The Daily Herald from Delphos, Ohio on December 6, 1898 · Page 6
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Delphos, Ohio
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Tuesday, December 6, 1898
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A LITTLE I-*ELLOW> Ho! Hltlo fellow-howdy ilo? t»ong lil»<» sliico I've looked on yowj '!U\it 1 know yuiir eyos nro tho snme bright blue- April ej'f-H, where tin; sun slipc through; You lii.wd mi; uftj nnil you loved me, loo— Ho! little fellow —howdy do? Ho! liltle fellow-howdy do? Stcai to .';i'-<', MS 1 sil (iiid viovr Your picture there -on the mantel shelf. Tho nrniN, tho charms of your own ilonr nr-lf; Vo'.ir UIKH was sweet, mid your l'>\t \v;is ("lie- - llu! littli! fellow- howdy do? , Ho! little fell.c.y h,,w..1y do? Haine little 1'eiliA\ that ,nu-e I knew? Never ;l change I'or nil the ye:; 1 .' 1 - - S.lliU' .sweet hiii^luel 1 n nd s.mie bright tears': Oil, for a kiv-. from the lips of f>u! ]-Io! litlle t'i ,!ow h.iwiy de-V Tlu! litt!" I'eilnw fur iiwuy! li'i'eain sen.leiiiiic 1 .'•'• in- wnrM 1 say. tVhea the diirl; '.in:'* over y. <••.:• eyes of l.lue A:id the a,:j,-i'is !ui,U thr.uiKl. : !;•• ••i''c you! Dro-tun that 1 !nv- vuii. ; lo^c '.in-, t,-' JIu! little !'('::.,u---lhnvi|y !,i'. ']>, M1D-A1K. "I—^ '•'-''•' K i Ni i.-l.T V, rhe aeronaut. —• had '...••••! -.::/ , . .m at college. -A- l'::;e-.'H ?e; rs !. i,: passed siu.ce Xht-u. He 1: ul ;i.ade rapid strides iu his ch(,st i: rk-ld o: science; i had cn- l-jr.-d the army ar.<! ;>;••.• ".m- an e-'iieer of ;he iv>yui Kngii'.eel's. Circr msta'.ices had now brought me into his neighborhood and 1 decided to visit him. 1 found him iu a state of enthusiasm over a new invention o: his c-wu to enable human beings to breathe the rarefied air of high altitudes. 1 was made acquainted with the details and learned that arrangements were about completed tor a balloon ascent, by •which a practical test of the invention •was to be made. He was confident that it would eclipso all previous air voyages in practical results. Despite my ignorance or' the practical details of the invention, I was invited to become the professor's companion ou this voyage through space, and for the novelty of the thing—I had never been iu a balloon—accepted the invitation and consented to act as amateur assistant. One morning a few weeks later I found myself at the side of Prof. Kingsley standing in the midst of an admiring crowd, who wore eagerly waiting for the ascension, of the great airship, which, fastened to tile ground by a network of ropes, plunged and strained like some Ihiug animal. Five minutes later we had embarked in the car. and in another minute there was a sudden 'shout. Without for a moment understanding the reason, I found that the •people and the place had somehow slipped away from us aud disappeared. It was the most singular sensation I had over felt, and as I looked over the edge of the car I was astonished to observe that in one minute, or less as it appeared to me, the trees and surg'ug crowd of upturned faces had grown so amazingly small and distant. The motion •was almost imperceptible; indeed, it took some time to grow accustomed to the idea that we were moving at all. 3£et there could be no doubt about the fact that we were moving, and moving at a surprising rate of progress, too. Up, up—and as we rose we were traveling to the eastward. Towns, villages, country—the broad silver stripe of the widening Thames, dotted here and there with quivering specks which •we knew to be sails, and flecked with littlecoiling wreaths of darkness which must have represented steamers; and then the great silver shield of the channel, glittering in the blaze of the sun, passed under our eyes in one vast moving diorama, the details of which grew fainter aud fainter yet as we ascended. Then Kingsley began to talk. He was always a brilliant talker, but now he seemed to to talk more brilliantly than ever. I felt a sense of exhilaration myself that was new to me—a sort of wild sense of freedom—a lightness of body and mind that had the effect of strong wine on the nerves. But in spite of this I was surprised tu its effect on my companion. He talked like a man inspired, in a strain of exaggera'ed eloquence—a rhapsody of science made poetry which struck me as the tiuesr thing of the kind 1 had ever heard. Yet I found myself glancing at him from time to time a little uneasily. Ii seemed to me, excited as I was. a little extravagant, am 1 , for the !n,>m.