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   Elkhart Weekly Review (Newspaper) - July 9, 1885, Elkhart, Indiana                                 V^OIi. 26.  ELKHART, INDIANA, THTJKSDAY JULY ,9 1885.  NO- 23  A WESKLY^OTTBWL  One yoarlnTftriaWy ................».I'W  Six months " .............^  BuBinesB cards not exceeding ten lines, non-  aral! type, 15.00 per year. _ ^  BnslneBB notices following local matter on BaslnesB P»t!e. lo cent« per  tton,5 cents per line for eachadditaonallnBer tlon.  THE ELKHAiTBEVlEW.^^^  PUBLISHED EVERY EVENpfQ  OS-  Ten cent» per week deiWetedby canierBat e the city limits. «  OFFICE.—In Rooms over Post On Jackson Street.  An^pi-oposttlon to advertise, contemplajlng -t» in musical In^trumeHts. lotte y tickets, lolarshlps. etc., etc., will not be entertained. ' r.HAaa &kBNT,Proprietors.  "COME ASHOEE."  BT HOBEST BVCHAKAIT.  " I'hat's a. nice dress,* I said, hjpooritally. •Where did you buy ifciP " 'I didn't buy it. It come ashore.'  TSIS IS THE QEIinjniEI  iOED ONI.Y IS BOTTLES WITH EtrTP -WEAPPEBa «rgp! THAT 6TBIF OVEB CORK IS UUBBOKEtr.  OvrtradB-mcvrharmndeoeryhoitUe. Jhavdknest Every Drop Js Worth /is Weight In GoUl  INVALUABLE POB  BUEHS, STnTBTTEKS, DIAfiEHCEA, CHAP-IK&S, SIII7GS or IKSECTS, FILES, SOEE EYES, SOEE lEET.  THE WONDER OF HEALING I  For PlIeH, Blind, Bleeding or Jtchtne, it Is tho  ci^test known remudy.  For Burns, gcalds, Wonnils, Bruises and gliralns. It is imequalled—stoppmir pain and healiner In a marvellous manner.  For Inflamed and Sore Eyes.—Its cffect upon these delicatc or^ns is simply marvdlons.  It Is tUc Lodle»' Friend.—AUiemalo complaints yield to its -wondrous power.  For Ulcer», Old Sores, or Open Wounds, Toothache. Faceache, Bites of Insects, gore Feet, its action upon these is most remarkable.  3tEcoia:ia:x!ST>X!J> jst psrrsiciAjfs t TTSJSJ) ly JIOSJPITjLXiS I « - t  Caution.—rOXD'S EXTRACT has been imitated. The genuine has the words "POND'S EXTRACT" blown in the glass, and our picture trade mark on surrounding huff wrapper. A'one other is genuine. Always insist on having POyVS EXTRACT. Take no other preparation.  It is never sold inlmU: or by measure.  BPECIAI, PBEPABATIONS OP POND'S EXTBACT COM-XINEO WXTU THE PUBEST ASJ> MOST DELICATE PEBFUME FOB LADIES' BOUDOIB.  POND'S EXTRACT...............50c., $1.00, $1,75  Toilet Cream.........1.00  Dentifrice............ 50  Lip Salve............ 25  Toilet Soap (3 Cakes). 50 Ointment............ 50  Catarrh Cure......... 75  Plaster............... 25  Inhaler (Glass 50c.)..1.00  Nasal Syringe....... 25  Medicated Paper...... 25  Family Syringe, $1.00.  tar- Dim New TAMrHLET tvith Histobt of oub Pbei'abations Sent KUEE on application to  POND'S EXTRACT CO.,  76 Fifth Ave., New York.  bove ¿Odds sold by Joliu Mayberry, 130 il St., Elkbart, nd.  s.  B. SHORT, D. D, ö.,  Diseased and aching teeth treated and perma ently saved. Artificial teeth inserted on an ofthedifferentBtyles of bases. Gold filling specialty 4.Uoperation8 registered and warran ted.  O alce in Guipe's Building  ELKHART IND.  u  •I. CHAMBERLIAN.  Attorney at liaw & Notary Public.  OIHce in Vanderlip's Building, Hlkha r  J.  D. ARNOLD.  Attorney At Law.  ínsticé of Peace anâ Insnrance Ageii  Opposite Clifton House, jSLKHART • - - IND.  A Lecture to Young Men  On the Xioss of  MvÖ^lfMÖß  A Ijecturc on tbe Nature, Xreat-  roent and radical cuje of Seminal weakness, or Spermatorrhoea, induced by self-abuse, Int voluntary emissions, impotency. nervous debility. and impediments to marriagegenerally-consumptlon epilepsy and fits: mental and physical incapacity, &c.—by KOBEBT J.OUL-VKRWELL, M. !>., author of the "Green Book.** &c.  The world-renowned author, in this admirable leiijl^e, clearly proves from his own evpe-rienisefr^at the a»lal consequence of self abuse inay be reir.o>cd without dangerous sur-«Icrt operations, bougies, instruments, rings OT cordials; pointing out a mode of cure at once certain and effectual, by which every sufferer, no mrtter what his condition maybe, may cure himself cheaply, privately and radl-  ^ This lecture wax prove a boon to thou-andg and ttunisands.  Sent under seal, in a plain envelope, to any odress, on receipt of six cents, or two post-ge stamps. Address  THE CULYEKWELL MEDICAL CO.  I'Ann St. wYork, N. Y Postom-Q Hox 4:BO  CÄMCE  TP».  CAK B:« O'?"«.'' w  Tî'rttirr.r-i  sea. 'i^uiui caim, anu covered ■with rain-cbl-orcd shadows, it louchodtho edges of tho flat sands about a milo away, and loft ono long creamy lino of changdesa foam. Tlie sands themselves strctched away to tho westward far OS eye could see. But to the lelt and cast-ward, that is to say, ia tho direction toward which she was going, thcro was a long, rocl:y promontory, with signs of human habitation. Brealiing into a swing-like trot, Matt hastened thither, following a footpath across marshy fields. .  • In duo time she came out upon a narrow and rudely mado road which wound along tho rocky promontory, at low water skirtmg the sand, at b,'gb water, tho seat Tho first house ¡she reached was a wooden lifo-boat house ly-li^g down in a creek; and it being then low jtide, at somo distance from the watert odgo. 'On the roadside above the house was a flagstaff, and beneath the flagstaff a wooden seat. .All was veiy still and desolate, without a sign of lifo; but a little farthOT along tho road was a row of cottages which seemed inhabited, and were in fact tho abodes of the opastguard. Instead of lingering hero Slatt ! proceeded on her way until sho rcachcd • -what at first sight looked like the beginning of a village or small town. There were houses on each side of the road, somo of them several stories high; but cdose insjjection showed that most of them were roofless, that few of them jjossessed any windows or doors, and that nem ly all were decayed and dilapi-  ^iS'xuu 1UU3 Uiiiitia uo uiuw xoinJI aiai'^  knife, woi-ked away at the lock; aiid tiiecl to force open tho lid, which iscon yielded- to Jiis elTorts, as tho action of tho salt water Lad al.-eady bcgim to rot the wood. On being thus opened tho box was found to contain only a coupio of coarse linen shirts,'an eld newspaper, two or three biscuits, and half a bottle of some dark fluid. : >  After examining these ai-ticles on© by ono William Jones threw them back info'tho box with gestures of disgust, retaining; only the bottle, which he uncorked and apniied to his  lips- '  "Ruml" he ^d, smacking his lips aaa nodding at Matt. Then,- recorldng thdtlxjttlo; carefully, he returned it to tho bo5,'and, standing up, reconnoitred tho sea-on every side. But nothing else rewarded hi^cager search; ho threw iiimself doAvn in tbostem of the beat and ordered Matt to pull back to shore.  