Pittston Gazette

              Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Vi lley. ESTABLISHED 18ID0. » VOL. XLIII. NO. 5T. t PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 1.3, 1893. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I * 1 .r.O PER ASSl'M 1 IN ADVANCE their pipes, gazed out over :lie broad sweeping1 flood of the Mississippi, gleaming like a silvered shield in the moonlight. Far across at the opposite shore the low line of orange groves and plantation houses and quarters was merged in one long streak of gloom, relieved only at intervals by twinkling light. Farther up-stream, like dozing sea-dogs, the fleet of monitors lay moored along the bank, with the masts and roofs of Algiers dimly outlined against the crescent sweep of lights thai marked the levee of the great southern metropolis, still prostrate from the savage buffeting of the war. yet so soon to rouse from lethargj*, resume her sway, and, stretching forth her arms, to draw once again to her bosom the wealth and tribute, tenfold augmented, of the very heart of the nation, until, mistress of the commerce of a score of states, she should rival even New York in the volume of her trade. Below them, away to the east towards English Turn, rolled the tawny flood, each ripple and eddy and swirling pool crested with silver—the twinkling lights at Chalmette barely distinguishable from dim, low-hanging stars. Midway the black hulk of some big ocean voyager was forging slowly, steadily towards them, the red light of the port side already obscured, the white ami green growing with every minute more and more distinct, and. save the faint rustle of the leaves overhead, murmuring under the touch of the soft, southerly night wind, the splash of wavelet against the wooden pier, and the measured footfall of the sentry on the flagstone walk in front of the sally-port, not a sound was to be heard. quiet her. Taxed with negligence or complicity on the part of the sentry, the sergeant of the guard repudiateil the idea, and assured Col. Braxton that it was an easy matter for anyone to get either in or out of the garrison without encountering the sentry, and taking his lantern led the way to the hospital grounds by a winding footpath among the trees to a point in the high white picket fence where two slats had been shoved aside. Anyone coming along the street without could pass far beyond the ken of the sentry at the west gate, and slip in with the utmost ease, and once inside all that was necessary was to dodge possible reliefs and patrols. No sentry was posted at the gate through the wall that separated the garrison proper from the hospital grounds. Asked why he had not reported this, the sergeant smiled and said there were a dozen others just as convenient, so what was the use? He did not say, however, that he and his fellows had recourse to them night after night. reau s; and then, while Reynolds sped to the police office and Kinsey back to Col. Braxton, whom he represented at the interview, Cram remounted, and, followed by the faithful Jeffers, trotted up Rampart street and sent in his card to Mme. Lascelles, and madame's maid brought back reply that she was still too shocked and stricken to receive visitors. So also did Mme. d'llvervilly deny herself, and Cram rode home to Nell. more trouble, and 'twas he who took Waring's knife, and still had it, he said, when he entered the gate, and no persistent, lie was abject, tie Deggea to meet my friend, to present his, to open champagne and drink eternal friendship. He would change the name of his chateau—the rotten old rookery —from Beau Rivage to Belle Alliance. He would make this day a fete in the calendar of the Lascelles family. And then it began to dawn on me that he had been drinking champagne before he came. I did not catch the name of the other gentleman, a much younger man. He was very ceremonious and polite, but distant. Then, in some way, came up the fact that I had been trying to get a cab to take me back to barracks, and then Lascelles declared that nothing could be more opportune. He had secured a carriage and was just going down with monsieur. They had des affaires to transact at once. He took me aside and said: 'In proof that you accept my amende, and in order that I may make to you my personal apologies, you must accept my invitation.' So go with them 1 did. I was all the time thinking of Cram's mysterious note bidding me return at taps. I couldn't imagine what was up, but I made my best endeavors to get a cab. None was to be had, so I was really thankful for this opportunity. All the way down Lascelles overwhelmed me with civilities, and I could only murmur and protest, and the other party only murmured approbation. He hardly spoke English at all. Then Lascelles insisted on a stop at the Pelican, and on bumpers of champagne, and there, as luck would have it, was Doyle—drunk, as usual, and determined to join the party; and, though I endeavored to put him aside, Lascelles would not have it. He insisted on being presented to the comrade of his gallant friend, and in the private room where we went he overwhelmed Doyle with details of our grand reconciliation and with bumper after bumper of Krug. This enabled me to fight shy of the wine, but in ten minutes Doyle was fighting drunk, IiG.C»celles tipsy. The driver came in for his pay, saying he would go no further. They had a row. Lascelles wouldn't pay; called him an Irish thief and all that. I slipped my last V into the driver's hand and got him out, somehow. M. Philippes, or whatever his name was. said he would go out—he'd get a cab in the neighborhood; and the next thing I knew Lascelles and Doyle were in a fury of a row. Lascelles said all the Irish were knaves, and blackguards nnd swindlers, and Doyle stumbled around after him. Out came a pistol! Out came a knifel I tripped Doyle and got him into a chair, and was so intent on pacifying him and telling him not to make a fool of himself that I didn't notice anything else. I handled him good-naturedly, got the knife away, and then was amazed to find that he had my own pet papercutter. I made them shake hands and make up. 'It was all a mistake,' said Lascelles. But what made it a worse mistake, the old man would order more wine, and with it brandy. He insisted on celebrating this second grand reconciliation, and then both got drunker, but the tall Frenchman had Lascelles' pistol and I had the knife, and then a cab came, and, though it was storming beastly and I had Ferry's duds on and Larkin's best tile and Pierce's umbrella, we bundled in somehow and drove on down the levee, leaving Doyle in the hands of thai Amazon of a wife of his and a couple of doughboys who happened to be around there. Now Lascelles was all hilarity, singing, joking, confidential Nothing would do but we must stop and call on a lovely woman, a belle amie. He could rely on our discretion, he said,laying his finger on his nose,and looking sly and coquettish, for all the world like some old roue of a Frenchman. He must stop and see her and take her some wine. 