Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 13, 1891, Page 9

v THE OMAHA DAIlLy BEE. OMAHA, SATURDAY, JUNE 1 A MYSTERYX Grorge Horton, Our baby boy one day Folded his violet eyes, Aud from his waxen clay His white soul flow away To far-off paradise. His little hands so fair, We crossed upon his breast, And standing by him thero We gave him to the caro Of one who doeth best. And when to final sleop We laid bim soft and low, We could not help but heap Upon him lilies deap ‘And roses pure us snow. And thon with courage great, flis mothor faced the ; But oft, when it was lnt Among his toys she sate And tondled them with tears, But now another child, With wandrous violct eyes, Rests on her b n nild, And smiled as he had smilea Today in puradise. And something scems to say To her, 50 sad bofory “The soul that flew away Is back again toda Sweet mother, w RS LOOKING FORWARD. An Answer to Looking Backward. By Richard Michaelis, CHAPTER VIIIL ‘When I left Mr. Forest after our last con- versation 1 was convinced, partly by his arguments, partly by my own observations, that communism had not established the miliennium, as I had at first supposed, after the lectures of Dr. Leeto; but that it had de- graded humanity in every respect. I felt that I must speak frackly to Dr. Leete about this change in my convictions, resien my position as professor of Shawmut college, and that this would give my life in the society of the twentioth century a new and unpleasant direction. Dr. Leete had treatad me with the utmost kinduess, and if I, from the commencement of our relations, hid refused to become en- thusiastic over communism, my amiavle host, 1 think, would have not only tolerated my views but would have continued his friend- ship for me, provided I did not join the active opposition to the administration. He might even have consented to my marriage with Edith. But now tho circumstances were such, that my change of mind involved the most unpleasant corsequences for Dr. Lecte. He had recommended me as a man especially qualificd above others to become the successor of Mr. Frost as professor of the history of the ninoteenth century. 1 owed my appointment solely to his influ- ence, and there could be no doubt that my apostacy from communism would seriously fnjure the respect in which Dr. Leete's ed- vice had n held heretofore. My host would feel this keenly. The rather sudden change in my opinions, the consequence of my very limited knowledize of national econ- omy, could have no other effect upon Dr. Leete’s family than to aestroy their good opinion of me. They would bo forced to be- lieve me a shallow, superficial -and ungrate- ful man, who had changed from an enthu- siastic advocate of communism to such a de- cided opponent of this theory that I would resign 4 position granted to me through Dr. Lecete's offorts, and thus place my kind host in an embarrassing position. And how would Edith regard my resigna- tion of the professorship? She was attached to her father by a well founded affection and esteem, Would her love for me prove strong enough to overcome the shock my step in- volved! My blind enthusiasm for the pres- ent order of things had been heralded all over the country by the administration or- * gans; they had poiuted to the fact that I, a living witness of the civilization of the nine- teenth century, had become an almost fanutic advocute of comrunism. The fact that I had changed my nnud after becoming familiar with the facts and circumstances would cor- el the administration to treat me as a deceit- ul, uaprincipled demagogue, if not as a oundrel. ‘There was very little doubt that tvould be asgymed to the most ob- jectionable work® even if I was spared & term in au insane asylum. And how could I ask Edith Leete, blooming like a beautiful flower in a well protected garden, tho house of her highly esteemed father. to oin her lot to u man who would be regarded ¥ most of the people either as a superficinl bubbler or as an unmasked hypoerite, deserv- ing his fate to be degraded to class B of the thiva grade. The fear of losing the love of Edith over- shadowed for a while all other cousiderations, for I loved in Edith Leete Edith Baruett! And the reflection that my resignation would cause the loss of Edith to me weighed upon my mind like a nightmare. Never in my lite had I felt so distressed and miserable as on way to Dr, Leete's house after my last con- versution with Mr. Forest. For a moment I harbored the idea of ending my misery by my own hand, but I resolved to pan and face my fate. So I walked to 3 ete’s house determiued not to deceive my friends nor to shrink from my duty as a wan of honor, 1 found Dr. Leete, who generally appeared 80 gentle and composed, in a rather oxcited mood. He looked boun carewora and threat: ening. Before I could address him he stepped in front of me una said: “I have positive information that our mutual friend, Mr. Fest, 1s plotting to incite a rcbellion of the radicals, ~ Frequent secret meetings have taken place during the last few days, and I learn that Fest intends to start the rebellion here in Boston.” “What means will you employ to prevent, it#" Lasked, “Will you call out the citizens and arrest the conspivators! 1 am at your sorvice,” I added, very glad to demonstrate rendiness to serve my host at least against , whose abominable theories I uot to weution my dislike for their no more " hated leader. doubt very much whether it would bo good policy to appeal to the people,” replied wthe doctor, “‘Sncha step would attach too “huch importance to the couspiracy. I wish 1 had placed that man Fest under medical caro when he left our house. He is the real danger of the hour, His followers do not amount to much, but under a leader like Fest, who combies a certain rude eloquence with reckless auducity and physical power, o rebellion may become & dangerous move- ment. ~To provent that 1 have ewven orders to arrest the arch-couspirator and to put him in @ safe plice under medical treatment.” 