LOVE'S ERRAND.
Bwltt tfirouRh tho ocean ot Silence co,
Sprlto ynscen!
Dire to tho echoic realtnB below;
Xlndlo tlie depths with ft rudlance kcon;
Then, like an arrowy pulse o! lire,
Throb to the quivering utars mid higher
Into the vault serene!
lltk through the mystical orb ot Sleep;
1'auso to see,
Bern ot the amorous twilight deep,
Dreams, from their chrysalis slumber tree,
Throning the shadowy close ot day,
Wed with the lorellest, steal away,
Speeding again to mo!
John B. Tabb In thb Independents
Expltrtrs Ml Mr Ways.
Haw tho White Man Cains Victo
ries Over the Untutored Savnge.
A cnblo dispatch from Siorra Leono
tho other day Bald that Sir Francis
de Winton had won a decisive victory
over tho Youine tribe in the interior,
nnd that tho natives had been terri
fied as much by tho electric lights as
by tho puns of tho expedition. For
signaling purposes at nicht and to 11
lummo his camp Sir Francis had pro
vided a nitmbcrof electric lights raised
on lofty polos. Tho native saw night
turned into day, and tho inexplicable
afohb Look nil tho ficht out of them.
at is nearly Always the caso that when I
tho white man, by some harmless ex
pedioot, impresses savages with his
puissanco and superiority hohasmoro
than half conquered them beforo ho
strikes a blow.
For many years tho fierce Pahouin
tribe on tho middle Ogowe River turn
ed back every explorer who tried to
enter their country. Pierre do Braz
xa was tho first traveler thoy permit
ted to ascend tho great river, and ho
Kon their favor without a sinalo hos
tile act. Ho sent word to the chief
thut ho had some presents for
him, and in this way got per
mission to enter ono of tho
frontier towns. Tho tattooed
savages could hardly bcliovo their
eyes that night as a great crowd
grouped themselves around tho ex
plorer and witnessed tho wonderful
show ho had provided. Rockots, Ro
man candles, whirligigs and many
other wondors of the pyrotechnic art
bewildered, delighted and astounded
them. Tho feats lie performed with
tho exploding bullet filled thorn with
awe, and in his repeating rifio they
eaw a wonderful weapon, which they
wero euro ho could flro off forover
without recharging. It was this
night's work that opened tho great
region of tho French Congo to Do
Brazza and mado him famous as an
explorer. It has been his prido that
in all his travels ho never shot a na
tive; but for all that gunpowder and
fireworks wero tho foundation of his
brilliant success.
A good story is told of a whito man
who was taken prisoner by an inland
tribe in tho oarly days of tho Fiji sot
tlcmcnts. His captors wero canni
bals, and it made him very nervous
when ho saw them start a tiro under a
big uativo oven. Ho mado up his
mind that it was all up with him un
less ho convinced the savages that ho
was a very superior boing. A happy
thought struck him. IIo called for
something to eat, and when food was
placed before him ho used his jack
knifo to cut It up. Every mouthful
or two lio stuck tue point ot tne jack
knifo into ono of his legs with such
force that it stood erect. It was a
cork leg, and tho natives looked on in
astonishment and alarm as ho buried
tho blade in it. After tho meal ho be
gan to tako his leg off. This was too
much for tho savages, and they
scampered for the bush as thoy saw
him turning his leg round and round.
As he mounted his horse tho natives
begun to gather again, but ho made a
motion as if to unscrew his head, and
the spectators fled in dismay, leaving
him to find his way back to tho coast.
When Joseph Thomson mado a
great journey through Masailand a
few years ago ho had a few tricks that
puvo him a great reputation as a
wizzard and helped him wonderfully
on his" way. Ono trick ho always re
served as a last resort and many
times it procured food for his party
from natives who had refused to sell
him a sinclo fowl or a particle ot mam
oc He had two teeth on a plate
and his great trick was to show tho
natives that tho whito man could re
move his teeth. This wonderful feat
usually accomplished tho desired re
sult, but the Blount Kenia natives
wanted a bigger show than he gave
them. They insisted that if lie could
remove two teeth he could extract the
others also, and they demanded to
see the entiro circus. Expostulation
was of no avail. They told him to
tako all his teeth out or starve, and
he was glad to escape in the night from
this inhospitable tribe. On tho way
back to the coast Thomson was al
most wholly destitute of goods to
barter for food, but his reputation as
a wizzard and a physician spread far
and wido and by means of his tricks
and medicines ho managed to get
along.
