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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1895-11-15, Page 2THE VICAR'S GOV RNESS. TErE J RV SEL8 _$_A NV O'YE1kI11ER 15, 1890, it and Bent to the Academy, Ilut out. the eremite even to think of such a side lies its ohiof beauty, for there are thing, Iain glad you bath still set- tee swelling weeds, and the glimpse of fiefent grace left to blush for {your evil :green, iron,,steel-blue, beneath the rays fee�Y laugh, what a terrible scolding T Of the setng sun, And beyond is le gave you before leaving hopne? d bowed head "' Tf you intend to toll me anything, G. wran, wore Olariesa lives with her I dui," SeMeneesr it' to MY dying With d vii st Y 1 s faother Georg eY on ' cenduet, o vcu Teen caber, with the fax,off sicman as it gleams, new a ca P es d' how muche P t y, sa a i X Was r jamee, Bic Lands, thinking sadly th " Mies' Pep. i , Clartsssi is all that is charm; s fatigues me to doe. says Y ton. in a tone a dignified re u not anything � o show more e What, dams Arthur wan ? . as , A little thfug —a more tr;fie, „ I h will keep that vow; ' • dships as of simply wants ria to Marry rte,' „ intense, for ver daylife. Her 'eyes, saes Miss, Peyton, with inioccnt malice, nothing, Counessi frier met. Dorton,"° says Clarissa, calor. ns , f every„ande y half suppressed, that lib tie worth unlosa years a ing s ow d u warm y, i and eincerlty, he Feels might find some outer subject to fest gray ; her hair Is daxk,; her mouth, trmmn Andimtine on moo oey Peyton a rake prove their depth A< though somewhat large, is porfeot ,and day. G g do so' beating deaut the bush a way. charming, She so tborcntghly frightened before or fres gis tai slight, vette' indeed earth has since, Chen and there I registered a too old; be is for new nares and ef d' 'f' d b ke 1 gs fair. Sbo vow Pevor again to interfere with any faces, ate eine 'had been all th is tender, too,and true and very ear one's daughter. wo im he new man is H e r too earnest oo I ope you fill to b t st pe #laps a degree h ver gone to l 1 but A ”' T think you twin Etat of beauty are deep and a Emil o d no leaning toward the present possessor, on; I her smile is indescribable, so sweet it leomo questions, and presently Sir James e g T never made a )oke in my life; is telling him certain facts about tee —knows' him too short k hope I never shall returns B is so soft and lin ermg a time to i e „ Brain: - or dislike, to praise or blame. combs, reproachfully. " What have If Id'ow, as his eyes wander down the done, athatmeouT sh eldn80 spoken the long table, to where be wan see the Birch plain,, unvarnished truth, To see tO empty chair of him who mate with my wife is the dream of Arthur s 1 , such unearthly tranquility in the the his sole ambition. And just now, you Plumber above, the thought of bow know, you freed you Were quite u lent a till it pared to, do anything for btm. "� soon a compaxativm stranger will 1 an't, with any sense of honor, back causes him a bitter pang. And, as he out of your given word.' so muses, the door opens, and they all I never heard anything so absurd, come in,-*Sartoris first, with Clarissa, so foolish, so nonsensloal l " says Miss. pale, and quiet ; the brothers—Peyton, resentfully. so like,Nonsensical ! My dear Clarissa 1 yet so unlike—following. pray consider my--' stupid s , It is more 1 it is right down Old Simon, rousing himself, watches ' of; him," With jealous eye to see the place sosays de Clarissa, who pfeelin.s.. w ,]de- clines to consider any 'one's feelings... long occupied by Reginald usurpedby You needn't pile up: my agony any another. But he watches in vain. , higher," interposes Bransoombe, meek - See Loris, without so much as it glance ly, 'To my everlasting regret I ac - takes the chair at the knowledge myself utterly unworthy of in its direction,you. But why tell me in such round lower end of the table; and the others, terms? I assure yyou I feel exeesaive- following his lead, seat themselves at ly hurt and offended. Am I to under - the sides without comment of any kind; ; stand, then, that you have refused whereupon ; Gale draws a long breath. me ? " and vows fidelity to his new lord upon I worse, if 9 ule understand e herword,"tsaess g the spot. Clarissa, holdingupbefore him a little rItl is a dfemal meal, dull, and die- I clenched hand would-be threaten- piriting. The ghastly Egyptian muminn seems ,present in full force,, if not i laugh manner. ar subdued fashion ' andbehe moves on toward the open hall -door, he following. but literally eats nothing. No one tip- Well, I forgive you," he says, as she pears possessed with a desire to spealt, steps into her low phaeton, and he ar- and indeed there is little to be said. ranges the rug carefully around her. When luncheon is nearly over, a small ,Though you don't deserve it. (What dark