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that such cares have been made. ana rejoics that they have not been sesixined. A matjority of the Demo crats who are embraced in this maove meat lave' just begun Zd rJr'i:7.- t strength of the iguzatw anud to recognize the fact tiat in their Lama rests the political power of the Scate under Demoeratie coiii ol. We be lieve that these neither eidorse Till man nor his statements or methols as such, bat that thevir sole desire is to promote the success of their own movement. This brings us to com mon ground. A majority of the farm ers in the movement care not so much for Tillman as for the success of the movement; the great majority of oth er Democrats do not object to the movement but do object to Tillman. We all agree that within the Demo cratic lines the farmers of the State have a decided and available majority, and can, with the assistance of their Democratic brethren of other avoca tions, so control the policy of the party as to secure to all classes their proper share of intluence in the ad ministration of the Government. The attainment of this result requires the free and cordial co-operation of all elements of the Democratic party. To secure such co-operation it is es sential that the nominee of the party for the high office of Go- ernor of this proud old commonwealth should not be a man who has besmirched her fair fame, slandered her officials, dis ortded her history, outraged her dignity, betrayed the confidence of his own supporters and endangered the integrity of the Democratic party by sowing the seeds of dissension among its members, and there are grounds for apprehension that in tha event of the refusal by the August Convention to order a primary elec tion and of the nomination of B. R. Tillman by the September Conven tion a large number of his opponents while acquiescing in such a result on grounds of party fealty and political necessity, can not be induced to give him that active support which alone will insure the election of the Demo cratic nominees in case the Republi can party puts a ticket in the filed. In the eyes of all true Democrats the mainteinance of white supremacy in the State and the preservation of the blessings of which that supremacy is the only guarantee, are of paramount consideration, superior to the aspira tions of any individual. The free and untrammeled expression of the popu lar will within the lines of the party organization, will constitute an au thoritative declaration which must command ready and willing obedi ence. But:such an expression can only be obtained by the adoption of the primory plan. This plan has been demanded by the March Con vention; the demand has been reit erated by the Democratic conference which assembled in Columbia on July 10th, and express the confident hope that it will be further reinforced by the voice of a united Democracy. From a verdict thus rendered there can be no appeal. The crisis confronting us is the gravest that has arisen in this State since 1876. The highest patriotism can alone prove equal to its exigen ces. It is time for demagogwes to be sent to the rear and loyal atid un selfish citizens brought to the front. It is with this conviction and in this spirit that this address is is sued to our.. Democratic brethren. That men nho belong to the same -househod'of political faith should be alienated from each other by the ar tifices of ambitious politicians, is as dangerous as it is unnatural and must redound to the lasting injury of the party ,and the State unless the breach is healed. [Signed.] Joas D. KENNEDY, IREDELL JoxES, EDwARD MCADy, JR. L. W. Yonaws, -,J. S. FowiER, T. W. WOODWARD. W. R. DAvIE, W. D. Joiissox, WALTER HAZARD. Columbia, S. C., July 17th, 1890. IT WAS A CRUEL JOKE Two Wags Creat. a Panic In a St. Louis Public Bath. ST. Louis, Mo., July 17.-A most amusing practical joke was carrned out successfully at the Natatorium, corner of Nineteenth andPine streets yesterday, but the perpetrators are to-day threatened with prosecution by their victims, Claude Martin and Thomas Crouch, two horse dealers who are widely known practical jo kers, prevailed upon a hostler to dress in policemau's clothes and go to the Natatorium. Thither also repaired Crouch and Martin. The two jokers were soon engaged in a seemingly desperate fight, and the sham police man rushed in to separate them. Like a flash he was tossed over the railing into the water among the throng of bathers, who had been open-mouthed spectators of the struggle. Rising to the surface the policeman drew his revolver and be ganring with the wildest haste and recklessness. The now panmc strick en bathers hurried from the water and rushed from the building in va rious stages of deshabille. One of them was arrested as a lunatic two blocks way. Others ran through the streets creating cansternation among pedes trians, to seek safety in saloons and doorways. In the melee the jokers escaped. It took the bath attendants a long while to sort and deliver cloth ing to the mortifietl fugitives who were in hiding at various points.in the neighborhood of the Natatori Without Food for Sixty Days. GALm, ILLs., July 15.--John Roth, who outdid Tanner in his celebrated fast, died yesterday at the county asylum, having passed his sixtieth day of absolute abstinence from food of any kind or nourishment, except a small quantity of water -which was forced into his stomach every twenty four hours. For such an absolute fast his record isno doubt the longest ever made. Recently Roth worked at Scales Mound, near this city, until attacked by progressive paralysis about two months ago, which inca pacitated him for work and he was unable to eat. After a week of fast ing he was brought to the county asylum on the 23d of May and there ng~rd for fifty-three days without -Emperor William, who seeks to iimtate in all things his illustrious ancestor, King Fredrick the Great, has recently adopted the latter s taste for white horses. Since the death of the hero of the '.Seven Years'W ar al most 130 years ago~horses of that color have been excluded from the royal nd imperial stables at Berlin. With in the last two or three weeks, how ever, both the emperor and the em press have repeatedly appeared mn public in carriages drawn by white a ndcem-clored horses. COMMITTEE'S AD)RESS. THE APPEAL OF THE RECENT CON VENTION. A Statement of The Situation, with Su;:::c tions to the Democratic Party