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t5JLt?_PJ*M-^ WEDNESDAY* MAY 10,1893, m tit; ... BY HUGH COHWAf, 4fethoro/ "Called Bacfc CHAPTER XIII. GASTRONOMIC AND EROTIC. The long vacation was running down to thelees. August had passed Into. September and September had stolen softly away* The scarlet geraniums, calceolarias, and other bedding-out plants which had all the summer brightened the gardens of Hazlewood House, •were beginning to show signs of senile decay; The under-gardener found it no light work to keep the paths free from fallen leaves. 'Yet Frank Carruthers still lingered at Oakbury enjoying his cousins' hospitality. Having assumed tho post of mental physician to Miss Cliiuson, lie was no doubt re* luctant to resign it until he had effected a radical cure. Besides, the days slipped by happily enough. There were drives through the green elm-shaded Westshire lanes which lead to hills from the summits of which fine views of the country and the distant sea are obtainable. As Horace drove, and as Herbert invariably occupied the box-seat, Prank and Beatrice had the body of the large wag- onette to themselves, an arrangement which one of the two found far from unpleasant. There were tho delicious rides together. Young Purton left the place in disgust and joined an eleven of old Cragtonians who were wandering about England playing matches—a far better and more healthy occupation for a boy than hopeless love-making. The bay horse turned out such a beauty that Frank broke his word to Mr. Barker and did not re-sell it. Then there was company. Pleasant people who visited Hazlewood House, and pleasant people whom Hazlcwood House visited. Frank was such a success with these that Horace and Herbert were quite proud of their cousin. And there were walks with Miss Clauson; and above all those delightful dreamy hours when they sat under tho sycamore, and in that cool shade talked of everything In the world, the heavens above, or tho waters under it. Or it may bo Miss Clauson waa silent, and Frank, watching every line of her beautiful face, knew that the disease which he hiniself'had taken was becoming chronic and Incurable. Altogether, it will be understood that if Mr. Carrutliers failed in curing Miss Clauson's complaint it would be from no want of opportunity, or from being debarred making an exhaustive study of the patient. In plain English, Frank had fallen In love with Beatrice, in that good old-fashioned way, almost at first sight. He had gone down before her gray eyes as surely as had the susceptible Sylvauus. Would he fare any better? About this date he often asked himself the above question; for he had by now made the curate's acquaintance, and learned that he was a rejected man. He did not learn it from Beatrice, who, like every true woman, wished to hide, and, If possible, forget the story of a man's discomfiture. He did not learn it from Horace or Herbert. Although they were as fond of gossip as men always are, wild horses would not have rent such a confidence from their kindly hearts. Sylvanus himself was Frank's Informant. The energetic, bustling curate had returned to Oakbury. During his absence the Talberta had requested Beatrice to decide as to the terms of intimacy which should for the future exist between Hazlewood House and Mi. Mordle. Beatrice quietly told her uncles that it was her particular wish that the Reverend Sylvanus should be received on exactly the same footing as heretofore. This decision gave the Talberts great satisfaction. They were unable to see how parochial affairs could go on unless they worked hand in hand with the curate. So when Sylvanus returned he was informed that he might tricycle himself up to Hazlewood House as often as ho chose. Which, as ho was resolved to case-harden his heart by accustoming himself to seeing Miss Clauson in the light of nothing more than a friend, was very often. So Mr. Carrutliers and the curate met frequently. They recognized each other's good points and were soon on terms of friendship such as fiction, at least, seldom allows to exist between rivals. Rivals is perhaps the wrong word, for if any stray fragment of hope clung to Mr. Mordle's portmanteau and so returned with him to England it was swept away forever and ever as soon as the owner saw Frank and Beatrice together. Ho recognized destiny, aud bowed to it as a well- bred man should. It wag no doubt the desire to prove incontestably to himself that he was cured, that made him in a moment of brisk confidence tell Frank how ho had fared. Tho manner hi which the communication was made showed Frank that his own secret was no secret from Mordlo. If ho did