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1 THEY WERE DEAD. Petrified Man, Woman and Hog Found in a. Cave in Pulaski County. Somaassr, Ky., February 14.â€"~A sensation has been afloat in the curiosity-loving circles (of this place over the discovery of a petrified hog and man in a cave south of this place, near Tateville, on the Cincinnati Southern. Your correspondent, doubting the truth- fulness of the reports, boarded a train and skipped down there to investigate the affair. , The cave is about one mile from the rail- _ road. The mouth of the cave has the appear- ance of an ordinary sink-hole, and the man who has the llardihood to investigate this .underground world must accommodate him self to a considerable shower of water and wade through about 400 yards of mud. Ac- cording to instructions, your correspondent provided himself with lights, matches and a pair of gum boots and plunged into the more than Egyptian darkness of the cavern. Guided by the faint flickering of a miner’s lamp, we pushed through clouds of bats, and wading through about a quarter of a mile of slush, came into a large and spacious cham- ber, adorned in the most artistic manner by nature's handy artist. Theceiling was stud- ded with hundreds of. white, slender stalac- lites, while stalagnites raised their white- tipped heads in silent wonder through the murky darkness. Amidst the forest of lime- stone columns arose spotless altars, chalky thrones and creamy chairs, made and fash- ioned by the yielding'touch of water. Lighting a bundle of pine knots that we had prepared for the occasion, we placed them in the natural chandeliers, and their glare, shining on the dainty formations, made a scene that was unsurpassed by the most wonderful transformations of Aladih’s lamp. Passing through this lovely depository of nature’s treasures, we came into the chamber that contained the objects of our search. The hog lay near the center of the room, and was perfect in every respect, except the loss of a leg. The stone man was lying near the eu- trance. , Judging from'the stone llatchets and spear heads that lay around him and the forma~ tion of his skull, he must have been all In- dian. After closely examining the bodies, we passed through this room and along a narrow pass age of considerable length that ter- minated in a large and lofty chamber that seemed to be the end of the cave, but on close- ly examining the wall we discovered a small crevice. Crawling through this opening we came to a small 10 by 12 room, but the ob- ject that: at once chained my attention was a small and exquisitely shaped female figure, in the finest state of preservation, lying about the center of the room. The left hand was pressed under her cheek while the other was lying across the breast. The delicately- carved lips were slightly parted. The fore- head was low, broad and intellectual, while .a finely poised nose gave character and strength to the well blended features. As I stood above the marble figure that, perhaps, had lain in this silent chamber of darkness for centuries, I thought if those sealed eyes could open and the beautiful lips move what a strange history they would tell. What the and history of her life ? What misfortune consigned her to a tomb in this cave, where the coming ages would sweep over the im- perishable monument of a people‘defid, for gotten and unknown. ; _._.__ __-. x ..__.._.. ._ EXTINCTION 0F GREAI‘ BIRDS. How the Dodo, the Great Auk and Other Fratherdcl Wonders Have Disap- neared. It is a noteworthy fact that some of the great birds most interesting to naturalists have become extinct, apparently ,within the memory of man, and even within two cen- turies. The dodo (didus ineptus), which was an inhabitant of the Mauritius Island and at- the time of its discovery in 1598 ex- tremely common, has been so effectually eradicated that it is ‘ now only repre- sented by a few pictures of the seventeenth century, and two heads, a foot, a few feathers and some of its bones that are scattered about among the museums of Continental Europe. From the pictures above mentioned and the descriptions of the early voyagers, it appears that this giant among pigeons was a large, bulky bird, weighing seventy five pounds. Its bill was long and strong, and the upper part of the mandible was so horny, arched, hooked and ferocious in appearance that its discover- ers for a long time considered it a ground vulture. Its body terminated in a rounded extremity, being destitute of true tail feathers. having a tuft of plumes to take the place. From Madagascar we have the remains of eggs that were found among human imple- ments that were a good lift for two men, and that, after being cut in two, were \probably used as vessels for holding water, their capa- city being several gallons. The hen that laid these monster eggs is unknown to science, but must have been a wondrous spectacle. Two other birds, the solitaire and nazarene, have also become extinct within the tradi- tions of man. The former attained a weight of forty-five pounds, had feet and beak like a turkey, but in other respects resembled the didus above mentioned. The plumage was of a brownish gray color, and according to De Legnat they produce a. noise like a rattle by fluttering their wings, which he says were enlarged on the extremity of the bone into a round knob, like a musket ball. The nazar- inc had only three toes, and from its bones ~_ we judge that it was thrice as large as the didus. Even’as recently as fifty years ago a large bird, 40 inches in length. called the great auk, was occasionallyfound as far south as Bos- ton, and was quite‘common in the Arctic re- gions. Today not a single specimen is known to exist in the world, having become totally extinct, but by what means will always remain an enigma. Very few specimens of it are known, and only one skin is on exhibi- tion in this country ; this was purchased by a gentleman in New York at a cost of $750 in gold. The eggs alone, at market value Wlli bring $200 a piece. -â€"â€"â€"â€"-<.