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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - May 18, 1890, Burlington, Iowa gressipmgpHH!Pates. THE BURLINGTON HAWK EYE. ESTABLISHED: JUNE, 1839.)BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 18, 1890. PRICE: 15 CENTS PER WEEK. THE DESERT WRITTEN BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U. S. N. AUTHOR OF 'TH'NRAVI N' RANCH.’* * ’Tilt COLONELS DAUGHTRY. KTC., KTC. “MARIOS’* FAITH. [Copyright, 1*90, for The Hawk-Eye.) ((I|! CHAPTER XIV. IHE best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft. a-gley.” Mrs. Rayner, ill in mind and body, had yielded to lier lord's entreaties and determined to start eastward with lier sister without delay. Packing was already begun. Mrs. Travers had promised herself that she would within thirty-six hours put Mr. Hayne in possession of certain fact# or theories which in her opinion bore strongly upon •clearing up" of the case against the him; Mr. Hayne had determined that he would see Maj. Waldron on the coming day and begin active efforts towards the restoration of Ii is social rights; the doctor haji about derided cm a new project for inducing Clancy to unbosom himself of what he knew; Capt. Kavner, tired of the long struggle, was almost ready to welcome anything which .should establish his subaltern’s innocence, and was on tho point of asking for six months’ leave just as soon as lie had arranged for Clancy's final discharge from service; he had reasons for staying at the post until that Hibernian household was fairly ami squarely removed; and Mrs. Clancy's plan was to take Mike to the distant east., “where she had frinds. There we're other schemes and projects, no doubt, but these in ain I v concerned our leading characters, and one and all they were put. to the right about by the events of the following day. Tile colonel, with bis gruff second in command, Ma j. Stannard. had been under orders tor several days to proceed on this particular dale to a l/.rge town ti day’s journey eastward bv rail. A court martial composed mainly of Held officers was ordered there to assemble for the trial of an old captain of cavalry whose propensity it was not so much to get drank as never to get rf rank without concomitant publicity and discovery. It was a rare tiling for the old war dog to take so much as a glass of wine; he went for months without it; but the instant lie began to drink lie was moved to do or say something disreputable, and t hat was the trouble now. He was an unlucky old trooper, who had risen from the lowest grades, fought with credit, and even, at times, commanded his regiment during tho war; but war records could not save bim when he wouldn’t save himself, and he had to go. The court was ordered, and the result was a foregone conclusion. The colonel, his adjutant and Maj. JStannard were to drive to town during the afternoon and Like the east hound train, leaving Maj. Waldron in command of the post; but lief ore guard mounting a telegram was received, which was sent from department headquarters the evening before, announcing that one of the officers detailed for the court was seriously ill and directing Maj. Waldron to take his place. So it resulted iii the post being left to the command of the senior captain present for duty, aud that man was (.’apt, Buxton. He had never had so big a command before in all bis lib M.ij. Waldron of course bad to go home and make bis preparations. Mr. Hayne, therefore, bad brief opportunity to speak with him. It was seen, however, that they bad a short talk together on tho major’s piazza, and that when they parted the ma jor shook him warmly and cordially b v the hand. Ray lier, Buxton, Ross ami some juniors happened to be coming down along the walk at die moment, and, seeing them, as though with (jointed meaning the major called out, so that all could hear: “Bv the way. Hayne, I wish you would drop in occasionally while I’m gone and take Mrs. Waldron out for a walk or drive; my horses are always at your service. Aud a —I U write to you about that matter the moment I’ve hail a chance to talk with the colonel—to-morrow, probably." And Hayne touched bis cap iii parting salute, and went blithely off with brightened eye and rising color. Buxton glowered after him a moment, and conversation suddenly ceased in their party. Finally lie blurted out: “Strikes me your major might do a good deal belter by himself and his regiment lo standing nj* for its morale and discipline than by openly Haunting his favoritism for convicts in our laces, lf I were in your regiment I d cut him.” “You wouldn't have to,” muttered one of the group tv* bis neiglibor; “the cut would have been oil the other sidelong ago." And tin* s( leaker was Buxton’s own subaltern. Raynor said nothing. Iii# eyes were troubled and anxious, and he looked after Hayne with an expression far more wearied than vindictive. “The major is fond of music, captain,*’ said Mr. Ross, with mischievous intent. “He hasn't l*een to tho club since tile night you sang ‘Eileen Alannah That was about the time Ilayne s piano came.” “Ies,” put in Foster. “Airs, Waldron says he goos and owls Hayne now night after night just to hear him play.” “It would be well for him. then, if lie kept a better guard on Mr. Hayne’s other visitors,” said Buxton, with a black scowl. “I don't know how you gentlemen iii the Riflers look upon such matters, but in tile —th the man who dared to introduce a woman of the town into his quarters would be kicked out in short order.” “You don't mean to say that anybody accuses Hayne of that, do you?’ asked Ross, in amaze. “I do—just that. Only, I say this to you, it has but just come to light, and only one or two know it. To prove it positively he’s got to be allowed more rope; for he got her out of the way last time before we could clinch the matter. If he suspects it is known he won t repeat it; if kept to ourselves he will probably try it again—apd be caught. Now I charge you all to regard this as confidential.” “But, Capt. Buxton.” said Ross, “this is so serious a matter that I don't like to believe it. Who can prove such a story?” “Of course not, Mr. Ross. You are quite ready to treat a man as a thief, but can't believe he'll do any other that is disreputable. That is characteristic of your style of reasoning,” said Buxton, with biting sarcasm. “You can’t wither me with contempt, Capt. Buxton. I have a right to my opinion, and I have known Mr. Hayne for years, and if I did believe him guilty of one crime five years ago