Pittston Gazette

              1 v • . «v\ i», • mm, Cj*, wia. J&- - ** f'^'SKSS'" II 11 the - i,g • ■er, late ruiiniiismUs't Art, Vs Nary, now mrmUtmtat Hn» C1 the following story to a Phftere porter of a t«j rfMMb — in American «0or • le says: George Laofcaad,'aa MHh the United State* Navy  ar, and stationed oahoard tkt ptBDD latabdin, West Gulf blockading  no htabod^°tiitinmlMM ■ie year lMtomtMHlftp crew on the ship • North Pacific. is stationed la the bow at m ; distance tram thetei£w4te ho had sighted a whaife aai rnster with aU InSte within proper distance, La»- harpoon, striking thatettMftf ~ manner the lis* nIm _ the body of on* ct tea ■nan suddenly sank, whenianoa transferred bis tee to ahoalaata T into the ocean in aid-of thedrowa. now maddened by his teat Aowjiade a rush for Mm Inti ft»- md horrible to relate,  managed to regain the boat, while Max caught by the whale between lie position being inside the mooj. juth, with nothing protruding but , . his arms. T» «ti)» ft. iMa Tm jP»4 i» jreality within the Jaws of faaii 1 can the whole ir&tantly plunged dowa iate tea and, in the words of Leonard tteHK, r~2*h femed to be going down, down into eternity Itself;* The imprisoned men, after all thia, had aot st his presence of mind. Ha-mwteteA-Mi .ire bodily stmgte-aad he WayvW-n—actually bracing kiaaM la sate a to compel the fish to spread Ma — the same time, with hie arm te*t - .ree, he grabbed the sheath knife eat at a socket, eutting right aad lift, Ma tetwr vas» there a sufficient opwlm ■safe tea Leonard forced hit body oatekfe surf see ka iwiin. wImh ■«* he found himself within an his boat He was aval whale's violence and the *ere very vWhte and he was always aetefcbrother naval officers terulW Wr • i.rnHKU l«M. » ■•.. (li. a*, i. Oldest "ewsoauei id the Wvomiiig Vallev PITTSTON, L PR AY, NOVEMBER 29, 1889. A Weejdy Local and Family Journal. After all, perhaps the pillows haCl slid out of the bed in a natural way, and lay only just a little beyond her reach. But rather than stretch her arm out again in the dark space, she preferred to put up with the bolster doubled. bed. with its pau-iiise hangings to 0011- 1 made my way noiselessly in a straight ceal the lurking murderer. line down the room until I got opposite Tie-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac. the door, then I made a rush for it across My ear had become so familiar to the , the open space. I got to the door, and brisk movement of my watch that, the with furious haste groped about for the slightest sound was audible above it. , key—it was gone! And a sound, slight indeed, I heard. | I grasped the handle, in the hope that To my mind, dwelling then upon as- I might oe able to tear the lock otf; the sassins, it sounded like the drawing of a screw had been taken out, and the knob dagger from its sheath. slid off the spindle in my hand. . I was my head toward the side from lost. which the sound seemed to proceed, I It astonishes me now to think with fancied I saw the heavy curtain move: if' what celerity and adroitness these prewas between me and the lamp. The cautions against my escape had tosen movement was as slight as the sound. If made. it was a fact that I heard one, it was a I The man had not rushed after me; fact that I saw the other. | there was no desperate pursuit of that I drew mvself up gradually, and, lean- kind; he knew I wan trapped. Only as I ing forward, I suddenly flung back the turned my eyes back to the place where curtain with my left hand. There was he stood, I perceived that the light was no resistance to my hand: nothing to be dying out. seen beyond but tlie lamp burning stead- "There was but a narrow row of blue ilyonthe table, the saddle-hack chair, flame above the wick; it faded away, and and the dim outline of the big chimney- all was dark. pieqe. • . There are degrees of darkness; this I got upon my knees, and pushed the deemed to me the last degree. I felt as curtain flat against the wall, to be sure if I was sunk in a lake of pitch. that there could bv no possibility be any- If I called for help, it was not certain one concealed in the heavy folds—to as- that the heavy sleeping Judge would sure myself that my suspicion was ut- hear me. Possibly Sir Edmund was vet terlv without foundation. awake, but I thought of Edith, and be- This end of the room was comparative- sides I knew that before assistance could ly light, and the saddle-back chair was so come, before the door could be burst, all placed as to preclude the possibility of would be over. any one hiding beyond it. . , Probably my foe was already approach- If the eurtain had indeed moved, it J ing me; my cry would be the signal for must have been by a hand from under him to spring upon me. the bed. It was easier to believe that I i No, my only chance of escape was in had been mistaken in seeing the slight maintaining silence, and keeping him in movement than to suppose that I had ignorance of my pC .ition. If accident overlooked a concealed thief when I brought us into contact. I trusted to my looked under the bed to satisfy Van physical strength and good luck to be a Hoeck; so I let the curtain fall, and lay match for him and his knife in the sub- my br«un. i btjeuietl to Ui no longer touching the ground, but whirling round and round through space; my arms dropped by my side. I knew that I was powerless, yet I retained a certain kind of consciousness. I was sensible that the difficulty of breathing no longer troubled me. I knew that the man was binding my arms to the post, and I remember thinking, in the mused manner of a half-intoxicated person, what a fool he must be to bind m« when I could no longer make resistance. I was perfectly conscious when he began to tie mv feet to the post below, fori had then sufficiently overcome the effect of the opiate to think of resistance. I tried to struggle and to scream, but to no pur pose; my will had lost all power over my muscle. And this terrible impotency reminded me of Van Hoeck's half-uttered simile: "Cramped in a coffin, and tb clods falling—falling!" What astonished me was the surp. facility with which the man execute* work in the darkness that then gtr~~ ' He seemed to have no difficulty at finding the ends of the sheets with he bound me, and knotting their ly. And when I was safely piniC unbuckled the strap that bound tl Hesi»er to my wrist, without ha\ seek for the tongue of the strap, at. self might have had to do. "W-ll iL . i •• ' The Saertt. I have heard • fearful secret: To the Shah I viU not telMt; I will hide It from my sweetheart. From my merry, dear companions, When they ask. TilllAUE'S PILGMIIGE. at tlie tront or the stnoKostacK, loomng out upon an ocean of ipecac." i«o men just alike, ana the result different. God only knows "why." Jonah J. W. Kietsl*- United Staf dale, Pa., to delphia Presi experience a whale. master In civil v boat K ron, io'18K!, hibiMd marks I bis words. ODe of the [ whaler in tht One day he whaleboat a ioi a brave crew r made for the monster patch. When ' ard thew his and deep. In some running out caught men in such board. The Leonard and sprai ing sailor. The whale, ing blood. markable friend hac? he himsel' his jaws. ster'g one of The beautiful "Church of Roses," which was sent to Dr. Taliuage by one of his Brooklyn admirers, is in an admirable state of preservation, notwithstanding the inability of the stewards to place it in the refrigerator because of its en-. ormous size. In length it measures 5 feet; width. 