Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 July 1883 — Page 1

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look up, Kot down. ÜBe to some is full of so; row— Half Is real, half they borrow; Poll of rocks and full of ledges. Corners sharp and jutting edges. Though the joy-bens may b; singing, Not a song yon’ll hear them tinging: Beeing never makes them a be, Looking oht from down-cast eyes. -All • vain the sun is shining, Welers sparkle, blossoms twining: They but see through these same sorows Bad to-days and worse to-morrows; See the clouds that must pass over; See the weeds among the clover— Everything and anything But the geld the sunbeams bring. Draining from the bitter fountain, Lo! your mole-hill seems a mountain. Drops of dew and drops of rain Swell into the mighty main. All In vain the blessings shower. And the meroies fall with power. Gathering chaff, ye tread the wheat, Bioh and royal, ’neath your feet. Let it not be so, my neighbor; Look up as you love and labor. Not for one alone woe’s vials; Every one has cares and trials. Joy and care are linked together. Like the fair and cloudy weather. May we have, oh, let us pray, Faith and patience for to-day.

BRINGING HOME THE COWS.

BY MRS. A. R. FERRIN.

“Well, Bessie, the new teacher is going to board with us this summer,” said Farmer Mapleton, as he listed two brimming pails of milk and set them on the kitchen table. “I saw him down at Shelby this afternoon, and he engaged board at $3 a week. He seemed awful anxious about the family, somehow.” ‘‘Why so, father?” asked the girl addressed as Bessie, deftly slipping the shining pans from her arm into a row alongside of the milk pails. “Oh, he wanted to know how many there were in the family; and, when I told him only myself and wife and one little girl, he put on a mighty satisfied look, and asked if the little girl-was old enough to go to school. ” “And what did you tell him ?” again queried the damsel, with an amused look, as she lifted one of the pails and poured the rich, foamy fluid slowly into the huge strainer. “Oh, yes, I said, she is old enough to go to school, but I don’t think we shall send her this summer, as her mother prefers to teach her at home.” A clear, ringing, silvery laugh followed this speech, and Bessie took up the empty pails and strainer and went out to the kitchen pump. Bessie Mapleton, Mr. Mapleton’s little girl, as he always called her, was in reality a magnificent specimen of womankind. She was fully five feet eight inches in height, with massive shoulders, beautifully-rounded bust, shapely arms and hands and a well-turned foot. She had also a splendid head of wavy, red-brown hair, matched by a pair of glorious eyes. With these, a clear, creamy complexion, deepening on the cheeks to a pale rose, full, red lips, and rounded, dimpled chin, combined to form a very pleasing exterior. In point of intelligence Miss Mapleton was far above the ordinary 18-year-old country girl. She had -graduated with signal honors at a ladies’ board-ing-school, and had now cOme home, as she said, to .add to her other accomplishments a good stock of common sense. As her mother chanced to be without a domestic she, of her own accord, proposed to take that share of the labor usually performed by the hired f girl, and thus learn the mysteries of housekeeping. She had proved herself an apt pupil, and, after six months apprenticeship, Mrs. Mapleton, who rather prided herself on her excellent housekeeping abilities, decided that Bessie could do almost as well as she could herself. Now, Mr. Mapleton had not meant to deceive Edgar Pierpont when he spoke of his little girl. He had fallen into a habit of calling her so in her early girlhood before she had developed into her present grand proportions, and he still kept it up. There is no denying the fact that he was somewhat proud of her magnificent form and comely features, and, when he saw how quickly the young schoolmaster snapped up the unintentional bait, he was fain to let the matter pass without further comment, and let the truth flash upon him from Bes-ie’s bright, bewildering eyes. “I will bring up the cows to-night, father,” said Bessie as she rose from the supper table the night Mr. Pierpont was expected to put in his appearance. “I don’t think you’d better, Bess.,” said Mr. Mapleton, teasingly. “That young schoolmaster might come while you’re gone. You’d be rather ashamed to be caught driving up the cows, wouldn’t you?” “Not a bit of it, father,” and seizing her sunbonnet she rangayly out through the open gate and down the lane, sending back a clear, rippling stream of song which fairly made the old orchard ring with its melody. Now, whatever was Bessie Mapleton’s object in going after those cows t is particular evening, perhaps no one but herself will ever know. It might be that, knowing the half-mile walk would brighten her eyes and deepen the color in her cheeks, she desired to avail herself of its advantages, as she was one of the few women who have a real contempt for all the so-called cosmetics of the day. Or it might be that the chord of romance which vibrated strongly through her being prompted the act. Certain it is that she had taken more than the usual amount of care with her toilet, which, though simple and entirely in keeping with her avocation as a farmer’s daughter, was neat and tasteful. And certain it is, too, that, if she had the least idea of getting up a romance on her own private account, she succeeded beyond her most sansuine expectation. She had reached the lower end of the pasture, and after, as it seemed to her, a vastly unnecessary amount of coaxing, hallooing and throwing of clubs, she had at last succeeded in getting the cows into line, and fairly on their homeward way. She was congratulating herself on ■her stioeeßs, when, presto! Juno, a jnagnificent 4-year-old, dipped her horns to the ground, and with a sniff and a snort and a sudden lifting of the heels went cantering away across the fields, with Brindle and Pink and Brownie and Blossom rushing pell-mell after her in such a wild fashion, that Miss Mapleton stood aghast at the prospect of ever getting them together again. Her first thought was to go to the house and send her father after them. Then she remembered that she had volunteered to br'ng them up, and she must do it in some way. So, gathering her skirts over her am, she took a long stick in her hand, with her sunbonnet hanging over her J shoulders and a determined look in her \yes, she started on the chase. But were there ever such perverse animal -> in the wide world? Hither auu tliither they ran, as if possessed

