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opened by Jenny Lind singing Hail Co.
lumb1a." At the close OF the first verse
MI. Webster's enthusiasm and patriotism
got the best Of him, and he arose to his
the bird-like tones of the nightingale In
singing the chorus. Mrs. Webster, who sat
Immediately behind him, tried in vain to
get him to sit down, but the great master
OF parliamentary oratory stood like a
Greek god, and Joined In the chorus to each
verse, to the great delight of both Jenny
Lind and the audience. At the close of the
air Mr.. Webster, hat in hand, made her a
nave surpassed. The singer in return
curtesed to the floor. The audience broke
forth In vociferous applause, when Web
ster again bowed to the singer on the
stage, who again returned It with a deeper
courtesy, and the house again applauded.
ms was repeated several times.
Her charity was unbounded, and she
gave away large sums to one object or an
other: NO one from her native Sweden
caiied upon her without receiving the most
friendly welcome. 1t was told of her that
while In Boston poor Swedish girl, a
domestic in family living in one of the
suburbs, called on her. The divine Jenny
welcomed her and detained her for sew
eral hours, and in the evening took her to
the concert in her own carriage, and after
the concert was over sent her home in the
carriage
The desire of all classes to hear her sing
is best illustrated by the story told of one
OF her concerts in Boston. girl APP
preached the ticket window, and, LAYING
down three dollars, the price of a ticket.
said: There goes half a months earnings.
but 1 am determined to hear Jenny Lind
sing. Jenny's secretary was in the ticket
office at the time, and on going TO the
room OF the singer told her the incident
She Immediately asked him IL he would
know the girl again, and, on being assured
that he would, gave him a twenty-dollar
gold coin, and told him to seek her out
and give 1t to her with her compliments.
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PARLORS MUST GO.
Each Room Must Have n Decided
Chnrncter.

"Oh, dear me! I fear I shall never be
able to keep up with the times" sighed
pretty little Mrs. Boggs. She was seated
on a sofa with big ruflied Pillow at her
back stitching hard at a flannel petticoat
destined to keep some poor child warm
this winter. Mrs. Tubkins, who occupied
the other end of the sofa, was fitting
sleeve into a diminutive canton flannel
nightgown. 1t was the weekly meeting
of the sewing class and a better oppor-
tunity for quiet chat could scarce be
ina gined.
What has disturbed your peace of mind
this time?" questioned Mrs. Tublets.
1T is about my drawing ROOM" said
Mrs Boggs. Last year my chandelier was
taken away from me by that wretched
tyrant, Fashion. 1t was explained to me
that great thing hanging from the cell
ing was horribly inartistic, and although
my chandelier was of crystal and had been
a great source of pride with me L tear
fully gave it up. But worse was to follow.
My parlor you know, was finished in
the light and airy style with pretty spindle
legged furniture, and l learned this fall
that nothing is proper now but furniture
in the style of George 1N-great heavy,
massive sofas and chairs in which all
beauty, according to my way OF thinking,
is sacrificed to comfort. l remember the
great big sofa in my grandmother's parlor,
with the round cushion at either end, and
covered with black haircloth! Ye gods,
wonder IL the haircloth will come next,
and the wax flowers under glass cases."
Pray do not suggest such horrors"' cried
Mrs. Tubkins. 1T is a perfect nightmare
81 was just making arrangements to
have my pretty, dainty little sofas replaced
by large, ugly ones" continued Mrs.
Boggs, when 1 learned that it was very
bad style to have parlor at all-that only
big establishments were entitled to such a
room. Each apartment should have q dis
tinct character, such q library or
music room, or a studio, but a room that
is simply pretty and cozy in which to re-
ceive ones friends is considered in
very bad taste. What is troubling me at
present is the question as to what dis
tinctive character my poor little drawing
room can possibly have given it, for alas
l am not musical and novels and poetry
are the only books l care for, and Ii
brary made up of that style of literature
would never do, and even Mr.. Boggs laughs
at my artistic efforts"
Poor dear! 1 really don't know what
sort of room you could have" said sym
pathetic Mrs. Tublets, unless you made
it very oriental and decorated it with
fancy pipes and called it a smoking room.
| am sure Mr.. Boggs would delight in that
and you would have so many gentlemen
callers that we should all turn green with
envy
VERY nice, undoubtedly but what would
the old ladies say when they came to see
me? And oh! just fancy what a dreadful
odor of stale smoke the oriental draperies
would collect"
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i have killed Shere Khan, and his hide rots
on the Council Rock, but-but 1 do not
know where Shere Khan is gone, and my
stomach is still empty. Now, / will take
that which / can see and touch. Let in
the jungle upon that village, Hathi!'
