- .4..:. * first of them all, and quite alone. THE ADJUTANT’S GRAVE. ‘ It was at the taking of Rangoon. From the Irrawaddi the crashing batteries of a dozen steam frigates had leveled the stockades on the river side. Black masses of naked, smoke-stained Burmese, exposed at their guns or in, shallow trenches, when the, teak wallg fell or were burned, were mowed down like grass by a hailstorm of grape. Our artillery was landing. The Eighteenth Royal Irish were already in the breaches and at the water gate. The Burmese dropped their cumbrous shields and lances and dhars and fled, yelling, back toward the great pagoda. ThOse wild Irish, possessed of the same devil that dashed and slashed and stabbed and hacked and hurrahed in the Enniskilleners ‘at Waterloo, went off in hot chase. Only one regiment!— for they would not wait for the slow. boats that were bringing the guns, and the Eightieth and the Sepoy Rifles, but broke away in pursmta'in spite of the almost frantic officers, who, weak and hoarse with ineffectual efforts to check heir mad command, were forced to follow at last, all chas- ing the bubble reputation together—— one regiment, at the heels of ten thou- sand panic-stricken savages! One of the glorious fellows of the crack Eighteenth in this tempestuous hurley-burle y was Fallon, the adjutant. He was the equipped model of a gen- t.eman and a soldier, according to the standard of his proud regiment; a jovial boon companion, generous com- rade, fast friend, frank and fearless enemy; in sport a child, in taste a scholar, impetuous in fight, pitiful in victory. “ As his disordered party charged, shouting, up the broad Dagon road, be- tWecn the long lines of the inner stock- ade, over bamboo bridges thrown across trenches, and past grim. gigantic idols and ponghee houses fantastically carved, the adjutant who had lingered . behind the rest, striving to the last, in his habitual devotion to discipline, to restrain the men, happened to be in the rear of all. “How now?” jestingly cried Clark, an English ensign of the adjutant’s mess, who was running just before him, “our plucky Fallon at the back of us all! This is bad enough for me, old fellow, who have my medals to win; but it will never do for you, with those red ribbons to answer for.” “I am doing my best, Clark, my boy,” Fallon replied, “and shall be up with that crazy sergeant presently. You know I am good for a short brush of foot race; fast running is one of my accomplishments—thanks to my bog- trotting education and the practice Lord Gough gave us.” Hardly were the words done ringing in his comrade’s ears when the gallant Fallon, the pride of his corps, received in his generous breast a dozen musket balls, as he sprang up the broad stair- case of the Golden Dragon pagoda— He fell on his face, stone dead, on the stairs, sword in hand, and smiling. When all was over, and his regiment held the post of honor on the very throne of the Boodh, they gave him a soldier’s most distinguished obsequies, burying him in a grove of talipot trees, behind a ponghee house of the most most grotesque architecture, and just outside of what were afterward the Sepoy lines of the Eightieth. His faith- ful orderly planted a rude cross at his grave’s head and set an English white rose there. An American missionary gave it to him. _ .In Calcutta Norah Fallon—beautiful, accomplished, witty, altogether ra- diant with rare charms of mind and ‘ person—waited with her young child for news fromher soldier husband,who had her heart in his keeping within the stockades of Rangoon. When they told her he was dead, she fell, uttering only a sharp cry, and lay as one dead for many days. But when she awoke to the consciousness of her pro- found bereavement, and her eternal widowhood, she shed not a tear nor spoke a word, but took her boy and went aboard a troopship that sailed on the morrow for Rangoon. On the voyage still she spoke not, nor ever wept; the silence of her sor- row had something sacred, almost aw- ful, about it, that commanded a del- icacy of consideration, which was a sort of worship, from the rudest about her. Arrived at Rangoon, no sooner had the ship dropped anchor off the king’s wharf than Norah sent her chaprassey, her Hindoo errand goer, with a note to Gen. Godwin, commanding the com- pany’s forces in Burmah: “The wife of Maurice Fallon, adjutant in the Eight- eenth of her majesty‘s Royal Irish, would be permitted to see her hus~ band’s grave; she awaits the expres- sion of the general’s wishes on board the