Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 6, 1888, Page 14

F 14 H1 OMAHA DAILY BEE: UNDAY, MAY 6, - FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE "he Troubles and Results of Mis- taken Matches. THE LAWS MUST BE INVOKED. Accounts of Brilliant Weddings that Termnate in the Divorce Courts —What Affections are Worth— Two Lives as Two or One. Tn & recent issue of the Harrisburg (Pa.) Telegram it reported eight deaths, seven of which were brought about by the refusal of as many men to live with their “better halfs” on account of infi- delity; while the eighth one, a Josiah Evans, went home at a late hour one night, and on finding a stran- ger in bed with his wife threw himself in the river. The Telegram, casually remarks the undertakers business is prospering, while the coroner of Dau- phin county, George Shindle, is build- ing a new row of houses She Loved Grief. Clinton, Mo., special to the Min- neapolis Tribune: Miss Annie Sanders, nged seventeen, attempted suicide to- day by taking morphine. The young ln&f was infatuated with a young miller ? he name of Grief, who boarded with t! e(nm(lf' and is in the employ of the Tebo Milling company. Grief came to Clinton about six months ago from 8t. Louis, his home. He is a very honorable and industrious young man. Having objections to the union Mrs, Banders yesterday refused to give her daughter permission to marry him, To-day a quarrel arose, at the end of which, and in a fit of anger, the pretty Annie took a fig n and a half of mo phine before her mother’s eyc The best of medical aid was secured and though recovery is not sure, there are hopes. A Romantic Elopement, An elopement in high social circles took place at Harmer, twelve miles from Parkershurg, W. Va., last week. The parties to it were Charles Smith, son of Dr. C. H. Smith, a prominent physician, and Miss Jennie Pugh, a seventeen-year-old daughter of David Pugh, of Harmer. The young man is about nineteen, is in the sophomore class of Marietta college, and stands at the head. The young couple have for some time wished to wed, but parental o})p{.sitiun prevented the union. An elopement was arranged several weeks ago, but it was spoiled because the fact became known to the girl’s parent: Mutual friends, however, came to their assistance and early yesterday morning the young couple met at the viver bank. A friend with a skiff rowed them across the Ohio river, where they took the in on the Ohio River road. That night a dispatch was received by Mr. Pugh, saying: ‘‘We are married. Can we come home?” Tt was too lute to raise further objoc- tion, and so the welcome invitation to return was sent. The young lady is the belle of the town, and a great favorite. ‘Wants $10,000 For His Heart. A suit for breach of promise of mar- riage, in which $10,000 damages is asked, has been begun in the supreme court, Brooklyn, by Henry L. Mugfora, living at No. 106 Eleventh street, that city, says the New York Star, The fair defendunt is Mrs. Jane Norr- by, a buxom widow of forty years, who resides with her seven-year-old daugh- ter in a two-story and basement hou: at No. 61 Second street, Eastern dis- trict. Her husband was the janitor of the Long Island Historical society. The plaintiff, who is mentioned in the directory asa broker, alleges that in March last Mrs. Norrby promised to marry him, and fixed the wedding day for April 4, but when the happy day ar- rived she failed to come to time. Mrs. Norrby shed tears last night as she told the reason she had for break- “'5 the engngement, ne day she visited the home of her fiance, and while there discovered from some papers and documents of his that’ he had deceived her as to his years. He had led her to believe that he was only fifty years of age, but from the documents mentioned she learned that he was ten years older. She had made up her mind that if she ever entered again into matrimonial bonds it would be with some one not more than ten years older than hersclf, so she refused to marry him. He May Marry Again, Birdsall Dean, of Babylon, L. T.,is sbout fourteen years of age, dependent n his fathor, who is a carpenter. 