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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - January 10, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLX. Xo. S.CIXOIXiVXTI, THURSOXY, jrXXXJX»Y lO, 188^. i^ei* Y^ar. Beyond These CliilUotf H'liuls. Bcyoiitl thcw cliillinitwiuilii and gloomy tkict, Beyond death's solemn (MirtuI, There is a land where h.-aiity never dies And lore becomes luiuiortal. A land wliose light is never di^nmed by shade, Whose lields are ever vernal. Where nothing licautiful ran ever fade, But blooms ior aye, eternal^ We may not know how sweet the oalmy air, Ilow bright and fair its flowers; We may not hear the songs that echo there. Through those enchanted bowers. That city’s shining towers we may not see With (iiir dtro earthly vision. For dcbtU. the silent warden, koepa the key That opes those gates elysian. Bnt sometimes when adown the western sky The flery snnsct lingers. Its golden rates swing Inward noiselessly, UnkH'kcii by silent tingers. U' And w hile they stand a moment half g}ar, tileains from titc inner glory Stream brightly Ihrongli tlie asure vault afar. And half reveal the story, O land unknown! 0 land of lovediviae! Father all wise, etcriinl, Buide, giinie Um>sc wandering feet of mina into those pistares vernal! —[N'ancy Amelia Priest. NEWS AND NOTES. 'In the Queen’s Bench lately it was held that marriage with a niece of a deceaaed wife is illegal. Tue Boston Tranacript is surprised that Oscar Wilde sbuuld so far forget himself as to love another. AliOiit ‘200,000 acres will be added to the rultivatable lands of Arizona next year by tniuils and Irrigating ditches. M. HI. BrIIou, of Boston, who has made the Tremont House of that city l^is home for many years, bus paid that hotel |70,000 for board. With great ceremony the last stone was laid in the harbor of 'lYieste on Deccmlier 19. The work has taken fifteen years, and has cost over r,000,000. Representative Thomas P. Ochiltree is the first native elected from Texas to the United ¡states Congress, and he is finding much satisfu<‘tion in the thought. W. W. Allen, of Watervliet, Mich., Im-prcfised with the imrnicigusncss of tohuooo, stopiHHl using it, and burned ia the street his large stock of tobacco, cigars and siiiifr.    * Tliey were about to bury a grandchild of General Turner, of Mciii|ibis, when some one iiisistcil tiuit it oh >uld be bathed and Blappiil on the buck. It is now alive and doing well. Senator Beck, of Kentucky, is the most rapid 6iH.>akcr in the Senate. He is often rivalk>d l>y Senator Frye, of Maine. In the House the fastest si>eakcr is Mr. Blackburu, of Kentucky. A hold thief scímmI a valuable new cloak from the shoulders of a lady in the streets of Memphis, Tenn.. on Christmas night, and escaped with it (wfore he could be recognised. Ihrof. I.eopo1d von Ranke, who celebrated on Deoeiulter 21 his eightj-eighth birthday, has just coinp'oted the iuurtb volume of his Universal History, which bears Uio title, **Tbe Kinpire in Constantinople, and the Origin of the Germuno.Uoniunce King, doins,’’ Tlie stc;uner Tongnriro hat just made the passage from Kngland to New Zealand in forty days and nine hours actual steam. iiig, which is the fastest passage ever made, tllP fastest of an earlier date being that of the White Star ship Tonic, in forty-three days and six hour% The eastern quarter of London is undergoing rapid eUiyiges, the like of which are declared to have been previously unknown since the groat fire. Recently no fewer than IHu houses, soiite of them the oldest in Loudon, have been pulled down in onler to make space fur a new. thoroughfare leading to Tower JlilL It is stated that Millais, the painter, is to be luude a baronet. He bus sutUcient proi>-erty qidililication, being worth $1,OUO,OUO, and is earning a large yearly Income. He will l>c the first painter bgronet, as Tennyson has lieen the fiist poet peer. Mr. Millais’s only sister is the wife of Mr. Lester Walluck. There ha\e lieen various painter knights, like Reynolds, Lawrence and Sir F. Luightou, ¡jomcbotly having complained that only the 8tute tlag was flying over the Capitol of Soutii Curulinu, the Charleston News and Cornier explains that twp flags, the United states flag and the State flag, fly regularly over the State House, hut two or three weeks ago the flag stalT on which the United States flag