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Tight Lucing. 1 It would seem almost a waste of time t01 decluini against the custom of tight liming ;1 but. up can :ilnielimes me it wise to point it} moral and H'I'YQ as: an illustration. Such \vas1 the case of Emma Plant, an English servant girl, who died suddenly in Nor-wood not long since, and whose death a. coroner’s inquest decided to be due to tight lacing. Of course the act of death was only the closing scene in a drama of dying by inches for weeks or months ; or, at least, ever since she began the foolish practice which restricted her to just nineteen years of existence. It is useless to argue with the perversity of taste which sees beauty in an utter Want of proportion between bust and waist, nor. apparently, is much to be gained by telling the fair fanatics who so indulge that, while doctors condemn and de- nouuce the practice, arfists abominatc it andThe‘ creature known as marriageable man never like it. Yet at least let those who set the fashion to silly girls like the last victim ot tight stays read Charles Reade's story of “A Simpleton,” where they will find “sermon with illustration and application combined.“ ‘ Sis-e11. A writer, telling of sleep, says that it Will do much to cure irritability of temper, pee- vishnoss and uneasiness. It will build up and make strong a weary body. It will do much to cure dyspepsia; particularly that variety which is known as nervous tl\ spepsia. It will relieve the languor and prostmtion felt by' consuinptivevi. it. will cure hypochon-Iria. It will Clll'u the headache. It will cure neuralgia. It will cure a broken spirit. It will cure sorrow. Indeed we might make along list at nervous maladies that sleep will cure. (‘oflee in Typhoid Fever. Dr. Guillasse, of the French Navy, recom- mends coffee in typhoid fever. He says :I “Uoiiec has given us unhoped-tor satisfaction; after having dispensed it. we find, to our great surprise, that its action is as prompt as it is decisive. No sooner have our patients taken a few tablespoonsful of it than their features become relaxed and they come to their senses. The next day the improvement is such that we are tempted to look upon cof- tee as a specific against typhoid fever. Under its influence the stupor is dispelled, and the patient rouses from the state of somnolency in which he has been since the invasion of the disease. Soon all the functions take their natural course and he enters upon convales- cence.” He gives two or three tablespoonfuls of strong black coffee every three hours. The Value. at Cereals as Food. In a lecture on the chemistry of food Prof. Church gives some points in regard to diet which are suggestive and practical. In speak. ing of the cereals or grains, he says the best of all for breadmaking purposes is wheat. 'Ihis is believed to be due principally to the character of the nitrogeneous matter of wheat. The main constituent is fibrine, and it can be readily obtained for examination by making’ a Jittle. flour into a dough and water, and then washing; the starch out by means of a stream . of water. There is then lotto grayish yellow, tough (alas ic mass, which is gluten. Speak- ing of puns, beans, and various kinds ofpulse, it was pointed out how much more nearly the different kinds agree in composition than the ' cereals do. The great drawback to the use of various kinds of pulse is that they are difficult to digest. They are an excellent theoretical food, according to analysis, but they are a. severe tax on digestion. Of all the beans none presents a better typical food than the Soy bean. Lentils have been much spoken of lately as a good food, and they undoubtedly al‘m'ouch to a geod typical food, but they are bitter, astiriugcnt, and not easy of digestion. It has come to be pretty well recognized that the food of man doingliui'd work should have flesh formers to licet~uivnrs in proportion of 1 to 4:}, an! that the food of a. child should hive l to 7. Bread gives 1 to 71}, while the heat-givers are even more than a child wants ; so it is not a good food by itselt. Pulse gives (taking an average) 1 to 2;, which is far too small. In the calculations heat givers are reckoned as starch. Potatoes give 1 to 16. according to the latest analysis, the old, 1 to 8, being evidently in error. Onion is 1 to 4. an excellent proportion, though onions are not much in favor as food. In looking at the relative values of flesh formers and the heat givers in foods the actual amount of water must not be forgotten. 0 «39,0 EhrdffiflP-‘Ets .1H dunk-Uhmh‘mvâ€"‘b-imrfl pâ€"Jmmamnnu 4 A lauly on Gymnanlicl. For many years past I have been convinced: that the mania for gymnastic exercises, aih. letic development. and muscular power has been productive of a vast deal of harm. Years ago the theory in vogue for gaining health was dieting, and hundreds of people dieted themselves into insanity or the grave. Now the mania is for exercise, and hundreds of young men, and (although it may seem to be a ridiculous statement) young women also, are killing themselves by “exercise.” Nature rebels at “knotted” muscles, and requires the full payment of a serious penalty whenever the folly is perpetrated of developing muscle as a business, through the swinging of dumb- bells and Indian clubs. The long walks, which are taken too frequently and with quite too much vim, under the influence of a spirit of emulation or to win a bet, are productive of far more injury than benefit. But. most of all, I want to call attention to the idea of daily bathing. It is a simple form of suicide. lacking the element of crime, because done through igiioranchacking tliehorror. because it also lacks the crimson stains and mangled form of the ordinary suicide. Our young men are not conteut until they are scrubbed bald-headed by the willing bar- ber, and look In their youth very “near of kin," indeed, to their aged gmndsires. Were it not for the exceeding tenderness and the quick rebellion when the whiskers are tam- pered with, and the fact that fashion benevo lently and fortunately guards them, no doubt they, too, would be shampoohed out of exist- ence so efiectnally as to leave the “coming man” Without that becoming adornment. The 0001‘ body is literally scrubbed out of existence. Nature guards her outposts very jealously, but she cannot do double duty in one direction without signal failure in some other. Consequently, when the surface of the body is daily denuded of the cuticle under the vigorous application of the barbarous “coarse towel,” 'she must repair damages at the expense of the digestion or the natural eliminatious of morbid matter; some