Pittston Gazette

              ( Oldest TewsoaDer in the VVvoming Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 26, 1891. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ; Animals. Dupont, who bad all the imagination that Solan ge lacked, was gifted also with the power of effectively disguising his feelings and designs wiien he deemed it expedient to do so. He accordingly professed to be satisfied with the other's ultimatum; but, at the same time, privately made up his mind to get at the bottom of the mystery, whatever it was. And very likely ho would havo succeeded, but that destiny chose another way to briug about the issue. PART TWO-TREASURE. Wedded l.etwoen tw D se.it posite side of thC* :ii 1 \ \D- present position of tli-■ c ir -f clineil plane above til p v whose right arm, was within Keppet'a tvau'.i a He took hoLl of the li and clanmiy—tiic? ii "Some Developments of the Trent Murder," which Keppel proceeded to read with interest. Its date was apparently of the day previous: • tie lost all sense of direction, and thought only of putting one foot before the other. Often he fell, but scrambled up again and groped onward. Whichever way he turned the swamp seemed to lie in wait for him. lie thought: "It will swallow me up in the end! And it was for this that I escaped from the railroad wreck!" Just then he stumbled up a slope, and his feet trod on firmer groantf. The bushes and trees thinned away. Looking up he saw before him a black, rectangular mass. He drew nearer; it was a house. There was no light in the windows. It seemed ruinous and deserted. But it was a human habitation, and would suffice. He passed around the corner and found the door; it yielded to his hand. He entered, and felt his way along the partition of the hallway to another door on the left.- Passing in he saw a gleam of light through a crevice in front of him. In another moment he had crossed the floor and was standing on the threshold of an inner room. POINTERS FROM BILL NYE eign nations will not put up a luncneon and come to see the Portland exposition unless you give them something instructive and unusual. DISAPPOINTED. I think lootiid turn and live vt 1th anim.Vs, they are so placid and self contain'd; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their con- CHAPTER VI. TWO DESPERADOES. .\;3 .C billy (I r.ynward. 1 a 1 in After Waiting All These Tear* It WM Too, Too Much. A big, burly man about thirty yean ol age entered a shoe shop on Grand avenue the other day, and after looking all around and closely scanning the propria* tot, he said; "You are not the man who run tM# shop fifteen years ago?" s "No." "The will of the late Harry Trent was discovered yesterday in a package of documents left by him in a bureau drawer at the Bellevue hotel, in Philadelphia. He spent the night of February twenty-second hist at this place, and seems to have forgotten to take the documents away with him. The will is dated February twenty, eighteen hundred and seventy, and is very short, devising all his property, real and personal, to 'my wife, Sarah AUhea Trent.' It is properly signed and attested. This will be of interest to those who ventured to express doubts as 4o the genuineness of the marriage announced in court last Tuesday by Mrs. Trent—until then known as Mi'3. Sallie Matchin. Mr. Trent at all events app.virs to have shared her opinion regarding its validity. The other documents in the package were not of an important character. A SHINING LIGHT SPREAD ON THE You ask about the ballet. I am not the proper man for you to put that question to. You know that I am prejudiced in favor of the ballet, and so yon should not ask me that question. But the exposition of '89 had as one feature the Algerian, or stomach dance, which was a very drawing card indeed. It was an odd dance, wildly barbaric, and a trifle on the decomposed Delsarte order, perhaps, with a beautiful Algerian girl in it, of the Lalla Rookh variety, who, I afterward learned, was a native of the Rue de Foi Gras. Many of the visitors went to see this dance several times, and this Algerian girl practically owned the town, and carried away with her, figuratively speaking, to her desert home, the cosmopolitan pelts of those who witnessed her strange and yet graceful gambols. A 2-year-old colt that has just forsaken the home nest and made his glad debut on the clover studded lawn is not a circumstance to tho gladness and grace of that performance. You might think this over. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep (or their sins. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things. Not one kneels to another nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. dition. It will be remembered that the jury adjudged Keppel Darke guilty of murder in the second degree—perhaps to fortify their consciences against the phantom of that small man with tho hair on his face. The public—so far as the newspapers represented it—professed itself satisfied with the sentence of imprisonment for life in Sing Sing. The prisoner himself, however, was ungrateful enough to declare himself highly discontented; and Olyinpia Raven, who contrived, in spite of her mother's protestations, to gain access to the prison before he left New York, said to him words which he never forgot, and tvhdoh made him resolve never to give the hope of freedom. "Keppel," she 5-lid, "I know you are innocent. I promise to love you al ways and never to marry j ny man but yon." tool, limp EXPOSITION BUSINESS. Bracing his fe;Dt a.r liast soma fr.»g:n Dats of wreck, lw graspod the body round ihe waist and dragged it, from its position. It was, as h? had surmised, that of the young man in whom he had fancied a resemblance to himself. 1 of a co In Running Expositions on the Whole- sale Plan You Must Hustle in a Manner Not American —Things to lie Avoided [Copyright, 1831, by EJprar W. Nye.] While the Santa Lucia was still a tb ~Dr"*and miles distant from her port, Portland, Or., April 2,1891. "Are you his son, brother or any rel*D Iation?" —Walt Whitman. He had been killed by amass of metal, which had strnck him in the face, crushing in the features and tho fro.it of the brain. Except that the countenance was thus rendered utterly unrecognizable, the bod y seemed unin j ured. Keppel chuckled. "Yon have died to save me," he said, "at the right moment and in the right way. May your soul have peace, brother." Dun Mr. Nvb—1 have just been elected by a majority of tho votes counted—assisted by the board of directors—secretary and superintendent of the Portland Industrial exposition. You will thus see I am to fill two offices at once. Now, it so happens that tho offlce of superintendent holds the most, and therefore needs tho most filling. The great trouhje with me is what kictl of filling to use in order to mako it look pretty in its upholstered condition without too much cmbimpoint. In connection with an exposition;  Is not a sinecure, they say, nor do 1 believe it Is a mind cure. The man woo fills it, I'm told, nets