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Exeter Advocate, 1906-10-25, Page 7 (2)The Accusing Eye §0464001•0444~4404WW44*tieeN/WV "ely dear doctor, your Viewer 'is eetotandine." 'di :tell you, Ballinger, I have one hte yored theory; relieve established My die- ecovery a an ached fact. `lf have donee pleted rely aperetus and toted raw dis- covery a dozien thaws with varying sutd cess, but he all my experiments I have net had oire tactual failure. After all ds it so very wonderful? You look into my eyes—what do you see?.. A reflection of yourself. The human eye is a photo-- , graphic. plate, only .mflliou tame more sensitive than any we can manufacture. tAs we open our eyes the objects im- mediately in our line ef vision are pho- tographed on to the retina and fleshed to the brain. Turn your eyes else- where, and the last scene is instantly wiped out and another one takes it$ rpleee.. WheariVO4pow older this.wiping out process does not act with such roe pidity—that is to say, it takes the retina a foi,v eeconds imager to receive the new vision with distinctness." "And you maintain, Dr. Schema; that When a person dies the last object seen 4s retained in the retina of the eye?" "I assert it is a fact, that for eorne hours after death the eyes of a deceased perebn retain an impression of the last geiew taken ,in before, death:: and 'e there ,Than that, the apparatus I have Invent- ed will photograph the eye and reveal the last ohject seen by the deceased." "And how long -Mar death does the • eye retain the picture?" . "It, dependg a great deid upon how the person dies, If death comes very slow- ly, the picture on the retina fades slow- moin auneidereble ticeuneeey lees, ancl ho chief factor in this neferioue r5fq2eL117.0 119 F3OR310 deeigning women evitli W14210 MN: nephew'. teaod to he infatuated." "Etat ,9tAmly you 01.11.04 to be eleliged Mr. Ceeperi for giving you the infor. !nation?" '7 tell you, Ballinga, that I was grateful, and 1 enpreeeed my indebted - twee to tem, but when he supplemented hie news waif th information that It eeeef: the object of 4 silly vendetta it lost my temper.' "A vendetta?" 'Yes; you leao* the old story of 'how I saved iny wire frau marrying this Gospel's father. My life was threaten- ed in the eld days, and it appears the elder Caspari hies been, 'nursing his w'rath to keep it warm,' and has now ,sent a man to England to kill me." "But this is seriou,s, "Rubbish! When I married Marietta Saroni 1 'lived in Italy for twelve months, surrounded by the whole fam- ily of Caspari. I was not afraid then, although 1 had nearly narrow eecapes, Do they think to terrify me now? I told this young man what I thought of hifn and his family and ordered him out of the house, or I would give him in charge of the police," After Spending an hour or two inathe company of his sweetheart,. Ballinger returned to his studio in ,that blissful state of mind only known to lovers. On the following morning he superin- tended the packing of the portrait and dispatched it to John Robie's house. lie spent a busy day with his sitters, and io the evening went eto dine with some friends, and it was. nearly eleven o'clock when he returned to the etudio. The houseen which he lived was let out In three suites% and Ballinger occupied the top one, As he went to open the door 'leading to 1114 staircase he touted; to his astonishment, that it was already unlocked. At the door of his studio lie listened, and although there was nolight show - 1,y with every breath, and then the pie- mg. he heard someone moving about. tures 1 get tire very indistinct; but the He entered the room quickly, the moon greatest successes I have had have been light was streaming through the roof - with those who have died violent window, and crouching in front or an ' deaths." empty easel was the figure el a man. "How do you account for that?" As Bellinger switched on the light "It is simple enough. A Man Is ire full the man turned, and revealed the face possession of his faculties; say thet he of Ciprian Casparl. is shot through the heart, and death is "What are you doing herer asked instantaneous, then thEi retinae retains Ballinger. a full, clear picture, •ttod , my apparatus "Ah! the portrait, the portrait—where will photograph that *picture from the is it?" , eye as distinctly as if I had focused my "Which portrait do you mean?" camera on the object itself." , Caspari rose to his feet, His hair was "Then if a man was murdered?" dishevelled and thereewas a wild, mad ; "I should immediately photograph the glare in his eyes. C3 e of the victim, and if I did not ott. "Which portrait?