The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 7, 1892 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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THE UPPElt DMS MO1NES. ALGONA. IOWA. WKONttSDAY. DECEMBER 7..IBM I" on JUS Hack. with $21,000 $, H<*fdd:— A familiar figure about exchange nowadays is Ek ^ prof. Hermann, the necrominan- " Is not a spectator, but a reg- i phitiger, and bears his losses and | with equal equanimity. For a man 'can coax unlimited coin from an fy hat, the eagerness he displayes [""puts" and "calls" Is tho subject of i conunent. A finv days ago he was ^lit "short," and-.over a bottle of I ftiftfl shortly afto', he told the following of one black Friday In his exist- "It's a cold world, after all," he said; fi'sotaethncs wiyre tip and sometimes The downiest, time I ever hail 1'tfas back lit the 70's in Mexico, the ll*erilvian Was was In progress and gold out of sight, or only seen at n big [•premium. My mania for speculation I'took possession of mo, and with the I feinnant of a fortune of $21,000,1 invest- ledItt English and American gold. I was ,Mexico at the tlni'.t, and intended shing South America with my l.reas- by the way of Panama. Travel otigli M'.ixico to the frontier on burros cllstanco of some lumdreds of miles tn ? »h $24,000,iS neither safe nor pleasant. f bush iu Mexico contains not an er for conscience to fear, but n rob- I was intimately acquainted with ridcnt Diaz at that lime, and on my brcscutution to him of my enterprise my fears for the safty of my cash, | provided me with an escort of twenty le soldiers and an otilcor. They sup- psed the panniers strapped to one 111- i donkey contained nothing,more than obe. Ima. Hernunm was in special charge i the donkey with the valuable bag- e, and her instructions were to watch s she would her chances for heaven, camped each night arid journeyed Jdiiy, making one or two dally rests refreshments. My hopes of untold fit!) lth during the journey were as high Rocky mountains, and I could cely contain my spirits. Everything canvas and pahited only cats, in all postures and colors, yellowy black, white, gray, and tabby. He studied cats; he divined, tinder ttieir masks or drowsiness or caprice, the subtle charm and wisdom ndorod in old Egypt. The yellow kitten that saved his life also made his fortune. And M. Lenoir proved not. ungrateful; the yellow cat, now patrituvli of n tribe, has his cushion and his cnj.i lii the atelier, jmd wears a golden coll-.r Inscribed, "To My Benefactor." MADCAP. THE I STORY OF A SIN, BY HELEN B.MATHERS. it on well until we had nearly reneli- IContral America, when one day the aai with the treasury was missed. lyMme. Henuami forgot him during our 'lallcfresco lunch, and he had scampered %pff - with tbe, treasury. The cold dew n « Sparkles on my forehead yet when T fl recall that day. My heart stood still. ' As for Mine. Hermann, she just, fainted 1 "-^-nothing more. 1 had to tell my secret '^'iftjHie guard, and everyone started out tho wilds of Mexico in search of lost donkey. Hours passed and no ^dlngs came of the object sought. How if^thought of .Toshua and wished, like ' ^ I could have prolonged the day. came the harassing doubts—may 'lone of the Mexican soldiers would . the donkey and forgot to come back him and his burden. At last yard dark, ten mill's away, the don -'was found grazing away with $'2 on his back. Kaiicy the picture return was a kind of a "prodigal S-homoward-bound affair,'" and tin Wrssor lit a fresh cigarette. "AVell, how did you come out'.' Dii you win or drop?" queried a Herali Importer. "Well, T multipli il the original ligure by two in a week afterward," auswerci •Hermann, with a quiet chuckle, "and Iw?brough1 the donkey back to the United fstates and ponsioivd him during his 1 life. High living and idleness killed him.' The health to tlr- memory of tho dead !<l|pnkcy at. rierm.:injii's request was idrunk standing. THE POWER OF BEAUTY. Wninnn'M tiroatoKt. Pleader Her Own (l.iml Looks. A very readable and instmctivd article In one of the newspapers lately had as i:n , subject the potency of woman's charms over the mind and judgement of those called upon to pass sentence on offend:TO of the fair sex. It is argued that no matter liow wise or how eloquent the plain-faced maiden might lie. her words freighted with the wisdom of a. Solomon would bear no weight in Comparison with the pleading glance from a pair of lovely orbs, or the entrancinu demeanor of some b.