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Al'We W14. 'any Ton
it ilrieuttlX b& thine as we want '010.you know
The !Op* 41) 00 oonfoundealy dew ;
• POStheral many a *W.
AnditheWII Mao/ sel/P.
A44, *WO meiiy s afP•
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u qte weary and weary and blue,
• ,1149l1140 we OAP; AO Sawa d all like to do.
Itwe be4iParber.11 that wouldn't go prosy.
If we only daemons who wouldn't fget dozy,
g Ulawyers weren't 1lY,
ltdrinitors weren't dry.
• ,If folks wouldn't die -
B rind by.
W.'d all try
To see how unblushingly good we could grow.
ecwue have theme as we want 'eni, you
Ow
File dun
of
_mend,
,; 3t enlybara one mild be made of WON sound,
Ana similar trash;
•
If wa bad lots 0 cash.
• If-44thotit being rash-
' ' We could Mash,
Like dash.,
Any ellueliterof aye when -we oared to do so.
Thome d sorter have things as we want 'em
itiiu know •
But when we , down to a mere business base
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whole night long. Without any minim
volition, however, and evidently agaiust
every inclination of the momont, r turned
deliberately end walked rapidly away.
eiroeger On *9 Sie• Oven ,pt that movie"
utituthelaoli=that instead of going tome --I
found myself hurrying at once to my Atudio.
It Was Bulldog morning, just after mid-
night. Entering the studio I lit a lamp
and took from its hiding place .the large
°envoi, which had so long been waiting to
became the companion to the " Night."
What was my intention? I say it soberly
and truthfully: when I took a crayon in
• y hand end stood before that blank eau -
vas I had absolutely no knOwledge of what
I ,g InAPAVF-!IYa722A.UF"--",--acr
tan .1 *new in those morning
mists upon the Rhine why it was that I
was leaving Boppard. I had even been for
some minutes engaged upon my work before
the outlines appearing entideny aroused me
10 the foot that I was drawing upon the
canvas the• rook, the river, the widen of
Mina as I had seen them in my dream -the
design for my "Morning."
When once I understood it I laug
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mo el an, nommessmsommi....„,mommomis
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how it had led me to the Lorelei and held
Int there ; bow it had plaoed a mirror to
my faceellowing me the end from the be-
ing ; and bow -the beginning and end
wa, thifi.:1414.tiRfi, 9f_ etZoridel,
Tlitew—then why it was that, at last, Ole
power was so strong upon me. This was
its final effort,. For twelve years 111 had
been with me, speaking to me in many
tonguing, ever bringing to me the same
message. I had often dumbly wondered
what the message was, but bad thought
lege of it than the einging of the Lorelei,
and had never oomprehended its warning.
Now I felt instinctively that, with the
com 1 ti f hi
--ztstialix-waZ116--Vert
p on t eliskinnt
At last he epoke to me, in the awe low
voice and deliberate way that bid ever
elided the turbid °arrant of my We, turn-
ing.whithereoever he would, asYlb/c;
--',Authony, dear -boy, you have conquered
at last. Yon have done all that you wished
to do, all that yon will ever do with the
brnah. Now let the captive go. Yon hive
kept your word and studied faithfully. I
have fulfilled my proruiee. You cannot do
better."
" Father " I cried, clutching for the -
loved form that was fading away from ale.
'I Father! "1 gasped, groping for the guid-
ing power that led me and wae leaving me.
ARiftitt AKR-49.5..tkfA,
With p upon the Rhine the mists engulfed him,
the guiding power would go from me and and as upon the Rhine I fell senseless
the messenger depart unheeded, hie patient toward his retreating figure, and , lay,
labor with me lost through my own blizid- =Genie:ions, at the feet of the Lorelei.
noes and bigotry. Sampson's looks were Two days and a night tired nature bad
being shorn with every 'stroke of my brush toiled for that upon the Rhine. Two days
upon the oenvas. I could not have realized and a night tired nature had toiled for this
the feat more clearly had a finger of fire upon the Arno.
written it for me upon the wall. 1 raw and " CHAPTER XVII.
knew that I was building there a tomb
have been color-blind. 1 cen sit with
patience, yes,even with intermit, and dig.
cues with able physiolans their Varforia
theories : overwork, eibedetlea, a fearful
strain- of -the optic- nerveavtbrOtlifb-tbe long
night, to catch, in the lamplight, the reality
in abide of the changed colon ,• then the
reaction, the fall, the deliriunhall °endue-
ing to optical parelysis, bse 'oh began the
illoolor-blindnese and since become ooro-
plate. I can Helen ewe with delight. now,
(To be Continued. 'N,
IPTINVEI BQunr,e IMO= n Wei (Ms.