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by the very demon of mischief. In vain she shook her stick and hallooed; in vain she ran frantically to and fro. All her efforts seemjed rather to increase their playfulness than to inspire them with any feelings of respect and obedience. At last she stopped in the middle of the field, panting for breath, with flushed face, disheveled hair and angry* looking eyes; and, uttering an exclamation expressive of strong disgust, she threw down her stick and was returning toward home, when she suddenly became aware of a masculine presence, and a deep, rich voice asked, “Shall I help you, miss ?” Looking up, she saw a broaff-shonl-dered specimen Of the genus homo rapidly approaching, with an amused expression in his blue eyes and certain twitchiugs of the muscles of his month, showing a strong inclination to laugh. But at sight of the flushed face and tired eyes, this tall, merry-looking stranger became suddenly tender and respectful; and, while Bessie grew hot and uncomfortable Bud painfully conscious of her demoralized condition, he remained cool and self-possessed, and, taking up her discarded weapon, he proceeded after thosa refractory bovines in a way that evidently meant business. But, as though perfectly aware of a superior presence, to Bessie Mapleton’s utter disgust, those cows formed quietly into line and marched as demurely toward home as if that wild, wicked frolic had never been thought of. As they followed the cows along over the green, crocus-dotted sward, the young stranger conversed in an easy, off-hand way, which under ordinary circumstances would have put Miss Bessie entirely at her ease. But she was too keenly alive to the fact that her dress was torn by an unlucky contact with a thorn-bush, her collar awry, and that her back hair had escaped the legitimate confinement of c mb and hair-pins and hung in great, coffee-colored masses about her neck and throat. “Where does Mr. Mapleton live?” he asked, abruptly, when the cows were safe in the lane, and the bars replaced. “I’m the new teacher, Mr. Pierpont, at your service,” with a low bow, “and I’m going to board with them this summer. ” “Right up there,” answered Bessie, indicating the house with a nod, and smiling in spite of her chagrin. “These are Mr. Mapleton’s cows.” He regarded her curiously a moment. “And you are?” “Miss Mapleton,” with a profound courtesy. “Ah! indeed. Mr. Mapleton’s niece, perhaps. ” “No; Mr. Mapleton’s daughter.” “I think—l understood Mr. Mapleton to say he had but one daughter, and that was a little girl. ” “Well, he always calls me his little girl,” she said, looking up with a comic-ally-counterfeited shyness; and then, as all the grotesqueness of the situation burst upon her mind, she gave vent to a long, low, hearty laugh. It was contagious. Mr. Pierpont laughed too, albeit there was a disappointed look in bis handsome, blue eyes, which was not lost upon observing Bessie, and at which that young lady naturally enough felt a little piqued. “Never mind, Bessie,” she said to herself, “Mr. Pierpont doesn’t seem to care for our company. I really don’t, wonder at it,considering our dilapidated i appearance this evening, but we will take care not to inflict ourselves upon him more than is necessary. ” At the gate they met Mr. Mapleton. He stopped to exchange greetings with the .young teacher, while Bessie ran quickly into the house and upstairs to her room, Mid did not make her appearance again that evening. At the breakfast-table she was cool and stately, and acknowledged Mr. Pierpont’s presence by a very slight inclination of her handsome head. For some reason unknown to the writer, Mr. Edgar Piei-pont had decided that young ladies as a class were somewhat of a nuisance, and he had been particularly anxious, in selecting his summer boarding place, to avoid contact with the e, as he thought, superfluous attachments to the human family. Whether it was some unfortunate love affair, which had assisted Mr. Pierpont to this decision is immaterial, so long as the fact remains that he had voted them altogether unnecessary to his happiness. “Vain, silly things,” he was wont to say; “hollow-hearted flirts, whose only idea of life is to angle for the attentions of the*opposite sex, and eventually to marry a rich man. Bnt if he had the least idea that Bessie Mapleton was going to angle for his attentions, or try to get up the least bit of a flirtation, he reckoned without his host, for she was as sublimely oblivions to his presence, except when particularly addressed by him, as if he had been at the antipodes.

