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"I liOVB VOtl, DKAn."
She looked nt him with quick uur-
prise,
She looked nt him with tear-brimracd
CJC8,
Her tight-closed hnnd no motion shap
ed, No word her curling lips escaped.
HI eyes were bright, his, voice was
clear;
Be only said: "I lovo you, dear!"
Her eyes were deep with anger's hue,
They softened Into tender blue;
The haughty curro her Up forsook;
Her hand lay open on her book.
Then as he spoke he drew more near,
And Mid again: "I love you, dear!"
Whero sweet lovo dwells wrath can
not stay;
Her smiles chased all the tears away.
She looked at him, "Ah, do not fear,
I too, can say, I love you, dear!' "
His smile replied "Our hearts are
near."
131s words were still: "1 lovo you,
dear!"
Ahl when the fire of anger burns,
And all life's sweet to bitter turns,
When eyes are flashing, lips close set,
Prepared to storm and to regret:
Then happy we If Great Heart near
Have strength to say: "I love you,
dear I"
i "OUR OWN FOLKS." j
Mrs. Montague wan the mother of
thirteen children, all grown up ex
cepting the two youngest, and aar
rled and settled within visiting dis
tance of the old homestead. Mr. Mon
tague seemed like one of the ld patri
archs when the children and grandinll
dren all came home to Tbanksgivlug;
and Mrs. Montague was addressed by
the minister when ho called as "a
mother In Israel."
The Montagues were very well off
now. Mr. Montague had for years
been adding acre to acre and field to
field; but he and his wife had begun
poor, and there was as much differ
ence in the bringing up of their oldest
son and their youngest one as If they
had belonged to different families.
There were three sons born before i years went on ns years do, and while
there was a daughter In the house; j every new requisition upon Mrs. Mon
consequcntly the oldest boy from hlB ! tnguo was freely granted and In her
remembrance had, been kent at work
both In doors nnd out. "When he was
only three years old," his mother satd,
"I used to tio Nelson into a little low
rocking chair and give him the baby
to hold. He cheerily sang "Do ra do
ra' and was a happy child." But his
etrong 'healthy parents little realised
how the child Nelson dreamed at night
of rocking the baby and was still at
work even while he slept. Ills par
ents never seamed to realize that his
little legs could get tired, running here
and there on errands all over the farm
and all over the house, There was al
ways so much to be done on a New
England farm. i -- .-
Mr. and Mrs. Montague were always
up early and late. There were the
jCOWB to milk, the butter and cheese
to be made, plowing, planting, baying,
harvesting; then .vhen winter came
though there were plenty of apples
end potatoes In the collar, with corn
and nuta In the attic, there was plenty
of work still. The wood to be got up
and chopped, the apples to be pared
and dried, spinning to be done, nnd a
pile of stockings to be knit for the
many little feet that kept omulng to
elr home.
As one of the girls said, long after
ward, when relating an incident of
her girlhood: "I went to our neigh
bor Blo8Hom's and took ihe haliy with
me; I do not remember which, there
always was one." She met a young
man at this nclghbors's houas who ac
companied her part of the way home
and carried the baby. That yjuug man
she afterward married. And his part
of the story waB: "Ethel looked bo
matronly with that sweet child In her
arms that I wanted ti pnpoKe nt
once." I
Little Nelson bad none of Uio leisure
moments that generally lads of his
age enjoy. The farm Mouse wns by
no means furnished with modern con
veniences. Nelson had wood and wa-'
ter to bring from a distance for his
mother, who not only did the house
work for all the family, but nlso cut
and made by hand all 'he garments
that were worn by them; though she
did not spin nnd weave nnd dye the
cloth, ns her mother nad done, and bo
her tnsks were, accordingly, consider
ed light by contrast. In those days
there were no sewing machines heard
of. Thus the winter iveuings as well
as the summer dnys witnessed no Idle
moments.