Most savages at first regard sleigbt-Sf-hand
feats as evidence of super
natural powers, but now and then
they are sharp enough to think they
are being duped. One day after Mr.
- Martin had been performing some
tricks for the amusement of a crowd
of Wakwafi girls he told them he
could do much more wonderful things.
Holding up a fincer he assured them
, if he cut it off a new finger would
that
at once grow on aeain. The girls
laughed at him and told him ho lied.
Suddenly one of them sprang forward
and seizing one of, Martin's fingers
cut it to the bone with a native
knifo. She told him she meant to
-take him ut his word, and that now
she knew what he said was not true,
for if he could not heal the wound
she had made she was very sure he
could not cause a new finger to grow.
The magic lantern nag of late years
been an endless source of amusement
to many a savage audience. We can
hardly imagine the surprise and delight
which tho simplo minded natives have
seen spread beforo them on a screen
tho streets of London and Paris and
many other wondors of civilization.
Pictures of Niagara Falls, Alps and
other wonders of nature do not make
tho slightest impression upon tho un
tutored minds; but give them glimpses
of thoroughfares crowded with poopln
and vehicles, show them tho lolly
structures in which tho white men livo,
and find Boldicrs and gay women clad
in all tho colors ot tho rainbow, and
they rond tho air with their exclama
tions of astonishment and pleasure.
In Ins last journeys Livingstone had
a magic lantern; and soveral later
travelers havo found this toy very
usefulin helping them win tho friend
ship of their new acquaintances.
Dr. Junker found, during his many
yoars in Central Africa, that he" could
not introduce himself more favorably
to tribes who had never before seen a
wbito man than by playing on his
accordcon. IIo never entered a now
villago without first obtaining permis
sion, and ho never failed to niako an
impression, as ho marched in at tho
head of his little caravan, making tho
woods ring with tho liveliest molodios
of his nativo land. Ho found many of
these peoplo quick to catch an air,
and probably scores of negroes in tho
depths of Central Africa whom ho met
are sun Humming Bomo oi mo loinest
melodies of Europe. One of the most
highly prized presents tho great King
Mtesa over received wasahand-organ;
and r. while ago a Mr. Coillard found
on tho banks of tho Zambesi a nativo
nueen who had a wheezy accordeon,
over which sho ran her fingers with
surprising agility, playing a curious
medley of savage airs.
A compass is ono of tho essential
articles in an explorer's equipment
and is an endless sourco of wonder
and pleasure to many savages. In
Africa tho compass is often regarded
as a fetich which knows all things and
unerringly shows tho whito man tho
right road oven amid interminable
forests. During tho recent travels of
Jacques do Brazza, a youngor brother
of tho moto celebrated explorer
by that name, tho fame ol hw com
pass spread far and widc,and tho con
stant demands to scoit becamo so an
noying that for a time tho explorer
told tho natives that tho fetich was
sick and had been put away in tho
bottom of a box to get well. Mr. Mc
Donald, a missionary South of Lako
Nvassa, says ho has mado many
friends by explaining tho mystories of
his watch. Its works excite no great
er surpriso than tho watch crystal
among thoso who havo nover seen
glass, and tho missionary describes
tho amusing perplexity ot ono chiet
who could not understand why ho
was unable to touch tho watch hands
which ho saw beforo him.
