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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - June 3, 1986, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLIII. •TVo, 33. CirVOIIVlV^TI, THTJIISI3A.Y, JUlJiE 3, 1880. Per Year. “ItOSE OF JEBUSAIEM.” Ilonbt. BY A. B. Y. l\'here Is )t Ic.mling us, this sa»l procession Of veileti hours «ml weeks nli|r'’'u* Botl gray? The Siiiniuur ilies ill Aiuuiuu’s chill embraces. Thin Winter cHllsilreur Autunm-tiino away: Til! Spriug Hays come, iili rcHolent with flowers, Om eiuoroto mock us with Ihcir brief, bright smile. And suiniiicr comes but once again to vanish, For all the seasons last so short a while. But whither do they take us in their passing? Eyes wax but dim. hearts ooat a slow’er tune; Hands tail to do tiic work that seems so pressing, ’Tis inter time ere wc have welcomed June. We can not stay thiMii, piissing-cver imssing-K’en though our lives wax shorter as they go, Alilioiigh wotreml lo at the gatliering shadows. That wait arouud ami hide .what uone may know. Oh, life, sad life. I did not ask thy dower. I did not take on in • thy ueiiry pain; Thv pleasures never were liv mo demanded. And liaving iived. I would not live again. Btill would Í fain be ijiveii wider knowledge. See cirar and fair, not Harkly through ii glass, Wade darker yet tobi^ht dimmed oft by crying, So dim 1 cau not sec tlio way I pass I Tliere is no sunshine iicre without a shadow. No Miiilo (hat h.is not its swift following tear. No hliss that is not paid for by a sorrow, That casts iKdorelUsliade of mortal fear. Is there no land, oh, life, wliero we arc happy. Safe ill ilic knowledge tliai our blessing are: That love Is rmil, life’s host joys unending Beyond the horrors of some judgment her? None answer, for the siridows grim and dreary Are silent with the lilence of llie dead— Tlio deaii. tliatare so quiet, safe, untroubled, Not knowing aiiglit. witliin their churchyard bed! Oil, can It lie that all our lives but lead us To share the silence where past agcsstecn; That Life hin'scif doth yichl our only harvest. And what we sow we here aioue may reap? NOTES AND NEW’S. Kov. Dr. Ryclor, of Chicago, has a fortune of $250,000. Hr. Ulaiiie is at Dar Harbor, enjoying excellent health. A New Yorker ndvertises for a wife “about si.x feet high.” Arthur Quartlay, the famous American murine iirtist, dicil lust Thursday. 31 rs. General George B. 31cClellnn and daughter are at the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Hiehigaii will celebrate her semi-centen-fiiul of Statehood at the Canital on Juiio 15. Twenty-seven bridal couples were among the guests at a Washington hotel a few days ago. • Joseph Jefterson’s next season will comprise twenty weeks, beginning August 80, in Denver, Colorado. ttufus Hatch, after losing $800,000 at n «ingle blow, is looking round Wall street for iinothcr fortune. The .Massachusetts House has defeated, 56 to 118, a bill to remove the disability of Btbeisls as witnesses. It is related of a popular clergyman that he startled a dull prayer meeting recently hy announcing that he “didn’t propose to act as umpire for a sleeping match.” General Bradley T. Johnson, of Baltimore, has received irom Right Hon. W. E. Gladstone copies of his sjreeches on the Irish home rule bill in the House of Coni-0»n9. ^ The wife of .Mr. Clemenceau, the French statesman, was a .Miss I’himmcr, ol Greenwich, Conn., whom he married when he was teaching in this country about sixtee:i years ago. Poet Swinburne Is rushing around London to warn enthusiasts not to cxpcud all tbclr energies upon Dr. Holmes, as be has another American poet to import, to wit, Wall Wbllman.' A posibuinous poem by Victor Hugo was published in Paris last Saturday. The poem contains G,000 versos and is entitled “La Fin do Satan.” It was written between 1854 and 18G0. Brother Beecher 1 It the Demooracjr is a “double-cared nss,” what sort of a high-backed, double geared, compound word would describe tUe skediiddling mule train of the Ohio Senate?—[Toledo Commercial. The great Sunday School parade, which is One of the cherished institutions of Brooklyn, will take place, weather permitting, next Wednesday. It is expected that 67,000 persons will be in the line, belonging to 137 schools. Ex-President Arthur won the confidence and esteem oi the entire country at a time that not one man in a hundred could have succeeded. He has proved himself to be a man of much moro tluiii ordinary sagacity u state ufi'iiirB.