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SLEEPING CAR RIGHTS, POOR JOHN L. SULLIVAN, A PECULIAR CASE, PHVSICIANS PUZZLED BY. THE EXPERIENCE OF MRS. BOWEN. UVS A HERO AND DIG A MAN. • ---5 •Bravely into the battle of life, v .Bravely into the rattle of strife. Enter, ye hearts that are noble and true, Doing the work you are fitted to do; Danger waits those w&o their duty would shun; >. He's safe who feels sure that the field shall he won., - So rest not in zero, rise high as you can; Live like a hero and die like a man. Never as now were heroes required, Never as now the divinely inspired; The. world. Waits for leaders to lead it along, s • In aid of the right and opposed to the . * wrong; It welcomes the poet who soars as he sings. And the word of the Lord which the true prophet brings. ^ " \ So don't be a Nero, all evil to plan, But live like a hero and die like a man. The cross needs uplifting to point men above, To-icll them God lives full of mercy and love; That no soul need perish, redemption is near, Though yonder is heaven, the kingdom is • here; ' -V That the true life that I lived is the living for others, ' v Por God is our Father and all men are •:£. brothers." • So rest not in zero, up, high as you can, Live like a hero and die like a man. --Rev. J. P. Hutchinson. Moore said I was that," she answered, with a demureuess that was distracting. "Is it about rue?" Hezekiah .got $p and walked to the edge of the* porch. He looked fiercely up at the moon as If he thought there ought to be blood pn it, but there wasn't, and the sweet odors of the night were wafted to him on, the silent stir­ ring breeze, and he was soothed. "Whatever is the matter?" she asked, in the querulous tone of young women under similar circumstances, and lie turned to her again." "Kitty." he said, dropping the polite title of young-ladyhood, "it is you, and it is me, too. Both of us," he added, re­ gardless of syntax. 'Who ever said you were the sweetest thing in tfce world," ho said, bravely ffr*PlD SHORTHAND REPORTING. her. ,. ' . . Some of the Wonderful Stories Art Exaggerated. . - "A great dedlof nonsense appears Id the newspapers from time -to time con­ cerning rapid, shorthand writing," said, a leading court reporter in New York the other day. "Instances of stenogra­ phers who are able to write at a speed varying all the way from 300 to 400 words a minute are mentioned, appar- entlyv merely to, call attention to the development., of the stenographic art, Mid the impression is given that such rapid work is so common as to excite no particular e&mmen^. As a matter of fact, howeyer, j the sXeno^rapiiei; in constant practice who is^alne to Uo^p up a speed of 225 words a minute for „ _ _ au.T considerable length of time is a thing in the world, I'd like to know?"*]' remarkably clever man, and it is per- slie laughed, and Hezekiah thought he could see the keen edge of her tongue flash in the moonlight. "You never did," he replied, in the stirliest manner. "Oo," she crooned, to him, softly, in the language of the cradle, "lias de 'ittle toosty wootsy pinched his b'essed 'Ittle film?" . Hezekiah went to the edge Of the porch again and was about to shake his fist at the moon, when he saw Some one HAPLESS HEZEKIAH. DON'T know any one for whom I am sorrier than I am for Hezekiah Heston. Hezekiah is a good fellow and always was, but he never seemed to have the luck a real good man Should have, and . very often does not. But I have been particularly sorry for him since that Kitty Clone affair. Kitty was by all odds the prettiest girl iiftown, and Hezekiah. like most of the other courting men in that vicinity, fell In love writh her. She was tawny haired, with snapping black eyes and a tongue that was as sharp as a two- edged razor, but she was as bright as a dollar in a basket of chips, and she had only to smile to have a retini^a of men at her beck. J stood closer to Hezekiah than any man in town, and practically knew his Inmost thoughts. In fact, I was the only one he confided in after the Kitty Clone affair, Kitty, before that, being a little nearer to him, he thought, than I was. He confided the whole sad story to me, and I cannot refrain from telling it now. For some subtle purpose, not at the time apparent, Kitty had indicated very plainly her preference for Heze­ kiah, and a happier man no one ever saw in our town. But preference, mere­ ly, was not what Hezekiah sought, and he let her see that quite early. It began to happen one moonlighl night on her father's porch, where the honeysuckles clambered over the roof and the sweet wild rose vine entwined the corner. Through the trellised vines, the silver shafts of the moon shot that soft night in June and fell in sifted strands over Kitty and Hezekiah sitting tn the mellow shadows. If the night­ ingale had been indigenous to that sec­ tion, I am sure it would have added its liquid notes to the music in Hezekiah's heart, but there was no nightingale, and Hezekiah did not miss it. Kitty was enough for him, and Kitty sat close beside him. and every word she spoke was a bird song to him. "Did you know, Miss Kitty," he said, tentatively, for Hezekiah was not a brash lover, and he. had