organ loses the harmony with its fellows which is necessary to a perfect whole Cleanliness is not only ”next to godliness,” but a. very large part of it, and it is highly important that bathing should be employed as a hygienic force ; but not the showervbath when an ex- hausted body is slowly waking from an un- natural sleep; nor a cold Sponge when the day's duties have exhausted mind and body both. To change the clothing frequently and permit a thorough airing, to expose the en- tire surface of the body for a few moments to the air of the room on rising and retiring, a light brushing with a soft brush or a fine towel. and a good bath once or twice a week are all that an American can endure and retain health. Lighgexercise of those muscles not called into play in the daily routine is also desirable, but it should be calisthenic, not gymnastic, and should not include a vigorous pounding of the chest, than which nothing can be worse for the lungs. USE Edison‘s Belts for Female Weakness they assist nature to overcome disease. VVhen 1116 sun in splendor shone- When all sum was robed in beauty, Love among the flowvm had grown To be much nkin to duty. ‘ Then I thnughc, “wmh they dom- name Summer's su eetneks I‘ l rmnsmber ; And 1"] lave thee just ‘110 sumo In I right June and flux}; December." Now the flowers no logger lulogvâ€" Now the fie a: tune 10am Lheir gicry; Blasting \viud~ me \xhistlinx: low, All tlm world is hard mud huury Now, whene’ pt I bumthe thy name, Summer is s“ cemess 1 remember; And II vs thee just the mine In bright Jum- and dnrk December. THE H0 USEHOLD- FIDELITY. VA LADY PHYSXCIAN “ Ed. Van Thusen !" ms I write the name, happy days spent in the rocky mountains come back to me in a very leap-tide of pleasant re« collections. I was alone in the mountains in the service of the Northern Pacific Railroad Company as a mining engineer. I had been fishing in nameless mountain brooks,‘ fishing lazily. When I landed a big trout I generally stretched myself under the evergreens and admired the fish; or I celebrated my success by a smoke. . Lazy as my fishing was, it kept me supplied with food. One bright October day I resolved the limits of the little coal field in the Mullen Pass. Mounting my horse, I rode into the forest. Soon finding an open space covered with bunch grass, I decided to camp there. and from that point study the field on foot. So, throwing my blankets under a tree, I un- saddled my horse and picketed him on the grass with a long rope. I tested its length, and, finding that he could get water, I knew he would not suffer if I did not return for several days. Strapping a full cartridge belt around me, fastening my rille on 'my back, I picked up my trout pole and walked off. A little after noon I had finished my investi- gation of the northern edge of the coal field. ‘Bcing hungry, I filled my pipe and sat under a bush while I debated what I should have ‘for dinner. I had a choice between trout, as {yet uncaught. and grouse, as yet unshot. I ‘had forty cartridges; they were worth four cents each ; I could get no more ; I might need them when I went North. So I decided to have trout. They cost nothing. Finding a deep pool, I soon landed three fine fish. Then starting a fire, I coated the fish with a thick layer of clay, and when the fire burned low I placed them in the coals. Scarcely had I done so when I heard light footsteps, the snapping of dry twigs. From out of a dense growth of young evergreens came a man. Looking at him, I summed him up quicklyâ€"â€" mentally checking him off as though I were entering a recruit 0n descriptive rollâ€" tawny yellow hair, large brown eyes, long straight nose, full red lips, square chin, wide smiling mouth, full of strong white teeth, complexion of milk and roses under a brown- ish hue ; six feet four inches high, slender, erect, weight about 180 pounds ; about ‘22 years old ; Sharp’s rifle in his hand, belt full of cartridges ; wonder who he is ; niceAlook» ing chap in his new suit of buckskin. There observations were made inaudibly and made instantly. Standing motionless he looked at my fire ; then seeing me, walked at once to- ward me. I rose up, looked him in the face. Our eyes met. Each had read the other at a glance. Holding out his hand he said : ”How ! My name is Ed Van Thusen." I grasped his hand and said : “ How l Mine is Frank Wilkeson.” I liked him from the in- stant our hands clasped. Looking into my fire with curious eyes, he imdicated with index finger three wedgeâ€"shaped clays and asked, “What are those things 7" “ Those objects that you speak disrespectfully of as things are three trout wrapped in clay. They are our dinner," I replied. Ed looked amused, and then said, “ It is a new way of cooking to me. If it is good for trout, it should be good for grouse. Delay the operation. I saw some foolâ€"hens a few yards back in the forest. I’ll get a couple.” He walked back into the thicket, and soon I heard two reports of his rifle, and in a minute after Ed came walking to the fire with two headless fool~hens in his hands. We rubbed the clay into the feathers and rolled more about them until the 1 coating was of the proper thickness ; then the birds were placed in the centre of the fire, and Ed and I lay under the trees talking. He was a miner, but, having tired of the work, had gone hunting and fishing in the mountains for a week or two. His blankets were further up the stream, in a little glen where there was good grass. “Would I go up and camp with him ‘3“ I would, So, leav- ing him to watch the fire and our dinner, I walked down the stream to my horse, saddled him, and, throwing my blankets on the sad- dle, walked back, the horse following like a. dog. Ed, seeing me coming, poked the clays out of the coals with a stick, and cracked them open with a. stone, and our dinner lay on the half shell by the brook when I reached the fire. We ate and while eating planned an elk hunt. We smoked after our meal, and talked until the sun was low in the west. Then, shouldering our rifles, we walked up the valley the horse following. Edhad pitched his campwthat is, his blankets -in a clump of pines by the bank of a brook. Across the water was a little meadow of ten or twelve acres. His horse was pieketed there. Un- saddling, I turned my animal loose, knowing he would not leave me. We were high up in the mountains and in an unfrequented place. Game was plenty. The trout bit well. The air was frosty 0’ nights. One night as we lay in our blankets, discussing a wonderful shot I had made that day (I had missed an elk at twenty yards), the talk became biographical, then grew confidential. Ed was telling me of n valley he knew, where he believed there was plenty of placer-gold, when I broke in on the mining speculations with : “I see you have had the smallpox. How did you get that disease ?” The question brought him into a, sitting posture, and then rising to his feet he rebuilt the fire and answered, “ I will tell you a story.