anaheim-gazette 1880-09-18

ANAHEIM GAZETTE RICHARD MELROSE. - Editor and Propristor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. Brutus Receiving Cassius. Brutus—Since I have been whitted against Owens I have not slept a wink, so help me! Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim Is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream; The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom suffers The nature of an insurrection. Abj then 'tis we find our consolation In a little gin and sugar. Enter Lucius: Lucius—Sir, 'tis Cassius at the door, Brutus—Sure 'tis not the man after the water rent? Lucius—'Tis Cassius, my lord. Brutus—Sure 'tis not the butcher? That base-born who stands in the market And sells liver? Lucius—I'm sure 'tis Cassius. Brutus—Swear 'tis not the butcher. Lucuis—Swear 'tis Cassius. Brutus—Comes he alone? Lucius—Ne, there are more with him. They have their faces buried in their cloaks That by no means may I discover them By any mark or favor. Brutus—Let them enter! They are the faction! Oh, conspiracy, Sham's thou to show thy dangerous head by night When evils are most free—when the State Central Committee hies from house to house Fixing voters against election day! Ob, then, by day where wilt thou find A cavern dark enough to mask Thy monstrous visage? Soek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability Like a map peddler! —Petroleum World. The North Carolina Cherokees. Our friends found "the Nation" hidden in isolated huts in the thickets among the ravines of the Soco and Ownolufta hills. These Cherokees number about fifteen hundred souls, and were said to have ten thousand acres under cultivation. But there was no sign of a village, nor school, no gathering place of any kind: the Terrible Experience. While in the harbor of Valparaiso, aboard the slow-of-war Virage, one of our midshipmen touched me on the shoulder and informed me that Lieutenant Bardolph wanted to see me. "I have heard that you was something of a naturalist, Starbuck," said the officer, smiling. "No, sir," I replied; "no naturalist, although I take interest in—" "Oh, well, never mind," quoth the lieutenant. "You have seen our diving-bell?" I answered "Yes," when the lieutenant informed me that he wanted me to go down under the sea with our boat-swain, Randolph, formerly a pearl diver, to look for a curious fish which, on the day previous, had been pierced and killed with a pike. In form, the fish resembled a serpent, was about thirty inches in length, and had upon both sides of its neck a pair of singular appendages, something like wings. Its most striking peculiarity, however, was one eye, of a greenish color, situated on the top of its head. On being struck with the pike the creature had rolled over, apparently dying, and then dove out of sight. "I think," continued the lieutenant, "that such a curiosity is worth obtaining, and I have picked you out to go with Randolph, believing that you are interested in natural history. Besides, I will pay you a guinea if you will go." My mouth watered; bottles of aquariaente, and the black eyes of pretty Chilian damselflies, danced before my mind. I bowed acquiescence, and went away to make preparations. The diving-bell soon was on deck, ready to be hoisted and swung over the side. The instrument was a little damaged, but neither Randolph nor I anticipated danger. We were presently in our places, singing out." All right!" when the bell began to descend. Down, down, down—lower. We glanced round us on all sides, but as yet saw nothing of the strange fish. Curious-looking specimens of the finny tribe, however, greeted us in many directions. We could see the sword-fish dart past with its long, protruding bone weapon; the globe-fish, the balloon-fish, and the spiteful-looking shark, swept through the green waters, almost brushing our bell with tails and fins. "How singular!" I ejaculated. "Like a vision of the delirium tremens, as I have heard that disease described." "Don't talk of the delirium tremen- attached to the end to us from the Virgo." Starbuck!" grunt. "I will dash open my glass—in the top o' stand by to hook it. I just managed and they strengthened hope, although I dered that I could swaying hook. Twas before my eyes ful blow of his hull the remains of his shivered the lans. There was a great thunder; it was tha'the water into the caped. There was no time my arm through thine in the hook, quick top of the inside o' The next moment bubbling over thine swain and myself I remembered off of the bell. When I recover myself in the steer doctor bending over "A narrow escapes." Where is RanHare," answer rising, I beheld bunk under me. He had a narrow had," said the dee'd of the right hand shark, which made as we pulled you after the diving-be surface." The shark, I da same one I had seethe bell while un- "You may both for your safety," orand by the way,g putting a gold pieg giving another to tthe lieutenant chanon your recovery. Both Randolphguinea a hard-carse had not succeeded derful fish. New York W It had been arranging tournament girls at the Batter yesterday, but on pleasant weather until The North Carolina Cherokees. Our friends found "the Nation" hidden in isolated huts in the thickets among the ravines of the Soo and Ownolufta hills. These Cherokees number about fifteen hundred souls, and were said to have ten thousand acres under cultivation. But there was no sign of a