Thero is a wonderful potency in tho
mere crack of a riflo or rovolver
among savages who havo nover seen
firearms. When Dr. Ludwig Wolf dis
covered a new water route to Central
Africa along tho Sankuru River a
while ago his littlo party would in all
probability havo been massacred by
tho Bassoimo Mino cannibals had not
tho whito man given them a very ox
alted opinion of his power by a single
discargo of his revolver. One day Wolf
learned that tho eavaces had decided
to kill him and his comrades as the
easio3t way to gain possession of tho
whito man's trade goods. Their chiof
refused to let tho party go on their
way and told Wolf he had him In his
power. The poor wretch hod nover
heard of tho magical powors of
tho shooting-iron, and seeing no
lances or bows and arrows ho
imagined tho visitors wero defence
less." Whilo ho was insulting tho st ran
cor. Wolf suddenly held his rovolver
close to tho chiefs ear and discharged
it. Tho insolent crowd was struck
dumb with horror and the chief shiv
ered from head to foot with fear. Alt
or giving tho chief a few specimens of
his ability ns a marksman, Wolf told
tho astounded potentate that he was
going to leave and tho whole tribe was
apparently clad to cct rid of bo dan
gerous a person. It is thus that trav
elers have a great advantago over the
most implacable tribes thoy meet, so
long as thoy can give some novel exhi
bition of power that is utterly inex
plicable to the savage mind. Tho
Aird River, in rsew uuinea, long re
mained unexplored on account of the
hostility of the natives at its mouth,
but when Mr. Bevan entered this riv
er last Spring these samesavages.who
sallied out in their canoes to attack
him, were so badly frightened by a-single
blast from his steam whistle that
they jumped overboard and swam for
dear life to the shore. Captain Ever
ill ran tho gauntlet of hostile savages
for scores of miles on tho 1 ly River,
New Guinea, keeping them out of ar
row range by tooting his whistle, and
Stanley ov the same moans last Sum
mer sent hundreds of the iambuga
natives scampering into the woods,
leaving his party in peace to prepare
and fortify the permanent camp,
where his reserve fo'ree has since re
mained awaiting the explorer's re
turn from the Nile.
It often happens, too, that snvages
are disarmed ot hostile intentions if
they become convinced that their
visitors are friends ol ealler travelers
who won their good will. Dr. Holub
says that any well-disposed whito
man can travel wherever ijivingstono
went if the natives think he knew and
loved that grand old hero. The fame
of the powerful Bula Matari, as Stan
ley is known in the Congo basin, has
Bpread far and wide, and in a region
he nover visited. Dr. Buchner a while
ago completely turned the tide ol feel
ing in his favor by shouting to a
crowd of savaces who were hurling
lances at his carriers thut ho was a
friend of Bula Matari. When Mr.
Romilly landed in Astrolabe Bay,
New Guinea, the native advanced to
attack him until ho uttered "the mag
ic name of Miklucho Maclay," and
then the word passed from one to an
other that the stranger was their
good friend's brother and they give
him a friendly reception.
Two years ago the missionaries in
Metabeleland, in South America,
adopted an unusual plan for attract
ing audiences to their services. They
had ceased to be a novelty, and their
talks were poorly attended. As they
went to the place of meeting thoy
would shoot game on tho way, and
whilo one ot them expounded the
Biblo tho others built fires under trees
and cooked tho meat for distribution
anion? tho congregation. As long as
tho provender held out they were
suro of a good audience.
C. C. Adams,
Animals Have Language.
Gentleman's Magazine.
The intellectual superiority ot civil
ized man over his savage brethren is
due to the greater multiplicity of his
objects el thought, and precisely so is
it with tho intellectual superiority of
tho savage man over Simian ances
tors. Tho actions of all havo tho
same aim, viz., tho supplying of tho
wants of physical nature and the
gratifying of the desires aroused In the
mind. Tho old theory that speech
was altogether limited to tho human
raco has now to bo given up onco and
for all, for BUch a statement cannot
stand against the scientific evidenco
brought lorwaru to oppose it irom an
quarters.
