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Evening star., 1896-11-28
PINE CONE FIRES.
They Make Pretty and Fragrant
Blaze I'm Open Crates.
From the Philadelphia Record.

From the Philadelphia Record.
Few dweller3 in the city, even if they
enjoy the soul-satisfying luxury of an open
fire, know how to make It yield them all
OF the aesthetic pleasure " which it is capa-
! bic of yielding to those who have found
| which Of the woodland treasures make
| richest fuel for the flames and the prettiest
pictures In the Goals.
The pines cones that fall from the trees
In autumn and are now strewing the ground
| make a very beautiful fire when laid upon
the burning logs of the fireplace or on the
anthracite In the CRATE. They flare up
with bright, steady flame until burnt to a
| glowing red cinder, each cone preserving
Its shape and outline, and remaining a
thing of beauty till it finally falls into
Kaleidoscope fragments
As pleasing diversion for an invalid
one could not do him a kinder little serv-
Ice than to collect lot of these cones
from under the trees in the park and send
them with an appropriate line or two.
Last winter the holidays brought nothing
that pleased one hopeless consumptiVe so
much as a large burlap bagful of selected
pine cones for the fire that made tho
beauty of his waning days. The donor
wrote on the bag: Give me of thy balm,
o fir tree" but a beautifully suggestive
verse to have written under the circum-
stances would have been this from Lowell's
Singing Leaves"
But the trees all kept their counsel,
And never word said they;
Only there sighed from the pine tops
A music of seas far away
There are many apropos quotations about
the pines that will occur to every one.
The lettering may be done with pencil
and then outlined with heavy brown cotton
or wool on ordinary bushel bag and tied
when filled with a yard of brown ribbon.
1t would surely give pleasure to a weary
one.
Small branches or twigs of lichen-covered
oak hickory also make delightful top
fuel for the open fire, the tiny mosses
emitting many colored lights and the CHEEKY
cracking trying in vain to drown the
singing of the pixie" or fairy in the wood,
the legend has il, but which peculiarly
soothing sound cold science attributes To
an imprisoned insect
Evening star., 1896-11-28
Proved His Love.
the Chicago Daily Tribune.

frOm tne CnlcaSo Dally tribune.
They were two working girls, and they
happened to meet the other day at the
restaurant where they eat luncheon. The
brunette ordered baked beans and lemon
ade, and the blonde selected fruit cake and
coffee. Tomorrow is pay day, you KNOW
she said. in reply to the inquiring look of
the other.
"Oh! Well, have you heard the news
about Mary? She's resigned"
Il know" said the blonde 81 was in
hopes I'd be the first to tell you. She's go
ing to be married"
Yes; in a lovely blue silk. 1 forget the
name Of the man she's going to marry. He
isn't very good looking, they say, but Mary
says he's intellectual. She says
"Oh, pshaw! You can't tell from Mary
mo; but Sadies seen his photograph,
and she says he wears glasses"
Does he? Well, Mary's lucky, If she is
red-headed. Why. he would just do any
thing in the world for that girl.''
''Humph"' said the brunette. That's the
way she talks now, but you can't tell a
thing about II until after they're married -
You can tell it easy enough in this case;
he's proved it already" said the blonde,
warmly.
''Said he'd die for her, 1 suppose" re-
turned the brunette, scornfully. Lots of
'em talk that way before they have to nav
the butcher ~ fA'
This isn't talk, anyhow; he's proved his
love, 1 tell you"
How? Did he save her life-or tell ber
that her hair is golden?'' AGA
Neither; he sold his bicycle to buv her
an engagement ring" e-
Evening star., 1896-11-28
A Walking Telephone.
From the Chicago Tribune.

From the Chicago Tribune
A walking telephone caused considerable
merriment In the business houses of Oak
Park yesterday. ]. C. Chester OF Glendive.
Mont, was the curiosity, and the speaking
tubes and 400 yards of wire carried upon
his person caused excitement among pc
destrians. A sign upon his breast, which
read, Yell hello! and wait for a bell ring"
made him conspicuous as he walkeI from
store to store Chester is an inventor, and
is deaf and dumb. He says he is on his
way to Washington ID. c., to secure pat
ent on a contrivance which assists deaf
persons to hear and dumb persons to talk"
He needs money to get there, and asks for
assistance by means Of little tin whistle,
through which he lisps and breathas at the
same time. The sound thus produced is
distinct, but resembles Punch and Judy
dialect. He receives a reply through a
miniature telephone transmit:er. The tee-
phone is connected with the ear by four
feet of insulated wire, and receives its cur
rent from a dry battery carried i'm the hip
pocket. Chester says he is a graduate OF
the Columbus, Ohio, deaf mute asylum,
and carries credentials purporting 10 be
signed by Professor c. NJ. fulton of that
institution. His journey thus far from
Montana has occupied six weeks, and he
expects to make Washington during the
coming month.
Evening star., 1896-11-28
Part I.

