2 - KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD. I‘m kneeling at the threshold, weary, faint and sore, ‘ Waiting for the dawning, for the opening of the door— ‘ . Waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and come To the glory of his presence, to the gladness of his home. A weary path I‘ve traveled ”mid darkness, storm and strife, . Bearing many a burden, struggling for my life; But now the morn is breaking; my toil will soon be o‘er; I’m kneeling at the threshold; my hand is on the door. Methinks I hear the voices of the blessed as they stand ‘ Singing in the sunshine of the far oi‘f sinless land. 0 would that I were with them, amid the shining throng, Mingling in their worship, joining iii their song. The friends that started with iiic have entered I long ago; One by one they left me struggling with the foe; Their pilgrimage was shorter, their triumph sooner won; How lovingly they‘ll hail me when all my toil is done: With them the blessed angels. that know no grief or sin: I see them by the portals, prepared to let me in. O Lord, I want thy pleasure; thy time and way are best; But I’m wasted, worn and weary; 0 Father, bid me rest! . --W. L. Alexander in Christian at Work. CAPTURING A LION CUB. We were ill the interior of Ovaiipo Land, a Wild district situated in Southwest Africa. The little naked Bushman, who was running in front of our tired horses, stopped and held up his hand. My eyes, wearied with peering at distant game, and dazzled by the afternoon sunshine, could at first detect nothing which should warrant the Bushnian’s attitude of mingled eagerness and fear. At last, how- ever, I distinguished, with a sudden start of recognition, a group of lion, lioness and two or three cubs, lying on the warm, red earth, . just outside a. low, thorny thicket. The wind, blowing freshly across the plain into our faces, had prevented the lions from getting our scent, and doubtless also had kept from their quick hearing the slight noise caused by the advancing troop of hunters, while our forms had been concealed from their sight by the thick brushwood bordering the path. But as soon as my frightened, rest- ive horse had expressed his alarm by a loud snort the lion jumped angrily to his feet and stood facing me, not more than twenty yards away, lashing his tail from side to side and watching me steadily Gilt of his big yellow eyes, while the lioness, picking up one of the cubs in her mouth, trotted away into the thicket, preceded by her other little ones, who quickly hid themselves ill the brush- wood. Meanwhile, my first start of surprise over, I had seized my gun from the holsters, and, ias well as the fidgety backing of my horse permitted, I took aim at the lion’s forehead, between his eyes, and fired. As soon as the smoke had cleared away I saw the lion shak- ing his head and staggering; then he fell for- ward on his front pa ws and rolled over dead. That evening over the big blazing camp fires, when Calverlcy and I had finished our dinner of rietbock s. _. 3:3 and bread and honey, we sat chatting cozily and sipping our mugs of hot, strong coffee. The slain lion had already been skinned, and his hide was pegged out in the camp inclosurc. Some Ovampo men were scraping off the fat and rubbing the inner surface of the skin with wood ashes to absorb the grease. One of them, I noticed, walked away with especial zeal. He was a fine looking creature, fully six feet in height, with a well knit frame and a pleasant face. His name was Muropo. Every one in camp liked him, and every one knew his little history. Muropo, strange to say for an African, was actually in love! And the object of his affections was Kangom- 'be, the daughter of the old Chief Chintengo, who ruled over a considerable village some ten miles from our camp. Unfortunately, in Africa, as a general rule, it is not much easier for a penniless young man to get married than it is in more civilized countries. Now, unless Muropo could procure ten cows and present them to Chinteugo, that chief would not hear of his marrying Kaiigombe. Now, ten cows in this favored land of Ovampo would cost about $50 worth of trade goods, and this amount Muropo had set himself reso- lutely to acquire, and this was one of the rea- sons wh y be had attached himself to our hunt- ing expedition, hoping to come in for some unconsidered trifles when our stay in Ovampo Land should come to a close. When my coffee was finished I got up from the zebra skin on which I had been reclining and went to look at the way my lion’s hide was being prepared. “Well, Muropo,” I said, in my imperfect Ovampo speech, “why didn’t you catch one of those little lions when I had shot the fa- ther? Eh? You know how much I want to have a live lion cub to send to my country.” “Oh, master!” he replied, laughing, “you didn’t think Muropo was 'such a strong man that, without a. gun, he would be able to snatch alion cub from its mother‘s mouth, did you? Why, I had not even a spear.” “Yes, but the lover of Kancombe should be strong enough for anything single handed. You‘ll never win your wife