88 Annie Smith is a rather handsome woman, who resided in Amityville, about seven miles from Babylon. Miss Smith wears her age lightly, and when she testified reccntly that thi five summers had passed over her head, there was a general expression of sur- prise in the court-room. Miss Smith, it appenrs, had boen mar- ried by Rev. M. Sizer, of Amityville, to young Dean, and the youth repudiated the matrimonial contract. He declined to support his bride and she'sued him before Justice Cooper. When brought before the magistrate Dean said he didn’t know he was murvied. Later he said: “I did what I was told to do; I stood up with Miss Smith, Mr. Sizer said something aboutour being husband and wife, und shortly nfterwards I went home.” The case was dismissed in this court for want of jurisdiction, it appearing later that the bride lived in Queens county., In a short time the young bridegroom was summoned before Jus- tice K ueschel, iff Farmingdale, and the story of the marringe was gone over, It was conceded that a marriage had taken place, but counsel for Dean set up his youth, inexperience and ignorance of the responsibilities he was assuming a8 o defense, and Justice Fueschel gave a verdict against the plaintiff. The father of young Dean was, howeyer, not entirely satisfied, and fearing lest the marriage at Amityville might stand in the way of any future matrimonial alli- ance, applied to the supreme court to have the Smith m age set aside, on the ground that his son was too young to contract a marriage without the con- gsent of his parents. The judge's deci sion, which was handed down Saturday afternoon, is very brief, It simply gives HJudgment for plaintiff, with costs.” He Wanted His Old Sweetheart for a Miss Mary Jamison, a pretty eigh- teen-year-old girl, whose home is near Philadelphia, Clayton county, Ga., has departed for Maco, Texas, where she will become the wife of Mr. Simpson Mann, one of the wealthiest planters of that section. This is the outcome of a romance real life which needs no coloring, sa the Atlanta correspondent of the Cin- oinnati Enquirer, In 1868 Mann was one of the most popular young farmers in the county. He was engaged to be married to the dauglhter of & neighbor, whose haud was sought by many others. The day for the marriage was set and he guests invited. Unfortunate for him, Man espouged the cause of the re- publican par which was in much odium at the time. Not only did the Indy’s father object to the marriage of his daughter with a republican, but the young lady herself declared hiot purpose never t6 wed one whose sympathies could be with the party in power. When the wedding day came it was a rival, Henry Jamison and not Mann, who &tood up as the groom. The rejected suitor sold out his pos- sessions and removed to ‘Texas, where he has grown rich, while the lady who was to have been his bride has ,become the mother of an interesting family, the eldest of whom is Miss Mary. A year ago Mann revisited the old scene still single and with a heart sus- ceptible of love He sa in Ma the image of her mother when he last saw her in- 1869, and conceived the single idea of having his old sweetheart for a mother-in-law. The daughter consented and the mar- ringe was to have taken place at her home. o A telegram from Texas told of a seri- ous accident to her lover, which pre- vented his coming to Georgin.and asked her to go there. The brave girl at once decided to go and is now on her way. Courtship and Marriage. Boston Courier. To-day 1 wandered through the grove, 1 stroll across the lea, The music of the feathered choir Brings memories sweet to me. "f'was here we wandered hand Among the springing flowers; Ah! love, 1 never can forget Those bright, those golden hours. in hand _The scene appears the same to-day, Here was our tyrsting place, ' But now it lacks one feature bright, Your sweet and smiling face. 1 miss the music of your voice, So sweet, 80 soft, 80 low, The eyes that fondly mev fay own One’ little year ago. I sigh to have you by my side; But, ah, it can not be; X You can not come o me to-day Beside the trysting tree. A change has come mto our lives— Our courting days have fown; You've got to mind the twins, and I Must take my walks alone. Rules of Courtship. Don’'t disagree with the girl’s father in politics, or her mother in religion. If you have a rival, keep one eye on him; if he is a widower, keep two eyes on him. Don’t put too much sweet stuff on pa- per. If you do you may hear it read in after years, Go home at a reasonable hour in the evening. If on the occasion of your fivst call she looks like an 1ceberg and acts like a cold wave, take your leave early, and stay away some time, Tn cold weather finish saying good night in the house. Don’t stretch it all the way to the front gate, and thus lay the foundation for futurc asthma, bronchitis, neuralgia and chronic ca- tarrh, to help you worry the girl to death after she has married you. A Unique Elopement. A Washington special to the Phila- delphin Call says: An officer one of the United States vess: ing in the Pacific station writ dentially to a friend in this city, giving the details of the unique elopementand marringe of a brother ofiic The names of the interested parties have been kept secret, but the story itself has leaked out. A promising young officer of the Pacific squadron, while ashore at Honolulu recently, became deeply #mivien with the charms of a young native girl, whose dusky si d not prevent her