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- SOME FEW CHANGES. Ono of the travelers for a. Detroit wholesale boot and shoe house was the other day sent to a village in the western part of the State in response to information received that a debtor in business there had just died. The firm was interested to the extent of $1,000, and the agent was correspondingly anxious. Finding the store closed he called at the house. The funeral had not yet taken place, but the be. reavcd said that she would see him. “ I see that the store is closed,” remarked the agent by way of getting at his errand. â€" “ Yes, but I shall open it tomorrow.” ‘ “ Do you intend to run the business your- self ‘2” v “ Yes, sir.” “ And there won’t be any changes ‘2” “Well, yes, I shall make a few.” “ Anything to affect accounts 7” “ Possibly. I shall fail as soon as I open the store to-morrow and try and effect a com- promise with the creditors. If you’ll come around after dinner I’ll make you some sort of an offer, and perhaps give you an order for odd sizes 1" The agent did not ride to the graye with the mourners. He mourned by himself at the hotel.â€"Delroit Free Press. â€"Thomas Carlyle was not an enthusiastic admirer of George Washington. Thirty years ago James T. Fields visited the sage, who said to him : “ I've been lately reading the life of your mighty George (Washington), by one Upham of Salem, and cl poor creature enough I find George to be. He was a sad specimen of a great man, God help himâ€"~a good land surveyor and measurer of timber, but he had no faith and no roligion. You must have a biography written about 'him that will take him down several pegs. Aye l but he was a poor stick enough a signboard sort 0’ teller, rest his soul l " VOL. XXIII. THE HEAD WAITER. BY F W. ROBIN SON. C HAPTE R I. .Iicon's couarssir. They all said I was an old fool. There was not one at the Apollo of a different opinion. Iwas a “precious old fool,” some of them even added, and they thought themselves nearer to the mark. I was not certain in my “ heart of hearts,” as the saying is, that I was doing anything particularly wise. God knows, for the matter of that, that I wasn’t a wise man. Wise men were not likely to be numerous amongst the waiters at the Apollo music hall ; we were a seedy, shaky, hand-to- mouth lot, and I was the head of them, and a mark for a little envy, evil-speaking and general uncharitableness. One can not attain a good position over othersâ€"over waiters especiallyâ€"without some hard words being said behind his back; but I didn’t care for them much. They were not true, they were not just, and Mr. Wheezy, the master, and Plantagenet, the manager, and Cadby, the chairman, knew that, and looked upon me as a trusty servant. Their good opinion was my reward for faithful service, for I was an honest man enough. Still they thought also I was an old fool when I married Jessie Keane, and they said so with the rest. They did not know much about the case, or of the reasons for my marriageâ€"it was only on the'cards that I, a man of fifty-five years of age, and looking older than my years, had married a girl of seventeen. Yes, it looked a foolish trick enough, and I was not a wise man. Once again I say it hereâ€"I make no pretense of being one. I never had the common shrewd- ness of my class. A fool, sir, if you will, but an honest fool, that's all. Set that down in your mind too. It’s as well, and it’s only fair to me. Imsrried Jessie in this way. Her father had been an old friend of mine; he and I were brought up together at King Alfred’b school in Warwickshire, where they gave us a good education, and a start in life, although both our starts happened to be particularly unlucky. He married early, set up In busi- ness, and failed ; came to:Londou, set up his business again, and failed again ; buried his wife, died, and left ’me to bury him. John and I had never lost sight of each other ; we had been staunch friends, old cronies, from 'the beginning to the end. I liked old J ohu ; I’m sure‘he found something to like in me. Both being unlucky men, there was a tie be- tween us ; we could compare notes of all our blunders and mistakes. anl see where we missed our chances, or where the chances passed us by. I had set up in business, too, and failed, of course ; my life has been an utter failure from the beginning to the 8nd,. and why I was born, and what good I have ever been, are subjects on which I ponder very much still. ' My business failures, however, are not the theme of this relation. I begin from John’s illness, when he was sick unto death, and every hour I could spare from the Apollo I spent at his side, grieving as for an only brother going from me. “ If I only knew what would become of Jessie 1” John used to mourn; “ if I could only see 1" " She will take care of herself,” I said; “ she is a shrewd little woman even now.” I was hardly speaking the truth, buL I wanted to ccnsole him. I knew of many little faults in Jessie, although I thought she would grow out of them in the good time of a staider womanhood. “ What will she do ?-oh, what will she do ‘2" he cried, still unconsolable. " There’s her business to keep her mind employedâ€"to keep her out of mischief.” Jessie was a shop-girl in a draper's firm in Oxford street. “ Oh, but the going home at nights I” he said; ” about there, too, where the streets are alive with bad men and women always, Jacob. And the house desolate and she only seventeen l" “ Poor Jessie l” “ If "â€"I can see his big wistful gray eyes fixed upon me now-“if you would only take care of her.” “ I am always out late,” I replied. “ She is too young to be in my houseâ€"no relation, as it were. Can not she live at the business altogether ?" . 