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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe East Huron Gazette, 1892-05-19, Page 3�r�rr��aarr�� t' iitm'asg as bens sleeted 's W orlt$'r Fair n '. stn is 5 feet hang and he Bei -nese Alps, background, has at the Fair. A ork was recently o collect $25,000 e Exposition a ay schools of the me contemplates ibute en amount officer and teach- pil. vering the west •e agreed to carry and private exhi- Panarea . Passen- eatly reduced. hundred tons of n have already icing shipment at crease of Great appropriation to rs will not be t determined. mmended to the t. 12 of this year y in commemora- mbus in the new essage that the exican exhibit is that a. display of ade at the dedica- ick, resident Com - Fair, at London, influential eom- ly promoting the Swiss section at with gratifying will be one of the lay. It is consid- zerland will yet ommission on the World's Fair two ute of technology s of the United s. id's Fair Commis - lands, has cabled angements for an ne islands and is n to Java. There e exhibit will be ndon agent of the has forwarded to from Mrs. M. L. establish a gypsy rounds of the Ex - he Midway Plais- ailuded to as being in gypsy lore, and ng. She manages r Liverpool, Eng - f the Iargest and ctions in the world relics and historic overt' of I\merica. adrid this year for nd will afterward position grounds he buildings near - construction being than 6,000 work- eresting and won - to 5,000 visitors a mission of 25 cents e abolition of the tors often number - 0,000, The work fered with, so that arge an admission e of the crowd of e time add to the Exposition. ous for bis ability is devoting his time p of lions, tigers, he expects to bring p consists of fifty in one big cage. spent a fortune on rries have donated the Indiana World's ing of the stone is Cold. imate may be quite cough in a child at looked after with is always a serious the precursor of a mere cold. Measles are preceded by a, ys safe to use means , provided the child rd and kept indoors. dissolved in a tum - a teaspoonful of this once an hour, will se cold of an in fent in laying hot flan - rated oil, over the of hoarseness, but should take their oved. It is useless kind unless the pa- ing outdoors or in the house, as all s and render the sun o take extra cold if an ounce of preven- a pound of cure. ecorations Cost. enty yeara,.ago $100 ;red an extravagant orations for a bail in great furor forelabor- gan,and wasinstigat- rarct Scott, who gave r. days to his florist, ors to charge what he :lion being that the of the season must be mitated this extrava- elaborate examples .lardens of Babylon," di given by the Mar- a tons of cut ivy were castellated effect to provrsed ballroom. A lerard Leigh gave a rent, the flowers o: rtly afterwards Mrs:. ne another entertain - $15,003 was paid to 1873, the first large vas given in the eon - Horticultural Society ill given in honor of f Wales, and ice was u large quantities for of crowded roams in spends not on wuat s large. enough " fer 'watt loo aed.1 star 4Y (1,1424;:. 4r f ?rte TIfl F'AMOTJsCANADIAN ovT. W hen Netta Mayne came to think it over a-trward in her own roomy herself she couldn't imagine what had made her silly enough to quarrel that evening with Ugh tr d Carnegie. She could only say, in a penitent mood, it was always the -way Iike that -Intl lovers. Till once they've quarrel- ed ,, 6.004 round quarrel, and afterward soleenly kissed and made it all up again, things never stand on a really firm and settled basis between them. It's a move in the game. You must thrust in tierce before you thrust in quarte. The Roman play - right spoke the truth after all. A lovers' quarrel begins a fresh chapter in the history of n love making. It teas a summer evening, calm and clear and ?almy, and Netta and Ughtred had strolled out together, not without a sus- picion at times of hand locked in hand, on the high chalk down that rises steep behind Holmbury. How or why they fell out she har,jv knew. But they had been engaged already some months, without a single dis- agreement, which of course, gave Netta a right to quarrel with Ughtred by this time, if she thought fit, and as they returned down the hanging path through the combe where the wild orchids grow, she used that ripe,. at last, out of pure, unadulterated perversity. The ways of women are wonder- ful ; no mere man can fathom them. Some- thing that Ughtred said gave her the chance to make a half petulant answer. Ughtred very naturally defended himself from the imputation of rudeness, and Netta retorted. At ince end of 10 minutes the trifle had grown into as pretty a lover's quarrel as any lady novelist could wish to describe in five chapters. Netta had burst into perfectly orthodox tears, refused to be comforted in the most approved fashion, declined to accept Ugh- tredh. escort home, and bidden farewell to him excitedly for ever and ever. It was all about nothing, to be sure, and if two older or wiser heads had only atood by unseen to view the little comedy they would sagely have remarked to one another, with a shake, that before 24 hours were out the lei; would be rushing into one another's arms with mutual apologies and mutual forgiveness. But Netta Mayne and Ughtred Carnegie were still at the age when one takes love seriously—one does before 30— end so they turned along different paths at the bottom of the combe, in the firm belief that love's young dream was shattered, and that bey two were nothing more than pass - big acquaintances to one another. " Good -by, Mr. Carnegie," Netta