-nutiful culprit who breathed never a, word, but whoso appearance won the favor of judge ami jury where learned arguments and dissertations signally failed. i;rhu beautiful murderess then, accord- big to this, stand far better chance of acquittal than the plain-faced, middle- aged creature who, perhaps, stole bread for her starving children; therefore, cannot all th" gn-sit world of women read between the lines and cany home iuto their own being the lesson Intended to bo taught. According to this, brains versus beauty, the Avorld over, would bo but an unequal tight. .Talent against the, greater forces of physical attractions would stand no show. According to thin it is well by all means that lie within our power to cultivate by bath, massage and nutrition the dormant beauty that may be needed for just such an emergency. Go hi for the physical culture; it may stand you in good stead before a jury. Bring I o by every known process, eyes, ears, lips, throat, and bust; then with them, as your best, alies, justice will be given over to admiration and you can murder, steal and deceive with, impunity. JNotwilhstancliiig the force of such an argument, truth compels us to state that though beauty ',is mi acknowledged power, history and romance alike can show striking examples of women whose lersonality had no charm, yet whose 'ascinatious of mind and manner out- vied tin attractions of physical beauty when arrayed against them, therefore be not discourag'.'d If your pretty face never is called upon to plead for you. for hidden under such a superficial magnet may bo attributes stronger and far more binding. that naa liirougnout aistmgiiished ner, she had slipped behind an open door, and only on the disappearance of her pursuer into an inner room, noiselessly kissed her darling, and made her escape. "Gentlemen, how shall I now venture to approach a subject that, while seeming far-fetched, is literally true nature? When she ran out and down the stone steps that led to the garden, a brightly shining light on the opposite wing nt- fraM-.orl lior ntt.pnt.imi and lookiuff wist- Miss Busby had a good farm, says the Detroit Flee Press, and it. was well stocked ami conducted by herself m a "Oi that terrible meeting between the two women, when the mother knew liersnlf to have been robbed of all that had made life dear, by the hand of the only creature on earth whohad love for her. 1 will not speak. Let us rather study the conduct of the accused afterward, and see if she displayed that revengeful, cruel disposition, which could alone account for the murder she was afterward supposed to commit. "Dose she thrust her unhappy servant from her—does she leave her alone, face to face with the horrors of the fate to which she is sentenced? Does she tell into the many eager ears around her, the truth about the man who lives honored and respected with her rival, up at the house yonder? "No! she remains with this poor wretch—she soothes her iu those last days, so rapidly approaching their frightful end—she confesses that she is the mother, thereby hoping to divert to her own head some of her servant's guilt—she moves heaven and earth to obtain a reprieve, and, failing that, a remission of the sentence to one of penal servitude for life: and wlinu at lencth the respite comes—a respite delayed to the last moment, because the efforts of Mr. Eyre against it have wolj- ni;;h succeeded—she receives tiie merciful intelligence with her arms clasusd about the unhappy woman who lias consummated her misery. "Then, when the poor felon had de- partwl to expiate her sin in a living death more awful than utter extinction, barm'tof bur last, hor only hope, what shall this poor stranger do? She has but to open her lips, to blare aloud a few pregnant words, and all will shrink away from the man whom now they delight to honor, the young wife's hap- iriness will be withered, the young children's opening lives overshadowed, his peace as utterly broken as her happiness was by him half a dozen years ago. By accident she finds herself in the presence of the wife, but does not speak, though Lord Lovel (who has lon-r known the truth), believing her about to do so. interposes, and takes upon himself the guilt belonging to her husband, and in this transparent fiction the woman before you quietly acquiesced and stood