Early In his young life there was a
little rake provided for Nelson, who
thought it very manly to rake after
the cart; and his father boasted that
bis little boy saved him 75 cents per
day In hay time. The consequence of
all this was that their oldest son giew
up hardy and tough, though his growth
was checked by overwork. Ills par
ents saw too late that they bad kept
him, when almost a baby, turning tho
grindstone, picking up apples nnd po
tatoes, and while yet a growing lad
had expected a man's constant hard
labor from him, their first-born: but
with their Industrious habits s.nd nm-
. J . v i
bltlon to get on In the world, they had
not realized that tho uncomplaining
child was being stunted in his growth.
But it was far different with his
youngest brother, who was more than
twenty years his junior. Little Eben
had no younger brother to care for at
home and at school. His evenings
"were free to read the Juvenile publi
cations that were abundantly supplied,
and plenty of such books as never en
tered the house while Nelson was at
home; for NelBon had married young,
ana naa now a nome of his own, out
was still a hard-working man. Laugh
ingly he often said: "I must have
been born on Saturday. To work hurd J
for a living has been my lot"
Later, Eben, the youngest, was sent ,
to college. After having had the ben
efit of a classical education he studied
for a profession, but ultimately be
came a teacher in e high school, where
hit life work was Appreciated by par
ents and pupils. Nelson was proud of
of his young brother, and never man
ifested a particle of envy that so
much more had been done for Eben
than for himself. Memories were his
of the hardships of his parents, and
he was glad that It had been his priv
ilege to be nn assistant to them In
their early struggles.
Some members of the Montague fam
ily had married poor, and, with little
families growing up around them, they
often came home asking "mother" for
this or that that was lying unused
about the old home and which would
be of great convenience to them. The
mother always gave freely and cheer
fully, and encouraged their asking;
yet, from force of habit, she almost
Invariably said: "Yes, you can have
it; but If you wasn't our own folks
you'd not get It." Or, "I suppose, be
ing our own folks, you must have it."
The children understood their moth
er's favorite expression, and hardly
heard it; at least it made no Impres
sion upon them to prevent their asking
for other things, ns, Indeed, she bad
no desire that it should.
When Mary, the oldest daughter,
was married, the Montagues were not
as well off ns they were later. Hut
things had accumulated In the house,
for Mr. Montague had his peculiarity
as well as ids wife, and his habit was
to attend auctions vendue It was then
called generally, a French word mean
ing sale, or sold off, and pronounced
by them vandu. From such sales Mr.
Montague brought home many unnec
essary articles, of which they already
had duplicates In the house; but in
stead of scolding hor husband's wast
ing money, Mrs. Montague selected
the best of the many articles and
put them away, wisely nodding her
head and saying to herself, "This will
do for Mnry to begin with."
Mrs. Montague had married young
and took It for granted thnt her child
ren would do the same. When Mnry
was married and needed a "Betting
out," what with the taxes to pay and
the carpenters who were building him
n new barn, Mr. Montague had little
ready money. However, for all prac
tical purposes, Mary had a plentiful
outUt from home. Still, though her
mother parted with a few things that
she herself needed, she was constant
ly telling the nplghbors bb they came
In, of her empty house and saying, In
her loud, cheerful tones; "Mary hns
Just robbed me; "but then she would
ndd: "Well, well, you know, Mary's
our own folks."
In due time the old cradle was
brought down out of the garret, for
mnry s urst uauy, ana then again It
was all for "our own folks." The
heart she felt It a privilege to give,
still the ungracious words fell from
her lips, "I suppose you must have it
as you arc our own foks."
Grandchildren nnd great grandchild
ren ent at the Montague board, nnd
reverently nnd heartily Mr. Montague
an old man now, thanked the All-Father
for the blessing of long life and
prosperity and ihe many olive plants
about the tnble. Mrs. Montague
though past the threescore years and
10 that David enjoyed life, still re
mained mistress of her own home
and dispensed the sweet charities of
life. Often and again she sent a poor
neighbor Into her pantry nnd bade her
help herself and take a share home to
the children; and mnny a child re
members with grown-up pleasure the
apples he was sure to be welcomed to
on Mrs. Montague's back porch. Per
early habltB of Industry, acquired
when It was necessary to economize,
were still one feature of her dally
life; nnd though later generations
might smile nt her thrift, not unfre
qneutly were they glad to nvall them
selves of the results of her Industry
nnd economy.
