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Wednesday, May 24th. 1 1103.
ODD SAYINGS.
• GOOD FOR THE SEASONING.
"Looky hate," Said Farther Begosh
in a Chicago restaurant, "tem% get.
anything to eat on this meal ticket?"
"What kiud of a ticket is it?" asked
the waiter.
"It's a 80a80n tioket."
"All right; help yourself. flare
they are : eel', pepper, vinegar uad
mustard."
VERT LIKELY.
"I lost my umbrella last night at
your party."
"It must have boon taken by alis•
take, then. Nutlet but honest people
were there."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. It
might hive been takeu by its owner."
PERHAPS IT WAS.•
Gabble—No, my cold doesn't eo'w
to be getting any better. I have got
so now that I can hardly speak.
Stillman—=Some people would call
that a great iulprovetnent,
MALE ORDERS.
"By the way," inquired the young
woman with the beadles, turning ba,,ic
for a moment "do you fill mail
orders;?"
"I—I think not, miss," replied the
nese salesman, somewhat hesitatingly.
"The matrimonial agency is in the
next block south."
TALKING SHOP,
Mr. ICleenemoat (well known on
'Change)—I wouldn't go down this
morning, tuy dear. It's going to raiu,
Mrs. Iileonemout (proceeding trite
her preparations)—For hoaven'e sake,
William, forget yourself once iu
awhile ! Dou't try to bear the
weather. !
DOMIES'TIC DISSIPATION.
"You look sleepy, .You trust have
been up with the boys last night."
"I was, We have twins at our
house."
A 000D CASE.
The young fellow about the Jeffer-
son avenue merchant's store had grown
from bad to worse, and at last his em-
ployer had an open row with him.
"What aro you going to do about it?"
asked the youth insolently.
"I'll fire you," slid the irate mer-
chant.
"You do and I'll have you arrested.".
The merchant gasped.
"Have me arrested ?" he exclaimed.
"What foil"
"For firing in the city limits without
a permit¢," and the merchant risked it
then and there.
DID HE UNDERSTAND
He was seated across the room.
"George," she said, "if a fire were to
suddenly break out in the house what
would be your first in putee do you
think?"
"Well, my first thought would be
for you of course. I would get you to
a place of safety and then do what I
could to extinguish the flames,"
"It would be very nice of you my
dear to think ot' me firat, but if a fire
were to break out now for instance,
wouldn't you lose valuable time in ruts•
ning across the room,
NOT MUCHI !
Mrs. Billus—John, you smell aw-
fully of tobacco ! Why don't you quit
*molting the vile, horrid, nasty stuff?
Mr. Billus (righteously indignant)._
If you think, Maria, I'm going to pay
more than 40 cents a pound for my
smoking tobacco just to please a woman
that's no judge and couldn't tell the
difference to save her life, you're going
to be most beautifully left, madam.
FULLY COMPETENT.
Fortune Teller—Let me read your
fortune lady. I can find out your
future husband.
Lady—I already have a husband.
Fortune Teller—If you'd like to
have him found out, I can do that too.
__-
--The failure was announced in
London) Eng., last week of Ile
City of Melbourne Bank, limited.
Ashen.-'T+t'le of 5prinlr.
i've fi utideieS Spain 'li Secret
I know wht'she'e pito,
The miiscltlet, the truant.
13he career net who waft,
Who freesia and who sblvor,
and plue for the eti t't
Of one yellow deity,
Or violet white.
AN es, I've her 'secret.
111give, and not sell;
I'U tel lt, I'll tell lt—
,ply tgngue burns to tell.
The mischief, the truant,
No wonder She's faro,
Coming all the way round
By the Golden Gate 1
Yee, that's where f tracked her,
1 caught her to -day
Lying down by the river
With lambkins al play.
The mischief, the vagrant,
The spendthrift, I swear
Sho was tossing reser
Aloft in the air,
M children toss bubbles,
To shine one by one,
And float for a minute,
Then die in the sun.