acquainted with a lot of queer people and some grief. I havo filled everything from an aching void to the position of teacher in a night school where tho boys were so big I didn't daro to see any of the girls home, but as superintendent of a big fair my personal experience is limited to working for first prize in the fat hog annex of tho York Stato fair of i860. "No." What I Live For. st-.iug over smooth seas, with light but r.ither baffling winds, the second mate fell ill, and the captain, after investigatin ■ his condition, returned to the deck Willi a grave faces Tho mate remained shut up in his bunk for two days, during which time there was a great deal of more or lessoutspoken speculation among the ship's company as to the nature of his illness. The captain, in answer to all inquiries, responded that the mate was suffering from a bail attack of indigestion and would be all right in a day or two. But on the third day Dupont, who was always the first to discover everything, told Maurice that the disease the mate had was yellow fever. Twelve honra later the mate was dead, and then the trnth was known to every one. Before sunset a seaman bad caught the infection, and that night three others were seized with the pestilence. "Where is the man?' "He is dead." I live for those who love me. Whose hearts are kind and true; For the heaven that smiles above mo "What—dead!" "Been dead fourteen years. Owe you anything?" "No! I owed him something. I owed - him the all firedest licking a ever got, and I came in to give 2t to Mm to* day." And awaits my spirit too; For all human tics that bind mc. For the task by God assigned me. For the bright hopes yet to ttud me. And the good that I can do. 1 live to learn their story Who suffered for my sake; To emulate their glory The authorities were very proud of the rclerity which bad characterized their ■omhict cf tho case from the beginning. As quickly as possible he removed the dead iaan's coat and waistcoat and exchanged them for his own, patting the latter upon the corpse. Then, drawing the lifeless arm into a suitable position, ho passed the free handcuff round the wrist and sprung the lock. The body was now chained to that of the daad detective. "You miifet submit to be mistaken for n murderer, my good fellow," ho muttered. "You will never know it; and, besides, I am innocent—if that i3 any consolation to you. So now—goodby!" There was a low bed against the opposite wall. At its head stood a table, on which was a lighted candle and some small bottles. The furniture of the room was wretched in the extreme aud the atmosphere foul and stifling. "Well, you are too latw. Why did you wait so long?" t "He was a big fellow and had a bad look to him. I was only a boy when 1 came in here one day fifteen years ago to have a lift put on the heel of mj boot. I accidentally upset some of hii traps and he put the lift somewhere else. I told him I'd gro-w for him, and that*a what I've been doing." "Sorry for you," said the shoemaker as he shaved away at a piece of sola leather. And follow in their wake: Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages. Tterhoroic of ail ages. Whose deeds crowd History's pages And Time's great vorimo make. "It will be noticed that no provision is made in the will for Mrs. Raven and her daughter Olympia, who are understood to have been distantly related to the deceased, and to have been receiving from him an annual stipend of some eight thousand uplkra. This fact will probably occasion some comment, as it was intimated at the late trial that Mr. Trent had proposed to make Miss Raven his wife. Poiaibly the desire that he should make such a proposal was father to the statement that he had done so. His will seems to show not only the baselessness of the assertion, but that for some reason or other Mr. Trent intended in the future to let these two ladies take care of themselves. It is to be hoped that they possess independent resources. Instead of lingering along for two or three years they had their man convicted in threo or four months. It was u lovely day in summer when sentence was pronounced, ani in .order to maintain their good record they arranged to dispatch the prisoner to Sing Sing that night. I live to hold eommunio.i Punch and Judy would draw the English people. It is a kind of humor that apiwals to the Euglish, and yet it leaves the brain tissue unimpaired. It is a broad yet pure humor, which is prompt in its action on the English wind, producing 110 dangerous relapse or secondary symptoms. Some kinds of humor are highly injurious to the British, because they may recur to the mind at a future time, when the victim is not prepared, or. still worse, the point of the joke may break out suddenly on a future generation and create mucn trouble. You might spring a subtle piece of humor on an Englishman and produce no appreciable effect, but think of his helpless grandchild 0:1 whom the humorous her- might fall! With all that is divine. To feel there is a union Oil the bed was 6treteheCl the gaunt and ghastly figure of a man, who, as Keppel appeared, raised himself with difficulty on his, left elbow, and with his right hand leveled a revolver at the intruder. The glare of his sunken eyes was appalling, and his hand shook so that the pistol wavered from side to side. "Haiti or I shoot you!" he said, with a strong foreign accent. Twist Nature's heart and urine; To profit by affliction. Reap truth from fields of fiction. Grow wiser from conviction And fulfill God's grand desiin. At sunset a heavy thunderstorm sprang np, anil instead of clearing away after an hour or tsvo fresh battalions of clouds gathered as darkness fell, and the electrical flashes and detonations shivered and resound sd through the heavens. The train with Keppel on board started from the station in the midst of a drenching rain. I live to hall that season There were twenty-five persons on board when the ship left St. Elmo; at the end of a week after the fever appeared only fifteen wero lef-t alive. The captain, Dnpont and Solange were the most active in nursing the sufferers. The two first had seen yellow fever before, and Solange showed the handiness and adaptability of an old campaigner. These three were also the only ones who escaped the panic that is among the most effective predisposing causes of the disease. As fast as the men died they were stitched up in their hammocks and buried in the sea. No one who had been attacked recovered, but at length the epidemic seemed to have run Its course, and for two days there were no fresh cases. "It's a mean trick! It's fifteen years thrown dead away! Have his heirs anjf claim on this shop?" "And you are not related?' "Not in the least." "Then I couldn't punch your head on the old account?" "Mercy, no! Might aa well punch the Chinaman next door." * "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't see how it can bo helped. I suppose I ought to have kept closer track of him. You don't- want to stand up before me?" "Oh, no, no, no." " Well, good day. I'd like to give you one punch for the sake of the deputed, but I'll let you off this time."