village, nor school, no gathering place of any kind; the grass was knee-deep before the door of the little church which they had built years ago. Not far from it is the grave of six hundred warriors buried centuries ago. They still bury their dead under great heaps of stones. The universal lethargy of these drowsing mountains has probably fallen too heavily on these savages for them to be civilized; yet, oddly enough, they are only mountaineers who want to be wakened out of their sleep. They crowded out of every hut about the mules of the travelers, begging, not for money, but for teachers. These strangers were the "North" to them, and the North to the Indians, as to the blacks of the South, is a great magician, who can give money, life—what it will. "My people," said Enola, the preacher, "have lived in these hills since before the white men came to the country, and have asked for nothing but schools; but they have never got them." The tribe are wretchedly poor; swindlers found the red man as easy a prey in North Carolina as in the West, and it is only since 1875 that they have obtained possession of the land on which they have lived for more than five hundred years. Crossing one of the heights, the doctor came upon old Osowoha, the conjurer, lying flat on his stomach. He had marked out lines on the muddy ground, and was driving in bits of ash roots here and there. He did not look up as they halted. "There he has all the countries of the world," said the interpreter, a nimble young Indian lad. "Where he drives in a peg, it rains; where he takes it out, the sun shines." Mr. Morley laughed. "Who would expect to find humbuggery on the top of these mountains?" he said, throwing a quarter to the wizard. The old man's reddish eye glared vindictively at him a moment, then he turned back to his pegs; but he did not look at the money. "Now he will send you a storm," said the interpreter. "Nonsense. This drought is going to last for a week." But before they had reached the bottom of the next chasm the clouds did actually gather, and a heavy rain began to fall. The shadows of the mountains lay like night over the valley, and the steep clayey trail became so slippery that even the sure-footed mules sled and staggered on the edge of the precipice.—REBECCA HARDING DAVIS, in Harper's Magazine. Down, down, down—lower and lower. We glanced us on all sides, but as yet saw nothing of the strange fish. Curious-looking specimens of the finny tribe, however, greeted us in many directions. We could see the swordfish dart past with its long, protruding, bone weapon; the globe-fish, the balloon-fish, and the spiteful-looking shark, swept through the green waters, almost brushing our bell with tails and fins. "How singular!" I ejaculated. "Like a vision of the delirium tremens, as I have heard that disease described." "Don't talk of the delirium tremendous, here!" growled Randolph, with a dissatisfied air. "Grog is too scarce, do you see, for that. Tauts is tants everywhere, but blow me if they don't somehow seem to have dwindled mighty small about Virago." Now we hung suspended in mid-sea. The air had become somewhat impure, so we opened the stop-cock and let it out, feeling, a moment after, a fresh supply, sent down to us through the India-rubber "pipe" or hose secured into the top of the bell. Randolph was about touching the signal-cord to intimate our desire to be lowered still further, when we felt a sudden jerk, felt the bell going down faster than we had anticipated, and to our horror, realized that the rope by which the instrument was suspended had parted from the hook to which it was attached. Away went the "pipe" at the same moment, and we only saved ourselves from instant destruction by stopping up the aperture thus left in the top with a thick handkerchief. Otherwise, the water beneath no longer meeting the resistance of the air, that element escaping must have filled the bell in a brief space. We heard the water roaring and gurgling round us as we descended; our descent, however, became each instant slower, until finally the resistance of the confined air in the bell kept us suspended about two feet above the bottom of the sea. The air of our floating prison had by this time become almost unbearable, not only from its being so densely compressed, but also from long confinement. Terror-stricken we glanced at each other. The eyes of Randolph, protruding from his head, looked blood-shot and tinged with a strange green color, while his dusky skin seemed to shrink like shriveled parchment. The most startling change in his appearance was the sudden apparently superannuated look of his visage. A man of fifty, he seemed at least thirty years older. Presently his teeth began to rattle in his head, his form was bent almost double, he threw his arms round him in agony as if clutching at something. How horribly useless this pantomime seemed to me! He wanted fresh air—to clutch at air! What a mockery! "Starbuck," he presently gasped. "I—I wouldn't know you. You look to be fifty! You and I are a-dying. God have mercy on us! What shall we do? I could only stare at him, stupid with despair. The air in the bell became more and more stifling. The boatswain flew to my side, and squeezed me in mad begin to descend. Down, down—lower and lower. We glanced us on all sides, but as yet saw nothing of the strange fish. Curious-looking specimens of the finny tribe, however, greeted us in many