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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - September 11, 1884, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLI. TSo. 37.CIXCITVTVXTI, THUItSüXY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1884. $1 Per Year.UEU BROTHElt. Unattained. Siogii);! tliy prnise, my conscious harp doth iaiti'p, As if It trcnililed with a human dread. Lest one falmi note the mclo<lv slioiihl alter, And stnke the spirit of its luiisiu dead. Last eve its sonjt was roving bees and clover Ami liuinming-birds that, liko gay bandits, come Where hoiiev-eucklc with its sweets runs over, I turned the strain to thee; tlie strings were dumb. Tet the ni"ht rephyr, ni low, jwaceful trebles, Told the \\ iiite róse what it was «Ireainiug of. Ever tlie streamlet to the iiiooiilit pebbles Uuruiuix'd the long, sweet story of its love. Didst tliou awaken in a lesser measure My wnii’s |H‘n e| iien of thv |ierrentiiess, llv art had more of soup’s truimphunt pleasure; I of love's baflling ecstucy liud less. Let the laild bliss tliat o'er my lyre hath hov* en-il Ri'st w itii a broediiip winp within my heart, Iran not prieve, love, tliat I have discovered A tlicruc uiorc exquisite tliaii )ioet’s art. -fHie.hard B. Day. NOTES AND NEWS. Kotwitbstandiiig the enormous attendance at the Health E.\Ulbition in London, the receipts liave, up to the present, only lust covered the cost. I’riJt may now be looked lor. Mine. Adelina Patti has given a concert for tlie lieiulit of the hospitals near her Welsh Hiiiiiiner home. Two years ago she did the siiiiie thing and added |4,C00 to the hospitul luiids. Queen Victoria has never fully recovered from tlie accident to her knee. Sne is not able to walk as much as she used to do, and tlie enforeed lack of exercise has a bad ell'eet uikju her htallh. Butterliie is superseding oleomargarine. Where the latter is made from pure ox fat, the foi tiicr is nianuriy-tured from deodorized lard. A iiiujur part of the bulteriue sold conies Irom near Chicago. Bronson Howard lias succeeded in making hiiuseif noted in Loudon as an expert bicyclist, doing occasionally twenty miles on the slreieli, w liich is u better run than some of his iilays have attained. Extracts lioin a Paris club Journal: “M. Bisoauturd found an empty pocketbook In the eard room. He at once placeil it in the bunds ot the President ot the club. These acts oi probity require no comment.” The Two Ktpublics, published in the City of Mexico, has an interview with a gentleniuii who knows, name not given, in which he states that the Panama Canal will ml be eoinpl .'ted inside of titty years. Tlie Mozurt inenioriul at Vienna will be built from a design selected from the works of comiKdiiig artists of all nations. Prizes ot T.i’k)»), 5,(KK) and 2,500 IVancs respectively will be anardetTfor the best three designs. Legislators are pretty much the same the worhl over. Lturiug the recent session of the French Assembly tlie members drank 2,000 quarts of beer, 500 ipiarts of brandy, and 3,000 quarts of “miscellaneous” drinks. A Vermont man and his wife publish the following card in the local paper: “Our sincere thanks to our brother and sister and nephew for their kindness in sharing with us the extiense for the burial of our used father.” A Parisian marchioness has taken service in a Marseilles hospital as a nurse tor the cholera victims; she is pretty and young, dresses in plain calico and has been very useful. 8he is fullilliiig a vow made during tlie illness of one of her children. Though Dr. Oliver Wendell Ilolmes has juct iiassed his seveiity-fffih birthday he is the same bright, sparkling little man as ever, and the Boston Truiiscript describes him as a living illustration of the immense brain |K)wer that may be wrapped up in a •mall llcslily parcel. In cosmopolitanism New York take» the lead; In clubs, club rooms and club houses the following countries are represented: Japan, China, (/'ociiin Chinn, Turkey, Russia, Norway, Sweden, Malacca, Ilunirary, Eiigltind, lieland, Wales, Scotland, Prussia, Austria, France, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Switzerland, Oreece, Holland, Bd-giiini. Brazil, Mexico, Poland and Cuba. Ko other metropolis apitroacbes this record. A Fiji correspoiulent writes to an Eug-paper: “Often, while sailing among tne Bouth Sea Islands, I have passed flocks of birds, principally terns and whale birds, resting in vast numbtTs on the sea. It is rcniarkablc that, however rough the sea may lie at