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A LOVE STORY,
The crowd oetside, whioh, always great
on these occasions, had assumed large pro•
piortions on hearing that a hitch, ae Bob
once oalled it, had marred, (sheered.
Diane over and over again; and she became
quite stiffened with blushes, as in their
enthneiaam, a rain of flowers was showered
upon her, and a 'host of complimentary
opithete bestowed.
At the door of the carriage, just as T was
showing Diane into it, Raymond de Chan -
tells shook me warmly by the hand, and
said, in a loud voice, " My congratulations,
nephew, bet do not do it again," whioh
raised loud laughter at my expense.
Adalbert de Moncalpin squeezed himself
near the carriage, and called out to me,
" idaiaard 1 "—a clang expression, meaning
"lucky fellow." In the crowd, Rivelalongne
waved his hendkerohief at me, and sent me
a line written on a pieoe of newspaper to
the effect that "Alexander had destroyed
the, walls of Thebes, but Phryne had re-
built them."
The whole thing was absurd, because
lehryne was a hetaira, and she was not
allowed to build up the walls of Thebes with
Money obtaiued by her beauty ; but it was
e0 complimentary to my bride -elect that I
could only laugh at Rivelalongue's mytho-
logioai reminisoenoee.
We said little to each other on the way
to the house, but we settled to have a walk
in her own garden as soon as we arrived.
" I am Bo tired," she said once. " I feel
as if I had lived a whole life since yester-
day ; and it is only right, is it not, mother,
that I should rest a little in my own garden
with Henry, and that he should try to
make up to me for his unkindness in
never coming to see ns ? "
It was very foolish of ne, but this made
ties all ory.
Perhaps it wan that we were all still
suffering from overstrained emotions, and
that we sought relief in tears ; but* how
different were our several sentiments 1
Diane was wrapped in ono idea—that of
making nn for lost time. I was engrossed
by the dread that the scene in whioh she
had played so heroic a part would prove too
mach for her health, and the tone of her
voice eointed to a similar fear existing in
hersei". Her parents—kind, honeet, good
people --were variously moved.
When we reached the house the servants,
who were on the qui vice for our return, re-
oeive•t us in respectful silence—not know-
ing exactly what one their master would
give teem, and determined in their French
fidelis Y, to watoh his movements before they
manifested any expressions of feeling on
their own behalf ; bat the marquis, who
knew them well, addressd them thus es we
entered the hall :
"My friends, here is the husband of the
gneeu ; and loyalty to the sovereign is the
rale of my house."
A load oheer resounded ; and it seemed
to me as if this cheer was all Diane re-
quired to make her perfectly happy.
She was really exquieitively lovely at
this moment. She put up her hand to her
veil, whioh with a slight graoeful move-
ment she threw off ; and as she did so
some pin whioh tied up her head-dress got
entan;,led in the veil, and the luxuriant
beanry of her dark golden hair displayed
itself es it fell in profusion down her
shoulders.
Her eyes sparkled with delight ; and
taking my arm and enclosing it in both
her own, she said, with a childish naivete,
" Hee not the anreen well chosen ? " where-
npoi, there was another, and another, and
yet another cheer,aduriog whioh Made-
moiselle) Gerona Dame down to witness this
sirenee scene.
The poor woman had been so feeling, eo
touchingly loyal to us, that we both greeted
her with an affectionate embrace ; and
when her timid eyes discovered that
Diane's parents were not wroth with us,
or disposed to check the impetuosity of
our movements, she could only exclaim :
" Mon Dien, male o'est la fetes des
Innocents," which made us all laugh—the
first real sign of forgetfulness of the past
which as yet shone upon us.
The next disposition was evinced to
forgive all around was the appetite we
brought to the breakfast that a minute be.
fore no one would have touched, but whioh
now we were all annione to do justice to.
It was not an occasion for toaste, and I
had tact enough in my Happiness to
refrain from drinking Diane's health.
That health was the principal subject of
conversation, and we hurried the meal eo as
hasten the moment when we could et last
be together.
During the repast, however, the mar-
quis' eye fell upon the blas favor which I
wore, and he asked me the meaning of it.
" It is my first and last token of love," I
said. Whereupon Diane flushing red with
honest pride, and pointing to her own little
blue bow so gracefully sewn on to her dress,
said to her father,
" See, I have one too."
"What children you are ! " remarked
her father.
" Your children," answered Diene.
It is not for me to recount all that took
place in the garden. Those who have
known what love is— what happiness it
hinge is the height of its power—will best
understand the joy, the blies, the blessing
of that first uninterrupted hour of our be-
trothal.
