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crown fluttered who Ills benefit, tad Ms' KLEIXOR. 4? H«; f- - i f : " i &•%$ i > i tt«. jpl-ft* fc: • • »•' Vt P2A.R0F. BULlTp Vv Yea can m* her, it you •*' * Behind that door. ?•> • ••':• Tl» a place, I know full well, 8he'i been before. for the sofa. small nnd noaL JVith a cushion f&r ber fe<ai£ «™HtaM» a verv eh attains seflFV For Eleanor. ^ t hare «at with her ofttimeS Behiu 1 the door, For my lovft I told ber them In days of yore. ' Asd her eyes were blaok atM, '#s: aha murmtited, "d&rBng,* " But she la an arch coquet, Tbl« Eleanor. iJsrtL '•^Marper't. Jma. would better leave her there «v ,:t Behind the door, XUe your heart she'll surely make Extremely tore . , So now let u« drink our wise, > '* While some other doth recMM - J Undergoing feelings fine , , V For Eleanor. '< *>7 HOW HEWON HEfci BY HELKNA MORRISON GATES. i *That girl!" . "Yes," said merry Ralph Henderson, sn­ iftering the prolonged stare of wondering and incredulous interrogation that Leslie Hnrdock turned upou him, " 'pity tis, tis ttue, that Wilna Barrington, out Herods Herod, in her avowed enmity to our down­ trodden sex, nnd, after protracted study of her moods and tenses, I begin to believe her honest in it, for she refuses, daily, offers Of heart, hand, and fortune, without n second glance at the possessor. Totally impervious to the grand passion, she pur- •ues the even tenor of her way, a hardened conqueror." „ "I nlike GBBWT," continued this satirical young man,, "she weeps not for new worlds to subjugate; they fall in her way without a tear ou lier part; 6he's grown an old hand •t the business." "Does not look so ancient?" ill reply fo the enger protest of his friend. •Well--no--but 6he's far from being the infant she appears." "Look Les, closer old fellow, and vouch- safe the ungallant information, how old is die?" Leslie Murdoch's obedient, courteous, bat undeniably eager nnd searching look fell upon the little, ronn^K&gore of a woman, petite to childishness, robed in cream lace and satin. From it's shimmer­ ing folds peeped a slippered foot, arched and dainty, the perfect pearl-white arms and dimpled hands bore no ornament, they were beautiful as those of a chiseled •tstae. A cluster of dewy-hearted roses adorned her corsage, fluttering with her lightest breath. But his eyes were riveted on her matchless face, p&llied, coldly- white as the face of the sleeping dead, and lighted with velvet-dark eyes, purple as pansies in their scornful glow. So grave were they, so unsmiling that his heart ached as he watched her. The Scarlet lips ripe and vivid as a southern flower, held a curve of mockery and hardness that contra­ dicted the youthful face, framed in rip­ pling waves of bronze-gold hair, caught in • careless Greek fnshion at the back of her shapely head with a pearl arrow. How she stood eat from the heavily.freighted woman about her, all coiffure and millin­ ery. "She?" Leslie Murdock caught his breath, his heart on his lips as he turned to kis friend. "O, eighteen or twenty." "Past thirty my boy," chatted Balph. "Well done! Is it not? Don't •porn my confidence," noting 'the quick gesture Murdock made as i sbongh the words were sacrilege. "What care I how fair she be, etc. You know she hates every scion of our noble race with desperate and puzzling fierce- "She never smiles," pursued Leslie's informant, in the easy aside of the gossip -who knows everything and more too. "Nothing even provokes a gleam of sun­ shine in her otherwise perfect face. No one knows her story, though this is her birthplace; but it is generally decided that some one, years ago, broke her heart or took it and left her minus that vital organ." "Vile wretch! Cnrse him!" These passionately indignant words were barely audible, but they reached Balph, who looked his astonishment, so greatly courteous was Leslie at all times, so equable of mind and so profundly calm, that few, save over-defc injustice ejef saw his equaminity distorted. 'His Wild eyes would blaze over the oppression of the weak, and they wore something of this ex­ pression as Balph said quizzically: "So soon! Adamantine-hearted friend of Mat. Your agonies will avail npt, essen­ tially feminine it is, therefore as cruel as «f yon." *'•' "Nonsense." • • - - v . : ' Smiling, easy, and self-possessed, Leslie gased jndalgpatly upon his merry friend, " fllAUy. smiled where sighs and smiles did neatest execution. She was charming in her sin­ cere and straightforward manner of ex­ pressing pure, frank thoughts with honest lips. Yet he noted with sorrowful wonder that no smile ever softened the unvarying gravity of her fnce, or curved the decisive lips, even during brilliant repartee and glancing wit. Her keen, beautiful eyes met his steadily without a single passing emotion to soften or change them for an instant; so persistently they questioned him, they almost disconcerted him, as if reading his very soul she gave nothing in return. Her conversation was brilliant; she was deeply read; she excited intense interest as she talked, but her slow velvety voice held an undertone of mocking Badness, while her breadth of intellect amazed and delighted him; but she Beemed, after all, to talk as if she were society's queen, in obedience to its fiat, not as if it were any­ thing to her. Leslie Murdock went home like one in a trance, so pleased, so bewildered and sad­ dened, so fascinated and thoughtful at one and the snme time. As be had said, be was not susceptible to women, but here was a veritable siren, an Undine. His pursuits, his experience, his life, and his high ideals had tended to make him truly great. His mammoth body held a giant soul and a sleeping heart. Sophis­ try nnd flattery had fallen unheeded upon him, and the tide of public favor and ad­ miration that had flowed across his path, for he was a successful scientist and author, had left him unspoiled. In early manhood he had buried both father and mother, the latter little less than an angel to him, and five yearn later his pet sister had faded slowly away befose his eyes, a