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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - February 28, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLI. IVo. 0.CIIVCIIVTVA.TI, THUIl,SI>.A.Y, FEBRU^HY 38, 1884. P*er Year. She Wtt« ‘•Somebody’s Mother.” Thr uoman mm old an<l rng¡!:cil nnd fray, And uent with the chill of a winter’! day; The rtrcct w ns wet with the winfsr’a *now. And the wouiau’» feet were aged and alow. Bhc i>tood at the rrowinjr nnd waited long, Alone, uneavud for amid tlie throuf Of hnninn belnga w ho papaed her hr, Kor heeded the glance of her anxlo'ua eye. Down the atrcet, with langhter nnd shout, tilad In the freedom of scIhwI let out. Came the Imra, like a flock of abeep, Uailing the euow, piled white and deep. Past the woman, so old and gray, Hastoued tlie children on their way, Kor ofTcrlug a helping hand to her. Bo weak, so timid, afraid to stir, Deat the carringe wheels or horses’ feet Itbould crowd her down in the blippery itrcet. it last enmc one of the merry troop, he gayest laddie of all the group, He pause I beside her, and whispered low: “I’ll help you across if you wuli to go.” Her nge<! hand on his strong yonng am She plnccd, and without hurt or ham e guideil the trembling foet along, n<! that his own were lirm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went. Bis young heart happy and well oontent. ••She’s somcliody’s mother, hoys, you know, fy>r she’s old and poor and slow: “And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help uiy mollicr, you understand, “If ever she’s old an«l iKÍor and gray; When her dear boy Is far away.” A ad “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she •aid Waa, “God bo kind to the noble boy Who is sonielxxiy's son and pride and Joy.” NEWS AND NOTES. a Some (lc»tba and many serious injuries baye resulted from football in England tbls season. Victor Napoleon, rion-Plon’s boy, now trayeling in Italy, will go to England to visit Eugenie on bis way to the United Etatcs. It seems from the English census returns tliat tailoring and sbueniaking are the fia-Torite trades with the deaf imites, but four are put dow n as commeruiul travelers, and one is a cnbiiiun. CongresBni.un Uorr, of 31ichlgan. who is regarded as one of the wittiest speakers in Congress, is short, fat nnd jolly. He prepares bis si>eechos carefully in writing and then tears up the manuscript. Carpenters renewing the flooring in the Union Station iu Worcester, Mass., found $37 R1 in Riiiall change which had sifted through a crack in tiie money drawer of the cigar sUinu iu the restaurant. An Australian artist, Adolph Koenigs, hergor, has just executed a striking like* ness of the Emperor Francis Joseph in characters, forming no fewer than (^000 wonis. the whole resembling a cop{>er engraving. There is a prospect of a duel between the editor of a Paris pujier and a son df Meis-sonier, the painter, because tlie pa|>er criticized the great uitist's iiortrait .of Brs. >l..eV<>v. which she burned because she did not like it. Henry Irving’s two sons have )0en distinguishing iheuiselves at Ixdgh VIcaiage, Tunbridge, in tableaux and recitations, Tinrtlcularly in the “School for Scandal,” Jlenry playing “Joseph Surface” and his brother “Lawience ('harles SurtapC,’* both sliowihg talent which evidently “runs in the fiiinlly.” Some letters of Horace 'Walpole¿ Just published for the first time, give stringe pictures of the London of his day. ^ favorite morning diversion was to pass under the heads of newly Imng criminals at Temple Bar, whore |>cople made n trade ef IcUiiig spyglasses at a half)>enny a look. Another fashionable ninusement was seeiag prisoners floggetl at Bridewell Hospital, where men nnd women, stripped to the waist, brought one by one to the whipping post. 'i'he Canadians have begun to pick flaws In Lord Lansdowue, their new Governor General. The first thing that they have found out is that he is not dignified enough. On a recent occasion be was sUlittg in bis carriage in front of the Windsor, at Montreal, w aiting for the Alnrcliionesa. When she made lier apiieurance be thrust his bend out of the window’ and said: “Come along, my dear. Hurry up, liuriy up. We haven’t any time to lose.” The crowd of peojiie watching the departure were shocki'd and said to each other as they turned awav: “Imagine the Manpiis of Lome siienking that wav in public to U. B. II. tlie Priiieess Louise!’’ Tlie l*i-uposotl Canal in Palestine. [Lou'lou Truth.] Col. Colville is ckpected to return on January 81 from his cxpc-dilion to the Holy Land. He has mode a completo survey of the country between the Gulf of Akaba and tlic Jordan valley in the interests of the Pnlcstine Canal Syndicate, of which ttac.Dukc of Suthertaiid is Chairman. Ho reports that n range of low hills, having an average elevation of iOO feet nnd an e.v-tenl of ten miles, must be cut through to make the canal; but as the soil is capable of easy excavation, he lielleves the undertaking to Ih) iiOBsible. Ho says if this is acconinlishetl no oilier dlfliculty exists. On bis arrival a iiieetiiig of tiie syndicate will he held to consider tue course of action to he ailopted. Poor Brown’s Legs. [Queen Viclorlft’a New Volume.]* I was niucb distressed at breakfast to find that poor Brown’s legs had been awfully cut at the back of the knees and be bad said nothing about it. But to-duy one became to Inflamed and swelled so much he could hardly move. The doctors said he-must keep it lip as much as possible and walk very little, but he did uut forbid bis going out w ith the carriage. 1 did not go out iu the moruipg.THE ONLY PUPIL. Miss Elizabeth Hiil was still a pretty little woman, with nice Lair and a tidy little figure, when her father died. One after the other her elder sisters had married and left home; and Lizzie kept honse for her widowed father and forgot the lapse of time. The two old servants considered her a mere child, and she was always the youngest at the rare family re-nnion.s. Her father had advised, praised and scolded her as though she had been in her teens to the last. He was so old when he went quietly to sleep for the last time that people bad thought Elizabeth would be “jircparcd for her lossbut she was not, and after the first great grief and the shock of leaving the old home, when the pi-opcrty was divided and the house sold, she found that another change had licfallcii licr. She was no longer Miss Lizzie, the youngest daughter still at home, but middlc-agctl spinster living iu a boarding house. Often when she had hurried up stairs and shut the door of her room she had thought to herself that she could not endure this condition of things much longer, but, after all, she dreaded to make a change. She was exactly in the condition to jump at anything which olleml occupation and intei’est, when the jMist-man one day brought her a circular, gilt-cdgcd and rose-tiuteit, bearing these words: , “Mr. Buckle rcspcetfnlly desires to make known to the pubiic the fact that he is about to reopen his class in water-color iiainting, English school, next Monday. Terms most rcnsonable. Early application desii*ablc, as the number of jiupils will be limited. Studio No. —,-sli-cct.” It was an attractive looking card, and as Miss Elizabeth read it an idea came into her mind. Why should she not take Icssous iu water-color paint-Ing? She would enjoy the work. She could allbrd it. it would pass the time. She could, perhaps, sketch from nature ne.\t cuunm.i* A little thrill ran through her at this thought. She got her bonnet and mantilla, her jiarasol and her gloves, and, taking the caul with her, hurried to make application for a place in the class Dcfoce it was too late, lor it was now Saturday afternoon. She found the number easily. A large building with many rooms, and at the very top of the house four engravers, a lady “de.«!Ígner on wowl,” and Mr. Buckle’s name on a neat door plate. Miss Elizabeth, quite broatlilcss by this time, applied her knuckles to the panels, and aTtcr a little delay and some creaking of boots on a bare floor the door o])cncd aud a middle-aged gentleman with a few gray hairs in his whlskci's anda bald spot on his head, appeared, with a palette on his thumb and a brush in his hand, and lx)wing politely, requcsted the lady to enter. “Mr. Buckle ?” Elizabeth asked with an interrogative inflection. The gentleman bowed again. “I iTccivcd your card,” said Miss Elizabeth. “I think I should like to join your class, if it is not full.” “It is not full as yet, madam,” replied Mr. Buckle, “and I should be delighted to receive you as a pupil.” He opened a jiortfolio as he spoke. “My work,” he said; “perhaps you’d like to look at it.” The i>ortfolio was full of sketches in water-color of English scenes, cottages, lanes, old women gathering taggots, ladies walking in old parks. They were not great, but they were very good. Miss Elizabeth was delighted. ‘How kind of you to take a class,” she said, beaming. “Such aii artist as you are.” Mr. Buckle bowed again. IIo evidently preferred bowing to spcakiu|(. “I’m sure I’ve seen your pictures in the Academy,” shcjsaid, “and admired thcm.’