Those who have yet to learn are so much
to be envied that it is melees to let them
into the secrets of that enblimestof human
mysteries, lest it should take away from
their happiness when that hour has Bounded
for their initiation ; but that any one can
ever boast of being Bo loved by so pare, so
gentle, so lovely a being as Diane de
Bretenille, is what I may be excused if I
Consider impoaeible.
We went through the events of the past
four weeks — our fears, our hopes, our
diffionitiea, our resolves, and oar trials.
We rehearsed our nicest moments. We
hailed the worst as claims for happy com•
sensation in the future, end our lips sealed
the vows oar hearts had long offered up to
each other.
Time flew, and we were still at the be-
ginning of our conversation, when Diane
was hailed by her mother, and Iwas asked
to go into the marquis' study.
AS we parted with a promise that I
)ehonld return to dinner in the evening,
Diane acid,
"How is it that we love eaoh other 2 "
" I cannot tell," I laughingly answerers,
Yon only asked me to be your friend in
need, and you proved that I was in need of
a little wife."
" Then yon have settled that I shall be
your wife ? „
I looked alarmed.
She ensiled, and exclaimed, "Ask me the
question ; for at present you have only
baked the consent of my parents."
" Diane, darling, will you be my wife 2 "
" I will "; and, suiting the action to the
Words, she kissed me once more, and was
off, laughing as she flew into the house.
" My dear friend," observed the Marquis
to ale ae I Was seated in hie study a few
nsinntes later, " I will not go back upon the * ,* * * *
Mast ; but T Meat say yod, English have a Six years after the evenbe just recorded,
way of ingratiating yourselves with young in one of the old-fashioned villages of the
ladies whioh is not our way, I cannot Mephitic, on an afternoon of Maros, 1873,
blame you, however ; for in other respcote
I own I vennet find fault with, the oonduet
yon have pursued eineo my unfortunate
deoieion in a matter in which apparently,
and to my earprise, I find that Diane's
parents hied, no concern,'"
I smiled.
"You map smile," he went on ; " but
though no doubt in this ease, matters may
and will turn out for the best, still I have
seldom known the wishes of parents set
aside with impunity "
" But, monsieur," I began.
" Never mind the past, my boy. T know
all you were going to say ; bub I have galled
eon iu to spade of the future, and not of
the past. You know my conditions."
" I know that you wish us to live with
you."
" That is a first and absolute condition
of my consent."
" I am too happy to subscribe to it,"
"In the next place, ii children etre born,
to you, they shall be brought up in their
mother's religion."
'' Which ie also mine," I replied.
" Thirdly, I know not what your meane
are ; but Beit of them must be settled on
Diane, and the whole on her children, if you
have oily."
"I will instruct my mar of business ao-
cordingle .'
"Fourthly, you moat fight M. de Man -
pert,"
" It is contrary to our English ideas," I
said; " but there is no oonditioa that you
may lay down to obtain Diane's hand that
I am not ready to subeoribe to."
" That is well ; and laatly, yea will come
to the Chateau de Bretenille with us when
we go there next week. You will take a
house in the village near ne, and make that
house your domicile for the purpooee re-
quired by law. You will visit Diane when-
ever yon like, in the same way ae you might
here, now that you are her recognized suitor,
and you will be married thie day month,
very quietly, in the village church."
" May I have a friend at the ceremony ?"
" You are entitled to one."
" He is an Engliehman, Lord Stookville,
and I wish him to be my best man."
" Another Englishman 1" cried the Mar.
quis, with a emile. "Thank goodness, I
have not another denghter ! "
" Yon could not have another like Diene."
," Dien meroi," replied the old marquis ;
" and now that all ie settled between us, we
expeot you at dinner at seven."
'When I got home I found two gentlemen
waiting for me ; and as I entered they
bowed very politely, but equally etiffiy, and
informed me, almost in the eame breath,
that they ware deputed by le Comte de
Maupert to offer me an apology.
Remembering suddenly (I was too fnli of
Diane to think of any thing but her sweet
self) that one of the conditions of my mar-
riage was to fight this count, I exclaimed
in rather an imperious manner that I had
not yet had time to select two friends, but
that I would set about it at once, and ad-
dress them to these gentlemen.
" Monsieur," said the elder of the two,
" we shall always be glad to see your friends
on any errand of honor whioh you may
choose to select them for ; but oar purpose
in doing ourselves the honor of calling on
you is to deliver to yon this letter, to wbieh
we are instructed at the same time to re-
quest an answer."
This was the letter:
" Moxsieun,—The extremely painful
event of this morning had eo powerfully ab.
sorbed me at the time that I permitted my-
self an aot whioh, I acknowledge, was not
becoming our relative positions.
