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To speak frankly, there is little room for pro- per selfâ€"respect or dignity. in. the conâ€" fession that one fell in love at first sight with a miserable looking crea- ture, discovered shivering beneath a portcochere on a black and stormy night; it may be evangelical, but it. hardly savers of pride for a man to share his existence vith a poor, homeless and abandoned wretch who begged for a night’s shelter and came from nobody knew where. But a man’s affections cannot alâ€" ways be set upon the high and mighty of this earth, nor can his esteem be given solely to those who have succeeded in obtaining a large share of its good things. Those at- t. chments which are. most talked of are'very often the least pleasant, and it must bt admitted that a lack of fortune is not necessarily a dispar- agement, and, for the most part, the. cruel tricks of fate take away noâ€" thing of personal merit. Besides, I was rewarded for my good deed, if it was one, so rare and unbounded an admiration and gratiâ€" tude that it deserves to be mentionâ€" ed. To begin at the beginning, then, I was on my way home from the club, where I had just. lost at play a sum large enough to destroy all thoughts of merrimcnt. On such occasions the world invariably becomes black and. gloomy, my fellow men appear greatâ€" er fools than they actually are, wo- men are but painted imitations of beauty and all cab drivers a. post to be ruthlessly treated. _ All my best sentiments are clouded over for the time, and in my wrath and despair I usually endeavor to make some one else as unhappy as I am myself. Accordingly, I remember upon this particular occasion two beggars had hastily and tremblingly withdrawn from my footsteps as I stalked tragically homeward. Suddenly, as I tu'rned a. poorly lighted corner, I heard a low whine at my side. I hanghtily turned my head the other way. Two steps fur- tiger came a second cry, from the other side this time. and more perâ€" sistent and insistent. “’i'ha devil fly away with. you!” I thought irritably. “I suppose I can't decently leave the poor beggar to (lie just because I have lost a few piles of gold pieces." I paused, feeling in my pockets for the few scattered coins that had sur- vived the evening’s shipwreck. The light from the flaring street lamp ilâ€" lumined a single spot in the darkâ€" ness, and instead of the beggar I had expected I sawâ€"a little, shiverâ€" ing, black dog, whose long curly ears fell nearly to the ground and \Vl’fti'se tail, wagging pitifully, bet 'ayâ€" edthe owner's misery better than any words. I was furious. To be sure. the dog is the friend of man in general, and I am the. friend of the (log in partiâ€" cular. but to be stopped on such a night, when I was nobody’s friend, either in grueral or particular, and just for a dog, was too much! I started to walk on, when I felt his tongue, varm and moist, lick my hand. loubtless he wished to thank me for having done so much as to pause and glare. at him for an in- stant. It was generous of me, truly! I stopped again. Ilis tail was wagging more and more earnestly, and his dark eyes lookedim.plo1'ingâ€"- ly into nn'nc. ")ome,” he was saying in his dog's lungxage, which I understand perfectly, “come, now, don’t be hard hearted! Look, I am freezing cold and starving to death! I haven't a master. nor the smallest. sign of a bone, nor anywhere to sleep. Take me home with you. I’ll follow you and obey you and love you, for I'm a very good sort of dog. Oh, I’m sure that now you’ve seen how miserable I am, you can’t go on and leave me to die. Honest, now, Can you?” He was right. I couldn’t. It didn’t take. very long for me to tell him so, either. I stooped and patted his curly head and the dog, understanding my language as woll as I hac' read his, jumped into my arms with his wet, cold feet, uttering short little. barks, which were all he had strength for. "Come along, old man,” I said; "you belong to me now.” He didn’t make me repeat it twice, but rubbed his muzzle against my leg and trotted beside me happily. “Aren’t you rather hungry?” I inâ€" quired presently, leoking at him. " lrucious, yes: abomin-ably so,” answered the lad, wagging furiously. "Come on, then, we‘ll go and have some supper," I suggested. ile accepted my proposition with alncrity, and we stopped at. a restau- rant, where g soup, full of all sorts of doggish delicacies, and put it down before my new friend. He was evidently satisfied, for he ate. with an appetite which I secretly envied him. While. he ate I examined him. ile- was of a good breed, certainly, for his limbs were well formed and shapely. Stolen from soniebody‘s kennel, I surmised. I procured an excellent. I decided that I would name him Nedjeh, which seemed to suit his dark beauty, and I informed him of his new cognomen. time to get used to it, but then, I couldn’t expect everything. The next morning, after a night spent on a comfortable pillow, Ned- jeh was as much at home in my f I l bachelor quarters as if he had been ~' linorn there. l-fe examined all the