not mentioned the sacred subject of love to her, al­ though he had thought up a thousand ways by which he might, and had thrown them- all aside when the time came, "Did you know that I have some­ thing to say to you?" "Well," she twinkled, "I should hope you had, Mr. Heston. I'm sure I don't , want to do all the talking." "I could listen to you if you did, I am Sure," lie replied, with a halting help­ lessness of manner that men have some­ times in the moonlight "That sounds so much like sweet­ hearts talk," she twittered, as she shook the gold of her pretty hair out into the line of the silver light with its scent of honeysuckles and roses. "Perhaps it is," he ventured, doubt- • fully. "But I am sure you don't want to talk such nonsense to me," she pro­ tested. "Why not?" he answered so promptly that he frightened himself. But not Kitty; oh, no. "Because," she answered, "we have known each other so long that it would sound silly for you to say such things to me." "Must a man select a stranger if he wants to confide to a woman all that Is in his heart?" he inquired with a grav­ ity that made her laugh. "Oil, I suppose not. Still it doesn't seem quite natural for you to make ,i:;- love to me." "If I did, what would you say?" "I really don't know, Mr. Heston," she said, tucking her head down and blushing, perhaps, though it was nqt visible in the shadows of the porch. "You know," he went on, with more courage, now that he had made the stkrt, "that I have recently come. into a little fortune of something like $10,- 000, and--" "I thought it had come in to 'you," she interrupted, with a pleasant little bird not of a chuckle. Hezekiah was just\ stupid and slow ;.ij. enough to be delighted with such flashes of feminine Svit, and Kitty's brightness in this#|respect was always v a charm to him. He liked it now, but with a shade or reflex action, for the flash of it had dazzled him when he was on the path to telling her what was in his heart s "Isn't It just the same?" he asked, with a laugh, half of admiratioh and half of nervousness. H "Oh,' of course, but what were you about to say ? Excuse me for interrupt ^ ' ing you." "Do you want me to say it?" he asked so eagerly that she laughed at hint i again. "How do I know? It may be some-' thing dreadful." "It is something about the sweetest "AH, FRANK, r,M GLAD TO SEE YOU." open the gate from the street and come up the walk toward the house. It was the hated Frank Moore, and Hezekiah had only a minute to make his peace with the sarcastic goddess. "Kitty," he exclaimed, desperately, as he came back to her, "there comey Moore. It's only 9 o'clock and he will stay here all evening. I can't say all I want to say, but I can say this much-- I love you, Kitty, and I want you to be my wife. Will you ?" In his excitement he had taken her hand and she had risen to liis side. "Come to-morrow night." she said, in the softest whisper, and the gentle pres­ sure of her hand spoke a sweeter lan­ guage to him than even the music of her lips. "Ah, Frank," greeted Hezekiah, as his late rival came up, "I'm glad to see you, real glad"--and he was speaking the solemn truth, for there is no telling how much time he would have wasted if Moore hadn't come just as he did-- "I was about going, and it looks like a pity to leave Miss Kitty all alone amidst this bower of honeysuckles, moonshine, roses and June. Come and take my place. I'm sure she will welcome you with open arms, or words to that effect." "Why, Mr. Heston," protested Miss Kitty, "you are really brilliant this evening. Who taught you how? It must be an acquired habit. I'm sure it isn't natural." Moore laughed at this pleasant persi­ flage of Kitty's. Everybody laughed at Kitty's wit, except the victims of it, but on this occasion, even the victim laughed, for he could yet feel the ecstasy of Kitty's hand clasping his, and could yet hear the music of her words. "Come to-morrow night." Hezekiah did not tarry long after this, but Mr. Moore remained for two hours, chattering with Miss Kitty, and then they separated, leaving the moon, the honeysuckles aud roses out in the June night all alone. The stars twin­ kled in the silver blue sky, the fra­ grance of the flowers filled the air, and. far down the quiet street, Hezekiah sat by his open window dreaming the night away, and there was a smile on his face as if an angel had come in the glory of the mooulight and touched him with the breath of June. And the next night it rained. But there was sunshine, and moon­ light and honeysuckles and roses and June in Hezekiah's heart, and he was promptly in piquant Kitty's pretty par­ lor early on the night of the morrow which had promised so much to him. Alas! how easily things go wrong and so forth. They quarreled, and Hezekiah went out into the night, gloomier than the night was. All the music of her voice fectly safe to say that not one court re­ porter in a dozen is capable of ver­ batim reporting at the rate of 200 words a minute. To understand what the writing of 300 words a minute means let anyone count out thai number of words of ordinary matter and then un­ dertake to read it aloud in'Ohe minute's time, pronouncing each word distinct­ ly as It would