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Oh, seek them not where sleeps tha dead Ye shall not find their trace; No graven stone is at their head, No green grass hides their face; But sad and unseen is their silent grave It may be the sand or deep sea wave, Or lonely desert place; For they needed no prayers and no mourn ing bell They were tombed in true hearts that knew them well. They healed sick hearts till theirs were broken ; And dried gad eyes till theirs lost light We shall know at last by a certain token How they fought an l fell in the fight. Salt tears of sorrow unbeheld, Passionate cries unchronicle.l, And silent strifes for the right Angels shall court them ant earth shall sigh That she left her best children to battle and die. Edwin Arnold. An Egyptian Incident. "I am going to put an end to this Egyptian plague," growled Colonel Mac Pherson. "We corns here every winter, Bail up the same oil river, look at the same old pyramids no modern additions or improvements see the same abomin able old images that have worn the same grotesque aspect for fifty centuries and broil on the sum uncomfortable decks and all because that boy of mine wants to become known, as aa Egyptologist. To the deuce with beetles an t sacred cattle. I'm tired of it all." Out of breath with exertion necessary to this long sentence, Colonel Tavish Mac Phersou leans back iu his comfortable armchair and close ; his eyes for a nap. The cause of his trouble is not very ap parent, and as he sits there under the awning, with his half pay running on at the Horse Guards, with the rents of his deer forests and sheep far:i3 in the High lands faithfully collected and accounted for by the factor, and with his member ship fees paid up to date at the Carlton and United Service ciabs, one could imagine that even Egypt would appear ! something other than, a house of bond age. The Colonel's dahabeah, with her big three-cornered sail trimmed to the breeze that rufiles the waters of the Nile and bears her onward to Assouan and the Great Cataract, is as quiet and rest ful albeit picturesque au object as one would care to see, as on this December evening, 1870, she creeps up the river, the lookout maa on the bow watching that the channel is followed, aud the steersman, impassive as a mummy, lean ing upon the long handle of the tiller. Forward on the deck face downward or curled up in all sorts of odd positions lie the crew, a motley collection of Arabs, Nubians and 03inanlis. There is nothing stirring, lue mane ot the uesert is ou all around. Eveu the sun, now nearly ou a level with the Nubian mountains away on the horizon, looks tired and dusty. The intense quiet bothers the Colonel ; so he yawns and growls once mori. He is a widower with two children the elder a lad of eighteec, who has already made something of a reputation as a student of Egyptian remains, having been enamored of the laud since the evil day when the Colonel first proposed to winter on the Nile. The second is a gentle lad of ten years, well liked by everybody. He gives his vote for Egypt every winter, because Jack asks it as a favor. They are ashore now after relie3, and have promised to report when the dahabeah ties up for tne night at Assouan before warping her way through the cataract. The Colonel's eyes follow a movement in the tangled group of figures on tht deck. Two men rise, shouting at eact other the while. The Colonel and th dragoman, who had just poked his heao out of his room ou the deck, look oi lazilv. Suddenly one of the disputants makes a rush at the other the gleam o! steel is seen and the crew closa around the men. A quick stroke, a shout, anger changed to agony, and a Nubian lies on the deck with the dagger of Aboo, i powerful Arab, in his brsa3t. All this so quietly that the Colonel is still growling that there is nothing stir ring to be seen ia Egypt, when he reaches the group, and stooping over the wound ed man, draws the dagger out. It has left aa ugly wound, but not dangerous and as the wounded man is taken iu charge by his comrades, the Colonel turns tc the dragoman for an explanation. With many profuse apologies the dragoman tells how the two men wer sleeping side by side when the Nubian inadvertently put his foot against thi Arab's face. That was all, and th dragoman smiled and bowed. The Colonel, an old disciplinarian, looked black as night. In effectivi English he ordered the dragoman, aftei he had discovered that the matter wai not reckoued important enough foi Egyptian law to recognize, to anchor the dahabeeh and send a boat ashore witr; the culprit and his baggage. To the dragoman's question as to how Aboo wa; to get back to Cairo the Colonel thun dered that he might walk. The drago man bowed and smiled it was a habl he had learned from a French friend ii Cairo and translated the Colonel's re marks to Aboo, adding to them sue! little pleasantries as he thought of. II could walk. His shoe3 this with j smile and a bow, directed to Aboo's bare feet his shoes