dumbly by to see her rival honored, left in the possession of husband, home, and children; while she, poor outcast, despised by man, if not by (Jod, stood at his gates hungering for the crumbs of bread that fell trom tin) rich man's table. "How much native goodness, how much nobility of soul, did she not dis- plav in thus 'permitting the happiness to continue that she could wither at a word! She lingers, and lingers yet: and why? A beautiful little child, such a child as hers might have been had he lived—the child of the man she loved— crosses her path; she trembles, and is subjugated; she clasps him to her bosom, and loves him as well as a better woman might have done, as passionately as if he bad been her own little living lad: and one by one parts with tracted her attention, and looking wist fully at that little beacon which indicated so much, insensibly she drew nearer till her foot struck against a ladder placed against J.he \vall beneath it. A sudden impulsa—mad, foolish, if you will, but natural—bade her ascend it, and look in unsuspected for a moment on the happy rival who rested securely within, with' peaceful heart, blippy in all this poor creature lacked, but in which, long ago, she had, perhaps, fondly hoped to be rich. "With what fear and trembling does she mount step by step; how cautiously, when she lias reached the topmost rung, does she raise her head to look in, But what is this! 1 will tell you what she sees. Though, faithful to her noble policy to the. last, she will not speak m her own defense, I say that she sees—" (Here the prisoner started up in wild excitement, and cried out, passionately —"I saw nothing—he can't know—I never told him a wordl") "She sees," resumed her counsel, who had admirably maintained his force during the interruption, "no happy rival t buta woman in whose, breast is at that moment being plunged the knife of the assassin; and forgetful of danger to herself, she forces her way throuiih the window to clutch the knife from his hand, but lie stabs at her violently: then, when she has wrested it Irom him, he escapes, and she is left alone with the proof of murder in her band. "As she gazes at the bleeding, unconscious victim, a sudden sense of her own awful danger assails her; she does not pause to summon help, but ludiug the knife in her pocket, she forces h«r- self through the aperture of the window, leaving behind her the scrap ol torn clothing to which so nnch importance has been attached. "Half crazed by the shock that the gardener's unsuspected presence at the foot of the ladder communicates to her; appalled by the hideous knowledge that ..i. n ..n»«inn -i*i li AI* Vit'/an u! • in !1 till.!! 11*. O L KOverned by them—ana it was only natural to suppose that, as time went on! and he found his Doting wife less and less a companion to him, he should become jealous of the brilliant young nian who, in looks, acre, and spirits, was so much more a fitting mate for her tb »0n\hl e night of the murder, it was clear that helmd left the two together, then placed himself where he could be an auditor of all that passed; and, by a most unfortunate mischance, it occurred that they were conversing in a way that to the gardener sounded like 'courting,' and to him may have had a more sinister significance, as he reseated himself at his table, his head resting on his outstretched arms m the attitude in which Lord Lovel had seen him when he looked through the window. "It was to be conjectured that, stung to jealous madness—a second Othello in his jealousy, as she a Desdemona in her innocence, some- one had ascended to Mrs. Eyre's apartment, and struck at her the blow that washer "It would be found entirely consistent with the prisoner's former conduct that, while accidentally present at the c i ee d_ n ay, while she even struggled to avert it—she should be bent on hiding the fact from every living soul, and follow.