AT THE CIRCUS.

BY JOE JOT, JR.

The show had come. She said she’d go.
We went, Miss Jane, my little neighbor;
I paid the fare, two fifty cents;
I saved it up With care and labor.
She held my arm as we passed in,
How fine that hand was, several ce rats!
My heart was filled with pride and love,
And oh, the monkeys and the parrots!

 

 

i think I never shall forget
The evening of that happy Monday:
I felt I was supremely blest,
But then the apes and anaconda!
Her gentle smile it pleased me well,
She was so tender and confiding,
How lovingly i watched her face.—
And dog upon the elephant riding!

The bloom was tender on her check;
It almost smelt of flowerful closes:
I gazed on it with longing eyes,
And then at the rhinoceroses.
How fast the time went! Sure it seemed
That every moment love was speeding.
The hap iness glowed in her eyes,
And 08, the lions and tigers feeding!

We sat down on the barren board: .
A throne it seemed, though rather risky;
How gentl did she smile on me,
And at t a clown so gay and frisky!
I held her hand within my own—
It seemed so natural and handy;
How sweet I felt to see her pleased,
And then the peanuts and the candy!

It seemed to me like love’s young dream

Which suddenly had grown to real.
What could be nicer than her smile

And that man tumbling like a wheel!
To far—imagined nectar turned

The lemonade which we were quafling.
How earnestly I mused on her

Until the clown set me to laughing!

The pride 1 felt that blessed night

Was worth long years of waiting, praying;
There was a music in her laugh,

And then the band so sweetly playing.
Indeed it seemed a gala night

in which all longing hours had centered;
My thoughts enfoldcd little Jane

Until the riding lady entered.

To know that she was by my side
Was joy, although the air was torrid:
I was enwrapped in dreamiul bliss.
But oh, that horse and pistol horrid!
I seemed in an exalted state,
From which I never would be humbled:
said I: “ Dear little Jane. my heart
15—" then the seats beneath us tumbled!

She spoiled her hat, and bumped her nose;
It seemed that me all bruises singled:
Such closeness of humanity
I think was seldom seen comminglcd.
To gain her sweet forgiveness
With tenderest love I tried to bribe her;
She went and 'oined the Methodists.
Eschewing s ows—and the subscriber.

 

Tales of an Army Officer.

~» -#«e>-r ~r—

DEATH OF YELLOW HAND.

BY CAPT. SATTERLEE PLUMMER.

 

 

I HAVE known “Buffalo Bill” for years, and
that he was one of the best scouts on the plains
was well aware, but had never seen his courage
tested until I witnessed his killing of the
Cheyenne chief, Yellow Hand, a year ago the
past June.

The Fifth United States cavalry were under
orders to scout between the agencies called Red
Cloud and Spotted Tail, and to drive in all In—
dians who were leaving those reservations to
join the Sioux, or depredate on emigrants on
their way to the Black Hills.

Buffalo Bill was our chief of scouts, and we
could not have had a better, for there was not
an officer in the command who did not have
perfect confidence in Bill’s judgment.

We were camped on Hart Creek, about forty
miles from Red Cloud, and within sight of
what is known as Sheridan’s Pass, and had
just had breakfast, and “boots and saddles”
had sounded, when, “lickyty—split,” in came
Frank White, one of the scouts, and rode up Do
the eneral.

“ Vell, sir, what’s the matter?”

“The jig is up, general! The Injuns are in
force t’other side of the range. Haven’t seen
your camp yet.”

“ How many are there of them, White?”

“ Nigh onto five hundred, I reckon.”

“ How far off are they?"

“Three miles and a bit.”

“Send Cody to me!"

“ All right, sir.”

Awav went Whitc* after Buffalo Bill. The
general at once gave orders to stop all noise in
cam‘p, n0 firing of pistols or carbines, to ut out
the res at once and that the commandp would
“ stand to horse ” at ease. -

Buffalo Bill reported while the general was
giving the above orders, and was told at once
to ride out and bring in a report as to the In—
dians, their number, position, and the best man-
ner of making an attack upon them.

Bill was gone about twenty minutes, when he
returned at a run, and as soon as he got in sight
motioned to the general to join him.

