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Why,” she was asked by Cox, “did
you not inform your mistress of your
discovery at once?”
“Simply because I did not wish to
expose the poor girl,” was the ready
reply.
“What wages do you receive?” in-
quired Mr. Cox, changing the subject.
“Two dollars and a quarter a week,
sir.”
“How much have you received since
(Special Correspondence.)
HAVANA, March 15.—Except for the
omnipresence of the soldiers, the gen-
eral atmosphere of Havana just now,
to the newly arrived casual observer, is
not one strongly suggestive of war. The
same crowds throng the streets, the
theatres and the cafes seemingly enjoy
a thriving business, and the place does
not betray any symptoms much out of
the ordinary.
But this is only a first impression.
Forty-eight hours of scrutiny and a
week of mere ordinary observation at
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quickly, pick up the lamp and hurry
out to her room, which she entered,
locking the door after her.
Mrs. Nilson was then recalled.
“Did you not say, madam,” inquired
Cox, “that no one but the maid had ac-
cess to your room?”
“That was what I said, sir, but I
meant that she was the only one who
had business there.”
“Could not Ellen Baker have entered
it?”
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About $10,000,000 in gold is now con-
cealed in the teeth of people in the
world.
pieces, as they were to take the field
the next day.
Over all, particularly over the great
civil element, there hangs a pall of un-
rest, of apprehension, which is signifi-
“Certainly, sir.”
“Had the cook any means of know-
ing that you had money there?”
“Oh, yes, sir, and knew that I often
gave her money out of my drawer with
which to pay the grocer and market-
man.”
“Have you noticed the prisoner
spending money more freely than usual
since the theft?”
“No, sir, I cannot say that I have.”
Ellen Baker was then recalled to the
stand.
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About humor so much has been writ-
ten that it is superfluous to try to make
a new definition. But not much has
been said about the manifestation in the
life of artists and about their tricks,
which are the fruit of humor—nothing
more.
How funny was the trick of two ar-
tists, who, in their travelling in Swit-
zerland, came to a hotel, which was
made from an old castle, and where in
a hall were preserved some old por-
traits with very serious faces. There
came a rainy day.
“It’s horribly tedious today,” said,
one.
“It is nothing to be tired, but this
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less procession before the stolid fea-
tures and unblinking eye, beseeching
some favor—the restoration to health
of a loved one, a successful number in
the lottery, the safe return of a friend
from afar, the mending of a broken
limb, or the fulfilment of any desire
that enters their minds.
The Bambino often goes out to at-
tend women in child-birth, and then it
has a state coach of its own and two
monks to attend it. The fees paid for
its presence at sick-bed are fabulous,
and would place an ordinary doctor in
easy circumstances for life.
was only light-heartedness?
No art is so parodied as music, and
nothing persecutes us so obstinately as
bad music. From the bad picture you
can turn your eyes and avoid the dis-
agreeable impression. You are not
obliged to read bad poetry, and even if
you did your nervous system is not
much troubled. But how can you avoid
bad music, when your neighbor, having
no talent, tries to surmount the difficul-
ties accumulated in the potpourri of
“Trovatore?”
A real musician, when he meets such
music, at a time when he is not busy,
is not only as much impressed by its bad
quality as common mortals, but finds
in it a comic .side, and, with great
sharpness/ he catches it, and after-
wards makes a parody of the parody.
The incomparable poet of the piano,
Chopin, sometimes had moments of
such humor, and among his friends he
made upon his loved “Pleyel” such
tricks that the whole audience were
laughing, even to tears. Sometimes he
showed how his pupils played falsely,
or he made a parody of his mazurkas
as played by some dilettanti, or imi-
tated a drunken man who could not
sing. These were observations taken
directly from life, full of truth and
character.
Utilising tile Tombstones.
Not long ago a cottager in a village
in Kyle applied to the landlord to have
a new hearthstone. The landlord de-
clined to give him one, but told him
there were a lot of old gravestones
piled up in the churchyard, and that
he ought to go and take one of those.