object, hitherto unseen, creeps out ridiculous hands to guide such refrac- :from some forgotten corner, and tory ponies 1) Sure you. are quite com- stretches itee.f forlornly; it is poor Portable? Wall, good -by; -and look Re inald's tavorite dog, that ever since here,"—teasingly,—" I should thk cif his death has lain crouching out of over ite were you. You may notg sight, but now, driven by the pain of so, excellent a chance again ; and Arthur hunger, comes creeping forward, whin- wall never forgive you: ing piteously." Your uncle, though charming, and He goes" a to the accustomed chair, a very dear, is also a goose," says. Miss but,finding it for the first time, empty Peyton, somewhat irreverently.. and deal to his complainings, turns Marry you, indeed 1 Why, I should quite as soon dream of marrying my seat, to seat, without accepting food at brother1" disconsolately away, and passes from any of their hands, until b: comes to Well, as I can't be your husband, Clarissa. She, stooping, raises him to ie would be rather nice to be your her knee (her lashes wet with tears), brother," says Mr. Branscombo, cheer- • and feeds him tenderly with the dainty fully. "Your words give me hope scraps upon her plate. that you regard me in that light. I The whole scene, though, simple, is shall always think of you for the fu - suggestive of loss and loneliness. Sar- ture as my sister, and so I am'sure" with an eloquent. and rather mis- goes'to the window to hide his emotion. ohievous pause—" will Horace)" torts, leaving the table with some haste, Dorian follows him. Whereupon Hor- Miss Payton blushes a sin; much ace, rising too, crosses to where Cla- more vividly this time,—and, gathering rissa sits, and bending over her, says up the reins hastily, says `good ,y something in a low Sono. for the second time, without turning The moments fly. A clock upon the her flushed face to his, and drives mantelpiece chimes half -past four. rapidly up the avenue. Some bird, in the exuberance of its mad Bransoombe stands on the steps joy, scurries wildly past the windows. watching her until she is quite lost bartoris, with a sigh, turns from the to sight behind the rhododendrons, and light, and, seeing ,bliss Peyton and Hor- then strokes his mustache thoughtfully. ace still deep in conversation, frowns That bas quite arranged itself. I slightly. should fancy," he says, slowly. Well, Horace, will you tell Durkin I want Ihope he will be very good to her, dear to see him at, once in the library," he little thing 1" says, very quietly, yet with some la- tent ---- tent irritability. CHAPTER II. In one moment," replies Horace, un- .. Her form was fresher than the morn - moved, going batik to the low -toned rose dialogue he bas been carrying on with When the due wets its leaves." Clarissa. —Thomson. I am afraid I must lay myself open to the charge of rudeness," says Sar- Pullingham-on-the-Moors is a small, • toris, still very quietly, but with a pe- untidy, picturesque village, situated on culiar smile. But it is important, the side of a hill. It boasts a railway and I must see Durkin at once. My station, a police -barracks, a solitary bo - dear Horace, oolige me in this matter.' tel, and two or three well -sized shops. Shall I not see Clarissa to her car- It is old-fashioned, stationary, and, as riage first ? " says Horace. raising his a rule, • hopelessly harmless, thougb dark eyes for one moment to his uncle's now and then dissentions, based prin- fan cipally upon religious grounds, will Dorian will see to that," says the arise. old man, slowly, but so decisively that These can scarcely be avoided, as one Horace, bidding the girl a silent but half of the parish trips lightly after warm farewell, with a bad grace de- Mr. Redmond, the vicar (who has a parts. subdued passion for wax candles, and a 'How late it grows," says Miss Pay- craving for floral decorations), and ton, glancing at the clock; and, draw- looks with scorn upon the other half, ing from a side pocket ber own watch, as, with solemn step and slow, it de - she examines it attentively, as though mends the high hill that leads, each to assure herself the huge timepiece Sabbath, to the ' Methody' Chapel be - on the mantel -shelf has not told a de- neath. liberate lie. I must go home! Papa It never growsolder, this village, and will wonder wbere I have been all this never younger,; is seldom cast down or longtime. Good -by, Mr. Bransoombe," elated, surprised or demonstrative (she is still, naturally, forgetful of the about anything. Ina quaint, sleepy new title). I hope," very sweetly, fashion, it has its dissipations, and ac - you will come to see us as soon as knowledges its festive seasons,—such ever you can." as Christmas -tide, when all the shops Thank you, yes, I shall come very burst into a general bloom of colored soon, says Sartirfs; and then she