Her )utas lay all scattered ;
Who chose, helped themselves;
The hills were like velvet
Spread green for the elves.
Her linnets were with her,
And larks; and they sung
Such music it almost
Turned old wen to young.
Her facie was all sunny,
All guileless of ruse;
I'd a mind to reproaeh her
But what was the use?
Sweet mischief, sweet truant,
She well alight reply,
"1f calendars blunder,
Who's to blame? Not 11"
11h, fairest Spring's spring•tide,
'Twas thankless arid Lold
To spy out your Ieeret.
I'm sorry I told.
—Harper's Magazine.
AN ENGLISH LOVE STORY
Lank Jim came into Mace's drinking
house to tell us that old Solomon was dy•
ing and waisted to see somebody who could
write.
It was in Australia,and a full dozen years
ago, but I remember every circumstance es
though it happened yesterday. It was one
of those things a fellow doesn't forget in a
hurry.
Heaven knows we were, all of us, bad
enough—some of us were convicts on ticket -
of -leave, and some of us ought to have been
convicts if we had our due, 1 suppose—but
still among the worst of mankind there are
always some traits of humanity left ; and
when Lank Jim had delivered his, message
a half-dozen of us started to go to old Solo•
non's cabin.
Solomon—that was the name he was
known bv, for nobody knew his real name
—was about 60 years old and me of the
hardest workers in the vicinity. He scraped
and saved. and was us mean art old chap in
his behavior toward his fellows as you
could wish to see. He lived alone and had
nothing to do with anybody ; and never
went away from his farm—for he was a
sheep and cattle herder—except when he
journeyed to Sidney to make saes and get
his money.
What he did with his money was a mys-
tery. Time and again had his old shanty
been rummaged by rubbers in search of
hidden treasure, but they never fund so
much as a penny by way of reward for
their pains ; and so for several years old
Solomon was left undisturbed.
• No* he was dying.
1Ve entered the tumble-down hovel wbiuh
be called house with reverent steps, for to
the very roughest of men there is always
something which subdues and awes in the
presence of death.
The old man lay on a heap of straw in a
corner, and on the dingy pillow sat an enor-
mous cut with glassy green eyes, glaring at
the white face of her dying muster. The
mau lifted a trembling, toil -hardened hand
and drew it along her back in a feeble, un-
certain sort of caress.
"Poor Bess," he said softly; "I've got to
go and leave you! Mates, when I'm under
kill the cat and lay her alongside of me.
She's all I've had in this world by way of
company, and I'll go easier into the next
place if she's alone. Promise me !"
We promised hit», and a smile of satisfac.
tion lighted up his Sunken features. The9n
he beckoned to Ton Atwood to cradle
nearer. Torn was educated fur the minis-
try, but unfortunately he got mixed up in a
burglary affair and was traaaported. A
very well-behaved fellow, though, Torn was
and very much of a gentleman when he
could get clean clothes enough to make a
decent show at it, fur after all it's clothes
that rigs a mau out when he wants to cut a
swell.
"Atwood," said old Solomon, "I guess
I'm going for sure this time, and I've got a
confession to make. I want it writ down
in black and white."
"Exactly, my friend!" said Tom pro-
ducing a dirty sheet of pink note paper and
a stumpy pencil. "Sam, give me your tile
for a desk. Now, old follow, fire away!"
"Thirty-two years ago,' said old Solo•
mon, "I lived in England—Wilbrott rope—
put down the name—and I was engaged to
marry Anne Inchbald, My name was Wil-
bert Courtney and I belonged to a good
family, though a poor one. Anne was a
lacemaker and she had a mother to support
and a crippled brother. I loved her
mates," passing the back of his hand across
nis lustrous eyes, "as well as ever youth
loved maiden, and I was counting the days
until she would be mine, when a dreadful
thing happened. I had taken her brother
out one day for a walk and had led hien
down to the seaside for a breath of salt air.
We were sitting together on a bench and I
was showing him a pistol upon which I had
been experimontine by way of inventing a
new way to explode the discharge. I had
a turn for mechanics, and I was sure this
new wrinkle would bring me in a fortune.