might wear out, but . So Aboo havijg obtained his dagger and an old ring his only articles of baggage goes ashore muttering revenge, which the dragoman interprets to the Colonel with a smile and a bow. The dahabeeh glides on and in an hour is moored at Assouan. The wandering relic hunters return and all aboard retire, for is nol the cataract to be traversed at sundown to-morrow? Uetore suurise Colonel MacPherson was awakened by the shout of the young ' gentleman's body servant, who cried excitedly: 4 -Wake, master! We can't find Master Dob. Here is a bit of paper that lay on his bed." While the Colonel rubbed his eyes and looked at the scrap of Arabic the man produced, a commotion occurred out side and the dragoman rushed in with Aboo's dagger in his hand. It had been taken from the breast of the Nubian stabbed to the heart during the night. The boat that had been towed astern of the dahabeeh after Aboo's trip ashore was gone. There was no doubt, ex plained the dragoman, with his custom ary smile, that the Arab had lain ashore until the lights went out, swam aboard, knifed his enemy, aud left again in the boat. At this the Colouel, still holding the paper in his hand, turned pale and tremblingly gives in to Jack who knows. Arabic. Dragoman and crew crowd around while he slowly reads: 4 'Aboo might have killed the English dog to night, but to steal the pride of his tent was a better revenge." They searched for the fugitive with shrinking hearts after a time, but never a trace ot the boy, dead or a living did they find. Almost mad with grief, but not uutil the hot weather threatened his life, Colonel MacPherson returned to Cairo and laid the terrible affair person ally before the Khedive. But it wa3 all in vain. Year after year he haunted the Nile, promising backsheesh to an un limited extent for the restoration of his boy, but the Arabs shook their heads Aboo had disappeared without leaving any trace. To the father who searched for his lost boy there was no lack of in terest now in Egypt. "Forward by the right, march!" Clear and loud comes the command and the ugly, ill-conditioned steeds of the camel corps moved forward with un gainly step. The wells of Aboo Klea are within sight and Sir Herbert Stew art, who marched nine days ago with 1500 picked men across the desert to reach the Nile and thence to press on to Khartoum, feels that his mission will be successul and that Gordon will be speed ily relieved. So does Captain Jack MacPherson, of the Egyptian army, attached for the present to the camelry, as he sails along on one of the ships of the desert. This is an unseawo' thy ship, and as it tosses more than usual he ejaculates, "Ugh, you brute, if there is an Arab at the wells I will trade camels." With this he looks forward to the rocky defile by which the route lies, and sees flutter ing above a ledge an Arab banner. For an instant he looks at it through his field glass,- and then rides in haste back along the ranks. A word in Sir Herbert's ear. The troops are halted and a zareba is in process of formation when with beating of war drums and discordant yells that remain unanswered for the throats of the men are too parched and thirty to hurrah a great body of Arabs starts from the underwood around the entrace to the defile , and, headed by many stan dard bearers, rush in upon the British square. Of the fight for life in that square and the determination with which the Arabs fought to break the ranks there is no need to tell. How Buruaby went down, fighting gloriously, and many another brave man beside him, history records. With the utmost coolness (for he has been through many such scenes) Captain MacPherson, after the first rush, picks up the rifle of a dead soldier,unelasp3 his cartridge belt and plugs away steadily at the nightshirt brigade, as the srfdicrs have nicknamed the Arabs from their long white robes. But see! what change is this in his face as the foe forms in a compact mass for another rush? And listen to the re quest he make3 to the men around him "Don't shoot within a dozen yards each side of that bauaer," he says in such a tone of voice that the soldiers look up in surprise and see a white, sc face. "Let them come right up before you fire," he adds, "and wait till I give you the word. You'll agree to that, won't you, Roberts? It's a matter of life and death." This is to the officer in com mand of the company. "Matter of death to us all, I think, if you don't speak in time," growled Rob erts, frowning at the advancing der vishes; "but have your way." MacPherson make3 no answer; the pallor of his face increases; now it is Mhy gray as the Arabs rush in on the square. Of all the oncoming hundreds he sees only two men one the standard bearer, and beside him a young fellow, wonderfully light of skin for an Arab, and with a cap on his head instead of the usual tangled headdress of greased hair worn by the dervishers. Kueeling as the Arab3 come within fifty yards of the square he takes delib erate aim. A flash, and