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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - October 16, 1884, Cincinnati, OhioüÜ Vol. XLr. TVo.CIVCIWXVI, V1IU««T>XY, OCTOBIíll lO. 18S4. 1 Per Y ear. Inconstant. Inc«iiítnntt Ü, mylovc! Inronotnnt? Wlion n Binóle ihonghtof tboe nl¡ tny «lilvfring t)Ioo<l Back to iny liúurt in iliritlH of ccdtacy. Inconstante Wbcn to sleep, Ann (Ircnia ihnt ilion art near me, is to le.am So much ot Ile.HTcn, I weep Because the earth and morning must return. Inconstant* Ah, not true; Tom from the rightful shelter of thy breast,, Mv tireil licart Dutlers through This changeful world, a bird without a nest. Go<l knows that I would gire All other Joys, ttie sweetest and the best. For one short hour to live Close to thy licart—iny comfort and my reet. [t. 8. BeberU. NUTES AND NEWS. ONLY A YEAU AGO. Broijklyu is tvild over borsc-tiots. Dakota’s latest paiier is culled the *‘Blue Blanket.” Atlanta’s best paid lawyer makes $35,-000 a vear. Over 100,000 persons pay taxes on real estate in New York. Fargo is shijiping East 400 to 600 car* loads of wbeat duilf. North C’andtna sticnt $725,000 last year upon her public scboola. Ella Wbieler confesses that she has written over 1,200 pocius. “Give us nickels, copiiers, anything to make a iireak in this drought for change,” complains a Mexican editor. The iat'd of Holland is cultivated by 145,604 persoiiB, of whom sixty per cent are owners of their own holdings. Beatrice, the Princess, is said to be sad and melancholy. It is barely possible that ■he is al iicted to eating home-made pie. Mary Anderson will not receive any more floral tribnt'H at the theater, and forbids the ushers to bring them to the footlights. Mrs. MacKey’s dressmaker says she never pays more than $50) for a dresa. Most i>eoiilc thought sha paid a couple Of thousaud. Of the versatile Empress of Austria it la ■aid slie can make delicious bread, but w hetlier she can act the breakfast table la not known. The two islands in the Strnita of Buuda, Steers and Calineyer, which sprang up last year at the time ot the Krakatoa eruption, have again been swulluwed up by the sea. A proposition to five the present Lord Mayor of Loudon a second term waa promptly snuded out by that high func-tion iry, wlio seems to have hod ciuite enough of it. Tuere are 7.66*l,d00 women in England am) Wales who lignre as wage-earners— a fact which would aoein to indicate that Uie right to work, at least, is being granted to women with cheerful alacrity. Oscar IVilde will never again come to this ooiiiitry. An inmate of the Pbiiodel-phia Hume tor Incurables has raised and exhibits in that institution a sunflower measuring fourteen inches in diameter. A carriage is being built for Emperor WUliain, the whole upper i>orUon of which is to be constructed of glass, and which Is to enable the Monarch to attend maneuvers, parades, and other public occasions In unfavorable weather. A Paris lady writes that tlie Partsicnnes dread the water, and only bathe a few moments to show their oostnmea, which are created to cause a sensation. They even send tin mselvea telegrams, so as to hurry from tbe beach before they get very wet. Tbe editor of a daily paper in Russia re* oently gave the foUowing reason for its ir* regular appesraiiue: “The paper was often IB want oi information, often in want of copy, often in w ant of writers, often In want of mouev, and aomctimes, when it bad all these, it was in want of readers.” Ata franchise demonstration at Qala-■hiels, Bcoiluiid, a few days ago, a man was observed in tbe procession staggering along with a liuge banner, on which was inscribed, “Down with the Peers.” On being ask(>d why he was so niHCh opposed to the iHiers wrho had never harmed him, be replied, “1 dinna ken what fn sayiu’; bat 1 wish iH-ers was doou to the aauie price as apples.” A cricket match between ladies and gen* tleincii took |<luce near Bulisbury, in Eug* land, a lew days ago. The ladies played with umiHiial pluck acd skill, under the able cu|)Uluoy of Miss M. Curzon: but al* tboiiuh till* coiidltions of the mateh obliged the gciitleuieii to bat with bruuuiiticks and to field omi txiwl with the left baud, tbe latter were vfrtnnons by alxteen runs. A nMtch between two teams of ladles la au* Douueed to come oftburtly. liiHurauue. Insurance Is a good thing whether applied to life or