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VOLUME XXVIII.-XUMBER 24.
OOLTJMfctJS, NEBRASKA. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 22, 1897.
WHOLE NUMBER 1,428.
FElLN UOIT AUE.
V7
ND Fern Cottage is
leased for two
years to a widow
lady, Mrs. Raynor.
She brought good
letters from New
York, and supports
herself by coloring
fashion plates for
a magazine there."
This was the last
statement my law
yer made upon the long-winded recital
of the state of my affairs, when I re
turned from a seven-years' absence, to
i, ..- ... ni.-.,i in mv own home.
He had by my directions renovated and
put into good order the large, hand
some house that was my Inheritance
from father, grandfather and great
grandfather, passing in each genera
tion through a course of modernizing
that still left the stately, old-fashiened
walls and extensive grounds intact. W c
Hiltons were very fond of Hilton place,
and had ample means wherewith to
maintain its beauty.
But beside my own home. I also pos
sessed several houses in the village of
Crawford and one cottage just at the
boundary line of my garden, a pretty
nlace that mv mother had christened
Fern Cottage, from the number of rare
ferns that nrstled in the little garden
under fanciful miniature grottos and
Biles of rock placed there.
I confess to a feeling of decided an
noyance when I heard that this little
gem of a country home had been leased
to a workingwonian. It had been a
summer resort for some of our own in
timate friends, who preferred an inde
pendent home to the hospitalities of
others, and it annoyed me to think of
any one living there who would not
preserve its dainty furniture and pret
ty surroundings with cultured taste,
llut I kept my opinion to myself, and.
Indeed, for many days, was so crowd
ed with business calls that I quite for
got the matter.
It was after twilight on a warm Ap
ril evening that, passing the cottage. I
saw through open windows my new
tenant. She was bending over a small
table, apparently drawing, while the cir
cle of light from a student lamp fell
full upon her. I had fancied a vul
gar, commonplace woman. This was
what I saw:
A figure slender and graceful, with
hands as white and perfect as if carv
ed In marblo. A face purely oval, col
orless and fair, with regular features.
and shaded by hair of midnight black.
Twice, while I looked, she lifted her
eyes, large, lustrous and dark, full of
Fupprcsped pain. A face that covered
n heart full of bitter anguish, a brain
fensitive and cultivated.
T am a physician, though I have prac
ticed little, preferring to write for the
use of younger students: but I love my
profession, and cannot quite keep its
Instincts quiet, when I study a new
face. And all these instincts warned
me that here was a woman hurnins a
candle already flickering at both ends.
I had quite forgotien that mine was
not a strictly honorable position, thus
spying on a solitary woman's privacy,
when an elderly woman, seemingly an
upper servant of better days, came into
the room.
"Will you never cease working?" she
said, fretfully. "When the daylight is
gone, and you cannot sort your colors.
rou take up that drawing that is ruin
ing your eyes. Rest, child!"
Then the voice I knew must belong
to that face. full. rich, melodious, but
freighted with sadness, answered her:
"Rest! You know I cannot rest!"
"Play then! Do anything but strain
vour eyes any longer over that fine
work."'
The widow rose then, sweeping her
heavy, black draperies across the room
to the piano, where she played. Surely
If this was recreation, it was a pitiful
mockery. Wailing, minor music full
of sobbing pain. Heavy chords melt
ing into sad refrains. A master touch.
a rare power in the long, slender fin
gers only called out strains of heart
breaking pathos.
The old servant took out her knit
ting, seemingly satisfied to have driv
en her mistress from actual work, and
the darkness fell around me. making
still clearer the bright circle of light
upon the table, and the soft, shadowy
gloom of the corner where Mrs. Rav
nor. with her deep, sad eyes and break
ing heart, poured out something of her
pain in music
A soft rain drove me home, but 1
mused long and deeply over my ten
ant. I called several times, and re
ceived courteous welcome, was enter
tained by strictly conventional conver
sation, heard the riano in some fash
ionable, showy music, and found the
surface society of Mrs. Raynor. a gen
tle, refined lady, attractive and agree
ableno more.
