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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - November 20, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio ÉÜrr'-Tlii Vol. XL.I. -TVo. 40.ci:^"oirv:xA.Ti, ’rn;uR«i»i>A.Y, yoviij^ibkh, so, ish4. #1 F*er Year. 1111*8 LOVEBS. A Wakins SoTif. BT FBIIX QKAT. Out of tbecavcnwof Nipht, Out of <lark Slnmlwr't abvssea, Dre« I my 1ot« «-ith ki»»c8, Back to the ann’a awcet light. Bor when waking I lookol on her faee, Afliiali with the alien alow Of a light 1 cotilü not know— Ot a glory 1 might not trace— Instant my bmlinc soni Was fliletl with a frantic fear; And 1 iKiemeil, on a smideo, to heai* *'unereal bells a-toll. O whither wQst roaming, roy Sweet? Beside what strt'ams delaying? In w hat fair meadows straying With idly loitering feet? Whose whisi er, low and tender. Awoke th.at smile of Rladness lliat shook my soul to sadness? Was it tome seraph slender— Leaning from llearen’s high portal. With eves of womtroiis luster. And locks that shining, cluster About a beauty immortal? What spake he of hearenlv bUsaea, Of rapturous soags siiiiernal, Of glory and gladness eternal— When 1 broke in with my kisaes? NOTES AND NEWS. Hircbcr originated the germ theory of diaeaaea 200 yeara ago. Henry Bergb, the dumb animal*! friend, l! quite a dude in dreaa. Engliebmen are, it would seem, becoming kaa and lesa a cigardovlng nation. John Kuskin thinks that all right educa* tion should include the history of Uve cities—Athena, Home, 'Venice, Florence and London. The atone earcophagus for the tomb of Calbouu has been tinisbed, and will at once be set in St. Philip’s Cburcbyard, Charleston, S. 0. A nine-ton I limn of coal, claimed aa tbc largest ever uiiiicd, will represent tbc coal interests of Hirrainghain, Ala., at the New Orleans Kxbibitiou. A Cbineae doctor at Viotorla, B. C., is re|)ortcd to have mmle -sonte remarkable cures III cases where white pbyslolaus had given them up as incurable. Boston now possesses that literary 0!n. eeiiicnoe, a Bureau of Indexmaking, and aitbors need no longer worry about the indexes BO necessary to a w'ell made nook. f^uite a constellation of cclenrities came into the English heaven at once. Glad-stone, Teiiiiyson, Darwin, Mrs. Browning and Lydia Tbutnpsou atl were burn in the year UWO. Apfominent member ot tbe Tennessee bar, noted for tbe extreme carelessness of his p«.‘rsonaI ap|ioarance, was taken for a tramp und placed under arrest in tbatbtate last week. Huxley’s I.g>ndon physiciau solemnly but quite superfluously says that the* Proles* sor’s prcscut poor health is ’’purely phys* ical.” Most |>oor health is open to the same suspicion. Tivo Chinamen In Sacramento had a foot race of 100 yards a few days ago. The beat* en roan subsequenllv remarked that it ho had carried a chicken in bis hand ho thought be could have done better. Colonel Samuel W. Qoodc, of Atlanta, is BOW engaged in tbe good work of maturing practical Ida us to induce immigration, chiefly from Canada, to the cheap ana fer* tile unoccupied lands of Georgia. Chicago has under consideration the proposition of a local physician to instl* lute gratuitously an examination into causes of defective sight among the pupils of the public schuols of that citv, with a view to remedying existing difllcuities, if posBibte. Recent statistics on tbe eompsrative longevity of the sexes show that under 15 years there are more boy's than girls, but over seventy-five years there are more wo* men than men. and from the ages of 90 to 100 the proiMirtion is about three to two in favor of w omen. A Lively Cider Bnrrel. [itochMtfr UewoRrat.j A prominent member of tbe local police force purchased a fine barrel of eider from a farmer a few weeks since, and carefully stored it away In bis cellar for winter use. This barrel of cider was no exception to tbe rest of its brethren, and soon began to ferment. Yesterday, about noon, the good people in the ncighboihood ot the officer’s house w ore startled by a sound as If a can* non had been flr<id in it. Rushing to the spot, it was tound that.tbs barrel bad burst, sending cider, staves and hoops in all directions, and actually knocking out one of the brick piers from nnUer the fouu* dniion. In conscquei.ee of this the bouse has settled so that several of tbs doors cau not he ojieued. No one was iqjurod. O. M. ». 