from entertaining very correct ideas about the attentions she should allow a foreign officer to show her. The young woman’s father had observed with a_jealous eye the admir- ing glances of the officer, and had fo bidden his pretty daughter to reccive the attentions in any form, going so far as to return to him several nosegnys the American had sent to his inamarita. The young lady, however, appears to have lost her heart very early in the episode, and_rebelled violently when her father informed her that if he should intercept another love letter from young “Brass Buttons,” as he con- temptuously styled the officer, he would be obliged to lock her up until the American squadron should leave the rt. At a clandestine meeting of the pair this threat was communicated to the young man, who immediately deciaed upon a desperate resolution. ~Going to the irate father he made a formal pro- posal of marringe, which the old gentle- man indignatly declined. The young man pleaded to no purpose. The dusky arent was obdurate. The young fel- ow then made up his mind to take the matter into his own hands. Securing the consent of the young lady, which seems to have been forthcoming readily enough, he planned an elopement in genuine American fashion, Arranging with a missionary to tie the knot, he waited for a dark night and slipped quietly away from the ship.accompanied ounly by a fellow officer,who, after swear- ing secrecy, was induced to act as best man. Rowing ashore with mufiled oars, the two repaired to the residence of the bride-expectant, who was noiselessly as- sisted from a window. The little party hurriedly sought the minister,who mar- ried the young officer and his sweet- heart. he bride was then returned to her father’s house, as she had been taken away, by the window, and the offi- cers then hastened aboard ship. The bridegroom does not appear to have formed uny very definito place for the disposition of his dusky bride, but from the account which reaches here, he ap- pears to be sufficiently infatuated with ler to bring ner to America upon his return to his native land, A Leap Year Proposal. Newark Journal: “I think your’e the nicest man I ever saw,and—I never loved anybody before—but, well—of course—I could marry plenty. There’s Harry Thompson—and Mr. Jones—I knew they would--1f I---but I'd rather have you than anybody.” *#When shall the wedding day be?” “Let me see; the twenty-first--‘no, I've got to go to a wedding on the tifteenth---I don’t know. And then there is Mrs. Wilkerson's german on the twentieth and the ball on the twenty-fifth, Pewhaps, about the twe ninth---if ~ Mary Farallones doesn’t give her garden ‘party. Let us say some time next month, dearest.” Battle Between Two Rival Kentucky Belles. Harrodsburg, Ky., special to the St. Louis Republican: An award of 1 damages to the plaintiff in the cf court terminated a very sensational suit. Miss Annie Davenport, a blonde, and Miss Sofronia McCoy, & brunette, were the ackuowledged belles of the Bethel church peighborhood. Both were beautiful, but which possessed the greatest charms was a mooted question. A bitter rivalry sprang up between the two yonng ladies. Recently they at- tended revival services in Bethel church. They went with their parents, expecting, as usual and customary, to meet gentlemen escorts on their return, Miss meét & young man at the hat Miss Davenport was less fortunate and had to ride home be- side her father. - The opportunity was i wo good for Miss McCoy, and sheé pro- céeded to show off her beau. The two Iadies spoke in not very complimentary terms of each other,” when suddenly Miss McCoy struck at Miss Pavenport with heér riding-whip, The horse: were &topped and the young ladies d mounted and proceeded to a ten-foot fence corner, where they started in to settle their differences a la Sullivan. Misg MeCoy was getting bested, when she called for her Romeo’s assi but Miss Davenport's father was the and he proposed to_see fair play and told the girls to fight it out, which they did, and Miss, McCoy’s black eyes took on rings as a_conseqaence: She then brought suit for damages to her boauty and the case was decided to-day. A Choctaw Bride. obe Democrat: This evening at 8 o'clock the Glasgow Avenue Preshy= terinn church will be the scene of a wedding possessing unusual interest for the public. The bride is Miss Ida Belle Richards, ward of the Rev. Thomas Marshall and daughter of the late C tain 8. C. Richards, of this eity, who was n cousin of President Arthur. She graduated at Lindenwood college a year or two ago with the first honors of “her class, and at once embarked, with en- thusiasm, in the ficld of home mis She went out to the Indian territory and worked as a missionary in the Choc- taw nation. While there she met the groom-elect,Dr. Eliphalet