I might have accepted this for the
real woman, but I had a habit of lin
gering about my garden, and as the
drawing room of Fern Cottage com
manded no other view, my neighbor
seldom closed the windows as the
spring crept into summer. Paler, more
shadowy, with added sadness in the
great, dark eyes. Mrs. Raynor became
almost ethereal as the warm weather
stole something each day from her
strength, and I was not surprised one
morning to see old Susan coming has
tily into my hallway.
"Oh, Doctor Wilton," she said, "she
has fainted orer those horrid pictures!
Will you coni?"
I went at once, finding my patient
prostrated at last, and gently submis
sive to all my commands but one, the
most imperative.
"I must work," she said, "as long
as I can hold a brush."
"But you will die." I said, bluntly,
"if you do not take a few weeks of
entire rest."
"Die!" sae said, quietly, not as if
there was any terror in the thought
but ars if it was a new possibility in
some problem of life. "No. I must not
die yet!"
"Then you must obey me." I answer
ed. "I will send a carriage every af
ternoon with a carefu! driver and yon
country. And I pointed to a scat, say
ing; "Susan, I am past sixty years old,
crippled, as you see, seldom leaving
my home except for foreign travel
no gossip. If you think you can trust
me with Mrs. Raynor's secret trouble,
I may be able to cure her."
The woman looked startled for a
moment, and then, bursting into tears,
she said:
"Oh, sir, it's awful trouble, and we
don't want it to be known about here!"
"I'll not betray you," I said, gently.
"You see, sir. she is not a widow,
after thinking herself one for four
years! He. Mr. Raynor, sir. for she's
never hid her name, is a bad man, a
man who nearly killed her with his
drinking and gambling and bad com
pany. He spent all the money her
father left her, he crippled her boy
with a blow of his drunken fists, and
then he left her poor and sick, and
the bor all crushed. She worked day
and night for the child, little Harold,
and he grew to nine years old, but al
ways oooked and puny. Then Mr.
Raynor found us out, and he would
have -Zaken th child, he would, the
fiend, because she loved it. So we
stole Harold away in the night and
sent him to Germany with a friend.
I'm telling my story all wrong, sir.
We heard Mr. Raynor was dead heard
It from his own brother, too, who be
lieved it, and Miss Edna Mrs. Raynor,
I mean thought herself free, when
she let Mr. Duchesne come to see her.
and ah. well, doctor, he was a true
man; gentle, kind and loving, and so
good to Harold. She thought she was
a widow, and her heart was sore, so
sore you can never guess, for she was
one to take trouble hard and what
harm, if they loved each other? They
would have been married if Mr. Ray
nor had not came back, pleased as
Punch to find he could make a little
more misery for his wife."
"Hut he Is not living now?"
"Yes. he is. sir; the more's the
pity! Mr. Duchesne Is In Germany
with Harold, and my poor dear is work
ing her precious life away to pay for
the baths for the boy. and to keep
Mr. Raynor away. She pays him so
much a month to leave her in peace."
"And this delicate woman supports a
husband and child?" I said.
"Yes, sir, and lives upon the mean
est of everything for the sake of be
ing alone! It's awful, doctor, to think
of those two loving hearts, one in Ger
many, one fretting here, and a bad
man between them. They won't even
write to each other, but we hear from
Harold how kind Mr. Duchesne is to
him. It is like him to try to comfort
her by being so good to her crippled
boy!"
"It is a sad story," I said. "And I
was too hasty in thinking I might help
Mrs. Raynor if I knew It. We have no
medicines, Susan, for such misery as
this."
But yet I was glad to have heard the
story. I sent books to the cottage, and
I went over frequently, trying to win
the heavy-hearted woman away from
her own troubled thought3,and amazed
at her rare patience and courage, I had
done but little in my efforts to restore
her health, when Susan came hastily
to summon me one heavy August day.
"Come, please," she urged. "He's
there, hurt!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Mr. Raynor! He came cursing and
swearing, because his money was not
sent last month, and this morning he
(5AMPFIRE SKETCHES,
GOOD
SHORT
THE VETERANS.
Abraham Lincoln's First Lots Callsto
ga, Cal., Has the Wtman Who Re
fused the Great Coinwanilcr IVcar
iBff the Volunteer rnlforiK.
Little GlITeil.
UT or Uie fecal ana
foremost lire.
Out of the hospital
;7 walls as dire;
?js : cmiueii oi Biai".-ovi
. and gangrene.
rlC-S) (Eighteenth Dattie.