Mahanuddy.” , She waited long. At last the answer came: ‘ ‘It was with unfeigned sorrow that Lieut. ‘ Gen. Godwin found himself constrained, by the exigencies «.f his position, to refuse the widow of one of his best officers, Whose loss was felt by the whole Anglo-Indian army, the sad privilege of visiting the spot where his comrades consigned him to a brave sol- dier’s grave. But the general’s footing in Rangoon was precarious; hourly ap- prehensions of attack by a strong body of the enemy were entertained. “It was known that a Burmah chief was approaching with a numerous and well-armed force, and had already ar- rived in the neighborhood of Kemmen- dine. Therefore, for the present, the lieutenant general must forbid the landing of his countrywoman from the shipping on any pretext. He hoped to be forgiven by the dear lady, whose grief he humbly asked to be permitted to share; but in this 'case he was not left in the. exercise of the least discre: tion. Such were the regulations.” When Norah Fallon had read these lines she retired to her cabin in silence and was not seen again that day. On the next she was observed in frequent and eager conference, in whispered Hindoostanee, with an old and faithful bearer, gray-bearded, and of grave and dignified demeanor, who had long been , J in the confidence of her husband—in- deed, a sort of humble but fatherly guardian to the young, inexperienced and perhaps imprudent pair, who, with their darling between them, were all in all to each other, and heedless of all beside. The oldHindoo had formerly lived several 'years at Prome, whither he had gone in the capacity of bearer to an English commissioner; he therefore knew the Burmese character well, and could speak the language with toler- able fluency. . There were many “friendly” Bur- mese at Rangoon at this time, deserters from Dallah, shrewd fellows who had foreseen safety in British ascendancy, and, being mostly fishermen,had offered themselves for “Inglee”. muskets for the nonce, with a sharp eye to profit- able nets thereafter. Indeed, not afew of these calculating traitors had taken to their old trade already, and were busy plying their poles and hooks from crazy canoes at the mouth of Kemmen~ dine creek. It was not long before some of them. hailed by old. Buxsoo, the bearer, came alongside with, as he said, fish for-rthe Mem Sahib, his mis- tress. On these occasions he conversed with them in Burmese, and Whoever watched narrowly the astonished and anxious faces of the fishermen must have observed that neither the fresh- ness nor the price of their finny prizes formed any part of the discussion. It was a dark night, no moon and a ' cloudy sky; all hands had gone below and “turned in” some hours since. The officer of the deck, night-glass in hand, paced the “bridge,” or leaned over the rail and watched the lights ashore, while the quartermaster patrolled the gangways. But these were not alone on deck; on the bullring of the after- gun the pale and tearless widow sat, still as a shadow, and peered through the darkness shoreward towards where the Eighteenth’s lights gleamed from the Golden Dragon. Such was her nightly wont, and officers and men had become so accustomed to it that she sometimes sat there till after midnight, unheeded and forgotten. The young officer still chased 'with his eyes the restless lights, and dreamed dreams the while of home and of a sweetheart; the gruff old quartermaster paced up and down, and thought of prize-money and the “old woman.” Neither had eye nor thought for the poor lady, they were so used to her lonesome ways, d’ye see, else they might have found something unusual in the anxiety with which she watched . a singular object in the water astern— only an empty canoe drifting toward the ship! Not drifting, either; for now see two black heads, with long hair twisted in a barbaric knot behind, peering warily above the water in front of the boat, which seems to fol- low them. The love-lorn youngster, or the gruff old quartermaster on prize money in- tent, did look toward the bullring a little later, and saw—nothing: the lady was gone. Whither? To her cabin? No; she could not have passed them unobserved. But that was easy, to decide; her light still burned; her state room was open and unoccupied. Where then was she? Good heavens! 