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Hutchinson News (Newspaper) - March 11, 1890, Hutchinson, Kansas 2 Ht'TCHINSON DAILY NBTW8: TUESDAY M0RNIN&, MARCH 11, U90. LIFE'S OETTER INFLUENCES. BHtcr thp mof nwt thn tm.1V, my dmr, Better tlie mng Anil the smite. Brief In th'i time we may linger htfre, Little nvnUs either sIrIi or tear; Uettrr the poiir Mid the *mUn, my eoplo and u few pairs of lovers who were cosily happy in box . corners. Habormunn's companions vanished to tho under world again. They all passed him, and each had tome nousenw to drop. He was the scapegoat on whom was turned all their good and bad humor. They were, in thu main, good hearted men, having not the least th'jught of doing him harm, but they nover knew it to be, or thought It could be, dhToruitt. liaborin&nn himseli had never protobted. Only by a hhuduwy drawing of thu face that look the place of a smile did he show thut their hectoring was noticed. Tho lust one to go by was the contra-bass-ist. Chipping hib hand on tho old mun'a shouldur, he said: "Coino, Papa llabormanu, your cup of ohkoory will bo cold." It hud been iiuburiuuiui'tj custom to take a cup of coll'oe in the long pauao-the only refreshment he allowod himself iu tho theatre. "Thanks," said he, "nut to-night, 1 took ut home." lio corLuiuly spoku falsely then, for he had oaieu nothing the wholu duy but half u roll; the uUilt half wus btill in his jsocket, lio wished lor nothing thou but to be alone. Ho thought, "Is she asleep-tho refreshing sloop that brings tho sick to health? U if it could besot But (lie phyiviciuu that duy baid ho hud no hopo of her rocovory, Hho might iiv# weeks or months, uud she might go today or to-morrow. There was nothingceituiu about these lung iUwjumw, His daughter-his Klfrioda--uud dying [ Bhe who won the essence of hi1 thoughts and foelingB, she who was his life-going from him foruvorl No it could not be! It most not bel Clod would not allow it!" For twenty-four years Nlcodenius Huber-UUUiu had been second vlolluUt In the Y. theatre orchestra. He belonged, iu a mea*-VTi* U> th� eetablishmeuC as did th� chand�-lftr tua( hung from the coning, jiu wife Also cmue from tho wmo theatre. Hhe had twu ft table girl in the restaurant where he took (Us coffee in the bttoruiUsion. How hs bad found courage to ask the Important quea> tfflp of tho quiet, pbjMout, by- uo means >�twg penoo, win (homo that rooked Uw of Uli ooUeaguw for long turn But bo h*d dono it, tuti ucooodod. It w*�oer-tainly no flaroo j��toi> which they evpfn-fffeMdi bMt U�r undorttood oth#r, �p4 '"'flip T^^PrfPBf .'tp^' mcodohitTH necame rtin more quiet and dejected. He lived only for his child. What ft wonderful girl *ho wasl Her form was dainty and white as a porcelain figure; her hair wns fine, noft, an
ii singer, niid then her dear paps would not have to go to the theatre every night, but stay at home eating cakes and bon-Iwns. Haberruanu listened with shiuing eyes. Yes, a singer she should be. Again years went by. Elfriedt hnd blos-Bomed out into a young woman, left school, and, under the instructions of a celebrated professor, was cultivating her voice. The economy of the father had to be still more severe, for this professor was none of the cheapest. But how richly wns Nicoderaus paid when ho saw the progress of his daughter, and heard tho professor's enthusiasm over her talent, and his prophecies of a brilliant future I A charity concert had boon planned, int� which was to be drawn tho highest musical talent of the city, and which promised to be tho event of the season. Tbe professor thought this a grand opportunity to bring out his brilliaut pupil The evening came. A distinguished audience filled the large, richly decorated hall. Far back against the wall, pressed into a corner, stood Habermann, with the play bill in bis band. A glimmering wus before his eyes, a roaring in his ears. Ho could not have been more etirred had ho suddenly been called upon to play upon his violin over there upon tho stage. His only fear was that El-frioda would lose self command; if she kopt that, ho was sure all would go well. A storm of applause stirred him anew. The exotic, order decked piano virtuoso had bowed and left tho stage. Now