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14 2iO TOU BKMXMMBMt All th Ynt Round. 1 Pear, do you remember Uncaring side by tide. Where la th midnight heavens th daylight ever died; Where the wtm' recurrent made kept eadene to our thought. And tbe hear and tbe liens oar lor to raptors wrought) Dor, do you rtawmiMr th fair and fooUsa dream? Bow Ufa grew to enchantment beneath Its golden glsam? While the pulses thrilled together to the clasping J. of the band.

Aad tbe moon's path lay ia silver oa the sea and on the saca; ad. like phantoms o'er its radiance, flitted tbe shadowy ships. And love and life were meeting at the touching of tbe lips. Ah me', how fast It faded, that glittering heaving path. The glory of the skies above, aa of the earth beneath! Tbe draun was faJae and fickle, tbe hope an idle thing.

The musie died upon the note, tad anapped the golden string. Perhaps it bad been wiser if nor heart nor Up had met, Dear, do you eiaember? it were better to for IN THE TUMEL. The Cornhill Magazine. Imbedded in a deep Italian valley lay the Tillage of Santa Cbiara. Mountain ear rounded it on all sides except on the north.

wnere the vauey narrowed into a gorge with steep, precipitous sides, forming a natural roadway oat into tbe open country Bo the valley and village were ia a cul de aac, and to this reason tbe peasants attributed a great deal of their poverty. In remote, far away times a narrow road had been made over the mountains toward tbe south, and tbe more enterprising of tbe villagers drove their mules one or twice a year over this pass a day and a half jour Day to tbe big town of Monte Caetano, to sell tbe fruits of tbeir industry; bet tbe jour ney took time and money, and both were too valuable to be spent on the road very often, but with the energy and enterprise of tbe nineteenth century came a change. There waa much talk of the inconvenience of not being able to get to Monte Caetano easily. It wa a large and important town, but ita size and importance would both be much in creased if a free communication could be opened witb tbe northern fail ways. The inhabitants of tfanti Cbiara.

were tartled one day by tbe arrival of engineers, but they were destined to beyttt more astonished. In a few weeks tbe village was overrun with workmen, tbe valleys resounded ith the blasting of rocks, and they understood that a great tunnel was to be made through their mountain. Tbe work turned oat less difficult than was at first anticipated. Tbe tuuoel had not far to go iu unbroken solid mountain, but emerged occasionally into deep, narrow fissures, from thence making a fresh start into tile bowels of tbe eartc. Tbe work was finished at last, and an en line decorated triumphantly i with flag.

passed tbe whole way down the one to Monte Caetano, bearing upon it tbe engineers, fore men, and chief workmen, and one or two gentlemen whose united money and exertions bad carried the great work through. They were received at the new station at Alonte Caetano with enthusiasm, were pre sented with handsome testimonials, and made to feel themselves real heroes and pub i j. A It was one hot, sunny Sunday evening in cania iOiara, aoout a weea aiier toe opening of the great tunnel. Vespers were over, t)iA Kail liarl nnf vat mno fni VtA nalirHrtn and all tbe inhabitants of the little village were srolliag about the Tine yards or sitting in tbe cbnrchyard. The villace cousisied of a piazza or square, round which stood the principal houses, and out of which a few irregularly built.

straggling streets stretched up the side of tbe bill. Tbe church stood at tbe head of the piazza, in tbe midst of the church yard. The low wall all round it was a favorite seat of tbe villagers, where they lounged away many an idle hour. In tbe angle of tbe wall stoody a large, shady, chestnut tree, fippa JNovatelli, tbe prettiest girl in tbe Tillage, leaned against its trunk, with her little brown bauds demurely clasped together. "Aba! it it) true that Pippa has beauty," aaia oiu luanuccia toanoioer oia crone yesT more wrinkled than herself.

"Pippa may have beauty; bat she is a lit tie demon for all that! Tbe boly saints don't give everything to one person, andtboy have taken too much pains in the making of her fate to have given themselves time to look after her heart! Look there 1 The little viper!" Fipra was looking her best, for her betrothed Gianni (called "the Bellino on account of bis sky blue eyes) was there, sitting on the wall, and it was i amusing to make him jealous, the foolish fellow. On the other side, sluing on tbe grass, with his Urge durk eyes fixed on her, aud an indescribable, dainty grace in tbe pose of his active tigure, sat Tonino Zei, one of the subordinate of the engineers, one of the flood of newcomers whom tbe great tunnel bad brought beyond the mountains to disturb the peace of Santa Cbiara. Touino had not been long, in the Tillage. Only three weeks ago he had come to replace at Piedmontese who had finished all the skilled work and had passed on to new labors Isewnere. Tonino was but a beginner as, yet, but be was quite capable of carrying; on his predecessor's work, and his superiors pronounced him a young fellow of much Tonino bad lost his heart.

From the moment that fippa passed hiin. the day after bis arrival, in her dark gown, with a scar 1ft handkerchief knotted round her curly black uair, with ber brown skin and red lips, and tbe wonderful dark eyes which Hashed on him as she turned her bead and looked at bim over her shoulder with a glance of mischievous pleasure in his too evident admiration. Pippa bad many lovers. Old Pietro, with bis farm, and the well known hoard of money, ia his big gilt ras.tone. Young Ceccbo, who possessed nothing but strong arms and wistful eyes.

Baldovinetto, called if Zoi'po, andLenzo. who had so taken her refusal to heart that he sold his patrimony, but an organ and a mnnkey, and went away over tbe mountains, aud never came back again. But after "a weary courtship of alternate hopes and despairs, waverings, coquelterios and lieartbbmnigs, at last Fippa agreed to marry Ginnui il Beliino. nud be thought himself the happiest of men. He was a retturino on the great Corniche.

road, and be prepared a sunny little homo for his bride near Sestri. A bouse at the end of a ion; avenue of acacia trees, with a vineyard of its own, a hygia looking over the sea, and every comfort that tbe heart of a little mountain cmif itfina could desire. When" Pippa should be his wife he meant to drive ber there in state, la nis bitr voiturier riage, and he would etablish ber there, and as be drove hid traveler back and forward on the rond, would look out as be passed to tee her standing smiling at the door. The virion was only too sweet. The big carriage with the fouryhorses iondo, Mero, liiailo and tbr Inst' purchased, Fippo were ail waiting at Monte Caetano 0s tbe happy day and the coupe had beerelined with a bright, shiny yellow chintzto be worthy of bis Fippa.