When we reached the top of a little divide,
that separated us from Hart Creek pro er, we
saw what Bill meant. About a mile an a half
from where we were we could plainly see two
couriers on the Spotted Tail trail coming at a
hard gallop; in a gulch about a quarter of a
mile from them were a party of twenty Indians
who were, we could plainly see, about to head
them off. The couriers were entirely uncon-
scious of the near proximity of their enemies,
and, unless they were aided, would certainly
lose their hair. \Ve ourselves were out of sight
from either party, and had a splendid view of
the maneuvers of our red brothers. Bill said:

“,Let me go for them with the scouts, gene-

“All right; you shall; but, wait until the
get oppomte where we are; the couriers are sa 6
now. ’

Bill at once formed his scouts, and in a few
words told them what they had to do, viz.:

“As soon as we strike them they will scatter.
Now you, Buck, take the one oing to the right,
the furthest, and so on; eac man go for his
Iigdianhand don’t let up! Bring hair, every one
0 you; .

At that minute the general yelled out:

“Now at them, Bill, and give them crimson!”

\Vith yells such as only a frontiersman can
make, away went our brave scouts, we follow-
ing after them. It was the prettiest sight I
have ever seen. The morning was bright and
beautiful—not a cloud in the sky to attract the
eye heavenward- and yet forty men would soon
be engaged in a deadl conflict which could only
end in one way, for t e general had ordered a
troop of cavalry to follow, in case the scouts
got the worst of it, but no one believed they
would.

As soon as the scouts yelled, the Indians saw
them, and with an answering yell, broke. Then
it was each man after his Indian, as Bill had di-
rected and there was no fiunking! You bet!

I followed Bill Cody, and being well mounted
kept qmte near him. He was after two In-
dians, finely mounted, whose trappings and
headdresses bespoke them chiefs. As they
went around a small rise, Bill saw a chance to
head them. It was to jump his horse across a
gulch, which was sheer down
was at least fifteen feet Wide, with crumbling
banks. I was following him at such speed that
I could not check my horse, so let him have his
head, and with a “ Good-by, sweetheart,” shut
my eyes and found myself over, and, at
that minute, heard the ominous whiz of a
bullet, a yell, followed by another shot, and
then saw t at Bill was off his horse and within
Sixty feet of the Indians, and that one of their
horses was down, and that the Indian was try-

 

j" White. known as “Buffalo Chip," alwa s went
With “Buffalo Bill." He was killed on 11th eptem-
her, 1876. at battle of " Slim Butts."

twenty feet and .

 

ing to release himself from it. The Sioux al-
ways tie themselves on, so in case they are kill-
ed or wounded they will be carried off. Then
a shot from Bill’s “ old reliable ” put an end to
his attempt. His comrade tried to make off,
when down went his horse. Bill called out to
me: “Catch my horse, captain, lease!” and
dropping his rifle ran on, the ndian’s re-
volver in one hand and bowie in the other; and
he did not give them time to sing more than one
note of their death-songs before their bloody
seal 5 adorned his belt. “Yellow Hand” and
“ hite Knife ” had started on their way toward
their “ happy hunting-grounds.”

The pursuit of the main body of the Indians
was continued by the troops until dusk, and
many a blue-coat and red-skin bit the dust be-
fore night, with its sable dress, fell, and put an
end to the fightin .

The Indians too advantage of the darkness
to escape to the Reserve, and a force sufilcient
to keep them there was left by the eneral,
when we at once struck out for the Big Hem
country, guided by Buffalo Bill.

The Ride of Lucky Dan.

BY T. C. HARBAUGH.

 

 

 

THE mining town which gloried in the not
euphonious name of Thunder Gulch had for its
nearest neighbor a place of more pretentious
limits called Jasper City. Twenty miles of
probably the wildest road to be found in our
far TVcstern—counfry intervened between the
towns. which. strange to say, were not rivals.

Jasper City had a town hall, theaters, pre-
tentious business blocks, and a park. The few
magnates who dwelt within its limits were men
of much wealth, whose speculations in silver
had made them indcpcndcnt—veritable Aineri—
can nabobs. Thunder Gulch was owned by
these men, who lived in splendid style at Jas-
per, while their vast mines at the smaller place
were worked under the supervision of trusted
agents.