she must eomel Habermann felt his heart beating as if it were in his throat, and ho wiped the perspiration from his forehead. A low whispering ran through the assembly. Elfriedu appeared," led by tho professor. There she stood, flower decked, before that thousand headed Moloch, the public An indescribable air of innocence aud purity surrounded her. Her golden hair enveloped her fresh young form like a mantle. People nodded approvingly at each other, and an elegant youth near Habermann said, "ElL*gojit exterior." The pause seemed longer than usual. He saw witli horror that she was confused. The professor turned impatiently. She raised her head and looked toward her father. Tbe visible distress on his face made her forget her own, and drawing herself up decidedly, she mastered her embarraifiment. Her first tones wero low and hesitating, but grew louder and firmer, und finally came out in all their strength and purity. Ono could scarcely believe there could bo such power in that childlike form. Her strength increased with thu difficulty of her part, and nothing in her execution betrayed the t>cgiuner. For a tfuiH Habermann could see nothing. Tho tears rolled down his cheeks. Only with his ears could ho revel in those heavenly strains. O to think it was his child-his own flesh und blood-who held that large audience in such breathless rapture, Tho applause cainu like a hurricane. Sho stood for a moment with her bauds pressed over her beating heart, while the flowers spread out ubout her like a fragrant garden. Her eyes sought her futlier, but ho hud slipped out into an uute-room, and sinking into a chair, with his head in his hands, tho sounds came into him like the dull roarings of tho sea. That hour made good his whole life of sorrow and disappointment. Up hod not lived In vuin. There was a still more stormy burst of enthusiasm. Thut culled for an encore-but Elfriedu appeared uo more. Thu profeawr f-iuno instead to buy the young singer hud been taken suddenly ill-nothing serious-but the could not appear again thut night, Hubermuuu heard himself culled. Ho hurried to thu green room. How strangely the urtitiU looked ut him! One pressed his hand sympathetically, uud told him his daughter hud been taken Ut tho private room of the manager. Why wus there so much emotion over o little indisposition! In spite of hiin-bolj, u feuling of apprehension seized him. As ho entered tho manager's room he saw Elfriedu, with luce pule as death aud closed oylying on a couch. Tho front of her white drew* was stained red. He looked with dazed eyes at those who stood about Iter. What did it mean f An earnest faced old man came to him and took his band. Control yourself, my friend," said be, "The tender oouuUtutiou of your daughter was not equal to the strain of tho ovouing. A blood vessel has been raptured. Sho can, perhaps, be well again, but she can slug no more," With u cry that was hftrdly human, Habermann sank by her side. The next day1* panero contained long, exaggerated account* of tbe affairi A youog, singer, till then uukuown, had appeared, and by her loveUness of parson, as wall as her uu-g paralleled winging, had won all hearts; but' while the applause till rang through the hall, she had fallen behind the soeues, purchasing success with bar heart's blood. For some days after tho concert the unfortunate singer was much talked of; then other matters came up, and she was forgotten. Troublous days followed for Nkxxiauoui. There were times when Klfrioda seemed to ho recovering-whan sho could laugh and iotoMwt thote moments of light mado tho night that follow*! oil tho oa/frr, Tho lr~-4^)ft|0 p)Mto rapid -'--- city, that sue mignt navo ttw ormrmoi pom air, for a journey to the sonth was beyond his means, however much ho might econo-mlte. For tho last few days she had been worse, ami that wm the cause of her father's lateness at tho theatre. How tiresome the musio seemed to him, with its endless repetitions I If It would only end, so he could go homo! At last tho curtain fell for the last time, and Habcrmnuu rushed out as he had rushed In, as if fearful some one would restrain him. Through tlw wide open portal poured a thick black stream of humanity, laughing and talking about tho