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r ! i U THE JOURNAL. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 23, 1884. Xattrci at the Pisteics, CdsnTss, Hih., i: jsmsI- - e!in nittcr. tjie qirl next door. O flrl next door, dear girl, next door. Answer my questions few. For tho' you care not a snap for us, We long to know about you. Are you sweet sixteen, O girl next door? Are you tender-hearte- d and true? Do you ever write poems on love and Eprlngr Do you wc&r a No. 5 shoe? Are your tresses golden or black or brown? Are you sylph or sprite or human? Do you speak in a 6of t, low. cooing voice? ("An excellent thing in woman.") Are you strong-minded- ? and do you hold "Advanced ideas" and "views" On flirtation and science? or do you delight Only in gossip and news? Are you learned and grave? or silljand gay? Are your checks of a rose leaf red? Are you versed in science and classic loro7 In languages living and dead? Your eyes, are they blue or black or brown? Do you love the genus homo? Are you artistic, and can you tell A painting from a chromo? And what is your name, O girl next door? Is it Susan or Kate or Jenny? Or Mary Ann? and tell me, pray. Have you suitors few or many? Are you intellectual, brave and sweet? Are you afraid of mice? Do you believe in woman's rights? Are you very, very nice? Were you ever in love, O mystic girl, With a "perfectly lovely" man? Or do you Just delight to flirt With any one you can? Do you like a tall, or a short young man? Must his eyes be brown or blue? Do you like to lie out on a rainy day. With one umbrella for two? Are you very proper and wise and good? Do you indulge m slang? Do you ever whistle or swing your arms? Or wear your hair in a bang? O girl next door, I've found out naught, Tho" long I now have tarried. But tell me truly, are you engaged? And when arc you going to be married? Detroit Free Press. ' CALE CARDOXXE'S COURTSHIP. T. TOE LITTLE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR. Northbrook came under the auction-efer- 's hammerjby foreclosure of mortgage. It was a valuaLle country seat and did not bring half what it was worth. The purchaser was Cale Cardonne, an intelligent, wealthy, ed man, sometimes called by his friends "The German Baron;" not because he was of German descent, but probably because of his ruddy face, line physique, and brusque.positive manuers,the latter verging upon rudeness when his passion was aroused. The neighbors speculated consider- ably about his advent at Northbrook, and prophecies were made which were not particularly complimentary. He would Introduce new-fangl- ed notions; he would engage in foolish experiments; he would be an easy victim to the fal- lacies of theoretic farming, and the like. Well, he came and settled among them, and nothing of the kind occurred. He left farming operations to an ex- perienced hand, devoted his leisure mo- ments to books, enjoyed the fresh coun- try air, and attended so much to his own business and not to that of other people that he was voted too exclusive. There was a railroad station at Northbrook, and one day he ran hastily up the steps of the tower to send a mes- sage by telegraph. He had leaped from the train without thinking of the valise which he had placed on the seat beside him. Its contents were valuable, and he was anxious to receive it by the re- turning train. The operator was a quiet, demure-lookin- g girl, very compact, and plainly clad; her face creamy white, neither approaching to pallor nor indicating ill-heal- th. He stated his errand. Could she get a dispatch to Croyland before the train got there? "Oh, yes," was the reply. "How . can you identify the valise? Her voice sounded as clear as a bell, and her white shapely hand was toying with the button of the telegraph instru- ment "My name is on it," he said. "And your name is?" "Cale "Cardonne." She had heard of him, but had never met him. She surveyed him in a specu- lative way, yet with no suggestion of boldness. Her eyes were soft gray eyes, wiih fabulous depths, and just then tinged with wistful interest. A few ticking sounds followed, and then she announced that the message had been sent and acknowledged. He flung down a coin in compensation, and then picked up a book which she evi- dently had been reading. "'Sartor Itesartus, by Thomas Car-lyle- !" he exclaimed, reading the title, an intonation of surprise in his voice. "You are axe plodding through this?" he asked, stammering in his choice of words. "Yes," she answered. "And enjoy it?" was his next ques- tion, a little grimly put A faint pink flush came into her cheeks. "At least I do not consider the read- ing of it an infliction,'''' she rejoined, a scarcely perceptible smile about her lips. Her reply pleased him him. He was standing almost directly over her, for she was seated. He noticed the finely oised head, the compact brow, the del-ca- te ears, the chestnut-colore- d hair, with lurking shadows of bronze in it, and not a strand out of place. Her figure was lithe and graceful and her hair modest and self-conipos- His proximity did not disturb her: the con- sciousness of his worth did not cause her to depreciate herself. She opened a small drawer, threw into it the coin which he had placed on the table and handed him the proper change. "Keep it," he said, with a toss of his head. "I can not," she replied; "I am not entitled to it." "I am at liberty to give it to you." , "But I am not at libert- - to receive it," she answered, "or rather I do not vn&h to." . He picked up the change with afrown. "You know my name, he said; "if I knew yours we might consider ourselves acquainted. "- - "My name is Janet Thome," 6he re- joined, in her quiet way. He bowed, then descended the wind- ing stairway. "Janet!"" he repeated to himself. "A staid name, and it suits her. Somehow I feel strangely interested in the little-thru- sh." II. REJECTED. The two met frequently after that. Janet lived in a neat little cottage not far from the station. Her mother was dead and she supported an invalid fath- er with her earnings. " Cale Cardonne visited her at the cot- tage, sent her books and flowers, and sometimes walked with her in the woods which stretched between Northbrook and the cottage. Having seen so much of the world, being rich, handsome and a pleasing talker, it was no wonder she became fond of his society. He, in turn, was very much fascinated by her, and some- times wondered why. He had mingled a great deal in society and had met with many beautiful and accomplished ladies, while she was but a quiet, demure, ordi- nary-looking country girl. , However, he:was not the only man who had tried to find his way out of such a quandary. He proposed to her one evening. They were standing beside the cottage gate. The stars were shining softly overhead; fce young moon wasjust visible strove h low-lyin- g hill; a suDUe, resinous odor was wafted from the woods; the frogs croaked in the meadows; an owl called to his mate from a perch under the eaves of the mill. Why was Janet so long in replying to Cale Cardonno's passionate appeal? He saw the color come and go in her face. He saw her lips tighten. "I am so sorry !'"she said at last, with a gasp, her frame trembling. "Sorry!" repeated he, feeling a little dazed. "Because J have proposed to you?" "Because I am constrained to decline your offer," she said. It required bravery to speak those words, dictated by duty, when love and desire wanted so much to rebel. "Oh!" ejaculated Cale Cadonne, red- dening and biting his under lip. His nand was a brawny one, and she saw how tightly it closed on the upper rail of the gate. "If I knew the reason?" he asked. "You will not insist" she said, ly, catching her breath. "Evidently it exists in myself," he rejoined. "No, Mr. Cardonne." She spoke with rapidity, and with a quick fling of her hand. "Perhaps time, Janet " "No," she continued. "It will always exist" He had used the word exist, and she seemed to think it just the one to serve her. "Janet, you are the first woman to whom I ever proposed," he huskily said. "That is true, though I have almost reached middle age." "I believe you, sir," she answered, humbly, regretfully. "I appreciate the honor you have paid me. I am sorry." He did not want her pity. He felt like seizing her and flinging her down the embankment; bpt, by a great effort, he curbed his temper. "I am too polite to insist upon know-ingyourreaso- n," he said. "You might say I have not the right to demand it, and I don't know but that would be the truth. I am grievously disappointed, and it is such a novel, and such a a wretched experience to me, that I do not know where to look for redress or for comfort, rather. You wish me to understand that a chasm vawns between us" "Which can never be bridged," com- pleted she, her tone firm, though she trembled, as he could see in the star- light He lifted his hand to his cravat, as if to relieve a choking sensation there. "I can do nothing but submit," he slowly, ruefully said. He strode angrily down the path, but stopped, turned and called out: "Good-nigh- t, Janet" The resigned, pitiful tone made her heart ache as it had never ached be- fore. Good-nigh- t. 1lr. Cardonne," she flung back, startled at the sound of her voice, it wasso unlike her own. She stood alone a few minutes in her agony, her fingers twisted into a knot, an ashen pallor in her face, m. "YET I LOVE YOU, SIR!" A week later Janet Thorne met Cale Cardonne at the gate at Northbrook. She had stopped to deliver a dispatch. He took it, but eyed her askance, his face rigid. He noticed that she looked worried and that her hand shook. "Thank you," he crisply said, turning to go. "Mr. Cardonne!" Her tone was quick, incisive, tinged with desperation. He wheeled around. She stood stone still for a moment, white and speechless. She was having a fierce fight with her- self. "You dispise me," she said huskily. "Why, no, child!" He spoke the epithet in tenderness, not because she looked so childlike nor because he was a dozen years her senior. "I am very miserable over it, but can not blame you," he said, "unless it may be because you have no business to be so charming," and a queer smile came to his lips. "There is something I musttellyou," she said slowly, looking past him into vacancy. "In "justice to myself, sir, and I hope you will not think mo bold, I re- ject you, and yet I love you, sir. How deeply, God