Nott Wright, the son of the late Rev. Dr. Allen Wright, a Choctaw Indian, who filled all the posts of honor his countrymen could offer. Dr. Allen Wright was gov- ernor for two terms of the Choctaw na- tion, was o graduate of Union college, Schenectady, N. Y., in 1852, and of the Theological seminary in New York in He returned to his home inIndian territory and became a hard worker as a missionary of the Presbyterian church. Inl he was appointed a delegate to congress during the treaty between the Choctaws and the United States government. The son of this distinguished Indian—the groom of to- day—studied first at Union college, Schenectady and graduated in 1884 at the medical college at Albany, N. Y. and is now practicing medicine at Le high, I T. He has been appointed sur- geon and physician to over 3,000 miners employed by the Attoka Coal mining company, and is also national inspector and weigher for the Choctaw nation to secure their rights in the matter of the royalty to which they are entitled on oil coal mined. He is quite a young man, not over thirt; pars of age and shows traces of his Indian blood in his dark skin and straight, black hair. He is a polished and agreeable gentleman, but presents a marked contrast in personal appearance to his bride, who is a pure blonde. The wedding dress arrived last night from Tokio, Japan, where it was woven especially for the bride in the silk looms near that city, and it is entirely embroidered by the left fingers of Jap- anese workers in Yo%ohoma. Tt has been on the way since the Ist of March, and has recently been rescued from the grip of the custom house. after a s interchange of telegrams. The wh front of the dress i ma broidery. The bridal veil will be fa ened by the little star shaped blos of the bulvaria, and the bride will ¢ lillies of the valley. The dress isa present from the bride’s sister, M Dixon, of Tokio, whose husband is pro- fessor of literature and languages at the Imperial university there. and the author of several text books used in the univ Miss Viola Richards, the bride’s sister, will act as brides- maid, and Mr. Allan Wright, the groom’s brother, will act as best man, and the ushers will be Messrs. Robert Guthrie, Fd. Clayton, Norris Souther- land end Ed Avery, Rev. Thomas Mar- shall wi the ceremony, as- sisted by Rev Thompson, pastor’ of the Glasgow avenue Presbyterian church. Rev. Mr. Marahail has given the bride, asawedding present a full tea service of silver. A Very Different Matter. “I am marricd, dear father,” I cheerily wrote, ““To the truest, most loving of wives; My income is—ugh! but the wealth of our o love ‘Will last to the end of our lives.” “You're discarded forever,” he hotly re- replied ; “How dare you wed poverty, shame? “Tis u sin uncommitted by all until now Who have boasted our family name.” By way of reply I indicted him thus: There's a misunderstanding I fear: My income is—ugh! but her income, dear ad, Is exactly five thousand a year.” Notes. A woman in Georgia sat up late in the night recently to see a pail of ice water she had hung above the door overturn on her husband when he returned from the *‘club.” She got tired and went to bed. In the morning she forgot all about the pail until she opened the door to admit her mother. The two ladies are still as mad as wet hens and a divorce sumt is talked of. An Altoona, Pa., girl killed herself because her lover played her false at the very last moment, and her wedding gown became her shroud. Mrs. Theresa Fair, who obtaineda di- vorce from ex-United States Senator Fair several years ago, and with her freedom received $4,500,000 in cash and property, has started east from San L‘runcmuo with her two daughters on a visit in eastern watering places. She travels in style in a palace car. It has a steward and cook and isone of the best equipped cars in the country. Mary Glass was married last Friday in Pitisburg to Theodore Brittle, Al- though she is Brittle it is to be hoped that Mary may never be broke, tleman living in Leesburg, Va., tised in a northern journal lor & lady correspondent. He received an answer from a lady living 1n Manitoba, result was an hange of pho- iographs, mutual admiration, a proposal and finally an acceptance. The lady by an agreement with her correspondent, journeyed to Leesburg,where they were married the other day with great eclat, the whole town turning out to tender congratulations. CONNUBIALITIES, Mary Glass was married last Friday in Pittsburg to Theodore Brittle, Although she 1§ Brittle, it is to be hoped that Mary may never be broke. In Corea after a man is married he wears his Lair in @ knot atthe top of his head. Probably this is because it breaks the force of the rolling pin. oung Newark woman, after sending s announcing marriage to one lover, her mind and her