Evening Star Newspaper, October 2, 1897, Page 20

20 THE BOOK OF NATURE Furnishes Pleasant Reading When Autumn Turns the Leaves. po OCTOBER'S BIRDS AND PLANT LIFE ——— As Hill and Valley Burst Into a Blaze of Color. a OF COMING SIGNS WINTER eg Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. HE YEAR HAS now progressed to that month fn which we make the final exchange of our summer birds for those that spend the winter with us, and witness the close of the long autumnal migratory succession of visits from those that pass through our locality on their way to the south. It would be ungrateful to our winter visitors for all the brightness and cheeriness they contribute to the nocturnal season of the year were we to express too profound 2 regret for the substitution. Yet we can- rot fail to feel more attachment to those that make their homes with us and raise their broods within our precincts than to such as are merely temporary sojourners here, awaiting only the return of warmth to desert us for their real homes to the north As for the passers-by, the traveling hosts that are transient gues’ our table, our relations with them are al- ways of a for: The warblers, little thorough chambers of ou! and those v emonious nature. inted, dainty ng the upper in spring and fall, vers and thrushes Flicker. place in their semi-annual journeys, and even that vivid bit of color, the scarlet tanager, to al! of these we can bid a final farewell for the year without emotion. ‘They are a show, and the entertain- ment they uperseded by other forms of entert. t equally attractive. But it is with sadness that we reflect that before the month is half over the chimney swifts will no longer dart about our even- ing sky. The absence of thelr cheery twit- terings will make an unfilled void in our sunset musings. And the catbirds. It ts true that they have recently subsided into silence and do not now, as earlier in the season, announce their presence with ag- gressive vanity when we happen into their vicinity: but an occasional note or glimpse of their well- are stil! with ed virio with his untiring co onally by a note warble which he has borrowed from the catbird, or a little s ato song which the chipping sparrow nt him, and his white-eyed cousin with the brusque and breezy sputter, both leave during the first half of the month, and by the te of the menth, Iso, we shall lose jeng tailed and spirited voca vrown thrasher: the woods will no more be haunted by the mel- ancholy sigh of that lest spirit that has been reincarnated in the form of the wood Pewee; and the feeble but ecstatic buzz of the grasshepper sparrow, which has been wont to greet us as we passed near the fence-pest or stalk upon which he was perched, will have been silenced until an- ther spring shall smile upon us. Must Say Good-Bye. it is hard to part with these old and tried frien We have enjeyed so much to- gether during the summer that the bonds between us ure innumerable, yet we can- Not stay them, and, hard though it be, must bid them goodbye, and with them go other friends and companions of the sum- mer. The whippoorwi!l of the nocturnal forest, the night hawk of the twilight air, the chewink of the brush-lined stream, the phoebe of the barn and bridge, the Mary- land yellow-throat of the tangled corner, all these leave for sunnier skies as October Junco. passes, and even our own famillar friend of the rose tush on the lawn, trim little chippy, but waits until he touches the very edge of November to disappear in the southern horizon. Still, as ‘aid, at the outset, we must not dwell too painfully upon these part- ings, or we shali not be doing justice to those birds that are arriving from the north to keep us in good spirits during the winter months. Indee requires no con- Straint of courtesy to rn from sad to joyous thought when a cool, frosty morning in early October we hear a fa- miliar silvery le. and, looking toward the spot from which it comes, see the well- remembered dark hood and cape and white feathers in the outspread tail of that saucy and jovial winter sprite, the snowbird. There may be only one or two of these ‘dy litle bell tinklers darting with an etic whirr from tree to ground or ground to tree, the earliest arrivals of that Vast army that »pread themselves all about the land later in the season, but so many wintry associations are clustered about their tinkling notes and their glossy gray coats that their advent upon the percep- tions instantly removes the delights of summer to the hazy distance of the remote past and clothes us with vivid points of consciousness, by which we ure brought into immediate contact with the wintry present. on A Winter Friend. For has not the junco, as I prefer to call him, been the constant companion of our winter outings? Was it a cold, biustering day that tempted us to wrestle with the wintry winds and compel from them that glowing warmth which they will yield only to the vigorous and determined antagonist ~—there was the junco, beaten from his course in his short flight, or clinging to weed, stalk or bush, with feathers turned up about his head, but full of energy and vivacity. Was it a calm, sunny day, when, with the thermometer just out of its teens. it was pleasant to recline upon some south- ern hillside and quietly absorb the beauties and novelties of the wintry landscape— there, too, was the junco, picking up seeds from the frozen earth, bustling about the ground in company with many of his fel- lows, and, perhaps, also