* Ala you know, there tali" a picture of the criminal himself '1 is only one in the world 'rhe portrait of should get an eye scene of the crime Miss Mary 'Roble. I came to see it and which would prove invaluable. But, it is gone."' • 4, bah!' I have 'talked enough about my- "It has been sent to Mr. Robiess house. :self, I am • becoming an egotist, Show Why do you wieh to ee art. me your portrait of Miss Mary Robie." "Why does one wish to look !upon the The two friends' afforded a marked face of the woman he loves? Ala you contrast asthey stood in the fading need not start and _clench your lists. light of the studio, Dr. Schema, short, -You surely do not think that you are the and burly, . with thick features, and a only pne with a heart to be affected by huge head covered with a mat of hoe; her beauty and loveliness? No, no; do and Geoffrey Ballinger, the rising young net be afraid. Once I hoped, I dreamed, Artist, a slim, athletic figure, with hand- and oh, heavens, how sweet a dreamt some clear-cut features and that inde. You had woo, yet still I dreamed. Then 1 thought to kill you, and then as time went on I learnt what your death would mean to her. I -would not cause her one pang even Weigh it brought me happiness." "You .are upset, Caspari; sit down." "No; I am going now; but I Want to tell you something first.. Do you knew why I came to England?" "I cannot shy." "I came to England/ to kill John Ro- ble. Do I alarm you? Ahl, you do not ,know us of the South.„ John Roble wronged my father by stealing his bride and my father swore a vendetta. From my earliest youth I was taught to hate John Roble, and my father's , vengeance was deputed to me. Yes, I came here to kill him, and then—" "And then?" "I saw Mary Rebid. She is the' liv. ing image of her mother, the beautiful Marietta Saroni, and when I saw her I ,understood my father's hatred of John Roble.. Yes, I saw her, and I loved her with an adoration that turned me from my purpose. .John, Roble is safe. I go now." - And before Ballinger could- put out a hand to stop lain the Italian had glided out of the room. Much disturbed at this strange inter- view, Ballinger thought for some time es to what was best to be done, and then deelded late as the hour was, he would call round and tell John Roble what had happened. It was just half -past eleven when he reached Wilmington Square. The house was In darkness save for a light in the drawing -room, 13allinger rang the bell and waited, but no answer came, and then he noticed that the door was open. Presuming on his Intimacy with drawind-ro°M' the family, he entered, and went to the Turtling the handle of the door he entered, then suddenly his feet gave way upon some slippery substance and he fell headlong into the room, crash- ing forehead against a cabinet and snapping his left arm. fie lay there motionless for a few minutes, and then slowly recovered. Raising himself up he saw that his shirt -front was obi:Trod with blood; then as he looked around him he gave a try of horror.. A few feet away lay the body of a man. Bal. linger looked at him, and then he knew that he had slipped on the life -blood of Optical Caspari. Fascinated with horror, 13allingere knelt by the body. A keen -bladed Bur- nam 'dagger lay oradthe floor, and as he pielted it up enechanically he recogniz- ed it as one pelongitag to himself which need to halt 'over the mantelpiece in his studio, And as he knelt them with the knife in his hand and the dead man's blood staining his lingerie he sud- denly looked up and found a policeman :daring ,,at Ballitagerehed but a dim recolleetion ef what followed., lie awoke the follow - log morning to find his head bandaged. Itie left arm in splints, and a, policeman, sitting by hie bedside. Then lament- brances erowded