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had on*- that wa
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4-o'L
The out lamurn,
Andwo sigh nice a Turk,
As there's no °bailee to shirk,
• or to lurk,
While we work
For our grub by the sweat of our brow here
• below.
• %Anse coinge-iszet just as we want 'on, you
-Yankee made.
RE PRIMA DONNA.
Thus I turned to my books and my easel
"gain, in a spirit of dogged endursnoe,
Mindly devoid of ony new motiv.i whets°.
ever; 'for "What is man Shit thou art
mindful of him ? was to me a foolish
toe:Sion, with little meaning and no role-
7--itisteyf only an outburst of Hebrew devotion ;
• poetio Hoene° in the exalted humility of
• ancient composition. • I should as quickly
have asked: " What is Mina that I should
, be,mindful of her?" And verily I think
that I should have seen nii possible differ.
enoe betwixt, us tvialm-
Ili is very easy, now, to see how egotist!.
... *idly I overvalued myself and how omen;
.. And blindly I undervalued Mina ; but I
loved her still, and thosgbI would_na-go-
again to the olfirli-ikihe hotel, • when she
: - bad appealed to my 'honor and melanoma
to leave her, I did, night after night, walls
' .down the Arno and lean upon the embank.lentwel), opposite the hotel, after the
opera had•olosed, and look up at the great
. w dews, which I easily diaoovered opened
upon Mina' iipartmente, and a onriOull
.• sendation---of-eatiefootionr-or, over me,
• bringing happinese with.the thought that I
might thus, theoreticallraten, 'touch 'but
the hem of her garment, and as the remain-
hig.nights grew fewer I realized painfully
• ' . how muoh I Should mise he; when ehe was
'r. • gone. I even thought at times of following
her, to live at least in the atmosphere whioh
, Om wit -breathing.. I Might hove done eo,
•,;,t$Oesibly.: I cannot tell; bat one • night she
-AMMO to the window. In the soft light
, • ' shining from within I could distinctly see
' her Midi -rammed by the fool that in the
darkaile below I was invisible, I looked up
-' -• boldly and eagerly. She pushed open the
• ' swinging gash and, leaning upon the embel-
, liehedomenienti turned a little till her eyes
Wandered down the • eilver Arno. I could
, not look into them but I oould see the faoe
, •
most dietinotly in the light, Which ;seemed
,..,. _almost : to -emanate from • the Mesas of
' . loosened hair that fell like golden sunshine
. about her face.
. Breathlessly I Mood there, doubting . if I
. were waking, fearing lot I might still be
, .sleeping ; sleeping in the little attio ohamber.
• on 'the Rhine; for there above me,' looking
\ .down into the clear, blue water 1 saw -not
. the face of Mina at I bad known it in Bop.
pard and yet preoliely the 'face of Mina
that had followed me through all these
,• , yeara-the lovely face of the vision that
..,' ear= to me in my drawn; the beautiful
•k•,4,:angel that beyond the phantom was beckon. -
Ing me on to the Lorelei. The face thrt
•. bad promised 'me a life out of death, a
victory out of defeat, a triumph game • day,
Mate where, for Mina and for me, bidden
,.7,detip in the heart of the Lorelei.
• '" Again I stood ebuddering before the
prophet, whose hand had painted for me in
„. ;my dream the beautiful Mae of Mina se 1
' ..should see it twelve long pare afterward.