gold finches and sparrows of various kinds, and every few minutes rising with the rest en masse at some imaginary danger, and _ hurriedly seeking shelter in bush or brush, all the time making the air musical with his ani- mated notes. Was it that the night had brought a legion of feathery flakes, and the electric morning had drawn us out to seek such ad- ventures as could be found in exploring the new land created in a night—the leafless Fox Sparrow. forest with its deep, unbroken snow—not far should we have penetrated into this Aladdin's palace before the well-known tinkle and percussive notes would tell us that in the trees above our heads the juncos were finding such sustenance as na- ture had held in reserve for them for just such occasions as this when the ground was not accessible. It is truly 2 multum in parvo, that nete which the first week of October flings into cur ears. For all these and many more ex- hilarating and uplifting events are inter- mingled in our memory, and the essence of the entire mass is extracted and stored in that little bell of silver. ‘The memory of the lover of the poetry of nature is a rich storehouse. For him the dross of every experience is burned, and only the gleam cf pure gold is seen when the door js ajar. ‘And how much gold may be there heaped up, let him tell who, like Thoreau, makes daily pilgrimages to the shrine of nature with his senses all like open windows. Another Who is Welcome: Not so many associations are crowded into the sight of the first golden-crested knight of the season in early October as are stirred into life by the junco’s silvery notes; yet to one who has frequently wandered through wintry woods it has many sugges- tions. A mite of a bird with feathers so fluffed that he looks like a ball of down, he moves briskly and actively about the tree bough that is the field of his food search, every now and then turning the top of his head squarely to you, either right side up or upside down, as the occasion demands, and showing you the yellow stripe that parts his crown longitudinally. Sometimes you will see him lift himself up wing power to a pine cone and remain poised in air feeding on the seeds in the cone, his wings the while working so rap- idly that they disappear from sight as do those of the humming bird. But his pres- is not so often manifest to the - as to the ear. His body is so small nd easily hidden, and his fine, high- pitched note is so constantly uttered that he is much more readily heard than seen. Still unless you are observant you are-apt to miss even this indication of his presence, for it 1s so unobtrusive that it fits into the general background of sound like the rustle of trees in a gentle breeze. It is very elusive, also, seeming to come from no certain point, but mingling with all your surroundings. October brings us other winter visitors, but none with which we have such inti- these two old mate acquaintance as friends. Still, we have a hearty welcome for all. It is pleasant to know, that the rusty grackle we unexpectedly encounter in the shade of tangled wood intends to see us through the winter, no matter what the weather may be. Or when we startle a flock of titlarks in the middle of a stub- blefield, walking teeteringly away from us with increasing rapidity until our approach seems too near for safety, and then taking wing and flying in a body this way and that. to finally settle down very near the starting place, there is enjoyment in the thought that these comical maneuvers may he repeated for our amusement at any time until April. is Late Comers. Then there are the fox sparrows, great overgrown, goud-natured fellows, with their splotched costumes. They do not arrive until near the end of the month, and most of them pass on in November, but some stay all winter to keep company with the few white throats t! remain. What big-bodied sparrows they are! And most industrious. While walking zeside some shru shrub-hidden stream you will hear a rust- ling among the many dead leaves strewn beneath the bushes. Your first thought will probably be that some chicken has strayed out into the terra incognita beyond the barnyard limits and is unconcernedly scratching a living along the bank of the ; stream. But if you Investigate you will find that your “chicken” {s lo. rand nar- rower in build than any you ever saw before; that it has short legs and a pe- culiarly patched reddish-brown costume, and that it is seratching with both feet at once. You may then know that your ram- ble along the stream has brought you into the company of a fox sparrow. In the course of a walk in these days one is Hable to meet with large flocks of robins, most of them cn their way south. And if your path les through the wilder woods the voices of many blue jays will bring a wholesome refreshment to your ear. The jays are nearly related to the crows, a fact which is impressed upon the listener by the loud and constant excited conversations they hold as they fly from tree to tree or move actively about among the upper branches. Like the caw of the crow the jay’s note is not what can be strictly called musical; yet there is music in it, nevertheless, from a non-technical standpoint. One who has often heard their strident but sturdy and vigorous crtes, particularly in mountain wilder- nesses, comes to find in the sound a tonic that is to the car what the rugged moun- tain side that echoes the calls is to the eye. The jays are old and familiar friends. Hardy, independent