Evening Star Newspaper, May 16, 1896, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MAY 16, 1896-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. 17 (Copyright, 1896, by Bacheller, Johnson & Bacheller.) | PART I. led himself hut, rested his shoulder wall and made him into a corner inst of the the ado! fortable as the rawhide thongs with which “Well, Cal- quite realize we're in? he was tied up would permit. ”’ said he, “I hope you vert,” s: what xtr y ugly an arcia will hang the pair of us before sunset,” I replied, “and that’s a certainty. My ¢ y wonder is we haven't been siru up before thi “You think a rope and a tree's a cer- do you? I wish I could comfort If with that idea. I wouldn't mind a gentlemanl of hanging. But © are rth, ae more t He cked lips, meant. and he old i for, man I'm vy be found bet Then, if and I 2: and cu lood ‘aimly, nat if | s to view. Now r cruel. Th v his f Meth ‘The Earless Man Swung inte the Hut. n the nixskinent hu nt ¢ arcia could « maligna evil ¢ devise, was a possi>ility I had not counted on before. In fact, as the Peruvians had repeatedly given out that they would offer no quarter to us nh in the Chilean service, we had all of us naturally resolved to die fighting rather than be take nd Indeed this de ling . since on two separate oc uen and myseli had be with small bodies of men, and would have we could h: as it was, we went at th furiously that on each oc broke through and escape. one thiuks nothing of the chances of « and iming at those times. There i glow within one’s ribs which scares away all trace of fear. s ppose there’s no chance, of res I said. ‘None what said Methven, with a little sigh. hink it over, Calvert. We Start out from the hacienda with an escort of five men, ‘= out our adios, and ride |} away to enjoy a ten-days’ leave !n the mountat The troops are left to recruit; | for ten days they can drop us out of mind. Within twelve hours of our leaving them, Garcia cleverly ambushes us in a canyon Where not three people pass in a year. The Poor beggars who form our escorts are all gastados.” “Yes, but are terrupted. “I s: horses when we w dcesn’t prove they v have been merely wo coast cleared, it is jus ed ba to our post w own 4 small chanc “And you may divest yourself of even that thin rag of hope. Whilst you were | being slung senseless across a horse, I saw without the ears go around with | ete and—well, when the brute had there was no doubt about the poor ws being as dead as lumps of mud. ou sure of that?” I in- them all drop off their fired upon, but that e dead. Some might nded, and when the possible they crawl- th the news. Still, I . and talk of the devil.” ‘The earless man swung into the hu “Buenos, senore said he, moc ¢ “You will have the honor now of being tried. and I'm sure I hope you will be i with the result.” I suppose we shall find that out later,” said Methuen, with a yawn, “but, anyway, I don’t think much of your hospitality. A cup of wine, now, after that ugly ride we've had today would come in very handy, or even a nip of aguardiente would be better than nothing. “T fs it might be a waste of good quo s the answer, “but you must ask Garcia. He will see to your needs.” A guard of twelve ragged fellows, armed with carbine and machete, had followed the earless man into the hut, and two of them, whilst he talked, had removed the seizings from our knees and ankles. They helped us to our feet, and we walked with them into the dazzling sunshine outside. “I'll trouble some of you for my ha said Methuen, when the glare.first blazed down him; and then, as no one took ‘e of the request, he lurched the earless man with a sudden and knocked his sombrero on to n-baked turf. “Well, I'll have id he; “it's better than nothing oO no any all. Pick up the thing and put it on my head.” The guerrilla bared his teeth like an ani- mal and drew a pisto h I thought he would shot my comrade out of hand, and by ‘ook I could see that Methuen expected d, he had deliberately irritated to that end. But either because ness of Gari and fear of his dis- > stayed him, or through thought of engeance which was to come, the nted himself by dealing a and bidding our guards refully. then, we walked along a two flelds of vine, and passed path betwee down the straggling street of the village, which the guerrillas had occupied, and | brought up in a little plaza which faced | the white-walled chapel. In the turret a bell was tolling dolefully in slow strokes, and as the sound came to me through the heated air, it did not require much imagi- | nation to frame it into an omen. In the | center of the plaza was a vast magnolia tree, filled with scented wax-like flow and splashed with cones of coral-pink. We drew up before the piazza of the Principal house. Seated under its shade in | most | but it yo j ike you, Calvert, old man,” ‘Rypee .