I'm not so ready to believe him guilty of another now. This isn’t—isn’t like Hayne.” “No, of course not, as I said before. Now, will you tell me, Mr. Ross, just why Mr. Hayne chose that ramshackle old shanty out thereon the prairie, all by -    •* wits to be • sir; but I don’t believe it was for any such purpose as you seem to think.” “In other words, you think I’m circulating baseless scandal, do you?” “I have said nothing of the kind; and I protest against your putting words into my mouth I never used.” “You intimated as much, anyhow, and you plainly don’t believe it.” “Well, I don’t believe—that is, I don’t see bow it could happen.” “Couldn’t the woman drive out from town after dark, send the carriage back, and have it call for lier again in the morning?” asked Buxton. ••Possibly. Still, it isn't a proved fact that a woman spent the night at Hayne’s, even if a carriage was seen coining out. You've got hold of some Sudsville gossip, probably,” replied Ross. “I have, have I? By God, sir, I’ll teach you better manners before we get through with this question. De you know who saw the carriage, and who saw the woman, both at Hayne’s quarters?” “Certainly I don’t.! What I don’t understand is how you should have l*een made the recipient of the story.” “Mr. Ross, just govern your tongue, sir, and remember you are shaking to your superior officer, and don’t venture to treat my statement with disrespect hereafter. I saw it myself!” “You!" gulped Ross, while amaze and incredulity shot across Ids startled face. “You!” exclaimed others of the group, in evident astonishment :ind dismay, ltayner alone looked uncharged. JI. was no news to him, while to every other man in tin* party it was a shock. Up to that instant the prevailing belief had been with Ross that Buxton had found some garrison gossip and was building an edifice thereon. His positive statement, however, was too much for the most, incredulous. “Now what have you to say?” he asked, in rude triumph. There was no answer fora moment; then Ross spoke: “Of course, CapL Buxton, I withdraw any expression of doubt. It never occurred to me that you could I lave seen it. May I ask when and how?” “The last time I was officer of the day, sir; mid Capt. Rayner is my witness as to the time. Others, w hom I need not mention, saw it with me. There is no mistake, sir. The woman was there.” And Buxton stood enjoying the effect. Ross looked white and dazed. Ile turned slowly away, hesitated, looked back, then exclaimed: “You are sure it was—it was not some one that had a right to be there?” “How could it be?” said Buxton, gruffly. “You know he has not an acquaintance in town, or here, who could be with him there at night.” “Does the commanding officer know of if?” asked Mr. Royce, after a moment’s silence. “I am the commanding officer, Mr, Roy ce,” said Buxton, with majestic dignity—“at least I will be after 12 o’clock; and you may depend upon it, gentlemen, this thing will not occur while I am iii command without its receiving the exact treatment it deserves. Remember, now, not a word of thistoany-body. You are as much interested as I am in bringing to justice a man who will disgrace bis uniform and his regiment and insult every lady in the garrison bv such an act. This sort of thing of course will run him out of the service for good and all. We simply have to be sure of our ground and make the evidence conclusive. Leave that to me the next time it happens. I repeat, say nothing of this to any one.” But ltayner had already told his Wife. Just as Maj. Waldron was driving off to tho station that bright April afternoon, aud bis carriage was whirling through the east gate, the driver caught sight of Lieut. I [ayne running up Prairie avenue, waving his hand and shouting to him. Ile reigned in his spirited bays with some difficulty, and Hayne finally caught up with them. “What is it. Hayne?” asked Waldron, with kindly interest, leaniug out of lits carriage. “They w ill be back to-night, sir. Here is a telegram that has just reaehecigne.” “I can’t tell you how sorry I am not to lie here to welcome them: but Mrs. Waldron will lie delighted, aud sheoviil come to rail the moment you let her know. Keep them till I get back, if‘vou possibly can.” “Ay, ay, sir. Good-by.” “Good-by. Hayne. God bless you, and —good luck!” A little later that afternoon Mrs. Rayner had occasion to go into her sisters room. Ti was almost-sunset, and Nellie i f had been summoned downstairs to see I visitors. Both the billies were busy with ; their packing, Mrs. ltayner, as became an invalid, superintending, and Miss Travers, as became the junior, doing all tile work. It was rallier trying to pack all the trunks and receive visitors of both sexes at odd hours. vSonre of her garrison acquaintances would have been glad to come and help, but those wihom she would have welcomed were not agreeable to the lady of tile house..and those the lady of the house‘would have chosen were not agreeable to her. The relations between the sisters were somewhat strained and unnatural, and had been growing more and. more so for several days past. Mrs. Rayner's desk was already packed away. She wanted rto send a note, and bethought her of her sister's portfolio. Opening it she drew out some paper and envelopes, and with the latter came an envelope sealed and directed. One glance at its superscription sent th&blood to her cheek and fire to lier eye. Was it possible? Was it credible? Her pet-, her baby sister, her pride and delight—until she found her stronger in will—her proud spirited, truthful Nell was beyond question corresponding with Lieut.,Hayne! Here was a note addressed to him. How many more might not have been exchanged! Ruthlessly now she explored the desk, searching for something from him, but her scrutiny was vain, Oh, what could she say, what could she do, to convey to her erring sister an adequate sense of Hie extent of her displeasure? How could she bring her to realize the shame, the guilt, the^scaadal of her course? She, Nellie Travers, the betrothed wife of Steven Van Antwerp, corresponding secretly with this—this scoundrel, whose past, clipse laden as it had been, was as nothing compared to the present with its degradation of vice! Ah! she had it! What would ever move her as that could and must? When th^ trumpets rang out their ftun- igain to her room, she started at the sight that met her eyes. There stood Mrs. Rayner, like Juno in wrath inflexible, glaring at her from the commanding height of which she was so proud, and pointing in speechless