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A DAY'S LESSON. Bend to the breeze. Tls the lesson the grasses Teach us each day in their lowly estate. Better to bend 'neath tho storm as it paesea Than to bo broken by pitiless fate. Bend bnt a little, the cloud will pass over; Then in the lull you can lift up your head.

Straighten yourselves like tho grass and the clover: Better bo bruised and be living than dead. like a rockl" That may do for a hero Covered with mail and well used to his lance, But there are mortals, too many, as wo know. Weakened by failure, coerced by a glance. "Never give up." It is easy to say it When all your weapons in order ere fonnd. Oourago grows fast when we need not display it; i All can bo brave when tho lions are bound.

"Nothing succeeds like success," that la certain. Truo as the gospel in these latter days. Pat out tho footlights and ring down the curtain If you have nothing; tbat people must praise. Bend to the breozo. 'Tie the lesson the grasses Teach us today; 'tie a lesson of love; Band till tho storm of adversity passes And the glad sunshine is once moro above.

B. Heath in Good Housekeeping. ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL. On the hanks of the Orge, bnt a short distance from Belles-Fontaines, can be seen an elegant littlo chateau of modern construction, roofed with slato. Standing on the hillside, in the midst of grassy lawns and surrounded by low trees, the house attracts tho attention of tho fow rowers who from time to time descend the Orge to Juvisy.

Occasionally a fisherman in search of a good place to throw his hook has perceived on the heights above a woman, her face covered with a thiok veil, and a young man who walked slowly beside her, leaning on her arm. At tho slightest sound of an oar both disappeared around tho bend of a path or bohind a clump of shrubs. The peoplo of Juvisy had vainly employed every effort to penetrato tho mystery. After having exhausted all imaginable suppositions the innkeeper and the grocer of Juvisy had decided that the young man was a maniac, whom hia family had imprisoned in that property, bounded by a high wall on the side toward the road and by a river on that toward tho fields. As for tho woman, she was a relative or a hireling, and when a painter, returning from Bolles-Fontaines, asked who was tho owner of that sheltered, mysterious looking park, without tho slightest hesitation they replied, "It is a madman who livos there." On July 10, 18S4, during one of thoso periods of heat whioh Senegambia envies us the Viscount de Montbrun left his small hotel in the Rue Varnet at 9 in the morning and walked down the Champs Elyseos.

M. de Montbrun was ono of those Parisians who never leave Paris. "The sea," said he, "was mado for fishermen and sailors. It has its beauties of course, but it is agreeable only one hour each day. As soon as it to ebb it uncovers a lot of postifor the country, it is always just as hot there as in Paris, with this you never know what to do with your evenings there." On all sides he saw hacks loaded with trunks.

The preparations for the approaching 14th of July festivities saddened his heart, for the true Parisian is the inveterate enemy of puhlio holidays and of nil manifestations which disturb his repose. Where can I take refuge for three days?" thought M. de Montbrun. The year previous ho had gone to St. Germain, and they had made just as much racket and shot off quite as many bombs thero as at Paris.

Montbrun then remembered that ho had promised himself an exonrsion into Brittany before the pick of tho demolisher had finished transforming that old corner of his country. To see again Vitro Fougeres, pass a day at St. Malo and then return would he just the thing. Ho would thus avoid the crowd and noise. On the morrow Montbmn arrived at "Vitre.

It was Saturday evening. In provincial towns to fairly judge the beauty of their women it is necessary to take one's post on Sunday at the door of a chnroh. That is why Montbrun stood as early as 8 in tho morning before the splendid edifice dedicated to St. Martin waiting for mass to be over. Before leaving Paris he had thrown into a postbox a fow words addressed to Mile.

Paula Salimberi, an artistic dancer at the Eden theater. Paula was a superb girl, a native of southern Italy, with all the ardor of that clime beaming from her largo, dark eyes. She had made her debut at Naplos, and after a season at tho Italian theater at Nice had displayod to the Parisians her irreproachable shapo aud varied graces. Montbrun was then 28 years of age, a handsome man, well versed in theatrical doings, whose personal charms wore augmonted by an income of 60,000 francs a year. His admiration for the charming ballet dancer was at once reciprocated, and they wero soon launched upon the waves of a desperate flirtation.

But the young man's fancy was short lived. It was not long before tho shallow attractions of tho Italian beauty ceased to please him, and be longed to esoapo from her altogether. But Othollo's jealonry was puerile compared to hers. Montbrun was fairly afraid of her. He dared not tell her outright what the gradual decline of his attentions portended.

He had simply dropped a note to her upon departure for Vitre bidding her a long farewoll and intimating that he might never sco her again. As she believed that lie hud no means oi procuring his address, ho thought himself now well out of her way. Mass was over, aud people were beginning to come ont of the church. Suddenly Montbrun was seized with ad miration. Amid the crowd he had caught sight of tho face of a young girl, Never in his most ardent dreams had hu imagined aught so lovely as that face, with its ideal linos, its moro than earthly so calm, go serene, so radiantly pure that it seemed that oi one of God's angels.

He wondered if it wore possible that such a creature exist' cd. He held his breath as ho gazed en her descending the church steps, smiling at an cider woman who accompanied her, her mother doubt less. Instinctively Montbrun followed them from afar and saw them enter a small house of modest appearance. Taking the number, he returned to tho hotel and asked for information. "That beautiful girl? Mile, de Larade.

Hor father was an exoellent man. His family were rich before the revolution, but each succooding generation had sold off little by little land and fields and woods to keep up their rank. Fitally poor M. de Larade had taken in a small building formerly occupied by his intendant There he lived, as best he could, with his wife, nee Laroche-Glaieul, and his daughter Joanna He had probably not moro than 1,300 or 1,500 francs income, but ladies knew how to live on very little, while he, poor gentleman, had even given up taking snuff." The visconnt wrote to his notary al Paris, requesting him to at onoe send him a letter of introduction to a notary of Vitre and to apprise that gentleman that he, Montbrun, camo of a good family, had the reputation of being a man of honor and was not without fortune, after which the notaiy of Vitre would effect his acquaintance with a family wherein he hoped find happiness. Everything happened as the viscounf had arranged.

Ho waa presented tc Mlla Jeanne de Larade, found her all he thonght, came again and again tc her home and was finally accepted as her future husband upon certain conditions. Montbrun promised everything they wished. He was in an ecstasy oi bliss during the few weeks which oeded the day fixed for his marriage. In the midst of his dreaming he received through his had carefully concealed his address from all letter from one of his friends, who wrote him that Paula Salimberi was seeking him in every direction and uttering direful threats. At length the eventful day arrived.

The oontraot had been signed. Two friends of Montbrun had come from Paris to serve him as witnesses, and on tho 10th of September, at 11 in ths morning, the guests left in carriages for the mayor's office. The viscount and two or three persons were speaking with a functionary at that office when thoy were startled by a piercing scream, followed by a long clamor of voices. Rnshing to the windows, thoy saw a hurrying crowd, amid which a small group were massed about a recumbent form. "What has happened?" exclaimed Montbrun, almost suffocated by apprehension, "An unknown woman has thrown vitriol in tbe face of Mile, de Larade.

All one sido of the poor child's face is badly burned and an eye destroyed. They are carrying her to her home." Montbrun fell, rigid and unconscious, to the floor. He tried vainly during the day to be received at tho homo of his betrothed. "Tell him that he will never sco me again!" sho cried, shedding tears that, rolling over her raw wounds, burned her like fira The suffering of M. de Montbrun was intense.

Consumed with fever, his heart seemed pressed in a vise. i i. 11 1 The unknown woman, arrested immediately after the perpetration of her crime, stated that her name was Paula Salimberi; her motive, vengeanca Montbrun shut himself in his bedroom and opened his parcel, which contained a small quantity of white powder. Folding a handkerchief into a band age, he measured out two spoonfuls of the powder and spread it on the bandage, which he then placed over his eyes, tying it in a firm knot at the back of his head. Two hours after he arrived at the home of M.

de Larade in a conpe, from which the notary of Vitre helped him to descend. "Do not come in," Baid Mma de Larade. "It would kill Jeanne." "Tell her that she may x'eceive me M. de Montbrun. "We shall be married as soon as she is able to leave tho house.

For me, her image will remain eternally what it am M. and Mme. de Montbrun lead a retired life iv their chateau at Juvisy. Jeanne adores tho husband who for hor renounced forever the sight of sky and fields and flowers. As for the blind man, ho has kept intact the picture of an ideal maiden smilingly descending the stops of tho Church of St.

Martin. He is happy, for in the unending night to whioh ho has coudomnod himself he sees her always young, always From the Frenoh For San Francisco News-Letter. Wlsnrds of High Degree, Russian Fins, or "Roosian" Fins, aa Jacky has it, were, and are yet, wizards of high degree, says Lieutenant J. D. Kelley in an article on "Superstitions of tho Sea" in Tho Century.

Hurricanes blew, calms beset, gales roared as thoy willed, and their incantations began to operate by tho simple sticking of a knife in the mast. If they wished to drive tho rats out of a vosscl, they shoved the point of a snicker snee into tho deok, and every rat ran for tho sharp blade and willy nilly performed hara kiri. No one ever saw in sailor lore a penniless Russian Finn, for by slipping his hand into his pocket he can always produce a gold doubloon a gold doubloon no one seems to know, but it is always that coin. His rum bottle, often cousnlted silently and alone, is never full nor gentle plashing of the tide bringing fat content, and woo he to the incautious mariner who bites tho weather side of his thumb at him, for harm will surely follow. Following; Directions.

If, was raining pretty hard when tha old man camo into the parlor. In fact, the rain was rattling on tho tin roof of the porch bo loudly that there could be no doubt about the weather. is the weather out?" asked the young man who was calling on the daughter of the honso. Ho asked in trepidation, because ho know he wbb not any too welcome. Tho old man looked at him for a moment and said, "Clear." And tho young man Journal.

The stones thr.t were formerly passed frotn hand to hand as being the gems found in the head of the toad were fossil teeth of the sea wolt LOS ANGELES SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 12? 1894 A BRIG IN THE DESERT (SURPRISING DISCOVERY OF A TRAY- ELER IN DEATH VALLEY. A Man Const runted and Fitted TTp a Vessel OB a Bandy Waste Because He Wants to Bo Ready When tho Water Rises, as He Firmly Belloves It Will. "One of the queerest and most surprising sights I ever saw in all my wanderings over the wilds of this country," said E. 0. Traver, a well known prospector and civil engineer, a few ago, "was a newly constructed brig lying on the floor of Death valley.

And it is thero yet, so that anybody can see it "When I flist saw it, I was almost paralyzed. I conld not believo my eyes and thought I must have passed through some mental lapse and was not in Death valley ot all. But, after gazing at the strange object a few minutes and then looking around me and seeing the wastes of burning sands and feeling the hot breath of the desert wind, I knew that everything about me was most realistically real "It was by merest chance that I ran across tho vessel," said Mr. Traver, "because had I been a few feet farther south I would never have seen it You see, I had beon working on tho eastern side of the valley for several weeks without success and conoluded to go to Mount Darwin, where I would at least be sure of expenses. I was crossing the valley at the northorn ond, which is quite narrow, but about the lowest spot on the earth's surface.

I am not exactly certain, but I think that where tho vessel is it is about 200 feet below sea level. "After the first surprise had worn off I began to figure out how the craft came there. That the vessel was a relio of a past age never entered my head for a moment, because it was constructed on perfectly modern lines and the wood had a yellow appearance, indicating that it had not been cut'vory long. I am something of a sailor myself, and the first glance told mo that it was the work of some modern shipbuilder, bnt that only made the mystery greater. "Going close, I made a careful examination of my strango find.

It proved to bo a perfect brig of about 400 tons, that had never been in water. Everything about it was of tho best style of workmanship and showed plainly that the builder had put forth his best efforts. The keel was laid flat on the sand and tho starboard sido placed up against a small reef of rocks. Tho port side was supported iv the usual manner. "Climbing onto the deck by a small rope ladder, I found everything shipshape.

The decks wero as clean and white as a man-of-war's, and every rope was in place. Entering tho cabin, I found everything neat and clean and several bunks with bedding ready to sleep in. Such a thing, however, would have boon impossible, as tho heat was simply unbearable, and I had to go to the door, gasping for breath, before I had completed my investigation. Tho Biora I looked the more mystified I homiti where she was, bur, hv 3 for what? "I spent tho whole afternoon climbing over the vessel. I went into the rigging and looked over the surrounding conntry, but could see no sign of a human being.

When night camo on, I concluded to camp near by, but had no sooner got fixed comfortably when a voice from somewhere called 'Good You niay be sure I jumped, as my nerve 3 were feeling a little weak through my strange afternoon's experience. "Thero was no need to ho nlnrmed, though, for a good natured looking man, with gray hair and beard, was smiling at mo. Of course lat onco concluded that he know something about the brig. I was right, and in a few moments he explained the whole thing to me and also showed to what ends a foolish idea will drive a man. "He said that his namo was Frederick Evans, that he was a ship builder by trade and one of the California pioneers of '49.

He had never made a big strike, but had always kept prospecting, and when the water rose in Salton lake a few years ago ho was at work in tho mountains around Death valley. It was then that he got it into his head thai the water would eventually reach that locality, and he was determined to have the first vessel to float in the new se? "Evans was not a poor man, hut had money enough to hire a couplo of men to help him lay tho keel of tho vessel, put ia the masts and do tho other heavy work. At first the Work was pushed rapidly, hut when the water commenced to recede Evans took things easily and did all tho work himself, because he thought the water would not come again for a year. Ho has been disappointed every year since, but still thinks that Death valley will become a sea, and he is reudy for it "I was well treated by Evans, said Mr. Traver in couoluding.

"He took me to his ahodo, which was a deep cavo a few feet from the brig, with a delightful temperature. I staid with him two days and found him a well educated man and very interesting, but when I left him his Inst words were, 'When the water rises, I will be ready for it San Francisco CalL Monuments to Women. Hitherto in France Joan of Aro has been almost the only woman to mount upon a marble pedestal, but tho privilege is being extended. At Vitrei a statue is being raised to Mmo. do Hevigne, aud at Valenciennes a similar honor is in store for Mile.

Duchenois. Apropos of these facts a French writer observes, "Woman being, even in marble, so muoh moro decorative than ourselves, one can only rejoice over tho advent of feminine For a Money Metal. A scientist suggests the use of an alloy of gold and aluminium for tho making of money. Ho says that counterfeiting wonld bo almost Impossible, as the only alloy which can be made successfully consists of 7S parts of gold to 22 of alnmiuinm. The product is said to be of a beautiful purple color, with ruby reflections that cannot bo imitated.

Tho Penalty. What is the extreme penalty for bigamy? mothers-in-law. Herald. PREMONITIONS OF DEATH. Soldiers Who Have Gene Into Certain Bat, ties Perfectly Conscious of Their Fate.

"Soldiers had strange premonitions of death before going into battle during the war," said an old soldier. "I could not tell you how many times I have seen my comrades foretell their death. They seemed to feel it was coming and went into battle fnlly prepared to meet their end. So common was this, and so regularly did death follow when foretold, that I often heard offioers upbraiding their tnen for speaking of death, remarking: 'A man never speaks of a fear of death without death following shortly after. It's like the smallpox; tho one that dreads it most is sure to bo the first victim.

But the offioers wore reasoning backward. In all the cases I saw the prediction of death was oaused by an inward feoling, telling that his end was near. "It wasn't fear, for I remember 'Boss' MoKellar, as wo used to call him, who camo from Butler county. He had been a brave soldier, serving his full three years, never once failing in his duty. The day before his three years were up ho went into tho battle of tho Wildorness.

He was so pale and careworn and lacked so much the usual vigor with whioh he entered battlo that some of his friends remarked how changed ho was. He looked like a ghost and was trembling all over. They asked him what was the matter. ho replied, 'my three years are up tomorrow, but I'll never see myservico out I will be killed in this I "His friends tried to cheer him up, betting him that it was only a morbid fancy, but no amount of talk could enliven him. Ho went into the battle and was among the first to fall, being hit squarely in the forehead.

I also remember John Dunbar sitting eating crackers with an officer before a campfire on the eve of battle. He had a sad expression when he turned, and breaking the craokcr in fingers said in a contemplative manner, 'Well, boys, this is my last night on In tho dim firelight I saw tho big tears woll up as the officer inquired what he meant. 'I'll be shot tomorrow The officer, seeing how deeply the man was affected, placed his hand upon his shoulder and said: 'Brace up, John. Don't bo foolish. Men of Ohio don't talk like But this only mado the soldier break down.

In tho battlo noxt day ho was killed among tho first. I could give you nn indefinite number of such instances, whioh show that soldiers really had death foretold to them, but those aro sufficient To me it was a most solemn moment when I hoard a man say ho was going to be killed. It invariably turned out that FRENCH ART OF TODAY. Only the Genius of the People Keops It From Hopeless Bebasomont, For years all tho art roads have led to Paris. It is today the center of the art world, a model of taste, skill and knowledge as well as a hotbed of eccentricities, mannerisms, stilted affectations trickeries.

It takes in.the and is saddled with all its vices. It is ruled by the quips and cranks of what at times soems outrageous fortune; it is magnified and belittled; it is overpraised and underpraised; it seems to be rising to lofty hoights at times and then again to be sinking into the mire. It is at once tho best and tho worst art center in tho world, a crucible where all elements mix, all become alloyed, and yet all avorago up a respectable grado of amalgam. That which keeps it from hopeless debasement is the art genius of the French peoplo. Has that art gonitis ever reached is apogee? Has it fulfilled its mission and voiced tho finer feelings of France, as painting onco did in Italy and Spain? Did wo accept the exhibit at tho World's fair as a criterion wo might think her day was about finished, that her artists had said all there was for thorn to say, hut tho representation was inadequate.

Tho French stand sponsor for all the academic emptiness displayed there, for nil the studio recitation, all the exaggerated realism, all the tawdiy sentiment, nnd yet at heart they have littlo sympathy with them. Tho academic was foisted upon thorn early in life by the example of Italy and tho misdirected energy of royalty. PoussinorLebrun was no moro French in thought or method than Cornoille. The monarchy uphela academic because it smacked of heroism and the empire because it fostered tho military spirit, hut tho republio has barely tolerated it, and the radicals have always hated it. It is tho beto noir of French art, against whioh there has been a long series of revolutions.

Why, if not that it fails to represent tho French? They are fond enough of talking about such loyalists as Ponssin, David, Ingres and Cahauel, hut the men thoy lova are tho rebels, Wattoau, Fragoaard, Delacroix, Millet, Corot, Courbet. The vivacious, tho decorative, tho emotional, the sentimental, tho these they lovo bescauso they aro national characteristics, but tho inook heroic, the grandiloquent, tho bombastic, have been more the result of foreign imitation than the outcrop of French C. Van Dyko in Century. Kut FrnitH. Tho warmth of summer tends to billoustiess and fevers, and tho free uso of fruits counteracts this tendency.

This is because the acids of tho frait help to the separation of the bilo from tho bleed, a prcceps slackened by tho approach of hot weather. "Fruits aro cooling" is an expression often used, bnt why this is so very few understand. They aro so bocauso the acid of thofrnit stimulates the liver to greater activity in separating tho bile from tho blood, which is itd proper work, the result of which is bowels become free, tho poros of the skin aro open, and nnder such conditions fever and want of appctito aro impossible. The resurrection plent, a native of Sonth Africa, becomes diy and apparrutly lifeless during (bought, hut opens ita leaves and assumes all tho appearance of life when rain falls. A caterpillar in the course of a month will devour 6.000 times its own weight iv food.

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