-. lie was , , uld thoush often , ... themselves about his. On the he thought he would rather be in than out of j.n. it-leastways in winter- there were no fresh bnds about a time when there were no iieau »"»•' nmlthimls to smell at, and make a man for-ret his stomach. ^*x«,fcir' He had been on the tramp now im three weeks, but two days ago, when ftp forty miles' distance from Lovel* heard some gypsies talking al murder that bad been cpmn that place on a certain night, and now a woman bad been arrested oni Bus- picion of it. That made him thtwc or something he had seen on passim? through the village that very night, ami if went agaist bis conscience to let a woman be hanged for what shehadti e done-tramps have got consciences somctimes-there was no tax yet on that commodity, or may be he conldiit afford the luxury. Well, he had tramped all tho way bade, and hoped he a come in time. It seemed a largish sort of company to begot together to try SAVED BY A KITTEN. Only a Poor, lllHV I'UBK}', l)Ut It • JVoisi Suicide. Kept Short Stories: In the atelier of a certain French paper rJiere seems to be a congress of yellow cats, or, rather tho samo cat In portraits innumerable. A pair of him crown, like an armoral bearing, the, doorwiiiy; ho plays with falling | petals of tea roses; hte sleeps while a 'sparrow eyes him askance; he sits, grave as a sphinx; even ai procession of bun Miss with a irrowln' all lot of other lucrative manner. Mr. Hlggius lived neighbor to her and had a pretty good farm hlnw.-lf. One day he went in and sat down on the porch steps and watched her shelling peas. "You've got a nice farm here, Busby," he said at: random. I think so," she responded, touch of pride. Got! fields of truck around V" Yes " "Got ten line cows and cattle 1 .'" "Yes." . ., "Got, some good horses and mules? »Got"« lot of chickens and turkeys ami geese?" "Yes." "Got money in the bank .' "Yes " -Got most everything yon need on a farm, haven't, yon'!" "Yes." "Got no husband, have you .' was so unexpected that Miss almost dropped a basket her cherished jewels, gifts o who once loved her, that by This Busbv of "No " she answered, hesitatingly"A. 'husband is mighty handy on farm sometimes," he ventured. "Have you got one'.' a sliarp little laugh. "No " he replied, "but "Have you yot a wife?" mpted. "Havn you oiu; concerning her. "' No> " • -— Miss Busby," "Well, it! seems to me that «*a ii> ajjii-"!-*-* ... ^----»- i j.junwj •• 1--H * ' forms the fitao of the chimney piece, I glu>Uo(l I)OMS on Mr. liiggms and ho peeps between purple and gol- • den pansies on the Sevres tea service in the comer consi'cra tod to Madame. Eight years ago Maurice Leuoir dwelt In a garret, earning his bread by copying picturos, nourishing his soul with dreams of a great classic canvas of Ms own. Needless to recount, the disillusions, privations, rebuffs or tho nervous reactions of the days when he received a few francs. > The unrelieved pressure of poverty, the unremitting blows of ill luck-tap, tap, tap, like a pavers ma let -became unbearable. The thin blood ot | f . u . mil ,, 011 Hght •semi-starvation mounted to his head, gpt ft mei> rhi' and talk .creating visions of suicide. One evening he bought poison. Re- -enterlng his room something brushed is feet He lightol a candle and to write a few lines, merely to trouble at the inquest. Suddenly 5Ier"e sprang upon the table a little ; glow kitten; it, rubbed caressingAgainst his face. EvidonlV a waif, one ol tho surplus lune-fold llvi-s of nobody s cat. It was thin and famished, its wet rui frayed by the jaws of wane dog "One may bo th'ed of life, said. Maurice, "but ono docs not leave a she asked, with she inter- He quickly asked, said Mr. ( . we do, Mr Ibis evenin' at_ light be too soon, Maria?" Not at all, Hiram nsby- And they sessfully. we ain't! been S'pose we the kitten; then wt..-.-,-- pnl>MSP( i coat, where it caies&ou the hand that held H, i purred itself to sleep In a early candle responded Miss talked it over suc- worn Die Two Ilutton.!. JWD why the two buttons are onth.b-kofinenscoats^o Who knows one seem' 'd to have thought mitil vestigation s! vival of given the matter a Chinaman asked a could not tell. Inthey semi-barbaiic custom wore a ha inn, of one who has ties of affection or responsibilities, •receiving this kitten I have assumed -duty. To plac, ^ "f^^urn wrath upon my heart, ana tueu i • that warmth to ice would be a betiayal. At least I will live until tomorrow. In the morning the little ^t aWjW«J - iQ sold works o eel to a fellow a particular J Ho bought fi uncut, had it and expensive so pretty Mauri* to sell, Its portrait. and another- was his own he had present- He had written on the fly which i most with initials cover, and colleague of the man who once loved her, a y conciliat- in«r his nurse she may enjoy the child's companv. And the little one loved her; he know not the wrongs that his father