—[Iiuliannpoli8 Journal. A flower found on the Isthmus ol Tehuantepec is said to bavo the power of changing its colors during the day. In the morn-ng it is white, when tlio eiin is at its zenith t is red, and at night it is blue. It should ibe adopted and made our national flower. David Fisher, who died at Batavia, 0„ fow days ago, was in Congress at the iine of tho death of John Quincy Adams, nd It was .Mr. Fisher who sprang forward I lime to catch the falliug body in bis rinewheii3Ir. Adams received tho fatal trnkc on the floor of iliu House. “I’ve voted tho IXinooiatlo ticket for hirty years now, and never asked for ui; fllce,” said the gcntl.man with the pelion lo Mr. Morrison. “AVell,” said Hori-ntni William dryly, “I know this aJmin-tiatlon preMy well, and 1 advise you lot to break your iccord.”—[Washington lutchot. An aerolite fell in P.uinsylvania last Sop-mber, and since that lime two college rofessors have devoted their eftorts tolinu-g the object. Success has just crowned eir long search. It was tound deeply im-ledded in the soil near Clnysvillo, Pa. It 8 tho largest aerolite on record and weighs ully ’200 tons. Woman. Do you have a licarlng-down Kdiim in the abilomi'n? M’eak hack, laii-uid, tired feeling? II «o, you cnn be sure lero is some uterine iliflluiilty, uhiuli Vurnor’s safe cure will remove. BY C. M. GIRARDEAU. A coltl, cutting wind from tho north blew acro.ss tho barren, naked cliffs of tlic Devil's river, and the barrener, barer plains that stretched away as far as the eye could reach. But tho sky above these arid deserts was of a dnzzllng hue, and tho waters of the river we“c as clear as crystal. There is an Indian story concerning the limpid clearness of this stream. Tho traveler approaching and seeing the pebbly bottom at a depth of —as ho thinks—two or three feet, boldly plunges in and goes dow.n to be seen no more. Ilonce its prettier, tliougii more suggestive, Indian name, “The Waters of Deception.” Upon these arid, wind-swept pra-ries and cliffs one sees, here and there, balls of what seem to be dried grasses, probably rolled up together by the racing northers. These balls lodge in the cracks and crevices of the cliffs, and become more dead and dry as the winter season advances. The younger of two men, who appeared to be crossing the plains, drew rein and called his companion’s attention to the dry and dusty balls that the wind was driving before it. “What do yon suppose they are?’’ asked tho elder man. “Hunches of grass, or the withered remains of birds’ nests.” “Birds’ nésts, with not a solitary tree except yon scraffgy mesquitc in sight?’’ said ^tho other, racing his innstang after a ball flying by and catching it deftly as ho leaned from bis saddle. He returned to his companion and threw it to him. “It is the Sompervircns, the ’Rose of Jerusalem,’ the ‘Resurrection riant.’ ” “A plant ? This drj', dead bunch of vitbercd grass and sticks?” “Keep it until you get home—keep it three months if-you like, then put it into a saucer of water and see tvhat happens.” “I will send it to Narcissa,” said the young man, putting it with several others into a pocket. “She has quite a collection of curious plants already. The Comte de Saiiit-Cyr, the foremost engineer of the day, the prime mover in the gigantic scheme ot connecting tho Atlantic and Pucilio by a canal througli the Tehuantepec isthmus, was visiting Monsieur de Cha-lussc, an old Iricnd of his, in a small town in southwustern Texas. Of a wealthy and ancient Lorraine family, the self exiled Comte de Chalusse had come to Texas during the epidemic of emigration that swept over Germany and France, when the ill-starred society of Meyencc sent over enthusiastic Germans by the shipload. A friend of Salm-Salm, Clia-lusse had visited the Sophieii-burg near Nassu, and shared with the prince the vision of a future empire upon tho banks of the Llano ami the Rio Grande. When tho society of Mayciice failed, and Salm-Salm returned to his Rhine castle, leaving tlic Sophieiiburg to tho owls and bats, Monsieur de Chalusse returned to San Antonio, and late in life married a beautiful American from one of the Southern States. When he heard that the great engineer had come to America, and was seriously undertaking the task of cutting the great canal, Chalusse wrote to him, urging him to come to Sah Antonio