anaheim-gazette 1880-05-22

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE. Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. Hope. Hope's the blossom that is blooming In the desert of our life, All the toilsome paths perfuming In the weary, bitter strife. "Tis the song that cheers us ever When the heart is bruised and sore, Being always—doubting never! Something joyous en before. Like an anchor doth it stay us. When the sea of sorrow rolls, To o'erwhalm us, and betray us On the breakers of the soul. As a bark it bears us over Life's dark ocean's troubled breast. Stand us safely in the cover Of the harbor of the blast! Waverley. L'Etoile Perdit. BY HELEN LUQUER. "The gentleman has fainted, mother. Look!" "Fainted? Who? Where, Willie?" and Mrs. Bennet glanced in eager, vulgar curiosity around the crowded theater. "Why, the gentleman in the opposite private box," returned the young lady. "I have been watching the party ever since they came in; he is so dark and distingue looking and the lady so elegant." "Yes, he seems to have fainted. No, see!" replied Mrs. Bennet, "he is sitting up again. But heavens! how pale he is, and with what a ghastly smile he puts away madam's wet handkerchief and fan." "Who on earth can they be?" queried her daughter. The question was answered by her brother Charley, who Millie declared was a walking encyclopedia of town knowledge. "They are tourists, and stopping for a few days at the Ridge House," said he, "and are from France, Germany, or some other foreign land." "Very definite!" laughed his sister. led from the stage, with her eyes sparkling as diamonds through tears, the well merited applause came. "Just think, Claude, of such a voice being sacrificed to such an audience! Why, it equals—mon Dieu! what is the matter! He has fainted!" The exclamation was uttered simultaneously with one from the box occupied by the Bennetts. Madam gave some directions to her maid, Marie, who sat at the rear of the box with her wrape, and instantly a glass of water was brought. She saturated her handkerchief, sprinkled the pallid face, and very soon her brother revived. "La Petite dame!" he muttered, not as yet himself. "You are ill, Claude. It is bad air; let us retire." He arose with an effort, and gathered strength as the maid wrapped a cloak about his sister. A few minutes later they were in the street, and for the remainder of the evening the Bennetts could make their comments in the face of the empty box. "Bon nuit, sister," said the major, when at the door of Madam's room. Will you not come in, Claude, and have a biscuit and a glass of wine? You are looking very ill indeed." No, Pauline, I only require air, so I will take a walk. Good night." He went out and began pacing the silent streets. His thoughts were busy with the past. He was back again in Paris, with its gardens, palaces, and river Seine. Memory traveled swiftly through the shadows of a dark street near the Louvre, up a winding stair, which ended upon a balcony filled with flowers, opening into a long, low room, gloomy and dingy, but brightened by the presence of a fair young girl. Her father was a violinist at one of the剧aters, and Juliet: the solace of his lonely life. It was she who placed his great arm chair by the fire, with his slippers ready for his return, always remained up, no matter how late the hour, to pour his wine and kiss him good night. And well did Claude Lavaseur remember the time when accident took him to that humble home—the repeated visits subsequently made, and the lingering many hours while Juliet's father was at rehearsal; and how he became teacher and companion to the young girl, until the dark eyes brightened with glad welcome when he came, and grew soft and humid with regret. Juliet grew resy, then recognized the token, and a chair, said, "You may admit him." In a moment Lavaseur before her, holding the little hands, and each speech into the eyes of the other. "Had you forgotten me mignonne?" he said at length. "No, Monsieur Lavaseur forget a friend," she answering courage. "But you can be cry Juliet." "Cruel?" Yes, very cruel. You out even a word of adieu kind? "I was told by my father best for you that our fraternity knew the knowledge of should come to an end." And new will you say me to see you no more loved you so long and To-night love, when I receive excessive joy made me fail send me from you, or write me as your affluenced husband Juliet, I entreat. This is come to an end." Monsieur! Nay, call me Claude in your eyes which bids you so; have you reflected? Not another word, JJ. But as you must know to song, you certainly— Yes, I recognized you but when you are wed will be a lost star in the song." Then I must give you dream, Claude? it was then reconciled me to our secrecy. Yes, give up