But there is no rose without a thorn, and the brighter tho light tbe darker the shadow is throws. Tonino arrived with the polish of city life in his manners and tbe chic of a city tailor ID, the cut of his clothes, and he began to make love to Fippa as bo one bad ever mado love tol her before, lie paid her honeyed compliinents.be threw an. air of tender, rapt admiration into the adoring gaze of bis dark eye. be offered her tbe commonest flower with aa air of devotion which threw into the shade Gianni's far larger offering. 1 It is too large!" she cried, pettishly, rejecting her betrotbed's great posy of rosea, and he had the mortification of seeing her fix Tonino's insignificant carnation into her instead.

Gianni flung away bia rosea fiercely, and Fippa was so bnsy talking to Tonino that not till her foot trod on it did she perceive that be had done so. "Now that the tunnel is done and tbe war open, you will be leaving as," she said. ,011 leaning against tbe cheat nut tree and playing with tbe fading carnation. Tonino answered wttb the soft, caressing sound in bia voir that expressed mora devotion than tbe words be a tured: "nd if I were to be ceiled away, weald there be one hxt In Banta Chiara to mourn THE COURIER JOURXAL: LOUISVILLE, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 14, 1884. SIXTEEN PAGS.

ma; one eye to abed tears over my depart ure r' Can yoa doubt!" said Pippa. "Friends are not so easily forgotten. VA fig for friendship 1" cried Tonino, with a snap of bis fingers so load that ail etarted. 'That is a strange sentiment, Signor Zei!" said Gianni, bitterly. Tonino only stared atblm.then turning toward Pippa, he rose to Lis feet and approached ber.

Ah. dear Pippa." be "will yon keep the secret it I tell yoa some news that I received this morning!" "Do not whisper," "said Pippa uneasily. "Gianni does not like it." "Ah, bah! be does not care! Look at Pippa turned her bead and looked. Sore, mortified and angry, Gianni was feigning an indifference be did not lie sat with a stolid look on bis comely face, playing with tbe ears of little Spitz dog which accompanied him in all hia journeva. "I see it is true that be does not care," said Pippa, trying to laugh.

"Then grant me that which I ask." said Tonino coaxingly. VWalk with me up tbe mountain among the vineyards. Yoa can not refuse one who may leave yoa so soon and who heart is bleedicg at tbe very ida." Pippa thought that Gianni should be more demonstrative. It was tiresome to see ftim miserable; fhe wanted to see him angry. This betrothal was very dull, very monotonous.

She stood upright and said lightly: "Let us go to tbe vineyards. We shall have time for a short walk before benediction." Pippa spoke with her face toward Gianni, so that be must hear, and, half thinking that she spoke to him, he leaped to hU feet, and tbe light sparkled in his blue eves, but tbe light faded away at tie sound of ber coquettish little laugh. 2o, no, Oianni I wocld not disturb yon for the world. Kit still; go to sieepif you can:" and passing her band lightly through Tonino's arm, she walked away bim. Gianni did not resume his seat, but stood looking after tbaiu.

He saw Tonino bending his curly head with a look of devotion, and a dart scowl settled on his face. 1 "Ah, ha! Gianni, ray poor boy," said a croaking voice close beside him. "So tbe little traitress plays tbee also false. 1 knew how it would be. fcuch aro women.

They are all false, they all bad, and the best of them are those Who wear the mask the longest." "CroaLing as usual. Father Giacomo," said Gianni, trying to laugh. "She has not thrown me over. )ur wedding day is fixed." "But it has not dawned yet. Via!" cried tbe old man, throwing out both his hands.

"Why don't you follow them?" be cried impatiently. "Ah, ba! Gianni, though women are false, men are fools. You should bold them tight, beat them, keep them under. Break their spirits or they will break your heart. Oo after the tn.

1 tell you; go. after tbeml Bshl why should "1 iDcommotle ray Self thus? Women will always be false, and men will always be fools!" and old Giacomo took a prodigious pinch of snuff. Oianni walked off unwillingly enough. He was a proud man, and Pippa' conduct was hurting him bitterly. He did not wish to lose bis dignity and sacrifice his self esteem by becoming jealous; it degraded him in his own eyes.

But love was stronger than will, and be uttered a sboES, bitter txclamstion of almost savage disgust with himself because he could not resist the temptation to follow Pippa and his rival. The sun was beginning to go down; it was very hot. Tonino and Pippa found tbe shade of tbe long rows of. Tines very grateful. The leaves were luxuriant and the air was filled with tbeir warm sweet smell.

Tonino bent lower over Pippa and said, softly: "The news I have to tell you, my is that, after all, perhaps, I am not foing away from Santa Chiara." Pippa was rather taken aback. 8he would not have let Toniuo go so far if she had not 1 thought that he was going away, now at once, mrouga the nig tunnel that be bad eelped to make, and never coming back again. It was quite another thing that be was always to De tnere. "Not going away" she said, with a little Suiver in her voice. Tonino thought the lit quiver was one of happiness.

''Dearest," he said, "it is true. Borne one is required to be always on tbe snot. livery night I must go through the tunnel to see that all is well. This will be necessary for long months, till we that tbe work is perfect in every part, that no unexpected dangers may arise. And it is 1 that have received the appointment." 1 Toi.ino hit bis breast with a sound of triunsph, then he suddenly threw his arm round Fippa 's waist.

"Say, beautiful Pippa! doarest of my ne cried, that you rejoice as I do. We shall not be separated. Pippa was too much astonished to resist. Tonino "had his arm': round her. and now he bent forward and kissed ber once, twice be fore she could speak, when there came a sudden shout that sounded more like roar of wild beast than a human voice.

and Gianni threw himself between them, his eyes flushing, bis face convulsed witb rage. Pippa was terrified, and iu her terror she could think of nothing save that one of the two would be killed. She threw herself upon Gianni, clinzing round his ami a with all her weight, while she cried with a taosrsa voice that oid not souud like ber own: "Fly. Tonino, fly! He will kill you. TVe shall all be lost.

Fly! fly!" Tonino was not rave; turned and went. gliding away among tbe vines with his bead turned back over bia shoulder, and bis eves glaring at Gianni with a look of intense hatred. "He has gone," cried Pippa, sinking on ner knees, out still clinging to ber betrothed. Thank heaven, he is gone!" "You have saved your lover this once," said Gianni between his teeth. "But oppor tunities ao not lace "You woufd kill bim!" cried Pippa.

"Had he a bundred lives 1 would take them all. and Gianna ground his teeth with the ferocity of a jeaious Italian. "But why should you kill him?" cried Pippa, bursting into tears. "He is nothing to ine. "Tell that to whoever is fool enough to be lieve you." sap Gianni scornfully.

"Ou, Giama, are wo not betrothed?" "1 hat also is a thing of the past. Old Giacomo is right all women are false!" Gianni strode away and left her. Fippa stood looking after bim. is right in everything," she said to herself through herttears. "And all men are fools, Oh.