bids cards, and February. when valentines him good -by, and Dorian follows ber adorn every pane. It has also its fair from the room into the great dark hall days, when fat cattle and lean sugar - .outside. sticks seem to be everywhere. "Slow °bangged he is I " she says, A marriage is reckoned an event, and turning suddenly to him, and indicat causes some gossip: a birth does not,— ing by a little backward motion of her possibly because of the fact that it is a head toward the room she had just weekly occurrence. Indeed, the babies left, the person of whom she speaks. in Pullingham are a , joy forever." How altered l—Arthur, I mean. Not They have their season all the year now, not by this grief ; , it isn't that : round, and never by any chance go his manner, to me especially, has been out ; " though I have heard people fool - altogether different for a fortnight ishly liken them to flowers. They past. Ever since that last picnic at grow and thrive and blossom all over Anadale—you remember it—he has not the place, which no doubt is greatly to been quite the same to me." the credit of the inhabitants. One- " Let me see; that I think, was the sionally, too, some one is good enough evening you and Horace drove home to cause a little pleasurable excitement alone together, with that rather un- by dying, but very seldom, as the place certain brown mare, was it not? " says. is fatally healthy, and people live bere Dorian, with no apparent meaning in until they. become a social nuisance and his tone. iffy dear child, I dare say almost wish themselves dead. There you are mistaken about Arthur. Your is, I believe, some legend belonging to imagination is leading you astray."the country, about an old woman who ' Noe it i is not. I am the least m- had to be shot, so aggressively old did aginative person alive," says Miss Pey- she become; but this is obscure. ton, with an emphatic shake of her About two miles from the town pretty head. " I can't bear that sort one comes to Sartoris, the residence of of people myself ; they are always bee- Dorian Bransoombe, which runs in a ing something that isn't there, and are line with the lands of Sorope Royal, generally very tiresome all around, the property of Sir James Scrope. len rather vexed about Arthur, do you Sir James is a tall, rather old -young know B man of thirty-two, with a calm, ex - Don't mind him," says Bransoombe, pressive face, kindly eyes, and a some- easily. He'll come all right in time. what lanky figure. He has a heart of He` is a peculiar fellow in many ways, gold, a fine estate, and—a step -sister. and when he sets his heart on any hobby, rides it to the death." " Has he a hobby nowt " " Yes. He has just formed, and Is now trying to work out, a gigantio scheme, and .cuts up a little rough every now and then because all the world wont see it in the light that be does the letter at least in thespirit• ar toric, having taken a glass of, sherry, trifles with the meat upon bis plate "Poor man I " says Clarissa, sympa- g thetically. ' No wonder be seems high and pothpous as itself, stands the though unconsciously. "I was only strange at times: it, is so depressing castle, where three months out of the surprised, puzzled, You are so then g - Miss Jemima Scrope is not as nice as ns she might be. She has a face as herd door opens, and baro pe—healthy and as her manners, and, though consider- bronzed from foreign travel—enters ably over forty is neither fat nor fair. staid and calm as ever. She has a perfect talent for making " Why, you have forgotten me," she herself obnoxious to all unhappy enough says, presently, in a low tone of would - to come within her reach, a temper like be reproach. ' While I—I knew you at Hate the Curet," and a nose likelthe once.': Duke of Wellington. I have not forgotten," says Scorpe, Somewhere- to the loft, on a hill as takin her hand and holding it, as Her mother died when she was nine i Holy 'Land, and Asia generally, that years old, and from that time until rather upset his preconceived ideas. she was twelve she spent most of her I "yet I still believe ft meet be the life with the Bransoombe boys,—rid- ; moot interesting spot on earth, be ing, fishing, sometimes oven shooting, says, still clinging to old thoughts and with them, The effect of such train- settled conviobions. ing began to make,itself felt, She was Well, it's novei, yon know, and the fast degenerating into a tom -boy of the first water (indeed, 000 of the purest gems of its kind), when James Sorope, who was even then a serious young man, came to the rescue, and induce her father to send her from Gowran to a school at Brussels. Virtue is its own reward," they tell us: let us hope Sorope felt re - Warded I Whether he did or not,d know he felt considerably frightened when Clarissa (having discovered who had been the instigator of this " plot " to