'Indeed,' he said, mysteriously, 'it is a rendezvous.' Well, I was their guest; I had no money. What could I do? It was then after eleven. I should judge. M. Philippes, or whatever Ills name was, gave orders to the driver. We polled up, and then, to my surprise, I found we were at Doyle's. That ended it. I told them they must excuse me. They protested, but of course I couldn't go in there. So they took a couple of bottles apiece and went in the gate and I settled myself for a nap and got it. I don't know how long I slept, but I was aroused by the devil's own tumult. A shot had been fired. Men and women both were screaming and swearing. Some one suddenly burst into the cab beside me, really pushed from behind, and then away we went through the mud and rain; and the lightning was flashing now, and presently I could recognize Lascelles, raging. 'Infame!' 'Coquin!' 'Assassin!'were the mildest terms he was volleying at somebody, and then, recognizing me, he burst into maudlin tears, swore 1 was his only friend. lie had been insulted, abused, denied reparation. Was he hurt? I inquired, and instinctively felt for my knife. It was still there where I'd hid it in the inside pocket of my overcoat. No hurt; not a blow. Did I suppose that he, a Frenchman, would pardon that or leave the spot until satisfaction had been exacted? Then I begged him to be calm and listen to me for a moment. I told him my plight—that I had given my word to be at the barracks that evening; that I had no money left, but I could go no further. Instantly he forgot his woes and became absorbed in my affairs. 'Parole d'honneur!' he would see that mine was never unsullied. He himself would escort me to the maison de Capitaine Cram. He would rejoice to say to that brave ennemi. Behold! here is thy lieutenant, of honor the most unsullied, of courage the most admirable, of heart the most magnanimous. The Lord only knows what he wouldn't have done had we not pulled up at his gate. There I helped him out on the banquette. He was steadied by his row, whatever it had been. He would not let me expose myself—even under Pierce's umbrella. He would not permit me to suffer 'from times so of the dog.' 'You will drive monsieur to his home and return here for me at once,' he ordered cabby, grasped both my hands with fervent good night and the explanation that he had much haste, implored pardon for leaving me—on the morrow he would call and explain everything— then darted into the gate. We never could have parted on more friendly terms. I stood for a moment to see that he safely reached his door, for a .light was dimly burning in the hall, then turned to jump into the cab, but it wasn't there. Nothing was there. I jumped from the banquette into a berth aboard some steamer out at sea. They tell me the first thing 1 aBked for was Pierce's umbrella and Larkin's hat.." or thrice of late, and that he had been in exile because, if anything, of a hopeless passion for madatne his Bister-inlaw, and that his name was Philippe, Waring looked dazed. Then a sudden light, as of newer, fresher memory, flashed up in his eyes. He seemed about to speak, but as suddenly controlled himself and turned his face to the walL From that time on he was determinedly dumb about the stranger. What roused him to lively interest and conjecture, however, was Cram's query as to whether he ha0 not recognized in the cabman called in by the stranger the very one whom he had "knocked endwise" and who had tried to shoot him that morning. "No," said Waring, "the man did not speak at all, that I noticed, and I did not once see his face, he was so bundled up against the storm." But if it was the same party, suggested he, it seemed hardly necessary to look any further in explanation of his own disappearance. Cabby had simply squared matters by knocking him senseless, helping himself to his watch and ring and turning out his pockets, then hammering him until frightened off, and then, to cover his tracks, setting him afloat in Anatole'c boat. Will's PERIL. THE SIAMESE TWIN'S. tions, relatives ought not to be too thick, Nevertheless it was Chang's wife, who felt that she had bitten off more than she conld masticate, who induced her sister at last, while under the influence of wine jelly, to accept Eng, and for some time the fonr occupied the same house, ate at the same table and drank from the same canteen. But jealousy arose, and as * result each husband built a separate house. Chang would go over and visit Eng for a week, and then Eng would come over and spend a week with Chang. sootier did he see Lascelles at his door ihan he ordered him to leave. Lasei-lies refused to go. Doyle knocked BILL NYE SAYS THEY WERE VERV NEAR TO EACH OTHER. B'j GaDt. Gharles R. Kino. Aatlior of "Dunrarm Ranch," '•in Army Portia." iin ('own. and the Frenchman sprang p. swearing vengeance. Lascelles red two shots, and Foyle struck once "A Soldier'a Swift," Etc. —with ihe knife--and there lay Lascelles. dead, before Doyle could know or realize what he was doing. In fact, Doyle never did know. It was what his wife had told him, and life had been a hell to him ever since that woman came back. She had blackmailcd him, more or less, ever since he got" his commission, because of an old trouble he'd had in Texas. Though Differing Somewhat lu Their Ideal (Copyright. 1893. by J. B. Llpptncott * Co., aod putllahed by special arrangement.! and Habit*, They Were Nevertheleu Quite Inseparable—The Story of Theii Lift Touch ingly Told. (CONTINUED ) "It is useless," he said. "She will not see me." [Copyright, 18BSJ, by Edgar W. Nye.} Mocnt Airy, N. C.. Sept. 26. This town is a post village of Surry county, this state, and has cotton factories, flour mills, shoe factories for man and beast, tobacco factories for the samC purpose, wool carding machines, mineral springs, newspapers, etc., but its principal hit was made as the home of the Siamese twins. They were passionately fond of horseback riding and baseball. Chang playing in the Surry team and Eng in the Mount Airy Sockless nine. This was told mo by the man who claimed that Chang was married quietly, while Eng took his wife on a tour of European travel. as iarmeza imey naa some irouDie in certain kind* work, but M. Dufour says that thD7®fton hoed in the field, using the "o«fe*le" arms to take hold of the hoe. Thqf also enjoyed chopping wood, using th* ax in the same manner. By a signal, consisting of a grant, which seems to be necessary to the chopper the two struck simultaneously, the ax helve being grasped by the right hand of one and the left of the other, the hand nearest the ax being permitted to slip on the handle at the right moment, just as in ordinary chopping. Ttif) ■ children and grandchildren of Chang and Eng are scattered pretty well over the country. The brothers married two Misses Yates, and Nancy Bunker, the eldest child, had some educational advantages. She traveled In Europe with her father and uncle acted as their secretary. That night, or very early next morning, there was pandemonium at the barracks. It was clear, still, beautiful. A soft April wind was drifting up from the lower coast, laden with the perfume of sweet olive and orange blossoms. Mrs. Cram, with one or two lady friends and a party of officers, had be«»n chatting in low tone upon their gallery until after elevgnjjbot elsewhere about the moonlit quadrangle all was silence when the second relief was posted. Far at the rear of the walledjinclosure, where, in def- "Then she shall see me," said Mrs. Cram. And so a second time did Jeffers make the trip to town that day, this time perched with folded arms in the rumble of the pony-phaeton. And this confession was written out for him. signed by Doyle on his dying bed. duly witnessed, and the civil authorities were promptly notified. Bridget Doyle was handed over to the police. Certain detectives out somewhere on the trail of somebody else