- “AuTnor:: 4 Honor of Teves) recker, Garcia awaited us, a ger, dark man, with glittering nd fingers lemon-colored from cigaretie juice. He stared at us, and spat, and the trial, such as it was, began. I must confess that the proceedings as- tonished me. Animus there certainly was; the guerrillas as a whole were disposed to give us short shrift; but their chief insisted on at least some parade of justice. The in- dictment was set forward against us. We had shot, hanged and harried, and, in fact, The Guerrilla Bared His an Animal, used all en Ch we this we hoot- n for e heyond had we any word i be given? ntly, and rette. toward u f to rolla PART I. 1 my shoulders. It seemed use- anything. Methuen “Loo! here, you've got us, there’s no m tak ut that. It seems to me you’ two cou Either baro} and they are more or les: s before you you can kill us, in which case you will rai estilential hunt your heels, you can put us up to ransom. Now, neith- er Calver fis a rich man, Ss go with sound ay ten thousand apiece for our passports. that strik : skins, we'r Chilean New, how doe Garcia lit with care. ef smoke. “Senor,” coming out from bet With little puffs of v een hi por) tand. You fight as a soldier of fe and I am ly in arms as a riot. I am no huckster to traffic men’s ves for money, nor am I a timerous fool ed into robbing a culprit of his id Methuen, “murder Garcia be = avery “You may he, “but you ‘oa judge less is If this insolence might have ing to your punishment; but iL overlook at you have only impose the penalty I had de- y s, and drew h breath of smoke n he waved the cigarette toward the magnolia tree in the center of the plaza. “You see | that bough n juts toward the chapel?’ ‘It's made for a gallows,” said Methuen. isely, the guerrilla, “and it one inside of ten minutes. one of you up there by the neck to dangle there between heaven and earth. The other shall have a rifle and cartr and if, standing where he now, can with a bullet the with which his end is hanged, then shall both go fi “I hear you say it,” said Methuen. “In | other words, you condemn one of us to be strangled ‘slowly without chance of repri But what guarantee have we Garcia Sprang to His Feet. that you will not slit the second man’s throat after you have had your sport out of him?” Garcia sprang to his feet with a stamp of passion, and the chair rolled over back- vard. “You foul adventurer!” he cried; you paid mankiller!” and then he broke off with a bitter “Pa! and folded his arms, and for a minute held silence till he got his tongue in hand again. “Senor,” he said, collly, “my country’s wrongs may break my heart, but they can never make me break my word. I may be a hunted guerrilla, but I still remain a gentleman.” “I beg your purdon,” said Methuen. ‘We will now,” continued Garcia Icily, “find out which of you two will play which part. Afterwards I will add another condi- tion which may lend more skill to what follows. I will not coerce you. Kindly choose between yourselves ich of you will nang, and which shoot.” My comrade shrugged his shoulders, “I said he, “but I'm not prepared to dance on nothing for rou" a “It would be simplest to toss for exit,” I said. “Precis: ‘ly; but, my dear fellow, I have both hands trussed up, and no coin “Pray let me assist you,” said Garcia. “Senor Calvert, may I trouble you for an expression of opinion?” He leaned over the edge of the piazza and spun a dollar into the tir. I watched it with a thumping heart, and when for an instant it paused, a dazzling splash of brightness against the red-tiled roof, I cried: “Heads! The coin fell with a faint thud in the dust yard from my feet. Well?” said Methuen. congratulate you, old fellow. fe frowned and made no reply. voice broke tie silence. a I swing.” Garcia's “Bueno, Senor The Earless Man Fitted the Noose to His Throat. Methuen,” he said, “I advise you to shoot straight or you will not get home even now. You remember I said there was still another condition. Well, here you are: You must cut your friend down with a bullet before