“ Without another introduction he began : VOL. XXII. “ In 1869 I was prospecting for gold in the streams that flow down the west side of the Rocky Mountains and empty into the Flat heed River. I had no success, and became discouraged. I resolved tocross the range by one of the many passes; and prospect in the valleys on the eastern slope of the mountains. I knew this land was secured by the Black- feet war parties, as the war of 1859 was then raging, though the raging was all on the Blackfeet Slde, the settlers fleeing to the milig tery posts and the towns for protection. I had descended into the valley of the Marius, and had panned out plenty of ground without getting‘ a color. I resolved to go further down the stream ; 80. leaving the valley, I rose up to the plains and rode to the eastward. Outâ€" ting off at big bend of the little river, I (mine to the edge of n 1311113. Carefully. I looked over. Below me was a little glen. The high bluffs receding from the river bank and de- scribing a circle enclosed some thirty sores of meadow and a little grove of poplar trees. Cautiously I looked and made out the tops of several lodges standing in the grove. This was a pleasant discovery. Then I noticed that there were no horses to be seen; so I dis- mounted. and lying down behind some rocks watched the camp. After an hour of watch- fulness I was convinced that there were no Indians in the village. Not a sign of life could I see; no smoke. no blackening of the leaves of the trees. A careful examination of the bunch grass with my field glass showed me that it was in seed, and that it had not been grazed on. Still afraid that there was some trap, I hesitated. when I saw seven ‘ white-tailed deer walk out of the woods. stand an instant, then slowly feed back into cover. Knowing that they would not stand near an Indian village. I at once mounted and rode down a trail into the valley. I struck a. heavy trail leading into the grove. It had not been used lately, {l5 1 saw spiders’ webs stretched across it. I rode into the woods and soon came on the camp. There were twenty lodges, the tents in two rows. I sat on my horse and looked carefully at the deserted village. The birds flitted from tree to tree. Some sat on the lodge doles and sang, Spiders‘ webs stretched A flluNTANA NI INEB. B! FRANK WILKESON from bunch to bunch of the gross. I thought all the spiders in Montana had spun their webs there. Every lodge had its door sewn up. 1 say every lodge, but there were two or three open. I was awe-stricken and strongly inclined to ride away without further investigation, but decided to look into this strange condition. I dismounted, and cut 'a slit into the first lodge. Looking into the gloom of the tent, I was startled to see many Jndians sitting around the walls all blanketed, all motionless. Enlarging the slit by a cross slash so as to admit the light, I was shocked to find that these were dead Indians. The circle of dead men seemed to be grinning a. welcome to me. Their stony, white teeth glistened brightly. The empty sockets JO their eyes all seemed to be turned on me. I would not have been surprised to have had a bony arm and fleshless hand come forth from under the rotted blankets and beckon me to ente1. The arms of the dead warriors la) ' before them or at their sides. Thele were bowsm r\nd quivers fillled with long war erroxxs, and flint lock muskets Hanging above them on the lodge' _poles were. bunches of woun- eaten jerked meat. I looked into several of the lodges. All were the same. In each a circle of mootionless Blackfeet warriors silently waiting the call to take up their arms and enter the happy hunting ground. One tent, the largest, had but a single occu- pant. His hair was decked with feathers. Hanging around the fleshless neckbone was a great necklace of the claws of the grizzly bear. the points of the claws hidden between the ribs. Above him, fastened to a large pole, dangled a bunch of Indian scalps ; a full belt of cartridges was buckled around him. His blanket was thrown across his legs, and lying on his lap, with the fleshless hands grasping it, was a breech-loading rifle. There sat a war chief with bow and full quiver to his back, ready to engage in fight the minute the soul should again be breathed into him. Leaving him to await the summons I went to the tents that were opened. These I found had been plundered. The dead had been thrown down, their skulls apparently kicked out, as they were not to be seen, and the smaller ones had been scattered over the ground. Saddles were gone, blankets were missing. Indignant at the outrage that had been oiiered to the dead of a brave people, I was about to enter the lodge, when it seemed as though I heard a voice speaking, so dis- tinctly was the idea conveyed to my brain. It said : “You ass ! This is the village of the Blackfeet dead " ; then slower, as if the words dropped into my ears one by one, “Theyâ€" died â€" oiâ€" small-pox." Instantly compre~ bending my danger, I ran to my horse. mounted and rode quickly away. I was afraid to look back, for fear the dead warriors were standing outside their lodges motioning me to return. I was dreadfully nervous, actually ; frightened. Then horrors of the village . haunted me and drove me from the valley. I ‘ went north to the Milk River. Not finding color there, I crossed the range and descended to the Flathead hivcr. I was tired of pro- specting, and, being still nervous, I thought a month’s fishing and hunting would reâ€" store my nerves, and I hoped would remove the spectre of the small-pox village and its ghastly inmates from my mind. I had crossed the range by one of the Milk River passes, and had come down the, western slope some distance above Flathead 1 Lake. Riding down the valley, I saw horses 1 with ropes on their necks, grazing on a plain , where a brook joined the main river. Sus- peeting Indians, I hid in a thicket and ex- . amined the plain closely with my glass. I could see nothing except the horses and some objects under a thorn-bush by the side of the creek. I rode to the bush. There, in a filthy condition, and in the eruptively loathsome state of small-pox, lay two men, miners like myself. Their condition was indescribably ofi'ensive and pitiable. The iron prospecting pans lay near them, also