victim to that fell destroyer, consumption. It well- nigh broke his heart, and all women were tenderly reverenced for the sake of these dear oues loved so welL His heart over­ flowed with the rich mine of sympathy and human kindness, and day by day, as time slipped away, this girlish woman entered deeper into his interest. "I will be her friend," he resolved, "if she will let me," for nothing in her icy demeanor indicated that she needed a friend. Swiftly the summer hours glided by, crowned with the dew of friendly associa­ tion nnd congenial fellowship. Leslie Murdock lived in a dream of hope and hap­ piness, even while no tinge of warmth or change ever crept into Miss Barrington's manner. They talked, read, sang together; she seemed in her cold, qniet way to pre­ fer his society, and as he knew her better, and found her worthy of his highest rever­ ence, his purest respect, all minor consid­ erations were swept aside, she filled the void in his life and he placed her a veri­ table queen upon the throne of his great idolatry. Yes, he at last acknowledged it to his own heart, he worshiped her as only a brave, strong, manly soul to whom petty selfishness and narrow conceptions are un­ known, can worship, and creeping insidi­ ously into every fiber of hiS being, pulsing a resistless torrent the desire to Win her for his own "grew with his growth, and strengthened with his strength." How he longed to cherish and protect her, to teach her that love was a sweet certainty, and honor no vanished dream of chivalric days. Yet while his pleading heart clamored tumnltuously, every tense nerve of his giant self-control drew him back under the still coldness thatenveloped her invulnerable as an armor of ice, the word he sought to say was mattered. He was reading-- "Bo while I live I walk upon the verge Of an impassable and changeless sea, Which.inore than death,divides mo, love, from • thee, To see my whole life standing bleak and bare." The look of mortal agony her white face wore, as his quick glance sought it, was more than he could bear. He sprang to his feet, his book fell unheeded. "Miss Wilt**, don't look so. . Dealing, forgive me. Will yon never hsfte Mankind less than now?" "Ne. Mr. Mqrdock." The words fell like ice upon his fervent question; her composure was regained, her violet eyes met his calmly, infinite scorn in them. "Will nothing, nothing," he questioned, passionately, "convince yon that troth, that honor and manhood exist, that love is no demon to mock and torture, that many men, gnat God, that 1 would die for you?" "No, Mr. Murdock," she repeated, mechanically. "Shall we go on?" He looked at her, deep into her fathom- less ejes, the hard reply died on his lips, a "Bfcalm,--Bicbard is himself. Is this oxpetimsnial knowledge, old boy?" Then, swtssnrrs 5UJPt quick flush that crossed his com- pwfldB'si forehead at Ms Words SO thoughtlessly spoken, "my whol# being revolts at the light estimate upon our most sacred possession--mamm--by the msaooline world at large; frivolous ones who cheapen the heritage of all, to the oontrary notwithstanding. I worship pure womanhood as a brother might, for you know I'm not susceptible, Balph," smiling; "but I despise the jest and scoff, the sneer of ready lips at the human weakness that only removes her one degree from angel­ hood. Society! Bah! Truly 'fools rash to when angels fear to tread.'" "Good Priace Greatheart," smiled Balph, half eaneftg wholly affectiotMcte, for he worshiped «§i friend. Wfig- kli like vou the puref filings need hot prove as 'the baseless fabric of a dream' in this age of Itollow profession and unworthv possession, bat we can't have everything to please us in this vale of teirv. As a reW&rd of merit shall I present yon to the fair one with golden locks?" "If--with her approval," said Leslie Murdeek, with more interest than he was wont to exhibit. He was world weary and reserved, this quiet man, with a wealth of soul nobility and a breadth of mind and heart that kept him from cynicism. Forty- "flVe years of life had made him grave and .Solent, but none could accuse him of stem- Bess; he was too gentle of nature, and sor­ row had laid a heavy hand upon him, writing lines abouthis spft, dark eyes and threading his curling jetty locks with •ilver. * * An hour later he was bowing before her, H cleam of hall-vexed amusement rippling bis calganees at Ralph's word®, "The hoDor is miiie, Miss Harrington, of presenting to you my best friend, Leslie Murdock, the oest fellow this wide republic contains." "Characteristic," Miss Bnrrioctou," he Smiled. "Such lavish jjraise should at least itsslire me a welcome at yopr hands," ind as she tnrned her wonderful eyes upon them both and questioned lightly: "Is Mr. Sendenton playing Damon this, evening to joor Pytbjas?" he noticed with pain the fUi*bsnging gravity of her face. , . With the graciouB unconsciousness and • jperfcct courtesy of which she was mistress " «lte returned Biilpli's bow,, and gave Leslie • Seat.beside her; not ta sign did she give * that sKe was the cynosure of admiring and •nvions eves, that the lion of the evening Was deferentially seeking to engage her at- " for <he moment. Her clear eves as'sljfe - replied to his que«- ,*birt her composure never varied. . % the other hanrl, frank and unspoiled, her i^eompanion, up to the moment he ' claimed her for the waltz she had given liim, entered into conversation with a sense •f relief. She was so natural, BO free jEro<n every sign of consciousness, it was -- mu ** molttdn, for which he did not blush, gathered in his own tender, honest eyes, his veiee took the tone of pleading intensity that had won him many a point in the old law days. "O, Miss Barrington," he said, gently, "mv little friend, do not so wrong your splendid womanhood. I am willing to struggle against my own folly. Worship­ ing you as I never expected to mortal woman. As well ask a star to shine on my bosom, but I cofli swear your heart was once warm and tejodiu., to mate with yo«s incomparable wotqanhnesc, your noble inteQecS, your purity and goodness*. I knotr it was, and