of South Carolina. - In accordance with the instructions of the Democratic Conference which met at Columbia on July 10th. the following address has been issued by the Advisory Committee: To the Democracy of South Caro lina: All white Carolinians worthy of the race from which they spring and of the name they bear, and entitled to share in the traditions of the past, the prosperity of the present and the hope of the future, are Democrats. To such, and only such, we earnestly and confidently appeal. All that we have and are, all that we hope for and desire to transmit to our children depends upon the con tinuance of white supremacy in this State, and this supremacy upon our united devotion and loyalty to Dem ocratic principles, unity, harmony and organization within party lines obedience to the rules, and faith fin the justice and success of Democratic aims, proposes and methods. To each succeeding generation of our race is entrused the ark of civili zation, and upon each devolves the sacred duty of defending, preserving and transmitting our racial heritage of civil and religious liberty, the fruits of labor and of thought, the garnered stores of material and intel lectual wealth-all that is good of what our race has won and held by hand or brain, by valor, industry or wisdom, throughout the ages. - Is this generation of Carolina Democrats equal to the trust? Judg ing the future by the past, we unhesi tatinly answer, yes. It is, however, true that "eternal vigilance is the price of liberty," and the leas.t vigilant must now perceive that grave danger is impending over us. At a time when our State is prosperous beyond precedent. waxing each day stronger in material wealth, leading in the race for mechanical and industrial supremacy, our people living and thriving under laws made by legisla tors, interpreted by judges and exe cuted by officials of our own race and choice, with peace and security at home, respect and credit abroad, we are suddenly confronted. with such danger as has never before threatened the Democracy of this State-the danger of division in our own ranks. Infallibility and perfection are divine attributes and have never yet been granted to human wisdom or human institutions. If injustice has been done, errors have been com mitted or mistakes have been made, remember that to err is human; and remember also that the great party to which we belong is broad enough, strong enough, wise enough and just enough to right all wrongs, correct all errors, rectify -all mistakes and mete out equal and~ impartial justice to all men. Remember that all true Carolinians are Democrats and as such entitled to a full, free and equal share in the management, control and ~policy of the party, and that it re roierlecmbnt~ aih -f forts of all Democrats in the State to keep the Republican wolf from our door. As Democrats we know no class. Brothers in blood and race, destined to stand orfaltogether, we deprecate all efforts from whatever source to destroy the unity and in tegrity upon which the strength and life of our party depend. In order to better understand the position we now occupy, let us recall *the history of the mevement which has resulted in the conditions now onufronting us, and take counsel to gether on this extraordinary emer gency in our party affairs. A convention composed of farmers representing not less than twenty six counties in the State, held in the city of Columbia on December 1st, 1887, unanimously adopted the fol lowing resolations: "Resolved, that it is not the purpose of the farmers of the State to make their organiza tion a political body hostile to other classes, nor is it their intention to at tack the integrity of the State offcers nor their policy to arraign or dictate tothe Legislature." "That we believe in the thorough organization of the farmers of the State with the object and firm purpose of developing its agricultural resources." Thiese resolutionswere reported by *B. R. Thman as chairman of the committee on resolutions, were adopted without debate at his re quest, and expressed the purpose and scope of the movement inaugurated by him, and the will of the people re presented in that movement. In No vember, 1889, another convention of the Association was held in Colum Sbia with a small attendance, which elected a new executive committee, having G. W. Shell as president and chairman ex-offeio. No meeting of the Association was called or held in 1888, and the Shell Committee held over, their successors not having been appointed. In November, 1889, this committee met in secret without in structions from or notice to the As sociation, and authorized G. W. Shell as chairman ex-officio to issue a call for a convention to meet in Colum bia on the 27th day of March, 1890. Perverting the authority thus given andin wilful disobedience of the ex. pressed will and purpose of the As sociation as set forth in the resolu tions of 1887, G. W. Shell, over his signature and in his official capacity as president and ex-officio chairman, and with the connivance of B. R. Tmlman, as Timman himself declares, issued the call now known as the Shell Manifesto, in vhich he says "we will draw up he indictment against those who have been and are still governing this Starte," thus seek ing to arry the farmers in the posi tion of hostility to other classes of Democratic citizens, and to poison their minds against the officials to whom their party had entrusted the administration of the State govern ment since 1876. Forhis own selfish purposes the farmers have been taught that to criticise Tmmiian is to abuse the Farmers' Movement, that to oppose his methods or nomination is to oppose the farmers themselves,. and that to declare him unworthy of support is to say that the farmers have no right to meddle in politics or to suggest either men or measures to the party. We beg our brother Dem ocrats to disabuse their minds of all such ideas, and listen to us as friends who are equally interested with them in the true welfare of our State. .Not one farmer in ten believes the charges made in the campaign against the Democratic party or its officials. Every fair minded advocate of the ar.m.ner-omen+. sincerely regrets HE CAN GRAFT SRAINS. A Ner; M.'rk Surgeon irovt.. That i:ram wilch uusual demontsniaon are a.1t-nJed 1in c at a rat the atten tioln of the facUlty in 1very ucnt r. of techical learninw, in Europe. Regu larly the prOfessionis regaled with