pio|ierty. No leae a bleae* lug is anytbing that insures good health. Kldney-Wort does thia. It is naturas great remedy. It Is a mild but efllcletit CHtlinrtic, ami uciing at tbo same tiiae on the Liver, Kidm>ye and Bowels, and relieves all these organa and enables them to perform their dutles iierfectiy. It baa wonderful jKiwer. See uUvl. A report to the Federation of Tradca and Labor rnlons, in session at t bicsgo, was that during the last four months there were ninety-eiiiht strikes in tUo Unit«Hl Btates, aflecting fifty-three thousand employes. Of these Strikes tlitv were against a reduotiun of wages and seven jor Increase ot wagee Ten of the sixteen men employed In the oonstructioii of the new water timnol fur tlH) village of Hyde Park, Chicago, weie drowned by the washing away of the cabin in which they lived. The reniaiuiug aix wore reseued. William Jordan and Frank Collier were killed near Macon. Oa., In (piarrelH, the former by Bumpter Slcbvlaa, the tatter by ]Cd. 'i uppe. Prevalsnre ot KUtney tioniptsliit in AmrrlcM; **Bucba-paiba” ta a quick, oomplctseuro. 11. “But you have known trie so short a time—only six weeks—how is it po.s* siblc tliat you can love me ?” “How Is it iiossiblc? Rather ask how is it possible to avoid loving you ? And besides, is it really so very incomprehensible, Avi.s? Yon have known me just the same length of time, and yet—yet—I have ventured to hope that yon—that you love mo, dear. Oh, Avis, is the sweet hope false? Have I deceived myself? Or will you indeed confirtu it by promising to he, sonic happy day, my wife ?'* He ivonld have caught and clasped the fair girl in his arms, but she, keeping him hack by a gesture of her little hand, while her great dark eyes were fixed with hcseeehiiig earnestness upon his face, answered: “It is not what I wish, or even what you wish, that must he iliought of, Mr. Kuy, hut yonr mother—vonr mother, who has been like a mother to me also—so gootl, so generous. Wliat would she say ” A voice, tiemnlons yet stern, inter-ruptetl her—a voice that made them turn and start in some confusion. “She wonhl say that you are right ill reiuemheriiig her. Avis, and that she is glad of this proof of your gratitude; lor the rest, Roy Livingstone’s mother looks farther than her own family circle, and higher than to a l)oor dc|)endent, however good or fair, when she .seeks a bride for her only son and a future mistress for the Laurels. lA*ave us. Avis. I do not blame you eliild. Forget this folly; it was 110 fault of yours. I will speak to you further presently; wait in my room. “And so,” she went on, turning to her son, when Avis, silently weeping, had left them—“and so this is the result of your artist folly. You would paint my pretty companion’s picture, lorsooth, and wliile so doing have stolen her heart and lost yonr own. I might have looked for this; I slionld have ’•een moixj careful. But do yon lioiie that I shall tolerate such folly ? I overheard you ask the girl just iiuw' to he yonr vvifc.” ‘Yon did,” the young man answered gently, but with a resolution that was unmistakable. “1 love her, and will marry her.” “Without my consent? Without your mother’s blessing ? Is this the affection—the duty of my own child ?” ile |)ut his arms around lier. “I shall never set yon at doflniico, mother, and least of all for Avis’ sake. 8lie is too good, too uixlciitly atluelied to you to do aught that could wound yoM. But will you nut have compassion for us also, mother? We love. Avis has been to von as a dau<;hter always; let it be mine to make her so indeed. Where could you ever find a child so truly yours-whoso heart and soul you know—whose mind is of your own pure training? I love her with a love that will not change. Unless you give me Avis for a wife 1 shall not marry.” “Absunl!” Mrs. Livingstone’s eyes flashed scornfully. “When our guests arrive to-day you will find many far superior to Avis. A foundling! Itis not her iwverty—wo are ricit enongh-rr' but her birth.” “We know nothing of it and 1 care nothing. It is herself I love.” “Lisfcn, Roy.” The lady’s proud face softened as she lahl one wliitc hand on lier son’s shonhler, widle his arm stole around her fondly, “Yon arc iny only child ; all my hopes are bound up in you. Let us not quarrel abouttliis foolish girl. She is deariu me also, l/it us take time to tiiiuk; compare the girl with others. When our