directions. We could see the swordfish dart past with its long, protruding, bone weapon; the globe-fish, the balloon-fish,and the spiteful-looking shark,swept through the green waters, almost brushing our bell with tails and fins. "How singular!" I ejaculated. "Like a vision of the delirium tremens, as I have heard that disease described." "Don't talk of the delirium tremendous, here!" growled Randolph, with a dissatisfied air. "Grog is too scarce, do you see, for that. Tauts is tants everywhere, but blow me if they don't somehow seem to have dwindled mighty small about Virago." Now we hung suspended in mid-sea. The air had become somewhat impure, so we opened the stop-cock and let it out, feeling, a moment after, a fresh supply, sent down to us through the India-rubber "pipe" or hose secured into the top of the bell. Randolph was about touching the signal-cord to intimate our desire to be lowered still further, when we felt a sudden jerk, felt the bell going down faster than we had anticipated, and to our horror, realized that the rope by which the instrument was suspended had parted from the hook to which it was attached. Away went the "pipe" at the same moment, and we only saved ourselves from instant destruction by stopping up the aperture thus left in the top with a thick handkerchief. Otherwise, the water beneath no longer meeting the resistance of the air that element escaping must have filled the bell in a brief space. We heard the water roaring and gurgling round us as we descended; our descent, however, became each instant slower until finally the resistance of the confined air in the bell kept us suspended about two feet above the bottom of the sea. The air of our floating prison had by this time become almost unbearable, not only from its being so densely compressed, but also from long confinement. Terror-stricken we glanced at each other. The eyes of Randolph, protruding from his head，looked blood-shot and tinged with a strange green color，while his dusky skin seemed to shrink like shriveled parchment.The most startling change in his appearance was the sudden apparently superannuated look of his visage.A man of fifty,here seemed at least thirty years older. Presently his teeth began to rattle in his head,his form was bent almost double,他 threw his arms round him in agony as if clutching at something. How horribly useless this pantomime seemed to me! He wanted fresh air—to clutch at air! What a mockery! "Starbuck," he presently gasped. "I—I wouldn't know you. You look to be fifty! You and I are a-dying.God have mercy on us! What shall we do? I could only stare at him，stupid with despair. The air in the bell became more and more stifling.The boatswain flew to my side,and squeezed me in mad begin to descend. Down,down—lower and lower. 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TheFirst ThefirstChinesethissectionvisitcamefromtheunmistakablecellpigtailandall,btothestickcarriokenfittedthetransferdeavoringtoru Now he will send you a storm," said the interpreter. "Nonsense. This drought is going to last for a week." But before they had reached the bottom of the next chasm the clouds did actually gather, and a heavy rain began to fall. The shadows of the mountains lay like night over the valley, and the steep clayey trail became so slippery that even the sure-footed mules slid and staggered on the edge of the precipice.—REBECCA HARDING DAVIS, in Harper's Magazine. The execution of Pietro Balbo for the murder of his wife last October took place on Friday, August 6th. Balbo was a young Italian but twenty-three years old, who was employed as one of the laborers on the Brooklyn Bridge. The crime for which he was executed was not only fully proved, but confessed by himself, his defense being that his wife was unfaithful. Great efforts were made by his counsel, Catholic priests, and noted Italians to have his sentence mitigated, but the Governor justly declined to interfere with the execution of the law. A great demonstration was attempted at the funeral, which took place on the following day. The various Italian societies collected, thousands of the lower class of Italians filled the streets, and the intended parade was only prevented by the civil authorities. Deprived of their music and their mourning flags, the immense crowd followed the long train of carriages to the burial place, where the usual Catholic service for the dead was performed.—Harper's Basar. In this scientific age, when everything is analyzed, and automated, and tabulated, there is a tendency to talk of knowledge as a power to which all things are subject. But the maxim that knowledge is power is true only where knowledge is the main thing wanted. There are higher things than knowledge in the world—there are living energies; and in the moral world, certainly, it is not knowledge, but aspiration, that is the moving power, and the wing of aspiration is prayer. Where aspiration is wanting, the soul crape; it cannot fly; it at best a saged bird, curiously busy in counting and classifying the bars of its own confinement.