Lanauago is but a product of reflec
tion and experience, and originated,
in all probability, in interjection or
tho instinctivo expression of tho sub
jectivo impressions derived from
external nature; and just as the re
flectivo powers of tho raco wero de
veloped and shown moro brilliantly
as each Btage In the evolutionary
march of intollect was passed, so did
lancuago pass from the simplo mono
syllabic cries of tho lower animals and
savago men to the complex dialects of
modern civilization; and it is worthy
of note that at tho present day, or at.
least very recently, thero woro races of
savago men inhabiting tho earth who
possessed no proper language at all,
and could not, on account of their
manner of hving,bo placed on a higher
intellectual level than tho higher apes;
while wo have tho authority of tho
leading philologists oi tho day in sup
port ot the fact'that tho monosyllabic
crios of some ot tho lower human
tribes aro well within the grasp ol tho
apo's voice.
Travelers whose veracity and abili
ty cannot bo impugned have described
long conforence3 hold by monkeys,
whoro ono individual addressed the
assembly at great length, fixing tho
attention of all upon himself and
quelling every disturbance by a loud
and harsh cry, which wa3 at
onco recognized and obeyed by
tho multitude; and wo need no
traveler to point out to us tho many
notes of call and recocnition possess
ed by birds of all kinds, who thor
oughly well understand each othor's
expressions, and, moreover, aro able
to produce quite a string of different
notes consecutively, and without any
hesitation. In fact tho organ of voico
in soma of the lower animals far ex
ceeds in power that of somo tribes of
tho human family.
The Eunhonia musica of tho East
Indies can perform tho seven notes
in tho scale; tho chaffinch not only
sings real songs, but invents them,
ono of his soncs containing as many
as fivo lone strophes, whilo the soncs
of many savage races ot men nover
run to half that length, and when,
Cook visited the Fiji archipelago tho
nativo women could only sing from
la to mi. Asia appears to havo been
tho birthplace of stringed instruments,
no Southern tribes ever having been
discovered using such musical appli
ances. We see, therefore, a gradual
improvement taking place in vocal
apparatus as wo riso in tho animal
scale, which results in speech and
sonc. and, indirectly, in instrumental
music of various degrees; and wo find
fresh proof that thero is as wide a dif
ference between the developement of
civilized European and tho savage
man as between that of the savaga
man and his brute ancestry.
THE MAIL GARRjER'S STORY.
Albany Evening Journal.
Wo were gathered round the stove
in tho littlo station of tho frontier
town of S , waiting for tho mid
night express. Tho wind howled dis
mally among the branches of the old
elm behind tho station and tho
hard flakes of snow rattled against
the panes in a way suggestive o
cold weather.
Suddenly we heard a tremendous
stamping on tho platform outside, the
door opened and a sturdy-looking
fellow entered with a lantern and a
couple of mail bags. Ho woro a heavy
army overcoat and long riding boots,
at the heels of which jingled an ugly
looking pair ot Mexican spurs. On
the front of his bluo cap, which was
held down by a heavy mu filer, was a
metal band, on which were stamp-
said
tho
sad-
A Western Courtship.
"When I was a young man,"
tho politician, "I traveled in
southwest considerably, selling
dies, etc, On one of my trips I stop
ped over night yi a settlers cabin in
Southeast Missouri. Tho settler and
his wife were mighty cordial, gave mo
tho best they had and made me wel.
como to a bunk on tho floor with
them. The oldest daughter was 10 or
17 years old and a perfect beauty for
her situation. She was tho kind oi a
girl a novelist would break his neck
to get hold of for a heroine. She'd be
very picturesque and pleasing in a
book, but I shudder when I think of
her in real life. Sho took quite a Bhine
to mo ana oetoro we lam uown buo
had told mo nearly every thing she
ever heard. A heavy rain fell during
the night, and as the roads
had been heavy before, they were
not passable the next morning. So I
had to stay at the cabin. The girl
was very attentive for the three days
I was there, and on the evening of tiie
last day sho said: 'Say, is you uns
married?' I told her 'no,' and want
ed to know why she asked. 'Well, if
vou uns ain't,' she said, 'we uns might
eet spliced.
The sneaker paused to allow his
hearers time to break all their but
tons, and then proceeded:
"Her father approved heartily of
the plan. 'Iv'e been wishing you uns
would hitch ever since I seen you uns.'
he said, and the whole family was so
concratulatory that I was afraid to
decline. 1 pretended to accept, and
offered to ride to the meetinc-house
about 20 miles away and get the
preacher. They laughed at the idea.