guests ai*e gone, it you are in the same iiiiitd, wo will see what is best for all. Wdl you promise ?” “To wait for your consent until our guests are gone ? Yes, 1 can promist* that.” “And moaiitiine not to speak of thia to Avis.” “Thatif haixicr, mother. But if you will tell her that you may consent I will obey you.” “1 will tell her every woixl (hat has passed between us,” saiil Mrs. Livingstone. And she meant to keep hcrpi'oinise. But Av.s WHS m»l waiting fur her, us she hud ex|HM;ted. The girl hml gone to her own I'ooin, sending to Mix Livingstone a piteous little message of excuse. Her head ached. Might she 1h> allowed to keep in her own chain her? The latly smiled. “I will set her heart at rest to-mur* row,” she thought. “There is no time now.” For her expected gueds wore arriving. And when Roy looked at her inquiringly. UB he missed tlio girl. “She wiHhcd to keep her i*oom tonight,” slie whispered. “All will he well to-morrow.” But when to-morrow came a sad surprise came with it. Avis had ilis-«p|M>arcd. “That I may not catiso yon grief or pain—yon who have been to me a line mother—I fly from a toinntation that would prove too Irong Ir I ro-mained. When I am gone yonr son will soon forget me. 1 pray (rod that he may—for his sake. But 1 shall imt forget nor cfase to love you. Farewell, dearest fricuJ. Forgive vonr little    AviH.” Tliii was al); and sho had gone— leaving no trace, making no further sign. In vain Roy sought for her, even with the help of detectives, having left home and come U» the city for that purpose; while his mother, no less anxious for the safety of the lost girl, made what excuse she could to her assembled guests for his absence. After a month of weary searching he returned, lieartsick and discouraged. “Xo news,” he said, in answer to his mother’s anxious questions-; “nor will there ever be. 1 have lost all hope of finding her.” *    *    St    * A year has passed since gentle Avis disapi>eared, and once more a gay party of merry guests made the Lanitds bright and cheerful, foremost among them Rose Brandon, the beauty, and helit*ss, and belle. A great favorite was she with stately Mrs. Livingstone, and there were not Avantod those wlio named her as the fntni*c mistress of the splendid but gloomy house which her Ix'atity and joyous laughter made so bright. Even Roy Livingstone’s brow, on which (ho cloud ol disapiKilntmcnt and regret had grown lialiitnal, cleared somewhat as his artist-cycs took in her fresh, proud loveliness; and as he listened to licr aninuited talk the smile that had grown so rare stole to his lips and shone like a light in his eyes. His mother, watching him, smiletl too, well pleased. “Is she not beautiful ?” she whispered to liiin. “She would make a fair and gracious queen for the Laurels, Hoy.” But (ho gloom cAinc hack to his face as ho answered sadly: “My queen went into exile, mother, a year ago. I have a constant heart, and can'not transfer m\ allegiance.” "Roy I” cried the clear, niorry voice of Rose Brandon—“Roy, have yon given up painting? Yon used tobe so ambitions. Only a year ago, I remember, you were enthusiastic about some picture (hut was to bring yon tame. What has become of it ? Are )’ou an artist no longer?” “I painted the picture, hut never j)ut ¡ton exhibition. My mother has It ill the library. I have never painted since,” said Roy, gravely. A Kind of chill fell on the company. Instinctively tlicv felt they were on daiigcTousground. Even the beauty’s happy voice took a softer tone as s'.ie questioned gently: “May we sec the pictnre, Roy?” He arose without a word and led the way to tlit library, the guests all following, led by Rose Brandon. Last of all came Mrs. Livingstone, with her old friend, Mrs. Cl ray, a fair, sad wo-muu with silvur Ikuir. Mrs. (iray was a great invalid; an niiconqnerablc grief had preyed upon her heart for years and broken down her fragile body. She leaned heavily on Mrs. Livingstone’s anii. “What is this picture?” she asked her. “Tiie iKirtrail of one wlioiu I reared and loved as my own child, and whom we unaccountably lost, owing to an uiiliUDpy misunderstanding. She was a lovely ci'otiture and was to have been Roy’s wife. Sometimes I fear he will never marry now.” By this time they IiimI readied the library. Of the many paintings on the walls, one only was com ealed by a heavy cnrtarii; Roy drew the crimson