum of Natural
History, on the corner of Seventy-sev-
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mill otroait inwl Kfnliln !ivmt N.U
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lie Dec. 10, at which time President
l Haves and his cabinet will bo urgent
to inaugerato it. It was intended to
open it at an earlier date, but the rre.s-
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' ident was unable to attend lefore the
date now set, and it was postjoned ac-
cordingly. The building is a mag
I tiiliiutit r
nilicent one, live stories high, and cost
ing $750,000, and has accommodations
for the exhibition of specimens illtts-
nf ti.m to a iieau sion Liween me ihm man . -- - .-
W V. I
trating all branches of natural history, j of anv kind, neither malt, wine, or nplr
On the. upper floor aro rooms open for ita. He did not kiiow the taste of plr
the public, with microscopes and other J it's and would not nae them, even m
instruments necessary for study and a J iiiidicines. In thMunu? of forty yearn
choice library of standard authorities i that we knew him lnlimalel, we never
! for consultation, while a number of
j o her rooms on the same li or are fur-
nished with geological surveys of the
various States of the Un.on. A large
number of valuable collections have
already been secured at very low
coat, including the Hall collection of
fossils, woith SlfiO.OOO. and for which
tG." ooo were paid, which includes a p t
feet fossil head of the ichlhjosatirus,
which is so well preserved ttiat the eye
ball, five inches in diameter, is plainly
seen ; the I)e Morgan collection of an
tiquities from the glacial drift of
France; the Maj. Join's collection of
Indian antiquities, from Georgia, in
cluding all the articles, weapons, etc , ot
the Mound-builders, the Porto Itico
collection of antiquities, tnd many
others of equal rarity and value. There
is also a Mammoth, purchased from I him with the question. -Printer (all his
Prof. Ward, of Rochester, which stands old associates called him Printer), what
twenty-five feet high and has tusks . are you eating?" "Something g-o-o-d
curving to the right and left that are ! answered Mr. Greeley, with that icu
fifteen in length, one of which would liar drawling out of the last word, that
be a heavy load for a horse, and several i was a habit when hu was particularly
specimens of gigantic and now extinct sati-fled. "Well," continued f'leve, "you
I Australian birds, the Moa, which stonus
which President Hayes has consented
to bestow ujon it.
In a Newspaper Office.
A little tin box shot up and down a
wooden shaft in the middle of the room
into which rolls of manuscript wre put '
by an office boy, who ruslud from desk
to desk and gathered the sheets as they
came from the writers' hands. From
time to time a very nervous, sharp
voiced, imperative gentleman, in a very
much soiled linen duster, c died to one
or the other of the workers, and gave
orders which would have been quite
unintelligible to a layman, who might
have mistaken the establishment for a
slaughter house when he heard a pale
faced little gentleman requested to '
"make a paragraph of the Pore," "cut
down Anna Dickinson." -double lea1
General Grant," "put a minion cap head
nn Potor f1ru-irwr " ntu "rw.il itm-n tl.
on Teter Cooper, and "boil down the
Evangelical Alliance," But making a
paragraph of the PopesimnlvaDDlied to
tne corop1331011 of some new3 concern-
1U UID1 Outo tu,lt space; uie minion
MP neau 1Dlenaeu ror tne venerable
Philanthropist meant the kind of type
to be used in the title af a 3peech or lee
tureof his; and boiling down and cat-; a quarter of a mthj from where we
ting down were two technicalities ex-1 campwl at Yem Saghrx Desolation and
pressing condensation. The gentleman rum appeared along the whole way.
in tbe linen duster was the night editor The remains of formerly prosperous ril
in charge, the despot of the hour, and eat which it war. impossible to pitch
the intermediary between the writers k even near, rippling mountain,
and printers, the lat'er being on Uie . breams iu whieb opt horses refused to
floor above, and the little tin box In the drink, the howling of wolves around us
shaft communicating with them.
By 3 o'clock the last line of copy must
be in the printers' bands, and from mid
night until that time a newspaper office
in the editorial department is In a state '
of nervous intensity and activity for
which I can imagine no paralkL j
The smoke from the cigars and pipes
rolled up to the ceiling, and then pens
sped over the pages of manuscript pa
per. The writers bent to their work
with tremendous earnestness and con
centration; there was not one of them
who had written less than a column of
matter that night, and some were clos
ing two and three column artic!es,which
contained nex rly as many words as rive
pages of Marptft Magatiw. Ihvj
were pale and cx worn. Oaf of tfctoi
wu baling ao4 9HfdiMf Wa d
m tnuncrMw: hi tJuwjraptiic noun
f a sjc-xrh on ti iniUtwn f th" c:-
reu.) . another w iut:iti the Onfealn;
tocv5 upn n ! k jutavtl arttoin
Tttteiuu-.; a )et in U Fnwh A.-
semMjr and anothrr mm KvtaKt-il In thn
dcrtjtiow of ivvjtchl rer. Tr sa!1
Un Ixtx in Uw hnft tojunred up and
iovn tnoce frequnttlijr. And the alscbl
editor 1 cftimi' wore ncrvxt and imper
ative than ertw. m irw.1firttra of the Ws
clo k oo tlv wall went tvyotnl i. Th
the .stroke of a r. or reduce! from
columns to paragraphsin on account
, of unimportance, but .imply l-cus
there I-, niwiivn n -u.perrtmtr of rnnUrr.