magnificence of tho presentation. Coachmen wero crying; pedestrians hurrying, and the snowflakes twirled down without intermission through tho misty air, covering tho street with smutty, gray pulp. I*ushing through the crowd, every moment In danger of falling under carriage wheels, hurried Habermann with his violin under his nrm. Turning into a quieter street, where the snow kept more of its whiteness, be pressed nil hat more firmly upon his head, drew tho skirts of his coat under bis arm, and walked as fast as the moist snow would allow. The passers by looked after the curious figure, and many snowballs (lew about his ears, but It did not trouble him; ho only rushed forward, forward! On, by tho great factory whose tall chimney reared ghostlike into the night; by tho churchyard whose white cronaes mid monument* seemed signaling to him of the uncertainty of all earthly things; by fair mansions with their carefully trimmed yards; out by tho railroad pier. At last, quite exhausted, be stopped before an old bouse. With trembling hands ho opened the heavy gate, then went through the long, dark yard, to the little garden bourn whore he dwelt. A middle aged woman, with pleasant though coarse features and sleepy oyes, met him in the entry. "O, 1 am glad you have come. Elfricda has asked after you so many times 1" "How Is she!" ho asked, eagerly. "She has been Bleeping for a little while. Try aud not wake her. Good night. I will lie down now." She had the door latch ui btr hand, but turned again. "If-if-anything happens," she said, hesitatingly, "call me." As she disappeared Habermann Sooked after her, shaking his hood. "She is a queer woman. What does she think can happen f" He pulled off bis wet coat and boots, put on an old dressing gown whose many colored patches gave it tho appearance of a map, and pushed his feet into a pair of felt slippers; then opening tbe door carefully, ho stepped to tho bedside of the sick girl. Sho was still lovely. Her blonde hah- sur-rouuded her bend like a halo, but her face was white, whito as the linen of her bod. With an expression of unutterable tenderness ho looked down upon her. Her breath came quick and short. Opening her eyes, she stretched her arms up to him. "I'm so glad you have come," sho said, as he kissed her upou the forehead. "But I shall havo to scold you that you do not sleep. Truly, you ^ivo your pupa a great deal of trouble;" but tho tones of his voice gave the lio to his words. She stroked tenderly bis knotty ha ml, and looking up said: "Can 1 not talk a little with my dear papa? Come, sit itere and tail me about the now presentation." "Oh, my dear child, what is thero to tell! You know X care nothing for that nonsense; my thoughts were with you." She mode no answer, but soon after, looking up suddenly, said: "Papa, I wish you would play for me apon your violin." "Oh, child, you must not think of itl It would excite you, and tbe doctor said you must be perfectly quiet." "But I feel so well today-so light-better than I have for a long, Jong time." **Truly!" His whole face lighted up. "Theu sleep now; perhaps to-morrow I will do as you wish." She put her arms uround hfs neck and snuggled her cheek to Isis. "When I say it will bo a great, great joy for me, and beg you to gratify me, will you not do it now/" "Yes, yes, I will," ho whispered. Sho kissed hini tenderly. "My precious papa! Now I shall sleep so much better, Givo me a good night kiss." He pressed her to bis heart as he gave it, then laid her back among tho pillows. Ho took his stand by the window, as far as possible from the bed, and sec the bow with a trembling hand. Tho tones of the old cradle song, "Sleep, my child, sleep on," sounded low through tho room. Then tho playing became more lively, and he bandied the bow more firmly. The simple, soulful melody awoke soaring phantasies. The longer be played the more the artist within him was aroused. All that hod loin in his heart through the long years, under the cares of life as under an ash heap, came up to the light. The tones exulted; they wept and lamented. A divine fire beamed from his oyes; the glow of inspiration wus upon tho cheeks of the man who bad at lost found himself. Ever more heaven inspired