I was explaining it to Horace when—
Heaven only knows how—the infernal thing
was discharged and the ball passed into the
forehead of my companion.
"Never have I forgotten the horrible
stare of those daring eyes, or the hot,
scorching feeling of the stream of blood
which poured over my hands! Stricken
with wild terror, I obeyed my first impulse,
and fled like a murderer from the spot! I
never stopped until I was on board an out-
ward bound ship, and it was thus I Dame to
Australia."
"You were a fool 1" said Tom Atwood,
pausing in his scribbling. "Why didn't
on face it out, and tell them you killed the
y by accident."
"Nobody would have believed it," said
e old man, sadly, "and I could not bear
meet her and witness her grief, for she
rahipped her brother. Women is curious
atures, and I've noticed that they always
ke more kindly to crippled and blind
others and sisters'than they do to them
is well and strong, and of some account.
d Anne was just like the rent of 'em. I
ppuse I was a coward, but it's all done
d over, and can't be helped.
'After I got here I worked hard—you all
ow that—and I saved every petting to
d to her. I've sent her something every
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I've Sano with one steal a day, awl scanty
et that. I liked to think, as I. gnawed my
hard cruet, that I Wee piuohing m,vs.eif to
make. 11 easier for Iter; and all things
were colorable when I hum thin she
would be made comfortable by my privy, -
that. • She never knew witero the stoney
carpe from, dear tittle girl 1 That I would
never let her know, because it seemed
like as if site would think of 1t as bought
with her brother's blood ; and that would
have made her suffer. And now, inures,
what I want is this : if ever any of you
get to knglum? again—and swine of jou will
giv
—Ie waherntryouials," to Bial my little Anne and
He drew from his breast a packet incased
in brown paper and lunged it to me.
"It is it lock of my hair, mates. Gray,
to be euro, it ie, but I think she will value
it after she knows that I was innocent and
that I died loving her -still ; for I have wait
down as well as I oouhl the n►ain faots, and
Anne was ulwaya quick et reading writing.
And whet' any of you goea, just take along
what Totn has writ and let her read that.
Poor tittle girl !"
He spoke of her just as if time had stood
still with her, all forgetful of the tact that
the Anne of 30 years ago was, if still living,
an old woman. Bat the fancy of ber youth
seemed to please him, and we would not
say a word to dispel it.
Silence fell in the hovel, only the old
man's labored breathing stirring the air.
Suddenly that, too, ceased, and he raised
himself a little on his elbow,
"Anne 1 Anne !" he called softly, his fill-
ing eyes fixed on the square of sunshine,
which fell in at the opened board window,
"I see you, darliugt and—I —atn—coming!"
A anile stole over his face, which some-
how seemed to make it young again, and
death froze it there
Tim Atwood closed his eyes with gentle
touch.
We buried him next day on a little knoll
back of his shanty, where we'd often seen
him sitting smoking his pine of an evening,
and not uurnindful of his whits about the
cat we sought for her. but did not find her.
A few days afterward, going up to the hut,
I found her stretched on old Solomon's rag-
ged coat --dead 1
Arid Tom and I made an opening in the
oil man's grave, and put "Poor Bess"
alongside, as he had requested.
It was nearly a year before I visited Eng-
land, and then I sought for Anne Iuchbald.
Some old men coming home from church
pointed RIO to the village burying ground.
And on a moss -grown stone I read hematite
—"Anne Iuchbald, died Aug. 5, 18—, aged
3.1 years. Blessed are the dead who die in
the Lord !"
She had been dead 17 years.
Aiid poor old Solomon had labored hard
and pinched himself of the necessaries of
life for nothing.
Yet not quite that. Anne's old, old
mother still lived, rapidly nearing her five -
score years, and the nrtntey which had been
sent to her daughter had been all that had
kept her out of the poorhouse. So an old
neighbor told me. And even while we stood
on the village green talking i; over the bell
of a neighboring church clanked out and a
passing youth told us that old Granny Inch -
bald was dead.