everything but me. The next moment the entered the room to find the heart of Lavaseur. She is mine!" assures man, triumphantly, relief and giving his hand to me. And there is no fate; replied the old man the greeting. Madame Pauline was cult to reconcile to this things. In the stormy lowed with her brother a traitor to his name and her maid she said see! replied Mrs. Bennet, "he is sitting up again. But heavens! how pale he is, and with what a ghastly smile he puts away madam's wet handkerchief and fan." "Who on earth can they be?" queried her daughter. The question was answered by her brother Charley, who Millie declared was a walking encyclopedia of town knowledge. "They are tourists, and stopping for a few days at the Ridge House," said he, "and are from France, Germany, or some other foreign land." "Very definite!" laughed his sister. But what a face he just turned in this direction! It was positively savage. "He is evidently annoyed by the vulgar curiosity of the people. Everybody is staring at them. Do look in another direction, Millie. See how the cloaks are gaping. The Lord deliver me from a town that apes city ways with country manners." The subject of criticism was Major Lavaseur—the lady with him a widowed sister. This much was known at the hotel where they were stopping for a time in an overgrown country town, boasting of a couple of (rather small) churches and a theater of pretentious dimensions, for the size of the place, and by way of contrast, the pride and exceedingly better patronized of the institutions. Madam Ponsetta had said to her brother, after their early dinner: "How in the world, Claude, are we to manage the long evenings? If we do not find something to kill time it will be the death of us!" "Did I tell you, Pauline, that I had taken a box at the theater?" "Theater!" and Madam widely opened her eyes. "Now I know, Claude, you have designs upon me. Think of being cooped up in a sweltering little hole upon such a night as this!" "Of course it is not as grand as those in Paris, but it is still quite creditable, and boasts an interesting bill for the night—an Italian troupe, or something of the kind—a new prima donna getting accustomed to the stage and the public, it is said, preparatory to a grand debut in the great city. At any rate, it will passer le temps, as you say, ma chere." Accordingly, at the appointed hour they were seated in their box at the theater, the cynosure of all eyes; the elegant attire and brilliant jewels of Madam quite distracting attention from the actors. She sat fanning herself with a well-bred expression of eonui, stared at by the Bennetts from the opposite box, as well as the lesser lights, while her brother, sitting by her side, commented upon the performance for her amusement. "It is a positive affliction, Claude," returned she, with an expression of disgust. "Good heavens! what a voice that fellow has! It is too shallow to be bass and too heavy to be anything else. And then the nasal twang!" "But you will admit his pose being that of Apollo," answered the major, "and what is voice to a shapely pair of limbs?" Madam shrugged her shoulders. But the next instant she leaned forward his lonely life. It was she who placed his great arm chair by the fire, with his slippers ready for his return, always remained up, no matter how late the hour, to pour his wine and kiss him good night. And well did Claude Lavaseur remember the time when accident took him to that humble home—the repeated visits subsequently made, and the lingering many hours while Juliet's father was at rehearsal; and how he became teacher and companion to the young girl, until the dark eyes brightened with glad welcome when he came, and grew soft and humid with regret when he departed, taking ever with him the picture of her rare beauty, until she had entirely filled his heart. Then came the rude awakening from the pleasant dream. One day he found not Juliet, but her father awaiting him. "I have sent my daughter away, Monsieur Lavaseur, that I may speak to you," he said. "She is always sad when you are not here, and no longer like her merry self—she is ever dreaming. Monsieur, have you ever spoken to her of love?" "Never!" exclaimed Lavaseur, indignantly. "Not with lips, Mensieur. Ah, no! that were to blind yourself; but there are a thousand other ways. There are tones of the voice more eloquent than words, and glances of the eye more powerful than mere speech! Lavaseur stood silent and abashed, while the old man continued: "You have won the love of my child from me. She no longer greets me with eager fondness, but flushes and pales when your step sounds upon the stairs, and her heart beats more quickly when she knows you have come. I say to you, Monsieur, that you must not see my child any more, and