corners, searched the closets, watchâ€" ed my orderly polish my boots with every sign of approval and, lastly, turned his attention to me and my bed. lle regularly took possession of me and made himself completely at home. After his own‘ toilet had been made and the traces of his former misery removed, I presented him to the mess where, with perfect selfâ€"possession, he accepted the pettings and atten- tions of my fellow officers. I “He would make an excellent miliâ€" tary dog,” said the Colonel, always an eminently practical man. 1 "Very true,” said the Lieutenantâ€" lColonel, who invariably agreed, with 'his superior, as was proper. ' “Let me have him, Wilhelm,” said my chum, a Captain in my own regiâ€" ment. “I’ll teach him the tricks of the trade. l’le’d be a fine mascot." And, indeed, it was not long before the intelligent animal had learned his lesson well. .He could give the alarm, discover sentinels and spies and carry written messages, deliverâ€" iii-g them to the proper person. The Colonel was delighted with him,- and he soon became the pet of the regi- mcnt. ’l‘h'ere was one thing, however, that Nedjeh learned to hate very thorâ€" oughly, evon a painted picture, and that was) the French uniform. In order to inspire him with a lasting.r sentiment of this nature, my friend the, Captain, after fastening the dog in the stable, had dressed up as a French officer and then pretended to strike me. The experiment was a complete sucâ€" cess. so much so that we had to in- tcr‘rupt it for fear of an accident, for Nedjeh was straining at his rope and growling. After that he evince-d a great hatred for anything that re- Alas, it was this that brought about called the uniform. very sentiment his death. (inc day in July I was walking with my friends ‘911 the outskirts of the city, admiring the rich crops that would soon be harvested. Nedjeh was with me, on a leash. _ From time to time he looked at me with a bored yawn-ed widely, his white gleaming in his mouth. Seeing that I was bound to continue my walk, he followed at my heels with a reâ€" signed droop to his cars. We stopped where a, company of men were p ‘t ctising marksnminship and presently I felt a hard tug at the leash. Necljph, his eyes gleamâ€" ing, his hair bristling, was standing on his hind legs barking madly. In vain I tried to soothe h-im, patâ€" ting and calling him pet names; he only continued to bark, hoarsely and chokineg, as he strained at his colâ€" lar. At last he gave one long snap I at the leash, 'which broke. Nedjeh tumbled over in the dust but, re,â€" expression and covering himself, dashed off at a, wild run. “Here, here, Nedjeh; come back I commanded, but hisears were sealâ€" ed. At some distance in the field were the paint-ed models of a man, standâ€" ing, kneeling and lying down, which served as targets for the men to shoot at. One of these was painted in the hated uniform. With a furious growl, Nedjeh rushâ€" ed upon this latter, bitting it and tearing it to pieces. The astonished soldier laid down his gun, and the onlookers, delighted with the specâ€" tacle, applauded boisterously. “liravo for the dog? Down with the IE‘renchman! Go ahead,I~‘ido; eat him up!’: they cried. .10 I hastened to catch hold again of the leash, but by the time I did so all that remained of the unfortunate model was a scattered pile of woodâ€" en splinters, torn and bitten. chjeh had satisfied his hatred, and, pant- ing', he awaited my approach with a triumphant air. And although I was obliged to pay for the destroyed target, I could not find any excuse for scolding my dog, who had done nothing but what he ,had been taught to consider his duty. Now comes the sad epilogue of my story, which I here dedicate to all my readers who are fond of dogs. I should have wished to conclude in a less funereal strain, and portray Ned- jeh as continuing the course of his exploits in a real encounter with the enemy wherein he would be. covered |with glory. But, alas, the poor ani- .mal (lied, though not upon the field lof battle, yet none the less a vic- tim. lie was made to pay with his life a too complete obedience to the ilosrsons he had received. l lie. died during the night, poisoned by the, colors be and absorbed while 'devouring the pain-ted li‘renchman. ,All my care was: powerless to save .him, and even the veterinary was iobligezl to confess himself linf‘fiod. Poor little dog! We. lamented him. i} on may be sure. and we buried him fin a corner of the mess garden, in a '-quiet,slwilerrd spoil. and over his grave we put the inscription: N E'lhl [Cl l, The dog): of ihc llegimcnt. I .-. victim to his duty! ')) colors of the French ____._..,._.........n \‘Cotmn form nearly oneâ€"fifth of [12, studrnits at Swiss universities. teeth ' lVOYAGE TOEOTANY BAY It took him some EXPERIENCE IN AN AUSTRA- gang- LIAN CONVICT SHIP. uâ€"~ Hardened Criminals and Young Lads Were Chained Toâ€" gather. It was July 10, 1838, and the morning broke clear with a promise of sunshine as we rose at the unusâ€" ually early hour of three o’clock. 