Pittston Gazette

              3 PITT ST ON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 19, 1891. "^Jt?™1"* i Oldest T ewsoaDer in the Wyoming Valley A Weekly Local and Family Journal. r,jy»piJ a valuable consignment of jewels that was expected from a foreign corresi»ondent He added that no news of this consignment had since then been heard of; but that, as the foreign correspondent was in Paris, it was thought that the hostilities now existing between France and Germany had caused the plan of sending the jewels to be abandoned. Mr. Trent, after dinner, had left the club, saying that he thought of going up town. He was then looking well and cheerful. lady's affections is certainly not a motive. And not only were the prisoner's social position and character incompatible with such a crime, but his conduct on the evening of the murder could not bo reconciled with a guilty purpose. He had given his true name to the porter at the clnb, and had left him with the avowed intention of going to seek Mr. Trent at his house. Again, he had announced himself by namo to the caretaker, Simpson. Persons meditating murder do not act in this way. As regarded the dagger, the prisoner frankly admitted it to be his. He had taken it with him to Mr. Trent's house that night for a peculiar reason, which from its nature was not susceptible of proof, but the very simplicity of which should commend it to the credence of the jury. Miss Raven had admired the dagger at his studio, and the prisoner had resolved to make her a present of it. summary of the contents of these on the backs of them and filing them away. A light snow was falling outside and melting as it fell, for the winter of eighteen hundred and sixty-nine was still lingering in the first months of eighteen hundred and seventy. maintain your place at the summit of the pyramid you must suffer the pyramid itself to be undermined. Let us return to business, ray brave Solange," ho went on in another tone. "As for the war, 1 must have faith in my star, as did my uncle before me. If, like him, I am destined to fall at last—well, all things come to an end! At least Germany shall know that she has an enemyl" "The good God preserve you ,ind Frauce, my emperor," said tho other devoutly.to protect you agamst cuatum tiouse investigations they will be prepared in a manner that will be afterward explained to you. You will proceed from here to New York, whither a letter has already been sent, informing the consignee there of the probable date of your arrival and of other necessary particulars. The name of this consignee is Harry Trent; he is a diamond merchant in New York and a man personally known to iiij. He is instructed to retain them iu his keeping until further notice—until the issut of the coming war is decided. If we are victorious the gems will bo retui tied here, if otherwise I shall follow them there Do you understand me?" Tlio Woman of Today. SlIAKIvSl'KAltli NUT IN IT. being nothing but a funeral procession and lunatic asylum on a high lonesome, but it is a secret stab at religion. We need not go far Lack in the career of this rural playwright to discover the cause of this attack upon all that is good. Shakespeare, it seems, several years ago, at Avon, owing to his somewhat tardy nuptuals and general sliiftlessness, was blackballed by the Young People's Society for Christian Endeavor, and ever since that time he has sought in every way to get even. He now goes out of his way to say to the priest in the fifth act: I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister bo When thou liest howling. had to use the gestures that belong to Othello. Lei ttliers sing the praises of the Woman of the Past, Or canonize the Woman of the Futuro coming fast. I string my lyre for neither. No,-I lift my little lay. BILL NYE GIVES A HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED CRITICISM OF "HAMLET." Au«l sing my song to .celebrate the Woman of Tod&y. The other oersonaare in the room was a man of mature years. He was barely of middle height, but his figure was compact, and his shoulders broad and thick. His face, somewhat fleshy about the jaws, and of a dull complexion, had an aquiline nose, a carefully waxed mustache and a pointed imperial. The eyes were wide apart, and the heavy lids drooping over them gave them a somnolent aspect; yet, examining taemmore intentively, yon would perceive that they were eyes that nothing escaped —watchful, penetrating, impenetrable eyes. For the rest this countenance bore the marks of anxiety and ill health; there were heavy lines beneath the eyes, the forehead was furrowed and the hair was thin on its conical summit. Withal both face and figure had a certain dignity and power as to one accustomed to being unquestioningly obeyed. The man wore a black broadcloth coat, a white waistcoat and gray trousers. Diagonally across his breast lay a broad, bine sash. He was leaning back in his chair smoking a cigarette, and seemingly plunged in meditation. Ureal Trouble with "Hauilet" Is so The Woman of the Past was good, and better still may be The WOman of the Future; but, oh, good enough for me The girl who thro' the mazes of tho Present works her way. AbMiico of I.ocal Gags, and Then There Do Was Right. A young man of this city who pride* himself on his musical talent called upon a young lady, taking with him a banjo for which he had just paid a good price. "It won't work," he remarked "w«np;. fully as he handed it to her.  yon can get some music out of it." ' "It's n. g.," she said, as she twanged the strings. "It needs a flat and a sharp to make it go." I, Too .Much Assassination Anyway. Come (III, Sliakrtrpeare. lCo; yl ight, ISM, by Edgar W. Nye.] And stands. In her Integrity, the Woman of Today. John Simpson, an ex-soldier, testified t'.-.it he had long been acquainted with Mr. Trent, and had latterly been serving, in conjunction with his wife, as caretaker of the new house. Mr. Trent had frequently come to the house alone, but never to spend the night until February twenty-five. He had come in that night about nine o'clock, and gone up to the library. He was alone, and seemed not to expect callers. "And now to business," repeated Napoleon. "If France receives a check it may lie desirable that I retire for a season. Cut it is not my purpose to wear out my life chained to a lonely rock in the ocean, as the greatest of men was forced to do. I mean to go to a place vyhence I can again return—either I or my descendants— with treasure and power to re-establish my fortunes. For France, if she is to fall, will not long remain prostrate; and though, perhaps, she may for a time turn to anarchy or republicanism, yet in the end she will turn again to tho man whoso name is associated with her greatest glory. Meanwhile I shall retiro to a country which has before