I pray God she may forget you." "What if I would make her my wife?" said Monsieur. "From her station to thine she could not be transplanted. She would be as a caged bird, and your people would look down on her. No, you are rich and noble—we poor and humble. Adieu, Monsieur. May you be as happy as you have made us miserable. Go your way, I command you." That night sleep never came to Lavaseur. Haunted by the vision of Juliet sorrowing for him he stayed away for a day. Then his resolution was fixed. He could not live without his little French violet. She should be transplanted out of her unattractive home into his own beautiful one, where she would bloom with new fragrance and loveliness. He hastened to the house and up the oft-trodden stairs. She had removed her plants. Was she fearful of the early frosts? The door was fastened, and as he stood there with his hand upon the latch, the little old concierge hobbled out and told him that Monsieur and his daughter had moved away, and it was in vain to question. All he could ascertain was that they had gone, no one knew whither. These things floated through the mind of Lavaseur as he walked the streets that night. He recalled with a shiver the bitterness of his disappointment and his many guests in search of "Yes, give up every ling, but me." The next moment the room entered to find the heart of Lavaseur. "She is mine!" assures man, triumphantly, relief and giving his hand to me. "And there is no fate," replied the old man the greeting. Madame Pauline was cult to reconcile to these things. In the stormy lowed with her brother a traitor to his name and her maid she said, tongue: "Cette fille tire a donne de veut." And surely Juliet has only his fancy but his lost star to the musicala gentle loving wife netts and the rest of them a new sensation,and served them for a seven Josh Billings' P Mankiad lav flick mutch they may pretend but the truth. Every man has his tentimes they are the things he has. Fanaticks are honest but it is better for them else that both ovv their asylum at once. Woman's gay fancy most delishus to her matter ov fakt wom affair. Fare well! iz a sad thare was no sutch wo guage. I prefer an open warm friend. I had man kluss, than to him. Lovers before mar then tite, after marriage fite, and don't frolik. There are menny pe think that gravity iz thie Luv can liv, and gr with an ockashional wheat kakes, on the s I never hav seen couldn't tell just how be done but I have them who couldn't do lives. What a man earns time, he generally sprays way. All extremes meet we git a helty avera Yu kan tell a man's better than ya kan hold hiz tung but eye. One liar kan manu keep a whole village y It is a positive affliction, Claude," returned she, with an expression of disgust. "Good heavens! what a voice that fellow has! It is too shallow to be bass and too heavy to be anything else. And then the nasal twang!" "But you will admit his pose being that of Apollo," answered the major, "and what is voice to a shapely pair of limbs?" Madam shrugged her shoulders. But the next instant she leaned forward with an expression of interest. The young debutante had appeared upon the stage. "It is the prima donna," whispered the major, also becoming interested. At the footlights stood a young creature so delicately beautiful as to seem almost unreal. She was clad in a cloud-like dress of the purest white, revealing the lovely contour of neck and breast, and the supple roundness of arms. The web of bright hair was thrown back from a low, sweet brow, and floated as a golden veil down her back. Her eyes were large, dark, and luminous as stars. "Can such a fragile creature as that sing?" questioned Madam Ponsetta, in a whisper. She glanced at the face of her brother, noticed that he was pale as death, and staring at the cantatrice with a dazed, far-away expression. But before she had time to again address him, there burst upon the stillness such a gush of song that it held the house spell-bound. It was at the outset very soft, though clear as a flute, and had an uncertain quivering, as that of a bird warbling for the first time in its little life. Then it gradually rose to such tones of liquid melody, so full and so tender as to entrance the ear of every listener, and breaking into sudden flights, and soaring from height to height. She stood there, the sweet, beautiful young songstress, forgetting the gaping crowd, lost to all criticism, conscious only of a heaven-born power, with her hands clasped upon her bosom, and singing for the very love of it. Every one sat wrap and breathless. Madam Ponsetta forgot to move her jeweled fan, and the Bennetts neglected their gossip. And when the song had ceased, and the girl had been grance and loveliness. He hastened to the house and up the