j contrary to the uuo..ru notion tWAl
the editors grmt d.in:i'ly is to flU his
, , rn , ,., ' .
t l"ce-ai.d u . mtUincw .
paragraph wen. n mlly mittl
i s i
room for itr.r.vl,.et.l nu that
.u.d in tiue mtlawtn oven thn
later. Teh grams were ull coming In
at "J.., but snm after that hour one
j dispatch brought the wonls "giwl night,"
j and that mear.t the rlitn. The ulghl
editor and li sasttai.l now disappeared
into the rmpOln rooms, where they
temulu-sl to iiM-rinteiMl the making up
of the form, and the men at the dfnks
prejutre.l to leave, or throw Itieiuselvrn
hack in their chairs for a that and some
more smoke -1'. . HUUinj, in JItr
Truth Ah.itit Hornre. Greeley.
The philosopher ot the Tribune was a
Hre.it Kurm.tml. not an epicure, and
woit'd eat m seaou and out of iteasou.
lt vet p. -ned his paUte. Am1 this
I although he w-.u a profowAed (Iruliumlte,
or a lel.ever In a vejtetablo and cereal
diet. We have liiowu htm to walk ae-.
' etal blocks fur a loaf of Craimm bread.
u l.lcl) he uottld ci.sume wtth an ac
, comptuimetit of two d 7"tt large frirl
oysters, am! to eat a midmht meal of
heafsteak and hot buttervd biscuit. Ui.it
the Kentucky giant or a hulf-civtU7M
ostrich would have .iluuuk Irom.
Hut Mr. Greeley never drunk lltutr
but once knew of his tasting anything
i that contained liquor.-, and then he did
; it unwittingly. For years tt hiul U-eti
his custom to eat his Thanksgiving din-
( ner at the house of a lady friend who
hail brought with her from her native
Yeimoiit the tia lltional New ICiiKland
eiiitoin of celebra'ing Thanksgiving
j The late Henry .1. Hvjmond and .lohn
; F. Cleveland (Mr. GreleVit brother in
law), also now de eusxl, were generally
among ttie giteits. On one of thuse oc
j ciLsiolii plate.i of brandy peat-he were
j placed for earh gueit. Greeley. itnndttiE
nil III) ceremoii), lat d of the Jarhes,
' and finding them p.dataMe'iuirkly h.n
M)sed of the allotted p rttfc, and was
, handing up his plalo for nuothor sup
! ply. when Cleveland, who was on the
opposite aide ot the table. Interrupted
have jmt been gobbling down brandy
, im you fJl that lor.' he tiualieu
aside the rqhsuiMhed plate, ;ud the
, grxtifiel palate wan hastily ch-arisM
j with a iKitinteous draught of Croton
Vi e are confident that never before thaW
had Mr. Greeley known the taite of In-
toxciting liquor, and we are equally
( confident tha.n;ver after either know
ingly or inad verier tly did he use it In
any shape whatever. We know that
1 ever after, when at his usual visit, he.
was particular to ask: "Mother S
have you been poisoning these peach
with that infernal brandy? i
The Vale of ll(t&.
War has m idelheonc beautiful Vale,
of Itnes, and neighboring valleys south
" l,,e S-hipka Pass, a deert filled with
horror-. A correspondent of the Ion
lun Timtx writes: "All the way from
l-'chipka to Venl S-ighra. at which piac
we took the mil. the air ia pointed H
the remains of the killed. The bodies of
men, women.and children are to be met
wit ln all stages of decomposition at
wc iuao.3iue?, m 'necornueias ana zar-
u. e oamts or streams, and in
lh hedn of rivul-ti. Some hundred
were choking Uie shallow river within
at night, brought down from the moun
tains earlier than usual by thr horrid
feasts prepared for them (the largest I
lr ve ever sen lay dead, evidently re
cently shot, by the side of the road) no
ldT from Yeni Sagbra, and. worse, the
occasional shrieks or human bins. fol-
lowed by solitary ride reports, which
made one shudder more than the damp
night air all these sights and sounds
went to form one great terrible phan
tasmagoria, which none of us are likely
to live long enough to remember withV
Mrs. Charlotte Simth is President of
the Island Club, of Chicago, a society
composed cf women J Minwiists, for Uw
purpoje of eacouragias aad promoting
the profeajlori of. JQuriuUsai .ftmotuf
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