Among the nabobs above mentioned was a
dandificd—looking man of thirty-six, whose many
fortunate speculations had gained for him the
sobrz’quct of Lucky Dan. He owned much
property in Jasper. and held the controlling in—
terest in the mines at Thunder Gulch. Always
dressed in glossy and faultless broadcloth, with
a pair of light lavender kids on his soft, woman-
like hands, with his wealth of dark hair pro—
fusely pomatumcd, and other signs of the dandy
on his person, he never failed to attract atten—
tion. His business letters were indited on initial
paper, and he had a habit of afl‘ixinzg the stamp
in the up 1' right—hand corner of e envelope
with mat ematical precision.

This perfumed ladies’-man was the owner of
millions in productive stock, and whether in his
elegant office, or at the mines, which he occa-
sionally visited, he was the same Beau Brum-
mell, much to the disgust of the many rough,
style-hating men who were obliged to have
business intercourse with him.

As the months wore away the fortune of
Lucky Dan increased at a rate that threatened
to make him the great American nabob of the
century. His style of living and personal
adornment kept pace with his run of fortune.

But while this daintily—gloved, handsome
Craasus—for Lucky Dan was a latter-day
Apollo Belvidere—ruled in J er, an evil

enius came to Thunder Gulch. e was a little

rk-eyed man who possessed a magnetism that
was truly wonderful. He added a new and
gilded palace of vice to the several which al-
ready flourished at the mining town, and, by
his cunning arts, soon held the greater part of
the custom.

Affairs soon assumed a new aspect at the
gulch. The miners, pleased with the suave
manners of “the Don,” as the new-comer was
called, spent their nights, with their earnings,
at his spacious gardens, and listened to his dis-
sertations on the evil of upholding “one-man
power.” " The Don ” was e oquent, logical and
convincing. He succeeded in sowing the seeds
of communism among the toilers of Thunder
Gulch. and one night the evil culminated in the
firing of the vast woodwork of the richest lode,
and the death of the overseer, who, true to his
master, had opposed the fury of the mob.

Thunder Gulch was in a state of excitement.
Riot of the fiercest description reigned on her
streets, and the few women who lived there
kc t their precious bodies within doors.

uring all this time “ the Don ” stood behind
his polished counter and dispensed drinks to the
men transformed by his subtle cunning into
fiends. Threats to hang Lucky Dan from a
beam in the main mine were openly indulged
in, and thousands of dollars’ worth of valuable
ore, with much silver in bars, were flung into
the burning shafts.

At last word reached Thunder Gulch that
Lucky Dan was approaching from Jasper City
at the head of a thousand armed men. The re—
)ort sobered many a miner, but did not render
him the less vicious. Preparations were made
to receive the force, and the little army that
was mustered in the riot-rent mining-town con-
tained all the elements of the Commune.

Let us see who was coming to meet this legion
of devils.

Lucky Dan, the “swell nabob,” heard of the
startling state of affairs while enjoying a game
of ecarte with perfumed cards in his office. The
messenger gave him a graphic, though uncouth
description of the destruction of the shaft, and
ventured th_at nothing short of a little army
could sta the riot.

After ismissing the man the nabob resumed
the game, playing it outas if the loss of millions
had not reached his ears. Then he ordered a
horse saddled and brought to the ofiice.

He said to a friend that he was goin to at-
tend to “a bit of business at the gulc ,” and
rode unattended away. His only visible wea-
pons were two exquisitel -silvered revolvers
fastened to a belt around  body. His only
changle of dress was the substituting of the
plug at for a broad-brimmed beaver; he still
wore the light lavender kids.

It was getting dusk when Lucky Dan entered
upon the true mountain road. For several
miles it permitted him toproceed at a brisk gal-
lop, and then his steed was obliged to lessen his

'ait.

g The man filled the saddle with the grace of an
equestrian king. Lucky Dan’s horsemanship
had often excited the admiration and envy of
the people of J aspcr City.

Nine miles out of Jasper two men stood near
the road evidently lying in wait for some r-
son expected from the city. They looked like
miners and carried the deadly IVinchester rifie
at a “ready.” When they heard the tramp of
lLucky Dan’s horse they exchanged meaning
ooks.