thick upon hit, and he wits just about to epeak when the door. opened and Dr. Schernil entered the room. "Alt, Ballingee, you are awake!, This ie a bad bueitiess, my boy." "I must warn you, dr," pa' in the pee lieenean,Ithat you aro fit custody upon nese, what'll, if suoceanfuh inierdae 61414011 of having natudeeed serlbehle air only to be met with in.the circles of the artistic and deep-thinkiing. Geoffrey Ballinger drew an easel' into ' the light end uncovered the. picture. It was the portrait of a young girl painted evening dress. The features were small, but beautiftilly modelled; the nose short but perfect, the mouth. exquisitely curved, the dark hair over the low fore- head, the warm tint of the skin and the delightful expression of the face formed at Once a picture most beauti- fuland. artistic. "Ah! she is beautiful—exquisite.. Miss, Roble is of Souther, extraction, Is she not?" "Yes; hee. mother was an Italian—the beautiful Marietta Saroni, - There was some roan/Ince attached to the marriage; I believe. When John Roble- met her some twenty years ago She was en- gaged to a man named Caspari, but John flobie was so desperately in love— an affection which she reciprocated— that in spite 'el all obstacles he carried her off." . "Casparil Then the Ciprian Caspari whom I have met here—" -I e"Is the son of the Caspari who was John Bobie's rival." "Alai a line young fellow, but mad, an enthusiast, a fanatie. I have notic- ed him when Miss Mary Bobie's name Is mentioned, his eyes light up with enthusiasm and gleam with love, then he books at you and the fierce look cf hate transfigures his Mee. He is a dangerous man, Ballinger; I should be- . ware of hint° "Oh, I am not afraid," answered Bal- linger, with a laugh, "and I am not jea- lous. Well, doetor, take your last look; the picture goes 'to me. Rohle,s house ,to -morrow, and you won't see it here • egain." . "Ahl then I will say good-bye te jt end also to you, unless you are walk- ing any •way." "Yes; we may as Well go to-gether. 1 , am going to call Upon the Robles." They walked together for some dis- tance, and before they parted Dr. Setae - Mil gave his friend a final wardirig. , "Remember what I said about Ciprian Caepari—do not trust him." Full of amusement at the earneetness of the doctor, Ballinger pursued his way to Wilmington Square, where John Ro- ble and his daughter lived with every oppearance of' Wealth end prosperity. As hehapproached the house the door opened' and a gentleman earrie rapidly down the steps and herded away in the slr, opposite direetton; and Ballinger recog- nized Cipiran Caspar!. Gordon, the staid and rotund butler end general factotum of the establish- , mead, kept the door open when he naw. .1311111r1gere "Mr. Casparl seems to be in a hurry, "Yes, sir; some little differenee with ,the masteree'igh words in the library, the" answered Gordon, In a discreet lerlesper. And when Geoffrey Ballinger went In 4.) greehhis future father-in-law he found, John liokilo In a thwering passion. "You seem upset, Mr. Roble."'" "I tun upeeh Ballinger, and by that fellow Ceepari. 1 have, as you know, great intereets in iittaly, where they' are ably bellied rate* by my nephew. This fatiatleal Hallett teit,4 Ina acquainted me with a plot directed against my 1111Pi. Ceepori, and anytneg you say new + may he used In evidence against yeu," "That is alt, right, offileere, 1 have 110, thing te eeneeal." And he gave Dr. Selemil a detailed oecount ef what had happened. "And evhen you veent tcWilmingten Square you did not eee Mrliobie er bbs daughterr se,W- nobedy. Have you seen Mary? flew does shebear the,news?" if,*Ithe .farnfly Cp4120 et experid Ing te admit C.A,CW3 4. "t + it the mintry home and that ef th A + DUI i e ollse $ Emnenar9s tof-riv:of,cte2.,x.,:ichoemp7120,,..,03,1,1,319011tId entertainment, end the fitting up of the , gueet ClIQUIL er ehould Le a $tudy in making Be temprery home the!, wii beeathe a Weleeme to ()nee friende. fu S'0,11)3 DAINTY DiS11174. Given the nclereentale of ea p,,rc oc ablo eleeping apertenent, there are eee "The strange part of it is Ballinger, , . Jain little touches that must be addei that, althonesit Mr. Roble 13nd his daugh- Indian ' Xidney DieheeSian and cut that are 0. reel neeeeeity to the eenefer ter were at hone) last night until nine teome kidneys, eay ,fout for a small dish, o'clock, their present vAtereabouts can- not "be discovered; and another strange fact is that Gerdon, the butler,' is inis- 6.1101(To".o'il-. 