A few days after he called on the
cottager, and found that he had taken
the hint, and also the gravestone; but
that he had put it down with the let-
tering side up.
“Why did you put it down that way?”
he asked, rather angrily.
“Oh!” was the reply, “it does fine to
teach the bairns the alphabet.”
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whence it yas transported to Rome.
Wonderful tales of its miraculous
powers were told. It was taken to the
house of a sick woman and then of its
own free will it miraculously returned
to Ara Coeli, ringing all the bells of the
churches and convents as on a festival,
without any person touching them. It
is said a wicked woman, desiring the
Bambino to stay with her longer than
was customary, had a false Bambino
made, which she had sent back to the
church instead. The true Bambino
was so indignant that on its own bare
little feet,, it went back to. the church.
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How the English Liberal Leader Bealt
With a Troublesome Visitor.
During Lord Rosebery’s term as for-
eign secretary in Mr. Gladstone’s last
administration, he was often annoyed
by an elderly female who paid him
daily visits to get his opinion on mat-
ters of no importance to him whatever.
Finally, becoming exasperated at the
woman, he gave the doorkeepers orders
not to admit her under any circum-
stances.
However, not a day passed that she
did not make an effort to gain a hear-
ing, and on an unusually late visit hap-
pened to meet the secretary just as he
was about to enter his carriage.
“Lord Rosebery,” said she, breath-
lessly, “I must see you on a most im-
portant subject, and at once!”
“Very well, madam,” said the urbane
secretary of state, holding open the
door of the vehicle for her, “I beg of
you to get in.”
Delighted to be invited to drive with
so important a personage, the talkative
lady jumped into the carriage, Rose-
bery gently closing the door on her, I
and, before she could expostulate, she
heard him saying to the coachman:
“Take the lady wherever she wishes
to go, James, and then home.”
Looking out of the window, the now
irate occupant saw her late victim
stepping into a cab.
Stricken City Under the Iron Heel of Weyler and His
Minions — Ravages of Smallpox Caused by
Awful Sanitary Conditions.
A Carven Baby in the Church, of the
Ara Coeli at Rome.
The most wonderful and wealthiest
baby in the world is, probably, the
“Miraculous Bambino,” in the Church
of the Ara Coeli, at Rome.
Regularly every Christmastide this
little wood-baby, accredited with the
power of performing miracles, is loaded
down with priceless jewels placed in a
presepio or manger in the church, and
all day long the people pass in an end-
don’t you see what you are
handling in that careless way? It’s Li
Hung Chang’s autograph.”
Her mother looked at it carefully,
laid it down, and, with a grave coun-
tenance, said:
well-disciplined, well-drilled, regular
troops. This is a great mistake. They
are no more the creditable descendants
of the famed Spanish infantry bf past
centuries than the lazzaroni of Naples
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Furst—We had a fowl at our house
last night with a neck like a bell.”
Wurst—Odd! How do you mean?
Furst—Why, it was wrung for din-
ner, you know.
Here Is a true story, as told by a
friend , who had it direct from the lips
of the eminent barrister and states-
man, S. S. Cox, popularly known by the
sobriquet of “Sunset.”
In the spring of 1852, Mr. Cox was
called to Jackson, Ala., having been
engaged in defending a young man ac-
cused of robbing the mails. As the
case was not to be called for some
days, Mr. Cox, with a view of becom-
ing acquainted with the way justice
was administered in the country courts
spent the afternoon in the court room
where he became much interested in a
case then in progress.
The prisoner, Margaret Bradly, was
a pretty, innocent-looking young girl of
about seventeen, and, when arraigned,
cried as if her heart would break. She
won Cox’s sympathy to such a degree,
that, regardless of the merits of the
case, he hoped for her acquittal.
The charge against her was larceny,
her mistress, a Mrs. Nilson, averring
that she had stolen one hundred dollars
out of a drawer in her room.
While the mistress was giving her
testimony, which was very damaging,
a young man, with tears in his eyes,
moved to where Cox was sitting, and
murmured:
“They tell me, sir, that you are a
great lawyer from the North?”