had committed against her, and for a little while we may suppose this poor tortured heart4iad found peace at last, and that love had cast out the bitterness she had been more than human did she not feel, lint long ere this her betrayer knows her presence, trembles at her power, and offers her golden bribes to leave him unmolested in his Eden; but she lias no power to move; she is chained to the spot by her love for his child; her soul is wrapped up in him, so that she will see him by stealth, creeping out of sight like a thing accused when the wife, in all the panoply of her pride and happiness, passes by, and so remains silent— silent always to the very end! It is not on her soul that she has stolen one moment from the five years of unrivaled happiness that fell to Mrs. Eyre's lot; suspicion never dimmed, anxiety never bowed for a moment that radiant spirit now departed, which lived and died happy, though there dwelt at her very side what could have made her the most wretched of created beings bv the utterance ol! a few words. Even her death was happy in its suddenness; how much more happy than the agoniz- in" 1 death in life of that other, who had cone through every bitter phase of disillusionment and heartbreak before she had reached the crowning misery of her position in the court that day! "J3ut this death of her happy rival, how was it compassed, by whom carried out? Could any one for amoment believe that it was conceived and executed by a woman whose scheme from the first moment, and even in the agonies of a bereavement that might have set at defiance all dictates of policy, had been that of moderation and forbear"Her presence at the Ked Hall on the night of the murder was to be accounted for on purely natural grounds. By the nurse's own confession, these unauthorized visits had been. connived at, even purchased, by the hoarded jewels that one by one the accused had parted witli to secure her favor, and that midnight call was only one out of a hundred others in which no especial motive was likely to lurk. '•He would offer his own explanation of that night's work, based partly on fact and partly on the foregoing events that, in the common order of things, would lead to certain results." (It was here observed that the prisoner who had hitherto regarded him rest- lesslv, and much as a clairvoyant, who speaks but her inmost secrets, heie spmn" up and spread out her hands with a gesture as of repudiation.) "On that night, then, she had left her lodging to take a good-night kiss of her darling in his bed, certain that at this hour Mrs. Eyre would have retired to rest and the master of the house be en- ra»ed below on those studies that had For she knew, as her idol had for she carries in her breast: in a panic utterly unreasoning !e:"-. she rushes away—on and on— the n;adful scene ever before her— all that night and part of the next day; penniless, starving, hounded from every house as a common vagrant, till on tbe second day common sense returned to her. "She thought of her darling, and ol bow lonely ami wretched be must be with none to soothe him in bis loss and only hirelinffs to guard him Irom .mischief; and painfully dragged hersel back to the Red Hall, only to lind tha her idolized little lad lay at. the point o death, waited upon by Lord Lovel. who had fondly loved him. . "'I have loved him best! she cried '<nve him to me!' And at da\ .'eak th child died in her arms, stretching ou his hands to her. and thinking she was his mother. As she sat, stony and numbed, with the dead child across her knees, Mr. Eyre entered with the officers of the law, and bade them seize her for the murder of his wife, "When they dragged her away she made no resistance; it was only her body that they took— her heart remained behind with the older image ot her drowned child; nor even in that desperate moment, when face to face with her accuser, did she upbraid or denounce him, and in jail she would not answer a single question as to what passed on tbe night of the murder; his own instructions, as counsel for her defense, belli" 1 derived from other lips, since she would not open her own to defend herself." that escaped her, bad been at the horrible sensation she experienced on feeling the pressure of some person at the foot of the ladder; and if she had fought wildly, it had not been for fear on her own account, but on that of another person. The evidence