was displayed was struck and shattered by lightuiug and there haa not been time to replace it. When the late Professor Sophocles was a proctor ill llolworthy Hall, Harvard, ono Bight a tipsy student, rolling up to bed, fell against his door, and ujion being inter-viewed, was anything but respectful In bis language. Next niorniug, awakening with reronrseful stomach and an aching head, the otfender feit it to he the part of discretion to go tae iiroctor and aimloglze. He bad not o**uc«6ded far in bis halting sxplaua-tion, however, before the ^er interrupted him with the words; ’’Not yourself, airf You were drunk, sir I drunk! But you were so drunk as to be a curiosity, and therefore 1 shall not report you.” Oscor Wilde has bad a bad time in bis native Dublin. The Gaiety Theater ia atnall, but twice too large for the accommodation of those who went to see and hear the original of “Buntborne.” Even •f those many remained, not to pray, hut to carry out their original intsMioii of scoffing. They laughed at his dreas, his attiiuaet, bla acuUmeBts, and his iaa-fusge. His wsnucr of ros^Jog inter-ruptions was rather ettective. Ils simply came to a dead halt In the middle of a een-tence, and walled till bis ciillua felt them-•elvet the object of general attention, whereupon they held their peace.•Oc. ROUGH ON COUGHS" Xrothcs, 15c; IJ.piid,“A WOMAN’S LOVE.” BY FLORE.XCE BEVEBE TEXDAR. can’t imagine, Estelle, liow you came to be so decidedly plain; beauty is rather a characteristic of our familyhere Marc Darcy glanced with a satisfied air at his handsome face rc-fiected in an opposite mirror, while a slight flush arose to the dark, almost swarthy, check of the young girl seated vis-a-vis to him, and the delicately shaped hands trembled slightly as they sought to continue the work they were occupied with. “I believe you favor your father?*’ continued the gciitlcmaii. “Yes, I am like my father. He was not handsome, hut so noble, so gootl. I was so proud of him. I never thought about his looks. I am sorry, more for your sake than mine, that I am not beautiful. Your wife, should he, hut Marc ” with a quick, impulsive motion, the young girl knelt down beside her betrothed and laid her lips caressingly to his hand, adding: “You will not love me the less? Yon, who are so handsome, who could have chosen from so many, yet asked me to lie your wife. You arc all the world to me, Marc. No one could love you more than I.” With rather an uncasv laugh, Marc Darcy, placing his arm about his companion, rejilicd: “Tears, Estelle! Why, what has come ov^r yon ? It just hapiieiied to strike me that it was rather strange you Avci'c not as beautiful as the rest of the women in our family; but then you have some redceining iwints. Pretty eyes and good teeth—no small item toward go^ looks, I can assure you, niy dear.” A pleased look crossed Estelle’s face at the last words of her intended, and, twining both her arms alioul his neck, she said: “And yon don’t mind it so very much if I am plain? Yon will always love me?” “<)f course I shall,” came the reply as Marc kissed licr lightly on the forehead, adding, half laughingly; “Perha|)«, Estelle, I shall iint jumi k)ve to the test some day. Will it fail me I wonder ?” Raising her head from ils resting place uiHin Marc’s shoulder, Estelle’s oyes sought his. There was a strange intensity in their dark dcpUis as she unswcrod slowly, as if weighing each word. “I do not think you quite understand me, or my love for you, Marc. It is as the breath of my life; yet if ever I came to believe that it was for your happiness forme to giveyou up I would do so at any cost‘to myself.” Before Mare could reply, Estelle had passed quickly from the room. With a shnigof his shoulders, he selected a cigarette from a handsomely emhroidei^ case, thinking: “What astrauge girl Estelle is. She is right I don’t believe I do understand her; poor little thing, how earnest she is. I should not have sjioken about her plainness; bnt there it is; there’s no denying it. However, us she is to be ni V wife, I suppose I shall have to make the best of it. I’ll buy her the handsomest bracelet I cau find for a peace ofi'ering.” Mare Darcy was an only son. Handsome as an Adonis, with a fascinating manner, which, when he chose to ex-ereisc it, few could resist. Mrs. Darey had been left a widow with considerable pro[^rty, but