bacon, flour, rifles, and great quantities of blankets. I dismounted, unsaddled my horse, turned him loose, and building a shelter of blankets, at once oegan cooking and nursing for those men. I nursed them long. W hen they were mendingâ€"had recovered so that they could walk about a little .1 took sick. 1 was chilly ; little waves of cold run down my backbone ; I had head- ache ; had a fever; these grew worse for a few days, and then I knew nothing, until I woke up to find myself as loathsome an ob- ject as ever was seen. The two men I had nursed had nursed me. They told me that they contracted the disease by breaking into the lodges of the dead Blackfeet on the M arias and stealing their blankets. I naturally was angry at this, and expressed myself freely. Frank, those two men resented the fretting oi a sick man, and left me alone to get well the best I could ; not only left me. but they stole my horse. I lay around until I got strong, and then I fished and hunted and slowly walked to the mining camp on Dog Creek. When I meet those miners, if I ever do, I shall kill them. Now you know how I got the smallpox.” â€"u~<u.“‘ ” In wonder’s name, man, what madeâ€"you stop with two utter strangers and nurse them through the small-pox ? You could not have cared for them. What difference did it make i to you Whether they lived or died ‘2” Never ‘ will I forget the look the grand old fellow i gave me as he said : “Well, by God, what i else would I do ?” I was a hopeless task to i try to heat selfishness and inhumanity into j, his handsome head ; so that conversation ‘ dropped, with a. huge increase of admiration on my part for my comrade. Long after Ed thought I. was asleep I could hear him giving ' vent to snorts 01" astonishment, and in a be- a wildered. injured undertone repeat the only‘ profanity I ever knew him to be guilty of : “Well, by God l" Once I saw him rise 011:: his elbow and look into my face as I lay my back. The full moon shone brightly VilfifiiedLat the story I looked tat Ed an said : me, Em‘d then he lay down muttering, “By God, he was only jpkjm; !_" The next day I finished my engineering rev connoissance, and it was necessary for me to go to Deer Lodge. So I parted from Ed, agreeing to meet him at the mining camp on Elk Creek in a week or ten days. Arrived at the camp on Elk Creek, I asked ' for Van Thusen. He had gone fishing. The camp was in a narrow valley. Steep hillsides arose from the water almost, To the south the slope was wooded. The northern slope was bare. The stock of the camp had eaten ‘ the bunch grass very close. The strong winds constantly blowing had shifted the top soil. It was gone, leaving the delicate. wiry roots of the grass standing above the soil in moss- like clumps, There were a few stunted pine trees with ragged limbs on the north- ern slope, all leaning to the north- east. There was no fun in this camp ; so I went to the low log saloon. Put~ ting my blankets and rifle behind the be)“ I told the barkeeper that I was a. friend of Van Thusen's. and wanted to sit around until he returned from fishing. There was a stove in this saloon. a number of stools, five blanket- oovered tables, and a few cigar boxes filled with poker chips. Back of the bar. on a rough shelf. stood an array of white bottles. Many small greenish drinking glasses with thick bottoms were on the bar. At one end o.’ the bar stood a pair of delicate gold scales. On hearing mv name. the barkeeper took a lively interest in me. and pressed me to parâ€" take of drinks, “ just one little cocktail," but I begged off on the ground that I could not stop at one. In the afternoon a. sudden mountain snow storm came healing down the valley, and the miners, quitting work, came flocking into the bar-room. 1 RICHMOND HILL, THURSDAY, MARCH 18, 1880; was introduced to many as “ This is the l friend Van was telling us about." All were very kind to me. Avolley of profanity issued i from the street in front of the saloon ; the door . was opened and slammed to again ; and i there, shaking the snow from him. stood a ‘ ruflian with two revolvers belted on him. Spanish spurs were on his heavy boots. The brim of his slouch hat was turned up in front, reve ling a mean, scowling face. Strid- ing to th bar he called : “Drinks for the crowd!” One or two only drank with him' He boastfully bragged of his skill in playing poker, and wanted “ some gent'wn .-.m to play." He was accommodated at Once. Declining to play “ freeze out" for drinks. or to play anything, or to drink anything, I worked my way into a corner, and went to work on my note book. All about me I heard, “ Kings up ;” “ Take the pot ;”“ Ace full ; ” “ It beats a flush ;” and I smiled as I heard the doleful voice of a “bluifer” say, ” Nine high." There was a hearty laugh at this exposure of a lean hand. I heard the voice of the strange ruifian who had hesought " some gentleman ” to play with him yelp out, “ Four kings ! That pot is mine.” The low-voiced gentle- man he was playing with said, “ Hold on I I have four aces. The money is mine ! ” With an oath, ”the ruffian pushed back his chair and walked to the bar. He swallowed it full glass of whiskey and then fiercely glared over the room. Filling his glass again, he stood glaring around. Seeing the writing in the corner, he put the glass on the counter and strode over to me. Standing in front of me, he was about to speak, when I rose up, looked him squarely in the face, and asked, “ What do you want? ” Our eyes met. He looked at me for an instant and said, “ Noth- ing. I thought I knew you. ” He walked back to the counter, and 1, looking over the room, saw half a dozen revolvers disappear under the tables, and the miners that handled them smiled to me. I now took a. curious interest in the ruffian. He stood, glass in hand. at the bar, waiting for something â€"â€" standing and waiting, I thought. as many a i time I have'stood by a deer lick. “ You are ‘ watching for game, my friend, ” I said to myself. I watch him, the door opens, and the furious wind, driving the snow before it, rushed in, and in the midst of the snowy mass stood Van Thuscn. He stood. stamp» ing his feet and shaking the snow from his clothing. A dozen men called out, “ How are you Van? What luck, fishing ? ” Some pokenplayer called out, “ Four of a kind. Take a drink with me, Van. ” With a nod and a. smile the handsome fellow stepped up to the bar. As he asked for his liquor the ruffian, with a vile oath, threw his untasted whiskey into Van Thuscn face. Instantly the gambling ceased. Every one turned on his stool and watched Van Thusen. I saw many revolvers drawn and silently cocked. A great silence