2 feet. The height of the church proper is feet, and the distance from the ground to the tip of the steeple is 6J feet. It stands at the'ipper end of one of the center dining room tables, and its steeple is in close proximity to the organ, the sweet tones of which support the voices of worshipers during devotional exercises. Dr. Talmage's intention is to present this marvel of beauty and of floral wealth to some unsectarian charitable institution on our arrival at Liverpool. He was greatly touched by the gift of this magnificent tribute of gratitude from one whom he bad helped to find peace for a troubled spirit The last leisurely occasion which I en joyed with the doctor before we landet iu Liverpool, our conversation was on literary subjects, when be spoke wrtt pride of the rank acltieved by Olivet Wendell Holmes as a master in English literature. He told- me that he once called on the most versatile of literary Americans, and spent two hours in hie company. "This," continued lie, "was one of the most delightfully eqtertaining of all my social experiences. I sincerely regret, and always shall, that I did not put cm paper the substance of the great author's charming conversation; but. although I cannot now recall it distinctly, the visit and the circumstances attending it constitute one of the most pleasant reminiscences of my life." Riding in Liverpool from the pier to the hotel, Dr. Talmage gave me informar tion which I bold to be of public value. For a good while after taking oar placet he was thoughtful and silent, and I gathered from his subsequent discourse that he was meditating on the subject of his next book, "The Life of Christ," and the power of the divine example in shap ing human life. Suddenly leaning ovei he said to me: "Did I ever tell you aboui f*. letter of Tlxxaar ~ lyle.' "No," 1 replied, "not that remember." "Well," said he, "I nevei land in this country but thai X think ol my first trip to Europe and the visit i made on that occasion to Helen Chal mere, the daughter of the great Scotcl divine and reformer. I had a greal louging to see her and to talk with her and I had hardly put my foot on Eng lish soil when I determined to gratifj my ambition. I had heard thai she was comfortably located in Edin burgh, and that in the squajit quarter of that city she conducted a sor of nursery and sewing school. So ! made arrangements to go to Edinburgh and soon found her, and had a most de lichtful visit. We talked about hei sainted father, and in the course of thi conversation she said: 'Perhaps, Dr Talmage, you woiild be pleased to set some of father's autograph letters.' j thanked her very cordially, and told hej that it would indeed afford me greal pleasure to be accorded such a privilege She went to the corner of the room ant opened a small square chest, about thi size of a lady's hat trunk, and from i' took a handful of manuscripts, whicl proved to be the originals of Tliomai Chalmers' 'Astronomical Discourses,' i series of sermons which at the time at tracted very great attention, and wen read alike by rich and poor, in the palaa and in the cabin. The manuscripts wen in the shape of sheets consul erably smaller than ordinary hall note, and so finely and -closelj penned that at first the writing seemed like delicate tracings of fitygreC work. They were not simply notes, bui entire sermons, for Chalmers nevei preached from notes. Every paragrapl of his discourses was well and carefull] considered and fully written out anc read off verbatim. Then we came acros letters from eminent men the world over and among these was one from Thomai Carlyle, then a youth, to Thomas Chal mere, a veteran. It was written in or thodox Cariylean thunderbolt style, eU pret»sing the greatest admiration for tin venerable preacher, and sincerely de ploring that, though once a firm be liever in the Gospel, the writei could not now claim the enjoyment of that comforting simplicity ol faith that once was his. Miss Chalmers told me that this letter had never beei published, and she readily and cheerfullj granted me permission to copy it, which I promptly did. On arriving at the hotel I told my wife about it, and we both arrived at the conclusion that on furthei reflection Miss Chalmers might feel uneasy that she gave a foreigner and a stranger permission to cosy the letter on his simple promise not to publish it until after the death of Carlyle. Then 1 was comparatively a stranger in Scotland. So the next morning I took back the copy to Miss Chalmers and told her that 1 did not feel at ease in the matter because 1 knew that at times she would feel more or less apprehensive that the letter might be mislaid or lost or in some way or other oome into the hands of strangers who would publish its contents to the world and thus violate the secrecy she had enjoined. She received it back with many thanks for what she termed my delicate consideration, but up to date 1 have never seen it in print or beard it mentioned in any way. Miss Chalmers, though of the moat illustrious ancestry and in very comfortable circumstances, An Account of the Voyage from ■*Jew York to Liverpool. This it is: The clod I trample Was the sknll of Alexander, And the waters of the ocean Is the veins of haeghty princes She doubled the bolster and gave it a little pat; then she put up a lock of hair that had come down, and told herself not to be stupid about a little thing like that; and, wondering whether she should dare to tell of this incident in the morning, she dropped on her elbow, and laid down lier head—down, down, down till it touched the tied. Once ran red. SOME NOTABLE PASSENGEBS And the dust cloud* of the desert Were the lip* of lovely women: \rnere in they, and they who kissed themf Power diet, and beauty passes— Pen Picture of J. W. Mackejr— Hi* Better "What was, this?" she asked herself, starting up in a fright. She felt from side to side; now the bolster was gone; there was nothing there but the bed. But this pantomime trick was no longer comic. She felt the tears of fright RDrimnn? in lier eves, and something; rising in lior tnroat. uoia tear ciniieu ner to the bone. Half Mud Her Splendors—Dr. T&l in Age's Pleasure In Eating and Drinking— His Expansive Smile — A Reminiscence of Naught ■bide*. Where is Jamahyd, and hi* beakerf Solomon, and where id* mirror? Which of all the wise professors Know* when Kant andJamshydflourished- Who can tell t Henry Ward Beeeber. [Special They were mighty, yet they Tarished; Name* are all they left behind them: Glory dot aaitken an Mho; Then the Tory echo h—hti And all ti« till. Was she in reality awake? Tho striking of the clock in the belfry assured her of that. • Oh, my Shah, ask not my secret! Sweetheart, I Biiat hide it from yon I They wh* hear it ara oot merry: Power dlea, and beauty passes— Naught abides. —W. B. Thayer, in Atlantlo. Ding-don;?, diny;-dong, ding-dong, dingdong it lightly cliimed; and the hour was tolled out slowly, sonorously, solemn: . A reminiscence of Henry Ward Beecher is always pleasing, and the more .so ' that bis place in the cordial esteem of the public rests largely upon his boyish ! love of ftfn, in which he was well matched by his friend, the great preacher of the Tat*rnacle. "Is it true, doctor," | asked a fellow passenger of Dr. Talmage,' "that when you were out west last summer you were imposed on by what is called a lung tester—a pipe that you are told record the strength of your lungs, but when blown into, covers your face with flour?" "No," replied the divine, "that is not true, although I hate to spoil a good story. It is only one of those numberless yarns that must be tagged on to somebody. Beecherused to divide the honors of those stories with me, but now that Beecher is gone they are mostly put on me. Just after I came to Brooklyn I met Beecher on the street one day and he said: Talmage, I am glad you have come to Brooklyn to take a share of the things they put on me.' So we had a standing joke for years between us, and when committees came to Brooklyn and wanted 'sctures or addresses, Beecher sent them to me and I sent them to Beecher, I would tell them his street and number, and urge them to be sure to tell Mr. Beecher that I sent them. It turned out, however, that as we both had several thousand more applications than we could meet, our jokes on each other gradually passed into a nuisance and we had to drop them." Boom, boom, boom, boom, But if this was not hallucination, what was it? The work of actual hands? what then? If they had no more direful intention than to play a trick of this kind, they were not to be feared. It was not terrific; it was merely childish mischief, and this reflection suggested that, after ail, it might only be Lola who was trying to frighten her. And just for one moment, as she leaned back on her elbow, she fancied she saw something like those luminous eyes in the midst of the darkness, and close to her—there! there, above