tlie time, yet where the birds rest there is not a ripple to disturb them. This must lie caused by oil, but whether it is puriiosely ilei ositi-d by the birds with the inteatioii r,f quieting the water, or w hether ihev do so from natural causes is aqucstioii the answer to wlilcb 1 think would interest many ot your readers. Ill© Itijjf Hrewery, Mr. J. Ilirsch, Coikgc Point Brewery, L. I., N. y., writes that he employs a large number of horses and hands, and having trl.Hl St. Jacobs Oil, the great pain cure, for rheuniatism, aches iitul pains of bis nun, Hiiil tor galls, splints, thrush, wind Sails uml other all' ctioiis ot his horses, mis it superior to all remedies, and would not be without it. OnoorCnlironiia’a Trajcediea. piuklnnU (Cul.) Times.] We regret that Brother Marshall of the Btocktoii Maverick was guilty of the indiscretion of loaning bis entirely beautiful •ml manly form to young Tom Williams to practice on with his mauleys. One eye is repoiTeil to Im on a diet of pork rind, and ills massive nose is cnieked along the divide. Hurd luck, Marshall, me boy. Despise Not the Day of Bmall Thiiitga. Little things may help a man to rise—a kent pin in an easy chair, for Instance. Dr. Pierce’s “Pleasant Purgative Pellets” •re small things, pleasant to take, and they cure SICK headaches, relieve torpid livers, •lid do wonders. Being purelv vegetable they can not harm any one. All druggists. •1ft, Kicht iwesu, fevers, chills, malaria, drincn-ft, cured by “WsUa* Heullti Oenswcr.” tl. “Newell, do }*ou know that splendid woman?” enthusiastically exclaimed a distin^uc-looking man, who shone as one of the chiei “lions” at Mrs. Dd Gray’s soiree. Milo Newell looked about him with an indolent glance and replied: “Well, as the room is full of splendid women whom I have the hon-or- “You know which one 1 mean,” impatiently interrupted the fírst speaker. “The queen of them all, of course; that glorious creature in the mauve crepe, with the yellow lilies in her hair.” “Of course, I know whom you mean,” laughed Newell. “Tliey are always smitten when they first see her. I was luvself. Yes, tliat’s Miss Burkhaixlt.” “Miss Biirkhardt ?” “Yes,General Biirkhardt’s daughter. He was killed in the Mexican war, you know. Left all liis weaith to his wife, and she died and left it to her daughter—about eight years ago. ^liss Bnrkhardt is the richest heiress in the 8iate. DonT see why she hasn’t married. She is twenty-three, and has had offers enough.” “Will you present me to her?” “Of course, you've got to go through with a grand passion for her. Everybody does; it is the regular thing. Aiui the sooner you have it over the better. She won’t have vou.” “Why?” “Don’t know, but she won’t. She told me that she never would marry. Wouldn’t tell me why. I proposed to her,” said Milo, coolly. “Men do, as a general thing. But they all get the same answer. She never will marry.” ‘Upon my word, yon do not seem to take your disaiipointincnt very hard !” laughed his companion. “(3h, I recovered long ago. It’s no use pilling over what one can’t helj),” said Newell, philosophically. “If there was any hope I’d have persevered ; but it would he nsolcss. I’d advise you to avoid her, if it tvould do any good; but you would go on all the same.” He lowered his voice at last, for they were approaching the large group, ot whom ?.Iiss Bnrkhardt was the center of attraction. She was standing with her hand resting on the back of a sofa. Truly she was a splendid woman. A very queen she looked surrounded by her subjects. Her features were not hcauti-tnl in the least, but her form was regal in its stately grace. Her heavy, black hair was magnificent, and her great, dusky eyes, irlowing with a sort of repressed light, like smouldering tire, possessed a strange weird attraction, a species of magnetism, altogether nndcfiiiablc, but irresistibly fascinating. Yet the unbounded admiration which she excited wherever slic went could hardly be owing solely to her wonderful eyes. There was some curious, indefinite attraction about her—this dusky haired, queenly woman. Among the many men who had laid their hearts at Dianora Bnrkhardt’s feet, very few could have told what it was in her that so enslaved them. “Miss Bnrkhardt, will you allow me to introduce a friend to you ?” asked Newell, after making his bow. “What friend ?” asked Miss Bnrkhardt, carelessly. “Otto Delavan, the artist, who has just returned from Italy,” was Newell’s answer. Miss Bnrkhardt grew deathly pale, and grasiKid the sofa, as if to kcady