not meet confidence by condolence he made no attempt at deception. Ho looked at Mordlo with a curious smile. "You scarcely expect me to say I am sorry?" he asked. "No. AVant no sympathy. Only want you to bo sure that when the time comes to congratulate you I can do so with all my heart." "AllI" said Frank, smiling. "Noble—very noble. When the time comes," ho added, softly. Thereupon he fell into a train of thought—a train which ran upon a single line and always took him to 0110 particular elation. ^ This, then, is how matters stood at the beginning of October. Mr. Carruthers, having completed his diagnosis, not perhaps to his entire satisfaction, felt that the moment was drawing near when ho must make the supreme effort to oxpcl forever that morbid- ness which ho believed to have intrenched itself in Miss Clausen's system. Still he was bound to confess what many other practitioners ought to confess, that he was working hi tho dark. He was about to try a kill or cure remedy, tho desperate nature of which would, strangely enough, act not upon the patient, but upon him who administered it. No wonder, with so little to guide him, he hesitated and postponed. At this juncture the Talberts gave a dinner-party—a man's dinner-party. The following were tho blessed recipients of invitations; Lord Kelston, who was staying for a few days at his place, Sir John Williams, of Almondsthorpe, Colonel White, the officer commanding the regiment at tho neighboring barracks, Mr. Fallon, the polished royal academician who was sojourning at the village inn, and making outdoor sketches of autumnal foliage, and Mr. Fletcher of the Hollows, the largest laud-owner, save Lord Kelston, in tho county. These, with Frank and the hosts, made a party of eight—the number which, according to an axiom of the Talberts, should never be exceeded. From the above names and descriptions It will bo rightly guessed that the party was distinguished, well-selected, and well-bal- Selection aud balance were matters rupou which the brothers prided themselves as much if itot more than they did upon the refinement ov the dinner itself. In this particular party,\8HVttll as It was, culture, Jeanj- tng, &rt, arms, ianaea, interest ana tftry sway were properly personified. It was, indeed, a representative gathering after the Talberts' own hearts. Biit two days before it took place an evenl happened which threatened It 111. Lord Kelston wrote Horace one of those pleasant familiar letters which, coming from a lord, are always delightful. He said he should take the liberty of bringing his friend Mr. Simmons with him. As this would raise the number to nine, it necessitated asking another man in order to equalize the sides oJ the table. Then came consultation high and earnest. Whom could they ask upon so short a notice worthy of forming one of such a distinguished party? Each of the Talberts would have felt insulted had he been asked by a friend to stop a gap, so following the golden rule they shrunk from the task before them. Still, they could not have four on one side ol the table nnd three on the other. Frank listened to their solemn deliberations for some time, then tried to help them out of the difficulty. "Leave me out," he said. "Beatrice and I"—he spoke of her sometimes now ns Beatrice—"will dine together in the ntirsery or the housekeeper's room. Wliittaker can bring the dishes straight from your table. It will be delightful." "My dear Frank I" This joint exclamation showed the utter futility of his suggestion. "Why not ask the rector? I thought It was the duty of a country clergvmau to meet emergencies like this.'' "He talks about nothing but his fishing," said Horace, mournfully. "Fishing for what? For men?" ''No; salmon and trout," answered Horace, as usual taking the matter prosaically. "Why not Mordle? He Is capital company." "Ha-hum," said Horace, gazing at Herbert. "This is scarcely a curate's party." "No. scarcely," said Herbert, shaking his head. At last they decided to ask a Mr. Turner, but the decision was arrived at with misgivings ; for Mr. Turner was in trade. Ho was, however, a merchant prince—even H mer- ohant-enipcror—and, as Horace expressed it, was a member of tho aristocracy of wealth. They felt that Mr. Turner might be asked at short notice, and would not be offended when he heard it was to meet Lord Kelston. This is one of the many advantages of entertaining lords. Nevertheless, they were conscience-stricken at having asked any one to stop a gap, so made amends by arranging their guests so that Mr. Turner should sit on Herbert's left hand; Horace's supporters being Lord Kelston and his friend Mr. Simmons. The