But all at once the springs of life,
seemed dry; nnd, ns her husband truly
said, "Wire seems to have lost her
grip on life." The old family physi
cian was summoned. "Really," said
he, "you seem like a clock Just about
run down."
"Yes," feebly responded Mrs. Mon
tague; "and I did not send for you to
wind up the old clock, my life Is about
over. I've had a long nnd busy life;
but now I'm going to die, and never
thought anything about dying before.
I sent for you not to doctor me, but
to tell me nbout dying'
"Oh," mentally exclaimed the old
physician, "no sooner hnd 1 come to
years of discretion than I thought
j nbout dying and settled the matter to
my satisfaction." It was such a Bur
prise -to. the" doctor that any one could
live to old age and never think About
dying, in tho dying world, that at
first he made no response. But Mrs.
Montague did not notice; for she wns
too busy with her own thoughts, new
thoughts about dying.
Tho doctor also asked himself be
fore speaking; "Why did she not send
for the minister?" But, nt Inst, nfter
somo preliminary observations, he
quoted the beautiful passage that hns
comforted so many dying beds, "For
God so loved the world thnt He gnve
His only begotten Sou that whosoever
belleveth in Him should not perish,
but have everlasting life,"
The physician felt sure thnt the In
vnlld had saving faith lu Christ as
the Son of God. our Saviour, But she
had said that she had never thought
nbout dying, nnd he could not freely
express such thoughts, so he repented
the fourth verse of the 23rd Tsnlm:
"Though 1 walk through the valley of
death, I will fear no evil; for Thou nrt
with me; Thy rod nnd Thy 6tnff they
co.rort !?e-
t lmvo lonrnpii snirt Mm Mnntnmia
"on that staff all my days, and trust
In God has held me up; but now It is
n matter of dying that I have come
to, and what shall I do?"
sum trust." rPRnniuifxi tiiA tvfnr.
She looked at him with unsatisfied
and questioning eyes though she did
not speak. "Theoretically," mused
the doctor, "but practically, practi
cally!" and he asked for a prayer book
and read the beautiful prayer for the
sick beginning: "O God, whose dnys
nre without end, nnd whose mercies
cannot be numbered, make us, we be- ,
seech Thee, deeply sensible of the i
shortness and uncertainty of hninnn I
life."
After a little he took up a Testa
ment printed in large type that was
on a table near at hand and opened
it rather meditatively and at random
to the first chapter of St. John.
When he hnd reached the 11th verse
and rend: "He came to His own nnd
His own received Him not. But ns
mnny ne recolved Him to them He
gave power to become the children of
God." The doctor closed the book
saying: "We are nis own folks If wo
receive Him."
"Ob," brightly exclaimed Mrs. Mon
tague, "what more natural than that
God should do for His own folks,"
The familiar words "own folks," had
touched her heart, and she happily
and clearly said: "I've been doing
that all my days."
And the good doctor thought: "The
Lord had helped me In my Infirmity
to sny the word that this woman need
ed to help her across."
The dying woman now seemed per
fectly satisfied and asked no more
questions; but after that was oftea
heard to murmur pleasantly to her
self: "Yes, we are Ills own folks, Just
the Lord's own folks, nnd living or dy
ing He will do what 1b best for us."
Mrs. E. E. Orcott.
TYPESETTERS IN JAPAN.
Each Compositor Handle 4,006 Dif
ferent Pieces erf-Metal.
There arc very keen journalists In Ja
pan, but It must be allowed that the
business Is carried on under difficul
ties from which even the hardened
Western newspaper man might be ex
cused from shrinking. The Japanese
written nnd printed characters consist
of the Chinese Ideographs, those com
plicated, square figures made up of an
apparent jumble of zigzags and crosses
and tlckB and triangles and tails "the
footprints of a drunken fly" and of
the original Japanese syllabary called
kann.