^ Mr. Buckle blushed violculty and bowed again. “How modest!” thought Miss Elizabeth. She inquired his terms. They wore very reasonable. She paid it on the sjiot, received a little list of necessary paper, colors, &e., and went awtiy. Siiuduy past slowly, despite its three episoiles of chiiirh-going, she awaited her fli'st lesson with such impatience. At last the hour came. She cllnilicd the stairs again, and entered the door of the room on which the name of Buckle a]>|)carcd. A long pine table and six canc-bottom chairs, an easel, and some canvases and jiorifulios, furnished the room. A South American hammock waa twisted into a coll and hung over some pegs. A blanket |K)rticre hung on a rod within the door. But there was no one there but Mr. Buckle. “Am I too early I” Elizabeth asked, glancing at her watch. “Iscol am the “Óh no, indeed,” replied Mr. Buckle. “It is the other pupils who aro too late. We won’t wait for them.” He began his lesson at once, and Miss Elizabeth was absorbed iu her work. All hour passed—two. The lesson was over. No iiujdls had arrived.“Ladies arc seldom as prompt as you are,” said Mr. Buckle. “Any time will do to begin; any time. They delay. They precrastinatc. It’s a pity.’' “It is surprising to me that they are not more anxious to avail themselves of such advantages,” said Miss Elizabeth, hai-dly able to tear herself away from the contemplation of the blue sky, with white clouds that had grown under her brush. “I have had a delightful lesson.” A«:aln she waited with impatience. Again she elimlicd up the long stairs. Again there were no other jiupils present. Again none arrived. But this time a brewn roof grew under her brush and gray branches lay against the sky. The trunk of a tree was indicated, and the flirurc of a child was carefully sketched amongst the blossoms, as yet outlined in the foreground. Miss Elizalieth trembled with pride and haitpiucs.s. “You must find me vei-y stiiphl,” 3he said. “But don’t you think 1 can learn if I apply myself?” “lam sure you will do well,” said Mr. Buckley, “more than well. You have talent, madam—decided talent for art.” On her way home Miss Elizabeth thought with'rapture that perhaps a (lay might conic when she should ojien a catalogue and sec “Sunset,” or “Ueveric,” or “Moonlight Hours,” or some such romantic title, among the list of pictures, followed by the de-liirhiful words, “by Miss Elizabeth Hill.” The thought chased away the ¡jcru* ])l(;s that trembled her as to the propriety of being the only scholar of a single gentleman; and, then, he was so gentlemanly. He never quite closed the door. He sat at the opposite side of the table. He was deeo-1 rum itself. And sm h a genius! How ’ foolish of the other members of tiiat limited class not to avail themselves of such ojiportunities I The qiuirter was over, and she was l>eginiung to wonder wheiher Mr. Buckle would trouble himself to teach a class ot one for so small a sum. When hnrrying up stairs to her lesson she hearel voices within the door and paused. Two men were talking. One was Mr. Buckle. “If yon can but wait a little,” she heard him say. ’“WcH, I have waned, liaven’t I?” replied the other voice. “I know yon mean well; but studios arc in request. I can’t let mine for notiiing. Yon haven’t given ino one cent for two months, Mr. BnekJe.”    