Cox having modestly bowed his head
in acknowledgment of the compliment,
the youth continued:
“Then do save her, sir.
it for she’s innocent.”
’“Is she your sister?” inquired
lawyer. .
“No, not my sister, sir, but—but—”
Cox interpreted the broken sentence,
and nodding his head asked if she had
no counsel. The young man informed
him that she had none save what the
court had ordered, that neither she nor
he had any money to pay the prices
demanded.
“But, save her, sir; oh! save her, and
I’ll give you all I can earn.”
Mr. Cox reflected for a moment,
meanwhile eyeing the prisoner care-
fully. She seemed to understand that
her lover was pleading for her, and the
piteous look in her eyes gave place to
one of entreaty.
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and when an astonished monk opened
the door it strode straight past him,
and went to its accustomed niche.
Not Another Drop.
The old generation of Galloway lairds
were a primitive and hospitable race,
but their conviviality sometimes led to
awkward occurrences. In former days
when roads were bad, and wheeled ve-
hicles almost unknown, an old laird
was returning from a supper party,
with his lady mounted behind him on
horseback. On crossing the River Urr,
at a ford at a point -where it joins the
sea, the old lady dropped off, but was
not missed until her husband reached
his door, when, of course, there was
an immediate search made. The party
who were dispatched in quest of her
arrived just in time to find her remon-
strating with the advancing tide, which
trickled into her mouth, in these words:
“No anither drap; neither het nor
cauld.”
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He was the new drummer of a big
house. Ambition spurred him on. He
longed for new fields of activity. Going
to the house of a customer already se- I
cured, he asked:
“Now, Mr. Oldman, can you tell me I
of any road that no other drummers I
have followed?”
“Well, yes, I think I can. The road I
to heaven. No drummer ever traveled I
that, to the best of my experience with I
them.”
Ah, yes, she was fair—fall’ beyond
the fondest dreams of his imagination.
Fair, although her gaze was stabismic I
and her teeth custom-made. It is
equally true that she had a before-tak-
ing complexion and a nose that traced
a curve of sines; a lack of symmetry
in her jaws, and hair that was a goad
to bovine frenzy.
Yet she was fair—fair enough to tell
him, before he popped, that her old
man’s reputed fortune was a myth.
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“This is a shame!” indignantly ex-
claimed Mrs. Neuwuman, “a young wo-
man has passed a brilliant examination
for the post of translator in the War
Department, the only one to pass at
all, and now I see by the paper that the
Adjutant-General refuses to accept her,
solely on account of her sex. What an
outrage!”
“Calm yourself, my dear,” meekly
answered Mr. Neuwuman, “you should
remember that her appointment would
have resulted in a serious breach of
Federal law.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, she would have interfered with
the United States males.”
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you have not laid any money away
while you have been with your present
mistress?”
“None except what Mrs. Nilson owes
me now. I had no money to slip into
other people’s trunks, and, what is
more, the twenty-five dollars found in
Margaret’s trunk has been proven to
be a part of what was stolen.”
“Where do you live?” suddenly asked
THINGS AS THEY ARE.
cant of the true situation. No Cuban
or American, either, for that matter,
knows when he or she may be seized
by the orders of the ruthless Weyler
or his even more brutal minions, such
as the unspeakable Fondesviella, who
is waging a war of repression, rapine
and murder in the suburb of Guana-
bacoa, and thrust into a loathsome
prison, unfed and tormented, upon
some trumped up charge, alleging
some grave high crime upon trivial evi-
dence or none at all.
Indeed, beyond the palace officials,
and those in the same small ring with
them, life here is a burden, and the af-
Eloquence—An appeal to the emo-
tions to do what reason does not sug-
gest.
you have been with Mrs. Nilson?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“If you had wished to cast suspicions
upon^ the prisoner, could you have
trunk?”
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frankly admitted that she had never
thought of associating Margaret with
the theft until —en suggested it.