—BLACKIE. attached to the end of a rope, lowered to us from the Vinge, so far above! "Starback!" gaped the bostewain, "I will dusk open the lens—this was of glass—in the top of the bell; then you stand by to hook it on the inside!" I just managed to hear the words, and they strengthened me with wild hope, although I was still so bewildered that I could scarcely now see the swaying hook. The bostewain's arm was before my eyes. With one powerful blow of his huge fist, dealt with the remains of his great strength, he shivered the lens. There was a great roaring sound like thunder; it was the upward rushing of the water into the ball as the air escaped. There was no time to lose. I thrust my arm through the aperture and drew in the hook, quickly attaching it to the top of the inside of the instrument. The next moment the water came bubbling over the head of the bostewain and myself and that was the last I remembered of what transpired in the bell. When I recovered my senses I found myself in the steerage, with the ship's doctor bending over me. "A narrow escape," were his first words. "Where is Randolph?" I exclaimed. "Here," answered a feeble voice, and rising, I behold the boatswain in a bunk under me. "He had a narrower escape than you had," said the doctor. "The thumb of the right hand was bitten off by a shark, which made a spring for it just as we pulled you two into the cutter, after the diving-bell was hauled to the surface." The shark, I doubted not, was the same one I had seen on the outside of the bell while under water. "You may both feel very thankful for your safety," continued the doctor; "and, by the way, here is your guinea," putting a gold piece into my hand, and giving another to the boatswain, "which the lieutenant charged me to give you on your recovery." Both Randolph and I thought the guinea a hard-earned one, although we had not succeeded in finding the wonderful fish. New York Women Swimmers. It had been arranged to have a swimming tournament for women and young girls at the Battery free swimming bath yesterday, but on account of the unpleasant weather the event was postponed until tomorrow. The tournies in the Hall Room. "Well, say," said one of our best young men at a North Hill hop the other evening, "you know how this fellah Hancock? Well my, he ain't same one that's president of insurance company, is he? Writes awfully course hand, you know?" "Naw," replied the best young man addressed, "he's man that signed Constitution of United States; grant politician, I reckon. Had a row with General Washington at battle of Monmouth." "Haw, no," interposed a third best man, 'taint that fellak. Gad, he's dead, man; 'pon my soul he is." "Well, say?" exclaimed the first best young man, "when'd he die?' "Can't say,'m sure," replied the third best young man, who appeared to be a young man of broad information on general topics, "but I know he's dead. This Hancock's a military man; colonel in the army, and governor of some island near New York." The other best young man gathered around him with a common expression of the liveliest interest. Finally one of them asked: "Well, say? What's he want to run for President for, if he's governor of an island?" "Don't know," said the well-informed best young man, "but guess he has to. B'lieve after a fellah's been governor of an island for 'bout so long as he has to retire, an' if he can't get to be President he has to—hasn't got nothing to do, you know. I don't know just how it is." "Well, say, who's this preacher fellow, Garfield, that's runnin' the democrats for President?" asked the first best young man, after an intelligent pause. "Don't know much 'bout him," said the well informed young man; "he's been President once, I know." "Talkin' man or dancin' man?" asked the third best young man. "Ohio man, I b'liieve they call him," said the well-informed best young man. "What's that?" asked the other best young men, in intelligent chorus. "'Pon my soul, I don't know,' replied the well-informed best young man, frankly. "Some kind of a—er, ah—or—kind of a man—I don' know, 'm sure." And just then the band struck up and the three best waltzers in the room ceased talking politics and abandoned the profound study of statecraft to join Our Egyptian Obelisk. As quickly as the best engineering skill of the country can accomplish it, there will be placed in position as an addition to the Egyptian antiquities in our Central Park, a remarkable gift and proof of good will from the Old World to the New. The history of this treasure extends to the Christian Era. The history of its coming here began only in 1877. Many Americans whom we have not space to mention here have interested themselves in it. We owe the gift to the good will for America and love of learning and progress of the late eagacious Khadive of Egypt, Ismail Pasha, and his equally sagacious and friendly son and successor, Temfik Panha. We owe its safe arrival here to the intelligent zeal, wisdom and engineering genius of Lieutenant-Commander, Henry H. Gorringe, of the United States Navy, who sailed on his difficult mission, from this port, August 26, 1879, and returned to port July 19, with the treasure safe in the hold of the Deszouk, an iron steamship bought in Egypt for the purpose of the transportation. The expense of the removal of the monolith from Egypt to America is understood to be borne by William H. Vanderbilt. This gift of the Khadives to New York, through the American government, is one of the two needles of Cleopatra that stood for centuries on the shores of the Levant, near the city of Alexandria, and that for centuries before guarded the doors of the Temple of the Setting Sun at Heliopolis. Its mate, which had fallen from its pedestal in Alexandria, was granted to England in 1819, but only received there in 