In the summer of 1916. two years arter
the second battle CT Hochstett. which Eng
Ushmen call Blenheim, in a world ringing
with the names of Marlborough and Eu-
gene, Louis of Baden and Villars, Nlieroy
the Incapable and Bouff1ers the BraVe-a
world, for US, of dark chaos lurldly Ill by
flames of burning hamlets, and galloped
through by huge troopers wearing peri
wigs and high boots, and pistols two feet
long in the barrel-one of the Austrian
captains sat down before the frontier town
of Huymonde in Spanish Flanders, and
prepared to take 1t.
Whereat Huymonde was not too greatly
moved A warm town of fat burghers and
narrow streets, and oak wainscots that
1inked in the freight, and FURNISHED
fiagons that caught the drinkers smile, 1t
vas not to be lightly excited; and 1t had
been besiesed heaven only knows how
many times before. Men made ready as
for a long frost; took count of wine and
provisions, and hid portion Of each under
the cellar floor; thanked God that they
were not the garrison and that times were
changed since the Thirty Years War; and.
in short, fell very easily into an idle life
fecked with bubbles of excitement. When
the Austrian guns rumbied without, and
the smoke eddied slowly over the walls,
they stood in the streets, their hands In
their rnuffs, and gossiped not unpleasantly; !;
when the cannons were silent they smoked
their long pipes on the ramparts, and meas
ured the advance of the trenches. and lis
tened while the oldest inhabitant prosed
of the sack by Spinola in "a and the winter
siege of II.
Whether the good townsfolk were as
brave in private-when at home with their
wives, for instance-may be doubted; but
this for certsin the burgomaster's trouble
lay all with the women. Whether they had
less faith in the great Louis-who, indeed.
seemed in these days less superior to
world in arms than in the dawn Of his
glory-or whether they found the Oldest in
habitants tales too precisely to the point,
they had way of growing restive once
week, besiegtng the good burgomaster's
house and demanding-with a thousand
sErill and voluble tongues-immediate sur
render on terms. Between whiles, being
busy with scrubbing and baking and wash
ing their children, they were quiet enough.
But as surely Sunday came round, and
with It clean house and leisure to chat
with the neighbors, the burgomaster's hour
came too. and with 1t mob of women
shaking crooked fingers at him, and deaf
ening him with their abuse. He began
though a bold man-to dream at night of
De Witt and his fate and from stout and
Evening star., 1896-11-28
CThe End.)
THE LUCK OF ROARING CAMP.
The First Publication of the Skctc
Which Mnle Rrei Hnrte Enmaux.

The First Publication of the sketch
Which Made Bret Hartc Famous.
Charles Warren Stoddard in the Atlantic.
In July, 1868. when the Overland Monthly
founded, Bret Harte became its editor
Mr.. Rour sevelle Wildman, the editor of the
Overland Monthly, new series, has recently
written: when Anton Roman made up
his mind to establish monthly ma agaZine
in connection with his publishing and book
selling business, he did so with the advice
of Noah Brooks, Charles Warren Stoddard,
B. B. Redding. W. c. Bartlett and Others
for most of whom he had already published
books When the question of q suita BILE
editor arose, Stoddard recommended Bret
Harte, then an almost unknown writer on
the Golden Era, at that. time a popular
weekly. Bret Harte accepted with some
misgivings as to financial matters but was
reaSsured when Roman showed him pledges
OF support by advertising patronage up to
$500 month, which he had secured in ad-
vance"
In the August number of that magazine
appeared THE Luck of Roaring Camp"
If Mr.. Harte had been in doubt as to his
vocation before, that doubt was now dis
PEELED forever. Never was more en-
phatic or unquestionable literary success
That success began in the composing room,
when a female comppsitor revolted at the
unaccustomed combination of mental force,
virility and originality. No doubt 1t was
all very sudden and unexpected; it shook
the editorial and composing rooms, the
business office, and limited number of
worthy people who had seen "The Luck in
manuscript, as they had never been shaken
save by the notorious Californian earth
quake. The climax was precipitated when
the justly indignant editor whose motives
literary judgment and good taste had been
impeached, declared that The Luck Of
Roaring Camp, should appear in the very
next number of the Overland Monthly or
he would resign the office. Wisdom finally
prevailed; the article appeared, the Over
lands success was assured and it's editor
was famous.
Evening star., 1896-11-28
the wall. she flung herself down before