1 could not indorse this step, although it would, perhaps, prove successful. I sup- Tcasaci fay ODIeGtione: however, and asked Dr. Leeto if he could give fow minutes' at- tention to my own affairs, for I consiaered it my dutv not to keop secret my couvictions any longer from Edith’s fathor, With bis usual kindness Dr. Leete turned to me aud requested me to defer my conver- sation uutil noxt morning if the delay would not be very disugreeable to me, 1 consented, Wo took our places at the table 1 the din- ing room. "Mrs. Leete had sent for u light supper to tho common eating house, but none of us did justice to the meal. Wo all folt up- prehensive, Dr. Leote looked at his watch, “By this time Fest ought to bo in the of the officers una physicians,” said he, expect u Iepor Aftera fow uncasy mimnutes noise in the street, as if a groat uumber of people were comiug up to the house, Tho house door was opened, and a brawl- 1ng crowd entered the ball and pressed for- ward into tue dining room. Tho mob was led by Fost, who, evideutly, bad just been through a lov fight. His woolen shirt was torn, and ho swung & hewvy butcher's axe *stained with blood. “Here 1 aui again, De Leete, he cried in his stentorian voico zave you fair warn- iug that I would uot enter your house again 8s & friend. And swce, You damned old hypocritical tyrant, you have given orders to amprison we i & mad-house, 1 have resolved that you Shulldie this evenlug. The people of Boston shall be relieved from your yrunny. (03 we heard a Dr. Leote, T stood ready to cover his body with my own. But at this moment the mob's attention was distracted by the suddon appearance in the room of Forest, who jumped oa the din- ing table and addressed the crowd without losing a second. YT suppose vou he said. “I am man,” and ho “Bocause [ would ble administration I « place as professor of \ t was Dr. Leete who assigued we to the position of janitor.” “That's just iike the miserable old tyrant,” shouted a dirty looking fellow, : Down with an ad- ngled free speech! continued “Down with tyranny! But lot us not butcher this mis- erable old follow. It is not worthy of young and vigorous men like us to kill un unarmed old creature. Let us place him in an insane asylum, whers e intended to imprison our friend iest.’! yes, put him in a madhouse,” the ministration It was evident that Forest was trying to Leeto's life. My eye wanderod to dith. She was very palo but composed. She had pat her left avm around her father, and she met my look with an expression of sympathy. Unfortunately, Fest noticed that pression in Edith's eyes, and his jealousy broke forth with incre force, You damned fools,” he cried in a_hoarse voice, “don’t you see that this man Forest is teying to save the 1ifo of that tricky and dan- gerous tyrant! But I demand my share of the booty: the life of Leects und bis daugh- ter.’! Do as you please, Bab ! the mov yelled. “Leave this room, Forest,” commanded Robert Fest. “I have no grudge against you; but if you stand in my way you will buye 1o suffer the consequences.’’ “So long as 1 live you shall not commit murder in this house,” Mr. Forest replied. You ought to be ashamed, Fest, of conduct s0 unworthy of a gentleman. but_up you fool,” Fest screamed with ‘“I'hat’ hypocritical scoundrel, Leete, has bulldozed the people long enough. He must die, and if you don’t get out of our way you will die with him,” ? had never felt bofore carried me What has this old gentleman done to challenge your thirst for blood, you mean, cruel cowurd?" I cried, and jumped at Fest, trying to put my knife into his heart. But a dozen fists disarmed mo, while Fest com- manded: “Put that old Bostonian in a bug and dump him in the harbor. Althourh not a geutleman in the eyes of the professor I am a man of my word, and I have promised that resurrected spectre, I would drown him like a puppy whcenever he crossed my path.’ fe lifted his axe and advanced toward Dr. Leeto who remained silent, with his gray eyes fixed upon his brutal enemy. ? Onco more Forest tried to_save the life of the leader of the administration, but in vain. A dirty looking rufiian buried a koife in For- est's true and manly breast and with the wards: “Wo are even, Leete,” he sank to the floor. Kdith struggled with two men who had seized her arms and were trying to lead her away when Fest's axe descended on Dr. Leote's gray head. With- out & murmur he fell to the ground, while Iidith with a loud ery fainted. FPest seized her around her waist. “She refused to be my wife,” he said with a satanic grin, “now she will bo mine with- out tho ridiculous ceremony of marriage,” and while stepping to the door with Edith’s lifeless body clasped by his left arm he said : SKill every friend of the administration, boys. I will meetyou at the ity hall in an hour or s0."! I made a tremendous, desperate effort to le off the men who kept me back; I ut- ed a despairing cry aud—awoke in my , May 31, 1857. At my beside a physi- cian, and my servant Sawyer had been busy for some time awakening me from my deep mesmeric slumber. They had labored very hard until they succeeded, but more than an hour pussed before I had regained my ability of roasoning, and then I felt greatly relieved. With the sweeftness of lightning all the details of my mteresting but terrible dream passed through my mind. [ weighed all tho avguments of Dr. Leeteand Mr. Forest care- fully again, and felt delighted that I was living in the nineteenth century instead of in the communistic state that app2ared to me now like a larze penitentiary on the eve of o rebellion of the convicts. “I would rather work harder atliberty than remain idle for a number of hours every day 1n a prison-like life,” I said reflectively, “for work is not an ovil. And T would rather work a few years longer and miss some com- modities of life than submit to communistic slavery. Most of the luxuries for which ~‘we are strug- gling appear most desirable so long as we do not possess them, and we do not cara much for them when they are ours.” 1 resolved 1o use hereafter my best ability for the advancement of all desirable reforms for the benefit of matkind, and to preach contentment, the only solia basis of hppi- ness. Felicity is so independant of wealth, in fact glory and opulence are almost stum- bling blocks 1 the way of happiness. Huap- piness depends lurgely on our acceptance of ourlot. In Victor Von Scheffel's famous poem, “The Trumpeterof Sackingen,” young Werter when he parts from his' beloved Margaret, as he supposes forever, sings: To life belongs this most unp That not a rose without si W. 