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LET THE GIRLS LEARN FREMONT EAGLE HILL STEWART, Publishers. W. H. HILL, Editor. WHITECHAPEL BY NIGHT.

HORRIBLE SCENES OF MISERY AND RIBALDRY. A Waste of Wickedness in London. A couple most loving these two used to be, A couple most loving and tender, And 50 to the world's end with pleasure would he A service his sweet wife to render. To-night in the gloom they are sitting apart, She trying her sorrow to smother, With tears in her eyes and woe at her heart, For she can't cook as well as his Boston. Courier.

HELP ON. Help on, help on, christian men, That tonir day When Christ shall come, and o'er the earth a Ilold undivided sway. Help on, help on, oh christian child, Ye christian women all: Christ will make strong your hands to help Build up his kingdom's wall. Ilelp on, help on, oh christian child, Sweet child for whom Christ died I Pray for that day when Christ shall come, And with his children bide. Ilastcn it on, oh church of Godt It waits your work and word When, throned on bright descending clouds, Shall come your King and Lord.

To-day the world's united heart. Could pray the Lord Christ down And the red gold of sunset span Ills earthly throne and crown. BITS OF FUN. Tiie old man shivered, but said only, Haste thee!" They passed out of the house and round behind it to the road. At a window above the path stood Janon, He watched the, two figures with straining eyes and when he could no longer see them, he burst into tears His wife stirred in her sleep, but did not waken.

On the mountain the day was breaking. Stienne leaned on his rifle. Firmin knelt by the stream and gazed down into the water. His peasant's blouse was open at the neck and hia brown throat rose from it like a beauti-ful bronze column palpitating with life. At nine in the morning one of the" children Vidal went into the village for help from the neighbors.

There was no ono at the farm of Couloubres but the women, and Tape had como down from the mountains to say that Firmin was dead. He had gone to shoot the trout with Pape in the early morning and there had been an accident while loading the rifle it had dis-dharged in his hands. He was shot in tho throat. A BLIND COLLEGIAN. A man runs and gets warm.

Butter gets warm and runs. Yonkers Statesman. The seas are drying up, according to Wiggins. We must reluctantly confess, however, that Wiggins isn't. Philadelphia Press.

Customer Who is that man who ia making such a terrible row in the back of the store? Clerk That is the silent Boston Post. Customer Have you got the Sartor Resartus? Book Clerk No, sir; the doctor says it's the erysipelas. Lawrence American. 1 A "freak" in Philadelphia offers to wager $100 that he can eat fifty eggs, including shells, in seconds. We'll bet $2,000 he can't, if he will permit us to select the eggs.

Norris-town Herald. Clara What a terrible noise that wagon makes! George Yes, it's dreadful, isn't it I "What makes it groan so, George?" "Why, it is filled with green apples." Yonkers Statesman. Miss Segreen I don't see how the ocean steamers can afford to transport people such a long distance, and board them too, at suoh a low price. Mr. Pegreen (who has been across) Board doesn't cost much.

Puck. Patient "Well, doctor what do you. think about the swelling on the back of my neck? Doctor I don't like the looks of it, as it is in a very dangerous place, so my advice to you is to keep your eye on it. Texas Sif tings. "I am from St.

Louis," said a young man, as he registered at a Chicago hotel. "Oh, well," replied the clerk, compassionately," "put your address down, as New York. Your awful secret will be safe with me. Harper's Bazar. If promoters of Western land schemes, when sending their prospectuses to Mr.

Factandfancy, would kindly refrain from sticking the postage stamp so firmly on the return envelope they would confer a great favor upon a worthy individual. Bos "There goes Jack the Ripper." It was not a cry of alarm that was heard on the Wliitechapel pavement, yet it was a woman's cry, tho gin-voiced 6hout of a young girl who ambled along the sidewalk in draggled skills, with a tattered shawl over her shoulders, her greasyj scraggy hair uncovered, her face bloated, her eyes blind, a creature horrible to look upon. The cry she uttered was meant in jest, It was her idea of fun, and was taken np by a group of her kind, all shouting after a respectable stranger who had como to Whitechapel for curiosity's sake. "There goes Jack the Ripper'," the woman laughed hoarsely, and the cue taken up by the rough men lounging the streets. You might have thought, hau you known nothing of the Wliitechapel that there was nothing so funny is the World as Jack the Hipper.