oft-trodden stairs. She had removed her plants. Was she fearful of the early frosts? The door was fastened, and as he stood there with his hand upon the latch, the little old concierge hobbled out and told him that Monsieur and his daughter had moved away, and it was in vain to question. All he could ascertain was that they had gone, no one knew whither. These things floated through the mind of Lavascur as he walked the streets that night. He recalled with a shiver the bitterness of his disappointment and his many quests in search of the "lost violet" and her father. They had dropped out of his life as a star out of the sky, leaving no trace. Even the orchestra of the theatre at which the father played knew nothing of him. And now when Lavascur had given up all hopes of ever finding her—had obtained partial forgetfulness, she had burst upon him in this strange land, and in the most obscure place, and many were the questions he asked himself. Should he renew the acquaintance? She would call it unwise, and his proud, aristocratic friends turn away in contempt. At length he found himself opposite the theatre. He would at least watch her exit. There were not many carriages in waiting. One from the hotel at which the troupe were stopping was standing at the side entrance. He took a position near, and presently a white-cloaked and hooded figure was handed into the carriage. With a thrill he recognized Juliet, and like a moth to a light, he followed until she was safely housed. "A gentleman wishes to speak with you, Madamoiselle Juliet, but will not send up his card," reported her maid. "How strange! Why did you not refer him to my father? Go and say I see no one at this hour, and he must call another time." As the maid disappeared Juliet went to the glass of the sitting room allotted to her and began to loosen the masses of her hair, as her temples were hot and throbbing from recent exertion. "He still waits," said the maid, returning, "and has sent you this." She laid in the white hand of her mistress a little silver handean with which she had been accustomed to confine her hair, and which she had given playfully to Lavasaur at their home in Paris. Yu kan tell a man's better than yu kan bi hold his tung, but he eye. One liar kan manu keep a whole village p An Old-Fashioned She flourished thirteen ago. She was a little fifteen. She used to wash the dishes and tidy, and she has an apples so nicely that pae the difference between ma's; and she would at ten years of age, stockings before she nothing of knitting t She never said "don't want to," to her asked to leave her stairs or down on a she had not been b way. Obedience was in the old-fashioned She arose in the was called, and went and saw the dew on she lived in the coun chickens and hunter breakfast. We do not suppose in curl papers or ornit it "banged" over her flounces were no She learned to sew work, and we dare say "over and over" se tenths of the grown-a days. The old-fashioned grow into a young la her beaux before she and she did not read was not fancying a boy she met. She learned the meents as she grew up the art of cooking an When she got a hushto cook him a dinner The donations of General Hospital amounted to $25,400 Hunnewell giving $10 We warn all Nihil not shoot at us. Melikoff's plan and ironed.—Phila. Bulli Juliet grew reay, then white, as she recognized the token, and sinking into a chair, said, "You may admit him." In a moment Lavasour was standing before her, holding the little trembling hands, and each speechlessly gazing into the eyes of the other. "Had you forgotten me, ma petite mignonne?" he said at length. No, Monsieur Lavasour, I never forget a friend," she answered, gathering courage. "But you can be cruel to them Juliet." "Cruel?" Yes, very cruel. You left me without even a word of adieu. Was that kind? "I was told by my father that it was best for you that our friendship, that even the knowledge of each other, should come to an end." And new will you say it is best for me to see you no more, when I have loved you so long and so faithfully? To-night love, when I recognized you, excessive joy made me faint. Will you send me from you, or will you accept me as your affluenced husband? Speak, Juliet; I entreat. This suspense must come to an end." Monsieur I! Nay, call me Claude; for I see that in your eyes which bids me hope." Claude, then, if you will have it so; have you reflected? Not another word, Juliet." But as you must know, I am wedded to song, you certainly—" Yes, I recognized your rare talent, but when you are wedded to me you will be a lost star in the firmament of song." Then I must give up my golden dream, Claude? it was that alone which reconciled me to our separation." Yes, give up everything, my darling, but me." The next