latter was a man of middle age, with dark eyes nnd exquisitely chiseled aquiline features, •and wearing an air of refinement which at once commended him to Horace. The dinner began propitiously, and progressed faultlessly. The table, over the decoration of which the brothers had spent much time and more thought, was a perfect picture. When their guests were only men, the Talberts were extra particular. The hick of the refining element, the picsenceof woman, had to be compensated by an ultra fastidiousness of detail. Even Frank, who had been behind the scenes, marveled at the effect of his hosts' hospitable and artistic exertions. But, all the same he pitied them as we should all pity a host who is certain to be rendered wretched by a tureen of burnt soup or a hot' tie of corked wine. Horace tallied gravely and pleasantly to tho right and to the left. Herbert was compelled to attend almost entirely to Mr. Tunv er, who had a booming voice, which he insisted upon making heard. Frank, who was next to the artist, found tho dinner not so dull as ho had feared it would be. In the course of conversation Horace learnt that Lord Kclston's friend wasMr.Simmons, the noted barrister, who had so suddenly sprung into eminence. Mr. Simmons was a Jew of gentle birth and education, and Horace was very fond of highciass Jews. So the two men got on admirably. Frank also knew who Mr. Simmons was. Herbert did not. All went on as well as tho Talberts could have wished until the claret was placed on the table. Then an awful thing occurred—a contretemps, which to this day Is a sore subject with Horace and Herbert. It all arose from inviting the stop-gap. Listen. Mr. Turner, as leaders of commerce are very properly in the habit of doing, began talking about England's commercial condition, lie spoke in his biggest voice. As he was treating upon a subject on which he was an authority, lie felt lie had a right to use It. Herbert listened with his gentle, polite smile, but felt sorry Mr. Turner had been invited. "What is ruining England?" boomed out Mr. Turner. "I'll tell you, my dear sir. The Jews are ruining England." As Mr. Turner must know best, Herbert simply bowed in acquiescence, Horace in the meantime was saying to Mr. Simmons, "It is an indisputable fact that the Jews are the most loyal, patriotic race under the sun. Their cleverness no one denies. In tho finer, the emotional arts, such as music and poetry, it is generally admitted that a man must have a strain of Jewish blood in him to rise to eminence." Hero Mr. Simmons bowed and smiled. "Read one of the trade gazettes," continued Turner, fiercely. "I should not bo able to understand It," nrged Herbert. "Read the list of bills of sale," shouted Turner. "See the Levis, the Abrahams, the Moseses, who are battening on borrowers. Tho Jews are the curse of the country. They are sucking out its blood and marrow." And Horace, who, although he shuddered at Mr. Turner's strident tones, avoided listening to his words, saying to his neighbor— "In tho law and in statesmanship we have living proofs. And as to that branch of which I understand nothing, commerce, we have but to mark the decay of Spain after the persecution and expulsion of your gifted nation." But Mr. Simmons did not hear this compliment He was listening to loud-voiced Turner. "Look at Austria! Ruined, sir, ruined by them I All the land in their hands. I wish the time would come again when the Austrian students at Pesth " "Pesth is in Hungary," said Herbert, softly. "Hungarian students,' then, Tho time should bo again when they used to go of a morning and rake over the ashes of burnt Jews to find the golden pieces they had swallowed." Everybody heard this coarse and brutal wish. Mr. Simmons' face flushed. He half rose from his chair, and glanced at Horace. That glance was enough to mako him resume his seat. The look of horror, absolute horror at a guest having been insulted at his table, which Horace's face wore, was more than wonderful—it was sublime. Never had such a thing occurred before. Such another shock would be all but a death-blow. His knees trembled; his face grew white to the very lips. He mot Simmons' glance with an entreating, appealing, apologetic look that spoke volumes of abasement aud mortification. Mr. Simmons, with the quickness of his race, read what was passing in Horace's mind. His anger merged into pity for his courteous, kindly host. He reseated himself, aud said with a pleasant smile, "How curious thlnga sound tn men of tlip wnrld Ilka us!" Then he said something in praise 01 the Lafitte. Horace gave ft sigh of relief, and to his dying day will love that gentl( Jew. But