folds aside. All exclamation from Mrs. Oray and Rose BraiKioii, and a miinnnr of udmirution freiii ail the rest, bore witness to the loveliness of the imago that was disclosed. Mrs. Cl rey pressed forward eagerly, her weakness seeming for the time forgotten. Tlie jKirtrait of a graceful girl, fair as a lily fioAVcr; the lovely wistful eyes, wi'th a worhl of loving tenderness ill their midnight depths, looked out from a face of exquisite beauty, but as ivory, (;learund pule; a tender, diiiipliiig smile u|miii the scarlet lips, a trailing spray of scarlet blossoins in the blnc-hlack hair, soft and glossy as the iTiven’s wing—a simple nibe of whhc, ami on one lovely snowy arm a cnrions golden bnu'clet. This was all. Mrs. drey stood like one entranced, her agitation visible to all. Her delicate liands were tightly locked together, her In-euih came in quick gasps. “How like!” she innniin re.l; “liow strnugely like! In heaven’s name, who is she f" “My adopted d.tnghter,” Mrs. Idv-iiigstone replied, for Roy had tnriiod aside ill silence, overcome by the sight of the lR‘unty ho had loveil and lost. “Twelve years ago I took ln‘r—then five yearM old —from a poor old tisher-inaii down on the hoach, tliieu or four miles away. He li.ail rescued her tnnii the ■iCii on the night of a great storm, two years b* lore, and had elierLhed uiivl I'ured for lier tenderly : hut llnding si' knom and old age fa-t rohbing bim of his health and strength, lie sought to find a friend for his little girl in me. “Iiiiuglnalioii ean not piclnro anything lovelier than the ehild wa^ then. 1 loved her at IIinI -ight, and have loved her always. I adopted, educated her, and brought her m» as my own. 1 have the e.lothes she wore when she was found, hut they furnish no clew to her parentage, but on her arm, clasped firmly almvo the elbow, was a brueelel; It flu her slender wrist now; you boo she weiirs it in the portrait; upon It is a single woixl —the ohl tLhcrinaii took It to be her name,and so called her; we never changed it. ‘Avis’ was the word and ! ‘Avis’ she is called—’’ I A cry from Mrs. Grey iiitennpted I her; she sank upon her knees before ! tlie picture w’ith outstretched arms. “Avis,” she cried. ‘“My child—it is my child! Fonrtecn years ago the crmd sea washed her and her father from my arms. The waves restored him dead, but she Avas seen no more. WIiere is she—oh, Avhero is sho? And the clothes she ware!” She sank back in Roy’s snpportiiig arms spei'chless, almost insensible. Mrs. Livingstone hastened from the rouiK, but returned immediately Avith the little garments. Weeping Avith Ioa’c and joA’, the long-bereaved motbcr identilietí them all. “Blessed be the merciful heaven that has kept licr safely and restored her to me after all these years. And you, my friend,” tnniiiig to .Mrs. Livingstone, “lioAV shall I thank yon for your love and rare? 0!i, bring her to me! Let me clasp her once more in niy arms. Why do yon hesiUitc ? I am strong eiiongli; joy docs not kill. What is it?” sho continued wildly, gazing with groAviiig fear upon the [lulc, averted faces of mother and son. “Has hiiriii befallen iiiy child? Have I found her only to lose her? Avis, inv daughter! Where is she?” Rose Brandon rushed to her side. “Be. calm,” she cried. “Avis is safe and well. Xo harm has come to her. Listen to me; I can tell yon where to find her.” “You!” It was Roy Avho spoke. “Yon know Avis?” “1 know her well, but I have never known until this nioiiicnt of her connection witli this familv. Why have .vuii kept yonr loss and grief a secret, Roy Í I eon Id ha^^-o    you    }m<l 1 known your troubles long ago. “It is nearly a year since she came to us in answer to an advorliftnueiit for a music governess for liiüc Ida. Mother was sick when first she,culled, and coiisoqneiitly I received her. She was so beautiful and limoceiit, and yet so sad and friendless, that niy whole heart Avent out to her frein the first. S!ic tohl me the simple story of her adoption here and of Roy’s love and hers, hut Avithont mentioning a single name, so that I never tliouglit of you. She liatl left, she said, in order that lie might forget her. She gave nio as a refer-encft^hcr own fonncr nnisie teacdier, Avho, Avhile answering for Avis in every way, declined to tell ain'tiiiiig (hat the girl had left eoiit-calftU . ¿a sho came lo ns, and Jias dwelt with us ever since—(piiet