faltered out as in obedience to her wishes, though much against his own will, Ughtred turned slowly and remorsefully down the footpath to the right in the direction of the railway: " C3 --by, Netta," Ughtred answered, half choking. Even in that moment of part- ing, forever or a day, he couldn't find it in his heart to call her " Miss Mayne," who had so long been " Netta " to him. He waved his hand and turned along the footpath, looking back many times to see Netts ratting inconsolable where he had left her on the stile that led from the combe into the Four -acre meadow. Both paths to right and left led back to Holmbury over the open field, but they diverged rapidly, and crossed the railway track by separate gates, and 500 yards from each other. A turn in the path, fel which Ughtred lingered long hid Netta at last from his sight. He paused and hesitated. It was growing late, though an hour of summer twilight still remained. He couldn't bear to leave. Netts thus alone in the field. She wouldn't allow him to see her ht;= to be sure, and that being so, he was too much of agentleman to force him- self upon her. But he was too much of a man, too, to let her find her way back so entirely by herself. Unseen himself, he must et J1 watch over her. Against her will, he muse, still protect her. Ha would go on to the railway and there sit by the side of the line under cover of the hedge till Netta crossed by the other path. Then he'd walk quietly along the six-foot way to the gate she had tpaesed through and follow her un- perceived at a distance along the lane till he saw her back to Holmbury. Whether she wished it or not he would never leave her. He leeked about for a seat. One Iay most handy. By the side of the line the Government engineer had been at work that day, repairiug the telegraph system._ They had taken down half a dozen molder- ing old posts and set up new ones in their place—`,all, clean, and shiny. One of the old posts still lay at full length on the ground by the gate, just as the men had left it at the end of the day's work. At the end where the foot -path crossed the line was a level crossing, and there Ughtred sat down o , the fallen post by the side, half concealed from view by a tall clump of wil- low herb, waiting patiently for Netta's coming. How he listened for that light foot -fall. His heart was full indeed, of gall and bitterness. He loved her so deer - and line had treated him so ill. Who would even- have believe that Netta, his Netta, would have thrown him over like that for such a ridiculous trifle? Who, in- leed ? And least of all Netta herself, sitting clone or: the stile with her pretty face bow - ad deep inner hands, and her poor heart vonderirg how Ughtred, her Ughtred, ,ould so easily desert her. In such strange vays is the feminine variety of the human reart constructed. To be sure, she had of tonne tier -missed him in the most peremp- tory fashion, declaring with all the vows rropriets g ermits to the British maiden hat she needed no escort of any sort home, ,nd that site would ten thousand times rather go alone than have him accompany ler. But, of course, also, she didn't mean t. What woman does ? She counted upon i prompt and unconditional surrender. Ughtred would go to the corner, as in duty sound, and then come back to her with pro - hese expressions of penitence for the wrong se had hearer done, to make it all up again the orthodox fashion. She never intend - ;d the real tragedy that was soon to follow. She was only playing with her victim—only trying, woman-like, her power over Ugh- tred. So she sat there still, and cried and cried an, minute after minute, in an ecstacy of misery, till the sunset began to glow deeper ed in the western sky, and the bell to ring the curfew in Holmbury tower. Then it dawned . pon her slowly with a shock of sur- prise that after all—incredible ! impossible ! Ughtred had positively taken -her at her word and wasn't coming back at all to -night to her. At that the usual womanly terror seized Ughtred—if it were only for the tramps.; a man is such a comfort. And then there was that dreadful dog at Milton Court to pass. And Ughtred was gone, and all the world was desolate. Thinking these things in a tumult of fear to herself, she staggered along the path, feeling tired at heart, and positively ill with remorse and terror. The color had faded now out of her pretty red cheeks. Her eyes were dim and swollen with cry- ing. She was almost ' half glad Ughtred couldn't see her just then, she was such a fright •with her long spell of brooding. Even her bright print dress and her straw hat with the poppies in it couldn't redeem, she felt sure, her pallor and her wretchedness. But Ughtred was gone, and the world was a wilderness. And he would never come back, and the dog at Milton Court was so vicious. As she walked or rather groped her way, for she couldn't see for crying, down the path by the hedge, at every step she grew fainter and fainter. Ughtred was gone, and the world was a blank, and there were tramps and does, and it was getting dark, and she loved him so much, and mamma would be so angry. Turning over which thoughts with a whirl- ing brain, for she was but a girl after all, she reached the little swinging gate that led to the railway, and pushed it aside with vague numbed hands, and stood gazing va- cantly at the long curved line in front of her. Suddenly a noise rose sharp in the field behind her. It was only a colt, to be sure, disturbed by her approach, dashing wildly across his paddock, as is the way with young horseflesh. But to Netta