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TERRIBLE BLOOD POISON.
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MIL’LET’S STRUGGLE.
HE ANOHIS FAMILY WERE OFTEN 'ON'
‘ITHE BRINK OF STARVATION.
Suffering Shortened His Life, but Never
“'eakened His Enthusiasm. He Was
the Son of a Farmer and Worked at the
Plow Until Eighteen Years Old.
Jean Francoise Millet has for the
the first time been put adequately be-
fore the reading public by Julia Cart-
- wright, whoee handsome octave vol-
ume, “Jean Francoise Millet: His Life
and Lette1s” (Macmillian), is 'a care-
fully Wiltten and appreciative 1eview
of his life and works.
For int Millet’s case, as Miss Cart-
wright points out, the man and the ar-
tist were bound closely together.
His first masterpieces were rejected
by the jury of the Salon. The pic-
tures which now fetch their thousands
. were sold for a few pounds to buy
bread for his children. Pitiful as the
story is, it is none the less noble and
inspiring. ‘ His sufferings saddened
and shortened his life, but they did
not crush his spirit or -weaken the
message which he bed to give.
It is a. pretty story; that of the bud-
ding forth of the boy’s genius. Always
impressionable to the wonders of na-
ture, the vague stirrings in his heart
found expression at last through. the
sight of some old engravings in an il-
lustrated Bible. Then he tried. his
hand at drawing the objects around
the fields.- While his father slum—
bered on a couch at his side, Francois
Would sketch the cows, the sheep, the
trees. Often the father, waking from
his sleep, would get up and take a
peep at the drawing on which the boy
was intently engaged, and return soft-
ly to his place without disturbing him,
well pleased to see this new develop-
ment of his son’s powers.
But it set him to serious thinking.
One Sunday when the lad was about
eighteen years old, he spoke to him‘
and asked him whether he wished to
be a painter. Francois answered in
the affirmative. Then with a kindness
that the youth never forgot, the elder
Millet said:
“My poor Francois, I see that this
idea has taken hold of you. I should
like to have sent you long ago to learn
this trade of a painter, which people
say is such a fine thing, but it was
impossible. You were the eldest of
four boys, and I could not do without
you. But now that your brothers are
growing up I will no longer hinder you
from learning what you are so anx-
ious to know. We will go to Cher-
bouig and see if you have really
enough talent to be able to earn a 1i.”-
ing. ”
At Cherbourg they called upon an
artist named. Bon Dumoucel. The latg.
ter saw at a glance the originality and
merit of the country lad’s productions.
“You are laughing at me,” he said
roughly; “you don’t mean to tell me
that this young man made those draw-
ings by himself!”
“Yes, certainly,” said the father
gravely, “I saw him make them my-
self.”
“I don’t believe it,” returned Du-
moucel. “I see that the method .is
awkward. but as for the composition,
I repeat, it is impossible.”
When at last the incredulous artist
was convinced, he turned to the father
and exclaimed.
“Well, then, all 1 can say is you will
be damned for having kept him so
long at the plow, for your boy has the
making of a great painter in him.”
And he agreed on the spot "to take
Francois’as his pupil. Later came the
12 years’ stay in Paris, the painful
apprenticeship to art, the still more
painful effort to obtain recogni-
tion. Time after time his pictures
were rejected by the Salon. He was
now a husband and a father. In his
dire need he accepted whatever orders
he could get, and painted signs and
portraits for the smallest sums. Even
then he had g1eat difficulty to get
paid, and often met with harsh and
cruel treatment.
His wife died. He married again
under a temporary but
gleam of sunshine. Then darkness
once more fell upon the little family.
. So late as 1848 a kind-hearted artist,
learning of his plight, raised 100 francs
for him from the minister of the in-
terior, who was likewise the head of
the administration of fine arts. At
that time all Paris was talking of his
pictures, but,'alas! not buying them.
Some of his sketches now found a
small sale. These were mostly of
nude subjects. But one d-ayhe hap-
pened to overhear two youths speak-
,ing of a pastel he had already sold,
representing two women in a bath.
“A man named Millet painted it,”
said one. “He does nothing but paint
naked women.”
The words were a shock to the un-
willing eaveSdropper. His friends had
' often admired his nude figures and
praised his skill in flesh color. But
never until that moment had be real-
ized that upon them depended his
chief reputation as an artist; His soul
.rose up in horror.—New York Herald.
His Vast Experience.