her, toward the side of the bed. They were sitting at the ooonter of the famow "Well, that's gone," I said to n "and, now he has the diamond, ht go too." But he had not yet finished. Ana ter a brief interval, during whic' niirht have been buckling the Great jw- ujjou his own wrist, I heard » that I knew only too well. And the steerolng ho* si—is from the plunderGave a thrill efkeaoeat pleasure to the sense al all bat one, H* im sitting at the end M grim u thunder. "What's the trouble, Colonel Rubbles r asked his neighbor on toe left. "Why 4sa'tyoa eat your luncheon f" was the deep "tbf down again. sequent straggle. The diamond buckled Click. My thoughts still dwelt upon the i lea of assassination. Setting aside the idea of an intrigue in which Lola was concerned, there was yet nothing preposterous in Van Hoeck'a presentiment. There were eight or ten servants in the house, and undoubtedly every one of them knew of the marvellous treasure in my keeping. They would tell their friends in the adjacent village, the keepers, the tradespeople—in a few days the story would lDe carried about and made known to hun-» dreds: and was there noue among them whose cupidity might take practical form? j It was quite possible that under this very roof there was one with the ingenuity and daring to plan and execute the , robberv. A servant intimately acquainted with the arrDuiCemt?nt of the rooms and the peculiarities of the building would probably know of the external means of communication between the bay and the oriel windows. Without tins knowledge, no'one, it seemed to me, would dare to attempt that hazardous passage at night and in the dark; but with that knowledge, and possibly some previous practice, tne feat was sufficiently practicable. In that case, Edith might actually have heard and seen what she had since attributed to imagination. But what end could be served by these repeated attacks upon her sensibility? A cause is sometimes discovered by examining the effect. Now, what effect had been produced by these attacks? The -first had frightened Edith excessively; the second had made a lighter impression far the effect, had been confided to her; but the third—for only to a third fright could I attribute her scream of terror—had brought her father and myself from our rooms. Instantlv, something like the truth Hashed upon tuv mind: To bring me from my room was the very object with which tiij attack upon Edith bad been made. Unriddling the mystery with this key, I assumed that the thief "had watched me close the door upon Van lioeck and return to my room; that, after allowing me sufficient time to get to bed, but not to fall into sound sleep, he had made the attack upon Edith, opening her dC-jr beforehand to provide a speedy means of escape and to allow her cry to be more distinctly heard; that, having succeeded in terrifying her. he had sped down the stairs in the left block, passed through the library and dining-room, and ascended by the stairs in the right block about the same time that I might be supposed to have reached Edith's room, ana that, reckoning upon my keeping the Great Hesper under my pillow, and leaving it there in my alarm upon Edith's account, he had expected to have possessed himself of our treasure. If what I thus assumed was a fact, then, indeed, this plan might have succeeded but for Van Hoeck's prudent insistence upon my strapping the diamond to my wrist. As 1 thus explained what had happened, a more startling reflection occurred to my mind. The thief had been disappointed in not finding the diamond beneath my pillow, but he yet might not have relinquished the hope of getting it. He might not have left the room. He might be hidden there at that very moment!What was more easy, being in the room, than to conceal himself in it? The curtain tint masked the oriel, the great chest, the settle, the press, were all suggestive of that course. The fellow might Be under the very bed I was lying upon! The movement I had seen in the curtain, the sound similar to the drawing of a blade from its sheath (which might well have been caused by the movement of the heavy valance of the bed), strengthened the suspicion. Was he lying there, waiting for the sound of my heavy breathing to assure liim that I slept? There was scarcely thj necessity to wait for that, for what resistance could I, lying upon my back there, make against a foe springing out of the dark upon me? I thought of the clasp-knife Van Hoeck had given me, and, stretching out my hand, I felt for it where I had stuck it —between the mattress and the bedstead. * ' ~ • ——— ~—~ 3i,  0 my wrist might serve mo in the fight; might stun the fellow with it if fortune Dnlv favored my arm. It was a us, and anyway, ] chaptkb XL _ \Vit'h this resolve I'drew awav from ' That soun'1 warned me that the en( JT'was near. Not content w"h taking th( he aoor toward that part or the room ■ .. . fe. where, as I fancied, the carved press S to,havi Hood. I kept my arms free, my txxly Si* touched together, and every muscle of being identified as th. TbackedSew feet from the door, and .td«vi.lisl hen I Crtonned as the reflection crossed circumspection. I heard the metal ringi .1 mini fut 'r mi riii ho tin r ir.i. or i clink as he took up the fallen curtail Bv T&£t£££F&?i fram the floor and 'olded and the  l m£ht creaked as he got upon it. As he ap liave stood safe from a rear -ittack proached from behind, he steadied him i nothTng ul 3f the blood in my ties and the quick der- *!? uldt^cur^aln tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-Ue of my other shoidder, and hw bony knucklei my witch behind me yet I knew that *?u£hed my c\lest J3 ,h? arranpd «u the murderer must he moving. 8tuff 1  He had his work to do, and must have lt waa tot.Pre™nt betrayinj made up his mind how to do it before fh«°™iw'thai8 ! • \ putting out the light. Dcould see notli- . In th® P*"8* that foll«wed; I 'ancieC3 mg, and the silence add darkness were' jw must turning up his sleeve, as a horrible with the Do&sibilitv of his fall- butcher does Who has a beast to slaughter. 1 to guard against that attack, not know- mD rtuud "»that bne£ «I»ce; but a rreal ing where was? Possibly his visual 5we C*""D upon me as I felt 1'w  power was stronger than mine. ra',v P*P 81?« ' J Z" I I knew by the ticking of my watch DV 46 Very that the bed was somewhere bellind uw, i 1 I .„ „„ T, . and that I ought to be facing the oriel; A feeling of regret for the ill use I had and -is I strained mv bvm to citch nnv made of many days—for the lots of Edith, lSt that mhrf£ex£t I fa. and tho worId which she Kad fiIlt;d with PdetSted a dim the ?°-v and ho^; a de"P *nd tw,der wish for lXre the W happiness and the welfare of the masking the oriel were slfghtly parted. I ™1^^"1"nf,^°t^ad ,m® As I continued to stare in that direc-' wl" lfhe took the place of terror, tion, I became convinced that this was aud *** hke reslgna* the fact, and slight though the assurance ? ha J 'ftT , waa. it gave me some feeling of security: . As.he«****!my I 'elt in that direction I might know of mv lean over my nght, and tl»e next a i "I moment he stabbed me. ;«««. +* blocked out. " ■ I the knife-pomt stuck in one of the nbs tt .t , . - At J under my left breast, and went no furih- He was there, betw een me and tli€ er oriel. My first impulse was to end the He pulled the knife out and tried again, ZS&ZffZ ience cSfd'T™"', ta.t£u,,„thebW.