and spiritual, thoy became a tone prayer to the Lord of life and death. He stood u few moments motionless, with bowed head, when he ended, as if listening to tho flying tones; then, brcuthhig fust, laid a&ido tho violin. Softly b�* stopped again to tho bedside. What was that? Ho hastily seized her hand, theu laid his gray head on her young breast, but there was no sound of a heart boat. A blessed, happy peace rested upon her features. He know then why sho hud felt uo light uud happy. There was a cry aud a full, thou all was still in the little room save the rattling of tho window sash and the ticking of tho clock. Habermann lay thero on the lloor a long time, then arose, tottering like u drunken man. His features wore fliod and bloodless as if carved from ice. He took hfs violin uud dubhed it In pieces against tno wull; he broke th� bow over his knee; then sat down and leaned his head upon tho bul of his dead child. Ho bad played the fimiJo of bis life.- Translated from the Gorman of Herman Du-pont. ANTI-CLIMAX. 1*1 um Pudding Is Not Plum Pudding. It would bo well if Mr. Mattiou Williams1 lecture on plum pudding at Birmingham eould bo made familiar toeverybody. H contains mutter which would surprise, perhaps, most jjeople. For example, the so called plum pudding L not plum pudding at all; there arc uo plunid iu it The'plums of which we Bpeak are really grupes-dried grapes, of course, but grapes all tho same. Again, wo spcuk loosely of the curruuts in plum pudding. There are none in it whatever. What we call currants uro grajwa, Ur>-dwarf grapes dried. And Mr. Williumi? mentions that ho could not procure from uuy English grower a single plant or cutting of tho dwarf grape; they all come from abroad and mainly from Greece. But what in Mr. Williams' lecture will be most surprising to most people is the assertion that plum pudding, euteu by itself, not after an otherwise heavy dinner, is by uo moons indigestible. If we ate it befo/e, Instead of after, tho beef and turkey it would do us no barm. Nay, It would do us good. And why! Because the grape, of which it is mainly composed, is the greatest supplier of potash, aud because potash is the best corrective of lithlo acid, to which we owe gout and rheumatism. It comes to this then- that If Mr. Williams' science Is good science, we ought to cultivate plum pudding uU the year round, aud to out it, moreover, in prof' orenoo to beef and turkey, not to say goose, Not only this, but tho children ought to havo two helpings of plum pudding, whether fcboy ask lor U eg noC-Londpu Globe. Flexible gold moths* famish tho setting for o> croat doftl of Jewohry, especially whau It t�k�o tho form of oeoUaoet and bracoMft, or fcftads for tho Mr. Tbooo ftjo mvu vttfc �wua ta# fiSfifhea1 art snDfttsad to Midi I walked a ctty Rtr�*ot, and suddenly I saw a tiny lad. The winter wind Tlowled fitfully, and all the air alto^o The clear cut otitlinn of the bulldlriKi tall Swined full c�f knives that cut acatnst the faoor An awful nbrht atnonp; 'he unhoused i tour I The boy was tattered: hot h his ban ds were thrust Knr show of warmth within hia pocket holea. Where pockets hud not bewi for many a day. One tronscr teg was long tnough to hide The naked flesh, but ono, la mockery A world too short, tho' ho was monstrous small. Left lmre And red hfs knee-a cruel t!ifn�: Then swelled my selflsh heart with tenderness Anil pity for the v.nif: to think of ono So young, so seeming helpless, homeless, too, Hreastitig the ntjrlit, a-shlver with tho coldl Gaining a little, soon 1 passed him by. My fingers reaching for a silver coin To make htm happier. If only for An hour, when-I marveled as 1 beard - Ills mouth was puckered up In cheery wise* Ami In the very te under a thick mantle of dust, as kindly in its appearance as tho winter's mantle, hut less so in reality. Unless tho rain came-well- uGod knows what wo shall do,M said one village older to another. "And he never tflls us until he hi ready," said Kdmond, reverently. So tho great drought lasted. Theu Arinond Hamel died. It was not the drought that killed him. No ono knew exactly what bail killed him. "I cannot tell; it is God's doing," the doctor had said. But he was dead; aud after death comes