alone knows!" The sweet gray eyes were looking di- rectly at him then, a warm glow in them. His heart gave a bound. "Janet, nave you reconsidered?" She shook her head. "Then you have simply increased the pain the consciousness of the great boon I have lost Do you delignt in that?" His tone rose in volume, and a fiery sparkle came into his handsome black eyes. She recoiled, one hand pressed against her heart. "I wanted you to know, sir, that I. too, am suffering," she said, in a hushed, measured tone. "It has given me more pain to make the confession than it did you to hear it." She walked rapidly away, and he stared after her, slightly stupefied. "It is her candor that is her peculiar charm," was his mental comment, .rv. AH OUTBURST Of TEMPER. Cale Cardonne had but one congenial friend, a certain Dr. Weatherby, a man a little crotchety, but a jovial, good-heart- ed fellow withal, a most excellent physician, and well read, not only in the classics, but in the polite literature of the day. Every idle evening either found Cale Cardonne in the cozv office of the doctor or the latter in the library at Northbrook. "Cardonne, you ought to get mar- ried," the doctor said, one evening. They were seated in the librarj', little more than the top of the doctor's bald head visible in the smoke with which he had enveloped himself. "Why so. Weatherby?" They had a familiar way of calling each other by their last names. "You might look elsewhere and fare worse," remarked the doctor. "You have some one to recommend?" Cale Cardonne said, interrogatively. "Aye, 1 have," replied the doctor, "one who is worthy in every respect of any honest man's love. I mean Janet Thorne." Just .then something happened which rather disturbed the doctor's compla- cency. A pair of brawny arms seized him, lifted him from his chair, then re- - laced him in it with considerable vio-enc- e. The doctor was a small man, hut tough as a tennis-bal- l, with very little temper, or else but a sluggish one. He shook himself, adjusted his shirt collar, picked up his p ipe, and recrossed his legs. "Cardonne, I didn't know that you indulged in profanity," he said, his pipe once more in his mouth. "Did I swear? You are to blame. You provoked me." "Oh, I did, eh?" asked the doctor. "Very innocently so, I assure you. Duel- ing is under ban in this Commonwealth and generation. Still, I would be ex- cused for asking an explanation of such a sudden outburst" "She jilted me," srowled Cale Car donne, his passion spent. "Who jilted you?' "Janet Thorne." "No, she didn't," the doctor said, with emphasis. "I tell you she dW," declared the other, with equal emphasis. Ought not I to know? I I underwent it! That's just why I'm so sensitive." "She did not jilt you," persisted the doctor. Cale Cardonne was on his feet again. "What do you mean?" he fiercely de- manded. "Oh, yon want me to be Wall V m.t.A . ' new f uwvVMf "That's the better word," rejoined tlit doctor, "It isn't so derogatory. Whal possible reason could she hare had?" "You might ask Acr," growled the owner of Northbrook. "I didn't." "Perhaps she doesn't love you?" "That isn't complimentary to me, Weatherby. She confessed that she did love me." "Oh!" ejaculated the doctor, lapsing into silence for a time. "Cardonne, if she loves you she'll marry you," he slowly said. , "There's some mystery about the matter. She is very frank, and abominates conceal- ments. I have known her from baby- hood, and her mother before her. Ha!" The exclamation was sudden and ex- plosive, and his face intensified. "I think I know," he said, possible not aware that he was rubbing his hands. "Cardonne, if you'll apologize to me for that shaking I'll find you s wife." "Janet?" asked the "German Baron," with an illuminated face. "Do it, and I'll get on my knees to you. I'll con- sider myself your debtor forever. I'll" "Oh, don't be so profuse," interrupted the doctor, "but push the tobacco pouci over this way." v. "TOUR If OTHER ISN'T TOUB MOTHER.' "Janet," Doctor Weatherby said, "it was shabby in you to refuse Mr. Car- donne." He had stopped in front of the cot tage, and she was leaning over the wheel of his gig. The blood filled her face, then left, it marble while. "Did he tiiink so lightly of it as to mention it?" she asked, her eyes snap- ping. "Lightly?" cried the Doctor, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I am glad we weren't on top of Notre Dame when he mentioned it! Janet, your mother isn't your mother!" It was an astounding announcement, and made in the abrupt way usual witb .he Doctor. It was an inconsistent, im- - r probable, impossible statement, and yet Janet understood him. tor a moment she seemed bereft of speech and motion. "Dr. Weatherby, is that true?" she gasped. "Yes, Janet." "And father kept it from me." "There never was any need to tell you." "Why is there need now?" "Answer that, yourself, Janet. That Is why you rejected Cale Cardonne." "Yes," gasped Janet. "It would not have been right You have guessed the reason as a physician solely, perhaps. And my mother my real mother, my true mother was sh'e insane?" "No, little one." "Father in Heaven, I thank Thee." Her hands were clasped, her eyes were reverently uplifted, her face shining like the face of a saint. At least the Doctor thought so. "Janet, your happiness lies at your feet," he significantly said. "You will be sensible euough to take it up." Janet stole off into the dim woods to be alone under the trees and the wonder- ful revelation. Her stepmother, whom she supposed was her real mother, had died in the insane asyluni raving mad. Poor Janet believed that she had in- herited the taint; the dreadful visitation would come some time; she could not bring sorrow to the lifo of a husband, or shame and suffering to her offspring. VI. THE CHASM BRIDGED. There was a great crowd at tho church fair. Cale Cardonne, looking not unlike a German Baron, passed from table to table chatting with the ladies and buying their wares. Once a pair of soft, sweet gray eyes met his from amid the festoons of ivy. Ah, he knew to whom they belonged. His heart ached for a moment, and the light went out of his face. "A letter for Mr. Cardonne!" cried the postmistress from the little window of the pretended post-oflic- e. He walked thither, paid the postage and received his letter. It contained but one line: "Thccliasm has been bridged!" A tremulous hand anil no name! What did it mean? It came to him so suddenly that he felt that he was trem- bling. The evening wore away; the crowd dispersed; the ladies covered the tables for the morrow; the janitor began to put out the lights. Cale Cardonne lingered. Janet came toward the door, drawing ner shawl closely around her, her face unusually red, considering it was usually so white. "Can I see you home, Janet?" She answered him with a nod and a smile. The path led from the. church across the meadows odorous with clover and flaunting with dandelion blossoms; the sky" an unbroken expanse of blue stud- ded with softly-twinkli- ng stars. Janet was clinging to Cale Cardonne 's arm. "I received vour letter," he said. "Yes." "It had but one meaning." "There was but one intended." "Oh, Janet! you have made me happy!" "She dfd not answer him. There wasn't any need to. Perhaps she couldn't answ.er, he had clasped her sc tightly. "How was it bridged?" he inquired. "You are never to ask," was her flur- ried answer. "Dr. Weatherby knows." "Oil!" ejaculated Cale, "I recall a promise he made. It was merely a foolish fancy, wasn't it?" "At the time it seemed horribly real,' Janet replied with a shudder. "Thank God, it wasn't real!" Evening Call. An "Artless" Chap. "They've got au Art Loan up town, haven't they?" queried a young man who was waiting for three or four hours at the Union Railroad Station, the other day. 'Yes, sir," replied Officer Button. "How much to go in?' "Only twenty-fiv-e cents." "Do you draw a prize package, or anything of the kind?" "I think not," "Don't thev give you a chance in a raffle?" "No, sir." "Have they got any live Injuns or can- nibals on exhibition?" "Not that I know of." "Anr elephants bigger than Jumbo?" "No", sir." "I suppose they have some extra fine target-snooti- ng in there?" "They have nothing of the sort, sir. Don't you know what an Art Loan is?" "Is it fish - swimming around in tanks?" softly queried the young man after taking a moment to think. "No, sin "No menagerie about it?" "No, sir." "It isn't a panorama of the streets in New York?" "No, sir." 'Tain't Uncle Tom's Cabin?" "No, sir!" "Well," said the questioner, as he drew himself up, "you needn't "be so awful short about it! I wasn't going up to see it anyhow! If you folks here in Detroit think you can get up a grab-ba- g church oyster festival and call it by some high-soundi- ng name and rope me in you have rot hold of.the wrong med-der-lar- k! H'm! Art Loan! Let 'er Loan!" Detroit Free Press. We have doubted the story of the man who tried U steal a red-h- ot stove; but since the effort to steal the corpse of the fat woman tiie city of Chicago may Bot be considered safe itself. N. Jr. QragkU. Loral Warnings Agabut Tenuiees. I have lately examined with some care the excellent compilation by Ser- geant Finlcy, of the Signal Service,1 "Characteristics of.Six Hundred Torna- does," with reference to the question of devising a simple apparatus for saving human life. Saving property seems to, be out of tho question, as no structure can withstand the force of the tornado-win- d. Life may be saved by recourse to underground shelters, cellars, etc., -- such as nave actually oeen duuc in many places for this end. Two facts may be quoted from the work named: First Three hundred and forty-seve- n out of three hundred and ninety-thre- e torna- does (that is, eighty per cent-.