-!ir I wasn't ijuhe sijj-e h»v,- far ;he .-xcite.j nervous comLiion migh; \<- consisTen'; with the sar'e traveling "f our baliooii. 1 was wrong. h.,wv.-r. f,,r 1 .-,,.,a ,,},- ntirt tlirp\r another over. We were now rising rapidly. "iSvonty thousand feet," he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. "Hii! What are the Alps? Mere molehills digultled with the name of mountain.'' This was all very well, but now I began to titul that breathing was momentarily becoming more and more a labor, and thai the cold was increasing every minute. 1 asked Klugsley if it was not time to try his new apparatus. "Not yet!" he exclaimed. "Not yet! I must see how high we can go without it tlrst " 1 looked anxiously at him. but I paid no more. He went on talking by tits and starts, and I was relieved to see that t!u' rarity of the ulr was affecting him. l>••••>. He must have s.iffored as I did, and y.T lie sat s;ill looking from cue of his ir.siruiucuts to another.. I wrapped a heavy sealskin cloak around me and viaiied as well as 1 could. I begun to He! half stupid, and It was " YOU MfST LiO OUT. 1 ' with a start that I heard him say in a thick voice, "LTi.OOU feet. Ah.' That will do!" Then he put one of his new respirators into my hand, and as I looked at him half stupidly he added: "Now these will take us up to oO.i'UO." The professor's invention worked like magic. In two minutes 1 could breathe freely again. As the thought passed j through my mind with a certain satisfaction the professor stooped and threw out another sandbag. The sun was still bright, but suddenly there was a faint crackling sound like the breaking of glass. 1 locked at my feet and saw that the floor was covered with small transparent icicles. 1 put my hand to my mouth and found that my mustache was bristling with ice. "Thirty thousand feet!" Kingsley announced in a voice that sounded muffled aud distant. Thirty thousand! And yet the man talked of fifty. Ah, well. I could see that we had only one more sandbag. Even Kiugsley by his enthusiasm couldn't overcome the laws of nature. He stooped and threw out our last bag as the thought passed through my mind. Again v.-e rose rapidly. Like the professor himself, my eyes were fixed ou the barometer. It was cold—deadly cold. After a pause he exclaimed: "Thirty-live thousand. Ha! We have broken the record now." I looked at Kingsley. His face was blue and pinched, but his eyes shone with a light that was new aud alarming in its wild brilliancy. "Haven't we gone high enough?" I managed to articulate, though with difficulty. "Enough?" he returned in a strong voice; "enough? Are you crazy? Fifty thousand, or we don't go back, I tell you—50. man!" The man's face had changed: his eyes glittered and sparkled with a strange shifting light—good God.' He was going mad! After all. I thought, rhe last sandbag is gone; mad or sane he can't rise higher without lightening the balloon more. 1 glanced at the barometer—it was stationary. The professor's eyes were fixed on it. too— then he looked round him —then he glared at me! "We don't rise," he muttered to himself; "bin we must. We must!" He rose and made a step toward me. He laid his hand on my shoulder. He pointed to the barometer. "U'e don't rise," he repeated with a strange sig- •'in. '.!!. ;i: When 1 :•>••.:• s.oo ' ':.•• g"i L A:. In- :.•!'... •- - . - : 'In- S,-" - some !;:•],• ,•,;.•-.said (::'.-, ;,. '.;.• ;.•.;... ; " and, st ;.:••.•, . .- • sandbag* 'h.i; -•• \ .; •' , eye followed l.'len,. -|.j.' i whore thf.v Wniild ! a.! ! . , • my cum;. \,ii,,!i ,'' ; ,va--r: .; :! —he i.iuhi'i answ.-r ;,,e Ir:- ' ••nlder .1' the barometer again. "Only I'W.Oui)!" he exclaimed In n despairing tone. "1 promised 50,000." He turned away vrlth a wild gesture. He gripped one of the ropes and swung himself on the seat of the car. By a supreme effort 1 imui- isged to rouse myself. "Stop-" 1 shouted. lie looked around nt me. "Will you do K?" he said. "Sompiiody must, you know." lie was in the very net of overbalancing himself when the terrible emergency seemed to restore some of my vigor. 1 seized him aud dragged him back, lie struggled wildly, and in his madness he was stronger than 1.. There was nothing else to be done- -1 raised my hand und Hlruck with all my force. Kingsley fell senseless to the bottom of the cur. 1 staggered. 1 looked fccldy arotind. 