herself. “What is the matter? Are you ill. Miss Bnrkhardt?” cried Milo, astonished at her strange emotion. “Yes; a sudden indisposition,” faltered she, “I will go out in the air a moment, and when I return* I shall be pleased to receive your friend. Will you give me yonr arm, Mr. Brown ?” to a middle aged brother ot Mrs. De Gray. Mr. Brown was. of conrse, “delighted,” and Miss Bnrkhardt walked away with a step sntficicntly firm and stately for an “indisposed woman.” Presently she returned, looking her usual calm self, and, with a bow and wortl of thanks to her companion, turned to Milo Newell, saying quietly: “Now, Mr. Newell, I sh.all ho happy to know yonr Irlend,” and the introductory ceremony was performed. Otto Delavan was proton ndly deferential ; Miss Bnrkhardt, qnietíy conr-tcons. She was used to being intro-dneed todistiiignished men, and it was not to he expected that she would be as much impressed as some j’onng ladies by the popular young artist, whoso growing fame had long prc-ccticd him to his native land, from which, for five years, he had been absent. A great favorite was Otto Delavan. Ho was about twcnty-cighi or nine years old, and very handsome, in the fair, safi'ron style. More than one young girl among that gav crowd would have given a fortune for Miss Bnrkhardt’s power, that she might bring him to ncr feet. “\oii arc ilist from Italy, ! hear, Mr. Delavan,” said Miss Bnrkhardt, by way of conversation. “I arri.cd two days ago,” he answered. “Have you been long away?” “Five years,” said Otto. “It is good to be back in my own country •gain.” “Yes,” said Miss Bnrkhardt, absently, “and it is four years since ” She stopped abruptly and began, with fingers that trembled, to adjust the flowers in her bonqilet. “Since when?” he questioned. “Since I was in Italy,” Dianora said, in a hasty way, and changed the subject. Otto stayed beside her through the evening, escorted her to the music room, attended her to her carriage, and went home to his bachelor lodgings as ho]>elessly in love as it is possible for a passionate, enthusiastic nature, such as his, to be. Milo Newell’s caution was not forgotten, but unheeded. “I will marry that woman within a year or die 1” he said, deliberately, after a half hour’s reflection, and in the inmost depths of his soul he felt the meaning of tire words. Two weeks passed. People began to remark—some lightly, some bitterly—that Otto Delavan was Miss Burkhardt’s last conquest. Little eared Otto. He thought of nobody, of nothing, except Dianora Bnrkhardt. She was the one woman in the world to him. He believed she loved him. But would she marry him ? He felt th.at for him life h.id no other hojie. Thinking thus one evening, he suddenly started from his seat, exitlaimiiig: “I will wait no longer. This suspense is worse than despair! I will know my fate this very night—this very hoiirl” And this impulsive young manat once prejiaied to go and propose to Dianora Bnrkhardt. As he laid his hand upon Ihe door there came a rap from the outside. A letter. He just glanced at it; a dainty white envelope, a pretty, gracefully written address and European postmark. He tossed it carelessly on the table, saying, as he went out: “From Delia. It must wait till I return. I can not sto]) now to read one of her long, gossiping missives.” Truly, Mr. Otto Delavan, you could hardly he called a very devoted brother! Miss Bnrkhardt was “at home” to him, as she would not have been to everybody that evening. She was rather retired in her habits, did not go much into society and saw but little company. Ouce or twicé a year she threw open her doors to her “dear five hundred friends,” and then her house was crowded with a more brilliant assemblage than ever tilled the looms ot gayer and more fasUi,pnable mansions. For Miss Bnrkhardt icnew all the celebrities; many a distinguished character was proud of her acqnaiutance. Slie was all the more courted for her sclf-scciusion. She received Mr. Delavan in a pretty, cozy little parlor, which, with its hangings of pale buff and dark green, and its light, graceful furniture, made one feel twice as much at case as in the grand drawing room and reception parlor, wJicrc she received more formal visits. Neither was she in her society mood, though Otto had never seen her look lovelier. She did not often look beautiful; but that evening she was more than that. Yet there was a sad, weary look upon her usually haughty face, which made her lover long to fold her in his arms and soothe aw»y whatever sorrow