- ) origi- nated between the west and the south southwest points; Second The average velocity of progression was about one mile in two minutes. ... If five minutes' warning could have been given at any of the late tornadoes, many lives might have been saved. If each house- hold could be warned by the continuous ringing of a bell, for example, that a wind of destructive force (say seventy miles per hour and upward) was ap- proaching, and that five minutes were available in which to seek shelter, this would be well worth doing. I have found that it is practicable to erect, at a moderate expense, (less than $500), an apparatus which would give from three to five minutes' warning to all the inhabitants of a small town, by the firing of a cannon, for instance; and in addition, and without any increased expense, this apparatus could ring a bell in every house. The additional ex- pense to each house would be less than ten dollars, the cost of maintenance would be less than one hundred dollars a year, and the work would be done by an intelligent person. The system, for a small town, would be something like the following: Suppose a circle described about the town with a radius of from two to two and one-ha- lf miles. The only serious danger from tornadoes is to be feared from the part of this circle between the west point and the southwest point. Along the circumference of this circle, between the south-southwe- st and west points, run a line of single telegraph-wir- e on twenty posts to the mile, and from the west point bring the wire into the town, letting it end at the telegraph office. It is grounded at each end of the line, mad at the telegraph office it is connected with a battery, which sends a constant current over the line. Within the town, connection is made in various houses with magnets. Each magnet holds a detent which prevents a bell from being rung by the action of a cheap clock- work governed by a coiled spring. If the circuit is broken anywhere in the line, each bell begins to ring, and con- tinues to sound till its spring is run down; for four or five minutes for ex- ample. A cannon could be fired by a simple device, which would warn per- sons in the fields, etc., to seek shelter. In a large town the circuit might end in one of the engine-house- s of the fire de- partment, and ring a bell there. This would be the signal for the man on watch to repeat the warning simulta- neously through as many local circuitsjas desirable. It remains to indicate the way in which the circuit is to be broken by the wind. The circuit of telegraph poles from the south-southwe- st to the west points would contain about fifty poles. On every one of these the wire would run first to an insulator, then to an iron horizontal axis screwed into the side of the post On this axis a piece of board one foot square can revolve freely. An iron rod projects below this board, and from the lower end of it a small wire goes to a pin in the telegraph-pol- e. This pin is connected by wire to a second insulator. From this the line goes to the next pole, and so on. The circuit ordinarily passes to the first insulator, thence to the iron rod, thence down the iron rod to the thin wire, through the pin to the second insulator, and so to the next telegraph-pol- e. The thin wire is a necessary part of the circuit. It is so made that it will break when the pressure of the wind on the square board is fifty pounds. The apparatus for each post is tested practically before it is setup. This can be done at any time in a simple manner. Whenever any single one of these boards is subjected to the pressure of fifty pounds, its wire will be ruptured, and the circuit will be broken, thus sending the necessary warning along the whole line. I have made one such indicator, which is connected with a small bell in this observatory. The wire is arranged so that it breaks at a wind-veloci- ty of about ten miles per hour, and it works in a perfectly suc-cesss- ul manner. The extension of the system for the protection of a small town is a simple matter. For a large city a more expensive system would have to be provided, as the wires be- tween poles should be carried under- ground to protect them from the chance of disturbance. Prof. Holden, in Science. Snake Skimeree. On the north side of the long stretch of grounds that belong to the Seamen's Retreat, at Stapleton. Staten Island, is a locality known as "Rocky Hollow," where there are hundreds of cabins occu- pied by colored people. In a retired part of Melwen street re- cently a venerable, white-haire- d colored man was seated in a camp-stoo- l, while on one side of him was a kettle hanging from three upright iron stakes over a blazing wood fire, and on the other was a perforated wooden box. The old gen- tleman was humming a plantation tune, and his flat nose, thick lips and ebony skin showed him to be a full-blood- ed African. He was skinning what at first sight seemed to be eels, but a close look showed that their skins were light, with stripes, or else black and differently colored, Some had cross stripes, some had none. They were all alive and wriggling as they were deftly caught in the left hand, their head went back, the throat exposed, a knife slipped across the neck below the head, and the skin peeled off in the same manner that an eel is skinned. They were snakes. Every time his hand came from the box the fingers held a snake. The old man chuckled as if he undoubtedly en- joyed his work. As soon as he had skinned the snakes they were dropped Into a large iron pot, where they would iquirm for some moments and gradually knot themselves up until motion ceased. The reoorter steDned closer. There were probably forty snakes.in the box. The mass was all netted and twisted to- - ether, crawling over one another and S arting their tongues out savagely. "What will you do with them?" was asked, after all had been skinned and the skins carefully laid out across a fence to dry. "Slake skimeree,' said the old gen- tleman, who was cutting the carcasses into pieces about two lashes long. "Make what?" "Skimeree coup stew," replied the aged Ethiope, as he removed the steam- ing kettle from over the fire and dumped some potatoes, cut tomatoes, onions, celery, small pieces of bacoa and fat pork, turnips and other vegeta- bles into the pot where the minced rep- tiles were, and then stirred the whole up together with his knife and poured in boning water. Then he placed fresh wood on the fire, and the mass was soon steaming. : "Now, den, we will add some dump-lin- ks to dem, an' de dish am com pleted,' he said. It is a lobely dish, if only knowed how to make it I earned to eat dat disk down ia St.. James Parish, in Louisiana, om Muter JtockwelTs place, thirty years ago. Down there, though, we got somiffcv I worth cookln' not dee little things. Down dere de snakes grows bigger thick cs yer arm. "De skins," ho continued, "wo sells to Voudoo women in Sullivan and Thompson streets, or aroun' here. Dey give us twenty-tw- o cents apiece for 'cm, an' sell 'em again fur charms. Dc col- ored people wear dem aroun' de arm or ankle. I know an awful pretty yeller gal who had a splendid place on Fifth avenue, and her mistress had kep her ever since she was a little girl. One day sho see the girl's arm, an' there, near the vaccination mark, was the skin of a little snake." He bared his own arm, around which was the skin of a beautifullv-colore- d snake, the bright hues of which had been brought out by oiling and curing. " 'Taint everybody dat knows how to euro dem right, but I do. Well, dat gal got packed ter onst It nearly gave mistress a fit. Some skins is wuth twcnty'dollars an' more if it is a large snake. Dey comes from Virginny, Ken-tuc- k and Louisiana. De head mus allers be kep' with the skin. Some high-ton- ed coons who is in favor in the big faro-ban-ks have' lubly skins about em." "What does skimeree' taste like?" "O, nice. It has a gamy flavor, like coon. Dis'll soon be dun taste it yer-se- l'. It's nice, I tell yer, bossce," and the old man seemed a trifle indignant as the reporter departed. N. Y. World. Jadge Black's First ABpelatmeat. Hon, Alexander Thompson presided as Judge of the Sixteenth Judicial Dis- trict of 'Pennsylvania (composed of the counties of Franklin, Bedford and Som- erset) from the 25th of June.1827, to March, 1842. He was a just man and a good Judge, but toward the close of hu public life he encountered some op- - A prominent lawyer of hambersburg was named as an oppos- ing candidate for the office, and soon a warm contest arosein which the lead- ing lawyers and citizens in the- - district took part. David R. Porter was then in the Executive chair. There was scarcely a lawyer in the district who did not visit the Governor to discuss the merits of the candidates. Early in the year 1842 a gentleman from Somerset called to oppose or. to support one of the candi dates I cannot remember whom and in bis conversation, produced a letter and read from it a paragraph. The Governor asked to have the whole letter read, which was done. It discussed the points of difference between the two candidates. The Governor asked to be allowed to read the letter for himself, which was done. "Black," he said; "J. S. Black? Whose son is he?'-- ' The visitor here mentioned the name of Mr. Black's father. Governor I remember him. I sat with him in the Internal Improvement Convention of 1825, and he certainly was a most intelligent gentleman. But what can you tell me about the son? Visitor Well, he is a young lawyer with some practice. He sits in his office, walks up and down town, sits on the dry-goo- ds boxes on the corner, makes some political speeches, and quotes Shakespeare. Governor Shakespeare! Shakespeare on the top of the Alleghany Mountains. What can he know about Shakespeare? Visito- r- Well, I believe he can repeat any play Shakespeare ever wrote. Governor What else does he do? Visitor He preaches. Governor Preaches! What does, he preach about? Visitor He preaches as all the rest of the preachers do, and I can tell you he can get up in the Court House on Sunday morning and preach and pray about as well as any of them. Governor Well, so much for tho Gospel what about the law? Does ho do much in that way? Visitor Yes; and there are somepeo- - who think he is a very good young awycr. Governor How does he figure in court? Visitor He is "rather awkward and hesitates some. He often amuses ua very much, but I don't think he will ever make much of a speaker. The visitor left, and the Governor, after a long pause, said to his amanuen- sis: "I did not believe there was a man in Somerset County who could write such a letter as that Here is a man who has read Shakespeare and, v no doubt, the Bible, or he could not preach much, and he pours out his thoughts in such English as amazes me. He evi- dently knows what a Judge ought to be. I must inquire further about that young man." As visitors called, inquiries were occasionally made about Mr. Black, and the answers were all satis- factory as to his character, moral