Bagheera shivered and covered down.
He could understand, If the worst came to
the worst, quick rush down the village
street. and n right and left blow into a
crowd, or systematic killing of men as they
plcUghed in the twilight, but their scheme
for deliberately blotting out an entire vii
lage from the eyes of man and beast
frightened him. Now he saw why Mowgli
had sent for HATH. No one but the long
lived elephant could plan and carry through
such war.
Let them run as the men ran from the
fields of Bhurtpore, till we have the rain
water for the only plough and the noise Of
the rain on the thick leaves for the pat
tering of the spindles-till Bagheera and
lair in the house of the Brahmin, and the
buck drink al the tank behind the temple
Let in the jungle. Hathi!'
But but we have no quarrel with
them, and it needs the red rage of great
pain ere we tear down the places where
men sleep" said HATH. doubtfully
Are ye the only eaters of grass in the
jungle? Drive in your peoples. Let the
deer and the pig and the Nilghai look to it,
Ye need never show a handsbreadth of
hide till the fields are naked. Let in the
jungle, Hathi"'
There will be no killing? My tusks
were red at the sack of the fields of Bhurt-
pore, and 1 would not wake the smell
again"
Nor 1. 1 do not wish their bones to lie
on the clean earth. Let them go and find a
new place. They cannot stay here. L have
seen and smelt the blood of the woman
that gave me food-the woman whom they
would have killed but for me. Only the
smell of the new grass on their doorsteps
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The Sleep of Plants.

From Chambers Journal
The sleep of plants Is so conspicuous a
phenomenon that ii excited discussion and
speculation as early the time of Pliny,
and many explanations were given, which
science has since disproVed. The dropping
Of the leaves was attributed by some bot
anists to an aversion to moisture, a theory
which had to be abandoned when such
movements were made on cloudless days
and devices nights. The clover tribe which
always close their leaves at night, revei in
rain; and nasturtiums will go through a
day of tempestuous weather without show
ing any inclination to change their position
Linnaeus was the first to give to the sub
ject special study and scientific research
While watching the progress of some plants
of lotus, he began that series of observa-
lions upon which his great work sleep of
Plants is based. He found that nocturnal
changes are determined by temperature
and the daily alterations of light and
darkness; movement is not actually caused
by darkness, but by the differences in the
amount of light the plant receives during
the night and day. Many plants, notably
the nasturtium unless brilliantly illumined
in the day, will not sleep at night. If two
plants were brought into the center of a
ROOM one from the open air and the other
from dark corner, the peutral light which
would cause the former to droop its leaves
would act as stimulant upon the latter.
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can take away that smell. 1t burns in my
mouth. Let in the jungle, Hathiy'
"Ah" said HATH. 80 did the scar Of
the stake burn on my hide till we saw the
villages die under in the spring growth.
Now 1 see. We will let in the Jungle"
Mowgli had barely time to catch his
breath-he was shaking all over with rage
and hate-before the place where the ele-
plants had stood was empty and Bagheera
was looking at him with terror.
by the Broken Lock that freed me-"
said the Black Panther at last, art thou
the naked thing I spoke for in the pack?
Master of the jungle, when my strength
goes speak for me-speak for Baloo-speak
for us all! We are cubs before thee!
Snapped twigs under foot! Fawns that
have lost their doev a
The idea of Bagheera being a stray fawh
upset Mowgli altogether, and he laughed
and caught his breath and sobbed and
laughed again till he had to jump into a
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by the river, and they obeyed as though they
were bullocks. Look where they come
noWr'
Hath and his three sons had arrived in
their usual way without sound. The
mud of the river was still fresh on thec
TANKS, AM. HATH was thoughtfully Chew
ing the green stem of a young banana tree
that he had gouged up with his tusks.