'Walking down Broadway it very pless-snt when you feel well, and T  K- never felt b<*tter than wlien his friend asked him how be got over that severo oough of bis so Biieccllly. **Ah, my doar boy,” said T— , ‘ U. M. D. did It!” And bis friend wonden d whut G. M. D. meant. He knew it did not lucMII a Good Many Doctor#, for X K had tried a do/cn in vain, ‘*1 nave it” said be, Just hitting tbe nail on tb« bond, ‘‘you mean Dr. Pierce’s Hidden kledical Discovery,’ or Gold Medal Deservtsl as my fri* iid J S— always diibe It.” iiold by druggihts. A Kansas Fsliior’a Regrets. f Rockville Globe.] We arc under obligations for an invita* tion to attend a hop at the new opera house In Schell City Friday evening. We regret that WHikiiig is so bad between here and there that it is impossible for us to attend. A Game Pictui*e. [Msi) and Exprcw.l A photographer in India secured a ncga live of a tiger in the act of killing a buflalo, and it is regarded as a great prize. If you .are fsilfng, broken, worn onl snd nerv-suNUMi "Wciis’ ileglth it«iicwcr.” |l. Druggiiti. BY ALFRED CRAYON. “No!” thnmlcreil a raau’s voice. Pretty Lily Boscobel looked frightened. She tv A3 fragile and timid, with long-lashed hlue eyes and soft, curling, pale-brown hair. Very much less of vehement denial would have sufficed to drive the'little creature discouraged from her fiithcr’s presence; but so great was his anger that even this explosive monosyllable was not enough to express his excitement. “You will uot go near the AVyldes, if KateWylde sends for you every hourin the da.v. Not that I care for them; but you nleet Lannt Winslow there, and—and I have other plans for you, Dou’t deny it!” eyeing sharply the wide blue eyes, quickly upraised. “Deny it; father ? Why should I ?” Peter Boscobel frowned aud stopped. There was something in the fálr childlike face which quited his excitement. “I did nut say that you cared anything about him, hut I have heard—. It is enough that I say you cau not go 1” abruptly. Lily silently left the roou, a submissive little figure in a lilac dress, so delicate and frail a little figure, that the man’s heart smote him as he looked after it. It was only two years since Lily’s mother had died, and she B*as exceedingly like her iiiotlier. . “You can go anywhere else, Lily,” he called after her more kindly. Lily went back to the parlor, and tried bravely to continue her practicing; but after a few niinutc.s, the small fingers faltcre<l from their task, and the fair head drooped upon the folded arm, y’hlle the great tears, bravely kept back so long, splashed uiKiu the piano keys. Peter Boscobel would have stoutly denied that he did not love his daughter; but since his love seemed never to temper his sternness, what did it mutter to that tender spirit that she B*as secretly his idol ? Unfortunately, his was one of those exceptional uatures which do not know how to show love. His child, who was his heiress and the object ot his life’s ambition, starved and perished daily for a realization ot aflfoc-tioii. Never in her life, she remembered, had her father bestowed upon her a caress. No other want was left unsatisfied : eA’cry accx)mplj3liment was bestowed upon her. bho lived iu luxury ; but, so exacting his, nature, so stcru his manner, tliis man had ever extended a slavery of force over the sole daughter of his house ami heart. But that he was her father, aud, apparently, the sole arbiter of her fate, she would never have spoken to him. So many, many times, when he did uot dream of it, he had nearly broken her heart. It was uot her disappointincnt she was crying for now—Ihongh, in h'cr loneliness, she had longed for the visit to the pleasant Wyldcs—hut that she had been trcateil as a rebel, aud her innocent request met with a harshness which she felt had no cause. But by and by her tears dried with a secondary thoughtr—ÍAiunt Winslow. Why sUould her father care that she did meet him there? He was Kate Wyldc’s cousin—had been, brought up with her. He w*as CoKiiiel "Wyldo’s favorite nephew*. He was a goiitleman. She was sure, in girlish phraseology, that he w as “iiioe.” What gentle ways he hadj What a mellow voice to sing with 1 What a responsive thrill Kate’s hearty delight that he was not going to Florida for the winter had awakened in her hoai*t. All at once her father’s moaning came to her. The scarlet blood surged to her temples, and she caught her breath. Handsome Launt Winslow choose her for a sw'eethcart I She h.