anaheim-gazette 1884-10-18

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If you have not leisure to come to our of fleet in the city, we will be pleased to call at your residence and do the work there. Will be at the Anaheim Hotel. DRS. MASNER & WILDER. Rooms 15, 17, and 19 Nadau Block, Los Angeles may 10. THE POKE'S MULE. [From the French of Alphonse Duval] Of all the pretty sayings, groovy, and adages with which our Provence presents embroider their discourses, I know none more picturesque or singular than this. For fifteen leagues around my mill, whenever they speak of a vindictive, spiteful man, they say: "Distrust that man! He is like the Pope's male, that kept her kick for seven years." I have tried for a long time to try to find out whence this proverb could have come, what was this papal male, and this kick kept for seven years might be. No one has been able to give me any information on the subject, not even Françet Mamai, my filer, who has all the Provencal legends at the end of his fingers. Françet thinks, as I do, that there must be some old chronicle of the Avignon country regarding it; but he has never heard anything more than the proverb. "You will find that only in the Grasshopper's Library," said the old filer, laughing. The idea seemed good, and as the Grasshopper's Library is right at my door, I went and shut myself up in it for a week. It is a wonderful library, beautifully arranged, opened to poets day and night, and tended by little librarians with cymbals, who make music for you all the time. I passed several delicious days there; and after a week of researches—on my back—I ended by discovering what I wished, that is to say, the history of my mule, and of this famous kick which was kept for seven years. The story is pretty, although a little simple, and I am going to tell it to you as I read it yesterday morning in the manuscript, stained by time, smelling with the sweet odor of dry lavender, and with great spiders' webs for book marks. He has seen nothing who never saw Avigon in the time of the Popes. There was never a city like it for gayety, life, animation, festivals. From morning to evening there were processes, pilgrimages, streets strewn with flowers and hung with tapestries; cardinals arriving by the Rhone, banners floating on the wind, galleys dressed with flags, the Pope's soldiers singing in Latin on the squares, the rattles of the mendicant friars; then, from one end to the other, noisy houses which crowded around the great papal palace like bees around their hive. There was, besides, the tie-tac of the lace makers, the come-and-go of shuttles weaving the gold of the chasables, the little guard." And the goal Pope greatly gladied, said to himself: "What a good little heart! Now also he is with my male." Then do you know what happened next? Tistet Vodene exchanged his old yellow jacket for a beautiful surprise of late, a coat of violet silk, and bearded shoes, and he turned the household of the Pope into where no one had been received before but the son of noblemen and the nephews of Cardinal There you see what intrigue can do. Tistet did not stop here. Once in the service of the Pope, she continued the game which had succeeded well. Insolent to every one else, he had teased and services for the mule alone, so he was always to be met in the court yard; the palace with a handful of cats or a bed of clover, whose pink clusters be she gently as he looked up at the balcony of the Holy Father as much as to say: "Ha! what is that for?" No that at last, the good Pope who felt himself growing old, ended by trusting to him: the duty of watching over the stable, and carrying to the mule her bowl wine prepared in French fashion, which did not make the Cardinals laugh at all. Nor the mule neither—this did not make her laugh. For, when the time for her wife came she always saw five or six little clerks of the household assemble, who crowded among tall straw with their capes and that laces; then, after a moment, a nice warm smell of burnt sugar and spices filled the stable, and Tistet Vodene appeared, carefully carrying the bowl of spiced wine. The torture of the poor beast began. This perfumed wine which she so loved which warmed her, which gave her wings they had the cruelty to bring it to her there in her manger, to make her smell it; then when her nostrils were full of it—presto! this beautiful liquor, with its pink flame, and went down the throats of these rogues. Only they had done nothing worse than steering her wine! But they were like devils, and these little clerks when they had taken drink. One pulled her ears another tail; Quiquet climbed on her back, Belquette tried his cap on her, and not one of these rascals thought that, with a jerk of her back or a fling of her boots, the brave beast could have sent them all to the North Star, or even further. But no! one is not the Pope's male for nothing—the mule of benediction and indulgences. The children must annuall themselves; she did not trouble herself about them. It was only against Tistet HOSTETTER'S CELEBRATED STOMACH BITTERS Protection. No such protective against chills and fever and other diseases of a malarial type exists as Hostetler's stomach litters. It relieves constipation, hurts disorders, thenation, kidney and bladder amnesia with cystal and pneumonia. A change in gastrointestinal activity is complete, soon takes place in the appearance as it allows the sensation of the wan and bagged invaild when this standard promoter of health and svennth the For sale by all Drugists and dealers generally. F. & J. 