And always her replies were sharp and pointed and sometimes so sarcastic that good Mrs. Mapleson wondered what had come over her usually amiable and pleasant daughter. Before he was hardly aware of it, Edgar Pierpont found his interest aroused. He saw that this girl Was different from other girls of his acquaintance, and he resolved to study her. Watching her from day to day as she performed her homely duties, and seeing how quiet and helpful and womanly she was, how kind and pleasant to her father and mother, how gentle and affable to casual visitors, he could not help wishing she would be just a little more sociable with himself. But, do what he might, she met his advances with icy indifference. The more he sought her side, the more persistently she avoided him. - At length, much to his chagrin, he found himself actually becoming infatuated by the willful beauty. And when he attempted to break the meshes Of the net in which he had been caught, he was powerless to do so. He had to acknowledge himself irrevocably lost, hopelessly, desperately in love. He believed, too,that Miss Bessie was not altogether unaware of his sentiments toward her, and he sometime fancied he was not so obnoxious to her as he seemed to be. Watching her closely he had seen swift upflashing of the brown eyes, filled with soft and tender light, followed by sudden waves of crimson ovqr neck and brow as they drooped quickly again under his searching gaze. And, indeed, Bessie had found herself in a predicament she had not anticipated, for one day there come to het a moment of supreme revelation in which she saw into the depths of her owfi heart, and she knew that she loved Edgar Pierpont with all the strength of her womanly nature. But, with that spirit of perverseness which is inherent in some female she quickly.

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decided to cover up all traces of her love, and not by word or sign to betray the fact that her heart had gone out unasked to any living man, for never under velvet or satin robes beat a prouder heart than throbbed Under Bessie Mapleton’s gingham wrapper. It wanted a week yet to the close of the school term. Unconsciously to herself there had come into Bessie’s wide, brown eyes an anxious expressions. Her manner was distraught and her temper fitful and uneven, so much so, that her mother had several times anxiously inquired if she were ill. “No, mother. I’m not ill, and I Wish you wouldn’t keep worrying about me, all the time,” she had answered peevishly on one of these occasions, aud Mrs. Mapleton had wondered more than ever what change had come over the spirit of her daughter’s dreams, but if she surmised anything of the truth she wisely kept it to herself. “I believe Edgar Pierpont loves me, and that he would tell me so if I gave him the least chance,” Bessie said to herself over and over again. And yet, strange as it may seem, she placed every possible barrier between herself and such a declaration. And Edgar? He had vainly sought for au opportunity to see her alone. He knew she purposely kept out of his way, and he was debating with himself whether to go away and make no mention of the love that was devouring his heart Eke a consuming fire, or to ask her for a private interview, knowing she could not well refuse him this, and learn his fate from her own lips. It was at this juncture of affairs that Mr. Mapleton asked Bessie one evening at the supper-table if she could bring up the cows, saying that he had to go some distance to see a neighbor and it would be quite late before he should get back. Edgar Pierpont heard with devout thankfuness, and eagerly awaited her answer. “Certainly, father,” she said, blushing furiously as she thought of her former experience, “I’ll try. ” “I’ll go with her and help her, Mr. Mapleton.” Bessie opened her lips to decline the proffered assistance, but, as she met for an instant those calm blue eyes across the table, the masterful spirit which shone out through them compelled her to be silent. Down through the old orchard, where the red-cheeked apples swung low upon the heavily-laden branches; past the corn fields, whose wide, green leaves and yellow tassels rustled in the evening breeze; around the brow of the hill, where their feet at every step nestled in among the fragrant clover blossoms, and down to the spring, where a rustic seat had been fixed up under some spreading oaks, they went. ' He had not spoken a word since they started. Bessie would have chosen to go down the lane directly to the pasture, but by some secret power he had gained over her within the last halfhour, he compelled obedience to his unspoken wishes. Now he broke the silence: “Sit down here, Bessie, I’ve got something I want to say to you.” She flashed up a little smile of defiance, but she had met her master. She sat down. He remained standing. “Miss Mapleton,” he began, “for more than a week I have been seeking jan opportunity to see you alone. But you have purposely avoided me. I felt that I could not g<? away from here without telling you what is in my heart. But before I say more I want to ask you a question, and I want you to give me (i truthful, straightforward answer. Will you?” “Do you doubt my veracity, Mr. Pierpont?” she asked, with a sudden assumption of dignity. “If I answer you at all I shall probably tell you the truth. ” “Very well, then,” quietly ignoring the reflection contained in her speech. “It is this: What have I ever done to make you dislike me so much ?” A spasm of pain swept for one instant over her expressive features. “What makes you think I dislike you ?” “You have never given me any reasons to think otherwise. From our first acquaintance you have seemed to consider me as entirely unworthy of your notice. Perhaps it was this which first attracted my attention, and set me to watching you. Observing from day to day vour sweet, helpful, womanly life, I have learned to love you, and—oh! Bessie, I would like to know what I have done that was wrong, that I may, if possible,* atone for my fault, and try to win your love in return.”