been hospitable to me, and whom France herself assisted in her hour of neud. I shall go to the United States of America," The following—so far as I know—unpublished criticism of the acting of Mr. W iUiam Shakespeare in one of his own plays, is given herewith, those parts only having been supplied where the writing has become so exceedingly dim that it caunot be longer deciphered: Last evening Mr. William Shakespeare appeared at this place in a piece which he has written himself, and called '•'Hamlet," a play with which he has UpoB the world's great stage she plays roles many and diverse; But tho' she may in politics her pretty head Immerse, Or seek the pulpit or the bar, still shines the sacred ray Of love aronnd the hearthstone of the Woman of Today. "1 do, sire," replied the soldier, who had by this time recovered his self possession, and there was a new air of pride in his demeanor, showing that he had begun to appreciate the distinction that had been conferred upon him. This shows the littleness of the Smart Alick of Avon who has come to town to elevate the metropolitan stage. And now regarding the fatal nature of Hamlet." Prom the time the-wurtain goes up on the first act until it descends on the last one there is nothing but death and lunacy. We came home last night wondering why some enterprising man did not goto Denmark and open au asylum with an embalming works connected with it. While the rightful king is sleeping off the effects of a dinner and reception given to Major Pond and Henry M. Stanley on the previous evening, his wife, who has been looking over the royal bedstead with a small can of corrosive sublimate, suddenly decides to fill the old man's ear with what she has left, and in less than a week the throne has been probated."They were both there when I bought it," he answered humbly.—Detroit Frw Press. NC C pent up Utica confines her powers. Tho' prejudice BtUI prowls about her path, no work that's worthy oomes amiss; He had accordingly taken it with him 011 the evening in question, intending, after liis interview with Mr. Trent at his club, to c;dl upon Miss Raven at her house and give it to her. But, contrary to his expectation, he had not found Mr. Trent at liis club, and again, contrary to his expectation, Mr. Trent had refused liis assent to his suit. In his distress and "The route you will take," continued the other, "will not be the usual one across the Atlantic. VYar might break out before you arrive and your vessel might be captured by tho eaemy's cruisers. You will therefore oross France to the Mediterranean and proceed thence by way of Egypt to the Red sea, and so by way of Australia to the Isthmus of Panama. At Aspinwall, ou the northern side of the isthmus, you will take a steamer to New Orleans, whence yoq will travel by railway to New York. Yon will, of course, receive a memorandum of this itinerary and of all the other details of your journey. Do you wish to say anything?" Kearly Right. We will for a moment interrupt Mr. Simpson's testimony at this point to give that of Peter Ferguson, porter of the Federal clnb, to the effect that, at about ten o'clock on the night of February twenty-five, a gentleman giving his name as Keppel Darke had called at the club to ask for Mr. Harry Trent. Ferguson had told him that he was not in, but, being further questioned by Mr. Darke, had said that, for all he knew, Mr. Trent might have gone up town to look at his new house. Mr. Darke had thereupon taken his departure. Ferguson had noticed that he carried something wrapped up in paper in his hand. I PoiTrwflV I NO I jpyJFFIC^j She may not vote, but ballots fall obedient to her sway; The conscience of the country's in the Woman of Today. She has her faults. Spots big and black the sun's bright face do blur; But who could live without its light, or with It lacking her? Against her follies and her fads let other folks inveigh, I celebrate the virtues of the Woman of Today. —Boston Globe. preoccupation ho had forgotten on bis departure to take the dagger away with him. He had gone from Mr. Trent's house tCi his own studio, and had there spent tlia night; and this would sufficiently account for his disheveled appearance tli-j nest morning. But surely a murderer would havefk'd, and as surely he would not have left behind him such "Ah! America! That is a long way off," murmured the soldier. A knock came at the door. Tho younger man rose, walked to tlio door and opened it. After a brief colloquy he turned and said in French: "Sire, there is a person here who desires an audience. He says"— Despair. "America and France will hereafter share the dominion of the world," resumed tho emperor. "As for England, 1 do not trust her. It is not to her interest that I should prevail; nor can St. Helena ever be forgotten. And before I go—if, indeed, destiny decides that I must go—I shall prep-ire the way by sending to the United States in advance treasure sufficient to meet whatever needs may arise. And it is this treasure, monami, which 1 wish yon to take charge of and forthwith convey to its destination," More real than far truer Uve3, I* the wail of the dissolute spirit That vainly struggles and strives; Deeper than all we inherit. To return to Mr. Simpson. He said that at about half-past ten o'clock he had heard a ring at the door of the new house, and on opening the door had seen the prisoner, Keppel Darke, who asked to see Mr. Trent on important business. He had in his hand a long paper bundle. Witness admitted him, and he went up stairs. How long he remained witness did not know, as he ha 1 not heard him go out. Witness then described how he had found Mr. Trent dead on the floor of his study the next morning with a dagger in his back. Witness had admitted no one but Darke into the house that "Only one thing, sire. It is possible that death may overtake me on the route. In that case"  And so it goea. Death reigns everywhere after that. Each act closes with enough carnage to tickle the palate of Front de Beuf or to gorge the appetite of Herod the Great. In fact Shakespeare may be termed the Jack the Ripper of the English stage. Hamlet sticks his sword into the cnrrant bushes and kills Polonius. Cordelia gets to thinking too hard on The Higher Education and goes crazy, after which she jumps off the dock. Finally the fifth, or Philip Armour abattoir act, closes the play with four dead people on the stage and one hundred and fifty deadheads in the audience. That prays for death, and it comes not. That hates its life and still stays. Thai yearns to succumb, but succumbs not; The slave of the lingering days. —B. U. Hosmer. a piece of evidence as the fatal dagger. But, on the other hand, the real murderer who used the dagger had the best ?f reasons for leaving it in the wound; for to do so would be to divert suspicion from