anaheim-gazette 1876-10-21

ANAHEIM SUMMER VOL. 7. Sad Memories. Earth's saddest memories! What are they The loss of wealth and fame? Not so, if to misfortune clings No taint of sin or shame. That friends, who, passed from earth away, Are hidden from our sight? Not so, if resting in the Lord, They dwell in realms of light. Earth's saddest, bitterest thoughts must be Of love and trust betrayed; The loss of confidence and hopes, On which the life was stayed. A broken life, for billed dreams Of happiness and peace; A weary longing for the grave, Where life's sad sorrows cease. ELLIIS YETT. Johnny Judkins. BY CHAS. P. ADAMS. Johnny Judkins was a vendor Of a patent liquid blacking; Johnny Judkins he was witty; And for "cheek" he was not lacking. Johnny stood upon the corner, Selling polish day by day, And would "polish off" a party Who had anything to say. Johnny's stereotyped expression Was: "Now, gents, at the beginnin'", I would state this magic polish Will not soil the finest linen." Johnny, then, its other virtues Note was not presented, and Fred alone has a duplicate key. Oh, if it should be! Anna's boy, that I promised to love as my son. Have I not kept my promise? Where have I failed? And why should he steal from me, when all I have is his? I cannot, I will not, believe it! "May I come in!" asked a bright, pleasant face at the door, and permission being given, Fred Tryon entered the room. Looking into his handsome young face, bright and frank, with well opened brown eyes, and curls of nut brown hair, it was hard to connect it with any idea of roguey, ingratitude, and theft. His manner toward the uncle, who had ever filled a father's place, was the perfection of respectful affection, and before he had been an hour in the counting room, Mr. Markham's uneasy fears were entirely gone. They were talking of a certain dark-eyed little maiden, who was soon to be Mrs. Tryon, and when Fred left his uncle, it was with a promise that he would call in the evening upon Miss Clarkson, to finally arrange for the wedding day. The young man, a favorite of fortune apparently, spent the afternoon with his betrothed, received his uncle in the evening, beside her, and accompanied the old gentleman to his boarding house, receiving an affectionate farewell, when he took up his way to his own rooms in another house. For a week he heard nothing of the robbery. It was just when summer twilight was fading that, returning from a drive with Maud Clarkson, Fred met his uncle's confidential clerk waiting for him at Maud's house. "I have a note for you, Mr. Fred," he "No; I was alone in my dressed, when he knocked and said he had lost the kite lent him my bunch of returned before I was out of day." "And you were alone on your money?" "Yes; I thought he was you know as well as I do note for five hundred dollars visitor in Arnold's pocket." "He is a cunning scoundrel to ascertain if the notes came before he tries to get rid of Mr. Fred, will you leave it days—only a few days?—catch the thief, you may try but my uncle?" "Wait till you can procure before you see him. Give me only a week to And, by-the-way, you will additional chance if you city. Throw him off his gun him suppose you are bad crime." "Run away," flashed coward? "Only for a week. Your ability is that Arnold has his possession yet. He will take fate of what he has got putting any more into him he has probably hidden it. You he will watch; but if I will take your room while and do a little private detention on my part." "It was not easy to perceive consent to Potter's plan." Johnny Judkins was a vendor of patent liquid blacking; Johnny Judkins he was witty, and for "cheek" he was not lacking. Johnny stood upon the corner, Selling polish day by day, And would "polish off" a party Who had anything to say. Johnny's stereotyped expression Was: "Now, gents, at the beginnin', I would state this magic polish Will not soil the finest linen." Johnny, then, its other virtues Rapidly would mention o'er, And would sell his gaping hearers From a dozen to a score. Hans Von Puffer bought a bottle, And upon his shirt front, white—As he used it without caution—Left a spot as black as night. Back to Johnny went Von Puffer, Saying: "Vot vos dot you zay, Twill not soll der vinst linen? See my shirt vrond right away! "Vot vos dot ubon mine bosom, Von't you dold me ef you please? Shust you gift me pack mine money, Or I goes vor der boleese!" Johnny looked upon the Deutscher With a bland and childlike smile; Then upon the crowd before him—Who enjoyed the sport meanwhile. "Gentlemen," says Johnny Judkins, "As I said in the beginnin', This're patent liquid polish Will not soil the finest linen; "As for that," says Johnny Judkins—Poluting where the spot of crock Showed upon Von Puffer's bosom Like a black sheep in a flock— "As for that," repeated Johnny, "If you call that linen fine I would merely say; my hearers, Your opinion is not mine." Johnny Judkins still continues Selling blacking by the toe. Hans Von Puffer chalks that bosom Every time he puts it on. Detroit Free Press. The Girl Detective. The door of Rufus Markham's counting-room was securely closed, and the proprietor of the large, flourishing cotton factory talked earnestly with a gentlemanly looking man of middle age, whose face was as impassive as a wax mask. Five thousand dollars!" said the individual. "It was a large sum to leave exposed." "Exposed!" said Mr. Markham. "It was in my private desk, to which no one has access but myself and my nephew, Fred Tryon." "Would it be possible the young gentleman——" "Sir," said Mr. Markham, indignantly, "my nephew is not a thief. If he needed ten times that sum he knows I would freely give it to him. He will be my heir, and is as dear to me as a son. It is simply absurd to connect him in any way with this robbery." "Just state this matter again, briefly as you can, and allow me to take notes, will finally arrange for the wedding day. The young man, a favorite of fortune apparently, spent the afternoon with his betrothed, received his uncle in the evening, beside her, and accompanied the old gentleman to his boarding house, receiving an affectionate farewell, when he took up his way to his own rooms in another house. For a week he heard nothing of the robbery. It was just when summer twilight was fading that, returning from a drive with Maud Clarkson, Fred met his uncle's confidential clerk waiting for him at Maud's house. "I have a note for you, Mr. Fred," he said, "and as you were not at home, I thought I would wait here for