Of the former there arc 20,000 in all,
of which perhaps 14,000 constitute the
scholar's vocabulary, and no fewer
than 4,000 nre In dally use, while the
forty-seven simple characters of the
kana are known to everybody. There
fore, the Jnpnnese compositor has to
be prepared to place In his stick any
one of over 4,000 different types truly
an appalling task.
From the nature of the problem Eev
cral consequences follow. First, be
must be somewhat of a scholar him
self to recognize all these Instantly
and accurately. Secondly, his sight
suffers fearfully, and he generally
wears a large pair of magnifying
goggles; nnd, thirdly, ns It is pbysl
eoily impossible for any man to reach
4,000 types a totally different method
of arrangement bus to be devised.
The compositor, therefore, of whom
there are only three or four on a paper,
sits at a table at one end of a large
room, with a case containing his forty
seven kana syllables before him. From
end to end of the room tall cases of
type arc arranged like the. shelve in
a crowded library, a passage three
feet wide being left between each two.
The compositor receives his cop In
large pieces, whla he cuts Into little
"takes," and hands each of these to
one of a half dozen boys, who assist
him. The boy takes this and proceeds
to walk about among the cases till he
has collected each of the Ideographs,
or square Chinese picture words, omit
ting nil the kana syllables which con
ned them.
While the boys are thus running to
and fro, snatching up the types and
jostling each other, they keep up a con
tlnunl chant, singing the name of the
cnaracter tney are looking for, as
they cannot recognize it till they hear
its sound, the ordinary lower class
Japanese not understanding his dally
paper jinless lie reads It aloud. Pitts
burg Dispatch, i '
ovn woihily earth.
It Is Poised Deltcntelr and Slightest
Vibrations Are Noticeable.
The discovery thnt the axis of the
earth Is not fixed In direction, but
to cause the north pole Itself to re
volve once In every fourteen months
that It swings round In such a way as
round a circle ten yards In diameter,
Is now generally accepted as an es
tablished fact.
It Is evident that such a wobbling
of the earth's axis of rotation, small
though it be, must produce some effect
upon the level of the ocean at Its
shoreB, nnd nn examination of the
very careful records, which have been
kept for more than forty years, of the
height of the tide in the canal at
Helder, in Holland, wns recently made
for the purpose of determining wheth
er such an effect could be perceived.
The result of the examination show
ed that the average level of the water
had varied with great regularity, In a
recurring period of fourteen months,
ever since the tide records were begun
In 1851.
The Inference Is that this regular
change of level must be due to the
swinging round of the nxls of the
earth. The amount by which the level
changes a little less than five-eighths
of nn Inch also corresponds to the
calculated change thnt should result
from the proposed cause.
So we are gradually learning to ap
preciate how delicately the ponderous
earth is poised as It swings In Its vast
orbit round the sun, and bow even
the mighty ocean respouds to the
slghtest tipping this way and that of
the great axis of the globe. Baltimore
Herald.
I The Man Who Walks.
If a person really wishes to enjoy on
i Interesting bit of scenery there ils but
I one way to do It. It cannot be done
from tne wmaow oi a rauroaa train.
i nor even from the saddle of a bicycle.
'A carriage or a horses back Is better,
but the best way of all Is to use your
own feet. The pedestrian can Bee a
. landscape or other bit of natural
scenery from view-points which nre
not possible to those who trust to an
nrtlticinl conveyance. The longer time
which he will take in coming up to it
gives him a better appreciation of it.
It grows upon biro as It gradually gets
within his vision. People who walk
little, miss the least expensive and the
very best means of outdoor enjoyment.
If pedcstrlnnism should become the
fashionable fad that bicycling npw Is,
It would be a national blessing. Buf
falo Express.
Fashionable Anyhow.
First Clerk That's all the thanks
a fellows getB, Here I've had my pay
reduced after making a horse of my
self. Second Clerk Well, there's one sat
isfaction to you. Docked horses are
considered extremely stylish. Boston
Transcript,
THE PASSING OP TUB SPIRIT.