himself. And who was the real murderer? Unquestionably the short man with the dark beard whom Mrs. Simpson had seen between eleven and twelve o'clock. The presence there of this man had not been accounted for. Vet the fact of his presence there had been sworn to, and that fact was irreconcilable with the guilt of the prisoner. And for the jury to bring in a verdict against the prisoner would, therefore, be to add another murder to the one already committed. Let the short man with the dark beard be found and the mystery of Harry Trent's death would be a mystery no longer. "What name, Raoul?" interrupted the other. "In that case you will have done your best, and 1 shall regret the loss of a,- faithful servant even more than of the millions. No scheme that mortal man can devise is free from the liability to error or miscarriage. Disaster may overtake this, as well as others; but 1 shall have the satisfaction of knowing that ( adopted the surest means of success within my reach. However, we will anticipate your safo arrival. Meanwhile, go and prepare yourself for the journey, and come to me tomorrow morning. 1 shall probably order you to set out by the noon train to Marseilles." "Solange, sire." "Very good. He comes by appointment. Let him enter. And you, my dear Raoul, will take your place behind the thin partition during the interview. I hope to be able to trust this man, but it will be necessary to take precaution." Could we but know fhe land that ends our dark, uncertain travel. Where lies those happier hills and meadows low, Ail, if beyond the spirit's inmost cavil. Aught of that country could we surely know, Who would not go? Could We but Know. Old Scroggs—What did you carve on that tombstone I ordered a while ago? Monument Man—"Augustus Scrosrgs. R. L P." ..— . his hea , eyebrows. "Well, truly, that is not sq much of an undertaking, my emperor," said ha, "though, to be sure, gold weighs a good deal. Are there many boxes of it?" A V. QUEST, Old Scroggs—That's all right; but if I am not better by tomorrow just make it "G. R. I. P."—New York Sun. The young man bowed, at the same time throwing open the door to admit the visitor, and himself passing out and ciosjng it behind him. The newcomer on entering made a military salute, and then stood, cap in hand, with his eyes fixed on the inscrutable visage before him. He was near fifty year3 of age, of vigorous physique, with a thick, muscular neck, black hair cropped short, heavy black eyebrows and a fierce mustache. He was plainly clad, but though his dress was that of a civilian he had the bearing of a soldier. been aforetime doing the one night towns. His troupe came in from the West on a load of hay at about 11 o'clock, and played before the mayor at 2 o'clock in order to get a license to play here this week at the Globe, under the management of John Burbage, Might we but hear The hovering angels' high imagined chorus. Or catch betimes, with wakeful eyes and clear. "Only one, captain, and that does qof contain gold," replied Napoleon, with a smile. "Moreover, it is not so large hnt that you may lift it with one hand. See —there it stands in the corner," He was getting a shine on his boots as he lean«l up against the postoffice building, anfl observing that the bootblack had a black eye he remarked: He Was Off. One radiant vista of the realm before as. With one rapt moment given to see and hear. Ah, who would fear? night. Tbe dagger was produced in court and identified by Simpson. It was of Japanese manufacture, very sharp, with a curiously carved hilt. Shakespeare ought to dramatize the deluge, or the plague, or Custer's last charge, or Greenwood cemetery. "Hamlet" does not give him scope enough. An old lady who sat in the stall forward of our own last evening wondered why Shakespeare did not marry Hamlet and Ophelia, and put them in charge of a large and thrifty asylum, instead of killing them off. We could not tell her. No one could tell her. Were we quite sure . To find the peerless friend who left utflonely. "Sire, you shall be satisfied with me," said Solange, retiring. We would naturally think that John Burbage wottfd have enough "savey" abot\t him, even if this young scene eater of his did not, to see that the press might bo decently treated and suitable teats provided for its representatives, but, as nearly as we are able to make out, the bright young poacher from Avon desired to hay$ an entirely unprejudiced opinion regarding his debut, and if he will east his eye over these columns he will probably read in these lines a good imitation of a man trying to write an unbiased and entirely unpartisan opinion of a play after paying for his tickets. "That! Why, tire, it is hut a band box!" exclaimed Solange, following the direction of Napoleon's finger. "Surely, neither courage nor address is required to carry such a thing to its destination. Cannot the ulail9 take it?' "I fully believe it," returned the emperor gracionslv. "Raoul," he said to the secretary, who entered as Solange disappeared, "lot two of our best detectives follow that man, and never lose sight of him. If he is seen to speak more than a minute to any one, let him and the one to whom he spoke be instantly arrested and brought hither. Go! Be qnickl" "I am afraid you are prone to belligerency, my son." Or thure, by some celestial stream as pure. To gaze in eyes that here were lorelit only. This 'weary mortal coil, were we quite sure. / Mrs. Simpson, called by the defense, testified that between eleven and twelve o'clock on the night of February twentyfive, she and her husband bung then in bed. and her husband asleep, she had remembered having left a candle burning in an upper room of the house. She had feared possible fire, and had therefore put on her dressing gown and gone up stairs to put out the candle. As she passed the library door she looked through, it being ajar, and saw Harry Trent and another gentleman talking together. The other gentleman% wsis short—shorter by a good deal than Mr. Trent—and had a dark beard or whiskers. She had only a glimpse of him in passing; he stood rather sidewise toward her. She did not think he was seated, but could not swear that he was not. She was sure she saw hair on his face. He did not at all resemble the prisoner. She was able to give no explanation of his being in the house. Mrs. Simpson's evidence was the only thing of any weight brought out in favor of Darke, but tbe old lady weakened a little under the district attorney's severe cross-examination."What's them?" asked the lad. "You have been engaged in a physical contest." \ Who would endure? —Edmund C. Stedman. The district attorney, in asking for a verdict against the prisoner, said he should have been well pleased had there been better evidence to offer in his favor. But really there was no defense. The