it came as an indefinite terror magnified ten thousand fold by her excited feelings. She made a frenzied dash for the other side of therailway. What it was she knew not, but it was or might be anything, everything—mad bulls, drunken men, footpads, vagabonds, mar- derers. Oh, bow could Ughtred ever have taken her at her word, and left her, like this, alone, and in the evening ? It was cruel, it was wicked of him ; she hated to be dis- loyal, and yet she felt in her heart it was most unmanly. As she rushed along wildly, at the top of her speed, her little foot caught on the first rail. Before she- knew what had happened she had fallen with her body across the line. Faint and terrified already with a thousand vague alarms, the sudden shock stunned and disabled her. Mad bull or drunken men, they might do as they liked now. She was bruised and shaken. She had no thought left to rise and recover herself. Her eyes closed hea.ily. She lost conscious- ness onsciousness at once. It was a terrible position. She had fainted on the line with the force of the situation. As tor Ughtred, from his seat on the telegraph post on the side of the line 500 yards further up, he saw her pause by the gate, then dash across the road, then stum- ble and trip, then fall heavily forward. His heart came up into his mouth at once at the sight. Oh, thank " heaven, he was near. She had fallen across the line, and a train might come along before she could rise again. She seemed to be hurt, too. In a frenzy of suspense he darted forward to save her. It tcok it but a second for him to realize that she had fallen and was seriously hurt, but in the course of that second, even as he realized it all, another and more pressing terror seized him. Hark ! What was that ? He listened and thrilled. Oh, — too horrible — it must be—the railway ! He knew it. He felt it. Along up the line on which Nettie was lying he heard behind him—oh, unmistak- able, unthinkable, the whirr of the express dashing madly down behind him. Great heavens, what could he do ? The train was coming, the train was almost this moment upon them. Before he could have time to rush wildly forward and snatch Netta from where she Iay, full in its path, a helpless weight, it would have swept him resistless- ly, and borne down upon her like light- ning. The express was coming—to crush Netta to pieces. In theseawful moments men don't think ; they don't even realize what their action means ; they simply act and act instinctive- ly. Ughtred felt in a second, without even consciously feeling it, so to speak, that any attempt to reach Netta now before the de- vouring engine had burst upon her at full speed would be absolutely hopeless. His one chance lay in stopping the train somehow. How, or where or with what he cared not. His own body would do it if nothing else came. Only stop it, stop it. He didn't think of it at all at that moment as a set of carriages containing a precious set of lives. He thought of it only as a horrible, cruel, devouring creature rush- ing headway on at full speed to Netta's destruction. It was a senseless wild beast to be combate3 at all hazards. It was a hideous, ruthless, relentless thing, to be choked in its mad career in no matter what fashion. All he knew, indeed, was that Netta—his Netta--lay helpless on the track and that the engine, like some madman, puffing and snorting with wild glee and savage exsultation, was hastening forward with tierce strides to crush and mangle her. At any risk he must stop it—with any- thing—anyhow. As he gazed aroand him, horrorstruck, with blank inquiring stare, and with this one fixed idea possessing his whole soul, Ughtred's eye happened to fall upon the dismanteled telegraph post, ou which but one minute before he had been sitting. The sight inspired him. _ Ha, hal a glorious chance. He could lift it on the line. He could lay it across the rails. He could turn it round into place. He could upset the train. He could place it in the way of that murderous engine. No sooner thought than done. With the wild energy of despair the young man lift- ed the small end of the ponderous post bodily up in his arms, and twisting it on the big base as on an earth -fast pivot, managed by main force and With a violent effort to lay it at last full in front of the advancing locomotive. How he did at, he never rightly knew himself, for the weight of the great bulk was simply enor- mous. But horror and love and the awful idea that Netta's life was at stake seemed to supply him at once -with unwontedenergy. He lifted it in his arms as he -would have lifted a child and, straining in every limb, stretched it at last full across both rails, a formidable obstacle before the approaching engine. Hurrah ! hurrah ! he had -succeeded now. It would throw the train off the line, and upon her soul. Her heart turned faint. t. Netta would be saved for Eiin. This was. too terrible. Great ,Heavens ! To think and do all this under the spar o what had she done ? Had she tried'Ughtred the circumstances took Ughtred something too far, and had he really gone? Was he lees than 20 seconds. In a great crisis men never going to return to her at all ? Had he live rapidly. It was quick as thought. And said good-bye in earnest to her forever and at the end of it all he saw the big log laid aver ? right across the line with infinite satisfacr Terrifi-at the thought and weak with tion. $uch a :-splendid obstacle that. So aI crying, alit' rose sial struggled down the, rofiitd and heavy ! It must throw the train narrow footpath toward the further cress- clean off the Metals -I It must produce a fine, hag. ll:, was getting late now, and Netta by ,first-class catastrophe. this tiny- was really -frightened. She wish- ,As bethought it, half aloud, asharp.enrve ak'I w , Sec 110 ,1 she hadn't sent away-;blrougiit the train round the corner close to where he stood, Great drops of sweat now oozing clammily from every pore with his• exertion. He looked at it languidly, with some vague, dim sense of duty accomplished, and a great work well done kr _t" ettOE and, humanity. There wort' a reetnnem wenn dent in a moment now—a splendid ae .idem,_ —a first-rate catastrophe ! a And then, with a sudden burst of inspir- ation, the other side of the transaction" flashed in one electric spark upon Ughtred's brain. Why—this—was murder ! There were people in that train—innocent human beings, men and women like himself, who would next minute be wrecked and mangled corpses, or writhing forma, on the track be- fore him ! He was guilty of a crime—he wase trying to produce a terrible, ghastly, loody railway accident ! Till that second the idea had never even so mach as occurred to him. In the first wild rush of horror at Netta's situation he had thought only of her. He had regarded the engine only as a hateful, cruel, destruc- tive living being. He had forgotten the passengers, the stoker, the officials. He had been conscious only of Netta and of that awful thing, breathing flame and steam, that was rushing on to destroy her. For another invisible second of time Ughtred Carnegie's soul was the theatre of a terrible and ap- pealing struggle. What on earth was he to do? Which of the two was he to sacrifice ? Should it be murder or treacl:ery ? Must he wreck the train or mangle Netta ? The sweat stood upon his brow in great clammy drops at that dread dilemma. It was an awful question for any man to solve. He shrank aghast before that deadly decision. They were innocent, to be sure, the people in that train. They were unknown men," women and children. They had the same right to their lives as Netta herself. It was crime, sheer crime, thus to seek to destroy them. But still—What would y:,u have? Netta lay there helpless on the line—his own dear Netta. And she had parted with him in anger but half an hour since. Could he leave her to be destroyed by that hideous, puffing thing? Has not any man the right to try and save the lives he loves best, no matter at what risk or peril to others? He asked himself this question, too, vaguely, instinctively, with the rapid haste of a life . and death struggle ; asked himself with horror, for he "has no strength left now to do one thing or the _ other—to remove the obstacle from the place where he had laid it or to warn the driver. One second alone remained and then all would be over. On it came, roaring, flaring, glaring, with its great bulls eyes now peering red round the corner—a terrible fiery dragon, resistless, unconscious, bearing down in mad glee upon the pole—or Netta. Which of the two should it be—the pole or Netta ? And still he waited ; and still he tempor- ized. What, what would he do? Oh, Heaven ! be merciful. Even as the engine swept, snorting and puffing steam, round the corner, he doubted and temporized. He reasoned with his own conscience in the quick shorthand of thought. So far It wouldn't be murder of malice prepense. as intent was concerned he was guiltless. When he laid that log there in the way of the train he never believed—nay, never even knew—it was a train with a living freight of men and women he was trying to imperil. He felt to it merely as a toad en- gine unattached. He realized only Netta's pressing danger. Was he bound now to undo what he had innocently done—and leave Netta to perish ? Must he take away the post and be Necta's murderer? It was a cruel dilemma for any man to have to face. If he had had half an hour to debate and decide, now, he might, per- haps, have seen his way a little clearer. But with that hideous thing actually -rush- ing, red and vrrathful, on his sight—why— he clapped his hands to his ears. It was too much for him—too much for him. And yet he must face it and act or remain passive, one way or the other. With a des- perate effort he made up his mind at last just as the train burst upon him, and all was over. He made up his mind and acted accord- inAs the engine turned the corner the driver,looking ahead in the clear evening light, saw something that made him start with sudden horror and alarm. A tele- graph pole lay stretched full length, and a man, unknown, stood agonized by its side, stooping down, as he thought, to catch and move it. there was no time to stop her now ; no time to avert the threatened ca- tastrophe. All the driver could do in his haste was to put the brake on hard and en- deavor to lessen the force of the inevitable concussion. But even as he looked and wondered at the sight, putting on the brake, meanwhile, with all his might and main, he saw the man in front perform, to his surprise, an heroic action. Rushing full upon the line, straight before the very lights of the advancing train, the man un-, known lifted up the pole by main force, and brandishing its end, as it were, wildly in the driver'sface, hurled the hugh black bulk, with a terrible effort; to the side of the railway. It fell with a crash and the man fell with it. - There was a second's pause, while the driver's heart stood still with terror. Then a jar—a thud—a deep scratch into the soil. A wheel was off the line ; they had met with an accident. For a moment or two the driver only knew that he was shaken up and hurt, but