for old friendship’s sake. SaiDt-Cfr responded as cordially to the cordial letter of iiivitaiion, and curious to see his old friend, followed his letter as soon as practicable. The meeting was alfccting. The Comte de Chalusse poured out a torrent of questions concerning his country, his old homo. Saint-Cyr recounted his triumphs, his sorrows, his joys. It was tho meeting of brothers. A neat-serving woman brought in cakes and wine. They did not see her. After two or three hours of uninterrupted enjoyment, wherein both often talked at once, Madame de Chalusse, still beautiful, though no longer very young, appeared. “Messieurs, I am sorry to disturb, but dinner has been waiting for lialf an hour;” then, seeing tho untouched cake and wine, “Edmondc, I wonder at your thoughtlessness-Monsieur do Salut-Cyr must be faint.” Chalusse looked from (the waiter to his wife in comical dismay, but Saint-Cyr replied, coiirleously; •‘Madame, I have thought of nothing but tho pleasure of seeing an old friend for tlio first time in thirty yea IS.” “Have you found him much changed by his ill-fortunc?” “Ill*for(unc ? My dear lady, I consider him tho most fortunate of men. he hasn’t deserved such happuioss.” His admiring glances pointed his rcmai'k. The ladv made some gay reply, and the Unco went in to din-ncr. Tho table; was set in the couftyard of the bouse, w'hlch was built in the airy, pleasant Mcxie^Tii fashion. Large trees that grow in tho open space shaded the impromptu salle-a-inau-ger, and flowers, in pots of Mexican eartlienwarc, bloomed upon tlio surrounding verandas and balconies. “Where is Narcissa?’’ asked .Monsieur do Clialiissc, as they took their scats. As be spoke a young lady appeared upon tho upper piazza, and presently entered the court yard a little out of breath. She' was about nineteen or twenty years of age, and fitly clad in summer white. “My daughter, this is the old friend of your father, tho Comte do Saint-Cyr, of whom you have so often heard. This is my only child, Rene.” Narcissa put out Iter hand and exclaimed : “Monsieur, is it possible? If you only knew how delighteil wo arc. We have talked of nothing but you for the past two mouths; in fact, ever siitcc we knew that you Mere to cut the great canal for us.” Saint Cyr looked at her wondcr-ingly. What fair flower of Franco was this blooming in the new world ? She had her father’s straight and rather cold features, but her mother’s “dark, vivid and eloquent eyes.” She had her father’s stalely presence and her mother’s beautiful hands and her graceful bearing. Her, smile was exquisite, her voice rich and sweet, her glance direct and brilliant, yet modest. Saint-Cyr was charmed. Ho drew a gentle sigh of regret for his long past vouth. Did he know how the young girl opposite him regarded him? How could he know her thoughts of his lion-like head with its crown of thick, silky liair; his black eyes, the fire of which no ago would ever dim ; his majestic, erect figure; his air noble, at once imperial and winning? What a pleasant dinner it wus. Tho great engineer thought it was tho [ileasantcst hour he had ever spout, and said so afterward. The scent of oranges was in the air, and in the cool shade of the colonnades Nar-cissa’s favorite flowers spread their silken leaves and shed odors of jasmine and roses. Then in the later evening, when the stars were out and the “Crescent moon, a sHver boat, Huiiii üiiu beliiud the trees,” the music from tho military band on tho plaza coming to them mellowed by the distance, they sat aud spoke of France. “I have longed to go to France,” said Narcissa to Saint-Cyr. “But papa says he will never return to his country; and no wonder, since Lorraine is no longer a French province; but,” dropping her voice for his car alone, “an old Mexican woman, a fortune teller, says I shall live in France some day.” “She is a wise woman,” said Saint-Cyr, smiling. “I can tell fortunes, too.” “Papa, do you hoar wliat the Count says? He can tell fortunes.” “He tias certainly spent them, and made them, so I’ve no doubt ho can tell them, too. Does he foretell the future of the canal ?” “Cela va sans dira,” retorted Narcissa; “besides, inoiisicur is not expending his inillioufl upon our canal. America is able to provide for her own.” “She does not provide in this case, mademoiselle; but if I were obliged to expend my money upon my ventures, I would do it without Jiesita-tion.” “Even