the wall. she flung herself down before
them.
What was one woman on such a night, in
such riot as held the captured town.
The torrent Of iron, remorseless. uncheck-
ed, numbered over her and tore. along the
street. 1t seemed impossible that she
look to the fallen soldier. whose neck was
broken-the woman beside him rose unhurt
and without scratch, and staggered to the
wall. There she leaned a moment to recov-
er ner breath and shake off her giddiness
and second to think; and then, with a
strange, new expression on her face, an
expression between hope and fear, she took
her way weakly along the street. The first
left, brought her unmolested-the enemy
were quelling the last resistance in the
square-to the front of the House on the
Wall. She looked up eagerly and saw that
the windows were dark; looked at the
door, and. by the light of the distant con-
fagration, saw that it remained closed.
Still. she scarcely dared to hope that
that was true which her miraculous es-
cape mad suggested to a mind almost un-
hiEged. She scarcely dared to hope, and
II took her more than a minute to mount
the steps and push the heavy door open.
and, peering in fearfully, satisfied herself
that in the outer room, at least, all was
as she had left 1t. A spark of fire still
glowed on the hearth. She CROPPED her
way to 1t, and blew it into fame, and
with shaking hands, lit spill of wood
and waved 1t above her head, then held it,
Yes. all was as she had left it here. But
the farther room-the room? What of
that? She stared at the door, and dared
not open it. Then flew at 1t and tore it
open feverishly ard stood on the thresh-
old.
Yes, and here! Here, too, all was as
she had left it, She waved the little
brand above her head, needless of the
sparks. waved 1t until it famed high and
| cast light into every corner. But the
woman's eyes sought only one thing, and
| that was the mask of brickwork that block
ed the great window.
1t was untouched! 1t was untouched I
She had expected as mucll-for the last
| five minutes everything, the closed door,
the unchanged room. had pointed to It.
Yet, now that she was assured of 1t, and
knew for certain that she had not done
the thing-that, guilty as she had been in
intention, not one life lost that night lay
| at her door, not one outrage, she fell ON
her face and wept, though it was the
sweetest moment of her life; prayed.
| though she sought nothing but to thank
Evening star., 1896-11-28
They Ate Up the Church.
; From the Troy Times.


Bishop Williams of Marquette was re-
Gently invited to serve his alma mater.
cornell University. as university preacher.
he did SO. coming straight from the synod
of the Canadian Church at Winnipeg and
bringing this story with him: There was
missionary bishop there" said Bishop
Williams, who had been six weeks In
coming. most Of the way by canoe. He
rose and began by saying that he would
speak for himself and for brother bish-
op. who. unfortunately. could not be pres
ent. He was sorry to say that his brother s
diocese had gone to the dogsI A general
gloom followed these words. He went on
to say that the bishop had found SO MANY
tnquirers after religion among the Esoui-
maux north of Hudson bay that he had to
build a church. AS there was no wood he
used whales ribs for rafters, covering
them with tanned walrus hide and SO
made church to hold eighty persons. All
went merry as marriage bell for a time,
until-the dogs grew famished and ate the
church."
Evening star., 1896-11-28

A chance passer, seeing her stand thus,
caught the whiteness Of her face, and
thought her afraid. "Cheer up, mother"
he said. over his shoulder. "They are all
bark and little bite
"T would they bit to the bone!' she cried
furiously.
But luckily he was gone too far to hear or
understand, and resuming her course she
hurried on, her head bowed, and In few
minutes came to the foot of the stone steps
that, in two flights at right angles, led up
to the low-browed door Of her house.
There, as she set her foot on the lowest
stair. and wearily began the ascent, a man
advanced out of the darkness and touched
her sleeve. For an instant she thought it
the man, and caught her breath, and
stepped back. But his first word showed
You live here?" he said abruptly. "Can
I come in?'
In ordinary times his foreign accent and
the CLINT Of a pistol barrel, which caught
her guard. But tonight she had nothing to
lose, nothing, 1t seemed to her, to hope.
She scarcely looked at the man. "As you
wantT'
"Tospeak to YOU"
"Come in then" she said.
And she did not turn to him again until
they stood together in the room above and
second time what he wanted.
Are we alone?' he returned staring sus-
piciously about him.
My daughter is above" she answered.
"There Is no one else In the house."
"And you are poor?"
She shrugged her shoulders indifferentlv
and by a movement Of her hands seemed
to put the room in evidence; one or two
pictures, standing on easels. and few
common painters properties redeemed II
from utter barrenness, yet left 1t cold and
faded
Nevertheless. his next question stirred
even her apathy: What rent do Won
pay? he asked harshly.
What rent?'' she repeated, shaken out
Of her moodiness. :
Evening star., 1896-11-28