not se- verely. The engine had left the track and the 'carriages lay behind slightly shattered. He could see how it happened. Part of the pole in falling had rebounded on to the line. The base of the great timber had struck the near side wheel and sent it off the track in a vain effort to surmount it. But the brake had already slackened the pace and broken the force of the shock. The possible dam- age was very inconsiderable and they -must look along the carriages and find out who was hurt. And, above all things, what had become of the man who had so nobly res- cued them? For the very first thing the en- gine driverhad seen of Ughtred as the train stopped short was that the man who flung the pole from the track before the advanc- ing engine was knocked down by its ap- proach, while,the train to all appearance passed bodily over him. For good or evil, Ughtred had made his decision at last at the risk of his own lite. As the train dashed on, with its living freight aboard his native instinct of preserving life got the better of him in spite of himself. He couldn't let those innocent souls die by his own act— though ifehe removed the pole and Netta was killed he didn't know himself how he could ever outlive it. He prayed with all his heart that the train might kill him. The guard and the driver ran hastily along the train. Nobody was hurt, though many were shaken or badly bruised. Even the carriages had escaped with a few small cracks. The Holmbury smash was nothing very serious. , But the man with:the pole? Their preser- ver -their reserver.itheir friend. Where wao he all this time? -What on earth had become of hind ? They looked along the line. They search- ed the track in vain. He bad disappeared as if by magic. Not a trace could be found of him. - After looking long and uselessly,again and again, the guard and the driver both gave it up. They had seen the man distinctly— not a doubt about that—and so had several of the passengers as well. But no sign of blood was to be discovered along the track - The mysterious being who, as' they had be. lieved, risked his own life to save theirs had vanished as he had come, one might almost say by a miracle. And, indeed, as a matter of fact, when Ughtred Carnegie fell on the track before the advancing engine he thought for a mo- ment it .vas all up with hien. He was glad of that, too, for he had murdered Netta. It would dash on now unresisted and crush his darling to death. It was better he should die, having murdered Netta. So he closed his eyes tight and waited for it to kill him. But the train passed on, jarring and scrap, ing, partly with the action of the brake - though partly, too, with the wheel digging into the ground at the side ; it passed on and over him altogether, coming, as it did so, to a sudden standstill. As it stopped a fierce cry rose uppermost in Ughtred's soul. Thank Heaven, all was well. He breathed once more easily. He had fallen on his back across the sleepers in the middle of the track. It was not really the train that had knocked him down at a11, but the recoil of the telegraph post. The engines and car- riages had gone over him safely. He wasn't seriously h'irt. He was only bruised and sprained and jarred and shaken. Rising up behind the train as it slacken- ed, be ran hastily toward the off side, to- ward where Netta lay unconscious on the line in front of it. Nobody saw him run past ; and no wonder either, for every eye was turned toward the neat side of the ob- struction. A person running fast by the opposite windows was very little likely to attract attention at such a moment. Every step pained him, to be sure, for he was bruised and stiff; but he ran on none the less till he came upat last to where Netts, lay. There he bent over her eagerly. Net- ta raised her head, opened her eyes and looked. In a moment the vague sense of a terrible catastrophe averted came somehow over her. She flung /ter arms around his neck. «Oh, Ughtred, you've come back !" she cried in a torrent of emotion. " Yes, darling," Ughtred answered, his voice half choked with tears. I've come back to you now, for ever and ever." He lifted her in his arms and carried her some little way off up the left-hand path. His heart was very full; 'Twas a terrible moment, for as yet he hardly knew what harm he might have done by his fatal act. He only knew he had tried his best to undo the wrong he had unconsciously wrought, and if the worst came he would give himself up now like a man to offended justice. But the worst did not conte. Blind fate had been inerciful. Next day the papers were full of the accident of the Great South- ern express ; eventually divided between denunciation of the miscreant who placed the obstruction in the way of the train and admiration of the heroic, but unrecognizable stranger who had rescued from death so many helpless passengers at so imminent a risk to his own life or safety. Only Ughtred knew that the two were one and the same person. And when Ughtred found out how little harm had been done by the infatuated act—an act he felt he could never possibly explain in its true light to any other person —he thought it wisest on the whole to lay no claim to either the praise or the censure. The world could never be made to under- stand the terrible dilemma in which he was placed—the one-sided way in which the problem at first presented itself to him— the deadly struggle through which be had passed before he could make up his mind, at the risk of Netta's life to remove the ob- stacle. Only Netta understood ; and even Netta herself knew no more than