'l'houfi love eternal stirs our human nature Through pangs of parting we must go. But Margaret is at_last reunited to young Wernor, sho becomes _his wife, and it would have bea much more in consonance with the fir.al result, if young Werner, when depart- ing from Margaret, had sung thus : To life belongs this very pleasant feature 'nmbL n;-“ to thorns the blooming roses ond, And love oter conquers human nature Injoy uniting lovers It the end, (e END,) e LA e Broken Troth ¢ Heratd: “I hear you are golng to murry Miss Barley next week?” SRuet,” *It’sno wonder you were captivated by her fascination.” “Why¥” “Oh, because she has very engaging ways. She was engaged to me and Hanks und Chiter and Marshmallow and Gumdropper here, and we all dropped her when we heard that she was also en- gaged to you.” (Tableau.) R e b mseweant Went Where She Was Sent. New York Herald: Husband and wife, recently married, have a spat, during which flu tells her to go to the devil. After u five hours’ absence the wife re- turns, pouting, but seemingly willing to Smake up.” *Where have you been?"” he asks. “To my mother’s.” (Two tears chase each other down the wife's nose.) Iy dear, you take things too literally. now I didn’t mean it.” e 1 the Far West, Kate Field’s Washington: Tender- foot Travelor——What! Fried bacon? Mino Host—Yes, steanger, and u bang- up piece, tuo, Il a streak of fut, and u streak of lean, and a streak of fat, and a streak of vind, . T.—And another streak you forgot to mention, What's thut? \ —Why, asteeak of luck if I eat it and it doesn’t kill me. asunt feature: D thorns does Particular About Smoke. Washington Post, In the oftice of an evening newspaper in one of the lurge cities there is con- spicuously posted & sign warning people not to smoke, I want to stup in that office,” said a passer-by, “but I can’t smoke. I wonder mukes them so particular about *'Oh,"” veplied his friend, *‘they are afraid iv might wake up some of the edi- %3 Jezed @ kuifo and stepping to the side of | torial writers,” ABOUT WOME, Things in the Bottom Drawer. Detroit Free Press, There are whips and toys and pieces of string; There nr(‘xuhm‘! which no little feet wear; There are bits of ribbon and broken rings, And tresses of golden hair; erc are little dressos folded away of the light of the suuny da ‘Phove are dainty jackets that never are worn; There ave toys and models of ships; There aro books and pictures, all faded and torn, And marked by the finger tips Of dimpled hands that have fullen to dust, Yeu | strive to think that the Lord is just, But a feeling of bitterness fills my soul Sometimes when I try Lo pray, ‘That the Reaper has spared so many flowers Ana taken all mine away; Ana I almost doubt that the Lord can know That a mother's heart can love them so, They wander far in distant climes, They perish by water and flood | And their hands are black with the direst crimes That kiudle the wrath of God. Yet a mother's song has soothed them to rest, She has lulled them to slumber upou her breast. Aud then I think of my cldren threo, My bubies that never grow old, And know they are waiting and watching for me In the city with streets of gold. Safe, safe from the cares of the weary years, From sorrow and sin wnd war, And I thank my God, with falling tears, For the things in the bottom drawel Sad Case. Continen Murphy—An’ sure, Mrs. O'Brien, did your poor man die aisy, rest his soul Mrs. O'Brien—Indade not, It nearly kilt poor Pat to die. Mrs, Murphy. Peace Offerings. Peck’s Sun 1y husband talks a great deal in his sicep,” said Mrs. White at the sewlug circle, and Mrs, Brown whispered viciously ““I'hat accounts for Mrs, White's new bon- nets.” G itesult of riis Observation. Chicago Tribune: Teacher (of class in physiolozy)— Why is it that when one is frightencd the bair scems to stand on end¢ Boboy Shackleford (who hisn't looked at tho lesson) —It doesn’t ma'am. A irightened s runs. Architects, Jwdge, an took the prize Ior her design in architecture; A world’s fair building will arise To do her honor, I conjectura. Thus women’s work puts on now features— They always were designing creatures. Gross Impudence. Wastington Post: *“The ideal exclaimed Mrs. Do Porque In a tone of intense displeas- ure, “Inever heard of such impudence!” “What's the matter ma?’ inquired her daughter, *‘l overheard young Startlin's remark that Mrs, De Porjue meat well cnough, but her room was always better than ber company.’ “Did he dare to say that, ma?? “Yes, he did. And I only without sacrificing my diguity, let hun know thit no compliment to the interior decoratious of my house can muke up for slights to those whom I choose to select as guests.” Civil = ) A girl in Wilkesbarre, Pa., was mich both- ered to choose a husband not long ago from a list of five robust and ardent candidates for her affections. She was advised by a wise old woman to make them all send in provosals in writing, because, aceording to tuis author- ity, “when a man is proposing you can’t tell anything about him.” Each young man s in his examination papers, or. in short, declaration of love. The longest letter breathed undying dovotion over eight lurge pages; but the young man who won the prizo wrote simply this: *L will always_tey to do my duty as a faithful husband.” ~ Katie and Frod were married, and soon_after Fred was assaulted on u dark night by the defeated rivals and cruelly beaten. sh I could, .She Traveled as a Boy. One of the most talked-of and be-para- graph personages of the day is Miss Menie Muriel Dowie, who obtainel fame a year or 50 ago by crossing the Carpathian mountains all alone, sleeping in the cottazes of an ignor- ant and simple-minded but courteous poas- antry, and now again under the stars, Her work, “A Girlin the Kavpathians,” will be one of the hits of the mouth. Miss Dowie is & granddaughter of Robert Chambers, the publisher, and a goddaughter of Mr. James Payn. To ‘ootray