her son’s extravagant drains upon her purse had greatly rcduce<l her income. Mare was not by anv moans a bad fellow, simply selfishly indulgent to-wai'd himself. Estelle Merton was the daughter of a cousin of Mrs. Darcy's. On the death of her father, which occurred abouteightccn months before my stoi7 opencil, Estelle had taken up her abode at Suunyside, the home of Mrs. Darcy. Aunt Margaret, as Estelle al>vays called her, was her only relative, and had' made the or- Khan gin very welcome, being a kind-eart^ woman, although somewhat narrow-minded, with but one engrossing idea—her son. Estelle had been an inmate of Mrs. Darcy’s homo only a few weeks before the thought came to the widow how nice it would be if Marc and Estelle should fall in love with each other. Marc’s debts were pressing heavily upon her.. Estelle could so easily pay them off out of her large fortune, for she was an heiress. As Estelle’s husband Marc’s future would bo provided for, and when her time came she would die, feeling she had done well by her boy. Estelle was a passionate admirer of beauty, and, almost e’er she was conscious of it, she loved Mare with her whole soul, and Marc at his mother's instigations bad carelessly drrlted into the situation of Estelle’s lover. Of too noble a nature to sec augiit but the good iu others, Estelle never dreamed that it might be her money, and not herself, that had induccu Marc to choose her for his wife. Some few weeks after tlie opening of our story found Mrs. Darcy and Estelle seated atbreakfast. Mare had run np to town for a day or two. As Estelle returned a letter she had just been reading to its envelope Mrs. I>ai'cy remarked : “From your friend, is it not, dear ? Does she say when tve may expect her ?” “Yes, she writes wo may look for her to-morrow by the 2:40 train. Oh, Aunt! think how sad it is for her, left alone so young; only seventeen, and obliged to earn her own living. I am so glad you are willing I should ask her here for a few weeks. She is so bright and pretty. I can not imagine Inez being sorrowful. We will try and make it very pleasant for her, won’t wc Aunt?” “Of course, my dear,” answei-ed Ml'S. Darcy. “I always wish to make my guests happy anil comfortable.” And thus the subject was dismissed for then. The following week Marc arrived one aftcrmniu at home. In his careless inanucr he had omitted to send word of his return, consequently Mrs. Dairy and Estello were out, returning calls. t Learning this from one of the servants, Marc made his way to the west di-awiiig-room, the cosiest room in the house. 0{)cning the door, he stood transfixed upon its tlircshold. A young girl was reclining, fast asleep, oil the iK'ar-skin rug before the glowing tire. One dimpled arm, bare to the elliow. was thrown carelessly above her head, while one tiny haiiii rested under the baby chin. Soft, floss-likc hair curled in golden rings about the white forehead and fair neck. With an exclamation of surprise, Mair turned to go; at which a pair of l>ewildered blue eyes opened, and gaziMl qiiestioningly at him. Thbn hastily s]iringiirg from her I'ecumbent position, the young girl stood blushing before him. As Marc made his apologies, she Ínterin ptcd him: “Oh! I know. You are the gentleman Estelle is engaged to. Then I don’t mind. It’s not so bad as if you had been a stranger. How yon scared me.” Here one little dimple, then .mother, crept forth, till a merry peal of laughter rippled through the room, ill which Mare joined. When Mrs. Darcy and Estelle re-tnrncd tl>ey found Inez, for it was she, and Marc chatting away like old friends. In spite of Inez’s recent loss, which dateil only two months back, her childish, inirth-loving nature could take no bold of sorrow. Her tears were like April showers, quickly over. True, she had known but little of her father having spent most of her life at boarding school. Mr. Clfiin had been a selfish, pleasure loving man, who took bnt little thought of his motherless child; lived close up to his income, leaving Inez twiiniiess at his death. The pretty morning dresses Inez wore she owed to Estelle’s generosity. The weeks slipjied by, and still Inez remained a guest at Sunnyside. At first she talked a goo<l deal of going out as governess, but later on she ceased to do so. Somehow Estelle ami Marc were very seldom alone these days. Inez, with her