you." Something in the man's face and manner struck a sudden chill to Maud's heart. "You have bad news!" she cried. "Perhaps Mr. Fred had better read the note," was the evasive answer. But Maud's terror was only increased when Fred, after reading the note, broke into a furious exclamation of rage. "Who dares say I am a midnight burglar?" he shouted. "Oh, Fred, what is it?" asked Maud, turning very white. My uncle has been robbed of five thousand dollars, and he pays me the compliment of supposing me the thief, because I have the duplicate key to his private desk. I —— Great heaven!" he cried, with a sudden change in his voice, "he cannot mean it! I rob my uncle! I" Mr. Fred," said the clerk, respectfully, "I only waited to see how you took the note, to speak a few words of advice. Mr. Fred, I was with your father when he was killed on a railway train; I was with your uncle when he brought you from your mother's funeral to his home. I took you to boarding-school, and brought you home for the holidays, and I've loved you, boy and man; since you were ten years' old, and that's twelve long years. I know you never took the money, but things look very ugly for you." But," said Fred, grasping hard the hand of the clerk held out to him, "I cannot understand it. Listen," and he read aloud the note from his uncle. "MR. FREDERICK TRYON: I could not believe without proof—unable, positive proof—that you could rob me of five thousand dollars, taken as you know, from my private desk, on Wednesday last. You are my sister's son, and I will never be the one to imprison or punish you, but you are no longer nephew of mine. Willingly, I will never look in your face again. Your ill-gotten gains I freely give you to start in some business, trusting you will endeavor to live honestly in future. Do not try to see me; I will not listen to any explanations I know to be false. Do not write, for I will not open your letters." RUFUS MARKHAM." Maud Clarkson grew white as death as she heard the stern edict. "Oh, Fred!" she cried, "what can you do? "Starve, I suppose," was the bitter answer, "as I do not happen to possess the ill-gotten gains so generously presented to me. But I will not ask you to starve with me, Maud. You were betrothed to the millionaire's nephew and heir; the disinherited beggar frees you from your promise." Fred," she cried, bursting into tears, "how can you be so cruel?" Then, unheeding the clerk, who was discreetly looking from the window, she came close "It am completely baffled answer to her inquiries. Nold knows me,and evident He is so affectionally desi me in sight that I cannot his room; and wjienne locks the door and gives landlady. I cannot force and by the time Fred return the money will be smug am sure it is in his possession so careful about his room. In there but the landlady.of bribing the chamberma in when she was it work fortunately she left to-day. A flash of light seemed Maud's face,but she only saw "Your landlady is a Gnot? "Yes; her English is very Have you ever seen her? "No; I have heard Fred My mother,你 know，was "But what has that to case? "I will tell you Vogda find the thief,and failed.I mean to try, "You! What can you do "Come to mornor and I Punctual to the appointe made his appearance.With and flushed cheeks,Maud "Well?" he asked,cert looks that she had good tic "I told you I would succeed And you did! Huzzz young as Fred himself!" "Exposed!" said Mr. Markham. "It was in my private desk, to which no one has access but myself and my nephew, Fred Tryon." "Would it be possible the young gentleman——" "Sir," said Mr. Markham, indignantly, "my nephew is not a thief. If he needed ten times that sum he knows I would freely give it to him. He will be my heir, and is as dear to me as a son. It is simply absurd to connect him in any way with this robbery." "Just state this matter again, briefly as you can, and allow me to take notes, will you, Mr. Markham?" "Certainly. I drew five thousand dollars out of bank yesterday, to meet a note that was not presented for payment. Retaining it until after the bank was closed, I concluded to look it in my desk until this morning and did so. At nine o'clock this morning the expected note was presented, and I opened the desk. The money was gone, and with it a small memorandum book that was in the same roll." "The lock was not forced?" "No, sir; the desk was apparently exactly as I left it." "And Mr. Tryon has the only duplicate key?" The old gentleman frowned. He was evidently displeased at the turn the detective's suspicions seemed to be taking. "My nephew certainly has the only duplicate key." "I'm! yes. You have the numbers of the notes!" "Yes. The roll consisted of ten five-hundred dollar notes." The list of numbers being taken, the detective made a searching examination of the apartment, and prepared to take his departure. As he stood near the door, Mr. Markham suddenly said, nervously: "I think Mr. Vogdes, if you make any discoveries, you had better report to me privately before making any arrests." "Certainly, sir, if you desire it. Will you grant me one favor? Do not mention the robbery to Mr. Tryon, if you have not done so already." "No one has heard of it but yourself." "Very good! I will call again when I have any report so make." Fred! Fred! the old gentleman said, in a low tone, when he was alone; "Vogdes evidently thinks it is Fred! It cannot be! It is impossible that my nephew would rob me! I cannot believe it. And yet he know the money was there. He was here when I handed Arnold the check, and here when he returned with the money. He knew that Johnson's Mand Clarkson grew white as death as she heard the stern edict. "Oh, Fred!" she cried, "what can you do?" "Starve, I suppose," was the bitter answer, "as I do not happen to possess the ill-gotten gains so generously presented to me. But I will not ask you to starve with me, Maud. You were betrothed to the millionaire's nephew and heir; the disinherited beggar frees you from your promise." "Fred," she cried, bursting into tears, "how can you be so cruel?" Then, unheeding the clerk, who was discreetly looking from the window, she came close to Fred's side. "Darling," she said, fixing her large black eyes upon his face, "if all the world believe you guilty, I do not. If all the world casts you off, I will keep my promise." The young lover had been bewildered, indignant, desperate, but he folded the gentle comforter fast in his arms, and great tears fell on her upturned face. "God bless you, Maud!" he cried; "I can defy the world, if you are