I do not ask what turned a pulsating, love- creating,beautiful woman to adamant, stole her sonl. I don't seek to penetrate it. See, even I, a man, I idolize you with too holy and pure a passion to peer into your secrets, but I beg, I implore, don't hate us so. Let me be your friend, give me that place in your life." Wilna put up her hand faintly to ward-off the tempest of adoring words as if they were a blow; for the first time in her life a flush crossed her face, bat she shook her hea4| Qe stood still an instant in mute wonder, then, cut to the heart, turned and leit her. Foti two or three days he avoided her, but the longing to see her was ever with him, the gloom nnd shadow of her face haunted him; try as he would he could not hate her. "Fire! Fire!" the clang of bells, the tramp of feet, roused Leslie Murdock from the troubled sleep into which he had fallen. Dizzy and confused he groped his way through blinding smoke to find the "Island Home" " in flames. Stifled, he fought his way furiously through the wide halls, battling half deliriously for the life be loved, unconscious of the brnve workers on every hand who struggled to save the terror-strickened pleasure-seekers and this gem of the seaside, from the angry jaws of the demon. He only knew that at last, faint and Weary, he held the death-like form of Wilna Barrington to bis heart, her gar­ ments burned and darkened. One fair hand aud arm hung useless from her torn sleeve, from which he had crushed the fire, as protecting her lovely face and head at all hazards he fought his way. A broad line of scarlet lay pitifully across its mar- to* tot I me v«r estimated u ligMiy; now ! afegplMr to ac- cept it, if--if when I tell yo« how lbecame soulltss," a faint, bitter expression curving her lips, "you still wish to beStow it.* "It is deathless as my love," said Leslie, "tell me why--how." "I will trust you,* said Wilna, the stem pallor of her face growing deeper, "with what no mortal, save dear Unole Bslph Baprington knows. I don't know why. I ao it, except,the* you have proved jthat troth and honor are not wholly dreams of tba past." "Did you think I was ever married?" with a keen look at her companion. "Was," she went on scornfully, as Leslie turned white to the lips. "Thank heaven! I am not now. When I was fifteen I ran sway from boarding-school with Leon Pontaiae, a handsome foreigner. We went to Paris and lived. No matter all he did, bat he drank, gambled, tortured DM, struck me often. Yes-don't let it distnss you,1* as her friend rose to his feet and clutched hiti strong right hand. It's all past, you know. He broke my heart for I did have a he&rt then, starved me; and my little child, my innocent baby girl, perished of cold and hanger in my arms and was buried in the Potter's field." Two tears dropped from eyes that burned like a fierce White flame, then she was ice- cold again. "I could not bury her, "she cried, huskily, and with his whole soul in his voice, Leslie Murdock cried: " Your confidence is sacred* Let me help you forget." < His arms were open, his tender worship­ ing eyes wooed her, but she answered him: "No. Leon died five years after I mar­ ried him, by his own hand, in a den of wickedness, infamous in itself, a shame to his manhood, an insult to me. I must have died there all r.lone but Uncle Balph found me, pitied me, loved me. I have never felt I owned a heart since then, and it is now ten yean. I hated men. It was a savage instinct unworthy a woman, bat it was mine. I have loved to distress, and distrusted them, but now--" ; "Now," the voice Was very winning and sweet, "my own love, my wounded, white- souled darling, come, find refuge on my heart. Let me atone for every heart-ache. Heaven helping me you shall never regret it. I will be so tender, so good too you. With infinite sadness she shook her head. "I can be no man's wife," she said, solemnly. "I do not doubt you now, believe me. I honor you above all other men. I owe you my* life, I will be your friend if you wish; never more. He reasoned, pleaded, implored, in vain; she was sweetly winning, her eyes held a- new, soft gentleness, but she was inflexible as a rock. He kissed her hand as he held it in fare-; well, saying reverently: "God lJless you for your confidence.' Dear little friend, if I can ever serve you, I shall be ready when you call me," and wi'h her last memory of him pale, weary, with his arm, broken in her service, in a sling, he was gone. Two years had slipped away. "Island Home" was again thronged With guests; risen Phoenix like from its ashes, it was more beautiful than ever, the gayety of the season was at its height, and Wilna Barrington moved among her. old as­ sociates, as bright a star in the social firma­ ment. as ever. A gentle warmth that en­ deared her to all hearts replaced her former iciness of manner. She seemed to have learned the lesson of faith in humanity, without which a life is barren and miser- • able, but her answer to all suitors was the : same. "I shall never marry." Yet as she climed Promontory Bock to watch the incoming waves and the golden flame of Bunset that night, every nook in the beautiful summer resort brought a rush of memories of the happiest time in her life, and with an increasing sense of loss her longing to look upon the fade of her one soul friend and companion grew to a heart-sick pain that caused her to tehrink back, crashed with shame and fear. "I must go home," she said, at last, her white, still face unutterably sad. "It is growing dark," but even as she rose to her feet her cheek blanched to the hue of death, her fatal abstraction, how could she have been so careless she asked herself. The waves had risen till every avenue of escape was cut off. In a few hours, the creeping, cruel sea would sweep her from her frail foothold oat into the world of waters. "Oh, it was hard! Life was sweet after all, hard as she had found it. Darkness settled like a pall about her, the mist of approach­ ing rain fell upon ber, dreary death stared her in the face. The thought of the tender love she had slighted was ever