indignation at the little note that lay upon the open portfolio. For a moment neither spoke. Then Miss Travers, who had turned very white, but whose blue eyes never flinched and whose lips were set and whose little foot was tapping the carpet ominously, thus began: “Kate, I do not recognize your right to overhaul my desk or supervise my correspondence.” “Understand this first. Cornelia,” said Mrs. Rayner, who hated the baptismal name as much as did her sister, and used it only when she desired to be especially and desperately impressive: “I found it by accident. I never dreamed of such a possibility as this. I never, even after what I have seen and heard, could have believed you guilty of this; but, now that I have found it, I have the right to ask. what are its contents?” “I decline to tell you.” ••Do you deny my right to inquire?” “I will not discuss that question now. The other is far graver. I will not tell you, Kale, except this: there is no word there that aa engaged girl should not write.” “Of that I mean to satisfy myself, or rather”- “You will not open it, Kate. No! Put that letter down! You have never known me to prevaricate in the faintest degree, and you have no excuse for doubting. I will furnish a copy of that for Mr. Yan Antwerp at anytime; but you cannot see it.” “You still persist in your wicked and unnatural intimacy with that man, even after all that I have told you. Now for the last time hear me; I have striven not to tell you this; I have striven not to sully your thoughts by such a revelation; but, since nothing else will check you, tell it I must, and what I tell you my husband told me in sacred confidence, though soon enough it will be a scandal lo Hie whole garrison.” And when darkness settled down on Fort Wa i roner that starlit April evening and the first warm breeze from the south came sighing about the casements, and one by one the lights appeared along officers’ row. there was no light in Nellie Travers’ window. Tile little note lay in ashes on the hearth, and she. with burning. shame stricken cheeks, with a black, scorching, gnawing pain at her heart, was hiding her face in her pillow. And yet it was a jolly evening after all—that is, for some hours and for some people. As Mrs. Rayner and her sister were so soon to go, probably by the morrow’s train if their section could be secured. the garrison had deckled to have an informal dance as a suitable farewell. Their announcement of impending departure had come so suddenly and unexpectedly that there was no time to prepare anything elaborate, such as a german with favors, etc.; but good music and an extemporized supper could be had without trouble. The colonel’s wife and most of the cavalry ladies, on consultation, had decided that it was the very thing to do, and the young officers took hold with a will: they were always ready for a dance. Now that Mrs* Rayner was really going, the quarrel should be ignored, and the ladies would all be as pleasant to her as though notliing had happened, provided, of course, she dropped her absurd airs of injured womanhood and behaved with courtesy. The colonel had had a brief talk with his better half before starting for the train, and suggested that it was very probable that Mrs. Rayner had seen the folly of lier ways by that time—the captain certainly had been behaving as though he regretted the estrangement—and if encouraged by a “let’s-drop-the-whole-thing” sort of manner she would be glad to reciprocate. He felt far less anxiety herein than lie did in leaving the post to the command of (’apt. Buxton. So scrupulously had he been courteous to that intractable veteran that Buxton had no doubt iii his own mind that the colonel looked upon him as the model officer of the regiment. It was singularly unfortunate that he should have lo be left iii command, but his one or two seniors among the captains were away on long leave, and there was no help for it. The colonel, seriously disquieted, had a few words of earnest talk with him before leaving the post, cautioning hill so particularly not to interfere with any of the established der tails and customs that Buxton got very much annoyed, and showed it. ••If your evidence were not imperatively necessary before this court I declare I believe I d leave you behind,” said the colonel to his adjutant, “There is no telling wliat mischief Capt. Buxton won’t do if left to himself,” It must have been near midnight, and the hop was going along beautifully, and Capt. Rayner, who was officer of thoday, was just escorting his wife into supper, and Nellie, although looking a trifle tired and pale, was chatting brightly with a knot of young officers, when a corporal of the guard came to the door: “The commanding officer’s compliments, and he de. ires to see til© officer of the day at once.” There was a general laugli. “Isn’t that Buxton all over? The colonel would never think of sending for an officer in the dead of night, except for a fire or alarm; but old Bux. begins putting on frills the moment he gets a chance. Thank God, I'm not on guard to-night!” said Mr. Royce. •‘What can he want with you?” asked Mrs. Rayner, pettishly. “The idea of me captain ordering another aroundlike this!” “HI be back in five minutes.” said Rayner, askile picked up his sword and disappeared. Bat ten minutes—fifteen—passed, and be came not. Mrs. Rayner grew worried and Mr. Blake led her out on the rude piazza to see what they could see, and several others strolled oat at the same time. The music I vat! ceased, and’ the night air was not too cold. Not a soul was in sight out on the starlit parade* Not an unusual sound was heard. There was nothing to indicate the faintest trouble; and yet CapL Buxton, the commanding officer, had been called out by Iris “striker” or soldier servant before ll cr’clock, had not returned at all. and in little over half an hour had sent for the officer of the day. What did it mean? Questioning and talking thus among themselves, somebody said, “Hark!” and held up a warning hand. Faint* far, muffled, there sounded on the night air a shot, then a woman’s scream;'then all was still. “Mrs. Clancy again!” said one. “That was not Mrs. dance, 'twas a far different voice.” answered Blake, and tore away across the parade as fast as his long legs would carry him. “Took! The guard are running toof cried Mrs. Waldron. “What can it be?” And, sure enough, the gleam of the rifles could be seen as the men ran rapidly away in the direction of the east gate. Mrs. Rayner had grown ghastly, and was ^ vers, who