S&V'V-'.J? Specter! suoh as you
&&'& -tiZZ- seldom see
,'WyCyi t iti ntfrcn. of Ten-
'jffiJtZsSSsZ r.cssee!
A year passed, and one evening. Just
before the Christmas time, I opened
the cottage door. Upon my startled
ears fell the sounds of song. Never
had I heard Mrs. Raynor's rich, melod
ious voice in song before, and I paused,
astonished, as Susan whispered:
"Her boy is coming home for Christ
mas. Mr. Duchesne is bringing him,
and we expect them any day. And
Harold is perfectly cured."
I did not go In. Such joy as that
I felt should have no witness.
They came, these eagerly expected
travelers, just before the Christmas
bells rang out their joyful peals. The
slender, handsome boy had his moth
er's face, and was evidently cured and
on the way to a noble manhood.
And of his companion I can only say
that I have no truer or more valued
friend than Frank Duchesne, who
comes every summer with his beauti
ful wife and pretty children to spend
the hot months at Fern Cottage. N.
Y. Ledger.
POINTS FOR THE HOUSEWIFE.
Stained leather chair seats and
couch covers may be cleaned by rub
bing It with lightly beaten white cf
egg. For grease stains benzine may be
used.
It is often a difficult matter to clean
brushes so as not to loosen the glue
which holds the bristles nor to stain
the silver backs. Perhaps the best way
is to immerse the bristles in boiling
soapsuds, in which a small piece of
soda has been dissolved, shaking the
brush gently from side to side, be
ing careful not to plunge it in over
the back. Then rinse it thoroughly in
cold, blued water, to preserve the col
or; the use of the two extreme tem
peratures will maintain the stiffness of
the bristles.
A paste made of benzine and whiting
is said to be excellent for rcmeving
grease stains from stone steps, while
a paste made of whiting and chloride
of lime spread on the stains and left
to dry In the sun is said to be almost
inrallible m removing marcs. " The whitest soul of my chivalry,
fine brushed over and well into the tiny J For ..Lltt je Giffen." of Tennessee.
holes is said to be the most effectual
remedy for the ravages of the wood
worm; a second good application tor
this same pest is an even coat of pure
copal varnish.
G. H. W.dieigh. the represent of STRANGE THEATER.
"Take him and Orel
come!" the sur
ccons said:
Little the doctor can help the dead.
So we took him. and brought Mm where
The balm was nweet In the summer air;
And we laid him down on ft wholesome
bed
Utter Lazarus, heel to head!
And we watched the war with abated
breath .
Skeleton boy against skeleton Dea".
Months of torture, how many such?
Weary weeks of the stick and crutch :
And still a Rllnt of the steel-blue eyo
Told of a spirit that wouldn't die,
And didn't. Nay. more! In death s despite
The crippled skeleton "learned to write.
"Dear mother" at tirst. of course; aYicl
then
"Dear captain," inquiring about the men.
Captain's answer: "Of cighty-and-llve,
Giffen and I are left alive."
Wnr.i nf pinnm from the var. one day:
Johnson pressed at the front, they sa.
Little GiiTen was up and away:
A tear his (lrst-as he bade good-by.
Dimmed the clint of his steel-blue eye.
Til write If soared." There was news
of the fiRht
But none of Giffen. He did not write.
I sometimes fancy that were I kins
Of the princely Knights of the Golden
With the' song of the minstrel InT mine
car, .
And the tender legend that trembles Here,
I'd cive the best, on bended Knee,
the United States navy at the prona
tion, had some difficulty over the qdSs-
STORIES FOR I ion of precedence, growing out of t
fact that McCook, claimed tne ieaa mj
virtue of his high volunteer rank 4
shown by his uniform. Minister Breck
inridge sustained the army officer, and
the state department was obliged to
call upon the war and navy depart
ment for their construction of the stat
ute granting officers the right to bear
the rank and wear the uniform of their
highest volunteer rank.
The direct issue was presented in a
recent application of James T. Farrell,
brevet major of United States volun
teers and late captain of the Fifth New
York Heavy Artillery. The two de
partments were unable to agree upon
... i
the matter, and it was referred to tne ,
attorney general. The latter nas ae
cided that only ex-officers may wear
such uniforms and bear such rank.