“Let no one pass from Jasper—that’s the
Don’s orders.” said one. “Stand aside, Tom,
I’ll pink this fellow as soon as he comes between
me and the moon.”

Stepping boldly into the mountain road, at
that spot arkened by the shadows of the cliffs
that rose above it, the man waited fer the ap-
pearancc of the coming horseman.

The stillness of the lonely autumn night ren-
dered the sound of ironed hoofs musically dis-
tinct, and at length the phantom-like form of a
horse and his rider rose against the full disk of
the moon.

The red-shirtcd miner raised the rifle and
waited.

“ Now!” whispered his impatient companion,
“ let him have it full in the breast.”

An instant later the mountains resounded
with the report of a rifle, and the victim fell for-
ward on the neck of his steed, which, with a
snort of affright, bounded on.

The assassin uttered a cry of terror as the
horse sprung forward, and barely escaped with
his life, as he went past the ambush like a can-
non ball.

“ Great heavens, Strong! who did you shoot?”
cried one of the men, grasping his companion’s
arm.

The murderer looked wild.

“It was Lucky Dan! Can’t you smell the per-
fume what he wears on his clothes 9”

Strong looked up; the atmosphere was laden
with the merchandise of the perfumer’s shop;
but another scent was fast mingling with it—
that of freshly-spilled blood.

“ Lucky Dan it was! But, Torn, we’ve been
under his iron heel long enou h. That’s what
‘ the Don ’ says, and he’s open our eyes!”

The men ooked down the rough road; the
horse had disappeared, but the ring of his hoofs
came back to them.

Lying on the roud neck of the beautiful
beast, with his b ood matting the long gray
mane, the stricken nabob of Jasper City appear-
ed to be dead.

He showed no signs of life until his horse had
ut five miles between him and the ambush.

Then he straightened himself in the saddle, and
gritting his teeth, ke t his position there.

“ I’ll pay the dogs or this!” he said, in a voice
rendered husky by the ball from the TVin—
Chester. “ I wonder if the bullet went clean
through?”

He entered upon another stretch of moonlight
as he uttered the last words, and his horse, at a
word, slackened his gait until it became a walk.

Then he tore open the elegantly-studded shirt
front, and displayed to his gaze the terrible
wound.

It was bleeding afresh, and at each throb of
his heart the warm current of life spurted over
the ragged edges of the flesh.

“I’ll stop the flow till I get to the gulch!” he
muttered.

He drew a dainty silk handkerchief from his
bosom. and with admirable stoicisni crowded it
into the wound. It had the desired effect, and
seemed to strengthen him.

On, on went Lucky Dan, gradually nearing
Thunder Gulch.

Day was breaking when a pale—faced, hatless
man rode down the hill that rose above the
northern side of the mining town. He carried
a beautiful revolver in each hand, and his eagle
eye. sweeping the scene before him, flashed at
sight of a column of dark smoke ascending to
the sky.

It was the smoke of the burning shafts!

Then he turned his gaze upon the little town
nestling, as it were, at his very feet.

VV'nen he entered upon the main street, and
saw the result of riot and disorder that prevail—
ed everywhere, he uttered an exclamation of
an er.

elf-way up the street stood the gorgeous sin-
hole of “the Don,” conspicuous by the gaudy
front and sign that distinguished it above its
neighbors.

Lucky Dan rode slowly toward it, and at
length, facing the structure, commanded his
horse to halt.

The sounds of revel, kept up through the
night, came from beyond the door.

‘Hallool” shouted Lucky Dan, in as loud a
tone as his lungs would allow. “Come out,
cutthroats, and show yourselves to Dan Wel-
lington!”

Almost instantly the door was flung wide, and
the habitual of “The Saints’ Repose” poured
promiscuously forth.

Cries of astonishment, intermingled with re-
bellious curses, greeted Lucky Dan’s recognition
by the malcontents. They saw the bloody hand-
kerchief peeping from t e horrid wound, and
knew that it held his life back.

“You’re a set of mean dogs!” Luck Dan
said, sternly, eying the miners, headed by “the
Don” in person. ‘ I came here on business—to
put an end to this trouble, and to see you go
backto the lodes before I leave. I give you
two minutes to hold up your hands and swear
to obey!”