and Of course, advocates of Erofessional. soon sprang up. On the 30th of March, 1842, to the astonish- ment of many of the friends of the other candidates, a commission as Presi- dent Judge was issued to Mr. Black. It is said that Judge Black was as- tounded when he saw it, asked whether the Governor had taken leave of his senses, protested his unwillingness to accept the office, and generally helped to set the town of Somerset in an up- roar. He did accept the office, how- ever, and in a few months established his entire competency to perform his duties, and rose high in the estimation of men of all parties. Judge Porter, in Philadelphia Press. Married for Keeps. The skipper of a coal boat on the Bal- timore & Ohio Canal recently decided, after mature deliberation and careful consideration, to marry his cook, who had been a tried and faithful servant tc him for quite a number of his perilouj trips on the storm-lashe- d canal. So h spoke to her about the matter one day, and after securing her coy consent, h ordered the boat tied up at a small town, and being a practical skipper, skipped up street after a parson. The nuptial knot was soon tied, the parson beaten down to a dollar and a half fot his fee, and then the canal boatman said: "Well Melindy, we are married fui keeps, now. We are hitched fur life, and must pull together. I'm a little short-hand- ed to-da- y, and as that leae1 mule has got saddle galls on his back, you jist take the tow path, and lead bin: down to Harper's Ferry, an' I'll steer, an' kinder ruminate on some plan tc give you work on the boat without go ing ashore in the mud. I've got a pow- erful sight more respect for you now. that you're my wife." Texas Siftingt. Mr. Madera, a middle-age- d bach- elor, of Reading, Pa., was a sensitive plant, and ed to withstand the chilling blasts of this world. Mr. Mad- ern was pious, and out of his twenty-fiv- e thousand dollars had given two thousand dollars toward the erection ol a chapel. He also labored with his handi until the skin was worn off them by carrying brick to the masons. The money contributed was not enough to complete the building, and the othet night Mr. Madern, grown disheartened, went out to his barn and hanged him- self. He left a note giving five hundred dollars more to the chapel and saving: "I will enter a better world than this.' I have .much, trouble here." Indianap- olis Journal. . During the war of 1812 two kege el coin were seat from Prescot U ensington, Ont, by stage. The stag! coke down and die gold was aecretei eearewhere near Ho; Back HilL SesM people fthlnk the coin may be foaael there idll.aad.maay holes have eeei in searea'citUMiniauaff totU Witmsu. PERSONAL Ami IMPERSONAL. Mr. Chamberlain, the father of the American ladv famous in Eurone'for her beauty, will not permit photograph er? svu ii in uaugiuur s picture. Mrs Elizabeth J. Crook has beea reappointed Io-.tmt- er at Arkadelphia, Ark. Notwithstanding her nanio, her accounts are as straight as a foot-measu- re. Chicago Journal. Leland Stanford, of California, does not look like a man who enjoys his millions. He has a strong, stern face of gloomy cast, and never smiles or shows interest - Isaac Hills, a Meriden (Conn.) teamster with four children, has been notified that his great uncle in Canada has died, leaving 9650,000, of which he will get $150,000. Boston Transcript. Queen Mary, the Chief of the Gyp- -, sies, now 76 vears old, has come over, from England, and is ruling .over her subjects, who have gathered in Penn- sylvania. Mary is said to be the Queen of all the Gypsies in the world. Phila- delphia Press. Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett must be credited with saying at least one good thin" outside of her books. On being asked how to write a novel she replied: "You must have pen, ink and paper. Use the lirt with brains, the second with imagination, and the third with generosity." Chicago Herald. " Lotta," says James H. Heverin, " is the wealthiest actress in tho world. t She can make more monev with her feet than the brainiest man'livinr.oanc with his head. She made $125,000 last season, and she is worth altogether, to i my knowledge, fully $1,000,000, not- - , withstanding the fact that she has lost $300,000 by bad speculations.". Y. Post. I A gossipy writer in the Troy. (N. T.) . Press says of Bret Harte's father, whom I he met 5'ears ago when he was private tutor of two of his playmates: "I remem-- ! ber him .well, a very pleasant gentleman. ;' He married a girl out of the mill. She was one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw. as handsome as a doll, but had no edncatiou. Her'husband educated her, and she became one of the finest ladies in Hudson." The Marquis of Lansdowne, the new. Governor-Gener- al of Canada., is e articularly distasteful to the Irish. He as an estate in Ireland of over 120,000 acres, and an annual rental of $178,000, but is noted for his stinginess, and par- ticularly distinguished himself two, .years ago by sending a shipload of seed potatoes to his starving tenants and charging them market rates for them. Chicago News. The descendants of the first of our Presidents are not numerous now. In Virginia are a few of the Washington family of the Lawrence Washington branch, and of the Madison there are none. Monroe has one or two nieces and a nephew living, and Jackson has not a living descendant. The Adams familv is the beat represented of the six. Jefferson h&a a number of descendants, and Mrs. Meikleham is the nearest living relation. She is the youngest daughter of his eldest daughter, Martha, who married a Randolph, and is the lait of her seven daughters. H. Y. Times. "A LITTLEJiONSEX8E. A long tramp : Tho one who stands six feet in his stockings. The last sad writes : A man's will. A splendid water-mete- r: Meeting her on the beach by moonlight. A Pittsburgh lady, whose first born, is six feet in his stockings and only half through his teens, thinks she will start a tea store. She has such a young high son. " Hush ! Beware of the torpedo I V said a young lady to an ineligible ad- mirer who was becoming too attentive. On his asking for an explanation she answered: "Oh, it's only our new name for mamma, because she blows us up so! " Chicago Tribune. As the happy couple were leaving tho church the husband said to the partner of his wedded life : "Marriage must seem a dreadful thing to you. Why, you were all of a tremble, and one could hardly hear you say I will!'" "I shall have more courage, and say it louder next time," "returned the blushing bride. A sporting paper says that a certain base-ba- ll player was "fined twenty-fiv-e dollars for missing a fly." Persons who have watched the antics of a bald-head- ed man as he strikes aimlessly at a fly will wonder how long the richest bald-head- ed man's purse would hold out if he were obliged to pav twentv- - 4ive dollars for a miss. N. Y. Journal. "What did you see at the meeting. Harry?" said the president of an agri- cultural club to his son. All the mem- bers of the club, who were dining with the boy's father, looked at the lad as he replied: "I heard Mr. Jones there make a few feeble remarks." "Why, Harry ! " exclaimed his father, in. dis- tress. "Yes, sir, it's so; for didn't he say, when he got up to speak, 'I'll venture a few feeble- - remarks P'" Golden Days. A man of dull wits, who took things literally, had often heard that "Truth is a jewel lying at the bottom of a well;" so he decided one day to go aown toe well tor tee purpose of taking possession of the jewel. He hurt his knees and elbows, bumped his head, ran an old fork into his foot, and shiv- ered around for six long hours before his wife drew him up. "What in the world were yon doing down there?" asked the Wife. "I was looking for Truth, but I guess this ain't Truth's well." An old Scotch storv is good enough to bo lately revived in the Scotch papers:; One night Sandy told her that he "lUcst1' her "awfu'-wee.- " She simply. respoadtd. "ditto." Sandy was .not very sure what that meant; so the next day while at work, he said, "Father can you tell me what tfitto' is?" "Ou. ay, Sandy!" replied his father. "Dae ye see that cabbage?" "Yes." "And dae ye see that ither ane, that Is jist the same?" "Yes." "Weel. that's ditto." "Gra- cious goodness!" exclaimed Sand v. "Did she ca' me a cabbage-head- ? lfll na' wed her." H. Y. Post. "Old woman," said a Fifth avenne man last night, at twelve o'clock, when he came home with about fourteen drinks in him, and found his wife in her night-gow- n, "let's play the 'Siege of Lucknow,' " and he grabbed the broom and rasped all the tinware off the wall. "What do I play?" said she. "You play Jesse," said he. "All right." am ihe, and she grabbed him by the hair, wiped up the floor with him, baaged his legs against the steve, hit nin on me neaa wiin a upper, aaa funghimoutof the backdoor. Whea he awakened this morning, under the back-ove- n, he said: "The old woman played her part well." .V Y. QraphU. Maud, the little sixteen-tnonths-o- ld daughter of Mr. John Lennon, of this city, fell upon the floor and stuck the point of a tack into her forehead. The, matter caused no uneasiness at the time, but the child has continued to get worse each day since, and finally the wound developed symptoms of blood poisoning which grew more dangerous ta character unmake expired la convul- sions. The severe and sad results from,, each a trifling wound is something very, unusual In the experience of physicians in this locality. Lockp (N. Y.) Kews. Thece Js-- a. aatural bridge ia Arkoae, which, it is said, far orpaejee ia eise the weU-kae- aataral bridge ia - - - - - - 1 1 -- j DUr Exprecs Tnuua ftr Ocmlm, Out-Mf- Kan Clljr, St Luu aud aU points Swt. Through con vitt PtsirJa to InIIa:i-wlU- . Rlegont FtUlniau i'alscr (Vr act! Dy ccchea ca ell throurrh tda3. ccd iNnta? ar out of Missouri R.vcr. i loron::li Tickets rt tha i c?- - i.atc3 hmUii; wi'l l.o cbeckM t Ifsunati:t. Any information as to rata-- , routes t.. thue tables Will !i c y t miiah.-- d y;ou ait:iciti(u to hcj ugent, c r to T. S. IZVSms, C.vtiural Ticket Agent. Omaha. Xub. 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Page 1: Columbus journal (Columbus, Neb.). (Columbus, NE) 1884-01 ...r! i U THE JOURNAL. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 23, 1884. Xattrci at the Pisteics, CdsnTss, Hih., i: jsmsI--e!in nittcr. tjie qirl