'It could not be; and yet it must—poor lady! Poor baby! They gave the alarm; they roused the ship; a gun was fired; a search was made, in vain; alas! it must be so. “She has gone to join her husband.” True! but not that way, gruff old quartermaster’s mate. Stop thinking about her; have ears and brains for your duty. What was that shot on shore? And, hark, now! another, and another, and another! the alarm is given in the British lines; the sentries have discharged their pieces and run in! See! the place is all ablaze with lights; every poonghee house is illum- inated; you can discern the great porch of the Golden Dragon, with its griffin warders, from here. They are beating to arms; the trumpet sounds the “assembly.” What could that first and solitary shot have been? Ah! my nautical friends, while your sapient pates were busy guessing, that pair of barbaric black heads have drifted under the stern again, and the same canoe has drifted with them—nor empty this time; for, look again, and you will see that her light is no longer burning, and her stateroom door is ,closed, though the window is open; and—yes, you do hear her breathing. Wait! spare your heads the guessing; it will all be cleared up for you one day. Wait till you dare to ask Norah Fallon why she makes so much of that withered white rose. Gen. Godwin’s next dispatch to the governor general contained a curious passage: “On the night of the 15th the cantonmcnts were thrown into dis- order by a false alarm, caused by the mysterious discharge of a pistol in the talipot grove, which inclosed the grave of the late Adjt. Fallon, who fell gloriously in the attack of the Dragon pagoda; the spot is close to the Sepoy lines of H. M. Eightieth. My men maintained good order, answering the assembly call with remarkable celerity, ano in complete equipment. “At daybreak avSepoy of Maj. Ainslie’s picket found a dead boa of great size, and evidently just killed, lying across young Fallon’s grave; also, suspended to the cross by a ribbon, a. gold locket containing two locks of hair—a lady’s and achild’s; and fastened to the cross by ashort Burmese poniard through the paper the inclosure, marked X.” Inclosure X contained the follow- ing: “There are no ‘Regulations’ for the heart of an Irish soldier’s Wife.”— Romance. ——Of the professional classes of this country, such as doctors, lawyers, teachers, journalists and ciergymen, 40 per cent. have less than $1,000 cap- ital; 50 per cent. rejoice in a capital of from $1,000 to $10,000; 9 per cent. have from $10,000 to $100,000, and only 1 per cent. enjoy the possession of more than $100,000. , ’ —The Reformed _ Jewish congrega- . tions in the United States number 217. They own 179 churches and use 38 halls. Their membership is set down at 72,899. ' that I point them out to you, you can » .. . o . , TOIK HIS WEALTH. When Ezra Hall, who resides at the corner of Van Zandt and Osborn ave- nue, arose Monday morning he found his trousers missing, together with $27 which he had left in them on retiring Sunday night. A search of the premises disclosed his trousers and vest out in the back yard, but the money, which consisted of a $20 bill, a $5 and-a 32, were gone. In addition to his clothing Hall found his memorandum book and a number of receipts also distributed about the yard. . Hall sleeps on the ground floor and immediatelyiunder his bedroom window is the cellar door, upon which it is sus- pected the burglar or burglars stood and reached into his room and removed his trousers and vest from a chair. He went to South Norwalk in the morning and reported the burglary to Chief Vollmer and an attempt will be made to apprehend the thieves. East Norwalk was undoubtedly the section to be visited that night as the home of Sylvester Sherwood on Osborn avenue and W. A. Silcox were also en- tered, but the burgulars departed with- out securing any booty. Death of George R. Scofield. George R. Scofield a. well known resident of Norwalk, died in Brooklyn Monday, aged about 73 years. He left Norwslk about a week ago to have an operation performed at a hospital. The deceased had been in failing health for some months but his death was unexpected. He was at onetime en- gaged in the grocery business with his son Orin K. Scofield on Main street. A wife and several children survive him. The remains will be brought here for interment. He Was Too Previous. The following story comes from No-' roton: “An inmate of the Soldiers’ Home died the other day and an Italian was employed to dig a. grave for the re- ception of the body, in the little ceme- tery connected with the Home. Later he was instructed to fill up the grave after the body had been placed in it. Going to the grave he found a. box which as he supposed contained the corpse, and thinking that he had or- rived too late for the interment cere- monies he carefully lowered the box into the grave and had just finished covering it up when the funeral pro- cession accompanied by the corpse ar- rived. A more surprised dago it would have been hard to find, but he imme- diately set to work and exhumed the box, the body was placed in it and low- ered into the grave with fitting cere- mony and the filling up done over agian.” 