on, deSpising and despised In the quaint
house on the wall, at which he had snatch
ed. on his first coming, because 1t looked
over the open country: and there after sew
en- years had died, scarcely better known
and no whit more highly appreciated, than
on the day of his arrival.
After that the story was of two women
living sola cum sola, one wholly for the
other; suspected, if not disliked, by their
neighbors. and for their part alien in all
their thoughts and standards, since the
artists widow could not forget that he had
been Peter PauIs favorite pupil, or that
her father had counted quarterings. Sofa
cum sola, until one day the war began
and, Huymonde setting itself to look to its
defenses, a young man appeared one GER
tain evening to inspect the House on the
Wall. and see that the window which look
ed out over the country was safely and
properly built up and strengthened.
You must have sergeant and guard
billeted here was his first sharp word
and the widow haG sighed at this invasion
of their privacy, which was also their pow
erty. But the young girl, standing side
ways in that very window, had pouted
her red lips and froWned on the intruder
and the sergeant had not come. Instead,
the young man had returned at first week
ly, then at shorter intervals, to see that
the window defenses remained intact.
With his appearance life in the House on
the Wall had become different thing.
He was the son of the burgomaster of the
town; he would be the richest man in the
Town, his vile might repay Win interest
of advantage the dull bovine scorn to which
the city danes had treated her mother.
The widow permitted herself to hope Her
child was beautiful with the creamy fair
ness of Guelders, and as pure as the sky.
The young man was gay and handsome,
and doubtless these qualities made their
due impression on the elder womans heart.
long unfamiliar with them. So, for more
than year, he had had the run of the
house, been one of the family and then
one day had disappeared, and then one
other day
Oh, God of vengeance! She paused in
the darkening street, she thought of
it. Beside her a long low window, warm
ly curtained, let out a stream of ruddy
light. From the opposite house issued
CHEEKY voices and tinkling laughter. And
before and behind. whichever way she look
ed, freight flashed through diamond
panes, glowed on the heart of green
bottle glass. Out in the street men shoul-
dered past her, talking blithely, and in
distant kitchens cups clinked and ware clat-
tered, and every house-every house from
garret to parlor-seemed to her home
happy and gleeful. A home. and her
home? She stood at the thought and
cursed them cursed them, and. like the
Evening star., 1896-11-28

into the narrow street that led to her
house on the Wall, the story of her life in
Huymonde spread itself before her in a
strlng or scenes that now-now, alas, but
sequence In this tragedy. Nine years be-
lore she had come to Huymonde with her
artist husband; but the great art of the
sixteenth and seventeenth centuries was
dying or dead in Flanders, and with 1t the
artistic sense and the honor once paid to it,
Huymonde made Delft stifl, and pottery;
but on old conventional lines, in endless
repetition Of old formal patterns, with no
touch OF genius or appreciation. Trade, and
desire to win the f1orid ease, the sleek
comfort Of the burgher. possessed the town
wholly. The artist had found himself a
stranger In strange land: had struggled
Evening star., 1896-11-28

God-prayed and wept with childish cries
of gratitude. until the light at her side
went out and left her in darkness and
through a rift in the rough masonry a
single r~peered in at her.
In Huymonde there was wailing enough
that night. Ruin and loss, and a broad
casting of lifelong sentences of penury
And many prayed, and few when morn
ing came. and found their roofs still stand
ing, gave thanks. But to this woman
PROSTATE on the floor of the lonely House
on the Wall, all that night was one long
prayer and Thanksgiving. For she had
passed through the fire, the smell of the
singeing was on her garments, and yet she
was saved.
CThe End.)
Evening star., 1896-11-28