1 felt as if 1 were falliut; asleep. Something touched my hand and 1 grasped It i; was the siring that opened tin 1 valve of the balloon. As I grasped it 1 grew unconscious. As 1 omni: to it I sank en tile dcnsv'.oRs b-idy of the professor. 1 know nothlnii of what happened afterward. The next sounds 1 heard wore the sounds of human voices; the iie.v; thinj; my eyes opened upon was the '.nterhir of n small cottage room. There w;;,s a p.ii?r Trench print of a Madoi'.na on the wail opposite mo—the vo!.v.s :ha: i h'-ard *poko in the ronjfh patoi-, ,-f French. 1 had bucn rescued by .1 miraoii!. It W.LS m.'iuhs In-fore Kinsley recovered, und 10 this day 1 never see him w'.ilmui his Introducing tho subject (>: the baiK'Oh i;scoi'.t we lire to make ••.gother, when we will certainly roach Til'.i. "Jo foot, i'oor follow! That ascension iniluhuK'od iris brilliant mind for life.—Ulica Globe. RECOLLECTIONS OF GOTHAM. The Flying Dutchman Recalls Miiny Incidents of Knickerbocker DayB, "Are you not Capt. Yauderueckeu?" I asked as 1 took his hand heartily, writes Brauder Matthews iu "A Primer of Imaginary Geography," in Serib- Uef's. "£(.> you know me?" he returned, with a mournful little laugh, as he motioned to me to sit down again. Thus the ice was broken and he took his seat by my side and we were soon dee]' iu talk. When he learned that I was a loyal New Yorker Ids cordiality increased. "I have relatives in New Amster dam." he cried, "at least I had once. DiedricU Knickerbocker was my first co.uMti. Aud do you know Kip Van Winkle V" Although 1 cnflld not claim any close friendship with this gentleman 1 boasted myself fuily acquainted with his "history. "Yes. yes," said Capt. Yauderdeckeu. "I suppose he was before your time. Most people are so short-lived nowadays: it's only with that wandering .lew now that I can ever have a chat over old times. Well. Well, but you have heard of Kip: Were you ever told that I was on a visit to Hendrick Hudson the night Kip went up the mountain and took a drop too much':" I had to confess that here was a fact I had not before known. "I ran up the river." said the Hollander, "to have a game of bowls with the Englishman and his crew, nearly all of them countrymen of mine, and. by the way. Hudson always insists that it was I who brought th.- storm with me that gave poor Ilip Yau Winkle the rheumatism as he slept off his intoxication on the hillside under the pines. He was a good fellow. Kip. and a very good judge "f schnapps, tod." Colum'iian Halt' Dollars. Columbian i.-entei;nial coins not heretofore circulated have Lu en found frequently in change of '.ate. They are the fiii-cent ph-e-.-s ,if js'.i: 1 ,. and the reason given for th.-ir appearance is that many coin collectors aud utiiers believed that immediately after tin- i.'olumbian exposition iiiey would have special value as rarities, and so hoarded them for a premium. They were so ln-'.d for the better part of t wo years, but i;o ;;; pivi-iation in value followed, ami Ji.av they have liei-D :'])r.'\vi! ujnii: ;))•• marker, and are. freely circulated. Tl.ey have a more attractive app.-arniii-- than the regular 5<i-e,-n; pieces. ],;it this superior attractiveness has i ot, to any visible extent, intMgat'-il the regret which col- h-ctors have had in parting with them. The sii\.-r c.linage of tlie United S-a'.-s in use varies from time to time. according :.. ho detinite hiw with which tii" treasury oiti sals are familiar. At (irn-'S >i!ver >!"i!ars eir.-ulate W ;th much ease aud fr,.-.-do;n and there does hot see!!i jo }„• ;:uy -.,-riou> demand for a greater number ,.f the smaller coins. Again. lii-c,.;ii pieces .seen, to be greatly i:i demai.d and th" dollars are stored away in i.a ;;ks and t rust companies and in Hie treasury vaults, and are grudgingly receive,| by business IIIC'II. but silver iial!-'l"!iars always circulate freely.- New Y'irl: Sun. Oiarles Dickons' l-';ui)t. A b..'.;.. h:ig::t be Written atlll liollbt- ie-s ; : ,e, !. has i.u•••!, printed on the origin "f ccr'ai!; -iai.g p::r:,-e> which drop : r '.•!, '*'.:•• !:ps of aineist everybody as •:..• c;. :: ; express!,,i: p-,pi,hir. -.-.ys •.:<• Bi.>ton i;i,,!,,-. "A tine day. I ' •:-.'i '!:;;,k." says my friend who is ';:>!; to catch ,.n and appropriate any' .'ng n.-w in a lin,- which distinguishes '*..•• vernacular ,,f the day. i if course. -••.•;.eb.i.'.'y original,-,1 rhU semi-sarcas- •','• and \\holly ri'i;cul.,iis hyperbole ,,f -; .'i. and t.'ia; person was l;o other tii.