Yes, they sported with the assassin's name to-night here in horrible White-chapel, and I heard women in the gin shops drinking to the murderer's health. They were merry in their cups according to their ideas of merriment, and they flaunted out upon the street, some laughing at the murderer's name, some venting incoherent defiance Tonight was a typical Saturday night -in Whitechapel. The East end seemed to have turned its million people iiito the broad highway and the principal byways. I went all through Whitechapel tonight, far from the garish high road to tile back alleys, and the stuffy, dingy courts. Narrow and crooked and dark were the streets.

There may have been a thousand policemen lurking in dark corners, but for ten minutes at a time I did not see one, and I went into places so lonely and wretched and gloomy that the sight of them almost made one's flesh creep. Ono does not go alone into Wliitechapel byways after dark, and we were glad to get away from the horrible slums that seemed to have been designed for murder. It is very easy, altogether too easy, to lose one's way in these East end labyrinths, and tho people one meets there are not likely to be friendly. They are burly ruffians, foul-mouthed women, evil-looking beggars, cut-throats, pick-pockets, rascals of all nationaltics. At every turning you hear sounds of fighting; you hear oaths and shrieks and blows and ribald songs and drunken brawls you see humanity of all ages, all in rags, but, saddest of all sights, are the children.

There must be more children in proportion to the population in Whitechapel than anywhere else in tho world. They swarm everywhere; they seem to get into the streets as soon as they are born, and as soon as they can talk they brawl and swear and lie, and then It is only a step to stealing, and the whole catalogue of crimes. It has been warm to-night in Whitechapel, and everybody who could do so got into the streets for air, or for what passes for air in the over-populated East end. I am sure Whitechapel was never more horrible than it is tonight. All its wretchedness and vileness and brutality came forth, sickening to look at, deafening to hear, depressing to think of, and then, perhaps, Jack tho Ripper was prowling among the crowds, with his knife sharpened and ready.

Arthur Warren, listened with his eyes starting from his head, his hands clasping and unclasping themselves about the arms of his chair, his knees rubbing against each other. In the firelight) his leathef-col ored face seemed livid; His lips were dry and they opened, and One could hear his teeth clattering. Janon was frightened. "Fortunately," he said, when he had finished the miserable story, "no one need know of the disgrace. The magistrate himself pities us." lie broke off suddenly; for his father had turned on him with such fierceness at the word "pity." But he said nothing and Janon continued "There is the conscription.

We will say that he has gono into the service. In six years all will be at an end. Then we shall see" Uneasily ho waited for his father's answer. Stienne said nothing, At last ho unclosed his lips: "How much has he stolen?" "A thousand crowns." "What has he done with the money?" "It is all spent." "How?" There was a silence. At last Janon said "It was for tho woman." There was another silence.

Then Stienne said To-morrow ride thou to Toulouse. Take with thee tho sum and the interest which has accrued and pay it to the Spanish Consul to be restored to the rightful owner." "Ah!" cried Janon, "Firmin will not be disgraced!" Stienno raised Ms dark eyes. "Leavo Firmin to me." Janon trembled violently. He would have spoken, but he dared not, for so strong was his habit or submission. Still his sou he determined to speak "Father!" "Go thou to bed, my son.

I will charge myself with Firmin;" and Janon was forced to be content. Stienne was alone. He never thought of going to bed this night. Ho went over to the window and looked out, with his old face laid against tho cold pane. The moon lay full on the snow.

He could see across the farm lands to the tops of tho snow-laden hills. The night was beautiful and serene, but cold cold as death. Stienno reviewed his life. It was a life of many long, happy years each one, it seemed to him, had marked some joy. There was the childhood of sport and the few duties which qualified its pleasures.

The boyhood on tho farm this same farm of Couloubres of which he was now master when ho tended a flock or two for tho old marquis. His strong, young manhood and the joyous day of spring when, beneath the bluest skies of tho glad season, when tho very hills seemed to look down and laugh with joy, he led the prettiest girl in the village into the village church, while tho carillon sounded its silver tones and the peasants gathered from all the country round, and tho bride was so fair in her white gown that M. lo Marquis himself had kissed her hands and vowed they wero the hands of a lady Then came the troublous times which had dethroned his old master, and the day when, with the one thought of reinstating the marquis, he had given all his small hoard for the farm of Couloubres. Then it was a summer evening when tho marquis returned. Stienno could see the golden dust rising in the road under the horse's feet.