istoris: a -s they are called. of phenomal(I operation,.s by proiniient surgeous in this city. One of the most famous of these operators is Dr. WV. Gihuan .'hompsoni. professor of physiology in he New York Unive1 sity College and visiting physician to the Presbyterian and New York Hos pitals. Dr. Thompson's latest exper iment was the graf ting of the braix of one animal upon that of another. His sueecss opens the question of the possibility of the grafting of the brains of human beings. Dr. Thompson says: "It occurred to me recently, while studying cerebral localization in the lower animals. that it would be inter est:ng to GRAFT A PIECE OF BRAIN TISSUE from one side of a dogs brain to the other, or from one animal's braininto another's. and study its vitality. Of course I hadno expectation of being able to restoro abolished function by the operation, but the questioa of vitality of the brain tissue and the cause of its degeneration are subjects of very wide interest. The first ex periments were preliminary, made in order to ascertain whether the transplanted brain would be imme diately absorbed or would slough away. "I cut open the skulls of two large dogs and interchanged pieces of the brain tissue of each. On the third day both dogs were killed, and the transplanted pieces of brain looksd normal, and in each c-tse they were so firmly knitted together that it was impossible to pull them apart with a forceps without laceration. "The next experiment was with a cat and a dog. Three days later the cat was killed. The transplanted dog's brain was found where it had been placed, firmly adherent to the cat's brain. No microscopic examin ation was made in connection with the experiments, as they wereintend ed only to determine the possibil ity of the transplanted tissue adher ing. Being satisfied in regard to this matter, I proceeded to another ex periment. "I procured a street mongrel dog, opened his skull over the left lobe of the brain, and through the opening removed a small portion of brain tis sue. A cat was simultaneous by operat ed upon in the same manner, and the brain tissue of the cat and dog were interchanged. The openings were closed and treated. The dog made a good recovery from the opera tion, although he was very feeble for a few days and had to be fed artifi cially. Subsequently he appeared nor mal in every way, except the loss of vision. He was kIled at the end of seven weeks, when the piece of trans planted cat's brain was found firmly adhered to the dog's brain, with the pia mater intact. "Now, the features of interest in this experiment are the facts that, first: There is complete union through organic connective tissue of the con tiguous portions of the two brains; second, after seven weeks the cat's brain still maintained enough vitality to be distinctly recognized as brain tissue: third, brains of anim als of two very different species were thus made to unite. I think the main fact of this experiment, namely, that the brain tissue has suffcient vitality to survive for seven weeks the operation of transplanation without wholly los. ing its identity as brain substance, suggests an interesting field for furth er research, and I have no doubt that other experimenters will be re warded' by investigating it.-New York Star. Hle Left Disgusted. United States Prosecuting Attorney Colonel Patrick Henry Winston is completely disgusted with Spokane Falls. and says that he never wants to try another murder case in that country. "What is the matter with Spokane?" asked a friend. "Well, I will tell you," replied Mr. Winston. "I tried a case there re cently, and thought when I startedit that I had a dead sure thing. I proved conclusively that the woman who was accused of committing the murder bought a pistol the night that the deed was committed, and then spent an hour hunting around town for some cartriges to fit it. After getting the cartriges she went to the door of the victim's house and rang the bell. He answered it, and when he op'ened the door she filled him as full of holes as a sieve. Seven peo ple saw her do it. E~e died inside of ten minutes." "Well, I should think you had a pretty clear case," observed his friend. "That's what I thought," replied Mr. Winston, "but it seems that I didn't. The defense did not pretend to rebut any of the testimony of the prosecution. They simply put about a dozen medical experts on the stand who swore that the man died of Bright's disease of the kidneys, and the jury found the prisoner not guilty in less than ten minutes. Bahi!" and Mr. Winston walked down the street with a very disgusted expression on his countenance.-Seattle Press. . General Fremiont's Career. Gen. John C. Fremont, who died in New York Sunday, had an eventful career. The son of a French immi grant, he was boi-n in Savannah, Ga., in 1813, an:1 received a collegiate education. Appointed to a lieuten ancy in the United States corps of engineers, he penetrated the Rocky Mountains at two points, and won the title of "the pathfinder." He also defined much of the geography be tween the Rocky Mountains and the Pacific Coast, and bore a conspicuous part in the conquest of Upper Cali fornia. He represented California in the United States Senate from 1849 to 1851. The first candidate of the Republican party, he was defeated for President in 1856 by James Buchanan. General Fremont served as a major-general in the Union army during the late'civil war and at the present session of Congress was placed on the retired list, with the rank of major-general. As an evidence of how the culture of tobasco has increased in Nash county, N. C., where the culture was introduced in 18S4, a local paper states that one thousand tobacco barns have already been erected in that county. and that maniy more will be erected before the crop matures. Many of the farmers of that section have cleared from $300 to $400. an acre on their tobacco, figures wmich mar rarel ever eaualed anywhere. MARION'S MEEJ ING. !T IS MARRED BY A VERY FXCiTING EP!SDDE. An An;:ry Colloqy aect ween Captain Till man and 31r. Hughson ot the News and (Augla ('l1ronildtt IMEAo.N, S. C., Jlly 17. -All of Marion county turned out at the campaign meeting today. There were about two thousand people in attendance, among whom were a large number of negroes. With the exception of one incident it was one of the quietest and best ordered meetings yet held. This in cident occmred during Capt. Till