true to me. Now, Potter, sit down, and tell me what you know of this wretched business." "Well, Mr. Fred, I never heard of the robbery myself until this morning, when Vogdes, the detective your uncle employed to work it up, came to make his report. They did not notice me at first, and when your uncle remembered I was in the room, I had heard about all Vogdes knew. You remember there was a note coming due last Wednesday?" "To Johnson?" "Yes; well, I thought at the time it was curious your uncle gave him a cheek, when I knew the money was drawn out of the bank the day before to meet that very note. But I never knew till this morning that the money was stolen from Mr. Markham's private desk by false keys, Mr. Fred," said the old man, earnestly. "It was all in five hundred dollar notes, and your uncle had the numbers." "Well!" "This morning Vogdes brought back one of the notes which you gave to T—— yesterday in payment for a pearlocket." "Stop, Potter! let me think. Where did I get that note? I have it! Arnold gave it to me to take out a hundred dollars I lent him some time ago. And Arnold—— Potter, Arnold, borrowed my keys last Wednesday night to open his trunk! Potter, huzzal! We know the thief!" "Not so fast, Mr. Fred—not so fast. It will not be an easy matter to prove this. Were there any witnesses present when Arnold borrowed the keys?" "To whom I have telegraph turn. He will be here then you must bring Mr. Vogdes, and the proper polite to meet in his room. The go to Mr. Arnold's room, and pipe of the stove at the joint you will find Mr. Mann orrandum-book and the misYou are sure?" "Listen! This morning in sunbonnet, and pair of coats disgulse, I applied for the job ber-maid at the boarding Mr. Arnold has a room. He hair in two long planks, and a landlady that I was a receive from Germany, unable to English. She agreed to week on trial, and before 12 hours in the house. I was Arnold's room. Never was a quickly; and seeing my way to market, I shot the survey of the premises locked, the bureau-drawer the closet-door ajar. I felt overhaul any private though I should have done resolutely; if I had been ruminaged a little when floor, I espied a shirt, appa-soled, except one sleeve, black with soot. What is fireplace in summer? I went to examine: A few ficed to convince me that been moved out and the pipe removed. I repeated find a roll of five hundred and a small note book, with Rufus Markham on the first placed everything careful home. Now, Mr. Potter taken by surprise, or as put the notes there." "You are a brave girl!" man, looking with admiration animated face, owe you more than his life. He can repay me by conthe good news when he is Eight was striking by when Dr. Grahan Arnold, latest fashion, and with a vana between his lips, save into his own room. He had been in the parlor house for an hour, watch with some anxiously but without of the little party of four Potter's temporary apart his return to his own room. Once inside thy door, look left the handhome face man and be mutated; flee "No; I was alone in my room, half undressed, when he knocked at my door, and said he had lost the key of his trunk. I lent him my bunch of keys, which he returned before I was out of bed the next day." "And you were alone when he paid you the money!" "Yes; I thought he was very flush, for you know as well as I do, Potter, that a note for five hundred dollars is not a daily visitor in Arnold's pocket." "He is a cunning scoundrel. He wants to ascertain if the notes can be identified before he tries to get rid of them himself. Mr. Fred, will you leave it to me a few days—only a few days—and if I do not catch the thief, you may try!" "But my uncle?" "Wait till you can prove your innocence before you see him. Only a week. Give me only a week to watch Arnold. And, by the way, you will give me an additional chance if you will leave the city. Throw him off his guard by letting him suppose you are banished for his crime." "Run away," flashed Fred, "like a coward!" "Only for a week. You see, the probability is that Arnold has the money in his possession yet. He will wait to see the fate of what he has given you before putting any more into circulation; but he has probably hidden it very securely. You he will watch; but if you are willing I will take your room while you are gone, and do a little private detective business on my part." "It must get out of this! Potter suspects me, and may yet communicate his suspicions to Mr. Markham. I will be off-to-night as soon as the house is quiet." He opened a small travelling satchel as he spoke, and was rapidly filling it with necessaries for a journey, when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Tossing the satchel into the closet he cried: "Come in!" But his face turned livid as his call was obeyed, and a party of five entered the room. Two policemen stationed themselves on his right and left, while Mr. Markham, Mr. Potter and Fred Tryon followed them. "Now, Mr. Potter," said one of the policemen, with the face and voice of the detective Vogdes, "will you tell us where to find the missing notes?" "What notes?" cried Arnold. "What does this outrage mean?" "It means," said Mr. Potter, "that your plan to throw the robbery of Mr. Markham's private desk upon his nephew has failed. It means that the five thousand dollars stolen from that gentleman is now in your possession, excepting only one note given to Mr. Tryon in payment of a debt!" "It is a lie!" cried the prisoner; but his white face, faltering voice, and shaking limbs were no proof of innocence. "Search my trunks, everything I have." "No, gentlemen," said Mr. Potter. "Draw out the stove, if you please, and look in the elbow of the pipe." With a cry, Graham Arnold fell senseless to the floor, as Vogdes put his hand upon the stove. American Mothers There is a sentiment among American women which makes it seem hard for a mother to have her children always about her. If she does not nurse her infant she has it constantly in her presence; and purposely employs an ignorant and inexperienced nurse, for the sake of having one about her who will submit to be constantly harrassed by directions. The practical result of this sentimental maternity is really disastrous. American women are nervous; American men are nervous. Naturally they have nervous children; children of slender physique, but easily excited into an exhibition of precocious intelligence, which is considered genius. To make it "notice" early, to make it talk soon, and then to report its wise and witty