Afi thoy went he closed one eye thoughtfully and mused aloud:  "Kight afore last it blew" half a gale from tho southard. This here bos came awash from tho east coast of Ireland. Maybe i( was a big ship as was lost; Ihem ploulcs was part of the wessel's long-boat. Moic's coming if tlio wind don't come up from tho ucrrm-d. The moon's full to-night and to-morrow. I'll tell tho old 'tm, and keep a sharp lookout oil tho Caldron P'int."  ' a<1><a. gicomjr ,o.\.-ini:iufig IiS COi.tX!QU>. iiUC  William pushed' him im^tiently away and closed the lid with a bang. V "Thijer, enough o' that, old 'un 1 You hold the light while I carry the bos in and put it away."  "AU righty .William dear—all right," returned the old man, obeying, gleefully. "I know'd we should have luck, by that beautiful dream."  , Tho two men—one holding the light. and the other carrying the trunk—passed through a door at the back of the kitchen and entered an inner chamber.; This chamber, too,--cont tainod a window, which was so blockai upi .l)bwoy,er, to;;lumber,'of .that Jitfla  or iio daylight entered: Piled up iii gi-eai confusion wei-e old sacks, some pai-tly full, "somo empty; coils of rope, broken oars, broken fragments of ships' planks, rotten and barnacled; a small boat's inidder, dirty sails,  Matt saia nothingtmatame; sneoniy tnimea away sullenly and shrugged her shouioera, "Matt," said William Jones, presently. ••Wellf . - —'  "Mr. Monk.seems y^TlfVTfmTTI ATI JQJJ^ ^jP VQTL hedoi" ^  Matt rowed on steadily^till they caiuowith-  dated from long disuse, %vhilb not a few had pf a mile of the shoco, '-^-¿^riWil.  Joncs stood up again and reconnoiti-cd  " I didn't buy it. Jt come anhöre." "'"What! When you "corno ashore"your-selfr I  " 'ITo fear I' she answered. 'Last winter when the big shipwent to bits out there.'  '"Oh, I seel Thon it was a portion of a wreck?" j  '""yes, it come ashore; end look ye now. this jacket came ashore too. On a sailor chap.' j  " 'And the sailor chap made you a present i of it, I suppose?  " 'No fearl' she repeated, with her sharp shake of the head. 'How could he give it me, when ho was drownded and come ashore 1 i William Jones gave it to mo, and 1 altered it my (fm self—look yo now—to make it fit.'  "Sho was certainly an extraordinary young person, and wore her mysterious finery wth a coolness I thought remai-kable, it being quite clear, from her explanation, that all was fish that came to her net; or, in other words, that dead men's clothes were as acceptable to her imprejudiced taste as any others. However, the tmie was hastening on, and I had my promise to keep. So I got my crayon materials and mad« Matt sit down before me on a stool, first insisting, however, that she sltould divest herself of her bead gear, which was an abomination, but which she discarded with extreme reluctiance. Directly I began she became rigid, and fixed herselif, so to speak, as people do when being photographed—her eyes glaring on vacancy, her whole facp lost in self-satisfied vacuity.  •"You needn't keep like that,'I cried; «1 want your face to have some expression. Move your head about as much as you like, laugh and talk—it will be all the better.'  " 'Last time 1 was took,' sho replied, the chap said I iniisn't move.'  " 'I sapjjose he was a traveling photographer if  " 'He had a littie black box, like, on logs, and a cloth on top of it, and he looked at me through a hole in tho middle. Then he cried "now," and held up his hand for me to keep still as a mouse; then he counted fifty—and I was took.'  "'Ahl Indeed! Was it a good likeness?* " 'Yes, master. But I looked liko the black woman who come ashore last Easter was a year.'  "With conversation like this we beguiled the way, whUe I proceeded rapidly with my drawing. At the end of a couple of hours Matt had become so fidgety that I thought it advisable to give her a rest. Sho sprang up and ran over to inspect the picture. The moment her eyes fell upon it she uttered a rapturous cry.  " 'Look ye now, ain't it pretty? Master, am I like that?'  "I answered her it was an excellent likeness, and not too flattering. Her face fell, however, a littie as she proceeded.  " 'Aro my cheeks as red as that, masterp " 'You are red. Matt,' I replied, fiippantiy; •so are the roses.' "She looked at me thoughtfully. " 'When it's finished, will you give it to me to keep?*  " 'WeD, we shall see.'  " 'I gave t'other chap a shilling for his frame and all, but I've got no more money,' she continued, with an insinuating smile which, as aman of gallantry, I could not resist. So I prondsed that, if she behaved herself properly, I would, in all probability, make her the present she coveted.  " 'You must come again to-morrow,'I said, as we shook hands, 'and PU finish the thing Off.'  " 'All right, master, PU come.' "And with a nod and a bright smile äie walked away.  "During the whole of this interview Tina had not been unobservant, and so soon as I was left alone he looked up from tho work he was engaged upon, viz., potato washing, and gave a knowing smile.  " 'Sure, she's a flne bold colleen,' he said. 'Does your honor know who she isP " 'I have not the slightest idea,' " 'They're saying down bey ant that she's a say fondling, and has neither father nor mother, nor any belongmgs.'  " 'Pray, who was your informant?" " 'The man who picked her from the say-William Jones hisself.'  "That name again. It was becoming too much for flesh and blood to bear. From the first moment of my arrival I had heard no other, and I had begun to detest its very  sound." ___  CHAPTER IV. IHTBODtrCES WII<I<IAU JOKES AK» BISTATHEB.  My story Is now boimd to follow in tha footsteps of Matt, who, on quitting the presence of her artikt friend, walked rapidly along tha sand-incombered road in the direction trf thesea.  Skirting the lake upon the left band, a^ atOl having llie océan of sandhills upon lœr i^ht, sho gradually slackened her pace. ■ A iftectator, had he been by, would have doubt-lesa observed that the change was owing to maiden meditation; that, in other weirds, Matt had fallen into a brown study.  Presehtiysho sat down upon a convenient Itone, or piccò of rock, and, resting her elbows 9n her knees, her ;chin in her faänds, looked tor some minutes at vacancy. At last die rose, fiushing warmly, and mnrmnting same-diing to heiself. The'somethlng was to this effect: "HÌ3 bands are as white as a lady's, when he pulls off them-glovea, and he said I was as pretty as my picture."  lean only guess at the train of reasoning which led to this soliloquy, and express my opinion that Matt had w^-develoxJod ideas on tbo subject of the sexes. True, dto was not nhove sixteen, and bad littie or no RXTX!r'<^nca ot men, none at ail or men wno were .bota young and good looking. ITeverthelcss, she was not insensible of the charms of a v/hite hand, and other tokens of masculine refino-Dsent and beauty.  '¿blasted and sinister appearance, as if blackened by fire. And still there was no sign of anyhumansoul. Suddenly, however, tho street came to an end, and Matt found herself on a sort of rocky ijlatform overlooking the sea; and on this platform, shading his eyes from the blazing sim and looking out seaward, was a solitoiy man.  So intent was ho on his occupation, that he was unconscious of iJatt's approach till she was standing by his side. Ho turned his eyes upon her for a moment, and then once more gazed oat to sea.  A short, plmnp, thickset man,. with a rovmd, weatber-beaton face, which would have been good humored but for its ex23re3-sion of extreme watchfulness and greed. The eyes were blue, but very small and keen; the forehead low and narrow; the hair coarso and sandy; tho board ccai'ser and sandier still. Ho might havo been abcut 00 yeai-s of age. His di-css was cm-ious—consisting of a yellow sou'-westcr, a pair of seaman's ccai-sa canvas trousers and a blue pilot jackct, ornamented with brass buttons which bore the insignia of Her Majesty's naval service.  Presently, without turning his eyes agalE from the far distance, tho man^kein a husky, far-away whisper:  '•Matt, do you see samniat out yonder?'  Matt strained her gaze through tl;o dazzling sunlight, but failed to di.ccerii any object on tho light esixiuso of water.  "Look yo now," continued tho man; "¡1 may bo driiting weed, or ii; may be wreck: but it's simimat. Look again."  "Summat black, Yv''illiam Jonesf  "Yes. Coining and going. Now it comes, and it's black; now it goes, and tho water looks white whero it was. If it isn't wrcck, it's weed; if it ain't weed, it's ^vreck. And tho tide's flowing, and it'U go a-sboro ofova night at tha Caldron P'int, if I v.-aiS for is. Bat I sha'n'fc v/ait," ho added, eagerly. "I'U go and overhaul it now."  Ho looked round suspicious, and t'acn said:  "Matt, did yoa seo any of them coastguard chapa as you come along?"  "No, "Will-am Jones."  "Thought not. They're tip Pencroes way, fooling about; so there's a chanco for a honest man to look arter h:s living -witliout no questioning. You come along v/ith mo, aaJ if it is summat, I'll gie thee tuppeuce somo o' these flno days."  As he tui-netl to go, his eyes fell for tho first timo on her attire.  "What's this, Matt? What are you doing in your Sunday clothes?" The girl was at a loss how to reply.  tho prospect inland, j "Pull in. Matt!" be said, after a minuta ! "All's square I"  i Scon afterward the boat readied the rocks. : W illiam Jones sprang out and, nmning up ta the platfoi-m above, took another em-vey. . This being satisfactory, ho ran down again I and liftej. Iho box out of tho boat, carrying  it -ivi^h caso under one arm. j "I\Iako tlio boat fast." he said, in a hus!^ ' whisper; "iiad bring them bits o'w ood along with yo-a tho Oro. I'll cut on to the cottage -iviLìi here. It iun't mucL, but it's siimiuut, Eo I'll carry it clean, out o' sight before them precious coastguards come smelling about."  With thoso words ho dainbored up the rocks -ivitli his burden, leaving Matt to follow leisurely in his walco.  CJliVPTER, V. COÎfCI-UD32S -mXH A KISS.  THE nosns OF -WTLIJCASI JONES.  Not far from tho spot where William Jonos ha.l la.-.dad, cud rcmo'/cd somo little disiaaco iroia thj düscrícd -\-lllago,-witli its dcsolato ia:i:n F.írocíi and rooücss habitations, tbero stoo;l a lov,', ono-storicdcoi^tago, quito oslj!r.ck and for:;íílci:;:s-!ooldng as any of tho .abandoned d\vcliiia2:s in its vicinity. It v.^as built of Btoiio and roofed -vrith slato, but tho door-v/ay wa-s ccmposcd of old ship's timl,cr, and tlio ono small vandow it contained had orig-iiiaUy formed tho v/indow of % ship's cabin. Shfil O'^ci" ^^lis door -*\'as placed, liko a sign, tho  By a natural sequence of ideas, she was led to stretchout hor ownright hand and look at '{tcadtiotd^. It was very brown, and covered «dfh ^uga golden fnx^es. Tho inspection notbeing altogether satisfactory, die thrust both her bands irritably into the pockets of her jacket, and walked on. ,  Z<^ving tho lake.behind her die followed tbe'irt^ fdong a swampy hollow, do^vn yrMMibe shallowesbjof rivets , crept along ir^o-Bea, now lo^g itsdf altogether in mossy patches of suspicious greenness, again eonbrgjngmid tricMing with feeble glinugusrs t»ver pebble and sand; ' Presentiy s^ road and) caine" upon a prindtivbi^^^^  blushed scarlet, and hung do-wn her head. Fortunately for her, tho man was too absorbed in his main object of thought to catechise her fui-ther. He only shook his fat head in severe disanprobation, and led the way down to a small creek in tho rocks, where a rough coble was rocking, secured by a rusty chain.  "Jump in and take the paddles, Pll sit nstam and keep wateh.  The girl obeyed and leaped in; but before sitting do-wn sho tuclied up her dress to her knees to avoid tho dirty water in tho bottom of the boat. William Jones followed, and pushed off with his hands. Calm as the water was, there was a heavy shoreward swell, on which they wero immediately uplifted, -vrith some danger of being swept back on tho rocks; but Matt handl<S tho paddles liko one to the manor born, and tho boat shot out swiftiy on the shining sea.  The sun was burning -with almost insufferable brightness, and the light blazed on the golden niiiTor of the water with blinding, refracted rays. Crouching in the stem of tho boat, William Jones shaded his eyes with bclh hands and gazed intentiy on tho object ho had discovered far out to sea. Now and then he made a rapid motion to guide tho girl in her rowing, but ho did not speak a word.  Oh, how hot it was out there on tho -wideless ■waves 1 For some time Matt pulled on in silence; but at last she could bear it no longer, and rested on hor oars,-with tho warm perspiration streaming down hei;freckled cheeks.  "Pull away. Matt," said the man, not looking at her. ' 'You ain't tired, not you 1"  With a long-drawn breath Matt drew in the oars, and, swift as thought, peeled ol? her jacket and throw off her hat, leaving her head exposed to the burning sun.  Now, tho silk gown sho wore had evidently beentised by its original owner as a festjil raiment, for it had been cat low, and had short sleeves. So Matt's shoulders and arms wero perfectiy bare, and very white they looked in contrast "witii her sun-frecklod hands, her Bun-biiTxipd tarvi jinH bai- -wrof»« neck. Her Dust; was as yet unaevelopea, Dui her neck and shoulders were fine, and her arms beautifully molded. Altogether, her friend the painter, could he havo seen her just then, would have regarded her -with increasing admiration. •  Freed from the incumbrance of her jackct, she now ptdlod away -with easy grace and ddll. Farther and farther the boat recedcd from Hbore, till tho promontory they had left was a coupio of miles away. Suddenly William Jones mado a sign to tho girl to stop, and stood up in the boat to reconnoitre.  