So it was all over, and I had no more to
do.
I did one foolish thing, I suppose you
will say, but I don't exactly think so. 1
planted a root of violets on Annie's grave
and underneath them I laid the lock of gray
hair; for somehow it seemed to me she
would rest better in her grave with a part
of what she had once loved so near her.
She had been faithful to the old love, they
told me, and in spite of everything had
never believed him guilty of her brother's
death.
Well, I hope .they are together now
where everything will be cleared up, for
though I may be wrong, being only a poor,
unlearned man, anti badly up in my cate-
chism, it has always appeared to me that
heaven would be u sorry place to go to if a
body ain't a -going to have those he Loved
here along with him to know and to talk
o. And if God is good, as I believe He is,
think He'll some time give us all buck our
wn.—New York Weekly.
I
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"Square in the Eye."
"The ability to look you "square in the
eye" is generally regarded as an excellent
characteristic of a reran. There are some
people who don't think that way, however.
They prefer the gentleman who modestly
keeps his eyes averted. They know of noth
ing more annoying than an .impudent stare,
such as the gerttlenaan generally indulges in
who prides himself on the ability in questions
Some of the most honorable and straight-
forward men in the country have "shift-
ing" eyes, and they find it uncomfortable
to gaze steadfastly at anybody or anything
more than a minute at a time. As we grow
older we begin to realize that it isn't safe
to make ironclad rules for the judgment,
and measurement of our fellow beings. The
standard that will apply admirably in one
instance is hopelessly unreliable in another.
—Washington News.
the Hebrew Conquest of Canaan.
•
• The January issue of the Quarterly State-
ment of the Palestine Exploration Fund
contains an account of the work carried on
at Laehish by Mr. Bliss. So far altogether
the moat valuable find at Lachtsh is the
tablet which closely resembles those found
at Tel Amarna and contains similar state-
ments. Major Conder hat% just issued a
volume dealing with all these tablets, one
hundred and seventy-six in number and
written about 1480 B. C. by Amorites,
I'Inenieians, Philistines, and others, includ-
ing the Kings of Hazor, Jerusalem, and
Gazer, contemporaries of Joshua. Their
statements refer to the Hebrew conquest,
and name about one hundred and thirty
towns and countries, most of which are
already identified.—American Antiquarian.
Making a Meteorological Balloon.
M. Renard thinks he has obtained a cloth
and varnish at once sufficiently light and
impervious to hydrogen to make a balloon
which will put below itself eleven -twelfths
of the earth's atmosphere, ascending to a
height of twelve utiles. His proposition is
to equip such n balloon with a self-regisa
tering harometar, thermometer and octino-
meter and then set it free. The instru•
menta are to be packed in a sort of interior
skeleton of light willow work. The weight
of the whole thing is only twenty pounds,
and nearly half of this is allotted to the
tnoteorological apparatus. The estimated
coat of each ascent is $10.—Journal de
Physique.
Short Sayings.
Every man is some boy's hero.
The troubles of today alone never kill.
Golden opportunities Hy low, but they
fly swift.
Whoever opposes truth is bound to come
out a loser by it.
The shortest cut to wealth is through the
lane of oontentmenS.
The man who talks muoh about himself
will always have a tired audience.
People sometimes make the most noiserin
church when they are sound asleep.
SOME E CO WON WELDS,
LD)S,
1NTE;R STING Qg3CRiPTIONS SY
PRQFeSSQR PANT'ON,
The Milkweed Family --The lint tertly
Weed -., 11to Plantain Family — nth
Grass—Their Hubris and Where They
Grow.
Asclepiadaceae (Milkweed FaIllily)—
The plants in this faintly have a milky
juice, which exudes from any portion
broken or torn.
Asclepias Cornuti (Com mon Milkweed).
This weed frequently grows in groups by
the wayside ; soinetflnt's appears in fields
and becomes quite difficult to overcome.