*ut never dreamed of such a thing. But now she started up nervously, and began wandering restlessly alwut the room, toiiuliing things absently and aiinlcsMly, the young cheek flushing and paling by turns. Had she caretl to go to the Wyldcs because Launt Winslow was there? She ’.vas fain to deny it, hut the sudden voice ot her heart held her spellbound aud in maidenly fear. Poor, lonciv little LUy! This experience liatl found her out very early. She was hut seventeen, and modesty itself. It was not iu her to arrogate to herself any im]>ortance as Peter Boscohcl’s heiress; and she did not know how' lovely she was with her forget-me-not eyes aud simple sw’cetness. “Launt AV^tislow was no younffster, but, at twenty-seven, a man of the world, and, uuconscioiisly, her hero. She did not dream that he had openly expressed his admiration for her, aud that it had reached her father 8 ears. But. to do Laiint Winslow justice, he did uot care a fig for her father’s money. Pretty little Lily was his ideal of what a woman ought to he, and his pleasure iu her was iuvolun-tary. Lily came no more to the Wyldes, aud he Wiis annoyed. Aud, havlug his little idiosyncrasicH ot character, and accidently learning tliat Peter Boscobel had said that his daughter “wasn’t for a son of Jick Winslow’s,” he determined to sec Lily, and let her know how* much he thought of her. “Poor, pretty little thing! He doesn’t use her halt decently. She’s as afraid ot him as if he were a bear. him A CITY IN THE AIR. 1 don’t    know him,    hut    I’ve    alw'ays j and stoinl there, with his hat in his heard from    my father    thaj    Boscobel    hand and his foot uiwn the step. “Pardon me, hut I have not spoken to you for so long. I have learned a had habit of lingering nc.u* here lately,” with a faint smile, ¡“From the street I have seen the light shine out from your chamber every Bight for a week.”    j ^Tnslow’s voice. Then she saw step in at the open door. “Oh!” she cried, covering her face    .......    ..a    .    . with her hanfis.    l^umlcrful    Pueblo    of Ancient “What is the matter? Are you    Acoma. frightened? Have I frightened you ?” ho asked gently. “No, no ;^not you!” said Lily. He came to the side of the barouche, • was ahvays a savage. There was some promotiou in military aifaire when both were iu the army which made my father and hers rivals, aud Boscohei would never give my father his title of captain, and hated him as long as he lived.” This Lannt Winslow confided to his cousin Kate. But Lily continued invisible. Meeting Captain .Tack Winslow’s son in the street one day, and taking covert cognizance of his feet and inches, Peter Boseohcrs dislike to the handsome young man grew stronger than ever, and he went home and shorteued Lily’s chain by a link or two. [&aut.a Fe Cor. t.awienoc (Ka«.) Journal.] The puohloof Acoma, situated ninety miles west of Alhuquerqno, is one of the most romark.'iblc communities in New Mexico or the United Slates. To roach it take the Atlantic & Pacific Kaiii'oad to McCarthy Station, and then transfer to an Indian pony and ride eighteen miles south by cast. When near your journey’s end you lie paused. To Lily his voice was |    almost    imperceptihlv    into    the sweetest music. Between thinking ot ,    .    ...    ..i this and wondcrin* what, he would vailcy 6.:. nides in width, in Ihe mid-think of her situation the|’e, she w as die of which stands a butte, and on nearly distracteti. But Lpunt Wins- the top of this is Acoma. Eight hun-low went on quietly talkiiig.    di*cd people are living there, and they “I saw you come out t4-niglit and come in here. You are com!” abruptly, for Lily was shivering.' In a moment he had pulled off his fnr lined coat and wrapjiod it around “When you wish to go out, Lily, her carefully, in spite of her protests. I don’t like to go in tne carnage, see j'oung girls strolling about the citv.’ But Lily did not go out enough for her own good. When she did, she went in the carriage, as her father in-strncUid; and so it chanced that Launt Winslow saw the sweet pale face once, twice, thrice, among the purple cushions of the Boscobel barouche, and from the sidewalk lifted liis hat. Each time the eyes of the two met the blue ones, startled, sweet; the liazcl ones, Cloqncn4,    . Lannt Winslow' meant now, if it could be done, to win Lily Boscobel. Her father did not guess the resolve in the heart ot the young man, hut was planning against him none the less steadily. He did not w'ant ha nart with Lily, hut he had a wcakne.ss for rank, ainl for the first time in his life he dined with a iiohlenian. And Lord laither Lawton Langley had siiUl: “1 have seen your daughter. A lovely young lady, Mr. Bosco-bcl. Pray give me., an introduction.” Plain Peter Boscohei W'us flattered as many a more superficial man had been, and secretly began to make plans for I.ily. 8he was pretty and aooomplished, and he w'as rich. Why should she not marry this nobleman, who was seeking for a wife, people said ? 80 he brought Lord Luther home to dine one day, and Lily was exquisite ill a dinner d^ess of wine dark velvet and still as a nun, hut none the Ic.HS lovely for that. Loixl Luther w as houestlv charmed; and their ancestors have gathered there the sum of their possession.s for nearly three centuries. This butte is one of many that aro the remnants of a mesa that has been worn away by ,    ... 1 . the erosion of the ages, and survives blue rclv»t.lre8saa «he w.,agltatod.    here "I fear you are atreut onim. l^ar child, why shouM you be? I l«ve j have seen them covered with waring Indeed, she was not so cold in her! yon, Lily,” he said, tendoHy. Then Lily began U> cry, “Poor little thing! I meant to make you happy,” he said, standing there quietly. . Blit from Lily’s sobbing breath he certainly could not gness how very hapiiy his mere presence made her; and the reason he evinced no surprise atlUiiyery singular fact ot a young luuy    Tttfrrm—líUiiVSiiníC groin aiKl flo<*ks of sheep. Some time in the seventeenth century the Laguiio, or valley Indians made war upon the Aeomas for the possession of the countiy, aud the latter being tlie weaker occupied this butte as a «lefeiisive imsitiuii believed tobe Impregnable. Their judgement has loeen ahuiulantly indicated. It coach hou«7 in her lalhcr’e e«riHap, | J", ¿7,7;' r|, oil a cold November evening wa. he- 1¡„ !,pp,.„achiiig it oau«c lie liad observed l-ord Lultiers    willi    the goings and comings—and when he saw the little figure flying out of the house directly after that gentleman’s rcsomblaiice to the pictures 1 have seen of that grim fortress that frow ns .    11..    over    Ihe    straits    to flic Mediterranean, apiiitlaiiee, he giie«,ed soiiiewliat at the lu ll, ami deteriiiiimi to strike14^0    -j,,    «.vemi ivlii e tlie iron was ho . It I.ily would    po,,.„„ii,,„|a|.. There notli«teii toI,or.Uaillier, iK,'rliaii«,lie two nieaii» of ascent, one by a would listeii to linn.    ,,    ,    :    fli'^tit    of    ete|i«    cut into the face of tlie 'lonrlatlici-ills,ikes tne Lily, hul|....f„ „ 1^.',...... anrflo of I'ortv- I don t know why. A mere matter'    •    J of a star or button, I think, in my j,, of tlm mo been trodi stops aro lioll troughs. Either one is exceedingly difiicult and neither is tolerably safe. We chose the one along the fissure. To an idea of tbe laboriousnosH of father’s ink. in my day. Hurcly I aiu not to blame. I am an honest man. 1 have something of wealth and position, and I love you dearlv. 8urcly you do uot dislike me, Lily.” A little white hand stole out from under the overcoat and Was roceived in his; and then T^uiit W^slow went on more hopefully with hri love niak-ing. j A ml the clock struck eighty and nine, I and ten, wJiile they talked, exchang-' ing mutual oontideuves so sweetly Ihcr by a fissure into the heart h ways have uman feet until the ed out like shallow .B^vra xt .ajisarisva «v sa>''    ixxj    y v siia a 111 vxi ^ j « < saiwvsstos    v/j»    v'*-.    ^ es|)ccially when, at her father’s re- that the moments fiew, Idly’s silvery quest, she played and sang for him. Bui Lily went to her chamber after ho had gone, and secretly whispered to herself that ho was horrid. She didn’t like his watcry-hlue ej'es and broad smile; and his hot hreatli upon her cheek, when he turned her iimsic, made her shudder. No. the truth ivas that Lord Luther syllables, aud even musical laugh, at last mingling with his own eager and earnest uUerances. Tlie time flew’wlth them ;*but not so witli Peter Bos«'obcl. at Mr. firosveiior’s office and rising to odi the task, imagine a stoirwav starting id the top of the spire of the Methodist ('hurch, then continuing on an easier anirle for KKJ feet and then rising agiiin by a steeper gr.