Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, January 6, 1895, Page 11

(Copyright, \ b e v - THE LOST OPAL OF MYSORE OR THR fEORET OF THE GHAUTS, 1894, by Willlam Murray iyrighted 1801.) CHAPTER X. OPAL FULFILLED TINY. ur whole days had gone by since the fire at the palace. 1t was now an hour before dawn on the fitth morning, and the audience room of the Residency was lighted by a clus- ter of wax candles. Up and down the floor Colonel Teversham paced with restless steps He had risen thus early in order to transact some Important business in the cool of the morning, aud was momentarily expecting his private sccretary. The colonel had returned to Mysore on the previous day, as had also the shooting party from the Nellgherry hills, owing to one of the officers having been serfously trampled by a mad elephant. It was a sad home coming for Captain Chesney and Captain Dundas. They found the town excited over the mysterious disap- pearance of the boys, of whom no trace had yet been discovered, though search part es had been scouring the neighborhood for three days. The missing arms and horses pointed to premeditated flight, and from the fact that four ho were taken it was believed In barracks that Pink Triscott had decoyed the lads away. On this assumption Colonel Teversham at once telegraphed to all avail- able points, His attachment to Myles was well known and now he openly expi ed a hitherto unexpected interest in Jack Wyn- yard. Indeed, he took the affair so much to heart as to fignore the explosion at the palace; at another time he would have deemed it worthy of grave investigation, Pershad Jung was as deeply distressed as the Resident. He disclaimed all knowl- edge of the boys' flight, and stated that he had slept soundly on the night in question. He did not think it worth while to explain that his turban was worn very low in order to hide a half-bealed wound on his fore- head. The rajah sent a message of condolence, and wanted to know if he could be of any mervice, Baboo Sing, who had a story to tell, lurked in the fortress and nursed the prints of Lassa's teeth. Motee Mal like- wise remained Invisible, but Paltu’s mother was seen to weep and tear her hair. No one had seen the missing lads after the fire, and the only clew to their subse- quent movements came from the English surgeon, who sald that a party of galloping horsemen had passed his bungalow on the Suddar road at an early hour of the morning. This was as good as nothing, since the Suddar road could be the starting point for a dozen Toutes. Little else but the mystery was talked or thought of, and perhaps that Is why English clvilians and_soldiers alike failed to notice three very significant things. These were the sudden increase In the Hindoo population m Graydon.) HOW THE ITS DES stained with blood and powder grime, and dust and perspiration. There was a muffled_cry or two, and some one said “Thank God Then Captain Chesney had Myles in his arms, and Jack was trying to wring Captain Dundas’ hand off. Paltu suddenly remembered his mother and slipped through the rear door. Colonel Teversham looked wistfully at Jack and Myles, as though he would embrace both, Seeing no immediate chance of doing 80 he turned indignantly to Triscott. ““You are a descrter, sir,” he said, sharply, “and 1 doubt not that you tempied the lads away. I am glad that your conscience prompted you to bring them back." “Me a deserter?” exclaimed Pink. “Indeed and I'm not. As for taking the boys off, why, that's another stor Sre, Myles, spin the yarn, quick. Tell ‘is excellency what's going to 'appen. 'E won't believe me. These words recalled all to the threatening crisis, and warned them that the present was no time for emotion or rejoicing. Briefly and simply Myles gave a hurried outline of all that he and his companions had passed through in the last four days, and every ear listened with rapt attention. The narrative, amazing and startling though it was, bore conviction with it, and when the lad concluded the situation was as clear as daylight, “Mogul Mir arrived hours ago,” exclaimed Captaln Dundas. “At any moment the in- surrection may break out, “If it dces God help the women and chil- dren In Mysore,” said Captain Chesney, in a hollow voice. “'God help us all!” “But first wo will try to help ourselves, gentlemen,” declared Colonel Teversham's stern volce, “Prompt ac.ion may avert the perfl, though I admit that the chance is very slim. But my resolve is made, and I shall carry it through at any cost. Now to the barracks without delay.’’ A moment later the room was empty, and the colonel and his companions were passing out the wicket gate in the rear cf the resi- dency. The cantonments, which fortunately lay close by, were safely and quickly reached. With the utmos: caution and silence the regi- ment was turned out and drawn up in line. Two companies with several pieces of artil- lery were at once sent off to guard the resi- dency, and twc were left under arms on he parade ground. The balance of the regiment, four companles strong, marched noiselessly up the avenue leading to the palace. At the head rode Colonel Teversham and the mounted officers, Pink was in ranks with his com- pany, but Jack and Myles were nou allowed to share the perils of so forlorn a hope, They i 2 “WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?" of Mysore, the groups of earnest talkers In the native bazaars and the travel-worn strangers who were constantly passing in and out the fortress gates. Such, then, was the situation when we find Colonel Teversham Impatiently awaiting his secretary In the cool dark of the morn- ing, and with no premonition of what the coming day held in store. Captain Chesney finally appeared, looking haggard and anxious, and with blue circles under his eyes that told of a sleepless night. No news yet?” were his first words, ‘None, I regret to say,” replied the colonel. 1 feared 50; this suspense is breaking me down. My poor boy! *“There {s no reason to despair, Chesney. They will be found sooner or later. You arc taking it too hard, L'l wager you did not sleep a wink. Very little, colonel, T admit. excuse for my being late. ‘No matter,” interrupted the colonel, I am tempted to send you back to bed. Still, soe you are here, we may as well attend to these dispatches before the heat of the day.” He seated himself at a long, flat desk and Captain Chesney sank wearily into a chair on the opposite side. Between them was a great stack of documents, which speedily engrossed their attention, Five minutes slipped by. So there is Then hasty steps re heard in the hall and a very scared- ;}:klng soldier burst unceremoniously into the room. ‘What does this mean?’ thundered the colonel, as le rose and pushed his chair ck. “I gave orders not to be disturbed. W 0 are you?' ‘John Hoskins, your excellency, a private of company B," blurted the man excitedly. “I was off duty all night, watching for a Jeopard in the nullah west of the town. On the way back, bardly an hour ago, I saw 400 or 500 armed natives marching into town by the Jodpoor road, You must be mistaken, my man," ex- claimed Captain Chesney, rising to his feet. ““The scoundrel Is drunk," cried the colonel angrily. “He shall pay dear for this in- trusion. Call the sentries, Chesney, and—' The colonel stopped abruptly, for Captain Dundas had suddenly appeared in the door- way, and his face and uniform were streaked with dust and perspiration. “Have you heard yet?" he demanded in ® hoarse tong. “‘Some deviltry is brewing— mutiny, in all likelihood, Half a dozen sentries just hurried into barracks and they report armed bands of natives entering the town from all sides. Several hundred, headed by the ex-soubadar Mogul Mir, are said to have passed Into the palace enclosure at midnight.” There was a brief and thrilling pause. Captain Dundas mopped his reeking fore- head and the private of company B looked triumphant. “A mutiny!" gasped Coloflel Teversham, in a tone of dazed astonishment. “A mutiny in Mysore!" Everything points that way, sir,”" said Captain Dundas. “I entreat you to believe that the situation is grave and critical—that there is not a moment to lo Colonel Teversham seemed suddenly to un- derstand. He took a step forward and a grim and terrible expression came iuto his face. But before he could utter a word a con- fused nolse was Leard outside, followed by wolces and footsteps in the hall. What hap- ned next fairly stupefied the occupants of 0 room, for through, the curtained doorway & quartet of panting, lwping figures, all cccupied points of vantage on the roof of the mess hall, Dawn was now breaking, and as the grim columns advanced the misty gray light re- vealed swarming masses of natives down each side street. When the frowning walls of the fortress were but fifty yards distant the main gates swung suddenly open, and a body of horse- men trotted out. In front was the rajah, and to right and lef: of him rode Mogul Mir and Pershad Jung. Behind came a motley throng of horse and foot, at least 800 strong, and all armed with rifles. At the same time a shouting rabble en- tered the avenue from a point beyond the pal- ace, and an equally large force swarmed out of the side streets in the rear of the trcops, thus enclosing them in a trap, 1t was a critical and seemingly hopeless moment, yet Colonel Teversham never faltered in his duty or resolve, Putting spurs to his horse he galloped boldly to within twenty feet of the rajah, in whose turban the magic opal could now be seen gleaming, “In the queen’s name I command you to throw down your arms and disperse,” he shouted, in a stern, ringing voice, Mogul Mir laughed harshly, and Pershad Jung showed his tecth in a mocking