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There was, besides, the tie-tac of the lace makers, the come-and-go of shuttles weaving the gold of the chasables, the little hammers of the silveramiths making vessels, the trying of sounding boards at the instrument makers, the songs of the loom tenders, from above the sound of bells, and always from below the tambourines sounding in the direction of the bridge. For with us, when the people are happy, they must dance; and as at this time the city streets were too narrow for the farandole, fifers and tambourine players posted themselves on the bridge of Avignon, in the fresh breezes of the Rhone, and day and night the people danced, the people danced—ah! happy time! happy city! Halberda which would not cut. State prisons where they put the wine to cool! No poverty, no war! That is the way that the Popes of the Comtat governed their people; that is why their people have always so regretted them. There was one above all, a good old man called Boniface. Ah! how many tears were shed for him in Avignon when he died. He was such an amiable, such a handsome prince; he smiled at you so pleasantly from his mule's back, and when you passed near him—whether you were a poor little madder gatherer or a great city magistrate—the gave you his benediction so politely. A true Pope of Yvetot, and an Yvetot of Provence, with something shrewd in his laugh, a sprig of sweet marjoram in his baretta, and not the suspicion of any favoritism. The only favorite the good father ever had was his vineyard—a little place which he had planted himself three leagues from Avignon, among the myrtles of Chateauneuf. Every Sunday, when vespers were over, the worthy man went to look after it, and when he was up there, seated in the warm annuity, his Cardinals stretched about among the tree stumps, he had a flagon of new wine opened, that beautiful ruby wine which has ever since been called the Pope's Chateauneuf, and he drank it in little sips, looking tenderly at his vines. Then, when the flagon was emptied, and the day declining, he returned cheerfully to the city; followed by all his chapter; and when he be passed over the bridge of Avignon, in the midst of the tambourines and the farandoles, his mule, excited by the music, took a little frisky amble, while he himself marked the dance step with his cap, which greatly scandalized his Cardinals, but made all the people cry: "Ah! what a good Prince! what a gallant Pope!" Next to his vineyard at Chateauneuf, that which the Pope loved most in the world was his mule. The good man was passionately fond of this beast. Every evening before retiring he went to see if her stable was se- only they had done nothing worse than steal her wine! But they were like devils, all these little clerks, when they had taken her drink; Quiquet climbed on her back. Belouque tried his cap on her, and not one of these rascals thought that, with a jerk of her back or a fling of her beels, the brave beast could have sent them all to the North Star, or even further. But no! one is not the Pope's mule for nothing—the mule of benedictions and indulgences. The children must amuse themselves; she did not trouble herself about them. It was only against Tister Vedene that she bore a grudge. When she felt him behind her, for instance, her hoo itched, and truly there was good reason for it, that good-for-nothing Tister played her such wicked tricks. After drinking he was full of such cruel inventions. Did he not think one day of making her mount with him into the belfry of the palace, up and up, to the topmost point of the building? And what I am telling you is no invention; two hundred thousand Provencals saw it. Imagine the terror of the unhappy mule, when after having wound about for an hour, groping up a circular staircase, and climbing I know not how many steps she found herself suddenly on a platform dazling with light, and a thousand feet below her saw a fantastic Avignon, the market sheds no bigger than hazel nuts, the Pope's soldiers in front of their barracks like rod ants, and further down over a thread of silver, a microscopic little bridge, where they were dancing, dancing—ah, poor creatures! What a fright! All the window panes in the palace shook with the scream which she sent forth. "What is the matter? What are they doing to her?" cried the good Pope, rushing out on his balcony. Tister Vedene was already in the courtyard, pretending to weep and tear his hair. "Ah! 