The stem is 3 to 4 feet high, bears oval
leaves 5 to 7 inches long, arranged in
COMMON MILKWEED.
pairs ; the purplish flowers are in clusters
at the axis of the leaves, and from them
arise very peculiar -looking pods, tilted
with seeds imbedded in a cotton -like sub-
stance. When any part of the plant is
cut. a thick, milky Juice passes out. If
well established in a fertile soil, its long,
deep perennial roots are difficult to kill.
In such cases continual thorough cultiva-
tion becomes necessary.
A. tuberosa (13utterfly-weed). This
species is very attractive, and by some
has been introduced into gardens. It is
unite common along the railway south
of Galt and in the Niagara district. The
stem is erect, very leafy, branching at
the summit; leave; somewhat linear, and
with little or no stalk. The flowers are
a bright orange, stud the plant has a
beautiful appearance when in full bloom.
Though sometimes along the wayside and
in the fields, yet it is not viewed as
troublesome a weed as the former
species.
RIB -GRASS.
P. lauceolata (Rib -grass). In this the
leaves are touch Longer and narrower;
the Hower spike short; thick and dense.
The leaves are 3 to 5 -ribbed. The seed
of this plant is often sown in grass mix-
tures, and by some has been called sheep -
grass; hut eseaping from the fields it
has found its way to places where it is
not desired. Though both these species
are perennial, they are seldom trouble-
some where thorough cultivation is
practised.
Plantaginacese (Plantain Family). The
leaves of plants in this group have
usually well-defined veins.
Plantago major (Commoh Plantain).
This common plant, growing about the
back doors and in the barnyards, can
scarcely be considered a serious weed.
It is readily known by its large, roundish
leaves lying close to the ground, and
with well•marked veins. About the
time it flower it sends up a stalk about
eight inches high, along which the
minute flowers are arranged in the forts
of a spike.
Re Does Not Heep a Dog,
The Good Citizen does not keep a dog.
He does liot wear side whiskers.
He keeps his children in the country
or in the attic.
His conr-ersntion on the cars is not
punctuated by the words "deal," "ten
thousand dollars."
On the cars he does not stare into the
poor woman's purse.
He does not act so religious on Sun-
days that his neighbors hasten to em-
brace paganism,
He does not furnish his boy with an
airgun and with letters of marque to
prey upon the lives of his neighbors'
children.
He rightly mistrusts his own boy more
than any other boy on the street.
Ile never stands in the door of the ele-.
gator.
He does not run to you with trumped
up falsehoods about your boy.
Such is the Good Citizen.
Antiquity of Tarring and Feathering.
The practice of tarring and feathering,
which we regard as essentially American,
belongs, I am reminded by a note on the
Crusades which I made about twenty
years ago, to ourselves. To us the honor
of inventing. or adopting, that very dis-
agreeable mode of punishment belongs.
Among the laws for the preservation of
order when King Richard sailed on his
crusade was ono that any soldier con-
victed of theft should have his head
shaved, be etrtpped of his clothes, have
melted pitch poured all over him, after
this be covered with feathers, and so sot
ashore at the first land that is touched.—
London Queen,
arcing Is Here,
The whale of March at last are blown,
gndswintor's rule ie evertbro8 n,
The birds ere singing In the trope
4s softly croons the ,April breeze,
The buds burst forth in lovoltnect
And maids come forth 1n newest ()rees.
While all the peels, small and big,
Write verses 011 the "Gentle Sprig."
Thus ehowtit in their pretty hynms
That spring and colds are synonyms.
—Harper's Bazar.
A FORTUNATE
FLIRTATION,
These things befell at the Hotel de la
Grande Concorde at„Niee. They tend to
show on what a slender thread of (hanee is
sometimes suspended the mysterious bar-
rier which to poor humanity snakes "alt
the tlitrereneo"—even the difference be-
tween life and death.
The table d'hote breakfast in the great
salle was nearly over. The gueata uad
mostly risen, emir to saunter in the pleas-
ant ground, others to go to their rooms to
make preparations for expeditions further
afield, all alike more or leas bent on drain-
ing to the dregs the cup of pleasure which
in Nice is always bubbling to the brim.