*ide tlian ever to an elevation liiglier than the weather vane on the university, and tliis stairway a precarious footing along the sides of a gash in a rugged momitain, with 1 eicr liosi ooei.    may know* liow'we reached lie came ill directly alter Lord Lu-    ^Vitli all the danger and thor, and found the latter alone. Tlien the search for Lily commenced. AH through the Hcli rooms, fatigue, it is a laughable sight to sec a iierson—some other person-make the ascent. One lias to stride over was not so bad, as lords go, but her, at tlio next door, oyer tlie way. Lily | jisHuWoiie foot on the right-hand I * ..II ....... .1—..... I.....1.1    found    ill    the    iieiglibor-    '    ■ heart was all given to her little droain of Launt Winslow, and she w anted none of him. The less often she saw Launt, the moro she thought of iiiiii, and the warmer and sweeter were her thoughts. Well, Loid Luther came again and again, and yet again to the Boscobc'l mansion, and, it turned out, aske»l could hood. ide and the other on the left, and at , ,    _    1    T .L 111! the iMnino time piTin Gie hamia Loug before. Lord Luther liad de- j    ngaiiiKt    the    rocks    for su|ii)ort. parted, much oflciided.    j    Indian    will    throw    a live sheep As the time passed, 1 otei* Boscoliel i    ,),.i;k    and    go    up quite rap- grew distracted. Lily s ah.senoe simke i ¡,,|y wPho„t tom hiiig either hand to idly without . . .    -    1 I 1 J 1 .    I. I the    rocks; I had been cruel: ho ha*l driven his ¡ Ks never her prescuee had done. He j    i    a,a satisfied 1 could Peter’8i>enu5.sfiion topayliieiwidreises night—whiin he    lyalkiiig    ihi to his daughter, for Lily’s father said:    I^te    long    drawingJi*oom    like    i “Lord Luther comes this evening to sec you. If ho ask.s you to marry íiim you will consent.” 8nch a wild, white face as the child turned upon him! But Peter Boscohei was light!ug st cigar, and did uot see it before it drojqied again. When Ins cigar was lighted to his satisfaction, he weut out. “I can not I ciied Lily. It was already 6 o’clock then, and 1 can uot! I can not! ” i .'«hr father some lime.’ “You will take cold. child away.    |    'Phev told us of a pathetic iiieident It was past II—It was nearly mid-1    ¿ocurred on the outer stairway  several geiieraiioiis ago. .Several men starteil up, each with a sheep on his hack. Wlicn nearly to the top the sheep eariicd by the loremost man heoaine restless, and the slieplierd in trying to hold it fast lost his tooling, and in falling swept his companions over the precipice and they all iell on the rocks at the toot in a lifeless heap. The IiKiians have carved a representation of the accident on a rock near whero it occnrrod, which scarcely serves to steady the nerves of those who go hj' that route. The top of the elevation is level and contains an area of tiO or 70 acres. the a crazy man. Meanwhile, Launt Winslow had just said: “I siipi>ose that sw’cll has gone, Lily. 1 should lie happy to jwice here, like a sentinel, all night, and watch over your slumbers, if you wish to sleep on those cushions under my overcoat; but 1 am afraid youwiíl take cold; and you will have to faee am I lIow selfish I said Lily, descejidhig from the the short November day nearly done.!    resloro    the    ------- ------- Prettv soon    a servant came into the !    -’“'Ml V#    n é    ii    At one side stands the pueblo, a blunt drawingroom    to light    the    gas, and in    But the    result    was    tlifct    she    onh    pyramid of adohe and stone lioney- tivn minutes more the Indl ramr. fut clasped to liis breast Ipr one sweet    j-oonis,    at    the    other    the iu^^tant.    ,    church and graveyard, aud near the Then he    lueked her little    hand    uii-    (.