sayings is the aim of the fond American mother's life. Instead of letting the little creature suck its fist and grow fat, it is jumped and danced and see-sawed, confused by unmeaning sounds, bewildered by unceasing gabbler. It is made to know "its own papa and mamma" before it knows there are such things as papas and mammas. It is made to repeat like a parrot names to which it can attach no sense of meaning, and pick the eyes, nose and mouth out of every visitor's head. The English method of placing very young children in the hands of experienced nurses, and making them responsible, is much better. The nervous activity of the mother would then cease to irritate, and only act as an occasional stimulus. The child would be subject to less excitement, less indulgence, more regular and healthy habits. The follower New York Woman at Hell Works at Halton. "The following World reports keeper at the works at Halton." About thrush. How do thirst. Some of thirst. Have any thirst. Eleven. I are doing," worked right nitro-glycerin into cans just Gen. Newton desk in Capt., about a hundred of the pit. the galleries beneath the moment down with dynamite. Everything until to-day, has been delayed and Essex Cause than half of it for a lack of charging is a could finish its explosives we We have worn have done them if there had been no cartridge." "It was not easy to persuade Fred to consent to Potter's plan, but Maud's persuasions being added to the old man's, he finally consented to leave the city for a week, and return in that time to vindicate his own innocence in case of Potter's failure. Before night Fred was on his way to visit another city, and his landlady had agreed to allow Mr. Potter to occupy his place during his absence. Fred had been gone two days, when the old clerk called upon Miss Clarkson to report progress. "I am completely baffled," he said, in answer to her inquiries. "You see, Arnold knows me, and evidently suspects me. He is so affectionately desirous of keeping me in sight that I cannot get a peep in his room; and whenever he is out, he locks the door and gives the key to the landlady. I cannot force his door yet, and by the time Fred returns I am afraid the money will be smuggled away. I am sure it is in his possession now, he is so careful about his room. Nobody gets in there but the landlady. I did think of bribing the chambermaid to let me in when she was at work there, but unfortunately she left to-day." A flash of light seemed to pass across Maud's face, but she only said, demurely: "Your landlady is a German, is she not? "Yes; her English is very imperfect. Have you ever seen her?" "No; I have heard Fred speak of her. My mother, you know, was German." "But what has that to do with Fred's case?" "I will tell you. Vogdes has tried to find the thief, and failed. You have tried, and failed. I mean to try, and succeed!" "You! What can you do?" "Come to mormon and I will tell you." Punctual to the appointed time, Potter made his appearance. With dancing eyes and flushed cheeks, Maud met him. "Well!" he asked, certain from her looks that she had good tidings. "I told you I would succeed!" "And you did! Huzzaz! I feel as young as Fred himself!" To whom I have telegraphed to return. He will be here this evening, and you must bring Mr. Markham, Mr. Vogdes, and the proper police authorities, to meet in his room. Then, Mr. Potter, go to Mr. Arnold's room, and remove the pipe of the stove at the elbow. In the joint you will find Mr. Markham's memorandum-book and the missing notes." "You are sure?" "Listen! This morning, in a calico dress, sunbonnet, and pair of coarse shoes, for disguise. I applied for the place of chamber-maid at the boarding-house where Mr. Arnold has a room. I braided my hams's private desk upon his nephew has failed. It means that the five thousand dollars stolen from that gentleman is now in your possession, excepting only one note given to Mr. Tryon in payment of a debt!" "It is a lie!" cried the prisoner; but his white face, faltering voice, and shaking limbs were no proof of innocence. "Search my trunks, everything I have." "No, gentlemen," said Mr. Potter. "Draw out the stove, if you please, and look in the elbow of the pipe." With a cry, Graham Arnold fell sense-less to the floor, as Vogdes put his hand upon the stove. Mr. Markham turned to Fred. There was no word spoken. Hand clasped hand, and each read forgiveness in the other's eyes. Mr. Graham Arnold spent some weeks in jail ere his trial and conviction; but before his sentence was pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Tryon were crossing the ocean on a wedding tour to Europe, and only Mr. Potter and Fred ever known of Maud's first and only appearance as a Girl Detective. Jay Gould and Tom Scott. A Long Branch correspondent of the St. Louis Globe-Democrat writes: Two of the most notable men here this season have been Col. Thomas A. Scott, of the Pennsylvania Railway, and Jay Gould, the little magician of Wall street, who carried off the Erie road in his pocket, and left it there until he made nine or ten millions by it. Both of them are very quiet, taciturn, self-possessed; both of them have masterly commercial ability; both of them have unbounded ambition and an inapppeasant passion for huge operations. They have been rivals for some time, and it is not quite certain yet which of the two is the stronger, though the probabilities seem to be on the side of Gould. They look very unlike. Scott is blonde; has an open, pleasant, very intelligent face, a clear, blue-gray eye, side whiskers, and abundant hair tinged with silver. He might pass for an orthodox clergyman. He moves about softly, and apparently with unconcern; yet you can see he is thinking hard, and arranging for the future. Gould is a little fellow, a decided brunette, his mouth, chin and cheeks covered with black hair, and his black eyes bright, reflective, inscrutable. There is something cat-like in his gait; his expression is calm, and so cold that if your breath were to fall on his visage it might turn to vapor. Put a red suit on him, and place him on the stage, and you would swear he was chosen by nature for the part of Lucifer. He must have immense self-control, gigantic power of combination, a wonderful brain; for no one ever knows what he is doing, or intends to do, though he has the capacity to derange the finances of the country—as he has done ere now—and would not hesitate to render the country bankrupt, if its bankruptcy would injure to his advantage. He and Scott have been