He had gone forward and helped his old master to dismount, and, leading him into the house, ho had said oh, how proud-lyl- "Here, M. le Marquis, you aro at home!" And the marquis had not understood at first and had stared at him with tho old, proud glance, and at last when ho did understand, he laid his arms around tho neck of his old servant and wept like a child. After the death of the marquis he had felt tho farm to bo his own for tho first time, and with what joy and prido did he devote himself to its improvement. All the successful years passed in file before hiin! Crops and cattlo were blessed and multiplied. Not a failure not a hardship Janon, his eldest son, married and, within a year, Stienne held in his arms a little crowing tiling the first-born of his first-born Firmin the child who first called him by tho name the peasants' children give their grandfather, Tape, and had learned to lovo him and laugh at the sight of him Firmin the thief! Tho tears which had gathered in the old eyes to which they were rare visitors suddenly dried with tho fierceness of the anger which blazed up in the old man's heart.

That he should havo struggled all these years righteously for the honor of his race, to be overthrown and disgraced by one of his own name one of the family of Vidal. And theft! A small, petty, sneaking crime not tho taking of a life in just anger, but the taking of money to gratify tho caprice of a drolesse Stienne went to tho loft where Firmin slept and called the lad by name. "Yes, Tape!" Come, dress thyself it is three by the clock. Thou must go with me to the forest." In an instant the boy was beside him. Going to the trough of water in the room he bared himself to the waist and plunged his strong, young arms into the water, throwing it over his brown body.

The old man had taken his rifle from its place and now stood watching the young fellow, with a grim, gray face. "To shoot trout!" cried Firmin gaily, catching sight of the gun. Ah, Pape 1" For he roved' the sport, and in a few days the stream would be frojen over. The Norwich man whj has been married and divorced six times is poor material for Mormon proselyte rs to wocfcc upon. i A bucket shop is an institution which causes a speculator's investment to have exactly the opposite effect from that which it is intended to hare.

We are no longer living in the time of Shakespeare, and among sculptors there is beginning to be a discussion whether statuary ought not to be painted in lively colors. The German cannot be accused of slowness whenever anything required by the army demands his attention. It is announced that within a year and a half the gun factories of Spandan, Danzig and Erfurt have produced rifles enough of a new pattern to arm almost 600,000 men. A Chicago man earns a good living by peddling the correct time. He has a chronometer, and it is warranted time.

He has a certain territory which he goes over, and furnishes the housewives in that territory with the time of day once a week. lie gets ten cents a werek from each patron. When the Chicago board of trade shut off quotations the bucket shops received a blow from which they will hardly recover. They cannot get the quotations from the regular board of trade except in an indirect way and there will always be a question in the minds of. traders whether the quota tkms are correct.

Charles Egbert Craddock, who through her brilliant characterizations and rich descriptive powers has won a lasting fame, now resides with her mother and sister at the old homestead in Tennessee, occupies with literary work, and deaf to all overtures on the part of her many admlrors looking to marriage. I TnE proofs are not lacking to ind. cate that the farmers all over the country are becoming more fertile in ways and means for coping with the speculators who have fattened upon their toil, and it is one of the surest grounds for the hope that agrioulturo will recover from its depression and be restored, sooner or later, to its old-time prosperity. The reports indicate that the interest on farm mortgages is being paid much faster than it was a fow months ago, and that very little additional borrowing is being done. It is also worth noting that the owners of matured mortgages are making very low foreclosures, preferring to give the mortgagors more time and a chance to work out of their embarrass-ments.

An original printed edition of thfc famouB letter of Christopher Columbus from Palos is said to have been discovered In Spain. It is alleged to bear internal evidence of having been put in type at Barcelona about April 10, H93. It is a four-page folio, and is said to be "undoubtedly the copy from which the small quarter in the Ambroslan Library at Milan was printed." The United States has become the greatest hog producing country in the world, and hog products are one of the largest Items in our national resources. Notwithstanding the decrees of the German and French governments against the American hog, ho still continues to flourish in greater luxuriance than ever. If hog cholera could be exterminated hog-ralsing would be the most profitable Industry for every farmer.