The wind, the world-old rhapsodist,
goes by,
And the great pines, In changless
vesture gloomed,
And all the towering elm tress,
thatched and plumed
With green, take up, one after one,
the cry;
And as their choral voices swell and
die,
Catching tho Infinite noto from
tree to tree,
Others far off, in long antlstrophe,
With swaying arms and surging
tops reply.
So to men's souls, nt sacred intervals,
Out of the dust of life takes wing
nnd calls
A spirit that we know not nor can
trace;
And heart to heart makes answer
with strange thrill;
It passes, and a moment, face to
face,
We dream ourselves immortal,
and are Btlll.
Century.
A -WRESTLING LION.
Am Interview With Deraaardt'a
Nctt Property.-
Mr. Cross 1b the "universal provid
er" of "wild beastesses," and bis
firm, represented successively by his
father and himself during the last
fifty years, has made the name of
"Massa Cross" a household word on
every hilltop and in every swamp by
its liberal purchases of the fauna of
every country,
cry country.
"Well, Mr. Cross, I have come to see
your wrestling lion not only as au
observer, but ub a critic."
"I am sure that I shall be able to
answer every question, and to meet
your minutest Inspection. But, as re
gards the proprietorship, I must tell
you that he belongs to Mme. Sarah
Bernhardt. You are probably aware
of her great Interest in all animals
and her love of making wild beasts
her domestic pets. Directly she bad
seen the wrestling lion and had notic
ed his extreme docility, she insisted
on possessing him, I didn't want to
sell him. I hnd been doing very good
business for some time past with him I
in the provinces, so I named what I ,
hoped would be a prohibitive sum
tlOOO. However, madome took him
at that price the hlghcBt ever paid
for a lion. I luue met Mme. Bern-
Mnte.Dernhardt'a Lion. .
hardt frequently. She never omits
to visit my repository In Earle street
when she comes to Liverpool indeed,
Mr. Irving and the leading lights of
the drama generally look In. I recol
lect on one occasion a number of my
snakes got loose, nnd I think you
would have been amused if you had
seen the great actress entering into
the chase with the greatest ardor pos
sible." I glanced for a moment at the sa
cred six-legged Indian cow and the
quaint Java monkeys, but when I
reached Sarah Bernherdt's Hon I
wanted nothing else to see.
Marco Is nudoubtedly an extraor
dinarily fine example of his species
and in the pink of condition. Four
teen nouuds of finest beef nre admin
istered to him during the twelve hourB
of dally exhibition.
"Now tell me all you know, Mr.
Cross, nbout this lion."
"I got him ns a cub, and imme
diately I was struck with his extreme
docility; he 'took down' all other
specimens I have bad-sand I have
had scores of them as regards even
ness of temper. With" all animal
training, especially lions, It Is better
policy to be kind. Directly you Intro-
duce the whip or stick, good-by to
teaching tricks. Marco has been In
training over two years. But here
comes Clyto, who has been with me
five years, nnd who will presently
wrestle with the Hon."
Then there approached a good look
ing young man, 23 years of age, clad
In a smart tunic, the left breast of
which was decorated with three or
four medals one especially attracted
my attention, as on the reverse Bide
It bore the Inscription that It was tho
gift of W. E. Gladstone. By and by
he retired to put on his wrestling suit,
which, I noticed ns he entered the
cage, bore In Ms raggedness unmis
takable evidence of the severe con
tests he had had with the Hon.