"Yon had every right to remind me of
my injudicious visit to your rooms, and my
memory ought not to have failed me in re-
gard to it. But stronger even then that
reason is the fact whioh I ahonld have re-
collected—that the Marquis de Bretenille
would never sanction the marriage of his
daughter with one who was no gentleman.
" I request, therefore, that yon will
obliterate from your memory the atter.
anoee of my wounded pride, and direct the
gentlemen who take this apology to you to
any of your friends whom you may select
to be your seconds.
" I hold myself in readiness when and
where you please, but I plead for urgency.
" Accept the expression of. my high con.
sideration. " COMTE DE MATTEB;T."
It did not take me long to despatch three
notes—one o formal acknowledgement of the
above, and the other two requesting Rivet-
alongue and another to call on the count's
friends next morning, and arrange how best
I could kill or be killed.
I had no fear whatever. My alacrity
was each that all next day I even looked
forward to the duel ae sealing in blood the
love I had won, anticipating with hope that
the blood about to be spilled for Diane's
Bake would be mine. It happened as I had
thought. We went out to a side alley in
the Bois de Boulogne at a very early hour
next morning. We bowed, measured
swords, bowed again, abased swords, bowed
a third time, and then fenced. But I was
so excited that I laid myself open to many
a thrust whioh, had I had to deal with a
less gentlemanlike adversary, might have
proved deadly, and I was called to order.
At the very next lunge the count's sword
pierced through my wrist in a parry to the
chest, and the blood spurting out was the
signed of the end.
" Bien panvre compensation!" exclaimed
the count, as he came near to ascertain the
extent of the damage. The doctor hav-
ing assured him he expected no evil re-
sults, and finding that I had not even lost
oonecionanese - though, of course, I must
have looked very ill—the count bowed to
me and retired. Honor was satisfied.
My wound healed rapidly. At twenty
five how all does right itself quickly 1 In
less than three days I was bank at the Hotel
Bretenille, having fulfilled the last and
most serione of the conditions imposed upon
me by the marquis.
Four weeks later, on a bright aunny day
of July, Bob, who had arrived the night be.
fore, and who was not in the best of humors,
accompanied me to the little village church
of Combes-la-Bretenille, which he pro-
nounced to be vary dirty and very stuffy,
and there gave me away to the girl whom
he afterwarde pronounced to be, out and
out, the loveliest creature he had ever seen
in or out of his dreams.
So struck was he that ho amused ne dar-
ing the wedding.breakfast by informing the
Comtease de Bretenille that, had be known
the girl I loved was only half so beautiful,
be would never have allowed me to give np
promotion for the express purpose of keep.
ing my friends away from a picture they
all had a right to admire as a
" chei•d'oonvre. This was neatly put,
and on the whole Bob acgtlitted
himself well ; but he . could not
mallow French mannerism, as he galled it,
and therefore loft by the train following
that which carried Diane and myself away
to the mountains, at an altitude whioh
would bring ns nearer to heaven, to blase
the hour that had given her courage to speak
to me in the pestry-cook'e Shop, to cones.
orate the color which had proved so true to
love, and to recite once more to each other,
Wow) beginning a life of endless happiness
together, that chapter of little nothings
whioh make life, atter all, so pleasant and
so truly delightful.
8 man, with' a, little faded blue ribbon or
favor in hie buttonhole, was kneeling be.
fora a tomb covered with flowers, and from
which armee a marble erose, on whialu wee
written the following ineuription ;
" Tit rose elle a veou oo qua vivant les roses
L'eepaco d.un matin,'
Two little oheldren, dressed in blue, were
on either side of him, toying with, the
flowers on the tomb, while the man sobbed
as it his heart wee. k)reakiug,
An older man—older looking in mane
nes than perhaps hie features warranted—
comae np from behind, and gently touehod
him on the shoulder.
The children looked up alarmed at the
stranger; the cbildren'a father wept on in
silence,
"Allis forgiven beyond the grave," whir•
pored the elderly man.
"But not forgotten," replied the other.
"The history of a life, my poor friend."
"Death in life, yon mean 2 "
" That was what I felt on that morning
when you robbed me of wife."
" That is what I feel as 1 kneel before her
dear remains."
" Let ns be friends."
The younger man shook hands in silence;
and over the grave of Diane de Bretenille
the only enmity she had ever brought about
was forgotten, end forgiven for her sweet
sake.
TEE END.
She Thought She Might Walk It.
I never been on the care before," said
the old lady, settling herself in the seat and
arranging her skirts. " My son got mar•
ried fifteen years ago and we went to live in
Bridgeport. He kept a•nrgiu' me to come
to Bridgeport, but I eve to him : ' I ain't
ever been on the oars and I don't think I
would like it.'