the funeral. For tho first time in months the sky was overcast; the red sun ceased to glaroupon the earth, and under tho goutlo clouds tho grass and tho crojw seemed actually to revive a little, and even to ruiso their hoods again. But uo rain fell. "Does this mean rainf" oue villager would ask of another as they met in the jwriwh bouse, while their wives went at onco into tho church to pray. lVrhaps the man addressed would answer, with n shrug, "The clouds haug low over the cajie;*' or perhaps ho would ,^o out upon tbe gallery, whence he had just come, and look-, ing around at earth aud sky and sea would say, cautiously: "Who knowsf Perhaps," In either case the answer was satisfactory. Every one hoped for rain; almost no ono exi>octed it; nnd tho question was asked rather to pass the time until the funeral service should begin than because Eugene Da-tiylva thought that Joseph Ililet could rood tho weather signs better than ho himself. No one asked Kdmond, but ho of all those present said nothing doubtful. To Eugene he said at once, "It will rain; the grass is getting ready for a shower." But no ono beard him; at all events, no one paid any attention; ho was only half wittcd. Froua tho gallery in front of tho parish house ono could soo many things. Directly in front was tho road whito with dust, filled with tho cnlecliex nnd planches and quat'-roues which had brought tho farmers and villagers to the church. Across tbo road were fields, and t-eyond the fields hills, cut into terraces by great glaciers melted ten thousand years ago. On the right was tho church, with Its tin roof and its spires; and tho priest's bouse, with two willow trees in front of it, and tho convent and the gravc-yurd. On tho left, tiehind tbe poor brown trees, was tho seigneury; and behind the house, across tbe river-a mile wide when the tide was in, harely two yards when the tide was out-rose the cape which gave tho town its name, and seemed to protect the town it named. Over tho cape hung black, threatening clouds, but bo little did tbey indicate rain that the farmers' eyes more readily sought tho church and the priest's bouse than tbey did the rock and its low banging crown. In course of time a constant succession of remarks and replies on tho subject of tbo weather had emptied the parish house of all its male inmates; tho women and children had already gone into the churcn. Tho men stood on tho gallery lu front of the house, almost in silence; no ono cared to talk about tho errand which had brought them together; eo they stood waiting for something in anxious impatience. Suddenly from the steeple of the church rang out sharply tho littlo bell, and at tho bound tbo men started, and crossed tbem-Relves, Thou, as if the expected had happened, they moved toward .the church, the oldest man leading the way, tbo younger men htruggling to avoid bringing up tbe rear. Again tho bell rang out. It was tolling. (Jut of tbe cloud of dust, along tho narrow, vvurn road, came thu yellow hearse, open to the aky, bearing thu ivd cofiin, dust whito now, wherein slept Arrnmid Hamel, Uebicd the henrse, in tho town's only two horse vehicle, brought out on great occasions like weddings aud funerals, rodo tho mourners- Xuvier Uamel, Phiiomeno his wife, and little I'Vlkio Pelletier, tho nmideu who was to have been Armuud1* wife. Had Aruiand lived but tt month louger, Felicie hod been their daughter; now blio was ueither their daughter nor their son's widow. The men halted awkwardly at the church d rd, whoso pity is al-wayii ready to pardon; guard my soul, and deliver it." Meantime tho mourners bud entered cho church, and wero making th/jir way to their seats. Tbey walked i-Iowly, delayed rather by tho emotions of tho girl thun by any weak- ; nve-a of tho older mourners. At hut they iv;i.'h d their places, and Che burial service h'-�u. All this tiino the clouds that had euconi-[cu-iisl thecupo came nearer, aud more uud mure u.soumwl tbe character of ruin clouds. Tho eupo loomed up, and tho miles of water .teiwocu it aud the church aeumod but yurdri, .