and sad, poor ehild, but safe and kindly cared for. I loft her at liome Avith Ida and inuther when 1 Cl me uAvay. She is there now.” Roy Livingstone caught lier hands in his and prcsse<r tlnmi to his lips. “(.iod bless yon, Ro^e!” he ciietl, hoarse Avitli emotion. "Yon have givmi me back happiness and love. Mrs. Grey, IavHI bring your daughter to you. I go by the train that leaves in iialf an hour; before nightfall you shall fohl her in >our arms. Adieu, all!” and he was gone. The dusky gray of an antnmu twilight filled the lonely school loom iliat ufteriioon, but occasionally Ikishos of light, from a small but clieerful fire, fell on the slender, girlish tignre that sat before It in a low armchair, her soft pale cheek snp|M)iteil by one little hand, her eyes fixed on the gluAving coals. A worhl of longing love and fond regret was in those great dark eyes, tliat saw not Avh;»t they gazed ihkiii, blit were looking far away into the past. Tliiiikiiig of Roy—alwuvs thinking of Roy. Where was he ? How fared Ite? Had he forgotten Avis? Alas! poor Avis could not forget! Hark! winWt was that ? A footstep ill the hall outside the door. Xoiliing in that to make t^e eyes so bright and the pale check flush to vivid crimson 1 Ah,,but it had 9<iiindcd like Roy’s f($otstep. Roy’s footstep here—win t idle dreaming! What strange tricks fancy played her oftentiiiM'S. She could close her eyes, and hide her face in her hands, as now—now, partly tor slianie at her own foml folly—and fancy, oh, such things! Fancy the Laniels her hii|)|)y home once more, and Mrs. I/iviiigstune her kind adopted luuthcr! Fuiioa* Roy's tender smile and loving look: recall the very Avorils he «i oke—hl« earnest tone—Ills sigh. What was that I That wa- not fun-oy, surely? bho sat quite still—her face Hllll covered by her hands—and listened; a sigh had soniitlcd close beside her, hntuthed like the A'cry I'cho of her dream ; and now a voice—oh, heiivni, wliul voice!—Avhispored her iiatiie: “Avis! liOok at me, Avis’” She tnnied, she ro'^e, giiz.d for one moment in his face as if bewildered ; then, with a crv of love and joy nnniterahle, “Itoyf my beloved!” sprang to the arms, simk on the breast of Ikm* true lover. on have found iiio!” she cried. “Von have found mo!” “.Vever to lose yon again, Avl-— never again!” “And your mother?” Her great eyes aearehod hlf. fa<c timidly—aiixlouily. “She Avill welcoine you as I do. We shall part no more. You will leuni, dear, that she never meant to part us. And another waits lor von. Ü, come, love, come to the hcaii that aches to Avelcoine yon—to the arms of yonr OAvn true mother.” tt    «    »    »    »    » Only one month later a brilliant bridal party aroused to joy and nilrth the s|n111beriIIg echoes of the Laurels. And Avlio so fair as Avis, the sweet bride, Avitli licr troop of lovely bridesmaids, of whom Rose Brandon laughed and blushed, the merrv chief? Who so rich, so proud, as Avis now ! Avis, the fonndliiig, found, indeed,at la.st, and by her oavii true mother; Avis, the lost, restored to all vv’ho loved and mourned her; Avis, the joyful bride of the generous, noble lover wlio, in the davs of hcrjtoverty and iiamelessness—in spite of time, and absence, and silence, and desertion—loved her faithfully and truly to the lasb—[Truth. [TiOnditn Triitli.j Sarah Bernhardt is iiiseperable from her Avig, Avhich cornos doAVii Ioav on her forehead. Sho likes to be at home exactly what she api>cars to be on the stage. Theo, also, is periietu-ally bcwigged. Leonide Leblanc is capricious and varies her hair dyes. SIic also reinforces her hair Aviili tresses fetched from Brittany. Theresa is of (lie opinion that real hair is always stupid looking. The ex-coif-fenr of the Yarietes is of her mind. •'Impossible,”lie says, “to be so (taring ill working in a real as in a false clicv-elnre.” A capillary artist avIio knoAvs Ids hnsincss operates on the latter just as his fancy prompts. He is not held back by the tear of giving pain. Besides, the attaiiiment of a splendid result ill false Jiair is a lliiiig to be Hcuiid of. George Sand Dad in rotiili u Imkui*!. ant head of black tiair. She eonid never reconcile Imrself to the Avhitim-iiig action ni>oii it of time and cerebral activity. It, tbereiore, remained dark to the end. Hating caps, she rein forced it with a boiTOAVcd chignon, and waved the front hair Avitli irons. She used to Avear in summer q broad briinincd hat, or merely jirotect herself (roni the snii Avitii a parasol; a hoixl'of Avoolen s*nfi‘Avas her Aviiiter headgear. The baldest man in France, M. Charles Edmond, was, toAvurd tho end of her life, one of her best friends. “Why is his head so much barer than yours?” asked her graiid-dangliter Aurora. “Because he aits up id night ami thinks so nuiirb.’