upon the great canal ?” “^lost certainly. I hope you do not doubt my success ?” “Monsieur,” she returned, reproachfully, “it is the grandest undertaking since the builuing of tho pyramids.” They laughed at her enthusiasm. “But tell mo ot France,” she coii-tinncd. “My child,” said De Chalusse, “things are sadly changed since ’72. Look at liorraine.” “Papa,” she said, gravely, “you should not complain. Before’72 you had lost the battle of Waterloo; now, you have won it.” “That is a consolation that never occurred to mo,” said her father, amused; “but just at present 1 happen to be an American.” “I shall be the happiest woman in tho world,” said Narcissa, “when I can go to France, look about mo and say, ‘So this is my country; here ray father’s family for centuries past have lived and died, loyal subjects of tho soil.” “Subjects of tho soil,” repeated Saiut-Cyr. “After all, Edmoiide, the feelings of tho highest class and ol the lowest, even tho adscripti glebic, find tho same expression. It is the love of country that is the great want of tho middlc-classes.” The conversation drifted to tho discussion of the great social problem. The engineer had his own views of the subject, and gave them eloquent expression. Narcissa sat beside her father and iistcucd, as Dcsdcmona sat beside Biabantio aud listened to the Moor. Saint-Cyr thought of tho fair Venetian, and wondered if she were fairer than his country-woman. Tho next morning ho rose before tho sun and stepped upon the stone balcony adjoining his room. A figure in white moving among the liowers in the conrt-yard caught liis eye. It mms Narcissa with a watering pot in her hand. She looked very lovely in her cool garments of some thin wliitc stuff, her favorite flower—poor Josciiliiiio’s “Souvenir dc Maliuasion”—in the loops of her heavy, dark hair. She looked up presently and caught sight of him, smiled, and tvith a “bonjoiir, monsieur,” invited him to ilfcsccitd. Siic showed him her collection of rare plants and flowcj’S, and when he {laused before tho gem ot all, she of-f*red him the simrle bloom it bore, and bent to cut it oil’. “Many thanks, mademoiselle, but I bclievs I would rather not have that one.” She paused and turned her splendid eyes ni>on him, disappointed. “Why, monsieur, It is the rarest flower I have.” “Pardon, mademoiselle, the choicest one you have you have not ofl’ered me.” She looked seriously at him. “Is it possible ? Where is it? Show it to me, monsieur.” “And if I do ” “It is yours if you want it.” He pul out his hand ami touched the rose iu her hair. She smiled brightly. “Is the souvenir your favorite rose also, monsieur? It is mine, as you see; but you arc no botanist. It is by no moans tho choicest flower I have. Will you have this?—or this?” indicating the buds on the busli. “It is the rose in your hair, mademoiselle, that I ask for.” She unpinned it and loosened her hair at tiio samo tinte; it fell upon her shoulders in thick curls. “Oh, how awkward I am 1” she exclaimed, hughing; “see what you have mado. mo do, monsieur. You don’t deserve the rose.” “But you promised it to mo.” “Aud a Chulusso should keep her word.” She pinned the flower upon his coat. She was a goodly height; he did nut dwarf her at all. although he towered above most metí. “Brunchildo,” he murmured. ‘‘Am I so tall ?” she asked. “There I I have decorated you, monsieur; you are now a Knight of tho Rose; it should bo a fleur-delys instead.” And she went oflT, holding back the flood of hair’ that huiig irom her shoulders fur below tho waist. He followed her with his eyes, thinking deeply. A week passed, a delightful week to the ChaUisscs, but more particularly to their gues^ One day a little package and a letter, iK)stmarkcd “Presidio del Norte,” came to Narcissa. She o[>cncd tho letter first, then cried out: “From Victor, uianiina; he’s on tho Rio Grande.” “What does he send you ?” “That is a secret,” said Narcissa, blushing slightly, aud going out of tho room. “Victor Rembcrt Is my nephew,” exclaimed Madamo do Chalusse to Saiut-Cyr; “he is traveling in Western Texas.” “And Mademoiselle—Narcissa—” The lady was sharp willed, if a tri-flc nearsighted, aud replied, readily: “Narcissa and her cousin are brother and sister, monsieur. 1 do not approve marriages between cousins, the church forbids it.” Saiut-Cyr and Madame de Chalusse wore alone, so ho took courage.