9‘ She won’t, Jacob. She hates it already." “ Can’t sheâ€" What are you looking at me like that for ?” “ Can’t you make her your wife, Jacob,”he said, huskily. “ What’s to hinder that? You are fond of Jessieâ€"you always have beenâ€" and she is very fond of you.” ‘ “ Yes, in her way. As her father’s friend,- as a second father.” " She is always talking of you; she can trust you,” he went on. “ You are not ahard, stern man and are never without a kind word for her. You wouldn’t like her to go wrong, left to herself so much.” “ God forbid l" “ Take care of her, then," he said, “if you can see your way to itâ€"pray do." " I am fifty-five years of age, John.” " That does not matter,” he answered. “ She has no one to think about ; it is not as if there was anybody in the way. She’d marry you to-morrow if you askel her, and be glad, too. Sheâ€"” “ Don’t say any more just now, John. I’ll think it over. You have muddled me up dreadfully. She is so very young l" " You can train her to anything. She has always done whatjyou have told her, Jacob. She is not like one of your stubborn ones.” “ No, no. I’ll think it over.” And I did from that day. It is easy to see that I was not in love with Jessie Keane then â€"a crazy old man bent on breaking a girl’s heart. I saw the folly of this ill-assorted match as clearly as anybodyâ€"more clearly, for I knew Jessie’s faults and failings better than her father did. More times than I can reckon up I had disguised them from him. She had been like a little daughter to me many years, and a thought of marrying her had never come into my head until John Keane put it there. Then the scene changed, and the characters changed with it, and I be- came an old fool in my theories and affections. and whilst laboring under the delusion that I was doing a good turn to John, and that it might be for the best to consider him, I was falling in love with this young girl. When her father became very weak and very anxious, I spoke to her. I told her of his wishes and my own, but I begged her to think it over very carefully, to act as her heart prompted her, and that these wishes were only those of two old fogies, who could not tell ”what was best for her. That I would make her a good husband she could rest as- sured; that she could make me a good wife she only knew herself. And above all, if for an instant she doubted that from such a match there could come any happiness, to get away from me as from some one with the plague, and never to mind me, or her father, or any- body else. I could not act fairer than this ; I told her what had been talked about, and left her to a free consideration of itâ€"I could do no more. She wou‘d have answered me at once, and in the affirmative, and with a shower of tears upon my waistcoat, but I would not let her 'answer. “ Think it over, Jessie,” I said. “ I am fiftyâ€"six next birthday.” “ That isn’t so dreadfully old, is it,” she asked, “ for a man? " RICHMOND HILL, THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 1881. answered~“ going on for sixty, and,” I added with a sigh, “ looking more than sixty, too." “I‘m sure you don’t,” she answered, almost indignantly. “ Oh, I know I do,” I replied; “and so think it over, Jessie. Take a weeks-this day week. This day month, if you’re the least bit doubtful." ” Very well.” “ And if there should be anybody else,” I stammeredâ€"“ say, at the business, or over the way, or anywhere, you knowâ€"don’t have me.” “ Oh, nobody looks ot rueâ€"not once in a blue moon. I’m only a shop girl. Trust peo. ple for that,” she cried, with a toss of her head. " Butâ€"the young men in the shop," I sug- gested, timidly ; “ I have heard youlaughing with yourfather about them." “ Cadsl ” said Jessie contemptuouslyâ€" “ awful cads, who think they‘re good enough for countesses. I hate the lot.” She stamped her foot angrily, and I smiled and went avvay hopefully. Jessie would have told me the truth, I considered, if there had been any one in her thoughts. She was im- petuous and vain, perhaps, but she knew how well she could trust old Jacob Durnford. Possibly she knew it too well, and that de- ceived her. Poor woman, I think it did, now; though it is all very difficult to make out still, and terribly beyond me. At the week's end she came to me. and put her arms round my neck, and said, with a little faltering voice that thrilled my old heart to its core: "I have made up my mind, Jacob." “To be my wife, Jessieâ€"you mean that, then 2’” I cried. “ Yes, whenever you like to ask me.” . Thus it was that Jessie and I agreed to b one, and that John Keane died in peace. We were married very shortly after thatâ€"it had been John’s urgent wish ; and then, asI have stated, they all said at the Apollo that I was ' “ an old fool.” Again, I don’t deny it; but it is fair to me to put down all my reasons for being so fool- ish, whichI do not care to explain, and which I never explained, to the little tawdry world in ' which my lot was cast. ‘ CHAPTER II. ” wxnnxn muss.” I must say we were happy enough to begin with, that “ May and December ” jogged along amicably together. She was a woman --well, a child, if you willâ€"who looked up to me, who believed that I was a good man, and fancied at times I wasa clever one. This was only fancy, of course; but then I had been her father’s friend, and John had sung my praises overmuch in his day, and Jessie had loved her father very dearly. Why, she was fretting for him on her wedding-day, but then the days were early yet of her great loss. We had married in haste, to repeat at leisure; we might have had more respect for the old man, our neighbors and our lodgers said. They did not know whatthe father’s wish had been, and we never cared to tell them. Oh yes, happy. It is like a dream now, maybe, but it was happiness, and it seemed inclined to last, in spite of all the doleful prophecies which had been made concerning us. Jessie went to her business just the same as ever ; a waiter's salary was scanty pay, and her’s helped to lighten the housekeeping for the first six months. We had two rooms on the second floor of a house turning out of Holbornâ€"I will call it Budge streetâ€"and here on Sundays, and late at night on week days, after I had made up theApollo receipts, there was no happier home than ours. Per- haps it was before the six monthsâ€"nay, it might have been five (my head is weak for dates)-â€"-that Jessie grew a little dissatisfied and reckle’Ss. I have said already she was of an impetuous disposition, easy to disturb, but easy to please. A mere child Jessie Durnford, even in her married state. I remember her coming in one day at tea- time very well, if I forget the date. It is all memorable to me, every look of her, and every word she uttered. She took off her bonnet and pitched it un- ’ ceremoniously across the room ; and her mantle followed itâ€"missed the sofa at which it was aimed, and fell upon the floor. She was very pretty in her petulance; her checks were flushed, and her eyes sparkling with anger. “ There ! I have seen the last of old Miller’s shop, and old Miller himself, and old Miller’s gang,” she cried, “ and I don’t go “back any moreâ€"never any more.” “ What has happened 7” “ Oh, nothing