with her, sad the cold, merciless water came steadily on, and the dashing, sea- spray drenched her slight, quaking form. Once she cried aloud, but only the moan of the waves answered her. At last she crouched against the icy rocks and waited, despairing. "I love you," she cried; "In Heaven yon will know." "Hark! A shout, a distant gleam of lights through the mist and dhrknass. Nearer came the little bark, over the toss­ ing water, to the perilous rocks. Once she heard her name, as she drifted into «n- consciousness, then she found herself in the rocking boat, folded to the heart of Leslie Murdock. "My own," he was saying, ss he sheltered her shivering form, "I was coming back to you, I could not itay away, and O, to find you thus." His voice broke, the wet, clinging arms about his neck unmanned him. "Once by fire, once by flood!" he cried. O, my love, my love, you are mine?" • "Forever!" Her trustful whisper was in his ear; her passionate, confiding touch never faltered in the darkness, and as Leslie Mnrdock kissed in speechless rapture the coveted lips that so fondly met his own, he felt that the joys of a life were orowded into that brief instants There with the toiling fisherman bring­ ing them to land; amid inky blackness of storm and night, the silver tangle of angry lightning and the ominous rumble of thun­ der, borne over murky waves close to the heart so long her own Wilna Fontaine Barrington felt the bitter memories of years drift away, and the morning of peace dawned for her, after the long night of sor­ row and pain. The Deadly Crocodile. . "The most dangerous savage foes, we have to fear," said Stanley, the ex­ plorer, "are the crocodile, the hippopo­ tamus and the buffalo. We lost live men during my last visit to the Congo from these animals; three were killed .. , „ . by crocodiles, one by a hippopotamus, There ^.Urp, numbers of the hippopotami along the Congo and its tributaries, and thousands upon thousands of crocodiles. The touched her. He had broken an arm, his hands and face wefe bnrnetl, but he kissed hungeringly ber silent lips, forgetful of; his pain, nnd releiisedher, feeling sick and weak, and knew that "Islitnd House" was a smoking ruin, and that {(ray-haired Balph Barrington bent over him with tea^s.ia his eyes and called him a hero. Morning brought the daylight, which blossomed across the sky as peacefully as it had ever done, flushed the danciug blue ocean beyond, nnd looked wonderingly down on the charred and blackened heap. "You asked for me?" Leslie Murdock halted on the threshold of the little vine- grown cottage, whose white sanded floor j glistened coolly, while the housewife's simple song reached them from within. Wilna sat in a low wooden rocker in the porch, white to the lips, her bandaged arm in her lap. "I want to thnnk you," she Baid, simply. "You have been so good to me, my life is not worth much, but it was just as kind of you." "Don't," said Mr. Murdock seating him- self beside her, nnd failing to notice that her coldness seemed wholly gone. "My friendship you would not have, don't humble me with the boon of gratitude. I saved you because I could not held it." "Now, you are unjuBt," she said, gently, her solemn eyes meeting hi«- "X latter are by far the most insidious foe we have, because" they are so silent and so swift. You aee a man bathing in the river, " said Mr. Stanley f with one of liis vivid graphic touches: "ho is stand­ ing near the shore, laughing at you perhaps, laugh :ng| in the ,keen enjoy­ ment of his Itath; suddenly he falls over and you see him no more. A crocodile has approached unsoen, has struck him ft Mow with his'toil that knocks him over and lie is instantly seized and carried off. Or, it may be that the man is swimming; he is totally unconscious of danger; there is nothing to stir a tremor of apprehension; but there, in deep water, under the shadow of that rock, or hidden beneath the shelter of the trees yonder is a huge crocodile. It has spotted the swimmer, and is watching its opportunity. The swimmer approaches, he is seized by the leg and dragged under and he knows no more! A bubble or two indicates the place where he has gone down, and tinted fiSnjWC' 6ron^ht'^» Ju»- tine--The Stovy of th« Fi^ht, ! Loafe X Jennings, who waw the editor of the New York Times when thttt jouftuft broke the shell of the Tweed raw, is now living in England and a mettiber of Parliament. Recently he told the story of his tight with the Tweed ring to an interviewer folr the London World. "Before I had been at work very long in New York," says Mr. Jennings, "it struck me as a curious thing that none of the city accounts were ever pub­ lished. There was a law requiring them to be issued quarterly and an­ nually, but not a sign of them conld I find anywhere. The taxation of the city amounted to over $20,000,000 a year, and in the course of a few* years a debt had been run up of over $100,000,- 000. There never was a city so badly lighted and paved. -All the duties of sity government were neglected. What, (hen, became of all the money ? I set myself to work to find out. The city government was entirely in the hands of 'Boss' Tweed and his merry men. They had yachts and fine carriuges and fast trotters, and wore diamonds in their shirt-fronts almost as large as saucers. A few yaars previously most of them had been unknown and penni­ less men. The police, the sheriffs, the whole control of the city was in their hands. One day I managed to find out that a sum of $600,000 had been charged for carpets in a building known as the court-house. I went over the court­ house and had a look round. There were no carpets there--only a little matting which might have been bought for $100. Little by little I got at the secrets of the city account books. But I had nothing which could be produced in the shape of legal proof. The bold course was the only one to take. I astonished the city one morning by coming out with an article entitled Two Thieves.' I denounced Tweed and his confederates as public robbers. They abused me to thefr hearts'con­ tent in their newspapers; every