1t was the day of our sailing from I-lngâ€" land for Australiaâ€"16,000 miles over the seaâ€"and the day of parting from our dear ones. My father had been called upon in connnand of his regiâ€" ment to go with the convicts to Botany Bay. Although the idea was especially repugnant to him, as he was a widower, with the care of two daughters of sixteen ‘and eighteen and a widow (1 mother, he declined to do as many of the military did, beg to be excused, for he was rigid in his views that a soldier was bound to go without hesitation wherever called .upon, writes C. in New York EVening Post. I was at the age when the that is around is all from within, and the idea of a. Voyage of five months seemed delightful, in spite of the fact. Ilease. that nearly all of my fellowâ€"passenâ€" gers Would be buttoned ofl‘ from my View. Iâ€"‘loweVer, youth lives in anti- cipation, and little did I think when I rose that morning that it would be my last day on El‘iglish soilâ€" for I am hardly likely at my advanéhd age after sixty-seven years, to visit Eng- land. We boarded H.M.S. “Portsea” at Tilbury Fort, and it was sad to see the poor fellows file on board at Portsmouth from the prison hulks or convict ships, sinners though they were, chained to each other by big irons, two by two, and handcuffed. A MOTLEY CREW they seemed (with a few exceptions, of whom more hereafter). Sullen faces, hardened some of them, and such as you would expect, for to use my father’s words, the majority were the offspring of Newgateâ€"Engâ€" land’s Sing Sing. True there were those who had been sent out for minor offences, but only live in a, hundred. It was in this way that, side by side, there marched the poacher, embezzler, the trcbly conâ€" victed felon and the murderer, the bigamist and the lad who had stolen a watch. Think of it! four hundred llritishers marching in prison garb, with the sign of the broad arrowâ€" the brand of the convictâ€"sewn on the back and arms, most of leaving home and country foreVer. Transportation for life was the sen- tence of most of them. When all wore on board and had been taken in hand by their respecâ€" tive guards, the subordinate officers, my father returned to the saloon, and taking up a packet of letters, asked us to read them carefully and see if they contained anything sediâ€" tious in them. One of the first I opened demanded instant attention. It was written by the mother of a clerk of the Bank of England, found guilty of embemlement of sixty pounds, and sentenced to ten years’ penal servitude. The brokenâ€"hearted mother, who was eVen now waiting on the quay at the foot of the gang- way, implored of Captain â€"-â€", my father, to allow her just five minutes with her son. She urged that she would never see her boy again, as she had not many months to live. She promised not to speak, just to hold him to her heart onCe more Was all she asked. She would submit to be searched, anything but thought that she must never see him again! My father walked up and down in great perturbationâ€"he knew how strict the orders were 011 that subject, and how could he give perâ€" mission to one and not to another. And yet how could he refuse this piteous appeal. Suddenly he stopped walking, he had come to a decision. He would riSk a reprimand, as he considered the lad’s sentence a relic of BARBARIC SEVERITY. He gave orders for “No. 16” to be brought to,. him.A refined looking young man stood before him, with bowed head and ashy face. Then he was told that his mother would see him for a few moments on parting. The young man had a request to make. Ho implored my father to al- low him to put another pair of trousers eyer those he were, that his mother might be spared the sight of the leg irons, which would add so much to the horror of his situation. It would have taken too long to have had the irons remOVedâ€"for they were rivetted on. His mother was waiting now for permission to come on board. . ' A soldier walked ~frown the gang plank, and touching his cap, said. “The captain wishes to see you, nia- (lam.” A richly dressed and com~ paratively young woman racks {brain fever. lightlbrooded over his misfortune and re- the l as followed whose breast glittered (the Hé‘use of Detention Sydney) instead of sending him out to work on the roads in a. convict The poor fellow’s first letter in- formed him of his mother’s death, and at the expiration of his sentence he remained in the colony._ He he- longed to a good family, as none but influential people got their sons into the Bank of England at that timeâ€"- and we can quite understand that he would not care to join his family after A SUCH AN EXPERIENCE. “Transportation to Botany Bay” was the next thing to hanging in the British mind at that time. The herdâ€" ing with felonsâ€"the treatment they received from some of the military (who wore despots) were too well known, and I recall no instance where a returned convict settled on British soil. Indeed, of the hundreds who were “sent out’? one hears lit- tle; they seem to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Our voyage was long and tedious, and the first break was caused by the death