of the man Dig- gesastotho precise moment in wlnca be heard tho scream, was confused, and not to be trusted; his potations _in tho kitchen having muddled his wits, so that he was not able to swear it the cry preceded, or followed, his grip on the ladder. ., ., "And now to examine the evidence that had been offered of her wish to steal the child of the deceased; could a more improbable time possiblyhave been selected than that of nigh upon in idnight; and in what way could the mother, retired to rest in the opposite wing, have hindered that plan, or interfered with it? She had unrestricted access to him, could have carried him away at -any hour of the day she willed; and it was inconceivable that she should have chosen this hour of the night to drag from his warm bed, tho little lad that she so passionately loved. "There are motives ot jealousy which instigate men and women to the commission of murder, of hatred and re ILliDOlXSAJ V»«. "•— ', , 1 Jl 4 -„. ... vence,of avarice and plunder, that may spur them to deeds of wickedness; but, _ _ *.„ 4 \, ,v m<!orvfini* wlltVt'. mntllVft Ol (A curious expression, almost amount- in"- to a grimace, was observed to flit across Mr.'Ky re's features at this speech; but Frank looked down, feeling as though he had betrayed bis friend.) "And now I have to ask you it it i:; probable that the accused, it guilty, would have uttered a cry to rouse the whole household, and so bring it to seize her red-handed? Or, having escaped by a hair's breadth, have boldly returned two days later to the very scene of the murder, knowing that her flight had attracted public attention.'' "That flight, the most damning proof of all against her, was simply the eltect of panic—the unreasoning, headlong panic, that will impel even a strong man to run away from the sight of a shocking deed—a panic from which, once recovered, she made her way back to the very spot that she would have shunned, like'the plague, had she been a guilty woman! .. „ "I say that she did not commit the murder; that the whole tenor of her life and character—merciful and humane— forbids the thought; but that her policy throughout has been to shield the real murderer, one who is even here present —a man who, in a moment of mad jealousy against liis friend, slew the woman he loved, and then strove to cast the guilt on the woman who loved him. I say, gentlemen of the jury, that I demand the acquittal of this woman, "» as to the prisoner, what motive of hatred had she to Mrs. Eyre? liy.hei successful rival's death she gained nothing—the ashes upon a stone-cole hearth were not colder than the , heart of the man who had made her his toy, and crushed her underfoot. The child's love was already hers, and should she forfeit that by a deed foreign to every natural trait that she had hitherto shown? The idea was preposterous, when all her antecedents had gone to prove that she regarded with love and aitythe woman who had supplanted her!" "That is true,"—-and a woman's voice rang through the conrt—"l loved her, and she loved me; tbe very day she died, she kissed me." It was from tho prisoner at the bar that those few passionate words came; and the Judge, eying the jury carefully, knew that an effect had been produced on them that it would be difficult to un- Mr. Eyre started violently at Hester's words, then shook his head, and stood a statue of incredulity that tempered the excitement of those who glanced at him; be was in himself so impregnable, that these words floated about him jirougub BIHUI..J »<— t; 0 the c l v ! de ?v:? he had volunteered, he deposed to tn» °Lat V o ll in'tho afternoon preceding tli9 'murder, he had passed through the vil»j lage of Lovel, and between five and six, having begged unsuccessfully at half » dozen doors, he struck out across bynga Lane, for a house he know of, wheifl the servants would give him a crust ol brand mid n fb'inlr ofhnpr (To be continued.) THE TOMB OF MOTHER EVE. A Temple Nunr Stwecn Declared by Arubl to be tlio Spot • The Arabs claim that Eve's tomb la at Jiddah, the seaport of Mecca. Tho temple, with a, palm growing out of tha solid stone roof (a curiosity which la of Itself a wonder of the orient.) is supposed to mark the, last resting place of the Hint woman. According to Arabian tradition, Eve measured over liOO feet in length, which strangely coincides with an account of our lirst parents, Avritteii by n. member