the ago ot a fascinating young lady would be heartless, but Miss Menie Muriel was twenty-three when she took the grim scientists of the British association by storm, It was somewhat of a novelty for a youne ledy of that age to stand up bofore a large audience and, with the most winuing manner, tell of travel in obscure villages where few Europeans have ventured. Ani it was all all done, too, in the most diffident style, with uo nssumption that there was anything peculiarly wonderful about it, except her costume, They Walked Over Him. Colonel Constant Luce of the Seventcenth Michigan, bad astrange experience in thoe Spottsylvania fighting on the 12th, His reg- iment was advanciog under firo through a heavy piece of woods, and this is what hap- pened to him in the wilderness: *I was near the left of the regiment urg- ing them forward, they having lostground in consequence of the thickness of the woods when a private of the Fiftieth Penn- sylvania volunteers touched me on the arm and said the enemy was on my left and ad- vancing. I stooped over to sée them, when he was knocked acr my back, kiljed by a pioce of shell. I follon my face, the man across my back. Whnile in this position the encmy's line passed over me and surrounded my regiment and captured all.- But during the melea forty-three men and five officers managed to escape, and brought out with them fifty or sixty prisoners, including rebel Colonol Barbour, commanding brigade, and soverul other officers, 1 escaped soon after the enemy passed over me," But Yet a Mother, Detroit Free Press: Thereare no ties that bind as close as those of mother love, and none thut cost so dear. An exumple of this was given a few davs ago in the case of a mother in this.eity who lay on her deathbed. She had given up lifo and the world, and ‘was sinking peacefully into that sleep which knows no waking, when her little danghter who had been away on a visit returned home, in answer to a tel- egram. The child was led into the room and stood sobbing at the bedside of her dyiag mother, She had been told that she must control her- self, and she triod bravely to smother her great grief, but when she saw the beloved face so white and still on the pillow, her whole soul was wrought into one great' cry: $Ob, mamma, mamina, don't go, mammal Walt for me ! Back to earth and its sorrows dritted the soul that was almost anchored in heaven, The pale lips that had been speachless for many hours parted in reply, as the words es- caped like ghosts of sound Sl--will—walt—for—you—darling—I—will —wait—till ~you—come, And to give this last ognition and say these fow words of comfort to her child, tue mothered suffered the agony of a second death. : But its through these divine mysterios of pain that God prepares us for His compeusa- ton, Notes. What is sweeter to a soured woman then the failings of her dearest friond | When the women folks are engaged ia ‘tak- ing up carpots it not fair for the man of the house to get up and dust. As a pink pearl in & seullion’s ear, 50 is & fair woman without a good dressmaker. Mrs. Moncure D. Conway is a tall, hand- some woman with gray hair and dark eyes. A monument is to be erected to the memo- ry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning in Led- bury, Bngland, a place clesely connected with her childnood. Lady Pauncefoto, wife af'the British min- ister in Washington, is & great podestrian, and takes her daily ‘‘comstitutional” rewus larly before noon. Mrs. Algernon Sartoris {Nellie Grant) is about to return to England with her chilaren, They have made several whips during their stay in this country, including one to Niaga- ra Falls, Countess Aymery dela Roeliefocauld is said to be the most beautiful woman of tae cen- tury, Her profile is striaiogly like that of Marie Antoinette, and her hair is the real shade possessed by the martyr queen. How is this for & matrimonial advertise- ment! ‘A stamp collecwar, the possessor of a colle of 12,54 stamps, wishes to marry alady who is an ardent collector and the po: sessor of the blue penny stamp of M. amy is wopth The following is a lively cotempora timate of Madame Patti: She is us brown s A nut, as cheary as a bird, as lively as a cricket, and full of *meiody as any first class angei on either sido of the line. Murs. Richard Manning of South Carolina is the only woman on record who was the mother of a governor, the wife of a governor, the sister of & governor, the nicee of a gover- nor and the uunt of a governor, Lady Macdonald, the wife of the Canadian premier, is a remarkable woman. She is tall, with abundant white hair, and a face that i stumped with energy and determination. She 18 a clever talker, an omuiverous reader and the possessor of extraordinary social graces, There are more women in British India (124,000,000) than there are, men, women and children in Great Britain, Prance and Ge many pat_together, with the pogulation of several minor states cast in as well. The Wife (3 a.m.)—When you married me did you uot promise to love, cherish and tectme! ‘The Husband (sloepily Wife—Well, then, get up, light the gas and kill that mesquito, Coto b JOIS ABOUL THE TO A GENTLE OLD POET. James Russell Lowell, “Long days be his, aud each as lusty sweet As gracions natures find his song to be May age steal on with sof:ly-cadenced feet, Falling in music, as for biin were meet, Whose choicest verse is harsher-toned than he Edward Bellamy, it is stated, has received royalties of £7,000 from his “Looking Back- ward,” and is peering into futurity for more. The most turbulent member of the Topeka city council is camed Lull No stronger, braver heart you'll find— "Tis sufe to say it flat— Than s who can make up his mind To wear the first stray hat. “When is a hat not u hat?” asked a cus- tomer iu a hat store as he tried on & new dert “Giveitup.” *When it becomes a man ! It is peculiar that the faster a man is the sooner uge will overtuke him, Clothes mtko the man, the proverb says. Sometimes they break the rman. Arthur Orton, the “Tichborne claimant,” is & waiter in Nottinghum. But that estato will never come to him, ng matter how long he may wait. “Iueverrole a bicyele in my life,” says Dr. Depew. “I have ridden a greal many :::iux;, but never one of /those things. —1 ould be scared out of seyen years growth if I mounted one.” . Mark Twain remarked the other day that he expected to write a bogk in a year or two. “Writing,” he agurious thing with me zowadays. It requires/the conjunction of time, inclination und ideasi” Senator Pettigrew 15 @& Vermont man who went west and grew upivith Dakota. He went there in 1569 as a laborer for a United States deputy surveyo Vhen South Da- kota came into the Union he went into the United States senate. | Coming away from a_mj casion, Disraeli said: *“TBi5 is a dismal bus ness: it clways deprosses me. After a fuu- eval T am cheerful.,” I fegl that one has got rid of someone.’ "The fellow who is resBoqsiblc for labelling A portrait of Ignatius Dannelly in a Chicago paper with the nama of “Plenty Horses” and vice versa has just entered upon a protracted vacation, } S0 you want employment,” said the man in the gas office. “Yis, sorr.” *Do you know how toread the meter!” Well, Oi univer nad any practical expericuce, but Oi kin guess ez big ez the next man,” 5 The czar of Russia will celebrate his silver wedding next November in a modest fashion near Copenhagen. Immediately thereafter, if invited, he will visit. Emperor William in Berlin or Pottsdam. Admiral Worden, who commanded tho original Monitor in its historic fight with the Merrimac, still shows in his face the nes peppering with guapowder which he re- ceived in that engazement by the explosion f arebel shell at the peephole to which his ye was applied. Ho is living unosteuta- tiously 1n Washington, Tangle—Well, Maria, I think I've bought you all the groceries’ you have asked for. Mvrs. Tunele (looking ‘over the parcels)— Where's the butter! I'don’t see it. Tanglo— Great Scott! I must have forgotten it. Well, it’s no wonder it slipped my memory this hot weather, Count Moltke has left a pumber of valua- ble manuseripts, which will be given to the public before long. The old man used to spend some of his leisure hours at Kreisau in writing down reminiscences of his long lite and character sketches of eminent men. —— Bi8&DS AND OTH K ANIMALS, iage on one oc- A Cat Mother and Her Puopies. Ignatz Heinze of Linn street has a cat whose maternal 1nstinets are remarkably well developed. Mr. Heinzo's fomale pug dog gave birth toalitter of five dogs. One of them died the next day and was followed by the mother. Mr. Heinze was suxious to save the canine quurtette, so he nursed them with bottled milk. Strangely eaough a cat which he owned bore three kittens a few hours after the pug died. Mr. Hoinze experimented with the cat and fouud that sho readily nursed one of the diminutive dogs. There- fore he killod two of the three kittens in order not to sacritice the doglets, and the cat nursed her remaining kitten and the four Pugs to the queen’s taste, Cruel but Sagacious. Tho butcher bird is the most sagacious and at the same time the most oruel of birds, says a California man in the St. Louis Globe- Democrat. A pair will follow you whilo plowing and if you overturn & rat nest they will immediately poduce upon the wretched creatures, kill them or drag them away and spike them in the sharp thorus of an orange tree to be devoured at leisure. The other morning 1 saw n buteher bird with a snak e fully a foot long. He had him by the back of the neck and with it flew up into an orange tree. He then nailed the reptile on to @ thorn and sat and wafcad it. He let the snake almoft wriggle off when he flew at it and would fix it more figmly. They kill their oume by tho Wholosals aud. treat 1t ln this ashion. For thal reason, because they a destructive to gophors mud yats, thoy are cou- sidered the friend of the orange grower, Tuese iunocent looking little gophers aro very destructive to tha apange. Whenever you see an orauge tree blogming in profusion you can tell the roots have been attacked and destroyed by the gopher, .An orango tree is very much like o woman. Sho uever dis- plays herself in great finery until on the road to ruin. When a woman's morals aze rotten, she is giddy in her attire; wben an orange roe’s roots ure rotten, she does nothing but oom, while ber leaves wro turniug yellow d ber trunk is golng to decay, 1801-TWELVE PAGES. THE LITTLE ONES, A Painful Mistake. Edith F. P “Buzz-buzz," a bird sung in a cup Of hollyhock so tall, But when I tried to shut it up, And make him a nice room to sup— "Twas not bird at all! 1 don’t know all my alphabet— 1 am too small, you soe; But thero's one lotter in the set That after this I'll pever forget— Aud that's the letter B, The Baby. A six-weeks-old baby has been sentenced to thirty days' imprisonment at Boston be- cause its mother was intoxicated, Juvenile Several young boys who went to a pienic up the Sacramento ver recently distin- guished themselvos by gotting driak, and it was charged by some thut the barkeeper had sold them the liquor, A Rvelation. apa,” asked a little boy the other day, apparently frash from a theological contro- versy with some young playmates. “Papa, was Christ a Jew (" “Yes. “Was he really and traly w Jew " “Yes,”” was the answer. There was u long pause, and then came the comment, “Well, 1 always thought God was a Presbyterian,” 1opers. “p, The Happy Days of Youth, Chicago Times, I know it's folly to com| Of whatsoe'er tho fates decree; Yet, were not wishes all in vain, I tell you what my wish should be: I'd wish to be a boy again, Buck with the friends I used to know, For I was, oh, 80 happy then— But that was very long ago. How They Were Cured. Detroit Free Press: Two little girls were overheard speaking about thewr recovery from an attack of sore throat with which each hgd-been afilicted. “What did your mamma give you?” asked little Amy of Helen. 