rovers, with the spirit of the freebooter under their gay cavalier cloaks of blue and white, they seem par- ticularly suited to the wilderness they love and to the frigid season in which they most abound. Sounding the Retreat. Something of the same wildness that dwells in their erles pervades the beating pedal note of the flicker, which is again heard at this time, but With a modification of the ruggedness. The same rocky cliffs are there, but they are overgrown with moss and hung with laurel. It is associat- ed, too, with gentler surroundings, for it is mcest prominent in the spring when it an- nounces the beginning of the open sea- son. The present note, however, has a Chipping Sparrow. different meaning; it sounds the retreat of summer. Far over hill and meadow it rolls, rallying to the retiring standard the troops that are engaged in the unequal contest which has been raging througaout the month, and tells us that the end is at hand. In August an occasional vagrant breeze from the north ore to the camp of summer the faint notes of a bugle call from the distant forces of winter. In Sep- tember the pickets were driven in after numerous skirmishes with the advance guard of the sneering army. In Oc- tober the main body ts in the field, and the conflict is on with full vigor. Sturdily is the ground contested. Backward and forward swing the battle Ines. The forces of summer dispute every inch with the hardy invader, but in vain. He has the whole north at his back, while summer's best legions are absent, waging a war of conquest south of the equator. At length the retreat is sounded, and since the south- ern commander cannot save his camp he sets fire to it, and hill and valley, meadow and forest, burst into one vast conflagra- tion, : Therefore, let us join the throng, and, turning our backs upen the retiring army, strike @ friendship with the arctic victor. The frosts which he spreads upon A HOPELESS CASE Mr. George H. Zimmer of Bellepoim Unable te Walk — The Dectors Mave Given Up Mix Case. From Democratic ierald, Dolawa: Perhaps there is not & more promines knowe cirmer Cvnico-d ” Toonaisip, Odie, than Mr. George ML Zu 7, aud » fends will be glad to kit vow be was What the doctors bad given up as a hopeles ef kiiney disease. ~ the land at intervals throughout the month exterminate most of the flowers that have filled the landscape with bright colors, but they put new blood in our veins, and we know that they gre ripening the chestnuts. By the end of the third week in October we can set out with bucket or basket, sure of a successful chestnuting excursion. And if on our way we keep a proper watch we shall probably have an opportunity to take the proverbial long pole and knock a few persimmons, from which the same frosts will have removed the puckering qualities. With chestnuts plentiful, every walk be- comes a feast. And if the many delightful days which October brings tempt us to so many outdoor excursions that the taste of chestnuts becomes cheap, I know where we can find a far richer flavor with which to Please our palates. Down in the hollow beside the stream grows the hazel nut, whose toothsome kernel is as much finer than the chestnut as the wild rose beside it expanding a second bloom for the year is finer than the c e-habited golden rod, now far past its zenith. Gentian and Witch Hazel. By the time the chestnuts are ready for squirrel and man the glow of the golden rod has faded and the fields have known their last conqueror among the floral hosts the purple and gold of the asters and sun- flowers have been withdrawn, and the floral ranks have been generally reduced to stragglers. But hid in the dark recesses of low tangled woods there fs yet a newcomer well worthy of acquaintance. Here, where moisture pervades and the rays of the sun do not penetrate, the beautiful closed gen- tian fulfills its destiny. It holds aloft at the summit of its stem, for the benefit of the botanical explorer, a bunch of blosscnts of deep rich blue, which, however, as though the genius of the plant realized the necessity, owing to the late date of blooming, of added protection for the fertilizing portions of the flower, do not expand, but, remaining bud-like in ap- pearance, carry on the changes from bloom to seed behind closed: doors, in ex- ecutive session, as it were. And there is yet another individual of the plant world that delays until the latter part of Octo- ber its blooming period. Most trees and shrubs produce their blossoms before their leaves appear, as, for instance, the sassa- fras, spice bush, flowering dogwood and wild azalia; others, such as the oaks ana hornbeams develop them with or shortly after the appearance of the leaves; and yet others, like the chestnut and poke, come into bloom after the leaves are fully de- veloped. But it remains for the witch- hazel to wait until its leaves are falling be- fere it blossoms. Nor does its eccentricity end here. For, besides commencing its work just as the other plants have put up their shutters, it finishes just as they are taking them down again, making spring, instead of autumn, its harvest time. Most plants, when later than usual in starting the day, make kaste and crowd their la- bors into as short a space of time as pos- ible; but the witch hazel, when tard, tiently waits in a state of suspende mation during the whole night or winter, and opens its delayed flowers early in the following spring. At least, I suspect this to and pipitygee,” as the trainmen