The object at which he had been gazing so loi^ was now dearly -vi^le. It consisted of something black, floating on a glassy stretch of watw, and surrounded by fragments of loose sctmi or froth; itVas to all appearance motionless, but was, in reality, drifting wearily shoreward on the flowing tide.  William Jones now evinced increasing ex-citemeijit;, and urged his companion to hurry quickly forward-^which she did, putting out all her strength in a series of rapid and powerful strokes. Another quarter of an hour brought them to the spot whero tho object was floating. Trembling-with eagerness, the man loaned over the boat's ado with outstretched hands.  As ho did so Matt turned her head away with a curious gesture of dread.  "What is it, Wflliam Jones?" she asked, not looking at him. "It isn't—you know—ono o' themf"  "No, it aln'tl" replied the many leaning over fhe sideof the coble, and tilting tho gunwale almost to the water's edge. "Too early for them, Matt. If they comes, it won't bo till Sunday's tide. They're down at the bottotn now, and ain't yfit rose. Easy 1 Lean 'tother wayl Bo there—look out I"  As hespokej he struggled -with something in tho water, and at last, .with an effort which almost capsized the boat, pulled it in. Matt looked now, and saw that it was a small, flatj wooden trtink, covered with pieces of slimy weed.' Floating near it were several pieccs of ^lintered wood, whic^ seemed to havo formed partot a boat. These, too; William secured and threw down on the footboard beneath him.' . .. -.'„.  "It's a box, that's what it is," cried Matt.  "It's a box, surely," said^Jones. "And it's locked, too. And, look ye now. I misdoubi  bridge, consisting of only one .plank, bui>-jpOTt^'on two' caJma of stonel;" Here she; pSnsB^yaid BO^g -"a red-legged - Band-piper  xv««««,  i^nkmjF^. a gestitfo Ulra a boy!^ throw- tj^^^tg jn^ or mayhap it would have  ti* i^Valliriuefforttofcns«.!!^  wooden ilgurc-h<?ad of a your?- woman, naked to tho waist, holding a inirrdr in hor hand and regariUiig herœlf-svith remarkable ccm-piacency, despite the fact that accido-ut had deprived her of .a, nose and one eye, and that tho boauíiíiü red complexion and jet black hair sho had oiico iwsscssed had been enlh-cly washed a-^vay by tho action of tho elements, leaving hor all over of a leprous pallor. Tho rest of tli0 b-jilding, as I havo suggested, was of sinister bla-cloicfs, though hero and thcro it v/as sprinliled with wet sea sand. Stmd, too, lay on e\'ory sido, covered a small patch, originally meant for a gai-den, and drifted thickiy u;5 to tho very door.  To tliis cottago William Jones ran with his treasuro trove, and, entering it without cero-mcmv. foiuirl himself in eímoet +£>tnl Hgr"'-ness ; ror mo ii'snt wntca crept turougn tüa blackened i)anos of t'no small windo-n-s was only just suGsiont to make darkness \-isible. But this v.'ortliy seaside character, having, in addition to a cat's predatory instincts, something of a cat's jjo-wer of -vision, clearly discerned everything in tho chamber ho just entered—a rado, stono paved kitchen, -\vith an opon fireplaco and no grate, black rafters overhead, from which suspended sundiy lean pioces of bacon; a couple of wooden chairj, a taülo, ana m ono cornet* & sore oí Döü là the v.-all, where a human figuro was reposing. Setting down tho trunk on tho floor, he mai-chod right over to tho bed and unceremoniously shook the individual lying upon it, whom In discovered to bo a man, muttering iiialioa-vy sleep. Finding that ha did not wako v.-ilh shaking, William Jones bent down and cried lustily in his ear: ■ "Wrcsk! wreck ashore I" Tho eHect was instantaneous. Tho figure rose up iii bod, disclosing tho head and shoul-i dars of a very old man, who ■\«oro a iod cotton night cap, 'raid whose hair and beard were lu white as snow.  "Eh? Wheer? Wheer?" ho cried in a shrill treble, looldng. vacantly around him.  "Wako up, old 'un," said "VST.lliam, seizing him and shaking him again. "It's me, William Jones."  "William? Is it my son William?" returned the old man, peering out into the darknc^  "Yes, father. Look yo now, you was a-talking a^ain in your sleexJ, you was. A • good tiling no one hoerd you but your son ■ William, ßomo o'-these days you'll be letting Bummab out, you >vill, if you go on like this."  Thè old m.-m shook his head feebly, then dasxjins his hands together in a kind of rapture, ho looked at bis son and said: ; ,  'Yes, WiUiaia, I was a-dreaming. Oh, it wassuchaheavinglydreami I was a-stand-ing on tho shore, WiUiatm, and it wás a-blow-ing hard from the east, and all at: once I see aship.csbigasanlndiaman come in wi' all saü Eot, and go ashore; and I looked round, William dear, and there -was no oho high but you and mo; and when she broke up I see gold and silver and jewels come washing aihoro just like floating weeds, ' tyid the drownded, everyone of 'em, had rings on their fingers and gold watches and cheens, and, more'n that, that their hands was full of shining gold; and one on-'em^a lady, William—had a bright diamond ring, as big as a walnut; but when I triéd to pull it off it wouldn't come; and just as I pulled out my. leotlo knifo to cut tho finger off, and put it in my pocket, you shook me, WiUÍam, and woke me up. Oh, it was a heavingly dream!"  William Jones had listened with lU-dis-guised interest to the early part of this speech, but, on its condnsoni he gave another grunt of vmdissembled disgust.  "WcU, you're awake now, old.'un; so jump up. I've brought siumnat home. Iiooik sharp, and get a light,"  Thereupon the old man, 'who was fully drcsäed in a pair of old woolen trousers and a guenisey,- sUpped' frì^! thebed and began fumbling about the room. ' Hé soon found what he wanted—-a box , of : matches and a rude, home-made candle, la^oned of a long, ' cooi-se reed dipped in dieep'sítallow; but, owing to the fact that: he was,exceedingly feeble and tremulous,-he wàs'so loiìg in Hating up that his gentío son grew impatient, : -"Here, give 'on to mei" said WiUiam. "You're -wasting them matches just as if they cost nowt. .Apreoibus íatlisr you are, and nomistake." '' - ' ^ -  The cándle being lightetf and burning with afeeble'flame, he inforjnédithê old iman o^^^  sev<a-al oilskin coats, bits of iron ballast land pli^ flotsam and ietsiim: so that thochain-bcr had a rait and Csh-Uke smeD, suggesting the hold of some vessel. But in ono comer of tho room was ia small wooden bed, with a maiti-033 and coarso" bod-clothing, and hang-, in_; pa a nail close to it was certain feminine aitirü which tlie o-wnor of the caravan would havo rocognized as the garb worn by Matt Olì tho raoiuing of her first appearanca | Fia.jing the box do-^, "WiUiam Jones care- i fully covered it ^vith a portion of an old sail, i "It's summat, bub it ain't much," he m-ati-' fcered, disconténtedly;- "Lucky them coast- | guards didn't SM mo" come ashore. If they j i did, thousli, it wouldn't signify; for what's ■ floating on tho sea belongs to him as finds it." j A sound startled him as ho q)oko, and, ! looking round su^iciously, ho saw Matt entering tho room, loaded with broken wood. : But sho.was not alóne; standing behind her in tho s'aadow v. as a man—nono other, indeed, than Moulc, of Monkshurst.  