pretty, helpless ways, con-triveil to monopolize a great deal of Mare’s time. Yet Estelle was pleased that it should be so. Ill her noble heart there was no room for jealousy. No thought that Inez, with her saucy, kittenish ways, might win her lover from her. Hci' faith and trust ill Marc were perfect. The wedding day drew nigh. Inez was to 1>c bridesmaid, and then Estelle with her warm, impulsive nature had in'ojioscd that she should accompany them to Europe on their bridal tour, and Inez had clapped her hands like a child, exclaiming; •‘O! if I only could ? How I should like it.” Mrs. Darey, wiser than the rest, iKM-haps, had judged it best for Inez to remain with her; but Inez had IK)ute<l and come as near showing tem|)er as such a weak little creature could, and had gained her Avay. It Avas ileeidcd that she should accompany the bridal pair. Mare and Estelle were man and Avifc, and the steamer was bearing them on toward England’s shores. Inez, too ifick to move and Avishing herself back on land, Avas in her stateroom, Avith ever thoughtful Estelle tending and iictting her, rcAvarding her husband Aviih a fond smile Avhcn-ever he came to inquire after the sick girl. IloAv good of him, Estelle thought, Avhen he so disliked the siglit of sickness or anything unpleasant. It Avas Marc who carried Inez on dcik and arranged the ru<js and pillows, bearing Avith her Avhims Avheii even Estelle greAV almost indigiiaiil at lier friend’s peevishness toward her liusband. Due cA’cning Estelle, suffering from a severe headache, retired early to her    state-room, but,    find ing the air bcloAV very close, she returned to the desk. Seeking her husband and Inez she drew near the Avheel-housc. Suddenly she 1)auscd and stood as if turned to stone, ji tJic shadow of the Avhecl-houa* were her husband and Inez. Inez’s golden head lay upon his breast and there was a fond ring to Marc’s tones that Estelle had never heard before as he uttered the Avords: “For God’s sake stop crying, little one! You will drive me mad. You kiioAv that I love you as I never loved Estelle, but I Avas forced to marry her. If I had been rich, then I could have pleased myself, but as it was, it Avould have been simply follj\” No cry escaped the lips of the Aroman whose loving heart had been crushed by these words of her husband, only as she blindly groped her way back to the cabin the thought, “He never loved me, it was only iny money,” seemed to stab itself into her heart. Figliliug Avilh her despair, this stricken Avoman cried out, unselfish even in her agony; “Marc! Marc! my husband! I would make you happy if I could I” They Avere ncariug their iounicy’s end, and Marc had perceived no difference in his wife. His thoughts Avere elscAvherc. Had they not heen he would have seen hoAV pale and thin she had groAvn, and that never of her own accoi'd did her lips caress him. Then came the inght when they wcrt! startled from their sleep by the cry of danger. Women shrieked and clasped their little ones to their breasts, wliile men, Avhitc to the lips, hurried on deck to be driven back by the Avild ficrecness of the storm. Waves like gigantic mountains hurled themselves against tljc ship, under Avhich she staggered and reeled and righted herself again, only to be struck doAvu aiicAv. Valiantly the good boat fought her figlit against the deep. Mast after mast was torn aAvay, till she lay bare, trembling like a wounded human, at the nicrcy of the angry waters. She had sprung a leak. All night tho men worked at the pumps, cheered by their brave captain, Avho told them they must be close to the Dover clift’s, and they might yet all reach the shore in safety. Inez clung trembling to Marc, Avhile Estelle, calm and collected, moved about amongst the women, helping Avith a ready nand. Little children gVcAV qnict at'her touch, and mothers ceased to bewail their fate. Marc never forgot the pale grandeur of his wife’s face as she passed to and fro amongst all the coiifnsiou. ToAvards daAvn tlie storm abated somcAvhat, but a dense fog enveloped them like a shroud. At last the oi*dcr Avas given to man the lifeboats. Sobbing Avoiiicn and frightened children were quickly lifted OA’cr the ship’s side; Avhile Avarm hearted sailors bade them cheer up, for land was close at hand. As they loAvered the last boat, Estelle. laying her hand upon her husband's arm, said: “Marc, if