It will be noticed that since William 11. made up his mind to govern as well as reign, we hear but little about legislation and a great deal about' rescripts. It Is by a rescript, for instance, that the emperor has just introduced important reforms in the army. By virtue of his personal flat he has put an end to the social exclu-siveness and the luxurious mode of living which have hitherto prevailed raong Gorman officers. Reports of the literal atomizing of mine operators who have become too familiar with nltro-glycerino aro not Infrequent Men after driving around for years among the mines, or among the oil wells of the oil belt, with cans of high explosive under the seats of their vehicles, have been scattered in shreds to the four winds of heaven through the unaccountable fulmlnatlon of the terribly potent material upon which they literally sat as they rode.

Few people who have seen the bust of Martin Van Buren in the capitol at Washington, in the corrodor near the room of the senate committee on the library, know that it is the work of Hiram Powers, the famous sculptor. The bust was bequeathed to the United States by a grandson of the origin aL Another bequest from the same source is a portrait of Mrs. Angelina Van Buren, daughter-in-law of Martin Van Buren, and the lady of the white house during his administration. The portrait is by Henry Inman, and it will probably soon be placed jn the white house. ton Transcript.

Howell Gibbon Aw, I'm quite shocked, Tom, to see you going around the streets without a vest! Tom Bigbee (wiping his brow) Whew I When a man wears a flannel shirt to keep cool, Howell, he mustn't, wear anything else he can possibly dispense with Puck. Bobby Don't they ever try to kill the bulls and bears on Wall street, papa? Papa Yes, they do kill them sometimes. Bobby With a gun? Pana No, they catch them in a trap How Arthur Elmer Hatch Made His Way In College with Sightless Eyes. As an examle of a plucky struggle for an education in the face of almost insurmountable obstacles, the career of young Elmer Hatch of Lewiston Ale. has rarely been equalled or excelled.

He was born of poor parents about twenty-seven years ago, in Franklin county, Me. When about two years old he was deprived of his sight by disease. In 1870, at the age of eight years, he was sent to tho school for the blind at South Boston. His parents were too poor to accompany him, and young and helpless as he was, he made the trip alone. He went by boat, and on arrival at Boston he asked a bystander to call a policeman to aid him in getting across the city, and to be certain that he was not being deceived, made the officer lift him up until he could feel of his shield, and thus be certain that it was an officer.

He remained at the South Boston institute for ten years, taking a common English course, and learning the trade of chair bottoming. He did not, as most of the pupils did, take a musical course. He left the school and returned homo in 1880. Soon after his return, as he expresses it, "I conceived the idea that a blind man ought to have a college education as much as any ono else, and I determined to have one if possible." In the fall of that year he entered "Wilton jyademy, of which Prof. I.

C. Phillips, a Bates graduate, was principal. Prof. Phillips took much interest in young Hatch and aided him materially in fitting for college. His lessons were learned by the aid of his mother and fellow students.

His mother read his English studies to him until ho had them firmly fixed in his memory, and his Latin and Greek ho learned with the assistance of the other boys. When his turn came to recite, instead of reading tho text from the book himself, the teacher would read a passage and he would then translate and give its grammatical construction. Geometry he mastered by means of a cushion upon which he outlined the propositions with pins and twine. Sometimes his mother would draw the geometrical figures, reversed upon a sheet of paper, and then prick them through, so that he could feel the figure in its proper form upon the back of the paper. He was also aided in his study of geometry by the aid of kindergarten blocks.

At the' academy he also undertook the study of French and German, as it was still uncertain whether he would be able to get through college. His expenses he met by working at his trade of chair bottoming, getting work from tho New Sharon chair factory. He graduated from the academy in 1884, and after remaining out a year to earn money, entered Bates College in the fall of 1885, with the class of '89, with which he graduated. His studies at college were pursued in the same manner as at the fitting expenses of his course he has met himself, chiefly by lecturing upon educational and temperance subjects in different parts of the State. On one of his lecture tours in northern Maine he met with an adventure which might well have proved disastrous, but from which, with his usual pluck, he extricated himself safely.