Gianni! Gianni!" Jiut wnetber he heard her piteous little cry or not be did not turn, an i Fippa sat down under the vine leaves and sobbed as if ner heart would break." The sun went dowu, the church bell rang, the people poure into the last service, and still Pippa sat sobbiug. Then she beard the voices of the congregation as they ouce more came out oi cturcn i "Gianni is a good said to herself He uever misses benediction. The boly service will have softened bis heart; he will forjrive me. Though Tonino is eoini to stav here, it not matter, for 1 hail be tbe one to go. uianm an i win ie married at once, and we will go away in his big carriage to oesin.

Alter an. we may oo very bnppy Tht. I Won't nilt OfT lhi mir mnm it shall be at once, am 6ure that Gianni ill see when be looks at me that I mean to good new." 1 I'ippa had no ears left to shed; she dried her eyes and pushed back her curly hair, and walked down ti the village. The people were all clustered together in ue piuzi, iiui sns saw neitner uianm nor Toniuo anions' them, and sue thought that mey an looked at tier rutuer Old Giaconv) came hobhlin; up to ber, Lo yoa wtnrta know wnere your two lovers are, my beauty be said. "Well, wen, you man not De leic in ignorance Tonino, wheat be came out of church, took his bag of tools (you know them?) over his shoukUr, lighted bis lantern, and went off through the tunnel on bis usual inspection.

He must have rot some wav bv this time." "And my Gieuui!" cried Fippa, trembling. "Gianni had an odd look on his 'ace. Tbe evil eye baa erod bim, per nap. Who knows?" "But where ia bet" she faltered. "It is Tory strango," said Giacomo, "but he alo took the way of the tuauel.

He also must be some way in by this time, and 15ut Pippa waited to hear no more. A horrible dread bad seixed upon ber: a terror coia as a nana oi ice laid upon ber heart. Bhe uttered a shrill little cry and sped away sowuu so mountain as zast aa ner reel could carry ber. "PerBaccol there will be mischief," said one man to another. "Would not be beat to go atter them "1 shall tell the Priore," said Marioocia, wanting ber old bead as iba want off in search of the priest.

i Ia a few miaotee quite a crowd had gata area raina moaia ox toe tunnel. Meanwhile Pippa ran on and reached ber destination. The opening looked fearfully dark and gloomy in the fading light, and she bad no lantern with ber; bus terror bat ber courage: she never hesitated, pDt quickly crossing herself she darted in. It was quite dark now. Pippa Elided herself along tbe wall; she was obliged to go more Slowly, for several times sue caugps her foot against one of the sleepers and nearly fell.

Ob, how pitch dark it was. and how cold! 8he gasped for breath. Now her bands rapidly passing along; the wall encountered something cold and slimy, and she triej to nine it on, dus it ciung. "A slug," she thought with a shudder as She got rid of it at last, never slackening ber steps. All was deadly still she could bear her own panting breach.

Now a sort of pal color began through the blackness, and a warmer breath of air; she could see again. Tbe big tunnel opened into little gorge not ten feet wide. She tooked np through the rocks almost like one from the bottom of a well, and saw the friendly blue sky, then taking courage, plunged on again into deeDer night than before. Fiona could feel tee aaranesa, toe cow, breathless atmosphere; she was getting into the longest, most uubroien part or tbe tunnel. She raped for breath, her brain began, to reel, ber eyes throbbed and acnel with the strain to see where nothing was visible.

Then suddenlv. quite suddenly it seemed to her. in tbe far distance she perceived a little moving spark; a light that could be nothing but Tonino'a lantern. Her heart beat almobt to suffocation, she passed for one instant to gain breath, then bounded on, for it seemed to her intensely strained sense of hearing that there was some one else aoeaa or ner, some footsteps swiftly following the lantern, in pursuit of it. Fiona ressed oa faster and faster, and the distance botween them seemed to be dimin ishing.

Would she arrive in time! She ba i grown accustomed to tbe sleepers now and knew mecnanically when to expect them as she ran. She was getting nearer and nearer. Suddenlv she saw the lantern stop; there was a sound that made Pippa pause to listen with the terror of a bunted animal. A rush of footsteps, a kind of shout, a sound of a death strugrle. Fippa bounded for ward with a cry.

tbe guiding light disap peared, she beard the crash as the lantern fell, aud all was total darkness. buddenly rauz out a sound which filled the whole tunnel a wild, unearthly whistle, a distant roar approaching nearer and nearer. llpna shrank bactc, crouched, pressed against the wall. The train was coming. She beard a shout from the fighters Back, back! let go! tbe train comes; Maria Santissimal" "Never, never! Go then to thy doom!" The roar increased louder and louder: with a terrific actio the train rushed past; a cold air filled tbe place, a sudden den.e sensation of suffocation.

What sound was that! A kind of sickening crash, as if something had been crusbed out of all human recognition under those awful wheels. Then came a dead, awful silence. XSo one spoke, no one seemed to breathe. Then Pip pa turned, and crept back the way she had come, conscious of hothiug but a frantic desire to get back to tbe air. to Ood's light again.

Kound the mouth of tbe tunnel, tbe crowd of villagers had assembled, but no one went in. Tner stood waiting unea ily. wondering what was happening. 1 uey had seen ttie tram go by, aud kept on saying to each other that it must be all right. Presently out of tne darkness crept forth a figure they hardiy recognized as tbe beautiful Pippa.

Her bauds stretched out blindly belore ber, ber eyes wide open and unseeing, her lips livid. "But wbit is it. Pippa! Santi Apostoli! what has happened!" But she answered nothing; only pointed to the tunnel with ghastly looks. Another! The crowd separated in a kind Of terror, for out of the darkness staggered forth anotber panic strielceu human creature Gianni, who with trembling hands was struggling at bis shirt collar trying to tear It open, to breathe, to get air. "Heaven help us! but what has happened?" cried tbe people.

Then tbey made way for the Fnore, who was hastening forward, followed by oid ilariuocia. Gianni reeled forward as if be were ii "An accident, Father," be gasped "a horrible accident, tho wheels! tbe the "Give bim water," said the priest quickly, "and fetch lanterns. Quick, quick, lose no time, the unhappy man may yet be living." But all was not yet over. Once more out of the mouth of the tunuel apfieared another: "Haste! hasrt!" be shouted. "Bring, lights! Come at once! Gianni has been run over by the train! Haste!" But Fippa cangbt sight of him, and uttered a cry which rang through tbe air: "Tonino! it is thou! Gianni! Gianni!" Then she burst into laughter so wild and unnatural that tbe women all rushed round her.

Sue could not cease peal after peal shook her rom bad to foot. 'I boy toad to throw water over ber several times, and for a long time in vain. The villagers gathered round the two men. "I thought I had killed thee," faltered Gianni. I also thought thou wast dead," said Tonino, shuildenns violently.