«»re.lr puncgSS He mi?ht be close to me, or -he might that the thickness of the h" close to the oriel-Mt w:w impossible doubled curtain was too great an impedfor Die to tell merely by the ahsence of a iment, he unfolded and rearranged it. faint light. If, in springing forward, I passing his hand over my breast and fell short of him, it woidd be all over pressing his Angers here and there to aswith me. My force ex|Dended in the c-ertahi whether he bad sot it right for nprni£. he wo.tl t have ma at his mercy, his purpose. It, was then that, my naand a short death was the only kind of ture revolting against this Itarbarous ret ial to exiD-*t. A-riin. what finement of cruelty, I prayed like Samson feeble light there waa must fall upon me, for strength, and made one more effort as I faced it—an advantage for. him, a to break my bonds. terrible peril for me. The twisted sheets and Ann knots with- I resolved to back toward the wall at 'stood the strain, but the effort saved my the upper end of the room, and guided life. The calculating villain knew that I still by the ticking of my watch, I drew must exhaust my strength in a few minback with the stealthy caution of a cat. utes, and would not risk breaking his Suddenly I saw the grav seam of light knife, or getting smeared with mv blood again. Had he gone to the right or left? as I writhed. I knew not. Quickly I stretched my And presently my force gave out, and, foot out behind me; I felt something, and all hope leaving me. I ceased to struggle, for the instant thought I had touched and was callous to his touch, when b* the fellow, but, as turning about I groped once more touched my shouder. my hand forward, I encountered the j But in that moment of dread silence, cold wood-work of the bedstead. It was when his knife must have been raised to one of the carved pillars. I drew myself gtrike the final blow, the door-handle up and put my back against it. Now, turned, and I felt his grasp relax-nay, at least, that dreaded stab in the back - hjg fingers tremble as they lay on my was loss probable. shoulder I am not a co ward, yet I own that the ; There was an interval of a minute, and terror of the foUowing minutes thrills me the door-handle turned again; then a now as I look back upon it The im- voice, that I recognized as Lola's, spoke penetrable darkness, the silence rendered jn a jow nA outride only more intense by contact with the j .lAre you there—your A moment's perpetual tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, pausei and she added, "You aint sick, tic-tac of the watch behind me, were you?' made terrific by the awful uncertainty of she had come to my door and heard my position. me writhing against the post. I stood there waiting for the attack, what would the rascal do now? His until, the suspense growing intolerable, hand still trembled. It gave me courage, I .felt that I must end it by shouting . for it showed that he feared discovery, aloud to Brace, and precipitating the final and I knew he would not risk his own : Struggle. • neck for the mere pleasure or tuning me. "I will wait five minutes longer, and I put out my strength again, making the I no more," I said to myself, resolving to bed-post snap under my strain. . calculate the space fairly, arid with "due "Shall I sing out?" Libia asked, a little allowance for false impressions. I cal- louder and with an accent of alarm, culated that two minutes had passed, The hand slipped from my shoulder when I fancied I heard the bed creak be- and down mv arm as the villain stepped hind me. Was this one of the false im- from the tDecL HLs position was getting pressions I had promised myself to guard more perilous. If Lola "sung out' there against, or was the sound caused by the would be little chance of his making off man mounting upon the bed behind me? with the diamond. The hair bristled upon my head as I I had loosened the towei that bound bought I heard the creak repeated; vet my head and sraeeed me. I wriggled * - - J At a A-J f ' 1 -1 1 *_u . - It was the spring that locked tht blade of my clasp-knife when it wae opened. "I nerer »at a luncheon," wu the surly, ikii) "Is it you, Lola?" she asked, but in a voice so faint, for she was sick with fright, that she herself could hardly hear the words she spoke. DR. TALHAQE. ful man—actua. position as ' jaws. At iw'- _ reply, inhale the odor. (Indigestion!)" On Board th* City of Paris, Nov. S.—Dr. Talmage is the Mascot of this trip of the City of Paris, in the library of which 1 write this letter. Deem me' not irreverent in speaking thus of the great Brooklyn preacher, for his amiable and affable carriage throughout the voyage, of which the end is not far distant, has been so marked that I feel free to pen a ■light and worldly pleasantry about liim. I am trying to say that we are beating the record, but you will know all this long before my letter reaches dear America. —Judge. It was a fancy, or the eyes were turned away. Yet, still leaning upon her elbow that quivered under her. she strained her eyes to penetrate the darkness. Not long, perhaps, though it seemed so, her heart beating painl .dly, her mouth parched and dry, the hot ureath catching the back of her throat THE GREATHLSPER. Up to the strange to ny, arm's length ot The marks of tbe deoUof iU teeth on Leonard'* arms ed out by his ' second Jonah.' »T mm BARBcrr. l hail my Jmok tDD finish, but my miba was not sufficiently composed to read. As I waUi-a a *Dut the ro m I thought of Edith :tn 1 of Vau Hoeck, wondering if there crtuld tDe any connection between her strati h ili ic.ria'ion and the terrible presentiuiAnt wiAmi night and day posaesec 1 htm. It seeinol as if there must be sou*'-hC*)g Abnormal In the condition* under which we lived, to produce an effect which, though characterized by different peculiarities, was in both cases attributable only to a disordered imagination, and I wondered if I, in my turn, should come under this occult influence. I might have been occupied with the speculation for half an hour or more when I heard a scream of terror that I could not doubt came from the wing in wfciofc Ihtath lay. In an instant I opened the door aad ran through the oorridor. The doors in tbs picture-gallery were open. As I drew aside the curtains which closad in the staircase corri 'or of the left wtaK, I saw 8tr Edmund rone from his room with a lamp. The door of Edith's room exactly faced his; it was wide open; all was dark within. "What is it, my dear, what is it? he called, as he entered the room. There was no answer. Something seemed to be touching her hair. • Was it the lace curtain? She raised her trembling hand, and felt something level with the top of her head. But. it was not the curtain. *" It teas the pilloio, or the wat mad! Her strength gave way, and she fell back upon the bed; but the terrible suspicion that the piliowa had been withdraw!? fo%the purpose of smothering her made her throw her hand up. The pillow had descended; it was close to her face. She tried to scream, but the pillow was already upon her mouth, and smothered the crv. Our 8[Deed has been delightfully fast, and the weather has been enjoyable ever ■ince we left New York. Indeed, so marked has been its gentle quality that ladies have sat on deck without feeling the slightest discomfort at any time thus far. I call to mind an old saying which, cautions against hallooing until one is out of the woods. four Billions of Ancestors. ju ever think how many mate and t»- ancestors were required to yon the world I First, it wss necessary tkst should have a father and mother. That - two hamaa beings. Its oh ot than jave had a father and mother. That uakes four more human being*, rtgsln.snrh t them must have had a father and motlMr, asking eight more human betafi So oat we the time of Jesus Christ, fifty-six The calculation thai malting 39,235,017,489,534,976 Mrtha mast place to bring you into tUawarld read these lines I All this daoe f Christ—not since the beginning According to Proctor, If from a . _, for 5,000 years, each husband and bad married at 31 years of age and than no deaths, the population of the id be 2,199,915 followed by M4 t would require to hold'this pojmn umber of worlds the sise of this, 3,166,528 followed by Ui cMhhl nuinan mind shrinks in ooBtamplatto* muiense numbers.