drive her from her beloved Gowran) came down to ScropeHall, and dash- ing into his presence like a smalls whirl- wind, abused for his well -meant inter- ferenoo in good round terms, and, hay - Mg refused even to say good -by to him, had slammed the door in his face, and, starting from home next morning, had seen no more of him for six long years. At seventeen, ber aunt; Hon. Mrs. Greville, had brought her back from Brussels to her own house in town, where she kept her for twelve months, and where she once more renewed acquaintance with her old friends Do- rian and Horace Bransoombe. Mrs. Graville took her to all the most de- sirable balls of her season, to concerts and " small and earlies," to high -art entertainments of the most " too,too, '. and, having given ber free scope to and, having given her free scope to break the hearts of half the men in the town, had sent her at last to her father, hopelessly in love with a de- trimental. The detrimental was Horace Brans- combe. Mrs. tzreville was intensely annoyed and disgusted, After this her. care all her trouble, to have this bap - w n 3 the he had married her own girls greatesteclat, had not made one false move with regard to an of fashion, and that,' says Sir James, tar Cher vaguely. In feet, you are no- where nowadays if you haven't done the Bast; but it's fatiguing, there isn't a doubt. The people aren't as nice as they might be, and honesty Is not con- sldered the best policy out there, and dirt is the prevailing color, and there's a horrid let of sand." When he had shaken hands with, and been warmly welcomed by Mr. Peyton, he turns with some diffidence toward the girl in the clinging white gown, who is smiling at him from the win- dow, with warm red lips, half parted, and some faint amusement in her friendly eyes. What a dismal ending 1" says Clarissa, in a tone suggestive of dis- appointment. " But how lovely . it looks In piotures 1—I don't mean the sand, exactly, but the Fast." Most things do. There is en old grandaunt of mine, hung in the gallery at Sorope--" " How shocking I" interrupted Miss. Peyton, with an affected start. " And m the house, too 1 How unpleasant 1 Did she do it herself, or who hanged her?" Her picture, you know," says Sorope, with a laugh. " To hear that she had made away with herself would be too good to be true. She looks absolute) lovely in this picture I speak of, al= most too fine for this work -a -day world; yet my father always told me she was ugly as a nightmare. Never believe m paint." ' Talking of Scrope," says Clarissa, " do you know, though I have been home now for some months I have never been through it since I was a child'? I have rather a passion for re- visiting old haunts, and I want to see it again. That round room in the em, and now to see Clarissa(who tower used to be my special joy. Will with her beauty and fortune, might you show it to me 1—some day8-any have married any one) throw herself day?" away upon a penniless barrister seemed ' What day will you come?"' asks to her to savor of positive crime. Sorope, thinking it unnecessary to ex - Horace, certainly, so far, had not pro- pressthe gladness it will be to trim posed in form, but Mrs. Greville was not to point out the beauties of his home to be hoodwinked. He meant it. He to this new -old friend,—this friend so was not always at her niece's side for full of fresh and perfect beauty, yet nothing; and, sooner or later, Clarissa, so replete with all the old graces and with all her money, would go over to witcheries of the child he so fondly him. When she thought of this loved. shocking waste of money, she groaned I am just' the least little bit in aloud; and then she washed her hands the world afraid of Miss Scrope," says of the whole affair ; and sent Clarissa ` Clarissa, with an irrepressible smile. back to Gowran, where her father re- " Se I shell prefer to come some time ceived her with open arms, and made when you are in: On Thursday, if much of her, that will suit you. Or Friday ; or, if not then, why, Saturday." --� " Make it Thursday. That day comes CHAPTER 111. first," said Sorope. " 0 Helen, fair beyond compare I " Now, that is a very pretty speech," y declares Miss Peyton, vast encourage - I'll make a garland of thy hair,, went in her tone. " Eastern air, in Shall bind my heart for overman', spite of its drawbacks, has developed Until the day I diel " your intellect, Jim. :Hasn't it B " Across the lawn the shadows move The old familiar appellation, and the slowly, and with a vague grace that saucy smile that has always in it some - adds to their charm. The birds are thing of tenderness, smites some half - drowsy from the heat, and sitting half forgotten chord of Sorope's heart. He bidden in the green branches, chant makes no reply, but gazes with an their songs in somewhat lazy fashion. earnestness that almost