1878, through the efforts and personal sacrifices of Professor Erasmus Wilson. The present obelisk, according to the Greek and Latin inscriptions on its base, was built by Engineer Poncia, at the order of Barbarus, Prefect of Egypt, in the eighth year of Augustus Caesar's reign, or twenty-two years before the beginning of the Christian Era. It was erroneously believed to have been removed from Heliopolis to Alexandria, in the time of Cleopatra, and hence it was called "Cleopatra's Needle." The monolith itself is sixty-nine feet long, seven feet eight inches square at the base and five feet square at the top. Its massive foundation stones, all of which have been brought, will give it considerably greater height when in position, than the length of the needle itself. The remarkable emblems found en... New York Women Swimmers. It had been arranged to have a swimming tournament for women and young girls at the Battery free swimming bath yesterday, but on account of the unpleasant weather the event was postponed until to-morrow. The tournament will take place at two in the afternoon, and it is expected that twenty-four females will participate. The twenty-four will be divided into four classes of six members each. Competent judges will be appointed and prizes will be awarded to the best swimmers. The tests will comprise diving, swimming under water, floating, and all the variety of fancy exercises. The Battery bath is in charge of Mr. John Kirohner, chief keeper, who is assisted by Miss Emma Fernandez and Miss Maria Harney in the female department, and Messrs. Michael Hogan and Owen Ward in the male department. There was considerable disappointment among the swimmers and visitors on account of the postponement of the tournament, but a number of women and young girls gave a voluntary exhibition for the entertainment of visitors. Several of the swimmers performed wonderful feats. One young girl swam about forty feet horizontally under the water. Another swam upon one side, and a third shot through the water like a fish, using only her feet, without moving her arms. It is safe to say that had these females been on board the Seawanhaka when the steamer was burned a few weeks ago, none of them would have been drowned. Although the free swimming bath at the Battery is frequented by hundreds of persons, the very best order is maintained by the keeper and his efficient assistants. So strict is the discipline that any lady can go there without fear of annoyance. The bath at the Battery is one of a system of eight similar institutions of which Superintendent McCartney and Assistant Superintendent Monahaus now have the general charge. The object of the tournament to be given to morrow to the public is the wonderful proficiency in swimming attained by females. The free baths are indeed useful institutions. They are not only a luxury, but a necessity. Thousands of people, old and young, male and female, gladly take advantage of the facilities which the baths afford, and the institutions are none the less valuable because they are free to all. New York Star. The First Chinese Tramp. The first Chinese tramp ever seen in this section visited Utica to-day. He came from the West. There was an ammistakable celestial air about him, pigtail and all, but the pack fastened to the stick carried on his shoulder be tokened the trump. When the heathen first attracted the attention he was endeavoring to run the blockade at the "Talkin' man or dancin' man?" asked the third best young man. "Ohio man, I b'lieve they call him," said the well-informed best young man. "What's that?" asked the other best young men, in intelligent chorus. "Pon my soul, I don't know," replied the well-informed best young man, frankly. "Some kind of a—er, ah—er—kind of a man—I don' know, 'm sure." And just then the band struck up and the three best waltzers in the room ceased talking politics and abandoned the profound study of statecraft to join the giddy mazes of the dance. The glory of the land of freedom and the pride of society is its young men. Hawkeye. The Bees. The Paris correspondent of a Swiss paper says the expulsion of the Jesuits is about to be followed by the expulsion of a far more busy community. The Prefect of Police has declared war against the bees of Paris. A complaint lodged against these proverbial patterns of industry brought the fact to light that there is one in "the capital of civilization" who owns no less than 1,000 beehives, and, as each hive is said to contain about 4,000 inhabitants, their owner is the sovereign of 40,000,000 of subjects, who rob and torment their human neighbors to an appalling degree. These winged brigands sally forth to prey upon the sugar-boiling works with which the neighborhood is studded, and which have proved to be a most profitable substitute for honey giving-flowers. The owner of one of these sugar factories, who stands first in the list of complainers, calculates that the bees steal from him at the very least 25,000 francs worth of sugar one year with another. He has tried some experiments with the marauders which tend to show their powers of depredation. He relates, among other things, that a large glass filled with syrup and placed in the open air was completely cleaned out within the short space of two hours. The workmen at these establishments look with even more unfriendly eyes upon the winged freebooters, as they suffer in person from their greediness. When