or care had brought it there. So rose to greet him as he entered, but he quietly reseated her, and then, standing before her with both her hands clasped in his, he told her at once, and without preparation, all his love and his aspirations. She sat silent, with drooped head and downcast eyes, and heard his story through. She did not withdraw her hands from his hold; and he felt them tremble as he finished with a I>assionate appeal for love, and an earnest request that she would be his wife. Then she simke—quietly, firmly, but with an undertone of pain in her steady voice: “I exiicctcd this, Mr. Delavan, but I am sorry that yon have said it; I am very sorry, for I can not marry you, and it is very hard to give yon pain, Otto.” She spoke his name at the last, with almost a wail, it was so full of grief ami sorrow; and site drew her hands away from him, and covered her face with them, loaning her head against the table beside her. He had stood looking at her in almost angry despair; hut when she uttered his name in that sorrowful tone he caught his breath with a sharp gasp, and, leaning over her, he said: “Dianora, I know you love me.” She made no answer, only a slight sob. “Tell me, do you not?” he urged. “Y'cs!” slie answered almost sharp->y- “Then why will you not become my wife? Tell me, Dianora; 1 have a right to know.” “Beciinse I am determined I will never marry—I must not. My duty forbids it,” she answered firmly. “But why?” cried Otto. “I will not tell you I The knowledge ,would do you no good,” she replied-. “Go home and forget ma if you can— nay, I know It is hard to forget. Heaven help us all who would but can not.” “Dianora ” “Don’t” she Interniptctr; “why will you torture me when I have told you it is useless? I tell you I shall never I marry. Now wHl you go ?” Without another word he went. For hours he walked the streets, going home at length, calm with the very bitterness of his despair. The first thing that met his eyes was his sister’s letter. He did not read it then. He could not. Not until late in tho following day did he open it; and then after the first half-dozen lines he read j “By the way, Otto, they write me that you are paying attentions to Miss Bnrkhardt. You Iiad best not fall in love with her, for she will not marry you. I knew her in Italy. It was in Florence, while you were in Rome. “She was there with licr brother; IMJiTiaps you do not kiigw that she has one. She keeps his existence to herself, I believe and very projierly. Yon see he is insane I He was—well, the truth is, he tell in love with inel He was a splendid young fellow, handsome as a picture, but only a boy, not more than eighteen, and, of course, I could not tliink of mariying him. But I’m afraid I did flirt a little with him ; I meant no harm, of course, and Florence was so dull at that time. I know you will he terribly shocked, and really I’ve had some twinges of conscience myself. But I don’t tliink I was responsible for—well, his in-sanitv; indeed, I do not. Ho was inclined that way, the physicians said, and that was the reason his mother left all her fortune to Dianora. “But she just idolized her brother, and when he went raving mad she chose to blame me; frightened me half out of my senses. And that brings me to the reason why I tell )’ou this. I want to warn you against setting your aflectioiis on Dianora BnrkliartU. “You see she had two or three oflTers after that before they left Italy. She refused tlicm all, atul said she should never marry. And one of her lovers —a fierce young Italian he was—determined Ufknow the reason, and he gave her no peace till she told him about her brother, and that she considered it her duty to devote her life to him, and for his sake she meant to remain single. Well, of course he did not persist after that. I never heard of anything so foolishly romantic. She might send him to an asylum and make a good match, instead ot keeping liim witli her, and refusing so many splendid- Otto read no further. With blazing eyes and lips curling with contempt he tore the letter inio fragments, and then cast them into the fire that burned in tho grate, exclaiming in tones of indignation: “I knew that Delia was as shallow and heartless as she is beaiitifiil, but I ditl not think her capable of such utter lieartlessness as this.” That evening he again went to Dianora and told her of her sister’s letter; assured her that her brother’s misfortune would not aft'ect his desire to make her his wife, and entreated her to recall her refusal. !