'heavens! What does It all mean?'' ' , • highthi brown in -a little butter, then of the •guest. In many eeeee theee little cook in some well-ilavored curry, sauce. additions aro to be made Just before tile when tower dish vi,,ith the sauce and tgoueleictrairnrdiviveeidueirtrttoti edni6trechtopisfe.reriee good border -of boiled' rice. A omall table furniehed with pen end Veal AtOuld.-----Boil. a knuckle of veal eeec keened be supplied; it will save her very gently in six quarts of water, tee emiloyanee oe , osking fox- those When 'tender remove the bones, chef) things, and feeling that she is CallSillg the meat, and add the liquor (freed extra steps. A visitor must write some fret* fat and greatly mimed). Stir in betters, for she must keep in touch with two teecupfuls of breaderumbs and a her hinnc. seasoning of pepper, salt, and allepice, A few beaks and late magazines flue in a, wetted mould and serve cold should also be found in the guest la - with salad. c am leer. There are times daring the day -Lemon Puffs,—Beat the juice of a !ergo when the hostess will be occupied with lemon with half a pound of finely pow- household duties and errands and the dered sugar, adding ae you beat it the guest can entertain herself if such 1,1Vtlitle. al lie; thouegorgwhipped to a eliff things are placed convenient for her, ro ghly mixed, add A pitcher of weter is another impor- three eggs and - the 'grated rind ora tent 'tideland Id her teeth; theee igen() lemon. Beat again till well Mixedgreater comfort than, to find drinking Strew some sheets of rice paper with water atways witlein easy reach. It is sugar, drop the mixture on then!, eat a by Hale thOughteul acts that the tactful little sugar over, and bake in a brisk hostess is distiramelehecl, and it marks oventhe difference between too much free- I:INIT:104 Furipttetrhae.—rTehmisali:saoreafullegwaoyf dom and too much formality in enter - mutton. Cut the meat into pieces 'the sitttoilloivnegrlaoa'hdotis4. house guest t;ithit sttePillsis6irtbietIlltkot , length of one's finger. Fm Flavor some slitswill feel that sheehas upset complete salad oil with ()ohm juice, lemon juice- ly the household 'regime and he un- , att- end pepper. Brush over tbe meat.. wine'. eornfortable in .eonsequence. And a the mixtureMix a pinch of ground hostess map likewise he so lacking in o n Is- spice with a beaten' egg, dip the fritters Mlle ..attentions that the visitor will be intthis, thehake them in breed Conscious of , the •neglect. The nice . 'i . crumbs. Fry in deep fat till a golden P0111t in entertaining house gueSts es to Color, drain, andeerve iery hot leave them enough freedom to make Opaque Jelly.—One pint, of new milk, them feel that :they are one of ,the family one tablespoonful of brandy, three er Circle for the time being and sail give all the attention that is necessary four lumps of sugar, and half an ounce. them oLbest gelatine in an enamelled sauce- for their 'comfort, pan, and stir over a slow fire 4111 the A proper fitting up of the guest chem. ber will do much toward contributing gelatine is dissolved, taking (great care that the, milk does not boilwhen a to the little comforts of the guests with little cool add the brandy and a few out them being conscious that a special drops of lemon juice.. Pour into a wet effort is being made in their behalf. mould and stand in a cool place. TO .serve garnish with' stewed fruit. . °I cannot say juet now; but the cook and housemaid were given, permission he go out, and they left the house at nine and ,returned .ati.a little after elev. en-thiriy. The front door was open and the house was empty, eove for you and Caspari." "But, Schema, you don't suspect—" "I suspect nothing that 1 can put into words just now. i want to warn yea, though, that in a few hours' time there will be en -inquesteei now gp te.tfake a photograph of the dead manes eye, and see if Caspael himself will not