amounts to All nature succumbed to the tierce scrutiny at Clarissa, as she stands in power of Phoebus Apollo. the open window leaning against a "The morn is merry June, I trow;background of ivy, through which pale The rose is budding fain." ' rosebuds are struggling into view. Bach flower in the sunlit garden, is Within her- slender fingers the knit - ng ting -needles slowly, glinting and glist- holding up its head, and breathing ening in the sun's hot rays, until they fragrant sighs as the hours slip by, seem to emit tiny flashes as they cross unheeded, yet full of a vague delight, and recross kaoh other. Her eyes are Miss Peyton, in her white gown, and downcast, the smile still lingers on her with some soft rich roses lying on her lips, g her whole attitude, and her pretty lap, is leaning back on a low.chair in raoeful figure, clad in its white gown, the deep embrasure of the window, iy making a poor attempt at •working. " Like a picture rich and rare." Her father, with a pencil in bis hand, " On Thursday, then. I shall sae you," and some huge volumes spread out be- he says, not because he has tired of fore him, is making a few desultory looking at her, but because she has notes. Into the library—the coziest, raised her eyes and is evidently won - if not the handsomest, room at Gow dering at his silence. "Good -by." ran—the hot sun is rushing, dancing " Good -by," says Clarissa. genially. lightly over statuettes and pictures, and Then she lays down the neglected knit- lingering U both wed head. able delay upon ting (that, indeed, is more a pretense Who is this coming up the avenue B" than a reality), and comes out into the she says, presently, in slow, sleepy od middle days the room. For the sake of hall tones, that suit the day. " It is—no, did I shall see you to the anal it isn't—and yet it is—it must be James don no she says, brightly. No, papa; Scrope 1 " do not ring: 1 m7agelf shall do the I dare say. He was to have re- honors to Ten." turnedyesterday. He would come here (To be Continued.) as soon as possible, of course.' Rising, The Anta.retie Continent. he joins her at the window, and watches the coming visitor as he walks his There is every reason to believe that th horse leisurely down the drive. What a dear little modest speech I " Antar tic continent,oertain evidences of th says Miss Peyton, mnlioiously. ' Now, xietence of which have but recently been if I had been the author of it, I know some one who would have called me discovered, is considerably larger than vain I But I will generously let that Europe in area. It contains more than pass. How brown Jim has grown 1 8,0001000 square miles. Mr. U. E. Borah Has he not B " grevink, who has journeyed well into this What clear eyes you must have, child, Has he? 1 can namely see so far. region and has observed it carefully, de - and what a fithful memory to taco)- alaree that it oontaine some large and fierce lett him without hesitation, after all carnivorous animals at presene unknown to these years 1" science. It will be remembered that neither " I never forget," said Clarissa. sim- the polar bear nor Ivy other large oarnivor. ply, which is quite the truth. "And Dna land animal has been found in antarctic he has altered 'hardly anything. He latitudes. Mr. Borchgrevink, however, was always so old, you know, he really thinks that he has diecevered traces of couldn't grow much older. What is some euohcreature from the huriouswounds his age now, papa B Ninety B" observed on the backs of a number of seals. Something over thirty, I fancy," It was frequently noticed that the furry sayspapa, uncertainly. l Oh, nonsense 1 " says Miss Peyton. skins of these animals exhibited scare ludic- " Surelyalive of wounds theyhad received. At you romance, or else you are an invaluable friend. When I grow first it seemed reasonable to suppose that brown and withered I hope you will ouch wound, were received id the furious' prove equally good to me. I shall ex- combatswhioh,undersertain oircumetanoes, pest you to say all sorts of impossible seals wage against each other. Careful things, and not blush when saying examination of the traces of these wounds them. Ab 1—hero is Sir James," as the has shown that they could have been made only by some immense, powerful animal,at. present unknown to zoologists. to be baffled. Why don't you help him, Dorian?" " It would take two to help him," says Mr, Bransoombe, looking faintly amused, "CouldI be of any use?"