But at the end of the long table two groups
sitting nes each other and similarly com-
posed, yet having no connection, still lin-
gered over the grapes and peaohea. The
tall, dark man deep in conversation with
Mra. Vauhtt;;scn, the pretty American
widow, was Ptiuco Darnetrius Spandoff, a
Russian offioial high in favortwith the Czar,
who having worked hart for eleven months
of the year at swelling the chain -gangs to
Siberia was spending the twelfth as a holi•
day in the Sunny South. At home in St.
Petersburg tlio Prince was a silent enigma,
carrying dread in his frown and his senile
alike. Here in the Riviera he was as a
chattering schoolboy, dividing his time
pretty equally between the Casino at Monte
Carlo and the offering of perfectly harmless
homage to the fair American.
It was the last day of his holiday, and
the chance aequaintauce which had been so
pleasant for the last few weeks was to
come to an end that afternoon with the
Prince's departure northwards by the
rapide. The lady trust have been persuad-
ing him to prolong his stay despite the call
of duty, for as slto rose and swept grace-
fully towards one of the open French win-
dows, site said, in a voice loud enough to
reach the other group :
"Only a week; it is such aasitort time.
You have been ea kind and good 1 ant sure
you could spare me that."
The Prince rose also, and following with
his hand on his heart, trade answer;
"Madame, you ask what is impossible
and what gives me pain of the most ex-
quisite to refuse. Would that I could re-
main; but my time is up, and His Majesty
has need of ire."
"I want you a good deal more than the
Czar docs," said Mrs. Vanhuysen. "Come
into the garden, Prince. I must see if I
can't upset your determination."
The moment she had stepped through the
window, with Spandoff in close attendance,
the other pair of lingerers raised their eyes
to each other. Of this couple tate man was
also tall and distinguished Mint lie 'was very
fair, and his accent suggested a German
origin. Tho lady's ancestry may have been
Austro -Polish, but she lived in the present,
and for the present she was entirely cos.
mopolitan. She was of singularly pale com-
plexion, and had largo, quietly contempla-
tive eyes, When Mrs. Vantruysen was not
present, the men staying to the hotel voted
her attractive, but the w•ornen shrugged
their shoulders. The man was known as
Baron Kolnitz, the lady; as Madame Mosen-
that, and they,were supposed to be brother
and sister. As a matter of fact, they were
not related, and their names were quite
different; but that has nothing to do with
the story.
They gazed long and earnestly. The man
was the first to break the silence.
"It will upset all our plans if she does
prevail on him to stay," he said, in the
guttural accents of his race. "Who can
aay what a woman will do ? Sho may put
her soul into the job, now at the last mu-
ment, and disorganize everything. Our
mission would then have to be attempted in
this crowded hotel, if we are to give him
the quietus by the 51 h."
"The date matters little, I fancy, s"
long as he never sees St. Petersburg again,"
said Madame Mosenthal.
The baron shrugged his shoulders.
"You make no allowance for my feel-
ings," he replied. "I have planned every-
thing to a nicety ; I have spent 500 francs
in squaring the guard of the rapide. Fran
cois Peter, to do our bidding ; our own es
cane is arranged with certainty, and yet
you ask me to view the overthrow of all
this with complaisance."
"It will be time enough to grumble whet
cause arises," returned the lady. "For
myself I do not anticipate any change it
t
the programme. Would it not be well to
recapitulate the chief points in it; now
that we have an opportunity ?" she added,
glancing round the room, which was de-
serted save for the presence of the head
waiter, busy at a distant buffet and well
nut of earshot.
Kolnitz satisfied himself with a stealthy
glance in the same direction, and proceded
to enumerate his points with the gusto of
an artist well pleased with his own design.
"Tho train by which the Prince is to
travel," he whispered, "leaves hero 3.30
this afternoon. Wo also travel by that
train, but at first not together. We arrive
early at the station and take our tickets
for Paris, but we do not know each other,
you and I. When the train comes in I pro
ceed to any compartment I may select ;
full or empty, all the same, it does not
matter which. But on you at this stage
evct•ything depends. Tilt the moment of
departure you remain in the waiting -room.