‘Bnt my brother?” she said. “Poor Walter; no, Otto, I do love you ; but I can not desert him, even for you.” “You need not desert him, dear love, s.iid Otto tenderly. “I could not be so base as to ask it. If you will become my wife, I will aid you to cherish and carc fi)r him. I will love him as a brether, and do for him all that you conid do.” And Dianora, though at first she hesitated, finally allowed herself to be persuaded. That Lit 11.; I'ok© U«>uiie(. Tliat little |K)kc lioiuict With r«ec;« u|X)ii 11. A milliiier’« miracle! IVriect! Complete! Site liaU but to <loii it. My heart she ha i won it. The quaint little muiUcn 1 see on the street. I have Icarneii to expect lier, Slie has a “protector’ At five o’ the clock. If the weather is fair. May fancy «lirect her To never neglect her Demure little walk along Washington square! That bonnet’s a bower To slicltcr ihe flower That’s blooming beneath it, so moUcst and sweet. J’in pnimpt to tlie hour, I smile her nnd bow her; I’m awfully happy whenever we meet. —[lauden W'ood. A Consoling Agoiit. I Rochester Post-ExprcM.] “I’m al'raltl I was cheated on those lightning rods.” “What's the mutter with them?” “I hadn’t had them morc’ii a month when a fearful stroke of lightning knocked ’em nil way* for Sunday, burned my barn and everything in it.” “ítiit didn’t tiie avreiit give you a gnaruiitei J"’ ‘-Oh. yes; I wrote to him and he wrote liack vtu'y consolingly.” “W hut did he say F’ “ I'hat lightning never strikes tw ice in the same place.” _ Caution to Dairyiiiei. Ask for Wells, Richardson Si.' Co.’s Improved Butter Color, and take no other. Beware of all imitation*, and of all other oil color*, for every other one 1* liable to become ranoid and Biniil the hnlter into which it is put. If you can not get it write to us at Kiirliiigton, Vt., to know where and how to get it without extra expense. Tliousiimle of test* have been made, ami they always prove it the best. Japanese magic mirror* aro in tho market. These arc made of fine hnniisliect inctal, and w hen lightly 'oreathcU iijicn ili»-cloBO geometrical patterns. lundsca|vs or faces. Their inimufacture is a secret, but 18 bellcveil to consist of welding the iiat-tern in one kind of steel or Iron upon a plato of a different kind. One which reproduced faceiqsol^t ITilladelphU for|110. D^tors are getting tnoro and more Into the habit of prescribing propriotary medicines in their nractlco, eipeclally that known as lluuOs [K>Jn«y and Llvei] kidneys, hvcr and bladder. 1 hey know ft*om exiierieiice that It is of more valus In suck diseases tbau any prescription they can write.SEEKING A POT OF GOLD. Tlie Story of an Old Grnybeardcd Man. An old man,witii a long gray beard, sallow complexion, lusterlcss gray eyes beneatli shaggy cycbi*ows, clad in a rongli miner’s suit of clotlics, and witli a small, stiff, felt hat on a liwge liead, makes his appoaranco on the strerits of Denver every two or tliree weeks. He tlicn disappears, only to reappear as from a crack in tlie cartli. When in the city lie frequents tlie West .'’iide, and is often scon on Tcntli and Eleventh streets, slinfiling along, eyes bent to tlie ground as if searching for somctliing. lie notices no one, and if spoken to oomofimos deigns to reply, and again pays fio nitcntlon to the sjHiaker, not even looking at liim. He was pointed out to a Denver News reporter As a man witli a iiis-torv. Tlie rc]>orter liad often seen the man, but took him to l>e a liarm-less crank. “Yes,” tlic person witli tlie information continued, “tliat old fellow is crazy on tlic suliject of recovering a lost treasure. He has s|)eiit money and time in trying to find a coft’ee ¡Kit full ot gold dust, said to liave been lost by an early jirospcctor for gold on Cherry Creek.” “Wliat Is Ids name?” “Harvey Simms. He is a carpenter, but lias not worked at ids trade for a number of years. Sliortly after he came to Colorado lie learned tliat a miner named Joslyn, w'lio was with Green Itusscll’s pariv, died in a little cabin on a gnlcli in Í)ouglass County. He was known to liave taken out a considcralile quantity of gold dust, wldoh lie kept in a tin coffee jiot. Miners siipjiosed that lie liad at least 140,000. After ids deatli a careful search was made for tlic money, but it could not bo found; in fact, it is more tliaii probable tliat lie never hail gold dust to amount to anytliing, but sucli was tlie story. “Wlicii Simms lieard tlie story lie quit work and lias been searcliing for tliat lost cofiec |)ot ever since. I’ll bet