A New York school boy, in an essay
on his favorite authors, says: “Should
I be asked to select a library of my fa~
vorite books, I should name Scott’s
Dickens’s, Cooper’s, Irving's, Porter’s
Shakespeare’s, Eliot’s and Haw-
thorne’s works.” It is doubtful if that
school boy is entirely fiank in naming
Gemge Eliot and Shake spc.11e; they
look like :1 concession to the teacher's
“piejudices.” But the following is
perfectly honest, and is a gem: “As .11
1ule boys are fond of- wo1ks of advtcn»
ture, and I am no exception to 1‘11:-
i'ule. It is only natural that young
people seeing SO much of domestic life.
1‘21" to read about ii. ‘—-Plril:r
d11plii:1 Ledger.
1'
.long since desirous of
illusionary .
H IS ‘G RANIDMOTHER’S GIFT.
The Colonel- Learned that "He “The
. Laughs Last Laughs Best."
Men who have reached exalted po
sitions in life should never forget that
others are struggling along the same ,
path that they have traveled witl
more or less pain, and should show 2
little indulgence; but whether treating
a strugglcr favorably or unfavorably
it is always best to be cautious. Prob
ably a well-known Colonel in Berlir
seriouslythought of this after a certair
little mistake he made at a state ball
A young Lieutenant who wore a sin-
gle decoration, a large badge richly set
with diamonds, attracted the Colonel’s
attention, and in a supercilious man-
ner he asked:
“Young man, what is that decorau
tion?"
“An order, Colonel,” replied the Lieu 3-
tenant.
"An 0111011?
it.” .
“It is an English order, Colonel.”
“011. ves, yes; but who ever gave it
to you ‘3”
“My. grandmother.”
“Your grandmother!” And here the
Colonel burst into a fit of laughter that
lasted a couple of minutes.
During the interval the young Lieu-
tenant unabashed, stood calmly by,
looking at him. _
“But—cr—-young..man, what is your
grandmother’s name?” finally asked
the Colonel. ‘
.. “Her Majesty, Queen Victoria,
Queen of England,” replied the young
Lieutenant who was Prince Albert of
Schleswi g-Holstein .
The Colonel left the ballroom sud-
denly, and was seen no 111011e.—--I:Iar~
per’s Round Table.
Dear me, I don’t know
Carrying Out Instructions.
There was a young man whose social
education had been somewhat neglect-
ed, and it chanced that he received an
invitation to a church wedding.
The morning of the ceremony found
him quite excited, and .he started for
the church some time before, as he
would have said, “the show was billed
to come off.” ’
Under his arm l1e,carried' a small
bundle, and before he had proceeded
far he met a friend.
“Hello,” said the friend, “and where
are you going all dressed up at this
time in the mowing?”
“IVedding,” answered the
man briefly and proudly.
“Indeed? Going to do some errands
on the way?”
“Certainly not.”
“But you’re not going to a wedding
with a bundle- under your arm?
“Of course I am. That’s my pres-
ent. ”
“Pres ent!
present with you, man.
beforehand.” '
“That’s all you know about it.
young
But you don’t take your
You send it
I’ve
'got a card right here in my pocket,
and the card says, ‘Present at the
church.’ ”—Boston Budget.
A Dear] Failure.
A certain professor in one of the
leading schools of Nashville was not
incorporating
Some negro dialect in a story he was
preparing. Not being very well versed
in the manner of speech: he bethought
him that; it would be a good idea to
study the language in its purity unde-
filed. \Vith this end in view he betook
himself to the vicinity of the union de-
pot, near which representatives of the
ebon race are always to be found.
One effort was enough. Meeting a
coal- black negro driving a wagon
iather well loaded, and accosting him
as “U cle John,” the following brief
dialogue ensued:
"Pretty heavy load, uncle.
get up the hill with it?”
“I do not know, sir, but; I presume
so." _
Such an example of pure and unde-
filed English coming from such an 11n-
expected source almost paralyzed the
professor, who muttered something
about “the degeneracy of the modern
negro,” and mentally deciding to con-
sult the works of “Uncle Remus,” he
Can you
retraced his steps to his apartments.—.
Nashville American.
Georgia’s Cotton King.
James M. Smith of Oglethorpe, Geor-
gia’s greatest farmer, has just broken
all rec-erds of cotton sales from a sin-
gle plantation by selling to Macon cot-
ton-buyers in one lot over two thous-
and bales of cotton of his own raising.