settled over the room. Stand- ing erect, Van Thusen drew a white handker- chief froni his pocket and wiped the liquor from his face. Then, asking for water, he bathed his burning eyes. Drying them, he replaced his handkerchief in his pocket, and looked at the man who had so outrageously insulted him. He looked into the muzzle of a six-shooterâ€"looked beyond it into the cow- ardly eyes of the brute who held it. 1 saw Van Thusen gather himself and heard him say, in a low, clear voice, “It may miss fire." Taking the chance, a bright, heavy~loadcd knife fleshed out from the back of his neck, and with a forward stride he struck a tremen- dous downwz'. rd blow. The sharp report of an exploding car) 3nd the body of the ruifiian with four ribs cut off and a split heart, falling dead, showed that Van Thusen had success- fully taken the risk of a damp charge or a dirty nipple. Washing off the blood from his knife in a glass of Water. Van coolly remarked, “That man was a coward. Now I will have my whiskey.” He drank it and walked over to me. Of course, I spoke my admiration of the courage he had shown. "1 am not aware that I have shown any,” he quietly remarked, but added with a flush that no one, unless it were a drunken friend. could insult him with- out killing him or getting killed, and then said softly: “Frank. I have never insulted a man in my life." While we were talking some men carried the dead man into a back room. Some one cleaned the floor and the gambling was resumed. me. He wanted to go to the Sun River Valley. and go by way of the Cadotte Pass. so the trip up the Blackfoot River would not be out of his way. Next morning the storm was over and we rode eastward over the Bitter Hoot Mountains, and in a few days were camped. on the head waters of the Big Blackfoot. One night we lay under our blankets on a tiny branch of the river, far up in the mountains. I was just dfipping to sleep when the unearthly cries of a panther, so like the screams of a distressed woman that for an instant I was deceived, woke me thoroughly. We lay awake, listening to the cries, when Ed asked me if I had seen a grizzly bear. Mentioning that I had to cross the Bitter Root Mountains and go to the head waters of the Big Blackfoot River as soon as the storm broke, Van Thuaen said he would go with V “ Yes, I have seen the brute, and I don‘t admire his physical or moral characteris- tics.” Ed lay quiet for a few minutes and then said softly, “That animal is the only thing on earth I fear.” He stopped ; then with a little nervous laugh said : “ Don’t laugh at me and I will tell you something.” \Vithout waiting for me to reply he began : “ Once I was on my way for the Kootenay Pass. I found a man alone in a little log hut, lying sick on his bed. I stopped to nurse him. That man had shot at a grimly bear with an old muzzle-loading rifle. He had missed a deadly shot. The bear rushed for him. He endeavoredfio climb a tree, and thought he was far enough‘ up to be safe, when the huge beast rose and struck one blow at him, fairly tearing the calf of his leg into strings, but not knocking him out of his crotch. Once safely in the tree, the man outset the bear, or the bear got tired or sick from his wound ; at any rate the animal went away, and the man de~ scended and crawled to his little hunting lodge and got into bed. I nursed him until he could hop on one leg‘ Then I shot a deer for him and left him. I had resolved to kill the first grizzly I saw. I was armed with an Allen rifle and had plenty of cartridges. As you come up through the Kootenay Pass there is a patch of bare ground. A few shrubs grow on the thin, shallow soil in clumps. Around this open there is a wall of dense evergreen undergrown. Riding up to the wall I looked through and saw three great grizzly bears, apparently eating something that they ‘ dug out of the ground with their huge claws. Here was my chance. Tying my horse with a rawhide rope to a stout tree, rifle in hand I crawled through the underbrush until I was within seventy yards of the brutes. I rested my rifle on a dead stump of a limb that stood . out from a pine and sighted at the heart of the largest bear. Just as I was going to pull the trigger there arose, as from out of the ground in front of me, the hunting hut of the wounded man I had nursed. One side of the hut was gone. I could see into it. I could see the bed, the man on it, and (in almost a whisper), Frank, I could see In ’self binding and dressing the dreadful wounc . I dropped my rifle. The visitor disappeared. Three times I sighted. rThree times in vivid distinct- ness arose this apparition of the past. t eowed me. I was afraid to shoot. I crawled back to my horse. I sat on him trembling with nervousness. I was throughl ashamed of myself for being sue a coward. I skulked and hid in the brush like a. coyettte until those bears went went away. Then. in a low, earnest tone, “ButI have resolutely determined to shoot the next beer I meet.” For a few seconds he was silent, and then,with a far-off look, softly added: “And I really believe the bear will kill me.” With a distressed laugh he jumped up, rebuilt the fire, and said: “I am not so nervous that I can’t sleep. Get up, Frank, and have one more fishing match with a. man who is afraid of a bear. Get up ! I will fish you a match I Smallest fish cooks a midnight supper.” We fish and I cook the midnight meal. Next morning we pelted, never to meet again. I rode west, he east into the Sun River country. .u. . .u Years after, when in Bismarck, on the Missouri, I went into a great log saloon and there met a party of Montana gamblers who had come down the river expecting to play oards along the line of the Northern Pacific Railroad. Our greeting over, I asked after Ed. Van 'l‘husen. A silence fell on the party. The hard men silently looked into their empty glasses. At length one said : “That grand young chap was killed bya bear in the Marina Pass. Here bring us some whiskey I”â€"this to the barkeeper. “Was the bear dead ’3” I asked. “Yes. A huge grizzly lay a few yards from Ed. cut to bits almost with a knife.” I declined more whiskey, and sadly left the saloon. My friend had met the. fate he had foreseen. The Lawn and Most “’onderlul of Elec lrlcnl Discoveries. (Special to Cincinnntti Enquirer.) Connolly and McTighe.of Pittsburg, patent attorneys, sent their application for a patent on a new invention to Washington to-night. This has not been christened as yet by the in- ventors, but may be called telephote-telicon, or telopticon. The claim made is the ability to transmit the physical wave force of light electricity, similar to transmission by the