reveal to. us the secret of his death." _A few hours later Ballinger was talt- en to the coroner's court, and in the course of the proceedings related all that he knew to the coroner and jury, He told of the quarrel- between John Roble and Caspar', and how he found Casparl in his studio where .he vowed his love, for Mary Roble, and stated that he had come to Englandhto .kill John Roble, Then the visit to' Wilmington Square, the finding of theopen doer and the body of the deceased man, Although he told his story straight. forwardly the facts seemed very much against him. The acknowledged quarrel, the act of following Caspar' when he left the studio, the ownership of the dagger, eared the feet that the Man had been deed but a few Minutes when the police came upon the scene all condue- ed to prejudice the jury. After Ballinger had given his evidence the caroller, commenting upon the ab- sence of John Roble, his daughter, and Gordon, the butlee, decided to .adjourn the inquiry for two days, 'and, while directing., that Ballinger should be de- tained in custody, informed Win that every facility would 'he afforded him Ecu' seeing his friends. During the afternoon, while he was brooding• over his position, DrhSchemil Was announced, auid Ballinger sprang up gladly to greet bus old friend. "Ah, doctor, you bring me rime?" eyes, my dear feiend; but whether iminutes before putting in the oven. you will welcome xne after you heye 'With a smell brush rub over the tops heard It I ain in doubt." "It is bad news," then. You took the photograph?" _ "Yes; and the result is the greatest success I have yet obtained' 'To not keep' xne in suspense; tell me at once:" . "Caspar!' had • been dead but a few minutes when you found him; and my photograph shows distinctly elielast person he saw before he inet his death." 'Who was it? Tell me—tell ,rnet" Dr. Schema took an ,envelope from 'his, Pocket and laid a photograph be- fore Ballinger. He looked at it for an instant, then buried his face On his arm. "Oh, Heaven! Not that—not that.' For the photograph that lay before him he saw the face of Mary Roble. "Bear •up my friend. The photograph proves nothing; all May be well." But She must have seen him the in- stant before he died, and. then her sud. den disaPpearance with her father and Gerdon, the only other persons who were in the house. What does it mettn?" "We cannot say just et present, Bal- linger, but to the meantime I will keep this evidence to myself; perhaps in an hoer or two the mystery may be cleared - Left to himself, Etallinger was plunged into despair; tobeunder suspicion him- self was bad enough, but to even hint that Mary Roble 'MS in any way guilty was torteare, and yet—the photograph. An hour ,later Dr. *Schema came to see htmeitegain. "Good news, my friend—a telegram from Roble. Bead it --read it," With trembling hand Ballinger seized the missive:-. °Have just heard dreadful news, We will be with yott as soon as possible.-- ilobie." -- "Thank goodness; there must be some 'mistake,. or they would not be coming back." - "I hope so, my friend, I hope so; any - Way, I will inqt the train end briag them bore at once." It is impossible to describe the Imptiti ence with which Ballinger counted the minutes meal the elobie,s could arrive, but all things come to an encL, and at THE GUEST 'BOOM. last the door opened, and Mary was sob- bing on his breast. • The nada° carries with ft visions of "Iely poor, poor love, What borate old-time hospitality, and wherever It is mistake is all this; what does it mean?" possible to preserve this relic of bygdrie "I cannot tell you yet, darling, except days it ehould be done. It emphasizes that 11 Is emistake; but wby4uI you the fact that the whole weadd is Mtn, leave Wilmington Square so hu' I' and that like King Arthur's round table, "I can explain that," said John Ro- ble; "alie news that fellow desperi ge.ve me was true, and' I received e telegrent asking me to go to Italy without delay. We had just time to catch tee 'Ma tram to Dover, and I left Gordon a letlee explanation4to post to yoa " "I have, not received it; and where is Gordon now?" "Alit that is a mystery.' "Oneinomeitt," said Dr. Sherrill; "you have both