of the French »• cadcmy of sciences, a few years ago. who also claimed a. height, ol! over 200 feet for both of the tenants of the Gaiden of Eden. Eve's tomb, which is iu a graveyard surrounded with higli,whlt« walls and which has not Iwen opened for a single interment for over a thousand years, is the shrine of thousands of ftlevotcM. Mimaolitci!, who according to Notes and Quiries, makes a pilgrimage to the spot every seven yearn. It is hemmed in on all sides by tha tombs of departed sheiks and other worthies who have lived out their days in that region of scorching sun and burning sands. Once each, on Juno S—which Is, according to Arabian legends, tlu» anniversary of tiie Abel—the doors of tho temple, which form a .canopy over this supposed tomb of our lirst mother, remain open all night, In spite of the keepers' efforts to closu* them. Terrible cries of anguish are said, to emit from them, as though the. memory of th» first known tragedy still haunted tho remains which blind superstition believes to be deposited there. on the ground that the charge against her is not proved; and in her place, and in tbe interests of justice, to place at the bar tbe real murderer, who had a motive for the crime that the prisoner had not." ' light as wind. But when Nature speaks, man stops to hearken; and her simplest words are truth, while his utmost arguments are sophistries. . , TT "Gentlenifin of the jury," cried Hester's counsel, seizing his golden opportunity; "I leave this sorely tried, helpless woman in your bands, certain that von will show justice, and, if you have human hearts in your breasts, mercy toward one who has been most inhumanly treated. To you it is given to quench forever the light of this noble soul, or to permit her a little space of existence upon earth, in which to repent the thoughtless sin of her youth. As fathers, brothers, husbands, your every chivalrous instinct must be roused on behalf of this woman, who has been pursued by so immoderate a hatred on the part of the man to whom she has sacrificed herself BO splendidly; and if her reticence trom one look or word that could criminate him does not stir you to that admiration and sympathy that a noble deed, (irmly persisted in, must evoke trom every h»art, then you are not fitted to judge of the rapidly moving drama or passions that this extraordinary case has revealed. "Gentlemen,—mine has been a hazardous and awful task, but one far more awful lies before you, for upon its issue hangs that which may either haunt you to the remainder of your life, thrusting itself between you and the faces of your fellow men, and condemning you before tbe judgment seat of God, in that you have lightly destroyed a human soul: Ail Att-:><!llv« I'«\v«r. Professor Smllho was ouco lecturing in a provincial town, on natural philosophy, and in tbe course of his experiments he introduced a most powerful magnet, with, which. IKS attracted a block of sto'.'l from a distance of two feet. "Can any of you conceive a greater attractive power'.'" demanded the Jw-.rur- er, with an air of triumph. "Yes, sir; -I can," answered a. voice from, the audionca "Not a natural terrestrial object?" "Yes, indeed, sir." Tho lecturer, somewhat nettled, challenged tlm man who had spoken to name the article. Then up rose old Timothy Tinkle. Sold ho: "I will give you the facts, professor, and you can judge for yourself. When 1 was a young man thero was a little piece o' natural magnet, done up in calico and dimity, as was called Betsy • Mariar. Shei could draw me fourteen miles every Sunday, over plowed land, just as natural as you'd sit down to your breakfast. There wasn't no resistin' her. That ere magnet o' youru Is piv.tty good, but it isn't nnytn- ing to Betsy Murior."