^ “Madamo,” he said earnestly, “what I am going to say may sound absurd. Tho differe'iico in age ia very great, but your daughter is very beautiful. It is absurd for me to say that I love her, and would give the world to marry her? Do you think she could love me? Look at me—I’m past sixty I” He walked up and down tho room. He would be supeib when he should be a century oKl. Madame de Chalusse admired liim with all her heart. A little smile flickered about her lips. She rose and wont to tim door and called Narcissa. Tlie young lady canjo in, with a saucer carefully held iu her hands. “Well, maman.” “The Comte dc Suint-Cyr wishes to speak to yon, my daughter.” Tlien to Saint-Cyr, In a lower tone, “Pardon me, monsieur, but I am not a Frenchwoman,” and then she went away and closed tho door after her. Narcissa advanced slowly to atable, and set thereon the jsaucer. A dry ball of faded green, “withered gmss was in it, floUing upon the surface of tho wáter. Saiiit-Cyr watched it curiously. The plant, apparently dead, slowly revived, opened by degrees, and as the revivitying water permeated its i-oots its color became fresh and moist, and Anally it lay upon the saucer a lovely flower—a green rose. “What is it?” asked Saint-Cyr. “Monsieur, it is the Rose of Jerusalem, the emblem of life—tho ever-living. Aud as tho water applied to it restores it to freshness and beauty, so does lovo Impart life—-fresh life'and youih—to the heart of age. Love never grows old.” She looked at him, and then looked down, ashamed of her audacity. Saint-Cyr started, and then drew her gently to him, kissing her downcast face. “My love, I read yonr parable.” And so tho world knows how the greatest man of his day when in the atteruoon of life, \voii for a wife a young and beautiful woman who ¡oves him devotedly.[Frank Leslie’s. The Central Inwa llailwajrCo. have lately floisbctl a uew steel and wi'ougbt iron bridso across tbe AHsiIssipi River at KeUhshurjr, III., an*l on May 16. 1886, will open ibeir line from I’oorla, HI., by putting on two daily trains, runiiint; througb to St. Paul, Miun., without change ot cars. I'liis is tbo most direct route from Peoria lo all points in (Jentfal and Western Iowa, Nortbern Nebraska, Minnesota, Dakota, and tlie Northwest venorully. Those con-templating a trip in that direction sbonhl not forget the Central Iowa Route. Single and round trip excursion tickets, at low rates, to all piincipal points tor sale by tiiat comp.iny’s agents, and by agents of all coiintctiug ruiiroads. Some Western papers uso ‘'oycloned’’ as a verb. Character in Hands. |Cn8«etl'8 Magazine for May.] Our Oriental friends, who are of a more slow and dignified character, disapprove of the Western custom of taking hold of the precious person of acquaintance, an a«»d shaking him for welcome. It.may be more dignified to bow, but if frankness and activity bo our characteristics, wc iiko the trustful mystery of a hand-clasp. It is an index iu itself. Tlio tormal and cold cliarac-ter offers straight fingers for an instant; the dull and apathetic lets us take hold of a hand like a dead tlsh; the energetic business man meets an old friend with a grip that brinjrs the water into his eyes; the warm-hearted takes our hand and holds it. The nervous hand, with an aflcctlonato swiftness, comes out most readily aud longiiiirly. Aud is there auvthing more natural to a revcrtyit love than the kissing of the hand that has been bountiful in lovo to us? Sec how far we have gone among mysteries I Character, habits and ago are the three things that are told by the liaiuls. When wo dre w tho character of “Heep,” tho hypocrite-and, as the schoolboys would say, “tho sneak”— Dickens did not neglect this tell-tale: —“Oh ! what a clammy hand his was 1 as ghostly to tho touch as to the sight; I rubbed mine afterwards to warm it, and to rub his off’. It was such an uncomfortable haii'l, that when I went to my room, it was still wet and cold upon my memory.” Even if it be not that of “Hcop,” the hypocritically humble hand is apt to writhe aud squeeze its bending fingers together. The hand that little Jack Horner mado sticuy with his own pie in his own corner, undoubtedly became with big Jack Horner a thick Angered puffy index of his partiality tor pies and plums. Littlo does the swaggerer who chiuks his small change, and cocks his thumbs out of his pockets, imagine that his tliumbs aud hands are as much his condemnation as tho bragging