—St. Louis Harried hi Cottar y couples were married in tha D0,000 people at the Piedmont ax- Atlanta, Ga. Both oouplsa wsra in full suit* ot cotton msnufaogentlemen were ill at eaaa, and 1 the fashionable eat in their garthe brides were gotten op without expense. The dreas of one wae en* with V neck front and back and ire*. It was made of white aoMenj and elaborately draped and trimmed1 'e ribbon and ww white rocking e train and at the shouldsra. The' Ds were dressed in suits of cntlos e coats double breasted ft tone the vesta low ©it. The buttons cotton boHs. — Frank UHM Did j male ai into the you must It closed down upon her head, firm and hard. Site could no longer breathe. It pressed upon .her throat, as she lay with the back of her head pushed down into the bed. go back tc generations, shows that bare taken —you who the birth of time, single paii wife " There are several important people among my fellow passengers besides the Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, D. D. An exemplary story of brave purpose and energy is suggested in the career of J. W. Mackey, of the Commercial Cable company, who is one of them. Sir Julian Qoldsmid, M. P., who is a gentleman of fine attainments and noble public spirit, sits near me as I pen these words, and I honor him as a representative of the great Hebrew people. Surely, he is the most modest and unobtrusive of men, keeping himself almost always, on this trip, within the circle of his own family, which numbers seven persons. Mr. Mackey looks a fine example of American manhood as he strides up and down the deck, sober and stern looking. I observe that no one ventures to address him but such as may claim the privilege by virtue of acquaintanceship. At table his voice is heard sometimes as he converses with Sir Julian Goldmid and the captain. His quiet and unpretending deportment invite comparison with the splendors of his better half. Whenever the imperial Mrs. Mackey crosses the ocean she enjoys the choicest accommodations the ship affords, and the worthy lady appears on the promenade and at the table arrayed in the most elaborate dress. Her husband is contenting himself with a stateroom two flights below the promenade, and how carelessly he is dressed. He wears every day the same brown suit in which be came on board, and which ia not a good advertisement for his tailor as to its fit His trousers are altogether too long, which inartistic peculiarity leads him to double them up at the bottom. He 'wears with the suit which I am making historic, a striped shirt, loose tie, slouch bat and very ordinary looking shoes. Judged of by his outward appearance, Mr. Mackey could not be suspected of possessing wealth so enormous that he can command all the means of gratification provided by the highest civilization in this luxurious age. Referring to hfa "Life of Christ," to procure materials - for which Dr. Talmage fa now on his way to the Holy Land, he observed at table this morning: "Some one here on board expressed the hope that I would write my book in style and language so simple tliat the busy people who work all day, and who can get only a snatch of time at early morning or late at night, may read it with profit. I offer ten thousand thanks for that suggestion. I have it in my notebook, I have it in my head, and I have it in my heart, and I shall not forget to profit by it." My next lettet will contain some instructive and delightful talks I have had on shipboard, which I will mail on my first opportunity. Louis Klopsch. The touch of Death aroused tlic instinct of self-preservation within her, and, with a frantic effort, she tore herself from under that suff.»cating pressure, flung herself from the bed, and. as respiration returneu, cried with all lier force for help* had been earth wu ciphers. If I at ion • equal to The - CHAPTER X. I followed to the door. Sir Edmund was standing by the empty bed looking around him in blank dismay. "She is gone," he gasped. "The door was wide open " The bed stood awar from the wall. I bade Sir Edmund look on the further side. Ignorant of what had occurred in Edith's room before her cry for help, I naced my room, thinking how terrible the friglit must have been tliat made her faint a second time, aud despite her belief in the unreality of these mysterious appearances. "Your turn will come," Van Hoeck had said to me, and those words coming back to my mind, I asked myself if the repeated attacks upon Edith might not be part of a complicated scheme to obtain the diamond. such Two h presence position, rigged 01 ture. T1 There was scarcely room for him to pass between the foot of the bed and the wall, hut as he lowered the light, he •aid. in quick alarm: "Site is here—unconscious—ring the bei! for the women." I ran to the bell and rang it violently; then from the stairs in -the cross-gallery 1 called to the servants to come down. In the meanwhile Sir Edmund had raised Edith and placed her on the bed, where she by like on* dead. From his room I got a spirit-case, but we knew not how to.apply the remedies at our hand, and it was an intense relief to us when the housekeeper bustled in, followed by Elith's maid, for we were as helpless as children in this emergency. The housekeeper told me to leave the room. I went to the door, and stood there, trembling from head to foot. I had taken Edith's hand, and the icy coldness of the lifeless fingers that I had only known quick with warm Mood chifled my very heart with fear. There was a long period of terrible suspense, and then I near ! the dear voice murmur, and my heart bounding with joy, I ventured forward that I might see the life once more in her beautiful face. Sir Edmund stopped me on the threshold. "Thank God! he said, fervently, "she has ooine back to as; but the women say she must be kept quiet. Go back to your room, my dear fellow, and we will talk jt all over at breakfast-time. Goodnight, good-night." I returned reluctantly to my room. As I passed his chamber I heard the Judge snoring loud and long. It needed something more than such trifles to wake him when he had abed to when she had fainted in a quite remote part of neither ments, I regard en trai [Special Correspondence.] Liverpool, Nov. 6.—I continue my account of Dr. Talmage's conversations while a passenger bound for Liverpool, and here before our departure for London. Sunday on board the City of Paris hail, as its leading incident, service according to the Church of England form. Capt. Wat kins officiated as reader with effective elocution. Dr. Talmage sat in the place he usually occupied when at meals. I noticed that he joined in the responses and in the singing of the hymns, which were very appropriate to the occasion. In one of his talks with Sir Julian Qoldsmid, which was of a religious character, a bystander blurted out the question: "Doctor, what do you think of Bishop (naming a prominent American minister), who never fails to attack Catholicism whenever opportunity comes to him?" Dr. Talmage promptly condemned this course, and insisted that nothing could more effectually contribute to bringing about a religious war, which of all wars is the most fierce, bloody. Such a plot was the more possible because it seemed impossible. An act of legerdemain succeeds or not, according to the skill with which the conjurer fixes our attention on a false train of operations while he works out the actual feat. As I made these reflections. I took the Great Hps per from the pouch on my waist strap, and buckled it in its case upon my left wrist; then I doublr locked the door, saw that there was oil in the lamp, put a box of war matches besido it on the table, and finally opened the long-bladed knife Van Hoeck had given me, and stuck it between the mattress and the side of the bedstead. short i Newspaper. An Automatto Tog gigamL . A new fog signaling apparafcoahaa hWj been perfected in Knglanri wklah fa ot aaBcient merit to attract the ■ttlttcc of *1 those interested in the saving of' ttb aad property at sea. It caUa into am slau^jhillj, ally worked, and at the saoaa tfeaa radevfe SSSSKSS evidence in case of dispute aa to wfcatfcor ft Trrizr/r which is placed on the on watch. Whw it fa iWral to Mow tfca signal whistle or to begin the astooaifedfc" naling, whatever its natnre maybe, tfalMw is turned to tha "und«- mMK *i vessel be moving, and the afactrie eyiyt aD once begins working the valve of tba msmb whistle at regular intervale, fia to what the law specifieei Should (1m vetoei be at anchor the switch is toraad to "at apwhar,' and the bell is rung in tha aim way. Tfa register consists of tha band dC fafvravly subdivided and moved along by afe* work. A traveling pointer, actuated by A* electro-magnet, pricks tha papar at avtoy sound of the bell or whistle, Tha signallag can also be made at will, entirely ihaepaoaent of the automatic mechanism, by iwrif pressing a button which cloaea tha drew leading to the bell or whistlei—I»ew Y«t Herald.  