Before Clyto was within a yard or
two of the cage, the Hon appeared ' solitaires to be reset at 's, where
to scent him. wns up nnd nlert, and they had been purchnsed. The morn
began to purr round Clyto's legB, as ing nfter the mnld brought her the
would n pet cat, on bis entering the card of the firm, saying a gentleman
enco. "TTn." snld Clvto. nnd thi lion ! wished to see her, and, on golnc down
ohiced a naw over each of his shoul-
ders, with his head dangerously near
his keepers face. Then the struggle
begnu. A twist or two, nnd Clyto
bad thrown, by a buttock twist, the
Hon on his back on the floor of the
den with a thud. A piece of meat
was then the reward of the vanquish
ed. Again there was a prolonged
smuggle, and this time the lion had
thrown Clyto, nnd was on top of him
Clyto lay for a moment quite still,
with the heavy weight of the beast
upon him. Then be began to wrlgglo
quietly, with the intent evidently to I
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leaned against the bars, panting for
breath. The next feat was getting
the Hon to sit on a chair; when
there, Clyto, retired to the other
tide of the cage, and placed a piece of
meat in his mouth. Then, with a
jump, the Hon sprang on his keeper
and took the beefsteak from his
mouth, but Clyto had the breath
knocked out of him by the heavy
impact of the beaBt. Clyto's next be
gan to sweep out the cage, but be
seemed to care little whether he kept
his faco to his charge or not. While
this was being done the Hon proceed
ed to play with the chair as a cat
would with a reel of cotton. Evident
ly tho show was nearly over; but, be
fore tho keeper left, the Hon had got
cheeky and made rather a nasty
charge, and began to wrestle, and so
ardently that Clyto exclaimed:
"Come, cornel that's enough! This is a
bit too rough. Give over, will youl"
A short struggle then ensued, and
Glyto's head appeared likely to bo
bitten off; but Clyto succeeded in
throwing the Hon off nnd then dealt
him a backhander on the face, by
way of admonition to better manners.
The keeper then deftly slipped out.
It was a splendid show.
"Is there much danger, Mr. CroBS?"
I asked.
"I think the Hon has been too well
trained. However, what risk there Is
seems to be appreciated, for I have
noticed that some people come to ev
ery show, perhaps on the principle
thnt actuated the conduct of those
who never missed seeing Van Am
burgh of old place his head in the
lion's mouth."
"People will sure ask me If the lion
is drugged?"
"My best answer Is to nsk you to
give them the evidence of your own
eyes. If the animal hnd been so
treated, could he be so alert?"
"But how nbout the claws? Are they
drawn?"
For answer Clyto showed mo the
lion's pnwB. There could be no doubt
nbout the power of his majesty's
claws.
HELD DY A LIVE WIRE.
Wrapped Around a Car The Pass
enfecra Made Prisoners.
The fifteen passengers on Clifford
Avenue Car No. 289 last evening, be
tween 5 and 0 o'clock, bad an experi
ence on Massachusetts avenue, near
Delaware street, which they will never
forget. The motorman and conductor
will probably remember the accident
for some time, as will each of tho
hundred or more persons who wit
nessed it. The car was bound north
wnrd, and the trolley wire broke be-
foro Dolawnre strppt xvnn rpnrfiod
liclawore
The live wire wound around and
around the car, making tho passen-
gers, the motorman nnd conductor
prisoners. The motorman dared not
touch the brake. Mrs. Barbara Cregle
attempted to jump nnd received In
juries which may result fatally. The
wire finally became wound bo tight
about the car that the car stopped,
and those aboard crept carefully out.
The accident wns one of the strang
est which hns resulted since the ad
vent of tho overhead wires. In most
enses where the trolley wire was
broken the wire had fallen harmlessly
to one side and little danger had re
sulted. Yesterday the wire became
fastened in some manner to the car,
and the motorman realized in a mo
ment the danger there would be in
shutting off the current or putting on
the brake. All that could be 'done was
to allow the car to run. Fully 150 feet
of the wire was wound nbout the car,
some of It becoming fastened along
the side where tho passengers would
have to get off. The motorman was a
prisoner, not daring to move a foot for
fear of coming in contact with the
live wire ,and not knowing what mo
ment the wire would be brought in
contact with him. He first saw the
situation, and cried to the passengers
to keep their seats. The conductor
had to forcibly put several passengers
down In their seats. The wire was
playing all around the car, and a pass
enger, in jumping, would have run a
great risk in striking it. Several of
the passengers screamed and became
panic-st-icken. Mrs. Cregle risked the
wire and Jumped, although the car
was going rather fast. She fell to the
pavement badly Injured, nnd was tak
en to the drug store of It. I. EndB. It
was discovered that she had suffered
an injury to her knee, nnd It Is feared
she sustained lnterrnl injuries by the
fall.