this, that Ughtred had risked his own life to save her. A Dress of Spiders' Webs. Mrs. White mentions as a great curiosity the dress made from spiders' webs present- ed to tha Queen by the Empress of Brazil in 1877. Most certainly it is, and to most Brit- ish minds such a thing might seem incred- ible ; but if 3 our correspondent were to visit Fiji—which is famous for its magnificent spiders—he might, perhaps, have less cause for wonder. The web made by the big yel- lowspider here is very large and strong ; but in addition to the web proper, in which flies, mosquitoes, etc., are caught, it spins a cocoon of orange -colored, silky, gossamer - like stuff. which, if taken up_in the fingers, requires quite an effort to break. This stuff, I can conceive, might be woven into mater- ial for a dress. Might not the dress in question have been composed of similar ma- terial made by the Brazilian spiders ? I can hardly, even now, believe that it could have been composed of what we un- derstand to be the ordinary spider's web. I can quite imagine, however, that such a material might be of some commercial value as one frequently hears complaints at the present day of a waut of fineness in fibers or materials used for scientific purposes. I may add that our cockroaches are huge, too ; but, by a merciful dispensation of Providence, our spiders are in proportion. The particular enemy of the cockroach here is not the big yellow spider above mention- ed, but a long-legged, formidable -looking brown spider, called the " hunting -spider." I can not find out that this species spins any web, bit apparently depends upon its great activity for securing its prey. I know, however, that it can bite pretty sharply, as I once saw one draw blood from the finger of a doctor friend of mine who was captur- ing it for me. It is often to be seen hug- ging a large, flattened, circular, cream - colored bag, which, I take it, contains its eggs. We never kill spiders in Fiji. ,.r The Eu ling Passion. A tiny tot of only three, Sweet as the dew the rose inhales, I gayly dance upon my knee The while I tell her fairy tales, Unclouded is her placid brow ; "No care," muse I, " such lives distress!" " Dear me," says she, " I wonder how I'd better make my dolly's dress." A fair young bride in queenly gowns Comes down the grand cathedral aisle : The mighty organ sweetly sounds, And on her lips a saintly smile, And in -her heart a prayer—not so, For truthfully we must confess She's thinking this: " I'd like to know What folks are saying ofmydress." A matron near the gates of death, With weeping kindred at her side, All fearful that each fleeting breath Will bear her soul across the tide. She tries to speak ! She faintly clasps The kindly form that bends above. .And with her dying breath sheasps : ffl See that my shroud is rued, love !" If all the Scriptures say is true, There'll be more women, ten to one. In that sweet by-and-by, where you And I may meet when life is done. But all the joys designed to bless— Bright crowns and harps with golden strings— Won't please the women there unless Each has the ni est pair at wings. The prudent sees only tbe difficulties, the bold only the advantages, of a great enter- prise ; the hero sees both, diminishes those,, makes these predominate, and conquers. LATE FOREIffN NEWS Sinceetiie Franco Frussian war Gen:early has spent two thousand two hundred million dollars on her army and navy. Reports from the State of Georgia indicate that the watermelon acreage this year is about 20,000. At the usual average the total product will be about 9,000 car loads. The stockmen of South Dakota have re- cently imported from Tennessee a number of Russian wolf hounds to help in the ex- termination of wolves, which have of late been killing numbers of calves and colts. A company has been formedatChristiania, Norway, to reproduce an exact model of the old Viking boat that was discovered some years ago in an ice floe. --Prof. Michael Mahon of Dundas, Minn., has a flying machine that resembles a Chin- ese bark. On the top and sides are two air wheels that are used to lift and steer the machine. It is said that the model has car- ried two and a half times its weight. The Osage Indians are said to Le the rich- est community in the world. They are but 1,509 in number, but they have $8,000,000 deposited to their credit in the Treasury at Washington, on which they draw $100,000 interest every three months, and they own 1,470,000 acres of the best land in Oklahoma. Most of them wear blankets, despite their wealth. At the late election in Victoria the Labor party made great efforts inspired by a feel- ing of great confidence. Of the thirty-six candidates they put up, eleven were elect- ed, and only four of them were actual work- ingmen. The measles bacillus, discovered in Berlin by Dr. Canon, varies from a three -thous- andth to one one -thousandth of an inch in length, and possesses characteristics said to be "different from those of any other bacil- lus known." Dr. Landousy, member of the French Acad- emy of Medicine, says that the depopula- tion of France owes more to tuberculosis than to aloholism, syphilis, and malthusian- ism put together. Two thousand babies under two years old die annually in Paris from tuberculosis. There is now playing in Paris a Russian horn band each horn being capable of pro. during a single note only: So perfect is the training that the band produces the effect' of one equipped with ordinary instruments, and even running scales with tbe rapidity and precision of a violin. A new cure for hydrophobia has been