anything should happen to me, I want you to bclicA'e that my greatest Avish was for your happiness. You once said, that perhaps some day you Avould put my love to the test. You wondered if it would fall you. It shall not fail you. Marc, my hus-husband, kiss me just once oa—as if you loved me.” “Estelle! my wife. I—” and Marc clasped his wife to his hc|irt with something of the love that should haA'e been hers from the first. For a moment she clung to him; then gently AvithdraAving herself from his arms, she said: “Sec, Inez is faint. Take care of her. I am strong—noAV. I cau sec to myself.” The little crowd pressed eagerly foi’Avard, and Avere rapidly lowcrwl to their places. The captain Avas the last to quit the ship. WMth one last look round to sec that none Avcre left he drcAV his hand quickly across his eyes to dash aAvay the tears that would come at the thoAight of the fat0 of the good ship that had carrieil him In safety for many a year. Then, dropping into the boat, he gave the word to pull off. In the darkness and hurry none had missed the gentle woman who had comforted them all in thoir hour of need. Estelle’s husband, to-do liiiii justice, believed her safe iu tho boat Avith them all; but instead she sUbkI alone uiion the deck of the noAv fast sinking ship, her eyes trying to pierce the darkness that hid the man she love<l better than her life forcATr from her sight. Alone, no not quite. Something touched her baud. It Avas Carlo, her husbaud's great NcAvfouiidlund dog. Patting him, she pointed to the Avater and bade him go; but he only avIiíiumI and licked her hand. Then Estelle knelt down uimn the deck, and Avith her head resting uimn lier faithful friend’s shaggy coat, aAvaited her fate. Almost at the same moment as tho last life boat was draAvn up on the beach by eager, willing hands, the great ship, Avith one heaving toss, Avcnt doAvn into the mighty deep, and Marc Darcy learned too late the value of a true Avomuu’s Ioa’c. ■11    m    ^    » Hintc John's Kpisiic. [Lomkai Ijcttor.J King John, of Abyssinia, has made tho folloAving reply to an invitation sent him by the Mahdi to unite foreos and together to harry the fruitful plains of the Delta: “May the Avriting of John, the chosen of the Lord, the Kingof Zion, the King of the Ethiopian Kings, reach tho hands of him Avho is a prophet among the Turks. By the grace of the God of Saints and the intercession of our Laily of Zion, I and my army are keeping avcII. Praised be the grace of the Highest! Hoav aH thou ? Thou hast Avritten to me: ‘1 am a great prophet. I Avill not seek strife with thee. Peace be between usV I do not know Avhether it be the will of God that avc should fight against each other; but Avhat docs that matter? Are avo not enemies in our hearts ? I am a Christian and thou art a Turk. Where I am there thou cans!not be; where thou art tliere I can not live in peace. Written in the camp of Michail-Devri, the 10th Scn-i^o^f’thc year of gi'acc 1875(August, “Fits renderetl my daughter deaf, dumb and paralyzed, Bamaritan Nervine cured her. I'eter Ross, Bprinrnater, Wi*. At drnggista. > *    6    > ANNIHILATION OP ARMIES. A Catastrophe That Has Never Yet Befhllcn. [Archibald Forbes fa Fortnightly Review.] Than “annihilation” there is no more favorite word Avith the critics of of maneuvers and shani-fights. In a notice of a mimic battle near Portsmouth in the London Times of the day I write these lines occure this observation; “The guns of the fleet would have annihilated Col. Thompson’s advance on the left along the scaehore.” In truth it is as hard a thing to “annihilate” a body of troops as it is to kill a scandal. In a literal sense there is scarcely a record of such a catastrophe; if used in a figurative sense to signify a loss so great as to put the foree suffering it hors du combat, there is amazing testimony to tho quantity of “annihilation” good ti'oops have accepted without any such hapless result. Here arc four instances taken almost at i-andoni. The Oonfedcrate#, out of 68,000 men engaged at Gettysburg, lost 18,0(X), but Meade held his hand from interfering Avith their orderly retreat. Of that battle the climax was the assault of Pickett’s division, “the fiower of Virginia,” against Webb’s front on the left of Cemetery Hill. Before the heroic Armitage called for the “cold steel” and carried Gibbon’s battei'y