seals and tho chain that would anchor a ship. The stingy man has a tight hand; his tiMgers keep fast hold of a six- fieiicc, and his palm makes a careful lollow out ot which it can uot roll, until ho is quite sure ho is obligcil to part Avith it. Tho rough aud the refined hand arc difl'creiit with a ditfercuco like that of education iu the man. Tho lowest extremity of reughness is the hand of brute violence-acolossal pa tv, of iron strength, huge with muscle^ vein and siiioAv, but lacking all sensitiveness aud flexibility—defiant in its altitudes—a human tool that luts been turned Into a weapon. There arc refined hands that arc criminal also, but’ their character is tho more hateful because no trace is mado upon outward perfection, and their beauty is a Ho. One reads in the Avcll cared for, or, as wo might say, the e<lucate<l hand, not only its own refinement, but that of other gcn£ratioii8—the ancestors who lived at leisure from bodily toil, Avhose muscles were not stretched by labor, wlmsc fingers, little used, went slender to the tips, whoso very fingernails revealed easy times, by their oval shape, not pressed and Avorn into hard worked diminutive half circles. Yet one like* the strong hand—morally strong even if it has never been tasked with physical labor; the man’s hand that is not elfcniinate, the girl’s baud that is not a pretty Avaxwork, but a part of a helpful soincoiio, who Avouid be SAveetly willing to do something for somebody else. Unless it bo the weak hand of sickness, which is a most piteous sight, tho hand ot tho weak character is not what any one cares to clasp. More and more in in this Avorld wo want the hands that can do something. As Carlyle says, the first doing would be for niaiiy a revelation. Governmenc Cunin»! of llailroads. [Popular Scienc* Monlbly,] A second plan for making competition a public benefit has been that of State ownei'ship of part of tho competing lines. It has been tried on a large scale in Belgium and Prussia, and on a smaller scale in most other countries, the United States not excepted. It was thought by tho advocates of the system that tho Government would thus obtain a controlling influence over the railroads Avlth AVhich it carne in contact, and bo able to regulate their policy by Us example, These hopes have been disap-[loiiited. Tho private railroad.s under such circumstances regulate those of the governnieut far more .than tho government regulates tho private railroads. There is uo chance to carry out any schemes of far sighted policy. If tho private roads are run to make money, tho government roads must bo managed with tho same end in vicAV. Tho taxpayers Avill not let the government lines show a deficit whilo competing private lines pay dividends. No administration Avould dare to allow such a thing, hoAVCver important the end to be attained. As a matter of fact tho government roads of Belgium and Germany Avcre as ready to give rebates as the private ¡UOS with which they came iuto competition. Iu Belgium they wont so faras to grant special rates to those persons Avho Avould agree uot to ship by canal niiderany circumstances. The same thing has been done in New York State; but in Belgium the peculiar thing Avas that tho canals and railroads both belonged to tho Government, and A’ct Avcro fighting one another In this Avay. Tho system of partial State OAvnership was hardly distinguishable in its effects from simple private Otvncrship, This fact has been clearly recognized Avithiu tho last twelve years. Within this porlotl, Bolginin, Prussia aud Italy have abandoned tho “mixed system.” Belgium and Prussia nave made State managements all but universal; Italy has practically given it up. Mr. Clevrlaiurs Varying MooJs. [MinncBpolis Tribune.