^o iitHir it socuied to bo. IDdmoud put out hid luiid,u,-iif to touch the great rock; then be ticked at the sky aud wvut into tbe chuujh. Everything was otruugely still. Tho voice of tbo priest sounded as if it came from a g;-e,at distance. Tho children, usually roat-h'is, sat quietly. The darkness of au approaching storm pervaded the church; tho light before tho altar burned duuly and un- , certainly. Only where FeHoie sat, It seauaed to tbo lad, was thero any light; arouud her there was a straugt brlgbtnoost but he did not fuel ufrald. At last tho priest oloood hi* book, aud the congregation slghod with relief as ho de-scouded from tho sanctuary and itood at tbe head of the obfflg. Then priest, oofllu aud silent congregation loft tho church, *ud wout through tho narrow gate into tbo graveyard. Thero a grave bad bout dug, next to that lu which tbe shipwrecked Portuguese had boon buried, um) around U� gravo gathered they all. "Poor Fellclor thought Kdmond. "She t� Very young, and so little." Slowly the old priest road tho words of committal, and thou the poor red coffin was lowered into its place. As the coffin disappeared from sight thun dor began to roll, Tho distant hills, tho great cni>e wore 1ft up by flashes of lightning, and far away the rain could be seen falling heavily. As yot, however, no breath of it*freshness reached the kneeling habitans. A movement ran through tho crowd or wind swoops through standing grain. Women and men looked up timidly; children looked around boldly. Even the priest hastened his utterance, to finish before the storm should break. Still the thunder rolled. It had not begun suddenly, but slowly, majestically; at first afar off, but ever coming nearer; not a sullen roar, not tho ill humored crashing that some thunder is, but awful and grand. The crowd rose; the priest's voicowasno longer heard in tho noise of the thunder. Perhaps be hod stopped his prayers. Then suddouly from the black cloud that hung directly above tho congregation burst a flash of lightning-not the forked lightning that strikes down dwellings and crops and men, but a great broad flash, so bright and glorious that all fall again upon their knoos and hid their faces in their bands; so wondrous and awful that thoy dared utter no sound, but remained silent and motionless. Only two stood upright-Felicie and Ed-mond. Felicia had kneeled, weeping on the shoulder of Mmo. Hamel, whtlo tbo priest gave back to earth all that had mado her 11 fo happy. Armand and she had been betrothed bo long, their wedding day had boon so near, and now Armand was taken from her so strangely and eo suddenly. Bo while tbe priest road tho sacred sentences, and tho people who bad loved Armand stood abeut his grave, sho whom Armand bad loved kneeled aud sobbed, hearing not at all tho murmured words of SInio. Uamel, hearing as if they wero spoken afar off the words of tbe priest. But now that even tho priest was terror stricken and cowering, Felicie stood up, no longer clinging to Armand's mother, and looking up into heaven sho spoke to the thunder. "My father," she said, or so it seemed to tho lad who stood almost by her side. And, as if in answor, tbo thunder, which had not ceased to roll, crashed yet again, and tho echoes rolled back from tbo cape and died slowly away in tho dlstanco, and nil was Bilent And Felicie spoke again, but tho lad could uot hear what sho said.and she bowed her head. Again tbo thunder answered, a majestio peal, yot not to make thoso who hoard it afraid. But Felicio said nothing more; she stood with her face turned to tbo dark sky, as if in expectation. Then come a blinding flash of lightning. For au instant only dared tho boy look; then bo clapped his hands over his eyes and fell upon his knees. But in that instant ho saw Felicio standing in tho midst of tbo glory of the great brightness, smiling, and above her was a great rift In tbo clouds. Further than ever beforo could tho lad see on high; then bo prosed his hands to his eyes, and sank upon his knees, and cried aloud in terror. When the lightning had become dim, and tho thunder had died away, came tho rain. In torrents it fell, aud all sprang up, forgetting Armand almost and Felicie, thinking only that tho drought was broken, and rejoicing. But when they saw Felicie they remembered everything, and stood Btill, as if abashed. Felicie stood at the head of tbe grave. Her