that way. Sup- posing you had caught one of those lion cubs and brought him to camp, I might have given you enough to buy five cows, and there would be half your marriage money.” “What?” exclaimed Muropo, starting up with an eager look in his eyes. “You are Speaking truth, master? You would give me five cows for one of those small lions?” “I would, really.” ‘ “I won’t forget that; I won’t forget that,” he repeated slowly to himself, sitting down again on his haunches and taking up some more wood ashes to rub on the skin. The next day I missed Muropo’s stately form among the group of camp followers who were dressing the pegged out skin. He had not been seen or heard of all day, but his absence excited little attention, because it was supposed that he had gone over to Chin- tengo’s town to see his sweetheart. However, just as we were going to bed there was a commotion in the camp, and a. black, wild looking figure, carrying some- thing large and furry in his arms, rushed through the crowd‘ of boaters, guides and trackers, and threw himself down on the ground close to my tent. It was Muropo, and he had brought a little lion cub, with its paws tied together. The poor little thing merited piteously, so while Muropo went to wash off the blood with which his body was caked, I had the leather thongs cut which tied the cub’s paws together, and sent for some goat’s milk, which it eagerly lapped. Presently I saw Muropo very busily engaged eating and I called him up tohear his ad- ventures. And this isthe tale he told us: “Master, you know you told me yesterday evening that you would give any one five bows who could bring you a lion cub. Well, I thought of that all night. I said to myself, Q‘If I can get one of thesmall cubs we saw ,theother day, when, the White man shot the ,lion,'that will bring me half ’the purchase "jney of Kan gombe‘, and-I shall soon be able, 5 ‘make up the other half and get married to ' mysweetheart.’ So this,morning,l-at dawn” I'started for that. open place on the border of the Ongave forest,,.where we saw the hem: yesterday. I soon found the footprints of the lioness going into the forest and coming out—those coming out weretho freshest, so I guessed ,she had gone out foraging for her cubs. Then .I began to follow the spoor which led into the bush, for I knew these tracks were likely to lead to the place where she kept her cubs. I walked very slowly and very softly, for, you see, I had only my small spear with me, and no gun, andif the lioness was in the wood I wanted to see , , her before she saw me. At last I heard a. whining noise, and, pushing my head through the leaves and twigs, I saw in the hollow be— tween the roots of a big tree three little cubs about three months old. As quick as pos- sible I had jumped over the'root and picked up one of the cubs. It was not very fright- ened and didn’t struggle much, being used to be carried (about by its mother. I held it tight under my left arm and crept out of the forest. then I was just outside, and stooping to pick a thorn out of my foot, I heard a low growl, and, looking up, I saw the lioness walking slowly towards me. My knees trembled, and I felt a. dead man already, but I did not let go of the cub. Facing the lioness, who had stopped and was sitting on her haunches, lashing her tail gently from side to side, I walked backward till I was quite clear of the bush and out on the open plain. Then the cub gave a yelp, and the lioness suddenly got up and commenced trotting toward me. Mas- ter, I got frightened. I thought I would run. An Ovampo man can run faster than a lion; but I had got this cub and a spear to carry. However, I picked up a big stone and threw it to the lioness. She stopped, turned around, and smelt it. Then I put the cub on my shoul~ ders and set off running toward the camp at the top of my speed. ,, Soon I heard aroai' be- hind me, and there was the lioness bounding along after me. “I turned and hurled my spear at her. I missed; but she stopped for a minute to smell it. Then I ran on harder than ever. Still she came after me faster and faster. I jumped over sticks and pushed through thorns and never stopped. But the lioness never lost sight of me. At last I was thinking I would throw away the lion cub to save my life, when suddenly I fell through the grass into a deep pit. It was one of those deep pitfalls that we dig for catching elephants and rhi- noceroses. There was a big, sharp iron stake at the bottom, standing upright. Fortu- nately I fell down the side and missed the stake, which is put there for the elephant to fall on and be pierced by. As I caught at the stems of the grass I broke the force of the fall and came to the bottom very little hurt. “I put down the lion cub and began to con- sider what to do if the lioness jumped on me, for she was already standing close to the edge of the pit, looking down on me and growling. I had thrown away my spear, so I had nothing to fight with. Then I noticed that iron stake, and it seemed just the thing I wanted, so I set to work and dug at the ground with my hands till I had loosened