The nabob took out a gold watch, whose cases
littered with diamonds, and laid it on the flat
orn of the saddle.

The seconds ticked away; the fiends of Thun-
der Gulch did not move; but looked into each
other’s faces. “The Don” seemed undecided,
and felt the eyes of many u n him.

“ Time up!’ cried Lucky an, with a sudden-
ness that sent hard hands to man a pistol belt.
“ Gentlemen, we will proceed to usiness.”

Like a flash the two deadly revolvers went ii
from the nabob’s side, and their reports, blen -
ed into one, startled the mob.

“The Don ” and another man, his coconspi-
rator, went backward, shot through the brain!

“ Boys, I mean business!” Lucky Dan said to
the frightened men as the fatal weapons were
ready to belch forth death again from their
steely chambers. “I’m going to supprem this
lawlessness if I have to fill the graveyard in the
hollow! What are you going to do? I’ll wait
one minute 1”

Thirty seconds had not passed before the riot
was suppressed!

Lucky Dan was master of the situation. The
gloved, perfumed, dandified man was a lion; he
could suppress a riot raised by men whose lives
proclaimed them fearless of death, as well he
play ecarle, and spend his easily-gotten thou-
sands.

He restored law to Thunder Gulch before the
sun went down. The two men who waylaid
him on the mountain road were romptly
hanged, and the miners went back to t e shafts.

Not until then did Lucky Dan consult a sur—

geon.

He lingered long on the edge of life; but
final] triumphed, and at last, in kids and
broadbloth, galloped back to Jasper City again!

From the day of the thrilling events just nar—
rated to the time of his departure for the seat
in Congress which he filled with honor, there
was not a man at Thunder Gulch who would not
have died for Lucky Dan!

 

ANNIE’S CHOICE.

BY C. A. DEE.

 

 

I love a sailor, and he loves me too;

I love a soldier, who swears he‘ll be true;
And another from whom I need not part,
As he is the one that‘s nearest my heart.
When the sailor is gone, the soldier too,
My home-staying lover will still be true.
My mind is settled; I know my part,

The nearest been is the surest heart.

 

’Twixi Life and Death.

BY EDWARD L. WHEELER.

 

 

“VVE give Palermo ten days to return with
the ransom for your life!” said Red Ramon, the
cruel brigand chief and notorious footpad, to
the pale, intellectual young man who sat upon
a rocky bowlder which rested on a giant la-
teau or ledge up among the mountains. “ our
father is a wealthy stock-raiser, and can well
afford to pay a thousand dollars for your life.
Otherwise, your head will be cut off for a foot-
ball, and your body cast over the precipice.”

Then the Mexican turned awa , and entered
the cavern at the back of the p ateau, leaving
the prisoner alone and to his bitterest reflec-
tions.

Olney Ellsworth was the son of a rich New
Mexican cattle-raiser, and for the benefit of his
health, which had been wrecked by hard study,
had come up into the nearest ran e of moun-
tains adjacent to his father’s ranch or the pur-
pose of recruiting himself by a month of hunt-
ing and “roughing.” But, to-da , when on
two days away from home, it he. been his 
luck to fall into the clutches of the cruel Mexi-
can brigand, Red Ramon.

Evidently his capture had been (premeditated,
for the chief recognized him an at once dis-
patched a courier to Colonel Ellsworth, for the
purpose of extorting ransom.

And in the meantime, Olney was given the
freedom of the plateau, from which there was
no show of escape except through the cavern
retreat of the outlaws; for above him rose a
sheer wall of smooth rock, while below him
yawned a. frightful abyss, the bottom of which
was many hundred feet deep, down in the mazes
of the tangled web of a mountain dead-fall.

 

Thus the situation stood, at the time of our
narrative, with a terrible fate in store for the
prisoner should the ransom money not be forth-
coming at the end of the allotted time, for Red
Ramon was notorious for his fiendish cruelty
and unflinching ri or. He never made a prom-
ise but he ke t it; e never made an enemy but
he struck at 'm.