he is quite dead, or I'l string you up beside him.” Methuen gave a short laugh. “Remember what I said about that fellow in ‘The Mi- kado,’ Calvert? You see where the humor comes in? We've. had that coin spun for esting: You and I must change posi- ions.” zee “Not gt all. I take what I’ve earned.” “But say yes. It works this way: I took it that the man who was hanging stood a delicate- chance anyway, and I didn't feel generous enough to risk it.. But now that the senor here has put in the extra clause, the situation is changed alto- gether. You aren’t a brilllant shot, old man, but you may be able to cut me down with’a bullet if you remember what you're firing for, and shoot extra straight. But it’s a certain thing that I couldn't do it if I blazed away till doomsday. The utmost I could manage would be to fluke a pellet in- to your worthy self. So you see I must wear the hemp, and you must apply your shoulder to the rifle butt—laugh,” he added, in English. “Grin, and say something funny, or these brutes will think we cared for them. But I was incapable of further speech. I could have gibed at the prospect of being hanged myself, but the horror of this other ordeal turned me sick and dumb. And at what followed I looked on mutely. ‘There was a well on one side of the plaza and the earless man went and robbed the windlass of its rope. With clumsy lands- man’s fingers he formed a noose, took it to the great magnolia tree and threw the noose over the projecting branch. The bell of the little white chap2l opposite went on tolling gravely, and they marched my friend up to his fate over the sun-baked dust. ‘They passed a thong around his ankles; the ear- less man lifted che noose to his throat; a dozen of the guerrillas,with shouts of laugh- ter, laid hold of the hauling part of the line, and then a voice from behind fell upon my ear. cia was speaking to me. With a strain I dragged my eyes away from the glare of the plaza, and listened. He was miling wicke 0 your pluck has oozed away?” he was ying, as the cigarette smoke welled up from between the white walls of his teeth. “Well, of course, if you do not care for the the word, and you can t hough inside of a couple quite strong enough to aan it bears already. But r hard on your friend n ‘y-" its came to me ain. ‘You fool,’” I cried, “how can I shoot with my arms dup like thi If the whole thing is mock, cut me adrift and give me a > beckoned to one of his men, and the fellow ea up and cut off the lashings from my wrists and elbows, and then, with a sour smile, he motioned some of the others, ho drew near and held th : the ready. “I dare wager, he said, “that if you'd us. you would not score a mis: sure that you do not shoot in th tion—"" He raised his vi and shouted across the baking sunlight: “Quite ready here, amigos, So up with the target.” PART III. Now up to this point I am free to o: e our capture I had cut a pretty poor figure. I had not whined, but at the same time I had not seen my way to put on Me- thuen’s outward show of careless, n courage. But when 1 watched the guerrillas tighten on the rope and sway him up till his stretched-out feet swung a couple of hand- spans above the ground, then my coolne returned to me, i my nerves set like me for a mark, So I wish to in- direc that I Fired, and the Body Grou Fell to cles in their sockets. He was sixty and at that distance the well rope died to the bigness of a shoemaker's Moreover the upper two. eit hung befo ground of shadows. But the eighteen inches above my poor "s head stood out cle tinct a. the white walis of the beyo i, & body beneath it burned itself upon my eyesight till all the rest of the world was and as it swayed to the blotted out in a red haze. I never knew be- fore how thoroughly a man could concen- trate himself. handed me the rifle, loaded and cocked. Jt was a single-shot Winchester, and I found out afterward, though I did not know it then, that either through fiend- ish wish to further hamper my aim, or through pure forgetfulness, they had ‘lett the sights cocked up at 300 yards. But that did not matter; the elevation was a detail of minor import; and besides I handling the weapon as a game shot with head up and eyes glued on the mark, and rifle barrel following the eyes by in- stinct alone. You remember that I had no Stationary target to aim ai My poor com- rade was writhing and swaying at the end of his tether, and the well rope swung hither and thither, like