-in fharles Dickens. ] n "Martin i'hii/.y.lewit." simple. trustful -j- ui ,, Pinch ruminates: "I'm a nice man, I dnn't think, as .b.hji i:>eil to sav." etc., \\idcii iiidy to show that there is untiling so very new in certain of the popular slang phrases of the time after all. A pillow thief 1 •••),] M, to the pillow, but gave the police the : lip. WILL SHE? When tho coming woman gets here Will she offer up her seat? Will she offer her unibrelln When there's rain or snow or slept? Will she help us In the wagon, Will she bnit our fishing hook? Will she step into the water That we dry may cross the brook? Will she seize a rail and rescue When the bully chases us? WH1 she push the wheezy uiowei Every eve and make uo fuss? Will she run the locomotive, Shovel coal and handle brakes'. Will she level mount and forest, Carry bitters for the stinkes? Will she inarch to bloody buttle Snap her fingers at the hurts': Well, I guess not; she will merely Hide behind her husband's skirts. -New York Sun, DOROTHY'S DRIVE. contest raged in South Bilk- J shire with a fury unparalleled in -*- that sturdy English constituency. L'he lories did uot want to tight, but, jy jingo, if they did—! aud the radicals >f Hotteuham had for years only waut- ;d a man to lead them. They had now loiiud him in Jeremiah Clink, of Sharp- is & Clink, solicitors; his linn had long icted for one of the leading "trade .irotectiou societies" in Kottenham. iVhich gave him power in quarters ivhere he wanted popularity; and with :he rest of the constituency his suc- :ess surprised everyone, including himself. Having cultivated mustard aud :iress from boyhood, first on his sponge :iud subsequently in an old chocolate -iox. and having recently developed a ; )car tree and a potato patch in his back garden, he posed as an authority '.n matters agricultural, and promised :uore iu the name of his party than any candidate had ever promised before. The agricultural laborer was attracted by what he understood to be the prospect of free land for the asking: and Kottenha mites, who had been i'onteuted witn six geraniums in flower pots and a tomcat, now dreamed of lores of fertile soil tenanted by the L'outeuiplated cow aud the prolific—or. is a local speaker phrased it. "profligate"—pig. Sir George Kedworthy. who had represented the constituency iu the -•ouservative interest for lifteeu years, felt that he had his work cut out, aud lie buckled to like a man. It was annoying to be interrupted at such a time by domestic questions; but love, which laughs at locksmiths, jeers at politicians, and his eldest sou aud Miss Dorothy DitchfoYd. tlie rector's daughter, selected the morning of the nomination day for informing liii» that they had resolved to become man and wife at an parly date, subject to his consent. Needless to say. Dick Kedworthy met with a very unpleasant reception when he broached the subject iu the library after breakfast, and that Dolly Ditch- ford eutered an. hour later with a beating heart to see what she could do. She was a great favorite with the old gentleman, but he had never before regarded her in the light of a future daughter-in-law; time flies, and he had always thought her a child. After ten minutes' talk with her he knew that if she wa.s only just out of her teens she was certainly a child no longer. "Well, my little girl," he'said, good- huiuoredly, "If I get in again, and the party is in power, I dare s»f I can get them to give Dick something to keep him going till I am under the daisies. I uever asked it for anything before." "But suppose they don't get in," said Dolly, ruefully. "Well, you'll have to wait, but mind. I can't have any engagement till the election is over. Meanwhile, you make everyone in the parish vote right, and you'll have done your best to help, eh: They won't be able to say no to you. My agent tells me I -roll only win by a few. if at all," and Sir George took iip iiis pen. Dolly went to the door, hesitated, and came back. "Sir George," she said, shyly, "if you get into parliament, may we be engaged, anyhow'.