—Detroit By gifted ones foretold. When men shall live by reason Clambering out of the wreck, he stood upon the track besida the shattered train. He could vaguely see people moving about or standing in groups. The noise of escaping steam had ceased, but the groans of the wounded and dying passengers could still be heard intermittently. A figure approached him carrying a lantern. It was one of the brakemen.And not alone by gold; When man to man united. And every wrong thing righted. The whole world shall bo iiglitcd As Eden was of old. "Don't shoot!" cried Keppel, lifting bis hand. "I mean you no harm. I'm fainting from fatigue and hunger. I must eat and sleep." I live for those who love me. For those who know me true. For the heaven that smiles above me And awaits my spirit too; For the cause that lacks assistance. For the wrong that needs resistance. For the future in the distance And the good that I can do. --O Linntou.s Banks, Keppel sat in the car next the baggage car. Frank Monroe, the detective who had arrested him, sat in the seat by his side. Ilis left wrist was fastened to the right wrist of the officer by the handcuffs. Another C5ffieer sat in the seat in front of him. There were about twenty other passengers in the car; but few or none of thera were aware that Keppel was a prisoner—still less that he was the famous murderer of Ilarry Trent. "In Mr. Trent's breast pocket at the time of his death was found a letter written in cipher, the purport of which was not made out. It was not produced at the trial, as the prosecution was not of the opinion that it could throw any light 0:1 the case. It is now published, however, in the hope that some cipher expert may be able to elucidate it, and thus, perhaps, furnish an explanation of some of the mysterious circumstances that yet surround Mr. Trent's tragic end. The letter is as follows: The man lowered his weapon. "Ah! it is no ghost, then?" he muttered in French, and sank back on his pillow. "Are you hurt, sir?" he said, pausing. Keppel approached and looked down on him. He seemed all skin and bone; his hair grew disorderly on his forehead, and the lower part of his face was covered with a three weeks' stubble of red beard. His skin was dark yellow, his lips black and parched. Keppel had never seen the yellow fever, but he perceived that the man was dying. He had arrived at this deserted spot in time to behold the curse of Maurice Solange fulfilled upon the thief who had betrayed him. "Only a few bruises," replied Keppel. "But I believe most of the others in our car were killed. And, by tho way, there was one odd thing"  Punch and Jndy will appeal to those who may not have seen anything to laugh at in Ethan Allen. You might try it. Sam Jones is a good drawer. So is Sara Bernhardt— in fact, they are a pair of those. Bat we will let that pass. Mr. til air is not available. He is"going on a foreign mission. Possibly he will go before this letter reaches you. He heard of a foreign country yesterday evening that he had not tried yet. You ctnnot expect him. He is almost sure that he will go abroad, and is only waiting for a permit which may come at any time. Then, when all seemed well, Solange himself was smitten.• Hfe struggled manfully against, the fatal grasp of the fever, but in vain. "Why, thero was a prisoner aboard— he was bandcutied to an officer—they were taking him to Sing Sing, I suppose." "What was that, sir?' Free Press. ric Knew me Annual. The teacher of a Sunday school had been reading a story of the ceuturion who had great faith, and whose servant was healed at the Lord's word. The teacher had dwelt on the lesson of the story, and had seen that that was properly enforced; and then she said to a bright boy in the class: "And now can you tell me what a centurion is?' Most of them began to be sleepy after half an hour or so and disposed themselves as comfortably as they could for a nap. Even the detective's eyes were heavy, and he kept himself awake only by a vigorous chewing of tobacco. But Keppel was not sleepy in the least. He felt as if he should never sleep again. He reviewed in his mind all the incidents of the last three months. A silent passion of rage and rebellion seized upon him. He felt that to gain liberty he would do murder a hundred times over. He was at deadly war with the world; it had taken from him without justification everything that he held dear. No imaginable retaliation on his part could be too great. But he was absolutely helpless. Ho was chained to his captor, and in little more than an hour he would be between walls that he could never scale. The rain dashed against the windows; the lightning glared through the darkness. Oh, if heaven would but send a bolt to shatter his fetters and set him free! "Why, that was tho fellow that killed Harry Trent! What became of him?" THE ALGERIAN DANCES. When he realized that his time had indeed come, the anxiety caused by the thought of the peril to which his recent mission was thereby exposed had the effect of worsening his disorder. His mind was in no less pain than his body; he had set his whole soul upon fulfilling the emperor's command, and he could look upon his illness in no other light than as a crime on his own part. He had undertaken a duty—as important a one as had ever been intrusted to a soldier—and be was about to fail in it. The emperor, never hearing from him, would suppose that he had been unfaithful and had yielded to a base temptation. It was more than probable that the whole future of France might be compromised by his failure. He writhed in helpless agony at the reflection. And every hour— every minute—he grew worse, and knew that fate would be too much for him. "I was sitting iu the seat next him. He's lying there stone dead, and the detective's with him. His life imprisonment didn't last long!" " 'Slmpi F, npi. C q gnl F. pil pink oghi mlhg npi. E. mkpi C, Klmh F, pion qolg C. qkin F, hqon qolg B qkng F. olmh qolg C inhgq omgk qlin B hkq F. hupq ngino mioq S lmpi. F, oilg qolg nlqg kgli kgli (J lnho. F, Mogl. C okiq phno S. lmni C. omgk. F hlnm F. mlgi O hqgi B. hiq S. pkol. C q knp olmp F, hlkp hnio B. nlo. F, oim C ngil mkqn S. lmpi C ngil F. hqon misq F, qopg q. go C iko F. opi C. pghq mkqn B qglp C mkqu F. ongl opkn C hqpm F, oinq E lnig F, hkom B imq C. ngoi. F. mpqn. knli. oih hgo F. imqg E lipg F. hnoi E mkpi F, hign ikmn.' As you were in tho purlieus of Paris during »he exposition, forming a large section of the American exhibit, and climbed M. Eiffel's tower while your salary was marching on, it seems to mo that you might give me a few pointers. I am particularly anxious to draw a crowd at the main door and then get it inside aud have some fun with it if so disposed. I would like to keep this up every day for a month, giving tho people tlmo enough to sleep Sundays and rest so that they could start in fresh a,-ain Monday. I tell you as a matter of fact wj are to hpvo a great exposition, but 1 want you to make it sure. {TO BK C'NTISUfDj "Dead, is he?" said the brakeman. "Well, if I was he, I'd rather be killed in a moment in a railway iiccident than live fifty years in a prison. Some said, though, that he never murdered Trent. But I guess he got his deserts." Th«iDrjr and Prartlee. (continued ) Eloquent Philosopher (to assembled group of contemporaries)—Yes, tho true basis of haman happiness, you will find, my fellow philosophers, consists in the supremacy of tho will over the desires, and the contempt one learns to feel for the earth's greatest dross—riches. You speak of Mr. Gould in a show window shearing coupons off his bonds as a feature. I would favor that, but yon know, perhaps, that Mr. Gould cannot sit in a draft, especially a sight draft, as ho has facial neuralgia or Tic$00. Do not depend upon him, for I am siire he could not come. "Yes'm," said the boy, very promptly, "it's a horse with a man's head on."