heard'of my discovery nbcet photographing the oyes of a dead per - soar; Good; now you left the house at ntne-thirty, and Caspar' died stem after eleven -thirty. I' have, photographed the retina of one of his 'eyes. tine ties i the result. Now do you mount for it?" Ile laid the phologetteli lit front te Mary Bottle, eiho tOolted at it in worelee tor a moment. "This is my pilot°, certamiy, but it is taken in the eame inns that 1 wore when Geeffrey eeas painting my per. trait, and I 110,170 not Nei id en "Alt a light breaks in , am. Where is the portrait never "In the drawing -room at Wilmington Square." "I, eee it; 1 have it. Caspar! Mole the daggee frOin your studio, and with it teroavi' itted suicide in front of your po. toad Breakfast Cakes. — Melt onet HINTS FOR THE HOME. ounce and a half of butter In a little A good beefsteak, however well warm milk, with Which make a leaven, cooked, will not be at its best unless using half an ounce ef good yeast; add served directly it is cooked. half an ounce of caster sugar, and after Every sauceptin that has been used it has risentwo yolks (if eggs. Beat the and finished with should be filled with Mixture thoroughly together and stand cold water, a lump of soda put into eor half an hour. Then make up inte and set to hen out . cakes and let them rise for twenty-five To, Utilize Scraps of Lemons.—Having removed the. yellow rind and the 'juice for flavoring, the pulp should be dipped into salt; and used for cleanig copper pans: . - Make potatoes. look .white and floury by boiling in as little water as possible, strain, and take at once to an open door. Give the potatoes a vigorous shake in the pane let it remain uncovered at the side of tho stove, for five minutes before serving. • Lampe ',should be filled daily and the chinuleys polished at. the same, time. Once a month either wash and dry the wick, or have a new one, -end you will find that your rejected lamp burns without smoking and /dyes a good light: When baking apples remember thin they ate dusty even before they are picked from the trees, and that if bought in a town they are sure to be dusty. Apples, therefore, should al- ways be rinsed before being cooked. Wipe the fruit dry carefully after wash- ing, Ilnd cook at once. To keep walhuts from becoming dry pack them while fresh in earthenware jars, sprirecle with salt, place some damp hey on the top; cover the jars, and keep them in a cdol, dark place. Before using make•a-brine in the proportion .of a- teaspoonful of salt. to a pint of water, soak the Walnuts in this for' twenty- four hours, then dry them in cloth; walriuts may also be kept in damp sand in a cellar. Dry walnuts may always be freshened by 'Soaking in brine, ' with white of eggeand bake in a steady oven. Bread and Apple Pudding.—This is a delicious dish, and when you have a good quantity of breaderumbs prepared is the time to serve it. Butter the inside of a pie -dish, and line it with ,bread - crumbs to the depth of half an inch. Fill with peeled and cored 'apples cut into nice pieces, scattering a Mae sugar between the fruit. 'If the dish is very deep, have another layer of bread - crumbs half *ay up it, and theft apples. Cover with breadcrumbs, season with ar little cinnamon, and 'dot bits of butter over Bake in a 'steady oven til) the apples are thoroughly cooked. Serve hot • Lemon Cream Jelly.—Set in a stew.: pan one pint of milk, six ounces of loaf sugar; the grated rind of three lemons and one ounce of gelatine previously soaked in cold water Dissolve these in- gredients deer the fire, then let the mix- ture 'cool for a short thne and stir, In the yolks of three eggs, which should not be beaten., and set all -en the fire to curdle. Afterwards strain, and when cool add the juice of the three lemons and the whites of the eggs beaten to a: stiff froth. \Stir all quickly and lightly together and .pour Into a wet mould. Turn at to serve. Sponge loll.