say in Texas. At 10 o'clock we arrived at Jaffa and drove rapidly through the narrow, muddy strcets to the landing. The breakers were rolling high, but the English officers who were Jand sick and longed for the sea, Sired a boat with eight oarsmen and a man at the tiller, to carry them, “dead or alive,” as one of them put St, to the big battle ship that was riding at anchor, about a ‘leaguc from land. They very generously offered to take -mé with them and “put me down™ at Malta, but I would go to Exypt, and so was foreed to decline the tempting invitation and tar- ry yet awhile longer in this desolate land, where, when ihe sea ts high, the ships go by, and when the sea is low there are no ships. A half dozen strokes of the oars carried the strong boat so far from the shore that it was lost In the leaping waves. Of a sudden I felt myself jostied, and a woman, veiled heavily, rushed past me. was the same woman I had seen entering the third-class carriage at Jerusalem. Standing upon the edge of the wail, with the water leaping as high as her head and falling foaming into the sea again, she tore the veil from her face and gazed out over the troubled waste. It was the same woman I had seen atthe well in the guich ef Jehosaphat. = As the boat rode the top ‘ef a rolling sea she saw the handsome lieutenant waving me a last adieu. A moment later the boat seemed poised on end, and then, phanging Alown, was lost te view behind the rock of Andromeda. tg : The woman lifted her Waiids high above her head, let them fall heavily at her side, and turned from the sea as sad a face as I have ever looked upon. And now as she turned to go she saw before her the xrinning guide who had so cruelly deceived her; carrying love mes- from Africa, upon your face, prone big eyes burning into your very «Don't say ‘your,’ lieutenant,” said I. ‘It was not my face she was breathing on, nor my soul that was being burned.” The Englishman leaned back and began to laugh, but stopped short, staring at the ergata en me. = “I say!” he , “she’s there!” “Where?” — “At the window. Drink away your wine and let's be off. 'No,” said I, “not another drop for me if it makes a man like that.” The next day we all went up to Bethle- hem. The wind had gone round to the east during tne night, and now it began to rain. Across the Moab mountains and up from the Dead sea the wind came cry- ing, cold and wet. i recall now how the raindrops trem- bled on the olive trees and glistened on the ebony ankies of an African, who was driving a burro across the field of peas. “What art thou sowing?” the Savior is said to have asked of a man who was planting in this stony field. “Stones,” said the farmer, and from that day, whatever seed they sow, the field yields only peas of stone. 4 The wind tore away the frail curtains of our carriage. The rain swept by and beat against the mausoleum monument at Rachel’s tomb, behird which a half dozen Russian pilgrims were hiding from the storm. To the left of the road the field of the shepherds sloped down to the canyon, and new, a little further on, we could sce, as through a veil, the Church of the Nati ity, whose dome had been patched with sheet lead by Edward IV. The Turks, how- (Copyright, 1897, by Cy Warman.) Written for The tart Down in the gulch of Jehosaphat (it can’t be called a valley), across from Solomon's Stables, over against the Mount of Olives, not far from the garden of Gethsemane and hard by the tomb of Absalom, there is an unwalled well whore waters are clear and cool. If we save the well of the Vir- gin, a little below, and the pool of Siloara, still farther down the canyon, ngar the wretched hovcl where the lepers live, this is the only water worth mentioning in the entire gulch. To this well the natives fare with water pots, pails and pigskins, in which they bear away the water for drink- ing and cooking purposes. These natives seldom bathe. About this well young tourists like to linger and look upon, the Hthe Mahometan maidens, who give out shy, sidelong glances from théir big brown eyes and spill water over their naked feet. - .From this well, the Arabs say, the demons, or genii, slaves of King Solomon's seal, used to carry water for Solomon's hundreds of wives and horses, who flirted and fretted on the hill above. But these are no demons who come to the well for water today. They are real, live maidens. unveiled, but modest. There was one among them, a willowy woman of eighteen or twenty summers, whose soulful eyes were almost irresistible. I only caught glimpses of them as they were flashed upon younger and handsomer members of our party,. but I have not for- gotten the little that I did see. ‘The first time we saw her a fresh young Frenchman had the nerve to walk up to her, beam on her, offer to shake hands, and when she refused, he jollied her under the chin. Instantly her whole mien changed. The big eyes contracted, the brow lowered, the full lips parted, and through her clenched teeth she hissed like @ serpent about to strike. It was as if a dark cloud had come between us and tlie sun. It was not a pretty picture, if a Frenchman did make it. Three or four officers of her majesty navy who had come up from the Medite: ranean squadron to see the sights, the Frenchman referred to, and the writer, made.up the party that had gone down the gulch that morning. The outraged woman seemed to take in the whole company at one sweep of her beautiful eyes. “‘Thave always been a eorking man, but as I hecame, adv Fears 1 became