•••Again, with eyee, but not to read the riddle,
. With ears bus not to hear the voice, with a
heart incapable of oodiprehending, I aeked
• anyeelf : "What is the menage ? .What is
the secret that it shouktimpart ? "
,While-1---was--wonderinik-a-nd the gray
atone walle of the hotel seeming M. the
derknees to be *ha ledge Of rook and the
. Arno the bine water of the Rhine, them
Mole from the window one soft note' and
.- . then another. I could hardly heir them,
even in the stilly night, yet more diatinoily
than the clanging of an orchestra eaoh
monad reverberated about me. Ili was soft
and low; and yet, if over a voice were
• , Sweeter to mortal ear, if ever a song made
. , .gladder the heart of man, it must have
emanated from beyond the 'limits of this
world end hate been sung by angels. This
it was to me, though it was the song that
- '• for twelve year& I had hated as one could
• .. Only hate a spectral raVett never flitting
, from the bust above big door :
' "Ioh webs nicht, war; soil es bedeuten.
• „ Dee loll so traurig bin ;" -
I listened to the very end, and the end
was the Mine little trill, as though we were
sway upon the bilk' of Boppard and she
, Who sang it Was jos* my little Mina as of
old. lam eure that I ehonld have applauded,
''•';" Oblivion° of all the intervening years and
' Ohangee had not Mina recalled me to my.
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trelf by turning abruptly from the window,
AlStiving Me alone with my thoughts in the
rk street, by the river wall, upon, the
rno.
Could she, " Iasked myself, " by any
Ability have ming that song and not
'1" thought of me ? ' •
ft grim Lorelei, towering above me,
ht the first warm glow of ennriee.
*di nt horizon of my darkened ' life
f;00 3 y and the gladness of the faintest
tliing y of oomingday. The clouds
a . e east eeeme moving westward,
liqikt of burnished silver, breaking, un-
t/ling for me the first bright flush of
morning. No inolhiation with me at that
meat could have been stronger than to
- Main where I wail, watohing that open
itAtidow, Mire that, me long, Mina most
'aliarrs'to ft, if for -nothing more Shan to
-- 0.16i giving -me more glimpee of her. o
tom I mould hive waited patiently tho reseselo
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"0! course! What else could
have been the completion of the pr
the professional triumph of my 1
victory for Mine and for Me but th
lel?"
There wae no need of a eketoh t
anymore than there had been a
She real rook, over the river, the da
I made the first study from that dr
my father's inspection. Only the
of the rook appeared, filling the lo*
of the oanva, and a shimmer of w
the bottom, as though in the diets
below; while seated upon the brow
cliff was the life-ize figure, not wre
mantling clouds and misto as I had
lanned for the "Sunrise," but env
O golden hair; a halo of inherent I
honld be, if all the power and imp
n me could reproduce the effect as
ecu it that night, in the window. MT
as drawing I saw the whole compl
olor ; fancy after fancy followed my
s it led me on ; for before I had fl
he details in my mind, my hand h
eady finished them upon the came.
Call it inepiration. Call it wha
ill, I am aure of one thing that it w
for without anerasure or a single II
able endeaveri to aceomplish_aome
hioh a a ifoi result, or produce e th
Molt would pereistently appear impe
e work went on. As if I stood as I
often, behind my father's chair, wat
m work, during my first lesson, I
en before that canvas, equally cone
at I was not doing the work myself.
As the first warm light of morning
-%,:trataririttiriffifi , e nerve an artery of
possibly. my landed akin ; the sum and eubstanoe
opheoy, the very flesh and futons of all that I wa
ife, the all that I had ever hoped or tried to be
O Lore- and, in defiance of the message whioh
might have heeded. if I would, all that
o copy, ever ehould be; leaving outside the tom
need of a alseleton.
y when Stroh were the gloomy foreboding thought
cam for that filled ma while I worked. The
aummit were not, one must admit, the eage
er part and intense desires called inspiration
liter whioh might naturally thrill the eoni o
noe far one producing hie life's masterpiece.
a
a the Doubtless the appliootion of a little
PPed praotioal philosophy might, even then,
(WW' have suggested a valuable lesson to me in
eloped the fain that it was becauee the full gaga -
!elk it faction of all my hope, the complete con -
mat= jugation of my verb to be, the twourate
I hadhile ... solution of my life's one equation, all cen-
tered in the ambition to paint • perfect
ate In picture, and became I had eo utterly failed
orayon to provide any other flesh about me that
ninehotd when It wae amomplished it mud 'leave
an al' me a ekeleton. But alaa 1 At that port°.