of a tailor, who died of Poor fellow, he had fused food from the time he left Portsmouth. llis ravings were hidâ€" eous, and his death was a happy re- Ile had been convicted of the paltry offence of stealing a small sum of money from his aunt, a misâ€" gerly old woman, whose only visitor 'he was. He always maintained his innocence to the last, cials on board really thought that as he differed so much from the others (who owned to their offences, and who bore their lot with tolerable equanimity) that he was innocent. Up to the time of his arrest he had always been a devoted husband and father, and an exemplary man. His burial at sea was a pathetic inci- dent. No mourners, the quartermasâ€" ter and captain standing while the body, wrapped in into the sea. The health of that iceased, and no and the offh‘ large consign- CDCOS .’l “t. .a' M i ._.n in Câ€"’s wife had appeared; she had been "in retreat” in a convent, and on coming out had heard at her husband’s brilliant achievements and of his marriage. His arreflS followed and he was relentlessly prosecuted by. his second wife’s brother. His fulh'lm to verify his wife’s supposed death went against him at his trial, and he was convicted. His brother officers never could uns derstand how so honorable a man could make such a mistake, and they always believed him innocent, but; British law was obdurate, although great influence was brought to bear that he might be spared transporta- tion. His second wife stood by him .and believed in him, and continued to write the most impaSsioned love letters (which my father, in his oilio cial capacity, was obliged to read) for three years, when they suddenly answer was received to repeated letters from Captain (3â€", who imagined that either she had died, or, in a weak moment, had lis- tened to the persuasions of her brother and entered a convent. Ten years later, Captain Câ€"â€""s picture was in the London “Illustrated News” as the inventor of a gun, which was as well known then as tho Maxim is toâ€"day. -+ A NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN. Climbers’ Experience in a Terrible Thunderstorm. It is not the expected dangers which are the greatest menace to A1» fpine climbers. Mr. W. C. Slifigsby ltells in the Alpine Journal of a. party of three who set out to scale the Dent Blanche with every reason- able expectation of a quick return. They were well equipped, were all exâ€" perienced climbers in firstâ€"rate con- (lition, and the weather was above reproach. Yet an unforeseen peril canvas was Sud 'ove'rtook them, and not one of them would willingly repeat the experiâ€" of that night. Says Mr. ment of human beings was a matter Slingsbyi of great responsibility to the ship We climbed up without an advenâ€" surgcon, Dr. 13011, for having no veg- turc, and about four o’clock in the ctables, an epidemic of scurvy broke afternoon we started to come down. out, which the physician sought avert by liberal doses of lime water administered to unwilling partakers. On one. occasion the surgeon reportâ€" ed a case of insubordination. Cap- tain Dâ€"â€",v one of the prisoners, had refused to touch the lime water, as it had been mixed in the bathtub, the only available vessel of sufficiently gigantic proportions. Insubordina- tion was punished for fortyâ€"eight hours in the guard room, but my I ‘ _ 1’m’m‘father passed the matter over, With the exclamation, “l’oor devil! I don’t wonder.” A STORM. 'AROSE when we were off the coast of Tasâ€" mania, and the 'men besought of their keepers to set them free, as they were chained to their bunks by the lee. Above the roaring of the wind we could hear the shouts of the men. “Let us free; We shall drown like rats!” “I only stole a watch,” cried one. Thus their delinâ€" quencies were published all night for the benefit of those on board, until dawn, when the storm abated. Milâ€" itary discipline was inexorable, and had the ship gone down that night they would have gone down, too, in their bunks, for the danger of unâ€" loosing such a mob was too great. A fortnight later, when the ship drop- ped anchor in Port Jackson, the first sight that greeted us was fourteen men hanging by the neck from ternâ€" porary scaffolds. They had been hanged that morning outside the jail, was the custom in England in those days. Justice was speedy. These men were highwaymen; it was the custom to awe the spectators and to hang several of them together in public. On now, with its beautiful city and gay- ly dressed and happy crowds, it is difficult to think that Such scenes were enacted there less than Seventy years ago, and to know the workâ€" ings of the imperial mind which could make “a dumping ground” of so fair 3 spot. One of the most remarkable prisâ€" oners on board our ship was Cap- tain Câ€"â€"-â€"â€"-. He had been convicted of bigamy and sentenced to transporta- tion and five years’ penal servitude. The circumstances of his case were as follows: In his youth he had made an unhappy alliance, and before he departed for India, whither he was ordered on active service, he had a legal separation made