man's speech and came near precipi tating bloodshed. For several min utes the situation was thrilling in the extreme. It has been the custom of Capt. Tillman in all of his speeches to re fleet severely on The Charleston News and Courier. In the course of his remarks today he paid his usual com pliments to that journal. referiing to it as that infamous lying sheet which continually misrepresented him by lying head lines and otherwise. Fol lowing a statement of thiskind today he told his audience to watch this meeting and tlge report of it in The News and Couier and observe the difference. The meeting was beiug reported for The News and Courier by Mr. Shirley Hughson, one of the staff members ot that paper. He was seated at the same table with The Chronicle correspondent, and as soon as Capt. Tillman made the remark, Mr. Hughson sprang to his feet and said: "Capt. Tillman, if you mean to say, sir, that I have ever misrepre sented you, you are an infernal liar and the truth is not in you." The two ien were within five feet of each other, and the eyes of both sparkled wiLh anger and resentment. Capt. Tillman -turned around and faced the newspaper man, making some remark which was drowned by the noise. They stood glaring at each other for a moment or more and in the meantime the audience began to sway with excitement. A chorus of voices said: "Put him off the stand, put him off the stand," and there was a wild rush made for the platform. Gen. Earle, Gen. Bonham and other friends on the platform advanced and placed themselves at the side of Mr. Hughson, while a score or more of anti-Tillman men crowded on the stage with open knives and other weapons of defense. Agaan and again the cry rang out: "Put him off, put him off, put him off." In obedience to the command three or four policemen with drawn clubs clinched on the banisters of the platform and started towards Mr. Hughson, who stood with one hand on his hip pocket and defied them to put their hands on him. Mr. Hugh son in the meantime was completely surrounded by his friends and the policemen were forced back to the ground. The platform literally trem bled under the weight and 'strain, and every moment threatened a hand-to-hand struggle between twenty or thirty men. Capt. Tillman appealed to his friends to keep quiet, but the only thing that prevented a row of the most serious nature was thatL the candidates and others blocked the entrance to the stand and thereby prevented the friends >f Capt. Till man from mounting it. When the excitement was at its height several of the candidates ap proched Mr. Hughson and com mended his action, while he received an ovation at the hands of the anti Tilman men generally. Large num bers called on him at the hotel dur ing the afternoon to offer their con gratulations. Many of Capt. Till man's friends, hcwever, regarded the declaration of Mr. Hughson unneces sary. They claim that Capt Till man's remark had no specific appil cation to Mr. Hughson, and was not intended to reflect on him. Capt. Tillmnan concluded his speech as soon as the excitement subsided, but before doing so he called on his supporters to hold up their right hands. What appeared to be three - fourths of the crowd raised their hands. Capt. Tillman, as on yesterday, commented severely on the proceed ings of the anti-Tillmah conference of Columbia. He referred to Col. Joseph Barnwell's speech and other demonstrations as embodying threats of assassination as a means to pre vent him from being Governor. This brought about an exciting colloquy between him and Gen. Earle, which led up to the episode with Mr. Hughson. The speeches of Gens. Bratton and Earle were strong and aggressive, and were listened to without inter ruption. LACY JUMPS ON EARLY. Th General's Private and Public Record Bitterly Assailed. FREERICKSBURG, Va., July 14.-In response to the interview with Gen. Early, which has appeared all over the country, denying that Gen. R. E. Lee ever told Maj. Horace Lacy that if he (Lee) retired from command he would recommend Gen. Mahone as his successor, Maj. Lacy has published a card, in which he deals not gently wth Gen. Early's record, public and private, both before and since the In his interview Gen. Early de nounced Maj. Lacy as a liar and a crank. In his reply Maj. Lacy says in substance that Earley's non-recol lection of what passed at Richmond at the unveiling of the Lee monument between himself and Early, concern ing the conversation with Lacy, is proof of his debauched condition on that day. He says Early is not only a miserable liar, but his private char acter is in keeping with the hie which has stamped his brow ever since this controversy began, and that what he said was literally true. Then Lacy turns on Early's mili tary career, and says that whether in tent, at drill or on the parade he was invariably drunk, and the only noto riety he has attained since the war was his love for gambling-houses and other places of ill-fame, and his con cubinage with a negress. His card closes in this manner: "I am a Democrat, and have no sympa thy with Maihone or his tactics. and I am opposed to him as a politician. In justice to myself I feel I should reirate what I hav'e already said, and I regret that I have to deal with this miserable cur, who is trying to exhag d-munn for bravery." gow a Newspaper Correspondent Aste ished a Company of Coss;acks. A newspaper correspondent. David Ker, traveling in central Asia., came one evening upon a Cossack camp. Fires were blazing, and round the, were stretched the men. resting after a hard day's march. The traveler had been long on the road, and with his white Russian forage cap and travel stainea clothing looked so much like the Cossacks themselves that he en tered the camp quite unnoticed. Then he sat down on a stone and took out a colored map of the country, knowing well that the strange sight woula brine the men about him immediately. -go it proved. I suddenly became sware of a gaunt, sallow, gray-mus tached visage-so criss-crossed with saber scars as to look like a rmilway map-peering over my shoulder. Then anuother and another carme edging in, till I was conpletely surrounded by wild figures and grim faces. "'What's that picture, father? We can't quite make it out.' "*It's not a picture at all, brothers it's a plan that shows me the very way by which you have come here from holy Russia and all the places you have passed through.' "Then, seeming not to notice the looks of unbelief and the meaning grins with wvhich my heare-:s receivea what they considered to be a most out rageous lie, I went on: "-Up here. at Orenburg, you passed the Ural river and then noarched east ward to Orsk, where you crossed the frontier and turned to the southeast.' 