—Take a teacupful of flour and mix it with a teacupful of colter sugar and a teaspoonful of baking pow-. der. Break two eggs rone at a time into a cup, and then slide into the mixture. Beat all well together for five minutes. Grease a Pudding tin,- spread this batter on it, and bake in a sharp oven for frye minutes. • pailway Pudding:—Have a teacupful WI eself-reislog flout and work into 11 one ounce and a hell of good beef drip, ping or butter, add a good pinch of powdered ginger, and a heaped table. spoonful .of, caster sugar, Beat up art egg with a little •milk, and with it mix the dry Ingredients' into a nice little bat- ter, Bake un a greased pudding dish for three-quarters of an hour. Turd out, to serve, And pour round a nice s'weet sauce flavored with grated lemon rind. At this monient an officer entered the room. "I am glad to tell you that Gordon has been found.- Ile is in hospital, badly in- jured. Ile was knocked down by a mo- tor -car whae going to post two lettere on the night ef the tragedy. The letters were found. on him, and botiaaare ad- dressed to Mr. Ballinger. We have op - erica them, but it may relieve you to see One ille‘1‘11;s the letter written by Mary Roble to explain their absence, but the other was in the hand of Cagliari:him- se11. 81came to your :Studio to -night to die In front of her portrait. Gordon is go. Ing to poet this for 111C, and when he is gone I will earry out my intention. May you be, happy with her, Farewell: Ciprian Caspari." MI is well that ends well, and at the adjourned ineueet, the jury had no hest. lotion Pin bringing itt a verdict of "Sul. eide while of uneetend mind"; and al. though Dr. Seltemil lute startled the world With his wonderful diecovery of post-mortem photography, he is always very earefttV to make no raintake in Jim : "I wonder whether anyone, will bi1ngtfljte forth the l evidence, of the aeever invent a 6itept typeweiteir?" Tim : euslug "Not 60 long tte woinen are tentpleyed," AS ORDERED. A wel-known lawyer, whom we may call John Jecksonf because that is not hes name, reeently engaged a new. office - boy. Said Mr, Jackson to the lad the lkawayronolng:m — y waste -paper tker "Who bas- ket?" "It 'AS' Mr. Reilly," said the boy. "Who Is Mr. Reilly?" asked Mr. Jack- son, "The porter, sir." An hour later Mr.Jackson asked:— "Jimmie,- who opened that window?" "'Mr. Peters, sir." "And who is Mr. Peters?" • ,, "The window -cleaner, sir." Mr. Jackson wheeled about and looked at the boy. "Look here, Jaurfee," he said, "we call men by their first na es here: We don't 'mister' them in this office. Do you understand?" 1"nYetse,nminutes the dor opened and .a small shrill vole° said:— "Theree a mali here as wants to See you, Sohn." ° THE BUTIGLAB'S SEASONS. Capt. Spencers senior prison miesioner of the Church Attny, of. England, tells a story of a certain convict's philoso- phic view of his existence. "Well,' tny num,"b asked Capt. ,Spencer, "what do you de whea you are out of prison?" "Well," said the conviet, 9n spring, I does a bit of pea picking, and lin the stammer tline I does a bit of fruit pick- ing, and in the autumn 1 does a bit of bop pieli Mg." "Ohl" said the captain, "what hap- pens after that?" "Well, 1110Wi Mister," replied the con - vie, "I May as well.be honeet, and fell you thee in the winter time I doee a bit of pocket picking I" The missioner furrowed hitt. brow in amazement, asking finally, "And what happens then?" The eoneict answqed laeonically, "Why, hop I ata detail a bit of oakum picking." - SUICIDES WEIRD BURIAL "THE LAWS' OF ENGIAND IRV* MTNLU1 JOMUV' tho Dark of N,ght the Coffin Wag Lowered in III -cad A elating° secne eves witneeecd, BeaeonetiNd i,Erigland) eteurelayard at the buriel of fileetereh 1 i lle atteeheet :Mesaower, the wife a his employer,, ,and afterwards conernitted suicide. After the eerdiet of fiukido, the core ner gave the churchwardens a, burial order, but aceording to law it nee sary for the interment to take place be: tween `Si p.m. and midnight. In the ob-1 6e1r1Ce of the rector, the curate, the Bev). W. D. ilawken, who19 greatly esteemed in the neighborhood, took charge of tit& arrangements, doing everything possi-: ble in aceorclanee with the law to avoid hurling the feelings of the relatives. VErlY DABIC 1\11011T. se The,eret ' I ihn°1,11 lel' t 1,1)i fineinditeetrin;xeindtlay ‘evea-e9nin.kgell large crowd gathered, The eoffin was *heeled, to the extreme corner of the graveyard. it was a very dark night; and