out. Remainâ€" ing in. India eleven years, he just reâ€", turned in time to be sent to Spain, where he distinguished himself in ac- tion, losing an arm, and winning the much coveted Victoria Cross (for special bravery) among other decor- ations. He was the “lion” of the hour, and pceresses vied with one another in adding lustre to their enâ€" Itertainments by the presence of THE HANDSOME SOLDIER with medals him into the saloon, where my father pinned on by his sovereign. met her. Her son was standing in expectation. lle rushed to his moth- time was "Among the ladies he met at this an heiress of distinction, er’s outstretched arms, and during young, beautiful, and with suitors all the whole of the interview, which round, whom she disdained because lasted five minutes, not a word was shc- had fallen in love with the gal- spoken, only the broan sobs of the 1am; captain. While in India, several unhappy pair were heard. was obliged to remain with them, and seeing that it was only pro- longng grief, he gently touched her shoulder and drew her awayâ€"the serâ€" geant leading the young man back to his chin. My father assisted the stricken mother to the gangwoy, and choking with emotion, wrung her hand saying, “May lod keep me and mine from such sorrow as yours. I will remember you.” On arriving in Australia be appointed the young ma: “sentry” at llyde Park Barâ€" .out of the, fold. My father years before, Captain 0â€" had heard of his wife’s death, and it seems ex- traordinary that he did not verify the news before entertaining any idea of a second marriage. He did lnot do so, however, and he married l the heiress in spite of the opposition of her family, who, being ltoman Catholics, objected to her marrying He was a I’rotes- ant. They were married a year, and life went merrily with them. when a whisper came which startled military and aristocratic circles. Captain ___.â€"â€".._.__.4__â€"__.â€". landing in, Sydney 3 to The Weather was perfect, and We. had no thought of mishap. We had been descending for about one hour when a flash of lightning called our atten- tion to a black cloud, which adâ€" vanced toward us and caused us to hasten our movements. Suddenly, without warning, the cloud fell upon us, dense and dark. The axes in our hands gave out faint steady flames; so did our gloves, and our hair stood out straight. A. handkerchief which Selby had tied over his head looked like a tiara of light. The sight was uncanny, but interesting. The sparks and flames emitted no heat and no hissing, but I felt an unpleasant vibration about my spectacles. One hundred and fifty feet of climbâ€" ous part of our journey, and i1; Spite of the darkness we pressed on to reach safety before nightfall. We were all seated on a steep incline of ledge, clearing away the ice, when all at once the mountainside appear- ed to break out in a blaze, followed by a muzzled mufllled pearl of thunâ€" der, which seemed to come out of the. interior of the mountain. If a. great crevice had opened and fire burst forfh We should not have been more surprised. Solby and Smith cried out, “My axe. is struck!” and each let. his axe go into the chasm in front of us. We were blinded by the terribly inâ€" tense light. Smith had a broad band burned halfâ€"way round his neck, but aside from that We were. not Ihurl. There was nothing to do but ito wait until the storm should pass. The spectacle was so grand that we even took a grim enjoyment in it. llut when it had passed night had fallen. and we were prisoners until morning. We lashed ourselves to the rockS, braced our feet on the small projec- tions of the steep incline and tried to make the best of it. It snowed and 'hailed and blew. We (lid not dare to sleep, but kept our hands and feet fmoving all night'- lcng. Smith was lso dazed by the electric shock that) llie kept calling us by wrong names. I At the earliest dawn we made a. breakfast of frozen oranges and sar- dines. Then we tried to start, but we Were so benumbed that we wer .forced to wait for the sun to giv‘ some heat. When it finally did blaze upon us and our stiffness had disap- peared, we rescued our axes and lstarted for Zerinatt, which We reach- [ed at nightfall. A rescuing party had just been organized to go to our relief. ____+ l EVERY MAN TO HIS TASTE. In the garden of a great man six persons Were sitting, a scientific man a merchant, a poet, a young man, very much in loveâ€"a lawyer and a lady. The wind was blowing rather hard and six apples fell down. Each took one. The scientific man took his apple and discovered a. new law of nature. The merchant sold his. The poet ate his. The young man who was very much in love gave his to his sweetheart. The lawyer went to law against the owner of the tree on account of being hit by the fal- len apple. But the lady took her apple to the owner of the tree, gain- ch his affections, and he was rich ishe had lots of money all the, rust [Of her life.â€"â€"-l"rom Fables of Engage lfeltai. _.___¢._._..... France leads the countries of alilu'ropc in theatres, having 3.34.7 l h 1 ing would take us over the dangerâ€"i: i