The wire broke south of Delaware
street, and the car came to a stop a
few yards north of the crosslnc. belnc
brought to a standstill by the mass of
wire. While several men'held the wire
away from the car the passengers
alighted, greatly relieved. They all ran
to a place of safety. The wire, from
where It broke (to where the car
stopped, was torn from Its fastenings
The repair wagon wns called, and In
half an hour's time the damage was
repaired. The street car traffic of the
I north end lines was delnyed for some
; time because of the accident. Fully
! 1.000 people gathered around the drug
' store where Mrs. Cregle was carried.
It was reported that several persons
1 were badly Injured, but she was the
j only one hurt. Indianapolis Journnl.
THE CHANGED RUDIES.
Clever Piece of Substitution, and
the Offender Never Discovered.
There seems no end to the curious
stories about Jewels lost and stolen.
One of the latest is that of Mrs. A,
who recentlv took a nnlr nt lnriro nihtr
to the drawing room, she found one of
the clerks, who told her thnt the
stones, which were nppnrently of grent
vnlue, were, In reality, false and
worthless.
Very much agitated over the intelli
gence, Mrs. A asserted that the
Jewels had never left her possession
since tneir purchase, and claimed that
h 'J?u """ J?'?
before she received them. This, of
course, the firm denied, but the feeling
on the subject became very bitter on
both Bides, nnd detectives were em
ployed by both to ferret out the mys-
I -' - .
tery. When a former butler or Mrs.
I A was proved to be a discharged
clerk of the well known Jewelers, the
inference was obvious, although no
proof against the rnnn has been found,
and the Jewels have never been re
covered. Boston Gazette.
It Is not generally known thnt, size
for size, a thread of spider silk Is de
cidedly tougher than a bar of steel.
An ordinary thread will bear a weight
of three grains. This is Just about 50
per cent stronger thnn a steel thread
of the same thickwsB.
A BAND-STOltH AY DONUOLA.
The Pertnrh&Uoa It Carrlrrt to the Tent !
a Newipuper Correipondent.
Dongoln was visited yesterday by a
sand-storm to my idea tho most
dreadful of storms. Was there over
such a ono before? Millions, 1 sup
poso; but I nevor experienced one so
bad. I must really use tho ponny-a-llner's
very convenient expression,
"It baffles all description,'' and for
that reason I shall describe it. Our
respected friend tho penny-a-liner, I
observo, after stating that n thing
baffled description, invariably tries to
desorlbe it Why, then, should not I?
Midday, everything sweltering and
seething in the sun that happens to be
exposed to It; ovorybody bubbling
positively bubbling with perspiration
that happens to bo in tho shade; ther
mometer looks as if it would burst
I am afraid to say how high the mer
cury has risen in fact, the perspira
tion pours so into my eyes that lean
not eo tho small figures. Hock and
sand pain tho eye by their glare. A
black, dense, mud-colored cloud sud
denly appears on tho horizon at the
south, at lirst a speck, then growing
larger and larger, rolling rapidly to
ward us, now m the distance, now
noaror and nearer. Down go tents
and up in the air go straw huts and
sheds, whilo the palm branches wave
and nod liko tho plumes of a hearso
naught in a gale, or of tho helmet of a
knight at a mad gallop. On, on, it
rolls, that grimy, fast riding cloud.
Now 1 can not see twenty yards ahead
ot mo. Tho landscape is suddenly
enveloped in a black shroud. It bursts
upon my hovel. Away, away, away
go my half-answered homo letters.