And young Ellsworth had up rehensions for
the worst to come, for he knew is father to be
one of those stern old spirits who would rather
inaugurate a campaign against an enemy, any
time, than to yield one of those “ almighty
dollars,” of which he had so many stored awa .

And Olney came to a decision that he sho d
not wait and run the chances. Too much risk
was involved; he must rescue himself.

He arose and paced to and fro across the pla-
teau using his eyes sharply about him. There
was ut one way that escape could in any way
be effected, and it was hours before he discover-
ed this.

Across the yawning abyss, which was not
more than thirty feet in width, at this point,
was a twin plateau or rocky ledge, from which
escape could be made by passing over a rim,
and going down the opposite side of the moun-
tain. But how could this intervening gulch be
bridged over? Thirty feet were there; no man
could leap that distance.

“ I see no hope!” he muttered, sadly, after an
hour of devotion to the project; no way was
opened up. “I shall have to wait for the ran-
som.”

“ But that, even, will not procure our
liberty, for after getting it, Red Ramon wi 1 de-
mand more, and kill you if it is not forthcom-
ing!" ke a low, sweet voice.

Young Ellsworth uttered a shar exclama-
tion, and whirled around to beho d a young
maiden standing near.

She was remarkably pretty in face, and
her form faultless. It took but a glance to con-
vince the prisoner that, like himself, she was an
American.

" IVho are you?” he interrogated, half admir-
inglv. “ IVhy are you here .3”

“ I am Eulalia, the lieutenant’s daughter,”
was the reply. “ I have come to talk with you.
Do you Wish to escape before the courier, Paler-
mo, returns?”

“Yes! yes! I wish to get out of this quick-
ly !” was the eager reply. “ Can you help
me 3”

“Undoubtedly; but it would be death to me
should my agency in your escape be suspected.
I know these brigands better than any one else.
Be quiet; I will come at dark.”

Then, like a fairy vision, the girl vanished in
the cavern. Ellsworth watched her until she
had disappeared, then threw himself upon
the ground, and dropped ofl into a light sleep.

Night had be to steal with shadowy
somberness over t e mountains when he awoke,
and found that Eulalia had not yet put in her
promised appearance.

T’Vhat could be the cause of her delay? Had
she been deceiving him?

No; he could not believe that; she had good-
ness and truth too plainly inscribed in her pret-
ty face and hazel eyes.

 

 

 

“She will come!” he muttered, anxiously,
peering around. “ But, I cannot see how I can
escape unless like Aladdin’s genii she can cause
a hedge to be built across that gulf.”

The moments flew slowly by, and darkness
was growing thicker, when, to the prisoner’s re-
lief, Eulalia stole out upon the plateau.

She dragged after her a large coil of strong
lasso rope, which she had in some way secured.

“We shall have to work quick,” she whisper-
ed, “for Red Ramon may come to pay you a
visit at any moment.”

With her fair white hands she rapidly formed
one end of the lasso into a slip ing noose, and
{311113111 gathered the remainder o it in her left

d

“In heaven’s name, what do you propose to
do?” Ellsworth demanded, his curiosity aroused.

“ I’m going to put the noose of my lasso
around the stump you see on yonder ledge!” she
replied, and then bracing back she hurled the
r0 with all her strength across the abyss.

'ke an air—serpent it shot zig-mg throu h
space, and then the noose settled about t e
stump.

A smile of triumph was upon Eulalia’s lips as
she wound the re twice around the of a
tree close by, an turned to E115worth.

“ Now as I take in the slack do you draw in
on the rope. It must be perfectly taut.”

Without a question Olney did as he was or-
dered, and soon the rope was at a level and well
strained.

“Now pull off your shoes. You must walk
that rope, or die! Quick; ’tis a choice ’twixt
life and death!” she cried.

Ellsworth did not hesitate; he pulled ofi‘ his
shoes, and with firm nerve stepped out upon the
slender cord that stood, for him, ’twixt life and
death. It trembled and strained fearfully be-
neath his weight, but, with a face white as
death, he ke 1: his balance, and went on. Eula-
he stood wit dilated eyes and watched him but
suddenly vanished as Red Ramon and a half-
score of men walked out upon the plateau, un—
conscious of what was transpiring there; and
ere the could raise a weapon Ellsworth had
sprung rom the rope onto the op ite lateau,
and in a moment more had passe out o sight.