with white all her eyes across the dim level. Others came hurrying out from the hail. Other young officers ran in pursuit of the first starters. “What’s the matter? What’s liappened?” were the questions that flew from lip to lip. “I—I most go home,” faltered Mrs. Rayner. “Come, Nellie!” “Oh, don’t go, Mrs. Rayner. It can’t be anything serious.” But, even as they urged, a man came running towards them. “Is tile doctor here?” he panted. “Yes. What's the troubler” asked Dr. Pease, as he squeezed his burly form through the crowded doorway. “You’re wanted, sir. Loot’nant Hayne’s shot; an' Capt. Rayner he’s hurt too, sir.” Straight as an arrow Mr. Blake had sped across the parade, darted through the east gate, and. turning, had arrived breathless at the wooden porch of Hayne’s quarters. Two bewildered looking members of the guard were at the door. Blake pushed his way through the little hallway and into tho dimly lighted parlor, where a strange scene met Ids eyes; Lieut. Hayne lay senseless and white upon the lounge across the room; a young and pretty woman, singularly like him in feature and in the color of her abundant tresses, was kneeling beside him, charing his hands, imploring him to speak—to look at her— unmindful of the fact that ber feet were bare and that only a loose wrapper was thrown o*er her white night dress; Capt. Rayner was seated in a chair, deathly white, and striving to stanch the blood that flowed from a deep gash in his temple and forehead; lie seemed still stunned as by the force of the blow that hail felled him, and Buxton, speechless with amaze and heaven only knows what other emotions, was glaring at a tall, athletic stranger who, in stocking feet, undershirt aud trousers, held by three frightened looking soldiers and covered by the carbine of a fourth, was hurling defiance and denunciation at the commanding officer. A revolver lay upon the floor at the feet of a corporal of the gnard, who was groaning in pain. A thin veil of powder smoke floated through the room. As Blake leaped in—his cavalry shoulder knots and helmet cords gleaming in the light—a flash of recognition shot into the stranger’s eyes, and lie curbed his fearful excitement and stopped short in his wrath. “What devil’s work is this?” demanded Blake, glaring intuitively at Buxton. “These people resisted my guards, and had to take the consequence,” said Buxton, with surly—yet shaken—dignity* “What were the guards doing here? What, in God’s name, are you doing here?” demanded Blake, forgetful of all consideration of rank and command in the face of such evident catastrophe. “I ordered them here—to enter and search.” A pause. “Search what? what for?” “For—a woman I had reason to believe he had.brought out-here from town.” “What? You infernal idiot? Why, she-s his own sister, and this gentleman's wife!” The silence, broken only by the hard breathing of some of the excited men and the moaning cry of Hie woman, was for a moment intense. “Isn’t this Mr. Hurley?” asked Blake, suddenly, as though to make sure, and turning one instant from his furious glare at his superior officer. The stranger, still held, though no longer struggling, replied between his set teeth: ‘•Certainly. I've told him so.” “By heaven, Buxton, is there no limit to your asininity? What fearful work will you do next?” “FII arrest you, sir. if you speak another disrespectful word!” thundered Buxton, recovering consciousness that as commanding officer he could defend himself against Blake's assault. “Do it aud be—you know what I would say if a lady were not present. Do it if you think you can stand having this thing ventilated by the court. Pah! I can't waste words on you. Who's gone for the doctor? Here, you men, let go of Mr. Hurley now. Help me, Mr. Hurley, please. Get your wife back to her room. Bring me some water, one of you.” And with that he was bending over Hayne and unbuttoning tile fatigue uniform iii which he was still dressed. Another moment and the doctor had come in. anil with him half the young officers of the garrison. Rayner was led away to his own quarters. Buxton, dazed and frightened now, ordered tile guards back to their post, and stood (Hindering over the enormity of his blunder. No one spoke to him ov paid the faintest attention other than to elbow him out of the way occasionally. The doctor never so much as noticed him. Blake had briefly recounted the catastrophe to those who first arrived, and as the story went from mouth to mouth it grew no better for Buxton. Once he turned short on Air. Foster, and in aggrieved and sullen tone remarked: “I thought you fellows in the Riflers said he had no relations.” “We weren't apt to be invited to meet them if he had; but I don't know that anybody was in ]>osition to know anything about it What’s that got to do with this affair, Td like to hear?” At last somebody took him home. Mrs. Waldron, meantime, had arrived and been admitted to Mrs. Hurley's room. The doctor refused to go to Capt. Rayner s, even when a messenger came from Mrs. Rayner herself. He referred her to his assistant. Dr. Grimes. Hayne had regained consciousness, but was sorely shaken. He had been floored by a blow from the butt of a musket; but the report that he was shot proved happily untrue. His right hand still lay near the hilt of his light sword; there was little question that he had raised his weapon against a superior officer, and would have used it with telling effect. Few people slept that night along officers’ row. Never had Warrener heard of such excitement. Buxton knew not what to do. He paced the floor in agony of mind, for he well understood that there was no shirking the responsibility. From beginning to end he was the cause of the whole catastrophe. He had gone so far as to order his corporal to fire, and he knew it could be proved against him. Thank God, the perplexed corporal I lad shot high, and the other men, barring the one who Had saved Rayner from a furious lunge of the lieutenant s sword, had used their weapons as gingerly and reluctantly as oossible. At the very least, he knew, an investigation and fearful scandal must come of it. Night though it was, he sent for the acting adjutant and several of his brother captains, and, setting refreshments before them, besought their advice. He was still commanding officer de jure, but he had lost all stomach for its functions. He would have been glad to send for Blake and beg his pardon for submitting to .his insubordinate and abusive language, if that course could have stopped inquiry; but he well knew that the whole thing would be noised abroad in less than no time. TO BE CONTINUE!