16332215: BUY gng‘YOU WANT THE BEST year-and-achslf-old baby of John Nel- son, who resides 0n King street, Wesl- port, Monday afternoon. The! child, which is just able to toddle around, wits playing on the p0rch,' when a. strange dog strayed into the yard and came up to the porch where the child was-sitting. The dog lay down and soon attracted the child’s attention. The little one crept over to where the dog lay and attempted to pat it on the head. , As the baby put out its hand, the bruté sprang up and fastened its' teeth in thelittle one’s face, lacerating the soft, tender flesh in a horrible manner. The child’s screams attracted the at- tentiofiof its parents, but before they could get to it the dog had made an- other lake and made a deep wound in the littlest-m. The brute was finally beaten off and confined in an out-building, and Dr. Nolan was sent for. He did what he could to relieve the sufferings of the child, and ordered Mr. Nelson to keep the animal shut up until it showed signs of illness or hydrophobic. , As the brute appeared to be perfectly well, the doctoi' thought the child would re- cover safely. “Hawthorne ” Salutes the “ Mayflower.” The little steamer “ Hawthorne ” en route overland to Lake Kenosia, at Danbury, left from in front of Hen- dricks’ lane East N orwalk early Monday morning, and drawn by ten horses made her . way up East avenue until when in front of the Stiles Curtis place near the Congregational church, one of the wheels of the truck on which the steamer was riding, sank into a section of the street over a. line of sewer, and further progress was stopped until a plank was secured and the wheel drawn out of the rut, only to make another one and sink into that. The wheel was again placed on solid ground and the craft proceeded down Tan bark brook hill without further mishap. 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R, Gowlcs, Resxdent Sec, MISS POPE’S PREDICTION. B'A‘Bviowu not. A fearful nocidcnt happened to the i , come in before it gets a soaking. ‘ , V BY SARAH B. SCARBOROUGH. “What do you s’pose Luviny Gordon's going to do now?” was Miss Pope’s good‘ morning gmeting, as she suddenly ap- peared in Miss Myers’ sitting-room. “Don’t know.” The brisk tailoress snipped off a thread with her teeth and pushed forward a chair as she said this, in her usual comprehensive way. “It’d take a steam-injun to keep up with Luviny’s doings,” she added, as Miss Pope dropped into the seat with a mournful shake of her. pretty gray- brown front curls. “Well, if Injuns can keep up with her, she’ll get kept up with, for she’s coming home' with a tribe on ’em, only they’re live ones.” “She ain’t!” exclaimed Miss Myers. “Yes, she is. I’ve just got the letter.” “What won’t that girl do next? First she up and had a lot of contrarybands here, and some of ’em were contrary enough, too; then she turned your old farm into a playground for a whole lot- of city poor children, and last year she had the crookedest lot of sewing-girls from some ‘sweating factory,’ she called it—and they were crooked, and looked as if they’d been sweated till they were peaked and thin as shadows; and now— what are you going to do about it, L’rilly Pope?” _ “Why, just what, I always do, I s’pose,” she resignedly answered. “I could see some sense in the other doings before she got through, but there ain’t a grain in this. Injuns!” she continued, with spirit. “What can a body do with sa-v- ages? If I ever felt like putting my foot down, it’s right now.” “Why don’t you, then?” .