has happenedâ€"at least no- thing that you’d care to hear,” she said ; “it doesn’t concern yo, uJacob, at all.” " I should care to hear of anything in which you were interested,” I ventured to remark. ‘ “ Ah! yes -but I’m not interested. Only, mind you, I hate the lot of ’em." “ Have theyâ€"have they found out you are married ?” ' That wad a secret which we had kept to ourselves so far as Miller’s shop folk were concerned. Mr. Miller had an objection to married women behind the counter, and we had both thought it was as well not to tell them at the business, so we started in an underhand way, and no luck came of it. It never does, people say ; but I know better than that. I have seen too much of the awful world to believe in that now ; but here it was. certainly, as if bad luck had followed us a bit. " Noâ€"they haven't found out anything, and so don‘t worry me.” .. I should like to know," I said, perhaps a little too persistently. “ Then you wou’t,"she answered, quickly “ it isn’t worth knowingâ€"it’s nothing to do with you, I tell you. But before I stand any more of that stingy skinfiint’s cheek”-â€"Jessie could be alittle slangy in excited moments, although “ quite the lady” as a rule â€"” I”ll sell halfpenny newspapers or pipe- lights in the streets. Who’s he, to order peo- ple about, I should like to know? And I won’t be ordered about and scolded and preached to by anybody.” “ Preached to 5‘” “ Well,” she explained, “ told to command my temper, and be respectful to my superiors, and civil to the customers and all that bosh. And Iâ€"I’ll never go back again as long as I live. Never, never, never.” And here Jessie finally gave way to a tor- rent of hysterical tears, and it required all my efforts to soothe her, and all my entreaties to bring about a calmer state of things. , This was the end of Jessie's shop life, com- ing to an end with a wrench. and when we did not expect it. Jessie acted very suddenly at times, and not always for the best. that this was for the worse. Knowing now a little more about it, I may say it was for the best that she should leave Miller’s shop in Oxford street. of the quarrel with her employers. She would not be teased by my questions ; they made her angry, they made her cry again, and it was no business of mine. Having tried to it. Jessie was an industrious, energetic girl ; ~life, as she termed it. degrees a little connection came around her, Ildquhe earned for a while mere money than 1 . For a while, I say, for presently a little girl Was born to us! When I was fifty-six years ; of age, I felt that it was an odd, proud, novel , feeling to become a father, and that it would ‘ take time to understand my position clearly. I was not like Jessieâ€"I always took time to think a matter out. I was slow. When Jessie got about again there was a little maid to keep, to take care of the baby I whilst Jessie worked at her dresses, and the ( maid and baby did not add greatly to the ex-_ ' pauses, or rather, the expenses were met by l my gettingâ€"very fortunately, we both thought 1 at first â€"employed in the daytime at Cafiins’s eating-house in the Strand. l .. What with Cafiins’s and the Apollo and the dressmaking,” I said, exultingly, “ we . shall grow quite rich in time.” “ I hope so,” answered Jessie, thoughtfully. . "And it was a lucky thing, after all, that you left Miller’s when you did.” “Bother Miller's!” cried Jessie, flinging . down her work atonce; “ you knowI hate the very name of that place. Now I can’t do a stroke of work to-day.” “ I don’t see why mentioning the name of Miller’s should stop your work.” “ Oh, but it does. Iwish Ihad a book, but there‘s no books in this house,” she cried. “ I wish I could go out, but there’s nowhere to go and no one to go with." - " Why don’t you and the girl and the baby t have a turn in the Park?” “Yes, that’s it. That’s a dear, good old Jacob, for thinking of it,” she cried, kissing me, and clapping my leathern cheeks between . her hands. “Polly, we’ll go into. the Park and take the baby. Get your things on and don’t stand staring at me. A day in the Park â€"oh l how I shall enjoy it 1” I looked at her with a little surprise. I had not liked her sudden fits of excitement at any , time, now they seemed to be growing upon her, to be carrying her away. Was she getting dissatisfied with her pres- i eat lifeâ€"with homeâ€"with m'e ? Oh, my God 3 â€"â€"with me ! came suddenly the thought, and like a blow. I was as full of fancies as a womanâ€"it was lucky for me that my fancies did not last, or ’ that my double work now took them out of my head. Jessie was just the same as ever the next day, and so I quickly forgot the hard thoughts of a few hours before ; she was the same for weeks and months, for seeing her but at odd moments of the day, and very late at night, there was no’ opportunity to notice any change in her. I did not, think of any change in her for a long while. She was very busywthere were always sundry orders coming in, and sundry dresses of the customers hanging by the pegs around the room, and she always received me with a smile of welcome. For two years, nearer three, perhaps, we went on in our happy Darby-and-Joan fashion, with nothing to complain of, and with much love on either side, I think. I know. even, that there was. Not v ‘ she replied. She did not tell me the cause I consider it was not my business, I gave in, t and presently forgot I had been curious about i she was sure she would not be any extra ex- l pense to me, and there was plenty of work to l be got at home, without that hideous shop She obtained work as she had prophesied; she soon became aclever dressmaker, having considerable taste, and After that she began to droop, to become dull and spiritless, and I began to miss the smile of welcome when I came home from the Apollo. nets was a pale and weary face now, and I was quick to note the change in it. “ Jessie,” I said, " you are not well. are working too hard.” \ V. “ I like work. It’s as w ‘lit be busy when one hastho ‘cbencefi... ' ' M5 sidesâ€"” “ Besides ‘I " “ Besides, it keeps a body from thinking too muc .” . “ Don‘t you like to think ? " I asked. " Not always. Not when the thoughts are too much for me, or too horrible.” ” I don't understand,” I answered, ner- vously. “ No more do I,” she said, with a short, hard laugh, “ only they do get horrible, and I don’t know why. Sometimes, Jacob, I wishI were well out of it.” “ Well out of what ? ” " Out of the world." “ You haven’t anything on your mind, Jes- sie ?" I asked, very seriously now. “ There you go with your horrid questions again,” she cried petulantly, “ no, I haven’t.” "I'm glad to hear that.” “ But I’m dull, miserable, hipped to death,” she said, “that’s the truth, Jacob. Ilike life, and I don’t have any; I’m fond of excitement, and I’m cooped up here, and never see asoul. I’m fond of society, and nobody ever comes, and I go to no one’s house. Might not a woman be as well in her grave as slaving on like this ‘2” I was very much astonished- She had dis- guised her feelings for so long, she appeared to have settled down so thoroughly to this humdrum life of ours, that her sudden out- burst took my breath away. When I had re- covered it I said: “ Yes, it is a little dull. What do to do 7” ‘ . ” Oh, I don’t know,” was the petulantreply; “ I haven’t thought of that.” “ Think of it all to-morrow, and let me know when I come home at night,” I said. “I should be glad to know.” Whether she had thought about it I was not quite certain, but the result of her delib- erations was not made known to me. I had thought, however, and was full of suggestions, to make up for her lack of inspiration. Would she feel disposed to give up some of her customers 7 No, she wouldn’t. Would she get somebody to help her? She hated stran- gers, and she never could agree with another woman. There was not one girl at old Mil- ler's whose face she had not longed to slap at some time or other. Should I give up Cafi‘iu’s and stop at home in the daytime, or the Apollo, and leave the evenings free? Then I could read to her, or take her to atheater now and then. Nâ€"no, that wouldn’t do. She would not like me to surrender any part of my income, to throw up my berth, at a time when she might be going to fall ill; she did not know, but she thought it was likely that she might, she felt so strange and wild. Still, she might be better in a day or two-she could not tell. There was the child to amuse herâ€"another Jessie, in whom she took great pride, andhad a strong, deep love for her. Was there no amusement, solace, change in her? “ Oh, yes, yes,” she cried at once. “With- out her I should have died long ago, or run away from you, Jacob.” . " Jessie l Jessie l” I exclaimed, “ for God’s sake don’t talk like that l” “I don’t mean with another man, you old silly," she said, “ but away altogether, in sheer desperation, like a mad-woman.” “ The house seems so very dull to you, then ‘2" “ Dreadfully dull. I am alone so much," “ If I had only had a sister or a brother, now ; but this blank room is like a grave. It is all so still and cold.” I “ Yes, something must be done, Jessie.” | This was in the winter time. I went to a i doctor'sâ€"on the quiet this, and totally un- 5 known to Jessieâ€"and he heard my story, and i said she wanted change of air and change of , scene. He would have been glad to see my wife for himself, but there was little doubt I that she had been overworked, and that the You you want . dullness of her life was telling on [not a' little. “Give her change,” he ! said; and this was only what I : knew before, although it was worth a guinea F to prove how very right I was. I went home deposit". 3€~e$bem my remnsAmdeidpoty But I might have been a fool for an thisâ€"I ” It is a dreadfully old man for you,” I ' being very handy with the needle, and by even little Jessie should go "down to the sea- side. " What 1 in this cold weather ? Not I l” “ There-are warm places, I believe. Tor- quayâ€"Ventorâ€"Bournemonth.” “ 0h, shut up l” she cried. “ I shan’t go. I should be worse there than here, and more alone.” “ Is there not anything you would like to do ‘2” I asked. in despair. “ Yes, I think sometimes I should like to go to the Apollo with you,” she said, thought- fully. “ Good gracious l” “ What’s the matter now ‘2” “ Did you say the Apolloâ€"with me :7” , “ Yes, I did,” she answered. “ There‘s music, and I- am fond of music ; there’s sing- ing, and I love singing. You have made me laugh many times at what the comic man says and does, and sometimes I fancy- not always, mind youâ€"that I should like to go.” “ It is not fit for you.” “ Why not 2” “ It is not quite fit for any young woman, I fancy.” “ Young women go, I suppose ‘3” “ Oh yes, they go.” “ You’ll be near meâ€"~you could put me ‘ bring out very speedily the fragment of auto- whereI should be safe” she said, almost scoflingly ; “ and there are respectable people about ?” . “ Yes, a fair sprinkling of them, some- times.” “ Well, put me near them, and away from all the fast ones.” ‘ . ' “ Yeâ€"es. you may be sure I should do that.” “ I have never said a word about going to any amusement whilst Jessie was a baby. I have slaved on and said nothing. Haven‘t I ?H “ You have, Jessie.” “ And now the little one sleeps all the evening, and we have some one to look at her if she should wake, you might take me with you sometimes. Once a week, sayâ€" just for a. change,” she cried, “just to keep the devil from me I” “ Oh, Jessie, what is the matter? What are you hiding from me ?” “ Nothing at all.” “ On your honor ?” She seemed to hesitate,or else I was strange- ly suspicious that night. “ On my honor,” she said,the instant after- wards; “ only I am so dullâ€"always alone here. And the music hall would amuse me now and then.” ” I don’t think it would." “ And I should come back‘ always with you,” she continued. " It would be so nice and comfortable at times. Let me try it, J acob.” What could I say 7 She had been recom- mended change, and she had asked for change where I was, where I could see her, and take care of her if it was necessary. And she was ill, and almost weary of her life, and I could only say ” Yes.” “ That old Durnford always was a fool,” they said at the Apollo when I took Jessie there for the first time, and I think they were not far out in this matter. know how helpless I was, and how hard my wife had begged for some little distraction from the dull and lonely life against which she had already uttered a complaint from our marriage day to this time. They did not comprehend my reasons : I was not called think so now, though at my wits’ end to know what I could have done