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noble buildings, and, inquiring the way, came to the beautiful structure called Founder's Hall. He mounted the marble steps, and passed through the high arched doorway into a large vestibule, and crossed this towards the entrance to the Hall. But suddenly he stopped, and uttered a low exclamation of surprise. His eyes were fixed on a large portrait above the door. He approached and read the inscription in German below the picture: "Henry Mentz, Founder of Bixen University." Then he drew the envelope from his pocket and broke the seal. His hands trembled as he unfolded the letter, and with some difficulty, and half blinded with tears he read its contents:
"Dear Henry:
"After my escape from prison my young wife went to a Western state to find her brother. She found him only in time to die under his roof and leave our son to his care. I came to America to find that boy. I found him and grew to love him even more than in banishment I had loved my dreams of him. How I wished to reveal myself to him; but it would have been useless, yes cruel. When I sent for you last—yes my son, for you—I thought—that I must tell you all before I died. But why should I make you suffer needlessly? I will tell you only a part, and let you learn the rest when you are far away from these awful scenes, and in the midst of those things that I knew and loved. Use them my boy. For my sake use them and be happy. Do not change your name, no, keep your adopted one, for it is unstained. Farewell. Your father, Herbert Wagner."
A picture had fallen out of the envelope. Henry picked it up and looked at it long and tenderly. It was like his own faded picture of his mother.
EXCHANGES.
A Lawrence boy was badly injured while skating yesterday. The question that will come up for discussion is whether skating shall be abolished, or shall we reform the habit.-aLwrence Journal.
A Modern Miracle.
They say the "Miracle Age" is past I think they hadn't ought'er, For I dropped a burnt match from my boat And it lit upon the water.---Ex.
Not a Mystery.
As he stood in admiration,
Looking down along his fide,
With his watch just half way open,
He betrayed a look of pride.
From the stealthy way ne did it
And the bright'ning of his face,
I'm certain that there must have been
A woman in the case.
- Notre Dame Scholastic.
Thomas Jefferson Jones, Jr.—"Daddy, wha' foah is the 'D. D.' after Washington ?"
T. J. Jones, Sr.,—'Why chile doan you know? Dat means 'Daddy of his Country,' for suah."
Prof.:—Now, Sprockets, give me some account of Atlas.
Sprock:—He was a mythological god with a bicycle stoop, and the originator of the ball bearing. —Ex.
To ride a bicycle built for two,
Perhaps is lots of fun;
But many a pair
Have found pleasure rare,
In a rocking chair
Build for one.—Ex.
"I swear by those tall elms in yonder park, he commenced, but she interrupted him. "Swear not by them,"she said imploringly. Why not ?" Because those trees are slippery elm,"she said simply.—Ex.
They pressed forward closely and examined the Roentgen photograph. "His liver," they said, "is the image of his father's, but he gets his lungs from his mother's folks."—Ex.
It is charged that Princeton wants President Cleveland for advertising purposes. This is only a ,neer, but granting that it is true,it proves that Old Princeton has a pretty good eye for advertisements.
Maud: Poor fellow! He got his arm broken.
Lulu: Oh dear! How?
Maud: In a "touch-down."
Lulu: How strange. And down is so soft too.
Ex.