"' Now, mother,' saes he, 'you won't
have no trouble at all. You jest git on the
care and yon have nine cushioned mete,
and you see lots of strangers. Mother,'
says he, 'you would like it, I know.'
"' Well, John,' I said, 'it don't seem
right to me, an old woman, to go gaddin
about in newfangled cars.'
" But every time ho come to our house
he kept e.nrgin' me.
"' John,' Bays I, ' I might go if I could
do some knittin' on the care. Bat I ain't
willin' to set idle with my hands crossed
and do nothin'.'
" " Why, mother,' Bays he, 'I ain't never
see any women do much sewin' on the care,
but, bless you, lots of 'em knits. Yon kin
jest cit there and knit till you gut to Bridge-
port.'
" John,' says I I'll go to please yon,
but I don't think it's right.'
" Now, mother,' says he, ' I'll come up
and get you, or you kin have Henry come
down.'
'" " No,' says I, ' Henry mast stay to
home end look after the farm, and I guess
I kin get to Bridgeport if the oars will take
me there.'
" " They will take you right there, and
will meat you,' says he.
" ' How will I know,' says I, when we
are to Bridgeport ?'
"' Why, mother,' says he, ' the brake
man will put his head in the door and say
what station is ie.'
" So here I am, on the ears for the first
time. It ain't much use for me to be
waistin' my time, and I guess I'll do eome
knittin'."
The little woman pat on her glasses and,
feeling around in her cloth bag with tremb.
ling band, drew forth her knitting.
" Do yon know," she said, turning
around her work and looking at it oloaely,
" the cera ran quite smooth. I don't seem
to mind 'em at all, but it don't seem right
for an old woman like me to be goin' about
on Dara."
She pinked up two or three stitches and
was on the point of starting her slender
needles on their way when the brakeman
opened the door and cried : " Bridgeport
Bridgeport 1 "
What did he say ? " asked the little
woman, with a anrprieed look in her eyes.
"Bridgeport. We are Doming to it
now"
" Bridgeport ? " she said, folding her
knitting. "Now ain't that aggravatin' 2 I
always thought Bridgeport was forty miles
from ne. If I had known that it was so
near I would have walked it. Why, I ain't
been on the train an hoar yet."
Nobody laughed at the little woman.
" Why, John, she said to a big, strong,
honest -faded matt who Dame in to meet
her, " why did you fool me aboat Bridge.
port? I could have walked it in a couple
of hours."
"It's forty miles, mother," he said, kiss
ing her wrinkled face. "It's the oars, you
know, that make it seem short."
"Dear, dear," said the mother. " Ain't
it wonderful 2 "—New York Tribune.
•
A Stoat Woman s " Don'ts."
The stout woman is always asking what
she shall wear. Now these, according to
the Now York Sun, are some of the things
she should not wear :
She should not wear a, tailor-made Buil
fitting her figure closely. It brings Out
every pound of flesh for the benefit of the
looker-on.
She should not wear a r Bette at her
belt.
She should not wear a lane or ribbon
rnobe about her neck, though the soft
feather one is permissible if it have long
ends.
She should not wear a short skirt.
She should not wear her hair low on her
neck.
She should not wear a string of beide
about her neok, rings in her ears, or, if her
fingers are short end fat, many rings on
them.
She should avoid high sleeves and loose
gloves.
She should shun champagne.
She ehould hate ice-oream.
Umbrellas in Demand.
In a recent isene the London Standard
gives the following item of trade and gen.
eral interest, implying far-reaching possi-
bilities for one of oar most vigorous indus-
tries: "No article sent out to the Congo
State, where there are 40,000 of people and
any number of small potentates,is so popular
and Bells so readily for a large cam as the
huge, gay umbrella, of whioh Brussels now
produces tons every year. Those umbrel-
las aro, in a oertain way, the insignia of
royalty—that ie, they are muoh prized by
the bleak kiuglebs who sit beneath their
grateful shade; What the canopy used to
be to the travelling monarchs in the time
of the orneadee, the umbrella is to the in.
numerable feudal chieftains of the Congo
to -day."
Cruet.
" What ie it now, dear 2" said the gentle
mother, as her married danghter came into
the house and flung herself sobbing into her
BMA,
" Ohl mamma," acid the heartbroken
yonng thing, Charlie le 00 cruel. Last
evening X told him I was sure his smoking
would ruin the drapery, and without a
word he went to work and took down every
curtain in the hoose."-Peck'd Sun.