gazing at them. Little by little, as she
looked, the expression in her eyes changed,
and they took the cold. fixed distant look
or sleep-Walker. A moment, and she
drew a shuddering breath and turned and
went out; and, cropping in the outside dark
ness for the balustrade, went down the
staircase, and passed unfaltering into the
street.
A part of the garrison happened to be re-
treating through the street at the time, a
few still turning to fire at intervals, but
the greater number hurrying along with
bent heads, keeping close to the houses,
ran against her as she issued from the
doorway, and nearly knocked her down;
put she recovered herself, and, reaching
the middle OF the roadway, stood there like
d ROCK ner lace turned in the direction
whence the fugitives were fastening
ana presently she saw, what she wanted.
In the reek of smoke above the burning
gate, toward which she looked-and the
flames of which filledi the street with a
smoky glare-a sudden glitter of steel
shohe out; and in moment, rank on rank
dense column of men appeared. coming
shoulder to shoulder. She watched them
tramp. nearer and nearer, 'f1lling the street
from wall to wall, unEl she could see the
glare OF their eyes; then with a cry that
bayonets.
With eyes shut, with arms open to re-
ceive the thrust. But the man whom she
mad singled out had dropped his point with
an oath and delt her buffet with butt
ana eiooW that flung her aside unhurt a
second did the same to her, and a third.
until, banded from one to another, she
fell against the wall, breathless and dizzy.
but unhurt.
The column swept on, and she rose She
had escaped-by a miracle, as it seemed to
her; but despair still held her, and the roar
OF mine exploding not far off. the stun
ming report OF which was followed by heart
rendlng wais' drove her again on her fate.
h0d Chn 20
night. Hard on the foot followed a troop
OF dragons. The horses, excited by the
IRE and the explosion, were plunging in
woman's eyes alighted on them, one fell
and threw Its rider. It seemed to her then
that she saw her doom; and, darting from
Evening star., 1896-11-28
Urban Ignorance.
From tie New York Weekly,

From tie New York Weekly
Mrs. Hayfork (who had summer hoard
ers)-"Yes. Mrs. Hayseed, the igrance of
city folks about country life is just amaz-
in. Ye know, had two families from New
York last season.
Mrs. Hayseed-'Yes, I seed 'em gala
vantin' around"
well, it's an actual fact, them people
brought toothbrushes with 'em, Jest as n
we were such savages out here as not to
have sich simple thing as toothbrush
in the house."
Evening star., 1896-11-28
His Religion.

From the Northwest Magazine.
''What is your religion, Mr.. Gilbert?' ask
ed the landlady OF her new boarder
Meat three times day." was the reply
that startled the good woman and put her
into reverie as to whether the man was
q heather or misunderstood the question.
Evening star., 1896-11-28
Part III.

echo of her whispered words, the solemn
boom of a cannon foated over the town.
BoletiÌn mercantil de Puerto Rico. (San Juan, P.R.) 18??-1918, 1896-10-04

4 sus criados tratarla de vieja, de ava
ra y de antipatica.
-Voy ponerles q todos de patti
tas en- la calle-dice la agraviada a 81
marido.
NO 10 hagas, mujer.
--Pero, por quea
-Porque 81 los despides, lepetiran
fuera de casa 10 que no dicen mas
que aqui
Paludismo." LAS 6ebres palIdi-
cas- y toda ciase de febres interim
tentss y remitentes provienen de una
causa, 4 saber: aspiration de la mala
ria 8 emanaciones miasmatlcas que
vician y depravan la secretion de la
bills y alteran la accion natural del
estomago y del higado La Zarzapa
rriIla Piidoras del Doctor Bristol
son los mejores remedies para CORE
cir la aceion y forta|ecsr el estomago
y el higado.
Nurafan Clerta y encazmcnte cl Pa
ludismo en- todas sus manifestations,
eliminando de la sangre los malos hu-
mores, y puri6candola efectivamente,
produciendo fuerza, animacion y goce
perfecto de la vida.
De todas parties Sc publican diaria
mente testimonies de la ehcacia curati,
va y terapedtica de la Emulsion de
Scott.
El que suscribe, Meiico Cirujano.
Certihca: Que ha usado siempre
con resultado satlsfactorio la j." Emul
sion de Scott de ale.le dc higado
de bacalao { hipofos6tos dc cal y sosa
en- la tuberculosis, enfermedades es
crofulosas. y especiaImen:e en- el ra
quitismo de los niiios, por 10 que no
duda en- recomendarla.
Y para que conste explde el pre-
sente en- Sabanilla del Commentator, |
Cuba, a IL de JUNO de 1894.
Dr. Leoncio Junco.