N 0 one could follow him, and one day later he
fell in with his father and a party of herdcrs,
who were coming to his rescue.

Ellsworth has not since seen Red Ramon or
Eulalia, but he hopes some day to meet her by
whose assistance he escaped a promised death.

 

 

Europe to Ar_n§rican Eyes.

Ma. WILLIAM ADAMS, now on the continent,
gives rapid but effective sketches of cities, peo-
ple and things that come under his observation.
From his last letter we may quote these interest-
ing paragraphs:

“ In passing through Belgium Americans are
impressed with the thrift and industry exhibited
by the people, together with their manners and
customs. reversing this fertile countrya fence
will not be visible for 1 es, the only line of
demarcation  a h ge or row of trees.
Abounding in slogmg hillsides and gentle un-
dulatin valleys otted with woodland, check-
ered fie ds and occasionally a narrow stream,
the landscape views of this section are truly
picturesque. On every hand women are to be
seen in the field cutting with apeculiarly-shaped
scythe or binding the sin, their feet protected
by wooden shoes and t e head with a white or
pink handkerchief tied under the chin. Men’s
suits are of blue jean material, with a skirt
bound around the waist, looking novel and odd
in the extreme.

“ Brumels is reached late in the afternoon, a
city of fashionable resort, and said to resemble
Paris in gayety and the manners of the people.
The sidewalks of its leading thoroughfares are
not wide enough for two persons to pass, pedes-
trians resorting to the streets, which are as
clean as a waxed floor and are generally very
smooth. Americans who wonder at this custom
at first, in strolling through the city soon aban-
don the narrow walk for the ease and comfort
of the street.”

' on to Cologne, after visiting the old
field of aterloo, he finds in the great cathedral
much to command attention—one of the most

' cent buildings in the world; he sees the
old, old church of St. Ursula with its cabinets of
skulls and ceiling of human bones—its recious
relics of two thorns from the crown',o thorns
that the Savior wore—its vase in which the wa-
ter was turned to wine, etc etc; and then the
tour up the Rhine is entered u n. Always of
deepest interest .is this route. f what one sees

he says:

“The fertile slo on either side abound
in carefully-train vines on les, luxuriant
gardens, and far above, exten in back from
rocky promontories, ancient ruine castles and
lofty watch-towers. Villages, containing nar—

row, contracted streets, paved with cobble-
stones, and stuccoed dwellings of peculiar con—
struction; while adjacent looms up the spire of
some old church, built in the fourteenth or fif—
teenth century, and its surrounding graveyard
of ancient monuments.”

At the noble old city of Coblentz the tourist
strikes the Moselle—the beautiful Moselle,
famed in song and story. Mr. Adams writes:

“ Coblentz is an important point of the Rhine,
at its conjunction with the beautiful Moselle,
its fortifications on the opposite side bein im-

regnable and termed the ‘Gibraltar 0 the

hine.’ A delightful drive may be had to the
base of the Stozienfels, where we take donkeys
to the castle, nearly 400 feet above. This an-
cient castle was built in the thirteenth centurv,
but was afterward destroyed by the French.
The town of Coblentz presented it as a relic to
William IV., then Crown Prince, over fifty
years ago, who expended half a million dollars
on its restoration. It is magnificently furnished;
paintings and curiosities of interest in every
a ent, and its floors waxed so beautiftu
t t visitors are required to put on overshoee,
resembling moccasins, to avoid marring or
scratching the delicate flooring.

“We waited also the palace, the summer resi-
dence usually of the Empress Queen, who has
been prevented from occupying it this season
since the attem ted assassination of the Empe—
ror. Ehrenbreitstein, with its extensive fortifi-
cations also claimed our attention. Its hight is
400 feet, and the finest view of the Rhine and its
surroundings may here be obtained.”