visit of the prisoner to the house was conceded; the possession of tbe dagger was conceded; a dispute on a matter involving a'woman's love was conceded; the fact that no one else was admitted to the house was conceded. As to the prisoner's explanations about the dagger, even had they been matter of legal evidence, they were utterly futile and ridiculous. No sensible man would credit them for a moment, and it would make no difference its to the probability of the prisoner's guilt if they were credited. With respect to the conflict of evidence regarding the identity of the prisoner with the person whom Mrs. Simpson thought she saw, the district attorney was far from wishing to diminish whatever weight it might have in the jury's eyes. But he fancied it would have very little. "Captain Maurice Solange," said the gentleman with the cigarette, "you and I became acquainted some years since at the battle of Solferino. You were then a private in the Twenty-third regiment I had lost my aid-de-camp, and intrusted you with a dispatch to General Tontaine, on our left wing. On your way to him you were wounded in the breast with a rifle ball. You delivered the dispatch, however, and returned with liia answer. In handing it to mo you fell from loss of blood. I had you tuken to my tent and placed in charge of my best surgeons. Qn your recovery 'yon wero promoted to be corporal." Captain Solange bowed low. "You remember it, sire?" "I don't catch." Grief should be Like joy—majestic, eqaable, sedate. Continuing, cleansing, raising, making free. Strong to consume small troubles, to command Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end. Grief. "Bring it out and place it or this table," said the emperor, still smiling. Solange obeyed. The box was of a size to be easily carried in the arms. It was of oak, with a plain exterior; but it was strongly put together, the framework of steel, painted to resemble wood. Napoleon put a key in the lock and opened it. "In other wordsD you resorted to muscular force _ where argument would no doubt have been far better." "Hamlet," in short, is morbid and impossible. Denmark was chosen as the scene because no one knows anything of Denmark, and an unprincipled dramatist feels free to toy with the truth in his treatment and his motif. We predict that "Hamlet" will finish out the week with a papered house and a biting frost. The play will never again be heard of. It is ephemeral, ribald, coarse, morbid, sacrilegious, untruthful, devoid of local gags, and does not in any way appeal to the better element of this place. The boy rubbed away for a while and tried to straiten the kinks out of the several expressions, and then suddenly looked up and queried: As Raai vanished Napoleon replaced the box in its corner, and then, reseating himself in his chair, lit another cigarette."Oht you mean my black eye, don't you?" Dick Burbage, Larry Fletcher, Gus Phillipps, Jack Heminge, Hank Condell, Billy Sly, Bob Arnim and Dick Cowley supported Shakespeare fairly well, but not so well as hia wife used to do, if we are not occupied in barking up the wrong tree. Solange peeped in and saw some folds of woolen cloth. The emperor lifted them up. "Of course I do." "You mean that I've bin in a fight?" "Yes." [TO &E CONTIKUISB J Perhaps no spectacle more Remarkable was ever offered to the eyes of man. Tho box was full of jewels. Precious stones of inestimable value lay packed together, like so many walnuts in a bunch. There were single getna worth a year's pay of a division of an army. They were all separated from their settings and bore no distinguishing mark except their uncommon size. Heaped closely together in thia manner, the splendor and brilliance of their hues was in great measure disguised, and they might have been mistaken for tinted crystals or even bits of glass. Indoed, it was difficult for the mind to conceive of such a concentration of wealth. A single handful of the contents of this box would be enough to make a man rich for life. There waq not one that was not of royal magnificence. Where had they all come from? That is a question that doubtless never can bo answered. Napoleon the First, in his campaign, had an eye to the pecuniary future of his dynasty, and h® must have helped himself with a free hand whenever opportunity offered. Could those stones have spoken, they might have told tales that would make tho enchanted valley of Sinbad and Aladdin's palace seem tame. There were a few superb rings in the collection, but otherwise, as has been stated, all were naked. "And got licked?" The Advantage! of Advertising, "Perhaps. It is very sad to see one so young walking in the path which leads to sin and disgrace." "Hamlet" is not destined to reach a holiday performance in the opinion of the critic of this paper. If we had written it we would give it a souvenir night, -'»nd in answer to a loud and pressing call on the part of the public we would substitute "Fanchon," with Maggie Mitchell in the title If Hamlet could jump into the tank and rescue Ophelia, and then sing a popular song while she was putting on soma dry clothes, she getting back in "You're off, old man—way off I" replied the lad with a good deal of spirit as he chucked his brushes into his box. "I wasn't scrappin' wid none of de kids. Seven big fellers was a robbin' of a man on Second avenue de oddor night an' I jumped in an' saved him an' his boodla, and got dis eye for me reward." "Oh, very well. I also remember that on several subsequent occasions I committed to you tho execution of orders involving danger and demanding prudence, faithfulness and courage. For jour successful performance of thegg duties you were promoted to be sergeant and finally captain. From year to jrear I have not lost sight of you. My uncle and myself have found no better servants than among those who have sprung, like you, from the ranks. I now desir - you to afford me a reason for bestowing upon you the Cross of the Legion of Honor. Would you care to possess it?" (CONTINUED ) CHAPTER IIJ. TRIAL AND SENTENCE. As our aim is not to harrow the reader with the multiplication of vain details, only the gist of the newspaper reports of the time will be given here. "Hamlet" is $ sort of Scandinavian or Danish play. Shakespeare takes the title role, bnt he lacks a goad deal of taking the cake. Most of the audience were worried all the evening, and several even inquired of the star openly what was eating him. STAC-E DOOR close, thetre: The old lady had been asleep and was still only half awake when she went up stairs. She had had a glimpse of some one through a crack of a door, and had thought it was a short man witn a beard. But he might have been sitting down, and a shadow might have caused the appearance of a beard. The jury would have noticed that Mrs. Simpson, in the witness box, had worn spectacles. She certainly was not likely to have worn her spectacles to bed, however, nor to have put them on to go up stairs on a voyage of discovery after a candle. Consequently that glimpse of hers through a crack in the door was likely to have been a very blind glimpse indeed. But it was unnecessary to pursue the subject or to weary the jury with further details. Everything pointed one way, and that was to the prisoner's guilt. Jt was a terrible thing that a man of his position and training should be guilty of a crime so hideous, but it was the jury's duty to pronounce as to the facts. And their verdict, besides avenging the death of an honorable and honored citizen, would 6how the world that in the city of New York there was but one law for rich and poor, for gentle and simple. "Oh, that's it! Then I am sorry to have said anything. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. Here's a nickiA ■sxtra." Daniel Parker, a policeman on duty near the house on the morning of February twenty-six, testified that he was summoned by the witness Simpson at fifteen minutes past six a. m., and described the position in which he found the body. After making a brief survey of the premises he got assistance and communicated with the captain of his precinct. The coroner's jury found that Harry Trent was feloniously murdered on the night of February twenty-five or the morning of February twenty-six, eighteen hundred and seventy, by a knife or dagger in the hands of Keppel Darke, an artist and portrait painter. The case was promptly laid before the grand jury, who brought in a true bill against the accused. He was committed for trial, and meanwhile was lodged in the Tombs prison. "My feelin's was hurted, sir, but dia makes it all right. Scrap wid a kid! Never, sir!" Shakespeare said afterward that he the play was too subtle for our people. Also that he could have played better if he had had something to eat during the day. Shakespeare is essentially a tank actor, and when he tries to elevate the stage he should do it by mechanical means. We could not help feeling sorry for Dick Burbage, who pHyed Ophelia, hist evening. Hia wliiskrr« cast a gloom over the character, a:ul when ho stepped on his dress and tore out all the gathers in the front hreadtlia he would have been indeed tough who could have sat there and laughed and cracked hickory nuts, as some near us done last night "That's right, my boy! A brave boy will not fight when he can avoid it." "My emperor, my one happiness is to serve yon. My one grief, that I cannot serve you enough." "No, sir, and besides, it was his elbow he hit me wid, and all by accident, ani do way I did lamb de stuffin' outer doi messenger boy and make him holler would hev made all your hair climb right up! Thankee, sir; I'm aJlus open to advice!"—New York Sun. Frank Munroe, a detective, said that the case had been put in the hands of the detective bureau at eight o'clock on the morning of February twenty-eix, and that he had been detailed to investigate it. There was a safe in the study at the new house; it was open, and it contained papers; by whom it had been opened, and whether or not any papers or valuables had been abstracted from it, there was nothing to thow. The windows of the rooms were olose and fastened; there was no sign anywhere of forcible entry. From information he obtained, he believed that the prisoner, Keppel Darke, wivs the last person with Mr. Trent before the Litter's death. He obtained a warrant for his arrest, and served it on him at his studio, in West Twenty-third street, at ten minutes before eleven o'clock a. m. February twenty-six. The prisoner, just before his arrest, was overheard to say something about killing the deceased. On being arrested he asserted his innocence. "Ah, a pretty compliment! In return I have a compliment for you. In France are thirty million Frenchmen. Of these thirty million I have chosen one man whom, for a certain important duty, I can trust most implicitly. Who is that man, Captain Solange?" The paptain stood erect and expanded his chest. "Sire, that man is myself 1" The district attorney announced that he was ready to go on with the trial at once, and Mr. Ban nick, of counsel for the accused, replied that no obstacles would be interposed on their side. Acpordingly, after a day spent in getting 4 jury, the trial began. We will summarize the evidence according to the chronological order of events. A Fable. A pert young ostrich, inflated by tha beauty of his growing tail feathers, encountered a hippopotamus taking the evening air by the bank of the river in which he was conducting his business. Sauntering insolently by, the bird turned the sedate beast's salute with a •legligent nod, affecting at the same time to yawn. "My young friend," said the hippopotamus, in a tone of reproof, "if you must indulge in that practice, let me at least show you how it is done by those who, have pursued it from youth." With these words he split hia face, and, Laying back the lid, exposed a cavern which presently closed on a paralyzed ostrich. Then the level beams of the sun fell with superfluous illumination on the features of a hippopotamus already lighted up by a saintly smile. m. The emperor twisted his mustache to conceal a faint smile. The bluff soldier, in his artless vanity, had no notion of criticising the parvenu character of an empire which was compelled to intrust some of its most vital secrets to its humblest subjects. But as the world now knows France early in 1870 was "dancing on a volcano." De Morney, the astute statesman, to whom a mission of confidence might have been intrusted, was dead; some say he was the half brother of Prince Bonaparte just shot Victor Noir. The growing prominence of Gambetta, the lampoons of Rochefort, indicated the rise of Liberalism. Napoleon saw his danger; he was ill in body, but his brain was busy with intrigues. A plebiscite was in contemplation to juggle Frenchmen and foreign nations into the belief that the empire was secure. He perceived that war was inevitable and he was feeling his way to an alliance with Austria. A successful war might retrieve everything; but meanwhile the edifice that he talked of "crowning" was crumbling. He feared the mob of Paris, and the gambler's instincts in him led him oij. Solauge was far enough from comprehending the significance of the sight "Are these all, sire?" he asked, lifting his eyes to the emperor's face. The day may oome when the stage will Iw elevated, but if Bill Shakespeare is going to do it he will have to get more of a move on him than he had last night, he can safely bet his sweet life. As it is now, an actor is regarded here as a sort of leper in grease paint, and we look to somebody with more intellectual pap and high purposes than this canvas covered Hamlet