“There’s no time! ” she groaned. “Lu- viny never gives a body time-- to put their foot down. They’re coming to- night; and this- isn’t the last of it. Mark my words: if Luviny Gordon brings them redskins here, you’ll all be mightily shocked before fall. I shall certainly be sealped; and”——she low- ered her voice—“when that happens, M’lissy, remember I’ve always said you’re to have that spare-er feather- bed for nursing me with the fever.” “And it made my hair stand up to sit and hear her predict that so calmly,” said Miss Myers, as she related this conversation to subsequent callers, “for Miss Pope’s predictions are sure’s can be. I never did envy her for only two things—knowing things ahead so, and that pretty head of hair she’s got. And that feather bed does make three,” she added. reflectively. “I don’t hope any- thing‘ll happen, but it wouldn’t be strange if I had that bed before fall. Injuns are so treach’rous!” Luviny arrived that night with her‘ charges—three Indian boys ranging from 14 to 10 years of age. Their ap- pearance was a surprise to the North Parton. people who had gathered to meet them at the little station. It was more—it was a disappointment as well. ' “It certame isn’t treating us square- ly!” grumbled old Mr. Brooks, as Lu- viny, with .a pleasant nod to all, briskly looked after the baggage, and led the trio of stolid-faced youths to the wagon where the hired man awaited them. “No procession, nor no paint nor feath- ers. Looks ’s' if Luviny intendedtode~ ceive us.” “Luviny’d ought to know North Par- ton folks better,” said Miss Myers. “We didn’t aim to be dead set against the savages, but bringing ’cm here dis- guised like civilized beings ain’t the thing. Its imposition and looks to me like treachery, and Miss Pope’s got grounds for her prediction.” It was too bad; but Luviny did not know that the people were disappoint- ed as she saw her charges safely in the wagon, and nodded good-naturedly again to those watching her. Miss Pope received them with solemn resignation,'and that night she heard Luviny’s plans concerning them with the same subdued spirit, only sighing as she whispered: “Well, I hope you’ll live tocarry out these plans, if you’re set on’t. As for me, I know I haven’t got long to stay here, but I must say I hain’t ever thought that when I went, it’d be by scalping!” “Why, Aunt Pope, what do you mean?” exclaimed Luviny. “Luviny, you’ve never been an Injun, even if you have lived a whole year among ’em. A leopard can’t change his spots, and it’s Injun nature to scalp when there’s anything to scalp, and it‘s borne in on me that mine’ll go before fall. But it’s right to protect yourself, and I’ve got double locks on the doors, and the Injuns must sleep in the wood- house chamber.” So they slept there, while Luviny cheerily laughed at her aunt’s fears, and kept the boys busy about the farm until Jake, the hired man, lost his qualms concerning them. “The redskin-s are proper nice boys,” he observed at the shop one day, “only it seem ’s if they’d ought to have Injun names, instead of being Joe and. Ed- ward and John. But Miss Pope, she's so set against ’em that Luviny’s going to see about sending ’em to theschool where they were going to be sent in the fall.” “And I don’t wonder. I’ve noticed L’rilly’s hair ’s getting grayer in front, and I guess Luviny’s kind 0’ shaky of ’em- herself. Talk about civilizing In- juns and sending ’em- to school! Bet- ter send ’em to—Halifaxl” Miss Myers contemptuously ended. The day before Luviny had set to take the boys away, she said to Jake: “They’ll have to go, and you may as well take us to the station in. the morning.” ' » “Can’t, anyway, to—morrow,” he re- plied decidedly. “I‘hat hay’s got to It's the sewing-bee at Miss Myers’, fro-mor- row, too, and Miss Pope isn’t going to lose her scalp in that time, especially if she’s with the women.” So the departure was deferred one day, and Luviny went to the sewing- .bee, leaving her aunt tofinish the bak— ing before she came.. “ “That wopple-sided.Spat-on-the-Face . Joe’s up in the woods; and the other two ’re with Jake, soul ain’t afraid but I’ll get over to Miss Myers’ when the ‘ bread gets on. ” she had’ said, in urging ' Luviny not to wait for her. ' Time passed rapidly, and the after- noon was wearing away, but still Miss . Pope had not made her appearance at the sewing-bee. ‘ “Luviny, are the Injuns there yet?” some one questioned suggestively. “Oh, yes; but really, it is too absurd to fear those boys. Aunt’s baking has kept her.” - . “Luviny Gordon!” Miss Myers rushed in wild and breathless. “L’rilly said: so, and it’s come—she’s scalped!” “What!” shrieked the chorus. “I saw it myself! That wopple-legged Joe’s waving it out there, and just dancing a war-jig with his jibbei'ish! We’ll all come next!” Luviny turned slightly pale, and rushed out of the back door. There was Joe, gesticulating excitedly while he waved a handful of gray-brown hair . that all instantly recognized. At sight of Luviny he dashed off, beckoning her