The cotton was sold on a basis of sev-
en cents for middling, and when it is
all weighed and shipped Mr. Smith will
receive a check for about $70,000. This
Would be a tremendous crop, even if
Mr. Smith raised nothing but cotton,
but when it is remembered that he
grows similarly large crops of grain
and hay, and that cotton is his surplus
money crop after producing all the pro-
vision crops he needs, then one .can
grasp some ideaof the scale on which
Colonel Smith farms, and see the jus-
tice of calling him Georgia’s cotton
king.”
Florence Nightingale.
Florence Nightingale is- 76 years old
and so broken in health that she can
scarcely Write a letter, yet she never
forgets to send some message to the
veterans of the Crimea on the anni
'versary of a victory, or to remember,
at Christmas time, those who are la-
boring in. the institutions for training
nurses which she founded at St.
’l‘homas’ Hospital soon after the close
of the war. Surgeon—General Manifold
was one of her warmest friends, and
one of the first to promote the employ
ment of womennnurs'es in the army.—
New York Sun.
y...
In Philadelphia.
Her Friend—And when are you go-
ing to be married?
She—In tluee yc es.ar Charles, “yo:
know is so 11111111tieuétl-‘eI‘ut‘lurltxa
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RAlSlNG GOLDFISH.
Freaks Bling the Best Prices, Six-Tailed 1
Fishes Heading the List.
Goldfish are so extremely common '
nowadays that few people- eVer stop
to wonder where they come from ~01
how they are raised.
The largest goldfish farm in the
wo1ld, if it may be called such, is lo._
cated in Shelby County, Ind.
Today there are in the varidus
ponds of Spring Lake fishery over
200,000 fish, from which specimens
are constantly being sent to every
state and territory of the Union. It is
even said that some of the finest fish
in the royal aquariUms of Europe
were raised at this farm.
Many people suppose that when the
goldfish is first hatched from the egg
it has the peculiar pretty maikings or
its scales which make it so beautiful-
‘and v'alunble.
This is not the case. In its youth in
I ‘1e:1.1ity the fish is just the same as any
011.clina1y and everyday fish, and looks
like it for all the world. Even an ex-
pert could scarcely tell it from the lit-
tle minnows which are found in any
stream.
very color, and have not the least evi-
dence of the' beautiful hues which
they will later assume.
First, they begin getting dark, some-
times becoming almost black. \From
the dark complexion they begin turn-
ing to the reddish shade, and finally
come out in all their glory, full-fledged
goldfish. Often the fish, instead of
acquiring a solid color all over its
scales from nose to tail, becomes spot-
ted with big red blotches here and
there at regular intervals over its
body.
The freaks and unusual develop-
ments in the fish are the varieties
which will always bring the best
prices invthe market. Odd and rare
colors and spots upon the scales are
the marks which we preferred by
fanciers. Unusual shapes in the fishes
are equally populm with oddities in
colors, and will cause a fish to bring
as good prices as if it had mange or
purple scales.
In physical developments the great
vaiieties are in respect to the tail. One
never finds two-headed fish, but those
ith more than one tail are plentiful.
Two, three, four and five tails me
quite often found on the fish, and
sometimes even six, but the latter is
very 11.are Of course, a fish with six
tails would bring a handsome price in
any market.—-—Chicago Daily Tribune.
Promoted for Taking aBath.
In the. Crimea. during the winter,
dGen. Canrobert was in the habit of go
ing about among the men of his com-
mand, incognito, to see what they
were about, and to learn their wants
and encourage the soldiers if they
needed encouragement. One morn
ing, on one of these toms, he came up-
on a young conscript who had stripped
himself to the waist and was bathing
his body with handfuls of snow.
“That’s an odd sort of soap you’re
using,” "exclaimed the General.
“011, it’s good enough,” said the sol-
dier. “You see I’m young, and more
than that, I’m a Lorrainer from Nan-
cy, and a fellow-provincial of Gen.
Drouot, who shaved himself with
snow on the march from Moscow, you
know, with the mercury thirty de-
grees below freezing The old fellows
in my company, you see, bother me,
and make fun of me because I haven’t
any beard, and since I can’t shave out
of doors, like Drouot, I have to do this
to show those old' fellows that I’m no
more afraid of the cold than I amof
the enemy.”
“Well,” said Camobert, “what if I
should give you another way of get--
ting even with those old fellows?”
“Why, I shouldn’t mind,” answered
the young soldier.
“I’ll make you a Corporal, ” said the
General.
The soldier laughed.
won’t go,” s‘aid he,
wouldn’t have it.”