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THE JOURNAL.WEDNESDAY, JAN. 23, 1884.

Xattrci at the Pisteics, CdsnTss, Hih., i: jsmsI- -

e!in nittcr.

tjie qirl next door.O flrl next door, dear girl, next door.

Answer my questions few.For tho' you care not a snap for us,

We long to know about you.

Are you sweet sixteen, O girl next door?Are you tender-hearte- d and true?

Do you ever write poems on love and EprlngrDo you wc&r a No. 5 shoe?

Are your tresses golden or black or brown?Are you sylph or sprite or human?

Do you speak in a 6oft, low. cooing voice?("An excellent thing in woman.")

Are you strong-minded- ? and do you hold"Advanced ideas" and "views"

On flirtation and science? or do you delightOnly in gossip and news?

Are you learned and grave? or silljand gay?Are your checks of a rose leaf red?

Are you versed in science and classic loro7In languages living and dead?

Your eyes, are they blue or black or brown?Do you love the genus homo?

Are you artistic, and can you tellA painting from a chromo?

And what is your name, O girl next door?Is it Susan or Kate or Jenny?

Or Mary Ann? and tell me, pray.Have you suitors few or many?

Are you intellectual, brave and sweet?Are you afraid of mice?

Do you believe in woman's rights?Are you very, very nice?

Were you ever in love, O mystic girl,With a "perfectly lovely" man?

Or do you Just delight to flirtWith any one you can?

Do you like a tall, or a short young man?Must his eyes be brown or blue?

Do you like to lie out on a rainy day.With one umbrella for two?

Are you very proper and wise and good?Do you indulge m slang?

Do you ever whistle or swing your arms?Or wear your hair in a bang?

O girl next door, I've found out naught,Tho" long I now have tarried.

But tell me truly, are you engaged?And when arc you going to be married?

Detroit Free Press.

'CALE CARDOXXE'S COURTSHIP.

T.

TOE LITTLE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR.

Northbrook came under the auction-efer- 's

hammerjby foreclosure of mortgage.It was a valuaLle country seat and didnot bring half what it was worth.

The purchaser was Cale Cardonne,an intelligent, wealthy, ed

man, sometimes called by his friends"The German Baron;" not because hewas of German descent, but probablybecause of his ruddy face, line physique,and brusque.positive manuers,the latterverging upon rudeness when his passionwas aroused.

The neighbors speculated consider-ably about his advent at Northbrook,and prophecies were made which werenot particularly complimentary. Hewould Introduce new-fangl- ed notions;he would engage in foolish experiments;he would be an easy victim to the fal-lacies of theoretic farming, and the like.

Well, he came and settled amongthem, and nothing of the kind occurred.He left farming operations to an ex-

perienced hand, devoted his leisure mo-

ments to books, enjoyed the fresh coun-try air, and attended so much to hisown business and not to that of otherpeople that he was voted too exclusive.

There was a railroad station atNorthbrook, and one day he ran hastilyup the steps of the tower to send a mes-sage by telegraph. He had leaped fromthe train without thinking of the valisewhich he had placed on the seat besidehim. Its contents were valuable, andhe was anxious to receive it by the re-

turning train.The operator was a quiet, demure-lookin- g

girl, very compact, and plainlyclad; her face creamy white, neitherapproaching to pallor nor indicating ill-heal- th.

He stated his errand. Could she geta dispatch to Croyland before the traingot there?

"Oh, yes," was the reply. "How. can you identify the valise?

Her voice sounded as clear as a bell,and her white shapely hand was toyingwith the button of the telegraph instru-ment

"My name is on it," he said."And your name is?""Cale "Cardonne."She had heard of him, but had never

met him. She surveyed him in a specu-lative way, yet with no suggestion ofboldness. Her eyes were soft gray eyes,wiih fabulous depths, and just thentinged with wistful interest.

A few ticking sounds followed, andthen she announced that the messagehad been sent and acknowledged. Heflung down a coin in compensation, andthen picked up a book which she evi-dently had been reading.

"'Sartor Itesartus, by Thomas Car-lyle- !"

he exclaimed, reading the title,an intonation of surprise in his voice."You are axe plodding through this?"he asked, stammering in his choice ofwords.

"Yes," she answered."And enjoy it?" was his next ques-

tion, a little grimly putA faint pink flush came into her

cheeks."At least I do not consider the read-

ing of it an infliction,'''' she rejoined, ascarcely perceptible smile about her lips.

Her reply pleased him him. He wasstanding almost directly over her, forshe was seated. He noticed the finely

oised head, the compact brow, the del-ca-te

ears, the chestnut-colore-d hair,with lurking shadows of bronze in it,and not a strand out of place.

Her figure was lithe and graceful andher hair modest and self-conipos- Hisproximity did not disturb her: the con-sciousness of his worth did not cause herto depreciate herself.

She opened a small drawer, threwinto it the coin which he had placed onthe table and handed him the properchange.

"Keep it," he said, with a toss of hishead.

"I can not," she replied; "I am notentitled to it."

"I am at liberty to give it to you.", "But I am not at libert- - to receiveit," she answered, "or rather I do notvn&h to.". He picked up the change with a frown.

"You know my name, he said; "if Iknew yours we might consider ourselvesacquainted. "- -

"My name is Janet Thome," 6he re-joined, in her quiet way.

He bowed, then descended the wind-ing stairway.

"Janet!"" he repeated to himself. "Astaid name, and it suits her. SomehowI feel strangely interested in the little-thru- sh."

II.REJECTED.

The two met frequently after that.Janet lived in a neat little cottage notfar from the station. Her mother wasdead and she supported an invalid fath-er with her earnings." Cale Cardonne visited her at the cot-tage, sent her books and flowers, andsometimes walked with her in the woodswhich stretched between Northbrookand the cottage.

Having seen so much of the world,being rich, handsome and a pleasingtalker, it was no wonder she becamefond of his society. He, in turn, wasvery much fascinated by her, and some-times wondered why. He had mingleda great deal in society and had met withmany beautiful and accomplished ladies,while she was but a quiet, demure, ordi-

nary-looking country girl. , However,he:was not the only man who had triedto find his way out of such a quandary.

He proposed to her one evening. Theywere standing beside the cottage gate.The stars were shining softly overhead;fce young moon wasjust visible stroveh low-lyin- g hill; a suDUe, resinous

odor was wafted from the woods; thefrogs croaked in the meadows; an owlcalled to his mate from a perch underthe eaves of the mill.

Why was Janet so long in replying toCale Cardonno's passionate appeal? Hesaw the color come and go in her face.He saw her lips tighten.

"I am so sorry !'"she said at last, witha gasp, her frame trembling.

"Sorry!" repeated he, feeling a littledazed. "Because J have proposed toyou?"

"Because I am constrained to declineyour offer," she said.

It required bravery to speak thosewords, dictated by duty, when love anddesire wanted so much to rebel.

"Oh!" ejaculated Cale Cadonne, red-

dening and biting his under lip.His nand was a brawny one, and she

saw how tightly it closed on the upperrail of the gate.

"If I knew the reason?" he asked."You will not insist" she said, ly,

catching her breath."Evidently it exists in myself," he

rejoined."No, Mr. Cardonne."She spoke with rapidity, and with a

quick fling of her hand."Perhaps time, Janet ""No," she continued. "It will always

exist"He had used the word exist, and she

seemed to think it just the one to serveher.

"Janet, you are the first woman towhom I ever proposed," he huskily said."That is true, though I have almostreached middle age."

"I believe you, sir," she answered,humbly, regretfully. "I appreciate thehonor you have paid me. I am sorry."

He did not want her pity. He feltlike seizing her and flinging her downthe embankment; bpt, by a great effort,he curbed his temper.

"I am too polite to insist upon know-ingyourreaso- n,"

he said. "You mightsay I have not the right to demand it,and I don't know but that would be thetruth. I am grievously disappointed,and it is such a novel, and such a awretched experience to me, that I donot know where to look for redress orfor comfort, rather. You wish me tounderstand that a chasm vawns betweenus"

"Which can never be bridged," com-pleted she, her tone firm, though shetrembled, as he could see in the star-light

He lifted his hand to his cravat, as ifto relieve a choking sensation there.

"I can do nothing but submit," heslowly, ruefully said.

He strode angrily down the path, butstopped, turned and called out:

"Good-nigh-t, Janet"The resigned, pitiful tone made her

heart ache as it had never ached be-

fore.Good-nigh- t. 1lr. Cardonne," she

flung back, startled at the sound of hervoice, it wasso unlike her own.

She stood alone a few minutes in heragony, her fingers twisted into a knot,an ashen pallor in her face,

m."YET I LOVE YOU, SIR!"

A week later Janet Thorne met CaleCardonne at the gate at Northbrook.She had stopped to deliver a dispatch.He took it, but eyed her askance, hisface rigid. He noticed that she lookedworried and that her hand shook.

"Thank you," he crisply said, turningto go.

"Mr. Cardonne!"Her tone was quick, incisive, tinged

with desperation.He wheeled around. She stood stone

still for a moment, white and speechless.She was having a fierce fight with her-self.

"You dispise me," she said huskily."Why, no, child!"He spoke the epithet in tenderness,

not because she looked so childlike norbecause he was a dozen years hersenior.

"I am very miserable over it, but cannot blame you," he said, "unless it maybe because you have no business to beso charming," and a queer smile cameto his lips.

"There is something I musttellyou,"she said slowly, looking past him intovacancy. "In "justice to myself, sir, andI hope you will not think mo bold, I re-

ject you, and yet I love you, sir. Howdeeply, God alone knows!"

The sweet gray eyes were looking di-

rectly at him then, a warm glow in them.His heart gave a bound.

"Janet, nave you reconsidered?"She shook her head."Then you have simply increased the

pain the consciousness of the greatboon I have lost Do you delignt inthat?"