Herbert had seen his brother's face, and knew that a catastrophe had happened He guessed that Mr. Turner's Jew-baiting proclivities had brought it about. So he adroitly turned the conversation, and by an admirable exercise of self-abnegation se Turner booming away about the Iniquities o: the mayor, aldermen, and town council o: Blacktown. It was an heroic, act, and no one but Herbert knew what It cost him. Taking it altogether, the Talberts do no Count that dinner among their social successes. Frank Carrutliers had by now grown rath er tired of Fallon on the principles of true art. He, seated midway between the hosts had fully appreciated the 'Slmmons-Turnei episode, and was longing to give vent to tin laughter which politeness compelled him to stifle. Moreover, he was thinking a grea deal about Miss Clauson, and how lonely sh must bd feeling. A young man always flatters himself that the young woman he loves is lonely without him. Frank knew that when the party adjourn ed to tho drawing-room he should see Bea trice. Her uncles wished her to be there and It was not the rule of Hazlewood House for the men guests to go straight from tin table to the smoking-room. So whilst Hor ace and Herbert were seeing that the curl ously-shaped Venetian flasks were going round with hospitable, but not with coarsely convivial speed, Mr. Carrutliers was sum moniugup courage to desert his post ant cheer Miss Clausen's loneliness. The though of that loneliness grew so painful that, talc Ing advantage of Horace's being engaged h deep conversation with Lord Kclstoii, ho rose, slipped from the room, and passing across the hall, opened the drawing-room door. The drawing-room door, like every other door in Hazlewood House, did its duty with out noise. There are some people's door which always scrape and bang, just as there are some people's shoes which always croak The Talbcrts' shoes never croaked. The Talberts' doors never uttered a sound. So Frank stood on the thick soft carpet anc looked at Miss Clauson,- who had no idea that her solitary exile was ended. She was seated on the music-bench. Her hands were on the keys of the piano, bu! making no music. She was gazing will: grave eyes far, far away—looking right through the center of the satin-wood Sliera ton cabinet which, full of choice porcelain stood against the opposite wall. Hei thoughts, sad or sweet, were in dreamland. And Mr. Carruthers stood watching her Ho knew he was doing wrong—knew he ought to make her aware of his presence— but the picture was to him so divinely beautiful that he could not help himself. The girl was perfectly dressed; if fault could be found with her attire it was that It was a trifle too old for her age. Her arms and neck gleamed white and fair from the black satin of the dress, which fitted as a dress can only fit a form like hers. Tho ricl brown hair was cunningly and becomingly colled, and without jewel or even flower to detract from its own native glory. No wonder that Carruthers was content to watch her m admiring silence I And as he watched he saw, or fancied he saw, tears rising to those gray eyes. This was more than human nature could bear. Mr. Carrutliers to this day assures himself that ho entered that drawing-room with no Intention of precipitating matters. We inuj believe him because, as it was probable that In a few minutes nine respectable middle- aged gentleman would troop in, the occasion was not a propitious one. So it is clear that he acted on the Impulse of the moment. He never knew how ho dared to do it, but before she looked round he was at her sid his arm was round her—a music-bench offer*, dangerous facilities, it has no back—and was telling her with passionate eloquence that IK loved her—ho loved her! There was none ol poor Mr. Mordle's hopelessness about thl.- ardent young Carnithers. But how did Beatrice take it? With a lov, cry as of fear, perhaps aversion, she sprung to her feet aud stood for a moment looking at him with a face as palo as death. Thw without a word she turned and went swiftlj toward the door. Frank with a face as pal< as her own followed and intercepted her. lit; grasped her hand. "Beatrice, have you nothing to say to me? Nothing?" She breathed quickly. Sho seemed to set her teeth. She answered not a word. "Beatrice, have you nothing to tell me? Cannot you tell me you love me? Answi-i me." There was no trace of raillery or lightno In Mr. Carrutliers' manner. It "'as that of a man playing for a life or death slake. "Answer me. Say you lovo mo," he repeated. "I cannot," said Beatrice hoarsely. "Let mo go." Without a word ho dropped her hand. He even held the door open and closed it