instead of this. Here at least was a mistake, though I was only a waiter, and Jessica waiter-’5 wife. We should not have had any fine feelings to be wounded or trified with, being humble folk, and neither of us with a thought above our stationâ€"but perhaps we had for all that. [To an communism] SUN STORMS THROUGH ATELESCOPE The great fireball is in intense commotion. His surface is seamed and scarred in every direction with black spots that indicate the disturbing elements at work in his chaotic mass. Occasionally, for a day or two, the blemishes disappear, and the glorious king of day shows a face like a shield'of glowing gold. But the aspect quickly changes; spots come rushing in all directions and assuming all forms. They appear singly and in pairs, and again in groups and rows. Immense groups break up into small ones, and small ones unite to form great chasms, into which half a dozen worlds might be dropped and there would still be room for more. Sometimes the spots are visible to the naked eye, and at that time a good opera glass or a spy glass will make them easily perceptible. Hundreds of observers all over the world watch the sun‘s face every clear day, and keep a record of the number of spots, their size and the direction in which they move, for as the sun turns on its axis they turn with him, some of them remaining for months without much change, some taking on new forms and some disap- pearing entirely. Very little is known of this mysterious sun or the spots that are visible more than 90,000,000 miles away. Once in about eleven years the sun takes on his present sun-spot phase, and we are ap- proaching the maximum of disturbances. No one knows the cause. Some believe that it is planetary attraction, some that it is the fall of great masses of meteoric matter, and some that it is the result of internal commotion and a rush upward of gaseous explosions, in comparison with which our fiercest volcanic eruptions arebut the flicker of a flame. Be- sides the sun-spot agitation, the gaseous out- bursts are marked and vivid. The tongues of flame or rosy protuberances are darting forth in all directions and bearing their testimony to the solar commotion. Mr. Trouvelot, of Cambridge, who makes daily observations of the sun’s chromosphere, gives a graphic de- scription of a remarkable solar protuberance that he witnessed in November 16. When first seen it was large and complicated, extending upwards from the sun about 100,- 000 miles. Three or'four hours after it had developed into huge proportions extending far out into space, and vanishing gradually to regions where it could not be perceived. As nearly as it could be measured, it reached a height of over a quarter of the sun’s di- ameter, or about 235,000 miles. Such a pro- tuberance hurled upward from the earth would almost reach the moon! Two hours after, the whole structure had collapsed, and was only 18,000 miles high. Observations like this give' an idea of the mighty force at work in the solar orb, and make obser- vers at work long for the time when a satis- factory solution may be found for this mys- terious periodical solar disturbance, so inti- mately connected with the meterological con- ditions of the earth. â€"â€"~Priuce Bismarck is a confirmed smoker, and under his speakership are held the Tobac- co Parliaments with which his Saturday even- ing receptions,regularly recurrent throughout the Reichstag spring session, invariably con- clude. As the night waxes old, a number of eminent politicians,members of either House, gravitate to the Chancellor‘s luxurious smoking room, where mighty pipes of golden-hued Kuaster, the choicest brands of the Havana, and huge tankards of sparkling ale await them. The atmosphere is exceeding cloudy, but the talk is brilliant and the laughter and proposed that she and the mm: and hearty. l l They did not ‘ ipast year exceed those i f 1879 by 2,000,000, . displayed in the new Ethnological Museum THE SACKING OF CALLAO. Natives Pillage the City While the Troops ‘ are Endeavorlng to Defend It. LIMA, Jan. 26.â€"â€"Th‘e lamentable news an- nouncing the defeat of the Peruvian army by ‘ the victorious Chilians reached Callao early on the evening of the 13th inst. As it was known in official circles that another battle was to be ' fought at Miraflorcs, and it being believed that the victory gained. by the Chilians was attributable to their superioritygin numbers, . the police and sailors soon, with a most patriotic determination, presented themselves at the Prefecture, and solicited from the Prefect, Senator Astete, his permission to makealast effort to save their country by leading them to cooperate with the remain- ing. forces, so as to defeat,if possible, the enemy, who, it was said, was marching rapid- ly to the capital. This having met the ap- probation of his Honor the Prefect, nearly 3,000 men, well equipped, started for Lima. The‘city was therefore left entirely to its in~ habitants, who have been always considered a law-abiding people. The usual vivas which precede a storm seemed to have been the password of the de- spoilers, who commenced operations on the evening of the 16th inst., and in less time than it takes to record it hundreds of men, women' and children armed to the teeth were soon to be seen rushlng off in all directions io the shops and stores, which were being broken ‘open. Cal- lao was doomed to be the theater of some frightful ’ scenes, as it ‘was not long' before some loud reports were heard, like the burst- ing of some heavy projectiles, which was soon discovered to have been the blowing up of the forts, while at the same time the ships which comprised the Peruvian navy were all seen'to be on fire. The spectacle which the fire in the bay dis- played is indescribable. Foreigners, fearirg the city would be blown up,were compelled to leave their homes, merely contenting them- selves with the few valuablcs they were able to take with them, leaving to the devouring elements, which were soon expected to over- take the city, their well earned comforts. For- tunately, however, things did not reach such a. climax, as by 12 M. of the next day the ships had all been burned, and the castle situated near the Independencia square, the destruction of which would have injured the whole city, was left untouched. But the rob- beries and