crime I had ever heard of was laid at my door. I was arrested two or three times a day as the fight grew brisk; but the Magistrate, albeit in the 'ring,' never ^refused, bail; and there were gentlemen of the city who stood ready day and night to give bail forme to the extent of $5,000,000, had so much been wanted. I was 'waited for' as I went at 2 or 3 in the morning, but somehow my kind friends always missed me. All kinds of inducements were offered me to 'shut up' and go away. One night a man came suddenly into my room at the office, shut the door quickly, and announced that he intended to 'cut the heart out' of me. As you see, I am here--therefore, it stands to reason that he did not do it. It is needless for me to dwell on little incidents of that kind. There was a well-known man who once held an official position in the Tammany organization, but had been unfairly pushed out of it. He had a friend in the Controller's office, where all the city books were kept. One night he oame into my room, took his hat off, and remarked that it was very hot. 'Very,' I said. 'You have had a hard fight,' said he encouragingly. 'Have still, I think,' replied I, as I got up to look out of the window. The trnth • was that' I felt unusually dis­ couraged that night; there seemed no end to the long road I Was on. »*1 said yon have had it,' Baid my acquaintance, quietly pulling out a "roll of papers from his pocket. 'Here are the proofs,' he Went on, 'of all the charges you have made--exact transcripts from the Controller's books. The money Btolen is over $20,000,000. Don't let the boys know yoH have got these papers; they would murder you in a twinkling if they as much as suspected it.' I held out my hand for the inestimable roll, ran off home with it, and sat up all night disentangling the figures and puzzling out the whole story. The proof was ample, but it took me some days to bring it into a shape which would make its due impression on the public mind. The figures had been copied surreptitiously at different times, aod were all in chaos. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were charged to various persons who, I soon found, had no existence. A . plasterer had been paid something like $1,800,000 for plastering one bnilding. Furnishing that building had cOst $7,500,000, al­ though there were only a few stools and desks in the place. I need not tell you the details; suffice it to say that we got the corrupt Judges impeached and removed from the bench; the Boss' and his accomplices became fugitives, the entire ring wfta shattered to fragments." . < • A Sortie During the Slfege of Paris, 'Paris, Thursday, 5 p. m., January 19, 1871, 128d day of the bombardment. This is the day of the great sortie. At this hour nothing is known of results, bnt it has undoubtedly been the bloodi­ est yet seen about the walls of Paris. The great fighting seems to be between St. Cloud and Versailles, or rather to the north of St Cloud. It is said, how* ever, that other parts of the Prussian lines have been attacked also, but I hardly believe it; but the attack has been terrific on St. Cloud. At half past two p. m. Col. Hoffman and my­ self went to the Chateau de la Muette, in Passy, which is the headquarters of Admiral de Langlc. This is a historic chateau once owned by the Duke of Orleans, Pliilip Egalite, and where he field high carnival. Nature made it a magnificent spot, elevated and beauti (ul, and it was adorned by everything that money and taste could supply. It is now owned by Madame Erard, the widow of the celebrated .piano manu­ facturer. From the cupola of this cha­ teau is ihe most magnificent view on that side of Paris, and it was there that we went to look through the great tele­ scope into the Prussian lines. We found there M. Jules Favre, Ernest Picard, Minister of Finance; M- Durey, the Minister of Public Instruction under the Empire; Henri Martin, the French historian, and others. We first look' ^t Mount Yalerien, that noted and re­ nowned fortress, standing in its majes­ tic grandeur, overlooking and com­ manding this ill-fated city, and ^voiding in ewe-its proud enfemy for miles fcitound We then look at the Aqucdqct, where we see the Prussian Staff as plainly as we could see a group of men at a house of a neighbor from our own balcony. Then we turn to St. Cloud and see the ruins of that renowned palace, for cen ttorles the pride of France. Now we look right in the eyes of those terrible Prussian batteries, which for two weeks have been vomiting fire and flame, death and destruction, upou de voted Paris. • "But strange to say, they are com paratively silent, only now and then a discharge from each battery. They have apparently other business to at tend to' beside ̂firing into the streets of this somber capital. Five hundred th6uMtfdiuen are straggling to break through that circle of lire and iron v-~ fwhiob hm bOA (liett for long month*. The 1ay of the country is such that we cannot see the theater*7 of the conflict which has been raging all day. The low muttering of the dis­ tant cannon and the tiring of the smoke indicate, however, wherela the field of carnage. This crowd of Frenchmen in the cupola were sad indeed, and we could not help feeling for their anxiety. Favre and Picard wore grave faces and were silent, and we only passed the word of salution. "From the . chateau I went to the American ambulance. , The carriages had just returned from the battle-field with their loads of mutilated vietims. They brought in sixty-five of the wounded, and all they had room for in the ambulance. The assistants were re­ moving their clothes, all wet and clotted with blood, and the surgeons were binding up their ghastly wounds. Men who went out with the ambulances, Dr. Johnston, Mr. Bowles, and Dr. Lam- son, and G -. They represented the slaughter of the French troops as hor­ rible, and they could not see that they had made any headway. The whole country was literally covered with the dead and wounded, and five hundred ambulances were not half sufficient to bring them away. Our American ambulance went to Roueil, and our men are in a high state of indignation, think­ ing that the Prussians deliberately shelled them in the streets, but I don't believe that. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, and but one of the carriages hit Mr. Bowles saw a shell hit a church where reposed the remains of the Em­ press Josephine. I must now wait until I hear further, and that may not be until to-morrow morning. The day has been mild and a little cloudy, and on the whole a capital one for military opera­ tions. "All Paris is on the qui vivr, and the wildest reports circulating. The streets are full of people--men, women, and children. Who will undertake to measure the agonies of this dreadful hour?"--Ex-Minister E. B. Wasli- bume, in Scribner's Magazine. By Ball In Mexico. The train is made up of first, second, and third-class cars, says Charles Dud­ ley Warner, writing in Harper's Mag­ azine of a railway journey in Mexico. The Mexican men in the first-class, yel­ low half-breeds, are gorgeous in array, wearing enormous and heavy high- crowned, broad-brimmed hate, loaded with silver and gold bullion, trousers braided down the seams or thick sewn with coins or buttons of silver, every n»an with a pistol ostentatiously strapped on his waist, and many of them currying guns. These gentle­ men are going to hunt at sojne hacienda in the hills, and at the stations where they alight there is great scurrying about, getting into rickety carriages, mounting heavily caparisoned little horses, which fidget and curvet There is an amusing air of bravado about it aH. ^ The third-class cars have four paral­ lel benches running from end to end, and are packed with a motley throng-- Indian-looking Mexican women in blue ribosas. plenty of children and babies, men in soiled serapes and big hats, everybody eating some odd mess. At all the stations the train makes a long halt, and the sides of the cars swarm *'ith hucksters, mostly women and boys, offering the sapotas and other tasteless fruits, tamales and other in­ describable edibles, ices (flavored and colored snow), pink drinks faintly sav­ ored with limes, and pulque. The ta- male is a favorite composite all over the republic. It consists of chopped meat, tomatoes, and chile rolled in a tortilla. The tortilla, perhaps it is nec­ essary to say, the almost universal country substitute for bread, is a cake made of maize, and about the size of a large buck-wheat cake. Its manufac­ ture is one of the chief occupations jpf the women. In almost every hut and garden one can hear the grinding and the patting of the tortilla. Seated on the ground the woman has beside her a dish of soaking grains of maize. In front of her is a carved stone, and upon this she iftaslies the maize with a stone roller held in both hands until it is a paste. This paste she molds and skill­ fully pats into shape, and lays upon a piece of sheet-iron to bake over a char­ coal fire. • He Answered the Advertisement. - There is a good story about an old gentleman who liiad been accustomed to go to Europe every year with an old crony as a traveling companion. One year his friend died and was acoordingly unable to come. The old gentleman, after much thought, inserted an adver­ tisement asking any one who wished to go to Europe under pleasant auspices to apply to him, and giving his address. This advertisement was seen lata one night by a young man who had been dining freely. He cogitated awhile, and then told the club porter to call a hansom. The cab was procured, and with a little muscular exertion on the part of porter and cabby the young man was stowed away in its recesses. He told the man to drive to the address given in the advertisement Arrived there he was assisted to the sidewalk, and with much dignity ordered the cabby to practice on the bell and knocker of the old-fashioned Residence. The advertiser stuck his venerable head out of the window, and after a par­ ley conducted with explosive indigna­ tion from the window and unruffled assurance from the sidewalk the ancient came down and unbolted the door. When he had picked up the diner and stood him in a corner the following conversation took place: "Now, air, what do yon mean by waking me up at this hour?" "Come t' ans'ner 'vertisliment" "Well, sir, this is no time to oome on such an errand; what have you to say ?" "I've come to tell you--very sorry-- can't go with you."--New York Trir btmu, • A Small Blander. A lady, on the lookout for a steady nurse-girl to take charge of the chil­ dren, entered a servants' registry, where her eyes fell on a respectable young woman from Normandy, who looked the very picture of health. "I like your appearance," said msdame, "but tell me why you left your former situa­ tion." i "A simple oversight, ma'am. One day as I was nursing Mrs. L 's baby I looked out of a window to listen to a man who was singing in the yard. Mrs. L---- gave me twopence to throw down to him, but alas! instead of the money I dropped the child out of the window f" --Le Grelot. AGE is not to be feared; the older a good and healthy person grows, the greater becomes his capacity to enioy the deeper, sweeter and more noble kinds of happiness which the irorld af­ fords. QRAMOB satin ribbon on the neek of the pet cat is the correot thing. I was on the levee «t New Orleans one day in the summer of 1868, watch­ ing a steamer take on the last of her cargo for up the river. A great many passengers were going up, and a num­ ber of colored people. One of the lat­ ter, who was two-thirds white and about 20 years of age, and as trim in figure as any lady you ever saw, halted for a moment before going aboard to speak to a couple of lady friends. They were chatting away of her mar­ riage, which had occurred a fortnight be­ fore, when a well-dressed, half-drunken middle-aged man came along on his way to the gang-plank and the boat. As he reached the three women he put lm arm around the bride and lifted her off the ground.. Perhaps he only meant it for a joke, but it was a rude one, and she resented it by calling him a white trash loafer. "Eh ? What!" be