— CHAPTER V Boston Transcript. SOLANGE DOES HIS BEST, In eighteen hundred and seventy trav- "No doubt of it. Well, good night, shall walk on to Tarry town." What Clo you think, of introducing tho ballet? Do you imagine that Punch and Judy can candidly be considered a chestnut? What are the drawing powers of Sam Jones and Sara Bernhardt and AUcock'a porous plaster, relatively speaking? I)o you think the Siamese Twins could be restored with success or a galvanic battery? What do you think of ex-Senator Blair, of old New Hampshire, in an oration of thirty days' duration? How would he compare with Dr. Tanner on a fast for that period of time? Could they hold tho crowd, or would we have to lock tho people in? Provided I battened down the hatches, locked everything up and oiled the burglar alarms, do you believe Jay Gould in the act of shearing coupons would draw a crowd or an inference? What will re-* move ink from the letter that never came from Henry Watterson to D. B. Hill? Can you furnish me, for framing, a copy of the law preventing David B. Hill from running for mayor of New York in addition to governor of and senator from the Empire State? Can you send me for the art gallery a certified portrait of Annio Rooney, deceased? Should ensilage be cut often, and if so, in what quarter of the moon should the abridgment take place? May I safely introduce into the restaurant of the •xposition gumquats as a side dish? Do you think it a good idea to fix special days, such as press day, dog days, or would you leave it to your next almanac? Do you think that the free coinage of silver will interfere with the counterfeiting industry; if so, in what respect? Could I successfully cross the gold bug and the potato bug and use the resultant in the fat stock show? If not, why not? Do you think John L. Sullivan would be out of plaice in the chamber of horrors which I propose introducing in the exposition? A Victim of Fate. el to America by the eastern route was a good deal less easy than it is now. But to an old campaigner like Maurice Solange hardships that would have discouraged ordinary tourists were as noth- "Good night, sir." Chorusof Philosophers—Ah, how true! Eloquent Philosopher (continuing)— Now, to illustrate  Young Lady—I suppose you are ver rasy at your office, Mr. Blotter. Mr. Blotter—Yes, the cares and rt Keppel stepped off up tho track. He had no settled plan of flight, but so long as he did not meet any one who knew him he felt little or no apprehension. In the belief of the world, tomorrow morning he would be dead; his obituary would be read in tho papers by millions of people. Nevertheless, it behooved him to keep out of sight, and as soon as might be, to make whatever changes were possible in his personal appearance. He would cut his hair—he might be able to bleach it, perhaps—he would let his beard grow. He must move out of the country too; if he could contrive to get to Europe bo much the better. Ho must take another name, and look forward to a life under totally changed conditions. A new life, a lonely life. Henceforth ail his old friends and acquaintances were his deadliest enemies. All but one! Olyinpia had said that she believed in him. that she loved him and would marry none btit him. Aye, but she, with the rest of the world, would now think of him as dead. Death obliterates all things —memory and love and the rest. But what if he should send her a secret message or sign informing her of his safety? He paused in his walk to reflect No, it would not do, as the message might miscarry; and, if not, what avail to write to her? She could not come to him. They could not get married and go off together. To know that he was alive might give her happiness for a moment, but in the long run it could only make her miserable. Moreover, money would be indispensable, and where was it to come from? He might still paint pictures, it was true, but it would not be safe to do so in this country; and as to Europe- It was better to select some other profession. Yet what profession could bring the immediate returns that were necessary? Robbery wa3 the only one, and there were objections to that! How was he to procure the means of buying his next meal? "The paper on which this curious effusion is written appears to be of French manufacture.'! Club Waiter (picking up a silver piece) -Which of you gentlemen does this dollar belong to? order—a wooden box fitted with a hany die to carry it by in one hand and an old carpet bag in the other. Sometimes, when he had to travel sonSe distance on foot, he strapped the box on his shoulders. So independent was he that he never engaged a porter, but jogged along sturdily, finding a solace for all mishaps in a pipe of tobacco. He met with little or no hindrance on his way, beiug furnished with all necessary passjiorts, and also, when occasion required, producing special letters or documents that secured him safe passage. i rnvor-ang the Ked sea lie went to 'Jt-ilon. and there got passage in a steamer bouud for Melbourne. Crossing thence to New Zealand he disembarked at Napier, and after waiting there a week engaged a berth on a merchant vessel bound via St. Elmo and Pitcairn Island to Panama. She was a Spanish- American ship and bore the name of Santa Lucia. ing. He journeyed in light marching Such was the newspaper article, some passages of which moved Keppel painfully. Olympia, it seemed, would be reduced to want just at the time when he was powerless to render her any assistance. The situation greatly perplexed him; for Harry Trent had told him with his own lips that he intended reserving Olympia for himself, and he had given it out publicly that Mrs. and Miss Raven were to live with him in his new house, yet he was married to Sally Matchin at that very time, and five days before had executed a will cutting off Olympia without even the proverbial shilling. There was something odd about this; it demanded investigation. The first thing to be done was to find out the real murderer of Harry Trent; the remainder of the mystery would probably resolve itself. But who