In other words, an officer at present
on the army rolls can wear the uni
form of volunteer rank, but persons
who Wjwe honorably mustered out of
ine volunteer service wu w ..
army connection now may wear it on
occasions of ceremony. This is in line
with the former construction given to
the law by the war department, but it
appears that the practice was about to
be reversed, which would have been a
severe blow to many thousands of vol
unteer officers.
"ADVANCED" DRAMA IS HEARD
BY A PARIS AUDIENCE.
Boa tery lively Gatherings AplM
and Catcalls MlBgled at the Slightest
Pretext All Boaeasl Throwa la
Ferment.
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BURST INTO TEARS.
went over to Crawford and got drunk.
He was coming home again, when he
stumbled, somehow, and fell under a
hay cart. He's badly hurt. I think
the wheels went over his breast. I
suppose, bad as he is, we'll have to
nurse him."
And bad as he was, tyrant, torment
or and traitor, the new patient thus
thrown upon in;.' hands was nursed as
tenderly as if he had been both lov
ing and beloved. Out of her heavy
despondency, throwing self aside, Mrs.
Raynor developed her charitable, for
giving nature in the weeks of illness
that followed her husband's injuries,
fatal from the first. I believe she
would have kept him in life if by any
self-sacrifice it had been possible, but
she could only make smoother the pas
sage to the grave.
I had thought her own tenure of life
but frail, but in her devotion she grew
stronger. She gained sleep by actual
physical exhaustion, and calmness by
the consciousness of duty performed.
Susan, by my advice, provided food
that was nourishing in small quantities
and as the injured man passed toward
the portals of eternity, we kept his
wife from throwing her own life away
by our united efforts.
I would like, for humanity's sake, to
write that the reprobate reformed, or
even showed common gratitude for the
care lavished upon him. but he died as
he had lived, sinking into stupor for
days before the end came, and never.
Susan assured me, bestowing one word
1 of thanks upon his gentle, tender
I nurse.
1 It was a small funeral cortege that
I left Fern Cottage to take the remains
of John Raynor to his New York home.
I insisted upon escorting the widow.
and left her with an aunt, who was
svmoathizinc and kind, but evidently
I spoke from her heart when she said
to me:
"Thank the Lord, he is dead this
time!"
I scarcelv expected Fern Cottage to
i - .
must go with Susan for a drive. You . be occupied soon again, biu Mrs. itay
must be outdoors as much as possible. nor returned in a few weeks, working
excepting dnring the heat of the day. ' again busily, for her boy. she told me,
end then, if possible, sleep." ' content to bear some further separa-
Her dreary smile confirmed my opin- j tion. as he was gaining greatly by the
ion that sleep was a rare visitor at
her pillow, lm sh did not say so.
Indeed, she mad no complaint, evi
dently allowing my visits solely out of
regard for Susan.
And to Susar I turned st lost for
counsel. Fhe ha r.-rr.o to my house
The best way to stiffen silk hand
kerchiefs in the washing Is to dip them
In a bran water, although a rinsing in
cold water, in which a little sugar has
been dissolved, will give a good effect
A solution of Isinglass dissolved in
water Is probably the best of all, as
the stiffness imparted to silk articles
thus treated will be more lasting than
that given in any other way.
A pretty way of arranging scent bot
tles Is to tie them up in long narrow
bags of silk, with dainty ribbon bows
about the necks; they are then sus
pended by ribbons from the gas jets.
Deep Ilole la the Ocean.
The deepest spots so far sounded In
the ocean, were found a year or two
ago by the surveying ship Penguin,
while returning from the Tonga group
to New Zealand. In three places a
depth exceeding five thousand fathoms
was found. Till these soundings were
made, the deepest water found was to
the northeast of Japan, where. In 1874.
the United States steamer Tuscarora
obtained a cast of 4.655 fathoms.
The Penguin's soundings are 5,022,
5,147 and 5,155 fathoms. The increase
is therefore 500 fathoms, or 3,000 feet
These soundings are separated from
one another by water much less deep,
and the holes may not be connected.
The distance from the two extreme
soundings Is 450 miles. Specimens of
the bottom were recovered from the
two deeper soundings, and prove to
be the usual red clay found in all the
deepest parts of the ocean.