exclaimed, firing up at once. "You are to cussed proud for a nigger, you are! You need toning down!" "You go on!" she replied, drawing away from him. "Eh? Wench! I think 111 do the ton­ ing myself." I - With that he threw his arm around her, lifted her on his hip and set out to carry her aboard the steamer, which lay outside the wharf-boat. The woman struggled and screamed, wh^le the man laughed and chuckled, and everybody's attention was attracted. In carrying her from the wharf-boat to the steamer his foot struck some object in the path and both went down together, but he fell on the plank and she between the two boats. The current caught and carried her down and sucked her under the boat, and though the body was fished out in ten minutes, it was lifeless. Just as it had been brought to the wharf- boat the husband of the dead bride came down the levee. When he under­ stood what had occurred it seemed as if he would go raving mad. It was a quarter of an hour before he was calm enough to understand how it happened. The man who promoted the accident stood by, pretty well sobered, but ex­ hibiting no sorrow, and by and by the husband walked up to him, face as white as snow and revealing his great mental agony, and said: "You have blighted my life, and I; swear to have your life if I hunt for it a lifetime!" He was hustled away by friends, the ! steamer blew her whistle and cast off,! and that was the end of chapter first. How I came to be sent to a certain Southern State prison in the year 1872 is none of the reader's business. I went there in the company of a man who had stabbed another over a game of cards. He was a full-whiskered, vicious look­ ing chap, and an utter stranger to me. We were both received at once, and both sent to the barber's at once. His turn in the chair camo first, there being but one barber in the room at that time. I sat on a bench to wait, and while waiting I studied the face of the .barber, which had a familiar look to me. He was a quadroon, and it took me about five minutes to identify him as the hus­ band of the woman drowned off the wharf-boat four years before. Little by little his features came back to memory, and by and by I knew that he was the man. What strange chance had brought us together and in such a place? Pretty soon I noticed that the barber •was greatly agitated. He was very pale, his hands trembled, and he paused now and then to draw a long breath. The man in the chair cursed him for his carelessness, and the guard spoke sharply and asked if he was sick. This seemed to brace him up a bit, and he went ahead until the man's face was bare. It was then I looked at it and knew that I had seen it before, though I could not recall time or place. I was trying to remember, when the barber stepped back, took a brief survey, and with a motion swift as lightning, drew the razor across the prisoner's throat with the exclamation: "You are the one! You killed my wife and sent me here!" The guard and I started up, but be­ fore we could prevent it the barber slashed his own throat and fell to the floor to die inside of three minutes. The man in the chair did not live that long, as the stroke almost severed his head from his body. He was, indeed, the same man. I might not have recog­ nized him, but he could not escape the keen-eyed vengeance of the husband whose every hour was given up to thought of revenge for his desolation. --Detroit Free Press. Young Men and Single Life. It is undoubtedly true that a single life is not without its advantages for some. There are hundreds of young men, as there are a like number of young women, to whom a married life would be unsuitable and unwise. It is an inexcusable sin for any young man of hereditary ill-health or deformity to assume marriage, and to such a one single life has advantages, even though it holds out few pleasures, But that young man who is possessed with every bodily and mental equipment, and mar­ ries not, fails in one of the most palpa­ ble duties of life. He deprives himself of life's most refined and exalted pleas­ ures, of some of its strongest incentives to virtue and activity, and sets an ex­ ample unworthy of imitation. Nothing has, or should have, a greater refining or moralizing influence to a young man than marriage. If he remains unmar­ ried, he lays himself open to alluring vices that have no place in his eye or mind when his attentions and affections are centered upon a devoted wife. Mar­ riage changes the current of a man's feelings, and gives him a center for his thoughts, his affections, and his acts. It renders him more virtuous, more wise, and is an incentive to put forth his best exertions to attain position in com­ mercial and social circles. It is con­ ceded that marriage will increase the cares of a young man which he would not encounter if he remained single, but it must be granted, on the other hand that it heightens the pleasures of life. If marriage, in some instances within our knowledge,^ has seemed to be but a hindrance to certain success, the countless instances must not be forgotten where it has proved to be the incentive which has called forth the best part of man's nature, roused him from selfish apathy, and inspired in him those generous piinciples snd high re­ solves which have helped to develop liim into a character known, loved, and honored by all within the sphere of its influence. Matrimony, it is true, is chargeable with numberless solicitudes and responsibilities, and this all young men should fully understand before en­ tering upon it, but it is also full of joy and happiness that is unknown to the bachelor.--Brooklyn Magazine. LIBERTY is the right to do what the laws allow; and if a citizen could do what they forbid it wculd be no longer liberty, because others would have the same power.--Moutesguieu. time--March, TRT first THE April, andl WHY shouId not ducks be allowed on doctors' premises ? Because they make such personal remarks. AMID all the mutations of time it baa never yet been discovered why a law­ yer calls any legal document a brief. "RICHES have wings," and it's no vae to invent a flying machine for poor peo­ ple, as they couldn't buy it.