from the interior to jerk the profession out of the sinkhole to which it has sunk. time to strike in with a clear contralto and skirt dance, the play might go; but instead of this Laertes insults the priest at the grave of his own sister, Hamlet picks on his mother through five acts and then gives her a gourd full of poisoined boneset, stabbing his stepfather and cutting Laertes open from the anterior convolution of the windriff southwest to the left lobe of the watch pocket, thus allowing the cold night air to whistle through the drapery of his digestive doings. / Mrs. Sally Matchin, who appeared dressed in black, created a sensation in court by stating thart her real name was now Mrs. Harry Trent, widow of the deceased, she having been privately married to him in France in the year eighteen hundred and sixty-nine. It was on account of this marriage that Trent had built his new house. She was asked to give a reason for the secrecy that had been maintained, but the question was objected to and the objection' Was sustained. She said that she believed she bad been provided for in her late husband's will, but no will had at this date been found. She added that Mr. Trent bad taken tea at her home on West Eighteenth street on the afternoon before the murder, and that they had then arranged to immediately issue invitations to a reception at his new house, when the public announcement of their "They could be exchanged for a {joocj deal of money?" returned Napoleon quietly. "Have you any idea how much?" "In truth, I don't know much about such things. I never owned jewels in my life. But now, then, I remember. A friend of mine onoe had one, not so large as the least of these, which he said cost a thousand franc3. Of course, I did not believe such a story, but were it only half true I can understand that all these would be very valuable. Many thousand francs, perhaps; fifteen or twenty thousand?"• The judge, in summing up, said that the jury must confine themselves to the legal evidence that had been produced in court. The statements of the prisoner's counsel regarding the prisoner's motives and explanations did opt come under this head. They might or might not be true, but the jury could not consider them. On the other hand, the testimony as to the short man with the dark beard should receive their careful attention. It might bo of importance. All the evidence against the prisoner was circumstantial. There had been instances of such evidence being fatally mistaken, but such cases were as one to ten thousand where it had been correct, and it was sometimes even preferable to direct evidence itself. His address was short and impartial, and at its close the jury retired for deliberation. IV. Shakespeare knows as well as anybody his sad condition of things, for last •veiling after the alleged play, and while washing off nis makeup at the horse trough back of the Globe theater, he was approached by a yonng schoolmistress from Whitechapel road, who had a plush album, and after drying his hands on her apron with profuse apologies wrote us follows: Olympia Raven gave her evidence very quietly and clearly. She had known the prisoner for a year. She had commissioned him to paint her portrait for presentation to the deceased. The twentyfifth of February was the day appointed for the last sitting. She uad arrived with her mother at the studio at halfpast ten. The prisoner had informed her that Mr. Trent had told him the night before that he was contemplating marriage with her. She had denied the truth of this, and her denial had brought out the avowal of the prisoner's love for her, which she had reciprocated. At that moment the detective had entered and made the arrest. Briefly, let us say to the provincial press and managers that "Hamlet" will not do. The writer has a much better jDlay in the bottom of his trunk, which is In the social game the bumptious youth who plays splendor of attire against an expert pair of jaws courts the destruction awaiting any other flushed bobtaii that runs up against any other pair.— New Yoik Evening Sun. "A philosopher, possibly—if he wer» really a philosopher—might value them at less than that sum," said Napoleon, who had been watching the soldier's fac$ keenly, without seeming to do so. "But our artificial modes of life tend, to give fcheui an artificial worth. Besides, they have the interest of history and associations. Most of them belonged to my famous uncle, and were obtained Uy him during his campaigns. Others came in other ways. Blood has been spilt for them- romances are connected with them At the present time, however, there are but one or two persons, in addition to ourselves, who are aware that this collection exists. The secret could not be safely divulged, for men have risked and lost both their lives and their souls for less than a thousandth part the money that these stones would bring," only awaiting a fair hearing and sufficient capital to properly stage and produce it. "Hamlet" is better in dialogue than in plot; but it is rotten, to be plain and honest about it, and has no moral in it at all. Who wants to take his family to see a five act assassination? Who will seek to improve the morals of his friends by buying stalls for the purpose of seeing seventeen different styles of stiffs? marriage was to have been made. When theyparted that evening he was in good healtirDnd spirits. I for my sake do you with Fortune chide, YIh- guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, . h:it did uot better for my life provide 'I linu public means, which public m&uoern breeds. Hon. John L does not like children, and the B children were told of his disliko before he came to dinner Kit's Reason. lit tire comes it that my name receives a brand. with their parents. Before the dipner they had been instructed to be very quiet during dinner; so, although both of them regarded the visiter with some curiosity, aeither spoke a Word until dessert came on. Then little Kit piped np with an almond in her mouth and all the shrill femininity of seven years in her tones: They remained out eighteen hours. When they re-entered court the room was nearly empty. answer to the clerk's question the foreman said that their verdict was guilty of murder in the second degree, premeditation not having been established. It was, as same of the jurors afterward explained in interviews with the reporters, a deed done in the heat of passion over the refusal of Trent to liRten to Darke's proposal—the hasty outcome of a quarrel between two men both loving the same young woman. "You are, perhaps, a,ware," said the emperpr, in a few months France ma}r be drawn into a great war—one of the most important in its issues of our generation?" And almost thence my nature is subdued D u Irit it works iu UfctD the dyer's hand. -You are welcome