at the same iu stant the sr'indard-bearer falls prone to the eartli. The fair-faced Arab seizes the banner and rushes to the front. An other shot and he, too, fails. In a voice that rings above the din of the battle MacPherson gives the order to fire, and the Arabs, met by a volley at such a range, stagger, and through the smoke are seen to fall back a few paces. In stantly MacPherson rushes out from the square, and before his comrades or the eDemy have time to interfere he is again in the midst of his comrades, trembling aud pale, but bearing in his arms tht young Arab, who still grasps the banner he plucked from the dead leader's hand. The Arabs, mightily thinned in that last brush, fall away. The fight is over and the men, crowded round MacPher son, who is bathing the wounded Arab's thigh where the bullet entered, ask what it all means. Roberts, who is uuder the impression that the banner was the prize coveted by MacPherson, and that his care for the Arab is an afterthought, remarks that the game was hardly worth the" candle. But MacPherson, looking up for a mo ment, says, pointing to the wounded Arab : "My brother." Instantly the men, most of whom have heard the story of the Colonel's bereave ment, crowd around the stretcher. Sure enough, the resemblance cannot be dis puted. "See," says MacPherson, becoming less constrained as the intense strain of the last few minutes is relaxed. "I can trace on the back of his right hand the out lines of an anchor. I remember when he put it on he was a very small cub. His hand looked as if it was poisoned, and he came to me and j;ot me to scrape most of the ink out again. That's why the mark is so faint. Roberts, send a man out there to bring in the big fellow I shot. That was Aboo, and I think you will find a bullet in his head." The last word3 are spoken faintly and MacPheson falls bask in the arm3 of a soldier. Where he stood there is a pool of blood, and on examination it is found that he, too, ha3 been wounded in the thigh. They were an odd-looking pair, thi brothers, as they walked together in the garden of the army hospital at Cairo. It was fortunate that Jack knew Arabic, fo his long-lost brother had to leara English over again, having heard never a word of his mother tongue from the night when Aboo, after gagging him, tumbled him into the boat lying astern of the dahabeeh until his brother's bul let brought him back to civilization. Of his wanderings he could tell little except that his captor and he had been way farers for year3 in the Soudan and along the desert hig'away3 until the insurrec tion broke out, when he wa3 pressed into the Mahli's service, Aboo being a volunteer. After awhile, he told his brother, he became rather fond of fight ing. ; "Imphm!" said the colonel, as his cider sou translated these remarks, I "there is some of the MacPherson in him yet," then. He nodded paternally to ward Bob, and then, turning to Jack, said tenderly, "God bless you, my boy, : for bringing back my Benjamin, cvaa with a bullet !" Toronto Glole. LADIES' COLUMN. THE BIO TIAT Ml'ST GO. Paris has declared war on the big hat at public performances. French papers are ridiculing it with merciless satire, and prominent critics have gone so far us to refuse to attend performances where the big hat is allowed. It is thought that the beginning of the end is come, and that soon amusement goers all over the world will be delivered from the" tyranny of the constructive mountain of millinery, for, of course, Paris sets the fashion for the rest of the world. New Orleans Picayune. THE SCOOr BOXXET. The scoop bonnet is a favorite because it is generally becoming and is so shaped that while being a bonnet it has the youthful appearance of a round hat. The distinctive feature of the scoop bonnet is that it has no brim at all, and that it lies perfectly flat upon the front of the head, just over the forehead. Thi3give3 a very nice chance for a becoming face trimming. Women with small, regular features find the scoop bonnet very be coming if trimmed with a standing bow, which is placed on the front of the bon net in the most upright, aggressive man ner possible. A. oun i the edge of the bonnet there must be a heavy ruching of some kind of velvet, and at the back an other upright bow. This make3 a very pretty hat, and one which will probably be fashionable all winter. New York World. A WOMAN AS TKAIX DESPATCUER. It is said that the office of train despatcher on the New London North ern Railroad is held by Miss Lizzie E. D. Thayer. As this is a single-track road, her position is one of great responsi bility, since she controls the movements of all trains from one end of the line to the other. Miss Thayer was for some time assistant to the former train de spatcher, and upon his resignation, pend ing the appointment of his successor, she proved herself so thoroughly capable of doing the work of the place that the position was conferred upon her. She is at her office from seven in the morn ing until six at night, superintending the 181 miles of track under her care. She has a man assistant, but the responsi bility is all hers. During her two years of service there h is been no accident for which she is to blame. 