0, she made me gozgle my froat with hammerellis. What did you do?"” “0, 1 had to goggle inine with glory of potash,” A Th-ce-yenr-old Anatomist, Little Ray C. Klopn, son of Dr. C. L Klopp, of “Stouchsburzh, is a precocious wonder in his way. Heis but a wee tot of three years, but lie has alveady acquired a thorough knowledge of every bone 1in the human body, and can namé every one as promptly and accurately as an_expert pro- fessor of physiology. During ais little life- time his father has always had skeletons in cases and human bones lying about loose in his office, and Master Ray has used the loose ones as playthings. His curious accomplish. ments is a sourco of great wonder to visitors- Ripped tis Hid Detroit. Freo Pross: Harry came in from his play roaring like a little bull of Bashan. He cries <o often and so casily that littlo aux- iewy is felt when he is heard screeching his hardest. On tuis occasion his mother said : “Well, well, Harry, whit now 0, T have skint my knee.” *Skint! it, Harry? 40, yes, yes! I was walking along and fell down, wid when I got up my kneo was all skun up!’ Jjust see how it is siinded ! Fruittul Families. Since the queen ascended the throne it has been reckoned that nearly five hundred grants have been made of the conarituble do- nation of £3 which her majosty usually be- | stows on mothers of - living triplets who are in’ poor or ‘Indigent circumstances. Of 1,000 children boru in England, 11 are twins; in cotland, 115 in Ireland, 17. In general, twins ir once in 69 births. In England there are 9,730 twins born every year, or about 4,568 double births, The cases where there are more than two ata birth average eight per vear. There have been authenticated in- stances of more than three—even of five. A four year 0ld_Chinese boy was one of the sights at the Cheyenne, (Wyo.) depot re- cently. Thelittle chap was just as smart und impudent as & ‘“‘melican” youngster of the smne age. His father, who was with him, bad hard work to keep the boy from getting under the train as ho was very auxi- ous to seo the wheels go round. The littlo fellow was born in Denver and is one of tho few native born Chinumen. He was dressed in regular Chinese style with a pair of yellow couon pants, a dark blue cloth blouse and the regulution shocs. He had the prettiest pigtail imaginable, with tho end extonded with bright red silk Eugene Field's Poached E Detroit Free Press: Mr. Eugene Field has two boys who are almost, if not quite, as irrepressible as their fater. One day Mr, Field brought home an urmful of ezgs and suid that these were what his appetite craved for diner. Then, while dinner was being made ready, the poet read the Behring Sea debates, bis youngest son, Daisy (so called because that is nothing like his name,) look- ing over his father's shoulder and spelling out the words. _ “Papa,” said the lad after a while, *‘what does p-o-a-ch spell £ “Pouch, my son," “And what does it mean?? ““Why, to poach is to steal,” said his father not wishing to bring confusion to his son with a strictand complicated definition. Then Daisy went into the kitchen and witched the process of getting dinner, : Beforo the meal was ready some umex- pected guests arrived, but would not listen to Mr. Field’s pressing invitation to join the family av dinver. Finally Daisy added the force of his invitation to that of his father’ “Youwd better come,’ he snid, “‘we're to have eggs--stolen eggs--papa stole 'om.” Kidlees, San Xavier, Ari, has a thirteen-year-old boy who weigls 232 pounds, Mamma,” said Gertie when she saw the leopard, “hasn’t it got pretty freckle “Death loves a snining mark,” sald the minister, I guess that's why grandpa wears a wig," suggosted Johunie, A little girl in New York, having been rep- rimanded for some unwonted rudeness, said: “Well, I think it's presty queur if it's got so that you have to be polite at home.” Baby Henry Mcb, Sinclair of New York is six months old and has an income of £5,000 a vear, He is much addicted to the bottls but is otherwise a model child. He will be an English baronet and no doubt there are girls who would like to marry him this minute. “Mr, Smill P‘IK are you making a collection of chinal” my boy: what put that idea i your head” ‘Cause sixter says you have the fuuniest ‘mug’ she ever saw.” e SOME OLD PLOPLE, An old apple woman known as “Kitty” has just died in London at the age of 104 Sho kept a little stund near St. James hall, where she often sold candy to Lord Nelson and apples to Pitt ana Fox, Arrena Messenberg, a colored woman, disd Ma,y 30, at the residence of her granddaugh- wr, Mra, Peter Davis, at Cadiz O., at the extraordinary age of 13 She was born and raised in slav. She had been married three years, and her youngest son by her last husbund, who is seventy-five years of age, was at her funeral, Mrs. Susannab Nelson, who died in Wash- inglon last month, was said to be 1: old, Long before'the war she beeario too old for cotton picking in her master's Virginia cotton fields. One of her daughters, the ninth ohild—herself over vighty years of ago —snid she tought “one reason’ the old lady hilled out so well was because she was a large part Indian, and you know ludians s very long-lived.” harles King of Salem, Mass, who was | and be v | death o kicking baby when Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington at Yorktown, died last month ut the age of 110 years, leaviug more thun 600 direct descendants’ through four generations. It 1s evident that longevity is au inherent quality in the family, The aged man's brothers all reached ripe ages,one dying when eighty-nine years old, another at 104 and the third at 107, 1 Jumes Maban, tather of the well-kuowa res estato agent, died last week at 2001 street, Sun Francisco, at the age of 103, The deceased wus born in Ireland in 1787, and came to the country in 1835, at the age of sixty-eight, whon most men are pre| aring to bid arowell to earthly affales. Kot fouticon vears, howover, or until he was elghty-two vears old, hie lived in New York, and i 1569 he camo to San Francisco, where he hassince resided with his son, Richard Reddick, a nogro living at Bridge- water, Pa., has papors in his possession that prove him to bo 114 years old. The papers say that ho was born In Richmond, Va,, aud was got free by his mistress at her death, He lses tobacco oceasionally, and takes a drink of liquor whenever he can got it, He has been muking u garden this week and is as Spry as a man of sixty. He says that he is EPINR 10 try 1o live until he is 200, In Allegheny