bridegroom, » wedding was on time. A wedding was lately indefinitely post- poned at Bloomtield, /, because the groom had eaten a peck of black mussels for supper, and by consequence was unable to appear in polite society. Miss Richards, a cousin of the late Pre: dent Arthur, has just married a quart blood Cherokee, the son of the tribal gc ernor, of whom she became enamored in the course of missionary work, A German who walked most of the way from Texas to Booneville, Ind.,where he was to marry @ YOung WOman, was nearly six months in reaching his prospective briae. The couple are now wedded and have gone to Kansas. Two artists of very agreeable talent mar- ried at New York Wednesday, Bishop Potter ofticiating. They were. Amanda Brewster and Robert Van Vorst Sewell, and everybody will agree that the mateh is very At and tort- TRUNKS at $1.25 Upwards We are_still the 7 cheapest house on ’ 1888,--SIXTEEN PAGES, A7 A AV'dl 44 AN Al AT A AV AN AW AV Al AV & AT 40T Pkl b XL DR LN LV | T & household furnish- ing goods, crock= ger! tinware,wood- en and willow= ware, broom car=- pet sweepers, lamps & glassware We are the Leading and Cheapest House in the on Trunks and Traveling Bags. Cit gaa our Prices and Examine our Goods Before huying elsewhere, KNIVES from 10¢ o $3 Table Cutlery from 78c to 6 a set. Silver Casters from BOc to B Onaha Bazaar Just West of Postoffice COMBS, of all Kinds, from S¢ Upwards. Each of them has two pictures in the academy and twoin the S ty of Artists exhibition, and Mr. Sewell will continue to paint his' landscapes and Mrs. Sewell her portraits, A woman at Oakland, Cal., who marrisd a “man_thirty years younger than herself the ore the ceremony made him v relinquishing all “claim in law and equity operty, which she had ac- quired by hard work. She hgd seen three husbands laid in the silent tomb, and wanted to be quite sure that the youtlg man who wanted to be the fourth was nbt marrying her for her money. N A romantic story comes from Clayton’] county, Georgia. Back in 1869 one Mann fell in love with a local_beauty,mndall arrange- ments for their wedding were made; but sub- sequently the father-in- sed an ob- jection to_the young man because of his | politics. The bride, too, suddenly became | adversc so marrying him on that account, and so on the day set for their wedding she was united with another suitor. The refected groom at once disposed of his property in the county and removed to Texas, where he has since lived, and is said to have grown rich. About a_year ago he visited the scene of former country days to find_ that his sweet- heart had a daughter, aged eighteen, who bore a most striking resemblance to her mother, He lost no time in proposing to her. She accepted, und this week is set for the wedding—which will make his old-time love his mother-in-law instead of his wife. PEPPERMIRNT DROPS. Some love the hand that is tapered and thin, And some the hand that is plump; But any kind of a hand will win when— When hearts are trump. Oh, why down her checks do the tear drops all, O, is there an ache in her heart, I wonder? Her shoes are new and a size too small, My friend, and they're pinching her feet like thunder. 1f thirty-two is the freezing point, what is the squeezing point{—Two in the shade. Things always goes by contrarics; the hat won’t stick on ter a letter sticks vest pockets. There is an Indian tribe in California con- sisting of one man. When he dics his language will cease to be spoken. There is a young ladics’ seminary in_Con- necticut where the pupils_are compelled to say ‘limbislation” instead of “legislation.” A startled correspondent writes to ask if it is true that dog meat is sometimes canned { Certainly, we have seen dogs' tails canned many a time. A yonng man in Maine is accused of having voted thirteen times at one eclection, and he is in a fair way to be convinced that the num- ber is unlucky. Dr, J. C. Ayer's widow is worth $25,000,000, which goes to show that pills and potions are not 50 bad when the swallowing is done by other throats, Four rash _young men of Williamsburg, Mass., expect to make a tour through the Wwild west without a cent to pay their way. 1t is of such stuff that tramps are made, Mr. Job Lott—You have forgotten to close the safe door, Stone! Mr. Kirby Stone—I leave it open on purpose. 