Travelling alone through tho woods he accidentally turned oil" from the main road on to an unused wood rood which penetrated for miles into that Maine forest of which it has been said: "The whole State of Massachusetts might be set down in the middle of it and it would take her peoplo a day's journey to make their way out through the surrounding forests." Hatch wandered into this woods for a distance of six or seven miles, but finally discovered his error, and after much difficulty succeeded in retracing his steps to civilization again. The professors at the college speak in high praise of his ability, his integrity of character, pluck, and steadfastness of purpose. During his course he won two prizes, one for debate in his sophomore year, and one for excellence of English composition in his junior year. In politics he is a third-party Prohibitionist, and in religion a Second Ad-ventist, and he is pronounced and outspoken in support of his belief. For the present he will continue lecturing, but he hopes ultimately to be able to teach history in some school, a task which his remarkable memory for facts and dates seem to render possible.

Eanjily oijor. The Marquis d'Ayrunac having emigrated the Involution confiscated his domain, which comprised an entire valley in the country of Foix, not far from the mouth of the Aricge. The chateau was demoliHhed, the property divided into lots and sold, A former vassel of the marquis and head keeper of his flocks bought the most important section at a nominal price. This man was Eticnne Vidal. The piece of property was known as the Farm of Couloubres.

When his old master returned from exile and came sadly to visit his devastated homo, Eticnne or Stienne, as he was called by the peasants, restored to him tho Farm of Couloubres, saying Take, Master, thy own. I have but held it in trust." A few years after the old marquis died. When his will was opened it was discovered that the farm of Couloubres, twenty thousand crowns and his favorite riile were deeded in grateful remembranco to his faithful friend and servant, Etienne Vidal. The name of Stienno's eldest son was Janon, and his eldest son was called Firmin. Ah I Firmhi was a handsome ono and a gay one! Tho girls in the village ogled and sighed for him as he passed.

He had curling black hair and laughing brown eyes. His lips wore red and his teeth were small and straight and white. Then he had a neck like a young bull so firm and strong and his peasant's blouso bared it to the kisses of tho sun until it was as crisp bread. Janon loved Firmin as he loved nono of his other children. Janon himself had been taught to read and write and was by nature, clever, and finally ho was made mayor of tho village.

Then Stienno's happiness was complete and ho knew that tho Blessed Virgin loved all tho family of Vidal. Ono day Firmin disappeared. He loft a letter behind him. lie said' ho had gono away with a woman who belonged in auothcr village. Janon wept.

Stienno shed not a tear, but forbade tho name of Firmin to be spoken. One night after a whole. year, Firmin came back to tho farm. His feet were bleeding ho had walked all the way homo. Stienno bade him come in and rest, and gave him food, and when his foot were well, ho gave him work on tho farm.

Firmin worked faithfully did everything ho was told, but asked nothing, for ho was humble and ashainod. And after a year Stienno forgave him and his sin was forgotten. One morning Janon was sent for by the magistrate of tho village. He rodo in from tho farm and went to tho magistrate's house. Ho found tho worthy man with a long face, and yet there scorned a smile somowhere hiding so that it could not be scon.

Janon seated himself and his heart became suddeidy heavy. "My good friend," said tho magistrate in a sorrowful voice, "I havo bad news for thee and for thy poor, old fathor." And lie covered his face with his handkerchief. "The family Vidal has boon so respcctablo and yet there's a thief in our midst." Janon trcmblod. "Who is it?" ho asked. "Thy son, Firmin." "What has he takon?" "A thousand crowns from a merchant in Barcelona.

Ho has spent them on his sweetheart." "What will be dono with him?" "Wo will send him out of the country. No one shall know of your disgrace. You may say that ho has enlisted in tho army. You may bring him hero yourself." The magistrate was not a bad man at heart. He had felt some little malicious pleasure to find ono black sheep in tho immaculate flock of Vidal, but Janon's dignity, courage, and grief had touched his heart, and ho would do his best to protect tho honor of his respected name.

Janon went sadly home. "What wilt thou eat?" asked his wife. "I have oaten," ho answered. This was a lie, but ho did not know what he said. Soon Steinne came in from the farm.