And while she was gone the junior doctor was having the liveliest experience of his few years of service. Scorched and burned though she was, Mrs. Doyle's faculties seemod to have returned with renewed acrteness and force. She demanded to be taken to her husband's side, but the doctor sternly refused. She demanded to be told his condition, and was informed that it was so critical he must not be disturbed, especially by her who was practically responsible for all his trouble. Then she insisted on knowing whether he was conscious and whether he had asked for a priest, and when informed that Father Foley had already arrived, it required the strength of four men to hold her. She raved like a maniac, and her screams appalled the garrison. But screams and struggles were all in vain. "Pills the Less" sent for his senior, and "Pills the Pitiless" more than ever deserved his name. He sent for a straitjacket, saw her securely stowed away in that and borne over to a vacant room in the old hospital, set the steward's wife on watch and a sentry at the door, went back to Waring's bedside, where Sam lay tossing in burning fever, murmured his few words of caution to Pierce and Ferry, then hastened back to where poor Doyle was gasping in agony of mind and body, clinging to the hand of the gentle soldier of the cross, gazing piteously into his father confessor's eyes, drinking in his words of exhortation, yet unable to make articulate reply. The flames had done their cruel work. Only in desperate pain could he speak again. Settling here before the late war, these strange men, so different in character, yet so constantly thrown into each oth- were telegraphed to come in, and four days later, when the force of the fever was broken and Waring lay weak, languid, but returning to his senses, Cram and the doctor read the confession to their patient, and then started to their feet as he almost sprang from the bed. It was three o'clock when the officers' families got fairly settled down again and back to their beds, and the silence of night once more reigned over Jackson barracks. One would suppose that such a scene of terror and excitement was enough, and that now the trembling, frightened women might be allowed to sleep in peace; but it was not to be. Hardly had one of their number closed her eyes, hardly had all the flickering lights, save those at the hospital and guardhouse, been downed again, when the strained nerves of the occupants of the officers' quadrangle were jumped into mad jangling once more and all the barracks aroused a second time, and this, too, by a woman's shriek of horror. erence to the manners and customs oi war as observed in the good old days whereof our seniors tell, the sutler's establishment was planted within easy hailing distance of the guardhouse. there was stil1 sov^C1 oi modified revelry by night, nd poker and whisky punch had gathered their devotees in the grimy parlors of Mr. Finkbein. and here the belated ones tarried until long after midnight, as most of them were bachelors and had no better halves, as had Doyle, to fetch them home "out of the wet." Cram and his lieutenants, with the exception of Doyle, were never-known to patronize this establishment, whatsoever they might do outside. They had separated before midnight, and little Fierce, after his customary peep into Waring's preserves, had closed the door. gotDe to his own room to bed and to sleep. Ferry, as battery officer of the day. had made the rounds of the stables and gun shed about one o'clock, ar.d had encountered C'apt. Kinsey. of the infantry, coming in from his long tramp through the dew-wet field, returning from the inspection of the sentry-post at tii - 'big magazine. "Perhaps cabby took a hand in the murder, too," suggested Sam, with eager interest. "Yon say he had disappeared—gone with his plunder. Now, who else could have taken my knife?'' "It's an infernal lie!" he weakly cried. "I took that knife from Doyle and kept it. I myself saw Lascelles to his gate, safe and sound." Then Reynolds had something' to tell him; that the "lady" who wrote the anonymous letters, the belle amie whom Lascelles proposed to visit, the occupant of the upper floor of "the dove-cot," was none other than the blighted floweret who had appealed to him for aid and sympathy, for fifty dollara at first and later for more, the first year of his army service in the south, "for the sake of the old home." Then W a ring grew even more excited and interested. "Pills" put a stop to further developments for a few days. He feared a relapse. But, in spite of "Pills," the developments, like other maladies, throve. The little detective came down again. He was oddly inquisitive about that char* son a boire from "Fleur de The." Would Mr. Waringfhaa it for him? And Sam, now sitting np in his parlor, turned to his piano, and with long. Blender, fragile-looking fingers rattled a lively prelude and then faintly quavered the rollioking words. The sunshine of an exquisite April morning was shimmering over the Louisiana lowlands as Battery "X" was "hitching in," and Mrs. Cram's pretty pony-phaeton came flashing through the garrison gate and reined up in front of the guns. A proud and happy woman was Mrs, Cram, and daintily she gathered the spotless, cream-colored reins and slanted her long English driving-whip at the exact angle prescribed by the vogue of the day. By her side, reclining luxuriously on his pillows, was Sam Waring, now senior first lieutenant of the battery, taking his first airing since his strange illness. Pallid and thin though he was, that young gentleman was evidently capable of appreciating to the fullest extent the devoted attentions of which he had been the object ever since his return. Stanch friend and fervent champion of her husband's most distinguished officer at any time, Mrs. Cram had thrown herself into his cause with a zeal that challenged the admiration even of the men whom she mercilessly snubbed because they had accepted the general verdict that Lascelles had died by Waring's hand. Had they met in the duello as practiced In the south In those days, sword to sword, or armed with pistol at twelve paces, she would have shuddered, but maintained that as a soldier and gentleman Waring could not have refused his opponent's challenge, inexcusable though such challenge might have been. But that he could have stooped to vulgar, unregulated fracas, without seconds or the formality of the cartel, first with fists and those women's weapons, nails, then knives or stilettoes, as though he were some low dago or Sicilian—why, that was simply and utterly incredible. None the less she was relieved and rejoiced, as were all Waring's friends, when the full purport of poor Doyle's dying confession was noised abroad. Even those who were skeptical were now silenced. For four days her comfort and relief had been ineTpr »ssible; and then came the hour when, with woe and trouble In his face, her husband returned to her from Waring's bedside with the incomprehensible tidings that he had utterly repudiated Doyle's confession—had, indeed, said that which could orobablv onlv serve to re- M. Dufcrar claims that the two brothers did not unite with the Baptist church, but that the widows and children did. Perhaps this is correct, for I am gradually losing faith in the man who said the brothers were immersed while Chang had a Siamese jag on. For awhile they smoked in silence enjoying the beauty of the night, though each was thinking