tried by Prof. Murri at the Pasteur Insti- tute in Milan. Hydrophobia developed on a man who had undergone the Pasteur treatment, with paralysis from the waist downward, and Prof. Murri made a subcu- taneous injection of the virus in its "fixed form." A complete cure followed. The Government of the Tyrol has passed a bill imposing heavy fines on persons who may be caught while selling samples of the beautiful and rare Alpine flower called edel- weiss, which has been pulled up by the roots on the mountains to such an extent that there is danger of the plant becoming extinct. The people complain that tourists are rapidly killing out that and other Alpine plants, and persons bent on money making have helped on the destruction by gathering the plants for travellers. The burdens put upon German industry as the result of the workmen's insurance are heavy. In the mining industry more than 26,000,000 of marks were paid into the sick fund during 1890. 12,000,000 being contributed by the masters, and the contri- butions for 1891 are still greater. In 1891 about 6,500,000 marks were paid into the accident insurance fund. The old' age in- surance fund required 5,500,000 marks, the owners being obliged to pay half. The em- ployers, therefore, having to subscribe more than $5,000,000 for the benefit of the work- men, or $13 a head. Before tbe terrible explosion of last Mon- day night which blew up the wine shop where Ravachol was arrested in Paris, the proprietor and the waiter who helped to capture the dynamiter had reaped a golden harvest through the sudden fame they achieved. Hundreds of people visited the shop who had never heard of it before, insisted that L'Herot should wait upon them, and presented him with twenty -franc pieces on their departure as a reward for his "heroism." Very was making several hundred francs a day clear profit, and it is said that his waiter on some days received as much as 500 francs. The oldest newspaper in the world, of course, is in China. It is the King Pan, is the official journal of the empire, and was founded in 911. Originally it was published intermittently, but after 1361 it appeared regularly every week. In 1804 it was con- verted into a daily, and now issues three editions a day and sells at about a cent a copy. The morning sheet, printed on yellow paper, is devoted to commercial news. It has a circulation of about 8,000 copies. The midday issue contains official documents and general news, The evening edition, printed on red paper, gives the latest in- telligence and extracts from the two previ- ous editions. The paper is conducted by six literati appointed by the State. The highest priced newspaper in the world is the Mashonaland Herald and Zimbesian Times, printed at Fort Salisbury in Mashona- land. It costs a shilling a copy, is the size of a sheet of foolscap, and is issued daily. The printing is done by the useful hekto- graph, the printing machine evidently not yet having penetrated into`this interesting region of South Africa. A recent issue an- nounces the arrival of the telegraph at Fort Salisbury, and this region, only two years ago wholly occupied bq savage peoples, is now within an hour of London. The news- Iiapet' complains of the absence of any bank- ing facilities,and says the community is over- supplied with educated men who are ."just now seeking suitable work—some work of anv." Senhor Marianna Carvelho, the Portu- guese ex -Minister of Finance, had a singu- lar adventure on Monday. A stranger call- ed at his residence in Lisbon, desiring to see him privately, and was ushered into his presence. On the servant withdrawing, the visitor suddenly drew a revolver and point- ing it at the statesman's head demanded im- mediate - payment of 500 milreis (about £110). Senhor Carvalho, thinking he had to deal with a madman, handed the stranger part of the amount demanded, and said the remainder would be forwarded to any place he might appoint. The visitor consented to this proposal, took the amount offered, and left the house. Senlior Carvalho, at once informed the police, and the robber was arrested. The wise man has his follies no less than the fool ; but herein lies the difference- the follies of- the fool are known to the world, but are hidden from . himself ; the follies of the wise are known to himself, but are hidden from the world. THE AEROI'ADT'S Prig - Some of the Remarkable Thintli-ar sees and Feels In a Balloon. At a height of 200 feet the,. ;air, t:.tshing past with tremendous velocity, 2rivea one the impression of leaning out of the ear window of a limited express, the sounds of earth die away in a murmur, and it is then that the balloon seems stationary, the eartJi'I1ing away from it. - Looking down from the height, oc1T stilt faces appear level, mountains and alley* are alike, and the world looks.aa iif.apread out and flattened by a rolling pin. = Toads and rivers resolve themselves into narrow ribbons; forests, fields, and meadows are clumps of green, red, and black, williggreen as the dominant color. -At two nes earth is lost to view, as in a fog. Presently the balloon begins to sail, driven by an air cur- rent. There is now no apparent motion. The aeronaut experiences a feeling of op- pression; the air, deprived of its vital prin. ciple, exhausts at each inspiration; ringing sounds are heard in the ears, and one - can, so to speak, hear the stillness. T2ra breath comes in quick, successive gasps, that do not satisfy the lungs. It is like going to cne's death. Looking upward, the horizon is bounded by the big black ball—the balloon—dark