White pine boards aro now made by re•
dnaing small trees and limbs .to pulp and
pressing in mold*.
CANADA'S EARLY DAYS.
In Chatham During the Mason and Slidell
Excitement.
SHERIFF M'KFLLAR AS A SOLDIER.
Chatham au Asylum For Escaped slaves.
(R, efathesen, in Chicago Canadian -American).
In " looking baokward" over my life's
career, I find I have some reminiscences
of the town of Chatham, the county seat
of Kent, in Ontario, and pleasantly situated
on the banks of the Thames river, whioh
tends its meandering and gentle course
through Oxford, Middleaex and Kent,
emptying at last in a low and marshy
month into Lake St. Clair. It was along
its banks that General Proctor, in 1813,
made his ill•j adged retreat, and at Mora-
viantown the " Battle of the Thamee"
resulted unfavorably to the allied white
and Indian forces, and the brave Tecumseh
wile slain.
From January, 1860, until July, 1862, I
was a citizen of Ohatham, and discharged
the duties of headmaster of the County
High Sohool, or Grammar School, as these
institutions wore then called. Thia was
an eventful period, not merely in the
history of the town, but of Canada and the
United States, as the latter was the scene
of fratricidal strife, and any desire that
may have existed in the breaste of Cana-
dians for closer union with the United
States received a seb•baok which yeersleave
not yet removed. The United, or rather,
ae .Punch had it, the " Untied States," did
not present a very inviting spectacle just
then. Great ermine raehing at each. other
over a widely extended field of operations,
an immense debt being daily piled up at
an appalling rate, the currency falling
to about one-third its value in gold, end
a feeling of bitterness and intolerance
spreading over society in general, and
against Great Britain and her dependen-
cies, inoluding of course Canada, all these
tended to estrange two peoples, who else,
like kindred drops, had mingled into one.
I remember that at the time of the Trent
diffioalty, when the two Southern emis-
saries, Mason and Slidell, were taken from
on board a British vessel, the feeling ran
particularly high, and war seemed immi-
nent. All over Canada the youth sprang
to arms, militia companies were formed
and drill sheds were erected, evidencing
that the spirit of 1812 still smoldered in
the hearts of many young Canadiene. In
Chatham, as a border town, end from its
vicinity to the Detroit river exposed to
the first brunt o! war, the moot intense
feeling of patriotism prevailed, and
even d, quaker•like ae I am on general
principles, was affected by the mili.
tare sphere. Under Capt. Archie McKellar,
now the venerable and respected sheriff 'of
Hamilton, but at that time the most popu-
lar man in Kent county, a company was
formed, and I went into she awkward squad
and learned the mysteries of hay•font and
strew -foot. However, like Pliable, I soon
tired of the good work, and with the giving
up of Mason and Slidell, the danger of hos-
tilities wee averted. Daring this time I
have seen whole regiments of Federal boys
in blue sweeping across Canada with their
arms and accoutrements, carried by the
Great Western Railway from the west to
the east across the peninsula between
Detroit and Niagara Falls, and had they
chosen to attack Canada at that time, we
would have been comparatively at their
mercy.,._ .
'there was and is quite an African popu-
lation in and neat Chatham. At Buxton,
in Raleigh township, there was a settlement
founded by the Rev. Wm. King, a Presby-
terien minister and teacher, who mann•
emitted the slaves that came into his poises.
sion by his marriage with a Southern
planter's daughter, Mrs. King entering
into his philanthropic projects, and the
result ware quite a settlement. In 1860
Buxton presented quite a unique appear-
ance, consisting of rows o1 straggling huts,
giving the spectator the feeling that he had
suddenly landed in darkest Africa.
Many of these people were fugitive slaves,
as Chatham was one of the headquarters of
the underground railway, and while it con-
tained many negrophobiets, these were of
the lower order of whites, and were more
than counterbalanoed by the numerous
friends of their race, especially among the
Reform party, headed by McKellar, David
Mille, McSween and others. John Brown
—the ono with the ever -marching soul—
was in Chatham just before the raid, and
laid hie plans before his followers ; and
daring the war his herculean eon, John
Brown, jun., and hie widow came on a
recruiting train, and I went to a public
meeting they held. They were the types
of the poor and despised in their day, but
their nobility of eotel is now amply vindi•
Dated before the world. The colored people
had some clever orators in those days,
including the Shadde, Isaao Holden end
others.
Chatham in 1860 presentee a most woe.
begone and dilapidated appearance, it
having been before the crisis of 1857 a
boom town, but it was then a " basted "
boom, and about half the business places
were closed up. The buildings, with the
exception of the Eberte and a few other
blocks, were tumbledown wooden etruo.
tures, built up after the numerous fires.