only of the storm that swept over the scene the Sunday previous and of the tragedy that was bornr upon its wings. At last Kinsey shook himself together. Mrs. Conroy, a delicate, fragile little body, wife of a junior lieutenant of infantry occupying a set of quarters in the same building with, but at the opposite end from. Pierce and Waring, was found lying senseless at the head of the gallery stairs. OLD NEIGHBORS OF THE TWINS. "Ferry, sometimes I come out heritor a quiet smoke and think. Did it ever occur to you what a fearful force, what illimitable power, there is sweeping by us here night after night with never a sound?" sr's society by afircumstance which they could not prevent, and which was about 7i inches in length, lived until the winter of 1875-6 under the American name of Bunker. Here they were married, here their children were born, and here they died. Dr. Jacobi states that "the connection of the Siamese twins took place in their epigastric regions between the navel, which was common to both, and the ensiform processes, which were bent out in a forward direction and met very closely, held together by a ligamentous apparatus. The coupling itself was 8 inches in circumference and 2J in diamter. It contained a connection between the two livers and was composed partially of liver tissue." When revived, amid tears and tremblings and incoherent exclamations she declared that she had gone down to the big ice-chest on the ground-floor to get some milk for her nervous and frightened child and was hurrying noiselessly up the stairs again—the only means of communication between the first and second floors—when, face to face, in front of his door, she came npon Mr. Waring, or his ghost; that his eyes were fixed and glassy; that he did not seem to see her even when he spoke, for speak he did. Ilis voice sounded like a moan of anguish, she said, but the words were distinct; "Where is my knife? Who has taken my knife?" "Oh, you mean the Mississip," said Ferrj-, flippantly. "It would be a case of inops and brooms, I fancj\ if she were t6 bust through the bank and sweep us out into the swamps." "So news of poor Sam yet, I suppose?" said Kinsey. sadly, as the two came strolling in together through the Recently I have had the pleasure of reading an instructive article on these gentlemen prepared by M. A. Dufour for a French journal, and with the items of interest offered me by the old neighbors of Chang and Eng besides I venture to write a letter on these much talked of people from Siam. "Nothing whatever." was Ferry's answer. "We cannot even form a conjecture, unless he. too. has been murdered. Think of there being a warrant out for his arrest—for him, Sain Waring!" rear gate, "Exactly! that's in case she broke loose, as you say; but even when in the shafts, as she is now, between the levees, how long would it take her to sweep a fellow from here out into the gulf, providing nothing interposed to stop him?" It was nearly dark when Mrs. Cram came driving back to barracks, bringing Mr. Reynolds with her. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks flushed with excitement, as she sprang from the low phaeton, and, with a murmured "Come to me as soon as you can" to her husband, she sped away up the stairs, leaving him to receive and entertain her passenger. [to bx continued J The band was very curions from an anatomical standpoint, as the skin at the median line was mutually sensitive, and inside there was a combination of the peritoneum, so that after death a hand introduced into the abdomen of Chang entered two pouches reaching into Eng, and the reverse produced almost a similar result as to Chang. LIVE CARPET RAGS. M. Dufour goes on to state that "las d'exhiber leur 'trait-d'union' devant les curieux des deux mondes, ils avient acquis une jolie ferine, a Mount Airy dans le comte de Surrey (Caroline du Nord) peti d'armees avant la gnerre de secession, et passedaient quelquea esclaves." 4. Mother's Suspense as She Saw Her t blld "Well," said Kinsey, "no other conclusion could be well arrived at, unless that poor brute Doyle did it in a drunken row. Pills says he never saw a man so terror-stricken as he seems to be. He's afraid to leave him, really, and Doyle's afraid to be alone—thinks the old woman may get in." For some reason it has always been the general belief among the people who live in the mountains in York, Lancaster and other counties where copperhead snakes ibound that this venomous snake will not 'rite children, and there are numerous wonderful stories told, especially in the Wish mountains, about the copperhead's leniency toward children. Outside of the mountaineers these stories have never received credence, but a well known family living on the York county side of the Susquehanna are ready to accept them hereafter The family consists of Jacob Loan, bis wife, and two children, the youngest a little girl i years old. Copperheads are always uncomfortably plentiful in that locality, but this season they have been more numerous than usual. The haying and harvest hands iti lied from three to ten a day during a week on the Loan farm. Playing With a Copperhead. "Matter of simple mathematical calculation," said Ferry, practically. "They say it's an eight-mile current easy out there in the middle where she's booming. Look at that barrel scooting down yonder. Now, I'd lay a dver I could cut loose from here at reveille and shoot the passes before taps and never pull a stroke. It's less than eighty miles down to the forts." And then little Pierce, who had helped to raise and carry the stricken woman to her room, suddenly darted out on the gallery and ran along to the door he had closed four hours earlier. It was open. Striking a match, he hurried through into the chamber beyond, and there, face downward upon the bed, lay his friend and comrade Waring, moaning like one in the delirium of fever. "I, too, went to see Mme. Lascelle? late this afternoon," said Reynolds. "I wished to show her this." Separation during life was therefore impossible. Caroline dn Nord is good. I shall have that put on my cards hereafter. Translated, M. Dufour's happy expression implies that, "tired of displaying their natal hyphen to the gaping crowds of both worlds, they had purchased a pretty farm at Mount Airy, Surrey connty, N. C., a few years before the war of secession. They owned a few slaves." It was a copy of a dispatch to the shief of police of New Orleans. It stated in effect that Philippe Lascelles had not been seen or heard of around Key West for over two weeks. It was believed that he had gone to Havana. One evening in the winter of 1875-6 Chang went to bed feeling indisposed, and Eng, who was of a sociable turn of mind, joined him. After conversing for some time about their prospects, and finallv p-pftinc somewhat acrimonious "She has no excuse for coming, captain," said Ferry. "When she told Cram she must see her husband to-day, that she was out of money and starving. the captain surprised her by hand* ing her fifty dollars, which is much more than she'd have got from Doyle. She took it, of course, but that isn't what she wanted. She wants to get at him. She has money enough." "Well, then, a skiff like that that old Anatole's blaspheming about losing wouldn't take very long to ride over that route, would it?" said Kinsey, reflectively."Can you get word of this to our friend the detective?" asked Cram. "I have wired already. He has gone to Georgia. What I hoped to do war to note