surely afflicted with A clinic ted varions ferent Kinds of medicines, but was not benefit Brew steadily worse, and at times wrx unable valk about the tv 1 went t2 Delaware and while Carter's drag store much faith in them, but I was aud ready to try anything that promised relief, so T took a box of the pills home with ame ind began taking them as dire: The effect was simply wonde feel like a im. L kept om taking the and my former strength and vigor returned. ‘as a well man, I have led with my kidneys since. ‘ 1 a my remarkatle cu: Williams’ Pink Pils for Palo Peopiw, that I cannot praise them too highly y @ great remedy, and I have n to many of my friends, who them with flattering fesuits. They are a j flix ther are said to core, amt & Mend them fut. 1 bey ms’ Pink Pl erm, all Shattered nerves troubles peculiar tof regularities amd all torn build up th to pale diea! cure in all « With the largest organization. Rev. Father John Conway appoin presi lent Rev. William ance, Father J. M. Jerge of Woodstock hat been appointed treasur-r to fill th und Kn cruits for th William) Doherts cured as profe: lytical mechan partment of the Rev. Francis been ordered to is at present on boa A J.. who has to Georgetow the cutter Bear he be the explanation of the witch hazel blos- | Lieut. Blank, a fine young Englishman, er containing all will reach trim in soms I have gathered in March. six feet, and handsome, happened to be time to aliow for his arrival at the uni- aintasctae Color. standing near the well, and when she had ty before the close of autuma e ? glanced over the party, manifestly to see Rev. John s. G. Hag 8. J. HER DRESS. It is customary in pyrotechnic displays | if they were all alike, her eyes rested ap- SHE DREW A DAGGER FROM 5 hoth of to conclude with a grand burst of fire-| pealingly upon the young officer's face. : 2 Le = tion of the - P i c Of course she did not keep them there Wonks, G5 Gn Duprcesive culmination ot eT one enough to melt the blue in his. but | ever, soon stripped off the lead, made bul- | caken’ ¢o her that the Ehietichenin bed nek work on the roof of the ne exhibition. Something akin to this is the manner in which nature ends her floral display. After the varied exhibition of indivjdual lets of it, and fired them a - | sent. Now we went into the church and stood Instantly her face was w! wi ee. for a space by the sacred stone that is| With a swift movement she drew a dag- supposed to mark the spot where the Christ | ger from her dress, drove it to the Arab's Sie cradled: | heart, and as he reeled and fell, she hur- is progressing satis pected that the hosp: a dispensary in November everything will be partments, wu: she certainly slowed down, and stopped just for the faintest infinitesimal fraction of a second, and then pulled out again. I thought I saw the faintest flush suf- fuse the ruddy, cold sath cheek of the lieu- of the supervision pieces, from liverwort to witch hazel, is | tenant. 1 Beside the wall, lying face down, a young | ried away up the narrow street. Two or | Sisters of I f Philadelphia, will concluded, and when the interest in the | “As the girl started to lerve, her feet slip- | negro was weeping bitterly. One of the | three men turned and looked after her, but | be thrown ope: performance is somewhat sated, she sets | 54 trom the wet rock ugjon which she had | Turkish soldiers who patrol the place to | no one followed her. £ off the whole forest at once in one immense blaze of color. Intimations of this con- stmmation are to be seen throughout the forepart of the month. The dogwoods have generally burst into orange flame, in the midst of which their scarlet berries glezm out like jewels. Some of the ma- ples and most of the gums are all red, and others are largely so. The oaks dis- play here and there a reddened spray. But after the 15th what changes manifest themselves from day to day! It is then that the true character of each tree is keep Christians from killing each- other, kicked the prostrate boy, who rose and went weeping out into the rain. As we passed out by a back door into a | I don’t know what they did with her. If ! sort of alley, the way was almost blocked | b the killing had been done by a man, the brother of the victim might go and slay the slayer with impunity; but, being a wo- man, she will probably be suffered to go her way. UNIVERSITY NOTES been standing, the water:jar toppled as though about to tymble from her head, and, as she made am effé#t to save the jar, she lost her balance and swayed toward the well. “ i No doubt the excitement through which she had passed had tattled her nerves, for one of these orientals, when not excited, can almost do a _handspring with a water jar on her head without spilling enough water to wet a jubilee stamp. As the woman felt herself going she put Patriotic Seamstresses, From the Boston Courier. All flags used in the United Stw are made by women at the Brookly yard. In the great sewing room in } 7 from twenty to thirty women are bled to work on the flags. Not only are our own stars and stripes made by them, but also the flags of every nation in whese merchants, guides and other begga cried the beggars. “Tak “Buy oof mi sheesh me, said the guides. I pleaded the merchant; am_a Keris- tian. ‘Come to my shep.”’ “I been to Chicago,” said another, and they would lay hold of ourselves £0 that we must beat them off. They followed us to the tery Catholic University. out a foot, quickly, instinctively, to save Wednesday th hi waters our vessels sail. Scme of the wo- brought out, just as the real characters of was just where she | docr of the milk grotto, and some of them e courses at this university | ¥* : 2 men are chown by the proximity of death. | Rerself; but the well was Just where door of the Teen ihe long flight of stone | Were Inaugurated for the wession of 19p7.|@€P @TOw old in the service, for the work- The oaks, sturdy and majestic throughout | “Witt wonderful agility the English officer | steps to tug at our coats, as we stood at | 98, with a large attendance. ers in the department are preferred for the summer, retain these qualities unblem- | wound a long, strong atm about the wo- | the edge of a circle of black-gowned girls, Rey. Father Richard Hermebury was in- {thelr skill as needle workers and not oa Ished to the end. So, too, the maples | man's waist and pulled her away from the | who were worshiping there with a couple | sianea as professor of Celt account of partisan influence. The change and beeches bring no disappointment to the Sreyanea siwaas ¢ language and well. He did not appear:to take advantage of her misfortune, but: the woman being. be- tween him and the danger, hé very natural- ly had to draw her toward him: For an in- stant the girl's face went white, and then, as the handsome officer strained her to his breast, (mind, the well was on the other side of her) for the smallest fraction of a moment, the hot blood leaped to her cheek, seeing which, the gallant Mr. Blank put her from him gently, bowing and blushing also. Immediately his fellow officers gave him hands, as heartily as if he -had been an American prize fighter starring in a new drama; the Frenchman shrugged; while Mozen, the thin-nosed dragoman, beat his bloomers with his dirty fez and roared with of administration has no effect upon these women. Year after year they sew the stripes together and the stars to position upon the blue firmament in the corner of the flag. They embroider the Ch ira~ gon and applique the fautastic symbols used in the fags of other nations, star shows a certat the inch, and the work receives rij spection. The work lasts all the year round, and there is no fluctuation in the wages paid. ape: Street Oratory From the Mustrated Ame When one hears some literature, for which position he has been studying abroad ever since the establish- ment of the chair became certain. Rev. Father John S. Creagh of the Boston dio- cese will be professor of canon law, vice Dr. Peries, and Rev. Father Charles T. Aiken of Milwaukee will be an instructor in the school of philosophy, while Rev Father William J. Kirby of Boston diocese is assuciate professor of suciology. It is probable that Rev. Thomas J. ahan, professor of ecclesiasté nistory, will fill the chair of Roman law, for which pro vision has recently been made. The endowment ef $150,000 left by Colo- nel Patrick B. O’Brien of New Orleans expectations of their friends. But the hickories and chestnuts, from which much might be looked for, are rather. mediocre in their brownish yellow garb, while many of the tulip trees, those tall, upright, noble- looking specimens of arborhood, which gave so much promise ip the spring, with their showy blossoms, beside which the greenish tassels of the oaks looked mean and insignificant, have nothing better to contribute to the autumnal bouquet than a dingy light brown, which shows sordidly amid the brilliant tints of their neighbors. Despite their lofty bearing and elegant at- tainments they sink to an ignominious end. The beech is worthy of special mention. Like Petronius Arbiter, it displays In death It was still raining when we came out, and were dogged through the narrow lane by the beggars, guides and pearl mer- chants. Some of our party were lured into a shop by a lace vendor, while the lieutenant and I entered the carriage, cold and wet. My cempanion fished up a half-pint bottle of brandy, and the moment it came to light an Arab merchant poked his head in and asked, excitedly: “Whach ’at? Whisk? Gim- ine whisk; I been Chicog. It seemed to me that all the people of Palestine had been to the world’s fair, just as all the burro boys at the pyramids had seen Mark Twain and had served him in “six-seven,” as they say. New Vork. rough, shirt-sleeve laughter. ‘When the officer had not given the bottle | becomes available this fall. ‘This endow-| laborer explaining Ricardo’s law of rent to a e 4 i d rescue nearly all of the water had | my knee. say, * chemistry, upied by Prof. John A, Grif- e of al . ry ag. and elongated. slender branches and the | hoe. spilled. ‘The maiden looked at the | through the little glass at the backeof the | fin: the John O'Brien chalr of physics, filea | MMOt unique of about a century ax) to ig finely painted buds in which its leaves carriage, “‘there she is. 2 by Prof. Daniel W. Shea, and the Richard ry ® y of the water pot, stooped to pick it up, paused and pressed a hand to her forehead, as though she were dizzy. The Englishman took up the pot filled it and gave it to the girl. Again those soulful eyes wandered to his, rested a moment and turned away. Now, the guide, having left off laughing, first appear, give it an air of distinction that is appreciable to the merely casual observer. In the closing chapter of its arnual life it fully maintains this high standard. Its autumnal dress shows three cclors disposed in this artistic manner: A. single tax of the present day, one realizes that whatever other peculiar features these