"Oiil.it was horrible, horrible!" "God has been very merciful to you both," said the Priore gravely. Tbe two men took off their hats and muttered an amen. They could neither of them cease shuddering. "But what was that horrible noise, as of soniotbing crumbed msked Uianui at last, every trace of color again leaving hi cheek. "It was my bag of tools," said Tonino, with a pale suiiiu.

"Truly, friends, thou owest me a new set." A fortnight later tbe whole village went by train through the big tnnnel to Monro Caetano to sea the departuro of Gianni and bis bridd. They sat in the coupe of tbe big carriage and Pippa's dark curly hair and bright eyes looked brilliant on the back ground of golden yellow calico. The four horses were decorated with ribbons of every color, and the bride wore a beautiful vezzo of pearl which bad come down to her through many generations. "Brton ria jgia! bnon rtajfio" shouted the crowd, ana tbey drove away along tha road through merry dancing clo'ld of dut, the little bells on thaharuess jangling harmoniously. Old Giacomo stood watching till they wert oat.

of sight, then as he turned away he muttered: "All the same, all women are false." no!" cried'the peasant girls, laugh ing and showing tau.r white t. eth. Giacomo round with a kind of snarl. "Bab!" he cried. "Ahd all men are fools.

"That's es may be," said tbe lad, and tuey also laughed. TFor the Courier death vr aui walcvj: scott. I. On Eildon's hills an autumn day Was slowly, LeaviM oa i.ie'Wezs, and leaves vm in the forests lying. The ky ab was cl.ui.et blue.

The tt O.Kiluiids rdi were And rfppliiK mr.sL;. oft anil sweut, bang 1 weed iu rapid flowing. II. It was a fitting time for him, To call his frieiids fc.petlier. And say farewell to Abtoford Aud iiis beloved beathrr.

The winds. ur.hiu Jt reil, kied hi? cheek. The tre he loved Iwnt o'er him: And cljtbed ia ali tbeir grandeur stood The gray old hills bef ore'him. nt. His dos, companions of th? days That bronirht him richest blessing.

Came w.stfully beside bin bod To ieel nis hand caressing; But all in van. tbeir iving friend No stirriug chase coul i waken. The tteed was lonely in his stall. The bugle all torsaxea. IV.

His intgie pen. the mystic wand 'l hmt wrote bis uuie in Kiory, Mum lie iu rusr, but ait iu words Will lire in tone auJ story. Ilia fame is fie.itulrss while the chinas) Of centuries is ringing; To every heart that owns his sway The sweetest incense bringing. V. They kissel anj closed his loving eyes.

And turned awajPiu And aaid. gl.ririis nionurg comes To el ve him triad lo inorro w. But yet, his sun has never set; No clou 1 have dimmed its And still tbe towers of Abbouford Are iu lis splendor gleaming. 1ba CaocrxTT. Bssmcaeox, Nov.

SO. He Can After Iu Boston Herald. Olirer Ames, our Lieutenant Governor, worth fully S6.U00.000. wears bis collars till tbey have saw edges, and bia ten cent black butterfly tie Is a wonder. FASCINATING FAEO.

Toe favorite Baaon; Game of Aaericsi EwrrU Its Intricacies and Detail Contidared at Length. vat8 or mar wso "fight the tiges." Denver Opinion. There is probably no game Vmonj those popularly denominated aa "banking gamea" that possesses so many attractions; and exerts such an infatuating influence) as faro. Its origin is involved in considerable doubt, but. whatever it might have been, the fact remains patent that of all other gambling methods it takes precedence among the sporting fraternity.

Let us take a popular gamins renort and look in for half an bonr or so at a table where this fascinating same being dealt; Here we Cud a table about seven leet in length by two feet ia breadth. Tbe major portion of the green baize cloth with which it ia covered ia occupied by what ia termed the "lay out," consisting of fac similes of one suite of cards laid in two rows, with about two inches intervening between each card, beginning at tbe upper right hand corner witb tbe ace and continuing in numerical order until the King is reached in the lower right hand corner thirteen cards in ail. Sittiue behind tbe center of tbe table is tbe dealer; in front of him a box, so constructed aa to admit of one card at a time being ejected from it. Immediately to bis right is a wooden inclosure called the check rack, in which are arranged stacks of white, red. blue and yellow checks tbeir monkey value increasing in tbe order of tbe colors named.

Directly behind the check rack, la a chair elevated by a dais about a foot above the dealer, is seated tbe "lookout" always one of tbe proprietors or attaches of the house whose duty it "is to call tho attention of the dealer to any mis takes be may make in the taking or paying bets. Directly facing tbe dealer, on the op posite sid of tbe table, sits, the case keeper usually an active player, tbjugh fre quently employes of the bousaep casea in the absence of a full game, or wn none of the players are familiar with tM method whoe duty it is to record the result of each turn tbat made from the box, indicating the losing card by marking a button on a wire corresponding to tbat card, close to the wood work, aud the winmrc' card by allowing an interval between tbe button and the wood work or tbe next button. The case keeping apparatus consists, of a frame of wood about twelve inchaMn. length by seven inches lDVseidlh, in which, la two rows. are thirteen cards (oainted representations) corresponding to tbe "lay out.

'f Opposite to each card is a wire upou which is strung four buttons, alternatiusr red and whit in color fifty two in all, or the same number as contained in a deck of playinir cards, lio low is given a diagram, showing tbe "lay out, the cuecn rack and tbe positions of dealer, look out and case keeper: CHIPS 1 i 0Q 0 5 8 10 D. Dealer. C. I. Lookout.

H. B. Card box. K. Caseekeeper.

C. liigU.card. Surmising tbat the diagram, ipj connection with tbe explanations given, batnabled the reader to form a vary fair idea of tbe me cnanicai leatures or tne game, left us ooserve a deaLor so and become familiar with some of its intricacies. Tbe dealer shuffles tha cards apparently with no more care or at tention than would attend that process In a game of sven up or euchre places tbe pack in tbs box, face upward, and is ready for a "deal." 1 be card exposed in the box say a fceven spot of hearts is termed! tbe "soda" card, and probably derives its name from tbe fact that, like ita alkaline namesake, it is a sort of a "starter." Tbis card, like the last one in the box or bottom card in tbe deck, (called the. "bock" cand), bas no special bearing upon the results of tbe deal, as there can be no "action" upon either.