“I want to ask you a question,” she said suddenly, looking up with an arch smile. “A dozen, if you like. ” “One will do, I think, but I want you to give me a truthful, straightforward answer. Will you?” “I’ll try to,” smiling in spite of his earnestness. “Weren’t you very much disappointed when you found out that Mr. Mapleton’s little girl was a full-grown young woman?” “I—I—I—” he stammered, reddening painfully under her mocking scrutiny. “No prevarication, if you please. ” “Well then, I may as well make a clean breast of it, and admit that I was disappointed, and, furthermore, that I had at that time a very poor opinion of girls in general. I considered them as silly and selfish, and—” “Entirely unworthy of your notice. ” “Perhaps that is not putting it too strongly,” he admitted, wincing a little. “But, Be°sie, my love for you has taught me a higher form of faith, and a nobler creed. Having made my confession, am I not entitled to your forgiveness, and an answer to my question?” * . “To my forgiveness, yes,” extending her hand with charming frankness. “I did not agree to answer your question ?” “You will at least tell me, Bessie, if I can ever hope to win your love ?” “No, Edgar,” with sudden sweet seriousness. “You cannot hope to win my love, for it is yours already. I have a long time known that my heart was yours. I think I have loved you ever since you came to my assistance .that evening, when I was so tired ana discouraged. But I was piqued at your indifference to my girlish charms,” she added, naively, “and I resolved to pay you off in your own coin. I have discharged the debt. lam free.” “Only to be bound again by a firmer contract,” he exclaimed, and placed upon her lips the seal of their betrothal. Together in the early twilight they followed home the cows again, and while Brindle and Brownie and Blossonb and Pink and Juno walked quietly and contentedly along the lane, these young people talked together of th ci r‘future and laid wise and sagacious plaafs for the days to come,

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Then, when the milk had been strained and set away in the wide, cool pantry, and the lamps had been lighted in the sitting-room, they appeared hand-in-hand before Mr. and Mrs. Mapleton, and Edgar Pierpont asked of them their daughter m marriage. “Yes, yes, you may have her,” exclaimed Mr. Mapleton, rising up in a sort of nervous flatter, “but you can’t take her away. Yon must come here to Ijve. I’m getting old, anyway, and I need some one to help me to see to things about the farm. Are you willing to do this ?* “More than willing, Mr. Mapleton.” “That settles it then, and may you be happy together, as happy as Mother Mapleton and I have always been, is the best wish I can give you.”—Chicago Ledger.