be necessary to do if a stenographer were taking it down. Es­ timating an average of two syllables to a word, it will be necessary to enunci­ ate clearly about GOO syllables in one minute, or ten syllables a second; The reporting style of shorthand writing has many expedients for running words together into phrases, so that three or four words are often written quite as rapidly as they can be spoken, and con­ tracted signs are frequently used for the longer words. Still the writing of 300 words a minute in the briefest style of shorthand, would require the formation of considerably over 200 signs--about four, every second--and these signs must be accurate enough in form to be readily deciphered by the writer. Chicago has long claimed to have the fastest shorthand writer in the world, and while this individual has given some wonderful exhibitions of speed, it is doubtful if he ever wrote anything near 250 words in a single niiuute that would pass inspection. A few years ago, at a public exhibition he took notes of legal testimony read at the rate of about 200 words a minute for five minutes. His notes were so Illegible, as a result of the speed at which they were written, that even the most expert stenographers could make nothing out of them, and when com­ pared with the matter dictated it was found that at least a dozen words had been altogether omitted. It is upon such imperfect work as this that the preposterous claims of 300 words or more a minute are based."--New York Sun. result, the stricken nation was kept lit blanched attife for a continuous period of ten ye^rs; By popular account, at the termination of this protracted mourning, some wise man, whom tho occasion produced, suggested that, Should the people again provide them­ selves witli the many-colored garments worn in happier times, and the alarm­ ing mortality so recently experienced should again be suffered by the royal house, the nation would have indulged in the useless expense of garments never to be worn. So, with a view to economy, and constant preparation for death's visitation, the Coreaus became perpetual mourners. However true this account mxy be, it remains that a long period of mourning has engrafted upon the national life this custom of wearing only white, observed by all ex­ cept the otiic/NS of the crown. The male attire for the coolie class consists of two garments of coarse cot­ ton shirtings, baggy trousers, usually rolled nr> ,to the knee, with an exagger­ atedly long waist, that might easily en- sack the head, falling over the belt in a loose fold, and a short jacket fasten­ ed at the breast, with loose sleeves. Sus­ pended from the belt are a small string of cash (the country's Currency), and a tobacco pouch, while in one hand is the ever-present pipe, with its thimble­ like bowl, aud reed stem a yard in length. , If the feet are at all protected, it is ,by a pair of straw shoes, or, in rainy weather, by sabots, each with two transverse cleats at the bottom of the sole. All above the coolie class, in addition to wearing the trousers, which they wear bound tightly about the.an­ kles, and jackets with smaller sleeves, have a flowing gown, belted just under the arms, and reaching to their feet. The last garment, in the case of the wealthy office-holders, is, like their oth­ ers, of beautiful Chinese linen or of col­ ored silk brocade. The feet are encas­ ed in white cotton stockings, thickly wadded with cotton, and Chinese shoes. HOW LIVINGS ARE MADE. Turning Questions Aside. The art of changing the subject of a conversation which has become dis- tastefqJ-jto you is one worth cultivating; a little practice.,will make you an adept in it Then whei^tliejetailer of nause­ ous news accosts you and forces dis­ agreeable topics upon your unwilling and pained ear--or when the busy* body questions intrusively as to your private affairs, or, worse still, as to the affairs or circumstances of your near friends--then you are already skilled and accomplished in simply avoiding the impertinent pressure by a dignified change of theme. Should the baffled news-hunter return to the charge, then you can give the rebuke by a chilling silence, repeating the lesson that no in­ formation you do not choose to give is to be had from you. Never answer a fool according to his fojly, m#/er apolo­ gize for not replying. The apologist puts himself ou a level with the thief, the would-be thief, who would surprise and steal his secrets. Remember, your affairs are your own; and the more per­ sonal dignity you have in refusing to be the tool of curious or prying folks, to be hypnotized into answering solely because you are asked, the more re­ spect even such prying people will have for you. Canine Red Cross Service. Theintelligentand persevering Scotch collie is the dog trained for service in the German army. His equipment con­ sists of a strong collar with a leather pocket for letters, a small waterproof blanket for his rest at night and two pockets containing a small surgeon's outfit, linen, medicines and a small amount of dog biscuit. The entire load |s less than ten pounds and can be easily carried by the dog for days. His ser­ vices are most important in the search