some contorted pendulum. Once I fired, twice I fired, six times, ten times, and still the rope remained uncut, and the bullets rattled harmlessly against the white walls of the chapel beyond. With the eleventh shot came a tinkle of broken glass, and the bell, after a couple of hurried nervous clangs, ceased tolling altogether. With the thirteenth shot a shout went up from the watching crowd. I had stranded the rope, and the body which dangled be- neath the magnolia tree began slowly to gyrate. Then came a halt in the firing. I had handed the Winchester back to the fellow “What Has Happened?” He Gasped. who was reloading, but somehow or other the exploded cartridge had jammed in the breech. I danced and raged before him in my passion of hurry, and the cruel brutes yelled in ecstasies of merriment. Only Garcia did not laugh. He re-rolled a fresh cigarette with his thin yellow fingers and leisurely rocked himself in the split-cane chair. The man could not have been more unmoved if ke had been overlooking a per- formance of Shakespeare. At last I tore the Winchester from the hands of the fellow who was fumbling with it, and clawed at the jammed cartridge my- self, breaking my nails and smearing the breech-block with blood. If It had heen welded into one solid piece, it could scarcely have been firmer. But the thrill of the moment gave my hands the strength of pincers. The brass case moved from side to side; it began to crumble, and I drew it forth and hurled from me a mere ball of shapeless twisted metal. Then one of the laughing brutes gave me another cartridge, and once more I[ shouldered the loaded weapon. The mark was easier now. The struggles of my poor friend had almost ceased, and though the well rope still swayed, its move- menis were comparatively rhythmical and to be counted upon. I snapped down the sights, put the butt plate to my shoulder and cuddled the stock with my cheek. Here for the first time was a chance of some- thing steadier than a snap shot. I pressed home the trigger as the well rope reached one extremity of its swing. Again a few loose ends sprang from the rope, and again the body began slowly to gyrate. But was it Metiuen I was firing to save or was I merely wasting shot to cut down a mass of cold dead clay? I think that more agony was compressed for me into a few minutes then than most men meet with in a lifetime. Even the overlooking guerrillas were so stirred that for the first time their gibbering ceased, and two of them of their own accord hand- ed me cartridges. I slipped one home and closed the breech-biock.: The perspiration was running in a stream from my chin. Again I> fired. Again »the .well rope wag snipped, and I couldeee the loosene strands ripple out as & snake unwraps It- self from a branch. ‘* One more shot. God in heaven! ‘I missed! Why was I made to %e a murderer like this? Gareia’s voice é&me to me coldly. “Your last chance, setfor. I can be kept waiting here no longer. And I think you are wasting time. Your friend seems to shave quitted us already.” Another cartridge. I0sank to-one knee. and rested my right @lbow on the other. The plaza was hung in breathless silence. Every eye was strainedito see the outcome of the shot. The mew might be inhuman in their cruelty, butstthey were human enough In their curiosity. The body span to one end of its swing. I held my fire. It swung back, and the rifle muzzle followed. “Like some mournful pendulum it passed through the air, and then a glow of certainty filled me like a drink, I knew I could not miss that time, and I fired, and the body, in a limp and shapeless heap, fell to the ground. With a cry I threw the rifle from me and raced across the-sunlit dust? Not an arm was stretched out to stop me. ‘Only when I had reached my friend and loos- ened that horrible ligature’ from his neck did I hear voices clamoring over my fate, “And now this other Inglese, your excel- lency,” the earless man said, “shall we shoot him from here, or shall we string him up in the other’s place?” But the answer was not what the fellow expected. Garcia replied to him in a shriek -of passion. “You slaughtering brute,” he eried, “another offer like that, and I'll pistol you where you stand. You heard me pass my word; do you dream that I could break it? They have had their punishment, and if we sce one another again, the meeting will be none of my looking for. We leave this puebla in five minutes, See to your