the tffect of this on Mme. Lascelles; but she was too ill to see me. Luckily, Mrs. Cram was there, and I sent it up to her. She will tel. you. Now I have to see Braxton." On this last question there is a difference between authorities. M. Dufour, who was thoroughly familiar with his subject, states positively that they were not antagonistic regarding the great question of the right to maintain and extend slavery—in other words, that the war did not separate Chang and Eng. "No, not if allowed to slide. But somebody'd be sure to put out and haul it in as a prize—flotsam and whatyou-may-call-'em. You see these old niggers all along here with their skiffs tacking on to every bit of drift wood that's worth having." Lieut. Reynolds was seated at hir desk at department headquarters about nine o'clock that morning when an orderly in light-battery dress dismounted at the banquette and came up the stairs three at a jump. "Capt. Cram's compliments, sir, and this is immediate," he reported, as he held forth a note. Reynolds tore it open, read It hastily through, then said: "Go and fetch me a cab quick as you can," and disappeared in the general's room. Half an hour later he was spinning down the levee towards the French market, and before ten o'clock was seated In the captain's cabin of the big British steamer Ambassador, which had arrived at her moorings during the night. Cram and Kinsey were already there, and to them the skinDer was tellinar his storv. "Yes. that woman's a terror, Ferry. Old Mrs. Murtagh, wife of my quartermaster sergeant, has been in the army twenty years, and says she knew her well—knew all her people. She comes from a tough lot, and they had a bad reputation in Texas in the old days. Doyle's a totally different man since she turned up. Cram tells me. Hello! here's 'Pills the Less,' " he suddenly exclaimed, as they came opposite the west gate leading to the hospital. "How's your patient. Doc?" One day last week the little 3-year-old was playing in the front yard, and her mother noticed her sitting in the grass uear the front gate. Every now and theft -he would be heard laughing gleefully, and Mrs. Loan finally walked out to see what was amusing the child so much. When the little girl saw her mother coming, she called out to her: And then came a messeger to ask Cram to join the doctor at Doyle's quarters at once; so he scurried upstairs to see Nell first and learn hei tidings. Yet I was told by a man who claimed to know them well that Chang owned one slave, while Eng did not, and did not favor the unholy traffic. Chang believed that, slavery being a good thing, one could not have too mnch of it, also that states had the right to regulate it as they would the liquor traffic, while Eng believed that it was a national question and finally refused to help catch and return Chang's nigger for him. "But, Ferry, ao yon think theya venture out in such a storm as Sunday last?—think anything could live in it short of a decked ship?" "No, probably not. Certainly not Anatole's boat." "Did I not tell you?" she exclaimed, as he entered the parlor. "PhilippC Lascelles was here that very night, and had been seen with his brother at the office on Royal street twice before this thing happened, and they had trouble about money. Oh, I made her understand. I appealed to her as a woman to do what she could to right Mr. Waring, who was so generally believed to be the guilty man. I told her we had detectives tracing Philippe and would soon find how and when he reachcd New Orleans. Finally I showed her the dispatch that Mr. Reynolds sent up, and at last she broke down, burst into tears, and said she, too, had learned since the inquest that Philippe was with her husband, and probably was the stranger referred to, that awful night. She even suspected it at the time, for she knew he came not to borrow but to demand money that was rightfully his, and also certain papers that Armand held and that now were gone. It was she who told me of Philippe's having been 6een with Armand at the office, but she declared she could not believe that he would kill her husband. I pointed out the fact that Armand had fired two shots from his pistol, apparently, and that no bullet marks had been found in the room where the quarrel took place, and that if his shots had taken effect on his antagonist he simply could not have been Waring, for though Waring had been bruised and beaten about the head, the doctor said there was no sign of bullet mark about him anywhere. She recognized the truth of this, but still she said she believed that there was a quarrel or was to be a quarrel between her husband and Mr. Waring. Otherwise I believe her throughout. I believe that, no matter what romance there was about nursing Philippe and his falling in love with her, she did not encourage him, did not call him here again, was true to her old husband. She is simply possessed with the idea that the quarrel which killed her husband was between himself and Mr. Waring, and that it occurred after Philippe had got his money ana papers, and gone." "Well, that's just what I'm afraid of, and what Cram and Reynolds dread." "Come, mamma, and see the live carpet rags!" At the same time she held up to her mother a snake, which she grasped in tbe middle of the body, and which twisted and squirmed in tbe air. Mrs. Loan saw at ouce that it was a copperhead. Although she was almost swooning with terror, the child's mother acted with raw presence ol mind. It occurred to her that if she showed her alarm by crying out to the child tbe tatter would undoubtedly become frightened, and the change that would naturally follow in her handling or sudden dropping of the snake might auger the copperhead and cause it to bite. With a great effort, Mrs. Loan said quietly and eoaxingly: "Well, he's sleeping at last. lie seems worn out. It's the first time I've left him: but I'm used upand want a few hours' sleep. There isn't anything to drink In the room, even if he should wake, and Jim is sleeping or lying there by him." "Do they? Well, so far as that storm's concerned, it would have blown it down stream until it came to the big bend below here to the east. Then, by rights, it ought to have blown against the left bank. But every inch of it has been scouted all the way to quarantine. The whole river was filled with drift, though, and it might have been wedged in a lot of logs and swept out anyhow. Splendid ship, that! Who is she, do you suppose?" "**» '••A T7TT OF THIf TWINS regarding their management, they at last compromised, agreeing that Chang should go ander one management and E -oder - ther. • My informant said that this led to internecine strife between the two, and that when they were on their way home from the lodge, where Eng, not being a member, had reluctantly gone to see Chans: take the thirty-second degree, they had an open rupture almost, after which Chang enlisted in the Confederate army and Eng in the northern army. Later, however, both deserted, noticing how awkward it would be in case one should suddenly decide to die for mother, home and country, while the other favored longevity. Off the Tortugas, just about as they had shaped their course for the Belize, they were hailed by the little steamer Tampa, bound from New Orleans to Havana. The sea was calm, and a boat put off from the Tampa and came alongside, and presently a gentleman was assisted aboard. He seemed weak from illness, but explained that he was Lieut. Waring, of the United States