the earth and was-able to pull the stake up. As soon as I had got it free and out of the ground I crouched down and held it in both hands, pointing the sharp end toward the lioness, who was gathering up her body for a spring. For a short, short time she kept still, only looking at me with fierce eyes and snarl- ing. Then the cub began to yelp again, and suddenly I saw the lioness springing into the air and falling on me. “I don’t know what happened then for some time afterward, for a great blow struck me and I died. (Lost consciousness.) “then I came to life again it was after- noon. The lioness was lying close to me, partly across my legs. She was quite dead, with the iron stake right through her body. The cub was standing beside her, whining and licking the dry blood. I was covered with blood all over, painted with it thickly just as we paint our bodies with red echer and mutton fat before we dance. came from the lioness, but some had flowed from a wound on my shoulder, where she had struck me with her claws. I felt very sick, master, very sick. W'hen I tried to stand up everything went around and I fell to the ground again. “But by and by, as the sun went down and the evening breeze blew cool, I felt stronger; so I picked up the lion cub and threw him up the side of the pit as far as I could. He held on to the grass stems and scrambled out. I soon climbed out after him and caught him. Then I held him in my arms and walked on toward the camp. It was not far, but it took me long to get there. I was very often sick and had to stop and rest; then the lion cub was heavy and my shoulder hurt me. But now I have got here andl have brought you the lion cub, have I not? My friends have bound up my Shoulder. Master, I have told you all; I am very tired; let me go and sleep.” Muropo got not only his five cows for the lion cub, but I added another five as a pres- ent on condition that Muropo celebrated his marriage before We left Ovampo Land. So one day there was a grand festival in Chin- tengo’s town, and after handing over the ten co W5 to his father-in-law, Muropo, daubed all over with red ocher and mutton fat, and bravely dressed in the skin of his lioness, es- poused the plump and smiling Kangombe, with many strange native rites and customs. Then followed a great orgie of dancing and drinking. The mingled sounds of shouting, drum beating and the twanging of native guitars created a deafening hubbub. There was much feasting on roast beef and drink- , ing of maize beer, and when—for it was the last evening of our stay—I went to take leave of Muropo I found him genially drunk, with his arm around his wife’s neck. —— London Graphic. Look Out for the Small Pocket. The little change pocket in the overcoat is an exceedingly handy contrivance of the tailor, but it is an aperture to be watched. The mendicant who shambles alongside of a pedes- trian in the evening can hold out one hand for alms and readily empty the change pocket with the other if he is an adept in the busi- ness. The other day a young man entered a down town barber shop and as the brush boy removed his overcoat he remembered that there was $1.75 in silver in the change pocket. However, he thought it would be safe and he had his shave. \Vhen be put on his coat again he felt for the money. It was gone. He complained to the boss. The brush boy had gone out for lunch and the boss said he was as honest as the day. He thought the customer had been mistaken. Maybe he was, but he will take care that it does not occur again. - At one of the leading clubs the other night a guest checked his coat andwent up to din- ner. When he started away he felt in the overcoat change pocket for the quarter he had placed. there tofee the coat room boy, but the said boy had saved him the-trouble by appropriating the money while the man was at dinner. He had also nipped half of the men’s cigarettes. The overcoat change pocket is handy when the, owner wears the cost, but, as . stated before, it is an aperture to be watched denim—Chicago Herald. An Honor to, Bo 01d. , I never could understand why ewoman i should be ashamed about getting old. It is a sign, it isprima. tacie evidence that, you have, behaved tolerably' well or youwould- 1‘03 have lived to this timer—De Witt Tel- muge in Ladies’ Home Journal. Most of it ' THE'RED 5115 12748111176. THE GREAT NAPOLEON. The General Notified That but Three Months Remained in Which to Conquer the W'orld—The Story “fell Backed—The Little Corporal's Star. ' That Napoleon I was a remarkable person,- age, taken all around, goes without saying. The geatest general of modem or perhaps of any times, yet withal a wonderful combina- tion of strongmindedness and weak groveling to superstitious fancies. As some writer has said, “He was all star and destiny.” This his entire career. Its twinkli-ugs nerved him at the Battle of the Pyramids and beckoned him on to the expedition to Moscow; and even though that turned out to be one of the most disastrous moves he ever made, he never lost faith in the omen for a single instant. I shall never forget how absorbed