moment the father of Juliet entered the room to find her clasped to the heart of Lavasour. She is mine!" asserted the gentleman, triumphantly, releasing the girl and giving his hand to her father. And there is no battling against fate," replied the old man, returning the greeting. Malame Panline was the most difficult to reconcile to the new order of things. In the stormy scene that followed with her brother she called him a traitor to his name and birth, and to her maid she said, in her native Possil Remains of a Sea Serpent. The fossil remains of a sea serpent have recently been found in a marl-pit at Malborough, a few miles from Long Branch. It has been examined by Professor Samuel Lockwood, who says, The monster to which these bones belonged had a body of great bulk, the most exposed parts of which were protected by small bony plates or scales. He had two paddles well forward and two behind, the size and solidity of the bones of which indicate extraordinary propelling force. Extending far behind was the tail, stout, long and serpentine, but a little flattish, thus affording great aid in propulsion by a sculling movement. The neck was long, yet thick, and sufficiently powerful to sustain the great head high out of water when engaged in swallowing its prey. And what a wonderful provision of means for securing singular ends was there in that remarkable head! The huge jaw was fenced with terrible teeth, very like, but far more formidable, than those of the crocodile. The long framework of the lower jaw was very singular. It had a sort of elbow-jointing which was very significant. Let the reader extend his arms before him, keeping the insides of his hands together. There will be a small space between the arms and in front of the breast. Now let this space represent the space inside of the lower jaw when the animal is at rest. Let the reader now, still keeping his hands together, push out his elbows, and the space between them, though now shortened, is a great deal wider. So it is with this pythonomorpha. He had to swallow his prey entire, and oftentimes this was a fish of very large size. Now came in the utility of this elbow-jointed jaw, as in this way the animal could enlarge the opening over the gullet, and thus make possible the swallowing of his meal. Still, at best, the act of swallowing was slow, and the retaining of a powerful, struggling prey would be very difficult, hence the upper jaw had an auxiliary contrivance which exactly met the necessities of the case. It was really in functions a small supernumerary jaw, with small, curved and very sharp teeth. This apparatus is really a grapnel. As the great jaws, with their formidable teeth, give a hitch, and thus force the prey a little way down the mouth, to get another hitch the jaws must open wide again, when the prey would fall out. At this A Chivalrous Servant. The Ghegs, who live in Upper Albania, are a picturesque race. They are broad-chested, tall, robust, and independent. Their dress is an embroidered jacket, with open sleeves, double-breasted waistcoat, a white calico kilt, surmounted by an open cloth skirt, and a pair of cloth gaiters. A silver-ornamented leather belt holds their pistols and yataghan. A fez, ornamented with a long tassel, covers his head. Thus arrayed, the Gheg is not an agreeable fellow to meet on the road, when he is short of money. He turns to brigandage to replenish his purse, without a sorule. But if he has once tasted your bread and salt, or you have ever done him a favor, he is no longer to be avoided. He is your polite, humble servant, ready to protect you. So good is the Gheg's reputation for courage and faithfulness, that merchants and consuls prefer him as a servant to men of other races. A rich man, a friend of an English lady who tells the story, had a Gheg for a servant. As the man was tax-collector for a large district, he was often obliged to travel with large sums of money. On one occasion, when in a wild part of the district, the servant walked into the room where his master was seated. Saluting him, he said, "Master, I shall leave you; I have come to say good-by." Why," exclaimed the master," what is to become of me in this outlandish place without you? Oh," answered the servant, "I leave you because I have agreed to attack and rob you. It would be cowardly to do it while eating your bread and salt; so I give you notice that I mean to do it on the highway as you return home. Therefore, take such precaution as you please, so that it may be fair play between us." Again saluting his master,the servant disappeared. He was as good as his word. Joining a band of brigands, he was made their chief. He attacked his former master on the highway. Having been forewarned by his chivalrous servant,the man had provided himself