'So we did, comrades!' shouted hall a dozen voices at once. -Ie speaks thi' truth-so we did.' -"Then you passed Fort Kara Butak, crossed the Kara Koum desert, and halted here and here and hcre,'-nam ing and describing the various posts. "The Cossacks istened open-mouth ed to the familiar names, and the ex cited clamor was followed by a silence of utter amazement. Then one said: 'Father, can you show us the very place where we are now?" 'To be sure I can, my lad. See, that black spot is the village yonder. there's the river twisting and winding, and here is your camp.' "There was another pause of blank bewilderment, and then the scarred veteran with the gray mustache asked in awe-stricken whisper: "But, father, tell me, for the love of heaven, if we've marehed a thousand miles since leaving holy Russia, how can it all go into a little scrap of paper no bigger than an Easter cake?'" Two Fools and Their Money. The eccentricities of the late Dr. Henry Hiller and wife of Wilmington, Mass., whose fad was magnificently earved and luxuriously upholstered burial caskets, have been described in the press already. The doctor's funeral took plase a year ago, and the corpse was carried to its last resting place in a silk-lined, gold-plated. elaborately carved casket of solid mahogany. Not satisfied with the ghostly magnifi cence of a ycar ago the widow has been at work- on the construction of new caskets, one foi her husband, the other for herself. Each casket is in two parts, the basket proper and the sarcophagus. The material in all frour is solid mahogany, imported specially from South America. The upholster ing inside is as elaborate as money could make it. Corded silk of the value of $40 a yard is the material used. The lids are made of separate panels, highly polished, richly carved, and fastened by solid gold hinoes, with knobs of solid gold for opening them. The doctor's new casket is fastened by a heavy brass door of Gothic design, having a knob made of six pounds of solid gld. On the panels are solid gold tbets ascribed with the doctor's favorite passage of Scripture. Mrs. Huller has also made for herself a burial robe of which it may be truly said that it beggars description. The dressmaker comnpleted it after four months' labor and an outlay of $20,000. The robe is made of white ottoman silk, corded heavily. There is also a wilderness of white silk lace running in perpendicular panels and tuckel and gathered and fluted until it stands out to a distanee of. five inches. The +.otal outlay by Mrs. Hiller will be nsi *ar short c'f $500,000. The cnausoleum will be of hammered gran ite. In the four walls will be built windows, through which it is planned to have rays of colored light enter, a :lifferent light to each window, which, blending, will fall upon the caskets rusting side by side within.-Bostona 'rald. Bargainting in Alglers. You select your goods with slow de libern.tion, pile them together casually in a little heap, eye them askance with an inquiring glance, and taa a cory~ temnplative pull or two at the inspiring weed in solemn silence, says a writer in the Gentleman's Magazine. Mo hammed Ali responds with a puff from his cigarette in grave concert. Thon you walk once or twice up and down the piazza slowly, and, jerking your head with careless ease in the direction of your selected pile, you inquire, as if for abstract reasons merely, in an off hand tone, your Moslem friend's lowest cash quotation for the lot as it stands. Two hundred francs is the smallest price. Mohammed Ali paid far more than that himself for them. He sella simply for occupation it would seem. Lok at the work, monsieur. All graven brass, not mere repeusse metal, or real old chain-stitch, alike on both ides-none of your wretched, corn mon-place, modern, machine-made em broidery. You smile incredulously, and remark with a wise nod that your Moslem friend must surely be in error. A mis take of the press. For 200 francs read 50 francs. Mohammed Ali assumes an expres sive attitude of virtuo~us indignation and resumes his tobacco. Fifty francs for all that lot! Monsieur jests.. He shows himself a very poor judge, in deed, of values. Half an hour's debate and ten suc cessive abatements reduce the lot at last to a fair average price of 70 francs. Mohammed Ali declares you have rob bed him of his profit, and pockets his cash with inarticulate grumblings in the Arab tongue. Next day you see in he Rue Bab-Azzoun that you have paid Limn at least 30 francs too much for your suluosed barzain. Jas-..ce in Ireland. Mary Ryan, an evicted tenant, who :ared to return to the estate in Ireland romn which she had becr turned off, as just been released from prison. where she had served two yecars for her seinous offense, which was contrued as . contempt of court. One of Franklin's Stories. In the third year of the revolution the British government proposed to make peace and grant the colonies the privilege they had demanded on the condition that they should pay the ex penses of the war. Franklin replied that the proposal reminded him of something that hapuened when he lived in London. A Trenennu~m, who was a little out of his head, heated a poker red-hot and then dashed into the street, exehtimin;ii to the first man he met: " Me stick dis into. you six inches." - No von don't" was the re ply. - Well, den me stick it in dree inches!" '-No. sir!" was the more enm phatic reply. " Well deni. sare, you will of course pay me for heating de eaige of tie precipice-then his face, on which anticipated triumph sat en throned. The cord slipped slowly through her grloved hand. and at last she stepped aside. for the lashing about the tree now Ihd lhim up. She crept near the brink of the dizzy height and listened for a sound from the man below. A slight swaying of the rope that rested on the rock told her that he was swin-ing himself in ward toward the iower, and she watched his movements with the eye of the basilisk. Gradually the movement ceased. "Ethel!" came up from below. "What Frank?" "I have not the flower!" "Bravo!" she said, and then rose, pale as ashes. "I will do it now!" she said, under her