smile. “The rule of the English in Mysore is ended,” cried the rajah, and as he waved his turban overhead, probably as a signal of death, a strange and momentous thing happened. The glittering opal fell from his turban to the stony street and burst instantly into a score of fragments. The catastrophe was witnessed by many of his followers ,and the news spread like wild- fire. To the superstitious Hindoo it came as & switt and terrible warning. The rajah was the first to turn his horse about, and In less time than it takes to tell all was rout and panic and confusion. The bloodthirsty horde melted away like wax, and the fortress and palace were soon in possession of the soldiers. The rajah was captured, but his more guilty confederates, Mogul Mir and Pershad Jung, had made good their escape and could not be found. Not a shot was fired nor a drop of blood shed, and at breakfast that morning the Snglish population of Mysore learned for the first time of the now extinguished voleano that had been smouldering under their feet for days. They learned also of the return of the missing lads, and of the heroic deeds they had done. Needless to say that the proclamation branding Pink Triscott as a de- serter disappeared from all quarters of the city before noon That evening, after his budget of dis- patches had been wired to Calcutta, the Resi- dent found time to interview the four heroes. They had eaten and bathed and slept, and now looked radiantly clean and happy, though they still felt some fatigue. Even Paltu was arrayed in spotless white linen, as befitted 80 great an occasion. Most of the colonel’s staff was present, and before this audience Pink and the boys told In detail the story of their marvelous mis- slon to the Ghauts. When they had nearly finished an inter- ruption came in the form of a servant, who announced in a loud voice: *Holkar Singh, a zemindar of Mercara, awaits your excel: lency's pleasure. He begs permission (o make a complaint.” The colonel's eyes twinkled merrily. gentlenan shall have speedy he sald. “Show him in.' A moment later Holkar Singh cntered the roow, salaaming Krulnumlly, and there was much astonishment mud perplexity on his “The satisiaction,” THE OMAHA DAILY BEE face when he recognized Pink and the boys. Behind him came his old Hindoo servant who, after a_quick glance around, tottered up to Colonel Teversham and fell on his knees, crying in a loud volce: **My master, O! my master! Have I found you again?" The florld color faded from the colonel’s cheeks, and his cigar fell to the floor. He stared intently into the old man's face. Mohendro!” he gasped, “can it be possi- You know me, my master,” o the Hindoo, with tears of joy in his eyes. “You know me after long years, even as I knew you. The colonel covered his face with bo hands and his head drooped on his brea: Then he slowly rose and turned to his com- panions. “You will understand my emo- tion, gen he said, “when 1 tell you that this man was my most trusted servant at Meerut in—in the days of the mutiny. 1 believed him to have perished with my family. Mohendro, how did you escape?’’ he added, in a tone of hoarse entreaty. “Why did you leave my wife and child to the flames?” “I did not, my master,” replied the Hin- doo. *“The mem-sahib and child fled with me to the river Jumua. There we found a boat and drifted down as far as the junction of the Ganges. We upset on a rock, and— and the mem-shahib was drowned.” o on,” said the colonel, with a groan. What of my boy?" 1 swam with him to shore,” resumed Mo- hendro. “It was now morning, and we were seen by Sepoy troopers on the way to Delhi They shot me in the breast and left me for dead. When I came to life again the child was gone, and I was alone. I was found by friends—humble people of the forest of Soon- put—who cared for me until 1 was well. Then the mutiny was over, and I heard that you were dead. After vainly seeking trace of the child I took service with a great Afghan chief, and for many years I have lived at Cabul. Only lately did I return to India, as my present master, Holkar Singh, will tell you." Mohendro paused and looked siowly around the room. Suddenly he started and pointed a trembling finger at Jack. “The young sahib again,” “He has the face of your master.” “Yes, colonel, ted he muttered. lost child, my it is a strong likeness,” sald the dreamily. “I saw it from the first.” “And it may be more than a mere coinci- dence,” exclaimed Captain Dundas, excitedly. “Jack’s father was found among natives somewhere near Delhi when he was a little bit of a_chap. Tell the resident your story, Jack. You know it better than I do." “Quick, my lad,” cried the colonel, im- ploringly, “Tell me all, who was your father?” ‘He never knew himself,” replied Jack. A missionary named Wynyard found him beside a dead native woman in a forest north of Delhi. That was in