gatherings may have, they are not char- acterized by lack of brains and thought. Wher laughter cr applause from some group indicates that a talker has scored @ I saw her, too, as she drew back under the cover of a shop, but I liked to pretend that I did not. “Put it away, lHeutenant,” said I. “Put the bottle away, and if I were in your place I’d take the good advice that is put M. O’Brien chair of Roman law, now filled by Dr. Shahan. It is probable that Dr. Shahan will be relieved from this chair, however, so that he may devote more time to his other work. Mer. Schroeder has been in Rome, while Y i ttention is drawn his way. M which In turn shades into a_ yellowish | Sit, and it was pla! ‘ from time to time, but I was aware that | J. Hoffman, curator of the museum, was | TOU2dS him. This is his opportunity. Tak- talking about the rescue. She glanced from green near the trunk. HENRY OLDY! Ore tees i tnereracen stepped toreard ing a deeper breath and chest, he raises bis voice a trifle and gives 2 the young woman was desperately in love | appointed United States consul at Manne expanding | his —_>—- and gave him her hand, but with her eyes | with him. She had stolen to his hotel in| heim, Germany, and is now at his post. cal aw on Gutk of Claes Made by Wen Anacew | on the ground: the night to look upon his handsome face. | During his absence he will make collec. aud hee abteonce seapeane Jackson. He took it in both his hands, pressed it, | and had followed our carriage in the driv- | tions for the museum. A recent addition 3 out to give ing rain from Jerusalem to Bethlehem and back. This was to be our last night together in old Jerusalem, and when we had finished our dinner we went out for a walk. The and she withdrew it and started away. Now the guide roared in Arabic, gesticu- lated in French and the woman. stopped. She wore a troubled look as she faced the young officer, unclasped her necklace of museum consists of some Assyrian containing fine specimens of cunei- form writing. For a while he holds its attenti perhaps there begins a disintegration, v he ends with ont him; sometimes with less. From the Nashville Banner. Mr. Edward Dawson of Cincinnati has a rare relic, which he values very highly. It is a suit of clothing, “homespun,” made by ul the original crowd about Columbian University. = rain had ceased. A few white, ragged | ‘Wednesday witnessed the opening of this = ——==s Mrs. Andrew Jackson for his grandfather, | silver, coln—her | entire fortune, a5 Wve | cicuds hurried up from the Mediterranean, | school for the season's work unace mocy Moses Dawecn, a stanch democrat and al who had saved her from the well. crossed the Dead sea and Jost themselves | favorable circumstances. The lecture hall d d texsai hetenicelg warm friend of Gen. Jackson. Mr. Dawson| “Did you tell her to give it me?” demand- Sent hieee Rees eae A hammel, | ¥85 crowded with students to hear the in- leaps bindield frequently visited the Hermitage. On one | ed the officer. | » 1, y ten it to her | under four bushes of Egyptian wheat, was | troductory remarks of the various profes- through the ai of his visits to Gen. Jackson Mr. Dawson | 11,4¢'she shall pay you for her life, an’ she } tolling up the road. As we passed on we|sors and the registration books show a Gf the wome admired a suit of clothing of homespun | say it is all she have, an’ give it. It is | S2w some lepers lurking in the shadow of | larger number registered for degrees than spectators cloth that Gen. Jackson wore. worth something,” he added, not being | the wall. jap | Were on the books the same time last year, lly think it isa “They are the result of home industry,” | able to understand how a man could bring | _A long string of camels, laden with | and that“was the high-water mark ef the terribly risk freight, came swinging. up over the hill, filling the evening air with the soft music of their tinkling bells. Presently we saw Mozen, the thin-nosed guide, with a bundle under his arm, coming through the Damas- cus gate. This was the first time we had seen him since the lieutenant had chastised him at the tomb of Absalom. When he had come out of the shadow of ,the arch, the Arab stopped, pulled at the top of his fez and said, “‘Bon soir.” Your Arabian linguist ‘likes to talk French to an Englishman and English to a Frenchman, and so avoid criticism. “Will messeaur take the beautiful haram (wife) away with him?” the Arab asked, Peering into the Englishman’s face. “What the devil do you mean?” demand- ed the lieutenant, glaring at the grinning guide. , she know,” said the Arab. “She say merseaur have a beautiful ship on the sea— a great white ship, with a lamp that shines from Jaffa to the pyramids, and guns that uriversity’s enrollment. Dr. B. L. Whit- man made a short address and expressed himsclf as much gratified at the showing made. Late in the afternoon W1 m T. Harris delivered an address on the mean- ing of graduate studies. The school of graduate studies is one of the most recently established branches of the university, and will be in charge of President Whitman and Drs. Munroe and Huntington. In the evening the opening of the law and medical departments, the Corcoran scientific school and the dental deparcment tcok place. The main hall was crowded to its utmest capacity with students. Judge Cox of the Supreme Court of the District delivered an address to the students and mapped out the course of study in the law department. Other addresses were made, and the students