breath, glancing up at a cloud rapidly nearing the moon. "Georgina Gren ville, you have won him, but shall never wear him! You have stolen him from me; this evening I steal him from you!" Her eyes now flashed with anger, and heti bos6m rose and fell tumultuously with passion. The renewed oscillation of the rope told her that he was ascending and, springinr toward the tree, she drew a knife. ft was a beautiful, ivory-han died knife, and-the shining blade there of was strong. She dropped, suddenly grown calm. beside the rope. and looked up at the cloud again. The fragmented edges were crossing the rim of the moon, and while she looked she held her breath. The shadow advanced; such a cloud sever retrogrades; fate was behind it. Gradually the moon was eclipsed, and when that eclipse was at its full the headstrong girl turned to the rope. "This is my revenge, Georgina Gren ville!" she hissed, and the knife struck the cord. The next second there was a voice at the cliff. -Ethel, Eth-great heaven-my-" The rope was severed, and the cry.of the student, hurled headlong down in to the torrent of mad waters that plunged through the bed of the chasm, was stifled. A moment later the moonteams fell upon Ethel Dane, standing alone be neath the tree, pale as death, but triumphant. By and by she crept to the edge of the cliff, and found-one leaf ofthat beautiful flower, glued to the rock by the pressure of his hand! She could not touch it, and while she looked it fell of its own accord down, down, after him. How she listened for a wail; but none came up. How she strained her eyes to catch a glimpse at hiin lying on the drenched baok below-dead, but no such sight rewarded her. The silence of death hun- abou.t the cliffs of Elles mere-as wei it might, for the noblest youth in the land had sold his life for a flower! And a young girl stood over his un . known grave with a stain of murder on her soul! Ethel suddenly started from the cliff and toiled at the end of the coiled rope a long time. Then she walked away and entered her home alone. The house was deserted, for she had been alone for several days. Her parents r were absent on a visit, and as she had answered the ring at the bell herself the servants did not know who had called. Therefore Frank Hazel's visit ' had not been known. I She would keep the dread secret of his doom in her own breast, and for 1four years she kept it well. 1In the little churchyard of Boyleston may bes seen an unpretentious marble fslab bearing this inscription: "Frank 1Hazel, aet. 19. They whom the gods love die young." Above the name is carved a beautiful lily falling from its stem. SThree days after the tragedy his -body was found, and in his hand was crushed the flowor for whose posses sion lie had imperiled and lost his life. BEthel could tell but little concerning his death. He had discovered a rare flower somewhere among the rocks, and he had told her that nothing was easier than to let himself over the oliffs by a rope and secure the botanical prize. This was all she told, and his fellow-students said that his love for botany had cost a life. With the secret shared by the grave and Ethel's heart, unknown to the world, I say four years passed. From a lovely girl the vuluptuous Ethel had grown into radiant woman hood, accomplished and admired, the reigning belle of Bath, many long miles from the cliffs of Ellesmnere. IHer father was dead, and she pre sided over a luxurious home, which she shared with a dignified maiden aunt. If many wooers came to her side, it was no fault of hers, for she was beau tiful, as beautiful as the lily of the cliffs. She dismissed lovers with a "no" that but intensified their adoration; but at last she gave her heart away. The fortunate man was Sir Robert Mortimer. a wOaW baronet. She loved him. I say this knowingly; that love intensified by years, which she had bestowed on Frank Hazel, she gave to him. He was gratified, and the day was announced. . . . . * * "Will you please direct me to the residence of Mis Dane?" The speaker was a woman clad in a close-fitting black dress and heavily veiled. She addressed a policeman, who gave her the requisite directions. She knocked gently at the front door. "Is Miss Dane in?" "She is in her chamber, still up, I believe." "Can I see her?" "I'll see. What name?" The woman in black hesitated, but presently answered: "Say one who knew h'er long ago, and and that I must see her to-night." The servant disappeared, and a few moments later the visitor was ushered Iinto Ethel's boudoir. The beautiful woman sat at a writinG table, partly en dishabille. She looke2 up at the visitor, and then started to her feet. "Georgina Grenvile, is it von?" "Yes." Half an hour after the black-robed woman was let out by the same servant who was summoned to Ethel's roomi. I(I am now dealing with sworn testi mony, given at tho Coroner's inquest.) 3She found her mistress apparently calm. Ethel placed a paper in her -hand, and bade her take it to a particu lar chemist whose shop was always kept open v-ery late. She did so, and Ireceived a small vial containing a p ink 3ish liquid. This she delivered to Ethel, who dismissed her after requesting her to wake her at seven the next morn The "next morning" Ethel Dane never saw. It was her wedding day; but she lay on her conch dead; and her icy fin gers, resting on a small table, touched a bottle quite empty. labeled "Hydrate of Chloral." Why had she taken her own life? -Her botrothed could not tell; to her aunt, even, the motive was enveopedl in mystery, and detectives were put on the track of the woman in black. I'he shrewdest of the lot caught her at Boylestoni. This par1t of her confession may in terest the reader: "I was on the Boyleston sidIe of the lifs th~at nigrht. I saw him dlescend. I. sa Ethel D~ane stoop over' the rnope with a knife. Then the cloud came over the moon. But I heard the sever ing of the cord, and his ery. I knew hat she had sent him to his death. I ITHLEl DANPS RI[NG[. I have seen enougly to know that he is trifling with me-that her (loll-like face and balv tone have taken him from me; an4 I will not endure it louier. This evening I will show him that Ethel Dane's love can not be wounded with imipunity, and I will strike her, I hope, to death. He said he would come this evening-come to get me the flower." The speaker. a beautiful girl. just conpleting her seventeenth year, stood at a deep bay window, whose thick curtains almost hid her well-rounded form. A pair of white hands were clinched.as if in anger, and dark eyes contrasted vividly with ashen lips. A splendid gold watch, sparkling with diamonds, glistened in a black belt, and she consulted it as the last words fell from her tongue. "Georgina Grenville, if I can not outwit you I will don the veil and hide my face from the world forever. De sioinedly you have drawn him to your sie but, as designedlv, I will take him away. It is almost death to cross the path of a Dane. Perhaps you haie not learned this, for you are young. Inexorable fate has decided that I must be your teac.,ir. I accept the de cision, and this evening I teach you a lesson you will never forget. Yes! But there he is! I diA not see him come up the walk. Where were my eves?" The silvery tones of the front door bell interrupted Ethel Dane, and springing from the parlor, she an swered tle summons in person. A beardless youth, whose dark eyes matched her own so well, stood on the steps and spoke her name in rich tones. His appearance was noble, his face prepossessing, and told that he had not yet reached his majority. "Are you ready for the walk,Ethel?' he asked. 'The evening is truly beau tiful, the winds sleep, and The Queen of night Shinesfair with all her virgin stars about herl I skirted the gorge and listed to th noise of the mad, muddy current. J saw the flower-that pretty flower, Ethel." "So it is still there!" she cried eager ly. "It is, and in the moonlight lookec lovelier than efer. We will get il presently. See!" and drawing his coal aside he revealed a coil of rope. "I shall greet the sun from your boudoi window to-morrow, Ethel; I want t< see it in your hair." She smiled. "But yu shall not risk your life t< gratify a foolish wish of mine," sh said. -Let the flower wither where i was born." "No, no; it -rew there for you, anc you alone shalThave it. Come, Ethel Wot me go; I am impatient." He waited at the door until she hac thrown some light vestment over he: Lead, and then walked away at he: ide. "The rain was a flood at Ellesmere, he said plucking' a leaf from the elm 1i whose dim shade they were walking "and its waters have reached the gorge You can hear them now, Ethel." The roar of angry waters grew loude as they'advancedthrough the wood,ani at last they paused directly above thi torrent. The chasm of Ellesmere, th deepest in all Cumberland, was befor< them; and far below the cliffs in thi moonlight the waters rushed towar the sea. It was a narrow chasm, dangerously deep, and its sides were il many places quite perpendicular. Il other places concavities existed; an< there, nourished by the drip, drip c the stones' icy perspiration, beautifu ferns and flowers flourished. Frank Hazel had often accompanie< Ethel to the spot they had reached. Hi; hands had fashioned a rustic settee,ani placed it near the edge of the preci pice. There, with the moon abovi them and the waters beneath, the; had passed many hallowed hours. Ha admired the impassioned girl; but: I can not say that he loved her. But a 19 years of age he did not think ver; much of the tender passion; his studie at his tutor's residence not far fron the cliffs had kept him from the court; of the little go'd. But he loved the so iety of woman, the lisp of little girl; 'nd their pardenable foibles. Ethel Dane loved him from the first He seemed her beau-ideal of a lover and into her adoration she threw th< wealth of her passion-thz voluptuous nessof her heart. She was happy in th< thought that he smiled on none bu her, until she discovered that his nami was often on the lips of Georgia Grenville, a girl whose father owne< a small estate on the Boyleston side o the chasm. The discovery irritatet he. She watched, and heard more and her jealousy magnified molehill: a thousand diameters. "I wo:1 him first!" she was wvont t< exclaim when alone. "Georin: Grevill e shall never wvear him! W~ha I can not wear I will destroy!" Frank Hazel had often leaned ovel Ellesmere Crags and plucked ferns ani flowers for the impassioned beauty' hair. She encouraged him in this; i recalled the days of chivalry, of whicl she was extremely fond; and he, fear. less to a fault almost, delighted to wit the green and scarlet gems. One da: while wandering along the Boylestoi side of the cliffs, the young studen discovered a wondrously magnificen flower that peeped from a cliff in the rocks perhaps twenty feet below th< settee I have mentioned. He hastened across the chasm and examined the flower. It s'eemed al first a genuine tiger lily, but whilei belonged to the lily family it could nol bear that particular name. It was as large as his hand and grev upon the end of a rich emerald stem Its six spreading, somewhat crisp part: or leaves were rolled back at points and its ivory-white skin was thickl: studde4d with scarlet points or studs To enhance these beauties, in the mid dIe of each of the six parts a broat stripe of light satin yellow graduall; lost itself in the delicacy of the ivor; skin. The light that fell upon it wva directly from above, and the beautifu stripes acquired the appearance of gen te streamlets of Australian gold. Our hero could not touch the flower but when he described its beauties t< Ethel Dane, and heard her wish t< possess it, lhe resolveti tnlat ne woui< rob the rock and please her. He camo to the Dane's house on th evening that witnessed the opening o our story~prepared to secure the match less specimen of botany. He carried strong rope beneath his coat, and afte satisfying himself that the rock stil guarded the prize lie began to prepart for the undertaking. Ethel watched him make a loop al one end of the rop~e, with somiething like a gleam of revenige in her darli eye, and when lhe fastened the cord tc a vounir tree that stood near' the edgi of the cliff. she saidl, "Frank the ropt might brcak!" "Break? No Ethel, it would hane a giant," lie said, smiling. "You wil put on my gloves and let me down slowly. 1 ean aseend, you know with out asistance." She put on the almost womanish gauntlets lie extended. and he dropped the loop over th-e cliff. Then, putting his nether limb over lie found the rope and put his feet into the noose. Now, down we go, Ethel!" lie said, looking up smiling. ''Keep the rope tight andi let it slip through 5our tin ge-s slowly!" She was very strong for a girl of her years and she held thy rope as he had diretd. ranted to see her happIness -ain :omplete. I lonaed for her we ddng wve. It came. 7 went to her house tnd told her what I had witnessed. 