*. A MOSAIC OF LITERATURE. “Hawk-Eye” Glances at Various Current Chapters. Oberommergan's Play—Smallest Draft on Record—Canceled Stamps—Shafce*-periau Collection—A Mule as a Fog Horn. A LTHOUGH The -Passion Play" at Oberammergau will not be given until nearly seven months hence, Hie work of preparation is going on vigorously in the little village consecrated to this art. A correspondent of the London Standard, writing from Berlin, says:    -The    building in closing the stage i> almost finished and already towers aloft iii noble simplicity, preserving in its outward form the architectural style of a Grecian temple. In the interior the work of staying and proping the covering ain! decorations of the. side wall and back grounds is going busily forward. The staging for the curtain is also ready. The iatter will be constructed so as to separate in the center and roll toward the top and bottom. “The hand of the principal stage authority at Munich, Herr Lautensc hi ager, is to be recognized in the first outlines of the preparations. Everywhere are to be seen practical arrangements for raising and lowering the backgrounds and ceiling lights. The light falls iii great abundance through the glass 'roof of the stage, which may br* further illuminated through the sliding sash doors upon both sides, as may he required. The stage itself is hacked by a paint©! horizon, which, after th** manner of a transformation scene, is so constructed as to admit of being shifted horizontally. Very interesting ar*- the. additions to the middle stage; there are arcades, city gates, and houses j of I he high priests, all of timber, oiled linen and sheet metal, which are capable of being taken to pieces for storing. The arcades upon the left side and the house cit Pilate are finish©!, and await only the hand of the painter. “In proportion a- these halls are ai-y, so the middle stage, with its tile and glass roof, lias an appearance of solidity. But her** also the first glance is deceptive, for the walls are hut shells of timber covered with a matting of reeds, and finished off with a layer of cement two centimeters iii thickness—an innovation which is a complete substitute for massive mason work—offers sufficient resistance to the deteriorating effect of the rough highland climate, and naturally cost# much less. Now that the side ar** cades are completed and in place, the width of the proscenium, can for the first time be appreciated. It has a breadth of fortv-two meters. The stage of the Court theatre at Munich has a breadth of only twenty-nine meters. The building of the boxes and other seats for the spectators is already finished in the rough; they will contain 4,000 numbered places. The work of excavating the earth for the orchestra is well under way. A part of the space for the orchestra will be carried under the proscenium, while the rest will be concealed from the public by means of a fiat tent roof. Quite worthy of note is the consumption of timber by these buildings; up to a short time ago the cost of hewn building timber had reached the sum of 80,000 marks. There are abont twenty-five workmen employed in the construction.” 'Smallest Draft on Record. The smallest draft ever issued by the treasury department will be drawn iii the course of a few days. It is for the magnificent sum of one cent and is to pay for property worth, at tho lowest estimate, $40,000. At the last session of congress the representative from Lowell succeeded in having a bill passed appropriating $200,000 for the erection of a public building here and the purchase of a site. Half a dozen different property owners were anxious to have the government buy their property, as they thought it would be a good thing for them. The famous bunting mill, in which Gen. B. F. Butter is such a large stockholder, ow us a large plot of ground near the mill, and offered it to the government for a very low price, thinking that if the postoffice was built there the company's other property would enhance in value. Considerable property was owned by an estate at the other end of. the town, and for the same reason they offered land ©jually as desirable. The contest between the two waged warm for a time until at last the Butler people executed a master move and offered the property to tile government for $1. But the other syndicate heard what had been done and offered their ground for I cent, and tins offer tile government finally accepted, and the draft for I cent will soon be sent to the agent of tile owners. The same routine will have to be followed in regard to this draft as if it were for $1,000,000. All the papers will have to be carefully examined by the accounting officers in the first instance, and there will be about fourteen signatures on tile warrant before the draft is finally signed by the secretary of the treasury.—Lowell (Mass.) Letter. snxxerxngs or tnose who nave carefully hoarded the “green uns,” the three cent stamp and the five cent stamp and the stomp of all kinds. But the seekers of wealth by stamp Seiling are not likely to acquire great fortunes in this way. lf they have only collected a few thousand, or even 100,-000, they would better become discouraged and give it up, for the wholesale market price of canceled postage' stamps (unless for some particular reason they are extrinsically more valuzoie) is $100 a million. And that is $10 a hundred thousand. “Why do I buy postage stamps?” said G. B. Caiman, of No. 229 Pearl street, to a Tribune reporter. “Why, to sell them. of course.” “Who wants them?" ‘•If jieopie did not want them I certainly should not buy them.” “Give one instance of a reasonable demand for them.” “Well, there is u big cigarette company which has a canceled stamp on a picture which is given away with every box of cigarettes. The company uses millions of them.” "Another.’’ “A certain publication gives a stamp book for so many coupons, the coupons going with the paper. " “What kind of stamps do von buy?” “All kinds.” “But who wants common green two cent stamps? They are not rare.” “Well, they are less common in Western Bulgaria than in New York city. I buy stamps in all parts of Europe and bring them to America, and I ship American stamps to all parts of Europe*” “How many stamps do you buy a year?"'’ “I bought over JO,OCK),OOO last year. For fifteen vears I have averaged about 20,000,000.” “What becomes of them?” “Think of all the shops wliere stamps are sold. A great many people make collections and th** stamps are all gathered for them in this way.” “What do you pay tor stamps?” “One hundred dollars for 1,000,000 of any kind. I don't car** what they are, I will take them. But I pay a great deal more for rare ones, of course. Sometimes people rind old stamps which have been lying around for years. Frequently they are very valuable.’’ “Suppose you were to get an order today for JO,OOO,OOO, could von fill it?” “Yes.” “Would vou buv as many?” “Yes.” “How do you handle them?’ “Those packing cases there are full of them. Yrou see t he siam tis are assorted and put up in envelopes and Jinxed for shipment.” “It would not pay, would it, to count 1,000,000 two cent stamps; how do you manage that?” “We can estimate them almost precisely by weight.” “So canceled stamps really have a market value?” “If they did not. as should not buy them. 000,000 or 2,000.000 in and see for yourself, things in these days that are allowed to go to waste.” And he (licked up a package of foreign stamps and gave them to the reporter as a nest egg.—New York Tribune. A Mule as a Fog Horn. Jupiter can boast of the most intelligent mule on record. The mule is 21 years old. Every night he proceeds to the life saving station. It is customary for the man on watch to discharge his coatou signal (a red light) when vessels come too near the beach. The mule has “caught on” to what this signal means. So every night at 8 o’clock the sailor’s four legged friend proceeds to walk the beach, and if a vessel comes too near the shore he sends forth a neigh that makes night hideous. Port or starboard your helm is the order on the ship, and away sail the jolly tars in safety and with a grateful heart to the four legged patrolman.—Savannah News. STORIES ABOUT ANIMALS And Curosiiies of Animate and animate Nature. In- Bomba ruing a Python—A Zoological freak The Rat Plague—A Remarkable Cave—The Sultan*!* t'urio«ltie« —Cannon Telegraphy. with tne veins ot tnermal springs, from the accretions of which millions of dollars in bullion have been given to the commercial world. Mr. Track has removed several of these petrifactions in perfect form. intending to forward them to Professor Irelan, chief of state mining bureau, who will highly appreciate them. The few who have been permitted to view this interesting chamberpot antiquities were almost benumbed with astonishment.—Home (CaL) Index. I I said before. I Bring round 1,-boxes or bales, There are few Fits, spasms, St. Vitus dance* nervousness and hysteria are soon cured by Brittles’ Nervine. Free samples at J. H. An Opportunity. The most famous and unique Shakespearean collection in the world, namely, that of the late Mr. J. O. Halliwell-Phillipps, is about to be placed on public sale. By the terms of his will it was provided that for the space of one year following his death the city of Birmingham should have the sole option of purchasing for a stated sum his unrivaled treasury of relics of the immortal bard. The Birmingham municipality, however, declined the offer on the ground that it had no money to waste on literary luxuries, and as the years option has now elapsed, the collection lies open to the competition of both the eastern and the western hemispheres.—Toronto Globe.__ Strangled by & Collar Button. A singular accident, resulting in the death of a little 2-year-old daughter of Orlando Reese, assistant secretary of the board of county school commissioners of Carroll county, occurred in thiscity. The child was playing with a small porcelain collar button, which she had put in her mouth anti attempted to swallow. It long©! in the windpipe and produced strangulation. A physician succeeded in removing the obstruction, but it was too late, as the child died immediately after. —Westminster (Md.) Cor. Cincinnati Enquirer. ____ CANCELED STAMPS. lf Awry One Ila* Three or PMT Million* Be Can Find a Good Market for Them. Has any one 1.000.000 stampsor 500,000 or 100.000? The man who has long been wanted bv people who have saved up stamps and who have jealously guarded them for years has been found. He ac-tuallv buys canceled stamps by the million or hundred thousand. This-cheerf ul news is given for tile benefit of those who Lave cried out for infonnatkm.from tim** to time. But the man who buys not . expect to see them leis he IMneapple* in Brazil. Tile most delicious fruit to be found in Brazil is the pineapple. Northerners who eat this fruit weeks after it has been picked in its green state have only a faint idea of its sweetness, lusciousness and delicious flavor. Here the jiineappte is picked when the tropical sun has perfected its chemical work and the fruit is ready to melt in the mouth. It would be an affront to nature to sprinkle sugar upon it when sliced. It is mellow, overrunning with juice, and of incomparable flavor. The finest pineapples are those found in Pernambuco, but the fruit grows almost everywhere in Brazil. There are other fruits, such as alligator pears, melons, chirimoyas and sapotes, and a great variety of tropical nuts. Fruit is cheap here, the finest pineapples being sold for three or four cents to the experienced native, and for ten cents to the unwary traveler.—Cor. New York Tribune.  __ A Vexing Question. There eau be only so many drivers, so many clerks, so many .salesmen, so many young lads in offices. The end of that employment tether is very soon reached, and the rest, what are they to do? and what are we, their guardians and their teachers, to do for them? Nothing is more wearing upon a thoughtful nature than the recognition of its inability to answer with common sense the question, “What would you advise me to do?” It occurs and recurs daily, and daily the heavy foot of disappointment descends the stairs, walks upon the hardened pavements, whose stones are less hard than the hearts of ordinary men toward their fellows.—Howard in New York Press.    ____ A Whaling Experience. Some of the experiences of whaling are not pleasant to remember. One especially is impressed upon my memory: I was bow oarsman in a boat fastened to a big sperm whale. The line was going out so fast that the harpooner was pouring water on it, and he turned to me and handed me the cup, saying, “give me some water.” I dipped it overboard and turned to give it to him. To my horror, be was gone: not a man saw' him go over, and not a sound did he make. The rope in some way took a turn about his leg, and he was jerked over so quick that he no doubt never knew what hurt bim.