Avith a rush, tho diA'ision had met with a variety of exiiericiiccs during its mile and a half anvunce over the smooth ground up to the crest. “IVheii it first came into sight it had been plied Avith solid shot; then half way across it had been vigorously shelled, and the double canisters had been reserved for its nearer approach. An enfilading fire tore through the ranks; the inus-ketiy blazed forth against it Avith deatlly effect.” This is the CAddcnec of an eye witness on the opposite side, Avbo adds, “but it came on magnificently.” Yes, it came on to cold steel and clubliod muskets, and after a dcsneratc struggle it AVcnt back foiled, to the accompani-ineiits which had marked its advance. But, heavy as were its losses, it was not “annihilated.” Piqjcett’s division sunrived to be onm and agalw frihorn in tbcFwhral side l>efore the final day of fate came to it at A])pomattox Court Honso. At Mars-1 a-Tonr, Alvcnslebcn’s tAVO Infantry divisions, numbering certainly not over 18,000 men (for they had already lost heavily at the 8plcheren Berg) sacrificed wlUiiii a fcAv of 7,000 during the long summer hours Avhile they stood unsnp{K>vtcd atliAvart the course of the Fnmch Army retreating from Metz. Bnt so fur were they from being annihilated that forty-eight houi*s later they made their presence acutely felt on the afternoon of Gravelottc. In the July attack on Plevna, of the 28,000 men with whom Kmdoencr and Schahov-skov went in, they took out under 21,000. One regiment of the lattcr’s command lost 725 killed and 1,200 wounded—about 75 per cent of its Avholc niiniher—yet the Russian retirement Avas not disoi'deriy; and next day the ti'oops Avore in resolute cohesion awaiting what might befall them. In the ^epteinlM‘1' attack on Plevna, of 74,000 Russo-Roumaiiian infantry engaged, the losses reached 18,000. SkolK'leff commanded 18,000 men, and at the end of his tAvo days’ dcsiicrate fighting, not 10,000 of these were left sfaiid-iim. But there Avas no annihilation, citiicr literally or conventionally, if one may use the term. The survivors who had fought on the lltli a'ld 12th of .September Avere ready at the Avonl to go in again on the 13th ; and hoAv they marche<I aorossthe Balkans later is one of the marvels of modern military history. 8ANDBAC8 AND THEIR USE8. arm or shoulder will satisfy vou of that.” “Do many of them come into the hands of the [Mdice ?” “No, A-ery Icav. A man never carries a MHut-bug unless he is looking for a «Iiance to use it. If he f«;ars that he is about to be arrested he throws it UAvay. To 1)€ found iu the l>osRession of ono is to confess one’s self a hlghAvay roblHT. For that reason the highwaymen are gi'adually discanling the saiul-bag and adopting less merciful Aveaimns.” "What do they use instead ?” “The butts of revohers, short bars of iron, eluhs or thick ginger-ale bottles. A bloAV from any of these is more dangerous than a bloAV from a sand-bag.’’ “I)o(.‘8 anybody know Avho invented saiid-hags ?’’ “1 don't think it likely. They haA'C been in use a good many years.” “What is the most auproved way of sand bagging a man?’’ “You carry the sand hag in your sleeve until yon tiiid u good subject to operate on. You lolloAV him to a lonely ])laee, and then you Avalk up Imldly as if to pass him. Wh<;u you gel Avithiu easy distance you strike Jiiin from behind on the back or toj) of the hea«l. One hloAV is generally enough to kno<;k him senseless. If it is not enough, hit him again. 8nnd bagging at its iHist is not H safe amusement, liOAveA’cr, and I Avouldn’t advise you to try it. Any man caught with a sand bag ought to be killed on the SlK)t.” ABOUT SHOP CIRL8. An English Womun'g Ohservaliona. A Dangerous "Wenpcn in the Hantlv ot a Uigliwaj liobbcr. [Chicago XeMT#.] “It’s the neatest one I eAcr saw,” said Lieutenant Laiighlin, of the (.’hi-cago police, turning over in his hands a mysterious cylindrical object of stout canvas. It Avas about a foot long, and somcAvh*at larger around than a man’s Avrist It was tilled Avith fine, dry sand. Ono end of it Avas nicely rounded, and midway of its length it Avas tightly and smoothly Avrumied Avith strong cord. "What is it?” askcil tho reporter. “A sandbag. It is of the most approved pattern. Any^ sandbaggcr in the city Avonld l>c delighted to oavii it. It has been constructed Avith great care and is nearly new. Ixmk hoAv firmly