“I’m highe1 up than your Colonel. I
am Gen.C:1n11.obe1
The young soldier was in transports,
especially as the same day he was
made a Corp-oral in the presence of the
regiment—Youths Companion. ’
“I guess , that
“my Colonel
A Shrinking Bride.
Washington is the Mecca for brides
and grooms. One of the 'last couples
who spent the first days of their
honeymoon in the Capital City left
yesterday. The bride was very large
and-the groom was correspondingly
small. At the first meal the groom
confided in the elevator boy, and told
him that its his wife was of a very
shrinking d-ispOsition, he would please
have the clerk send meals to the
room. This was done. The groom ap-
proached the clerk during the after-
noon, and told him that his wife was
of a very shrinking nature and did
not like to go out the public way, and
asked him if there was not a private
exit through which they could go to
take a carriage drive around the city.
The bell was rung quite frequently
during their stay, and the bride with
the shrinking nature became a subject
of great curiosity to the help. \Vhen
they left the porter caught sight of
her and stood in open-mouthed aston-
ishment. The clerk asked him what
he meant by storing at a guest.
“Couldn’t help it nohow, boss. Ijess
ned ter look at that shrinkin’ pusson.
I‘d jess like for know how long she’s
been shrinkin’, an’ what she ’peared
like befo’ she shrunk.”—Washi1‘.gton
Star. .
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POCKETS FOR USE AND FOR STYLE.
Thirty of Them Made in a. Pair of Breeches
of the Year 1611.
Perhaps the best proof of the ad-
vance of the Japanese in civilization is
to be found in their use of pockets.
The people of that country have usual-
Iy six or eight pockets cunningly in-
serted in the cuffs of ..their wide
sleeves. These p0ckets are always
filled with a curious miscellany. As
common as the twine—in the pockets of
young Americans is the prayer amulet .
written on sheets of rice paper and
composed by the benzes. In accord-
ance with their faith, these amulets
are swallowed like a pill in cases of
mental or physical distress. Another
essential seldom missing is a number
of small squares of silk-y paper. These
are put to unexpected uses, such as to
hold the stem of a lily or lotus, to dry
3. teacup or to wipe away a tear.
Among the Chinese and other nations
a pouch is used instead of a pocket.
This was also the case in western Eu-
rope in the middle ages and for some
time afterward. The pouch was at-
tached to. the girdle along with a. dag-
ger and rosary.
Breeches, hOWever, had pockets at
an early date. In an old play written
about 1611 it is mentioned that a man
had his breeches plaited as if they had
thirty pockets. But pockets did not
attain their proper position until the
adoption of the modern style of men’s
garments. With waistcoats a great
opportunity for pockets presented it-
self. Later they were made very
broad and deep and were covered
with embroidery and buttons. In the
reign of George III. waistcoat pockets
reached such size in England that they
became objects of ridicule so that they
soori began to resume more mode1ate
p10portions.—New York Evening Post.
” The Children’s Hour.
“In English country homes,” says
a woman who has spent considerable
time in one of them, “there is a ‘chil-
dren’s hour,’ as it is always called,
which, if it dates from Longfellow, is '
more carefully observai in a foreign
land than in the poet’s country. It
is right after 5 o'clock tea in the'
drawing room and school room tea up
stairs. It is celebrated before the
open fire in the day nursery, whither
the mother of the family comes to
meet her little flock. There are stories,
perhaps, and a game, and finally a
restful quarter of an hour, in which
the tend-er
are whispered into loving sympathetic
ears—be they a hurt of mind or body,
a wall of discouragement, or a paean
of secret ambition.
system of an ‘ English household
makes this happy and helpful time
possible in every day’s routine, and it
is never interfered with.”—Philadel-
phia Ledger.
-__,.-a———u,_ ;
A Sandstorm at Sea. ’ H
be .Royal Mail steamship Volt-.1,
which has arrived at Liverpool, reports:
that when between Cape Blarneo and
Cape Verde, 3. sandstorm was experi-
enced which lasted for two days. The
sand had been carried from the des-
erts of Northwest Africa, and was so
thick that it was like amist on the
sea. The su’n was partially obscured,
and soundings had to be taken. The
vessel from stem to stern was cov«
cred with sand of a red color, and
looked as if she had been painted red.
There were also flocks of birds which
had been blown from the land, and
these settled on the ship from time to
time. The sand had a troublesome ef-
fect on the crew and the passengers,
who 'could scarcely remain any time
on deck without being seized with vi-
olent sneezing—'— 1 testminster Gazette.