—Letter in Philadelphia Times. Very Taking Way. T was during the cold weather, w hen snakes were partially or wholly torpid, that this adventure happened: had it been in the hot weather, when snakes are lively, the story might have had a different ending. Gen. Macintyre and his party went one day to examine a hole or crevice under a rock where it was supected a python lay hidden, and sure enough it was there, for they could see a bit of the tail end protruding from the hole. They let it alone at first, thinking that, when the sun shone, it might come forth to bask in its warmth. In this, however, they were disappointed, for on the following day the snake was not lobe seen; but, on closer examination, the tail was found sticking out as before. Various efforts were made to dislodge it. A fire was lit in front and the smoke fanned inward, but this had no effect. The earth was even scraped away and the hole w idened, when they could see the coils of the monster as thick as a man’s thigh; but except that their operations were occasionally interrupted by the startling presence of the creature's head, which it oocasion-ally poked toward the entrance, darting out its little forked tongue, it gave small signs of animation. They had even determined to try to draw it. We all three, therefore, proceeded— somewhat nervously, I mus>t own—to lay hold of its tail. To this familiarity it showed its objection by a decided inclination to wag its caudal extremity, which had such an electrical effect ou our nerves that we dropped it like a hot potato, and—what shall I call it?—retired. A shot would in all probability have induced the &nake to quit its refuge, but then the shot must have tora and disfigured its beautiful skin, which the general wished to secure uninjured as a specimen. In the meantime more efficient tools for digging haul been sent for, and these now arrived borne upon an elephant. A bright idea now struck the party— they might draw the snake out with the elephant! Sufficient rope for the purpose was loosened from the elephant’s pad, and this rope, about the thickneg* of a man’s thumb, was hitched around the python's tail, its remaining length brought up again to the pad and fastened there, thus doubling its strength. Now came the tug of war! A sudden jerk might have torn the skin; the mahout was therefore warned to put on the strain gradually. Little did we know what a tough and obstinate customer we had to deal with. Tighter and tighter grew the ropes, when “crack'’ went one of them. Still the strain was increased, when “crack”—the other had snapped also, leaving the snake in statu quo. The snake was finally dislodged by counter mining and killed with a charge of buckshot. When measured it was found to be twenty-one feet in length and about two feet in girth.—Chambers’ Journal. Half Hrr*»n, Hall Stork. The Zoological gardens have just revolved several specimens of the umbrette, which has not been exhibited since the year 1884. It is. however, fairly common throughout the (Jape colony and iii other 0irts of Africa, ami extends its range to Madagascar. It is one of those birds which has proved a difficulty to the systematise for it does not fit accurately into any classificatory scheme. It is half a heron and half a stork, with a general appearance which is unlike that of either. On the whole, in its structure it comes nearer to the heron, mid it has the rattier melancholy demeanor of that bird. It lives upon fish and frogs. Curiously enough it is looked upon by some of the natives of both Africa and Madagascar as a bird of evil augury. In Africa it is held to be sacred and to possess the power of witchcraft. There is something portentous aud solemn about the behavior of all these herons and bitterns which easily accounts for the origin of these legends. Occasionally the umbrette relaxes the severity of its demeanor and executes a fantastic dance with outspread wings. It is also a bird of refined and aesthetic tastes, which ar** not shared bv its immediate kinsmen, the herons and storks. It adorns its nest with buttons, fragments of pottery, bits of glass, and any other bright looking objects which come in its way. The nest itself is enormous — nearly six feet across—and its interior divided into three chambers. Tills is an unheard of luxury, especially as it only lav3 two eggs and does not take in any lodgers, such as cuckoos.—London Daily News. The Rat Plaine in Lincolnshire. The rat plague in the fen district of Lincolnshire still continues to cause much uneasiness among the farmers. A press representative was recently conducted over one of the affected stackyards, and was astonished at the enormous destruction wrought iii all directions. The “runs” in the stacks were as large as rabbit burrows, and in many instances half the produce of some crops has been destroyed. The woodwork of the buildings has been gnawed through, while the holes in the drain banks are go numerous as to form a kind of vast honeycomb. The rats appear almost as numerous as ever.— Pail Mall Gazette. Mono Cornify'* Remarkable Cave. Sam Track, the enterprising lessee of the syndicate, broke into a natural care in the mine a few day* ago, about 200 feet from the surface, and discovered many things of interp-t to the student of archaeology. The miner- wer«- putting in a hole, when th* drill suddenly disap-(>ear©l, much to their astonisiimenL A couple of holes of b*ss m-pth    then drilled and tired, which made an nurture through which the men enter©! a chamber, a I tout forty feet square ami quite a* high, the sides arid roof of which wore chalcedony bulged out in all sorts of grotesque and fantastic shapes. Sammy entered first, and, swinging his cum die around, caught sight of a score of objects that startled him. “Come in, _    _»    f    bovs!” he exclaimed. “Here's a bloody very sorry, Mr. Bent, |    anaK)mical milseHm.