grappling for mastery in the South and West, and there are reasons for believing that Gould has designs on the Pennsylvania Railway, which a little time will develop. I have sounds, bewildered by unceasing gabble It is made to know "its own papa and mamma" before it knows there are such things as papas and mammas. It is made to repeat like a parrot names to which it can attach no sense of meaning, pick the eyes, nose and mouth out of every visitor's head. The English method of placing very young children in the hands of experienced nurses, and making them responsible is much better. The nervous activity of the mother would then cease to irritate, and only act as an occasional stimulus. The child would be subject to less excitement, less indulgence, more regular and healthy habits. The trained mechanism of the nurse which admits of little outward manifestation of feelings surrounds her charge with just the quiet uneventful atmosphere in which a baby grows and thrives. A large airy nursery at the top of the house; a good clean, wholesome Belgian Swiss or Swedish woman to take charge of it; breakfasts of oatmeal porridge and milk; dinners of roast or boiled beef; or mutton and rice pudding; tea of bread and butter; milk and fruit, and no candy or "pieces" between meals; rides with mamma and visits at bed-time—this is the routine which American children need, and which they must have to counteract the unfortunate tendencies which so many inherit from their parents, and which are aggrivated by sharing their bad habits, their late dinners and the stimulating pressure of their constant society. How Girls Are Made Pretty. The Hindoo girls are graceful and exquisitely formed. From their earliest childhood they are accustomed to carry burdens on their heads. The water for family use is always brought by the girls in earthen jars, carefully poised in this way. This exercise is said to strengthen the muscles of the back, while the chest is thrown forward. No crooked backs are seen in Hindostan. Dr. Henry Spry, one of the company's medical officers, says that "this exercise of carrying small vessels of water on the head might be advantageously introduced in our boarding schools and private families," and that it might entirely supersede the present machinery of dumb-bells, back-boards, skipping-ropes, &c. The young lady ought to be taught to carry the jar, as these Hindoo women do without ever touching it with her hand." The same practice of carrying water leads to precisely the same results in the south of Italy as in India. A Neapolitan female peasant will carry on her head a vessel full of water to the very brim over a rough road and not spill a drop of it; and the acquisition of this art or knack gives her the same erect and elastic gait; and the same expanded chest and well-formed back and shoulders.—Home and School. Babies' Baths..A physician says: For the "wind in the stomach" children are thought to have, for their tiresome crying, and for their restlessness and worrying at night with which they are afflicted; if the warm bath were resorted to oftener instead of using soothing syrups and nostrums; it would be far better for the children. In preparing warm baths for infants, great care should be moment down with dynamism. Everything until today," has been delaired and Essex Cats than half of it for a lack of charging is also could finish explosives wipe We have worked done here if there had been "How many cartridges? Sixty." Is there any signs of fear? O., no. 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He will be here this evening, and you must bring Mr. Markham, Mr. Vogdes, and the proper police authorities, to meet in his room. Then, Mr. Potter, go to Mr. Arnold's room, and remove the pipe of the stove at the elbow. In the joint you will find Mr. Markham's memorandum-book and the missing notes." "You are sure?" "Listen! This morning, in a calico dress, sunbonnet, and pair of coarse shoes, for disguise, I applied for the place of chambermaid at the boarding-house where Mr. Arnold has a room. I braided my hair in two long plis, and convinced your landlady that I was a recent importation from Germany, unable to speak a word of English. She agreed to take me for one week on trial, and before I had been two hours in the house, I was sent to tidy Mr. Arnold's room. Neyer was a room tidied so quickly; and, seeing my mistress on her way to market, I shot the bolt, and took a survey of the premises. The trunk was locked, the bureau-drawers wide open, the closet-door ajar. I felt a reluctance to overhaul any private depositories; though I should have done it," she added, resolutely; "if I had been driven to it! I ruminaged a little when, on the closet-floor, I espied a shirt, apparently scarcely soiled, except one sleeve, and that was black with soot. What is he doing at the fireplace in summer? I thought, and went to examine. A few minutes sufficed to convince me that the stove had been moved out, and the elbow of the pipe removed. I repeated the process, to find a roll of five hundred dollar notes, and a small note book, with the name Rufus Markham on the first page. I replaced everything carefully, and came home. Now, Mr. Potter, he must be taken by surprise, or he may say Fred put the notes there." "You are a brave girl!" cried the old man, looking with admiration at the beautiful animated face, "and Fred will owe you more than his life." "He can repay me by coming to tell me the good news when he is clear." Eight was stirring by the city clocks when Dr. Grahan Arnold dressed in the latest fashion, and with a fragrant Hawaiian between his lips, stroked leisurely into his own room. He had been in the parlor of his boarding house for an hour, watching Mr. Potter with some anxiety, but wholly unaware of the little party of four who, in Mr. Potter's temporary apartment, awaited his return to his own room. Once inside the door, the nonchalant look left the handmade face of the young man and he matted, largely: would swear he was chosen by nature for the part of Lucifer. He must have immense self-control, gigantic power of combination, a wonderful brain; for no one ever knows what he is doing, or intends to do, though he has the capacity to derange the finances of the country—as he has done ere now—and would not hesitate to render the country bankrupt, if its bankruptcy would injure to his advantage. He and Scott have been grappling for mastery in the South and West, and there are reasons for believing that Gould has designs on the Pennsylvania