murders which had' been commit- ted on the evening of the previous day, and participated. in largely by several beach-com- hers (foreigners) had now assumed great pro- portions. Thc stores on the Mission street were all left open and empty ; the pulperias of the “ Dos de Mayo square ” were being sacked, their Istocks of groceries being removed to safer quarters. The cry, “ Death to the Chinese 1” was carried out most un- mercifully, while rumors were in circulation that other foreigners, principally Italians, were soon expected to share the same fate. No doubts on this score could be entertained, for it was not long before the threat was exe- cuted. The Italian pulperias, situated all over the town, were therefore attacked, and. in a very short time left minus their contents. In some cases, however, when the owners were present, a bribe in the shape of fifty or one hundred soles sufficed to repel the attack for the time being until another crowd of evil- doers appeared on the scene. Several such instances have been experienced by many of the merchants of this port, and although pay- ment had been received, nevertheless their stores and shops were eventually pillaged. This state of affairs lasted until a very late hour of the evening of the 17th inst, when a few foreigners managed to form themselves into an urban guard for the protection of life and property, which unfortunately resulted in great loss of life, but had the desired effect of quieting the robberies and murders which were still being committed. â€"-â€"â€"â€".â€"â€"-â€"â€"- THE POWER OF PRAYER. WHOLE N0. 1,leo.â€"â€"-N0, 40, AROUND THE WORLD. Iâ€"The Norwegians intend erecting a monu- ment to Ole Bull. -â€"Gen. Sir Frederick Roberts pronounces the British army “ absurdly small.” ’ â€"-A Saginaw bridegroom, littdihéil .53 born and pan “1" made ”“11 out and Killed serenade}. â€"According to the Washington Republi- can, when a young man in Texas goes back on a girl to whom he is engaged, they suspend him to a tree and let him grow up with the country. â€"0nc of the most beautiful models in Paris is a young woman who comes from the blue-grass region of Kentucky, She‘was dc- serted by her husband abroad, and she now supports herself by posing. â€"The Empress of the French gave $250,- 000 foerr. Longman’s villa, which is to be her future home. The house is a good one, and stands in very pretty picturesque ground, but there is only a small quantity of land at- tached to it. â€"â€"Three biographies of Carlyle are in pre- paration. Mr. Froude will, it is believed. biography left by Mr. Carlyle, and will reserve till a future period the publication of his biography of the deceased. â€"The debates in the Italian Parliament and French Legislature are taken down by a stenographic machine. It is an invention of Signor Michela, an Italian, who spent forty years in perfecting it, and is now so simple that in two weeks time a girl can operate it. â€"-â€"The celebrated Italian embalmer, Paolo Gorini, lately died at Lodi, aged 68. His whole life was devoted to science, and he died a beggar. The state gave him a splen- did funeral, and the day after his burial a subscription was started to raise him a monument. â€"-The “ rockâ€"a~way," according to the London World, is the latest variety of the waltz. It is largely patronized by the indo- lently inclined. It derives its name from the swaying motion produced by changing the foot on the first note of each bar only, and is a lazy development of the old “ hop” waltz. â€"â€"The Prince of Wales gave a dinner to twenty-five guests recently at the Marlbor- ough Club, London, to decide on the quali- fications of a new chef de cuisine. Each guest was to give his unbiassed opinion on the back of the menu card before him. The cook was voted unanimously not up to the mark. -Among the slgns of returning business prosperity in Switzerland may be noted the facts that the receipts . f the railways for the and that the watch trade has lately become so active that manufacturers are raising their prices for watches in the rough by eighty per cent, and for finished watches thirty per, cent. â€"Lcrd Randolph Churchill’s famous party of four in Parliament have taken apar cuts on a joint venture in one of the eigh story blocks in Broadway, Westminster. They have also migrated from the Carlton to the junior Carlton club, in the hope of giving support to the opposition organized against the older club. ,.» .;.~tm... v ' ' 4‘" ._: ,. “â€"There are at preselit about 800 Cherokee Indians in North Carolina, owning 80,000 acres of land and 040,000 in cash, which the Government holds in trust for them. Am- bassadors from the Cherokee nation have just been visiting them for the purpose of induc- ing them to emigrate to the tribe reservation in the Indian Territory, and it is believed the various branches of this nation will soon be reunited. â€"-A firm in Bremen has the commission to make the uniforms for the army of the King of the Sandwich Isles. The army consists of 400 menâ€"100 cavalry, who will have the same uniform as the German yellow Dra- goons, and 300 infantry. The organizer of this force is Herr Hogsmann,a native of Bremen, with whose services the King is much pleased. â€"It is reported that the deposed Khedive of Egypt has been entering into secret negoti- ations with the Albanians and Greeks with a view to contingencies. Ismail is crafty, rich, ambitious and unscrupulous. To such a man in such a position the present disturbed con- dition of Eastern affairs offers many oppor- tunities, and in attempting to forcast the possible issues of a war the existence of the ex-Khedive should never be left entirely out of account. 