when she had passed. Then with a stem look on his face he stood in tho middle of tho room, gazing at the blank door and wondering if ho was dreaming—if ho had really, since he entered that room, played his great stake and lost it. Could Frank Carruthers have followed Beatrice to her room, he would have seen her throw herself on her bed and burst into a paroxysm of grief. Ho would have scon the somber Mrs. Miller come to her, embrace her, soothe her, and entreat her. He would have seen a look of stern resolution settle on the servant's strongly-marked features, a look which contrasted strangely with the affectionate solicitude which she displayed toward her mistress in her trouble. But Carruthers could not see these things, and had he seen them would have been no wiser for the sight. CHAPTER XIV. "HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL." After Beatrice had left tho drawing-room Frank stood motionless for a couple of minutes. He could not at once realize his position. In a dim indistinct way he saw what a mighty change his failure must make in his life, but he absolutely shrank from calling up a finished picture of what lie fancied his future life must bo, uncolored by the love which he had by now learned to look upon as indispensable to making the picture a pleasing one. He could not understand it. He could not believe it. Frank Carruthers, although perfectly able to value himself fairly, was no coxcomb, ready to fancy every little act of kindness or polite attention on the part of a woman an evidence of a consuming passion for himself. Although for weeks he had been making veiled lovo to Beatrice, there was no one action of hers to which he could point and say "that gave mo hope and led me on." Ho had not felt her hand linger in his own. He had not seen a sudden blush dye her cheek as ho drew near. He had not caught those earnest gray eyes fixed upon him with a meaning which lovers readily guess. It was perhaps the very absence of anything approaching coquetry and encouragement which to Frank had made tho girl so well worth the winning. Nevertheless, there was something—-In could not, c\ared not particularlzo-TSonv thing In her niauw, more especially d the last few aays t which had, \vey, fe? Hie least, oecn 01 great comrort ro nun. 11- fancied, It may have becii but fancy, HUM- was a change in the way in which slit; spuU- to him—perhaps in the way in whiHi -i» looked at him. Yes, there must have IH-I-I. something, for, although he did not pui tin- thought into words, Carruthers knew, that had Beatrice been the same to him as In tin early dajs of their acquaintance, no love- <>t his, however dominant, could have form! him to put the question he had just put '.viil, such a sorry, and, it may be, unforeseen re pult. The man's half cynical exterior hid'a proud and sensitive nature. Had hope bi-on entirely absent he would not have bared hif heart to the woman he loved best in tht world. Even In the hrst bitterness of defeat he did not blame her. That all was ended and ovc.i he never doubted. His feelings were those of bewilderment. He could not understand It; could see no reason for this summary mid without-appeal rejection of his love. "I must go and think it all over," he mm- tered. "I can't think here, in this room where the perfume other dress still lit) gers." He stooped and picked up a flower whirl, must have fallen from her dress. Ho tool; a glove which was lying on the piano. "What a Icvclcr love is," lie said grimly; "one laughs at the Idiotic proceedings of others, and when one's own time comes doe> just the same. Aglovel A flower 1 Conventional emblems, lacking even originality. What a fool I am I" Nevertheless ho kept them both, and no doubt derived as much comfort from them as the possession of such things is supposed to give. After this lie took his hat, and, forgetting all about the dinner-party, went out into the garden to think. In spile of his assumed calm, ho must have been strongly moved, for he commenced his operation of thinking by digging his heel into the immaculate grave) path so viciously that the large roller was needed for half an hour the next morning In order to smooth ni'attcrs down. Then, ashamed of this burst of passion, he walked down to Die bottom of the garden, and, regardless of October dews and chilly air, threw himself on a Beat and strove to account for what had happened, and to determine its result so far as Ills, own future was concerned. But think as ho would, and we may presume his brain was a clever and able one, Mr. Carruthers could only got to three conclusions, unsatisfactory, when taken singly, and, of course, trebly so