—eagerly. "I would do anything I could for him." " No, would you?" says Bransoombe, his amusement growing more percep- tible, ' I'm sure that's very good of you. I dare say, if Arthur could bear you saythat, he would go out of his mind with joy. ' Anything' is suob a comprehensive word, You're sure you won't go back on it? Quite sure,' with seine surprise. " My dear Clarissa, is it possible yon ltsagrtsdornBh Arthur's latest yet seen siggS twelve the Duke and Duchess of Spend- ed. All seems so different. A lett e leton, and some of their family, put in child when last I saw you, and now a dreary time, They give two balls a lady grown." one fanny bazaar, a private caacert, and Oh, yes, I am quite grown up," says three gardenparties—neither more nor Mise Peyton - demurely. I can't do less—every ear. Nobody likes them any more off that sort of thing, to vary much, or just the some reason. oblige anybody,—even though papa- The castle is beautiful) situated a who adores et Juno and thinks all, wo- s y and Ig correct' in every detail. There are Queen Anne rooms, and Gothic apart.' ments, and'Blizabethan anterooms, and staircases of the most vague. Thee are secret passages, and panels, and sliding doors, and trap dove, and, in fact, every net of door you could men- tion, and all other abominations, Art- ists revel in it, and grow frenzied with joy over its impossibilities, and almost every year some room is painted from' men should be divinely tall -bas often asked me to try. But," maliciously, "are you not going to ask mo how I have'progressed (isn't that the right word!) with my studies? You ought, you know, as it wee you who sent me 130 dobaca," "I?" -says Sir names, rather taken If aback at thin unexpected onslaught.. Yes, you; repeats sho, with a lite tle nod, "Papa would never have had A Queen for a Landlady. It may not be generally known, but it i a fust neverthelese, that Queen Lil, of th Sandwich Iolanda, is a propertyowner and a taxpayer in Winnipeg. When her agent. Air. Davis, wag through here a year or so ago he made Borne purchases in hie cover- eigdo name. He also erected the fine briok store on the corner of Market and Prineese• street,: now occupied by Mr, 0. H. Wilson as a furniture store. It is not everybody who enjoys the honor of having a Queen for a landlady. -✓Winnipeg Tribune. Or It Wouldn't Fl oat., Tommie—Papa, what does it moan when it nye: Cast your bread upon the water°, and it shall return after many days? Father --It mane, my eon, thea your mother never made it. REAL :PIRATES, They Jaxlst to the Maier Sed Raaforu Wntere EepeolallY, Ae a matter al foot, Shore are plenty of pirates extaet,althougb they are seldom so bold in any eeae as le attach a vessel flying a European flag, The Malay and Beaten waters swarm with eeemingly commercial junks and prows, which wear all the air of respeobabUity, but are none the lees PP 8 Constant welch for beoalnied traders and ergo chips undermanned, In the Formosa channel tine Outward and homeward pee engem will Bee apparently innocent 80e• eels leleurely drifting in pairs before the Wind. They drag between them a huge gable to which is intend a sweep nob ; and if nettling better turn up,they have. to lie content with what tunnies and turtle they may thus eaten off the Peen dotes, or the Parente, or in those waters, the home of the cyclone, where rises the lonely Piedra Blanca. If, however, a Ton- kinese or Chinese rive or opium boob drifts by, and no embarraseing'1'luropean boat le near, the nets are drawn int the swarthy fishermen getout their spears and muskets, and combine to board and 'ravage the uoluoky trader, OUTTINe THETHROATS of all on board, and oinking the junk when she bad been thoroughly cleaned out. In. 'larvas have been known in which Canton or Foochow pirates have 'hipped as seem- ingly harmless and respectable voyagers on board even European steamers sailing out of Chinese ports, and have risen, when the vessel was well at sea, and maesaored her captain and crew. In such a case ono hears of it, for European blood is an expen- sive liquid to spill in' the East ; but no mention ever comes to public ears of the hundreds of omit sailed and owned by natives, which, year by year, in the seas east of Singapore, fall victims to the treacle erns pirate of the Maley peninsula, or Celebes or Javan arohipelago. A wel1•manned merchant ship, with a Maxim gun on board, would be fairly safe, for they can only attack in their boats,and any quiak-firing cannon of the modern type would be more than they could comfortably face, A steamer, too, Datong as herengmee keep going, is perfeotly secure, for their best ohanoe to in those dead calms which Come upon the Eastern ens, when the trader is helplessly fixed, while the "water rate" wan bring their dhow or pros close up with long sweeps, and finish off the rest in their boats. Yet, if this kind of ancient villainy is to go on in those distant waters, at tenet until the Japanese have gained firm hold of Formosa IT IS OUTRAGEOUS that examples of its revival should be fur niched so close to civilization as the Straits of Gibraltar. Wesincerely hope that vigorous measures will be adopted by the military authorities of Great Britain in the Mediterranean to identify and