As we have noted, the seveu spot of. hearts is tbe The keeper at once marks a button as winuor (counting it thus because the card that re mains in tbe box wben tbe turn is made always the winner). Tho dealer now waits patiently until each player baa placed bis coecks upon toe cam or nis choice, ana tueo proceeds to make the turn. Let it be re membered that we are now making our observations from the keginning of a deal. The sven spot of hearts is shoved from the box ami forms the nucleus for a Dile of winning cards directly next to the check rack, The next card under tbe seven spot is tbe loser, ar.d forms tbe starter for a pile of losing cards next to the box.

anl the next card to that. wuich remains in the box. is tha wiuner. Immediately i upon, the turn 'being made the dealer proceeds to pay tbe checks which have teen staked upon the winning card, and to take in those which were risked upon the loser. If a player desires to bet tbat any card will lea be piaces ujion his pile of checks a "copper" usually a cbecker mnn such as is used in draughts.

If he desires to bet that a card will win be refrains from using a copper. Sometimes a player desires to take chances upon two cards say the nine and In that case he places his checks between those two cards, and if cither wins he is paid. Should he desire to bet that the nine will lose and the ten win be places the base of bis pile of checks upon the nine, the bottom check coppered, and inclines the stack toward the ten. Checks placed on tbe left band corner of the ace also play tbe on the left hand corner of the 3. tbe o.

and so on. Checks be strung to include two bits, PR Kinj; 3, Jack 4, and so on, and tl'esj combinations mar be made from neariv nil the cards. In the manner indicated tbe deal proceeds until only four card are Wt in the box or one deal and now tho player has an oppurtunitv to exer cise his guessing power in try in to "call the turn" tbat is, name the order ta which the cards will appenr from tha box. hup po. tho last turn includes a ing.

Queen uud Jack. 'J ho turn niv camp in six dif ferent ways, paiuely: Kiiij jieen. King J.ir!:. Q'leoii Kinsr. Uueen Jack King.

(Jiieen. When the posibiIitie as to tue result of turn are considered, it may to readily that tauly earns the pay of lour for one' Which ac corded tr a successful call." Home players 6 Hiii possevsed witii a mania for making their largest the last I turu, but, as tney generally lern to their deep chagrin. "many are called and few are chosen." The description given above of a sinel deal of faro will sutDce to giro a very clear i lea of tho details of the game, and. now let us take critical look at tbe people who compose the players. I he expressions on their faces are so varied tbat tbey Drove of Fassing mterest to even a careless observer.

a younz fellow who lis evidently a new teginner, which fact is betrayed by bis lack of ta.n;.ianty with the manner of plac inir bis bets correctly. ills manner is eager anl expectant, ana it tie is unlucky be gen trally continues to play until his exchequer is depleted. There sits an old man who is per saiug some "yystemt in bis betting, ana bis frequent inquiries as to whether certain cards b.tve lost or won regulate bis future bets. If be wins, bis countenance lights up with satisfaction; and if he loses, his irrita tion finds vent In sundry scowls, and fre qnentlv in angry nuitterings which frequent ly worli tip very close to tbe margin oi pro fanity. All sorts oi classes are represented among the devotees of faro from weil to ao clerks and business rieuto tbe man who earns a precarious livelihood by work which re turns him only a pittance of Il.bO a dav.

The pretexts or reasons for giving way to tbe iniatuaiions oi tne game are as various as those frequently advanced by men "who tar ry long at tne wine. oome visit tbe game to win enough to make up a certain amount lor a delinite purpose, borne actually Elay to pass away time tbat hangs eavily on their bands. Many go to tha game with a certain sum of money and a fixed determination to allow, themselves to lone no more than that amount, but to win all they can. There, are notable cases of players who preserve coolness and equanimi ty, and never evince tbeir aatisfactioa or disappointment over malts; bat in the ma jority of cases players ara ana Ma to repi tbeir feellnes. The dealers almost Invarkbly w.in aa air of philosophical coolness, wnetber tbe bank is losing or winning, and this equanimity is considered a very desirable quality among them.

A well known dealer in this city one gave aa exhibition of wang froui which will serve aa aa illus tration. A Dartv bad been niaTinr in re markably bad luck, until his funds were re duced to 5. Exchanging that sum for eneexs. ne made two beta of them placing one stack tapo a card to win, and the other upon a card to lose. The very next tarn be lost both bets the card losing which be had desired to win, and tbe card winning which ne bad coppered.

Entirely overcome by the disaster, the player fell back fainting ia biswiair. Tbe dealer, not in tbe least disconcerted, coolly continued to deal, merely remarking to tbe colored waiter, ia aa ordinary tone of voice. "Isaac, a glass of water for a gentleman who has lust been whip sawed!" Whatever may be said of the vice of gam bling in general, it is bat last to remark that, if a man must cater to a passion for gaming, there is no fairer opportunity than that otfered by a squarely dealt game of faro. Of course, the great burden of percentage is all in favor of tbe If it were otherwise, thev could not stand tbe daily drain upon tbeir resources for the heavy expenses to which tbey are subjected. 1 ben are many stories current among tbe sporting fraternity aboutwonderful winnings having bead made at faro from the invest muDt of small sums of money, and no doubt there have been many cases where remarkable streaks oi luck brought about such re sults.

But it can be set down as sf fact and sp.irting men generally are not slow to acknowledge it tbatrmoney won at faro ia not Valued and appreciated as that which has been acouired by legitimate means. ben a mau makes a winning at faro tbe idea seems to at once take possession of him that because it was acquired witb so. little effort be can spend it in a reck revs anu iiupruT manner. Anotaer notable fact regarding tbe game is tbat not one man In ten bas tbe strength of will to cease playing when be is ahead of tbe game. 1 bousands of sporting men can attest the truth of tbis assertion.

A. game that pos sesses such a fascination should be Hedulouxly avoided, as rum results sooner or later. better conclusion conld be adopted for this article than the sagacious words of a modern philosopher: "Tbe saddest hour in any young man's life is that in which be first becomes possessed of the idea that there is an easier and better way of acquiring money than by squarely and fairly earning it." For the Courier Journal. Jar A. B11.H.

I had never kissed her her whole life long Now 1 stood by her bier did she feel How, with love that tbe waitinz years made strons. set on her Hps my seal? Will she wear my kiss in the grave's long night And wake sometimes with a thrill From dreams of the Id life's missed delight. Ana leel mat ue grave is cniu It was warm," will she say. in tbat world above. It was warm, but I did not know How he loved me there, with bis whole life's love It is cold, down hem And at last.

If I go to ber. claim ber as mine. ill her kUsinx Hps renlr Is this flower springing out of her grave a sign bne win welcome me by and bra Locise Chandler Mocltoic. Boston, Dee. For the Courier Journal.

BUI Nve Compares oah Webatera Books With His Own. Mr. Webster, no doubt, had the best com mand of language of any' American author prior to oar day. Those who have read his ponderous but rather disconnected romance known aa "Webster's Unabridged Dic tionary, or 'How One Word Led on to An other," will agree with me that he was Noah never lacked for a word by which to express, himself. He was a brainy man and a good spellr.