-" "Bless my soul," said Sir George, looking up. "If I keep my seat, though. I don't know what I won't consent to; if I lose it, I advise Dick and everybody else to keep clear of me for a bit." ••If I get him a dozen votes and he only wins by ten or so, he'll feel he owes it to me, and then I am sure he will say yes," said Dolly to Dick as they walked up among the shrubbery, "and you can tell my father then." Aud that afternoon she went into the village with a sheaf of leaflets in her hand, and failed miserably when heckled on topics of the very existence of which she hail never heard before. As a matter of fact, she won votes for the .squire without knowing it, but she was nearly crying at what she thought was her want of success, when she met Dick Kedworthy as she came out of the last cottage. She felt better after leaving him. and better still when she had had a gallop after tea. It may be mentioned that the downs of Souih Bilk- shire are free to everyone, ami there was nothing surprising in Dick Ked- worthy taking a ride there, too. It was a tug of war with a vengeance, ami there were many interests to be considered. "Sir George's ticket at the Army and Navy stores is Xo. " was tin- placard which met the baronet one day in Hottenham. borne by a do/eii sandwich men. with all the small tradesmen rushing to their doors to look at it. "Ask Mrs. (.'link where shi- gut her red silk stockings," wa.s t!ie counterblast which brought mutter.- level. Dorothy Ditchford had met the radical candidate's wife in the "hosiery department" at the stores a few days after it wa.s known that Mr. Clink would stand and that scarlet would be his color, and Dorothy had an observant eye. Her own blue and orange hat was a "dream," worked out under her •jwn directions by a Kottenham mo- diste. It was in the window for three days and she saw herself distinctly re- tioctdl t,y the belles of Kottenham at f-verv turn. When she had done the jarish she went further afield, and the vctory pair did some hard trotting n those few fleeting days. "They ull say they think they'll vote for your .'atlier if I'll drive them to the poll. Some of them can't walk, poor old :hlugs." said Dorothy, and she lined :he family wagonette with brown hol- aud and decked it with blue and yel- 'ow, while the horses' blinkers could lot be seen for ribbons. They were i sober pair of nags, but with her on :he box they did wonders on the great Jay. The effort, however, was reserved for the evening, when the men got jomo from work. "Shall we be there by S?" asked Ddr- Jthy. as Dick Kedworthy dashed by her in his dog cart, nearly swinging two of his father's stanehest supporters into space as they turned into the Kotterham road. "We've got a grand load—nine votes, seven of whom I i hough t were going the other way." "1 don't know that there's much hurry, miss," said the old man who was standing behind her (he wn^ Sir George's head keeper). "Bill Stumps says this lot's wrong 'uns all through, :Uid I reckon he's right." "Wrong 'tins''" "Yes. miss. They've got the squire's .•olors on to get yon to drive them to :he poll. That's their little joke, that s." said old Harry Blackwater. grimy. and Bill Stumps, the umlerkeeper, .nidged him and told him not ti> make a :-ow. But the men behind were all singing a patriotic song loudly and mer- •il.v. Miss Ditchford thought she •aught a few words in it which were lot in the original when she composed t. "I won't drive them." she said, beginning to pull up, "Better be careful, miss: they're a lesprlt lot. and there's only two of us," said Bill Stumps. Dorothy set her lips: she was uot in he habit of feeling afraid. "Ain't there any ancient woter to be •ollected up Deadman's hill way. niss?" whispered Bill Stumps, with a grin. Dorothy laughed, too: round went the horses into a narrow lane, and up an incline dignified by the name of hill. "Hi, miss! you're going the wrong way," cried John Bradds behind her. He was a cobbler from Clay Lane, and a radical as she thought till she found him waiting to be taken to the poll with a blue ami orange rosette in his hat. "You're going wrong! Tu-rn round or we'll be late!" cried some one else. "Can't turn." said Dorothy, decisively, glancing at the hedges on both sides of her. Presently the road got wider, and she had to acknowledge she could turn. "Tip the whole cartload into the ditch, miss," whispered Bill Stumps: "I'll take care o' you.' But she reflected that the hedge was low and the field beyond flinty, and to turn a vanload of poachers in cold blood was one thing, but when it included rolling with them, even in the protecting grasp of tobac- coey Bill Stumps, it looked an unpleasant prospect. And she drove back into the Kottenham road: thinking with satisfaction, as she glanced at the tiny watch in the bangle Dick had given her that morning, that live minutes were gone, and it \vas quite a quarter to 8, and a good mile to the