His tone rose in volume, and a fierysparkle came into his handsome blackeyes.

She recoiled, one hand pressed againsther heart.

"I wanted you to know, sir, that I.too, am suffering," she said, in a hushed,measured tone. "It has given me morepain to make the confession than it didyou to hear it."

She walked rapidly away, and hestared after her, slightly stupefied.

"It is her candor that is her peculiarcharm," was his mental comment,

.rv.AH OUTBURST Of TEMPER.

Cale Cardonne had but one congenialfriend, a certain Dr. Weatherby, a mana little crotchety, but a jovial, good-heart- ed

fellow withal, a most excellentphysician, and well read, not only inthe classics, but in the polite literatureof the day. Every idle evening eitherfound Cale Cardonne in the cozv officeof the doctor or the latter in the libraryat Northbrook.

"Cardonne, you ought to get mar-ried," the doctor said, one evening.

They were seated in the librarj', littlemore than the top of the doctor's baldhead visible in the smoke with which hehad enveloped himself.

"Why so. Weatherby?"They had a familiar way of calling

each other by their last names."You might look elsewhere and fare

worse," remarked the doctor."You have some one to recommend?"

Cale Cardonne said, interrogatively."Aye, 1 have," replied the doctor,

"one who is worthy in every respect ofany honest man's love. I mean JanetThorne."

Just .then something happened whichrather disturbed the doctor's compla-cency. A pair of brawny arms seizedhim, lifted him from his chair, then re--

laced him in it with considerable vio-enc- e.

The doctor was a small man, huttough as a tennis-bal- l, with very littletemper, or else but a sluggish one. Heshook himself, adjusted his shirt collar,picked up his p ipe, and recrossed hislegs.

"Cardonne, I didn't know that youindulged in profanity," he said, hispipe once more in his mouth.

"Did I swear? You are to blame.You provoked me."

"Oh, I did, eh?" asked the doctor."Very innocently so, I assure you. Duel-ing is under ban in this Commonwealthand generation. Still, I would be ex-cused for asking an explanation of sucha sudden outburst"

"She jilted me," srowled Cale Cardonne, his passion spent.

"Who jilted you?'"Janet Thorne.""No, she didn't," the doctor said, with

emphasis."I tell you she dW," declared the

other, with equal emphasis. Ought notI to know? I I underwent it! That'sjust why I'm so sensitive."

"She did not jilt you," persisted thedoctor.

Cale Cardonne was on his feet again."What do you mean?" he fiercely de-

manded. "Oh, yon want me to beWall V m.t.A . 'new f uwvVMf

"That's the better word," rejoined tlitdoctor, "It isn't so derogatory. Whalpossible reason could she hare had?"

"You might ask Acr," growled theowner of Northbrook. "I didn't."

"Perhaps she doesn't love you?""That isn't complimentary to me,

Weatherby. She confessed that she didlove me."

"Oh!" ejaculated the doctor, lapsinginto silence for a time.

"Cardonne, if she loves you she'llmarry you," he slowly said. , "There'ssome mystery about the matter. She isvery frank, and abominates conceal-ments. I have known her from baby-hood, and her mother before her.Ha!"

The exclamation was sudden and ex-

plosive, and his face intensified."I think I know," he said, possible

not aware that he was rubbing hishands. "Cardonne, if you'll apologizeto me for that shaking I'll find you swife."

"Janet?" asked the "German Baron,"with an illuminated face. "Do it, andI'll get on my knees to you. I'll con-sider myself your debtor forever.I'll"

"Oh, don't be so profuse," interruptedthe doctor, "but push the tobacco pouciover this way."

v."TOUR IfOTHER ISN'T TOUB MOTHER.'

"Janet," Doctor Weatherby said, "itwas shabby in you to refuse Mr. Car-donne."

He had stopped in front of the cottage, and she was leaning over the wheelof his gig.

The blood filled her face, then left, itmarble while.

"Did he tiiink so lightly of it as tomention it?" she asked, her eyes snap-ping.

"Lightly?" cried the Doctor, with ashrug of his shoulders. "I am glad weweren't on top of Notre Dame when hementioned it! Janet, your mother isn'tyour mother!"

It was an astounding announcement,and made in the abrupt way usual witb.he Doctor. It was an inconsistent, im- -

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probable, impossible statement, and yetJanet understood him. tor a momentshe seemed bereft of speech and motion.

"Dr. Weatherby, is that true?" shegasped.

"Yes, Janet.""And father kept it from me.""There never was any need to tell

you.""Why is there need now?""Answer that,yourself, Janet. That Is

why you rejected Cale Cardonne.""Yes," gasped Janet. "It would not

have been right You have guessed thereason as a physician solely, perhaps.And my mother my real mother, mytrue mother was sh'e insane?"

"No, little one.""Father in Heaven, I thank Thee."Her hands were clasped, her eyes were

reverently uplifted, her face shining likethe face of a saint. At least the Doctorthought so.

"Janet, your happiness lies at yourfeet," he significantly said. "You willbe sensible euough to take it up."

Janet stole off into the dim woods tobe alone under the trees and the wonder-ful revelation. Her stepmother, whomshe supposed was her real mother, haddied in the insane asyluni raving mad.Poor Janet believed that she had in-

herited the taint; the dreadful visitationwould come some time; she could notbring sorrow to the lifo of a husband, orshame and suffering to her offspring.

VI.THE CHASM BRIDGED.

There was a great crowd at thochurch fair. Cale Cardonne, lookingnot unlike a German Baron, passed fromtable to table chatting with the ladiesand buying their wares.

Once a pair of soft, sweet gray eyesmet his from amid the festoons of ivy.Ah, he knew to whom they belonged.His heart ached for a moment, and thelight went out of his face.

"A letter for Mr. Cardonne!" criedthe postmistress from the little windowof the pretended post-oflic- e.

He walked thither, paid the postageand received his letter. It containedbut one line:

"Thccliasm has been bridged!"A tremulous hand anil no name!

What did it mean? It came to him sosuddenly that he felt that he was trem-bling.

The evening wore away; the crowddispersed; the ladies covered the tablesfor the morrow; the janitor began toput out the lights.

Cale Cardonne lingered. Janet cametoward the door, drawing ner shawlclosely around her, her face unusuallyred, considering it was usually so white.

"Can I see you home, Janet?"She answered him with a nod and a

smile.The path led from the. church across

the meadows odorous with clover andflaunting with dandelion blossoms; thesky" an unbroken expanse of blue stud-ded with softly-twinkli- ng stars.

Janet was clinging to Cale Cardonne 'sarm.

"I received vour letter," he said."Yes.""It had but one meaning.""There was but one intended.""Oh, Janet! you have made me

happy!""She dfd not answer him. There

wasn't any need to. Perhaps shecouldn't answ.er, he had clasped her sctightly.

"How was it bridged?" he inquired."You are never to ask," was her flur-

ried answer. "Dr. Weatherby knows.""Oil!" ejaculated Cale, "I recall a

promise he made. It was merely afoolish fancy, wasn't it?"

"At the time it seemed horribly real,'Janet replied with a shudder. "ThankGod, it wasn't real!" Evening Call.

An "Artless" Chap.

"They've got au Art Loan up town,haven't they?" queried a young manwho was waiting for three or four hoursat the Union Railroad Station, the otherday.

'Yes, sir," replied Officer Button."How much to go in?'"Only twenty-fiv-e cents.""Do you draw a prize package, or

anything of the kind?""I think not,""Don't thev give you a chance in a

raffle?""No, sir.""Have they got any live Injuns or can-

nibals on exhibition?""Not that I know of.""Anr elephants bigger than Jumbo?""No", sir.""I suppose they have some extra fine

target-snooti- ng in there?""They have nothing of the sort, sir.

Don't you know what an Art Loan is?""Is it fish - swimming around in

tanks?" softly queried the young manafter taking a moment to think.

"No, sin"No menagerie about it?""No, sir.""It isn't a panorama of the streets in

New York?""No, sir."

'Tain't Uncle Tom's Cabin?""No, sir!""Well," said the questioner, as he

drew himself up, "you needn't "be soawful short about it! I wasn't going upto see it anyhow! If you folks here inDetroit think you can get up a grab-ba- g

church oyster festival and call it bysome high-soundi-ng name and rope mein you have rot hold of.the wrong med-der-lar-k!

H'm! Art Loan! Let 'erLoan!" Detroit Free Press.

We have doubted the story of theman who tried U steal a red-h- ot stove;but since the effort to steal the corpse ofthe fat woman tiie city of Chicago mayBot be considered safe itself. N. Jr.QragkU.

Loral Warnings Agabut Tenuiees.I have lately examined with some

care the excellent compilation by Ser-geant Finlcy, of the Signal Service,1"Characteristics of.Six Hundred Torna-does," with reference to the question ofdevising a simple apparatus for savinghuman life. Saving property seems to,be out of tho question, as no structurecan withstand the force of the tornado-win- d.

Life may be saved by recourse tounderground shelters, cellars, etc., --suchas nave actually oeen duuc in manyplaces for this end. Two facts may bequoted from the work named: FirstThree hundred and forty-seve- n out ofthree hundred and ninety-thre- e torna-does (that is, eighty per cent-.- ) origi-nated between the west and the southsouthwest points; Second The averagevelocity of progression was about onemile in two minutes. ... If fiveminutes' warning could have been givenat any of the late tornadoes, many livesmight have been saved. If each house-hold could be warned by the continuousringing of a bell, for example, that awind of destructive force (say seventymiles per hour and upward) was ap-proaching, and that five minutes wereavailable in which to seek shelter, thiswould be well worth doing.