It would ill become me at tbis late day to criticize Mr. Webster's great work work tbat is now in almost every jibrary, schoolroom and counting house in the land. It is a great book. I only hope that bad Mr. Webster lived he would have been equally fair in bis criticism of my books.

I bate to compare my own works with those of Mr. Webster, because it may seem egotistical in tne to point out the good points in my literary labors; but I have often heard it said, and so do not state it solely npon my responsibility, that Mr. Webster's book does not retain the interest of the reader all the way through. He has tried to introduce too many char acters, and so we can not follow them all the way tbrougb. It is a good book to pick up and while away an idle hour with, perhaps.

but no one would cling to it at night till tbe fire went out, chained to the thrilling plot aud the glowing career of its hero. tween Mr. Webster and myself. A friend of mine at binz King once wrote me tbat from tbe moment he get bold oi my book be never left bis room until be ho is tied it. Ha seemed chained to tbe spot, he said, and if you can believe a convict, who is entirely out of politics, who in the name of George asbington can you believe; Air.

uebster was most assuredly a. bril liant writer, and I have discovered in bis later editions 118,000 words, no two of which are alike. This shows great fluency and versatibty, it is true, but we need some thing else. 1 be reader waits in vain to be tbrille 1 by tbe author's won lerful word pain There is not a thrill in tbe whole tome. I bad beard so much of Mr.

Webster that when I read his book I confess I' waa disappointed. It is cold, methodical aud dispassionate in the extreme. As I said, however, it is a good book to pick up lor the purpose oi wnuing away an idle moment, and no one should start out on a lone journey without Mr. ebster's tale in bis pocket. It has broken the monotonv of manv a tedious trip for me.

Mr. "Speller" was a work of less pretensions, iwrhaps, and yet ilr bad an immense sale. Eight years ago this book had reached a sale of 40.000,000, and yet it bad tbe same grave defect. It was discon nected, cold, prosy and dull. I read it for rears, and at last became a cloe student of Mr.

Webster's stvle, yet I never found but one thing iu hi book, for which there seems to have been such a perfect stampede, tbat was even ordinarily interesting and that waa a little geai. It was so thrilling in its and so diametrically. ditfercnt from Mr. Webster's style, that 1 have otten won deied who he got to write it for him. It re intod to the discovery of alboy by an el iei ly gentleman ill the crotch of an ancestral ap lle tree, and the feeling of bitterness and animosity that sprang up at that time between the boy aud the elderly gentleman.

Though I hate been a close student of Mr. Webster for years. 1 am" free to say, and 1 do not wuh to do an injustice to a great man in doing so, that pis ideas of literature and my own are entirely dissimilar. Possibly his book has had a little larger sale than mine, but that makes no difference. When I write a book it must engage the interest of the reader, and show some plot to it.

It must not be jerky in its style and scattering in its statements. I kuow it is a great temptation to write a book that will sell, but we should have a higher object than tbat. 1 do not wish to do an injustice to a man who has done so much for tbe world, and one who could spell the longest word without hesitation, but I speak of tbee things just as 1 would expect people to criticize my work. If we aspire to moukey with the litterati of our day we must expect to be criticised. That's tbe way I look at it.

Bill Nye. P. S. I might also state that Noah Webster was a member of tbe Legislature of Massachusetts at one time, and tnough I ougot not to torow it up to him at tbis date, I think it nothing more than right that the public should kuow tbe truth. Bill Xti.

tU'DSO. Dec. 9. Cellars at Harvard. Detroit Free Press.

I Does culture cultivate! The fine statue of John Harvard, founder of Harvard College. recently given to that institution by a weal.hy admirer, was found tbe other tnorn ing smeared all over with black paint, and 88 the figures of the freshman class painted fonr feet long on the front of the Appieton chapel. Tne Indian savages who once Uved on tbe sit of Harvard College would have bad more.respcct for tbeir own antiquities and memorials than these "young barbarianaat play." Net Crasy, eat Shaky. New York Mail and Express. fashionable ladles who get themseVN talked a boat by doing eccentrie things Are eo longer eaid to be crasy.

Tbeir tveaayt is boldly assarted to be nialaria, 9 ABOUT AUTOGRAPHS. Edgar Pot's Theory About" CUrograpfcy aod Char acter 'Comments ea the Eigsstsres ef Famous Xea LITTLE ISD Bid LETTERS. Correspondence of the Courier Journal I Kzw York, Dec 10. There is such a thing, it is well knowji. aa a "passion for autographs." Most young women possess autograph alba is, and there are few distinguished men who are not requested constantly to eend tbeir autographs to strangers.

Ia fact, strangers crowd into the homes of these men for tbe simple purpose of inducing them to scribble their names on paper; that paper is held sacred, and it is shown to friends aad neighbors with extreme pride. The passion for autographs is, after all. a natural and human one. Wben wi admire a famous writer, an artist, a statesman, we are. quits properly, eager to own a scrap of himself, and aa autograph, it must be remembered, is a part of the man who wrote it.

We are all more or less, thereforeautograph hunt eas. and each of us, 1 fancy, treasures a cer tain name written by a certain band with as much reverence as though the name were written in letters of solid gold. A weekly journal published in Chicago has taken advantage, in a very ingenious man ner, of the popular liking and respect tor autographs. All the articles contributed to its pages are signed with autographs ia fae simile. Of course, fac similes are not tha real things.

But tbey show, at any rate, bow celebrated men do sign their names, and they have a practical, if not a sentimental, value. The best plan, devised recently, for obtaining autographs, as it were, by wholesale, was batched in the fertile brain of George W. Cable, who, nevertheless, did 'not carry out the scheme in his own. interest. Mr.

Cable's friend. Maik Twain, was the person woo profited by ic. The story is a rather old one now. Mr. Cable sent one day a circular to all his literary friends wbo are most of.

the literary man in thia country begging them to send letters of congratulation or condolence, iu honor of some event, to Mr. Clemens. Scores of letters poured sbortlv afterwards into the lap of genial humorist at Hartford, and Mr. Clemens soon found himself in possession of a brilliant collection of American autographs. What be has done with tbem 1 don't know.

I venture to say tbat Aiark Twain is also an autograph hunter, and tbat he will stow away bis collection in a safe. Edgar Poe is tbe only American author, I believe, wbo bas given any serious study to autography. Poe took the ground that a strong analogy generally exists between every mau's cuirograpby and character. He "Next to tne person of a distinguished man of letters we desire to see bis portrait; next to bia portrait, bis autograph." in the latter, especially, there is something which seems to bring bim before us in his true idiosyncrasy in bis character of scribe. The feeliag; which prompts to tbe collection of autographs is a natural and rational one.