with a strong escort,and the brigands were defeated. During the earliest years of Sara Bernhardt's fame,a gentleman in the audience had one night the exceedingly bad taste to hiss her.She marked him, This Bank Money, This Ban Yes, give up everything, my darling, but me. The next moment the father of Juliet entered the room to find her clasped to the heart of Lavaseur. "She is mine!" asserted the gentleman, triumphantly, releasing the girl and giving his hand to her father. "And there is no battling against fate," replied the old man, returning the greeting. Mamie Panline was the most difficult to reconcile to the new order of things. In the stormy scone that followed with her brother she called him a traitor to his name and birth, and to her maid she said, in her native tongue: "Cette fille lire a donne dans la—Dieu de veut." And surely Juliet had caught not only his fancy but his heart, and the lost star to the musical world proved a gentle, loving wife, while the Bennetts and the rest of the gofips enjoyed a new sensation, and the wedding served them for a seven days' wonder. Josh Billings' Philosophy. Mankiad lav fickshun, however mutch they may pretend to lov nothing but the truth. Every man has his phyllys, and oftentimes they are the most interesting things he has. Fanaticks are honest, so are lunatics, but it is better for them, and everybody else, that both ov them be sent to sum ayylum at once. Woman's gay fancys add a charm, most delishus, to her karakter; a mere matter ov fakt woman, is a stupid affair. Fare well! iz a sad word. I wish thare was no sutch word in enny language. I prefer an open enemy to a luke-warm friend. I had rather watch a man kluss, than to simply suspekt him. Lovers, before marriage frolik, and then fite, after marriage they too often fite, and don't frolik. There are menny people who seem to think that gravity iz the son ov wit. Luv can liv, and grow phatt on air, with an ockashional chance at buckwheat kakes, on the sly. I never have seen a man yet, who couldn't tell just how a thing ought to be done, but I have seen plenty ov them who couldn't do it to save their lives. What a man earns at a shilling a time, he generally spends in the same way. All extremes meet, and in this way we git a helthy average. Yukan tell a man's natur bi hiz eye better than yu kan bi his tung, he kan hold his tung, but he kant hide his eye. One liar kan manufactler lies enuff to keep a whole village peddling them. An Old-Fashioned Girl. She flourished thirty or forty years ago. She was a little girl until she was fifteen. She used to help her mother wash the dishes and keep the kitchen tidy, and she has an ambition to make pies so nicely that papa could not tell the difference between them and mam- and thus make possible the swallowing of his meal. Still, at best, the act of swallowing was slow, and the retaining of a powerful, struggling prey would be very difficult, hence the upper jaw had an auxiliary contrivance which exactly met the necessities of the case. It was really in functions a small supernumerary jaw, with small, curved and very sharp teeth. This apparatus is really a grapnel. As the great jaws, with their formidable teeth, give hitch, and thus force the prey a little way down the mouth, to get another hitch the jaws must open wide again, when the prey would fall out. At this juncture down comes the little grapnel jaw and holds the struggling prey in place, so the movements of the great jaws and the small supernumerary alternate until the prey is safely down the great maw. As to the length of this fearful creature, the bones in our possession are too few for safe conjuncture. I do not think it was less than forty feet, and it might have been sixty. Assurance. The Duke of Argyle, who not long since visited in Canada his son, the Marquis of Lorne, and the Princess Louise, his daughter-in-law and daughter of Queen Victoria, is chief of the great clan Campbell, and can boast of a lineage as ancient and more honorable in character than that of the Guelphs, the ruling family of England. In spite of this fact, the Marquis, it is said, has been made to feel sharply the disparity of rank, by snubs from his royal brothers-in-law, who were opposed to his marriage with the Princess Louise. Apropos to this, a story is told of the visit of one of the royal princes—the Duke of Edinboro' to this country. While in Washington, at a state dinner, some supercilious remark which he made gave offense, by its ill-taste, to the lady who sat at his side, a woman noted for her beauty and wit. Presently the approaching marriage of the Princess Louise was spoken of, and Mrs. S——turning to the Prince, said with the naïete of a child, "I am a member by the mother's side, of the clan Campbell, and so is Senator