Whila Uat-t entered the room to thi'ow down her load of wood Monit stood in the ■ doorway. Hù quick eye had noted the move-i menta of faúhar and son. I "More plunder, William Jones?" he asked , grimly.  In a mon-^nt William Jones was transformed. Tho keen expression of his face changed to ono of lainglod stupidity and sadness; ho began to whino.  "Moro pl-oadcr, Mr. Monk?" ho said. "No, ao;thod:iys l'or finding that is gone. Matt and mo has boon on tho ^oro foraging for a bit o'Crc'.vood—tLat be aU. Put it down. Matt; p-atib down."  Matt did a3 sho was told; oi)ening hor arms sho thre-;v her load into a corner of tho room; then Williaiu Jones hurried the whole party back into tho Idtehen.  Tho men seated themselves on benches, but Matb mo vol about tha room to get a light. Tho light, cs well as everything else, was a living illustration of tho meanness of William Jones. lb consisted not of a candle, but of -i long i-ush, which had been gathered from tho marshes by Mati, and afterward dried and dipped in grcaso by William Jonos. Matt lighted ib and fixed it in a litiJo iron niche which was evidently made for tho purpose, and which was attached to a tablo near the hearth". "WTien tho work was finished, she throw off her hat and jacket, retired to the fai-;hsr end of tho hearth, and sat down on tho floor. •  During tho wholo of this timo Mr. Monk had been -watching her gloomily; and ho had been watchod iu his turn by William Jones. At lasb tho latter spoke:' ;  "Matt's gi-ow^cd,'' said he; "she's growed wonderlul. Lord' bless usi she's a bil ciian.'jea snb is sin' tiiat night -\vucn you found her down on tho shore. Why, her own friends wouldn't Icno^v her 1" Mr. Monic started and fro^vned. "Her friends?" ho said—"whatsfricndsP' "VHiy, thorn as oivns her," continued William Jones. "If they -wasn't all di'o-wnded in the ship what s!io camo ashoro from they, must, bo somowheor. Mayhap some day they'll find hor, and reward mo for bringin' her up a good gal-that's what I alius tell her."  "So that's what you always teu. ner, ao you?" returned Monk, grimly. "Then you're a fool for your pains. The girl's got no friends —haven't I toU you that before?"  "Certainly you hnvo, Mr. Monk," returned William Jones, meekly; "but look ye now, I pink-  ■ "You'vo no right to think," thundered Monk; "you're not paid for thinking; you're paid for keeping tho girl, and what more do you -want?—Matt," ho continued, in a softer tone, "come to mo."  But Matt didn'b hear—or, at any rate, did not heed ; for she mado no movement. Then Monk, gazing intentiy at her, gave vent to tho samo remark as William Jones had done a few houre before:  ""VVTiero have you been to-day," ho said, "to havo oa.tliat frock?"  Again Matt hang her head and was silent. Monlc roi)eated his question; and, seeing that ho was detonninod to have an answer, sho threv/- up her head defiantly, and said, with a tone of prido in ber voice : "I pub ib on to be took !" "To ba took?" repeated Monk. "Yes," returned Matt; "to have my likeness took. There bo a painter chap hero that^ Uvi^ in a cart; he's took it."  It was curious to note the changes in Mr. Monk's face. At first he tried to appear amiable; then his faco gradually dai-kciied into a look of angry suspicion. Matt never once -wibhdrcw Ler eyes from him—his very presence scoEicd to rouso all that was bad in her; and sho glai'cd at hhn through her tangled locks in much tho same manner as a . shaggy terrier puppy might gaze at a bull -which jfcwoiild fain attack, but feared on ao-countpf its simenor srj-eniriu.  "^Jilif^rt.-' ......A Mi. jxjLvfUA. tiymii, "cunie  here.'- ■  This timo sho obeyed; rhe rose slowly flrdu her seat and went reluctantly to his side.  "Matt, look me in tho face," ho said. "Do you know who this painter is?" Matt shook her head; "How many times have you seen him?" "Twice."  "And what has he said to you?" "A lot o'things." "Tèli mo one thing?" "He asked mo who my mother was, and l' ! told hiin I hadn't got none." ' i  Mr. Monk's face once moro grew black as night  "So,',' ho said, "jjoking and prying and ask-; lng questions. I thought as much. He's a'. scoundroUy vagabond!" ; , ■  "No, he .ain't," said Matt, bluntly. "Matt^ my i^l," said Mr. Monk, taking no! notice of her interruption, "I want you to • promise mo something." i "What is it?"  "Not to go near that painter again!" Matt shook her head. ' '?Shan't promise," she said, "'cause I shall' go. My. likeness ain't took yet-^ho takes a time, he does. . I'm going to put 'them things on to-morrow and be took again;*?. . ' For,a moment t¡he h'ght in his eyes looked dangerous, then he ;smiled and patted her cheek—at which caress she shi'ank;away. ! ""Wbàt's tho matterP'he asked. ! "Nothing," said MatW "I don't like to be pulled about, ^t's all." "You mean you don't like me?" • '-'Don't know. That's tdUng." ■  ! "And yot you've no cause to hato me. Matt", for I've been a good friend to you—and al-.^ays sliall, because I like you, Matt. Do you underst^d. I like von?" ..  - tío anxious did he seem to Impress this upon her -that he put' his "arm- around her waist," drev/^ her toward him-and kissed her on the qheek, a oeremq¿.y he had never perfoi-med ' before. But líatt seomod by no moans to appreciate the honor; as his lips touched her,  vv oil, smeo ho found you, J. Buppc«5 ne ought to know; and since you have no relations, Matt, and no claim upon anybody in tha world, it was very kind of Mi-. Menk to keep you, instead of sending you to the vork-house, as ho might have done."  On this point Matt seemed rather skeptical  ^ ''Well," continued Bi-inkley, as he went on hghtiy touchuig up his work, "perhaps i have done my equestriap friend a -wrong. Perhatw his unamiable exterior belies his real nature— perhaps ho is good and Mnd, genei-ous to the poor, willing to help tJie helpless—Uke you. for install'"»"  KKX GIRAHAM.  THE  ROMANCE OF A ONCE FAMOUS PUBLISHER.  Rise and Fall of a Patron oi Genlas— Prices Paid X/ongfeUow, Poe, Bryant and Cooper—Blind, Helples» and Penniless^  " You mean you don?t like me f"  Matt reflected for a momenta then she re-plisd:  "I wonder what he's fond o' me for, William  Jones?"  "Well, I dunno; 'cause he is, I suppose," returned. William Jones, having no more logical answer at his command.  "Tain't that," said Matt; "he don't love me 'causo I'm mo, WiUiam Jones. There's sum-mat el.^e, and I should like to know what thai sunurat is, I should."  William Jones looked at her, conscious that there was a new development of sagacity in her character, but utterly at a hiss to understand what that now development meant.  