But every line in his vast body showed to
Bagheera, who could see things when he
came across them. tnat it was not the
Master of the Jungle speaking to a Mar
cub. out one who was afraid of coming be-
fore one who was not His three sons
relied side by side, behind their father.
Mowgli hardly lifted his head as HATH
gave him Good hunting" He kept him
swinging and rocking and shifting from
enc foot to another for a long time before
he spoke, and when he opened his mouth
1t was to Bagheera and not to the ele-
plants.
81 will tell tale as was told to me by
the hunters we hunted today" said Now
gil. 1T concerns az elephant, old and
wise, who fell into a trap, and the sharp
ened stake in the pit SCARED him from a
little above his heel to the crest of his
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The Deer ana N1lghaf w ere " 1IIing.
shoulder. leaving a white mark Mowgli
threw out his hand, and as HATH wheeled
the moonlight showed long white scar on
his side though he had been struck with
a red-hot whip. Men came to take him
from the trap" Mowgli continued, but he
broke his ropes. for he was strong, and he
went away till his wound was healed.
And l remember now that he had three
sons. These things happened many. many
rains ago. and very far away-among the
fields of Bhurtpore. What came to those
fields at the next reaping, Hatbi?"
They were reaped By me and my four
sons said HATH.
"And to the ploughing that follows the
reaping?' said Mowgl
There vas no ploughing." said HATH.
"And to the men that live by the green
crops on the ground?' said Mowgh.
They went away"
And to the huts in which the men
slept?' said Mowgli.
I'VE tore the roof to pieces and the jun
gle swallowed up the walls" said HATH.
and what more beside?" said Mowgli.
"As much good ground as 1 can walk
over in two nights from the east to the
west. and from the north to south as
much as l can walk over in three nights,
the jungle took. We let ir the jungle
upon five villages, and in those villages
and in their lands, the grazing ground and
the soft crop grounds, there is not one
man today who gets his food from the
ground. That was the sack of the fields of
Bhurtpore, which and my three sons did,
and now 1 ask. Man-cub, how the news of
IL came to thee?' said HATH.
And now / see even Buldeo can speak
the truth.
"A man told me. 1t was we'll done.
HATH, with the white mark; but a second
time 1t can be done better, for the reason
that there is a man to direct. Thou know
est the village of the man-pack that cast
me out? They are idle, senseless and
cruel; they play with their mouths and
they do not kill the weaker for food but
for sport. When they are full fed they
would throw their own breed into the Red
Flower. 1t is not well that they should
live here any more. 1 am tired of them"
Kill them" said the youngest of Hathis
three sons, picking up tuft of grass, dust
ing 1t against his fore-legs and throwing
1t away, while his little red eyes glanced
fUrtively from side to side.
What good are white bones to me?"
Mowgli answered, angrily. Am / a cub of
q wolf to play in the sun with raw head?
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pool to make himself stop. Then he swan
round and round, ducking in and out of
the bars of the moonlight like the Frog, his
nameSake.
By this time HATH and his three sons
had turned each to one point of the COM
pass, and were striding silently down the
valleys a mile away. They went on ard
on for two days march-that is to say,
good sixty miles-through the jungle, and
every step they took and every wave of
their trunks was known and noted and
talked over by Mang and Chill and the
monkeys and all the birds of the forest.
Ihen they began to feed, and fed quietly
for week or so. HATH and his sons are
like Kaa the Rock Python. They never
hurry till they have to.