(.nror a pond of pure water thirty jder his arm, and inarched iu to herj|-,.yt ¡n depth and several rods iu ex-I father. ‘ “I have brought Lily hack. We The priest w as iiiiidc acquainted are engaged to he married. And I live minutes more the Ih*11 rang Then, hearing the dreaded voice asking for her, Lily started up and ran out of the house. Barc-lieade»^ she ran across the broad flags of the yanl, and then, chilled by the sharp iiiglitair, darted into were barouche father’s Stanliuixi, besides various otiier vehicles. In a twinkling she had leajicd into the ¿real camaie 1.01,so tvUero »l'»l "o'■>»<>«' o'- 'o ««M I»t too n,.o.i,<of I lahgciUoc Uoaoohel oo. iK-, the    '«‘/'‘"hioK    «way! from l^in i|,„ iohahi, oche in which .1,0 drove aiiá her I"    *•«'i When Poor Lily Iiaved in a very panic slijckeu aiul unrcii'-oning manner, hut it did not take much reasoning to a-seiirc her with tlic object of our visit, and the tlic ihnrch hell brought inhabitants of llicvillagu around hen tlicy under»loo<l that the ’    title    to their lainls was iu    question w ho    had never    jj^d come to    take    testimony I they .show cd gro»t interest, and dis- '■    ’    ■'.......’    ..    :-4. involved consid-a came 'Fhat was five    years ago.    Lily rides j    on a    number oi tlie    men    who had in that «‘arriage    to-day, w ilh her hus- j    l>(;cn    at work in the    valley    came up. boldly. The man of iron, bent, was broken. the haroiichc and cowered diwu In a ‘’|>‘ui’t run away from your father |    tl.c    vurious    lafints    involvei corner upon the velvet cushion, pant*    V'-'*    he    saul.    ‘\ou    may    j    hie    intelligence,    consid ¡ug aud li'^tciiing.    '■    **uiiiy    whom    you    please.    jcriug their limited o]iportunities ton Poor Lily! of course she had be- •    ♦    -r    *    ♦    t    | knowledge of law. As niglitfall earn hand and two darling children. that she (lid not want I.ord Luther, ,,    „    ^    ,,,    ,    ,    , «■hi, 1,1-ll-i.y eye. a,„l U.-oa.l «,„lle.    Xt (o make love to her. Lily could hear ¡ .juj m tuiii way imihíUvcIv «ur a great deal hut she v'uuhl not hear that. 8o she sat panting and listening, w’ith burning cheeks aud a beating heart, when ¿lie hcai*d a step whicli nearly uiaJc her heart leap out ol her niodtii. She held her breath, hoping, after an instant, that it might he Jerry coming to lock up the coach house. But it was net, for a voice said: “Miss Boscobel-Lilv—will you allow me oue moment?’^ A little changed with agitation, cvideutb'. hut Lijy knew Launt the stem. i.-atiirrh. General Jolin Newton iu liis anuiuil 'rc. port asks fiSHO.UOO for the defense of h<J8ton Harbor by ihc oonstruetioii of turrets. The new British Minister to Germany, ®ir Edward Malet, will piirry Lady Erinyntnide Russell in Docemlier. The year has four seasons, durim! all of which keep on hand Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup. _ _ Prnirie dogs were served at a game din-iier in Montana, and praised. “Ruiigb oil itC. Dqnmit' loots I'owikr. Try h- ; hriiiging delicious iieaches anil : grajKS, w hich we were glad to acccid I in view of the im.'ugcr jircparatiuns ) tor «upper. iVc sh’pt in tliu church, '\vr:ipiM*«l u]i 111 our Navajo blankets and never felt more sceure or haiipier in out lives. When the gray dawn peered tlirongh the little mica window panes it revealed groat roof beams more than a foot in diameter ami thirty or forty feet long, and through the open tower a hell that was cast in */10. How these immense timbers and this bell wcro brought lip to the top of this cliff no one living knows, Tiic Indians shako their heads and the priest shakes his, but no one veiitmes an opinion. The limbers are there, however, as wit nesses, and morning and night, as the seasons come ami go and genero-tions pass awav, the hell speaks for itself in the silvery tones that pleased its loiiuder in far-off 8pain when King George was on the throne. The adoljos—or the earth of which tlicy wero made—were brought up fhun Ihe valley also, for the top of the butte was a bald rock hi the beginning. And the earth for the graves came the same way, rctiuiring forty years, the priest said, to eomplcte the graveyard. It is the only completed grav'oyard 1 have ever seiin. The old priest seemed very happy in the charge of his flock ami ids flock seemed happy in possession of him. When the time for our departure came there was handshaking and handshaking nd a grockms blessing from the old man, and a message to Father Do Foiiri, and we clhiihed down from the city in the air and rode hack in silence to the railroad. Vacafies in Hats. tMagazine ot Art.] If We examine one of Flippino Lippi’s “Adorations of the Magi,” in which ho has collected representatives of all the wealth and luxury of