Ellen Baker was then called to the
stand, where she boldly described how
she had looked through the keyhole in
the door in time to see the prisoner
take the money. She then went on to
testify that she saw the girl stoop
His mind made up, Cox turned to
the young man and said:
“Take me to your sweetheart,
boy. If it is her wish to have me un-
dertake her defense, I shall do so, not-
withstanding the overwhelming evi-
dence against her, for I believe her to
be innocent.”
Crossing over to where the prisoner
sat, Cox consulted her as to his acting
as her counsel and she readily assent-
ed, her gratitude being so great that,
in attempting to express it, she broke
down and burst into tears. After a
brief interview with the counsel ap-
pointed by the court matters were soon
arranged, and the judge was informed
that Mr. Cox would continue the de-
fence. A recess was then taken, dur-
ing which Cox learned the young wom-
an’s whole sad story.
“I told her I knew nothing about the
money,” she sobbed, when her story
was told, “and she believed me, but
before night her suspicions were di-
rected against me by Ellen Baker, the
cook. She never liked me, and when
she heard about the money being stol-
en, she told Mrs. Nilson that I had
taken it. She said I had excited her
suspicions by locking the door carefully
and quietly after I entered the room,
and that she, thinking that all was not
right, looked through the keyhole and
saw me take the money. The two went
to my trunk and found in it $25 of
the stolen money, whereupon Mrs. Nil-
son had me arrested.”
Ellen, the cook, was present in the
courtroom, and Margaret pointed her
out to Mr. Cox. He caught her eye as
she turned, with an expression of hat-
red toward the shrinking young crea-
ture at his side, and in that look his
practised eye detected guilt. Taking
out his memorandum book to make
some notes, he had scarcely written the
words “Ellen Baker” when a flood of
light burst upon him and a solution of
the mystery dawned upon him.
He abruptly left the courthouse, and
went to the office of the prosecuting at-
torney, whom he asked for the rifled
letters stolen from the mail bag. After
glancing over them, he selected one,
which he borrowed, promising to re-
turn it the next day. As he re-entered
the court house, Mrs. Nilson resumed
her testimony, and told about finding
the money in Margaret’s trunk. Upon
cross-examination by Mr. Cok, she
It is said the image was carved at
Jerusalem by a Franciscan monk, from
wood from the Mount of Olives. This
monk, though possessing great skill at
carving, was not an .adept in the use of
coloring matter, and in his despair he
resorted to fasting and prayer. He fell
into a deep sleep, and when he awoke
he found the little olive wood image
tinted a beautiful flesh color. He de-
cided immediately to send it to the
Church of Ara Coeli, . at Rome.
But disaster followed the ship; it was
wrecked, and the sacred image was
washed up to the shore at Livorno,
weather makes a horrible impression
upon me, and those portraits of past
centuries look so serious that
blue.”
“You are right, but we must make
them more jolly.”
Saying that, he takes out his colors
and brushes and begins to work; he
makes some touches about the mouths
of some of the portraits, and the por-
traits begin to laugh!
In a quarter of an hour’ both artists,
previously gloomy, made all the por-
traits laugh so foolishly that the artists
themselves laughed with all their
hearts.
“Go call the proprietor,” said one;
“we must show him these.”
In a few minutes the proprietor came;
but, accustomed to the look of the hall,
he did not pay any attention to the por-
traits. After a while one of the ar-
tists asked him in which century the
building was erected.
“Oh, it is from the time of feudalism^
and these portraits—”
“Sir” said he, after a while, in a'
frightened tone, “it seems to me—or is
it an hallucination? Please look! Are
not those portraits laughing?”
Seriously the artists looked at the
portraits.
“Indeed! you are not mistaken. They,
are laughing, and cordially, too.”
The proprietor, frightened, went to
call the other people, but the painters
rubbed out the fresh colors, and the
portraits were serious as before.
The astonishment of the proprietor
was greater now; he wanted to show
his people the miracle ,and the miracle
did not exist any longer.
“But you have seen,” he said to the
painters, “that all the portraits were
laughing.”