H——"; glancing at a gentleman on the other side of the table; adding gravelly." Oh, your Highness can assure her Majesty that so far as the American branch is concerned, her daughter is marrying into a very suitable family." The Prince fairly gasped for breath utterly at a loss for a reply; and a covert smile of amusement passed round the table, while Mrs. S——calmly went on with her dinner. A similar story of American "bounoe" is told in relation to the Russian Grand Duke Alexis. While passing through the streets of New York, which were gaily decorated in his honor, he looked inquiringly at a magnificent building draped with a peculiar flag. "I do not recognize the colors," he said. "Is that the embassy of a foreign power?" "It represents a power stronger in this country than that of any king or czar in his dominions," said his companion. "It is the office of a daily and thus make possible the swallowing of his meal. Still, at best, the act of swallowing was slow, and the retaining of a powerful, struggling prey would be very difficult, hence the upper jaw had an auxiliary contrivance which exactly met the necessities of the case. It was really in functions a small supernumerary alternate until the prey is safely down the great maw. As to the length of this fearful creature, the bones in our possession are too few for safe conjuncture. I do not think it was less than forty feet, and it might have been sixty. During the earliest years of Sara Bernhardt's fame, a gentleman in the audience had one night the exceedingly bad taste to hiss her. She marked him found out his address, called at his house,and had an interview with him.She told him it was always her endeavor or conscientiously to do her duty as a histrionic artist,and to please the public; that she regretted anything like failure in that duty,and that she would feel greatly obliged if he would point out her defects,iis order that she might correct them. This spirited conduct won for her another passionate admirer.Another day she read in a certain Parisian paper the statement that her hair was false and that her teeth were far too good to be genuine.Next daythe dramatic critico was amazed to behold a lady flash into his room and let down her hair in his presence.“Pull it!"she exclaimed,sas she placed a luxuriant tree in one of his hands.“Is this real hair or not?"“Certainly,certainly,"stammered the man.Catching bold of his other hand she opened her month—but happily not to bite—and made him finger her teeth.“Are these false?' shrieked the lady.“No;they are the most beautiful real teeth I ever beheld in my life,"declared the terrified victimwho would have willingly sworn that black was white if it would have given his visitor the least satisfaction."I am Sara Bernhardt,"proclaimedthe lady with as much serenity as she could possibly put into her voice,and she wretched critic made up his mind for the worst.He,too,has since become one of her most devoted vassals though,iindeed.I do not know how any man would dare to be anything else.If any such foolhardy wight exists in Paris he may be sure that sooner or later,Sara will "go for him." Congressional Discussion. Mr. Speaker—The gentleman is a deep dyed liar—What is the reason? Sir,i am personally responsible—Mr. Speaker,i rise to a question of privilege—The committee on the revision of the laws—Sir,mr. Speaker，am I to be denounced in this house as—The gentleman misunderstood me.In calling him a liar.I meant nothing personal.I say he is a scoundrel.Mr. Speaker,i accept the gentleman's apology.I had heretofore considered him more foola thana knave.I am pleased to learn that he is equally both.I am personally responsible for—Allow me,mr. Speaker,tow call attention to a piece of shameless iniquity in this billwhich is already fully known tothe thieves and vampires who have charge of it. There is.in the first sec- An Old-Fashioned Girl. She flourished thirty or forty years ago. She was a little girl until she was fifteen. She used to help her mother wash the dishes and keep the kitchen tidy, and she has an ambition to make pies so nicely that papa could not tell the difference between them and mamma's; and she would fry griddle cakes at ten years of age, and darn her own stockings before she was twelve, to say nothing of knitting them herself. She never said "I can't," and "I don't want to," to her mother, when asked to leave her play and run upstairs or down on an errand, because she had not been brought up in that way. Obedience was a cardinal virtue in the old-fashioned girl. She arose in the morning when she was called, and went out into the garden and saw the dew on the grass; and if she lived in the country, she fed the chickens and hunted up the eggs for breakfast. We do not suppose she had her hair in curl