'A wonderful recovery of a young lady who has been confined to her bed for five years is reported from Eagle Township, this county (Missouri), and not only reported, but vouched force a fact, by some! of our best citizens, who saw the girl frequently while confined to her bed, and have conversed with her since her recovery. The name of the young lady, who is now about twenty-one years of age, is Ada Whitehead, daughter of Richard White- head, Esq. During her long.confinement of. five years she has been attended, at different times, by several of our leading physicians, and at times her life was despaired of, she having on several occasions seemingly been at death’s door, with the door partly open for her ingress into the world beyond. A pro- tracted meeting, under the auspices of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, had been going on in the neighborhood where Mr. Whitehead resides, and during its continuance a day and an hour was agreed upon at which all should unite, wherever they might be, in one common prayer, as it were, for the speedy recovery and complete restoration to health of Miss Whitehead. The hour came one day last week. The prayers were begun and con- tinued with such fervoncy and zeal that must produce a required result, if answer is given in these days from on high to prayers sincere. Prayer was made at the residence of Mr. Whitehead, as well as at other dwellings. and before the hour had near expired, Miss White- head, unaided, arose from her bed, called for clothes, and declared she was healed. She got up and has been going about ever since. Persons going to Mr. Whitehead’s the same or next day, and before the fact became general- l_v known, were surprised to have the door opened by Miss Ads in reply to their knock. Let it be remembered that for five years she had been a helpless invalid, and for eighteen months has been confined to her bed and unable to rise or turn without aid, that she had wasted away to a mere skeleton, and that in a moment’s time, as it were, she was able to get up without aid and go about the house praising God and declaring she was well again. â€"Macon Register. -â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€".â€"....__. UNEXPLAINABLE FACTS. â€"â€"The Troy treasures of Dr. Schliemann lately exhibited at South Kensington, London, and now presented to the German Govern- ment, have arrived in Berlin, and will be on completion of that building. The Em- peror has addressed to the learned Doctor a letter thanking him in the name of the em- pire for the precious and patriotic gift, and expressing the hope that he may further be privileged to continue his unselfish and scien- tific labors with equ a1 success to the honor of the fatherland. â€"-Michael Davitt, the Land League prison er, is a Roman Catholic and the son of a. tenant farmer. and was born at Straid, near Castlebar, in the county of Mayo, in the year 1848. His father was evicted in 1851, and the family went to reside in England. They settled in Lancashire, where they remained for twenty-five years. Michael Davitt went to work in a cotton mill at Hasliugdcn, near Manchester, at the age of nine, and he was a year at that labor when his right arm got crushed by the mill machinery, necessitating its amputation at the shoulder. For five years after he attended the Wesleyan school in Haslingden, and at fifteen got employment as letter carrier and bookkeeper. Affairs do go oddly in this world. The other day there was a railroad disaster in New Jer- sey, whereby several persons were badly hurt, but only one, as it turned out, fatally. He was a young man of singularly industrious habits, and of a most unselfish character. Upon his labors an aged father and mother and two sisters wholly depended for their sup- port. It was the ambition of this young man to give to his mother a deed of the house which the family occupied. To this end he had foregone marriage, and toiled early and late; he personally attended to the smallest houskeeping details, managing them all with the most painstaking economy. The family itself had seen better days, and he was the last prop left. His manly and self-sacrificing spirit had gradually impressed itself upon the community in which he lived, so that he was respectfully and kindly regarded onlevery hand. He had been in one place of service and trust for eight years, and only life and time seemed to be needed to enable him finally to secure the and toward which all his energies were bent. Well, out of eight car loads of passen- gers he was the only one killed. Sitting in the seat with him at the time of the crash was a man who has said since that he thought that he was ready to die and that no one would have suffered by his death, or, according to his own excessive modesty, missed him. This man was not even scratched. while his fellow occupant of the same seat, aboutwhose life so many interests were linked, was so hurt about the head that even his remarkable natural strength gave no hope from the first that he could survive. Things do go strangely in this world-New York Post. ~â€"-â€".â€"â€"â€"_ â€"The hair of a St. Louis merchant, who took a vow not to cut it until he had accum. ulsted 895,000, already hangs below his coat collar. -â€"-Even Asia has not escaped an excep- tionally severe winter. In Japan there have been snow storms the like of which are not (filmembered to hafve occurred in forty years c snow is ten, eet deep 11 the fields and 15an foot on the hills. â€"â€"A banquet was recently given by a bourgeois of Brescia which is destined to make its mark in the annals of cookery. It was composed entirely of asses’ flesh-roast, boiled and broiled. All was ass, nothing but ass, and the whole was pronounced most exquisite. As money makes the man, so does cookery make the meat. Every part of the Italian beast sacrificed on this occasion went down the throats of the wise men assembled to devour him. The tongue in particular was declared to be perfect. Will the example be followed elsewhere? The motive of the giver of the banquet was simply to procure for the poorer population an article of food more nutritious than the bad meat and mutton sold at the butchers’ shops. â€"The Methodist ministers of the Spring- field district of Massachusetts, in their annual meeting, had a lively two hours’ discussion on faith and healing. Several of the clergymen held that prayer was effectual in healing the sick, but the majority of the speakers believed that such cures were wholly the result of imagination and will. The Rev. Frederic Woods said that it would be as sensible for him to ask God for $50,000 as for a sick man to pray for restoration of health. His theory was that God did not interfere with temporal matters at all, but only in things concerning the soul. A layman replied that he had been comforted in the past by the preaching of Mr. Woods, but what he had heard on this occa~ sion about the uselessncss of prayer greatly shook his faith.