CHAJrTJSK yj.  ALSO CONCLTTDES VTXta A KISS.  "When Matrt awoke the next morning, the first thing she did was to look around for hei Sunday dothcs, which on retiring to rest she had carcfuUy placed beside her bed. They were gone, and in their place lay the habiliments sho -was accustomed to wear on hei .erratic pilgrimages every day.  Her faco grew cloudy ; she hunted all around tko clianiLor, but finding nothing that she sought she was comx)elled to array herself as best she could.  ""wiUiam Jonos," sne saia, when sne sal with that worthy at a hermit's breakfast ol dry bread and whey, "whei-e's my Sunday dothas?"  William Jones fidgeted a bit, then he said:  "They're put where you won't find 'em. Look ye now, Matt, you'd best be after dom' tiunmat useful than ruunin' about after a painter chap. I was do-wn on tho shore this moi-ning, and I seen heaps o' wood—you'd best get some of i b afore night 1" ";  Matt gave a snort, but said nothing. - A few minutes later her benign protector left tho cottage, and a littie after ho hád disappeared Matt issued forth; but instead of beating tha shoro for firewood, as she had been told to do, L-he ran across the fields te the painter.  She found him already established at his work. Tho facc.was ho had been for some time sta-oUing about-4\lth his hands in his pockets and scanning the proq)ect on every side for a sight of her. Having got tired of this characteristic occupation, he at length sat down and began to put a few touches to tho porta-ait. Seeing that he was unconsdoua of her ajjproach, Matt crept up quietiy behind him and took a peep at the picture.  Her black eyes dilated -with pleasure.  "Oh, ain't it beautifull" she exclaimed.  "So you have come at last," said Brinkloy quietiy, going on with his painting.  She made np, movement and no further soimd; so he cc^íínued:  "Perhaps, non'j'ou /i are come, you'll be good enough to sLep round - that I may continue my work. I am longing to refresh my memory with a sight of your face. Matt!"  "WeU, you can't," said Matt; "they're locked up!"  "Eh—what's locked up—my m^ory or your face?'  It was clear Màtt could not appreciate banter. Sho saw him smfle, and guessed ho was laughing at her, and her face grew black and mutinous. Sho would have slunk off but his voico stopped her.  "Come hero, Matt," ho said. "Don't be silly, child; teU mo what's the matter, and— why, what has become of your resplendent raiment—your gorgeous Sunday clothes?'*  "Didn't I tell you?—they're locked up."  "Indeed?"  "Yes, William Jones done it 'cause 7ie told him. ife don't want me to come hero and be took."  "Oh! Tell you what it is, Matt, we wiH havo om* own' way in q)ite of them. For the present this picture shall be put aside. If in a day or so you can again don your Sunday raiment, aa4 sit to me again in them—^if not, I darò say I shall be able to finish the dress from memory. That portrait I shall give to you. In the meantime, as I want one for myself, IWÜ1 paint you as you are. Do you approveP'  Matt nodded her head -vigorously.  ' '"Veiy well," said BrinHey. ' 'Then wo will get on."  He removed from his easel and carefully covered the ijortrait upon which ho had been wor^g. Thenhoputupafrcshcat-dboard, and sat down, inviting Matt to do tho sama  With the disappearance of tha ^Sunday dothcs tho girl's stiffness seemed to have disappeared also, and she became again a veritable child of nature. She looked like a shaggy young pony fresh from a race on the  . [New Tork Herald.]  Among the mmates of the ophthalmic department of "the hospital on the corner, of Tweuty-thurd street and Third avenue is a man' who has an exceedingly interesting history. Forty "y ears ago his namo -was ÜíeráUy -'ti household: w^^ in e very cùlti-vated home in thè United States, for it was attached to a magazine which justly takes rank as the pioneer publication of first class American periodical literature. The man in question is George Rex Graham, the founder of Graham's Magazine, who was once also the chief owner of The Philadelphia North American newspaper, who has twice made and lost handsome fortunes, and who was often the host of raon who have occupie l exalted places both at Harris-burg and Washington. Blind, helplass, worn out and subsisting on the generosity of others, tlii.^old man, now more than threo-score and ten, has for eighteen months past been waiting in the institution named to have operations performed on his oyes for the removal of cataracts.  In the room of the tóale nurse, attentively listening to tiie latter reading an historical work, sat Mr. Graham when a reporter of Tho Herald called to see him. Ho is now in the 73d year of his age, and consitlering what he has passed through in recent ye irs, and his present sad condition, bears hiin.self with remarkable good natura and e von cheerfuliio-is. His hair and whiskers are white and long, and altogether he presents a very patriarchal appearance. If one did not know" tho contrary he would suppose that the venerable publisher was fully possessed of .sight, his eyes look so bright and natural, but he cannot see anything. Otherwise his health is moderately good. To a request for some facts about his hi:^tory he ansvk-ered cheerily: "If you think the public ara really interested in one who might almost say that he is like him of whom Sam Johnson wrote when he said, 'Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage'— one who is lost to the world—1 have ao objection to rehearse the story "of my lifo, which certainly has been eventful" niS SELr-TOLD STORY.  Ho proceeded accordingly, a-s follows: "I am a native of Philadelphia, having been born thero In 1S13. Left an orplian when a boy I was obliged to earn my own living. I first learned the trade of a cabiuet-inaker, but nexb turned my attention to the law and studied with Judge Armstrong. I suc-ceedeil very well and. saved a .snug sum of 'money. Having devoted my nights tts reading Burke I acquired a tasta for literature and became ambitious to own a magazine. I contributed sketches to Atkinson's Casket, a feeble concern. Subsequently, in company with Charles J. Peterson, of Philadelphia, who was one of my earliest friends  mountain-side, as she threw herself on the ground in an attitude which was all pictur-esqueness and beautyi Then, -with her plump, sun-bumed hand she began to cardesslypuU up tho grass, while her black eyes searched altematdy the prospect and the painter's face:  Pi-esentiy she spoke:  "ffe says you'ro a "piyin' scoundrd," she said.  ^ Brinkley looked up and smiled.  "Who is Ac, MattP'  "Mr. Monk," she replied, and gave a Jerk -with her head in tho direction of Monkshurst,  "Oh, indeed," said Brinkliay. "It is my amiable equestrian friend, is it? Pm suro Pm  cheeks'she shivered, and when ho releaseil hei^ shp bogaii rubbing at' thej^laco as if tOi-wijM'  tho touch away. . , , ' , — .