duties. Go. The words came to me dully through the heated air. I was almost mad with the thought that my friend was dead, and that the fault was mine,.mine, mine alone! I listened for his breaths; they did not come. I felt for a heart-throb; there was not so much as a flutter. His neck was seared by a ghastly ring. His face was livid. And yet 1 would not adit even then that he wi dead. With a ery I seized his arms and moved them first above his head till he looked like a man about to dive, and then clapped them against his sid number of time: drew through hi: repeating this an infinite praying that the air I lungs might blow against some smoldering rk of humanity and kindle it once more into life. The perspiration rolled from me; my mouth was as a sand pit; the heavy scent of the magnolia blossoms above sickened me with its strength; the sight departed from my eyes a small circle of which weved and ed in the sunlij nd the litle green lizard and looked at me curiously and forgot that T w human. And then of a sudden my con I could see nothing beyond the hot dust around, a sob, and his chest began to ne of itself without my laborious aid. And after that for awhile [ knew very little more. dust danced more wildly in the lizards changed to dark- the light went ou nd when I came next to my senses Methuen was sitting up with one hand clutching his throat, looking at me wildly. “What has happened?” he gasped. thought I was dead, and Garcia had ed me—Garc No one is here. ‘The puebla seems deserted. Calvert, tell m “They have gone,” I said. ‘We are alive. We will get away from here as soon as you can walk. He rose to his feet, swaying. now. But what about: you? ang- “Tean walk “Iam an old man,’ said, “wearily old In the last two hours J have grown a hu dred years. But 1 think I can walk al Yes, look, 1 am stropg.. (Lean on iny arm. Do you see that brokem window in che chapel? When T figed through that the bell stopped tolling. “Let us go inside the-ehapel for minutes before we Ipave.the n. “We have, had a € sid man. [5b Ther the st was a faint chapel. smell of ince inside The odor of it lingers by me (The. end) 4 Young Man in Hired Garment: Fram the Indianapolis! Fodrma® e Ss He was gawky, sali@y and long-necl he was bow-legged and dimber-jointed shert, he was a man whom nature never intended for dress parade, and he knew it. Only one person besides his wife ever said he was handsome, and that was a spinster who had had some poems accepted by magazines, and her opinion was hardly worth the atmosphere used in expressing it. And yet. when our fricnd’s lodge was to have a reception, banquet and ball his wife urged him to wear a dress suit. In a@ moment of groundicss vanity he as- sented and rented a full evening dress outfit. Then his troubles began. When ‘he tried on the suit at the clothing store the coat lapels flared and wrinkled the shoulders. Accordingly, the accom- modating salesman pinned the lower cor- ners of the coat front to the bottom of the vest. The latter garment had an un- usually large opening in front, the whole garment containing just enough goods to make a watch guard., When he got the whole suit on he felt like anything but a happy man, but the feeling would wear off, he told himself. It never did. When he bore the precious bundle homeward he was prouder than many men who owned dress suits instead of renting them. The wife went to a hairdresser, leaving the husband to the glories of his dress suit. After a vicient and manful strug- gle he succeeded in getting into the trousers. He owned nc patent leathers, and his calfskin shoes, with a coat of liquid dressing that refused to shine over ordi- nary blacking, looked as if they had been dipped in ink. This ‘domestic finish” added nothing in the way of comfort. Then came the shirt. Just as he had got that freshly laun- dered garment well adjusted a cold perspir- ation broke out all ever the victim's per- son as h2 noted the narrowness of the bosom. A horrid possibility he dared not even mentally express dawned upon nim. But it was the only clean shirt he owned. Collar and a three-for-a-quarter white bew were the next essentials, and then that dreadful horse-collar vest! It was as he had expected! The shirt bosom two inches too narrow for the vest opening! He at last decided to pull the vest down, nar- rowing the vent, and pin the bottom to the trousers. (It was nearly time to go, and the heroic measures were necessary.) But