the workman leaves the factory he is often covered with a sticky layer of sugar, and the watchful bees immediately pounce upon him and turn him into a field of pasture. In short, so many misdeeds are charged upon these busy and useful insects that it is not improbable the head of the police will issue an order for their banishment from Paris. Ladies Betting on the Races. One lady, however, made a lucky hit yesterday. She laid a wager with a gentleman friend, of a new suit of clothes for him, against a pair of diamond ear-rings for herself. The lady won the wager. Being a prudent and expedited woman, she went that very day to a first-class jeweler's in Saratoga, selected a pair of solitaire ear-drops worth $2,000, and sent the bill to the gentleman who lost this bet. Like a true knight of chivalry, he paid the feet of Egypt, in the eighth year of Augustus Caesar's reign, or twenty-two years before the beginning of the Christian Era. It was erroneously believed to have been removed from Heliopolis to Alexandria, in the time of Cleopatra, and hence it was called "Cleopatra's Needle." The monolith itself is sixty-nine feet long, seven feet eight inches square at the base and five feet square at the top. Its massive foundation stones, all of which have been brought, will give it a considerably greater height when in position than the length of the needle itself. The remarkable emblems found engraved upon the stones forming its base have excited the interest of Masons throughout the world. The site for its location, which has been selected, is in Central Park, in the neighborhood of Fifth Avenue and the new Metropolitan Museum of Art building, where is already a rich store of Egyptian antiquities. The work of getting it into place is already in progress; but it is a work which cannot be hurried, and it will not be surprising if weeks stretch into months before it is completed. When that time comes we have an enduring archaologic ornament of which we may well be proud, a perpetual lesson in granite and a link between the new civilization and the New World, and the Old World and all the civilizations of the past. The General," is a house of one room. But this room is a model—forty by twenty-eight feet, of spacious proportions, polished floor, articles of bric-a-brac at every turn. "You will find that my niece is very successful in the cultivation of the ivy," says the host as his guests enter the room. And, indeed, the ivy is the first thing that attracts one's attention, and he is a 'cute one that is not 'taken in' at the first glance. Starting from a vase on the floor, the ivy—a piece of fresco work—runs up the ceiling and across the corners of the window frame, where leaves molded of papier mache are introduced and so joined to the painting as to heighten the perspective and add to deception. So delicate is the work that at a few feet distance one can hardly believe the vine is not real. Much of this and other decorative work in the cottage is the art of the General's daughter, Blanche, now Mrs. Ames, wife of the ex-Senator. TUNNELING THE ENGLISH CHANNEL. The works which are going on at Abbett's Cliff Tunnell, between Folkestone and Dover, on the Southeastern Railway, in connection with testing for geological formations of the locality, with a view to the formation of a tunnel between The First Chinese Tramp. The first Chinese tramp ever seen in this section visited Utica to-day. He came from the West. There was an unmistakable celestial air about him, pigtail and all, but the pack fastened to the stick carried on his shoulder be-tokened the trump. When the heathen first attracted the attention he was endeavoring to run the blockade at the depot gate. He had no ticket, and Mr. Moyer declined to admit him to the depot yard enclosure. "Where is your ticket?" asked the gatakeeper. "No foolee Chinee." But you can't pass through unless you have a ticket." No foolee Chinee." Officer Evans was summoned, to prevent the celestial from breaking the barricade at the gate. "Where do you want to go?" asked the officer. No foolee Chinee." William Dunn came to the resene. When he asked the almond-eyed man whether he had any money, the reply was: "No foolee Chinee." The officials experienced considerable trouble with him, and as a train bound East was standing in the yard, Mr. Vanderheyden bought a ticket to Frankfort and tendered it to the Mongolian. He declined to receive it, shaking his head and chuckling: "No foolee Chinee." Appearance indicated that the foreigner had paddled on foot over the railroad ties from some far western city, and after consultation with Superintendent Priest, the Mongolian was permitted to resume his pedestrianism on the line of the Central. He seated through the depot gate in triumph, struck a bee-line East, and made off like a carrier-pigeon, simply remarking: "No foolee Chinee!" And they didn't—Utica Observer. When things got to the worst they generally take a turn for the better. This proverb applies more particularly to a lady's silk dress—when she cannot get a new one. Ladies Betting on the Races. One lady, however, made a lucky hit yesterday. She laid a wager with a gentleman friend, of a new suit of clothes for him, against a pair of diamond ear-rings for herself. The lady won the wager. Being a prudent and expeditious woman, she went that very day to a first-class jeweler's in Saratoga, selected a pair of solitaire ear-drops worth $2,000, and sent the bill to the gentleman who lost this bet. Like a true knight of chivalry, he paid the bill, and the ear-drops glitter beautifully in the lady's pretty ears, under the electric light of the Grand Union, while she tells the story of how easily she won them. With young ladies, boxes of twelve-button gloves, bon-bons, a bric-a-brac against boxes of cigars, hats and neckties, slippers embroidered by their own fair hands, are the usual wagers. If the young lady loses, she never thinks of paying. If she wins—woe to the unlucky youth who is not prompt in redeeming his bet. Ladies have small betting books bound in Russia leather, and with their monograma in gold upon the covers. But, after all, it seems in better taste for ladies to be content with seeing the races, if they will, and leave all wagers to the other sex.—Saratoga Cor. New York News. Secretary Sherman has issued a circular requiring all supervising inspectors of steamboats to make daily reports and directing that every passenger and ferry steamer shall be visited several times in the interval covered by its inspection certificates. This is an eminently timely order, but, unfortunately, there is no law under which it can be enforced if the inspectors choose to disregard it. The inspection service can never be made what it should be until the defects in the existing laws are positively remedied. Fairbault, Minn., boasts of having the oldest mate in the country. She is said to be forty six years old, and a descendant of Justik Morgan. The census shows a population in Vermont of 334,453, a gain of 20,004 since 1870. TUNNELING THE ENGLISH CHANNEL. The works which are going on at Abbott's Cliff Tunnell, between Folkestone and Dover, on the Southeastern Railway, in connection with the sinking of a shaft for testing the geological formations of the locality, with a view to the formation of a tunnel between England and France, were inspected recently and pronounced satisfactory by M. Leon Say and the French engineers, including M. Duval, M. Oreton and the Count de Montebello. A shaft ninety feet deep has been sunk from the level of the engine house at high water, and a heading has been driven to the level of high water mark for the purpose of depositing the chalk. Powerful machinery has been fitted for the purpose of driving an atmospheric drill, with which it is intended to drive a heading as far as Dover, a distance of three miles, under the line of railway, the heading at Dover to be 300 feet deep. The experiments are being carried out under the direction of Colonel Beamont and Captain English. The Southeastern Railway Company have made a grant of £8,000 for the work.—Pall Mall Gazette. Ernest Renan physically and physiognomically made on an observer, when first seen, much the same impression that Daniel Webster did. He has the same look of massive architecture about him; seems a moving edifice, with high forehead for its tower; but that impression is overlaid when one has come to know the depths and byways of his face, the subtle lights and shades that play about his eye and mouth, and has listened to his flexible voice as it passes through the entire range of expression needed for his humor, pathos, acumen and dramatic force—for he possesses all those powers, and they are under superlative culture. He is an indefatigable worker. Beware of desperate steps—the darkest sky, live till to-morrow, will have paused away.—Cowrun. A Criticism of English Girls. Why cannot English girls be taught to move, walk, stand and even laugh? Even if they manage to enter a room with ease and self-pose, they lack that gift of grace that, when it is not natural, can be very well imitated by training. As to "standing at ease," not one Englishwoman in fifty can do it. They are given to resting their weight on one foot, and then transferring it to the other. A little training would show them that it is much less fatiguing, and incomparably more graceful, to balance the weight equally upon both. It would not then be necessary to wear the head upon one side, as though they had brought out some one's else in mistake. As to laughing, how seldom, except on the stage, do we hear a really musical laugh. Some girls make drunken grimaces when they laugh. A little education in the art would not make their laughter artificial, and they would surely enjoy it all the more if they could realize that they might indulge in mirth without making themselves look so very ugly, as is occasionally the case. It runs in families sometimes to distort the countenance in laughter. I know a family who laugh a great deal. Their eyes always shut up when they do so, and it is the funniest thing when one dines with them, and something amusing is said, to look around the table and see exactly the same distortion on every face. There is not an eye left in the family. Three sisters whom I know show half an inch of pale pink gum when they laugh. In their presence, like Wendell Holmes, one "never dares to be as funny as one can," for fear of seeing this appalling triple vision of gums. A little training in childhood would make their laughter a pleasant thing to look at, for they have all pretty little square teeth, very white and even.