to the verse," he We are glad to hear that the company is embarrassed. If we were to act in some of Mr. Shakespeare's plays without cutting out somo of the lines we would be embarrassed also. His humor is broad and coarse, his philosophy is sacrilegious, bis song and dance work is beneath contempt, and the general comment of the audience last evening as it came out was that of bitter disappointment.Cross-examined, she deposed that she had frequently soeq a Japarwaa knife similar to the one produced at the prisoner's studio; she had admired it greatly. She had noticed nothing in the prisoner's manner or speech at any time that was inconsistent with his perfeot innooence of the charge. She believed him utterly incapable of such a crime. • I. U*» gave her back the album anil D !C igraphic pen, "but if there be yet in your dinner pail, e'en though it i.Kj but a despised Bacon rind, I would* take it most kindly, fair one, if I might «Dck my snoot beneath the lid and find, ■'With Prussia, sire? Ah! ah! 1 have prayed for it! And you permit me to'W "Mr. L., I've thought how it is about you. Don't you suppose the reason you don't like children is because you haven't got any of us of your own?"—New York Press. "My brave Solange," interrupted the other, shaking his head, with a smile, "1 know that a man like you likes nothing so well as to risk his life on the battlefield. But it is not this that I now ask of you. When war breaks out you will be on the other side of the ocean—three thousand miles away." nayhap, besides, the pelt of a forgotten prune." With, that he did straightway clean out the dinner bucket of the wench, ns he had fasted all the way from Albuquerque, where he last played. Solange opened his eyes. "Of course, then, my guess was too. email—much too small," he reinarkod. 'Fifty thousand franca, then!" The emperor's face remained inscrutable. Solange took a long breath. "Come, let us say a hundred thousand?" he exclaimed, recklessly. On being asked by a reporter last evening, "Where do you go to from here?" Mr. Shakespeare profanely replied, "None of your — business!"' which shows that he is not even polite to those who manifest an interest in his business. He was equally rude to a man who asked him what his receipts were, and also what the difficulty was between liiiu and Bacon, and if Bacon was drinking any no^ Should "-Hamlet" fizzle ouc by Saturday and go into the oblivion business, as we predict that it will, the Glasgow Gaiety company, whose costumes are said to be out of sight, will fill yut the engagement at the Globe. Eliyvhere will be found a notice of their reception at Archy, where they tested the capacity of the house. Mrs. Raven, recalled, 6ald that she had thought Mr. Darke behaved veryqueerly on the morning of February twenty-six. He looked disheveled and haggard, and was violent in his manner. She had supposed him to be intoxicated. The Broker's Proposal. The judge sentenced the prisoner to imprisonment at hard labor for life. —Pftdfc Fairest maid, I'm but a broker, but my heart Hamlet, it would appear, is a prince whose father dies in such a manner as to create talkva,nd a sort of Staten Island inquest fails to throw any light on the subject, though Haiulet has bis suspicions that his uncle and his mother together liavo put up a job on the old man. This works on Hamlet bo much that some think he is a little warped mentally, and in order to do a little detective work he permits people to, think so. disdains tho brake When I think of what life would be were it not for your sweet sake; The prisoner was taken back to tbp Tombs, aud arrangements were made to send him to Sing Sing that night. Motion for a new trial was denied. The soldier's enthusiastic look faded. He fehrngged his shoulders depreoatingly.Art No^, Miss Shoddy—pleasa examine work of art, Mr. Jones. this Broken wprds proclaim my fervor, broken sighs my truth attest. And my heart beats broken measure 'neath my palpitating breast. pr. Taylor deposed as tq the appearance and character of the wound that caused deceased's death- The blade had penetrated the left lung and reached the heart. The blow must have been delivered by a person standing behind the victim. There was no sign of a struggle. Death must have been instantaneous. . "That seems to be an immense Bum/ said Napoleon. Jones—Er—what is it? "It is 'Sunrise in the it is painted by a friend of mineu" CHAPTER IV. tue'Tuan of destiny "There are other paths to glory," continued Napoleon kindly. "Come nearer. You are a soldier and you know that the fortune of war is uncertain. France— who can tell — may fail to accomplish" . ' "Impossible, s£re!" exclaimed the othet, boldly. will conquer! She must!" Broken down would be my vigoMsl my love you put to rout. With the fever of affection I'm completely broken out. At your feet I lay the treasure of a bank I helped to break. "Assuredly, it w&oldseem so to any. man. A man might labor night and day for a hundred years and not get together bo much as that." Jones examines it cxiticiiily for some time through his Eyeglass, and then asks: The prisoner toat taken back to t)\e Tombs. Mrs.'Alice Raven, called later in the trial by the defense in rebuttal, testified that Harry Trent had confidentially in(ormed her that it was his Resign to win he hahd of his ward, Olytnpia Raven, daughter of the Witness, but that at his request witness had kept her daughter tn ignorance of this plan. Cross-examined, she said that Mr."Trent had for Rtswiia} yearn past beep paying her an aii. una} of pight thousand dollars, and that he had tqld her that when his new house was finished he would propose to Olympia, and in case she accepted him would take then* both there to live with him. In re direct examination witness said that Mr. Trent bad not stated what disposition of bis property or hospitality he would make in case Olympia refused him. Olympia herself, called by the prosecution, testified that she had never received any intimation that her guard- Ci intended to marry her, and that in y case she would never have married him, though she loved him in another way very dearly. The latter part of this testimony wad objected to. Itanuaii Morns, neaa clem or Mr. Trent, testified that he dined at the club With Mr. Trent on the evening of the murder. They had discussed an important matter of business, relating to "Er—what trade did I understand you co say your friend waa following?"