for the wounded or dead; he often brings first help to a soldier fallen in brush or underwood and completely hid­ den from sight; he makes an excellent courier, and runs from hospital to com­ mand or vice versa, faithfully deliver­ ing messages intrusted to, his care as fast as a cavalryman, with much less danger to both courier and message. A large red cross marks each pocket, and designates his connection with the sani- tar.v and relief corps. He also carries a small lantern on his back, to enable the litter bearer to follow him in the search for the wounded or dead in the darkness of night The Ways Are Countless and Many Are Very Strange. In all cities men have countless ways of making their livings, and some of them are very strange. On the corner of Broadway and Ann street, a few days ago, a man was scratching be­ tween the cobblestones with his cane, yew people paid any attention to him, 'hutone man stopped and watched him, and soon saw him scratch out a horse­ shoe nail and put it in his right-hand coat pocket He repeated the opera­ tion several times, and put several of the nails in the other pocket. "What do you want with those nails?" asked the man who had watched him. "I make my living out of those nails," re­ plied the other, "and I ain't ashamed of it, either." The strange fellow said his name was Thomas, ftutjvhether he referred to his first or last name he did not say, and that he was gathering liorshoe nails' for a livelihood. "You see," he began, "an old straight horse­ shoe nail) that is, one that has once been on a horse's foot, is worth twice or three times as much as a new one. This is easily explained if you stop to think that a new nail is always liable to split when being hammered and in­ jure the horse's foot. An old nail has been tried, and the blacksmith knows he can depend ou it. Most of the nails that I find are bent, but the good ones I can always sell to blacksmiths who know their business. Those that, are not very bad I sell to gunsmiths and other men who repair small machin­ ery. The steel in a horseshoe nail is of the best quality. Those nails that are broken and bent I sell for old metal. There ain't a fortune in it, but as long as the horsehoe nails hold out aud blacksmiths are willing to buy them I won't have to stop a man on the streets aud ask him for a dime to buy something to eat. '--Commercial Ad­ vertiser. jCpnditions WJicn the Company Is Rj ft sponsible for Losses. liarles Peak rode from Oakland, Cal., to Los Angeles, on the night of .Tune 5, in a Pullman sleeping ear> Before he went to bed, about midnight, he went to the smoking-room, and there found the porter sound asleep. He occupied a lower berth, and put his coat and* waistcoat in the unoccupied berth above him. When h» got up in tlie morning they were gone. He sued the company, and a San Francisco justice gave him a verdict The company con­ tended that it was. absolved from re- of the berth check, which says: "Bag­ gage, wearing apparel, money, jewelry or other valuables taken into the car will be entirely at the owner's risk." The justice held that this notice was not sufficient, and that the company must be responsible for the clothes a passenger actually wore, otherwise the whole sclienieof the sleeping car failed. The justice says: ~ "It is enough to say, upon the evi-, dence in this case, that if this colored porter had done his duty the loss of this coat and vest could never have happened. .It is uneontroverted evi­ dence that this porter was dead asleep about midnight of the night in ques­ tion, in the smoking-room of the car, out of sight of tlife, aisle of the car, and everything which might go on in the various sections of the car opening upon the aisle. "I am prepared to hold that the proof of the loss alone of the Wearing apparel of a passenger in a sleeping car like this in the night time is enough to make the defendant liable, in the ab­ sence of any showing on the part of the defendant that its servants did their duty to the fullest extent. As a matter of law, there is no presumption that they did. All parts of the sleeping car --that is, all parts not occupied by oth­ er passengers--should be safe for the passengers to deposit any article of personal property in or on which he usually wears on his person, or carries witli his person, such as a coat, a cane, an umbrella, or hat." " KITTY, CAST YOU FORGIVE ME ?" was a discord, and the dank dark air was filled with an odor as of dead honeysuckles and roses,, and adeeaying June. But the next night was perfect again, and once more Hezekiah sat with Miss Kitty on the porch and the moon was flooding the valley with the yellow light that marks it as it rests upon the distant mountain tops. "Kitty,' said Hezekiah^ in the voice of a penitent, "can you forgive me?" "I can, Mr. Heston, but will I?" she answered, not unkindly. "Won't you?" lie pleaded. "And if I do?" she asked, with a coy­ ness that charmed him. "You will marry me," he said so firm­ ly that she trembled. "Then I'll forgive you," and her saucy face was buried in his coat front, and the goid of her tresses threw a soft light into his face that gave it the look of a seraph' s. ~ And it came to pass according to the prophecy of Hezekiah. That's why I'm so sorry for Hezekiah Heston. - I'm Hezekiah Heston, and Kitty has been my wife for twenty years, and her hair is no less tawny, nor is her tongue less sharp, than when "the honeysuckles, the roses, the moon­ light and J une threw their gentle .glamour o'er the scene.