1 don’t want bur lars to destroy a §2,000 safe to get a few dol- lars. Yes,” he said, “T am tired. I've spent the whole day practicing on & typewriter ma- chine, and it's hard work.” _“T thought you employed a typewriterf” “Yes, but I mar- ried her.” The Kentucky legislature has been asked to muke poker playing a_felony, but the peo- ple may rest assured that the legislature of that state will not go back on themselves in any such way. Down in Florida strawberry pickers are earning only two cents a quart. - But they should mot complain. That is much more than they could get up here just now at the same business. Mr. I T, Snipe has been clected president of the Yale university boat club, 'We do not wish to make game of Mr, Snipe, but it seems in order to remark that he ought to know how to ‘“‘feather” his oars. “Sintinced for loife, d'yer say! Arrah, thin, if the judge had his eyes about him he might ha' séen that Dinnis was that delicate that he'd niver live to sarvé out a loife sen- tence, even if it was on'y for three years!” Regulur printed invitations were recently sent o a funeral at Frogmore,La., tuat read’: ““Phere will be a large funeral at Frogmore, the grandmother of —'s wife, You are in- vited. lce water and soda. Come one, come all.” “Dr. Hammond says that ‘death is not a necessity.” “Does het Well, 1 have just finished” settling up Harkins' | estate, know, and judging from the und I paid I'm prepared to agree with luxury.” The spring paragrapher is abroad, and among his latest is & story of & bald-headed man out in Sioux City who has had a lock of firey red haiv grow out in his desolate ex- panse of for while what remaius of his original hair is fairish black, A young maun was di spirit than was comely W to call *brain food.” He urge 00 ar- ticle of food furnished more brain matter than baked beans. Just then an old man looked up and said: “Young man, eat all the baked beans you can get.” Sweet Girl—And do you really stand and watch my window ery home, George, dear! Ge domg so, my love, but I sha’n't any more. Sweet Girl (anxiously)—Don't you love me as much as ever! George—O, yes; but last night & policeman thougtt T Was 4 burglar aud took me 10 the station bouse, LA MONTELAISE. the Last Song Sung Tuilerie Inaependent. L Once upon a time, at Monteux, which is the natal place of the good St. Gens, and also of Saboly, the poet of Christ- mas time, there lived a pretty little blonde maiden, with hair as bright as gold. They called her Rose. She was the daughter of the keeper of the cafe. And as she was well mannered and sang like an angel, the good cure of the parish put her at the head of the choir in the little country church. — For the st of St. Gens, the g holiday of the year at Monteux, the futher of little Rose hired a singer to add to the attrac- tiong of his cafe, The singer, who was voung, straight- way falls in love with the pretty face of the eafe-keeper’s daughter, and in good faith the blonde maiden lost her heart assoon to the stranger from the And thereupon the two precious ck dren, without more ado, are married, The little Rosette becomes Mme Bordas. Adieu, Monteux! Quickly they aro Off. ~ Ah, but it is charming! Free as ‘the air, fresh as the mountain springs, they had nothing to do but to love each other and to sing for daily bread. The first festival npon which Rosette sang was the first day of Sainte-Agathe, the patroness of the Mailanaise. re- member it all as well as though it were yesterday. It was at the Cafe dela Place. The great room was as full as an egg. Rosette, with no more fear than a bobolink when it perches on a willow, stood straight up at the end of the room in a little alcove. Her bright golden hair fell about her shoulders and over her pretty bare arms, and at her feet her husband sat playing the accom- paniment upon his guitar. Ah, but there was an uproar when she ceased. They we all }cllo\\' coun- trymen of hers. The good people of Craveson, Sauint Remy, Eraygue and Mailanaise were all there. Yon did not hear one crusty critic among them all. There was only one verdicty “Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she gentle, and how she sings! ~ She isnot from far: she is from Monteux, you know.” Andin truth Rosette did not sing of vulgar themes. She sang of her native Land, of her country’s flag—of battle, of liberty, of glory—with a passion, an ardor, a fire, which made the breasts of men expand with emotion, and when she finished the songs she cried, car- ried away by the enthusiasm of her own uature, “Vive St. Gens!” You would have thought the cafe must be wrecked by the applause that followed. Rosette descended from her place and made, triumphantly, the round of the tables and the big coppers rained down joyously into her little basket. Smiling and grateful as though she had received 100,000 francs, she ran back and poured her sous into her hus- bands guitar. saying: *Take them; scel if this holds on we will soon be rich. And in the ‘When Mme. Bordas had made the circuit of the towns in_the vicinity of her Proven , the desire to try the larger cities took possession of her heart. And there, as in thevillage, La Montelaise carried eversthing before her. She sung the Polish national an them, o flag in her hand, and she threy £0 much of her soul into