“Yes, and we saw, and can testify to
that with a good conscience,” was the
serious answer of both painters, not
showing any sign that they knew what
was the cause of such a metamorphosis.
And it was written in the book of the
hotel that on such and such a. date, in1
the presence of the proprietor and two
witnesses, happened an inexplicable
fact, etc.'
Music was for a long time in the nar-
row circle of stiff formality. Long cen-
turies passed before music began to go
down to the deepness of the human
heart and make itself felt the reflection
of human sentiments and the expres-
sion of the struggles of the soul. With
the development of music, began to
blossom the humor of musicians, and it
possesses a special character.
If one reads attentively the biogra-'
phies of celebrated musicians, he can-
not help making the observation that
the more the artist was struggling for
life, aspiring not only to fame, but also
to a proper condition of life, the more
he was full of humor. It seems that
humor is an addition to talent, the sun
which lightens the gray and sad life
of the artist and which does not permit
him to fall in despair at the time of his
hard fight for life.
“If artists did not possess what those
so-called ‘honest people’ denominate
light-heartedness,” said a very noted
painter to me once, one who in his life
had many sad moments, “it would be
impossible for him to endure so much
suffering, and, notwithstanding that, to
produce good work.”
Optimism is the inseparable comrad®
of the good humor of an artist. It is
impossible to say if the first is the con-
sequence of the second, or the contrary.
Anyway, it is a fact that artists, to the
end of their lives, believe in a better
future.
When the proposition was made to
Beethoven to make a new contract with
his publisher, the master thought to
make a great deal of money, and began
to dream about a magnificent house,
horses, etc. After such a difficult life,
still he had hope! Do you think that
even with such a profound artist that
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“What a brute that General Weyler
must be! He even mutilates his own
soldiers!”
“You don’t mean it?”
“Why, yes. I have just read that
many thousands of Spanish troops
were quartered in Havana.”
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Rich Man—By Jove, these poor rela-
tions are just like the gout; They stay
longer each time they come. I wish I
knew of some way to get rid of them.
His Friend—Easy enough. Give them
the same treatment you do the gout—
slim diet.
are of the ancient Romans. Their uni-
forms, plain and cheap at the start,
are, with the exception of a few spe-
cially favored regiments, faded and
worn, shoes dilapidated, and arms
kept in a condition that would disgust
the sergeants of the meanest militia or-
ganization in the United States. As
for drill, they are never drilled in earn-
est except on the day before a march
into the field. It is sufficient to say in
this respect that a Spanish officer re-
cently excused himself from the pres-
ence of a friend of mine here upon the
plea that he must devote an hour to
instructing his men how to fire their
The witness turned red, het
and was plainly taken aback,
question was repeated.
With a sullen air, she murmured, “At
Morrow, Montgomery county, this
state.”
Turning to Mrs. Nilson, Cox asked:
“Are you in the habit of taking re-
ceipts for your servants’ wages when
you pay them?”
“I always do,” was the prompt reply.
“May I see some of these receipts for
Ellen Baker’s wages?”
After some objections,
lowed! the request, and the receipts
were soon in evidence. After examin
ing them closely, Cox placed them in
sensational developments which may
threaten their property or liberty, for
Weyler is no respecter of persons, un-
der whatever flag they may be, unless
the guns of a warship have his palace
within range.
Add to this the enervation born of
the climate, which is now rapidly’ ap-
proaching the zenith of its evil, and
the miseries incident to a state of war
and civil chaos in any land, and you
have’ an idea of the situation at this
moment in Havana, capital of the
“Pearl of the Antilles,” an island which
under a good government and latter-
day hygienic management, should be
one of the happiest, as well as one of
the richest in the world.
GEORGE AMES WYTHE.
Fooling tl»e Horse.
Good Samaritan—Don’t you know
better than to drive that poor horse un
hill so fast? v
O’Connor—Up hill, is it? Oh, begor-
ra, the nag’s blind, and he can’t see'
A Very Narrow Escape.