November of 1857, and he was then 5 or 6 years old. All that he could_remember was that his parents used to call him Jack. The missionary and his wife adopted him, and called him Jack Wynyard. They lived up in the Punjaub for a good many years and then went home to England. My father was educated for the army at Sandhurst, and in 1875 he married an orphan girl in London. My mother died in 1884, when I was 8 years old. Then my father went to Burma and left me with his adopted parents. When they died a year ago he sent for me to come out, and—" child kindly, but now she hegan tg treat her cruelly. Eolen never told her father, but somehow he seemed to know what,was going on, and he treated her more affectionately each day as her s'epmother grew more cruel. “This lasted for some time, but finally Eolen’s father fell i1l and died) and then, al- though she had many admirers, she was left without a friend she conld confide in or rely on. To make matters worse, her stepmother produced a will in which her: busband had left everything to her and nothing to Eolen The poor girl didn't know what to do. She knew that her father had made no such will, but how could she prove it? She happened to think of the vial of sparkling waters, She found it and turned it upside down: “On the instant there was a loud knock he street door. Eolen would have open it, but her stepmother was fore her. She peeped from behind tains in the hallway, and saw a tall, r dressed stranger standing on the steps. “ 1 wish to see a young lady who live She is the daughter of an old friend,’ the stranger. The stepmother smiled ‘Come in. I will call her." “But instead of calling Eolen, she called her own daughter. The girl went, but not with a good grace. She had been petted and spofled, and was very saucy and_impolite. The stranger smiled when he saw her. ““What was my mother doing when you saw her sitting by the well at the End of the World? he asked. Do you take plied the girl ‘By no means,’ eald the stranger. not the young lady I came to see.’ ““The stepmother then called Eolen, and stood in the room frowning, to see what was going to happen. Eolen came as soon as she was called, and the stranger seemed to be much struck by her beauty and modesty. P at gone to there be the cur hly here said very sweetly me for a crazy person? ‘You ar SHE TURNED IT UPSIDE He took her by the hand and led her to a chair. *“What was my mother doing, when you saw her sitting by the well at the Bud of the World?' he asked. ‘‘She was combing her Eolen. “‘That is true,’ remarked the stranger. ‘Yes, she was combing her hair.’ Then he turned to the stepmother and said: ‘May I see this young lady’ alone for a lttle while? I have a message for her from an old friend.’ ‘*‘Certainly,’ the stepmother anhswered. ‘I hope her friend is well-to-do, for her father has died without leaving her so much as a farthing.’ Having said this the stepmother flounced from the room. “‘I came at your summons,’ said the stranger; ‘you turned the vial of sparkling water upside down, and now I am here to do DOWN, hair,’ replied “Is there no clearer proof, my boy?" in- terrupted Colonel Teversham. ~ “Did your father have no clew whatever to his real parentage?”’ “0, I forgot,” exclaimed Jack. “This was about his neck attached to a chain. He snapped it open, revealing in one side a faded lock of hair and in the other a tiny face painted on ivory.” “My wife's locket,” cried the colonel, *‘and Mary’s dear face, just as I remember it! My boy, your father was my lost son. Thank God!” The words ended in a sob, and then the colonel caught Jack in his arms and strained him to his breast. There was a hush, and Holkar Singh forgot the complaint he had come to utter. This ends the story of Pink Triscott's mis- sion and the Rajah Cham Bahadur's foolish conspiracy, and the result was a grand- father for Jack Wynyard and a grandson to comfort Colonel Teversham's declining years. Holkar Singh, when he had heard the whole story, concluded that it was an honor to have an clephant stolen in so laudable a purpose 50 he withdrew his complaint and returned to Mercara. But Mohendro stayed behind, henceforth to serve his old master. After a prodigious amount of red tape the government concluded, for official reasons, to treat the conspiracy as a freak of a spoiled child. So the rajah, who had really been a tcol in the hands of his adyisers, was restored to the throne, but under far more restricted conditions than formerly. Pershad Jung managed to escape to Russia by way of Afghanistan, and Mogul Mir was shot down while resisting arrest near Hyderabad. Of the other ringleaders some were pardoned and some were imprisoned. The vast treasure that had been in the brass box disappeared utterly, and not a rupee’s worth was recovered. = There is a strong belief that Mogul Mir buried it on the way back from the ghauts, and