to follow. ‘ “You aren’t going to let him lead you into an ambush and scalp you, too, Luviny Gordon?” screamed Miss Myers to Luviny, who was hurrying after the ho y; but, getting no reply. she valiantly seized the hoe and- hurried after her, the others following in affri-ght in'her wake. ' . “What has happened ?” cried Luviny, as she reached the spring well in. the back field where Jake and Edward and John were lifting a body clothed in Miss Pope’s unmistakable black silk. “I should think you could see for yourself!” came in testy tones from the. body, which stood rigidly erect as Miss Pope herself was set upon her feet and stood glaring at the crowd about her. “Of counse we can, and you aren't dead yet!” cried Miss Myers. “Why don’t you tie ’em up?” she exclaimed to Jake. “No, I ain’t dead,” snapped Miss Pope, “but it’s a miracle I ain’t—nothing. less!” “I should say!” Miss Myers returned, staring at her in amazement. “And your scalp gone, too! ” she faintly said. “What!” Miss‘ Pope’s hand went to her head. “Gracious! What did they—” “I no take it!” “M“ Joe reached out to her amass of gray- brown hair, and gazed in awe as she ' caught it and clapped it upon her head. “Well, you know it now, if you didn’t before!” She said, sharply, as she de- fiantly faced her astonished neighbors. “It’s a false front!” “Land of the living! rAnd' it ain’t your scalp!” Miss Myers dropped the hoe, with more. disappointment in her tones than she was aware of. “No ’tain’t! Scalps don’t come off with your bonnet!” Miss Pope refer-ted. Turning to Jake, she cried out: “If you don’t have that old trap of a well fixed before night, I’ll give you your walk- ing papers to-morrow! ” The matter was explained. Miss Pope had undertaken to cross to her neighbor’s by the well-lot, and an in— cautious step upon an old board had let her down into its depths. Luckily she fell only a portion of the distance. where she was caught across some boards which had previously fallen in. Her screams had failed to reach her busy neighbors’ ears, but the boys, re- turning to the house, had heard her, and Edward’s strong arms held her 11p while John hurried after Jake, and Joe rushed for Luviny with the strange ob- ject in his hand—for which he could not . account until he saw its ready adapt- ability. “And so the Injuns aren’t gone yet, Jake says ?” Miss Myers remark-ed in- quiringly, as she dropped into Miss. Pope’s a few days later. . “N o, and they ain’t going,” Miss Pope replied. - “Well, I am surprised! You know what you said,” she ventured to ob- serve. “Well, yes; and you know they say truth’s to be found at the bottom of a. well, but I didn’t have to go ’s far down as that for it. I don‘t forget that those. boys saved my life, and Luviny’s right -——-Injuns can be civilized!” «“But, Miss Pope, you said—” “Yes, I know, and it’s all come out so, hasn’t it? I said you’d be mightily shocked before fall, and you will be if you ain’t, for the boys are going to have a home here till they get through school; and I said you’d find me smiped, and you did, didn’t you?” “And I couldn’t say another word ' about her predicting,” Miss Myers in- formed her hearers, as she spread the news through North Parton. “And I don’t envy her a mite now~especially as I’ve got the feather-bed.”——Youth's Companion. ' ., - An Arctic Baby. ‘ The arctic ocean doesn’t seem to be the most delectable place for a birth- place. But a baby was born there not long ago on Herschel island. This was nearer to the north pole than any baby was ever born before. Of course, there are Eskimo babies in the arctic region, . but not so far north as this, and besides, this was a white baby. Herschel is- land is oi‘f the north coast of Alaska, 1,500 miles farther north than Sitka. There are a few White people on the is- land, families of the Whalers who cruise in these waters. There was great ex- citement over the arrival of the little stranger, and the wives of the four whaling captains who were there, were ready to almost idolize her; an Episco- pal minister was in the camp at the time, having been sent there as a mis~ sionary. With all the ceremony pos~ sible in such a place, the little girl'was christened Helen Herschel Sherman, her father being Capt. Sherman. The ' baby came at the season of the year which has continuous daylight? "and. sunny world. She may be lost in wonder. “when the long night comes—Atlanta Constitution. __ , ; . .......’ seemed very much pleased Withsucha ‘ '
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