We uns can marry ourselves by kiss
ing over a candle,' the girl said. I in
sisted on the preacher, and after a
long urgument got my horse out to
tide for him. Just as I was about to
mount the girl came out of the cabin
arrayed to go with me. That was
too much. I mounted in a hnrry.laid
a Bwitch to the horse's flanks and
rodo off at the top of the horee's
speed. I have never seen the charmer
since. St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
ed tho words "U. S. Mail" in largo
letters.
"Well," ho Bald, throwing the snow
covered mail bags down in a corner,
blowing out his lantern and coming
over to the stove, "I guess you gents
Ml havo a long wait; they jest tele
graphed up from Julesburg that the
train is an hour late and on account
of the snow driltin' so I don't imagine
we'll 8eo her short of two hours."
Hero was a pretty fix. Finally one
of our number, a short man dressed
in buckskin, who sat behind the stove
proposed that wo "tell yarns." To
this all agreed, and ho began with a
mining adventure. When eacli had
spun his yarn and there was still no
sign of tho train, tho man in buckskin
turned half around and said to the
mail carrier, who sat quietly smoking
behind him, and who "had taken no
part in tho proceedings, "I say, Jim,
tell tho gentlemen about your little
discussion with French Pete."
After much persuasion tho mail car
rier, who must havo been six-feet-two
m his stockings, recharged his pipe
and began:
"I've carried mails between tho
towns around hero for something liko
ten years. My story lays in tho win
ter of '70 in January, about tho 10th
I think. One night, an awful cold
night, tho postmaster of ftaramio I
was runnin' between Fort Laramio
and Doadwood -says to me, 'Now,
Jim, I got some important mail to
night, and yo want to bo mighty keer
ful of it.'
" 'All right,' says I, and takin' the
mail bags, 1 slung 'em in their usual
place across thesaddlo and Btartedon
my journey.a matter of 00 mile or so.
"I was jest gettiu' into the
open country when I heard some
body call 'Jim, Jim Fentonl' I
reined in and a feller I knew came
up and said kinder low, 'Jim, ye
want to watch yer3elf mighty eloiie.'
French Pete got away agin last
night, and I'm pretty sure he knows
yo've got vallyble mail f heard my
self thefc ye had $40,000 in bonds for
Col. F. at Deadwood. So bo
kinder keerful to have them seven
shooteid of vourn ready for 'mergin-
cy-'
" 'All risht, Fred,' says I, 'much
obliged to ye.' I must own as this bit
of news mado me feel very squeamish,
and 1 took partic'lar care to see that
my pistols was in trim for 'mmediato
use l had a pair ot navies, seven
Hhooters, as long as yer forearm, reg'
lar beauties, and I was a pretty fair
shot. I've put nine out of ten shots
into a playin' card (only way I ever
use 'em) at 100 yards: French Pete
was a what we call a road agent, and
he'd done some pretty ticklish stealin'
on that very road, llo'd been cap
tured two or three days previous,
and accordin' to what Fred Jones
had told me was loose agin he
never could bo hold on to when ho
was catched so, as I said, I lelt kind
er cur us. to say tho least, lie u been
described to mo as tall, with piercin'
black eyes and a long llowin' beard,
as quick as a cat, and with a deep,
gruff voice. I'd nover seed him but
I'd seed his boss, a little black mare
with whito feet and nose and a white
star on her forehead. I felt a little
more oneasy at tho idea of his bavin'
his eye on mo and my vallyblo mail.
So I jest made up my mind to keep
away from any horsemen that I might
see layin' around loose.
"Well, after I cot out on tho open
prairie tho wind, which was kinder
held back by the buildincs, at Lara
mie, struck mo full force. You call
this a hard wind, do yer? Well, ye'd
oughter ha' seed that wind my landl
this is only a zeffer. Anyhow, it did
blow fearful hard, drivin' the small
frozen bits of snow into my face like
so many needles.