would find the murderer out? Obviously, no one would concern himself about the matter unless Keppel himself did, and certainly he was in D0 position to enter upon such a quest at present He could only promise himself that he would never forget the purpose to do so, nor rest until it had been accomplished. Philosophers (to a man)—Me'—Kate Field's Washington. Dupont meanwhile faithfully tended him; the lank, red haired adventurer displayed all the tact and cleverness of a woman. He always spoke cheerfully to the sick man, and his genius for telling amusing stories seemed to grow with the demands upon it. Nevertheless, Dupont knew that the chances of his friend's recovery were infinitesimal, and he perceived that he had something on his mind. Dupont had previously made up his mind that he would find out what Solange's mystery was, and he awaited developments. A Dull Season His eyes, wandering about the car, became fixed upon at young man who was seated in the next seat forward, on the other side of the aisle. It struck him that this young man bore a considerable resemblance to himself. He was tall and rather slender, and had long dark hair that hung down on the back of his neck. His hands were slender, with long pointed fingers. The face was scarcely like his; the nose was different, and there was a slight mustache on the upper lip. His coat, too, instead of being black, like Keppel's, was a gray summer tweed. He sat in the corner of the seat by the window, with his head thrown back, asleep. How careless and secure he looked. He had a happy life before him. There were no fetters round his wrists; no gloomy jail to shut out forever the smile of the world and the companionship of men. But for the accnned blind fate that makes the innocent suffer for the guilty, so might Keppel bam been sitting at that moment. He ground his teeth together and a sweat broke-oat on his forehead. '-:!i |  : I - ! sponsibilities of a mercantile career are many; yet we have moments of leisure. Tf you will eome down with your mother some morning I shall be happy to show you over oftr building. One evening, after a long silence, Solange spoke: "How far are we from Panama, Francois?""Still two days at least, if the wind is fair, mon brave." AN AMERICAN EXHIBIT. Solange was the only passenger. But Your reference to Governor Hill n ontirely unworthy of the important oiuces he holds. Governor Hill has no notion of becoming mayor of New York. HLs other offices entirely engross his attention. He could not give the office of rnnyor of New York that degree of espionage which it requires. A man who is governor of a great state and senator alDDojloes uot care to be mtyor of New York, 0 open ex]Dositions with a few depnltory remarks. at St Elmo another was taken on board "Sacre!—I shall never last it out!" "Never lose heart! You will be all right in a day or two," These are simply details, bat if you have any general ideas upon the conduct of an exposition, showing how it should to run, I would llko to have n Tew sacks of the early variety. Yours anxiously. It. W. Mitchell, —a tall, thin fellow, with red hair and an aquiline nose. When Maurice, leaning over the taffrail, beheld this individual approaching from afar he uttered an exclamation, and the pipe which he held between his teeth escaped from its position and before he could catch at it dropped into the Pacific ocean. "Well," said Maurice to himself, with the resignation of a philosopher, "the pipe is gone, but if Francois Dupont has come it is a compensation!" And Dupont it actually was—neither more nor less. "I shall be at the bottom of the ocean. Ah, I know it! I have tried my best, but it is no use. The emperor will curse me for a scoundrel!" "Why don't you go to work?" "There ain't much doiu' at iny trado Dow." As for the cipher, although Keppel was somewhat of an ;ulept at cryptic writing, he soon perceived that here was a problem ont of the common run. It did not respond to the usual tests. Thus, of the seventeen different characters (commas and periods included) that composed it, three occurred six times or less, seven from twelve to twenty-nine times, and seven from thirty to forty times. Plainly, therefore, they could not be signs answering to letters of the alphabet. Again, the cipher consisted of groups of four characters (neither more not leas) and of single capitals. Of the four character combinations—over sixty in all— only seven occurred more than once in the course of the composition. Of the Secretary and Superintendent. Dear Robert—I r.m glad to know that you are to have a great industrial exposition in Portland worthy of the wonderful country of which she is the metropolis. How you came to be the superintendent and secretary I do not know. The Oregonians are humor loving people, and hke to put up jobs on their neighbors. Possibly that has something to do with it. "What is your trade?" "Pickin' flowers off ercentni/plfata.* -Life. "The emperor!" repeated Dupont, looking up. "Did I say the emperor! Bah! my mind wanders." (Unfortunately they chose a morning when, the porter being ill, Mr. Blotter's employer had delegated him to perform the somewhat humble duty.)—Puck. Foropaugh's traveling circus and menagerie had been ditched by a -ailroad accident on a road in Tennessee, and one of the lions had escaped from his broken cage and sought shelter in a log cow pen near at hand. Our train was following the circus and had come to a stop, and most of the p&sssngera went forward tc lend the showman a helping hand. The lion was the only animal \yhich got away, and the men were calling for nets and ropes and volunteers, whtjn a lanky, angular nati?e who hadn't had his hair cut in a year, and who was riding e mule even more homely than 1 himself reached the highway crossing and dismountedBearded tlie Lion. "Listen to me, Maurice," said Dupont, bending over. "Your mind is not wandering, but there is a weight upon it I have seen it all along, it has retarded your recovery. Come! I am your friend, am I not? If I were as you are I would confide in you. I don't know what worries you; but, if I did, I might be able to help you. And if I can you don't doubt that 1 will—eh? Come, free your soul, my lad, and your body will be all the better for it." Eusilage should be cui as early as possible. Some us3 a teething ring for cutting their ensilage, but I think it injures the gooms. Gumquats are not j-ipular in exposition restaurants generally, especially during the heated term. What are gumquats, hnyhow? Sjecial days are not advisable, unless you think it wonl.i lDe well to have special days such in you suggest, and feel certain woull be successful. In that caw*, if you' felt assured that it would be advisable to do so. you might consider it a good plan to do so, and in case of auccecs you wox.H, of course, be glad thai you did ho. Yon ask me how best to run the exposition, and so I will try in as little space as possible to do so. Having the Paris exposition still fresh in my memory, I feel like throwing out a few hints regarding the matter which I know will bo valuable. Took the Tell. Carruthers — Where were you last night? Waite—An old flame of mine took th« veil, and I attended the ceremonies. * Waite—Affected? You could haV® heard her screams half a mile; about a ton of rice went down the back of hor neck.