— Texas Siftings. "Very true. Nevertheless, my bjave Solange, if I were to pay every day this sum of one hundred thousand franca and continue those payments, not for a week, or a mouth, or a year, hnt foi fourteen years, 1 should s|iU have paid you barely the value in gold represented by this little boxful of stones. They are worth, in other words, at least five hundred million francs." And some broken lots of presents that you're also free to take. Though I'm broken in to sorrow and have drained life's bitter ctlp. Darling, if you should refuse me, surely I'd be broken up! Various witnesses teetifleq to the Kroner's good social standing and previous good character. Calling a Halt. His father finally returns in the form of a ghost and describes the whole thing to IJamlet. Last evening the Ghost was played by an unknown party who has formerly played the Croak of a Concealed Frog in "Fanchon the Cricket." H&haa also played the Croak in "yncle Tom * Cabin." Ho claims aiaa to have played Hell in th$ "damnation of Faust." "Let us hope so. If our arrqy were composed entirely of men like you, there indeed be no, question of it. But of our most dangerous enemies are not among those who will confront ns on the field." Hotel Proprietor—See here, I want you to stop charging guests such big fees. Mr. Bannick, in his speech for the defense, admitted that the prisoner had been in Mr. Trent's house on the night of the murder, but asserted that he had left it before eleven o'clock. He had gone to ask Mr. Trent's assent to his suit to Olympia Raven. Mr. Trent, in refusing it, had observed that he intended man-ying her himself. This statement, which was confirmed by the testimony of Mrs. Raven, a witness for the prosecution, showed that the deceased must have been a man of loose morals, for it had been shown that he was at the time already married to another lady. —New York Herald. Head Waiter—I has got ter live, sah. A Consoling; Possibility. "That's no reason why you should take every cent a man has. It makes guests feel despondent, and this morning one of them committed suicide in his '.•ootn and spoiled a fifty dollar carpet." -Good News. Elsewhere also we publish a piece marked "Communicated," from the pen of a prominent elocutionist, severely criticising Shakespeare's gestures as Hamlet. It is true that in all the five actsof "Hamlet"' Shakespeare hardly lifts his handaCiglier than his head and does not rais»bis voice above his salary daring the evening. His elocution is not half so loud or resonant as that of Professor Brightwateis, of Stagg's Garden, who teaches elocution and gives a most wonderful rendering of "The Maniac," which never fails to bring down the house or frighten teams that may be hitched to the feuee outside. "There's a hair in thissoup,"complained the bald headed guest. "ives, sir," replied the waiter, cheerfully, "but perhaps its one of your own, sir. 1 notice they've all got away."—Epoch. ' "If you know of any 6uch, my emperor, arrest them and order them to bo shot! Ma foi! There is powder and ball enough for traitors, at all events!" The soldier's jaws gaped, but came together again without a sound. His bluff visage became pale. He stared stupidly around him Flo moistcued his dry lips with his tongue, but still was unable to utter a word. is not a good actor, being alto-, gether too, restless for a ghost. In a ghost the chief charms are, if you please, cheerfulness and repose. Moreover, the Ghc«t last evening waa notioed by those who had good seats—in front of members oif the press—to wet its finger and pinch a flea that had concealed itself beneath the royal armor during the most tragic portion of the play. The state of Washington, it is claimed, has more coal than Pennsylvania, mora pinr than' Maiue and more fish than Mass* chusotts. "That may come afterward, mon ami. for the moment, it is expedient to appear blind to disloyalty, in order to induce it more fully to betray itself. Meanwhile, it is the part of wisdom to so act that nothing that may happen shall find us unprepared. Many a vic- Wry, Captain Solange, has been lost through not having sufficiently anticipated the possibilities and occasion of defeat." Il«i« and There. "You perceive, therefore," the emperor continued, "that, as .I said, it is no light errand that you are to undertake. It is not too much to say that you will have not only my fortune, but the future of the empiro in your hands." "Doesn't Gray in his 'Elegy' talk about the churchyard where the 'forefathers of the hamlet sleep?'" "Yes, what of it?° Explaining It. "Harry," said Mrs. B1 oobumper,''what , is the instantaneous method of taking photographs?" A man of loose morals is certain to have enemies, and such enemies as are apt to be moved to murder. Again, Mr. Trent was a dealer in diamonds; he was known to be often in possession of gems of immense value; he might easily have been murdered on this ground; but it was not even pretended that this h%d been the prisoner's motive. In fact, no motive whatever had been assigned—for to be informed that one has a rival in a The box wag full of jcwcU. "Nothing. Only in this country I notice they generally sleep in the churches."—Philadelphia Times. In a small private room in the palace of the Tuileries, in Paris, two meu were Bitting. One, a young gentleman about five and twenty years of age, occupied a desk near the window that looked out upon a broad, inclosed court, wbere a sentinel, iq blue coat and red pegtop trousers, was pacing his beat. There was a quantity of papers on the desk, and the voung gentleman was writinjr a And now, briefly, let us speak of the play. Passing over the fact that Shakespeare cannot act a little bit, and that all his methods are peculiarly the property of a former decade, also that his business is decade, let us treat of $he play with which this sometime poacher and sometime playwright has come to town. "It is a system by which your picture is taken in an instant after waiting half a day in the gallery," replied Bloobumper.—Munsey's Weekly. "Five—hundred—millions!" gasped Solange at last. "Great God! It is a nightmare! Five—huudred—mill"  Not a Good Kye. "I painted that." His ad. will be seen, in another column, following the proceedings of the board of supervisors. "Well, I am but soldier," said Solange. "mD' business is to obey orders, all, you are the emperor!" "Come, come; we are wasting time," said the emperor briefly. "You must fix your mind, not upon the millions, but upon the disposition yon are to make of them. You will carry the gems packed in this box as part of your baggage, but "I had no idea you were so clever with the brush. You can almost perceive the odor of the roses." Farmer (to broker)—Isn't money east* er? Money Taster. In an interview with a reporter of this paper last evening, when asked about his gestures, Shakespeare flippantly replied that his *Hamlet gestures were attached at Jasper, and so last night ho Napoleon sighed "Yes, it is a singular thing, this being an emperor," ha muttered, half to himself. "In order to "Roses? They are chrysanthemums." -New York Sun. Broker-How' do you mean? Easier to get or easier to lose?—Washington Star. Not only is-"Hamlet" abnormally fatal.