hauds were clasped beforo her; her face was lifted up, and sha was smiling. What she looked at, what sho saw, no one could telL The priest approached her almost timidly. "Felicie," ho said, but sho made no answer. "Felicie," bo said, more loudly. And again, more loudly still, "Felicie." As If he feared that she had been struck dead, tho priest laid his hand on her arm. Sho moved, and he gave a sigh of relief. "Felicie, come with me," he said; but the girl moved not, nor mado as if she heard bim. The people moved nearer and looked at her, almost with terror. At last tho maiden lowered her eyes and looked toward tbo priest; ho looked her full In tho face, and his cheeks paled. "Felicio," he said imploringly, "do you see me? Do you hear mo/" But still she made do answer. "What is this!" murmured the priest, hoarsely; aud Edniond, the half witted boy, answered him: "Father," be said, touching the priest's arm, "Felicio has seen God, and heard him speak, and spoken to him. I do not think, father, that sho can see you or hear you; your face is not bright enough for her eyes to see; your voice is not loud enough for her to hear." The priest turned to the lad suddenly, and the boy stepped back abashed; but tho priest held out his hand, and tbe boy took it and held it. "My children," said tbe priest, and at his words tho crowd knelt in wonder on tbe earth, no longer dry; and tbe priest spoke; "The Lord hath spoken iu tho thunder to Fehcie; he bath appeared to her in the lightning. What ears have heard tbe Lord, them hath be sealed; what eyes have seen tho Lord, them bath be closed; what tongue has Bpoken with the Lord, that hath he sUonced. Not on earth can those ears hear, those eyes see, that tongue speak. "Listen, my children; Felicie hath heard God, and she is deaf; she bath seeu bun iu his glory, and sho is blind; she bath spoken witli bim, and sho Is dumb. But it is no grief to Felicie that this is so; for tho words of tbe Lord have comforted her Inner sorrow and mode oil earthly words unfit for her to hear; bis glory mokes dark all mortal things to bor; tbe tongue that has spoken with God must speak with no mortal man. Blind, then, is Felicio, deaf and dumb; yet pity her not, my children, for tho hand of the Lord is upou bor gently; he hath honored her above all women, save only ono, and today, more than ever before, is she happy; today is sho lu very truth Felicio," In silence the people heard the priest, and whon he hud Bpoken tho benediction m silence they went to their homes, thinking much. Then old Xavier Hamel and his wife PhuV mono took Felicie to their home, and she was as their daughter; aud tho people thought of her as ouo unhappy, but asouo honored greatly by God und chosen out to have her sorrows turned to joy. But Felicio ueither saw uor heard nor spoke agaiu ou earth, and iu God's time sho fell asleep, to meet, awaking, Armand.- II N. Trevor lu Harper1* Weekly. Never reservo your good manners for company, but be equally polite at home and abroad. The empross of Germany has a special body guard of twenty-four of the tallest mou iu tho army, with five sergeants aud ofllcers to mutch. The littlo archduchess Elisabeth will bo tho greatest heiress iu the world when sho is of age. Sho is tbo daughter of tbe late unfortunate crown priuco of Austria. The emperor William has Issued a very sensible order that iu future do paintings or statues or busts of himself or of any members of the royal family (either alive or dead) are to bo purchased with any public funds for gaUerieu or publlo building a Tho shah of Persia 1* having a geographical globe mado upon which the different couutrios of tbo world will be represented by precioiu stones. Franco will be indicated by sapphires, England by rubles, Russia by dUamomM and �o ou. All tbe seas will be reprobated by eweraldt, . Tho laot sultan of Turkey vas oooustomod to thut himself up with ft uogro slave aud bis favorite wife in aeeorefe room of bis palace eiul tharoglo#^orarhUtnAsuxe�, Piuflging hiiariuamahaaDof foJ4du*t eMleftfcigft rtft^ ^fc^ofljjh Ojttswv o^e^^a^ (0 biff s ITRACTC Umd by Dm ffnttrt 8Mn OoretmiieBl Brdomd by the hft/ltof tt* Omt P"!"T"** Si
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