These soundings afford additional
evidence of the observed fact that the
deepest holes are not In the centers of
the oceans, but are near land, as two
of them are within one hundred miles
of islands of the Kermandec group,
and the other not far from a shoal.
Doubtless deeper depressions in the
bed of the sea are yet to be found, but
the fact, that this sounding of 30,930
feet shows that the ocean contains de
pressions below the surface greater
than the elevation of the highest
known mountains is perhaps worthy of
record.
Don't Blame Hint.
Because his wife drank thirteen gal
lons of fine old wine stored in his cel
lar, Jacob Wahl, of Abilene, Kan., has
applied for a divorce.
NOTES OF THE VOGUE.
German treatment But the aesoiate
yearning was gone from the large, dark
eyes, and health came back slowly In
the winter months, when my advice
was followed, and Susaj guarded my
patient against overwork. The piano
ceased to wail and sob, and the slen-
for some n-.rri-r t yr:. l-"-usht from ! fingers found tasks in weaving
Paris an opiate nut yt in j:so in this gladder strains.
Moire ribbons are, for the moment,
higher in fashionable favor than satin
or taffeta.
Oyster color is the very newest shade
and is particularly effective in heavy
satin or faille.
A new summer dress material is
called challie do lustre, and is. as Its
name indicates, a glossy, fabric, some
what resembling mohair.
The modish silks for early autumn
wear arc in the pretty bayadere stripes,
a trying fashion, however, becoming to
none but women of the Trilby type.
Narrow baby ribbon is a feature on
modish gowns, and is now ruffled and
used to edge ribbons of greater width
a particularly pretty finish for the
long ribbon sash.
The old fashioned iron grenadine is
again the vogue, superseding the flim
sv materials which masquerade under
that name, and to which even the
crispest of taffetas fails to give a sat
isfactory body.
Brilliant hued plaids are in high fav
or, and the up-to-date girl revels in an
endless variety of sailor-hat bands.belts
and neckties, which, worn in sets, give
a chic finish to her duck skirt and tail
or-built shirt waist.
A full niche of black at the throat
gives a modish finish to the simplest
costume and is a needed touch of pre
caution these chilly August evenings.
One recently seen in London is of black
chiffon, cascaded to the waist-line and
edged with narrow white ostrich feath
er trimming.
To avoid that unpleasant sagging at
the bottom of the dress the newest silk
petticoats are stiffened at the hem with
a whalebone, one ingenious woman
who particularly dreads an appearance
of limpness placing a second bore
across the front breadth in a casing ten
inches above the dust flounce.
Abraham Lincoln's First Love.
A correspondent of the New York
Sun, writing from Calistoga, CaL.writes
that the woman who was Abaham Lin
coln's first love, and refusel to marry
him, has been long a resident of that
town. Now she is Mrs. Susan Boyce.
but when she was Lincoln's sweetheart
she was Miss Susan Reid, of New
Salem, on the Sangamon river, in Illi
nois. "My father was one of Lincoln s best
friends," she said, in speaking of her
acquaintance with President Lincoln.
"He was Lewis C. Reid, add it was he
who took Lincoln to Springfield and
introduced him to William E. Seward,
from whom he borrowed the first law
books he ever read. Mr. Lincoln and
my father belonged to the same polit
ical party, and they used to talk poll
tics by the hour. I first met him In
1836 at the house of a neighbor named
Able. There was quite a party of
young people there, and I remember
that he seemed very bashful. He
soon began to pay me a good deal of at
tention, which pleased my father more
than it did me, for my father liked him
very much and had great faith in him.
Mr. Lincoln often took me out horse
back riding and to singing school and
church. He was a spiritualist, and he
believed In dreams. He often told me
his dreams were prophetic. He also
talked of the stars a great deal, and I
remember I thought him a queer kind
of a fellow. Still, he was very enter
taining, and he studied hard all the
time.
"He was not as ardent a lover as I ve
seen since, but he kept his case going
pretty lively, and pressed me hard for
an answer. He told me I was the first
woman he ever loved, and that he was
sure he could never love any one else
as he did me. and I believe he meant
what he said. I did not want to marry
him, because I didn't love him, and so I
invented a story about being engaged
to a young man back in Kentucky,
where we had come from. That cooled
his ardor for a little while, but he soon
began coming to see me again, and
finally he told my father that he would
call on a certain day for my final an
swer. When the day came I made it
a point to be away from home, and
Lincoln didn't get over the way I treat
ed him. My father lectured me about
it, and told me I had made a dunce of
myself, but my mother took my part,
and said that if I did not love him I
ought not to marry him.