--Newman Independent. "WHAI'S the trouble here, Mickey?" "Do a't you know ? There's a street car tie-up.'r "O, I see. That's why so many people are standing around in knots "--Philadelphia Cau. AM Austin man sent one dollar in an­ swer to an advertisement which prom­ ised for that amount to tell "Why I be­ came a Mason," and he received the rfe- ply, "Because I didn't want to be a shoe­ maker."--Texas S if tings. ^ A BAPTIST minister was once asked how it was that he consented to the mar­ riage of his daughter to a Presbyterian. "Well my dear friend," he replied, "as far as I have been able to discovey, Cu­ pid never studied theology." "SAY, my friend, where did you get that black eye?" "Fell against a (hie) post." "Ah, my dear sir, I'm afraid that your blaok eye is the trademark of a drunkard." "No, shir, taint trade­ mark--noshing but a post-mark." "WHAT is a good test of a diamond?" asks a correspondent. About as godd a test as any is to ask the jeweler you buy it of what he will take it back for. If he will offer half as much as it costs i t i s a p t t o b e a g e n u i n e s t o n e . -- £ Graphic A FRANKLIN COUNTY fellow has won a bet by eating sixteen pies in twenty minutes. There, are some men that find glory in a performance in which eyery little pig is their equal and every big hog tEeir superior.--Pittsburgh Bulletin. •WIFE of a rich rural Californian at her first grand dinner. The Colonel of- ers las arm: "I am to have the pleasure of taking you out to dinner, Mrs. A." Bich rural wife: "Go 'long with you; my husband is here; take your own wife!"--Puck. , HUSBAND (looking round impatiently for his boots)--My dear, will you be so kind and condescending as to inform me where in thunder my boots have been put ? Wife (with bitter sarcasm) --You will find them just where you left them when you came in at 2 o'clock this morning--at the foot of the stain. "A DEAD GIVE-AWAY." He waa a bridegroom newly m&de--a wedding tourist he; His bride s«t in the waiting-room, aa sweet as sweet conld be; Tetone would think that he had been a htiaband half his life As on the register he wrote: "J. Percy New* and -wife." But AN he RAISED his ahiny bat, that showed no mark of age, A shower of rice foil from wlthtn upon the open page. "Enough!" the jeweled clerk exclaimed, and brushed away the rice. "John, bridal chamber No. 4 (we charge him double price)." --Life, "MY friends," said a elergyman in a Dakota toVn which is enjoying a boom, as he arose in the pulpit, "we will dis­ pense, with the services this Dooming and give our attention to a work of greater importance. As you are prob­ ably all aware, a party pf eastern capi­ talists arrived in the city last night with a view to investing in real estate, and we will now consider ourselves dis­ missed and go down to the hotel and work them. We want to hustle right along too, before some of those revival­ ists from Plugtown get hold of them and shove off some of their swamp lands onto them.--Dakota Bell. Mary Stuart's Amusements. sketch of Mary Stuart wonld-net be complete if we limited ourselves to the more serious side of her character merely. If she did not deserve tho reputation for utter thoughtlessness and frivolity .which some of her puritan­ ical contemporaries have given her, she was undoubtedly fond of amusements,; says a writer in the Gentleman's Mag* azine for March. The memoirs ana correspondence of the time often show her seeking recreation in popular sports and pastimes; indeed, Baudolpb describes life at the Scottish court Jot the first two years after her return from France as one continual round of "feasts, bouqueting, masking,running at the ring, and such like." It was to Mary, as Knox testifies, that the intro* duction into Scotland of those primitive dramatic performances known an masques or triumphs was due. They soon became so popular that they formed the chief entertainment at every festival. The Queen herself and her attendants, particularly the four Maries, often took part in them, either aeting in mere dumb show, or reciting the verses which the elegant pen of Buchanan supplied, and singing the songs which Bizzic composed, and of which the melodies may very possibly be those which, wedded to more mod­ ern verse, are still popular among the Scottish peasantry.. Not only were these masques performed in the large halls of the feudal castles, but in the open air also, near the little lake at the foot of Arthur's Seat. It may cause some astonishment at theT present day to find not only the maids of honor, but the Queen herself assuming the dress of the other sex in these masquer­ ades. Yet the Diurnal of Occurrent» records, withouC expressing either in* dignation or even astonisment at the,, fact, that "the Queen's, grace and all her Maries and ladies were all clad in men's apparel" at the "maskery or mumschance" given one Sunday, even­ ing in honor of the French Ambassa­ dor. A Dog's Gratitude. * An engineer on the Bock Island Bail- road tells this story of the gratitude of a dog: "While running along Joliet I saw a fine big black dog stuck fast under an old farm gate by the side of the track. He was howling piteously, and I stopped my engine and went to his as- 1 sistance. He was wild with gratitude* licked my hand, and wanted to follow me into the cab. Every day after that I would see him sitting* beside the track and wagging his tail as my train went by. Several weeks later the train was running at great speed, being be­ hind time, just at daybreak. The dog stood on the track ahead burking furiously. As we drew near he moved ahead, but continued his antics. I sup­ posed, of course, that he would leave the track, but he did not, and the train ran over him and ground him to pieces. We stopped the train and were aston­ ished at finding a short distance ahead an obstruction on the track that would surely have derailed the; train had .IS; Struck it at full speed." " AGITATION is the marshalling of 'the conscience of a nation to'-mbuld its laws.--Sir R. Peel. 1