| “’Deed, sah. President Cleveland is do best humored man I’ve ever seen iu tills house,” said an old colored attendant at tho White House this afternoon. Tho other servants speak of Mr. Cleveland iu the samo Avay. They praise liis general amiable disposition and laud his generosity. “Mr. Cleveland knoAvs us all by name,” said one ot them to your correspondent, “aud he never fails to speak when he conics in contact with us. Ho seems to bo fond of talking to tho servants, too. Tiicro is nothing hauglity about him Avhcu ho is aAvay from the croAvd.” “Do you mean to say ho Is harsh Avhcn ho is conducting public business ?” I asked. “Well, not that, hardly,” replied tho messenger, “but he sometimes gets pretty Avell out of patience. A mail Avho waits upon Mr. Cleveland iu hisofllco told me that the President talks aAvfulIy sometimes to tho people Avho come to see him. He gets out of patience, don’t ye knoAV, aud ho Inst tells Hiem he is through, and they can go. Oh I you’d be surprised to know how niaiiy men are ordered out ot the White House by tho President. A lot of them are tohl to get out. They arc men who come in and try to argue Avith the President. Noav, ho Avon’t permit that. When ho tells a person that he Avill or he Avon’t do a thing, he cxi>ccts that to be siifiicioiit, and it makes him mad to have any one contend or argue Avith him. I romcmbcr lo have responded to a call one day, and to have gone to the President's room on an errand, Avlieii I found tlio President ordering a man lo go. The scene was storm}'. “Was it a quai'rcl ?” “It Avasn’t much less. ‘You seem to Avant to question my determination in this matter,’ the President Avas saying, ‘and that is one thing I will not suffer. When I aniioniice my pnrposoto do a thing, Ihat settleH it, and you iior any other man can not enter into an argument with me on tho subject; and Avhen you do you trespass, aud you are no longer desired ill niy presence.’ Tho iraii Avas very angry, and Avas saying something about pig-hcadodness and a mail Avho never chaiigod his mind Avhcii ho kncAV ho Avas Avroiig.” There is another time Avhcn, it is said, tho President also gets out of humor. It is when he is delayed by a delegation. Under the present Avay of admitting people ;to tho audience Avitli tho President the latter is always in kiiOAvIcdge of the mission, and generally knows how long ho Avill be dctaiucd before ho secs the visitor. When a man or a croAvd enters his room ho looks up, and in greeting him or them he sIioavs an expression Avhicli plainly says, “This is a tAvo-miiiutc subject,” or “I will just give five minutes to this,” or “Ton niiimtcs is my limit to these people,” and Avhcn the time is up it is no trouble to sec it in tho Executive’s manner. Ho groAVS nervous and irritable, and his affability turns to gall. If the time is very greatly prolonged tho President becomes crusty, and if tho auditors fail to take the hint he gives them one by remarking that there arc others to bo heard. Tlio Homeless Kuffciiie. [PhII Mull Gazette. J The following is the latest stojy that is told about tho Empress Eugenio, Avho has over been a striking figure since the day she charmed Napoleon III. with the Avroatii of violets Avhich she Avore in her golden hair. “’TAvas morning then, but now the night has come.” A fcAv days ago, says tho chronicler, a visitor to the Marcus Church at Venice, where tho ex-Enipress is iioav staying, obsorvotl a lady, dressed in deepest inoiiruiiig, kiicciiiig ill long, silent prayer before one of tho side altars. When lac last she rose, she looked about her iu search of something Avhich she missed, and then Avalked sIoavIt aAvay, and supporting herself by the wall, toAvard the cnlrance, Tho stranger politely offered his arm, Avhich was gratefully acccptetl, tho lady mcaiiAvhilo explaining that one of tho beggars must have taken her silver lieaded Avalkiiig stick away, without Avhich she Avas “very helpless.” Outside the church two liv-leried footmen wore Avaiti'.ig. The stranger on retiring otforod his address card (alas, for cruel Nemesis, ho was a Gcriiiaii from Berlin), glancing at which the lady was seen to shudder slighily and then return the civility by whispering, “Empress Eugenie, and—hoiiiolcss.” “Stop tiller.’’ Re uler, (tun’i ftoal one, but Oiiy a bottle of Dr. UuU'sCougli Synip. ‘2je. A Perfectly Lovelr Story, BY KSQKRTON. Thi'rc vr«8 once a pcrtsetlf modern girl, AVilh perfectly modern n'nys, AVho 8.HW perfection in every tiling That hapucned to meet her gaze. Such perfecKy loVely things «he said. Ami perfectly awfni. too, That none wonld have dared to d' sbt he( word, So perfectly, perfectly true. Tbe weather, she said, in summer time, AV.ns perfectly awfully warm; Tho winter was perfect, too, when there camS Some perfectly terrible storm. .She went to a perfecilv horrhl sch.ol, In a perfectly horrid town; And ttie perfectly hateful teachers tliere Did thiugsup perfectly brown. Tho lessons were perfectly fearfully long, But never perfectly said; Ami when she failed, as often she did. Her face gi-ow