—Selected. ro, an - fas , M. ^noil's pussies became the lash low. He defewd Ws Areaw of cWW0 , ( OJ1 ^ fly leaf. ^ "A Ueep this lor the sake 01 u « d . ga^ea ueiow on b«ui lately absorbed him no other did, that -,.. months past been growing more and more delicate; that which the mother's eve had failed to perceive, the poor outcast saw quickly enough; and so she was stealing, in darkness and secrecy, to know him safe; when, unfortunately, Lord Lovel, just then leaving thehoase, caught sight of her vanishing figure, and! impelled by some lusttnot of fear, " " ed. discovered pothing; toy, that sens? of shame j$ her own posltioij (The Judge frowned; the jury, unused to romance fading, gaped; the- opposing counsel smiled; through the court a rustle, as of alight wind among autumn leaves, ran, and none looked at the prisoner, who was etruggling for breath, and gazing at her advocate as if she could baye slain him, but at Mr. Evre, who was calm with the strengtn in which there is no effort, the wild insinuation seeming to recoil on the speaker, like a wave dashed backward from, a granite cliff. The next moment Hester's champion had regained his courage, and pressed onward before there was time to receive the reprimand he expected.) "It had been said that there was a motive for the crime, and this motive bad been declared to be jealousy; and this was true enough. The murder had been committed through that ignoble passion, but not by the prisoner. "It would be necessary to remind the jury of those facts that had long been public talk—the ruptured engagement of the deceased lady with Lord Lovel, her intimacy with him on his return, her well-known elopement with him from the White House, and Mr. Eyre's pursuit of the runaway couple, overtaking them before they had gone any further than Lovel. lie bad, at the time, affected to treat the matter as a joke, and had bid Lord Lovel to his house as usual; but it was observed by many that a great change was perceptible in him from that time, and he even neglected those magisterial duties that he had formerly fulled JQ S*Wy, to all appea.ra,nce disliking e<juals7*Mr, '"— *"" " or •IVe llgllLiy uesi/iuyeu a, uuiuau oum, r your conviction of the_ innocence of the woman before you, will find tongue in a verdict that, in your dying hours, will return to you as a memory that shall smooth the path your Maker!" which leads you to CHAPTER V. O Heaven I It is mysterious, It is awful to consider, that wo not only carry euoli a future ghost within him, but uro in very deed, ghosts! Darkness had crept over the court before Mr. Valentine nad ceased to speak, the scarlet canopy above the Judge's head had turned black, and even the ladies' bonnets were swallowed up in the gloom. The officials had neglected to bring lights, and it was impossible to perceive what effect this speech, that traversed all rules of legal etiquette, bad produced on prisoner, Judge, and bv "^fSaly, almost in the moment of his v. '""-e ceasing, and before even a bum or 'exclamation could arise from the body of the court, a hubbub without, spoke of some new excitement in connection with the trial;anda moment later, preceded by an usher who bore lights, a. man—ragged, unshorn, uud reckless-looking—entered the court. He did not wait to be addressed, but boldly said that he had come to give important evidence about the murder, and the sooner he was sworn the bet- ij6f IIis appearance was tUe finishing stroke to the day's surprises, aj4 even the ju,dge, who had been *n a state of, " Mow We Kill I AHlenp. Scientific investigators assort that hi beginning to sleep the senses do not unitedly fall into slumber, but drop off one after another. The sight ceases iu consequence of the protection of the eyelids to receive Impressions first,while all oilier senses preserve their sensibility onlh". The sense of taste is the next, which loses its susceptibility to iin- pression. and tho sense of smelling. The hearing is next. In order, and lust of all comes the sense of touch. -Furthermore, the senses are brought to sleep with differ-.'lit degrees of profoundness. The sense of touch sleeps .the most lightly and is the most, 'easily awakened; the next is the sight, and the taste and smell awake last. Another remarkable, circumstance deserves notice; oertuin muscles and parts of the-body begin to 'sloop .before others. 'Sleep commences at ili'j extremities, beginning with the feet and legs and creeping toward the contHr .of nervous action, explains the American Analyst. The necessity of keeping the feet warm it*i perfectly still as a preliminary of sleep is well 'known. From these explanations it will not appear surprising that, there should be an imperfect kind pf m iital action which produces the phe- nomeua of dreaming. It niuy be suid, without much, fear of successful contradiction, that there is uot ft husband, young or old, who would not ratter have his wife b,ear lectures on cookery than start in as ft lecturer iu u household wunw of ,i»P own,

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