—New York Herald. Carruthers—Was she much affected? A sudden thought caused him to search the pockets of his coat and waistcoat—the garments which he had taken from the dead man. separate capitals F occurred twenty-two times, C seventeen times, B six, S five and E four times. All this was very puzzling, and was to be elucidated, if at all, only after prolonged study, of which Keppel's brain, at that juncture, was far from being capable. Meanwhile thp housCniaid knocked at the door and summoned him to breakfast. He replaced the cipher in his pocket and went down. Expositions should have, in the first place, a spinal column of worthy and valuable exhibits—a sort of hatrack, if you please, upon which to hang the popcorn privileges and other features which are of minor importance. The exposition must not be a gigantic boxoffice, with a slight annex of corn 6hellers and patent beehives. People do not care to go a great distance to witness recent methods of pulling candy or making lemonade without the aid of lemons. "If I were sure that.I must die"—muttered Solange, hesitating. There were papers and letters, and in the right hand pocket of the waistcoat there was a small roll of bills—four or five in all. It was too dark to discern the denominations, but there could not be less than five dollars. It was enough for the present; and indeed Keppel, who still had some traditions of conscience left, was glad it was not more. Nobody could feel the loss of so small a sum, and it was of disproportionate value to Keppel himself. "You are a sick man; but I have told yotrthe only chance for recovery," said Dupont, shrugging his shoulders. "One believes in Providence, I suppose? Well, is it not Providence that has sent your best friend to your side at such a moment?"Mr. Lozier Hope—May I—may I— to your father, Miss Cole? A Purely Business Motive. /a exciting thirj and a feature that ria.-i always drawn enormous crowds jvc**ywhere that it has been tried, is a dix-usssion between two able men on vifc.l questions, like this for instance, "/» the TctrijJ a Tax7" So many people would like to get down oil their dry goo Is boxes and make experiments with industry if they only knew whether the tariff was a tax or not. As it is now, values are unsettled, industries langnish, resources remain undeveloped, trade becomes atrophied, commerce ceases and Dnr shipping stands rotting at our docks. "Who's a-lj ing!" he demanded as he heard the men calling to each other. Miss Vera Cole—It is useless, Mr. Hope —I cau never be your wife. "A lion has escaiDed!" replied one. "Oh, that's it? Whar's he gone?" "Hiding in that shed." "Wall, why don't they git him oat?" Mr. Lozier Hope—Excuse me, I wished to speak to him about that $t5 be borrowed of me week before last. Tm setting a little nervous about it.—Puck. - Trouble with Bagiey. The dying inan fixed his eyes upon the speaker. "Francois," he said, "if I tell you this secret will you swear to be faithful to the trust? Will you carry it out as if you were myself? This is no child's play, be sure of that! You are a good fellow—you are my friend; but if you were my brother or my' father it would not be too much." The hey that unlocked the handcuff». A shock jarred him to his center, and the next moment his left arm was almost wrenched from its socket He was lying with his head on the floor of the aisle. The car, with a rending and crackling noise, was lifted almost erect and then fell on its side. The lamps had fallen and were extinguished; in the darkness something came grinding swiftly toward him and went by. He heard the shattering of splintered glass and the groan of tearing timbers. There had been a rugged leaping and a series of terrific concussions; now all motion ceased, but there was a deafening hiss of steam. The soft night breeze blew on his face and he felt the rain falling. A dark, irregular mass loomed distinctly between him and the sky; and now he heard screams and cries of deadly anguish and calls, confused and aimless. One woman's voice shrieked piercingly and then was silent. He lay in the midst of bewilderment, ruin ftnd death. After eating heartily he went back to his room and slept till the middle of the afternoon. Then, after dining, he took the road again, and in the course of a couple of hours arrived at a town on the shores of Long Island sound. On the wharf a couple of men were just preparing to put out in a catboat. Keppel asked them whither they were bound. "Seoms like a good deal of fussing over one lion. Lemnir.see what I kin do." "We are going to after a while." We should not, Mr. Superintendent, allow the commercial spirit to cast a gloom over nude art, nor our American thrift to get a cinch on science at such a time. Wool—Why did Bagiey fail in his country paper enterprise? He now left the track and turned off to the eastward. The rain gradually cleared and the stars came out. , Guiding himself by them, Keppel walked on and on, now clambering over steep acclivities, now plunging into hollows, now toiling over plowed meadows, forcing hia way through bits of woodland, stealing past farm houses, where dogs barked and cocks crowed, but occasionally coming upon a stretch of road that went his way. Presently the short night wore away and dawn began to appear. Keppel halted and spent half an hour in removing the stains of mud from his clothing and making himself look as presentable as possible. His left arm pained him severely, but be thought himself lucky m b:ivXog no bone* broken. In one-of his new pockets he found a enknife, and with this, as well as he eonld, he cut his hair short In a couple of weeks his beard would have begun to grow, and he would be tolerably disguised.He unbuckled the hitching strap from his bridle and coolly walked into the barn, and half a minute later he came out leading the beast and sayiug: V:wi Pelt—He struck a town where the people were all first and second cousins; they; knew all the new3 a week before he could get hold of it.