polling station. They were shouting to her to hurry up, led by John Bradds, the cobbler, and Bill Stumps aud the head- keeper were turning round to face the angrV men in the wagonette. She was glad she had allowed no one on the box beside her. The hedge looked soft and green. Would an upset hurt her very much? There was a good deal of holly just there. But the questions was nor left, entirely for her to settle. What was it coming up behind'.' There was a radical horse dealer at Kotter- ham ia "coper." Dick Kedworthy called him) whom Sir Ceurge had once Jined for an assault. lie had been taking voters to the poll all day in his biggest four-horse brake. I'p it came, brimful, at a furious pace behind her. with Mr. Crookinger himself mi the box. "(Hit of the way there!' he shouted, while those behind him jeered and hooted at Sir George's coljrs. "Ton've plenty of room." said Dolly to herself, and she did not give way an inch. "Out of the way!" the\ yelled. "Stick to it. miss." whispered old Harry Blackwater. and Bill Stumps grinned from ear to ear. She says she did not pull to the right, but some of them say she did. and she certainly looked round as the leader.* came up, but she kept her pair back, .'illl they had not been doing more than a steady six miles an hour for at least three hundred yards when Mr. Crook inger let his horses gu with a curse There was.a grinding eras!), and in tin next second Dorothy Diiohford was looking as dignified as she could in tin- middle of a privet bush, hoping that the horses were not going to kick and that her father's carriage was not injured. It had tv.-o wheels in the ditch, and the other two wen; spinning round aimlessly clear of the ground. "I'm afraid they were in lime." she said to Dick Kedworlhy five minutes later, when he pick, d her up with his his dogcart. "They had ten minute.- to do it in by my waich. ' "Then I'll lay against them. Dolly." he said. "1 put thai little watch liv> minutes slow just l,..fore 1 gave it to you. to keep yon longer with me." "Oh. Dick!" she said, "how could yon '.•'' And she said "Oh. Dick!" a«;aiu next morning when lie ga)loji t -d up to ih< rectory to say that Mr. Crookinger's brake had driven up the night before at exactly thirty seconds past S, and that the poll had been declared with it majority of twenty-three in Sii George's favor, and she added: "There were twenty at least in the big brake, and I had seven of them in the wagonette." So the engagement was announced that day.—St. James Budget. FEMININE OONSlSTENSYi "Of course, dear, 1 thluk he's jtiat awful, Ho smiles mul stnrrs at me PO, Hut. really, he dresses just lovely; Hint makes such ii difference, you know. "I'm perfectly sure I nhhor him. He's so impudent, hold nml nil thnl, But hie Dimmers are perfectly ehnruiingj He B priticelike lu raising his hat, "His nttpiitions nro rr-nlly annoying, I dp wish thnt he would desist. But his oyee ure BO'handsome and pleading, They're renlly quite hard to resist. "I fear IIP will force nn noqunliifniiee, I'm quite nt a loss what to do; I wish I could Ipiirn \vhnt his name is-, I'd give thp whole world if I knew." —Syracuse Courier. BETBAYElTBYLbVE. K AFF.SKY was a born genius, destined In time to soar to tint dlKZy heights of n professional chair. So, nt-loast, mild his professors at the University of St. 1'etern- Inirjf. Wo students likewise held him In awe, and hedged him uround with rovorenflal out racism. That Hiimo Kuffnky used to squander his days and nights over mathematics aud chumlNtry and half n kindred sciences, as If life were to last for eternity. Wo did not bi-llevo in a man having HO many Irons In tho tire, and we limited our own efforts to the accomplishment of one single task—the regeneration of mankind-—as a preliminary step to tho remodeling of Knssian society. We hnd weighed KafTaky In tho political balance-the only one in vogue at Russian universities ten years HBO— and hud found him sadly wanting. Ho was a member of none of the three churches, outside of which there Is no salvation—that of the sworn conspirators, who edited a forbidden political journal, Land and Liberty, hatched plots against the state and sometimes helped to carry them out; that of unsworn conspirators, from which the former were usually recruited; aud the bulk of students who sympathized with everything and everybody who embarrassed the government. And, to crown all, we had just heard of his impending marriage. "A nice time to be