papers or crimping-pins, or had it "banged" over her forehead, and her flounces were no trouble to her. She learned to sew by making patchwork, and we dare say she could do an "over and over" seam as well as nineteenth of the grown-up women do now-a-days. The old-fashioned little girl did not grow into a young lady and talk about her beaux before she was in her teens, and she did not read dime novels, and was not fancying a hero in every plew-boy she met. She learned the solid accomplishments as she grew up. She was taught the art of cooking and house-keeping. When she got a husband she knew how to cook him a dinner. The donations of the Massachusetts General Hospital for the past year amounted to $25,419.75, Mr. H. H. Hunnewell giving $10,000. We warn all Nihilists that they need not shoot at us. We have adopted Melikoff's plan and had all our shirts ironed.—Philo. Bulletin A similar story of American "bounce" is told in relation to the Russian Grand Duke Alexis. While passing through the streets of New York, which were gaily decorated in his honor, he looked inquiringly at a magnificent building draped with a peculiar flag. "I do not recognize the colors," he said. "Is that the embassy of a foreign power?" "It represents a power stronger in this country than that of any king or czar in his dominions," said his companion. "It is the office of a daily newspaper." Americans were long noted in Europe for their exaggerated habit of boasting, but they are fast learning more self-respect and better manners. Just as an individual or nation really deserves respect, are they less likely to arrogantly assert their claims to it.—Youths' Companion. Couldn't Believe It.—Some "civilized" people refuse to believe anything they cannot understand. But the Zulu savages seem to be eminent in that kind of sovereign incredulity: An English officer in Zululand told Dr. Bussel how the missionary at King Lobengula's town fared with his congregation. They crowded the church at the time of service, and listened, with their pipes in their mouths, to the clergyman till he read some passage which they did not accept, and then they called out in Matabele, "Heme! That is a lie. We do not believe it." Once the missionary went to King Lobengula and said he desired to leave to visit one of the Southern towns, as he was in want of new teeth. The king said, gravely, "You have told me many falsehoods, and I have borne with you up to this. But now you exhaust my good nature. How dare you at your time of life pretend you want new teeth? Go away with you!" The best toast of the season was given by a printer, viz: "Women—the fairest work in creation. The edition is large, and no man should be without a copy." The Wheeling Leader says that it does not believe in "false and mercenary puffing." Who does—theoretically? Sir, Mr. Speaker, am I to be denounced in this house as—— The gentleman misunderstood me. In calling him a liar, I meant nothing personal. I say he is a scoundrel. Mr. Speaker, I accept the gentleman's apology. I had heretofore considered him more fool a than a knave. I am pleased to learn that he is equally both. I am personally responsible for—— Allow me, Mr. Speaker, to call attention to a piece of shameless iniquity in this bill, which is already fully known to the thieves and vampires who have charge of it. There is, in the first section—— I would like to pair off—— At this critical juncture the sergeant-at-arms announced that two women and three babies were waiting to see two of the members, and after agreeing that the evening session should be for debate on finance only, the house adjourned.—Hawkeye. An Idea About Flour.—In many parts of Southern Europe, flour is made from chestnuts. In some places wheat flour and corn-meal are entirely superseded by the chestnut flour, which is very nourishing and much cheaper as an article of food. After a careful study of the subject, some of our wise men have decided that this variety of chestnut can be grafted on the native American species, and thus be made a source of wealth and profit to this country, especially in certain mountainous districts, where it is almost impossible to raise cereals, owing to the nature of the soil and the steepness of the mountain-sides, and where transportation is so difficult, and labor so high and scarce. The chestnut flourishes in a light, fertile, deep soil, but thrives on the sides of mountains facing the south and west. The flour can be preserved for two years. It is used in the same way as wheat flour, though less nutritious, is much cheaper and at the same time is exceedingly agreeable to the taste. Judging by their healthy appearance, the inhabitants of the regions where it is produced thrive upon it. 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