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T2fE HESJ'ERIAX, : V H t ' ( I s- r 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. ArOArDESCX7PT. 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 this love 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 mentioned. "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 experience?" "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- thud. f h