—Harper's Bazar. The exposition in Paris was a great success because it was an entertainment and an education to see it; not because it was a big county fair, with  tunities at every corner for the French peasant to test the strength of his lungs. J warn you first of all, as superintendent, against the American commercial spirit, which crops out at all times, but especially in an exposition. A sausage Btuffing machine is one of the most beautiful sights, from an utilitarian stand' point, that I ever saw, but it will not bring people from a distance. You must have something of art and beauty, and an element of the wonderful. I would impress this upon you, for, taking the Paris exposition as a criterion—and you could use it that way if you wished to ilo so—the crowd was ever packed about tha strange, the beautiful and the wonderful. America and her exhibit were chiefly patronized by those who were paid a salary to work her churns and wave her staaHtoanner free. People wWm two miles behind a mamma hors®D and young co1'- to a Dourtji or JnlyHDifcy ana near a tree oration will stand a good deal of bombast and starry banner business, but-' when they pay an admission, friend Mitchell, they want to see or hear something that will remunerate them. Those who went to Paris from Poland and witnessed our American baking powder and swollen notions of ourselves have doubtless forgotten that part of it by this time, but they will always remember the beautiful fountains with water in them, and the pictures and statuary. "Tried to skeer »-ie by growling and showing his old, yaU«r teeth, but found it wouldn't work. Hire he is, and now wbar' do you want him?" "If you do Uclnvj me, may you die as I am dying, and ivith no rme to looc you'." "Make yourself easy on that score, mon cher," returned the adventurer, laying his hand on the other's shoulder. "1 don't want to drag out of you anything you prefer to keep to yourself, and it is only in your own interest that I speak. But as to trusting me—what shall I say? i have lived as 1 can—I don't deny it; but after all, I am an honest man, and I would as soon think of betraying you as of scuttling this ship and swimming ashore. Voila!" "To Port Jefferson," one of them answered.f whether or not the tariff is a tax, the air would be fall of men getting down off the top of the ixil fences, and the rattlo of closing j ..:iives wouM gladden the heart of every t .vie American. Men whose wives have Iwn bringing in the wood ever since the war would, I am convinced, take up the burden of life, ind some of them would turn the clothes wringer while their wives take in washing, if they could only know from some good, earnest thinker whether or *wDt the If you could solve this great question The Man and the Dog. These two men liad belonged to the same regiment, and had stood shoulder to shoulder on more than one battlefield. Dupont, after his term of service was over, had knocked about the rid for several years: lie h i 1 been an acrobat in London, a gambler in Ceylon, a miner in Australia iind a sheep fanner in New Zealand, and now, with a few thousand dollars in lus pocket, he w.w on his way to Central America, with no very clear ideas as to,what he would do when he got there Cut h.' wus not the man to get th.-D wor.-.t of any situation in which he might find himself. Nothing frightened. nothing depressed him. Withal he was a most entertaining companion, having resources of anecdote, humor and dare deviltry that never knew exhaustion. No wonder, then, that Maurice, who for more than two months past had scarcely exchanged two score sentences with a haman being, was highly delighted to see thus unexpectedly lii» old comrade. Chappie—What! Don't you remember Cholly? It was he who had the beautiful dog down at the hotel last summer. "What will you ask for setting me across?" inquired Keppel. "How does a dollar strike you?" "Done!" said Keppel, and he got on One of the showmen told me that he wouldn't hate gone into the shed after the beast if a reward of $1,000 had been offered for so doing. The manager gave the native a $10 bill for his pluck, and aa the man mounted his mule to ride on he took another look at the money and said; Maud—Ah! I remember him now. What became of the dog?—New York Herald. board, Ho had no idea whj' he was going tQ Port Jefferson, but ho felt impelled to go somewhere, and thought he would feel more secure in the comparative wilderness of Long Island than in a large town. Perhaps he might get temporary employment with some farmer, or he might find a captain of a fishing smack to ship hia* for a cruise. When he was a boy in New England he had lived near the seashore and had learned how to sail a boat, The Honey Safe. Needy Client—If I lose my case 1 don't see how you are to be paid. "Shoo! That wasn't nothing! Why, I'd hev tackled the Guyasticutus fur half that money, though they do say he's got teeth a foot long!"—Detroit Free Pross. Lawye^—Oh, don't worry about that, my dear sir. The lawyer on the other side is my partner.—New York Weekly. "If you keep your word, Francois, you will bt; fortunate the rest of j our life," said Sulange; "but," he added, half raising himself on one elbow, "if you do betray me, may you die as 1 am dying, and with no one to love yon; and until you die my ghost shall haunt you day and night and make your life a horror!"tariff is or i n not a tax—or not. I would rather not speak of Air. Sullivan. except in a non-partisan way, if you lo not mind. I criticised his acting once, and from the way he acted the next time I saw him I judged that he hated to be criticised that way. Ho wishes mo to ■jay, however, that he is not drinking any now, and will elevate the stage again next season. Defective Vision. His arm was paining him. He changed his position so as to relax the strain upon it. His wrist was still chained to that of the officer, and was bleeding. He spoke to the man, but got no answer; he was lying in a strangely twisted attitude, his head was bent into his breast. Keppej seized him by the shoulder; the man's head swung over loosely to the right; his neck was broken; he was quite dead. Keppel got on his feet, standing on the side of the car. His eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness discovered the feet of another man protruding upward from a mass of debris. Just then a flash of lightning revealed his face; it was that of the other officer. His body was crashed to a pulp by the ragged end of a broken beam. It would seem as though the stupid and pointless joke about the large feet of Chicago women will never lose its piquancy with certain people. For months it has lain quiescent; but now comes a circumstantial story about a Nevada girl with phenomenally large feet, exhibiting herself in n museum as a Chicago girl. This coming Vo the notice of several Chicago heiresses, they paid the girl $1,000 to say she was from St. Louis, and the end is not yet. New York Tribune.  What Will the End Be? Anxious Mother—As I passed the parlor door'last evening I saw Mr. Nicefello's face very, very close to yours. The wind blew from the southwest, and the catboat started out on the starboard tack, headed nearly for her destination. In two hours the coast was close on board; they ran into the harbor, and Keppel, having paid his dollar, jumped ashore. It was then within an hour or so of sunset—a warm, quiet evening. He set out to walk at haphazard, and soon found himself following a narrow track through an apparently interminable growth of small pine and oak. Once in a while he passed a lonely farmhouse; but though he was getting tired and hungry again he could hot make up his mind to ask for shelter. Lovely Daughter—Y-e-s, ma, he's ao near sighted.