were exhorted to settle down for a hard winter's work. , Georgetown University. “A mass meeting was helé Wednesday to remarked Gen. Jackson, “and Mrs. Jackson made them. I have no doubt she will make you a suit.” Mrs, Jackson made the suit while Mr. Dawson was their guest. On his return Mr. Dawson spent several days in Nash- ville, where he contracted a cold. After he returned home he, desirous of exhibit- ing his suit, attended several democratic meetings and wore the clothing. He ne- glected his cold, ard it grew worse, and developed into pneumonia, and he died shortly afterward. TS eS: He Had Two Hours Left. From the Hartford Post. A Hartford commercial traveler was in Danbury, Conn., the other night and on retiring left word with the hotel clerk to be called in time for the 5 o’clock train the next morning. He was awakened himself to refuse good baksheesh. ‘Two or three long strides brought the Neutenant within reach of the Arab, and the next moment that illustrious Nar was rubbing the back of “his head that had whacked up against the tomb of Absalom, for the Englishman had knocked him down. ‘Walking back to the bewildered woman, and smiling, the young officer clasped the necklace about her throat. Up went the eyes instantly, for the third time within ten minutes, and it seemed to me that they lingered longer than they had done before. When she got them back again she set them on the road that wound away up be- hind the stables. On the brow of Moriah she paused, turned about, and with her hands upon her lps, Trilby-like, smiled sweetly down into the gulch of Jehe eapha' . . * thing to do, wonder how she ever has the hardihood ; yet the leapistaken with perfect confidence be- cause she knows that strong and dextrous hands are ready to re- ceive her. She __, Chances at the hands of any but a trained and skillful ath- ‘That is where she is really more pru- No doubt this maiden was much dis- turbed over her romantic encounter with the young officer. She had probably never been so near to a living, moving being who long before daylight by a vigorous banging | wore trousers. Thése ’érientals pine for | Tc@r like thunder. Ha-ha-h, messeaur” (he | arrange for carrying on the Athletic Asso- fering from weakne: : ing. ss oF disease. st fe “door asd velce te. reenuise: to) Ge: | Muropeaniushandsjias our eirenees vant When mnceceauy ste obese miu be there. | ciation, and the report for last year was| — Only-a skilled, experienced physician ie SIG Pn ene watchman nad im gone | ie racely ever appeased. ‘Bhe had heard « | stip his beautiful haram will hold out her | Submitted by the treasurer, showing a de-| competent to prescribe remedies for the going I thought I’d tell you that you It's Sox meg ailments of the feminine or- ganism. No mere nurse is fitted to deal with diseases which demand hc annem: tesources of medical science. hands to him, ‘Take me, messeaur,’ she will say, and what will messeaur do, who has made love to a poor Syrian girl, and lacshe her heart from Mozen, the drago- ficiency of $700. McAleer suggested a vol- untary subscription, and over a hundred dollars was iaised. Kirby, O'Neil, Walsh, McLoughlin and others addressed the oft duty. have nearly two hours to sleep yet. about 3 o'clock. eg strong-minded, short-haired missionary wo- man say that Bogpehpen allowed their wives to eat at the’ first table, and travel up to London by the same train in which e rode, though not in the | ™an’ 5 For nearly 30 years Dr. R. V. Pierce, Wagon Tongue Snapped in Two. | tne eaeane, of course. ‘The few men | The Weutensnt made a rush for the Arab, | Meeting and advocated hard work on the | coneuiting physician of the Iavalids” Hove Skerman (Tex.) Dispatch to the Glove-Democrat. | Same carriage, | whe te ‘even more | Who had by this time put some ten or nf- | Part of all E Institute, N. Y., R. A. Bailey, a merchant of this town, | considerate of their wives. In the German | f¢en Roce et rere: the Englishman and him-| ‘The Philodemic Society will hold its eepoeneecoe capest ion and while riding a bicycle last night, collided | or Austrian empire:sheimight be asked to | Self, and who now darted into a narrow to the treatment of "Ss diseases. passage, where it was not safe to follow t, harness herself up with a dog and haul a which time the regular program will be fol- at full tilt with a loaded two-horse wagon. him, even in Jerusal : ii ‘i The tongue of the wagon struck him | MK wagon over wpe Hphemian hills, but | sist unknown.” “here murder Is | jowed. The subject for debate is: Bald ot success in this particular squarely on the breast bone. Mr. Bailey | as, if she married gn. Arab, she would be| “I don’t want to excite you, lieutenant,” His “ Prescription” has cured himself is today little the worse for the | his slave, simplement.. 6: said I, when we back to the ‘more cases of obstinate female di: than encounter, save for a slight soreness, but | It was a little early in December when “bi any other known remedy. No other med? the wagon, tongue was broken squarely | this Scene 100K Pee ne ote iON cable, Spee a cine in the world so completely restores Bleyele rider on record: to tieeak a eauat | The leutenant Thad lingered ‘efter | he Joves the girl, and I can't say that I Qrranic health and strength to suffering the others hed gone, “discussing the ery ‘of native wine, i tongue with his breast bone. di not that he loves the but he since the little meee ithess i So Bad Lookout for Johnny. i a “Come, ‘Kins is @ buyin’ a