hev patriotic cries that she made her hearers tremble with excitement. In Avignon, Cette, Toulouse, Bordeaux,it was all the same. Everywhere the common people adore the pretty singe And then she said to hersell, **Paris next.” Straightway she was in the capital. It is Paris that makes or breaks the for- tune of singers, But her ven more than elsewhere, she becomes the popu- lar idol. The crowds upon the boule- vards faivly worship th )uir. fresh face and clear, inspiring voi It was during the last days of the emperor, *‘the chestnut smoked in the pan,” and Mme. Bordas sang ‘‘The Marseillaise.” Ngver before had sk flung out that hymn with such enthusi- asm, with equal frenzy. The workmen, the paviors from the ¥ streets, believed themselves to see a vision,a respiendent vision of liberty incarnate and Tony Revilion said in one of the daily journals: She comes to us from her mountains, Where blows the breath of the sea; She knew as a child the spirit That fills the breast of the free. Beauty and immortal hou dost the soul enchain, Eager to follow thy gestur We spurn the altars of gain. March at the head of our columns, Ve follow wherever you g0} man is our brother, ry tyrant our foe. It At the head of our colums!” Alasl those columns were too soon 11 motion. 1t all came sooner than singer or poet dreamed. The war—the defeat—the siege—event upon event, blow upon blow, and last of all the commune, with its train of devils following. The fool- ish girl from Provence, whirled asa bird in the temptest, drunk by the furor, the rush of the passions, the pop- ularity of her songs—sung everywhere *‘La Marianne,” the last outcry of the popular heart. She would have sung in floods of the deluge; better still in tvhe temptest of fire. One day the surge of the revolution caught her in the street and carried her, as the leafi the billow, into the very :} Tuileries The populace poured give itself a carouse in magnificent salons. Arms black with powder picked up “Mar ianne”—for to the insurgents Mme Bordas was the very incarnation of Marianne, the spirit of the commune— and placed her upon the iraperial throic under the ved hangings of the empire. ““Sing & us,” shouted the crowd—*‘'sing to us the las these doomed walls shall ever hes and the little Provencal, twisting ared cap about her blonde tresses, broke out in the fierce strains of “La Canaille.” A mighty cry followed the last re- frain; “'Vive la’ Republique.” Only one voice, lost somewhere in the crowd, an- swered in Provencal dialect: **Vive St. Gen Suddenly La Montelaise was as one before whose vision rises a thick mist. In her blue eyestwo tears glistened, and her cheeks grew white as death. “Open the windows, give her air,” cried some one, seeing that the blood ceased to flow from her heart, Ah, poor Rosette, it is not lack of air that disturbs thee; it is the vision of St. Gens in the mountains; it is the inno- cent joys of festivities among the vine- yards o Provence; it is all this which some unknown voice has chanced to call up from memory to overpower the present. Meanwhile the multitude, decking it- self with the draperies of the imperial throne, surges through the yawning doors of the palace. 1tound the doomed city the roar of the cannon grows more loud and ominous; there are discordant cries in the somber streets; afar one hears the thunder of the approaching batteri an odor as of petroleum fills the throat and chokes the breath, and now high towards the clouds rolls the smoke and flame which burst from every window, casement and door of the Tuileries. Poor child singer from the happy fields of Provence—thy voice is hushed; thy face is no longer seen upon crowded boulevard, and no bhird sings ahove thy grave. That hour upon the throne of empire was thy last. ——— BEHIND THE SCENES; in OR, A WARNING TO WOOERS. Morning Journal: My dear fellow, there is not' such another girl in the world, Beautiful as a dream, and ac- complished to her very finger tips!” cried Hary Moody, rapturously. Will Carter glanced at the speaker with an amused sn *You have a very bad attack, Iam afraid. Lilly Somers may be an angel in your eyes, but I would rather have little Annie, if she is the Cinderella of the family. Now, have you ever scen your divinity in anything but a ball dress, and with a party smile on face? My sisf the Somers house, and from what I ¢ gather (now, don’t get angry) it is very different just behind the scencs,” Harry Moody was angry enough at his iend’s remarks, and yet ne did not care to provoke a quarrel, for he knew Carter would not make a statement without there was some trath in it. His suspicious regarding the perfections of Miss Somers were aroused and he re- solved to find out for himself if his friend spoke the truth, And at last fate—sometimes a very valuable and upexpected