the seams have been sewed.” “Did it ever do a:iy Avork “Yes; its OAvncr knocked a Avoman senseless Avith it in her room on ('lark street three Avceks ago. Then he took a gold Avatch from her and ran away, leaving the sand bag behind-” “Is a sandbag a deadly Avoapou ?” “Well, people have been killed Avith them, though they are calculated only to knock one senseless. gomclimesN they produce c^oncussion of the brain, which causes dqath. Now and thou a blow from one of them ruptures a blooil-vcBScl in the head and destroys a mui’s life in that manner. A terrible X(0AV can be struck with one of them. A slight touch with it on your [>cw York Sun.] A compact aud energetic little Avomuii, Avith neatly brushed hair, high color, and an exceedingly business-like manner, Avas bustling down the floor of a great np-toAvn dry goods store yesterday, Avhen the speetai-lc of a solitary man among several hundml indifferent Avoinen attracted her attention. The man couldn’tcinlnre the situation longer much. He had liccn stared at, jostled, jeered and snnblK'd until he felt round shouldered and holloAV-eyed. “What van I do for you, sir?” asked the compact little woman iu an agrccabU; iBice. “Oh, I came iu search of information.” “IfaA'C you found it?” “No, I can’t say that I have. I Avanted to make some inquiries about the iflatiA'c merits of foreign and domestic slioj» girls. I askeil tAVO of the maiiv young Avomen here. One told me tliat the Intelligence Office Avas in the basement, lieliiiid the elevator shaft, and the other that the best time for a casual conversation Avas on Monday after 6 p. m.” “You made the mistake of approaeh-iiig pretty girls. Men ahvays do that, aud they usually do it Avith a smile that giA'es the pretty girl an opportunity. Plain ^irls are ahvays civil Avith men. It is a habit they acquire early.” “I kiioAv all about shop girls,” continued the little Avoman, resting a plump hand on one hip, while she tapi»ed her teeth thoughtfully with a longlMincil Avhich she snatched from her hack hair, Avherc it had stuck out like the tish bone in the hcud-dressof a Fiji Llauder. “I have been with them all my life. 1 am one hoav, only I’m no longer a girl, but I have three of my oAvn. I’m RUi»crintendent of them here, and I find them easy to manage. Ono must never be the least hit familiar with the girls, or they Avill become unmanageable.’’ “A great many of them ha\'e h^en in much better circumstances, have they not?” “That is a Acry common impression, hut one tliat hasn’t the smallest foiiii-•lation in m\-oi>inion. The girls are fond of giving people that hleu. In |K)iiit of fact, hoAvever, they are almost all of them the most prefentious and amliiti<Mis memlx'r.s OÍ thoir families, and miles ahoAO their parents in the social scale. When a Avomun of |w-sfltion meets Avith misfortune she resolutely avoiils the shop. 8he Avill do anything rather than come to an establishment like tliis. She takes in -.cAving, gives painting or music lessons, or goes out as a governess for half the money that she could earn liere.’’ “Hoav do Amci i<'nn sho]) girls compare Avith tlio«e in Kngdand ?”    ¡ “There is no com^mrison Avhatover,” j said the little Knglish Avonian, Avith R| decisi\*e‘Shake of her head. "The | American girls are sujM'rior in every | n*s|>ect—intelligence, taste, neatuess, quickio'SH and conncsy. It may strike) you tliat there is iloulit about tlie last, but I am right. Tlie liOiidon girls are insolent, Avbile ben* tlioyare oflly saucy or impertinent, if they ot-fenil at all. There is a vast diflerence. London girls are so stflpid, you know.” “Arc there many eomplaiiita about the girls?’’ “Oh, yes, quite a number. AVe observe, lioAvcvor, that the complaints alAvays come from shopjiers Avho are not ladies. A well-broil Avoman will not find a disagreeable shop girl in a long pilgrimage in Ncav York. If the girls arc bothered by questions Avhich no one has a right to ask, they arc very a[)t to be [icrt.” With this the little AVoman no<hled brightly, thrust the |)encil into her ba<;k hair again, and bustled cheerily aAvay. LonahcaJed Mr. Jolinson. Mr. .tolmson lm<l a (ktujlilcr, * I.iilit .Aliniiie MhIn‘1. To Mtlnu t SOUK- man to mairy Her he w viuaLle. He was wcalthr, liroil at Kewpovt» OwiK-il a rosily stable; IL-rl w ilhtn his aini)1e cellar label. Wiue ol everv Still no Mrepbon eanie a-wooing Lulu Aliiinio .MhIk-I, AViKisat iiiiiingiii lu-r satin, A’elret, silk !in>t siible. Mr, .Johnson sui<l, “I never Knew, ill son;; or talile. One so hapless as niv ilunglifpr, LtihiMiiuiicMnbjl!" Mrs. .Johnson, talking lonillr, toulil have sileneeil llaliei Asking wlien-foiv no one courtcil l.iiln Alinuie MaU-l. Watciiine ilown the winiliiig ruaUway, l.nin Alinnie MhIm-1, 8aw 1.0 lover on Itii. | From llie lonely gable. “Shall I senU," srihl Mr, Johnson, ••Over In- tin* rahle. For lh« niilile Ihike of Somersault to luarry Mabel?" Bnt, insteail. his hou.'