Janon seated himself besido him. "Father," he whispered, "send the family to bed. I must speak privately with you." "Go you all to bed," said Steinne, soon after. "Tomorrow is a busy day and you must be up betimes." And they all obeyed him unquestion-ingly tall sons and daughters and little grandchildren. When they were alone by the fire, Janou rose and going to his father's side laid a hand on his shoulder: "Father! One of us has fallen." The old peasant threw back his head fiercely and glared at his sou.

"And is it thou?" "No, father," said Janon. "It is Firmin. Then he recounted everything he had bwd from the magistrate. Stienne An Unavailable Vacancy. Apropos of this situation a Naval officer tells a good story on a certain and pinch them to death.

Burlington Free Press. Nugent Spance Well, madam, there is nothing so appropriate for an innocent child as white, pure white Mrs. Fauntlcroy Well, I'll look at some white suits, Are they on this counter? Mr. Spance No, ma'm; these are barkeepers' jackets. Tins way, please I Judge.

Young Husband My dear, after a year of unremitting labor and closest economy we have, I find succeeded in saving $300. Wlat 6hall we do with it? Young Wife Well, my dear, we both need rest. Let's go to a Summer resort for a week. New York Weekly. Magistrate (to woman charged with drunkenness) You must pay a fine of five shillings.

Prisoner Sure, then I've but two shillings in the world. Magistrate Very well, you must go to prison. If you hadn't got drunk' retired admiral. He was a chronic applicant, and as he was not thought to possess sufficient Avit, talent or ability to fit him for any responsible place, his wants were seldom honored with the giving. He applied for everything in sight, sometimes for two or three tilings at once, and as he was often on waiting orders around Washington, he had good opportunities for pushing his claims.

He smelt vacancies far ahead, and would often apply for places months ahead of time. Once the post of surgeon-general was vacant but not being a "doctor" the admiral was barred out. He was sitting in one of the Navy Department rooms one day reading, hidden by a desk, when a passing officer stopped to chat with the clerk who abode there. "Who's to be made surgeon-general? he asked jocosely. "Old Admiral of course," was the half-laughing reply of the clerk, ignorant of the presence behind him.

"By George!" cried that person himself springing to his feet, "You don't mean it. When was it done?" It took some time, to convince him that he had not been made a surgeon-general despite his failure to make application. On another occasion he was chatting with a brother officer in the Navy Yard digesting the news of the day, which the other read out piecemeal from a newspaper. Suddenly the reader started and lowered his paper. "Heavens and earth," he exclaimed to his startled visitor, "here's a vacancy for you at last!" "What is it?" was the excited response.

"Quick, tell me what it is!" "The Empress of Russia i3 dead," the officer managed to ejaculate between his shrieks of laughter. The disgusted wauter never survived the title of "the Empress." with your money you'd have had enough to pay the fine. Tropical Times. Omaha Chief and when the shooting began you ran away from the melee? Proud Policeman Yes. O.

C. Did you not know you would be called a coward all your life? P. P. I made a hasty calculation to that effect, but I thought that I would rather be a coward all my life than be a corpse for fifteen minutes. Omaha World.

The following touching lines are credited to a paper in New York's rural districts: "It is with deep regret that we chronicle the death of II. of New York. He passed away on Monday morning, March 25, after an illness of a little more than three days. We had been acquainted for five years. We began in the poultry business at the same time, both buying Wyandotte eggs of the same man.

The writer soon gave up the breed, and kept only Langshams. But George kept Ms Wyandottes, bought only the best, bred carefully, and though we have seen many fine birds we know of few which lay more and larger eggs or breed finer chicks than his do. We have had many fowls and eggs of him and would as quick trust him as our-elf to ship eggs or to select-stock," Thrifty Cherokees. The Secret Safe. I am from St.

Louis," said a young man, as he registered at a Chicago Hotel. Oh, well," replied the. clerk compassionately "put your address down as New York. Your awful secret will bo safe with me "'-Earner's Bazar, The Cherokee Indians support over a hundred common schools, with an aggregate of pupils, and a high school for boys, with 211 students. They are just completing a seminary that" will 9eoainoiuie 1C5 students..