clear out this nest of pirates so near to "the Rook." Diplomacy and diplomatic scruples should all be put on one aide until the Athueemae sooundrele have been condignly punished, and a becoming number of them strung up in the sight of their pensive countrymen along the Riff coast, We shall, otherwise, have an Eng- lish mail or passenger steamer run ashore there some day, witir the result of being plundered and her company murdered. The maritime Arabs along the comb are just the same now, in point of morality, as when they roved the Middle Sea, a terror to all its sborss, and when the Algerine galleys drove a roaring trade in Christian Captives. A felucca ie not much, from the point of view of Lloyd's Shipping Register, but it is an eminently serious thing that any vessel flying the British colors should be boarded and plundered within hearing of the guns upon the Rook. EPIDEMIC OF MAD CATS. New Facts About Their liradneee—A Cat Rite Harder to Treat Than That or a Doz. An epidemic in Paris of "enraged cats, as the French call ,them, hoe called forth some interesting etatemente from Dr. Ohaillou, the director of the antirable staff at the Paeteur Institute in thatoity,where from 1,500 to 1,800 peptone bitten by mad animate are treated annually. "Contrary to the popular belief," he says, "cats go mad frequently, and about 5 per cent. of the oases we treat are caused by bitee in- flicted by them. Horses and other domestic cattle are rarely subject to madness. "The bites of oats which have gone mad are generally serious and difficult to treat for two reasons. First, the teeth of the cat are fine and sharp, and the wounds they make are deep, introducing the virus into the system thoroughly. The dog, on the 'other hand, has larger. blunter teeth, which tear rather than penetrate. Cauterization is excellent if done immediate- ly, in the case of a dog bite, but when the wound is caused by a cede teeth it is lee possible to cauterize more than the edges, while parte below the surface remain impregnated with the virus. "In the second place,the dog bites at the hands or legs of the person he attacks, and net often at, the face, while the oat almost always attacks the face '.first, for it van jump more easily, and clings with its °laws to the olothing. Bites in the fade are much more dangerous because of the proximity of the point of entrance of the virus to the nerve °entree, it having a much shorter distance to traveree than if it entered the body through a wound upon the legs or Orme. "One thing which makes a cat much more dangerous when it goes mad is that it seems to become furioue and attaoke what. ever it sees, while a dog frequently will crouch in a corner and seem to be subject to a sort of partial peralyeis." Among cats, another authority says in. sanity is probably most frequently brought about by indigestion, which causes a congestion of their feeble braille. The reason they have convulsions more fro. quently in hot weather is that the heatof the divan rays of the eon is especially difioult for them to endure, The Angora eat is the epeoiee most likely to become mentally disordered, for itis continually making Sts toilet and swallows a groat many of its long Mire, which form in a ball in its stomach and cause cerebral congestion. This has been established by a number of aubopsiee which have been made upon tbie variety of feline. At'Length. For along time, after he had.euoceeded in inserting himself thbough the door at 3 a. m., sho regarded him in silence. At length oho spoke. Also, she Rieke at length. ' QNULE• SAX T ITEMS OP INTEREST ABOUT TR$' BUSY YANKEE. ReJpbborly Interco. le cis uola.t0,-alae tors or Houten and Mirth Gathered) front qts pally 3leooreI. The vegetarian restaura"t that wee open ed in West 23rd street, Now York, lash winter, has been closed up on sauount of a Wit ofsuf loiont patronage to pay expeneee, Instead of 5,000,000 boxes of oranges . whin ie Florltle's usual crep,only 100,00(1 boxes will be shipped, These will Dome Chiefly from the Manatee region on the (lull . 01 Mexioo, A Philadelphia paper the other day printed the following advertieemeut: ,'Wanted —ter form the aoquaintaaoe of w coneeerated Christian gentleman who wan slog and play, banjo and mandolin," W. T. Davis, of Plymouth, Masse has returned from his mission to Sorooby, England, where be went to set up a tablet to mark the site of old Sorooby Manor where the pilgrims held their first meetings. Extended tests made with the pine trees of the South prove that the timber bled for turpentine is in no way inferior to the =bled. By this means $2,000,000 is added to the value of the turpentine orchards. Mrs. St. John, wife of the former Governor of Kansas, is actively engaged in directing, the engineering and construction of an extensive tunnel in a large gold mine at Cripple Creek, of, which her