one moment, when philosophy might at
t 700 least have left mea parting bleeding, I was
as -not beyond the reaoh of it. At that last
PP„fe.• moment I oared lees for the aeoret tht- to"
dung whioh-Iiihould have listened, than ever I:m-
oue. fore in my life. The minion of the pro-
ef„ece.„• phet, what that to me ? 16 wag the power
Raw and not the prinoiple to which I turned for
ming help; the ruling passion growing strong in
etnnd death. I saw ail more vividly than / have
Mona been able to mimes it, yet cried in deflence,
• "Do with me what you will only hit my
nun' AMorning 1-beprfect"
of
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hi
th
th
nedtheyellowotthirlamp-light
thatthe drawing Wag finished : not be
I scanned it as usual with critical a
adding a suggestion here and °ban
there a line a haled breadth, in the ho
improving it, wondering if this might
be better so, orthat some other way,
simply bemuse my hand unconsciously
down the crayon. 'I knew that it was
idled; I knew that it was right.
Pushing back my stool I stood at a
tanoe, and surveyed the -work with a
of complete eatisfacition. Hae ever
artist lived who could boast of such *e
men* for a drawing which was hie o
To me the remit° of snob investigei
had always been diegnet, and termin
in an angry exclamation: "11008* ohm
this.: most wipe out that. Bah 1 I
all horrible. Whyon I never do wha
think I am doing?"
CHAPTER XVI.
YOU CANNOT DO BETTOR.
I slept Upon the divan for an hour, t
took my palette and brushes and began
paint. The early morning light floo
my studio from the southeast, then
mime from the south, then lingering o
the western Mlle, and darlinese drove
from the easel, Mill unoonscioue of
fetigna or hunger.
Upon reaching my home I found a n
from my worthy instructor, good old Pr
Barlett', oonmeouely asking we when
wae to Bee me again. Involuntarily I wro
beneath his signature one word : "Never
and returned it to him as my reply. '
fully intendedgoingagain to my midnig
watch npen Arno, for Mina was to be
Florence hut three nights more ; hut
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table I deliberately went to my bedroo
and undremed.
Discovering that I. was retiring at suo
an Uneeemingly hour, a servant anxiond
inquired if I was ill. My only reply we
an order for breakfeet a half •hour befor
sunrise in the morning, and he_left
isibly convined that I had gone mad.
II seems peoulier tomo, as I think over i
that no nue/Woolf' ornervousneas poseesee
me that night as I laid my head upon th
pillow. I had become eo aconetomed from
y earliest recolleotion, to feeling that
was a belplese atom, wholly in the con
trolling power of aome -guiding hand, tha
to have the impressiOn strengthened a litil
by such experience0 ea I had just pained
through, rather tendered to make me les
independent and lees mindful of to -morrow
Sill the morrow care°. As I entered the
°Indio the next morning, however, I was
eon:mime of etrange and unnatural timidity.
I seemed elope and as though I was
seriously lacking somethiag which I had
p000essed. I could not tell what it wao, but
I at for an hour before the canvas, help-
leaely holding a brash in my hand, without
so muoh as totiohing it to the palette.
Wite the power all gone from me? began
to tremble and bitterly regret that I had
lsit the studio the night before. Thus be.
moaning my utter powerleseneas When left
to my own reeouroes, my thought ran baok
and back and baok, retraoing the dope
whioh I had taken to reach -tht day, till I
was wandering again upon the Rhine with
Mina, till I waa drawing for her thelattle
oene upon the wall, till I dreaming again
in the attio chamber. Then, suddenly,
strength came to My arm, the power re-
turned to me and I began to punt. The
°envie was so large that I could work
upon different parte of it, giving eaoh an
opportunity to dry, which was fortunate
for when the power again pooeeesed me I
could no more hey° etoppedpainting than
I could heve begun without it. • •
With all the eagernese. of a opeotator I
watched noy brush as it buried on Without
an error, without a momente heitation,
without auggeotion. I felt an nniteen hand
on mine and an irreeistible guidance of an
intelligence that wait beyond me, and more
and more as the hour passed I underetood
at power foryeara ; how it had
n of main my littleuttic iiMitnhoe ;
knew The day wore away and the night was
Ludy, and brushes for indent; lest that power
ni in one and, with the other I lit all the
,not lampe in the stuido and arranged them be.
.tni„t nind me and just above my head, and,
1ala quivering in every nerve from the intenia
an" exclitement' I painted on, and through that
night I was not onoe perplexed shout the
dia- result of any combination, though the tint
'muse upon me ; but I dare not to lay my palette
ging should slip from tne. Thus, holding them
eigh required were the palest orange or the most
an delicate violet. The reault of the lamplight
ntin- upon my palette did not seem different
sea r from what it might have been at any time,
in,n_f; and I am not sure that I really recognized
"Pu_ the appropriate tint(' in combining; but I
lig, mewed to see the mot effect of eaoh blend-
zo ing, and I heve often been len positive and
t in the end less mourate in the daylight than
I was that night.
Icy perspiration stood upon my forehead
as I bent over my idol, working at Mot
hen upon the face. The eyes Ah, how they
o Shone and flashed for me. Like the clear,
ded living blue of heaven they glowed among
it the shadowe of the wayward truism of
ver golden hair. The parted half -smiling lip
me Octmed ever and again to move and whisper,
he " iotory 1 Victory 1" Nature was not
• natural nor life more lifelike. The light
ote wee the very ounehine, not gathering over
of. a distant hill but radiating from the face,
he glowing through the golden hair of the
te goddese of the morning. A harp rooted
," upon the oval of the knee, and the delimits
fingers touched the strings. I even thought
ht that I could hear the melody aa they sent
in the strains of dawn stealing into the silent
to air of the dying night below.
er Did a master ever see suoh attributeti1.
wn eurprise, rising from the lump
nt a creation of his own ? Yet I knew that
they were there as' well as I knew that
h from the bare canose not a eingie tonoh
y woo mie. --
o Three weeks and a day I had worked
e %WE the "Night," and thought it a marvel
e- of -speed. Two-ditya-mid a WWI Piiiiifekl
upon the "Morning," and it was finished.
5, Vireo thet my work?
d The day dawned. The brighted and the
e beet of the morning light flooded my
studio. My hands fell, powerlese, upon my
I knees, unable longer to hold either brueh.
or palette, and by that I knew that the
work was completed. Trembling I ex -
e inguiehed the useleso lights and raising the
curtains, walked to the opposite end of the
o studio and turned to examine the result.
Breathlessly I Mood there, -in much the
same moodt, only vastly intermitted, lie
had stood in my father'e studio years be;
fore, wrapped in awe before his marvellous
production& Carefully I examined every
light and shadow, every thotight and out-
line. Could a touch better it ? Could a
ehadow or lighting bring out anything?
No. The morning without was not more
bright. Mina was not more beautiful. In
env line and feature ii was Mina. Was
it my Mine? In every soul ' and senti-
ment it was morning.' Wae it my morn-
ing
In the warm, clear light of that spring
dawn I examined it with the most eager
and anxious care, to oat& the °lightest
trace of any error in the night work; bat
even among the softest tints there was
not a flaw whioh the daylight could die-
Glovr.
While I Mood thus engaged a cold
breeze blew over me, and, with a ohudder,
I turned to discover the came. Then,
uddenly, I beomine aware of one standing
halide me, intensely absorbed in gazing
upon the Lorelei.
" Fether Father " I cried, and oprang
to embrace him.
It was jut ea it had been mom the
Rhine, when I turned from the Lorelei to
eee him and spring toward him. He
stepped baok te avoid Me, hat did not
move his eyes frOm the canto's. Trembling
I paused, afraid, fin eome neon, to ap.
preach him again Or eV8n tO epeak ; buS
how .prond was, ise I sow the admiration
glovving in hie fsoo and °yeti,
Night was again approaching w
bursting of the look on the inn
around me from stupor and two
house servants entered, acoompan
my father's banker and a °Wenger.
they were lifting me and plaoing m
a divan ono of the them said:
" Poor fellow 1 He has heard it
and it has gone hard with him."
"1* would be like to," °aid a e
For they were more the like of
about the house than of father and s
Struggling to Make off the stop
raising myself I gasped:
"What do you say? What do you
Speak 1 aome of you speak 1 "
"1 enure you, Signor Winthrop,
the banker, that we have not ceased s
ing for you °ince we received the new
"What new ? What news 7" I ehr
They looked at eaoh other and
their heade. Then the stranger said
"The news that on Sunday mo
keit after midnight, your father di
Gab."
My father died 1" I oried, epri
upon the divan. "You are a liar! H
in thig _rows:and talked with me a
rise able moring." •
clutched- the-itianger by the
.
but they overpowered me, and in a r
delirium corded me to my home.
°puttee quieted me and I Wept ; ale
the morning and again till almost n
Then I woke week bat rational, and in
of every. protestation I rose, dreseed,
went again to my studio. I was torme
with-a-euspioion that what I rememb
wee all a dream, and I Was well oatiefi
diet:over that the " Morning " was at
kreality.
The passion whioh had corae upon m
suddenly, just after midnight on Su
morning, was now explained. I =dors
my one,000untable reply to Prof. Soul
I saw why I dreaded leaving the easel
wae in such demonise haste to finish
work ; for until I had conquered
aptive could not go. Hie pledge
ound him to me tilt he had given me
eward 01 107 labor
The reward of my labor 1 '" Yon can
o better." That was what I had sou
or. 16 wee the ultra hope of my em
ream, and 'suddenly it appeared to
hat, instead of a trzurophans shout, it
n Mournful numbers the deeper
atastrophe which had overtaken
bat I could not do better. Poing
egan so comprehend that, after all, it
ore yeAd let then a commendation ;
theme verdict ; a ory of derision: "Y
annot do better."
With all the resources afforded me I
at alone which had faoiliteted
preach to the end which I had at 1
seined. I had utilized all my pow
that aohievement, and laughing at
ler destruction the mocking echo seer°
pasting "Yon cannot do better.
e utterly inoapable of doing any belt
ti have blown a beautiful bubble; see
st 1 You have received what you ask
your father. You have done all that y
empted for Mina. You have thro
ur opportunities to the tvind. Now re
the bristling stubble, pillowed by t
meant memory that you have won. Y
ve accomplished all that you ha
entpted, and you cannot do better."
Ise 1.. As ever, when I had conquer
let the captive go I began to oompr
d the message. I sew ho tO weak bee
premises of my syllogyam, how po
been my argument, how fallaciotte ro
losopyhow_greatmy-misappee
how miserable my theories of th
niflo spontaneity of love, how cow
ely my life was a failure.
hue again, it was all for the past ; Mil
bout a word for the future. I was eve
nay looking haintward that I neve
thought of looking forward.
ae the power really gone from me
question pertaining to the , proem
y startled me. Who said that powe
gone? Had I no strength in me
ily alma?, I caught a half-fiihed
from &game* the wall, and placing 1
a easel. in the wndow, I graeped my
tie, jt101 as I bed left it in the morning
e day before and with freali brnehes I
own and triad to paint.
led? I had never worked with more
mination and niore wilful energy in all
lite; but at the outset I • became
&rd. Why had I left that little
h such a miserable, utterable mono -
of neutrl° / Surely it liad mit faded
lying. And my palette! had I mixed
More upon it in that night work to
an extent that by daylight they were
tohed mem, without any distinction ?
uld make nothing out of them.
a sudden chill Idropped the palette
he bruehee on the floor, and dragging
Night" from tie hiding place eat it
the "Morning," and °topping back
d sharply about to look at them.
ept in composition I °odd eee ne
be difference between the two.
such an agony as ono Oan only
late who has anffered, I tithed to
se of color tubeo and with trembling
tore-openone after another, tlanbing
ntorits shapeless manes °vt the
od cover of my desk. Color 1 True
1 They were all there; but I, a
ed and ohiveiing skeleton, stood over
utterly unable to tell one from the
Enthroned at my !mai of viotory I
he flnger.writing on the wall, es it
for me the conclusion of the whole
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Donors were well Treated Hero.
Mr. James E. Lewie, mining engineer,
of No. 23 Park place, has just been pre.
sented with a gorgeous punon bowl made'
of solid silver, gold lined and lavishly orna.
mented and mounted on an ebony stand.