2ew YorJc Wii- EAUNIXGS OF LITEKVKY WOMAN". Women are more favored in literary work at present than are men. For ex ample, Mrs. Burnett has a larger income from royalties than is receive 1 by any man. Mrs. Humphrey Ward will make a small fortune out of her "David." Elizabeth Stuart Phelps commands the highest prices for all the magazines. Mrs. Margaret Deland sets her own fig ures. Sarah Orne Jewett receives as much for a short story as does the most successful male author. Anna Katharine Green sustains a comfortable home solely from the proceeds of her pen. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sells everything she write3. Amelie Rives writes little, but what she does write an l sell brings her the host prices. Maria Parloa lives on the income of her pen. Mary J. Holmes receives a larger yearly check from her publishers than does many a bank presi dent. Amelia E. Barr is kept busy sup plying stories and articles at flattering figures. "The Dache3s" makes several thousands of dollars each year with her psn, while "Mrs. Alexander" does the sunie. "Octave "Thanet" has more t an she can do at the most remunerative rate3 of payment, and one might go through an almost endless list of women, such as Julia Magruder, Elizabeth B. Custer, Frances Courtenay Baylor, Harriet Pres cott Spofford, Mis3 McCelland, Mollie Elliott Seaweil, LouUs Chandler Moul ton, Ellen Olney Kirk, Grace King and a score or two of others. Cniajo Poi!. FAS O" ION N OTE3. Next to wool, silk is the easiest to dye of all the textile fibres. in dress soods for winter. Ornate vases of Berlin ware are among tha new imporiatioas. Oxford ties of black ooze calf are suit able for all house gowns. Rough faucy clothes are fashionable for long cloaks aud mantles. Safety matches lie concealed in a min iature little wood basket of silver. Sleeves are still mvli high ou the shoulders, and are made very fall aDout the top. Scotch plaid overgaiters are seen or the feet of the chic ycung women of the "smart set." A new material this season is "black velvet plush." Enthusiastic women de clare it to be a "splendid imitation." Here is one of the axioms on which the art of good dressing is founded: Fashion must be followed, but at a be coming and discreet distance. Very handsome dresses for the season are made of black drap d'ete or Bedford cord, garniturned with bands of real black ostrich feathers, often with aa ad ditional decoration of rich black siik passementerie above the feather band on the skirt, on the panel showing at the left side of thegOvn, and ou the bodic.' and sleeves. Blue English serge costu uss, with coat and dark blue felt hat to match, wilt be fashionable during the entire season. Tweeds in brown and blue mixtures are also popular. Golden brown crossed with red forms another pretty combina tion. These tweeds are of various quali ties, but a special sort is that woven by the fishermen in the Orkney Islauds dur ing the winter when they are unable to carry on their ordinary vocation. The perfection of American silks anu tapestries now brings within the reach ot the moderate purse the new satin damask hanjrincrs iu colonial or Louis XV pattern. They are lined with silk an 1 draped now ia irregular festooa3, faliins to the floor only on one side the opening. Some of the portieres, called Derby, an reversible and require no lining, express ing the colonial patterns on both side alike. They are looped or draped wit! heavy cords. Eyes Made to OrDer. A writer in the Optician hi3 been pay ing a visit to a specialist in the art of making artificial humau eye3, aad found upward of 4000 on the premises. De spite the large amount of cholc3 which such a number must offer, the visitor wa3 told that in most case3 it was nece3sary to make a aiza to order. "I supposa," it was observed, "you manage to get good pric33 for your eyes?" "Some times," was the reply, "but you would be astonished at the way some people will haggle over a few shillings in the price of this specially designed article." The firm ha3 a large hospital connection, and patients are sent to them for the purpose of having new eyes fitted a3 well a? supplied. It is sal to learn that many deabrs, who merely buy, are not at all particular aa to whether they fix a right eye into a left socket, or vice versa, as long as they have in stock something approacmg ii color to the remaining optic. Lonlon News. T. C. Weeks, a Boston broker, who recently failed for .$423,300, has made o;Lr to hi3 creditors of one mill on a dollar, which has been accepted and the . ofler confirmed by the court. Absolutely Pure. A cream of tartar baking powder. Highest of all ia leavening strength..' LaUit JJ. S. Gottrnment Food Report, Brown will be the standard coloi
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