"By midnight tho wind all went
down till thero was scarcely a breath,
and tho moon camo out white and full,
till it was 'most like daylight.
"Suddenly, I heard a horse's foot
steps, clickin' on the frozen ground.
Mv heart iumped into mv mouth and
1 turned around pretty lively I tell
ye, and I see quite a piece back up the
road a feller on hossback, comin' aft
er me at a pietty still rate.
"I put the spurs into my littlo sor
rel and took out one of my pistols
and cocked it. The feller didn't seem
to be in any very great hurry to catch
up with me, for I soon had him a mile
or two behind. Then I slowed up
again and went on at a jog-trot. I
had ridden about 15 miles or so when
I heard the boss agin. Seein' how
easy I got away from him before I
waited till he was protty close, forget
tin' how easy a bullet in my back
would make up tho distance. Then I
was jest goin' to spur up again, wnen
haoniifvl nnf-. 'Sfnn. what's ver bur-
light niU3tacho. The'only part of hU
face I didn't liko was his eyes. I
couldn't seo them very well, for his
Boft,broad-brimmcd felt hat was null
ed over 'em, but they seemed to look
right through me and it made mo feel
nervous. IIo was dressed in a Mexi
can rig, a bluish broadcloth jacket,
edged and decyrated with gold braid
and buttons, a pair of loose bitckskin
pants and high boots. Tho butt of a
rovolver peeked out of his sash, and
another 1 could seo in a holster at his
hip. I noticed him very close, and he
looked wonderful trim and neat. We
rid on a good piece, laughin' and talk
in and I was feelin' pretty cheorful,
'cause there was two of us in case
French Pete did turn up.
"Well, we cot almost to Ueadwoou.
and near the woods about three miles
from there, when suddenly somethin
took me to look at his boss. I hadn't
done this afore don't know why,
but I had't and Jiminy Corn! there
was tho famous littlo mare, with her
whito trimmings and long mane and
tail oh, yes, it was French Pete's
boss, sure enough. But I didn't let
on that I knew, and I was 'most be
ginning to think I must be mistaken
when we camo out of the woods. The
sun was just, rising, and wo cot to
that big pine remember it, Joe?
just as the full circle came up over
the prairie. Just under thi3 tree my
my companion says, with a little
chuckle. 'Jim, look at this.' Kinder
startled, I turned, and I tell you the
hair riz right straight up on my head.
I was lookin' plumb into tho muzzle
of a big six-shoottr. uchl
" 'Wha what's this!' says I, skeer
ed 'most out of my wits I never was
much on studyin' the internals of
loaded weapons through the barrel.
Ho laughed and said: 'Didn't know
you had French Poto lor a travelin'
companion, uia yer well, it means
thet I'd like to look oyer yer mail abit,'
and then he roared right out as ho see
the long faco I put on, for 1 couldn' ;
help thinking' of what Fred Jones had
told me. and kinder wonderin' if there
really was seen a pllo of money in them
bass.
'Well,' says I, 'I, don't seo as I
can help it, hero they be.'
" 'You unbuckle them yerself,' says
he. 'I'll keep an eyo on this pistol
anl see that it don't go off, but I'm
afeared I couldn't manage it if you
should cut up any shines; it goes off
mighty easy, and ho chuckled again,
for I could see thet if it should go off
a '32' would cut a tunnel right
through my head.
"All of a sudden I thought of some
thin' and jest as suddenly I iound
that I couldn't onbuckle the trap that
held tho bags to the saddle. I fussed
at it for several minutes and French
Pete was gettin' impatient. 'Hurry
up,' says lie, 'I can't control this wep
pin much longer.'
" '1 can't onbuckle this,' says I.
" 'Tako your knife,' says he, with
an oath. I got it out of my lelt, got
tho point under the strap and then it
slipped out of my fingers and dropped
to the ground.