this made the waistband of the trousers peer up over the top button of that religion- destroying vest. He shed tears, and would have fain done likewise with the vest. He put a handkerchief there to hide the waist- band. That was better. The coat once on and duly pinned at the corners, he called at the hairdresser’s for his wife. He was brave beneath the shelter of his ulster. When they arrived at the hall and sepay rated for the cloak rooms, all the pins came out of his patched-up rigging. He fastened in a carnation to hide part of his unlaunder- ed muslin. He also madé the cheering dis- covery that in festooning’ his handkerchief over the ambitious wt and he had made a great exhibition tHe only dirty spot on that cotton square: More ice water per- spiration; and he s&nk“into the nearest chair. As he did so,his‘Vest front spread, showing three inches of’shirt and a sus- perder buckle on each side of that precious shirt bosom. He pulled the coat lapels to- gether and wanted to go, home. But there sat his wife, with pretfy blue chiffon at reck and sleeves of fer ‘ne Sunday dress, her hair nicely arranged? a huge bunch of carnations on her breast, and a peaceful smile on her face. e Jooked up, caught sight of the funny 1 ef suffering on his face, and laughed. he was mad. He felt that the wife ang dress suit were con- spiring to drive him jo dgink. This, dear reader, takeg;the man only to 9 o'clock in the evening. 1t-was 12:30 before his wife wanted to go home. The inter- vening period is one of agony too deep to be depicted with pen and ink. The next full dress affair he attended he wore a pair of light trousers, sack coat, black tie, tan shoes, sat with his knees crossed and en- vied no man. * = 4 He had been a man out of his element. Jnder such circumstances all men are mis- erable. 3 —+ er Advice by Proxy. From Puck. : She—“What?_ The doctor suggested that I ride a wheel? Tho idea! He never said anything like that to me!” He—"No; he didn’t care to say so to you; ‘but he told mo that no matter how ridicu- lous you might look, it would do you good.” NEAR THE WHITE HOUSE! Personal Friends of the President Indorse Paine's Celery Compound. : Following the Testimonials of Judge Powers and Congressman Grout Come Hearty Letters From Congressman Meredith of Va., Asst. U.S. Attor- ney John G. Capers, Maj. Gen. Birney, Congress- man Wilber of N. Y., Congressman Bell, Lieut. McAllister, Congressman Neill and Many More. SS < So Kote eK, : ys “proprietors of Pain never ¢ derful remedy vor the astonishing character of the indorsements It has received. This greatest of all blood p of nervous energy, this remeds greater demand than all the so dies put together— ‘This Paine's celery compound, which was first discovered and prescribed by America’s most emi- nent physician, that giant among medical scientists of this progressive age, Prof. Edward E. Pheli M.D., LL.D., of Dartmouth College— This remedy, which has been a blessing to thou- sards upon thousands of homes in every state city of the country, which has been energetically irdeised by the ablest physicians, which has re- ceived thousands of heartfelt testimonials from | women and men in every station in life, and has | been publicly recommended without solicitation by persons of such high character that they are hon- ored by the whole nation—this remedy that makes pecple well, has received so many letters in its | praise within the last two or three months, comin; in every mail from every section of the country— that it would be impossible to print them all in the daily issue of any one paper. Mr. Hearst's great paper, the Journal, in New York, the Globe and the Journal in Boston; Mr. Kotlsaat's powerful Times-Herald in Chicago, have each of them, within a month, devoted from one to three pages at a time to the most remarkable canvass ever made of the druggists in the great cities. And thelr best reporters, unprejudiced one way or another, have found that the druggists are meeting not only a larger demand than ever before for this one remeds, but that this demand—be- cause Paine's celery compound cures where every- thing else fatls—is so far greater today than that of any other remedy that it has no competitor. Among the thousands of testimonials that hare been received by the proprietors of Paine's celery compound this spring none have been more note- re and restorers which is today in ed spring ri erated elther the virtue of this won: | in this paper. H of the ablest members on the democratic side the House, a leader of acknowledged ability, perscnal friend of the President, a man of great weight—Congressman Elisha EB. Meredith of Vir- gina, A letter from him, dated February 4, from the House of Representatives, say “After a fair trial I have no hesitation in say that I believe Paine’s celery compound all that is claimed for it, and it gives me pleasure to com- mend It.”