3he could not deny it. Thus I made ier too miserable for this life. When [ left her she said that I had blighted er life, and death she sought in Jhe poison's sting. I loved Frank Eazel. He was to have married me on bis twenty-first'birthday." The detective released her. In a pleasant village in Cumberlana , mother looks with love upon a bright eyed boy. Her face is familiar. Geor gina Grenville is a rich farmer's wife, and the boy's name is Frank Hazel Chartney. Her husband does not claim all of her iove. Some of it is buried in a grave. -Evening World. IN PURSUIT OF SNAKES. A Collector's Hunt After a Rather Ugly Looking Reptile, There Is a popular prejudice against even the most harmless snakes, and few people would carry the collector's rage so far as to attempt the capture of an ugly-looking reptile with the bare hands. But the born naturalist, like the born sportsman, does not mind any slight risk when his blood is up. In Sherman F. Denton's "Incidents of a Collector's Rambles" is the following account of an incident belonging to his stay in Australia: Snakes were rather numerous, and one day, while walking in the thick Pcrnb, I came across a large, light brown one, coiled upon the ground. He was by far the largest specimen I had ever seen at large, and was proba. bly ten or twelve feet long, and as thick as a man's leg at the knee. I thought at first I would shoot him in the head with a light charge of shot, and carry home his si *. Then I con. sidered that, if taken alive, he would be worth five times as much. Feeling about in my pocket and game bag.I at last found a leather strap with a buckle. I drew the strap through the buckle, making a noose, and thus armed, started cautiously toward his snakeship, intending to put the noose over his head. As soon as I came nearjie partly coiled, opened his mouth very thereby disclosing his sharp teeth hissing spitefully, struck at dodged behind a small tree, an ing out as far as I dared, tried times to noose him. He was v age, and looked powerful e crush me in his folds. At are my courage was at ebb. - After I had teased him time, he suddenly decided company, and started off I caught up my n and him, and. by a runnin scrub, managed to head stopped. coiled up again, tried the noose. He was occasion, putting his he coils in a very sulky man soon as I reached out, an by the tail he pulled awa . force and started off once This time he took refu fallen tree;and before I co d off, he was gliding down the ho some wild beast, which was partly ealed by the dead branches. I reach the spot just as the lst two or three feet were going down, and seizing his tail with both hands, I hung on desper ately. With my feet braced against a limb of a tree, I pulled till the tail cracked and snapped, as if it would break asunder. Sometimes he pulled me within a few inches of the hole,. and then I would brace up on the limb, and irag him half way out. At last I grew so tired that I had to et go my hold,and, with many regrets, Ssaw the last few inches of the tail lisappear beneath the ground. "Me and Jim." Half a dozen of us stood at the dg of the Erie passenger doepot in Buffto when we saw a tramp bearing dewn upon us. There was considera~.e comment on his looks, and some guessing as to what excuse he wodd rge, and as he came up one of Ae boys said: "Come, now, but you want to get on to Cleveland to see your wife die, dodt you?" "Ah! I recoonized him at a inot added a secon<. "He is the man 'wth the ossified liver." "No he isn't," put in a third. 'de is the man who neiver recovered frem the Chicago fire." The tramp looked from one to *0 oter with very serious face, and wen the'laugh had died away he said: "Gentlemen you are all off. If fee have five minutes to spare please come with me." We followed him through the depot and out into the yards, and there on. a platform was something covered wih a tarpaulin. He raised this, and we aw the crushed and mangled rema of a man. "My partner, Jim," he explained. "We've traveled tootether for many . ear, me and Jim, Ymut this is the end. We came in on the bumpers lastnl, and he got a fall under the whel down here in the yards." "Say, we didn't mean to hurt yn feelings," replied one of the boys. "Oh, of course not. Foor old Jbni! Poor, ragged, and ignorant, ou;tse as steel, and he never done no mian harm. G.ents, I'm a tramp, but no beggar. I don't want any help, but if you feel like chipping in a bit for noor old Jim I'll get him a white shirt fi be buried in, have a barber shave hi and when the coroner orders imn off to pauper's field I'll throw a few nowers into the pine box to take the curse off." Andaha the porold tramp ia his pauper's coffin sleeps the better for what we gave.-N. Y. Sun. The Hardest Worker in Jamaos. Everywhere, where the water is quie in bays and harbors, one sees the man grove at its silent, ceaseless work. The parent trunk, growing~ from a little pink stem, shoots up into a low shrub with wide-spreading branches, clothed perpetually with glossy green leaves. From these branches long slender roots drop into the water beneath, where, mB the muddy soil at the bottom, they themselves take root, and in turn be come trunks and trees. And everya where under the snake-like net-work of roots which rise out of the muddy soil. and in a tangle of branches above, life is pulsing and rustlino. Innumerable crabs, with long red legs and black bodies peppered with white spots, scurry and crawl in and out upon the rank mud beneath the arching roots, aid droll hermit-crabs draw them selves with a click into the burrowed houses-strange-looking shells with long spines, curious spirals, mottled with blue and gray and yellow. In the days of th~e Spaniards vessels used to sail up the Rio Cobra to Spanish Town; now it is wellnig'h choked with the wash of centuries. T enter it you pass around a long spur of sand that stretches far out into the bay, a roosting-place for sleepy pelicans resting from their fishing----old Joes," as the islanders call them. The channel, barely deep enough for the light canoes of the fishermen, is tortuous and wind. ing, and further up along its course is nearly roofed in by overarching trees, and bordered by iinpenetrable thickets that now forever shut out the life that used to come and go between the har bor and San Jago de la Vega.-Howard