"While Lincoln was courting me we
were one night at a little party where
the young folks were trying their for
tunes with a Bible and a door key. Mr.
Lincoln was always very much interest
ed in such things, and at once he
wanted to know all about the game. It
was explained to him that the key
would be placed on a verse in the open
Bible and when questions were asked
the key was supposed to turn by super
natural power. Lincoln asked, 'Will
Susie marry a man whose name begins
with L7 and the key did not move.
Then he asked, 'Will she marry a man
whose name begins with B?' and the
key whirled. A young man named
Brooks was then paying me some at
tention, whenever Lincoln gave him an
opportunity, and he was the one re
ferred to. for I did not then dream
of Mr. Boyce, whom I afterward mar
ried. "I never heard Mr. Lincoln make a
speech, and I never saw him after 1S37.
My father scolded me so much for re
fusing nis offer that I married rather
sooner than I might otherwise have
done in order to escape being lectured.
My husband was a friend of Lincoln's,
and they fought side by side in the
Black Hawk war. I draw a pension
now by reason of the injuries he re
ceived there.
"My husband and I went to Texas
In 1849, where I knew Sam Houston
well, and in 1852 we came to California."
The Lat Basle-Call.
The St. Louis Globe-Democrat has
discovered that the last summons to
battle in the civil war was a bugle call
to charge, given by Nathaniel Sisson
on the field of Appomattox.
Mr. Sisson enlisted when the war
broke out, and at its close was a bugler
under Custer. His regiment was in
the saddle before day on the eventful
eighth day of April, and began to skir
mish with the enemy. An hour later
they reached the position from which
iha mlmnrahl( call to charge was
blown.
The next moment two of General
Gordon's aids rode out in advance of
the column. One of them carried a
towel fastened to a musket General
Gordon stated afterward that the towel
was soiled and ragged; but, old and
torn as it was, it carried a message of
peace to the whole country.
General Custer, seeing this flag of
truce, halted his charging column
and rode alone to the tent of the Con
federate general. When he came out
he said to General Kapehart, uncover
ing his head, "General Lee is treating
for capitulation."
The war was over.
The men nearest to him caught the
quiet words and burst into a frenzied
cheer. They were men who had fought
bravely, but who thanked God now
that the war was ended. The cheer
swept down the valley, and the hills
shook with the shout which meant
peace.
Let us hope that Nathaniel SIsson's
bugle call to battle on that April morn
ing was the last that shall ever sum
mon brother to charge against brother
in. this land of ours.
Doollttlc's Brief Speech.
From Chicago Journal: Auditor
Work of the office of the county super
little incident of public service relates a
llttel Incident concerning Senator Doo
little, who died yesterday, which he
says greatly impressed him.
"A friend and I were walking with
the senator a few months ago," said he,
"when the conversation turned to war
times.
"Senator Doolittle was a stanch sup
porter of the anti-slavery policy and a
great admirer of Lincoln. 'The most
eloquent speech of my life,' said the
senator, 'was the briefest one I ever
made. It was upon the eve of the nomi
nation of Lincoln for the second term
of his presidency. A number of the
leaders of the party had been called to
gether secretly to discuss the advisa
bility of re-electing Lincoln. They were
much disturbed over the question and
after others had spoken, called upon
me, as I happened to be present, to
make a speech.
" 'I said: "Fellow Countrymen: I
believe in God Almighty; and, so be
lieving. I have faith in Abraham Lin
coln." "I have learned later that that speech
was directly responsible for the re
nomination of Lincoln. I believe the
meeting at which it was made was kept
so secret that the newspapers failed to
learn of it, and the public never knew
how near it came to losing this great
man as its chief executive."
VThat lie Escaped.
An old revolutionary soldier in Port
land had a small pension, of which lie
was very proud, and by doing such
work as he could he secured a suffi
cient income to provide for his modest
wants. One day he slipped at the top
of a flight of stairs, and fell almost to
the bottom. The mistress of the house
hurried to him in great alarm, ana
asked if he thought he was seriously
injured.