--Utica Globe. He Slept Two Days. An interesting tale is told about a young lad who came to a Syracuse ho­ tel early last week aud asked if he might do some odd jobs about the place iu order that he might earn a place to sleep that night. The boy looked de­ serving and he was set at work. It was Sunday night, and shortly after 8 o'clock he was given a room in one of the less frequented portions of the house. The lad seemed very tired and went at once to bed. It chanced that no one went to the room the next day, and it was Tuesday night before any­ one thought of him. Then it was that a tour of investigation was begun. Re­ peated rapping failed to bring any re­ sponse and finally the door was forced open. The boy was still in bed and still sleeping soundly. He explained that it was nearly a week since he had had any sleep, but was surprised that he had actually slept two days and two nights. The boy is still about the city, making his home wherever he chances to be. He is an orphan and says he has been unable to find work in this City. He narrates interesting tales of his past experiences.--Syracuse Post. A Nation of Mourners. . It so happened in C'orea, near a cen tury and a half ago, thatafter one king, by his. departure from this life, had en­ tailed upon his people the wearing of the mournful white, the two rulers who in succession followed him, at the re­ spectful intervals of three and six years, were themselves mowed down by the unsparing barvesterv~an<2» as a Niagara Falls Hackmeu Have Humor I made an interesting discovery when Niagara Falls, said a tourist. It was that the hackmau there have a strong sense of humor. One afternoon, when I was returning to my hotel with an empty purse and tired out by the importunities of the thousand and one sharks who infest the village, I stopped to light, a cigar. Thoughtless­ ly I struck a match against the wheel of a cab. Immediately the driver came running up to me and yelled: "Hi, there, that'll cost you half a dol­ lar." I was so nervous that for a moment I thought he was iu earnest and stared blankly at him, aud then he added in­ dulgently: "Well. I will let you off this time." Then he and the other Jehus standing around burst into laughter. They ap­ preciated their reputation. An Iron Tree. Mr. W. E. Armstrong, Waco, Texas, sends an amount, from a well-known serial, of a tree discovered in Africa by "a well-known professor," which only feeds on metal. The natives "worship it," and when they get any coins bury them as sacrifices beneath the ground around the tree, and which the tree faeds on. The trunk is like iron, the leaves like tin, and every part bf it simulating some form of metal. Tho only surprise is that such intelligent magazines should be taken in by such transparent newspaper jokes. Every once in a while something like this is gotten up to the astonishment of the world, attributed, of course, to "the well-known German," Prof. Moen- sliein, or some other equally well- known myth. They are pretty to read, but hard to believe in. Punning Philosophers. When some of the first thinkers of New England formed themselves into a community, to live and work together at Brook Farm, they did so to demon­ strate great moral and economical truths; but they also, it becomes evi­ dent. managed to have a "good time" by the way. Mr. J. T. Codman, in his "Brook Farm Memories," says that these men and women kept up an in­ terminable fire of small fun and joke, puns and bons mots, inoffensively shoot­ ing them off right and left, in all times and places. Some little children were chasing one another on a very warm day. "Why are those children like native Africans?" one of the philosophers asked. And he answered his own ques­ tion: "Because they belong to the hot and tot race." "Is Mr. --=-- much of a carpenter?" "Not a bit of one; that's plain." "What sort of a man is that long­ haired fellow opposite?" "He's good, in the main (mane)." "Mrs. is a regular steamboat!" "Yes, I know; she goes by steam, self-'steem." "Have 3*ou seen my umbrella?" asked one. "What sort of an umbrella was it?" "It had a hooked end." "I have not seen it, but I had a nice one once, and the end was exactly, like yours. It was hooked, too." Passing a rosy but unkempt lijttle boy, Miss ---- remarked to a friend: "Isn't he a little honey?" "Yes," was the reply. "Honey with­ out the comb." "Do you thing Miss B. beautiful? She bows to perfection." "Yes, but she hasn't bowed to me. Has she to you?" "Who are the girls out in that boat, with the old man?" The name of the boat was the Dart. "Why, his darters, of course!" 500 1,500 5,000 4,000 12,000 4,000 5,000 100,000 3.000 2,000 4,000 3,000 2,000 2,000 4,000 4.000 (3,0<X) 4,000 7,000. 