artillery, had been accidentally carried off to sea, and the Ambassador was the first inward-bound ship they had sighted since crossing the bar. He would be most thankful for a passage back to New Orleans. Capt. Baird had welcomed him with the heartiness of the British tar, and cnade him at home in his cabin. The lieutenant was evidently far from well, and seemed somewhat dazed and mentally distressed. He could give no account of his mishap other than that told him by the officers of the Tampa, which had lain to when overtaken by the gale on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning when they resumed their course downstream they overhauled a light skiff and were surprised to find a man aboard, drenched and senseless. "The left side of his face was badly bruised and discolored, even when he came to us," said Baird, "and he must have been slugged and robbed, for his watch, his seal-ring and what little money he had were all gone." The second officer of the Tampa had fitted him out with a clean shirt, and the steward dried his clothing as best he could, but the coat was stained and clotted with blood. Mr. Waring had slept heavily much of the way back until they passed Pilot Town. Then he was up and dressed Thursday afternoon, and seemingly in better spirits, when he picked up a copy of the New Orleans Picayune which the pilot had left aboard, and was reading that, when suddenly he started to his feet with an exclamation of amaze, and, when the captain turned to see what was the matter, Waring was ghastly pale and fearfully excited by something he had read. He hid the paper under his coat and sprang up on deck and paced nervously to and fro for hours, and began to grow so ill, apparently, that Capt. Baird was much worried. At night he begged to be put ashore at the barracks instead of going on up to town, and Baird had become so troubled about him that he sent his second officer in the gig with him, landed him on the levee opposite the sally-port, and there, thanking them heartily, but declining further assistance, Waring had hurried through the entrance into the barrack square. Mr. Royce, the second officer, said there was considerable excitement, beating of drums and sounding of bugles, at the post, as they rowed towards the shore. He did not learn the cause. Capt. Baird was most anxious to learn if the gentleman had safely reached his destination. Cram replied that he had, but in a state bordering on delirium and unable to give any coherent account of himself. He could tell he had been aboard the Ambassador and the Tampa, but that was about all. ig inder anc Thisn theydro light a wild larkn|e88, and Eng was founa the discovery t' dead l)ody of' an honr only, his sit nation No cases Ctri separation in it has been se\ Conuiderablp two sons, whc and heard on ton hud seen to get th see what madt They ip-atified md thim broufe .hanks, The b bout it, anc kDme people are tive atout hathat way. A friend of son saj-s that father'i) stomac jnill has offp' lour times wha i mercantile st ainitand b* nan, the docto Dositiv€ily ider tfr. Patterson, lid not fix in Dpped off to sleep. In the cry from Eng pierced the when the family came "Oh, he'll do all right now, I reckon," said the officer of the day, cheerfully. "Go and get your sleep. The old woman can't get at him unless she bribes my sentries or rides the air on a broomstick, like some other old witches I've read of. Ferry sleeps in the adjoining room..anyhow, so he can look out for her. Good night. Doc." And so, on they went, glancing upward at the dim light just showing through the window-blinds in the gi-ble end of Doyle's quarters, and halting at the foot of the stairs. almost delirious with ' that he was linked to tht his brother. He lived for The great black hull with its lofty tracery of masts and spars was now "Fetch it to mamma, dear. Don't hurt It.'* the fright and horror of precipitating his death. l ist about opposite the barracks, slowly and majestically ascending the "But there's two of 'em, mamma," replied the little girl. "I'll fetch 'em both." She reached down and picked up anot.hei copperhead that lay in the grass and which Mrs. Loan had not seen and came toddling along the path toward her mother with them. She retained her calmness, and when the child was within a couple of yards of her spoke to her and said: recorded of successful :ases similar to this, though C?ral times attempted. stream. "One of those big British freight steamers that moor there below the French market, I reckou. They seldom come up at night unless it's in the full of the moon, and even then they move with the utmost caution. See, she's slowing up now." This same man told me that when Nancv Bnnker was born her father insisted that her Uncle Chang shonld ran for the doctor. trouble was made by the came home from the west heir arrival tliat the docred the bodies and ftpne em photographed; also to the "wheels go rotrad." iieir morbid curiosity "Come over and have a pipe with me. Ferry," said the captain. "It's too beautiful a night to turn in. I want to talk to you about Waring, anyhow. This thing weighs on my mind." "IT'8 AM IXFERNAI, LIKl" "Put them on the ground, darling, and let mamma see them walk." Eng and Chang mean, in the Siamese tongne, with which I am perfectly familiar, "right" and "left." They were born at Bangesen, Siam, April 15,1811, almost simultaneously. new the suspicion of his own guilt, or else justify the theory that he was demented."Hello! Listen! What's that?" exclaimed Ferry, starting to his feet. This seemed to please the child, and she placed the copperheads in the path. The two snakes caught sight of Mr*. Loan, and instantly their manner changed. The copper spot on the top of their heads began to deepen in color, as it does when this snake is enraged, and they both made toward the child's mother, showing great rage. The little girl clapped her haiids and started to catch the snakes again. Her mother rushed out of the path and around tbe snakes, and snatching the child up in her arms flew to the house and into it, closcd the door behind her and fell to tbe floor in a dead faint. The other child, a boy 8 years old, was in another room making a kite. He heard the noise of his mother's fall and his little sister crying and ran into tbe room. His father was at work ne«r the house, and the boy quickly summoned him It was some time before the farmer succeeded iu restoring his wife to consciousness and learned the cause of her swooning. ht back the bodies, with "Done with you, for an hour anyhow!" said Ferry. "Just wait a minute till I run up and get my baccy." A distant, muffled cry. A distant shot. The sentry at the sally-port dashed through the echoing vault, when bang! came the loud roar of his piece, followed by the yell of: Though Cram and the doctor warned Waring not to talk, talk he would, to Pierce, to Ferry, to Ananias; and though these three were pledged by Cram to reveal to nojone what Waring said, it plunged them in an agony of doubt and misgiving. Day after day had the patient told and retold the story, and never could cross-questioning shake him in the least. Cram sent for Reynolds and took him into their confidence, and Reynolds heard the story and added his questions, but tc no effect. From first to last he remembered every incident up to his parting with Lascelles at his own gateway. After that—nothing. They had a Chinese father, and their mother was one-half Chinese, the other half being