I became in reading Rapp‘s account of the great general’s abstraction when gazing on his star of destiny from his palace window. “Look there; up there!” said Napoleon. “I see nothing but the pale. twinkling stars,” returned Rapp, quietly. “W'hat !” exclaimed the emperor, excitedly; “is it possible that you do not see my star; the fiery red one almost as large as the moon? It is before you now, and oh, how brilliant!” Then, warming up at the sight, he fairly shrieked as he cried out: “It has never aban- doned me for a single instant; I see it on all great occasions; it commands me to go for- ward; it is my sign of good fortune, and where it leads I will follow.” Rapp said that he fairly screamed as he ut- tered the words “I will follow,” and that his face was livid as be seated himself in con- fusion and suppressed excitement. “THE RED erc'rER’s” LAST CALL. Whether or not the Red Specter visited Napoleon that night after Rapp retired we are not informed. It is known, however, that a spirit dressed in red and shaped like a man visited him 011 several occasions when the star was shining with unwonted brightness. The last time this spectral apparition appeared to the emperor was on Jan. 1, 1814, when he came to the great general’s palace and asked admission of the guards. Early in the morn- ing of that day Napoleon shut himself up in his cabinet, bidding Count Mole, then coun- selor of state and afterward grand judge of the empire, to remain in an adjoining room and to admit no one to the royal presence. Hardly had an hour passed before an indi- vidual, fantastically dressed in red trousers, blouse and cap, appeared in the hallway. He 'was halted by the guard just as Mole appeared on the scene. When informed that the em- peror was busy and must not be interrupted the Red Man grew impatient and declared that he must see Napoleon, and him alone, immediately. “I must see him. Tell him the Red Man is waiting for an audience.” Trembling violently and awed almost to speechlessness at the imperious and command— ing tone of the red apparition, Mole again tip- toed to the door of the royal chamber and an- nounced the presence of the Red Man. Napoleon, “the man of iron,” blanched as white as a ghost; his arms dropped nerveless to his side, allowing a costly mirror which he was holding in his hands to fall and break into a million of pieces as they did so. Although it was plain that the announce- ment had completely unnerved him he man- aged to give orders for the unwelcome guest to be admitted. After the door was closed the door and, as he afterward attested on oath, heard the following conversation, the most remarkable dialogue ever listened to in the history of the world. WHAT MOLE HEARD. “General,” said the Red Specter, “this is the third time I have appeared before you as a man. The first time we met was in Egypt, at the Battle of the Pyramids; the second, after the Battle of W'agram. On the occa- sion of our meeting at \Vagram I granted you four more years in which to terminate the conquest of all Europe or to make a gen- eral peace, threatening that if you did not perform one of these two things within the allotted time I would withdraw my protection from you. Now, I am come for the third and last time to warn you that you have but three short months of power. In three months from this hour the allies will be in- vading Paris if you do not take my advice and sue for peace. A general peace must be perfected within ninety days, else otherwise your power will be confined to a small, bleak island of the sea; so remember, all will be over with you if you do not achieve a con- quest or accede to peace within that time.” In vain did Napoleon expostulate with this cardinal specter, who sat with as much ease in the presence of the great emperor as the emperor himself would in the presence of his most common subject. “It will be entirely out of the question to either conquer or make peace on honorable terms in the short space of three months,” he said. “Do as you please,” returned the red man, “butI will not change my resolution. Now I go,” he said, as he opened the door and' strode down the hall, followed by the em- peror and Mole, who pretended to have been standing on guard at the second door from the room in which the remarkable conversa- tion had been held. His imperial majesty begged of the red man to stay, but all to no purpose. “Three months—no longer,” shout- ed the specter, as he disappeared at the end of the hall. THREE MONTHS LATER. March 13, 1814, just three months from the time of the red ghost’s visit, the allies were in Paris and Napoleon’s abdication followed four days later, when all his possessions were wrested from him and he, the great Napoleon, made sovereign over the miserable little island of Elba, the same the red man had held up to the mind _s eye of the great general in the prophetic conversation on Jan. 1. ' The main points in the remarkable narra- tion as given above are from official docu- ments, signed by both Counselor Mole and the guard, Basil do Migne, the former as one who had heard the prophetic