* A letter fron Congressman Robert Neill of Ar- | kansas contains the following: “My home is at Batesville, Ark. last spring and summer my eidest d: 17 years of age, was in very poor b h, suffering from ge al debility, nervous prostration and fre- quent slight fevers. She had the best medical at- tention, but apparently with littie benefit. In the latter part of September last, while still feeble, she began the use of Puine’s celery com- pevnd, and improved in health continuously. In three months she had fully recovered, and is still in perfect health. I am bound to think the remedy is an excellent one, and do not hesitate to Teccmmend it to the suffering.”” Licut. ©, A. McAllister, writing from Hotel Ox- ford, March 28, said: “For several years past I have been a sufferer from severe attacks of dyspepsia, caused by too close attention to business; on the advice of a phy- sician, I took several bottles of Paine’s celery compound, and have been greatly benefited there Since the first of last September I have gained 25 pounds, and am now feeling in first-rate health, “C. A. McALLISTER, “Ist Assistant Engineer, U. 8. R. C. Hon. Jobn ©. Bell, member of congress from Colorado, in a letter to Wells & Richardson Co., about the same time, told how he bad used three During the iter, then Se Pe OS 2 SG ee SS ONS & eee psia age of . ing law and de al work in | Washington, the Winch auder at the attle of Fredericketmnz 1a 38th Ned ! York regiment, in a letter to Wells & Richardson Co., says: Wy wife has be celery com- pound for s cures disease, In these att pound will make vigorous nerves and good blood, During these Iatter spri ing of the air; it is year to cure nervy beadaches and low celery compound. pleased Wilber of New Yo these nificant words aded by a f celery compound some t er Its use, am pleased to re who fs in an overworked or ru is doing what is claimed for i Many other le from prom le who are not so well known are in. is year's files of testimoniais from Wa Every city and every town wintry is equally well represented in this wonderful popular indorsement of the remedy purifies the blood, , m, restores and bowels, makes days of cop lnst of the three great months, th e's yearly revival season, when the from sickness is the most rapid and las ne com- days there is @ clear- le thne of the plessness, of Paine's @ use THE DISCOVERY OF MANUSCRIPTS, Documents Which Throw a Flood of Light on the Contemporary Period. From Blackwood’s Magazine. ‘The present century has seen the discov- ery of many manuscripts of the greatest importance, and this is not merely in the provinces of theology and classical learn- ing, but also in that of mediaeval his Every one knows tow Constantine T: dorf’s lucky arrival in the monastery of St. Catherire, on Mount Sinai, saved what is perhaps the oldest manuscript of the Greek New Testament from destruction by fire; and how, only two years ago, from the same treasure house of antiquity, Mrs. Lewis recovered a still earlier Syriac pa- limpsest of the same work, concealed un- der the “‘superscripture” of a comparative- ly modern martyrology. Most people, too, whether biblical scholars or not, know something of the romance attending the discovery of the long-lost “Diatessa- ron” of Tatian in the library at the Vat- ican; and how the sands of Egypt have, hardly ten years ago, yielded up the apoc- ryphal Gospel of St. Peter. In matters classical, too, it is much the HAREM ON EXHIBITION. A Bankrupt Pasha Endexavoring to Recoup Uimself. From the Philadelphia Record. A genuine oriental harem is now being exhibited throughout Europe. The manager of the Berlin Panopticum has persuaded a pasha living In the holy city of Kayroman to exhibit his harem to the unfaithful. This is the first time a Mohammedan has ever dared to disregard the very strict laws of his creed in such a way. The story of how it all came about is quite curious. The pasha, the proprietor of the harem, became bankrupt, and worried much about his