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THIS PAPER PRESENTED TO AMYE YELLOW Returned cheerfully to the city, followed by all his chapter; and when he passed over the bridge of Avignon, in the midst of the tambourines and the farandoles, his mule, excited by the music, took a little frisky amble, while he himself marked the dance step with his cap, which greatly scandalized his Cardinals, but made all the people cry: "Ah! what a good Prince! what a gallant Pope!" Next to his vineyard at Chateauunef, that which the Pope loved most in the world was his mule. The good man was passionately fond of this beast. Every evening before retiring he went to see if her stable was securely fastened, or if anything was wanting in her manger, and he never rose from the table without having a big bowl of wine prepared under his own eyes in the French fashion, with a quantity of sugar and spices, which he carried to her himself, in spite of the remarks of his Cardinals. It must be acknowledged that the creature was worth the trouble. She was a beautiful black mule, spotted with red, with a sure foot, shining cost, crupper broad and flat—carrying proudly her sharp little head, all harnessed with pompons, little silver bells, and ear-knots. She was more sweet tempered than an angel, with a quick eye and two long ears always in motion, which gave her a good-natured air. All Avignon respected her, and when she went out in the streets there were no courtenies which she did not receive, for every one knew that this was the surest way to stand well at court, and that with her innocent air the Pope's mule had led more than one person to fortune—Tistet Velene and his wonderful adventure for example. This Tistet Velene was, in the beginning, a fancy boy, whom his father, Guy Visene, the gold chaser, had been forced to turn out of his house because he would not work and led astray the apprenticees. For six months he was to be seen dragging his jacket through all the gutters of Avignon, but chiefly in the neighborhood of the Papal palace, for the sly fellow had for a long time had his designs on the Pope's mule, and you shall see howunning they were. One day when his Holiness was riding alone, with his heart under the ramparts, behold my Tistet, who draws near, and says to him, clapping his hands with a look of admiration: "Ah, heavenal Most Holy Father, what a fine mule you have there! Allow me to look at her a moment. Ah! my Pope, what a beautiful mule. The Emperor of Germany has not her equal." And he cursed her, and he spoke gently to her as to a young lady: "Come here, my jewel, my treasure, my fine things as that can be mounted, but as for coming down! You would have a chance to break your legs a hundred times. The poor mule was desperate, and while her big eyes, full of vertigo, were roving over the platform, she thought of Tistet Vedene. "Ah, vagabond, if I escape, what a kick to-morrow morning!" This idea of a kick gave her a little strength in her legs; without that she would never have been able to support herself. At last they came to take her down from her elevation, but it was a terrible piece of business. It was necessary to lower her by a great machine, with cords and a handbarrow. And think what a humiliation for the mule of a Pope to see herself suspended at this height, swimming with her feet in the empty air, like a beetle at the end of a thread! And all Avignen looking at her! The unhappy beast did not sleep all night. She seemed to be always turning around on that accursed platform, with the laughter of the people below. Then she thought of the wicked Tistet Vedene and of the lovely blow with her heel that she was going to fling at him to-morrow. Ah! my friend, what a blow of the heel! They should see the dust from Pampaluna. Now, while this beautiful reception was preparing for him at the stable do you know what Tistet Vedene was doing? He was descending the Rhone, singing on a papal galley, on his way to the court of Naples, with the troop of young nobles sent every year by the city to be under the influence of Queen Jean for the sake of practice in diplomacy and good manners. Tistet was not of noble birth, but the Pope winched to reward him for the care which he bestowed upon his mule, and especially for the activity which he had exhibited on the day of her rescue. Ah, how disappointed the mule was the next day! "Ah, the villain! He suspected something!" she thought, shaking her little halls with fury. "But it is all the same. Go, you knave! You will find your kick when you come back. I keep it for you." And she kept it. After the departure of Tistet the Pope's mule resumed her tranquil method of life and her former behavior. There was no more Quiqueat; no more Salquat in the stable. The happy days of spirited wine in French fashion were come again, and with them the good humor; the long slender, and the little garotte dancing step when she panned over the bridge of Avignon. Nevertheless after her adventure there was always a little coldness toward her in the city. There were whirings on the paused on her and the good Pope, greatly pleased himself; "What a good little fellow now he is with my mule." And I know what happened next day! Dame embraced his old yellow beautiful surprise of lace, a capel, and beaded shoes, and he embarked of the Pope, into which he received before but the same man and the nephews of Cardinals, see what intrigue can do. But not stop here. The service of the Pope, the scamp the game which had succeeded so diligent to every one else, he had all services for the mule alone, and ways to be met in the court yard of with a handful of cats or a benner, whose pink clusters he shook as looked up at the balcony of the room as much as to say: "Ha! who!" No that at last, the good Pope, myself growing old, ended by miming the duty of watching over the carrying to the mule her bowl of dried in French fashion, which did see Cardinals laugh at all. Mule neither—this