It is a bowl that Bacchus himself, would
feel proud of. Accompanying it were two
smaller bowie inade of ohesed silver and
r,1141:010 WW1 &has.
a rmen o 5 e commtstilew
after the entertainment of the big
orowd of iron and steel manufacturers and
mining engineers who came over here from.
England and Germany last fell to exchange
eoientifio informstion anck see ;the country.
Inetitute-they held a III sing- and re -
14.,
And when the Britishers go ome again
-they were members of the remand Steel
eolved to send over some testimonial of
their appreciation and gratitude. They
deoided that a punch bowl was about the
best thing they could Helm. With the big
bowl and the two little ones came a letter
from Sir James Hinson, President of the
Institute, conveying all manner of good
wishes from himself and his aeseoistes and
teetifying to the great enjoyment they had
all derived - from their visit to America.
There was an appropriate inscription, of
come, on the bol. -New York Herald.
Exalting Beene In a fuenagerie.
An exeiting scene was witnessed -by five
thousand persons who were ,(u Woinbtll &
Bailey's menagerie Curing ita recent viol&
•to Heighly, England. While Louie Arno,
She feroale trainer, was perform' g
den with lioneses, a tiger /Kt large
Siberian-bear-hound-thevger limo upon
the hound, and aho attacked she oman
when she endeavored to best it off. Louise
Arne lost her nerve, and would in all pro-
bability have been killed had not the male
trainer oprung into the den at the critical
moment, and seizing the tiger by the throat,
enabled the woman to eeoape.'
A Brute.
Mutiny's Weekly: "You should not
aritioize me, George," said the young wife.
"Kind words alwaye Come back to you.
Cast your bread on the waters and it will
return to you."
You are mistaken," returned George,
II if you refer to this bread. 1 hie would
sink at once."
It Had the Desired Effect.
Puck: "You have seen the advertisement
of my Universal Panacea, I suppose," said
the patent medunne proprietor.
• "Yes," replied his viatica, ungraciously.
" Ive seen it until I'm sick of it."
"Good I Now take a couple of bottle(' of
it and youll be all right."
A Our° 8Ign.
Epoch: Dobeon-I feel certain that
Jenkine hi in financial dietrese.
Noblit--Why ?
"Re is beginning to live very extrava-
gantly."
The theatrical proteseion has again been
honored in the person of Henry Irviog, by
hie eleotion to she Bacot Circle of the
Marlborough Club, which nearly faces
Marlborough House; the residence of the
Prince of Wales, on Pall Mall, and of
which his Royal Highness may be said to
be the presiding genius. It Was the Primes
who proposed the popular actor for mem-
baeoTrmehhee13
i13:.
'd by the Inebriates'
45 offered Fort Hamilton, N.Y., for the beat
easy on the care and mire of drunkards
has been awarded to Pro. Pierre Prancole
Spaink, of Bern, Holland, an °raiment
pathologist and microscopist.
Tell the moat humble man in the world
Shat the greatest woman in the werld levee
him and he will not be surprised.
Virginia Knox, the agjyj
who-
married-anitalitif[Count. Pdontereole and
wee beaten and alined by him, has neared
a divorce. When elle wante to merry again
enough.
she will probably find en American good
erman
ru, "
rD •
A Cough
and Croup
For children a medi-
cine should be abso-
lutely reliable. A
mother must be able
Med.icino. her
her faith I
aith totuitianstsot
contain nothing violent uncertain,
or dangerous. It must be standard
in material and manufacture. . It
must be plain and simple to adnn-
ister ; easy and pleasant to take.
The child must like it. It must be
prompt in action, givingeimmedi-
ate relief as childrns' troubles
come quick, grow fast, and end
fatally or otherwise in a very short
time. It must not only relieve quick
but bring them around quick, as
children chafe and fret and spoil
their constitutions under long con-
finement. It Must do its work in
moderate does. A large quaigity
of medicine in a child is not desira-
ble. It must not interfere with the
child's spirits/appetite or general
health. 0 Th e things suit old as
well as yo ng folks and mak-Do-
scheels 1:nraii Syrup the favorite
in