The room was thickly carpeted and oak-panelled. The furniture—with the •xception of the toilet arrangements and a low, Baddle-back chair—was antique and of oak. The bedstead was particularly wide, with four carved pillars carrying a baldaquin and heavy curtain of some thick brocaded stuff, looped at the foot, but hanging loose at the head, it faced the oriel. Between the right side of the bed and the w&ll was a square table—on which stood the kunp—with the saddle-1 jack chair beside it. On the left-hand side of the bed was a tall carved black press. A large chimney, with a sculptured mantel and an open hearth, faced the door. A screen shut off the wash-stand, which stood to the left of the oneL. A broad settle with a valance, and covered with a stuff similar to the hangings of the bed, ran round the three-sided recess formed by the window—curtains of the same kind shut off this recess. A corner cabinet, with folding doors in the lower part, fitted the angle of the walls to the right; between this and the door was a deep, wide, and long chest, and above it a large mirror. An escritoire, some high-backed chain, and a second table, completed the furniture. There was no door but the one opening upon the corridor, and no window save the orieL In the early part of the night I had described these particulars to van Hoeck, at his request, and he had made me examine the press, the old chest, the hangings of the bed and settles; everything, in fact, which might afford a hiding-place to Lola or another. enduring and deplorable. "I know many Catholics who are more tolerant I than these intolerant Protestants," he continued. ''For myself, I may say that I do not take much stock in set forms, but there is no denying the fad that many of our Caitholic friends have the true spirit in addition to the form. Very often you will find more religion in the | kitchen than you do in the parlor, and many people who laugh at the idea of counting beads, were they to practice it i themselves, would find mighty few beads counted for prayers they have actually offered. If our Catholic friends can find any spiritual comfort in registering their prayers by a corresponding number of beads, I, for one, have no objection to offer. This lesson of Christian charity illustrates, I think, the penetrative and logical ability which is one of the most effective weapons in Dr. Talmage's mental armory. It is not generally known, perhaps, that he was destined for a law„ yer, before he experienced that change in his religious life which led to his determination to enter the pulpit. His response to a lady fellow passenger is not less remarkable as a discovery of the doctor's intellectual peculiarities. "Doctor," Baid she, "can you tell me why the City of Paris is a faster and much steadier ship than the City of New York, although they are twin vessels, and, seemingly, built just alike?" "Yes," responded he, with his characteristic smile; "it is because the Lord has a few secrets on every subject that he keeps to himself. To one volume of what the world knows, there are whole libraries of what the world does not know, I never was more impressed with this than when we were building our first Brooklyn Tabernacle. After we had it about half done, we were told by two or three promirfent architects that the acoustics would be a complete failure, But my much favored companionship is with Dr. Talmage, who is the lion of the trip. Whenever and wherevlr he appears he attracts attention and excites comment. The doughty doctor enjoys full command of his physical and mental energies. He evidently is as good a sailor as he is a preacher, for he is down to meals just as regularly and promptly as though he were engaged to lead off the company of hardy travelers who have the disposition and the ability to enjoy three square meals a day, regardless of the ups and downs inevitable to life at sea. No more ready eater ever handled knife and fork in ship's dining room, and 'tis prophetic of future displays of picturesque oratory that the ocean breezes give him capacity to refresh himself with things that never tempt him at home in Brooklyn. Everybody talks to the genial divine, and he talks to everybody. He is in great spirits and active as a boy. "When I first talked of taking this trip," he said to me the other day, "lots of people told me that the sea would be rough, and I should have a hard time of it at this season of the year. Well, there always have been and always will be more Jeremiahs than Isaiahs in this world." Then off he tramped, with Mrs. Talmage at his side, up and down the promenade deck at a gait which convinced me that that worthy lady, like her mate, has a vigorous constitution. spends her days in doing good to the poorest of the poor, continually shedding forth a most gracious influence. She conducts a night sohool of a practical missionary character, and night after nighl, lantern in hand, she goes through thC* Jiiark and neglected streets of Edinburgh's most squalid and destitute quarters, up and down the rookeries, in and out the grog shops, inviting the people to attend. She teaches the women to sew, and, while thus instructing them, talks to them sweetly of God and of heaven. I asked her one day whether she never met with insults at the hands of grog shop frequenters. 'Never,' she replied, 'exc«pt on one occasion, when a man drunk with liquor used abusive and insulting language to me. I opened my Bible and pointed out the passage: "No drunkard shall enter the kingdom of heaven." He followed me to the mission and that night was soundly and savingly converted. I had never before and h«ve never since met with insult.'" Lous Klopsch. the room. CHAPTER IX. What happened in Edith's room that ■ight I did not learn until the next morning, bat I will giro her account in this place in order to preserve the sequence of events. True to her resolve, she had left the1 window open and the blind down, exactly as on the preceding nights. It was her nabit to lock the door, and that she did not omit to do so on thiB occasion she was convinced by the fact that she found some difllcuby in turning the key, and had afterward tried the handle to know if the bolt was shot. She left the lamp burning on the table, screened from her by the lace curtains of the bed. It was half past eleven when she lay down, and she felt so little fear that she fell asleep almost immediately. A pillow slipping from beneath her head awoke her, she believed. Her first consciousness was that her head felt uncomfortably low. She prtt her hand out to find if she had slipped to the edge of the bed; but no, her position was - unchanged.Then it struck her that she had left a Bght on the table; it was now out, and all waa dark. A KCTolttaf IpwtMki The other day, In a city no* ■ Him—C ■ miles from Seattle, a grsnri father and a tfctber were contending in ooort for the oa*- todv of a family of children. One of the children, a bright boy oC IP yean, was placed ou the witness stand, and repeatedly declared: "I hate my fatlMfl I hate him! I hate him I" The father bowed his head and wept. The grandfather—a member at the United States senate, by the way—«ndW and seemed to approve. It was a reroWag spectacle. The father was a feeble, purposeless creature, probably anflt for custody at the -hildren, bnt nobody cbuld teach the bcqr an; worse lesson than be seems to haw t Darled.