Railway, which a little time will develop. I have seen them pass one another. They bow politely and speak softly, but neither stops. Each seems to fear that the other might read his mind, pluck out the heart of his financial mystery. Plainly there is no love between them; plainly each is gathering strength for the next tussle, and taking a long breath before they grapple again. Gould looks as if he thought, "Scott is mighty smooth and smart, but you never can trust him." Scott looks as if he were saying inwardly, "Gould is quiet as the grave, as sharp as lightning, but he's an infernal scoundrel." The manufacture of dolls forms one of the largest branches of trade in the French capital. Three thousand different kinds of dolls are made in Paris from the humble pasteboard plaything of the workman's child to the talking, moving doll for Mille. Bebee, of the Faubourg St. Germain. The mechanical dolls have reached such perfection that many can stand upright unided, can walk, bow, and move all their limbs. The mechanism is the invention of a French clockmaker, and several steam works, occupying from sixty to seventy workmen, are devoted to this manufacture. The principal dolls are made of leather and composition, and pass through innumerable hands before completion. Two hundred and forty thousand of these dolls are annually made in Paris, while inferior kinds are produced at the rate of four hundred thousand. They are taking evidence in a divorce case for cruelty; the husband is under examination; his wife, prosecuted with grief is weeping bitterly, covering her face with her handkerchief. "Now," says the judge, "are you still ashamed to have thus brutally treated your wife, a tender young woman of 23?" The wife suddenly raises her head, "I beg your pardon," she sobs; "only 24." And she again gives way to her grief—Poiris Paper. BABIES' BATHS—A physician says: For the "wind in the stomach" children are thought to have, for their tiresome crying, and for their restlessness and worrying at night with which they are afflicted; if the warm bath were resorted to oftener instead of using soothing syrups and nostrums, it would be far better for the children. In preparing warm baths for infants, great care should be taken not to have the water too hot. A lady remarks on this subject: When my child was sick one night, the doctor ordered the hot bath. The lady who was with me got the water ready, and said it was all right. Just as she was going to put the child in, I said: "Put your elbow into the water first." She did so and found it altogether too hot. In washing my babies, I often find the water that is agreeable to my hands not so to my flesh that is kept covered with clothing, which leads me to think oftentimes babies are tortured, and even injured by giving them a bath in water that is too hot. LAMPS—Sometimes a wick becomes too short to carry up the kerosene, and the lamp goes out. If you have not time to put in a new wick, a piece of cotton rag planed on below will answer every purpose, and becomes a good feeder. If a hole should become broken in the glass chimney, paste on a piece of paper which may often be done in a moment; and it will answer its purpose well for a long time, or until you get a new chimney. Sometimes the burners of lamps become gummy, and prevent the wicks moving freely. Boil them up in ends over the fire a short time, and they will become entirely clean, and work well. CLEANING WINDOW GLASS—Painters sometimes leave spots on window glass when painting the sash. A lady who knows informs us that benzine applied to such places, and allowed to remain a while will render it easily removed by scouring. She says she has also heard but has not tested it that a strong solution of soda applied hot will be equally efficacious. DELIQUIO Brown BREAD—Two coffee cups corn meal, one coffee cup molasses, one quart sweet skim milk; one table-spoonful salt; one of salerius; and two eggs. Stir with flour or shorts about as stiff as for cake. Bake in a pudding dish. This is excellent; and any one testing it will produce it good. World reporters in bed of sawdust handling cart due to newbies dark and damp lamps in their vertical hiey; and work One man has an into a hole to for a cartridge draws the attic a cartridge; wipe the hole as far and the rest of Some of the lamps it takes them. "Why don't they wear Capt. Mercury heated; and with perspirate clothing would and fatigue thaMr. Boyle; ing; opened an reporter's its bootblacking it;" said he; "it gives you tha tion was not caI"I tested tha box of these caIthe other day; glycerine maI had one takem forty feet high.The ball was followed. A florist; whi in Astoria; ye ton with a coming exploio to take his glac The General danger to winthe people livi open their win plosion. There is a listing near B contain nears It is circular oue the roof; cut tails; are all pa ter-proof by b water; whei we think of a roses peeling free made of o we had lost at say future and art. GAZETTE. NO. I. The Dynamite Hemp. The following, which appeared in the New York World before the late explosion at Hell Gate, will give the reader an idea of the character of the work: "How does the work go on?" asked a World reporter of the one-armed gatekeeper at the entrance to the government works at Hallett's Point Wednesday. "About three thousand holes charged." "How do the men feel?" "Some of 'em pretty d—d shaky." "Have any left?" "Eleven. It's nothing, the work they are doing," continued the man; "I've worked right 'lonside 1,900 pounds of nitro-glycerine when they was pourin' it into cans just as you would water." Gen. Newton was found writing at a desk in Capt. Mercur's office, which is about a hundred yards from the mouth of the pit. He was as calm as if one of the galleries was not almost directly beneath the building and men at that moment down there charging the earth with dynamite. "Everything has gone on satisfactorily until to-day," he said. "Our ammunition has been delayed by a break in the Morris and Essex Canal. We cannot keep more than half of our charging-force at work for a lack of cartridges. The work of charging is already half done, and we could finish it in two days provided the explosives were delivered fast enough. We have worked very rapidly, and could have done the whole thing in four days if there had been no delay." "How many men have been handling the cartridges?" The Turkish Outrages. If we have said little hitherto about the barbarities of the Turks in their war with Serbia, it has not been because we