Then, as if distracted at the thought of
losing the train, von rash on to the plat-
form. Francois •Petre, tho guard, already
squared with my 500 francs, is on the look
out. He bundles you with many apologies
into the coupe reserved for our good friend
the Prince. Spandoff will recognize you as
a fellow guest at this hotel, and as yon are
pretty when—pardon me—Madame Van-
hnysen is not by for comparison, he will be
civil. You also are civil, though very sad
at first at the absence of your brother, who,
you suppose, halt through his foolishness
lost the train. The Prince consoles you ;
you are consoled ; and by the time Mar-
seilles is retached you aro sufficiently friend-
ly to ask a favor. Tho train is just about
to start again ; 1 present myself at the
door of the coupe, and a great scene of
happiness ensues. I have been on the train
all the while, but missed you somehow at
Nice station. Thorn is no time for exptana-
tion—may I jump in ? You appeal to the
Prince—he cannot refuse—and 1 jump.
Tho train goes on. It is dark now ; and
presently a something which was once a
too -zealous Russian official is Hung out on
to the lino at a desolate place. At Lyons
two wr-aried travelers, not a bit like ;au
and I, leave the train and cttt across coun-
try to (;"neva. By the time that thing in
the desolate place 1s discovered we are but
in the crowd, and go on our several ways."
Kolnilz checked himself ate a muttered
M1, %
"Ffee►1' ft'orn his compa01on,2114 ¥Vic
Yatthuyeen catered the Italie thio tient by
the door, prestzmatdy to go to her owl
apartmenes,
':<'h% otleut upon the two conspirators trot
4iotultaneoue teal deelded. Kolnitz mutter•
ed a gutterai Gter*natt oath, and Statute
blankly at Madame in wboss wide, open
eyes a look of trouble was gathering.
"Did you hear that?" hissed the Baron,
"It is as I feared; the whole pretty fabrfo
falls. The Prince is to stay a week."
"Cootrot youreelf," whiepered the wo.
man; "yes; I heard plainly enough. She
told the waiter to inform the maitre d'hotet
that the apartments of 10. to Pripce are re-
tained for the week certain, That walk
in the grouud has done it evidently.
They sat quite still, pondering deeply
for Some momenta. At length the Baron
rose.
"I feel," he said, "like a playwright,
who on the eve of the production of hia
masterpiece ie told to change his plot, his
scenery and some of his ohmmeters, retain-
ing only the 'stare' of the pieee, and yet to
be ready by the appointed hour. No
matter; we shall kill somehow before the
15th. But for myself I feel no longer like
work for to•day, I Shalt seek dierection
at the tables at Monte Carlo, and not re-
turn till midnight. Will you accompany
me!"
"I will join you later in the day," *he re-
plied. "I cannot dismiss our purpose from
my iniad so easily. I shall go to my room
now and thiuk. I must study Madame
Vanhuysen and the Prinoe, and perhaps I
shall be able to hit oil some new idea. 1
will meet you at the Cueing in time for
dinner and we can return together."
It was not till four o'clock that Madafne
Mosenthal emerged from her room, ready
dressed for her trip to join the Baron a&
Monte Carlo' She had some little time to
spare before the train to the gambling re-
sort was duo to start, and she decided to
employ the interim in prospecting the
movements of the intended victim. To this
end, however, it was necessary that she
should scrape acquaintance with Mrs. Van-
huysen, and study her relations with Span -
doll more closely.
Madame proceeded to the garden at the
rear of the hotel. Here there was a foun-
tain, and chairs were set out under the
trees for the use of the visitors. The Rus-
sian was nowhere to be seen, but there Was
Mrs. Vanhuysen seated quite alone and
pensively watching the play of the spiral
jets.