assistant— threw a chance his way that mi never oceur & i ifetim B ling one lovely summer day cinity of the home of his beloved, Moody caught a glimpse of a small side gate standing wide open. To do him justice, at the moment the thoughts which had preyed upon his mind for days and slipped from memory, and he involuntairly passed through the gate. “I will go into the " he thought, with a smile. *'Li there in the morning, she says, and as she does not expect me until to-night I will surprise her, and she will be glad 10 see me. Alas, the real surprise was destined for himself. - He wus lounging around s theso thoughls elipped through Lis | specdily oure it brain. Even as they flitted away he came to a sudden halt, for the sound of voices fell upon his ear. He was stand= ing behind a tall hedge of arbor vitwe, and was consequently sereened from ob- servation, yet he could hear distinctly. I doubt if there is a man in the world who would have acted otherwise. “How dare you such a thing, Anme Somels screamed a shrill- pitched voiceswhich made the unsus- pected listener star though he had been shot; ‘“how dare you say it? Apologize this instant, or I will make you! You wretched little nobody, in< terfering in my affairs!” “But, sister Lilly,” returned a soft, sweet voice in a tone of deprecation, “you know that T am right, and that it is not honorable for you todo such things, You did that you would marry the wealthiest one of your suitors no matter which one. I heard you. And you said also that you would accept Moody if ne asked you, simply be- e hebad plenty of money. You said, too, that you hate him, positively hate him. Oh, Lilly, how could you’ How could she say the words, or how could she hmte him, which was it? Harry felt his heart thrill a little. Tt ig so nice to have a champion, to know that one person in the world is ever ready to defend and approve you in your absence as well as in your pres ence. And shy little Annie would have almost died of shame had she dreamed that the man whose cause she wag pleading was even then within hearing of her words. But Lilly spoke and Hurry listened eagerly. “Yes, I said it,” returned Lilly Som= ers, in a lower Key, but her voice wag sullen and defiant: “I eaid it, I admit, and I repeat it. 1 hate him—and that's more than you do and you know it.” Harry Moody stared in utterincredus lous amazement. A low sob was heard, and again the soft low voice of Annie Somers fell upon his ear. “1 am not ashamed to—to care for a good man,” she panted; *‘and I do care for—for him. But I would be ashamed to marry a man whom [ hated just for his money. If you do that, Lilly—if v Harry Moody for his money vill both be unbuppy to the end () never marry Harry Moody,” eried our hero, sternly, step= ping suddenly around the hedge, and confronting the sisters. Annie, slight and pretty, ncat and dainty as u household fuiry, glanc quickly into his eves. and then, cove ing her face with her little hands, durted away like a frightened fawn Lilly Somers staggered to her feet in wordless horror and astonishment. Lilly Somers, in a soiled and ragged wrapper, with a pair of slippers were much down at the heel, and her hair in untidy curl-papers; Lilly Somers minus powder, rouge and all the thousand and one lit= tle arts which go to make up the toilety i , & very plain and unlovely The young man toek in the situation ata glance; then, with a profound bow, quietly withdrew, He had seen )| a long time before he met Misg wgain, and then she was 5o shy and retiring—so almost cold—that he began to despmir, But the memory of that confession towhich he had listened nerved him, and at last he was uble to conquer all obstacles and ask her to be hig wife. vere married and lived together while Lilly, the wife of an old now the acknowledged leader of fashion in the great city. And Harry Moody ne recalls that rude awskoning hout a shudder, followed wyer of heartfelt gratis tude for his narrow escape. s A Well of Boiling Water. Atlanta Constitution: Liberty ia., a small station on 1l Northes railway, is the scene of a peculiar phe< nomenon. A well on the premises of Hiram Lee went dry just after the carthquake of 1886, and had tg be sunk t fect deeper before the flow of was resumed. A few Ays Ngo mily of Lee was much alarmed by from the well, sounding or the fiving of can~ y It another des rd, and the water sud«= a geyser nearly to the with a rise and fall like and lling of the th um tion. The water thus expelled is boiling hot. Peo= ple for miles around arve flocking to the ,and the scientists are much exs cited over it. the lond rep like powde non. On Baturd tonation was he denly shot like top of the we draw in Serious consequences may ensue if you neglect that cough, Dr.J. H. Mcs Lean’s Tar Wine Lung Balm will cents a bottle,