I have found that it is practicable toerect, at a moderate expense, (less than$500), an apparatus which would givefrom three to five minutes' warning toall the inhabitants of a small town, bythe firing of a cannon, for instance; andin addition, and without any increasedexpense, this apparatus could ring a bellin every house. The additional ex-pense to each house would be less thanten dollars, the cost of maintenancewould be less than one hundreddollars a year, and the work would bedone by an intelligent person. Thesystem, for a small town, would besomething like the following: Suppose acircle described about the town with aradius of from two to two and one-ha- lf

miles. The only serious danger fromtornadoes is to be feared from the partof this circle between the west pointand the southwest point. Along thecircumference of this circle, betweenthe south-southwe- st and west points,run a line of single telegraph-wir- e ontwenty posts to the mile, and from thewest point bring the wire into the town,letting it end at the telegraph office. Itis grounded at each end of the line, madat the telegraph office it is connectedwith a battery, which sends a constantcurrent over the line. Within the town,connection is made in various houseswith magnets. Each magnet holds adetent which prevents a bell from beingrung by the action of a cheap clock-work governed by a coiled spring. Ifthe circuit is broken anywhere in theline, each bell begins to ring, and con-tinues to sound till its spring is rundown; for four or five minutes for ex-

ample. A cannon could be fired by asimple device, which would warn per-sons in the fields, etc., to seek shelter.In a large town the circuit might end inone of the engine-house- s of the fire de-

partment, and ring a bell there. Thiswould be the signal for the man onwatch to repeat the warning simulta-neously through as many local circuitsjasdesirable.

It remains to indicate the way inwhich the circuit is to be broken by thewind. The circuit of telegraph polesfrom the south-southwe- st to the westpoints would contain about fifty poles.On every one of these the wire wouldrun first to an insulator, then to aniron horizontal axis screwed into theside of the post On this axis a piece ofboard one foot square can revolve freely.An iron rod projects below this board,and from the lower end of it a smallwire goes to a pin in the telegraph-pol- e.

This pin is connected by wire to a secondinsulator. From this the line goes tothe next pole, and so on. The circuitordinarily passes to the first insulator,thence to the iron rod, thence down theiron rod to the thin wire, through thepin to the second insulator, and so to thenext telegraph-pol- e. The thin wire is anecessary part of the circuit. It is somade that itwill break when the pressureof the wind on the square board is fiftypounds. The apparatus for each post istested practically before it is setup.This can be done at any time in a simplemanner. Whenever any single one ofthese boards is subjected to the pressureof fifty pounds, its wire will be ruptured,and the circuit will be broken, thussending the necessary warning alongthe whole line. I have made one suchindicator, which is connected with asmall bell in this observatory. Thewire is arranged so that it breaks at awind-veloci- ty of about ten miles perhour, and it works in a perfectly suc-cesss- ul

manner. The extension of thesystem for the protection of a small townis a simple matter. For a large citya more expensive system wouldhave to be provided, as the wires be-

tween poles should be carried under-ground to protect them from the chanceof disturbance. Prof. Holden, inScience.

Snake Skimeree.

On the north side of the long stretchof grounds that belong to the Seamen'sRetreat, at Stapleton. Staten Island, isa locality known as "Rocky Hollow,"where there are hundreds of cabins occu-pied by colored people.

In a retired part of Melwen street re-

cently a venerable, white-haire- d coloredman was seated in a camp-stoo- l, whileon one side of him was a kettle hangingfrom three upright iron stakes over ablazing wood fire, and on the other wasa perforated wooden box. The old gen-tleman was humming a plantation tune,and his flat nose, thick lips and ebonyskin showed him to be a full-blood- ed

African. He was skinning what at firstsight seemed to be eels, but a close lookshowed that their skins were light, withstripes, or else black and differentlycolored, Some had cross stripes, somehad none. They were all alive andwriggling as they were deftly caught inthe left hand, their head went back, thethroat exposed, a knife slipped acrossthe neck below the head, and the skinpeeled off in the same manner that aneel is skinned. They were snakes.

Every time his hand came from thebox the fingers held a snake. The oldman chuckled as if he undoubtedly en-

joyed his work. As soon as he hadskinned the snakes they were droppedInto a large iron pot, where they wouldiquirm for some moments and graduallyknot themselves up until motionceased.

The reoorter steDned closer. Therewere probably forty snakes.in the box.The mass was all netted and twisted to--

ether, crawling over one another andSarting their tongues out savagely.

"What will you do with them?" wasasked, after all had been skinned andthe skins carefully laid out across a fenceto dry.

"Slake skimeree,' said the old gen-tleman, who was cutting the carcassesinto pieces about two lashes long.

"Make what?""Skimeree coup stew," replied the

aged Ethiope, as he removed the steam-ing kettle from over the fire anddumped some potatoes, cut tomatoes,onions, celery, small pieces of bacoaand fat pork, turnips and other vegeta-bles into the pot where the minced rep-tiles were, and then stirred the wholeup together with his knife and pouredin boning water. Then he placed freshwood on the fire, and the mass was soonsteaming. :

"Now, den, we will add some dump-lin- ks

to dem, an' de dish am completed,' he said. It is a lobely dish, if

only knowed how to make it Iearned to eat dat disk down ia St..

James Parish, in Louisiana, om MuterJtockwelTs place, thirty years ago.Down there, though, we got somiffcv I

worth cookln' not dee little things.Down dere de snakes grows biggerthick cs yer arm.

"De skins," ho continued, "wo sellsto Voudoo women in Sullivan andThompson streets, or aroun' here. Deygive us twenty-tw- o cents apiece for 'cm,an' sell 'em again fur charms. Dc col-

ored people wear dem aroun' de arm orankle. I know an awful pretty yellergal who had a splendid place on Fifthavenue, and her mistress had kep herever since she was a little girl. Oneday sho see the girl's arm, an' there,near the vaccination mark, was the skinof a little snake."

He bared his own arm, around whichwas the skin of a beautifullv-colore- d

snake, the bright hues of which hadbeen brought out by oiling and curing.

" 'Taint everybody dat knows how toeuro dem right, but I do. Well, datgal got packed ter onst It nearly gave

mistress a fit. Some skins is wuthtwcnty'dollars an' more if it is a largesnake. Dey comes from Virginny, Ken-tuc- k

and Louisiana. De head mus allersbe kep' with the skin. Some high-ton- ed

coons who is in favor in thebig faro-ban-ks have' lubly skins aboutem."

"What does skimeree' taste like?""O, nice. It has a gamy flavor, like

coon. Dis'll soon be dun taste it yer-se- l'.

It's nice, I tell yer, bossce," andthe old man seemed a trifle indignant asthe reporter departed. N. Y. World.

Jadge Black's First ABpelatmeat.

Hon, Alexander Thompson presidedas Judge of the Sixteenth Judicial Dis-trict of 'Pennsylvania (composed of thecounties of Franklin, Bedford and Som-erset) from the 25th of June.1827, toMarch, 1842. He was a just man anda good Judge, but toward the close ofhu public life he encountered some op--

A prominent lawyer ofhambersburg was named as an oppos-

ing candidate for the office, and soona warm contest arosein which the lead-ing lawyers and citizens in the- - districttook part. David R. Porter was then inthe Executive chair. There was scarcelya lawyer in the district who did notvisit the Governor to discuss the meritsof the candidates. Early in the year1842 a gentleman from Somerset calledto oppose or. to support one of the candidates I cannot remember whom andin bis conversation, produced a letterand read from it a paragraph. TheGovernor asked to have the whole letterread, which was done. It discussedthe points of difference between the twocandidates. The Governor asked to beallowed to read the letter for himself,which was done.

"Black," he said; "J. S. Black?Whose son is he?'--'

The visitor here mentioned the nameof Mr. Black's father.

Governor I remember him. I satwith him in the Internal ImprovementConvention of 1825, and he certainlywas a most intelligent gentleman. Butwhat can you tell me about the son?

Visitor Well, he is a young lawyerwith some practice. He sits in hisoffice, walks up and down town, sits onthe dry-goo- ds boxes on the corner,makes some political speeches, andquotes Shakespeare.

Governor Shakespeare! Shakespeareon the top of the Alleghany Mountains.What can he know about Shakespeare?

Visito- r- Well, I believe he can repeatany play Shakespeare ever wrote.

Governor What else does he do?Visitor He preaches.Governor Preaches! What does,he

preach about?Visitor He preaches as all the rest

of the preachers do, and I can tell youhe can get up in the Court House onSunday morning and preach and prayabout as well as any of them.

Governor Well, so much for thoGospel what about the law? Does hodo much in that way?

Visitor Yes; and there are somepeo- -who think he is a very good young

awycr.Governor How does he figure in

court?Visitor He is "rather awkward and

hesitates some. He often amuses uavery much, but I don't think he willever make much of a speaker.