in the aggregate. Firstly, ho was more in lovo with Beatrice than ever. Secondly, he could not understand why sho had refused him. Thirdly, having once asked a woman to bo his wife nothing would induce him to repeat 1 hu question.. SONGBOOKS FOK SOLDIKU.S. How the Gorman Government Combines Instruction with lU'ligion and Patriotism. Tlho Gorman troops arc provided with song-books containing pa riot ic songs and hymns for Sunday use. The Hrst paragraph of this little book contains this address: "This book is book is given you, th!o men who form the national army, so 1 that your fi-.itli may be strengthened by studying Hiie songs :md prayers which it contains, both privately and in public; so that in times of health or of sickness, in peace or in war, you may become tilled with thte spirit of humility nnd self-control, with self- denial and fidelity, with patience, with hope and with regard for your fellow- mon. It is hoped to provide you with :i spiritual equipement. Biuld it to you tighter and tighter still. Tt will give you strength in battle and honor in victory." Some critic has discovered that this song book weighs 100 gram- mes, and he maintains that it would be a wise economy for tflie government to dispense with the song books and put 100 grammes more food hi the navel-sock of the German soldier. A German chaplain, however, lias shown that in the army that overcame Napoleon in the campaign of 1813-15 the troops who hatl not taken their song books felt such a need of their famollar hymns that during the armistice of 1813 General von Bulow was constrained to have a song book compiled by two of his chaplains for the use of his troops, which was greedily taken up by other corps, among the rest by that commanded by Blucher, and that the song book has ever since been an important part of a soldier's equipment. The Saturday Review cites an onlooker in the war of 1870 Avho was detained, at TJlm while the German troops went to tho front as saying: "A distant murmur caught my ear, swelling and subsiding in solemn and plaintive strains upon the breeze. It grow fuller and louder by degrees, until I could recognize the notes of one of Luther's mighty chants, and the sonorous chorus struck me as most impressive audi moved me strongly. At length I saw a regiment approaching, tovery man singing as he strode along. It was on Its way to the citadel of the town." Those Avho 'contrast "Ehi Feste Burg," "Die Wacht am lUiein," "Nun Dnii- ket All Gott," and "Dor Gut Kaine- rad," witjh. the snatches from tho cafes chautautes so popular with the army of Napoloen III. have explained one secret of the German morale. It is to be feared that 100 grammes nore of -bread in the haversack would not wholly make up the loss of the little German song book. Tattooing New Zealauders. S T CAV York Ledger.—A Now Zealand boy of 15 has his face nearly covered with tattooing. Tho NCAV Zealandors tattoo the face and hands, but rarely ouch the body. The work of tattooing s done with a sharply pointed instru- noiit, which is dipped llret in colored lultl. The point of the instrument is >laced on tho face and driven into the skin by a sharp WOAV from a piece of vood. This Is repeated again aud igain until the tattooing Is done. The n-ocess makes the skin very sore;, and inly a little can bo done at a time. The NCAV Zealauders tattoo in rings. And the girls are even more gorgeously decorated tlum tho boys. Tattooing s nearly always done before incl girls have complete4 •.o that the firmly ftxejj QUAKKUISM OX T1IK WANK. Tho Sect Now Forms but a Small Fragment of riiiliulclphia's Total. It: will surprise many to be informed that, the (maker element In Philadelphia forms an exceedingly small part of the community. Tho friends prefer tho Derby and silk tile with the cutaway coat, to tho dross which this sect so many years affected. It is only when the yearly mooting period arrives l.hnt there comes flocking from tho sun-winding countios friends In somber smb, aud they are as much of a, curiosity as are any other distinctive class of people. Tliorefore, the title tlu- "guakw City" as applied to Philadelphia is, noenrding to the Now York Advertiser, praclit-ally a misnomer. When Kllas 1 licks, through his leaching, caused a. split, of the society of friends in 1S1>7 over tho question of the divinity of Christ it. marked tho beginning of tho decrease in the nuiuhor of friends, which has boon steadily go- Ing ou over since. The great, (iiiakor preacher wrought; a revolution In this city, and tho friends, estimated at that time to be 1.52,000, wore equally divided bet woou tlho two elements, tho orthodox and lllcksitoH. In 18SO tho orthodox and liiekxlto branches did not have in the aggregate, over 5,000 members in Philadelphia. At; that time there wore 1,:!70 orthodox and about Ji.OOOllk'k- Although tho llicksito end of the society is more numerous than its rival, tho latter is much more Aveallly. The orthodox friends own a, vast amount of property, and point to tho Wistor brothers, who arc thought to bo /worth anywhere from $:.5,000,000 to .