* “That’s it at all,” repUod—ilie yotlihflH demoiselle, “it is beeaiisc Avhen men grow bald (hey must stay as they are, while Avunicii can heap upon tliein-selvi's as iiinch false hairas they choose to W(.*ar.” ANCIENT RUINS IN MEXICO. KokIIníi Ulitis. [Uiiitariau llorald.J The “buli” is usually sctdoAVii as a bc.ast of purely Hibernian extraction. It is only fair to admit, however, that the talents of our neighbors across tho cliaiinel in por|>etratiiig bulls aro somctiiiics rivaled by Boyle Roches of Englisli birth. A correspoiidoiit of the H()ectator quotes three prize bulls of pure English brewl, as follows; 1. All EngMsli i>eer, Avhcn speaking some yeare ago in the House ol’ Lords on the iieccssit/ ot mibsing some coercion hill for Irelaml, and repreachiiig the Government of (hat day for delaying to do so, observed that "this delay might be very convenient for the Ministers, but that it was not qitlte so coiiveniciit /or those Irish landlords who Avcro meanwliilc being frecpieiitlv innnlercd.” 2. All English clergyman, pleading curnrstly witli his parishioners for the constrnclioii of a cemetery for (heir parish, asked them to consider “tlic dcplonihlo condition of :W,000 Christian Eiigllshmoii living VAithont C'hrisliaii bnrkil.” 3. Another Eimlish clergyman, waxing sarcastic in the pulpit over tiieenormities of the age, exclaimed, "And these things, my brellircii, are done in tho so-called ninoteeiith een-tnry.”___ "Work, Work, W'ork!’’ Ilow tiiaiiy woineu tliure aru wurkiiig today ill vailous braiielics of Industry—to say notbiiig of the llioiisunds of patient lioiiACwlves whose lives are uii unui-usiiig round ol toil wli > uro martyrs to those coniplalnts to w hich the w «>akcr sex is lla-hie. Tiielr tasks arc rundeivil doubly litird and IrkHoine and their lives shoru>ii'\i, yet haul iicccSKlly connMds tlicin to keep on. To such Dr. I'icrcc’s ••K.ivoi tte iVcscrii»-tioii” ulfct'S a siiie mu.iits of relief. For alt reiniilu weaknesses it is u certain cure. All druxh'i'i'B. Mysicry Gxpluiiii'd. [Krnn-ville Arxas.) We have at liMi (li-eovcred Iho reaHun onr i;a« bill is so high. 'I lej meter is sick —;t imist have gaa-lrick fever. V'(Mi Will lie llupi»)', .Alukc your ohl ,iilnvHl(H)k like new liy using Diaiiioiid l)ye%, and yon will la. Imopy. Any of the faMhioiisbh' eolors for pie. ul the di il^fglsts. Wells, Itlehardson A < o., Hnrlingion, Vu A G rinaii Indu-try Is the coleiing of ineei M-liaiiiii o '1U ' pipe or cigar holder is Miisp.'iHlo'l In a tiiilitiy closed liox, and smoke fiMiii damp, slroiii;, black tobacco is blow II over and lUiouKh it until ihu desired color Is gained. All the rallroad prois>rty In Illinois is valued Ht $H0,‘J07,1H5. TUo Pitul iungth of tnu:W Is 7,‘JS>7 miles. »'■    M    ♦ Ml CaUrrlis! Throat ttircctioiis, hseklug, Irrl-tnilns ( ua«h«, 1 oM-s ciiroU by "iluagli on ( uugTii." lio. The real estate valuation tu 1‘iuvidence has lnca>usvd $t,5J0,000 in a veur. Doicrlptlon of aWoiHlcrful Pyramid in Sonora. [Clubuabua Eulcrorisc.] Ancient ruins have reeeiitly been discovered in Sonora, which, if re-IKirts arc true, surpass anything of the kind yet found on this continent. The niiiis are about fouv leagues south of Magdalena. There is one pyramid Avhich has a base of l.-YiO feet and rises to the height of T.^iO teet. There is a Avinding roadAvay from the bottom, k'adiiig up an easy jjradc to the top, Avide enough for carriages to pass oA'cr, said to be tAventy-thrce miles in length. The outer Avails of (lie road-Avay are laid in solid masonry, huge blocks of granite in rubble Avork, and the circles are as uniform and the grade as regular as they could bo inade at (his day by oiir best eii-giiiecis. The wall is only occasionally oximsed, Ijciiig covered over Avith debris and earili, and in many places tho sahnara and other indigenous ilants and trees have gixlAvn up, giv-ng the pyramid the appearance of a muuiitaiii. To the east of the pyramid a shortdistaiiit; is a sninll inoiiiit-ain