lie lias dug a ditcli clear across tho State, or had he expended the same amount of labor on the great Atlantic and Pacific tunnel it would now be completed.” “How docs ho procure money to carry on Ids researches?” “He w’orks by the day in some mine until ho has secured ciiongh money for a good stake, he t hen starts out on Ids search and keeps at it until Ids grub gives out. A month or so ago it dawned on his clouded mind that he could wash out enough gold to pay his exptsises, and now he never comes to Denver unless to get a poiu-tcr.” “What do yon mean ?” “Why, he is dead struck on fortune tellers, and whenever he has a dollar or two ahead ho comes to the city and consults them. Yon know there are several here who jiretend to be able to reveal the whercalwmts of hidden treasure. About five weeks ago 1 met tho old man. He was highly elated, and actually talked to me for an hour or more. I saw him in front of the West Denver Turner Hall, when lie came up and siHike to me. I had met him a hundred times before without being noticed. He told me that he Avonld he a rich man inside of a month. He had just returned from a visit to a fortune teller, who had given him explicit directions how to find the gold, and he was positive that the long sought dust would soon be his. “I drew the old man out and he informed me, very innocently, that he had described the oonntry where ho was working as aeenr.itcly as ho could to the woman and then she drew him a diagram of the spot where the coffee [)ot was. The old fellow grew cx)iii-niunicativc, and told me all about his searches for the money. He has it located now at a sjiot distant from Parker, on the I)eiive9& New Orleans Railroad, about six miles, in Reed’s gulch. Ho said he had formerly pros-pcirted for the location in several other LMilclies, hut was now satisfied that he was on the right track, and would not let up until tho coft'co pot and contents were his. “I learned from the old man a good deal of his history. He came from llockeiisport, ()., where his wile and two marriedilanghtersare still living. I (rieil to reason liim out of his wild srhemc for amassing wealth, but gave it Ilf) as a hard job, us I saw he took me for the fool of Hie two.” “His being buck in Denver, then, goes to prove that he didn’t accomplish anything by his last effort.” “No; iio told me yesterday he was within fifty feet of the wealth, but his tunnel caved in, and he was torced to discontinue work for awhile It seems that the woman, to tlirow an air of mystery around her diviiintioii, had told the old fool he must dig a tniincl, and he obeyed her. 8he know hIio was sure of another fee. The old fellow’s pertinacity in his search has caused others to follow his example, and I am told that there are at least fifty persons now searching for that lost cofl’oc-pot. Mr. Simms, however, is confident that no one can find it but himself. Some day he will be found in a gulch, shovel in hand, dead, nearer the golden gate than the gulden coffee-iiot.” A Pen Picture oT Maliuiie. [New York Letter to St. Louis SpecUlor.jI saw Senator lilahoue at the Fifth Avenue Hotel one moriiiiig last week. He stood in the center of the lobby talking to one of the oificials connected with the oificc of Scrgeaiit-at-Arms of the Senate, and he .seemed to be quite blooming in his w.tj'. He is a small, thin man, not over five feet seven. His face has on it a ragged beard that was once a sandy color, hut is now becoming gray. His hair grows long, his forehead is low and narrow aiul his face is pinched and cadavcrens looking. I imagine his face has much tiic same Hp|H‘araiicc as one of the starving tiiemhers of the (irecly party found at Cape Sabine. He niiqucstionably lias a bad liver. His cotiiiilexion Is sallow and his skin drawn and wrinkled. Both liis hands and feet are extraordinarily sniall. He wears a No. fi shoe, wJiich Is tied with a broad silk “string” that hangs over on both sides. His trousers fit closely about his ankles and come down in a wrinkle over his shoes, but they look quite ircnteel. Ilis hands are like a delicate woman’s, except that they are yellow like his face and, therefore, lack the prettv pink-white color of a woman’s. He wears a straw liat the front part of which he keeps imlled down over his eyes. Ilis coat is a black “cloth” frock which fits as ¡Í it had a corset inside of it instead of an animated skeleton.    