Then, without thinking, and I'veal
ways thought ho was a "fool not to
shoot mo on tho snot, ho lowered his
pistol, put it back in his sash, and
whipping out a bi bowio rodo up
along side. This littlo proceedin' of
his cost him just fivo years
of liberty. Maybe he thought
I was dreadful skecred, but
ho made a big mistake. Jest
the minuto he put away his pis
tol I pulled out both of mino and
poked them, cocked and ready for
business, right into his face, and says,
as calm as I could: 'French Pete,'
says I, 'hands up! Your road-agont
business is jest about wound up
hands up, lively!' IIo see that I'd jest
as soon shoot him as not, and held
up-both arms.
"I kept one of my pistols lookin' at
him while I searched him and cleaned
him of weppins. Then I tied his hands
to tho back of his saddle and his icet
under the hose, and onbucklin' ono
side of his curb-rem, druv him in front'
ot me, with a cocked revolver in tho
other hnnd. I got into Laramie all
right with mv pris'ner about nine
o'clock, and he was tried, sentenced!
and did his five years in stato prison.
A government court tried him a Lar
amie judge would ha' hanged him on
the nearest tree.
"He come out of prison a diflerent
chap. Ho started in the mines and
made his pile; then ho went to New
York and married. In about two
years ho come back, and now he's the
biggest toad in tlje government assay
office hero at S . His real name is
Joseph Kennedy, and," the mail car
rier suddenly added, nodding towards
the short man in buckskin; "there he
is, and hero comes your train." And
the mail carrier rose, stretched him
self, took up his lantern and mail bags
and went out into tho storm.
"All aboard!" and with a parting
shriek, a jerk and a spasmodic snort,
the train rolled on its way. and the
little station was left deserted, alone
in the darkness and the wind.
PRAISE FOR WOMEN.
Some of tho Protty Things Said
About tho Chorlshed Sox.
Mnry E. Spencer, in Globe Democrat.
If the Bible had said man was mado
out of a woman's rib, I would believe;
for of all things in this world a man is
most helpless alone. A chicken two
hours out of tho shell can take better
care cf itself than a man can. So it
is all right that a man by 20 or 25
should be looking around for a wom
an to take caro of him; and a woman
never is permitted to look around for
a man. Tho women do not need to
go courting. I am sure there is some
mistake in tho translation. It should
read that a man was made of a rib of
a woman.
I can not stick a pin down in litera
ture, but I como upon the praise of
women, and it is not for me to say it
is not all deserved. Let me give
you a tasto of my collection of
nice things. Martin Luther said:
"Earth ha3 nothing more tender
than a woman's heart when it
is the abode of pity. Michelet said:
"Woman is the Sunday of man; not
his repose only, but his joy tho 3alt
of his life." That is a little mixed as
a figure, I allow, but Mr. Michelet
meant well, and when one is in love
he can not help getting a little flur
ried. At least it is so with women.
John Adams said: "All that I am
my mother mado me." Lord Lans
downe said: "If the whole world wero
put into ono scalo ana my mother in
to the other, tho world would kick tho
beam." I like that because of all
things I am sure the very best is a no
ble mother. Tho Arabs say: "One
can get a hundred wives, but ho can
never got but one mother; therefore a
mother is equal to one hundred
wives." But Leopold Schefer has it
better yet, when ho says: "But one
thing on earth :s better than the wife,
that is the mother."
However, the wife cets enough
praise and need not be jealous. N. P.
Villis said, as sweetly as he said all
things: "The sweetest thing in life is the
unclouded welcome of a wife." Rich
ter, that is, tho divine Jean Paul,
said: "No man can either livo pious
ly or be righteous without a wife."
Emerson said: "A beautiful woman
is a practical poet, taming her savage
mate, planting tenderness, hope and
eloquence in all she approaches." I
have, however, never heard that Mrs.
Emerson had much taming to do
only she must seo that her mate had
his hat on when ho went abroad.
Among tho very pretty things said
of women Whittfer has given us this:
"If woman lost us Eden, such as she
alone restores it." Voltairesaid: "It
is woman who teaches us repose, civ
ility and dignity." Ruskin says
a great many fine things of
woman. "Shakspeare has no hevoes;
he has only heroines." This is al
ways true in a ruder, earlier stago of
society. Woman always begins civili
zation. Tho honor of woman has al
ways been tho corner-stone in build
ing socially. A race lacking respect
for women has never advanced politi
cally and socially, or has speedily de
caved. Lessingsaid: "Nature meant
to make woman its masterpiece."