husband owns a controlling interest. Anthony On, who died in an Indiana. poorhouse the other day, was a carpenter, who swore during the campaign of 1860 that if Lincoln were elected be would never do. another day's work. He stuck to his vow with the result stated. Hugh McGuire of Goodland, Kae, ,sulked. because his dead uncle's will left him only an old fiddle, but later when his wife found 51,800 in money and a deed for 160 sores of Virgina land stowed away in the strument, a change came over his spirits, and he: called in the neighbours. With the death of Mre. Azenath Turner at Manchester, N. Y., the last Revolution- ary war pension of the Empire State ceases. She received a pension of 512 a month, but thie amount was subsequently increased by epeoial an of Congress to $30, At the time of her death hire Turner was 89 years old. e Senator Frye, of Maine, deplores the advance of the alien population in hie own State. He says that the town government of Lewiston, Me., hes been at times in the hands of men who, were strangers to him, although he had lived in the plane twenty - Ivo years. The men were eleoted by the foreigners working in the mills. Isabella and Sallie Broadbent, two Florida girls who gave valuable assistanor in rescuing the crew of the wrecked Norwegian ship Catherine last August,have received silver lockets and chains from King Oscar of Norway and. Sweden in recognition. The lookers are inscribed with the orown and monogram of the Ring and the words, "For a Noble Deed." A FAMOUS JAIL.. it Held w1111,un Morgan and William Lyon Machenzi.e. During the past month the work of de- molishing the aid Ontario county jail in Canandaigua, N. Y., has been in progress, and to -day hardly one of the atones 0' which it was built lies upon another. Thi jail was one of the most interesting historic mal landmarks in Western New York. Its fame indeed ie more than state wide. It extends wherever the story of Morgan the Masonic traitor, is told, for it was from. thio building that he wee hurried away to oblivion on the night of Sept. 12, 1827. William Morgan,a bricklayer of Batavia,. in New York state, had in course of publication a book in which he pretended to disclose the aeorete of Freemasonry. Efforts to severe the manuscript by nego tiation having failed, the renegade was arreetod on a charge of having stolen a. shirt and cravat. Thewarrant was sworn out by Nicholas G. Gheeebro, a prominent member of the fraternity in Batavia, and Morgan was taken there and put in jail. In the absence of the jailer two days later, just at dusk, two men called at the jail, oonvinoed the woman, left in charge that they were friendepf Morgan and had Fettled the claim against him, and had se. cured his release. As the prleoner was passing out of the jail he was roughly seized by men lying in wait,hustledinto a carriage and driven rspidly away. In the sxoitieg search which followed his abductors were trend to Lewiston, and it is pretty well established teat he met hie death by being thrown, or falling, DURINNG A STRUGGLE, into the Niagara river near that place. Several prominent Uanadaiguane were arrested on suspicion of complicity in the abduction. The body of the missing man was never recovered, and proof was not forthcoming to enure their cenviotion on a serious charge. Two of the accused were confined on minor charges forseveralmonths and then the matter' was permitted to lapse. The jail now demolished was built in 1815 and was for many years considered cue of the best and safest in New York state. It was, as a cogsequenoe, frequently made the place of detention for desperate prisoners from other eountieele Among these were William. Lyon Mackenzie, a leader in the Canadian rebellion of 1837 ; Vaux, the (amour mail robber, and Simms, the counterfeiter. But, strong as was the famous old building, it outlived ite time. Modest philanthropists denounced it as Inking In ventilation and drainage. Whitewash would no longer cover up the accumulated filth, nor carbolic' acid abate the stench. It was condemned by the village board of health and ordered to be removed. The county built 6, new and modern jail This woe completed in the early' summer and is now officially the prison of the county. In making the contract for the demolition of the old building the county made pro- vision fey the.presorvation •of the Dell in which Morgan was confined. This was found to be impracticable, but the grated door and its frame and nineive looks were taken out intaot and are now in the custody of the village lodge. No. 294. 11', and A. M. Briars from the oell have also be sent to lodges of the Masonic fraternity in distant parte of the state, open their request for such rolios. The Rev, Lucius R. Paie, LL, 18,, of (lamb ride, Mass., thinks then he te tho Oldest living Free Mason in the -United States. He is 94 years of age: