The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on March 6, 1895 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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si-AMbittV MJ- - g*. ;lCTtf^:j^^l.::V^.jji\^^Ar-* 1 bo & WttM i could go fcack, a ilttu, v . ftgte, •A-lerlcfn 1 fc"i&e fciinnora *lth a little ctdoked frin: , *fr fiftaf itie ho^s a-gruntta' as I git 'em 6n the jump *& tee Skeef ed wu^sSt'n they *a9, Mi6n they hit the water plump could go loafln', cross the meddei- Smollln' sweet, 'Nfeel the sas«y daisies a-tlcUltn' o' my feet, All the frhlle a-noddln' 'ft a-smlllii' up at me— Wisht 1 could go hAck 'n be like I tutor be WiSht 1 could go t'morrer, n' flnl 'em nil the Simo As they tvas tho day I lot' V make a bigger name 'N ieo dear oU mother— always akeery— at the gato, liikosho ustor wait for me. whenever I was Into W.slit 1 could look In heaven' 'n see her thare t'day. 'N tit o lander mnflo o' love, like when t went ivwny: •1 asol like It would help ma to battle herewith ' sin— Yri«l)t 1 could Rb back awhile, 'nbo a boy agin. That Winter Night. J5Y tlOIJKltr lit'CHANAN. CHAPTEU VI—CONTINUED. Slowly nn:l gloomily tho men car- vied tho prisoner along the woodland path, across the gardens, and up the stops of the terrace. Tho door stood wide opou, with tho female servants I'lustaring timidly on the threshold. To their eager questioning Blanche made no reply, but signalled the men to push on into the hall. She led the way, and they followed her to a large bedroom on the first floor, communicating by a folding-door with a small sitting-room, elegantly fitted up as a wort of, study, and containing, in addition to the other furniture, a small harmonium. Here the chevalier had sat and studied, or played upon the instrument, of which he was very fond. Sometimes Blanche had played to him, or, sitting at his feet, read to him aloud. The countrymen withdraw, and the Avounded man was left alone in the bed-chamber with the doctor and tho old housekeeper. Blanche waited in Ihe adjoining room, till Dr. Huet, opening the folding-doors, signalled to her to enter. Approaching the bedside, she saw the German lying, still insensible in the bed. One arm was extended on the coverlet, the other hidden. The mud and blood had been washed from his face, leaving it pale and distinct in all its lines; the look of'pain had faded, and the breathing, though still labored, was softer and more subdued. Blanche stood looking at him for some moments in silent pity, then she turned to the doctor, and said, in a low voice: ' "Doctor, is he much hurt? Ai'o you sure he' Will recover?" "Of course, if he is looked after. I have extracted the bullet, and carefully dressed the wound." "Then he will not die?" "Die? Not he. Unfortunately, I cannot remain; our own wounded require my attention, and the man must take his chance." "Doctor, I will -watch him!" said Blanche, "Quick! tell me what to do." "You, mademoiselle! Impossible! It is no task for you. I have given Dame Fevereau her instructions, and she will do her best." "If my father were wounded and a prisoner," "would I sufl'er another's hands to tend him? No, doctor; my place is-here. Dame Fevereau is old and feeble; I am strong and young. As I would have somo tender German woman watch him I love in his cruel hour of need, even so I will watch this stranger." "Very well; as you will," said tho doctor. "Goodnight, and God be with you! I shall be here some time tomorrow, and see how the poor devil progresses." So saying, with a respectful salute, Huet took his leave. By this time night had fallen. The sun had sunk among clouds, which presently began drifting up from tho west before tho driving and rising wind. Drawing open the blinds of the sitting-room, Blanche saw tho darkness outside was full of a troubled glimmer, thrown by thickly falling snow, the first that had fallen that year. How thankful she felt to God that he had turned her troubled heart to mercy, and caused her to shelter the helpless stranger from the storm! She looked at her watch; then, closing the window again, she returned to the sick-chamber, she The his was ex- ac- for CHAPTER VII. The Watch-Dog. As she approached the bedside, started and almost uttered a cry. wounded man had turned upon pillow, and with eyes wide open steadfastly regarding her, His pression was cold and strange, yet not altogether without gentleness. With a, low moan he moved his hand as if to extend it toward her; but faint with the effort, lie sunk back, sighing painfully. Trembling with agitation she flrew near and gently arranged tho pillow beneath his head. , As she did so, he Burned his eyes again upon her, MFraulein — " JJjs voice was faint and sounded as if far away, <»Po not attempt to speak, monsieur," ehe whispered, "You are safe here. Try to sleep," |9 There was a short pause, broken Qply'by the German's fioavy breath* 4 u g5 bvit presently he spoke again. . «*The doctor thought J was "sible," he murmured,; but!— I was Caning. Now that we are alono, cept m y Weeping and my thanks you.r swe,et charity." uHujb,! compose yourself, 1 ' replied the gi,rt. *'Po not exojte yourself, jn_9ft6ieu.r, JOMV life perhaps Depends perfect rest" tffllK fefcottt tlie" like y8u—to point them heffiv- . and perchance 16 save them." Sis eyes closed, and his head fell back upon the pillow, tottering and Murmuring to himself in his own tongue. Meantime, there •fras much excitement and grumbling- down below. Houzel stood in the porch, leaning oil his gurt, and surrounded by his dogs, interviewing Hubert and the other servants. There was but one opinion— that this entertainment of one of the enemy was an ugly and an 'unlucky business. "There is but one way to serve such canaille!" cried Hubert. "He should have 'been knocked on the head at once." "They should have left me to take care of him!" growled the keeper. "I mow how to settle vermin.'' He started and changed Color; for his young mistress stood oil tho threshold, pale and indignant. "Silence, Hoilzol!" she said. "If my father were here, he would do as I have done. Hubert go to the kitchen—go, all of you." Mattering among themselves, the servants retired. Houzel kept his position, leaning against the porch, and looking black as thunder. "As for you, Houzel, you should know better. You are better educated, and should have more compassion." You have not seen what I have seen—tho villages burned down, tho people plundered, the land made desolate bjr these'accursed Germans. They are like wild boasts of the field, and should be shot down without mercy." And shouldering his fowling-piece, he made a movement to leave the place; then, turning suddenly and encountering the eyes of his young mistress, he added regretfully: "Forgive me, mademoiselle. I know I have made you angry. But I shall be close at hand in case you need protection." "How foolish you are! Protection —from a wounded man who perhaps will die!" "I hope so," returned Houzel. "So long as breath lasts, these vermin are dangerous." Next morning Dr. Huet looked in, full of excitement. "Sharp work last night, mademoiselle," he said, as he entered the bedchamber. ' 'We have beaten back the reconnoitering party of the Germans." The wounded man sat propped up with pillows, wide awake, and submitted quietly and. without a murmur while the doctor made his examination. "Come, it is not so bad as I thought," muttered Huet. "You thought me a dead man, monsieur?" said the German, with a grave smile. "Well, after all, I have to thank you and the lady of this house for my life. Your countrymen were inclined to finish me last night." "Humph!" said Huet, shrugging his shoulders. "I suppose I must consider myself a prisoner?" proceeded the German. "Certainly; and that reminds me— the commanding officer of the district insists on removing you under guard unless you give your parole not to attempt to escape, or to communicate with the enemy." "Just so," returned the German, wearily. "You have my parole." Blanche followed the doctor to the door. "Your generosity was a little over the mark, he said, answering the question on her face. "That fellow will be on his legs in a day or two, and then—you will be rid of him, I hope." The doctor's prediction turned out perfectly correct. Within three days the German rose from his bed and descended the stall's. He looked pale and worn, and carried his left arm in a sling, but otherwise was a handsome i'ellow. Standing bare-headed at the porch, ho quietly smoked his pipe and surveyed the country prospect around him. As he did so he became conscious of a powerful figure seated some fifty yards from the chateau, leaning on a fowling-piece and regarding him intently. Descending- the steps, tho German was approaching him, when Houzel (for it was he), sprung to his feet and waved him back with an angry gesture. "What is the matter, my friend?" asked the officer, quietly, in the French tongue. Houzel's only reply was a scowl of savage dislike; but when the otherr made a fresh movement toward him, the keeper again ordered him back. "I see," ho muttered in German, "lam a prisoner, after all, and this surly dog is my Cerberus," Turning somewhat feebly toward the chateau, he caine face to face with Blanche, who \yas descending the terrace. He saluted her with deep re* speot. She bowed to him nervously, and was passing by, when his voice arrested her, • <Do not think me impertinent, frau- lein; but may I speak to you? If so, I should like to thank you for the great service you have done me." '*Po not speak of it, monsieur," she replied. "I have only done what my father would have done, had he been here," "Your father is from home, frau- lein?" s'Yes; ho is \vith tho army." "May God bring him back to you safely! He should bo a proud and happy man, to have so good and beautiful a daughter." He glanced yound as he spoke, and met the eyes of Houzel, who had reseated himseW, and was straining-hts ears to catch the words of the convert &SnsA of avafsion ftftl distrust. Jiltcf All, he wns 6 Uerm&th and Ch'o- {Serbians were the eueinifcS o! Franco, ABOUT THECAMPFIM A8BAHAM UN6SLM Af RESS CHAPTER" Vlll. The Forester. On the edge of the woods of Grand J pte. not far from the spot where Blanch do Gavrolles had first encottn* tered the German officer, stood a small one storied cottage, looking seaward toward the cliffs. In this cot' tage had dwelt tho Houzels, fathers and sons, for several generations, but now the young keeper was its only tenaut. Moody and unpopular, partly on account of his vocation—never a popular one in nny country—partly be j cause he held his head too high and prided himself on a superior education, Houzel dwelt in tho cottage, his only companion an old peasant who assisted him as under-keeper. The night after the meeting between Blanche and tho Gorman, Hou- zel watched the chateau till ho found that every one 1 had retired to rest, and then, with a face as black as thunder, strode down to the cottage. Entering, he throw aside his gun and sat down by the fire, where the old man, his assistant, was already sitting, cleaning a rusty flowling-pioco. "Well, master, what newsP'V asked the old man after a long silence. "You look as if you had seen a ghost." "I have seen tho German," returned Houzel, with an imprecation, lie is still there at the chateau; and, look you, Mademoiselle Blanche treats him as if ho were one of ourselves— a Frenchman!" "Ah! that is bad, very bad!" Instead of replying, Houzel rose and began pacing to and from tho glowing chamber. "No word from the chevalier?" asked Andreas presently. Houzel shook his head gloomily, while the other added: "If ho has fallen, master, Mademoiselle Blanche will be an orphan. That will be bad, very bad!" "Yes, you are right. She has only her father?" "Let me see," muttoi'ed Andreas, glancing slyly at the other as he spoke. "How old is my young lady?" "She is 18 in January. The fifth is her fete day. Yes, nearly 18 years old." "Old enough to marry, master," suggested Andreas. "You are a fool!" said the young man in a tone so savage that the old man almost started from his seat. "Who talks of marrying? Mademoiselle Banche is a child. Perhaps she will never marry." "You are right," said Andreas. "She is a saint!" "Go to! She is the lady of Grandpre, and the chevalier's only child; no saint, but a peerless young lady. Yet, as you say, should anything happen to the old chevalier she will ba alone." "Bad, very bad!" murmured Andreas, in his pet phrase. "She will have no one to protect her. "She will have me!" returned Houzel. in the former savage way. 'No harm willcome to her while I am near." "Perfectly; but that is different." "You mean that I am not her equal?" demanded the young man; adding, while the other coughed apologetically, "Well, you are right; I am her father's servant, and hers. For the rest, she has no equal in the world!" When day broke, Houzel was al; his post, watching the chateau. Before the sun was visible in the heavens Blanche came forth, and found him leaning against a tree, his eyes upon tho terrace. She smiled gently as he saluted her, and said: '•Here again, Houzel! You are like my shadow, and wherever I turn I find you." "Your pardon, mademoiselle," ho replied. "I am watching tho German prisoner." 1 'Surely that does not concern you. Besides he has given his parole." [TO BE CONTINUED.] An Old Soldier's ftecolloetlob* tit ttib Greatest Charnetci? this cotttttfry Mas fet-er 1'rotiuccd—Oltt IronMttcft to Itttln—Tim bdntit* ot tho tree. Aflornoou Tea, They were at an afternoon tea, and each held in her delicately gloved hand a cup of amber fluid, which she sipped daintily with a souvenir spoon. But their technical knowledge of tea would have made a tea expert's hair stand on end. "I like Fedora best," one of them was saying sweetly. "Do you?" said the other; ."now I prefer Solong, because there is no nicotine in it." "Talking of tea brands?" asked a society bride flutteringly, «'»! just adore Boohoo; it's made in China, you know," "Well, afternoon tea is good enough for me," warbled a society bud who didn't know anything but real knowledge, and wouldn't bother her wavy head with tea kinks, But the hostess, who had served Formosa, and Souchong, and Bohea sighed to think of the ignoranco that sometimes existed in spcial circles,—Do« troit Free Press. Tulo of A New York Cut, A New York oat nad quite an experience the other day, It was sitting on a fourth story window sill, when the window was closed behind it, leaving it in its perilous position. Its cries brought to the neighborhood all the oats in the vicinity, and they sat on the pavement looking up at then' quondam companion, mingling their cries with hers, When she was finally rescued her claws were found deeply buried in the old and half-rotten wood That was their first conversation the Qerma,n's con,Yalespepce, As. b.e'g-rpyr btrojigep, vrhiob h.e did FftpiAJy, Blanche ,.,... . --•*••'• ' fce^t )U« Oivti Filkins— Strange that Hinian, who runs a matrimonja.1 ttgenoy, the very man w^o shpuld know better, has made himself liable to prosecution for bigamy, , So I tola tan, hut o&u.sin.ess. if bu.§in,es.f , MB, Lincoln at Fortros4 Jrfom-oo. One of the most interesting of mett is Colonel Lo Grand 15. Cahnott, aa honor to West Point and a distinguished officer during tho late war. He wears his eighty years with vigor, grace and dignity and makes old age an envy rather than a regret. Seated in his study in New York city, or in boautiftil liurlington, Vt.» Colonel Cannon tells such stories of the war as make yottfager generations ashamed at not having lived in those stirring times arid helped to make such Wondrous history. Colonel Cannon acted as aide do catnp to General Wool during his occupation of Fort* ress Monroe, and to his glory be it said, was the first to suggest and utilize negroes as fighters. Nobody believed that thoy could handle a gun and face fire until Colonel Cannon proved their now unquestioned bravery. "All, wlmt a man was Lincoln," exclaimed the genial colonel with tears in his eyes a few days ago. "I have known just two men in my life to whom I bow down: Daniel Webster and Abraham Lincoln. Intellectually Webster was a giant; Lincoln was a giant all over. Ho was an enigma, and, at first I did not understand his stories and jokes. I could not make them harmonize with the gravity of the situation and tho awful responsibilities of the comniandor-in-chief; but when I saw his great human heart, I loved him as I have loved no man. To mo ho is the greatest man this country has ever produced. Tho jokes wore a foil." "Colonel Cannon, Lincoln's face, as painted by William M. Hunt, who must have appreciated tho soul within that gaunt, angular body—is the saddest I ever, gazed upon." "I think you are right. What times those were at Fortress Monroe. I rer member in May, 1832, Lincoln and Stanton came from Washington, and were quartered in tho fort. I gave up my room to the president, and slept outside on a cot. Ho was very fond of reading and one day said, "I suppose you've no such thinu as a Shakspeare. It would be as difficult to find here as a bible. "'On the contrary, Mr. President,' I replied, 'you can have both.' General Wool was a great lover of Shak- speare. At night after work was over, Wool would bring- out his Shakspearo and spout like a stage-struck schoolboy. So I quickly placed before Lincoln the coveted treasure, whereupon he (said, 'You've been working 1 hard all day. Sit down and rest.' Of course I obeyed orders. I was surprised at the intelligence with which Lincoln read aloud some of his favorite passages. First, he turned to "Macbeth;" then to "King- Lear;" lastly to Queen Constance's appeal to King John on the death of her son. Visibly moved by this appeal, Lincoln exclaimed, 'Cannon! Did you ever .feel that you were near & dear friend who had passed away and yet realized that this feeling- was nothing but a dream'?' Was this not a remarkable question? " 'Yes, Mr. President, I have," was my answer. 'T hat is my feeling towai'd my boy Willie,' murmured the big-hearted man, who laid his- tired head on his arm s upon the table in front of him and sobbed like a child. VVhen tho spasm of weeping ceased, Lincoln rose, say ing, 'Let us go and sit on the ramparts.' I followed him, and Hot another word did ho utter about the little boy so recently taken from him, nor did he ever again refer to this child, But having shown me his heart once, Lincoln seemed to trust me, and often afterward asked me to sit with him on the ramparts, when he did the talking-." "What an experience, colonel, and what a privilege! Wera you present at the capture of Norfolk?" "Not exactly, but what memories that eveqt revives! General Wool made up his minil that ho would take Norfolk. We had had nothing but defeat so far, and Wool thought it was time for victory on our side. 'But Norfolk is well defended on all sides,' I argued. 'Tha enemy is 10,000 strong, while we can only muster aii attacking force of 10,000.' " 'That makes no difference,' replied Wool. '"Why not?' " 'Bacause I know the man in com» mand. He's been under me and he's sure to run. Moreover, he knows that I never wet my .feet 1 •"Suppose you get beaten?' " 'It's not a supposable case. 1 "Firm in his opinion, General Wool told Lincoln to remain in Fortress Monroe and he would make him a present of Norfolk, I was excessively disturbed by Wool's determination, as he made no preparation for defeat. Defeat meant destruction. 'What's the matter with you?' asaced Lincoln and Stautan when we three were alone. 'You look ill.' "I vowed I wasn't. 'Then something's wrong, What is it?' Finally they wormed out of me my fears, I admitting that tha expression of them wa-s an aet ot insubordination. "'What's to.bp done?' V 'Nothing but to relievo Geneva,! of his command.' 'Lincoln did npt dare to dp this, ail of us. enclurpd an, agqny pi mind, n,o tongue can tell nor describe. 0$ 'went Wool at night 'with h,is, farqes, and all the next d»y I was left in phaygrs o| fjftt eeg»Md!a!--««8k§» Wtflft £fe<v' ftpUcS , 1 iterstiaclea Mfife'ol* l&d Statttofl ttf fo t8 fcMj ftnctlelplt flp* vigil With stick pMiehde > &* muster. H# attfl fey HtefS xvefe s»fificfs front the Water. A boit appeafetL Neater and nearer it dime, until 1 f eaognized one bl Ih6 gunboats., 'The news?' 1 cried* r r?orfoitt is takenJ* antt there stood Wool &tid his staff, alive and rejoicing i& th<$ momentous Victory, woii with n ot more thati six lives lost on both sides! Wool was rig-ht. llis opposing general had run! ''The news spf-ead like wildfire. Lincoln had evidently hot slept a wink. There he stood in six feet of night shirt,' and nothirtg else—almost the first to greet Wool and thank God. that the tide had turned at last, We assembled in the president's room, and, sitting 1 on Lincoln's bed, General Wool told the story of tho capture." "Where Was Stahtoti, colonel?" "Where was he? Asleep. Irusliei to his .room and shook him awake. Men of his physique .generally sleep soundly. When fairly aroused, Stan-" ton rolled out of bod and tried to get into his drawets. In his excitement he couldn't tell one end from the other; putting tlicm on wrong- lib hurried to tho president's room where, embracing Wool, ho waltzed round like mad. It was the funniest spec* taclo I ever beheld. The contrast be- tw'oon Wool in full uniform and Stan- tdn 'mid nodiugs on' so to spe'ak, was irresistibly ludicrous. Lincoln laughed until he cried. So did we alL Finally, the president said: 'This is a picture for those artists who are wanting- to paint episodes of the war on the walls of the capital. Hbw will it do to g-ivo Leutz an order to paint the capture of Norfolk selecting- the mooting of General Wool and Secretary Stanton as tho auspicious moment?' "Just to show what sort of a man Stanton was! After .this wild ebullition, ho turned to Lincoln and urged him to brook no delay in issuing- a proclamation on rebel soil. Then and there, still in the same topsey-tiu-vey attire, clothed principally in a smile, Stanton sat down and dictated orders to be signed by the president and issued the following day. It was glorious. "With the morning- came our departure for Norfolk—Lincoln, Stanton, Wool and his staff, and all. After a while Lincoln was missed. I found him curled up in a corner reading- the bible!" HI6HVVAV5 IN M Chlflft Toll-grato Keopor and. Messrs. Vallandig-ham and Pendleton,, the pro-Southern anti-war member of congress, from Ohio, were going- in a carriage, in tho spring- of 1803, from Batavia, to fill an appointment at some place in Brown county, when they drew up to a toll-g-ate. Mr. Pendleton,with that familiarity characterizing- his intercourse with the poor and lowly voters, asked the venerable g-ate-keoper how he stood on politics, and was answered: "I am a Democrat, have voted that ticket all my life, and expect to as long- as I live." "That's right, my good man! I am g-lad to find you all right on politics; now, as an' old Democrat, what do you think of the Hon. Mr. Vallandig- ham for our next governor?—Val- landig-ham for our next governor, eh?" "Vallandig-ham is the traitor north of Mason and Dixon's line, and I wouldn't help elect him dog pelter!" "But stop, man, this gentleman with mo is Mr. V." "I don't care who ho is, I am a Jackson Democrat, not a Vallandig-- hamcrat." The worthy pair now drove on, not particularly elated or refreshed in their political feelings by .the conversation they themselves had pro- voked.—Ameriea'n Tribune. The Ttnnuflr of the Fi-ee. Tho morning dawns, and lo! In light, Up' sprint;, f rom son to soil, "Columbia's passion-flowors" lirl/ht, Tho bloom of liberty I The tiny flasjs that lightly wave, How eloquent thoy are! Wo road, beside iv aoldler's gravo, A lesson iu each star What messages of hope thoy beau For those berott, who weep! A nation's benediction, where It's leal defenders sloop. Roses and lilies will wo bring, Tho evergreen and bay, And all tlio jewels of the sprlnj Shall crown memorial diy. In every saored, mournful rite, To fiuthtul souls so dear, Will loyalty and love unite To consocrato tho year, By requiem, by grateful mood. The '.'arlanu, and the throne Who celebrate tho valiant deed In poesy and sou* But where the triune colors shrnu Above the sleeping brave, , Celestial beauty doth enshrine The patriot soldier's grave. Oh, blessed standard of the world They ',-ave their lives for thee, That stainless thou should'st be unfurled. The banner of the free! H, BurlpigU. »f H««*tAl Ktet, Sttfe " " • ' • Ifimftfc** t* »* ttotft • , As goathofa fo* theii* exeelteMeY ' lifl & street is'sdldSM differ* l&att' to fifteen feet. Between gf eai there runs ttitat' is called a road," kept in moderate fepSiff, Sflt sometimes' exceeding eight - f eet' • 'ift r ttidth. Half a day's j6ttfaey frola/ Amoy lies that "great road 11 that rlifls' ' +• almost straight from Pekin to 1 CftHtofl*/'', The peculiarity of it consists in ftd-i consecutive thirty yards being of the, * • same description. One part is CSm a posed of loose shingle, another is ,,; paved; herd it moitnts ott the top of a ' mudbaiikj ihefe it descends itttdv • a • nai'row ditch. 1h6 farmer" •*••', plows up tha highway 1 to increase./ the size ' of his field of^ he will take it into his head to odtt*'^ struct a. pond for irrigation purposes Where the road tised to be. South of tho Yang-tse-Kiangt a wheeled Vehicle ' is out of .place. In the North the / roads are better, and among a variety^ of methods of traveling the wheelbar- , row plays a groat part as a means of. locomotion. The labor of propulsion is assisted by hoisting a sail when the wind is favorable, and on ordinary occasions by attaching a mule in front. Them is no more ludicrous sight than that of a pompous Chinese gen* tleman bumping along, his round cheeks quivering like a jelly, while a - • perspiring coolie pushes tho shafts behind and endeavors to keep the barrow balanced. The springless one- horse cart, which has to encounter roads of the roughest kind, makes no provision for bodily comfort. It is stated on good authority that the, servant of an English embassador" ' actually got concussion of the brain ' from lying down when ill in the body of a cart/ of this kind. The- writer had a somewhat similar ex- / porionce when riding on a mail" cart over a corduroy road in British Columbia. Being sleepy he left the spring -seat, fixed in front and holding- three persons, and lay down behind, It was impossible to stay there long. Bumping over the round troo trunks of considerable diameter, which formed the pavement.the hard wooden cart seemed to rise up and smite every portion of his body. A rougher system of making a road can scarcely be imagined. Not less remarkable than the wheelbarrow was the method em-' ployed in Nepaul in the time of Tavernier the traveler, and prevailing in some out-of-the-way places still. o£ carrying passengers up and down the mountain tracks. The women of the country offer themselves as porters. On their shoulders they wear a strap, to which a large cushion is attached where the traveler seats himself. Ifc takes three women, relieving one another from time ; to time, to carry a man in this rough district. Ihe Ileggnr's 'Irlolc. Kepreseutative John H. Fow fancied himself well informed on the tricks of beggars, but has to admit that a new- one was worked on him. He was entering a Tenth-street restaurant, and, with his usual impetuosity, opened the swinging door with a violent push. A dull thud told him that the door had struck someone, and he was horrified to see a poorly dressed man of advanced years standing- in an attitude expressive of sudden pain, his face buried in his hands. "Did I swing the door open in your face?" asked Mr. Fow in :tones of apology. "Yes, and smashed me in the nose," \yhined the seedy man. A handful of change soothed tho wounded nose, and the seec"y man departed. "You're the fourth man that fellow'has caught to-day," said the bartender. He stands by the door and allows it to hit his knee." Then Mr. Fow sot 'em up. — Philadelphia Kecord, "Old Ironsides" Falling to The Constitution was assigned a place with the old ships ranged in a line called Kotten Row. And there she still lies, the only one left of that venerable group of naval pensioners. In a few years more nothing will be left of the "Constitution" but a. memory and a n»me. There is something very pathetic about the old hulk, m.oored by the wharf of the navy* yard entirely alone. A ropf has boon built over her to fit her fop a receiving- ship but it sadly disfigures her appearance, She cannot last long without repairs repeated from tUns to time, And yet, as a mattef of p.a* trioti$w.,§he ought tQ be retired and preserved, ag yearly 88 possible, formerly JooJice.d. ft ' Invented Artificial Frank O.Doschamps.tho inventor of artificial legs, is still living in Philadelphia, contriving new inventions, though seventy years old. It was over fifty years ago when Mr. Des- chanips, then an apprentice, was asked by his master to see what he could do for a foppish Frenchman who had lost a leg. At that time only wooden pegs were known, and the Frenchman was dissatisfied with this by no means elegant substitute, In two days young Descharaps had finished a complete model of an art;* fioial leg, with every movement of the natural limb cl upljoated. His master, had it patented, and ;t yielded him, a fortune. "I got fifty cents out of it," laughingly remarked Peschampa, "The Frenchman gave me that and told me to go over to Smith's island and enjoy myself. And I thought j was in great luok .at that," AVlsdom Teeth. Dentist— Madam, }'° u &i' e probably not aware that some people do W>^ get their Avisdpm teeth before theip 20th year, Tommy-^That'8 where you are off. Mamma got a whole mouthful of wis* dom teeth last yeav from a dentist in Ne\v Yorl?, and she is move than 40 years old. "' ' •'• '"' !"•••'•• ...... 'I -" • "'" Pius In |Im»qp, ; , tho Ninth was not without ft sense of humor, One while sitting lor his portrait to the paiRtor, speaking of a monte e ph.u,rph and not without taken Jite punishment; hands."— A.rg9n,au.t, '

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