—Good News. "Bah! bah! there is no need of this," said Dupont, with a laugh. "I have said that yon may trust me, and 1 can say no more. Now, do as best pleases you." He now proceeded slowly, for he was very tired, and also sleepy and hungry. He had walked more than twenty miles. At length, as the sun rose, he saw, lialf a mile off, a railway cutting extending toward a small town. Thither he directed «his steps, but lingered on the outskirts for an hour or two until the townspeople should be awake. Finally he heard jfk train coming, and managed to reach the station at the same time that the engine drew up at the platform. Then, as it steamed away again, he walked into the town, as if just .arrived from New York, and seeing a plain but comfortable looking inn near at hand, he entered and asked for a room and some breakfast. If yon could erect a sort of glass conservatory or incubator and set an old political wheel horse on a recently discovered mare's nest I think it would give results. Did you ever try that? People would come for a long distance and pay good prices to see this, I think. Yours truly, You anCl I, Johnnie—What is an egotist, papa? Papa—It is a person, my son, who tells you about himself those things which 'you want to tell him about yourself.— Washington Star. "Bend over here," faltered the other huskily, "and let me whisper in your ear." Bat after the first greetings had been exchanged —and very hearty they were on both sides—Maurice began to reflect thatperheps the encounter was not so fortunate after all. For Dupont, besides being communicative, was inquisitive, and be had not been on board half an bour before be had asked Maurice all planner of unanswerable questions about himself, his destination, his objects in traveling and a dozen things besides. How to meet this broadside of interrogative Maurice knew not, for his character waa straightforward and unimaginative. He told lies awkwardly—and on the other hand, if he kept silence the result could only be to stimulate his friend's inqnisitiveness still further. Finally ho attempted a compromise by informing Dupont that for certain good and sufficient reasons he preferred not to specify his exact intentions just then, but that after they had arrived in New York he Would willingly tell him all he cared to * • A Little Misunderstanding. Merriman (entering)—There is a man out there who would like to see you. Graves—What kind of a man? Merriman—A blind man.—Lowell Citizen.Would if lie Could. Solange died just after midnight. Dupont, after securing all the papers that he could find in the stateroom, prepared the body for burial, and with the assistance of the captain heaved it overboard. "May your sleep be peaceful, old comrade," he muttered, as he leaned over the bulwarks and marked the phosphorescent glimmer as the corpse sank into the depths of the sea. "Truly you had a heavy load to carry on this earth. You were not equal to it; and Providence, who favors the strong, transferred it to me. Well, I shall know what to do with it, ghost or no ghost! Farewell." "You expect me to eat such a beefsteak as this! One ought to have a hog's stomach!" Keppel waited a moment to collect his thoughts. In the midst of the horror and chaos surrounding him a spasm of hope and joy caught his heart and he laughed aloud. His brain became in an instant preternaturally clear: he saw what he must do, and realized that qo time was to be lost in doing it. Night catue on and found him still tramping onward, with woods on either hand. But as the darkness increased the path seemed to fade away and become obliterated, and he was soon stumbling through thick underbrush. The boughs and twigs whipped his face and the briars caught his feet. Staggering forward, exhausted and impatient, he felt his feet sinking in a muddy ooze, and discovered that he was on the borders of a swamp. He turned to the right and began to skirt along its borders; but again and again he narrowly escaped plunging neck and ears in the treacherous morass. Frogs croaked on all sides and mosquitoes buzzed around his head. Waiter (calling to the kitchen)—A hog'a stomach for Mr. Mayer!—Fliegende Blatter. Ethel's Excuse. Escaped. A Stlteb In Tlma "Yon told me a falsehood last night, Ethel," Baid Ethel's father. "I asked you if Charlie Hicks had gone, and you said yes." Dosha way.—I was in Chicago the other day, talking with a detective there, when, happening tQ look up, I saw a well known criminal approaching. Jim Snively has just returned to Austin from a pleasure trip through Kentucky, his native state. He tells a good story about what the guide told him in the Mammoth Cave. Africa had an exhibit that ought to put a big blush, as wide as a Swiss sunset, on the face of the great civilized republic which does so much to send missionaries to the Congo. The diamond exhibit of that godless continent, and the methods of working this somewhat expensive stone, attracted more attention in one day than all our oatmeal and atmospheric pressure. While his eggs and coffee were being boiled he locked himself into his room to think over his situation. But the future was so vague that he was able to come to no conclusion. As soon as his money should be gone he would be at the mercy of circumstances. He examined again the contents of his packets. There were eight dollars in money, two or three letters addressed to Burton Fairfax, Esq.. of Poucrhkeepsie, a couple of receipted uills, and nothing else—except a cutting from a newspaper, headed "No, you didn't. You asked, 'Is that young man gone yet? He was—awfully gone."- -New York Sun. Cleverton—What did the detective do? Dashaway—He got away.—Munsey's Weekly. Stooping over the body of the detective, he felt in the pockets of his clothes, and in a minute found a key—the key that unlocked ths handcuffs. He apgied it; the next moment he was free, ut he was not safe yet; there could be no safety as long as there remained any probability of pursuit. Keppel looked {pound him. He asked the guide if he (Snively) could not brtak off a small piece of stalactite and take it along with him to Texas. At Day. The Santa Lucia reached her port two days later. A tall, red haired man, who announced himself to the authorities as one Solange, a peddler of wax fruits, came ashore, and with a carpet bag and a small box immediately left for AspinwalL Mra. Hicks—I've just read of a poor fellow by the name of Cloud who killed himself for the lack of a few dollars. A Sucgevtloii. Lady (m the dress goods department) —But tliis is not the real sky blue? "No, you don't," responded the custodian of the cave. "If we were to allow every darned fool to carry off chunks of rock, it would have got away with th» whole cave."—Texas Sittings. I am an American, Mr. Superintendent, and proud of the land which gave me birth—after which it had a long spell of extreme mental depression-—but for- C. Jumper—Reg pardon, madam, but might I know how you are sure the sky is a real blue at all?—Fliegende Blatter, Hicks—Why didn't he use his silver lining?—Harper's Bazar. Jwar.