tel- ephone. It having been demonstrated that electricity is fl creation of solar light, the principle busing this invention is that of the convertibility of electricity back age in into light, and in the process undergone the repro- duction at the point of reception of the object submitted to the action of the solar or powerful electric rays at the point of transâ€" mission. It is claimed by Mr Mc'l‘ighe, with whom your correspondent conversed last evening, that when the new invention is sufficiently perfected for practical use it will be possible for one of the two persons conversing by tele- phone to perceive distinctly at the same time the image of the person with whom he is en- gaged. The practical utility of the invention will, however. be more thoroughly apparent when it is stated that the inventors believe they will be able to transmit instantaneously. from point to point. any written or printed document, a3,for inatance,ono entire side of a newspaper. The reproduction of the image is the result of chemical changes. which are now utilized in the science of photography, and are perfectly familiar to all operators in that branch of science and art. The inventors begun theirinvestigstion of the subject several years ago, the idea being obtained from the first attempt»; made at the development of the telephone. In order to be able to work understandiugly, Mr. McTighe ahd Mr. T. A. Connolly, he Washington member of the firm, took up the subject of photography and mastered it completely. From t1me to time, as they made new plans and discoveries. drawmg and papers were filed away at Washington, with proof of the same, so that they are fully prepared to prove the priority of all their claims should any efinrt be made to dispute the same. The compara- tive impractability of Dr. Lick's diaphote is made apparent from the fact that it requires seventy-twocwires to transmit the image. The telephoto, like the telephone, requires but a single wire. It will transmit the image of any objwt. however large, which. while sent in diminished size. is magnified at the receiv~ ing point. before its production, to the required Size. Mr. McTighe states th'at by his experiments he has been able tn reproduce clearly and faith- fully,in a. dark room at his residenchhe image of persons a: “the other end” of the line. (1x- tendimz from another part of the house. and that. while the telepllote is yet in its infancy. of its ultimate perfection and utility there can be no doubt whatever. A lVlnu Under the Iuflnrnce of Liquor Trim: to Throw Ilimucli Inlo [he Nin- zurn River. The Clifton correspondent of an exchange says : A deliberate altempt to commit suicide was tried on the railway suspension bridge on Friday last. 0n the evening of that day Mr. Albert Willis was coming over the bridge and about the middle,when he noticed a man who was walking some distance ahead of him turn to one side and climb over the railing. He ran to the spot and found a man sitting on the outside ledge with his legs dangling in the air. evidently meditating a. slide into the river 150 feet beneath. He was mumbling " Oh. those beautiful waters," over and over again, when Mr. Willis reached over the rail and took a. firm hold of him. But no sooner did the men feel his touch than he sprang from his dangerous seat and washanglng suspended above the fearful gulf into which he seemed determined to plunge. The excitement gave Mr. Willis almost superhuman strength, and he finally drew his [him back on the bridge and out of immediate danger. The wouldâ€"be suicide proved to be a. man named Richard- son. a painter, living over the river. He had been drinking heavily, and had told his wife he would commit suicide. Deliberate Allemp! to Commit Suicide by Drowning. The Niagara Falls Gazette Bays : About thiee o clock Monday afternoon Michael Mur- phy, Walter Aloxendel' s successor in charge of the stock )m (1-! at Suspension Brinlve de liberately jumped into the hydraulic canal from the Third street bridge in this village. The act was witnessed by a young lady with whom he was walking. and also by several other parties, among whom wasJohn Olifi’ord. Mr. Clifford was working-in front of his shop, near the bridge, and immediately ran to the canal. Murphy could swim, and had appar- ently forgotten how to sink. so that Clifford had but little trouble in rescuing the Would-be suicide. The dripping man was taken into Calladine's saloon on the corner of Niagara and Third streets, where he was finally per- suaded to abandon his suicrdnl intentions. ‘v‘ uxphy had been drinking, and it is sup- posed that he was laboring under a. species iof alcoholic insanity when he attempted to end his career. â€"â€"The )atest importation of Hamburg em- broideries show a tendency to thercvival of open work. Enplish wheels, diamonds, squares, Greek borders, palms. and m-abes- ques. together with geometric and architec tm‘al designs, flowers and folinted humerus, 1111 made up of tiny open squares and round holes. â€"-She may dress in silk, or dress in satin, May know the languages, Greek or Latin, May know fineart, may love and sighâ€"- But she u‘lu‘b no good If she can’t make pie. TEL“ PIIBNE OU'I‘DONE ATTE “PT A“ SUICIDE. ‘Yes. A huge grizzly lay a few yards cut to bits almost with a knife.” I more whiskey, and sadly left the My friend had met the. fate he had \VA N’I‘ED T0 DI F The Police Court hasjust disposed of a very strange man. His name is John Dawson, and the first notice taken of him by any of the officers was several days ago, when he attracted the attention of Sergt. Fields. He was kicking up dirt around a water plug, as though his intention was to cover it up. “ What are you doing ‘2” asked the officer. “ Earth to earth and dust to dust,” said the man. “The Boss above commands me, and I obey.” _ _ . ... . . .~ He had such a way of rolling back his eyes. and could effect such sweeping charges of physiognomy, that the officer confinued to stand watching him. “ Few and evil are the days of my pilgrim- age, said old Jacob, and command the sons of Ham not to forget it. We say world without end, because the world is round. We could say orange without end, or dog’s tail without end. I tell you,” and he rolled his eyes back, “I was commanded by the Boss to come to this town. I am now fulfilling my work,” and steeping down he picked up a string and tied it around a hose pipe lying on the" sidewalk. From this time on he became more notice- able, and finally complaint was made, where- upon he was arrested and taken before the police judge. “ Where are you from ?” asked the judge. “ Texas,” said the man, and his eyes turned so far back that he seemed to he viewing his past life. “ What are you doing here ?” “ The Great Boss ’” pointing upward. “ Who sent you here ‘2” “ The Boss." “ Who is the boss?” “ The Lord.” “ What business are you on ‘2” “ The Lord’s.” “ How can you prove this ?” “ By the Lord.” “ Well, see here, my friend, the Lord is not in the habit of testifying in this court, and unless you can introduce some other witness I’ll have to send you up.” No other testimony was introduced, and the man is now in jail.