The town hall was an old affair, and near
it stood a row of one story shanties called
" Pork Row," which has been long since
replaced with imposing brick struc-
tures, and I suppose, from the
favorable reports I have heard, that
I would not now recognize the old place,
after an absence of twenty.eight years,
should I, Rip Van Winkle like, snddenly
drop into the town. Time works wonders,
especially for a town so well located for
commerce as Chatham. With communi-
cation by water and steam, with grand
agricultural surroundings, and no rival
towns in its vicinity, why should it not be
prosperous, and recover from any number
of " basted " booms ?
In my next I shall continue this topic,
whioh is by no means exhausted.
Came Honesty to Them.
" I have fifteen olooks I'd like to sell yon.
"I don't buy stolen goods, sir."
" Why, they weren't stolen, my dear sir.
I was married yesterday."
Right.
Cameo—You oan lend a horse to water,
but yon 0501 make him drink. ,
Banks—Just the game with a Colonel,
isn't it
The words abstemious and facetious
are said to bo the only ones in the English
language that contain all the vowel' in their
regular order.
Caatomer—Yonr safety f matches are
abominable things. I can't ever get them
to light. :Storekeeper—Well, what greater
proof of safety oonld yon desire 7
The light seen through the now eye.pieoe
of the Liok telesoope will be 2,000 times as
bright as that seen by the nailed eye.
Montreal ie to have a now jail which
when oompletod will coat a million dollars.
SIPHON THE STOMACH.
Great Scheme for the Relief of Dyspeptics
Has Beau Diecevered.
During the past five years several
pbysioiane have tried with gratifying seem
oeSe a novel treatment for dyspepsia and
cancer of the etomaoh. The process is
very simple and. not dangerous. A long,
flexible pipe is passed down the throat
until one end is in the stomach. The
upper end has a funnel attached, into
which hoc water is poured until the
stomach is filled. The weight of the water
in the pipe and funnel gives a hydraulic
pressure suflioient to slightly distend
the stomach. The pipe has au aperture
big enough to hold a lead pencil.
After the etomaoh has been filled
the funnel end of the pipe turned
down until it ia lower than tine Bottom
of the stomaoh,` and the etomaoh
is emptied ae a barrel of any fluid
ie entered through a siphon. The process
oan be repeated several times. The result
is that the undigested food and muoua are
washed out and the hot water closes the
blood vessels and reduces inflammation.
The relief is immediate. The dyspeptic
may have his etomaoh washed out before a
meal, so that he can take a fresh start.
After the elapse of a sufficient time for
ordinary digestion, the etomaoh may be
washed out again. The process has been
in use in the New York hoepitel for some
time The stomach pomp has been mainly
used incases of poisoning and is considered
to be the first essential before administer.
ing antidotes. But they ere eo seldom
used that few physicians have them.
Recently in a case of poisoning three
prominent physicians wore applied to for
the use of a etomaoh pump, and neither of
them had one, and the patient had to be
taken to the hospital.—New York Sun.
Wolseley on the Saloon.
Lord Wolseley has recently written a
very earnest article in " Stead's Review of
Reviews," in whioh he refers in plain and
bold language to the moral and material
effects of the drink traffic on the British
nation. Here are some extraote ; they are
the words of an earnest, loyal man, and
surely they ought to have their weight.
Similar statements oan be truly made in
regard to matters' as they stand in Canada.
Lord Wolseley said : " To me, London
ie a pest house of infamy, of terrible im-
morality in its worst sense. I cannot go
a hundred yards in any direction without
seeing a public house where large plaoards
tell you that " Cream Gin " is sold cheap
within. Outside I see a dozen or so who
have now voices in the management of our
pnblio affairs, more or less tipsy. Take a
turn in the Strand or in Piccadilly at 9 or
10 p. m. Who do you find there ? Look
at your thieves' quarters ! The horrors
and abominations of London would
not be tolerated even in Cairo for a day.
We only make onraelvee ridioalons by
declaiming itgeinst what we style sins that
we sanction around us. When I Bee strong
measures taken in England to prohibit the
sale of poisons in the form of spirits of all
sorts, then I shall believe in the new
British Reformation. It is to me in our
present state a monstrous imposi-
tion and humbug to preach abroad
what we dare not carry out at home.