conversation and the latter as one who had attempted, without suc— com, to bar out the Red Specter when he first applied for admission. The court dignitaries at the French capital have long been ao- quainted with the story of Napoleon and his famous visits from the Red Specter, but it has never become the . property of the general public. The writer behaves this to be the first account of it ever published in an Amer- ican journal, and would be thankful to any one able to cite a prior instance—John W. Wright in St. Louis Republic. Happy Dreamers. pity and contempt, and yet the dreamers of m colored dreams. are the happiest people thoworld contains. Among all the inventors 'unddiscovcrers on earth, there is none notor- tunate .83 he who can fashion out of the air an I Elysium of his own”, believe in it and live on It. Hardcommon sense may sneer at him. ' but int cannot dislodge him from hit out]. i in the, clouds the visionary has the best of it. -—New York. Ledger. - ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ _ AN APPARITION WHICH UNNERVED‘ star seems to have been the ruling omen of' Mole, prompted by curiosity, held his ear 'to‘. Practical men look upon visionaries with- 9—— OURES D r - ys p e p S l a. HE THOUGHT IT WAS A HUMBUG. Nine years ago I suffered from ind:ge‘stion and dyspepsia; had heartburn and palpitation. No food would stay on my stomach; tried many so- called remedies without eflect. Received a Sha- ker almanac and read it. I said, Here’s another hnmbug! I was wrong for once. Bought a bottle of Shaker Extract of Roots in Columbia, Tenn. Tlien another.and another. After the third'bot- tlc I'was well; never been sick since. This is a medicine to tielo—to trust in. It is not a patent- medicine nora King Cure-all. It cures dyspep- sia and indigestion and that is at the bottom of most diseases. I would as soon be without money as without “Shaker.” .. W. I. POWERS. Ilenryviile, 'l‘cnn., Feb. 7th,1890. Nine-tenths of all diseases arise from pomons carried by the blood to various organs and parts of the body; and the blood is poisoned by undi- gested food in the stomach and intestines. 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Searches and Rejected Applications A Specialty. To all those whose applications have been rejected, he will make an examination and report on the some gratuitously. Prellmln. . in] examination of the Patent omce Records, prior to an application for udpatent, will be. made oravbi'y small charge.“ advice or informa- tion in regard to patents will be given in full detail in aolrcular which will be mailed free of charge to every applicant. facilities also for Picturing Patents in Foreign' countries . He refers to any once! of the Patent Dillon. and to the many Connecticut Inventors for whom be He has upcclo' than done business and taken out Lin-no Pull! NORWALK GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 2. I890. RICHARD A. MCCURDY, 01“. HE 1555 INSURANL‘E ‘ UMPA'N OF NEW YORK. President. For the Year Ending December 31st, 1889. ASSETS, - Increase in Assets, Surplus, . Increase in Surplus, Receipts, Increase during year, Paid Policy~Holders, Increase during year, Risks assumed, Increase during year, Risks in force, Increase during year, Policies in force, Increase during year, Policies Written in 1889, Increase over 1888, coo.) oo-o A $136,401,328 O2 $10,319,174 46 $9,657,248 44 $1,717,184 81 $31,119,019 62 $4,903,087 10 $15,200,608 38 $473,053 16 $151,602,483 37 $48,388,222 05 $565,949,933 92 $83,824,749 56 182,310 23,941 44,577 11,971 ‘to-o THE ASSETS ARE INVESTED AS FOLLOWS : Real Estate and Bond and Mortgage Loans, Umted States Bonds and other Securities, Loans on Collateral Securities, Cash in Banks and Trust Companies at interest, Interest accrued, Premiums deferred and in transit, etc, $69,361,913 13 $50,?23,469 81 $9,845,500 00 $2,988,632 79 $3,881,812 29 $136,401,328 02 can. Liabilties (including Reserve at 4 per cent,) $126,744,079 58 I have carefully examined the foregoing statement and find the same to be correct. A. N. WATERHOUSE, Auditor. .....o—...-—-...... From the Surplus above stated a dividend will be apportioned as usual. Risks Year. Assumed. Risks Outstanding. Surplus. 1884. . . . 6 34,681,420. . . $351,789,285. . . .$103,876,178.51. . . .$4,743,771 1885.... 1886.... 1887.... 1888.... 1889---' NEW Yonx, January 29th, 1890. Board. of Samuel F. Sprouls, Lucius Robinson, Samuel D. Babcock, George S. Coe, Richard-A. McCurdy, James C. Holden, Herman G. von Post, Alexander H. Rice, Lewis May, Oliver Harriman, Henry W. Smith, Robert Olyphant, George F. Baker,. Joseph Thompson, Dudley Olcott, Frederick Cromwell, J ulien T. Davies, Robert Sewell, 46,507,139. . . . 368,981,441. . .. 108,908,967.51. . . . 56,832,719.... 393,809,203.... 114,181,963.24.... 5:313:68 69,457,468... 427,628,933.... 118,806,851.88.... 6294’442 103,214,261.... 482,125,184.... 126,082,153.56.... 7:940’063 151,602,483.... 565,949,934.... 136,401,328.02.... 6,557:248 Trustees = S. VanReneselaer Curzon, Charles R. 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