county, North Poter Muson, a blacksmith Weeks ago at the age of 107, On the Satur- day before his death he took a turn to mill, o distance of two miles, His health was good, ked more or less to tho time of his Uncle Elisha Phillips, livine in_the same county, has seen the sunshine of 104 summers. Not long ago Willinm Hampton died at the age of 114 in this county Deacon Care of Newberry, Mass., is an cighteenth century mun, although the twen- tieth is so near at hana. He was born February 8, 1705, and _accordingly is well along in his ninety-fourth year, He has at- tained this great age in spite of the fact that never is his long life has ho known what it like other men, to walk firmly on two huving been crippled from his birth and obliged literally to wulk upon his ankles. He has been clerlcof the town of Newberry for fifty-two years Eddy Carolina, died only a fow THE CURTAINV'S DOWN, Loie Fuller is winning fame in Londox. The frescoers are at work 1 Boyd's new theater., “The Power of the Press' 1s to be done in London. Belle Cole, the singer, is 1o visit Ameri pext mouth, . Fifteen of New Yorl's twenty-five theaters are still open, ‘Lhere is a whole lot of American actors in London just now. George Kn proved iu health H. E. Sanford wili direct Frederick Spauld- ing's sturring tour. Harry Dj is hunting fish on the wave- washed sands of Cape Cod. Leonora Suyder has gone to London to sing leading solos at the Savoy. Amy Fay, tha Chicago pianiste, has gone to Bayreuth to attend the performance: Herr Andreas Dipple wiil be heard in con- in this country next April and May. Mr. Walter Damrosch siin Berlin, where where he was recently the guest of Minister Plelps, “The Bostouians” begin along engage- ment at the Standard theater, Now York, in September. _‘““The Louisianian” has made a success in New York and will be put on next season by Mr. Palmer in fine stylo. It appears to be now decided that *“The Cadi” will be written by Bill Nye in time for 'l“llumus Q. Seabrooke to opon’in it as the star, Charley Mitchell, following in the wake of the “lurnest Actor” John L, Sullivan,aunounces that he will stavnext season ina play by Charley farco writer Hoyt. § 3 During ber tour in this country next sea- son, Miss Bastlnke will appear in “A York- shite Lass,” “What Women Will Do,” a play by Jerome K. Jerome, und “Clito,” Margaret May, who isnow playfng Tages at Boyd's, is a very versatlla' youns worsun and one of tha cleverest dancers on the stage, She is quite the rival of Marietta Nashin the part. It is said that Actop Jack Mason, who is at present in London, i Baving his voice cultivated, and that whe® e returns to the United States in the fall With Miss Manola he will uppear 1n comic operd- Harry Dixey’s daughter Evangeline has been christened Mary aud received her first commuunion at Fort Lee last Sunday. »ir. M. W. Hauley and Mrs. J. W. Norcross acted as svonsors. Bishop Wigger oficiated. Manager William Harris will rehearse George Thatcher’s minstrels in their new venture *‘Tuxedo’” which will be made know in Omaha next month at Boyd's und which will also bring to a close Boyd & Haynes connection with that house. Miss Fanunie A. Mathews is remodelling ‘“‘La Belle Marie” for Miss Agnes Herndon and is also at work on a new play for the actress entitled “* ['he Senator's Wife,” Miss Mathews is the lady who 1s having the al controversy over the authorship of *‘The Wife.,” Mr. Mansfield’s agent sends the following about his star: “The ladies of the white house attended the performance of ‘Don Juan’ at the Garden theater tho other even- ing and threw roses to Mr. Mansfield and sent him a pretty note of congratulution after the play.” Dear, dear. At a concert recently given fn Genon the overture to the new opera, *‘Christofer Col- umbus,” by Franchetti, the composer of “Asrael,” was given with much success. “Aunt Bridget's Baby,” which was pro- duced in Council Bluffs a moath or 50 ugo, is having a big run in New York. Peggy Pryde, the nowly imported English concert hall singer and dancer at Koster & Bial's, has touched at a single bound the top notch’ of favor at that miscellaneous resort. Like Cormencita she hus ten letters to her name, and that is the only respect in which she bears any resomblance to the sinuous and Spunish dancer. Pegey's cngagement will last throughout the summer. During July Curmencita will take a rest. Fooled the Lamb, About six months ago Ed Gragnig of Wal- dron island came across a sheep that had run wild and shot it. The Whatcom (Wash.) Reveille say It was a ewe and foilowed by a fine large lamb, Mr. Graignig skinned the dead animal and one of his boys took the skin over his shoulder to carry it home. To their surprise tne lamb followed the skin, apparently under the impression that it was 1ts dead mother. Ever since that time the lamb has been devoted to the sheepskin and is very uneasy if parted from it. It is now a large, handsome sheep, and if Mr, Gragnig desives to move its quurters ho makes Cap- tain Pete don the skiu aud the lawb follows docilely wherever it is taken. e Pluck Was slangy Once. Pluck affords an instunce of the which slang words in the course of time become adopted into curvent English snys the New York Clipper. We now meet with “pluck” and “*plucky” as the ecogni dent of **cournge’ and Seourageous.” An entry in Sir Walter Scott’s Journal shows thut in 1827 the word had not yet lost its low character, E “Want of that 1 pluck.” " 1ts y times the rded a8 when o tis said to be much im- origin is obvious. heart has been populurly reg the seat of courage. Now, butcher lays open . carcass he divides the great” vessels of the heart, cuts through the windpipe, and then plucks out together the united heart and lungs its he calls them —gnd he terms the :d mass **the pluc i Sm ol Matter, It isalways well to make the hest of small accidents, comments the Youth's Companion, This was the opinion, at any rate, of a certain colured who, in cutting a gentlemun’s snipped off the tip of his ear The customer leaped out of the with a wild shrie “Ow,” he ser plece of my en “Sho! Don't car’yion so, boss!” the barbe "Tain’t 'nough for to de hearig'}" burber, hair, chair