----^ _____„ -o__^  i H-Mr.'Mpnkioticed this ac^on on tho'pi^';Bndi working aw;ay-; vigorously -with'hia  much obliged to him. And when, may I ask, did he boroyou -with his opinion of meP'  "Last night, when he come to see William Jones. He said I wasnt to be took no more, 'cause you was a scoundrel^ i>okin* and pryin'."  Brinkley began to whistie, and went on for a while -vigorously touching up his work. Then he looked up and regarded the girl curiously.  . "Mr. Monk seems to be very much interested in j/o it, Miitt?";  The girl nodded her head-vigorously; then,, remembering J the o&us cares§ to-which Mr, Monk had subjected her, she: began to vio-lentiy rub her cheek agaii^  "Why is Mr. Monk so interested in yonf Doyoulmow?"  P'raps it's ^cause he found mewheni como' ashore.','  Qb^ he found did he! Then wiiyf doesn't he keepyonf ' " "  "He do^,. only I Utb alCH]« 6> William Jones." _  A^n Brinkloy begai whistling lightly  ..oi^thegkl-hfi'deemed it prudent totaktf'ntìr notice'of it.. «Ho'said a few more^pleàsimt thmgs to Matt,- and' again patted her icheiak | ' aiBCectionatdy ; then he left the cottage^ taking WiUioip Jones "with him.. Teh minutes later jyUliani Jones returned olone.».. ,, * ♦-?Where's'7t««?,oskodMatt,;/ ,'i y. f!-';., , ilr. tMonk, Matt-he be gone!»,  said WàUamìJones. ' "  ": LVGono';for/gbodr'deinandi*i?:^tt, impa-  » JPresentìy'iithò^ : TO^ begaa  "l^tt^wtìitttunga ^  yoa come c^ofa ^ ''Idtinnòl" ' '  K- ii'Yòù -bave never lusard whefher aoythìng. was"--found;;^th you wìdeh might'-'lead^to •jronrflndingyoùrrelaaansP'-' K '.  no •more'hai-Willlaiai; Jori» . Ktys they'U'flnd i^ soii^ day and roni  and fellow students, and who, iu thesa later years, has been one of my banefactors, I purchased from Atkinson his Casket. For a year Mr. Peterson and mysalf ran The Casket Than he sold out and I purchased Tho Gentleman's Magazine from "IViiliam E. Burton, the comedian, paying him 83,500, or $1 for each subscriber. I massed the subscribers of the two publication^, and with a list of about 4.500, started Graham's Magazine. This was in 1841. Edgar Allen Poe, who ba l been editor of The Gentleman's Magazine, remained with me as editor of the new venture. I resolved to strike out boldly from tho first and engaged the best known vvriters of the day.  ARRAY Ol? TALENT.  "My list of constant contributors inolnded James Russell LnweU, recently our minister to England; J. T. Heiidly, the ill-fated but highly gifted William Henry Herbert, Bayard Taylor, R. T. Conrad, George H. Boker. E. P. Whipple, John G. Saxe, William Cul-len Brynnt, William Devoe, Fonmiore Cooper, Mrs. Ann Stephens, Louise Cuan-aier, Caroline Chambers, E. L. Cushiug, Estelle Lewi«, and Julia, the very talented and exceedingly beautiful lady who subsequently becamo the mother of Edmund Clarence Stedman, and, stiU later, the wife of the late William Burnet Kinney; the founder of The Newark'Daily Advertiser. The consequence was- the immediate and marvelous success of tho magazina. Money and subscribors rolled in on me with every mail, until I was astonished myself. . I engaged the services of JohnSartain, and pub lished handsome engravings. 1 also got the very latest fashion plates trom Paris and inserted them. These took amazingly. In two years' time my subscription list nearly touched 4U,00U. I bad the field of illuHtrated magazines alone to myself. I paid for everything I published. Poor Bayard Taylor! How well I remember the astonishment on his flna open face when I handed him $J5 for the two flrsb poems he ever wrote. 'Surely,'said he, 'you are not going to poy me for tham? . Why, this is the first money lever earned 1' |  EDGAR ALLAN POE.  "What did I pay Poe? 1 gave him SSOO a year, which in thosa days was con iidnred very liberal. He was with me as editor for about eighteen months, and for tSiraa or four years I knew him intimately. Literature with him was a religion, and ha, its high priest, with a whip of scorpions scourged the ■ money-changers from tha temple, in oil else ho had tho docility and kindness of a child. Sitting near him for overaye^ir, constanUy writing near and conversing with him, I knew all his hopes, his fears ami little annoyances of life, ;yet he was always the polished gentleman, and the quiet, unobtru-' sive, thoughtful scholar, 'th^ soul of honor in all his> tran'sactiona. This, of coui^a, was in his better days. He was the first reviewer^ of his day. . He was very savera and too caustic, faxitts 'which, howev^t*, helped the magazine. Poe used to write from: five to seven jfiages every month. One of bis serials, first-puWished iu the magazina, wais. the weird nafrativo entitled VMurders in tha Rue Morgue,*? which created a greas sensation in^Francft-Associated with Poe on tho niagaaine';;was Mr. 0. J. Peterson, for grc^^insultitlg whom I was obliged to dis-chai'ge Poe.  LONGiELLOW AND BRYANT.  "To I. iinioro Cooper I gave $1,SOO for hfa iSIalat of the Gulf;' Two of my ' Iwst in-V^tments «wore'Longfellow and Bryant Theii't writings inade^ subscribers for the magazine by tho thousand.^ Miu Stephens' 'Melinda Gray'was • also a great card; Except for. the 'Spanish Student' I never paid 1 Longfellow m'.a*o than for a poem, that being tho ium I paid him for 'Tha Village Blacksmith,'«which became >- so popular in :Eug!aud' that a mass of'Englishmen belie ved it was written br an Enoli^Ai^ puoiibtiea m .jBiUgiaua. • «Tom 184-J to loia:; my subscription list'never ran below 35,000, aiid sometimes ^ it, was, as. high-as 60,000. ,Men ,were'>a-»tonished at., my succeiii Ona ,day a friend came in and .said: -'Graham, •put'your hpud on that • table? , 'What for?' I askei. 'Why, > because evervthing you touch turiiB to gold,' was his reply." ' SPECUL-ATION-tBISASTEIU -  i^ay. lliis was about tao year lisw^ i think. In partner-hip with the late Morton Mo-Michael and Robert M. Bird, I purchased The TJnitod States Gazette from J. ' R. Chandler, giving him «45.00a We incorporated the two papers named and started what is now The North American. Too many irons in the fire proredv 'disastrous for me. I was induced to go into some copper mina speculations gotten up by rogues and lost heavily. Neglect of the magfiginft caused that to fall away, and in 1848 I -was obliged to sell magazine, newspaper, shares and everything to satisty- my -^creditora. -After a whUe I got on. my , again, bought back the magazine and gave it a new lease of life. My succuss for a time was moderate, but the glory of Ichabod had departed. A renewal of the old success was impossible, and after kee{>i^ the magasiiie for three years I sold it aì-secoiid time. It died in the hands of Mr. Bit'à- See, the purchaser. The reason of its' ill success the second time was my thoughtleissneiss in divulging to ono of the Harpers in an ordinary conversation aU my plans for the future. The Harpers jumped in with anortn-OHs capital, put my plans into éxecution, and Graham's Magazine received its doath blow. -  COMES TO NEW YORK. '—.......  "In 185:J I left Philadelphia,- aiid came to Now York. With the .¡rSlimiant of the fortune I went into Wall stree^;^w^h the usual , result—succeiïs to-d^i^fcj&Êr ' to-morrow. In 1864 1 went: to live with a naphaw, tha late Cól. Henry Roekafeller, and ten years later began to contribute literary reminiscences te a Newark (N. J.) paper, subser quentiy taking an editorial position. This I held until three years ago, when my s^fo . hfegan to fail ma and I was forced to qnîfe work. Since then, of coursa, I hai ve been unable to earn my own living, and have ' been obliged to subsist on tha generosity ot others. As you can readily understand, this is a hard fate for a man who has seen what I have seen, been what I have been, but, thanks ba to God, I was born with a generally cheerful and contented disposition, und I try to feel as happy as 1 can."-  "Indeed, su*," said Mr. McDermott, the nurse," it would be impossible to find a man more easily pleased and satisfied than Mr. Graham. Hals the best natured patient we ever had here. Everybody loves him."  The burden of caring for Mr. Graham was taken up three years ago by a Newark journalist Through the Uberality of old Philadelphia acquaintances of Mr. Graham, par* ticularly Mr. G. W. Childs and Mr. -C. J. Peterson, the simple wants of the old man have been provided for. His wife died'^ many yeai-s ago, and, so far as near relatives are concerned, be appears to bo abso.--lutely alone in the world,-all of them being dead. He still hopes to regain his sight and be able to resume work, but thosa competent to speak express fear that his extreme age and feebleness are fatal barriers to successful operations for cataracts.  Ulstory of the ITaqals.  IGuaymas Oor. San Francisco Bulletin] The Ynquis bold tha title to their lands from the king of Spain and do not recognize the republic of Mexico. No taxes or imposts are levied on them, or if levied they have not been collected. They are a hardy, agricultural race, living on small patches of fertile soil on the borders of the Yaqùi river. They steal stock when an opportunity offers, but have rarely in the last few years committed any murders. Cajeme, their chief, is a man of fair education for Mexico, und a stern ruler. Ha has absolute control over them. Tha two nations combined number over 15,000, of which at least •i.,0l)0 are udult males. Their principal arms are bows, arrows, spears, and a three-cornered bludgeon mado of iron wood. Some of the ai-rows are poisonous. They also carry a powdered .stone in small sacks, used by them to throw in the eyas of their ad versa-ries, which is said to swell tham up and produce blindness. Cajeme has a royal guard, the major portion of whom are mounted as cavalry and are picked man of tha nation. Thei-a are said to be some 400 or 503 of than».  The extent of country occupied by them reaches along the river some ninety miles, by an average width of twenty miles. Here are located their tovms or pueblos, each having its governor, judges, i<tc., whore-port to tho chief. They produce corn, beans, melons, pumpkins, etc., and raise quite a largo number of chickens, goats, pigs, eta, all of which find a market hi Guayma«. In fact, tho supply of wool, cane mats, oysters, and many other articles of sale, in demand hero at all time.i of the year, comes from tho Yaqui river. The trade of the Yaqui Indians with the port of Guaymas will average over S3,000 monthly. Most of this pror duca is oxcSanged for goois, and forms quite an item to the small stores of tha town. _  Balloon Kacea.  [Paris Letter.] The interest of the sporting world at Paris is at present divided between horse and balloon races, and so general does tha naw .sport threaten to become that tha Parisian» will soon be no mora astomshad at seeing a number of balloons above their heads timn thay would be if tha Airships were.so many pigeons. Inventors are bard at work on improved bnlloon=:, and among such tha latest noveltj', which i.-i at present being privately trained, but will shortly appear in ptiblio, is furnishoil with a piir of larga wings wi>rkeJ -by an electric motor. This balloon is aniiouiicad to I» able to hold its own :igainst a violant current of air. and oaro-naute and t.hair friends ara looking forward ti> it- nppeai-nnod with nonsidarabla intar-pst. An aerial race meeting, it is predicted, will ho n fi-ïtiira long before aerial nuviaa trtbSi to -'grappling in the cenerai blua"  Tfrribln Destruction of a Barn.  fSteveris Point iWis.) Joiiroa).] Th» roaring of tho (Ira, the grim grand-pur of the flames as thay rolled round and roiind, tho bl.'izing cindern: rising high in th« air jitnl carried far to tha east and south-  Fierce as ten furios,  Torrible as hall— the cries of the fireman, the fathers and' mothers anxiously watching their home^i; the terrified children just awakening from their little cots, following aftar them, the lowing of the cattla and squealing pig^ Ut loose from the entire neighborhood, and the pietura of man on the roof of houses, as fai a? the eya could reach, made the scena a wierd one, not soon to ha effaced from mani* orv's Daaraa.  l.x>;ttumoiit In Sebastopol.  [ForoiKii Latter.] Sebastopol is-at pra.-^nt one of the points toward which tho eyoi! of tho vrórld are turned. Tha city, even before th'e raoent war fever.'was thrown into gt«at -oxcite-ment by the issue of an order that business lioyçes talee up thoir goods and walk from the south to the north of the city. The south of the city is tha portion that was laid waste by the allies. For many years tha city was stagnont; in 1875 business began to revive; ii «ikaso opened tho south of the town to commerce. Last year 1,700 vessels entered the port; large wharves and wai-e-house.s have been built'on the devastated region. The recent order turns out the mar-chants to latin tha soldiers.  Poetic Xloense.  IBastoniCourier.l "A Would-^Be Poet" writes: "Believing that I possess a faculty for rhyming, I am ombitious to be a poot ; As I have heard a great deal about the poetic license; I., am . anxious to know whether or not it is ^necessary for me to take out one of these licenses, r Bndifiti.s, vvhere .shall I apply for onaf The proper parson^ to whom to < apply for n poetic ~ license, ib^ sroms to us, is Walt Whitman. At ' oil events, he uses tho poetic licemie himself frequently, and with -remarkabl«i success, being able, through its. aid to make , -ghanistrtn" rhyme with cucumber."  A'13-cant teble d'Jiote dinner suppHed, by a New'York caterer cgn^ts of seup, fisb.^  :i i v l,.nil: nmant:  ■»li sfST''   

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