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control over the other nations that she held almost absolute J
sway over all the civilized portions of Europe, and, finally,
fall those regions bordering on the Mediterranean Sea." J
The whole article is, in fact, evidently made up ol articles
copied in disjointed paragraphs from various sources. We
arrive at this conclusion because it is one of two; either the
things arc copied, or the writer was on the spot; it is needless
to say that the former is the more credible.
France is "done up" in m paragraph on Cloves and the
Troubadours; England, in about half a column and the whole
k capped by a summary that is simply thrilling. The article
wfncicntly illustrates our Kint. The writer, who is to grad
uate in 'S? (perhaps) evidently thought he was writing some
tiling. We have great sympathy for him because he has
jcached that stage in his life when he must choose between
eopying and remaining forever silent. Our advice is that he
hoose the latter and save his reputation. If he doesn't
Notre Dame will graduate, in 1SS7, a thing for whom no other
name is appropriate.
AN INCIDENT OF THE REVIVAL.
her funeral, but I did. Wc laid her away underneath a
massive oak. That night she came to me. My God! shall I
ever forget it. She come to me as I sat by the window that
looks toward the church yard, and said in a voce, of exquisite
sorrow. "Why did you let me die?" "How could I help it,"
I managed to say. "You might have given me Hop Hit
tcrs" she said, and disappeared. Every night she comes to
me with the same complaint, "Do you wonder that I am
sad?" he asked.
TTe was a pale, sad-faced man with an almost haunted
expression. Noiselessly talcing a scat in the back of the Toom
Re attracted but little attention. But his sad look had at
tracted the notice of the leader and after the last song het
Kastcncd to the newcomer and said "You are a stranger, are
you not?" "Yes sir.'" "You arc in trouble, can 1 help
yon?" No answer, save a smothered sigh. "I should be
pleased to be of assistance to you,1' said the kind hearted
leader in a low voice, "and I believe I can if you will con
ide in me.-" The stranger looked at him earnestly for a mo
ment and then said, "I don't know why, but perhaps be
cause at any Tate, if wc can goby ourselves I will tell you
wiy story.'" They went to ihc office of the leader, who pull
ed an easy chair before the fire for the stranger and another
&r himself, taking care to place his so that he could see the
face of the former. After a short silence the stranger began
and told the following wonderful story. "I was reared
Si a quaint old New England town, where the world moves
on in the same old Tut, from one generation to another. I
wasnotasyou may think from appearances, either wild or
very thoughtful, just a happy, plodding, contented boy, till I
was twenty-four. A young lady from Boston came to visit
Her aunt in the village. A happy creature she was, full of co
quetry andlaughter. To be brief, I fell in love with her. Oh
leaplcasurcpasla ftvectness, yet ''Us mingled clone with pain
And when once the dream Is over it cu never come again.
For some weeks I suffered the tortures of the damned, as do
all who tamper with Cupid. At last 1 dctcmincd to end the
matter and to my joy and surprise found I now hid her favor.
The happy weeks that followed seem like a dream tome now.
There was one, and but one drawback, to our happiness. I
was a strict Presbyterian and she was a Spiritualist. Had I
loved "her less this might have caused trouble, but I swore I
would give up my Teligion before I would her, and indeed it
was not so dear to me. She was a firm believer in spirits
and said if she should die she would come in spirit and visit
e. Her words seem prophetic to me now, for she was taken
nek one day while I was with her and died in a few hours.
From the first slic was unable to speak, yet seemed anxious
to say something tome but could not and died in awful con--valsions.
I don't "know "how Hived through the days before
HAUNTED BY HYDROPHOBIA.
INTERVIEW WITH A FOSSIBLE TATIENT FOR TASTKUR.
Hearing that Mr. C G. McMillan, assistant to Frofessor
Hicks, had recently been so unfortunate as to meet a rabid
canine with rather unpleasant results, a reporter of The H'es-t-erian
called upon that gentleman yesterday in search of
the full particulars. Mr. McMillan was found at his resi
dence, No. 1503 H street, and after some hesitation allowed
the reporter to be admitted. He was seated in a large easy
chair, with his right hand well bandaged, and greeted the
emissary of the press with a languid smile. The scribe ob
served an unusual pallor on the young man's features and
detected a look of anxiety when the question of rabies was
"Mr. McMillan,-" said the reporter, "I understand thai
you have been interviewed by a mad doc. Is there
any truth in the rumor?"
"'Urn," replied the interviewed, "as you will readily appre
hend this is a painful subject for me to approach in my pres
ent perturbed mental condition. My physician has ordered
me not to think, of the matter. However I can inform you
without danger, I think, that you are the only reporter that
has interviewed me up to the present time,"
It was a cold-blooded attempt to insult the reporter, but
the latter saw in the wretched joke an evidence that Mr. Mc
Millan was in his normal mental condition, and with all the
nerve he could command, returned to his task.
"Well, letting that fling pass, do you object to giving a
short history of the actual facts connected with your mad dog
"N-no,-providcd, of course, that you are very careful to
take down my words correctly. It is extremely unpleasant
tobe continually misquoted by the newspapers. Nearly, all
prominent men have had the same annoyance, A number ol
friends ofmincTcfuse to be interviewed under any circum
stances, and J shall be obliged to make the the same Tule un
less extreme care is taken in your work."
"I shall be careful, and would be very glad to have you
give me full particulars of your accident"
"Well, it was thusly: I was walking down L street the
other night and suddenly thought of the mad dog scare. My
blood would have frozen in my veins in my fright had not J
recollected that I had with me that ancient silver-headed black
thorn cane that heirloom of mine, you know and so I
breathed easier. That cane belonged to my great-grandfather.
He carried it the day "
"YesI know something about the cane. In which direction
was the dog running?"
"No dog had appeared, as yet, but I thought it wise to pre
pare for such an emergency, so I began practicing with the
cane. I swung it at arms length at an imaginary dog, when
the silver head unfortunately flew off and across the sweet
where it struck the door of a house, with the proverbial drill
l began to fear that I would lose thcTelic and was con-
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