At the waist it can be spanned by a long-fingered man, but it is held together in front by but one button and flics open above the waist after the manner of the typical shabby-genteel Southerner. There is a frill on Ilis shirt bosom, and instead of the ordinary cnfl’s he has ni flies which profrndo from his coat sleeves at the wrists. The skirts of his coat lly out at an angle of almost forty-five decrees, and when he walks he reiiilmls one of a hallef-womaii in fronsers.    He goes with a quick, nervous, shnfUiiig sort of gaif. OiMtuiicu to ilie.*vuii. [Prof. Langley lu SoptcmlKT Century.) As to the distance of 93,000,000 miles, a cannon ball would travel it in about fifteen years. It may help ns to rcmciiibcr that at the speed attained by the limited express on our railroads a train which had left the sun for the earth when the Mayflower sailed from Delfliaven with the Pilgrim Fathers, and which ran at that rate day and night, would in 1884 still bo á journey of some yenrs away from its terrestrial station. Tiic fare, at the customary rates, it may bo remarked, would bo ratlicrovcr $2,500,-000, so that it is clear that we should need both iiiuiiey and leisure for the jonnicy. Perhaps the most striking illustra-lioti of the sun’s distance is given by ex[)rcssiiig it in terms of wliat the physiologists would call velocity of nerve traiismisdon. It has been found that sensation is not absolutely iiistantaiicous, but that it occn]>ies a very minute time in traveling along the nerves; so that if a cliild puts its finger into the candle there is a certain almost inconceivalily small sjiacc of tinio, sny tlio oiie-hiindredtli part of a seconil, l^forc he feels the licat. In case, then, a child’s arm were long enough to touch the suii it can be calculated from this known rate of Iransiiiissioii tluat the iiitaiit would have to live to be a man of over one huudrcd before it knew that its fingers were burned. ADuelliiK Coii;;reHS. l.Ncw York llcrslil.] A new Congress is on tho tapis. There have been so many duels in France of late that the proiHisal has seriously been made that those who have iilaycd a prhicijial part in these little atfairs should assemble for the purpose of drawing np a cmlc of honor. It is sng^rosted that duels should bo divldeii into flirce categories. Mortal insults, for instance, would be wiped out by the pistol alone, the sword being strictly excluded. For ofl’enscs of a medium type the sword or the ]iistul would he employed, the illstance in the latter case being determined aeeording to its gravity. Lastly, the sword would alone bo ])crniittcd in duels connected with the ire({nent quarrels arising uui of newspaper attacks and the like— by far the most nnmcrous class of encounter. As a general rule little ihiniagc is done to cither of the belligerents at those atfairs of honor, which, from their very conimoiiiics.s, have lost mncli of the halo with which they wore formerly invested. Wounds in the forearm are the almost universal rule, the Bois do Boulogne being the favorite battle ground. 'l ippiiitc I tie Waitci’s. Ilirouklvu Union.] Tlio waiters at Coney Islaiiil are paitl $2 a (lay, Hiul some of tlieiii tbiiik a wuiter's life isn’t worth liWiig when their chance for Hteallng falis beiow $10 a liay. Here is one of their ways: A iiiaii orders an “extra steak,” the price of which is |1 ’AL Tlie waiter wiil scraUdi out tho word “extra,” bring him a steak which sells for sixty cents,.collect |1 ’¿5 and pocket sixty-llve cents. As waiters, and especially colored waiters, rareiy rise to the position of nro-priotors, it has begun to be a puzzling ([uestiou as to wbat they do with all tlndr money, with “tipping” constantly on tne increase. i— ♦    ^ “Rough on Pain.’* Ask for it. Quick cure. Colic, Ci-Hinps, Diarrlnva; exUTiiHlly tor aches, putos, spruiuB, headacbc, iicuralgiu. China proposes to adopt postal curds on •ud alter January 1, ltl85. “iUiU|b OB Corns,’’ for Coro*, Uunions. ISc. Tlie It ules offleallh. Listen to each s iiiple rule. As to coiKluct and to «liet; You must keep screnclr cool Though the cholera run riot. Eat the lie^t of all things ttooU. .Ne’er a dish that very nice is linrls yon. while it’s nndcrslood You avoid tix) many ices. You may eat all sorts of lish, Those who say yon m.iyn’t, t.alk g.ammoit; Rut a in iidcnt man woict wisli Too much cucum'icr with saimon. Flesh and fowl are yours to eat. Every dish a tootiis«>ine comer; Rut the chops of oork an; meat That yon need not try in snminer. Toil nia.r smoke, too, hut take caro lonr cifrars an; sweet as iiianaa; n hen disease is in the air. Only use the pure Havana. Keep yourself from worries free; It you’ve lawsuits, you must gain ’em; Thus qnlte easily, you see. YouTl preserve the corpus sannm. —I IxjmUm PuDch, CURRENT FUN. Mr. St. John dyes his red mustache black liccausc wine is red.