Who shall catch themP "Go; run
after them; quickly, quickly, boy." I
am enveloped in sand. Over goes my
only globe lnnip crash! My bottle of
seven days' allowance of lime-juice-it
totters and capsizes. Down come
tho spiders, and away bole tho rats
whom I encourage to run nbout and
eat the scorpions, centipedes, and
white ants. In comes a ilock of httlo
crimson-headed bats, nnd turn bio ex
hausted. I lmvo no doom or windows
to bo blown in, and thero is no fear of
a shower of broken glass, such as I
have seen during a sirocco on tho
shores of the Levant. Books, sketch
es, writing paper, manuscript, linen,
lie scattered on tho iloor, I was going
to say no, tho earth wo have no
floors hero in Ethiopia buried in a
moment in black dust; and over goes
my only bottle of cognac, kept for
medical purposes. Luckily the cork
was in. But the only bottle of whisky
an Irish friend had been at; ho had
left tho cork out; it was light, not
much balance left, and over it wont.
An aroma of mountain dew pervades
tho room. Bisallah! It was to havo
accompanied me across tho desert to
Wady Haifa, where somo say Camby
ses lost his army, though others near
Meroo.
I put my head out of my window,
was I going to writeP I mean a
square nolo in ono of the four mud
walls forming what is called by cour
tesy a house. 1 was blinded as quick
lv as any inhabitant of tho cities of
the plain was by the hand of the an
gel. My eyes were instantly filled with
sand, every molecule of which was a
burning Bpark every particle a scin
tillation. It wearied me to find my
way to my washing stand; I mean
my pile of old wooden cases, on which
was carefully balanced my basin an
old biscuit tin, with a classically
shaped red amphora In it. Finding it
at length 1 cleansed my eyes smarting
with the hery dust, and put on a pair
of hugo green goggles all glass;
these are the only Kind that keop out
the sand. Thus armed, I looked forth
into the moving mountain of sand. A
burning blast, liko unto tho breath of
a fiery furnace, scorches my face, dries
up my akin, stopping every pore. I
look unto the heavens. The sun was
a blood-red ball of iiro, floatiug "all
in a hot and copper sky;" while along;
the horizon hung a lurid light, such as
one sees on tho Ocean be'foffi a storm.
In tho distanco trees, huts, and tents
were invisible; but near one could just
make out tho winding, lead-colored
Nile, lashed into billows. A denso
cloud, which enveloped all, scorned
raining fire. Tho atmosphere as if
seething, boiling, sputtering. And
now waltzing, whirling along tho
banks come the "devils"- (shnvtams),
as the Arabs call them, tho sand spouts
aerial giants each indulging in a
pas scul, their huge, fantastic figures
rearing their heads from earth to
heaven. One is reminded of tho djin
of tho "Arabian Nights" lot out of
the casket in which King Solomon had
sealed him up, and rising as a tall col
umn of smoke. How grim and grue
some are they! No doubt the fanciful
ghouls, efreets, add genii of Arab folk
lore drew their origin from such as
theso.
And a destructive clement are theso
rolling, spiral sand billows powerful
agents of disintegration, having a
grinding, roughing action on rocks,
and stones as they rldo the whirl
wind, accelerating destruction a coun
try replete with decaying pedigrees of
decay a country wfiero all changes
are not of life, but of destruction
where the characteristics of the scen
ery around aro heaps of rocks break
ing into fragments. And these gnsts
of sand penetrate everywhere, into
clefts and fissures of siones. eating
into and sapping their foundations,
and acting with immense mechanical
strength, lifting and rolling rock over
rock. There is a weird and ghastly
dunce all around, in a dull and lurid
glare. Now I am enveloped in a
heaving mountain of sand; the air is
stilling, my mouth is parched, speech
is impossible without wetting the lips,
the tongue is swollen. I never before
properly understood "tho darkness of
the Egyptian plague" which "could be
felt." Half an hour tho sand tor
nado has swept by. I can hear the
rush of scared horses, mules, donkeys,
and cattle, as they rush madly by,
having broken loose; the tremendous
guttural roar and grunting of camels.
the howling of dogs, and . the shrill
screeching of vultures and kites flying
beforo the gale. All nature groans.
Half an hour the Dongola carnival of
the wild elements of the "Soudan" je
over. London Xtws,
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