—London Truth. Origin of "A Wild Goose Chase." A writer in the Troy Times says: "Wild goose chase" was a term used to express a sort of racing on horseback formerly practiced, resembling the flying of wild geese, those birds generally going in a train one after another, not in confused flocks as other birds do. In this sort of race the two horses, after running twelve score yards, had liberty, which horse soever could get the lead, to take what ground the jockey pleased, the hindmost horse being bound to follow him within a certain distance agreed on by the art. Bank of Anaheim, CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. S. H. MOTT President B. P. SKIBERT, Carrion. DIRECTORS: H. MABURY, E. F. BRANCH. K. F. SKIBERT, S. H. MOTT. Q. S. WITHERBY. This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. CORRESPONDENTS: Pacific Bank, San Francisco; First National Bank, New York. Drafts, Letters of Credit or Postal Orders issued on banks in the principal cities in all European countries. Tickets entitling The holder to passage from New York to the several ports of England, France or Germany, or from any port in those countries to New York, via the Hamburg American Pacific Company, sold at regular rates. Return tickets at a reduction. Certificates entitling the holder to passage on railroad from San Francisco to New York, or vice versa, issued at the established rate. Persons in Anaheim or violently denying to sent to any point in the countries named for any relative or friend, can purchase tickets here and forward them to the proper person by mail. The Commercial Bank OF LOS ANGELES. AUTHORIZED CAPITAL, $300,000. J E. HOLLENSEGK President Origin of "A Wild Goose Chase." A writer in the Troy Times says: "Wild goose chase" was a term used to express a sort of racing on horseback formerly practiced, resembling the flying of wild geese, those birds generally going in a train one after another, not in confused flocks as other birds do. In this sort of race the two horses, after running twelve score yards, had liberty, which horse soever could get the lead, to take what ground the jockey pleased, the hindmost horse being bound to follow him within a certain distance agreed on by the articles, or else to be whipped by the triers and judges who rode by, and whichever horse could distance the other won the race. This sort of racing was not long in common use, for it was found in human and destructive of good horses when two such were matched together. For, in this case, neither was able to distance the other till they were both ready to sink under their riders; and often two very good horses were both spoiled, and the wagers forced to be drawn at last. The mischief of this sort of racing soon brought in the method now in use, of only running over a certain quantity of ground, and determining the wager by coming in first at the winning post. The phrase "wild goose chase" is now employed to denote a fruitless attempt, or an enterprise undertaken with little probability of success; such as May, an early dramatist, thus pleasantly described: Ab, me! throughout the world Doth wickedness abound; And well I wet on neither hand Can honesty be found. The wisest man in Athens About the city ran, With a lantern in the midst of day, To find an honest man. And when at night he sat him down To reckon on his gains, He only found—slack, poor man— His labor for his pains. A Square Trade.—Sitting on a piazza overlooking Buzzard's Bay, the other afternoon, the landlord told us the following story of Yankee cuteness. "When I kept a country store," said mine host, "an old farmer came in one day to make a butter trade. He had a lot of fresh butter and I asked him how much he wanted a pound for it. 'Fourteen cents,' he answered. 'Well I'll take it just as it stands,' was the reply, and he put it down cellar without further comment. He then ordered a lot of goods—flour, sugar, and so forth, that he wanted to take home with him and asked me how much they would come to. I figured up and found that they amounted to about $2 more than the price of the butter. This seemed to annoy him, and after homing and having a good deal, he said: 'Well now Cap'en, supposin' that butter, was sixteen cents a pound what would it foot up? I told him a trifle over what he owed me. 'Well, then,' answered he, as he put the groceries into his wagon, 'I reck'n we'll hev to call it a square trade.'"—Boston Courier. New Scheme for the Suppression of Bones.—The House of Commons has invented a new mode of suppressing bones. In the discussion of Mr. NEW SCHEME FOR THE SUPPRESSION OF BORES.—The House of Commons has invented a new mode of suppressing bores. In the discussion of Mr. Forster's compensation for disturbance (Ireland) bill on Monday night, while Mr. Arthur O'Connor was proxing on at great length to the great discomfiture of the House, and threatening, when disturbed, to move the adjournment of the debate by way of reprisals, an honorable member who had fallen asleep, began to annoe. For that hint, honorable members hitherto painfully awake, were evidently grateful. As Mr. O'Connor proceeded, annoes from the most opposite quarters of the House accompanied him in a kind of spontaneous symphony, while peals of laughter followed every fresh outbreak of the somnolent epidemic. Mr. Arthur O'Connor could not make much headway against this happy combination of slumber and hilarity, and was compelled to bring his valuable remarks to a speedy conclusion.—London Spee-tator. The United States is likely to have as large a surplus of wheat as Europe can possibly absorb. 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