did not make For, when the time for her wine always saw five or six little clerks hold assembly, who crowded straw with their capes and their after a moment, a nice warm sugar and spices filled the Tistet Vedene appeared, careful—the bowl of spiced wine. Then of the poor beast began. Mined wine which she so loved, fed her, which gave her wings, a cruelty to bring it to her there, to make her smell it; then, strells were full of it—presto! the nor, with its pink flame, all the throats of these rogues. If done nothing worse than steal But they were like devils, all leeks, when they had taken a pulled her ears, another her climbed on her back, Belquenet on her, and not one of these ht that, with a jerk of her back her boots, the brave boast could come all to the North Star, or But no! one is not the Pope's being—the mule of benedictions sees. The children must amuse she did not trouble herself It was only against Tistet ways; the old people snuck their hands the children hugged and pointed to the battery. The good Pope himself said no longer such confidence in his friend, and, if he allowed himself to take a little up on her back on Sunday when returning from the vipard, he had always a hidden fancy—"Supplier I should wake up above them, on the platform!" The mule saw this, and she suffered from it without crying anything; only when Tistet Vedene's name was pronounced before her, her long ears trembled, and with a little laugh she sharpened the iron of her hooks on the pavement. Seven years passed thus; then, at the end of these years, Tistet Vedene returned from the court of Naples. Has time there was not yet expired, but he had heard that the first mustard bearer of the Pope had suddenly died at Avigonos, and as the place seemed to him desirable, he had come in great haste to place himself among the competitors. When this intriguer of a Vedene entered the hall of the palace the Holy Father scarredly recognized him, he had grown so much taller and larger. It must also be confessed that the good Pope on his side, had grown old and he could not see well without spectacles. Tistet was not embarrassed. "How! great holy Father, you do not recognize me? It is I, Tistet Vedene!" "Vedene?" "Why, yes, you know very well—the one who carried French wine to your mule." "Ah! yes, yes, I remember. A good little boy that Tistet Vedene! And now, what is it he wants of us?" "Oh! a trifle, great Holy Father. I have come to ask you—But, while I think of it, have you got her still—your mule? And she is well and happy? Ah! so much the better! I have come to ask you for the place of the first mustard bearer who has just died." "First mustard bearer! You! But you are too young. What is your age?" "Twenty years and two months, illustrious Pontiff; just five years older than your mule. Ah! palm of heaven, the good creature! If you only knew how I loved her, that mule, how I have pined for her in Italy! Will you not allow me to see her!" "Yes, my child you shall see her." said the good Pope, much touched; "and since you love her so truly, the poor beast, I no longer wish that you should live so far from her. From this day I attach you to my person in the quality of first mustard bearer." WHAT WOMEN REALLY CAN DO. She can do up a bundle mostly—some times. She can say "no" and stick to it for all time. She can say "no" in such a low soft voice that it ceases "yes." She can change a head pencil—if you give her plenty of time and plenty of lead points. She can carry an umbrella so gracefully that all/the water drills down her companion's book. She can dance six nights a week—and makes the best Sunday-school teacher on seventh day. She can appreciate a kinship from her husband twenty years after the marriage ceremony has taken place. She can walk half a night with a colicky baby without once expressing a wish to murder the infant. She can pass a display window of a dry goods store without stopping—if she is running to catch a train. She can change her mind sixteen times a day and get most righteously angry when anyone calls her sickle. She can suffer abuse and neglect for years, which one touch of kindness or consideration will drive from her recollection. She can drive a man half distracted and exasperate him beyond all patience, and then disarm all his anger with one smile and banish all thoughts of retaliation. She can go to church and afterward tell you what every woman in the congregation had on, and in some rare instances can give a faint idea of what the text was. She can talk nonsense fifty-five minutes in an hour—when she has to talk to men—and in the remaining five minutes talk more common sense than a man can in half a day. She can spend $100,000 a year and revel in luxury with the grace to the manor born of a queen and yet be just as happy in two modestly furnished rooms on $800 a year. She can rumple up $17,000 worth of dress goods, and buy a spool of thread with an order to have it delivered four miles away in a style that will transfix the proprietor of the establishment with admiration. She can look her husband square in the eye when he tells her some cock-and-bull story about being 'detained at the office' without betraying in the least that she knows him to be a collossal liar. done nothing worse than steal But they were like devils, all merks, when they had taken a pulled her