about the same size, which rises about the same heigiit, and, if re|»orts are true, it Avill prove more interesting to the archaeologist than the (lyramid. There seems to he a heavy layer of a species of gypsum alMuit halfAvay up the moiiiitain, Avhicli is as Avhite as snow, and may bo cut Into any conceivable shaiie, yet sutlieiently hard to retain its shape after being cut. Ill this layer of stone a people ot an niiknowii age have cut Iiuiidreds upon hunclieds of rooms from (5x10 to 1(5x18 feet square. These rooms arc out out. of solid stone, and so oven and true are the walls, floor and ceiling, so pininb and level, as to defy variutton. There arc no avíikIuavs in the rooms, and but one eiitraiiee, wliich is always frem the top. The rooms are but eight feet high from floor to ceiling; the stone is so white that it seems almost transparent, and tjip rooms .are not at all dark. On the Avails of these rooms are numerous hieroglyphics and rcprcsent-atioiis of hninaii beings cut in the stone in different places. Bift, strange to say, all tho hands have five fingers and thumb, and the foot have six toes. Charcoal is found on tho floors of many of tho rooms, Avhich w ould in-Uteaiu tk^ tlioy kuiU> firas ia Rmuwfl. 0omr itriplonicnts of evtyrj' description arc to be found, in and about the rooms. Tho house or rooms are one alswe the utlier to three or more stories high, but betAveoii each story there is a jog or recess the full width of the room below, so that they present Die apiiearunce of large steps leading up the moniitaiii. Who these i>eoplc were, what ago they lived in, imiht be answered, if answered at all, “by tho Aviso men of the East.” Some say they Avere aii-eostors of the Mayas, a race of IimU-uns who still inhabit Southern Sonora, AvIio have blue eyes, fair skin and light hair, and are said to be a moral, industrious a::d frugal race of l>eopIe, who have a Avritten language and knoAV something of mathematics. TreostirrM in llio Uriiijr. lH»n l-rsnclKo Chroiiiul«.1 The list of treasures lost in tho sea would, indeed, be a long and iiieiaii-eholy one; instancing, for example, (he Madugasuar, frem Australia, AVhieii, 111 the early days of the gohl fever there, having on boartl the precious yolloAV dust in enormous qiiun-tity, was never hoard of and left not even the faintest clue to siieiniiatioii as to her fate. And in later years tbe Tlinndor steaiiKir, fi-om Calcutta to ('liinu, with some jt!3UU,(XX> Avorth of silver, destinod never to reach tho expectant consignees, avus sup]H)sed to be lying ulJUiuloiicd among tlie uAvfiil sand banks at the mouth of the Hooghly, but in spite of muuy rumors never to be seen there. These are inst anees, out of many, of Ireuhures never heard of. The wreck of the Royal diarter steamer from .Viistraliu, lost In a frightful gale on the Anglesca Coast in October, 18.VJ, with some XSOO,CKX) of gold on board, will doubtless occur (a> tho reader’s mind, couided as it was Avitli such a IhniefiUible loss of life. In this case, happily, a great deal of the treasure was recovered subs<*quently, hut there is a fortune left at Mooltra fur the fortunate Is'iiig who can find it. In old (laya Vigo Bay liad always an at-iructiye sonnd to lieasuiu seekers trum lh(! repoi led Avealth on the Spanish Meet dcstroy(Hl tlnne by Sir (J. Hooke in 17t'»2; hut the infinite pains, money and p.r ¡eiiceexj)ended over its recovery liuA'o been thrown away, the silver (cvmi if it* is tiiere, Avhich is (lonl)ttiil) obstinately refiisingto make a reuppcaraiico to tho Avorld. Ilia News. [litir-loii Itvrnlil.l One of the New York p.iiicrs, In working up the Inti sl clois mcnt iroin tbls cltv, locates CUcUea on ‘‘Deacon lllU,” and makes a tieincnilous "ttuds” out of a bookkeeper on |1,00U sdliiry. And suuti Is "news.” The Ilamio Is suki by oorr^situiulonts to linvo tho most expensive hotels In all Europe______ Tlitn PiHiplo. ‘•Wrll's IIckIUi llsnswer" r«-■lur«^ IwsUu BQt)yl|[or, t-urv« ily.-p«)|i«u Ao. .Bl. Iowa's latest Mtattt Convoutiou was that 01 skat!it*r rhi| managers. The New "Soleaiady.” She K|irearl the xooda brfter him AViili luilf-uv(*rte<| ryeb— Thoir quality and value Kxtoiliiiir 10 the skica Thill vcire—O how liewndiinjrl Tlione hniKlx—«oft and white! Tliose eyeH—how fim -inaiinic! That face—how fair a aiaht! ‘‘The aoo(A« are vcrv pndtv— Nodoiilil what they apAenr; But theu 1 think." he added, “Yon are a little dear." With ch<M.