—Seattle Poet-Intelligencer. „ "V,"~. «„ Hi * stood there, and counted another m'in Pushing back the curtains so that the ! %%£££%  have teen drawn b£n taroii the 7ul eL^o"^;th^p« a seen. Yet i$ might have made that j;drew a deep inspiration, resolved tc sound in slipping through—its fall upon shout my loudest to Brace, but before the floor deadened by the carpet, on its the sound had passed my lifts a towel was point sticking in the boards: but I fancied drawn tight upon my face, and my head the horn hanule was too wide to allow of jerked back against the post behind me. its slipping through. A fold of the towel gagged me completefo satisfy myself at once upon this ly; it was with difficulty I breathed. I point, I lcajied out of bed, resolved to struggled, but in vain, to wrench myself strike a match and look under the val- away; a quick and sure hand had knotted ance. 1 stood for a moment stupefied; the toweL I threw up my hands to tear the box of vestas was gone from the ta- the thing off; in an instant they were enble where I was certain I had laid them, veloped m the thick curtains, and though They must have been taken while I lay the fellow had not sufficient strength to screened by the bed-curtains. tie them down to my side, he at least I glanced over my shoulder. baffled my attempts to free my head. I The folds of the curtain against the drew my feet from the ground, hoping bed were not the same as when I pushed that my weight would drag my head them back to the wall; one fold stood out from the towel; I only succeeded in drawac an angle; and as, slowly turning round, ing the knots tighter, and half strangling I looked more closely, I saw againsWthe myself. dark oak panel of the wall, { As I could not release my head, I got mid-height of a man, and protruding but my arms down, and tried to seize the an inch or so from the edge, of the cur- rascal's feet, but he kept them beyond tain, the bright point of a knife-blade. my reach; yet I got something by the Now, indeed, there was no longer any attempt, for, in groping about, 1 laid my doubt. The man who had come to rob hand upon the knife which he had thrust was there to murder me. Had 1 stoppM in the bed, to have free use of his hands, but another moment on the bed he might the better to overcome the resistance of m IJ1C* . . T l j t • , arms- 1 should liave had no hesita, ** w.a® * stand- tion in ham-stringing the rascal if I could ing there behind the curtain at a certain have got at his legs, but as I could notdo atciLIlt??'T •: •• . , that. I determined, if possible, to keep Should I spring upon him and strangle the knife out of his way. him against the wall in the folds of the I felt, by the horn handle, .that it was CU not JL «i,rp virtiwr mr mo „„„ tlie one Van Hoeck had given me; and, a partial one might in the end be 'fatal. the \ shut il The thick stud would prevent my get- W0.#* ,, ting a firm grip of him, and his7 right a ' h l* Qnl*1JheWB a?d hand, the one that held the knife, was £^M52TO.We Wh° «*' too yirfeat 1 And with doubled efforts, I struggled fhough the muscles of my arms and fin- \™ bed"cur*in9 V"" strung up to nike the tempt- Eeeping my eye upon the curtain, I thatl,t^e IDolf u^?n drew back to the foot of the bed. To get .K, !?g crunched the to the door I must cross the room, and "nd ™"e ™ttl1,ng do?A ineviubly be »eeu by the murderous nu- to te Z falll cal as he stood there on the inner side of The noise was too slight to be heard at a the bed-curt* in; and, arrived at the door, distance. I must turn the key twice, and the" han- My left hand being free, I felt again die as well, before he overtook me. On for the knot of the towel that bound me the other hand he had to disengage him- to the post. A bony hand grasped my self from the folds of the curtain and re- wrist, and dragged it over my shoulder, cover the start I had of him. and the next moment I felt something The chances were pretty equal, and 1 pressed under my nose, and a liquid determined to save myself by flight rath- trickling through my mustache on to my er *.liau risk the fatal result of the un- lips. It liad a sweet taste, and a strong eoual encounter. j smell of auoles. that mounted at onoe to v o—on " •* —oo  about furiously, worked the fold out 01 my mouth, and got my chin above it breathing freely for the first time since j had been tied up. At the same momen I heard the key in the door, and I knew that the murderer intended to let Lola ii and silence her. "Take care, taae care!" 1 shouted, at loudly as the towel that still covered my face would permit. Another wriggle, and I felt that the upper part of mv face was uncovered. Moreover, I distinguished a long gray patch before me. The curtain of the oriel had been drawn lDack; the light had sensibly increased during the time occupied by the events 1 have narrated. I almost fancied 1 saw the silhouette of a man's figure against flu? grayness. It moved, and I was sure that my eyes were not deceived; and almost immediately afterward I heard a fall upon the terrace below. The man had dropped down a distance of fifteen feet from the window—a drop of not more than six feet for an ordinary man hanging from the ledge. The feeling of- relief, combined with exhaustion caused by my frantic efforts, was too much for me. I was giddy and sick, my eyes closed, the sweat stood cold upon my face, every muscle gave way and quivered, only the bonds upon my txxly kept me from falling. "Y'ain't hurt, are you, dear?" were the first words I heard. It was Lola's voice, very gentle and tremulous. "No; you have saved me," said L She gave a little moan of delight, and her hands, wliich had been busily tugging at the knots, stopped in their work She threw her arms about my neck, and, pressing her face against my breast, sobbed. I had even gone down upon my knees, and looked under the bed, to appease his anxiety. And yet now a vague uneasiness possessed me as I raised the lampshade, and looked, round tl»e room., The dark oak wainscot, the sombre hangings, the painted ceiling overhead, absorbed the light; there was a black void on the opposite side of the bed, where the light from the lamp was intercepted by the curtains; I could riot see even the outline of the great press. I re-adjusted the shade, turned the wick higher, and, half-undressed, threw myself upon the bed. I was not afraid— in strength 1 was a match for any natural foe, and I did not believe in the existence of any other—yet I felt myself infected with Van Hoeck's presentiment of impending calamity. • Van Hoeck's theory of Lola's complicity in a plot to steal the diamond, had been upset by the fact that X was watching her asleep at my door at the very time Edith believed she saw the girl looking through the blinds; but this had in nowise shaken his conviction that the mysterious appearance was connected with the scheme to sob us. Otcar Baa Bwonnd Hawks' Ingenious Hunt for GiUne. Tbe Oscar Wilde who made himself fsmnsn in America a few years ago is not the Oscar Wiideof today. The long hair has been cot and is now short and curly. The tan breeches have been pat away carefully, the lackadaisical air is no longer worn, ami Um Oscar "Wilde of London today is a straight, strong, broad shouldered, athletic futtaw, with no nonsense about him, and an evident determination on his face to make fame Msd money. The Wilde craze, so far aa Knrtwil is concerned, is over. I saw Oscar on Visa* street today, and would not have knows hint had not an English friend pointed him out to me. He looked as English in his dreas as In his manner, and conducted himself aa thousands of other broad shouldered young fallow* whom you will And at Oxford or Cambridge or in the big commercial booses of London and Liverpool—London Latter. An engine driver on one of the Scotch lines reports that he has noticed tliat certain hawks of the merlin or "stone falcon" species make use of the passing of the trains for predatory purposes. They fly close behind the train, near the ground, partly hidden lCy the smoke, but carefully watching for the small birds which, frightened by the train as it rushes roaring past, Hy up in bewidered shoals; the merlins then, while the birds are thinking more of tlje train than of lurking foes, swoop on them from the ambush of the smoke, and strike them down with ease. If they miss, they return to the wake of the carriages and resume their flight and their hunt. They can, it seems, easily keep pace with an express train, and outstrip it when they please.