4.0».t0 3,000 3.000 3,000 2.000 2,0(X) 5,0<>0 7,000 5,000 Expert Turtle Fishing. In the neighborhood of Cuba, says a recent visitor to that island, a most peculiar method of securing turtles is pursued. They train, or at least take advantage of the instincts of a certain species of fish, called by the Spanish reve (meaning reversed), because its back is usually taken for its stomach. It has an oval plate attached to its head, the surface of which is traversed by parallel ridges. By this plate it can firmly adhere to anyrsbiid body it may choose. The boats which go iu quest of the turtles each carry a tub contain­ ing a number of these reves. When the sleeping turtles are seen they are approached, and as sOon as 1 they are judged near enough a reve is J thrown into the sea. Upon perceiving the turtle, its instinct teaches it to ' swim right toward it; and fix itself j firmly upon the creature by means of i its disk. Sooner would the reve allow itself to be pulled to pieces than give j up its grip. A ring, which is attached to the tail i of the fish, in which a string is fas- j tened, allows the fisherman to pull in his prize. By a peculiar manipulation j the reve is pulled off and returned to the tub, to be ready for use the next time a turtle is sighted. "iSead Broke" Where He Should Bo a Little Croesus To-day. Poor John L. Sullivan is "dead 'broke." In the height of his power, when his reputation as the great knocker-out ̂ vas indisputable, little Pat Coakley, Boston's famous gambler, made the prophecy that Inside, of ten years Sullivan would want for the dul- \ lars which, he was then throwing away so recklessly. This prophecy has come to pass, says the Boston Post. All kinds of estimates have, been made of John's winnings, and the most conservative of these agree that from .the day lie met Joe Goss in Music Hall in 1880 up t,o\the present time, lie has received and sWpent over half a mil­ lion dollars. To give some idea of the money earned by him in his boxing contests, the following tabulated state­ ment, while not absolutely correct, will serve the purpose: John Donaldson,, "bout.. $ John Flood, prize fight......... Paddy Ryan, prize tight, Feb. 7, 1SS2 Jimmie Elliott, bout, July 4, 1882 Tug Wilson, sham. Charlie Mitchell, bout.. £ Herbert Slade. Tour of the United States.. ..... Capt. Dalton. ^. Dick Burns, the Michigan giant. Jack Stewart. Fred Robison, at Butte City.... Alexander Marx, at Galveston.. John Henry, at Hot Springs. . William Fleming, at Memphis. .. Erips Phillips, at Nashville..,.. Prof. Lafiin, at New Yol k.. .... Alf Greenfield, at New York.... Alf Greenfield, at Boston, i Paddy Ryan, at New York ..... Jack Burke, at Chicago.. McCaffrey, at Cincinnati Paddy Ryan, at San Francisco. . Duncan McDonald, at Minneap­ olis . . Patsy Cardiff, at Minneapolis... The English-Irish tour, 1884.... Boston's welcome home benefit. . Sporting editor, New York Illus­ trated News ? Jake Ivilrain :. 24,000 In 1890 John began his career as an actor, and for a short tour with the Honest Hearts and Willing Hands Company received $10,000. In all, it is estimated that he has received dur­ ing his stage career $40,000. After his defeat by Jim Corbett, his benefit at the Madison Square Garden netted him $12,000. With his book, "The Reminis­ cences of a Nineteenth Century Gladia­ tor," and his other exhibitions, together with the privilege he has extended to cigar and liquor men who have named their brands after him, adds $20,000 more. For the purpose of comparison, John's income for the past twelve years has been at least $25,000 a year. The Governor's yearly salary is $8,000, the Mayor's yearly salary is $10,000 and President Eliot's salary is $8,OQ0. Some instances of his recklessness and carelessness and his spendthrift methods are told in the story of his memorable knocking-out tour. It was his custom to enter a bar-room aud lay $100 upon the counter and order wine for the party, refusing the change. If he was hilarious, lie has been known to recklessly dash down pyramids of glass­ es or hurl champagne bottles into ele­ gant mirrors, and calmly ask the cost and pay for the'damages. There have been days when he has spent $2,500, and there have been weeks when his outlay amounted to $10,000. For the insane pleasure of burying a colored man's face in a •squash pie he paid the man $30. For the privilege of knocking a waitress down in Yea- ton's oyster house on Washington street he paid $400. For the brutal pas­ time of kicking two offending -,'rays he paid S200. He gave his friends carte blancue one night to drink to his health and they punished $1,000 worth of wine. Another favorite pastime was to scat­ ter small coin of all denominations, from $1 under, recklessly, as he passed along the streets, for the mob that al­ ways followed him, to scramble for. There are hundreds of men who are indebted to him for amounts ranging from $100 to $10,000, which they bor­ rowed under a promise to pay, who still owe him the money, and, as he has no record of these loans, he is not like­ ly to ever receive a single dollar of it A pitiful story, a crying beggar, a man, woman or child in misfortune, could have anything he had, even the coat that he wore upon his back. The Episcopal Hospital Said She Had Consumption. 