thinking of marrying and feathering his nest!" we remarked to oach other, "just when the pillars of the social edifice are giving way, nud we are doing our best to pull them down In order to build up something better." When the name of the future bride was mentioned those among us who knew her were staggered a bit. Anna Pavlomi Smirnova was not a Venus. But if she had much less beauty than her photograph—which is a common failing of women—she had a good deal more wit, which is not by any means so common. Although apparently young enough to be his daughter. Anna Pnvlona was Kaffsky's senior by live or sis years, and. to make matters still more mixed, she wa.s a red radical at heart. Formerly her democratic views had got her into hot water with the author- hies, and it wa.s not without considerable difficulty that she had obtained her present position as teacher in a girls' gymnasy, which enabled her to live in modest competency with her widowed mother. The police, we knew, had twice or thrice made elaborate inquiries about him. and noted his coinings in and go- I ings out. and had set a watch upon his actions. I'latoff. when arrested a week ago. chanced to have Kaffsky's card in his pocket, and was subjected tu a long secret cross-examination about his dealings with him. "As well suspect die stone sphinxes at he Xikolai bridge as that piece of MUck-up selfishness called Kaffskv." exclaimed l.avroff. "There must be some reason for the suspicion," cried Brodsky: "there's al- »vays lire wheifc there's smoke, and as we know there's no lire here, then there ! cannot possibly beany real smoke. It's a matter of smoked glass spectacles." This remark struck us all as the acme of cleverness. It was warmly applauded. "Well, bin who can have smoked The government's spectacles'.'" somebody asked. "Boorman. Boorman; he alone has a grudge against Kaffskv." cried half a dozen voices. Now, none of us had a doubt that he was thu Judas l.scariot. His; hang-dug expression, his slouching gait, his furtive; glance ami stammering deviltry proclaimed the nature of the spirit that lived and worked within him. The present case strengthened our suspicion, for Boorman and Kaffskv had quarreled years before. Summer vacations were at hand. The iast of the examinations would take place in ten days, and then we should disperse over tln> length anil breadth of the empire, many of us never to return again. Suddenly we were stunned and stupefied by a bolt from the blue In the shape of a rumor that Kaft'sky had been arrested. He and AlexietT had gone to the theater The night before. They had walked IriiMe together and made an appointment tor the morrow at the university; biii at about L 1 a. m. Kaffskv had been spirited away, and was now in the secret wing of the Lithuanian fortress. A written request was presented by <ome of the professors, who were beside themselves with indignation, that Kaft'sky should be released on bail, just lo finish his examination and take his 'ii-grec, for they knew very well it was nil a misunderstanding. Bur to our utmost astonishment their n-quest was refused, and Kaffsky was removed from the Lithuanian fortress jnly to be immured in the more terrible fortress of Peter and Paul. The excitement caused by the arrest was assuming dangerous proportions. Nobody had cared a rap for Kaffsky a week before, and fee was already a most popuiai' hero now. Perhaps it was hatred tot the heui't- lesa informer—who had also been ut 1 re-Hed, no doubt, to save him from being lynched—and sympathy for Anna Pavlonn, whose womanly feelings had got the better of her philosophy. She had completely broken down. She had been taken to her bed, Imfl refused all food, had forwarded petition after petition to the minister of the interior, and when It became eleai 1 thnt she might just as well be sowing saltontheseashore, her mind gave way, The doctors sent her mother nud herself post haste to the Crimea. In October a few of us met In St Petersburg once more—but only n few. The police had made a tremendous liatii among the students the day the university closed session, and many were now in their distant native villages, expell- fd from the university; others lu prison, others again on the road to Siberia. Kaffsky, we learned, was among the Intter—condemned to the minus M u clangorous conspirator, in splto of the Intercession of professors; Anna Pav- lona was dead, according to others; but It came to pretty much the enmo thing in the end. I had hoard of many evil things done by diabolical Informers, but this wan tho most crying Injustice I had ovor actually witnessed; and when talking with a friend who was a relative ot one of tlu> ministers I told him so. He was astounded at what I told him, nnd asked me to draw up an account, of Kaffsky's case In writing. He would son, ho wild, that justice should be done. I had no difficulty In obtaining precise particulars. 