ears, another her climbed on her back, Belknap on her, and not one of these light that, with a jerk of her back her beels, the brave boast could am all to the North Star, or But no! one is not the Pope's wing—the mule of benedictions faces. The children must amuse she did not trouble herself. It was only against Tistet she bore a grudge. When she and her, for instance, her hoof fully there was good reason for for-nothing Tistet played her tricks. After drinking he was ruel inventions. think one day of making her him into the belfry of the palace, to the topmost point of the and what I am telling you is no two hundred thousand Provencals give the terror of the unhappy after having wound about for ing up a circular staircase, and now not how many steps, she suddenly on a platform daztat, and a thousand feet below fantastic Avignon, the market or than hazel nuts, the Pope's out of their barracks like red her down, over a thread of silple little bridge, where they dancing—ah, poor creatures! All the window panes in look with the scream which she the matter? What are they doried the good Pope, rushing ony. She was already in the courtining to weep and tear his hair. Only Father, the matter is—it is great heavens! what shall mule has climbed into the Holy Father, all alone. See, there. Do you see the end of You might think they were said the poor Pope, raising he has gone crazy! She will Will you come down, unhappy She would have asked nothcome down, but how? The as not to be thought of! Such can be mounted, but as for You would have a chance to a hundred times. The poor grate, and while big eyes, were roving over the platight of Tistet Vedene. and if I escape, what a kick ning! a kick gave her a little legs; without that she would unable to support herself. At to take her down from her it was a terrible piece of businecessary to lower her by a with cords and a handbar- Immediately on entering, the first mustard bearer saluted with a gallant air and turned toward the high steps, where the Pope await- "First mustard bearer! You! But you are too young. What is your age?" "Twenty years and two months, illustrious Pontiff; just five years older than your mule. Ah! palm of heaven, the good creature! If you only knew how I loved her, that mule, how I have pined for her in Italy! Will you not allow me to see her!" "Yes, my child you shall see her." said the good Pope, much touched; "and since you love her so truly, the poor beast, I no longer wish that you should live so far from her. From this day I attach you to my person in the quality of first mustard bearer. My Cardinals will grumple, but so much the worse. I am used to that. Wait upon us to-morrow after vespers; we will bestow upon you the insignia of your rank in the presence of our chapter, and then I will take you to see the mule, and you shall come out to the vineyard with us both. Well! well! That is all." If Tistet Vedene was pleased when he left the grand hall it is not necessary to tell you with what impatience he awaited the ceremony of the next day. Nevertheless, there was one in the palace still more happy and more impatient than he; this was the mule. From the return of Vedene up to vespers of the following day the terrible animal never ceased devouring oats and striking against the wall with her hind feet, And then, the next day, when vespers were said, Tistet Vedene made his entrance into the court of the papal palace. All the dignitaries of the church were there—the Cardinals in red robes, the advocates of the devil in black velvet, the abbots of monasteries with their little mitres, the church wardens of St. Agricol, the violet capes of the household, the leaser clergy also, the soldiers of the Pope in full uniform, the three fraternities of penitents, the hermits of Mount Ventoux with their ferocious mien, and the little clerk who goes behind carrying the bell; the flagellant brothers naked to the waist; the gray haired sacristans in judges' robes; all, all even to the givers of holy water, the person who lights the tapers, and the person who extinguishes them, there was not one wanting. Ah! that was a beautiful spectacle! Bells, crackers, sunshine, music, and through it all the furious tambourines which led the dance below on the bridge of Avignon. When Vedene appeared in the midst of the assembly, his fine appearance and his dignified bearing caused a murmur of admiration to run through the crowd. He was a magnificent Provencal of the blond variety, with thick locks curled at the end, and a soft little beard, which seemed made from the shavings of fine metal that fell from the borin of his father, the gold graver. The story ran that in this blond beard the fingers of Queen Joan had sometimes played, and the Sieur de Vedene had in truth the haughty air and absent glance of men whom queens have loved. This day, in order to do honor to his own people, he had replaced his Neopolitan garments by a jacket bound with pink in Provencal fashion, and on his hood waved a large feather of the ibis of Camargues. Immediately on entering, the first mustard bearer saluted with a gallant air and turned toward the high steps, where the Pope await- She can spend $100,000 a year and revel in luxury with the grace to the manor born of a queen and yet be just as happy in two modestly furnished rooms on $800 a year. She can