that it may be found some day. Pink Triscott is a_corporal now, and will probably rise still higher from the ranks. altu has been promoted to a post in the household, and Jack and Myles are the very life of the residency. There is a bright future before them, and the plucky lads well deserve it, Under a glass case in Colonel Teversham's library lie the fragments of the magic opal of Mysore—mute but eloguent witness o the providential accident tnat averted a bloody tragedy. THE END, IITTLE MR, THIMBLEKINGER AND HIS QUEER COUNTRY. Ny Joel Chandler Harrls, (Copyrighted 1865 by the Author.) VI—THE MAGIC RING. “Don’t you see,” said Mr. Thimblefinger, with apparent seriousness, “‘that it we hadn't went to the well at the end of the world just where we did, she would have had no time to grow?” Buster John smiled faintly, Susan took the statemen she sald nothing. Drusilla boldly endorsed it, “I speck dat's 8o, she sald, “kaze when de 11" gal got back home wid dat vial she wan't in no fix fer ter cut up dem kind er capers what de tales tell about.” “Certainly not,” remarked Mr. Thimble- finger, “‘but now she has had time to grow up to be a young lady almost. Names go for 50 little down here that I haven't told you hers. She was named Eolen. Som sald it was a beautiful name, but her stepmother and her stepmother's daughter sald It was very ugly. Anyhow, that was her name, and whether it was ugly or whether it was beauti- tul, she had to make the best of it. “Well, Eolen went home when the old man gave her the vial of water from the Well at the End of the World., ‘She hid the vial be- neath her apron until she reached her own room, and then she placed it at ihe very bot- tom of her little trunk—a trunk that had be longed to her mother who was dead. “*Nothing happened for a long time. When ever Friday fell on the 13th of & month Eolen would rub a drop of the sparkling water on her forehead, and she grew to be the lovelizst young lady that ever was seen. Her step sister was not bad looking, but, compare with Eolen, she was ugly. The contrast be tween them was so great that people could not help noticing it and making remarks about it. Some of these remarks came to the ears of her stepmother. ““Now a stepmother can be just as nics and as good as auybody, but thls particular step mother cared for nothing except her own child, and she soon came to ha‘e Eolen for b but Sweetest seriously, though ing s0 beautiful. She had never treated the your bidding." “Then Eolen told him of the death of her father, and how he had left all his property to her stepmother. The stranger listened at- tentively, and while he listened played with a heavy gold ring that he wore on his third fivger. When Eolen was through with her story he took this ring from his finger and handed it to her. “‘Look through that,’ he sald, me what you see.’ “Eolen held the ring to one of her eyes and peeped through the golden circle. She was #0 surprised that she came near drop- ping the ring. She had held it up toward the stranger, but instead of seeing him through the - ring she seemed to be looking Into a room In which some person was movicg about. As she continued to look the scene appeared to be a familiar one. The room was the one her stepmother occupied—the room in which her father had died. She saw her stepmother take from her father’s private drawer a folded paper and hide it behind the mantel. Then the scene vanished, and through the ring she saw the stranger smiling at her. ‘‘What you have seen happened some time ago.’ He took the ring and replaced it on his finger .‘Your stepmother is now coming this way. She has been trying to hear what we are saying. When she comes in, do you get your father's real will from behind the mantel and bring it to me.’ “Sure enough the stepmother came fnto the room silently and suddenly. She pre- tended to be much surprised to find any one there, *‘You must excuse me,’ stranger. ‘I imagined I ave some time ago.’ ou are excused,’ replled the stranger. ‘I have been thinking what could be, done for your stepdaughter, who must be quite a burden to you.' ““The stepmother took thls for an invita- tion to tell what she koew about Eolen, and you may be sure she didn’t waste any praise on the young lady. But right in the midst of it all Eolen, who had gone out, returned and handed the stranger the folded paper that had been hid behind the mantel, The stepmother recognized it, and turned pale. ‘‘‘This,' said the stranger, opening the paper and reading it at a glance, ‘Is your father's will. T see he has left you half the property.’ ‘and tell she heard said to the you take *‘That Is the will my husband forgot to destroy,’ cried the stepmother. ‘I have the real wiil." “ ‘May I see t?' asked the stranger, “The stepmother ran to feteh it, but when the stranger had opened it not a line nor a word of writing could be found on it. “'I see you are fond of a joke, said the stranger, but the stepmother had fallen into a chair and sat with her face hid in her hands. ‘I am fond of a joke myself,’ con- tinued the stranger, ‘and 1 think 1 can match yours.' “With that the stranger took the real will, tore it in small picces and threw it into the fireplace. 2 “‘What have vou done?“cried Eolen, ““The most difficult thifg’ in the world,’ replied the stranger. ‘I"hayg made this lady happy.’ 1 “And sure enough the’ stépmother smiling and thanking him. I thought you were mhy said, ‘but now I see you are deed. How can I repay you® “ By treating this youlig 1ady here your daughter,’ he replied. “Have no fea he said, turning to Eolen." “No harm can befall you. What 1 have dong is for the best.’ i “But before he went awdy he gave Holen the gold ring and told her €6 wear it for the sake of his mother, who sdt by''the Well at the End of the World. 'Bhe ‘thanked him for his kindness and prowised she would rwp the ring and treasure It ag long as she ve was Enen; iy she friend in- as But there was one troubie with this magic It was too large for any of Eolen's fingers. She had the whitest and most beautiful hands ever seem, but the ring would fit none of her fingers. Around her neck she wore a necklace of coral beads, and on this necklace she hung the ring “For many days Eolen's stepmother was kind to her, almost too kind. But the woman was afraid her stepdaughter woull inform the judges of her effort to steal and hide her husbana's will. ~ Fhe judges were | very severe in those days and in that coun- | try, and if the woman had been. brought be- | fore them and such a orima, proven on her she would have been sent to the rack.” “What is a rack?’ asked Sweetest Susan “Hit's de place whar dey scrunch folk's very vitals out'n ‘em,” said Drusilla, solemnly “That's about right, I reckon,” assented Mr. Thimblefinger. “Well, the stepmother | was as kind o Bolen as she knew now 1o be, | ring. but the kindness didn't last long. She hated ber stepdaughter worse than ¢ver, Bhe | mather crept was afraid of her, but she didn't hate her the less nn that account. “Holen had a habit of taking off her coral necklace and placing it under her pillow. One night, when she was fast asleep, her step into the room and slipped the necklace. She had no idea it ring ring from the was a_magle han it did cn Eolen's coral necklace, so she took the ring and slipped it on the finger of her sleeping daughter and then stepbed back a little to admire the big golden circle on the coarse, red hand. “Almost immediately the daughter began to toss and tumble in her sleep. She flung her arms wildly about and tried to talk mother becoming alarmed tried to wake her. but it was some time before the girl could be roused from her troubled sleep. “Oh " she cried, when she awoke, ‘what is the matter w h me? 1 dreamed some one was biting my finger offt. What was it? Oh! It hurts me s:ull! held up the finger on which her mother had placed the ring and tried to tear off the golden band. ‘It burns—it burns!® cried. “Take it off.’ “Hor mother tried to take the ring off, but it wag some time before she succeeded. Her daughter struggled and cried o that it was a hard matter to remove the ring, which seemed to be as hot as fire. A red blister was lo on the girl’s finger, and she szemed to be in great pain, “‘What have 1 done?' seelng her daughter’s con made so much nolse that went to the door to find out what was “*'Go away, you hus mother when she saw ‘Go away! you are a w “ ‘Why, what have I done? Holen asked. ‘You are the cause of all this trouble, For amusement I placed your gold ring on my dear daughter's finger—and now see her condition!’ “‘Why, then, did you take my ring? If you had left it where 1 placed it, you would have had none of this trouble,’ olen spoke with so much dignity that her stepmother was surprised Into silence, though she could talk faster and louder than a flutter mill. But finally she found her veice. “Go away! You are a witc Zolen. But Eolen went boldly Into ‘Give me my ring!’ she exclaimed. wrong me no further. Give me my will have it!" “This roused the s‘epmother's temper. She searched on the floor till she found the ring Then she opened a window and flung it as far could send it. ow, let's see you get it!" With that she teized Eolen by the pushed her from the room, saying: you witch!" Now, then,” said Mr. Thimblefinger, after using to take breath, “what was the poor girl to do?’ He looked at Sweetest as if expecting her to answer the que “I'm sure I don't know,” replied S: Susan, “Shake up de bottle,” exclaimed Drusilla, “Exactly $2.” sald Mr. Thimblefinger, (To Be Continued.) TRAINED BELS. In the education of animals it is more re- markable to see the smaller ones trained to exercises that scem absurdly out of place by the patient care of the human brain that de- votes itself to this educational process. Mice, canary birds and fleas! They have all been upon the boards. The idea of teaching the vivacious flea to perform certain specific antics! How was it instilled into its small perceptible faculties that in obedience to cer- tain signals from the master, man, it should do things which would never enter into the mind of the simple, natural flea? Among the smaller animals there is none that seems o Intelligent, so practical and sober-minded as “the little busy bee.” He will mount in the air, and fly in a straight line for his hive. it has passed into a proverb, and when a man wishes to say that he has gone by the shortest line from one point to another (and that, as mathematics teach, is the straight line), he says he “‘made a bee-line” for the place, So in the struc- ture of their cells they apply by instinct the form and proportions which reason proves to be most effective and economical of space. They are fine subjects and obey implicitly their queen, and they take good care of the drones as long as they are useful to the well being of the community, and kil them as soon as they cease to be so. It would appear, therefore, a very simple thing to teach bees tricks and introduce them to a professional life as performers on the amusement stage. Yet probably very few have ever seen them trained. In 1831, how- ever, a man named Wildeman of Plymouth did 'train a troup and exnibited them for the recreation of the curious public. He got swarms of bees so well trained that he could make them enact maneuvers with as much precision and unity as troops of sol- diers go through fleld tactics. This man used to exhibit the bees in a large hall out- side of which was a garden. When the bees got through working as_trick perform- ers they could have a good time playing among the flowers. Wildeman would appear before the audience with the bees swarming all over him. They were on hiz face, on his hands, crawling over his clothes, and his pockets were full of them. It looked as if he were a great flower full of material from which honey could be made from the assiduous attention which these busy little bees paid to him. Whether they had been despoiled of their stings or not is not said. But he must have felt uncomfortable if he knew that many scores of bees, were they so minded, could have stung him at will, Such a quantity of bee stings as that could casily scttle a man and leave him stung to death. Anybody who has ever been un- lucky enough to receive the sting of eveh ono healthy, vigorous bee will not find it difficult to believe this, The hives of the bees were in a certain part of the large hall quite removed from the stage, where Wildeman stood with them thickly clustered on him. All at once he would give a whistle and presto! The bees started off and flew straight to their hives! When they had got well settled there he would whistle again, and back they flew and settled on his face and hands and clothes once more. This was done with the greatest promptness and regularity. It must have been with some solicitude that the spectators assisted at this performance. But it is due to the bees, and perhaps to Wildeman, to say that no one was ever stung by them, Virgll, the great Latin poet, who wrote four poems on different agricultural themes, devotes one of these Georgics, as they are called, entirely to bees, But he nowhere says they can be taught to do the things which this man of Plymouth trained them to per- form. Virgll's bees know a great deal, but they have learned it all from nature, “She he she the mother crled, dition. The two Folen awoke and the trouble vI' screamed the step Bolen at the door ch! she sald to the room. “You shall ring! 1 she cried arm and ‘Go away. TWELFTH NIGHT GAMES. ‘The holidays are the times par excellence for children’s parties, a few suggestions re- garding games may therefore be of some value, There is an 0ld time game called Drawing King and Queen, which from tme im- memorial has been dedicated Twelfth night, or January 6. Two cakes are made, In wheh, among the plums, a bean and a pea are thrown. Each cake Is cut, one for the girls and one for the boys; whoever of the former gets the bean is clected queen of the evening, and the boy who draws the pea is king of the evenng, IMPERIAL HAIR REGENERATOR. Perfectly restc color, makes the hair healthy, and is clean. Steaming, salt, or Turkish Baihi do not afféet it It 1s as nat ural a8 nature. Detection impossible “Your preparation has my cordial recommendation. 1 belleve there 1% nothing in the world fur the hair like it ADELINA to s & rich. lustrous PATTI COLORS DARK B HHOWN: 2 CHE CHESTNUT [ SH BLOND. Frice mple bottle of th a8 Tint," will be sent NICHOLINI NO. 