1 discovered even the mimo of the forwarding prison, ovor 1,(>00 miles away, In which Kaft'sky wus then Interred, and having made out: a very strong case, I gave my friend the paper, and he presented it to his relative, the minister. A week passed, then a fortnight, and still there was no answer. One day my philanthropic friend shook his head, said my data were all wrong, said that Kaffsky was the most dangerous conspirator that had ever been tripped up in the very nick of time, and that he would advise me to keep aloof from political reformers In future, as it was evident they could mako black appear white without an effort. Six years later I heard that Kaffsky was no more. He died of disease, or was shot In a tumult, or disposed of In some such way. The particulars were not very precise, but he was really dead, that was certain. "Nothing else but death Is certain In Russia," 1 remarked to an ex-minister to whom I had been telling the story after dinner. "So you are going to write about it, you say," he asked me, "to ease your feelings'.'" "1 am," I replied. "Very well, then, If you will come here in two or three days I will supply you with a most interesting postcript." And he did. His statement was based on official documents and this is the gist of it: "When the terrorist movement was at its height the leaders were invisible and ubiquitous. We suspected that they were in the university, but that was only a guess. Once or twice Kaffs- ky appeared to be in the movement, but we had no proof, and could get none. It then occurred to General O. of the secret department to employ a spy who had never played the part of a detective before." "I know. You mean the scoundrelly informer. Boorman." 1 broke in. "Boorman.' Boorman! Was he? O, of course, he was. Yes. No. Boorman was nor the detective. Boorman, I see. was nearly as dangerous as Kaffsky; lie was Kaksky's righr-haml man. and he got the same pjinishment." This announcement took my breath away, but it only deepened the mystery. "Two thousand three hundred rubles was what it cost, and dirt cheap, too," lie Went tin. "You mean the detective's reward?" I asked. "Yes. that, of course, was over and above her regular salary, which was fifty rubles a month. It was the oniv clever stroke of the business she ever did." "She.'" I repeated. "Was it a woman, then'.-" "<>h. yes; didn't I tell yotiV-and a woman with the making of a saint in her, too. Ha. ha. ha! She is now a <;od-fearing sectarian, a pietist of some kind." "Well," I remarked "she would need a good long course of penance, wero It only tu utone for the fatu of poor Anna Pavlomi, whose life she snuffed out." "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, till the big tears rolled down his furrowed cheeks. "Why, hang It, man, Anna Pavlomi was herself the detective. But that was tlie only clever thing she ever did. She soon after left the service, found salvation, us they term It, in wume obscure sect, and is a ;-./...-• bigot now."—• London Telegraph. Lessons in Hands. There are hands, long, slender, nerv- jus ones, that nature meant to hold the brush or pen; there are others a little shorter, hut with very slender tips, that •an touch the keys of the piano or do uiythiug that requires quickness of uio- :iou. There is the flat, dimpled hand hat is expressionless, though it may if affectionate, and there is the short, ,(]Uare one that bespeaks determination >f will, a taint of coarseness, and a einper that will smolder like a dull ire and break out and rage some day. Trust a womai.' who sits with her humbs up; she may be determined, bur ;he Is truthful. The one who conceal* ier thumbs is apt to be deceitful aul intruthful. Look at the thumb if yai ,vant to judge of people's iniellectuvl itrength, for the longer it is, propjr- lonally. the stronger the brain.—PUla- leqdiia Times. We are Prepared to do All Kinds of FIRST-CLASS JOB PRINTING on Short Notice « And at the Most Roaisonable Prices. Give Us a Trier 1. 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