But complete, or etsn extensive collections, are beyond the reach, of those whjs them selves do not dabble in the waters of liters. ture." Tbe writer of tbis article baa bad opportunities in thia way (ilka Mark Twam) enjoyed by few. The manuscripts now lying before him are a motley mass indeed. are letters or other coujpositiona from every individual in America who has tbe slightest pretensions to literary celebrity." hoe's article is called "A Chapter on Autography," and it is contrived with great clevaraesa. Many of the writers whose autographs are furnished by Poe are still living.

Tbe list includes Prof. Charles Antbon, Washington Irving. Park Benjamin, John P. Kennedy, Greenville Mellen, J. K.

Paulding, ilr. Sigourney J. H. lngraham, William Cullen Bryant, 1 tz Green Halleck, N. P.

Willis, Kufus Dawes, H. W. LougfeiL John Pierpont, Wm. Gilmore Sims, O. A.

Krown son. Judge Beverly Tucker, John Sanderson, Hannah F. Gould, Joseph C. rteal, Saba Smith, Lieut, b'lidell. Prof.

Francis Liiel er, Sarah J. Hale, Kdward Everett, Robert M. Bird, John Neal, (lus Sedgwick, Fenimore Cooper, L)r. Hawks, J. O.

Palfrey, F. W. Thomas, Ezra Holder, George H. Graham, W. L.

tStone, Jared Sparks, H. S. Legare, George Lunt, J. It. Chandler, H.

T. Tuckeman, L. A. Godey, John 8. Du Solle, G.

P. Morris, W. D. Gallagher, 11. ll.ana, W.

E. Channing, Robert L. Conrad, John Quiney Adams, William E. Burton, K. ii.

Wilde, Lwii Cass, Jack Downing, James Russell Lowell, T. S. Arthur, John Greenleaf bit tier. Charles Hprague, C. F.

Hoffman, Horace Greeley, Epes Sargent. Washington Allston, Alfred B. Street, O. Holmes, Bishop Doane and K. Lmerson.

These names make extraordinary collection of autographs, and Poe's comments on their significance are curious and characteristic. Here are a few examples. Washington Irving: "The MS. of Mr. Irving has little about it indicative of his genius.

Certainly, no one would suspect Irom it any nice yinisi in tbe writer's compositions; nor is this nice finish to be found." Bryant: "Mr. Bryant's MS. puts us entirely at fault. It is one of tbe most commonplace clerk's band which we ever encountered, and bas no character about it beyond that of tbe day book or ledger. Tbe picturesque, to bo sure, is equ deficient in bis cbirography and in bis poetical productions." Laoogfellow: "iiis MS.

is remarkably good, and is fairly exemplified iu tbe signature. We see here plain indications of tbe force, vigor, and deliberate and steady finish of compositions." John Pierpont: "The flourish at the end of the signature is but a part of tbe writer's general enthusiasm. Lewis Cass: "His MS. is clear, deliberate, and statesmanlike, resembling that tf Edward Everett closely." I well: "His MS. is strongly indicative of tbe vigor aud precision of bis poetical thought.

The man wbo writes thus, for example, will never be guilty of metaphysical extravagance." Wbittier: "Hii cbirography is an ordinary clerk's hand, affording little indication of character." Horace Greeley: The whole chi rugraphy puts us in lumd of a jig. hat mental ldiosyncracy lies perdu beneath all tuis is more than we can say; but we will venture to say that Mr. Greeley (whom we do not know iersouaIly) is, personally, a very remarkable man." Holmes: fHis cliirog.anliy is remarkably fiie, aud a quick fancy miht easily detect in its graceful yet picturesque tjiiaintness an analogy with the vivia drollery of bis style." Emerson: "His is bad, sprawling, illegible and irregular, although suiliciently bold. This latter trait may be, and no doubt is, only a portion of bis general affectation." I bave just been looking over a book which contains the written autograpba of about fifty well known American authors and editors. The autograph of Mr.

H. M. Alden, editor of Harper's, "ft plain aud neat. That of Prof. Baird is fine and "scholarisb." Tbat of Tbomas Bailey Al rich is written in a rather graceful back band.

Noah Brooks also writes bis signature in a back band, although tbe letters are unusually large and vigorous. Boyer en's autograph is fine cut, vigorous and handsome. In the clearness and angularity of the and in tbe flourish given to the large letters it resembles E. C. hted man's." S.

S. Conant. editor of Harper's Wrrkly, writes in a plain back band. Oeo. William Curtis, George Cary Eggleston, Sidney Howard Gay, Richard WaUon Gilder, use almost the same formation of letters bold, flowing, and vigorous.

John Hab berton has a strong and striking signature, while tnat of Lawrence Hutton is, almost grotesque and odd with its thick lines slant iug both ways and running obscurely into one another. Charles de Kay writes his name without effort at distintiveness, and Thomas W. Knox employs an ordinary business hsnd. Brander Matthews has a clear, tolerably ornate signature. Tbat of Richard Grant White is upright, graceful and handsome.

That of E. L. Yonroans is decidedly ungraceful and conventional, and that of O. B. bunce is simply buainess like.

Henry Drisler has an unpretentious signature in good, sure writing, and Julian Hawthorne's is small and easy. Charles Dudley Warner uses a small, "nibbed pen' chirograph J. That of Mr. Laibrop slants far to tbe right, as though it were running away from tbe writer. H.

C. Bunner's signature is not unlike it, and an effect of singularity is given to it by a slanting line drawn underneath. Clarence Cook baa a fine, somewhat peculiar autograph. John Bach MacMaater's is plain and not overgraoefuL That of Mr. Howells is so diminutive as to be insignificant, aad tbat of Mr.

StUlmaa is straight up and does, witb. onshartert lines IL Roasitar Johnson's is a mixed aerate. i and sprawl; Mr. C. C.

Baal's is rough and clear; Mr. J. H. Morse's has a boyish air; Mr. Maurice P.

Egaa's is. in a heavy back band, and Mr. Stoddart'i is neat and small. I should not bke to undertake to invest any of these autographs with particular character and genius. G.

E. Mostqomit. I TUB LIXX.KILX CLUB, Detroit Free Press. as sooa as the meeting opened Brother Gardner announced tbat Professor Zollieof fer Shortrack, of Meridian, Mississippi, waa ia the ante room. Tbe Professor came thia way to give tbe various local members ot tha club tha benefit of his experience in compounding cures for chilblains, boils, ringworms, etc.

and for the past three days bad been experimenting on a number of individuals. He bad been asked to address tbe meeting on the subject of "Diseases, Ailments and Tbeir Preventive and Cure;" aad wben tbe hall was ready for bis reception be entered with the air of a man perfectly at home in the highest society. He would doubtless have bandied bia suDject la a thorough and able manner bad not something occurred to prevent it. Bamuel Shin came limping in as the Pro feasor took tbe platform, and demanded a chance to be beard. Tbe stranger had sold him a box of salve for 12 and warranted it ta knock his chilblains sky high in six hours.