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To the of his cloak has been attached a | whistle by a long cord; each of the party blews this in turn, challenging him to find | out who sounded the note, he turning each minute, never dreaming that he bears the | Instrument upon h'm | In the game called Jacob, one of the party I blindfolded and placed in the center of the room. the others circling around him. The blindfolded one then calls out the r of | the one he would pursue; she enters the circle with him, then darts a: ; he then summons her to betray her presence by call ing out ““Jacob,” and she is obliged to at once answer “Here, sir,”" while he follows, | gulded by her vo'ce, till he catches her. CURIOUS BURIAL CUSTONMS. Think of a land so crowded that rich can afford to have a grave! land is not China India, but presperous France Down in the quain: little Basque among the people that lived there before the rest and settled, and language resemblance to the North American Indian and Chinese than French or Spanish, they have curious ways. One of them is, after a man has been dead a year or so, to take up hig bones, and throw all except the skull in a great pit dug in the floor of a chapel and grated over. The skull they put in a queer little box with a steeple on it, that looks for all the world like one of these bird hous you see perched up among the branches, and through the heart-shaped hole in front the eye-socket staring out Over the hole a placard: “Here lies the head — All around the bare fittle chapel are shelves from floor to ceiling with these little houses neatly arranged side by slde, the occupant of each staring fixedly through his little front door at his opposite neighbor. 1f a skuil crumbles the dust is shaken into a pit, and_the little house has soon new occupant. They have a quaint custom in this same country, on All Saints day. A great many of the relatives live at a distance and o have no time to come and say a prayer over the grave, or else are rheumatic, and find kneeling on the damp, chilly ground not conducive to comfort, so they hire a small boy for so much a quarter of an hour to say their prayers for them. In conse- quence, all over the cemetery you may sce small boys devoutly digging their little bare toes into the ground and repeating the prayers in a business-like manner that must give the powers above a curious impression of human love and remembrance. In Paris they have the same custom of exhuming the bones after a_certain time, but there they throw them all in the com- mon trench, where the poor are crowded to- gether in death, as they are crushed to- gether in life. There is also a curtous sur- vival of French feeling 1 our own country, in New Orleans, on this very subject. There they have stone catacombs above ground, and the coffin is put in one of the niches, which is then filled with quick-lime and sealed up. Just as soon as the lime shail have destroyed the contents of the niche it is opened and made ready for the recep- tion of a mew occupant. AN AMBITIOUS LAD. “I think ambition is never given without a mind of sufficient power to sustain it, and to achieve its lofty object.” Who wrote these words? A boy of 16, named Bayard Taylor, as he looked proudly upon an autograph Charles Dickens had given him, and he felt within him that fire of ambition which was never quenched. The Quaker boy of the little town of Ken- nett Square, near Philadelphia—who was born January 11, 1795—grew to be very fond of books, and often when sent to rock the baby would forget all about the crying in- fant, so deeply would he be absorbed in a story of travel or delightful poem. His faiher was a poor farmer, who had no money to spend on books, so Bayard set out gathering nuts, which he sold, and instead of rushing off to a candy store like some boys and girls, he invested his money more wisely in buying books. At 14 he was study- ing Latin and French, 15 found him deep in Spanish. At 17 he was no longer the pupil, but the assistant in the school. The story of his life, with its deep shad- ows and bright lights, is beautiful and full of inspiration. Every boy and girl of America, England and Germany should know it by heart. And seo how the penniless lad at last reaches some of the highest heights of his ambl- tion, and at President Hayes' request became minister to Berlin, and was welcomed cor- dially by Emperor William and had for a fast friend Bismarck. Some of his works should be in every library. The “‘Poet’s Journal,” *Hannah Thurston,” “John Godfrey's Fortunes” are tender and beautiful, while his great learning nd skill come ouf in his translation of | | band only the And that or modern, province, centuries Spain were has closer of France whose a SEVENTY-SEVEN A SUCCESS. Seventy is a phenomenal the market for less than o year, every city, town and hamlet in the and Canada, There are many reasons for s success. 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