—[Conrier-Jutirnal. A new novel is called “A Woman’g Secret.” Of course she had to tell iu —[Norristown Herald. The oldest iiiliabitaut will continue to be a mail as long as women conceal their ages.-[N. Y. Journal. There are no cats in Lcadville, bat the miners have plenty of other amewsrnenfs.—[JaiwcII Courier. The picnic season is about over, and we will have to deiPMid on the weather bureau for jiredictioiisof rain during the rest of the year.—[Lowell Citizen. This is the close of the season at the * seaside. It differs from the clothes of the season at the seaside. Tho latter fill many big trunks.—[Norristown Herald. Since Herbert Sneucer visited Chicago he is reported to have changed his mind about oiir being aide ‘do get along without cdneation and allow the function of life to develop individual [lowers.”—[Boston Post. A new jilay is called ‘‘Stranded.” It will be safe to wager that a uiajonty of tho three or four liuiidred dramatio companies now i>rcyariiig to slartout on the road will apjicar in this play long liefore the season closes.—[Norristown Herald. “I never saw such a woman in my life,” said Bass; “you arc never satisfied with anything.’ ‘’IVopIe who knew the man I took for a husband,” replied .Mrs. IL, “think, on the contrary, that I .am very easily satisfied.’* —[Boston 'I'ranscript. “Colonel Wilson is a fine looking man, ain’t he?” said a friend the other day. “Yes,” replied another, “I was taken for him once.” “You! why von’re as ugly as sin!” “I don’t care for that; I indorsed his note, iincl was taken for him—by the Slierifl’.”— [Texas Siftings. Rich Doctor’s Daughter—“I can not see why yon should ob¡ect to Mr. Niccfollow. He is as near iiorfectlou as man can ever be.” Rich Doctor— “I have not a wonl to say against his character, my pet. He is a man of fine attainments. But yon must remeinher that yon arc acenstomed to a life ot luxury, while he is a struggling writer, entirely dependent on his literary work for his bread. The mumcnt he is taken sick his small income will stop, and yon know lie does not look very robust.” “Yon forget, pa, that only last week yon were examining mortality statistics, ami you said tliat literary men, as a rule, were very long-lived.” “True, I had forgotten that. There is nothing so conducive to hea!tli as simple ami frugal diet. Marry him if you want to.” Slie concluded she wouUln’l— [i’hiladelpliia Call. .Nut A Hpasiii orCoiiKtiinx Since UsinK Cumixiiiml Oxyarii. So writes a geiilleiiiaii from Archie, .Mo., wiiose whole system was so run down that he was not able to do unykiiidof work. In a liulc over a month after (‘ommeneiiig the Oxygen Tieatiiieiit he made this rc* port; “I have not had a spasm of coiu'bing since the tirst dine I Inhaled the Oxygen. The‘utter goneness’w hen a little o'ui of wind (I can’t descriiR* the feeling, but it was u most inis' ialde one ' also li>ft me right awav. You till ik my reeov(;ry will lie blow ; 1 am going to try icai nisuppoi.it you. Tiiiee da\s alter 1 lost niy leg. six Niirgcons gave me titi ne.vt day at iioim to live. Wiieii iny stump was ainio>t well I got a terrihle fail. Again the liospital surgeons said I conlil not live; Out i am here yet. 1 can't say all right, lint l)V tlu‘ help of the C onqioimd Oxygen I lpq.«; lo oe so mi. Am much stronger, can stick all day at anything that is not loo la*avy.’’ (jiir “ I'reatise on I'omponad Oxygen,” eontuiiiiiig a history of tne discovery niul iikmU; of action of this rein.irkahle curative agent, and ii large record ot snrprisipg enres in eoiisuniption, eatarrli, neuralgia, iM-onehitls, aslliiiia, etc., and u wide ruiige ot chronic diseases, will lie sent Iroe. .Address Ihs. Starkey «V: I'alen, IRfJ and itll (tirurd street, I’niladelphia. Alexandre Dumas, tils, siieuds very little time in writius down his dramas. After thinking deeply over his subject, studying it, elaborating the scenes snd ehuructersia bis owu mind, he sits down aud w rites the ptay straightotr, frequently liiiisbliig iu two sittings, nnd in ceriuiu cases—in tbat of “lleloise 1‘alnnqnrt,” for instui^je—he has been known to tit down snd not stir till lit bud fltiished the piay, a tour de force wuieb brought on a severe aiUck of that »|m>c1h1 malady kuuWD as “the wliter's cran.'v.'’

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