"I guess not. ma'am," he said, ris
ing stiffly to his feet and gasping with
fright; "I don't think I'm killed. Bur
whsri I was half way down the stairs,
ma um, thinks I, 'I'm a-going to lose
my pension, sure!' " Argonaut.
Question or Rank Decided.
Washington Post: An echo of the
coronation ceremony which led to so
much correspondence on such subjects
as diplomatic uniform, court procedure,
and matters of precedence in official
ceremonies, is found in an opinion just
rendered by the attorney general,
touching the respective rights of vol
unteer and regular army and navy offi
cers to wear the uniform of the high
est rank which they attained during
the rebellion.
Col. John J. McCook, who. represent
ed the United States army, and Capt
A Flctnrcftie Fiftnre.
Boston Transcript: General Logan
had always a histrionic touch. Even in
the privacy of domesticity he could
direct a boy to black his shoes with a
dramatic air. He was more than a hero
to such valets as his democratic nature
permitted him. His horse has a nat
ural ritht to champ and paw, and he
to hold the flag on high which the St
Gaudeni statue gives him in commem
oration of one of the truly dramatic in
cidents in his career.
A Jnst rrotest.
A gei tleman had left his corner setft
in an already crowded car to go in
f.earch of something to eat, leaving a
vug to reserve his seat. On returning
he fourd that, in spite of the rug and
the pnitests of his follow passengers.
the ser.t had been usurped by one In
lady's garments. To his protestations
her lofty reply was:
"Do you know, sir, that I am one ot
the director's wives?"
"Madam," he replied, "were you the
director's only wife, I should still pro
test." Argonaut.
Over 17,000 different kinds of buttons
have been found in pictures of mediae,
val clothing.
UK theater in
question In in Paris
and its name is the
Theatre de l'Oeu
vre. Before com
ing to the features
of this Institution,
which more espe
cially concern us
here, a word must
be said as to it
nature, says the
Pall Mall Gazette. Since tho disap
pearance of the famous Theatre Libre
the Theatre de 'Oeuvre is the most
Important of what the Parisians term
the theatre a cote of the irregular
theaters that is, whose performances
ars intermittent and not open to tho
general public by payment at the doors
but to subscribers and deadheads.
The counterpart of these theaters in
London is the Independent theater. It
must not be supposed from what fol
lows that the Theatre de 1'Oeuvre is
a more or less fantastic institution
without claim to be taken seriously.
On the contrarj. it has played an im
portant part in recent French dramat
ic history. An account of the piocea st
haf: produced and of the authors it
tho Theatre de 1'Oeuvre is the most
interesting and instructive, but is be
yond our purpose, which is to deal
with certain side characteristics o' the
performances M. Lugne-Poc ban now
been giving for several years.
At the Theatre de 'Oeuvre it .s to
some extent a matter of indifference
whether the piece be good or bad,
whether it interests or bores you. In
deed, it is some of the worst plays that
have procured the spectators the most
amusement. The reason is that, what
ever is passing on the stage, there is
always an immense amount of enter
tainment to be gotten out of the au
dience. In no other theater in exist
ence is anything to be found at all
equivalent to the gatherings formed by
M. Lugne-Poe's subscribers and guests.
Of the subscribers there is little to be
said. They are people of means and
in many respects are much as other
theater-goers.
No doubht, whether from conviction
or from what the French call
snobisme, they are curious about many
things in connection with the dramat
ic art that are beyond the ken of the
average Philistine who revels in a
Palais Royal farce. They have been
educated up to Ibsen to the extent, at
any rate, of sitting out his plays, and
they are alive to the portentous neces
sity of regenerating the drama. Still,
if left to themselves, the appearance
they would present would merely be
that of an ordinary well-dressed crowd,
and they would keep within the
bounds their demonstrations of satis
faction or discontent with the fare set
before tnem.
It is the guests of M. Lugne-Poe that
make an audience at the Theatre de
1'Oeuvre one of the most picturesque
and liveliest gatherings imaginable.