Instead of tbe chilblains, it was Samuel who had been elevated about seventy five feet, and be felt tbat be was still rising. His feet had been made so sore that locomotion was hardly possible, and the pedals which formerly slipped into 3o. 12 boots without any effort could not bow be induced to enter a six inch stove pipe. Hon. Oliver Cromwell Asbestos fol avncu uiuiuer ouiu.

lii uau lur jcais been troubled with a wart on hie noae. The Professor bad axed him 1 for a small phial of liquid and warranted it to run tbat wart into the back counties inside of a day, and tbat without pain to anybody. He wanted tbe club to gaxe on bis nose! Indeed, bis face was all nose and his nose waa all wart. Three different reputable phy sicians had plainly told him that be would never be pretty again. Tbe innocent lookiug Pickles Smith came third.

For tbe last five years he haa bad a scar on his scalp, being tne result of a blow from a stick of wood in the bands of bia devoted wife. Tbe Professor offered to remove the scar and cause a new growth of wool over the spot for the small sum of seventy five cents. Pickles bauded put the olid cash and bowed bis head to the yoke. He wanted tbe club to gaze on that bead, and pulled off his capt to give the members a fair chance. Two thirds of his wool li rl vnnistiMi tha nlhnr hint in.c dying to pull up stakes, while tbe scalp re sembied a dude's crushed straw berry even in n.

1U ICH, The Professor bad been dreadful uneasy from tbe outset, and as Brother Smith exhibited bis bead tbe man of cures made a bolt for the door. Before reaching it he was seized and flung down, and by tbe order of Brother Gardner he waa searched. An inspection of his pockets brought to light thirty centa in cash, a remeuy for bad breath, a copy of the 'ew York Trib tine, in which Blaine's election was claimed by 1,300 plurality, and various recipes for salves and liquids. Tbe money waa divided between the three sufferera. and the Professor was then escorted to tbe alley door and given a start in the world.

As Giveadam Jones was tbe starter and as be bad on a new pair of cow hides and plenty of room to swing his leg, the send off was probably all that could be desired. "Which goes to prove," said Brother Gardner, as tbe hall recovered ita usual order, "dat while we mus' put mo' or less confidence in human natur as we pass frew life, de man wbo buys a jackknife widout try in' de blades on a shingle may tin whit tlin' harder work dan boein' co'n." The Hon. Lay back Davidson introduced tbe following preamble and resolution: Whekesb. At de late election de cull'd element was represented on de ticket of one or de odder party in numerous instances; and Whuias, In each an' ebery case, eo fur aa we kin 1 am, Ue cull'd candydate got sadly left; now, darfore. Aroieef.rat de heartfelt sympathies of die club am hnabby tendered to de cull'd candydate in dis bis bour of tribulashun.

Trustee P.uliback bad bis mouth open eight inchea wide to move tbe adoption of tbe resolution, wbea Brother Gardner pushed it through a broken pane in the alley window, and observed "De resolushuns am out o' order. If de cull'd man am fule en off to go into poly ticks be mus expecx to take nia. cnances 'longside de white man. AVbat he needs am less sympathy an' mo' sense." The Committee on Education, to whom waa referred the communication the publishers or the American Journal of tome spelling, asking the Lime Kiln Club to practice and recommend that system of echography, reported unfavorably on tbe application, add ing that tbe colored man had a hard enough time to wrestle with tbe English language as it stands. Any mixing up of the language', would add to the perplexities and difficulties.

A communication from Aunt Polly Freeze, of Sulphur Springs, inquired if tbe club bad an almanac compiled solely for the use of the colored population. Brother Gardner stated in reply that steps bad already been taken ia that direction and another year would see the matter accom 1, 1 1 1. tL. piisnea. tie was aireaay at wort on sue tables ana submit tea a prooi ot tne montn ox October as a It read as follows: TESTH MONTH.

OCTOBER. THIRTY OATS. Historical M. 1. Ham aod eggs.

3. Codttsh. 3. Drown your cats. T.

4. Look out tor cider. 6. t'liilblains appear. 6.

6. Take io your feet. S. 7. Beware of the cops.

Tbe Secretary then announced the follow ing: i Aranx, Nov. 15, 1R84. Brothwr Card tner: tana iba liberty to inquire it yoa aeem it advisable for the club to employ a regular ku ou liberal salary, whose duty it ahall be to contribute all pnetic al literature needed to give tone and sparkle to the proceed! us of the society. Anticipating such a necessity and the oppor tuuity attending it, I have given myself preparatory training in that direction, and baa already on hand quite a number of poems on 'Poultry yard Musings," 1 he Story of a Clothes line," ''1 he Dismated Turkey," and other subjects in sympathy with the genius ot the institution and of practical interest to its Yours respectfully, Phobatiok Pcaxivs. Brother Gardner replied tbat several such officials had been tried and found wanting, and tbat tbe entire matter of poets and poetry "bad been relegated to Waydowq Bebee, from whom a few words would be in order.

Brother Bebee bobbed op and remarked that be bad offered a prize of (5 ia cash from bis own pocket for tbe best yard of poetry sent in before December 1, and had already received sixty six samples: He felt a deep interest in tbe matter, and.if solid cash could encourage the poetical talent of the colored race of America be was bound to stock tbe country with a new supply of poems, idyls and laments. Kir Isaac Walpole then arose to demand information. Was he right in asserting tbaS Article of tbe constitution discouraged miscegenation? Brother Gardner said he was. In tbis case Sir Itaac would like to call the attention of the club to the case of Brother arewell Smith, of Canada, wbo was aaid to be married to, or at least living with, a white woman. The brother named was not only present, but be took tbe floor as soon as possible and replied that any such assertions ware totally false; He bad been married to two different whit women, but had abandoned both for bis present wife, who was ao black that midnight was ashamed of itself in comparison, lie proposed to live np to tbe rules if be bad to marry and abandon half a dozen wives of coUr.

There being ao farther busineessefore the meeting, Samuel Shin poured iRa, coutents of the water pail into tbe 1 stove and the aadienoe dissolved. sac Bome utner fellow's A ass. Kansas City Times. A queer story bas been going tbe rounds that a Miaa Borcbai unable to adore tha reproach, baa asked that ber name ba changed. There is a very wis and lust provision that will enable the young lady to change ber nam without appbeation to tho 'ow, in th case of Rutherford burchard Hayes there ia not tbat ave nue oi escape either for Mr.

naves or for Mr. Burchard. Our sympathies Ii strongly with tbe joung lady, whose anguish should be removed by a prosperous marriage, bat as (or tbe asutlaiiisi ta tbe ess, they snay asltto th odium to pieman thamjalras..