ad, “'you've cut off a said affect | bea NY A Cowboy's Wedding, Kate Field’s Washington: First Cowboy- Wi Jim's wedding was 8 rathos Y, wasn't it cond Cowboy—protty slow ;though,wheg {ho minister kissed tho bride, Jim did"shoo i, Made Him Tived. : "I kuew this was a spring suid Watson. “How 1) asked Hicks “It gave me thoee tired foolings,” New York ss on Credit, Puck. When I was young I mado a rule I'd nover usk for credit My office enum would run in debt, Aud never seem to dread it, My plan seemed good, but somehow, I Could never make it work. My old chum fs a banker now, And 'm his humble X Loyal Na Philadelphis Record: He had but recently rented a nice house in the country. He had bought a lawn mower and had started a hen- bouse, aud wanted a fow bees to fuish the thing off nicely. He was ucrotinting for the bees. “Of cou ud the salesman,” f'you want some bees,” “No, sir: no sirs I'm a pure American: nothing Ebghsh about me. If yowve pot any of those presie dentinl bees liko Uve read about I'll” take some of them, but no Queen Victoria bees.'” Suce A Lawyer's Mot o, A little whisky now and then Is relisiied by the best of men, It smoothes the wrinkles out of care And makos uce bigh look like two pair, A Circalation Bubble. Arizona Kicker: The wheezy, brokene backed press owned by our esteemed conterns porary fell to picces the other duy us he was getting ready to work his outside form, and as soon as we heard of the accident we tend- ered him the use of ours. He gratefully ace cepted, but, alast no act of kinGuess or gens erosity can change leopard’s spots] His cie- ion, while given as 8,550, is in reality ). He hadn’t the manhood about him ng along his 280 sheets of white paper and depend on our honor, but he hires a cart and drives up with two whole bundles, and pretends he has run short! I'wo men were kept hard at work all day, and hundyeds of sheets of paper were rec 1y wasted, that the old hypocrite and falsifier might flatter himself that we were deceived. We don't like such men. We can’t beliove they are an ornament to a growing western town. The Modern Drama. Harper's Bazar: Theater Macvager—In my new play I'm gowg to huvea tank of real er, real firo cugine and a real patrol Can vou suggest anything elsef Tomdix—Yes; you might try a real actoe or two. Puffed in un Undertone. Smith, Gray & Co.’s Monthly: Conductor (to senger with lighted cigar)—No smoks ing allowed on this car, sir Polite Passenger ~ (cheerfully)—All right, T won't smoke uloud; D'l putf away in an une dertone. Evidence of Insanity. Kate Field’s Washington: Hawkids—You wore oa the jury in the murder trial, weren't you! What was the verdic Lambson—Acquittal, Huwkins—In spite of such damaging evis dence! What excuse had yout Lambson—Insane. Hawkins—What! Al of youl Struck a Boarding House. Detroit Free Press: The huckster drove up to the door of & kouse on Cass avenue, and the cook met him at the basement eutrance, Want any strawberries today " he asked, sant as a baskot of chips. 0, suid the woman sharply. “Ner sparrow grass{’ “Noo “Ner nice frosh fish ¢’ “No “II:«}CI' fine large reddishes?" “No “Nor new pertaters jest from the West Ine jies, warranted to keep their eyes shot when the policeman comes in at the back doort” “No," and the cook got red in the face, “‘Ner new turnip greens, uer peas,’ neg spinnage, ner—1{" No, we dou’t want any of your truck.” “Bill," he sang out to the boy, “drive aheud thar—we struck a boardin’ house.” g el The Boss I ) New York Heralds Though she married her doachman The cold fact remoins That in driving together She hundles the reius. A Liberal Author. Continent: Miss Bessio Neater (of Bose ton)—Hor books are simply delightful, Ine deed I think she is the most liberal writer X kuow of. Miss Hattio Bacon (of Chicago)—Well, I Qon’t know. 1 dou't think she's as liberal as Mrs. Southworth gives you 400 pages for & quarter every time. A Maiden's Hint, New York Herald, A’ he says 1 am an angel, ethereal I must bog ‘And though 1 yearn for more ico creau ong plate must do for me. He also calls mo *fairy,” and, of course, I have to say 5 I do not care for suppor when ho takes me tQ the pl And 50 tonight I'll ship him, and then enjoy a whirl Whith a plainer spoken fellow who considers mo a girl. o A Grave Invitation. The managors of a Brooklyn cemetory ads vertise: “Graves finely sivuated, surrounded by the beauties of nature, commanding u fine view of the bay, und, in short, meeting every requirement of the buman family. People who havo tried them canuot be porsiaded to go elsewhere,” Took His Measur Detroit F'ree Press: A tramp called at & Cass avenue house and asked for a drink, A domes hauded him a glass of water. “That's & boy'rage to give a dog,” he sald angrily. “Vell then vy don't you drink it{" snapped the girl, Help Necded, Clothier and Furnisher, “‘Let me put on your tennis sash, 1 do not think it right For men to wear those thiugs,” she sald, It s not manly quite,” He took: it off, and then she said, HOn my! L greatly fear I cau’t put this around alone Youw'll have to help me, dear The Hight Prescriptio Bob Burdotto: Sophomore—What would, the world do without young men? h Aged and moss-grown professor —I don' know; Inover thought of that, but 1 hay often wondered what young men would do without the world. Mr. Loudsleopor (with an prescription)—Doctor, I can’t gét more than threa hours sleep \n u night; what do you prescribo for insomnia, in aggravated cases § oyoto a free All Broken Up. Washington Post: “Och, Danny wor alway sighin’ to be let die in peace,” sald Mus. McGlanihan when she heard the news of the oxplosion at the quarry, “an’ now Le bad Lo go au’ do it in pieces,'’ Ohippy, Porhaps. Smith, Gray & Co.’s Moutbly Nell--X say, Jack, 1've b ur wilklog stick, and one of your collars, and your Bton eap. I do 50 dote on & wasculiue cut. Think I look chapple like! Hor Brother 80 far Well, I can cong you don't look ut ull ludy Judge: Mr. Corncob— Now, Marier, why will you koep a-talkin' ag'in tervucker! Why, there's old Peter Fluxseod, mos, ninety, an has allus smoked like & hanhouse. Mrs. Corncob—Humph! He might 8 bin g buudred by shis Wwe A be kade'w atulate you ko