Admission is accorded in the most gen
erous manner. If seats are not forth
coming standing room is seldom re
fused, provided the applicant can make
out even a shadowy claim to be in
terested In "advanced" drama. In
consequence the young writers and
fledgling artists of Paris are present
by the score. And they are good to
look at and good to listen to. Genius
in France, when very young, would
consider itself wanting in self-respect
if it did not cultivate a distinctive
"get-up."
The results of this striving after out
ward individuality are fearful and
wonderful. The hair, the hat and the
tie are the matters that receive most
attention, but frock coats reaching
down to the ankles arc in high favor
with the privileged few who can afford
them, conduroy trousers of the peg
top order of design are greatly affect
ed by the artists, and there is always
an anarchist present very often M.
Jeane Grave in person in a flaming
red jersey.
The anarchists, too anarchism is
the fashionable opinion of the momeut
have recently adopted a new model
of hat. In shape it resembles the or
dinary straw hat, but it is made of
moderately hard felt and its color is
black. The slouch "brigand" hat has
ceased to be esteemed. Its place has
been taken by another "soft felt" as
nearly round as possible, and not un
like a barber's bowl completed by a
turned-up rim. This description of
calotte is worn without the usual
adornment of a ribbon, and to be a
success, it should be as old and weath
erworn as possible, and dented in ar
tistically haphazard fashion.
Top hats are admissible if they are
in antediluvian shape, and are con
sidered particularly satisfactory when
they are abnormally high in the crown
and are finished off by a very broad,
flat brim. But the greater glory of
these intellectual young men is their
hair. Words fail to do justice to the
manifold arrangement of their locks.
Length, of course, is a primary con
sideration, but while some of the hir
sute sport carefully tended curls others
go disheveled, and yet others seem to
have taken refuge in a wig. The ad
visability of having a beard is re
sponsible for strange sights in the
shape of curious developments of fluff
and thin straggling growths on chins
scarcely old enough for the razor.
These quaint persons rejoice in ex
ceedingly sturdy convictions. They
are tremendously in earnest. At the
slightest pretext afforded by what is
said on the stage they break out in a
storm of applause or howls of indig
nation, as the case may be. As their
opinions are almost as varied as the
cut of their garments, applause and
cat-calling are always going on at the
same time. The different "schools"
group themselves so as to give greater
force to their demonstrations. By a
sort of unwritten convention the
anarchists have acquired a right to the
gallery. In the orchestra there is no
band foregather as a rule the friends
of the author. In one corner are to b
found nothing but "symbolist poe.
in another the "naturalists" stand el
bow to elbow.
These antagonist groups have only
one feeling in common their con
tempt for the Philistine. If the more
boargeoise section of the audience
shows the least disposition to find a
scene a trifle too audacious or really
too Incomprehensible and such scenes
crop up at, the Theatre de 1'Oeuvre
all Bohemia Is in a ferment and
screeches of execration bring the of
fenders to their senses or at least re
duce them to silence. The one unpar
donable crime is to laugh at what you
listen to. Everything must be taken
seriously.
THE OLD RELIABLB.
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Old Coins.
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trachan. This is a metallic token, or
"receipt," granting the bearer permis
sion to wear a moustache and beard.
At the Russian town of Reni, at the
junction of the Pruth and the Danube,
a rich find was made lately of the time
of Philip of Macedon, the father of
Alexander the great. They are in ex
cellent preservation, and five hundred
and twelve of them have already been
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WORKINGS OF SMALL MINDS.
Teacher "Now what do we call tiie
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Four-year-old Robbie ran breathless
ly into the house, just as the :-;ound
of bagpipes was heard coming up the
street. "Oh, mamma!" he said, "there's
a man out here with a dead pig that
sings; come quick!"
The master was atkinu questions
masters arc apt to ask questions, and
they sometimes leceive curious an
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"Now, boys, how many months have
twenty-eight days?" "All of them,
sir," replied a boy in front.
It was noticed at one of the boys'
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a little negro, who attended regularly,
always sought a certain book each
evenings, and laughed uproariously ap
parently at the same picture. One ct
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that the picture represented a hull
chasing a small colored boy across a
field. He asked the little fellow what
amused him so. "Gosh!" answered th
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Confidence is the tie of friendship.
Idleness digs the graves of manhood.
Game worth catching, must be
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The prayerless everdraw on the bank
of mercy every day.
The man who walks with God, does
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There are too many people who onlj
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