The Fastest Woman Bicyclist.
Seventeen thousand miles of wheel
ing in a year! The remarkable feat
accomplished by Mrs. A. E. Reinhard:
of Denver, “the champion lady cen~
tury rider of the, country,” gives her
not only the satisfaction of knowing
that she has outdone all her sister bio
cyclists, but also that she has accom-
plished a record few men could do.
She closed her year’s riding with no
less than ‘116 centuries and three
double centuries to her credit, :1 tota‘
of 17.000 miles.
fl
confldences of childhood .
The beautiful "
FONTHILL . CASTLE.
BUILT BY EDWIN FORREST, ‘HEx
‘WELL KNOWN TRAGEDIAN.
ing the Quiet Life that Her Husband.
Desired. The Beautiful Home Brought
no Happiness with Its Cdmpletion.
. A half-hour’s sail up the river from
New York brings the tourist in view
of the battlemented keep and tower of
Fonthill, rising above the treetops on
'the summit of Mount St. Vincent. The
castle is built of stone in imitation of
the Norman-Gothic structures of the
and the drawbridge to present a per«
feet picture of an old feudal strong.
hold. In all other respects it is the
most complete reproduction of a me-
diaeval castle that can be found in this
country.
Fonthill was erected by Edwin For—
rest, the great tragedian, when he was
in the zenith of his fame, and wasln-
tended for the happy retreat of his de-
clining years. It was destined, how-
ever, to be intimately associated with
the domestic tragedy that broke up
his home and embittered the last days
of his life. 1- The story of his famous
divorce suit is too well known to bear
that the incidents which led up to it
rwere developed while he Was engaged
and building his beautiful Norman
castle at Fonthill. While absorbed in
this work he occupied a handsome
stone cottage that is still standing on
the grounds, and was, to a certain ex-
tent, living apart from his wife. 1
It is said that she did not look with
- favor upon her husband’s plans for the
l future. She was of a lively, social dis-
lposition, fond of entertaining the
3 many friends she drew around her by
her charms, while Mr. Forrest was
quiet and reserved, caring little for
home company outside of a few inti-
lmate friends and his own immediate
household. The idea of spending her
Iemainiug days shut up within the
stone walls of a feudal castle, with no
:other company than her husband was
altogether distasteful to Mrs. Forrest’s
imagination; so she passed the greater
1 part of her time in New York, keeping
(open house, while Mr. Forrest staid at
Foothill, busy with landscape garden-
ers and architects.
At last the castle was finished, and
preparations were completed for mov-
ing into it, when the discovery came
that led to the ruin of their happiness.
:Defeated in his divorce suit, Mr. For.
rest was too much ch-agrined to con-
template living a solitary life in a.
a home around which his fancy had
' bliss. He determined to part with his
estate, and the Sisters of Charity of
the Roman Catholic faith having of-
fered him $100,000 for it, he trans-
ferred the land, with all the buildings
upon it, to their ownership. It is said
that Mr. Forrest never passed a night
in the home he had planned with so
much solicitude and care. But the
story does not end here; it has a tragic
sequel.
domestic infelicities of the Forrests,
met with a horrible death many years
afterward under the very walls of the
castle that had been built by the man
he is said to have wronged. He was
walking down the tracks of the Hud-
son River Railroad one night to take a
train at the Mt. StfiVincent station foi‘
New York, when he was struck by the
engine of an express and instantly
killed.
by an aged prelate of the Roman
Catholic Church. The Right Rev.
Mgr. Bernard O’Reilly, Prothonotary
Apostolic of the Papal Court, the au-
thor of the Lives of Popes Pius IX.
and Leo XIII., and of other scholarly
works, is spending the evening of his
days in this quiet, beautiful retreat.—
Leslie’ s Weekly.
Mrs Goldstein:"“1key, Ikeyl Felix
has svallered a penny.”
Mr. Goldstein: “Vot a great poy! Al-
retty he vants to shtart in peeziness,
as a penny-in-der-slot machine.”—Tid-
Bits.
THE ORIGINAL
SSC
Stamped “ Boss”
' Always the Same ’
acre
His Wife did not Look Forward to Lead- .
Middle Ages, and lacks, but the moat ‘ ‘
repetition, but it isnot so well known .
in laying out his extensive grounds.
I weaved so many dreams of domestic
George Jamieson, an actor, who was '
held by many to be responsible for the'
Fonthill Castle is at present occupied .
Norwalk Chronicler