rumple up $17,000 worth of dress goods, and buy a spool of thread with an order to have it delivered four miles away in a style that will transfix the proprietor of the establishment with admiration. She can look her husband square in the eye when he tells her some cock-and-bull story about being "detained at the office" without betraying in the least that she knows him to be a colossal liar. They Couldn't Daze Him. PHILADELPHIA, Oct. 11—Gen. Butler arrived this evening under escort of a committee of the People's Party, by whom he was met at Harrisburg. He was taken in a carriage to a hotel, and soon after to Horticultural Hall, where a large audience awaited him. The meeting meantime was addressed by two other speakers. Both were frequently interrupted by calls for Butler and repeated intensions that the audience came to see Butler only. After sundry manifestations of impatience by the crowd, General Butler appeared on the stage, and at the same moment a procession of his supporters headed by a band of music entered the hall. As General Butler again came forward to speak a large tin spoon, thrown by some one in the gallery, fell at his feet. Apparently wholly undesturbed, he picked up the spoon, and advancing with it in his hand, said: "My friends and fellow citizens, it is my first and most grateful duty to thank you for your very kind and may I add enthusiastic greeting. Having done that it is my next duty to present the only argument of the Cleveland party." 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There is, however, something that is cheering in the midst of all this darkness,and that is the abnegation of the King,[of those who accompany him,and all ofthe local authorities,andof those whose duty it is to assistthe suffering.ThefirstvisitofhisMajesty,afterashortrepose.wastotheBankOfAnnapolisorvinitydesiringanypointinthecountriesnamedforanyfriendcanpurchaseteventshereandforheproperpersonbymail. FIRST NATIONAL A kick gave her a little leg; without that she would not able to support herself. At it was a terrible piece of business to lower her by a with cords and a handbarank what a humiliation for the to see herself suspended at jumping with her feet in the take a beetle at the end of a fall Avignen looking at her! Her beast did not sleep all night. Who always turning around on platform, with the laughter of new. Then she thought of the Vedene and of the lovely blow that she was going to fling at. Ah! my friends, what a hell! They should see the dust now, while this beauties preparing for him at the know what Tistet Vedene was descending the Rhone, singing galley, or his way to the with the troop of young year by the city to be unseen of Queen Joan for the sake diplomacy and good manners. Of noble birth, but the Pope ordained the mule was the villain! He suspected he thought, shaking her little "But it is all the same. You will find your kick back. I keep it for you." Porture of Tistet the Pope's near tranquil method of life behavior. There was no more Bequest in the short days of spiced wine in were come again, and with humans, the long stares, and side dancing step when she bridge of Avignon. Her adventure there was plumb toward her in the city, Japanese she passed on her little beard, which seemed made from the shavings of fine metal that fell from the borin of his father, the gold graver. The story ran that in this blond beard the fingers of Queen Joan had sometimes played, and the Sieur de Vedene had in truth the haughty air and absent glance of men whom queens have loved. This day, in order to do honor to his own people, he had replaced his Neopolitan garments by a jacket bound with pink in Provencal fashion, and on his hood waved a large feather of the ibis of Camargues. Immediately on entering, the first mustard bearer saluted with a gallant air and turned toward the high steps, where the Pope awaited him to deliver to him the insignia of his rank, a yellow wooden spoon and a saffron cloak. The mule was at the foot of the stairs, all harnessed and ready to start for the vineyard. As he passed near her Tistet Vedene smiled gently, and stopped to give her two three friendly little taps on the back, looking out of the corner of his eye to see if the Pope noticed it. The position was a good one. The mule made a sudden movement. "Wait! Take that, wretch! Seven years I have kept it for you!" And she gave him a blow with her heel so terrible that the dust of it could be seen even from Pampeluna—a whirlwind of blond dust, through which fluttered an ibis feather, all that remained of the unfortunate Tistet Vedene. A blow from a mule's heel is not generally so terrible, but this was a papal mule: and then think of it! she had kept it seven years! There is no more perfect example of ecclesiastical rancor. The English Sparrow. The American Congress of Ornithology met in New York last week. Representatives were present from Canada, Kansas, Washington and the New England States. Among the subjects discussed was the English sparrow. Opinions differ as to his usefulness. The weight of testimony seems to be overwhelmingly against him. To settle the question the union took steps last fall to procure information of all kinds touching the bird. The committee having charge of the subject devoted much time to it. 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