It was an opportunity too good to be
lost. The attyen turess approached, and
seating het self in the chair near by,remark-
ed ou the beauty of the Scene, Mrs. Van-
huyseu's reply w•ts as brief as was cousist-
ent with politeness.
"I hear that tete Prince is to stay here
for aweek. That will he very charming
for you," proceeded IMatia tc, bathing
daunted. "Pardon tile. but we have notio-
ed that he scents gt eatly srtdtteu."
111rs. Vanhuysen stared at her with un-
feigned astonishment. "You—you must
have been real smart to do that," she
blurted out at length, surprised into the
language of the States.
She who called herself Mosonthal nodded
and smiled. "It is too plain for error, ma-
dame,' she simpered. "Will he spend
much of his time at the tables, think ,
you ?"
The intrusion was being pushed a little
too far to please even American free -and -
easiness.
"I cannot say," replied Mrs. Vanhuysen;
"neither caul see that it concerns you.
But," she added, as she rose joyfully from
her chair, "Isere he comes himself. You
had better ask hien."
The adventuress rose also, and looked
round. A well-dressed, dapper -looking
man with a traveling bag in his hand and a
railway rug over itis shoulder, was advanc-
ing from the hotel
"That !" said Madame Mosenthal, "that
is not Prince Spandoff."
"Who said it was?" snapped Mrs. Van-
huysen. "Rut it is the Prince I ant mostly
concerned in, and the one you have been
talking about, I guess, seeing you knew he
was to Ire here for a week—sty affianced
husband, John C- Pierce, ot Denver, U. S.
A-, very much at your service. Spandoff
left by the rapide an hour ago. He is well
on his way to Russia by this. How are
you, Johnny ?"
And while a pale -faced woman with mad
eyes and twitching lingeis walked slowly
away, the pretty widow was telling her
lover how chummy she had been with a
real live prince, and how site had tried and
faired to make him stay for their wedding.
At which John C. Pierce, of Denver,
smiled content.—Headon Hill.
Iced Oranges.
Peel six oranges, carefully all the white
skin and -seeds, and separate into small
portions. Whip the white of one egg with
three tablespoonfuls of water, then add a
dessertspoonful of powdered sugar. Mix
these well together and strain through a
fine wire sieve into a Hat vessel. Dip the
pieces of fruit first into very good sherry
and then into this mixture, and roll care.
fully in sifted granulated sugar. Place
each piece separately on a platter until dry,
and arrange tastefully in a glass dish.
The seeds are easily removed by cutting
through the portions of fruit in the center
just deep enough to pinch out the seed
without losing much juice; the icing will
;close the cut.
Saw Aire 'Wath a New One,
A boy was sent by his mother to their
next•door neighbor with the following
message: ",Mother wants to know if you'd
please to lend her a preserving kettle,
'cause as how she wants to preserve."
"We would with pleasure boy, but the
truth is that the last time we lent it your
mother preserved it so effectually that we
have never seen it since." "Well, you
needn't be so sarsy about your old kettle.
It was full of holes wnen we borrowed it ;
and mother wouldn't a troubled you only
we seed you bringing home a new one !"—
Scottish American.
The Country is Full of Such.
Tho Christian Enquirer tells of a clergy-
man to whom a certain "college" offered
the degree of 1).1). He declined to accept
the degree, however, until he knew more
about the institution. On inquiry he found
that the faculty consisted of the president,
his wife and daughter, and that there were
half a dozen students ; but ho had no sooner
gained his information from outeido parties
than there came a letter saying the trustees
had just met and voted to confer the de-
gree upon him, and all that was necessatiy
was to send a donation to the college.
Names of Sea Spoils.
Flotsam ie the terns for such goods as are
lost in a wreck and lie floating on the
water; Jetsam for such goods es have been
thrown overboard; and Ligan for such
goods es have been sunk with a cork or
buoy attached to mark their whereabouts.
Flotsam, Jetsam and Ligan aro not ties
lawful spoil of the finders, but must be de-
livered up to those who can prove a right
to them, the owners paying a reasonable
reward to those who preserved them, which
reward is called salvage.