Siamese. Drothers were displeased so expressed themselves. perhaps morbidly steneiving their parents dissected Presently down came the young fellow again, meerschaum in hand, the moonlight glinting on his slender figure, so trim and jaunty in the battery dress. Kinsey looked him over with a smile of soldierly approval and a whimsical comment on the contrast between the appearance of this young artillery sprig and that of his own stout personality, clad .as he was in a bulging blue flannel sifck coat, only distinguishable in cut and style from civilian garb by its having brass buttons and a pair of tarnished old shoulder straps. Ferry was a swell. His shell jacket fitted like wax. The Russian shoulder knots of twisted gold were of the handsomest make. The riding breeches, top boots and spurs were such that even Waring could not criticise. II i$ saber gleamed in the moonbeams, and Kinsey's old leather-covered sword looked dingy by contrast. His belt fitted trim and taut, and was polished as his boot-tops; Kinsey's sank down over the left hip. and was worn brown. The sash Ferry sported as battery officer of the day was draped, West Point fashion,-over the shoulder and around the waist, and accurately knotted  looped; Kinsey's old war-worn crimson net was slung higgledy-piggledy over his broad chest. In potting on their dress suits they left out the lower stud of the shirt in order to give room for the strange coffee colored coupler which joined the two at the base of the sternum. "Fire! fire! The guard!" mine named Quill Patterhis old doctor lias Quill's b in alcohol, and though red him over and over again the organ is worth from -andpoint, hoping to obnry it with the old gentler claims that Quill can't tify it, and so just because before his father's death. With one spring Ferry was down the levee and darted like a deer across the road. Kinsey lumbering heavily after. Even as he sped through the stoneflagged way, the hoarse roar of the •Jrum at the guard-house, followed instantly by the blare of the bugle from the battery quarters, sounded the stirring alarm. A shrill, agonized female voice was madly screaming for help. Uuards and sentries were rushing to the scene, and flames were bursting from the front window of Doyle's quarters. Swift though Ferry ran, others were closer to the spot. Half a dozen active young soldiers, members of the infantry guard, had sprung to the rescue. When Ferry dashed up to the gallery he was just in time to stumble over a writhing and prostrate form, to help e*tinguish the blazing clothing of another, to seize his water bucket and louse its contents over a third—one yelling, the others stupefied by smoke —or something. In less time than it takes to tell it, daring fellows had ripped down the blazing shades and shutters, tossed them to the parade beneath, dumped a heap of soaked and smoking bedding out of the rear windows, splashed a few bucketfuls of water about the reeking room, and the fire was out. But the doctors were working their best to bring back the spark of life to two senseless forms, and to still the shrieks of agony that burst from the seared and blistered lips of Bridget Doyle. The sternum is the breast bone. These two twins were brought to the United States at the age of 18 and were on exhibition up to the time they settled down at Mount Airy. They appeared jointly. Those who saw them say that Chang and Eng did much by their public appearances to elevate and refine those who saw them. _ not .. his memory the features of the old gentleman's stomach so that he could recognize it anywhere be is now denied it by a man who has no real claim on it. His story, in brief, was as follows He was both surprised and concerned while smoking and chatting with Mr. Allerton in the rotunda of the St. Charles to see Lascelles, with a friend, evidently watching an opportunity oi speaking with him. He had noticed about a week previous a marked difference in the old Frenchman's manner, and three days before the tragedy, when calling on his way from town to see madame and Nin Nin, was informed that they were not at home, and monsieur himself was the informant; nor did he. as heretofore, invite Waring to enter. Sam was a fellow who detested misunderstanding. Courteously, but positively, he demanded explanation. Lascelles shrugged his shoulders, but gave it. He had heard too much of monsieur's attentions to madame, his wife, and desired their immediate discontinuance. He must request monsieur's assurance that he would not again visit Beau Rivage, or else the reparation due a man of honor, etc. "Whereupon," said Waring, "I didn't propose to be outdone in civility, and therefore replied, in the best French I could command: 'Permit me to tender monsieur—both. Monsieur's friends wilJ find me at the barfacks.' " Farmer Loan went into the yard, and the copperheads were still there and still in belligerent inood. They were soon killed. So great was the shock to Mrs. Loan that she is still confined to her bed, and the little girl mourned for her deadly playthings Cor tw 6 or three days.—Cor. New Y ork Sun Still Chang was intemperate, according to Dr. Jacobi, and many a time Eng, who was qniet and sober, had to go on in Chang's place as an understudy. The Siamese twins were carefully examined by Drs. Pancoast and Agnew of Philadelphia, after which they were photographed, and no one to look at them conld have believed that they had been so recently and thoroughly explored. Eng was a Baptist, and on the day he united with the church and was immersed Chang insisted on accompanying hiu in a beastly state of intoxication. "W-e-e-11, Philippe will have a heap to explain when he is found," was Cram's reply. "Now I have got to go to Doyle's, lie is making some confession, I expect, to the priest." A Good Head For BaaineM. These were the best known twins in history, living to the age of 64, or nearly so. The Two Headed Nightingale is yet living at the age of 42, but is still single —that is, unmarried. I do not know how I would propose to the Two Headed Nightingale. I might be acceptable to one of her reasoning faculties, while the other might be more seuidtive to horrible sights and refuse. The sons replevined their fathers, but not in time to prevent the exploration. Two modest marble monuments mark the graves of these two strange men. But Cram never dreamed for an instant what that was to be. It was first suggested that one large stone should be erected, but this was given up. The motto at the top was to have been: That night poor Doyle's spirit took its flight, and the story of misery he had to tell, partly by scrawling with a pencil, partly by gesture in reply to question, partly in painfully-gasped sentences, a few words at a time, was practically this: Lascelles and his party did indeed leave him at the Pelican when he was so drunk he only vaguely knew what was going on or what had happened in the bar-room where they were drinking, but his wife had told him the whole story. Lascelles wanted more drink—champagne; the bar-tender wanted to close up. They bought several bottles, however, and had them put in the cab, and Lascelles was gay and singing, and, instead of going directly home, insisted on stopping to make a call on the lady who occupied the upper floor of the house Doyle rented on the levee. Doyle rarely saw her, but she sometimes wrote to Lascelles and got Bridget to take the letters to him. She was setting her cap for the old Frenchman. "We called her