$",600,000, as some- of t.holr many money kings. While it is true that; tho followers of Ellas Hicks have loss of this world's goods than their orthodox rivals, they nevertheless have a, largo number of rich men. In spite of its accumulated wealth the orthodox element is generally admitted to adhere to tho forms and peculiarities of tho society of friends more strictly than the I-Iicks- ites. The reason assigned for this is that tho latter branch is really undc- iiominaitional, although it follows, the general principles laid down by the society aavl consequently has come more into contact with the world. The idea of the Hicksite branch is to allow its members groat freedom of views and a right to consider all religious doctrines according to their personal choice. It will be a matter of only a fq\v years before all the peculiarities of the society will disappear and they will be lost in tho multitude of oilier church people. The influence of the remnant of Quakerism is felt in tho disposition of its followers to retard tho march of improvement aud the desire to continue the exclusiveness chn.racloristiio of the dead generations. Their meeting-houses, located In the most populous parts of the city, are surrounded by walls eight: foer., giving a prison aspect to the neighborhood. FUN, PUKE AND ST.MPIE. crash—when tho floors arc not hard \voinl—Is divided among all the members, ami i-onsoqm-ntly amounts to very' for' oadi. A groat, many remarks have been, made about Our Club. Tho brothers in goiu-ral at. lirst thought, it the silliest they had over hoard of, and just like a lot: of girls, until after the first dance, when they quite i-hangcd their views, and pronounced it "stunning." Mothers, aunts and friends drew a deep sijrh of relief, declaring it was " so refreshing to kuofw of a dub for fun simply, and not for improvement." PARADISIC OF THK RAZOK-BAOK HOG. Down on Fishing Hay, Maryland, Whore They ].,ivo on Surplus Muskrats, "If you would see the razor-back hog in his paradise," said a. Marylaudor to a Now York Sun man, "go down among tho musk-rat ting villages along Patuxent, river and the border of Fishlug bay. Tho imiskra tiers are a tattered and unkempt i-aco of beings, and they slaughter not; less than 100,000 muskrats every winter and spring, trade In the skins of these animals being their only visible means of support. They live lu rude cabins ou the marshes, nnd tho extraordinary number of then: children is equaled almost by tho uum- bor of raKor-back hogs of a particularly sharp and promiuoiit-splned species. This nondescript member of the por- cino family has an important duty to perform in those unique settlements, and lie does It: untiringly and with undisguised pleasure. This duty Is the making away AVith tho hundreds of surplus nmskrat carcasses that accumulate about the huts of the trappers and hunters, for although tho flesh of the muskrat; Is an important article of food with tho niuskrattors and their families, they necessarily gather a groat deal more than they can consume themselves, and so tho razor-back comes to them and uses up the surplus. As to the matter of tills not overparticular class of people making food of the muskrat, though, they are only making a common diet of Avhat many high-up folks with a cultivated palate, down lu that land of terrapin and canvasback duck, consider a great delicacy. "These razor-back hogs grtuit and; snort and squeal around those musk- ratting huts by the score, and seein to be nobody's property any more tlian the buzzards are. A remarkable thing about, them is that, although they devour untold pounds of fat and juicy muskra.t meat every day, they never show the richness and generosity of their keeping by adding a single pound of ilesh to their attenuated bodies. said an old darky musk- ratter to me once, 'yo' can't fat one o v dem raz'back no nio"u yo' kin a eel rack, sah!' "They have another kind of live stock doAAii there that seems to be indigenous and peculiar to that queer region. This is an animal called the marsh cow. It is dwarfish, tangle- Tha-t Is tho Object; of a. Novel Sort of hnjml nnd scrilwllv . It lms loag fjinlci* 1 11 n I \ . _ . ._*_-. GJrls' Clul). crooked horns, wrinkled like a merino I ram's. During the summer these cat- Avero tired of hearing of tlo fnul ffoO(l ]ias , ;m . age on ^ lo|w -. lands, but they are so Avild that when Wo girls clubs which had boon formed for mutual Improvement or for the improvo- they are wanted by the trappers they " ,, . „ ' . LIU..