There is a great deal said in this article
about soldiers. Now I am certain that I
know far more of our soldiers and of their
manners and onetome and node of morality
than most writerscan, and believe methat,
man for man, our soldiers are far more
moral then their brothers and cousins in
civil life ; the strict discipline under which
they live amounts for this. There is mnoh
less drunkenness in the army than in the
0188808 from which we obtain the largest
proportion of our reoraits. Do let nn give
up theory and let us deal with facts as we
find them around ne, and if we mast test
our theories let ns do so at home. Let the
preacher deal with the foul diseases whioh
he finds around him, and when he has
cured that, then by all means let him travel
farther afield."
The Whalebacka a Success.
The arrival on Wednesday night of the
MoDougell steamer Colgate Hoyt renews
the peculiar interest in her. She did not
come down so fast this time as on the
previous trip, for the reason that she had
the barge 104 in tow, whioh she left in
Ohio with ore. She did, however, tow the
barge from Detour to Port Huron in 23
hours, and on the up trip she sailed from
the Sault to Duluth in 26} hours. She
encountered rough weather, too, but ap-
pears not to mind that mnoh. Seas break
over her, bat do not beat against her as in
the case of other vessels, as she preeente no
flat surface to them.
The shipyard at Superior has at present
seven whalebacks on the stooks—throe
steamers and four barges. One steamer
will bo the same ae the Hoyt, but the one
intended for salt water is built short
enough so that she will go through the
Weliend and St. Lawrence locks. She is
enough deeper and wider to make up for
the lack of length It is the intention to
build three more next year, two barges and
one steamer. An effort will be made to
produce a 20 mile boat in the steamer.
With the seven whalebacks in commission
here is started and projected a fleet of 17
vessels, five steamers and twelve barges,
with a carrying capacity of not less than
35,000 tone. It looks as though the
American Steel Barge Company had the
courage of its convictions.—Buffalo Ex-
press.
Baroness Becomes Salvation Lassie.
Tho Salvation Army in Berlin has found
a new and unique recruit in the BaroneeB
Margarethe von Lillenkreutz. She is bean-
tiful and thirty years old. She is the
daughter of a Swedish knight and the
widow of a Swedish captain. Before her
conversion to the principles of the army she
led a gay life in St. Petersburg, Stockholm
and Berlin 'sooiety. The Salvation Army
has not, however, as the conversion of the
Beroncee might indicate, had very easy
task trying to " reach the sinners of the
Babylon on the Spree." They have been in
numerous rows in Berlin. In a restaurant
in the Rheinsberg stream ten days ago six
warriors who were attempting to convert
the workingmen drinking there got com-
pletely "done up" by the Droved, who ob-
jected to beim; disturbed at their beer.
Backbiting.
New York Herald: " Bahl" said the
sealskin unique in the front pew to the
plash cost in the rear one, "yon are a
fraud."
"Maybe," returned the plush, " bat
you're) nothing but a skin:"
John Haokley, who has given a $100,000
library building to Mnekegon, Mich.,
worked his way from Baltimore to that
city twenty years ago, a poor boy, on a
lumber voasel. He made a fortune in lam.
her.
Strange that a drink is only "set u "
before it goes down, never after. p
The British milkmaid `IB tin -made
now, The oowa are milked by machinery,
and Beem to like it.
She—He telke like a book. He.—W dt n
pity he doesn't shut np ae easily*
WOMAN'S INT17ITION.
Nearly Always Bight in Her Judgment
In Regard to Common Things.
An old gentleman over seventy, came.
into the oity from hie farm, without hit
overcoat. The day turned chilly and ha
was obliged to forego his visit to the fair.
To a friend who remonstrated with him
for going away from home thee unprepared„
he said : " I thought it was going to ha ,
warm ; my wife told nee to take my over,
ooat, but I wouldn't. Women have more
sense than men anyway.'! . .
A frank admission.
Women's good sense is said to come frons
intuition ; may it not be that they are mom.
close obeervers of little things: One thing
is certain, they are apt to strike the nail on
the head, in all the ordinary problems of.
life, more frequently than the lorda of crea-
tion.
"According to Dr. Aline Bennett, wha.
recently read a paper on Bright's disease
before the Pennsylvania State Mediate'.
Society, persona subject to bilious ettaokne.
and sink headaches, who have crawling
sensations, like the flowing of water in the
bead, who are 'tired all the time and
have unexplained attacks of sadden weak-
ness, may well be suspected of dangerous
tendencies in the direction of Bright's dia-
08ee."
The veteran newspaper correspondent,
Joe Howard, of the New York Press, in not-
ing this statement, suggests : " Feasibly
Aline is correct in her diagnosis, bat why
doesn't she give some idea of the treat-
ment ? I know a man who has been 'tired
all the time ' for ten years. Night before
last he took two doees of calomel and yea-
terday he wished he hadn't."