his age, we shall And ahiimlant ovidciioe of the varied and curious forms of the hat which then prevailed iu Italy. Here are not only the hood simple, or tuNied into a cap; not only the plain fez and the fez rising something like a tiara, looking as if three le/zes had iiecn placed one on another, the whole supported on the head by a double roundlet, hut nil kinds of fant.astic forms. One ro-scinbicsn niagiiiiicently gilded twelfth cake, a se<!omi may he Iik(?ncd to a collection of melons poised on the top of a turban ; a third Is a blue sugar loat with the hood tied round its base, tnc point entotf and the round space painted red; a fouiTh re])rcsents one of those enormous shells which mark a mariner’s hoinc; a fifth is shaped like a beehive, licing nothing but a long roundlettivistiHi six times to the form of a licad^ and finishing at the crown in a kind of tendril. Others have enormous fans like brims corning out on either side of the brow and streaked so as to look like the petals of a gigantic sweet jiea, or the same brims are seen with tall crowns covered with gilt braid. And if vve may trust Uccello, still more fantastic was the headgear oil llaUMlfcinldlicra* Iu ooo of bis battle pieces at the Louvre the hats of the combatants come out from tlie background like so many great aud marvelhiisly streaked Chiucsc lanterns dancing through dark streets at the head of a procession iu carnival lime. Thus tlic spirit of evil sought in the fifteenth century to create in Italy a Merry Andrew world and so turn men’s thoughts from fastening too seriously on the dissolution which threatened their iiulionul life and liberties. \ Chui*oh <ioii»a l>ojj’8 GumhI Memory. [Ucv. S. (JuihiDg In Congrej;at'*)aal'et.] When pastor in Sonthbridge, Mass., a geiitioinan connected vvith the church frequently called at the parsonage, accompanied by a dog of rather small size, which bccamo a pet at the house. He always went vvith his master on Sunday to church, and would lie down at tbe doorway of the iwiw, which was near the pulpit. As soon as I commenced Ihe service the dog would invariably start and walk into the altar audio the top of the pulpit steps, and there Ho down lacing the congregation and remain a quiet and attentive lintcncr through the service. As the congregation rose at the singing of the last hymn the dog would retrace his steps to his master’s pew, resiiect-fiilly wait there till the benediction was pronounced, aud then retire with his mast(*r. The gciitlcmau removed to an adjoining town. Six weeks after his removal I exchanged pulpits with . his pastor aud entered (he clinrch and pulpit, not having seen him or the (log since he left 8oiith-bridge. When I comiiu'iiced service that dog recognized my voice aud scratched at the ]>cw door to be let out; and, coming to the top of the pulpit stairs, he lay down as formerly till the closing hymn, when he arose and vveiii l>aek to the pcwas he did in 8outh bridge. This surprised the« ongiega-tion, as the dog, always at church, had roniaincd in the ¡mw, (|ulctly till at this time, and never went to the pulpit artcrwaid. Humor at a Miinli-r trial. íllnUimore .\i>t,>ri<rnn.) Groat inorriinoiit rang through the ouiirt room ut the Ihiz<-ltine murder trial (vhon the clerk, Uiiring tbc seloctien of a Jury, callc.l out, “A. Turkey.” In rosiwns** A. Turkey stopiMti up. “A. Turkey allirius, hut will not swear,” enllod out the oricr. it was (oihsr<jm‘ntly leariicd that he was opposed to capital piinishmcnt, and he was excused. The mirth that attond»'d his stepping down was not dccrcaiM-d by a wreichcd joke that went arouint tiinong lue lawyers to the cllVct.that It vvns too near Thanksgiving Day for him to apnroic of capital puiiishmcnt. A Boiilcmeiit. [Pruku'sMagMAinc.] A guest enti'rlng hurriedly tiirprisos a man and wife flushed, Indignant, and disheveled. “What’s the matter,” be asks. Ilusoaud (imimphaully >—We are settling as to who is boss. Guest—Have you settled It? Wife (victoriously)—We have. “Which is 11?” PqtU-.Mel A November Mhetch. BT R. /. srSMTTR. All tbc Roltlcn rod is gone. Tidy dnm. And the dead leares on the lawn, lairoly turn, Tell me timt the summer's fled. And the iHitterllies are dead. And the tennis days are sped, Tlayduro. Chill November’s dreary skies, Gold and gray. Seem to turn de dan aurprise, Tnmtl (lay. And the sobbing ot tbo brook In the tol de ni nook Brings llie tia, la. la, la crook By the way.    • But tlie dying sunset’s gtoir Iu tbc west Lina its rol de liol to show On itscreif. By the hilltops touched with gohl, Knm dull) dum in splendor roUedl Tul lal lal ill glory foM, OÍ tbe blest. When life's summer time Is spcut Here below, And its him iii turn is blent Ho, ho, ho! Winter skies fal lal I'al clear. For tne ta de la is near. And the mm tu turn appear —Soft and low. CVRRKNT ri'N. Too thin for connubial comfort—A sleiuler salary. Circuit Court-Sneaking around the house to avoid the dog.—[New Y'ork Journal. Now that the election is over, it Is iiossiblc for a man to walk a whole block without having to shake hands with the genial candidate.— [Boatou Transcript. “Have railroad tniins instinet?” asks a correspondent of the Pittaburg (Hiroiiiclc. Go to the immigrant car, thou shiggani, and learu wisdom.-[Burlington Hawkeye. It is very true, niy sou, that “Puss ill gloves catches no mice,” but then you must hear in rnlnd that a cat that can afford to wear gloves has no need to catch mice. She can buy fish.— [Burlington Hawkeye. lee cream sets in cut glass have square saucers. Too bad I This will prevent the girls from smaping’round tli9 dUh with tl^ s(K>un, a delicate way they now have of hinting that more would not be unacceptable.— [Lowell Citizen. In the year 5U(X), .Tostnih Cook says, UieMvuiation of this country will lie B^XOjüOOfiíJOi, Those of «sir r««éer» 2;lio COD template going to tiie circus latycar will do woTi parchase tickets at the down town offloe and avoid the rush at the wagon.—[Burlington Hawkeye. Bridesmaids are tendmiy admonished by a New York pajMir not to carry bouquets of white ehrysantln?-inums, as richer flowers are more ap-iropriate. The iranslatiou ol which s that the florists do uot make as much profit on chrysanthemums as tlicy do on the nsnal bridal flowers.— [Boston Transcript. Ihyetor—Well, how are ivo fó-dayf J’atient—Oh, I’ve had a inlserobie day, doctor. Di>etor—But yonr wife says you haven’t groaned at all to-day, while ycsbii'day- Patient—GoihI reason. Thought there wasn’t anvbody ’roiiud. That woman is always taking an unfair advantage of me.—[Boston Transcript Too Warm for the Cats. ]lthlc« Jonrnal.] TbU iDOfniiig a servant t;irl employed i> a Soutli Cayuga street family arose at usual ami procticded to build a lire in the kitchen range. While engaged in this nei-essary opermion site closed the oven door which had been left open on the previous evening. A bbort time after tlie flr« bad lieen started a suooi'ssioB of unearthly noises were heard, which seemed to have their origin in the stove. Tue fTichtened housemaid called tbe head ot the raiiiUy for the purpose of investigating tbo strange sounds. As scKin as that guntleman ap-IK'nred npon the weno he opened the oven door and two hnlt>n>Mst<Hl cats, that had doubtless orowded into the oven in order to keep wui'in during the night, tumbled »>ut upon llu) floor. Would You Helieve It? Nature’s great remedy. Kidney* Wort, has cured many obstinate c.i»cs of piles. 'I’his most distressing malady generally ur.'se* from constipation and a bud uonditiou of Ü10 bowels. Kldsey-Wnrt acU at tli;i saum lime as a cutuartic »nd a heiiling tonie, re* imives the cause, cuns the diseaso and promotes a hculihv state of me ulTecte‘1 organs. James F. Moyer, eai ring»* man’fr, of M>en.towu, I’a., testifies lu the great iiculiiig iKiwcrs of Kidney.Wort, having l^ien curod bv it of a very h:id case of pilos wbleh for vcttiw hud rcfu-jctl lo yield l<* any oilier .-emiHly. A New I'se fV>r Dudes. ;Ark—isir Traveller., Young Swi|H’S bus quit visiting Mrs, I/wsetongue’s daught*'r on College avomie In Austin, lex. '1 he other evening ho was around ihero and the young nopeful of the family asked: ••31 r. swiiies, do you make haker'a biviur* “ No, of course I don’t. tVhy ?’’ ‘•'('ause mu says that you were so light* hoaded that Sir. l.ungb<,>rg wouki make money by hiring you to look at tne dour to maks bis bread rise.” Business. [Galveston News.l Now things are getting down to business. A‘«pringlieKl (Masa.) heiress has eloi>ed witii a uewspflper man. Here is an nxbibi* tion of taste and discretion oroiime In two motions. Xiiht ►weati, fever*, chill*, malsr; ' 41U, ^urt'I by “Wells’ tiealih leaow *.

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