in- ability to keep up in due style his very numerous family. The manager, who hap- pened to be in Egypt to engage attractions for the sideshows of the coming exposition in Berlin, heard of the pasha’s difficulties, and prevailed upon him to accept a mag- nificent sum for a six months’ contract to exhibit himself and family in Europe. The pasha, who had to choose between a cer- tain fortune among the unbelievers or ab- seme. Thousands of people who are not, in any sens? of the word, classical scholars, have heard how the ruins of Egyptian cit- fes have given us fragments of the “Iliad” in a handwriting some two or three centu- ries before Christ, and large portions of the long-lost poems of Herondas. Yet hard- ly any one, save a professional mediaeval- ist here and there, knows of the romance attending the discovery of madiaeval docu- ments; how the history of the tenth centu- ry has had to be almost rewritten owing to the discovery of the “autograph” of the work of the tenth century historian, Rich- er; or how a Prague savant just succeeded in'savirg the priceless contemporary rec ord of Frederick Barbarossa’s crusade from the scissors of a country town apothecary. To come to English matters, how many Englishmen know of the late discovery of the iong-historical French poem Gealing with the life of the great Earl Marshal, the hero of Magna Charta? Or, more remark- able still, the recovery of the history of Richard Cceur-de-Lion’s Crusade, as told in the verses of his own chaplain and fol- lower, Ambrose, the priest? ——- -s08 An Averted Tragedy. From Pick-Me-Up. “Draw, draw! Caitiff! Craven! In the name of chivalry, draw! But stay! Perhaps he cannot. Perchance he is an fmpression- eae (And the knight departed on his way. solute ruin staring him in the face at home, Was persuaded to accept the manager's offer, and thus his household is now to be seen for 50 pfennigs (12 cents) a head at Berlin. Sure enough, the pasha showed excellent taste in the selection of his wives, all of whom are very good looking, and are con- sidered great beauties from an oriental standpoint. There are a number of very handsome children from six to sixteen years of age, and some twenty female slaves at- tend to all the duties of the household in full view of the onlookers. The most in- teresting part of the show is not the per- sons themselves, but the life they lead in the harem, about which much has been written, but very litle is kn of the pasha’s wives have extrao: 2 complishments in the way of singing, pla: ing musical instruments and dancing. They are very clever handworkers, and while y much of thelr time with embroide and other similar occupations. There zre, all told, forty-seven persons in this house- hold. — see. Facing the Music. From Notes aud Queries. This silly expression, (7) which has be- come popular of late, is a metaphor, ap- parently, from the language of military riding. When a horse is young to his work it is one of the difficulties of his rider to get him to “face” the regimental band. Paine’s celery compound points to a wonderful record already achieved. ‘The most w . in telligent part of every community in this country @re among its most enthusiastic vouchers and in- dorsers. THE GR Heidelberg’s Fa Surpass- on le | From the San Francisco C; gigantic win the famed Great tun above referred to holds no less 79,000 gallc the tun which has for 150 years been figur- ing in histor a5 kind of flaws From the Cleveland Plain De ed by One in Fres 1. s lately been erected a or tun, beside which Tun of Heidelberg sinks Down at Fre cask, into insignificance. It is the big in the ‘orld. The great tun holds 49,000 German gal- 58, or 42,000 American gallons, while the than as much as or almost twice It took two carloads of steel to hoop the gigantic cask, and there is enough lumber in it to construct an elegant md n. The lumber is all redwood, obtained from the forests of Humboldt county. Not one stick in ten from which the material was selected uid answer. At olute freedom from any required. When the redwood was sele d it took almost two years for It to dry and undergo the preparation for the cask. About two ccmplete railroad trains of this California redwood is used in the Fresno vat tun. The tun towers to a height’ of no less than thirty feet, and it is twenty-six feet wide. It can contain thirty carloads of wine. ler. What a short waist that Miss Wheeer A struggling young artist.—Life.