had little to say. But for a time the only sources of information were the basty letters of newspaper correspondents. The British Ministry persisted in treating these reports as insecure and grossly exaggerated. A suspension of judgment, therefore, appeared to be the only fair course. But now there can be no doubt as to the facts of the case. Official reports of consuls to their governments show that so far from exaggerating the outrages, the correspondents fell far short of doing justice to the horrible reality. There is but one way in which these atrocities can be stopped—a firm protest on the part of the combined Powers of Europe. We cannot but think that England is largely responsible for the perpetration of these outrages. For while the Cabinets of Russia and Germany were entering a protest against the barbarity of the Turkish troops, Mr. Disraeli pooh-poohed the subject and answered at the liberals who criticized the masterly inactivity of the Ministry. This encouraged Turkey. She would never have dared to treat so contemptuously the public opinion of Europe, had not the moral support of Great Britain been given her. The English people are thoroughly aroused to the disgraceful course of Disraeli's Government. The Ministry are aroused in turn, and Lord Derby advises an autumn session of Parliament, to take appropriate action on the matter. Meanwhile the Turkish Government, missing gabbles on papa and there are such it is made to which it is being, and pick out of every method of in the hands making them. The nerves would then act as an occident would be less indulgent habits. Of the nurse, toward mani- holds her charge at the mean, whole-dish woman costs of roast and rice pudder, milk and ses" between and visits at routine which they unfortunate inherit from are ag- bad habits, stimulating society. PRETTY.—fewful and exe- enir earliest used to carry one water for by the girls is oised in this no strengthen the chest booked backs the company's this exercise water on the introduced private fam- supersede dumb-bells, &c. The right to carry do, with hand." Crying water results in the Neapolli-on her head very brim will a drop of heart or knack elastic galt, but well and well—Home and musician says: "children their tiresomeness and such they are here resorted soothing be far bet- preparing warm should be moment down there charging the earth with dynamite. "Everything has gone on satisfactorily until to-day," he said. "Our ammunition has been delayed by a break in the Morris and Essex Canal. We cannot keep more than half of our charging-force at work for a lack of cartridges. The work of charging is already half done, and we could finish it in two days provided the explosives were delivered fast enough. We have worked very rapidly, and could have done the whole thing in four days if there had been no delay." "How many men have been handling the cartridges?" "Sixty." "Is there any faltering among them or signs of fear?" "O, no. They are all old at the business. They understand the nature of the work, and are very careful. Then they are constantly employed, which relieves the strain upon the nerves. It is much more tiresome to stand about and watch the men as they handle the cartridges than it is to do the work. It is very fatiguing to go down into the pit and oversee the work or to watch the men from above." "Do you go down into the pit, General?" "Oh, certainly; I am up and down a dozen times every day." "Don't you consider it a very dangerous work?" "No; I feel easier here than I do in my parlor at home in Brooklyn. Half of the explosives are now packed away in the galleries, where it is cool and damp. They will keep well there." "Supposing one of the charges should explode, what would be the result?" "One or two of the nearest charges might be exploded by concussion. No general explosion could take place until the water was let in. The water filling the galleries is necessary for the success of our final blast. It will complete the requirements for general concussion." "Have you selected a point at which to stand when the blast occurs!" "Yes; we shall stand on the high ground upon the shore about a quarter of a mile from the pit on the eastern side. We wanted to be nearer, but could find no position high enough to overlook the scene." "Won't you step down stairs, gentlemen," said Capt. Murcur, at the mouth of the pit, to three reporters who were there. They thanked him kindly, but begged to be excused. "Oh, pshaw!" said he, starting towards the stairway, "come on." The reporters stared at each other aghast, consulted each other with inquiry glances, swallowed lumps in their throats and silently followed. The World reporter brought up the rear. On a bed of sawdust two or three men were handling cartridges with the tenderness due to newborn babies. The place is dark and damp and the men work with lamps in their hats. They are charging the vertical holes in the roof of the gallery, and work upon elevated platforms. One man has a long stick, which he shoves into a hole to ascertain if the way is clear for a cartridge. If all is right he withdraws the stick, an attendant hands him a cartridge, which in turn he shoves into the hole as far as he can with his hands and the rest of the distance with his stick. Some of the holes are eight feet deep. ing a protest against the barbarity of the Turkish troops, Mr. Disraeli pooh-poohed the subject and sneered at the liberals who criticized the masterly inactivity of the Ministry. This encouraged Turkey. She would never have dared to treat so contemptuously the public opinion of Europe, had not the moral support of Great-Britain been given her. The English people are thoroughly aroused to the disgraceful course of Disraeli's Government. The Ministry are aroused in turn, and Lord Derby advises an autumn session of Parliament, to take appropriate action on the matter. Meanwhile the Turkish Government, not to be outdone, has published a document in which it "explains" the Bulgarian outrages. The Nation gives the following summary of the report: "The European observers, it must be remembered, are unanimous in declaring that about twelve thousand Bulgarian Christians—men, women and children—had been massacred by the Turkish irregulars and regulars, about sixty villages burnt, and a large district laid waste, and that the slaughter was accompanied by shocking atrocities. Far different was the state of things discovered by Edib Effendi. What he reports is that a terrible conspiracy was prepared in the region