~ that Charlie didnt snit yon. He nerer    crawls    iri    an,i participated in Sam's astonishment, for which there was Tile Saltan's Curiosities. Que cannot be surprised to hear that the sultan thinks of turning his innumerable curiosities into money. Those who have been allowed to visit the Dar-es-Saadet and St. Irene—a rare privilege nowadays—have been wondering ever since, probably, what motive or superstition hu> checked his majesty so long. Nor is it altogether surprising that a London jeweler of position should hesitate to accept the charge of valuing these miscellaneous hoards—a dozen experts of the most consummate assurance would dud more titan they could deal with there. One thing is certain—that nobody can form an idea how much this astonishing collection is worth. We may suppose, from the choice of a jeweler to advise him. that the sultau put* most value on his gems. Certainly they are so many and so huge that all th* crown treasures of Europe could not equal Ute display—if only they arc genuine. But there is grave doubt in that question. to begin with. Since the gates have been closed to all but a few favored visitors. there has beeu no effective supervision of the guardians, who, it must be supposed, are not paid more punctually than other officials. It was on their complaint of purloining strangers that the obi facilities wen* withdrawn; and some think that they had a motive quite different from honest indignation in that protest. When those museums are overhauled, however, thousands of objects more precious than gold or jewels will be unearthed. As an instance, a Hebrew succeed©! in stealing three old lielinets from St. Irene, just before the doors wert closed, and sold them to an English gen tleman resident at P**ra for less than a hundred francs api©t\ This gentleman (Farted with one for more than a thou sand pounds.—Chicago Herald. Trtegraphy by Cunoa Sound. Guns have, for some years been used with, most satisfactory results for fog signaling on the Swedish coast. Their signals have been heard as far as twelve nautical miles, which we believe is a greater distance than tile signal from a siren can be heard. A new gun has just been manufactured and stationed at Hohno Gadd, in Sweden, Commander Engstrom having furnish©! the drawings for this as well as the previous guns. The one in question is made of best wrought Sandviken Bessemer steel at the Stats jo Engineering company. It is Iff feet long and the caliber is GO millimetres. The breech load ing mechanism is of Commander Engstrom’# design and allows of tiring from twenty to thirty shots (>er minute. It will thus be possible to lire letters according to tho Morse alphabet, one shot being a dot, and two ■hots close together a dash. Of this system of signaling more may Ae heard by and by. The breech loading mechanism can be taken out and toepieces in less than a minute, and without the use of any tools, and also put together without any. The cartridges can be used from IOO to JOO times. The gun rests on a gun carriage of wood and is placed in a small hole in the wall. The shed orhouse is very conveniently arranged for the men, with accommodation for refilling the cartridges, etc. The gun, with 13d brass cartridges, spare ports and ammunition for 10,000 shots, lias only cost £275. The gun can probably stand some 40,00€ shots, so the cost for a shot, exclusive ot powder, will be only about 2d.—Engineering. A Bride at 99. VVheii a woman of the age of 92 years marries it must be because she wants to marry, and that is just what happened in the history of “Aunt Katy” Currie, who died at Warwick, Orange county, at the extraordinary ago of 1G7 years and 3 months. Her maiden name was CatlMte rine Woodruff, and she was born In th* adjoining town of Monroe. When she was 5*2 years of age she married Joseph Currie, a prominent and well to do farmer of Warwick, with whom she lived until his death, in 1872. “Aunt Katy” I - entitled to the singular distinction of having gone to the altar as a bride after site had entered upon ber 92d year. The bridegroom, James Nelson, was GU years old. and the marriage took place two years after the death of her first husband. Before contracting this second marriage “Aunt Katy” tore the record of her age from the family Bible, and always declined afterward to tell her age. It is known positively, however, that she vas hora iii 1782.—Toronto Empire. Servant Girl* in Montauk. a lie most thoroughly disgusted people at the lack of women in Montana are those who employ domestic help in the cities. Hundreds of girls come to Helena and Butte each month looking for work, which they secure without difficulty at wages ranging from $20 to $10 a month. After spending a month iii the city, they learn that they can get better wages and have a much better chance of securing a husband and a home of their own bygoing out to some one of the numerous mining camps, which they immediately proceed to do, and the housewife ie fore©! again, perhaps for the thousandth time, to initiate another pilgrim domestic.—San Francisco Chronicle. did have very taking ways. Mr. Bent—Pardon me, madam, but it was bis taking way that we could not stand.—Boston Herald. She Meant the Rothschilds. It was not a Boston young lady, but an aged colored woman, who was overheard to declare that there weren’t many men in this country as rich as the “Roths children. Yooths Companion. Th* Bttsas “Why do I speak of the ‘susceptible’ potato?” “That s the point.” “Because the potato is so easily mash- ample cause, as the interior of the cave flashed with the iridescence of a million colored gems. It seems—so Sam says as if the glittering stars in the firmament j had come down to hold high carn ti a. and flash themselves through lenses of variegated hues. Exploring further, they found still more cause for wonder. Petrifactions of animals, birds and reptiles abound©!. There were great owls and monstrous —    if A Lo*t Farm. Billy Gage, who owned and farmed a forty acre tractor sand loam land, which extended to the hank of the Santa Maria river, near the railroad bridge, mourns the loss of his whole farm. the high waiter having washed away every inch of it From the condition of things now on ranch he i*elieves irrigation would not! necessary. He kept moving his hot a small cabin—lack as the river vane©!, from time to time, until it rests on another man s land. Billy takes his loss good nature saving that the river will event! reach tile town, and more land than will go toward Hie ijcean: his farm on th©opposite side. From the it would appear ti e is not the i real estate laud along Maria side are Santa Maria Graphic. the mattw is about ri^h one who Ic winter. All bank on the more or lens. im. inurn Header. Dudeiy—You look at me thought I was a fool, eh? Stranger—Why, no; you » fool, after alb Y'eur r« that you read a mail’s the glance.—Texas Siftings. as if Not Saltily Satisfied. Clarence—Whore have you John—To my tailor, and I bats, and several snakes as hideous as endowed with life, as they were many, many a^es ago before Bodie Bluff wa*    making    him    accept    I created,0 and when the present site of |    clarence—Y ou astonish Mono’s metropolis present was closely dotted IaIju —. Recalls© ha ;