*ks «uffnae<1 with oliishes, Slie tunieil her Iwad awny. And liiiioeeiitly aaawered, ‘•That’e what the fellers ssyl” -¡B. E. S. CVHHEMT FUN. A maiden cun hurt a masher more by “making faces” at him than she could by clubbing him with a parasol.—[N. Y. Journal. “Black undressed kids have come into style again.” We oelieve this fashion has never gone out of style in sonic parts of Africa.—[Graphic. “Oh, look, papa!” exclaimed little .lamie as the funny man across the table winked at hfiii; “that man is stuttering with his eye.”—Graphic A riiniiing mate—An eloping wife. Paying the pqicr-Standing the ehampugiiu. A snpiiosititlous ease— The prima donna’s jewel casket.— LLife. The man who Is startled out of a sound sleep by bis own snoring should nuA’er sliy a bootjack at a cat for making midnight music.—[X. Y. Journal. Vamlerhilt aniionnccs one more farewell tour, in which ho Avill positively make iiis last aiqicarance ou any stock market.—I^ittsbiirg Giiroui-cle-Telegraph. Hmilh smoked a cigar, and soinc-IxHiy said it put him hurs du combat Aud now Fenderson Avanis to know it this means “sick as a horse.”— [Boston Transcript All exchange says that a Texas man fell overboard in the Gnif of Mexico, and his cork leg ruse to the surface and held him head dowuAvard uutil kedied from a rnsli of blood to the head. Singular he didn’t drowu.— [Peck’s Suu. As many as seven sniaU uQstVed togetissey appee» on tlse new fall hats for females. The coiiibiued bills of these seveii birds is not a cir-cunistaiico for size to tfie bill seqt along home Avitb tho liat. The latter is much longer and broader.—[Norristown Herald. “Y’oniig man,” said the professor “you should not allow yourself to be guided allogetlier by your oavu opinions. Yon should defer to tho opinions of others.” Student—But the jMiet says, “’tls madness to defer.” Professor—True, but tbe poet was Young wlicn he said that.—[Boston Transcript. DesirojrIiMrMieiilicaii Forests. (Detroit Fuot.J Mr. Perry Haniiali, of Traverse City, said, iu the course of an inter-vieAV, that the pine forests of this State would last pbout ten or fifteen years more; that is, before the year 1900 the great lumber industry of Mieliiguii woe Id bare died out for Avaiit ot material. There seonis to be no way to prevent this result. The oAvncrs of the pino lauds bought them for tbe s)M‘cial piiriiose of converting tlieir groAVth of pines intc logs, lumber and cash. It seciiis like a work of devastation, but, Avhether Uie rapid clearing Avill in tho long run appear tu be the most pretitable irovo in a business view or not, ft is iirogrcssiiig too rapidly, and the plants for lojp-ging, sawing and traus|mrtatioii are too extensive and too well established to admit ot auy doubt that ihe manufacture will go on UB there is uot a mcrchuiitable pine tree left standiog in Uie lower |ieniudula. The sumo fate is in store for the hardwood lumber trees, of whicli there issucb a splendid growth in tho northern part of the State—ash, maple, biivli and otliers. Witliiu tho lust ten years, and cliietly within tho lust five, steam and water mills have sprung up for llni luunufaeiuro of these Avoods into lumber for liunne fiiiiriiing, fnridtnrc and cabinetwork, and they are iiiereaslng at a rate that promises toexhan^.t the supply during the lifelinie of some who are now eu-gugi'd in the businevf. The fn” r maple is osi>eei«ll^ in demuiid, aud factories for making tho biist’s oye veneering are to be iuiind in many of the maple lueaiities. Dimudeii pioo lands iu uUier States havo become “barrens.” There ai-o great tracts iu this 8ta(e Avbirh the uwiiere do uot reckon worth paying taxes on, uow that they are'strippeii of their trees. Unle»s soiiio care' is takeu, tlioiisauds and tliousuiuls of acre's in>Miuhigau Avil) becuiuo Avorthlcss. Blebmond, Ry-, bM s dUsstrons Are Wediit'sday. Tho losses will sfvrsgsts about $126,000, with less thao |iO,OuO iaaur-nnee. W. N. Polts A Son, owntrs of Um Uonansa Mills, are tbe bcavlcot lussrs. The mills were new, fltted with patent, rol for |iroc«ss machinery, and were tM flaest le tbat county. Ed. 'ihuuipsuu, cdlorwk was burned to desih. ‘'Iloiish on rsln." Ask for U. quirk car», t <ilk, Crsinps, IMsrrluna; axtcrnali} fur mImtw psius, sprslus, Ims(Ucm, ui-ural(is«

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