* U.LV \1 U.U.IV.M UV LIU,' L Li I1 1 JJUiTJ U1UJV mmt of o her people, and determined Somctimos> lllte lu tUc fnll) the y leave that our club should be for fan, pure Ouj lowlnnils ;uul take to the wooded and simple, says a writer in Harper's ul1 i an(Ls , a . U(l ^n not appear Bazar. Tliere AA r ero sixteen of us, all more or unless very cold weather drives them, back to the villages for such shelter less busy with music, Trench, German • as the muskratters see fit to give them." THE STHOLLING 'PLAYER'S DEFENSE. or art,, and any number of social engagements, for all are society girls. Wo meet every other week, on a certain afternoon, from 2 until 5 o'clock, at the houses of the members in rotation. A strolling player was once caught The "fun" consists of games of all: performing the part of a poacher, says sorts, progressive and otherwise, ac-1 tllo ^nilou, and the implacable game- cortling to the Inclination of the girl i ceei , OL . took him before thte inagiS- at whose house the meeting takes trates. One of the country landlords place. There Is no organization to j s i ttlll g ou Ulo bendll a i cutl ' him what speak of, and there are no dues. Each , ri j, llt hu had to ldll „, Uure) wllen ^ hostess furnishes the refreshments iU . lol . replied in the following parody which are limited to ices, cake, choco- ou ju-utus' speech to the Koinuns hi late, and lemonade. Of course there are prizes, llrst and second—inexpensive things, such as defense of his killing Caesar: "Britons, hungry men and eiplcures! Hear me for cause— aud be silent' that silver letter-openers, steel and silver i you may hear; believe me for my hon- plns for the hair, china bonbon dishes, or— aud hare respect for your honor hair-pin trays, etc., the hostess pro | that you may believe; censure me in vldlng them. There are generally four your wisdom— and awake senses, that tables, sometimes throe, and often two ] you may be the better judges. If tihere only, as of late, since la grippe has ' be any hi this assembly, any dear fastened some of our members. friend of the hare, to him I say that a We liavo, tally-cardp, Hvith oil-hoi 1 j poacher's love for hare was not less gold stars or a puncher, such as is used f than his. If, then, that friend demands on trains by the conductors. We llml why a poacher rose against a hare, this the punchers much more convenient, is my answer. Not that I loved hare as the stars are apt not to stick. The U'ss, but that I loved eating more. punchers can bo had m almost any do- Had you rather tfliis hare were. living sign, some having a star, others are than I had died quite starving— or that initial. tl lis have were dead that I might live, a jolly fellow? As tine hare was pretty I weep for him; as ho was plump I rejoice at it; as lie was nimble I honor ., , r( , .„,„ him, but as he was eatable I slew gressivo game of some sort Ji a mem- bor has been away, and 1ms not had j f ^ colKlWolli llouo , foi . & her turn for some tune it is always a £ ^ ^ doath £ol . ^ tootlwomeucss . great source of speculation with us as | Wh() ^ hQm ^ miel WQuld ^ m& to new dung she has brought Each girl, in her turn to otiiciate as hostess, trios to Introduce some entirely new game, either in cards or a pro- back with her. One who recently returned from a city quite a distance from home had gtMved m . m? Jf 8peak> fer have I offended. Who is here so silly that would not take a tidbit? If any, speak, for him haVw 1 offended. Who . J. J J WJ/V-*»i»J *-\J+ ii^i*i +IH.1 \S, J- Wit *^i»VV^-V4.1 1 I a gamo which I will not attempt to de- , g hero so gick tlult ( , oos Jlot loye _ Borlbo, or to spoil, either, as sho begeed } stouwoll? If aiiy S1 , eak) foi . him have us not to ask her how to spell It, the j thlng being a Chinese pus-./.le. She really did not know how herself, and Avheil writing U .spoil II, differently every time. It A\nus gnvit: fun In its progress, at any rale, and (hero wore alternate moments of silence aud excitement of tho wildest UUul. (hlixl or fourth meeting tovo cried one of the magistrates, out of patience with this long and strange lian-ngue, which began to hivade tho tune wlilcli his OAVU. stomach told him had arrived. "Then," replied the culprit, guessing at the hungry feelings of the bench, It must It or cavds and dancing. Qf cours? keep auy lus- "

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