—New York Telegram. She wondered if this was a trick of imagination. Was she awake or asleep? She touched her eyes to be sure they were open. Then it occurred to her that she might have been asleep a long while. There was nothing extraordinary in a lamp going out, or her head slipping from the pillow. Saying this to- herself, she felt for the pillow. To her astonishment she found ttia both were gone. ~ It wu droll. She felt inclined to laugh thinking how she must hare tossed about in her sleep to knock both pillows out. But the bedclothes were perfectly smooth, the bed on each side of her even, and soft, and yielding. That was strange! "I mint have done all the tossing with my head." she said to herself, still trekled by the oddity of the thing. One thing was certain-she could not sleep in bomfort with nothing but a bolster under her head. She leaned out and felt upon the floor as far as she could reach to the right. The pillows had not slipped out on that ride. Then putting her shoulder against the wall she felt down on the left. There was nothing there. What did it all mean? Decidedly this must be a new freak at her imagination. She was pot yet thoroughly frightened, rhe spirit who could steal her pillows oust nave tome sense of humor; it was to drumming on the window J 1 • - » 1_ A 1 • " My intimacies aboard ship have given me an improved acquaintance with what I may be permitted to call the Tulmage smile. This expression of his good will to men has never been copyrighted, and I have yet to hear that any one has pirated it. Oncp started, it grows in breadth and ezpanenveness at an alarming rate, but a go:jdSjDrovidence cares for the smiler. foAJt the verv moment when you are apprehensive ot some sort ot a catastrophe a thought strikes him which acts as a governor. Ilia muscles incontinently relax, and gradually he sobers down, all danger happily passed away. A passenger noticing this peculiar smile in its early stage congratulated the Brooklyn orator on nis nappy rraine 01 mind and body. "Thank you,' responded he, "my spirits are ninetv-flve on this trip. Generally they are about sixty on the sea." "Then you have known what it is to be seasick, doctor," timidly chimed in a lady who, I fear, had been making practical experiments in that direction herself, every rule having at least one exception. "Yes, indeed, when I first crossed the sea in May, 1870,1 was under an engagement to write a series of magazine articles. The ocean was as gentle and quiet as a mill pond all the way, and I felt that it had been wofully maligned and maltreated by all previous writers. My sense of justice compelled me to prophesy smooth things concerning it. So I penned an article I called 'The Smile of the" Sflf.' Since that time, with this exception, I have bever seen anything but its anger, petulance, cruelty and fury; and although I have now crossed it eight times I have never seen the sea smile again. I generally spend the time on Bhipboard seated and that no human voice could be heard throughout a building of that shape. In a distressed state of mind I went down "Are a man's convictions to be limited by his senses?" he asked. "You are convinced tliat a cloud is rising in the horizon because you see it, but am I to deny its existence lDecause I have no sight? Are yon justified, then, in declaring that we are not menaced by thia disaster which is to overwhelm us because you have not my faculty of prevision? You who cannot deny prescience to a bee, the presentiment of coming storm to cattle, tell me that my conviction is nothing. It is only by conviction that we live. What saves ns from destruction hut the conviction -that, by stepping into an abyss, we must fall? 1 tell you to look about you; we are on the edge of an abyss. There are signs to strike the dullest intelligence. Your turn will cornel" • I had hung my watch in the pocket ■pon the hanging at the head of the bed; its lively ticking sounded strangely out °\ keeping with the gloom and stillness of the surroundings. The shaded light P*e f 'nnereal aspect to tiie bed-hanglngs; the baldaquin over my head might havQ been a catafalque for the dead.- I wondered how many men had ended their days on this bed since those hangtags had been put up. Would Van P^k * be fulfilled? Should I be found there in the morning dead? It was well suited for a murder that to Washington to consult with Professor 'Joseph Henry, president of the Smithsonian institute, who, 1 knew, had made more experiments with the law of sound than any living man, and had devoted years to acoustics. In considerable trepidation 1 approached the professor, who, like most great men I have met, was in manner as plain and simple as a little A Race with a Woodchuck. Giles Gifford, of Newton, Pa., ran a race with a woodchuck on Farmer B1Jm H. Tompkins' place the other day. Hfe saw the woodchuck nibbling in the clover quite a Jlstaans from his hole, and pot in his best licks In reach the hole ahead of the woodchuck. Gifford got there first and stuck his hsei In Ms bole with his foot toward tbe scampaflng animal. There wasn't room for the woodchuck and the heel too, and so tbe woodahaok stuck his teeth through Gifford *s boot sad into his big toe. That made Gifford lonmts his heel from the hole with S good dssl of celerity, and the woodchuck then slipped oat of sight in a twinkling. Gifford wont limping away.— Exchange,  Tbe Value of Screens for Plants. Many amateurs fail with plants—the geranium excepted—by exposure of the pots to the hot sun. The plants love tbe sun, but nature hid them in the earth to screen them from its rays. A plant with baked earth is not a beauty, but an eye-sore. If no prettier screen can be afforded, cut up some stout paper, a little larger than your pots, and slip it around them. A light spread of moss is a good protection, also as n surface protector in very hot weather; the water evaporating less rapidly, and the roots are not exposed to such sudden changes. Larger pots may be used as a screen, and fllled*fc-ith damp moss. Brace's door was unlocked. He to all appearance was sound asleep with his face to the wall. I shook him, and as he turned over I said: CHAPTER XIL. child. Having stated what the learned architects had said about our half built church, I asked him his opinion. 'I sup- "Get up: the Hesper is lost!" 'Lost! as howf he asked, sitting up. pose I have devoted as much time to acoustics as anybody,' said he, 'and after all my experiments I have come to 4'Stolen—taken from me." "Where® Israel?" this conclusion: Build two churches seemingly just alike, and the one will be good to be heard in and the other a dead failure. Go ahead and finish your church and 1 hope it will be all right.' I thanked him and came away contented, I told him of Van Hoeck's terrible presentiment, and the circui.istances under which he had left the house. "We will find him, pardner," said the Judge, in his slow, sententious manner, which was queerly at var.ance with his speed in hurrying into hif clothes. "We M ill find him, and see if h, presentiments will go so far as fur to explain what's become of the diamond. Let up what has happened, pardner. Heel it off. I aui all awake."  Fatal Politan—- Lord Fitsgerald, the law lord whose dsaih has just occurred in Dahlia, was really sacrificed to his well known politeness. The isamediate cause of death was fsvsr, which developed out of a serious sold contmetsd by him in a railway carriage while traveling from Dublin to KiUiney. Two ladt** J germ, were his fellow travelers. l*ey dialirsd to have both windows kept open, and Mtd Fhegerold's politeness oompeUed him to mquiesoa In the draught he oanght a aoM which hastened his end.—Exchange. pane* mad gUting through the blind* at her. Hearing and light had bean, tried, and now her eer.se of touch was to be tosteilL But though .he tried to make light of the affair, she felt that something terrible underlay its comk aspect, and a lit *  SxwfeE&iS? £ this. * and 1 afterwards found that the architectural prophesies were a failure and the church acoustics oBsohttolv perfect, and sound was so easily conveyed throughout the building that youVould hear the proverbial and famous anCkh«- torical article of attire commonly caufed a pin at the very moment when in its descent it reached the floor. Two churches just alike, two ships just alike. "Lord Tennyson's new volume is being kept back for the best of all reasons," says The London Antlieaaeum. "Ho is writing for it some fine new poems. His powers of producing poetry are as vigorous as over, as this volume will very strikingly show." (TO BE COKTlBtTBD ) t m t is I CO aounSnwim