Loniucius, 2200 yearb ago said:
"Woman is tho world's masterpiece."
But Malherbo spoke the mind of all
Frenchmen when he said: "There aro
only two beautiful things in the world
women and roses; and only two
sweet things women and melons."
This was gallant, but natural; and it
gave women her true nlace as a blos
som and fruit of nature.
Concerning women and men at
equals Ruskin says: "We are foolish
and without excuse, in claiming the
superiority of our stx to
tho other. In truth, each has
what tho other has not. One
completes the other, and they are in
nothing alike. The happine.-s of both
depends on eat.h asking and receiving
from the other what the other only
can give." Thackeray arew tins con
trast: "Almost all women will give a
sympathizing hearing to men who are
in love. Be they ever so old, thev
grow young again in that- conversa
tion and renew their own early time.
Men are not quito bo generous." Vol
taire said: "All the reasonings of men
are not worth one sentiment of wom
an." Gladstone says: "Woman is
the most perfect when the most wom
anly." Dr. Clark says: "Man is not
superior to woman, nor woman to man.
Tne relation of the sexes is one of
equality, not of better and wor&e, or
of higher and lower. The loftiest ideal
ol humanity demands that each shall
be perfect in its btst work. The lily is
not interior to the rose, nor the oak
superior to the clover; yet the glory of
the lily is one, andtheglory of the oak
is another, and the use o! the oak W
not the use of tho clover."
he called out. 'Stop, what's yer hur
ry?' but instead of tho gruff, coarse
voice I expected from French Pete I
supposed it was him it was as soft as
a woman's. A good deal easier in my
mind, I reigned in, and as thestranger
came up I looked him over mighty
keerful. He was a young man not
over twenty-five or six, inclined to be
short and thick-set, with yellow hair
hangiu round his shoulders and a
The Cowboy of Russia.
The Cossacks furnished the cavalry
and the Russians think it is the finest
in tho world, although there is a de
cided difference of opinion on this sub
iect among military authorities. Out
side of Russia the Cossack is regarded
as a good scout and an active guer
rilla, but worthless for regular war
fare. He is a cowboy, the gaucho of
Russia, was borne in a saddle, has a
contempt for agriculture (all the food
products among the Cossacks are
raised by tho women), a contempt lor
schools, would not learn to read or
write if he had the opportunity, and
is just about half civilized.
But the Cossacks are a Jrace of free
men. They havo never been serfs, and
have never paid taxes to any author
ity. They own vast tracts ol land In
eastern Russia, where they raise herds
of cattle, sheep and horses. All their
land is held in common and tho peo
ple livo in communes. Their system
of local government is tho same as
that of the Bedouins; the same as that
of the children of Isreal in the time of
Moses and Abraham. W. E. Curtis.
A Weather Fable.
From tbe New York Tribune.
Abou Manhattan may her tribe
increase and multiply and possess the
earth awoke ono night from a sweet
dream of pea and spring lamb and
saw within the electric light of thecity
hall park an angel writing on a type
writer. Exceeding blizzard made
Manhattan cold. And to the presence
in the park she said: "What writest
thou?" The vision raised its head and
remarked that it was making a list of
cities that have experienced more or
less weather this winter. "And is
mine one?" said Manhattan. "Nay,
not so," replied tho vision. Manhat
tan speaks more loud and confident
and said, "I pray thee, then, just hunt
up my record for March 12." The
angel hunted it up and vanished. Tho
next night it came again with a grea;
wakening light, and showed a list of
cities that have experienced more or
less weather this winter, and lo, Man
hattan's name led all thb rest and all
the other names had been carefully
erased.
Moral This fable teaches that the
Mayor of Bismarck, Dak., was justi
fied in telegraphing Mayor Hewitt to
draw upon the town for fifty dollars'
worth of provisions or old clothes.
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