1 (From the Record, Philadephla, Pa.) Last July the Episcopal Hospital ad- •mitted a woman whose pale and ema­ ciated face and racking cough proclaim­ ed her the victim of consumption. She gave her name as Mrs. Sallie G. Bowen» wife of Wm. G. Bowen, residence, 1849 'Meighan street, Philadelphia. The case iwas diagnosed and she was told plainly that she was in an advanced stage-of consumption. The examining physician even showed her the sunken place in her breast where the cavity in her lung was supposed to exist She went home to her ,family a broken, disheartened woman with death staring her in the face. That wais the beginning of the story; the end was told by Mrs. Bowen, who no longer expects to die, to a reporter who visited her home. "The first symptoms of consumption came in the form of terrible sweats, both ,night and day. Ktom April until Sep­ tember I was constantly cold and kept wrapped up in blankets through the hot­ test weather. A terrible cough took pos­ session of me, my breast was sore to the slightest toucn, and my limbs Sv&e like cold clay. The hardest rubbing with the coarsest towel would not create tho slightest flush, and the least exertion would so exhaust me that I could barely gasp for water. "I went to the hospital in July and they diaguosed my case as above stated. It was when the clouds were the darkest .that the first glint of sunshine came. Mr. Shelmerdine, a friend, who lives around at 1844 Clementine street, said to me one day: 'Mrs. Bowen, did you ever try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Paie People?' I had never heard of the mdicine, but in my condition could not turn a deaf ear to anything that offered relief. It was after considerable thought and investigation that I concluded to discontinue all the medicine I was taking, including cod liver oil, and depend entirely upon Pink Pills. I began to take the pills, at first With but little encouragement. The first isign of improvement was a warmth and a tingling sensation in my limbs. Finally the cough disappeared, my chest lost its; soreness and I began to gain flesh until I was fifteen pounds heavier." All this' I owe to Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and I cannot praise them too highly." Mrs. Bowen is A kindly-faced lady of middle age, a church member well-known and highly esteemed. She looks to-day wejl aud strong, and it seems almost im­ possible that she was ever given up by eminent physicians as an incurable con-; sumptive. Yet such js the case beyond all dispute. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills contain all the elements • necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are for sale by all druggists, or may be had by mail from Dr. Williams' Medicine Company, Schen­ ectady, N. Y.. for 50 cents per box, or six boxes for $2.50. DANCED WITH A KING. When Learning Is Dangerous. French is supposed to be an easy lan­ guage for English-speaking people learn. Certainly there is little difficulty in acquiring a superficial knowledge of it, just as there is little trouble in gain­ ing a superficial knowledge of any­ thing. But a little learning is danger­ ous, especially in French; for there is no living ̂ ongue-in which a man has so many openings for making a donkey of himself. A Tidy Cat. A cat in an Exchange street office has a unique way of disposing of any re­ mains of food given to her on paper. After she is done she patiently and carefully folds the paper, inclosing the scraps, and will occasionally take the further precaution to remove the pack age she has formed to some out-of-the way, corner or nook.--Portland Tran­ script; / 'I'"-'.ty* ' Mexican Onj \. Mexican onyx has suffered a gradual decline in value for many years past. It is generally becoming known that the Mexican onyx is uot true onyx, but a spocies of marble.. It is really an aragonite, and is composed <}f calcium, oxide of iron and magnesium. The presence of these last two elements gives it its beautiful color. It is said the use of African marble aud other cheap stones is replacing it. Mexican onyx is easily worked, and has been used not only for building purposes but for ornamental house­ hold articles, such as lamps, table tops, mantels, etc. It is used by the ancient Mexicans for masks, idols, and similar small objects. The price of all such articles has of late considerably de­ creased. Mexican onyx now selikjn the rough, at from six dollars to twenty dollars a cubic foot. Very large pieces bring more than this proportional price. Nell--Do you know, I was all alone in the conservatory for ten minutes with that fascinating Charlie Fuller- ton last evening, and I was so afraid. Belle--So afraid of what? Afraid lie was going to propose to you? Nell--No; afraid he wasn't--Sofiierville Journal. Science and Sorrow. That sorrow and grief exert a bad influence on the functions of the body has long been known, but the nature of this effect is now receiving careful attention from physiologists. Accord­ ing to Dr. Louise Fiske,. isorrow is a disease, and should lie treated as such. The internal organs of dogs which have died of homesickness or other forms of depression, show a deteriora­ tion similar to that caused by starva­ tion or infectious diseases. Dr. Louise Fiske considers that sorrow, as a dis­ ease, must run its course, and that all attempts to banish it^and cheer the pa­ tient up are futile. As a disease it must be treated in a special way, and she recommends quiet drives in the country, or gentle walks with Nature, in the woods or by the seashore. The patient should not. be tasked either in mind or body., The bright, sweet so­ ciety of children is preferable to that of adults, and the presence of the fa­ miliar newspaper or magazine may be a comfort where the most tender and sympathetic friend is troublesome. Mourning wear is, in her opinion, use­ ful for a time, a year at most, because it secures consideration for the suf­ ferer; but if continued too long, it be­ comes a burden aud a source of low spirits. Vulgar Child. V?