against the milky opaqueness of the atmos- phere. The airship is swaying andl swing- ing, while the clouds, floating in a contrary direction, produce a vague giddiness. There is, however, no time for tremors. Seconds seem hours, the MIND AND MEMORY traveling with electric flight. Coniaatures, recollections, and retrospection flash across the bewildered brain as one reels through space. Suddenly the top of the balloon comes in contact with a cloud ; there is a slight jar, and the next instant all is envel- oped in fog, from which the aeronaut emerges soaked with spray. And new for the spectacle ! Sublime, cling. Muuntaine of iridescence, fleecy white clouds, tinged with creamy pink, like the plumage of the cockatoo. Swirling combinations of color, blending and shifting as ina gigantic bubble. Golden greens,- that melt into purple - and bronze and crimson, with the sun direolving and overflowing on their tops. Wonderful tints, such as an artist never dreamed of. To comprehend color it is necessary to have seen the magic canvases of the clouds. The balloon sails on and drops slowly away from this panorama once more into the colorless atmosphere. With the descent, the earth ap r rs to rise and the balloon to remain fised : and now the operator is occupied with one idea — speculation as to where and how he will reach earth, for distance is incalculable and perspective a myth. The balloon is the sport of chance, and is liable to deposit its passengers anywhere from the Les of a church steeple to the bottom of a ditch. The aeronaut takes his life in his own bands when he ascends with the airship. Should it take fire, BURST IN MIDAIR, or cool off Soo suddenly in stridinga, cold current, the result is collapse - andnee-ester, for there is no safety valve to the fire bal- loon. The aeronaut is invariably an enthusiast until he meets with an accident, after which discretion becomes the better part of bis valor, and he is content to rally substitutes for an ascension. After a few year. he is apt to retire altogether, and 1etsve to others the hazardous occupation. Up to a period of six years ago there num- bered but twenty aeronauts in this country, and they were in great den' nd at country fairs, settlers and soldiers reunions and upon legal holidays, rural celebrations being considered incomplete without the daring balloonist, who, for the time being, was of more importance than the President and entire Senate, and it may be added that no occupation is more conducive to conceit and self• sufficiency than that of the aeronaut. There is less profit in the busi- ness now than formerly ; the novelty of the ordinary balloon ascension no longer exists for Americans. Realizing tante near- ly every aeronaut now makes the sensation- al parachute descent. On reaching the desired altitude this is effected by cutting the connecting rope. There is a rapid fall, the resistance en the air forcing open the parachute, which is nothing more than a ribless umbrella, 18 feet in diameter. The operator, on cutting looser. darts downward, as if fired from a catapult, until within a few hundred feet of the earth, when he is sustained v`3' the parachute. Should this fail to operate, death is inevitable. Mr. Gladstone in speech. The Evening Post published at London thus describes Mr. Gladstone as he looked and spoke in the debate on the Clergy Discipline bill on Thursday evening : " The right honorable gentleman was in excellent voice. It is trite to say an but for years he has not spoken with so much resonance, with so much of that rich, fruity tone, so peculiarly his own, as he did last night. The sense of hearing was delightful. His gesticulations, too, were remarkably dramatic. He emphasized his penetet by sweeps of the arm, lin striking the papers on his despatch box, by swaying of the body in a mannner that would have been a lesson to a past master in the art of gesture. He lived again in his youth. His back teas as straight as that of an officer of the gnarls ; his figure as lithe as that of a Greek athlete, and, as his intellect heated with tz a fight, his face glowed with radiating expression, and his voice grew in volume, ripeness, and charm of tone. The House filled up, and he held all intellects as by a spell. His vitality is marvellous. a` If we ask what is the secret of his wonderful voice the answer is obvious. It is in the possession of an exceptional organ- ism. His chest is of extraordinary depth, even now. Though when he is •a hiking across the floor of the House he seems bow- ed and shrunken with age, when he is speak- ing his chest expands and his shoulders are squared—an actual physical transformation takes place before one's eyes. Another obvious explanation of the quality of his voice is the rapidity and vividness with which his ideas trooped into his mind clad in instructive language. With a mind lique- fied with ideas and a physique which had defied age, it is no wonder, after all, that his voice should be so finely effective. Last night's speech was indeed a triumph, and none cheered more heartily than the political opponents with whom, for once, he was in cordial agreement." Discovery of Sapphires in Queensland. The Government . Geologist of Queens- land confirms the recent reports as to the valuable discoveries of sapphires as Withers' field, on the Central Railway line, in that colony. He states thatthe stones are equal to the finest gems in the mineralogical cabinets of Europe, and believes Ghat diamonds will also be found. Tee , sssees have refused an offer of fentn1'=Cr tom` the property. - iteie SmS -a