i “Voii see I’m just establishing mv-' seltV’Mr. Biiekle; “jiupils come slow-1 ly. I si>cntail I had in advertising and j paying the first inonth's rent ami buy-! iiig sneli furniture as I’ve got. I sleep | ill that hammock, and take down the portiere for a blanket; and »o far I've got only one pnpU. It won't do to starve. I live on a dollar á w’cck. Now', where is the moncv for rent?” “Don’t seem to be any,’’ rcjilicd the landloi’d; “tliat’s why 1 think maybe you’d belter move.” “Ah well, I siiiqiose I must,” said Mr. Buckle. “I'll just give this lesson and hang myself, or something—not here, It w'ould give the place a bad name, you know, and you’ve been most kind. Good morning. Ah, no, don’t apologize; it’s all in the way of business; nnd then a large man in a light overeoat liomiccd out and nearly overset Miss Elizabeth as he ran down stairs. bhc, for her part, went into the room all tremulous with surprise and irrief, and could hanlly utter her usual greeting. She looked at Mr. Buckle as he laid out the pattern, and tested the shade of the color in her palette uups, thinking what a fine, kind, pleasant face his w'as. She noticed, too, that the braid that bound his coat was worn out and that his knees wore shiny. Then he came around the table and for the first time sat down beside her. “I’m going to give up this studio. Miss Hill,” he said. “This will be outlast lesson. I’ll give you the address of an excellent ti^nclier who has vacancies. lie’s a little dearer than I am, but ever so much better ” “Oh, that can’t be I” cried Miss Elizabeth. “Oh, yes, indeed,” said Mr. Buckle. “I’m, alter all, onlv an amateur—a sort of imjiostcr. I'm rather good at watcr-colors, I know, but I’m not professional, unless teaching you makes me so. I feel like telling you the I ruth. “I had a little fortune wdien I came here and they told me that I could treble it. I'm sure I couldn’t say what I did, with that object^ but was told one day that 1 had lost it all. •T’ln not a business man, you know^; and then I thought I’d teach w-ater-colors; and—w(;ll, you’ve bee’u iny onh pupil,yon know, so I’ve got to say gooif-byc; and—there’s something else I’d like to tcll^’ou—but you might be offended.” “Oh no,” said Miss Elizabeth. “You'll forgive me. Thanks," >aid Mr. Buckle. “Well, it is this—if I hadn’t been such a poor beggar I’d have asked you if you could like nio enough to marry me. I never met any one so nice—indeed, I never did; piid our tastes arc alike, and all that. “I’ll try not to think of it more than I can help, but I felt that 1 must tell you before we parted forever.” Miss Elizabeth had put her handkerchief to her eyes, and now' w a-licard to whisper something. “Beg pardon,” said Mr. Buckle. “I—I’ve got plenty,” said Miss Elizabeth. “Plenty ?” repeated Mr. Buckle. “Money!” gasped Miss Elizabeth. “Plenty for both.” ‘Yoii kind little woman,” said Mr. Bnoklo, and took her hand. The brushes lay neglected, the color dried on the palette. They sat thus for a long while, then: “if yon really love me,” said Miss Elizabeth, “it doesn’t matter which has the money.” ' “It’s aw'fiiily sw'eet of you to feel that way,” sai(i Jiir. Buckie. “Only, would it lie right of m^ you know' ? What would your faniilvsay ?” In the incllow’ tW’ilighVthat had begun to steal over tlic'empty little room, Miss Elizabeth’s face looki'd wonderfully soft and young as she iook(*d up at him ; biit I tliink slie scarcely could have dope w hat she did but for that fancy jiicture of himself which he had ma(ic fbr his landlord. If she w ere not brave now* she felt he might indeed béfound iiendcnt freim a branch somewhere. “Heaven knows! I’m of age,” she said, with a little laugh; “and a family that has left I'nc alone at a Imard-ing-honsc may say what it picases; 1 don’t care.” “It is the right spirit,” said Mr. Buckle. “I ihink it very tine, and I shall bo made so unuttei’ably happy by it, iny dear.” They kissed each other in the twilight, and left the little room togetlier arm-in-ann. * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ “It was very sly of Elizabeth. Wc expected more coiilidcucc,” said the oldest sister to her friends sliortly after. “But she has married well—a celebrated artist, exceedingly rich. I [iresume they all are. His name is Buckle.”THE EARL OF AYLESFORD. TUe Wealthy Ea^lUih Nobleman Living Among the Texas Cowboys. How Mrs. Trollofie Wrote a Novel. [W’omunV Journal.] Mrs. Trollope, the mother of Anthony Trollope, the novelist, never attempted to w’l ite a book until aficrshe was lifty. After she had failed in her loiiiaiitiu iinijeet to redinild the fallen fortunes of her household in America, she wrote a book on Americans. The success of that brought her £400 tw ice, w hich lifted her household from (lire distress. .She continue*!'-»» iimig until 185(i, when she w .-is scvciity-six years old, and had at that time produced lit volumes. During this time her iiusbniid died liiigeringiy, and lier three daughters and one tmn died of coiisumptiou. AVTiilc three of her housclmld were dying, the wife and mother, who nursed them, had to keep her pen going to kec]) a shelter over their heads and to pay the increasing exjiensc of sickness. Says Anthony:    “I have written many novels, but I doubt whether I could w rite one when my wliole heart was by the bedside of a (lying son. During the time Avlicn her pen w.as most active her visible (M'cnpation was that of nursii'g. * * Her power of dividing herself into two parts, and keeping her intellect by itsi'lf, I never saw eipialed. I do not think tliat the writing of a novel is the most diflicult task which a man may be called nixm todo, but it is a tasiv that may be supposed to demand a spirit fillrly at case. The Avork of doing it with a troubled spirit killed 8ir Walter Scott. My mother went through it unscathed in strength.” Lord Gi'osvenor'a Sloilest Funeral. [London World.] The Duke of Westminster has proved that iu taking the le.ad in the Euncral llcforin Association, he fully entered into the necessity of reform in the sad ofllccs for the dead; and wlicn Lord Grosvenor was buried all thcar-rangcnionts Avcro of the most simple description. A colhn of plain deal inclosed the remains; an unpretending, unornamentcd hearse conveyed it to the church; the next day the hands of the keepers on the estate carried it to its last resting place, covered with wreaths and crosses of flowers sent or breught by loving hands. No paraphernalia of the undertaker’s trade was to be seen, and the funeral, attended h^- all the nearest relatives of the dcccaoed, and by the tenants and Avork-iieojile Avho could be present, was the more iniprcssiA’o by its intense simplieitv. Wouldn’t Move. iLoniiville Coarler-Journsl. An old man named Alec Folwell was found yesterday iu the third storj’ of the old imrter house, Aviiere he has been quartered since the floml. He has been a resident of Shlpping-liort as far back as the memory of man runs, and Avas one of the jirenii-iicnt characters in the flood of 1832. When requested to move to a jilace of greater safety, the old Avai. shook his liead and sam. “I have been in every flood. I have never moved out yet, and I don’t propose to. I thouglit that wo would never soo aiiotlier flood like the one W’e had last year, but this one kinder knocks me out.'’ A Uacfbl Mule. [Butte (M.T.) Inter Mountain.] The mule which fell aoo feet down the Moulton shaft yesterelay is still there. He has been backed up against the face of tae 300 west drift and is kicking down oro at the rate of five tons ¡ler day. The kick of 11 mule is considered equal to two sticks of j:iant nowder, and it is llkelv that the hitler will be dibCiUAleU and luules substitu* led. [Big Spring I.etter in N. T. Sun.] The noted Earl of Aylesforel is here. He made his appc.Arance last August iu charge of an agent of Jay Gould. A pleasing location at the head of a creek, tAvelve miles north of this city, .seemed to strike his fancy, and he bought a large tract of the Texas & Pacific land grant, and settled doAvn, as he says, to stay. He In.'sists that this is to bo his future and permanent humo, nud that no indnecmeut could coax him hack to the fogs of Ixmdon. Why (lid he come here, and Avliy does lie stay ? By referring to Burke's Peerage you Avill see that the scA’enth Karl of AjTesforel is 3ir. Hcneage Finch, and that he inherits his title from a famous jurist of that name. He Avas born in 1841), and came into his estates, Avhich are among the largest and most profitable in England, about the time he reached bis majority. In 1871 lie married Edith, the daughter of Colonel Peers Wil-liuins, M. P., of Temple House, Berks, and has two children—Hilda GAvendo-lin, born in 1872. and Alexandra Monica, born in 1875, to Avhom the Prince of Wales is godmother. Tlie Earl has three brothers—Clement, Charles and Daniel, all officers in her Miijc.^ty’s service. He Avas an intimate satellite of the Prince of Wales, aceonqnuiA -ing his Boyal Highness on Ids India exiK'dition, and being his companion in many tumoiis frolics that her Majesty’s subjects are Avilliiig to forgive and forget. At one time (he Earl Avas said to lie the greatest spendthrift ill Euroiie, and Avheii tin* CroAvn Prince of Bussia visited England he entertained 1dm on a scale of inordinate extravagance. After being (liA-orccd from his Avife the Karl Ava.s banisliml from society and limited to an al lowance of $50,000 a year. He came to America, and after si>eiiding some time in Nciv Yoik sought « place in Avhich to bury ld**»»» ii. and linallv selected Toims. Mr. Gould sent ii land ngcnt out Avilh him, and w hcii !» location for a ranch Avas de-ei(led upon ihe Earl dciM)sited $30,000 in the bank at Big Springs and com-meiK'cd tlie erection of a lionse upon Ids property. It is a jdain, uniiaiiitcd aflair, one story and attic, Avith seven rooms. Th(j interior is plastered and liundsoinely decorated. In looks the Earl is as fine a speei-men of manhood as one often eneonliters. He is six feet two in his stockings, broad and robust, and bearded like a Turk. His <rray flniiucl shirt and cream-colored corduroys arc A’erv becoming, and a scarlet tie under his eldn gives a good contrast to his suii-hurned face. He had not liecn here long Avhen Ids tw o brothers, the Hon. Clement Finch and the Hon. Daniel Finch, arrived, bringing AVith them a rctinno of live servants, groom.s, cooks and valet.s, twelve dogs, a (toacli and a dog curt, and a goodly quantity of commissary sn])i>lie.s. Clement remained but a few weeks and returned to England, but Daniel shares the Earl’s exUe and ap-|)cars to enjoy liic on the frontier as much as Ids celebrated brother. Although the Earl has 27,000 acres of land, he has, so far, purchased no cattle, and shoAV no signs of making such an iiiA'estmcut. The popular opinion is that he lacks the means. Tlicrc arctAveiity horses iu the stalih hut no cows. The $30,000 Avldch Avas deposited in August is pretty nearly (‘xliaii.sted, but a draft on England for £10,000 Avas ]>laced in the bank for colleetion oil the 1st of January. The Earl and Ids brother spend their time in riding, hunting and having fun Avith the coAvboys, Avith Avhom they, are very pojuilar. There was a good deal of gnying at first, but Id.s lordship took it so goiMl-natnredly, and responded so aptly and premptíy in kind, that it soon ceased, and the coAV-pnnohers now regard thescA’cnth Earl of Aylesford as one of them, and treat him accordingly. As I have said, they call him “the Judge,” and his brethcr “the Kid,” and the tamil-larity does not end there. Scarcely a knif(3 is lilted at the Earl’s table without the companionship of some cowboys from a neighboring ranch, and the boys for miles around know that a fresh bottle is oircned Avhen-ever a guest entci-s the house! Many a night has the P!arl slept beside the earn heir iiflres or in the cabins of the ers, and as often has sliareil his bed with them. Although they profess contení it for the aristocracy and pretend to despise his title, one can detect an adiiiiration that approaches reverence for their noble companion, and not one of them but Avill resent any reflections cast uixm bis name. Only once during bis stay here has he met Avith accident or injury, and that was Avheii he attempted to separate a coujdc of flvhting cowboys in a Big Springs saloon, and received a crack oA'cr the head with a bottle that laid him flat on the floor. The i>copIe generally think avcH of liiin, but (10 notex^iect him to remain as a jiormancnt resident. They think ho will go back to England Avhen his debts arc paid and his property is released, if he doesn’t break his neck in the meantime. That portion of his anatomy is considered in serious danger, for he is at present jiractieing the equestrian feats for which the cow’ llovs arc famous, one of which is to pick it up Avhilc riding at full gallop, He has fallen ofl’ his horse several times while engaged in this dangerous endeaA'or, but brushes oil' the dust and tries again. The Sister’s Mistake. [«all Lske Star.] A tcAv «lays ago an elderly gentleman Avith a very fatherly and kind look about him Avas sauntering along Brigham street, enjoying the bracing air and the scenery round about. As he approached the Bee Hive House, Brigham Y'oung’s old residence, an elderly lady with a loose wrajq>er on, and hair disheveled, ran out, and grabbing the old and venerable looking gentleman by the arm, ejaculated : “Oh, Brother Taylor, how glad I am to s(;e yon! How Avell you are looking!” The white haired old gentleman thanked her for the (.*0111 pi intent, and said yes, he Avas feeling very well indeed. The good sister continued; “It’s lieen nearly three vcars, Brother Taylor, since I was tins close to you, and it makes me feel so happy to think (hat yon are still here to lead ns to salvation and glory.” The reverential l(H>king individnai paused a'inoment, and looking Avistfnily into those submissive eyes, said : “And do you think I'm a good Mormon, sister'?” “Think, Brethcr Tajloi-,” responded the woman, looking fully into the gentleman’s face, “w hy, I know you are the best Mormon that ever lived, and I love you more—” Here the venerable looking individual saAv the predicament iu Avhich he Avas being placed, and not desiring to carry tlu jitkc too far, stammered out: .“Why, why. I’m not John Taylor! I'm not a ^lormon; I'm a Gentile, and I’m (’hairinan of tlie Ftah Com mission, and my iiaimi is Alexander Hamsay.’’ The Avonian nearly fainted, and as the <’oininissioner assisted her into the house she Avas lieard to remark, “Well, vou're a flnc-looking man aoj -how.” ' All [(. hicago Xo»v«.] Colonel Josejili Medill, Avho aecom-panied ilie Illinois press excursionists to Washington,had a little experience in Baltimore on tlio rotnrn trip. He Avas accosted at the railw ay station by a respectable looking young man Avho had been iiotili('d of tlic arrival of an express jiackagc Avith a large sum of money for him. He did not have enonglijj[4jiPCyjft:ith him to jioy the cxpressa^e—would Colonel jViedill advance him $5 till he could run up toAvii nnd retui ii to the slatiou ? The kindly old journalist nnsnsjieetlngly forked over a $10 bill, the smallest change he had alamt him. He never saAV this yunng man again. An hour or two later, as tin; train Avas pulli^ng out of the Baltimore station and Colonel Medill bad his head out of the ear Aviiidow', a conscienceless scam]) on the deiKJt iflatform grnblied the liat from the old pmtleman’s head and made ofl Avlth it. Colonel Medill had to Avear a silk hamlkcrehief over his head all the Avuy to Fliihidelphia, where fortniiutei.v a long enough stop was made to enable him to leave the train and purchase another hat. O'Doiiuvaii Identified uh Dead. [Khartoum Dihuatch.] Constaiiti, the Greek refugee from El Oboid, giA’cs the folloAving narrative of the battle of Kashgil, Avbieh 1 helicve to be a true one. He declares that he satv a sick officer, lying on a lios]>ital bed, stabbed to death. F'rom the dcstription giA’cn this officer Avas apparently !MaJor Von Seckendortr. The Greek identified Mr. O’Doiiovan perfectly as having been killed near Hleks J’asha, and al^o Hergeant Major Brody and Siirg(*on Boseiiberg. The rest of the ofli(;ei'8 and Euro|)eans he saAV lying dead, and Klootz, the Prussian Sergeant, jiointed them out to the Arabs. He says that large quantities of rings and watches wei'e afterward sold by the Mahdi; and his (le-scription of some of the seals attached is accurate. Leap Year Dkf j. Mír* 8nMn Aramantha 8«art I >1*1 love «nil woo s romelv Ia«l, But, all despite her plaint» and ti-are, A most diiitre»Rln« time »he hail— She did not rait her lover’s dad. The old man locked his lovely hoy AVithm a dark and lonesome room— W hich cud the gentle youth annc»v And plunge his soul in dismal Likewise retard Mis* Sears’ bloou. The old man lK>nght a pair of shoes. AVliich. Vw the gods of war. he swore lie would uir dreadful pur;K»su um If e’er again, a» heretofore, The girl hung ’round his inunsion ‘loor. Bnt late one night Mies Snsan crept III through the gateivay, uiidiHiuayed, And, ithlle the father «011111117 slept. Beneath her lover’s »rindo»v playñl And sung a dulcet serenade. And as she sweetly played and sang Kite h.ad no thought ut harm, 1 ween; AlVhcn, lo! trom out Ihe darkiie-s sprang Unbidden to tho festive scene, A bulldog of leroeious nieiii! The sight of that fcroclou* bnite Made Aramantha Sears turn imle. She, shrieking, fled; he gave luirsuit; The fcniM;, a leap, a growl, a w ail; But why prolong this piteous taicf Yet, to pclleve yon of suspense. AVe’ll say. ’mid syinnatiietlc tears, Tlmt, though she niinhly cleared the fence, Miss .Susan Aramantha Scars Al’lthout a bustle now np^tenrs. —[Burlington llankeye. CVnnEMT FUN. The Work of the Mudei'u American Novelist. [Julian Hawthorne.] There are tAvo kinds of reserve— tho reservo Avhich feels that its message is too mighty for it, and the re-sorA’OAvhieh fools tliat it is too mighty for its mossago. Our uoav school of writers is reserved, but its reserA'o d(X‘S not strike one as being of tho former kind. *    *    *    lliat it is giMxl of its kind no one doubts, but w bother its category bt* that of the bricklayer or the architect remains to he proved. One Opinion. [Chic..go Inter (h'can.j ItAAOukl not be onc-tentb tho work to rescue all the low bottoma in Clnoliumtl that It waa to reiH'ue tlie ground upon wldch Chicago stands. Tiie city owns one hill in easy reach that would till un the entire bottom, and Eden I’lirk v.oulil then be more valuulde than now. Superfluous Hair lleniovcd. [Burllngtáh Fnsj I’resa.j there Is a girl lu Chicago who has ten lingers on each hand. i?he ought to adver-, tise hcrotlf us a remedy for superfluous ¡ streets cleaned once a year, anyhow It is said that Tennyson accepted a peerage to please liis son. Most Tennyson Avouid have wanted his jxt to take it.—[Progress. Senator Edinumls orders flowers for his desk CA’cry morning. He may have heard that the Senate lacks scents.—[Inter-Occan. One of Bn'ghnni Y'onng’s children is a spring i>oet. That, however, is no nrguinent against Mormonism.— [Ncav Orleans Picayune. ;i;;“Can you tell me Avhat time it is.’” asked a lady w hile ivnitiiig in a hniik. No, no; I am not the teller. Next window, plca.«c. -[Exchangc. No, my son, the great talker is not ncecssariiy a mathematician simply because he understands how to multiply Avoixls.—[Boston Tran.seript. Knives are said to havo been in-vcntt’d in 1413; but it is not dotinitoiy knoAvn hoAV the average man ate pie Itcfure that time.—[Yonkers Statesman. The Washington fienHnoi, the brcir- (‘I's’ organ, sjieaks of “elderly women of both sexes.” And yet they say that lager beer Is not intoxicating!—[Oil City Derrick. Fogg comjiluins that begot nothing by (M)mplaitiing to his landlord. It was like piitling a new piece of cloth into an old garment. The rent Avas made worse.—[Boston Transcript. “What is the Avorst thing about riches?” asked a Sunday Soliool teacher. ‘‘That they take unto themselves Avings and fly aw ay,” promptly repliuil the boy at the foot of tJie class.-[New Orleans Picayune. “Does your baby kick Avhen you try to put it to sleep asked one young marrlcHi man of another. “No,” was the reply, “but I do whoa I am asked to put it to slccp.”—[Somerville Journal. “What is your n.inic?” asked the merehant of the book agent, after being bored fifteen minutes. “Phyre,” ansAVcred the Anmder of literature. “Fire? Then I’ll liave yon put out.” .Slid he did. And Phyre lieeame hot w ith indignation.-[Norristoitn Herald. An ape in the London Zoo is declared to be tho most extraordinary ai)C ever seen iu Europe. It is a "male bald-headed cliimiiaiizco,” j)OS-sessing great intelligence. The I'e-[lorl that it Avill visit America on a lecturing tour lacks coiitirinatioii.— [Exchange. New York’s ncAV jicnal code makes an attcnqit at snieide a criminal offense. C'a|ttain H'illiam A. Kirkland, noAV in command of a vessel at that city, has A’olunteerod to command tho projwsed Greely Arctic relief exjiedi-tion, but at last accounts he had not been aifested.—Noir. Herald. The numlKU'of patents registered in the Patent Office has doubled during the last five years. Therefore, as necessity is the mutlier of invention, it folloAvs that the great American people find tlnuiisclves in circuiU'tanees tAviee as noeessitous as they Avere livo years ago.—[Boston Transcript. Professor Swing, in a r«*c nt letter, tells the ladies that tlicir ] -etty elnx’ks and the mud on tiie ( bicago «trevt-crossings are* made of “one and tho same material.” Much as the ladies think of Professor íHviiig, he can’t make them believe that. They know', if he doesn’t, that rouge and jiaint ara not made out of street mud.—[Chicago Evening Journal. . Itouich on Philadelphia. [Oil City Bllzznnl.] First I’hlliuU Iplilan—We ouRht to bo miglity thankful that we are not flooded out like those poor IVeatern to»vns. Second I’hlladolphlan—We omtht tobe thankhil, eh? Well, tben^’a one thiicr about it; those Western towns get tlieir We hair. llororiiied l><>ue. [Councr-Jouriud.] The Newfoundland doxs have made no efturt to save any small boys during this ought to appoint the 8c*huylklll River chief of the street eleaulng department, and then ! we mlg'*t See the cobblestones once in a while. a silver dollar ou tho ground aud' flood. Doge can reform as w ell as men. Well»' llcftlUi lloiicwcr curra I>: polonce.

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