perfectly red. The church she attended was imrfoctly mag— With a perfectly heavenly spire. And perfect crowds go there to near A pertoctly heavenly choir. The latest stvle is nerfectlr sweet, The last, tlie pcrfecte»t out: The books she rcn«ls are perfectly good, (Just here we raise a doubt). A ride she took was perfectly grand, On a perfectly gorgeous day. AVith a perfectly nobby friend of hers Who happened to pass that way. The perfectly elogknt falls she’d seen AVheu on the way to the lake. And the graphic description she gave us all AVas simply a modern mistake. Thd perfectly splendid foam dashed up In a iterfeetly killina style, And tho perfectly terrible waves came down In a perfectly lovely pile. I might go on with this perfect poem. Anil write to the end of time: But fearing to wear your patience out, Will bring an end to my rhyme. —[Courier-JonmaU CURKBNT FU.N. Sleight of band—refusing a marrlsgf oiTer.—[Texas siftings. Washingtonians arebuppy people. They are all oapltalUts.—[Detroit Free Press. This red flag busiue<is i« pyetty okU Old Noab was auarcblst.—[Lowell Citizen. The motto of the souialistio meohanlc— Hate hour»’ work.—[Boston Transcript. Professor-“Are you at tbeorem B or 0. Mr. Beukworlhy ?’• “1 guess I ant at sea.’* —[Harvard Lampoon. A contemporary announces a new story entitled “I’he Nood of .Aloiiey.” ITiat ha« loug been an old, old story with us.—[Boston Post. The small boy leayisJaig the alphabet ifl very much like tbe postage stani|)—b« often gets stuck on a letter.—[Boston Commercial Biilletio. A whisky war is going on at Ogietborpe. One class of calamity water aud twi glasses of beer can be had lor a nick.—[.Atlanta Constitution. Rustió Youth lo Bicycler—“Jilster, yoii'i better call at our bouse. Luts of things ti mend there, an’ scissors au’ thiugs to grind.—[Texas Siftiugs. Some one boldly asserts that the Ameii< cun ben is not doing her duly. Y'bil wouldn’t have us believe that hor son ii setting, would youf-[Yonkers Statesman Whatever else may he said of the Bostoi Dine it can not justly be called har4 hearted. It is so very considerate that it never boats another oinh.—[Boston Globe. “'llie doctur said he’d put m* on my feel aguiu in two weeks.” “Well, didn’t be d< it.” “lie did, indeed. I. lud to sell my horse and buggy to foot bis bill.”—[Texui Siftings. it is easy enough to give a strawberry festival. The press will always work up the festival Irec, and all tbe assooiatioi has to do is to beg tbe strawberries—[Non Orleans Picayune. Jane 3tarsh Parker has written a book wbicb she calls “The Midnight Cry.” We have not read it, but we know alt about ib and Jane has ntir sympathy. Tbe oats bother us, too.—[U.'unbier. “I UDderatand our ftieml Miss Illgbnote Is singing niih considerable success la South America.” “Is, eli? GLul lo bear it.” “That she is smslng?” “Yes—la South Ainerlca*”-[Tidbits. This appears to t>o rather a poor seasoa for Brooklyn amateur trout Rshers. O04 tMem —seiTssus th.it “there have bees plenty of tlsh aiit|»lenty of fisbernien, but very little (arailiikritT.—[Brooklyn Eaglo. “Madam,” said a shivering tramp, “w-will y-you glyc a p.poor fellow a oh-obanoe to getw-warmf’ “Certainly,” replied tbe wouuiii, kindly, you may carry in that ton ot ooal, but don't burn yourself.- [Fort Worth Guzetle. Heard in the struggling orowd at the departure of the stemship for Europe 1 First Voice—“AVsll, I wouldn’ go throuch (his crush again to see my own wife off!” Second Voice—“No, hut you would to see some other man’s.—[New York Trlonne. It was a Boston gentremnn Iu Paris, at-tending the rcoeHloa given by our Minister on Wasbiiigton’a Birthday, who, upon being asked in regard to the reception, said: “There was a thick undororust, a thin uppercrust and plenty ot jam—in fact, a sort of Washington pie.”—[New York Times. Scene—Highlands. Sunday. Tourist: “Cau you sell us three penny worth of milk, Missus?” Mrs. McJob—“Whit d¡il ye say? Losb mo!—sell tuulk on the Sail-bath day? Na, nal I oould na’ do that j but Hi ye seem dacent boys. I’ll gle ye IhrU panes worth for naetUlu,;’, an’ yi-’U j|.,t inak ma a praS'ient o’ a stmlllii.”—[ia>naoa Fun. Sick ami biliou-i ucaU.iv(.i-', and all d-> ran;:t nH‘i\t9 of stomach and I)owe!», eiucd bv D:-. Tierce’s “IVIIetN”—or auti bdioin gramil 25 conts a vial. No cfi- ap !>oxi.i toulioo \vas;e of vlitues. Bj druggi*l*.

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