*e he fiirníshci! AA iiti a hillianl inble; We«l<lei| was that very ivinU‘r Lulu Minnie .Afala-I. -[!(. K. Aliinkittriek. CUKRKNT FU<. “Nothing but leaves,” as the landlord said Avhen tho last guest Avas going aAvay.—(Judge. A drtinkeu man is seldom injured by a fall and he prohahly isn’t by a spring—if the Avater is gtKxl.—[Boston Star. Mr. Sis.sendorf always trembles Avhcii his Avife siug.s in church, with prayerful earnestness, “Oh, for a thousand tongue.s!”—[McGifgor Ncavs. “Don’t” saidTaAvimiN “don’t throw that BAvay; it’s something I am verv proud of.” “It'.s only an old tailoiNi hiU” “Vcs, hut it’s’ i>aid.”—[Boston Post. The Milton News says going out be-tAvecn the acts, at the theater, is plty-toiiic affect Iou. The trouble is that this affection soinetimo.s becomes teutonic.—[Boston Times. “Yes, Wall -treet ought really tobe a Avarm pluire,” said he. “ Aiul why 7* asked another. “It’s Ave.ll lined Avith ‘lanib’* AViHii,’” Avas the sarduuic reply.—[N. Y. ('ommercial. Tp;u-hei —“Xow, chihlrcn, which one of vou cau tell me aa hat a coiistmant is ? ’ Bright boy—“I can. It’s a portion of lantl surrounded liy AAater.”— [Burlington Frtr Pre^-s. General (irant sIi[>{K'd Aviiilc liaud-iiig his driver his (.'hristmas present of five dollars. (Jvcr-tipping tipiied the (icneral over; hut he fell iu a good cause, and we hope Avillsooii licouhis legs again. • “No smoking alloAvod" is the most coiispieiious sign iu a railroad de|x)t. And the onlv thing that doe.sn’t luiud it is the engine. ’I’hat is Avhut comes froiulKÚnguii iiAui monoindy.—[Rockland C'ourier-Ciuzettc. “Put out the gas,’’called a lady to her husband who Avas being talked to death by a book agent. It hurt hit feeliiigs’so much that lie shut up hit siMHimeu pages\and retired.—[Mcr-cliaiit Traveler. A prominent laAvyer coiitributei this as 11 ncAV one: Clerk—“Prisoner at the bar. arc you guilty or not guilty ?”    ITisoiier—“Not    guilty.” Jmlj^i—“Who    is your rouiiseí?” Prisoner—“I have none. I am iintblo to employ a htAvyer.’’ Judge—“Mr. B , 1 appoint you to defend this man.” Prisoner (after looking at his laAvyer)—“Well, then, I [ileatl guilty.” —[Courier Journal. ,Yi» Aelor’s Wants. lAVraxall’s AVt-ckly.) One of the most entertaining men I ever met Avas Dr. V'cron, for some years co-tl I rector Avith Duismchel, of the Frencli OiKua, and anltlorof that lively Avork, the “lloiirgeoi.s de Paris.” He had bb iiwxhaiistilde fund of anccmh)te.s, and some of Jiis’manager-ial reminiscences Avcre e.xcecdingly droll. Wc Averconce talking alauit the oxtiuvagance of cci taiii dans4‘iiM*fl of the old time, and compariug their carelcivsncss in money matters Avith tlie pnnlctitial Ihrift-n**ss of some of their intxlcrii >.ncccv..i)r-. who lived quietly and inc-thotlically invcstctl tlicir earnings in the nest availahh* siTiniiirs. “Ah.” said Vcroii, "they arc not all of ilwt Avay of thinking. c«iM‘cially fhc Aonng oni^, Avlio invariably jircfcr tlie sii|>er-rtuous to llic nwTssary. .\lali' and fe-mah‘. they are all alike; and I rcmcm-l)cr la'ing once y> struck A\itli the AvretclH'd appearance at n-licar-al of a rather nice looking yontli tliat I gave bill! a piece of tAventy francs, rccoin-mcnding hjni to improve hinCiPA anl-robe Ity the luircluise »)f a bat and pair of shoes. ‘M neb obliged,’ be irpliwl, slipping the coin in his Avai>tcoat ¡Kx kct, 'but they can Avait; A\liatl really do Avunt is a cane.’” Monrok, Mich., Scpt. 1HT5. {iiRH—1 have liewi tiikin;; Hop RiUem for inrtaniination of kidneys and bladder. It hue done Idv me what four «loctora failetl to do. The ertoct of Hop BItlcrs iie< nied llk« magic to me.    W. L. a'aktkr. American bunko men are said to be reap, ing a rich harveat In Paria. ‘ROUGH ON KAT8," clears eat ILiU, Mwa 15c.

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