At the end of that time, and no one knew
who had started 1T, a rumor went through
the jungle that there was better food and
water to be found in such and such a val
ley. The pig, who, of course, Will go the
ends of the earth for full meal-moved
first by companies, scuffiing over the rocks,
and the deer followed with the little wild
foxes that live on the dead and dying of
the herds. and the heavy-shouldered nil
ghai moved parallel with the deer and the
wild buffaloes of the swamps came after
the nilghai. The least little thing would
have turned the scattered, struggling
droves that grazed and sauntered and
drank and grazed again, but whenever
there was an alarm some one would rise
up and soothe them At one time 1t would
be Sahi, the porcupine, full of news of good
feed just a little further on; at another
Mang would cry cheer1ly and nap down a
glade to show it was all empty, or Baloo,
with his mouth full of roots, would sham
BILE alongside wavering line and half
brighten, half romp 1t clumsily back to
the proper road. Very many creatures
broke back or ran away or lost interest,
but very many were left to go forward. At
the end of another ten days or SO the situ-
alton was this: The deer and the pig and
the nilghai were milling round and round
in a circle of eight or ten miles radius
while the eaters of flesh skirmished round
it's edge. And the center of that circle was
the village, and round the village the crops
were ripeniHg, and in the crops sat men on
what they call neutrality-suspicious. like
pigeon perches made of sticks at the top of
four poles-to scare away birds and other
stealers. Then the deer were coaxed no
more. The eaters of flesh were close on
them and forced them forward and on
ward
1t was a dark night when HATH and his
three sons slipped down from the jungle
and broke off the poles of the machans
with their trunks and they fell snap
ped stalk CT hemlock in blooms falls, and
the men that tumbled from them heard the
deep breathing of the elephants in their
ears. Then the vanguard of the bewider-
ed armies Of the deer broke down and
flooded into the village grazing grounds
and the ploughed fields, and the sharp
hoofed roofing wild pig came with them,
and what the deer left the pig spoiled, and
from time to time alarm of wolves
would shake the herds, and they would
rush to and fro desperately, treading down
the young barley and cutting fiat the
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-12-22
BLACK AND WHITE GOWN.
A Costume Which n Woman Cahho'
Well Dfspense With.

A Costume Which n Woman CANNOT
Well Dispense With.
Nowadays any woman who makes the
slightest pretense to being fashionable must
include in her wardrobe at least one plack
and white gown, for they are just as much
liked this year as they were last. Besides
always being lust the right thing, they
are invariably becoming, and for the
woman who can indulge in but one, or; per-
haps, two really nice gowns during the sea-
son they are far above and beyond any
other economical device, especially when
made in a style resembling the accompany
ing sketch, which allows silk or satin
bodices of different colors to be worn.
A deft touch here and there, a bit OF lace
artistically applied, few lace, satn or
velvet rosettes, some ribbon, or, perhaps,
yard or two of jet trimming, will transform
one of these gowns almost beyond recog-
milton.
For dinner, reception or opera wear moth
ing could be handsomer in design than the
costume shown. The skirt, which is plain
one, fitting closely about the hips and
across the front, but measuring six yards
around the bottom, is of white satin, hav-
ing inch wide stripes of black velvet The
velvet brace, which, by the way, is copied
from a very recently imported creation"
is oGt very low, both in front and back
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-12-22
DIPLOMATIC EPISODE.
How an American Minister Rode I'm IN
Exciting Horse Race.

When President Taylor selected Bailie
Peyton, a prominent Tennessee whig, to
represent the United States in Chile, horse
racing anc cock fighting were leading pub
lie amusements, and the bare announce
ment of one, date and location stated, never
failed to attract a large crowd. Many pub
lie men, both north and south, were devo-
tees of the turf, and none of them took
greater pride in their racing stud than Col.
Peyton. Hence, when he learned that horse
racing was unknown in Chile, that the peo-
pie there rode on donkeys. and used mules
even in state coaches, he threatened to de-
cline the appointment, fearing he would
died Of ennui there" and when he accept
ed, said: Il will go to Chile, not only as my
country's representative, but as a mission
airy to teach those benighted South Ameri-
cans some gentlemanly accomplishments"
Shortly after his arrival in Santiago a
race, with two noted entries, was planned.
Col. Peyton bet large sum of money on
one of the horses and the English minister
an equal amount on the other. There being
no professional Jockeys, some had been inn
proviSed and duly trained. All arrange
n ents-and on a splendid scale-were COM
pleted, when, on the morning named, the
Jockey slated to ride Peyton's horse became
disa bled and could move neither hand nor
foot. The colonel searched Santiago and
vicinity for a substitute, but could not
abandon ii seemed the only alternative,
when Peyton dumfoundcd the judges by
saying: Gentlemen, when a boy 1 often
rode and won races. L am heavier now,
not in training, but l will take my Jockeys
place and DO my best"
He was tall and stout, but active, strong
and self-possessed, and at the right time
presented himself trim and dapper in a
jockey suit, sprang into the saddle, at the
word dashed off, took and kept the lead
and, winning the race, was awarded the
wager.