A young lady who collects auto-
graphs is the envy of her feminine ac-
quaintances. She has secured the sig-
nature of the famous Li Hung Chang.
The quaint inscription might be any-
thing else, so far as the impression
which it conveys to the Anglo-Saxon
eye is concerned, but its authenticity is
indisputable.
She had been suffering from influ-
enza, and the physician had left a
prescription. Her mother, after the
doctor’s departure, picked up a piece of
paper and was almost out of the room
when a cry of anguish arrested her.
“Be careful!” pleaded the daughter.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Are you delirious?” was the re-
The Count—I am very fond of skat-
ing.
She—So I hear. Bobolink said you
fcad a terrific skate last Saturday night.
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Ellen’s hands, and she identified them
as being in her handwriting.
“Ah, so far so well,” he observed, im-
pressively. Then, in a stern voice, he
asked: “Now I command you to tell me
where you obtained the seventy-five
dollars which you sent to your brother,
through the mail, on the date borne on
this letter.”
He held aloft the letter he had bor-
rowed from the prosecuting attorney.
At sight of it, the witness turned pale,
then red, then pale again, she stag-
gered and convulsively clutched the
rail.
I -I did not did not—I—” she stam-
mered.
“But you did!” thundered Cox, and
then, turning to the court, he said, “I
was called to this state to defend a
man who had been arrested for rob-
bing the mails. In the course of pre-
paring the case, I had access to the
1 ifled letters, and became familiar with
their contents. Afterwards, when in
this court this morning, I took up the
present case, and in hearing the name
of Ellen Baker, I suddenly recollected
that one of the rifled letters, which bad
contained money, was signed by Rachel
Baker. This letter, which contained
seventy-five dollars, left this city as a
glance on the postmark will show on
the day that the money was missed bv
Mrs. Nilson The letter reads as fol-
lows: Dear Brother John: I send you a
letter with seventy-five dollars inclosed
which you are to keep until I come
home. Don t dare to mention it to any
one and do not use it, as I want to
save it to go to housekeeping on when
I get married next month. Good bye
Your sister, Rachel Baker.’ The letter
is directed to ‘John Baker,
Montgomery county, Ala.,’ and the
writing is identical, as you, gentlemen
of the jury, will see, with that on
these receipts, which the witness El-
len Baker, has identified as her own ”
A dramatic scene followed this ex-
plosion, and in a few minutes t’
reported a verdict of “Not guilty”
the case of Margaret Bradly.
To make a long story short, Cox
fused to accept the twenty dollars ui-
fered to him by the girl’s lover—all he
had m the world—and before he left
town he had the pleasure of being the
honored guest at the wedding of the
young couple whose happiness he had
made possible.
most, is all the time needed for the dis-
covery and full appreciation of the true
state of affairs, and a lamentable state
of affairs it is. The health of the city,
in the first place, is simply awful. The
weather is getting warmer and with
the higher temperature and the ap-
proach of the rainy season the miser-
able sanitary conditions prevailing are
producing even greater ravages than
have been in progress during the win-
ter, when they were bad enough. Yel-
low fever and small-pox are always
present, but the arrival and quartering
here of thousands of unacclimated, en-
ervated soldiers has furnished fertile
fields for the seeds of these dread dis-
eases, .which are prostrating and carry-
ing off seriously large numbers daily.
The superficial aspect of gayety, or
at least of contentment, is all a sham.
The Spanish officers are most of them
dissatisfied and want to go back to
Spain, although, for various reasons,
they have received various sums of
money, which they dissipate in the
cafes and elsewhere. But with the
men, it is different. Their pay in ar-
rears, often for whole months, poorly
fed and clothed worse, owing to the
rank corruption of those high in office,
these poor fellows are a prey to nos-
talgia, to fever and to general depres-
sion which finds relief only upon the
rare occasions when dissipation is pos-
sible to them.
As a general thing, in comparing the
Spanish troops with the insurgents, it
is the custom to refer to the latter as
irregular guerrillas, poorly organized
and trained, etc., and to the former as
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