A proper answer is found in the following
letter of Mrs. Davis, wife of Rev. Wm. Jo
Davis, of Basil, 0., June 2let, 1890:
" I do not hesitate to say that I owe my
life to Warner's Safe Cure, I bad a con.•
scant hemorrhage from my kidneys for
more than five months. The physicians:
could do nothing for me. My husband
spent hundreds of dollars and I was not
relieved. I was under the care of the most
eminent medical men in the state. The
hemorrhage ceased before I had taken one
bottle of the Safe Cure. I can safely and
do cheerfully recommend it to all who are
sufferers of kidneys troubles."
Temperance Notes.
Thei norease of temperance sentiment in
the Beptiet Church in Wales is indicated
by a sentence from Rev. J. Davies, who
says : " 0£ 500 Baptist ministers only
200 were total abstainers ; bat out till
fifty-three students in the colleges only
one was not included in the ranks of
abstainers."
Mrs. John B. Gough is in a critical oon<
aition from spinal trouble and is elmoet
helpless.
Fifty thousand persona paraded at Dub-
lin last week in honor of the memory
of Father Mathew, the apostle of temper-
8000.
The W. C. T. U. ladies will be delighted)
to see that the Hon. W. E. Gladstone has
taken as part of his platform " Temperance
and Woman Suffrage."
Biehop William Taylor, replying to an
invitation to attend the National W. C. T.
U. to be held in Atlanta next month,,
presents in his brief letter a striking com-
mentary upon the evils reeultmg from the -
liquor traffic in Africa. He says : "It
would afford me special pleasure to accept.
were it possible, for yonre is the real issue
of the day and of great import, not only to
American homes, for whose defence yon:
stand in the name of God, but, also, in its
relation to mission work in heathen lands.
PoorAfrioa'e deplorable condition under the
rum curse is darker than when the etealing of
millions of its people caused Livingston to
call it the " open sore of the world." A.
hundred ateamebipe that sail from
European and English ports to the west■
south and east coasts, carry aprinoipsl
cargo of rum and gin. Hanibnrgalone, by
two lines of steamers, exported to Africa.
200:000 tone of rum last year ; and many
other oities, including oar own Boston, are
engaged in the nefarious business of turn-
ing a Miseiseippi of death and destruction
upon the defenseless Afrioane, annaally
deoimating whole sections of that country.
Oar only hope is in the gospel. God blue
yon in your great work.'"
Manners of Men.
No man is as great as he is going to be.
No man eau please his oppenent is
bueines8.
No man ever lost anything by keeping
his month shut.
Age has a quieting effeot on a man that
we have never noticed on anything glee.
There are some meaenres and eome ascii
that you might as well atop fighting ; you
cannot make headway against them.
If a man ever tells a lie the day will
earely come when it will face him while be
is trying to condemn falsehood in another.
Probably one reason why couples get
along so well when they are engaged ia
that the woman never asks the man for
money.—Atchison Globe.
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WANTED.
(From Life.)
Two arms around my neck entwine,
A. smooth cheek closely presses mine;
I know what such caresses m•an
And in my chair I backward lean.
"What is it, danghter mine?" I any,
" What ie 1t that you want to -day?
Some more new dresses, or a hat?"
"No, dear papa, it isn't that."
"I hope it isn't laces, then?"
"You dear old dad, just guess again"
"More diamonds, or perhaps a pearl?
No? Then what do you want, my girl?"
"I don't want anything; you see
It's Tom this time, and -ho wants me."
Badly Out of It.
Reporter—Can I Bee Mre. B. ?
Servant -She's out, sir.
Reporter—One of the family, then?
Servant—All ont, sir.
Reporter—Well, wasn't there a fire hero
last night 2
Servant—Yee ; but that'e out, too.
A Dissembler.
New York Sun: " Io Mr. Jones in 7"
asked the young man timidly.
" Yee, sir," was the reply.
" Then please hand my card to Miss
Jones, and tell her I'm sorry she is oat,"
returned the bashful caller, scurrying away.,
A Protectionist.
Drake's Magazine: ", Why, Mr. Brown„
why are you nailing up you front gate 7"
" Well, with so many daughters I have to
take some steps for eelf•proteotion."
A drove of hogs in Hudson, Miob., be-
came intoxioated by drinking the saner
from a (sorghum factory, and in the orgies
whioh followed one hog was drowned by
the gay debauches.
Prof. Shaler says that a distinguished
physician of forty years' practice told him
that he had never seen a mulatto who
had attained the age of fifty years.
Fried peppers are a new mode of indi-
gestion.
Most people seem to think a rumor is,
like a enbeeription list. Every time it
oomea,'to them they add something to it and.
pans it along- to the next.
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