Such an unusual diplomatic performance
could not escape public notice even in
those ante-cablegram, ante personal journal
ism days, and the United States newspa-
pers soon had graphic accounts of IL. There
were many severe criticisms of Col Pey-
toms Chilean adventure, but when Gen.
Taylor, "Old Rough and Ready" as he
was called, heard of II, he cut off a fresh
piece of tobacco, chewed ii awhile and quiz
city said: "Bailie is a smart fellow and can
do anything and do 1t we'll"
In after years Col. Peyton, who, in spite
of crushing reverses of fortune, always re-
tanned his sunny spirit, once jocularly re-
marked: Those Chileans owe me pension
and a monument, for / was their greatest
benefactor. / not only taught them how to
manage a race, but how to ride a horse.
Now they have fine horses superior tracks.
capital Jockeys and exciting races-all illus
trating the virtue of good example"
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They Made n Deal.
Cincinnati Tribune.

From the Cincinnati Tribune.
Excuse me-" said the seedy man, siding
up to the well-dressed citizen, IF 1 don't
mistake you are going into the saloon to
buy drink or a cigar OF something's"
II am going to buy myself drink" an
swered the citizen, with an accent on the
pronoun.
"Oh didn't want to brace you for no
ball. What 1 want you to do Is to take
this here nickel ard ask me to have beer
with you"
IL don't quite catch on"
I'll tell you; If go in and drink with a
fine, well-fixed man, like yourself, / kin
afterward stand there and stow away all
the lunch l want to. If / go in lookin' as
do, with my little old one Nickel I'd get
throwed out before I had a chance to take
more than four or five forkfuls of the beans
and a sandwich or two
The deal was made.
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banks of the irrigating channels. Before
the dawn broke the pressure on the out
side of the circle gave way at one point.
The eaters of flesh had fallen back and
left an open path to the south. and drove
upon drove of buck fed along it. The
others, who were boider, lay up in the
wild sal thickets to finish their meal next
night.
But the work was practically done.
When the villagers looked in the morning
they saw their crops. were lost And that
meant death If they did not get away, for
they lived year in and year out as near
to starvation as the jungle was near to
them. When the buffaloeS We're sent to
Craze the hungry brutes found that the
deer had cleared the grazing ground, and
so wandered into the jungle and drifted Off
with their wild mates, and when twilight
fell the three or four ponies that belonged
to the village lay in their stables with their
heads beaten in. Only Bagheera could
have given those strokes, and only Bag
heera would have thought of insolently
dragging the last carcasses to the open
street.
The villagers had no heart to light fires
in the fields that night, so HATH and his
three sons went cleaning among the pump
kins and what was left of the maize; and
where HATH CLEANS there Is no need 10
follow The men decided to live on their
stored seed corn until the rains had fallen,
and then to take work as servants till they
could catch up with the lost year. and as
the grain dealer was thinking OF the well
filed crates OF corn ana the prices he
would levy at the sale OF II, Hathis sharp
tusks were picking out the corner Of his
mud house, and smashing open the big
wicker chest heaped with cowdung where
the precious stuff lay.
When that last loss was discovered 1t
was the Brahmin's turn to speak. He had
prayed to his own gods without answer.
1t might Be- he said, that unconsciously
the village had offended some one of the
Gods Of the Jungle. for beyond doubt the
Jungle was against them. So they sent for
the head man of the nearest tribe Of wan
derinG Gonds-little, wise. and very black
hunters living in the deep jungle, whose
fathers came of the oldest race in India
the aboriginal owners of the land. They
made the Gond welcome with what they
had and he stood on one leg, his bow in
rows stuck ttror - his top-knot, looking
half afraid ana haIf Iontemptuously at the
anxious villagers ed their ruined fields.
They wished to XIV whether his gods
the old gods-were angry with them and
what sacrifices should be offered. The
Gond said nothing, but picked up trail of
the vine that bears the bitter wild gourd
and laced 1t to and fro across the temple
image. Then he pushed with his hand In
the open air along the road to kanhiw;ra
and went back to his Jungle, and watched
the Jungle people drifting through 1t.
There was no need to ask his meaning.
| had worshiped their god. and the sooner
| they saved themselves the better.
But il is hard to tear village from its