â€"S’yracuse Courier. ALBANY, March 4.â€"The following is a copy of the memorial presented to Govelnor Cor- nell in reference to the proposed International Park at Niagara. Falls : The undersigned citizens of several States and countries address you by reason of :1 511g gestion recently made by Lord Dufferin that the State of New York and the Dominion of 1 Canada should secureand hold for the world’sl good the lands adjacent to the Falls ofNiagara. The Falls are peculiarly exposed to disastrous i injury. The heights of snow. the precipitoual crass of great mountains. however they may i he disfigured by man, (‘un rarely be disfigured l in a way which would destroy their subliinity. l But should the island and declivities of Niagara River be stripped of their na‘ural woods and occupied for manufacturing and business purposes, should even the posxtioni size and form of the constructions which the accommodations of visitors will call for con- tinue to be srlely regulated by the pecuniary interests of numerous individual landowners, the loss to the world \“ill be great and irre- parable. The danger may be measured by what has already occurrud. The river banks are. denuded of the noble forests by which they were originally covered. They are graded by the incongruous and un- worthy structures made for ad‘ vertising purposes wilfully conspicuous and obtrusive. and the visitor‘s attention is diverted from scenes to the influence of which he would gladly surrender himself by deâ€" mands for tolls and fees and offers of services, most of which he would prefor‘to avoid. Ob- jects of great natural beauty and grandeur are nmong the most valuable gifts which Pro- vidence has bestowed upon‘ our race. The contemplation of these elevates and in- forms the human understanding. They are instruments of education ; they conduce to the order of society ; they draw together men of all races, and they contribute to the union and peace of nations. The suggestion, there fore,that an object of this class so unparalleled as the Falls of Niagara should be placed under , the guardianship of the two Governments whose chief magistrates we have the honor to ‘ address, is a proper concern of the civilized , world. and we respectfully ask that it may by ‘appropriate methods be commended to the Wise consideration of the Legislature of New York. ' Memorial Present-1| to Gov. Cornell, ol‘ New York. WHOLE N0. 1,123.â€"â€"NO, 40. A simiiar memorial has been addressed to the Governol‘AGeneral of Canada. The good brethren of Hartford have been dreaming dreams and telling them at Friday night experience meetings. One worthy deacon has related a. vision in which two brethren met in heaven, and one of them incidentally remarked that he came from earth. The other immediately caught at the idea and remarked with much interest : “ In- deed l I also came from earth.” He re- plied : “ Is that so ? Pray, in what portion of the earth did you come ?” He answered : “ From the United States of America." The other replied : “ Ah 1 you did. I also came from there. How happy I am to meet you and to make your acquaintances Now pray tell me from which of the States you came.” He replied : “ I came from the good old State of Connecticut â€"the land of steady habits.” More interested than ever, he exclaimed 2 “ Is it possible ? If you will believe, I also came from that State.” Here he proceeded to inquire further. “ Excuse me ; but may I ask further, from what place in Connecticut you came 2‘" “ Certainly,” he replied ; “ I came from Hartford.” More astonished still, he exclaimed : “ How strange ! Why, I came from there too, and lived there during all my sojourn on earth, and yet we never made each other’s acquaint- ance.” The inquiry then arose : “ With what particular church in that city were you ‘ connected 5’” He answered : “ With the Rev. ’8 church." He exclaimed : “ Asâ€" tonishing ! Is it possible ‘? I was a member of that same church, and yet we never be came acquainted or even spoke with each other.” The two brethren implored each other‘s forgiveness and asked God to help them to set aside earthly distinctions and to live more in the fellowship of the Spirit and of Christian brotherhood. \VEDDED lAHrTE-«I TRUE INL‘I BENT; (From the New Orleans Picayune.) ‘-‘ Make the bed easy, Mr. B.,” said old Uncle Abe to the undertaker who was prepar- ing the colfin for his aged wife. “ Make the bed soft and easy, for her old bones are, tender and soft and a hard bed will hurt them.” He forgot for a momentâ€"that old, gray‘hnired manwthut she was dead ; that the old bones had done aching forever. Sixty- four years had she walked by his side, a. true and loving Wife. Sixtyâ€"{our years I Just think of it in this age of divorce. Sixty~four years had they dwelt under the same sorrows of life ; together mourned over the coffin of their first-born ; together rejoiced at the pros- perity of their sons and daughters, and now she had left him alone. No wonder he forgot. Her loving hands had so leng cared GERISTI AN BIKO'I‘ IIEBII DOD. 'eefiy INTERNATIONAL PABIK. SENT BY 'I‘Illfi BOSS. for him, for he had been the feebler of the two. “ Until death do ' us "part,” said the marriage service that had united them so many years ago, Death had parted them but the love still survivoda Tenderly had he cared for her all these years, and new did he tenderly watch ihe making of the last bed of this still lm ed “£13,119 had bravely breasted the storm of life with uer by his side, but now that she was gone he could not live, and in a few film‘s the": laid him by her side. An old-time Baptist preacher of this city who has retired from active gospel dealing, but who still keeps a firm eye on the faith, has jus-L had a little experience with a colored man that causes him to think very seriously. Meeting the colored mm the preacher said: “ Dave, ii'you don‘t bring that saddle home I‘ll have you put in jail.” “ What saddle is yer ’furren ter ?" “ The one you stole from me.” “Parson, ’fore de Lord, I nebber stole yu‘ saddle.” ” Yes, you did. I saw you when you took it off of the yard fence, I believe I’ll have you grrqstpd any way.” “ Yes, and I'll have you sent to the peni‘ tentiary." “ Well, so is I, an’ now keteh the p’ints e2 I gin 'em to yer. Dar is jes so many saddles in dis worl‘ what is ter be stole, an’ dar's jun so many men what is ter steal dese sapdles. Dis is predesternation. Now, if yer saddle happens ter be one ob de predisposed saddles, on” I happens ter be one ob de predisposed men, kin I he’p hit? Dar was Judas, fer in- stance. He couldn't he‘p ’trayin’ de Saviour, case de Saviour said, ‘Judns, sop in dis dish {111' go an” ”tray me.’ Hit wasn’t Judss’ fault, case he was one ob dc predisposed, so ‘tended from de foundation oh (la worl‘." u “ Lock heahfparsvon, you‘se 21 Old Baptis’, isn’tiyer.“ ” A lie 6nce told always stands. You have lied to me, you scoundrel, and I believe it is my (luty to h‘uvg you arrestqd." “ I don’t want a religious discussion, Dave. It isn't the saddle now that I care so much about. It is that you told me a. lie in saying that you didn't steal it.” “ Well, den, parson, ’spose I takes back de lie an’ keeps dc spfidk ‘2” “ Parson, dar's jes a certain amount ob lies to be tole in dis worl’. an‘ if I is one Oh de me): what is predisposed to tell one Oh dese lies hit‘s not my fault, an' I can't help hit.“ “ You g6 on now and get that éaddle or I’ll swear oufi aiwgrraqtfpr your arrqsq." ‘ “ I‘ll do de 1108‘ I kin, parson ; but dar‘s 185 a. certain amount of stole saddles to be re- turned in dis worl'. If I s one ob de predil- posed men, an’ I b‘lieves I is, you ‘11 filne yer saddle hangin on de yard fence about sul- down 6.15 e1 en’ ” Notice to Re-opcu the 0an in the Court 0! Chancery. In the Court of Chancery on Tuesday, be- fore Vice-Chancellor Proudfoot, Mr. Crooks made application to re open the case of the International Bridge Co. vs. Canada Southern Railway, and of the Canada Southern vs. In- ternational Bridge Co. The trial of these causes took place sometime ago, when the Vice~Chancellor reserved judgment. In the meantime the same questionsâ€"which are also at issue in the United States Courts-â€" were brought on before Mr. Justice Wallace, of the United States Court for the Northern District of New York. in the form of a motion by the counsel for the Bridge Company to dis- miss the petition of the Canada Southern,filed lor the purpose having the rate of tolls deter- mined by the Courts. This motion of the Bridge Company was refused by Judge Wal- lace. The application is made to reopen the case here for the purpose of admitting more evidence, particulaer in reply to that of Hon. E. C. Sprague, of Bufl'ulu, who had been called as an expert by the Bridge Company to testify as to the interpretation to be placed upon United States law. Accordingly yester- day the Canada. Southern called for the same purpose Mr. Albert P. Laning, another promi- nent legal gentleman of Buffalo, whose evi- dence was principally in reference to the pro- ceedings recently had before Judge Wallace, ending with the production of his Lordship’s decision. on the preliminary motion which was adverse to the Bridge Company. A lengthy argument ensued between Hon. Mr. Crooks and Mr. Walter Casscls for and against the admissibility of such evidenceâ€"viz.. in regard to the exposition of foreign evidence, and what is admissible as suchâ€"and at the close his Lordship intimated that as questions of great importance and extreme nicety were involved in the case. he would be obliged still further to defer delivery of judgment. Mr. Bell, Q. C., and Mr. Walter Cassels appeared tor the Bridge Company, and Hon. Mr. Crooks, Q. 0., and Mr. Cattanach for the Canada South» ern. A DGiUBIJZ BABYâ€"A VERI'I‘ABLE “URI iN CURIOSI'I“ AT 80‘“- BAY, INDIA. There is at present in Bombay a living ob- ject that may rightly be classed among the most curious phenomena. of IQ atnre. At a home in Mazegon may be seen a pair of. female twins, separate in every respect but from the breast-bone to the lower part of the abdomen, which is close‘yjoined. The upper breast of each infant is joined into the other, the outer skin covering both trunks. The twins are joined front to front -, shoulders. arms lower limbs and feet perfectly formed, and development healthy, while the heads are well shaped and the faces really pretty, with beautiful eyes, large and bright. 'lhe twins are 6 months old, are in perfect health, andi measure twenty inches in height, one appear-- ing, but in a very trifling degree, larger than the other. Both have vigorous appetites, and take kindly to the feeding-bottle; are extremely lively, and appear good-tempered. The pulses beat in unison ; they generally fall asleep or keep awake together. and their actions are usually simultaneous, though sometimes one would cry while the other was quietly drawing at the mouth-piece of its bottle. The strangely united pair was born at Dapooli, in the But- nag herry Collectorate, the father being a Mohammedan and a seafaring man, while the mother had beside a gpretty daughter about 10. The infants feed separately, each having a bottle to itself, and drew vigorously of their nourishment. The doctor declares it would be impossible to separate them without extinguishing life. The twins have, up to this time, never grown ill, and to, every ap~ pearance are likely to grow up. THE LONGEVI’I‘Y or ran BRITISH I’EERAGE. «The longevity oi the British peerage was formerly proverbial. The following statistics show that itis so still 2â€"“ Of our 13 Dukes up to 1831 only one was born in the present century, and he (St. Alhens) was a minor. The eventful year justclosed has just finiahedi up that list by the death of the Duke of Port» land. Among the 19 Marquises, one born in the last oentury still remains, and no death is .marked since January 1878. Of 111 Earl-e, 1six of last century yet linger here, while two younger ones have succumbed. Of 25 Vis- counts, four are still 18th century veterans ; their ranks have not been broken in 1879', Passing over the Bishops, we come to the: remaining 986 members oi the Upper House, and among whom. although the exhibit 14 born last century. only two deaths have oc< curred during the year just closed, and these not from among the veterans. â€"If all men were created equal Why is it; that some one ma’h always pushes his way to the front when a. crowd is trying to lift. up w fallen street car horse ? â€"A Connecticut woman bet a. new fiat”: against a buum-t that she could jump, further- than any church deacon in Norwich.” and she: beat the best man by seven inches. Emson‘ s Absorbent .DBIEB will cure Biliimmâ€" 11655. (See pamphlet); [From the Little Rack (Ark) GazetteJ INTE “NATIONAL BRIDGE. PBEDEH’I‘INA'I‘ION. (Bumbay Times.)