The journey, however, is not up the Moeelle
but on up the “storied Rhine,” passing places
memorable for their historic associations or
their local beauty, until Mainz is reached—of
which the traveler says:

“At Mainz we visited its cathedral, founded
in the tenth century, but which has been fre-

uently burnt and destroyed. This ancient ca—
t edral is considered as one of the grandest in
Germany, and durin the French war of 1814
was used as a slang fer-house. Near the en-
trance to the cathedral is a statue of Gutten-
berg, and at another point one of Schiller. The
Main flows into the Rhine at this place, and the
city is inclosed Within a heavy wall thirty feet
high. It was founded by the Romans B. C. 14.
The citadel, which we visited, is an ancient Ro-
man relic, and remains of a Roman aqueduct
are to be seen outside of the city. "

Of Strasburg, old Strasburg, so alive with
recent romance, he says:

“Strasburg was of interest to us on account
of the siege it passed through during the late
war, the marks of shells being now discernible
0n the cathedral. In its basement nearly fifty
priests concealed themselves for safety ; through—
out the city ople resorted to the cellar, over
two thousan dyiirgafrom privation and want of

food during those rk days of the siege. The
cathedral was built in the early rt of the
eleventh cent and was finish in the fif-

teenth. Aside rom its valuable collections of
sculptures and paintings, it contains the most
wonderful clock in the world, built forty years
a o. It is a great attraction, especially at noon
0? each day, when the bird flaps it wings and
crows.”

 

Beat Time’s Notes. ’

THERE is nothing so certain as uncertainty.

 

 

IT is an ill—wind that don‘t blow your enemy
good.

 

TOWNS in the Arctic regions are called Ice-
bergs.

 

THE hollower the head the more noise it
makes.

 

 

OLD foxes want no tutors, and young foxes
want no tooters, too.

 

MANYa young man’s hopes go awry at the
appearance of a rival.

 

AN old broom sweeps a husband cleaner out of
the house than a new one.

 

Consrerch is a jewel, and some jewels have
the consistency of paste.

 

'MANY men of many minds; it would be better
if some men had only one.

 

THERE is one consolation: bald-headed men
can‘t part their hair in the middle.

 

THE colonel who arranged the pontoons de—
served to be made a Bridge-adier.

 

MY wife says that I am Impatience on a mon—
ument—she says it in a tombs—tone.

NEVER have two faces under one hood. Girls,
remember this, and take of! your hood.

 

MAN proposes and woman disposes—when an-
other fellow with more money is around.

MAKE ha while the sun shines, but make
haste after t e sun goes down this hot weather.

 

 

A MAN who has a clear conscience is almost
as lucky as a man who is clear of conscience en—
tirely.

 

A YOUNG lady out West advezgpes for sealed
proposals, with the right reserv to reject any
or all bids.

 

CLUBS are always trumps in a free fight.
Hearts are trumps only when there is a woman
in the case.

“WE the jury find the defendant guilty of
bein not guilty,” was the way it was lately
han ed in.

 

 

THERE is a saloon-keeper named Sheriff, and
Sheriff’s ale is what all men in that neighbor-
hood prefer.

“Sm,” said he, indi tly, “you have no
shame.” “ No,” said the other, “but you have
plenty of it.”

THE fellow who lost both limbs in a railroad
accident certainly felt that he was con51derably
limited for life.

 

 

BOAST not of the favors you bestow—unless
those on whom you bestow your favors forget
to boast of them. _

A MAN who was noted for having a relative
hung, said he died from having his cravat ar-
ranged too tight.

REJOICE not when an enemy stumbleth—un—
less at the time he hag-gens to be after you with
a club; then give the. with all your might.

HE was walking along thinking of the Potter
inves ‘ tion and carrying a. paper sack full of
eggs w en the eggs crawled out suddenly, and
—he saved the sack

Now is the time when the small barefooted
boy gingerly watcheth where he ate peth, and as
he goes fast he exhibits, a good (1 of sagacity
in avoiding surreptitious pieces of glam.

 

 

 

THERE is a man out West whose ears are

tting ahead of him, and there is now but
fiztle head to get, too. When he goes to bed he
doesn’t have to yell down to the landlady to
bring up more covers.

 

JANE writes to ask what she shall do with her
hair at night. Well, the proper way is to take
it off gently without mussing it, lay it softly
on the stan , and ut a bootjack on it to kee
it from getting 0 . The probability IS that it
will stay there until she gets up if she gets up

 

soon enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

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~ insides-Adefisix

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