|liat must be the training at home of alphild who is so vulgar as to boast of lief father's wealth? Yet the New York Tribune publishes the following as a true story of a Newport happening last summer: "Is your father a millionaire?" said a member of a child s dancing-class to $ new pupil. "'I am sure I don't know," answered the newcomer, "but I do not believe it." "Because," continued the first Speak­ er, "if he is not, you ought uot to have joined the class; all of our fathers are millionaires!" Jwo Little Americans at the Court of : Christian XI. " Virginia Yeaman Remnita, in St Nicholas, tells a true story of the ad­ ventures of two young Americans at the court of the King of Denmark. They were children of the American Minister, and had been invited to a children's party at the palace. Here ij? what followed: It was to Ellen a never-to-be-forgot­ ten night. The crowds of happy chil­ dren; the great room, brilliantly light­ ed; the strains of music; the presence of a real king and queeii--all combined to make the scene a fairy-land, where­ in events took place which made Ellen feel herself a sort of fairy queen. The King opened the ball with little Ellen. Hardly understanding the hon­ or, some sense of it nevertheless thrilled her childish heart She could not even, nee his face, so tall was he, but his strong arms bore her around and around, she knew not how, for Ellen danced with as little precision and method as the leaves on a tree, or the ripples in a lake. Yet all through her being she felt that she was dancing with the King. It seemed but fitting, after that dance, to find herself seated on the sofa between the King and Queen. With royal disregard to the claims of other small guests, and with royal indifference to the effect upon lit­ tle Ellen, they lifted her up between them. She looked pretty, natural, au^i unconscious, and was herself a little queen in all her ways! While Ellen sat there, too happy and pleased to feel proud, the other children danced *>"• With no thought of imitating their eld­ ers in manner or motion, the young dancers abandoned tlieiiiselvtfe1 w*di childish freedom and simplicity to the enjoyment of the hour. Those who never had been trained in the different steps adapted their movements to tho promptings of happy hearts and light feet, and were as contented as the oth­ ers. And little Ellen rested comforta­ bly between the King and Queen until she was ready to daiice again. The evening wore on, and Ellen was overcome with weariness and sleep. "Slipping away from the children, who now were whirling around in some dizzv game, she threw herself on a couch. Just as the scene grew misty1 to her eyes, and the dazzling events Of the evening began to weave them­ selves into the suggestion of a dream, she was aroused by some one asking, "Where did you get your pretty pink slippers, Ellen?" and ,she opened her eyes. Why was the King sitting beside her and talking to her when she was so sleepy? She had a confused idea that he ought to put on his crown, and sit on a throne. ""Please; Mr. King, don't hover me; I'm so sleepy;" and Ellen, turning her face upon royalty, slipped away to her pleasing dreams. "Little Ellen, little Ellen," said the King musingly, "It is not often that r hear the truth so plainly told; and it is refreshing to my ears." His Reward. Not very long ago the Duke of Nor­ folk, while walking through the streets of London, happened to see an old lady In evident distress. She wanted a cab and could not attract the cabman's at­ tention. His grace called a vehicle and saw her into it safely. To his surprise he found three coppers slipped into his hand, and the old lady said: "There you are, my man. Go and get yourself a glass of beer!" A man enjoys petting for a time, but after awhile lie hates it as he hates the devil. •s Get rhl of your chickens; chicken pie tastes better than the abuse of your neighbors. • • - -'-'.f The Orang-Outang, The nest of a orang-outang taken from a tree at Borneo has been placed in the Natural History Museum at Ber­ lin. The nest, which was situated about thirty feet from the ground, in the crutch of a tree forty-five feet high and about one foot iu diameter, meas­ ures four and one-half feet longhand one foot to two and one-lialf feet wide, by about seven inches high- It is made of branches locked and twined to­ gether* and is large enough for a fully- grown orang-outang to lie in it at full length. ,, *.,'