Mrs. Dawson." The cabman drove very slowly through the storm as Doyle walked home along with Bridget and some man who was helping, and when they reached the gate there was the cab and Waring in it. The cab-driver was standing by his horse, swearing at the delay and saying he would charge double fare. Doyle had had trouble with his wife for many years, and renewed trouble lately because of two visits Lascelles had paid there, and that evening when she sent for him he was drinking in Waring's room, had been drinking during the day: he dreaded : UNITED DIVIDED WE Chang had some literary ambition, while Eng did not. Chang's love for rum was a pretty good sign that be was a genius. Night after night he would pull Eng out of bed while sound asleep and jerk him around in the dark, jotting down memoranda of thoughts he had during the night. Chang had invented what he called the author's friend. It consisted of ah illuminated wall at one end of the room made of a mixture which lighted it up so that he could preserve a thought which had made its appearance during the night. FALL. Good Evidence. While willing hands bore these scorched semblances of humanity to neighboring rooms and tender-hearted women hurried to add their ministering touch,and old Braxton ordered the excited garrison back to quarters and bed, he, with Cram and Kinsey and Ferry, made prompt examination of the premises. On the table two whisky bottles, one empty, one nearly full, that Dr. Potts declared were not there when he left at one. On the mantel a phial of chloroform, which was also not there before. But a towel soaked with the stifling contents lay on the floor by Jim's rude pallet, and a handkerchief half soaked, half consumed, wi, son the chair which had stood by the bedside among the fragments of an overturned kerosene lamp. A peppery parson down east, who was disturbed by his choir during prayer time, got even with them when lie gave out the closing hymn by adding, "I hope the entire congregation will join in singing this grand old hymn, and I know the choir will, for I heard them humming it during the prayer."—Lewiston Journal. IS T1 fly's opi: ION. —Life. Rebuked, "All the same," saia Waring, "when I found madame and Nin Nin stuck in the mud I did what I considered the proper thing, and drove them, coram publico, to 'bonne maman's,' never letting them see, of course, that there was any row on tap, and so when I saw the old fellow with a keen-looking party alongside I felt sure it meant mischief. 1 was utterly surprised, therefore, when Lascelles came up with hat off and hand extended, bowing low, praying pardon for the intrusion, but saying he could not defer another instant the desire to express his gratitude the most profound for my extreme courtesy to madame and his beloved child. He had heard the whole story, and, to my confusion, insisted on going over all the details before Allerton, even to my heroism, as he called it, in knocking down that big bully of a cabman. I was confused, yet couldn't shake him oft. He was Dr. Edward Payson, the beloved minister of a church in Portland in the first part of our century, was a preacher who could present the truth intrusted to him with a wise skill and tenderness of feeling calculated to disarm the most prejn: diced foe. He also invented the Edinburgh joke gimlet and used it successfully while in Scotland. And this was the story that Waring maintained from first to last. "Pills" ventured a query as to whether the amount of King and Clicquot consumed might not have overthrown his mental equipoise. No. Sam declared, he drank very little. "The only Bacchanalian thing I did was to join in a jovial chorus from a new French opera which Lascelles' friend piped up and I had heard in the north: Our Servants. WHERE TWO BLAT8 HAD BEE.f BHOVEP They were more irritated against each other after the war than before, for Chang lost hia nigger and bitterly reproached Eng for being at the bottom of it On top of all this, Eng tried to reconstruct Chang. "Marie, has any one called while I have been out?" i ■'What swells you fellows are, Ferry!" he said, laughingly, as the youngster came dancing down. "Even old Doyle gets out here in his scarlet plume occasionally and puts us doughboys to shame. What's the use in trying to make such a rig as ours look soldierly? If it were not for the brass buttons our coats would make 11s look like parsons and our hats like monkeys. As for this undress, all that can be said in its favor is you can't spoil it even by sleeping ou' on the levee in it, as I am sometimes tempted to do. Let's go out there now." ▲SIDE. "Yes, ma'am; Mr. Pommier." "Mr. Pommier? I don't know any one of that name." Even in administering a rebnke he was ever tactful and gentle, and one instance of such care is often related of him. "I know that, ma'am. It was me he came to seel"—Domino Rose. j And then they told Baird that what Waring probably saw was Wednesday's paper with the details of the inquest on the body of Lascelles and the chain of evidence pointing to himself as the murderer. This caused honest Capt. Baird to lay ten to one he wasn't, and five to one he'd never heard of it till he got the paper above Pilot Town. Whereupon all three officers clapped the Briton on the back and shook him by the hand and begged his company to dinner at the bafracks and at Mo* Chang married some time before the idea occurred to Eng, and though he entered fully into the spirit which proppted Chang to wed he often felt ill at ease and out of place sitting up late of nights daring the courting and taking cold looking at the moon and pretending to be asleep. "What makes yon blush so?" said a reckless fellctw in the stage to a plain country girl who was receiving the mall bag at the postoffice from the hand of the driver. The Point of View. A curious illustration of what may be called illogical logic is reported by a gentleman who had to wait a long time at a railroad ticket office for the clerk at the window to get ready to wait on him. "Oul, buvons, burons encorel B'il est un vin qu'on adore Dc I'arls a Macao, (.' est le Cliequo A quick examination of the patients showed that Jim, the negro, had been chloroformed and was not burned at all, that Doyle was severely burned and had probably inhaled flames, and that the woman was crazed with drink, terror and burns combined. It took the efforts of two or three men and the influence of powerful opiates to Asked if he had formed any conjecture as to the identity of the stranger, Sam said no. The name sounded like "Philippea," lDnt he couldn't be sure, ltut when told that there were rumors to the effect that Lascelles' younger brother had been seen with him twice c'est If Clicquot" Dr. Pay son, who sat near him and had been until this moment unobserved, gave the girl no time to answer. "Come, come!" said the would be passenger, growing impatient at last, "I've been here at this window five minutes!" Therefore he soon turned his attention toward marriage, and accompanied by his brother one evening made a proposal to Chang's sister-in-law. She rejected him. claiming that, according to herno- It was perhaps quarter of two when they took their seats on the wooden bench under ,the trees, and, lighting "Perhaps," he said gently, "it is because some one spoke rudely to her when the stage was along here the last time." —Youth's Companion. "That's nothing," said the clerk. "I've been here eight years, and I never found fault about it vet."—Exchange,