with the flickering lights of the Ian/. terns, the scene was sombre and even. weird." The church ...itself was locked., The curate stood at the open, grave black cassock. In, dead ,silerice the cof-i lin was lowered, when suddenly Child's el sister, in a, voice broken vvitle emotion, exclanned,."May God have mercy on his soul—rnore mercy -than he has had from men r A laboring man standing In th -erovid he a lane alongside the church- yard cried, "Hear, hear 1" "GOD DELP THE The cry of the dead men'e sister seemed to accentuate the feelings oll those present, and a, well-dressed etrane ger by the graveside turned to the Reve W. D. Hawken a,nd said e— . . "Are you a priest, of the clnarch?" "I am. . -"Have any prayers been said?" "None," came the reply of the curate, "And you are one of the priests of the church to which I belong?" "By v7,hat right de you ask these qu "By the threefold right of an \English- man, a professing Christian, and, a ' member at the Church of England," was •the stranger's reply. In a cairn voice the curate said :— "The laws of England have been kept to -night, whatever you may say." ' "Then God help the laws of England!' rejoined the strangee, who was then lost sight of. CHURCH FORBIDS. As the few mourners Moved 'away there was an ugly rush by the, croarcl. Some ribald remarks were passed, and one woman narrowly, escaped being pushed into the grave, A storm of wind and ram shortly afterwards swept over the nameleSs'grave, .No flowers Were placed on it until Saturday, when Mem- bers of the family deposited a croes and wreath of vari-colored flowers plucked. from their humble cottage garden. The Bev. W. D. Ilan -ken WaS much pained at the occurrence, but explained to a London' Daily •Iall representative that, the order,of the church is clear upon the matter. At the opening of the service for theburialhof the dead occur these words :— "Here is to be noted *that the office ensuing is not to be used for any that, die unbaptized otd excounnunicate or; have laid violent hands upon theme selves." ' 1 "This men.," said the eurate, "had for- feited his right to Chrietian' burial. It Would have been a mockery to give 'such a man Christian burial. What is the good of giving a heathen Christian burial?" • .,. WITH A 14,I1ND OF MS OWN. " The Sort of Man That Mr. Stiggly 'Fan- cies Ifere Set Forth. • "I like a man with a mind of hfe own," said Mr. Stiggin. "Right or wrong, I like a man who knows what he thinks and who is not afraid to speak IL I hate a, man who doesn't know what he thinks, or who is afraid to say. what ' he does think. "Now there's Jones, I say to,Jorn,es, on a lowery morning : "'What do you think, •Jonesy? Thinle I'dbnedon betterlakes :umbrella V „A "'Take an embrella? Why, within' twenty -tot minutes ida be 'raining blue, green and purple pitchforks; and, If you haven't got a boiler -iron umbrella with I-beam ribs you'll be speared to death and then drowned, Sure you r- eva,,noer asnutuwmobseeelliat had happened to be Bobineon I asked ; another man who mows what he thinks, and Bobinson ? Foolish 1 In twenty minutes all he as clhar as a bell All blne oswky, sky.' couree, Jew% and. Robinson,. eiehildn't both be right, but I would. rather lug an umbrella drenched i) lestsiliyo,vafnolg-: lowing jones,.or get Bobinson—be, led by a man who had a' mind 'of les own and wasn't afraid to speak iteethan to hear what 1 would get from Snibbly if I asked bit: "'Better take en umbrella, hadn't I?" I say to Snibbly, lo hear him saying: es, 1 suppoq, it would he eafer.' "Snibbly doesn't know what he thinke about the weidlier, or about anything, else; and 11110 does know weer he thinks! 110 tiqS111 11 c, ay ‘sIlto ti.ioltililidi‘l\ciiiitasteitilinnti n‘tvi Rohl nitielai: heuIthitinkkos own, and he Is, everyWhere,: the manl that makes 116 wheels go 'found." ,"Thunder and guns 1". eitelaimed thlet Old gentleman, as he was given 'the hilt' for his only daughter's leet gown. "but you cost a pile of money." "Well, palm," she replied, demurely, "if you wouldn't sit Int the dining -room with the door open when I am enteetaining Mr. 1111111,11e17 bit bit .fil'a11,111r4001111. 7eu'd, Mend a better chance of getting rid-ec tlt� Oxpenee."