The visitor left, and the Governor,after a long pause, said to his amanuen-sis: "I did not believe there was a manin Somerset County who could writesuch a letter as that Here is a manwho has read Shakespeare and, v nodoubt, the Bible, or he could not preachmuch, and he pours out his thoughts insuch English as amazes me. He evi-

dently knows what a Judge ought to be.I must inquire further about that youngman." As visitors called, inquirieswere occasionally made about Mr.Black, and the answers were all satis-factory as to his character, moral and

Of course, advocates ofErofessional. soon sprang up. Onthe 30th of March, 1842, to the astonish-ment of many of the friends of theother candidates, a commission as Presi-dent Judge was issued to Mr. Black.It is said that Judge Black was as-tounded when he saw it, asked whetherthe Governor had taken leave of hissenses, protested his unwillingness toaccept the office, and generally helpedto set the town of Somerset in an up-roar. He did accept the office, how-ever, and in a few months establishedhis entire competency to perform hisduties, and rose high in the estimationof men of all parties. Judge Porter, inPhiladelphia Press.

Married for Keeps.

The skipper of a coal boat on the Bal-timore & Ohio Canal recently decided,after mature deliberation and carefulconsideration, to marry his cook, whohad been a tried and faithful servant tchim for quite a number of his periloujtrips on the storm-lashe- d canal. So hspoke to her about the matter one day,and after securing her coy consent, hordered the boat tied up at a smalltown, and being a practical skipper,skipped up street after a parson. Thenuptial knot was soon tied, the parsonbeaten down to a dollar and a half fothis fee, and then the canal boatmansaid:

"Well Melindy, we are married fuikeeps, now. We are hitched fur life,and must pull together. I'm a littleshort-hand- ed to-da- y, and as that leae1

mule has got saddle galls on his back,you jist take the tow path, and lead bin:down to Harper's Ferry, an' I'll steer,an' kinder ruminate on some plan tcgive you work on the boat without going ashore in the mud. I've got a pow-erful sight more respect for you now.that you're my wife." Texas Siftingt.

Mr. Madera, a middle-age- d bach-elor, of Reading, Pa., was a sensitiveplant, and ed to withstand thechilling blasts of this world. Mr. Mad-ern was pious, and out of his twenty-fiv-e

thousand dollars had given twothousand dollars toward the erection ola chapel. He also labored with his handiuntil the skin was worn off them bycarrying brick to the masons. Themoney contributed was not enough tocomplete the building, and the othetnight Mr. Madern, grown disheartened,went out to his barn and hanged him-self. He left a note giving five hundreddollars more to the chapel and saving:"I will enter a better world than this.'I have .much, trouble here." Indianap-olis Journal. .

During the war of 1812 two kege elcoin were seat from Prescot U

ensington, Ont, by stage. The stag!coke down and die gold was aecretei

eearewhere near Ho; Back HilL SesMpeople fthlnk the coin may be foaaelthere idll.aad.maay holes have eeei

in searea'citUMiniauafftotU Witmsu.

PERSONAL Ami IMPERSONAL.

Mr. Chamberlain, the father of theAmerican ladv famous in Eurone'forher beauty, will not permit photographer? svu ii in uaugiuur s picture.

Mrs Elizabeth J. Crook has beeareappointed Io-.tmt- er at Arkadelphia,Ark. Notwithstanding her nanio, heraccounts are as straight as a foot-measu- re.

Chicago Journal.Leland Stanford, of

California, does not look like a manwho enjoys his millions. He has astrong, stern face of gloomy cast, andnever smiles or shows interest

- Isaac Hills, a Meriden (Conn.)teamster with four children, has beennotified that his great uncle in Canadahas died, leaving 9650,000, of which hewill get $150,000. Boston Transcript.

Queen Mary, the Chief of the Gyp- -,

sies, now 76 vears old, has come over,from England, and is ruling .over hersubjects, who have gathered in Penn-sylvania. Mary is said to be the Queenof all the Gypsies in the world. Phila-delphia Press.

Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnettmust be credited with saying at leastone good thin" outside of her books.On being asked how to write a novelshe replied: "You must have pen, inkand paper. Use the lirt with brains,the second with imagination, and thethird with generosity." Chicago Herald.

" Lotta," says James H. Heverin," is the wealthiest actress in tho world.

t She can make more monev with herfeet than the brainiest man'livinr.oancwith his head. She made $125,000 lastseason, and she is worth altogether, to

i my knowledge, fully $1,000,000, not--, withstanding the fact that she has lost

$300,000 by bad speculations.". Y.Post.

I Agossipy writer in the Troy. (N. T.). Press says of Bret Harte's father, whomI he met 5'ears ago when he was privatetutor of two of his playmates: "I remem-- !ber him .well, a very pleasant gentleman.

;' He married a girl out of the mill. Shewas one of the most beautiful girls I eversaw. as handsome as a doll, but had noedncatiou. Her'husband educated her,and she became one of the finest ladiesin Hudson."

The Marquis of Lansdowne, thenew. Governor-Gener- al of Canada., is

earticularly distasteful to the Irish. Heas an estate in Ireland of over 120,000

acres, and an annual rental of $178,000,but is noted for his stinginess, and par-ticularly distinguished himself two,.years ago by sending a shipload of seedpotatoes to his starving tenants andcharging them market rates for them.Chicago News.

The descendants of the first of ourPresidents are not numerous now. InVirginia are a few of the Washingtonfamily of the Lawrence Washingtonbranch, and of the Madison there arenone. Monroe has one or two niecesand a nephew living, and Jackson hasnot a living descendant. The Adamsfamilv is the beat represented of the six.Jefferson h&a a number of descendants,and Mrs. Meikleham is the nearestliving relation. She is the youngestdaughter of his eldest daughter, Martha,who married a Randolph, and is thelait of her seven daughters. H. Y.Times.

"A LITTLEJiONSEX8E.

A long tramp : Tho one who standssix feet in his stockings.

The last sad writes : A man's will.A splendid water-mete- r: Meeting heron the beach by moonlight.

A Pittsburgh lady, whose first born,is six feet in his stockings and only halfthrough his teens, thinks she will starta tea store. She has such a young highson.

" Hush ! Beware of the torpedo I V

said a young lady to an ineligible ad-mirer who was becoming too attentive.On his asking for an explanation sheanswered: "Oh, it's only our newname for mamma, because she blows usup so! " Chicago Tribune.

As the happy couple were leavingtho church the husband said to thepartner of his wedded life : "Marriagemust seem a dreadful thing to you.Why, you were all of a tremble, andone could hardly hear you say Iwill!'" "I shall have more courage,and say it louder next time," "returnedthe blushing bride.

A sporting paper says that a certainbase-ba- ll player was "fined twenty-fiv-e

dollars for missing a fly." Persons whohave watched the antics of a bald-head- ed

man as he strikes aimlessly at afly will wonder how long the richestbald-head- ed man's purse would holdout if he were obliged to pav twentv- -4ive dollars for a miss. N. Y. Journal.

"What did you see at the meeting.Harry?" said the president of an agri-cultural club to his son. All the mem-bers of the club, who were dining withthe boy's father, looked at the lad as hereplied: "I heard Mr. Jones theremake a few feeble remarks." "Why,Harry ! " exclaimed his father, in. dis-tress. "Yes, sir, it's so; for didn't hesay, when he got up to speak, 'I'llventure a few feeble- - remarks P'"Golden Days.

A man of dull wits, who took thingsliterally, had often heard that "Truthis a jewel lying at the bottom of awell;" so he decided one day to goaown toe well tor tee purpose of takingpossession of the jewel. He hurt hisknees and elbows, bumped his head,ran an old fork into his foot, and shiv-ered around for six long hours beforehis wife drew him up. "What in theworld were yon doing down there?"asked the Wife. "I was looking forTruth, but I guess this ain't Truth'swell."

An old Scotch storv is good enoughtobo lately revived in the Scotch papers:;One night Sandy told her that he "lUcst1'her "awfu'-wee.- " She simply. respoadtd."ditto." Sandy was .not very surewhat that meant; so the next day while atwork, he said, "Father can you tell mewhat tfitto' is?" "Ou. ay, Sandy!"replied his father. "Dae ye see thatcabbage?" "Yes." "And dae ye seethat ither ane, that Is jist the same?""Yes." "Weel. that's ditto." "Gra-cious goodness!" exclaimed Sand v."Did she ca' me a cabbage-head- ? lfllna' wed her." H. Y. Post.

"Old woman," said a Fifth avenneman last night, at twelve o'clock, whenhe came home with about fourteendrinks in him, and found his wife in hernight-gow- n, "let's play the 'Siege ofLucknow,' " and he grabbed the broomand rasped all the tinware off the wall."What do I play?" said she. "Youplay Jesse," said he. "All right."am ihe, and she grabbed him by the

hair, wiped up the floor with him,baaged his legs against the steve, hitnin on me neaa wiin a upper, aaafunghimoutof the backdoor. Wheahe awakened this morning, under theback-ove- n, he said: "The old womanplayed her part well." .V Y. QraphU.

Maud, the little sixteen-tnonths-o- ld

daughter of Mr. John Lennon, of thiscity, fell upon the floor and stuck thepoint of a tack into her forehead. The,matter caused no uneasiness at thetime, but the child has continued to getworse each day since, and finally thewound developed symptoms of bloodpoisoning which grew more dangerousta character unmake expired la convul-sions. The severe and sad results from,,each a trifling wound is something very,unusual In the experience of physiciansin this locality. Lockp (N. Y.)Kews.

Thece Js-- a. aatural bridge iaArkoae, which, it is said, far orpaejeeia eise the weU-kae- aataral bridge ia

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