around Philippopolis for the massacre of all Mussulmans, male and female; that it was happily discovered before the day appointed, and this precipitated the outbreak, the massacres taking place as appointed at Bazardshik and in other localities, of all Mohammedans, of all ages and both sexes, and with the customary torture and mutilation and arson; that a few unhappy Mussulmans took arms for their own defence, but were prevented from using them by the arrival of the troops. There were burnt; he says, in all twenty-eight villages, many of them, he admits, by the troops, owing to the furious obstinacy of the insurgents in defending them, but the attacks were not made until the defenders had been requested to remove the women and children and old men, which, however, they refused to do; but it made no great difference, for the imperial troops took the greatest care of all helpless persons, and especially of children. A few women were hit by random balls, but this was all; and indeed, hardly anybody but Mussulmans were killed." The first effect of this absurd document was to produce a guffaw of laughter over all Europe. Its second effect was exasperating in the extreme. The Turks are like the Bourbans, they never learn anything, and they never forget anything. It is useless to expect progress in them. If Europe waits for them to wage war in a civilized manner, it may wait till doomsday. Foreign intervention is a necessity. Reports of new outrages come every day: We hope that in the future England will be as prompt as she has thus far been dilatory. She has it now in her power to end once for all these atrocities, and redeem her reputation, at present seriously compromised—Examiner and Chronicle. DRAWING THE LONG BOX—The Philadelphia Chronicle says: The most interesting of all Centennial experiences is to go into the Egyptian department and listen to the talented young exhibitor, who is drawing upon his imagination for facts to instruct ing minds. When World reporter brought up the rear. On a bed of sawdust two or three men were handling cartridges with the tenderness due to newborn babies. The place is dark and damp and the men work with lamps in their hats. They are charging the vertical holes in the roof of the gallery, and work upon elevated platforms. One man has a long stick, which he shoves into a hole to ascertain if the way is clear for a cartridge. If all is right he withdraws the stick, an attendant hands him a cartridge, which in turn he shoves into the hole as far as he can with his hands and the rest of the distance with his stick. Some of the holes are eight feet deep, and it takes several cartridges to fill them. "Why don't you wear rubber clothes?" "They would be just as wet," said Capt. Mercur. "They would become heated, and their underclothing saturated with perspiration, and, besides, rubber clothing would impede their movements and fatigue them very quickly." Mr. Boyle, superintendent of the charging, opened a cartridge and showed the reporters its contents, which looked like bootblacking of poor quality. "Taste it," said he, "and I will guarantee that it gives you the headache." The invitation was not complied with. "I tested the explosive qualities of a box of these cartridges at our manufactory the other day," said Mr. Rand, the nitroglycerine maker, who was present. "I had one taken to the top of a building forty feet high and thrown to the ground. The ball was crushed, but no explosion followed." A florist, who owns a glass hot house in Astoria, yesterday called on Gen. Newton with a written protest against the coming explosion. The General told him to take his glass out. The General does not anticipate any danger to window glass, but will advise the people living in the neighborhood to open their windows on the day of the explosion. There is a paper church actually existing near Berlin, Prussia, which can contain nearly one thousand persons. It is circular within, octagonal without. The reliefs outside and statues within the roof, ceiling, the Corinthian capitals, are all papyrus mosaics, rendered water-proof by saturating in vitriol, time-water, whey, and white of eggs. When we think of a palm tree by a thousand voles peeling through a splendid edifice made of old rags, we feel as though we had lost the right to be surprised at any future achievements of science and art. Drawing the Long Bow — The Philadelphia Chronicle says: The most interesting of all Centennial experiences is to go into the Egyptian department and listen to the talented young exhibitor, who is drawing upon his imagination for facts to instruct inquiring minds. When the exhibition first opened, he says he tried to give visitors all the information in his power, but he soon found that the American mind was not satisfied with dry details, and it was necessary to invent a little. They have in this department a huge stuffed crocodile, and also some spoons, vases, etc., made of rhinoceros horn, inlaid with ivory. These spoons are sold for two dollars, and Mr. Fritz is instantly asked what makes them so dear. He explains the cause as follows: In order to catch a rhinoceros, you must first secure a crocodile, the latter is trained to pursue the former in the water; when the rhinoceros sees the crocodile coming he plunges into the water beneath him and thrusts his horn through the crocodile's body. As the crocodile is secured by a rope, the boatmen step on his body, cut off the horn of the rhinoceros, and take their hunter home, where he is nursed up until well enough for the next chase. One of the most serious trials of Mr. Fritz, however, arises from the fact that a multiplicity of visitors come in pursuit ofummies, of which they have none, this being an exhibit of modern, not ancient Egypt. He manages their importunities by leading them to a mirror and telling them, "There is only mummy in the department." Several rather skinny individuals have felt themselves considerably aggrieved by this reference to their personal appearance. During the cool, breezy mornings, when the air seems fresher and the fields are still bespangled with dew diamonds, when all nature seems to invite man to a romp, how pleasant it is, just as the first streaks of daylight steal through the shutters, for the refreshed, reinvigorated sleeper to turn over in bed, and take another nap. A three-year-old boy in West Wardshorn, Vt.; wandered into a field recently, where he met and played with two wild bears. The beauties did him no harm, though they had been killing sheep in the region.