There is not a block in any street nor a court-yard, square or carrefour in Paris that is not the property of beggars, writes a correspondent from Paris. Some will come every day before the rising of the sun to occupy the same relation, and there to remain until night and gaslight comes to give an artificial life to the city. Then they fill the principal boulevards until after the theaters and operas are closed—that is to say, until after midn ght. Others have their days, even their hours, to visit certain streets, and they are cunning enough not to interfere with each other in making these unwelcome calls to the nobility and bourgeoise of Paris. To be a successful' beggar, one must have some visible infirmity or impediment to gaining a living; consequently, all Paris beggars are either crippled, blind, maimed or suffering from hideous sore or cancer affliction, which is not infrequently assumed or imitated with no small degree of skill and to our special loathing. A good many of those whose infirmities are not of the most repulsive character do not beg outright. They pretend to sell pencils, pins, knives, flowers; they play on handorgans and other musical instruments invented to torture the public, go from house to house singing—heaven help me, but I should have sa d howling!— some sort of an air which those Johnny Orapeaus call musical. Each beggar has his (or her) traditions, his especial manner of exhibiting bis claims on charity—in fact, the usual mise-en-scene of the profession. For instance, the blind—by far the most numerous, important and wealthy corporation among the beggars —almost invariably maintain a rigid immovability, a petrification which extends even tp the dog or the little child that may accompany them. Another distinguished feature of this blind nuisance is that he rarely addresses any verbal appeal to the passer-by, but he is very careful that his-placaid shall speak for him, and on this signboard he sometimes takes flights into the realms of poesy that are really startling. Often this card appeals to the reader’s sympathy by mentioning the name of the department or province from which ’the beggar has come.

“I think that Lincoln was to a remarkable degree both a statesman and a politician; that he based his views of expediency on great principles, but that in executing expedient objects he was as shrewd and keen a politician as ever was in Washington. He had a broad sympathy for human nature and he understood it very well. He was as devoid of personal ambition and selfishness as any man of whom we have a record in our history. He was a man who wanted to do that which was right and best for this whole nation, South and North, and was willing to go as jjear to the edge of doubtful expediency as a man could go and not go over the precipice; but he saved himself.” “Whatever its effect upon the country, don’t you think that his death and its m annex’ and at the time was a great thing for him in history ?” “Yes, sir. I think that his coffin was more than the Presidential chair. It certainly gave to the whole of his career the influence of a kind of political saintship. ” ■*Do you believe he would have carried out a different policy from that of Johnson?” “I know that at the time that things were drawing to a consummation he had in an inchoate form the very policy that Johnson undertook to carry out under a change of circumstances. I know it, because the Cleveland letter that I wrote was the result of conferences with Gov. Andrew and President Lincoln, just preceding Lincoln’s death, as to what were to be the nextcoming steps nftei - the breaking down of the rebellion, and at that time, under the circumstances, it seemed to me that they had, on the whole, very wise views. It may be said almost in a sentence what their policy was. It was to say to the leading public men of the Soutlx: Gentlemen, you took your section out of the Union; you must bring it back. We hold you responsible. We will give you all the powei’ necessary to do it. Slavery is gone, and, as you went out with these men who have been defeated, now you must come back and we will trust you.”— Interview with Beecher, in the New York Herold.

I was pleased with an anecdote about a party of young men who once went hunting up a California ravine. At night they sat around their fire watching the boiling of a mess of beans, when a bear suddenly joined the circle, whipped the cover of the pot, and, without so much as by your leave, thrust his paw into the seething supper. Bearing with pain and astonishment, he as quickly drew it out again, and throwing the hot beans into the young men’s faces, lumbered off growling into the darkness. What the young men did for supper I never heard.— Cor. New York Tribune. • ...., ■ ... ,—.—

He Thought It Was a Dummy.

As Dave Pulsiver came down State street yesterday, he met an old friend who looked very much broken up. “Why, helio, old boy,” said Dave, “wliat on earth is the matter with you ?” “Made a mistake.” “Why, how so?” “I»went into that dress-shop over there and I leaned my arm on somethin’ I thought it was adummy-woman, but it wasn’t, and when she bit off that left ear you see gone I thought I would faint.” — Chicago Cheek. On the tombstone of a-drowned boy, in Missouri, was inscribed the following accusation against his companions at the time of the accident: “Killed by Philander Finley and Mart Beggs.” Thtg a lib 1 and »

Parisian Beggars.

Beecher on Lincoln.

A Bear’s Paw in Hot Beans.

DORSEY'S FIRST BOMB.

Abstract of the Budget of Stephen W. Borsey-How Garfield Se- i cured the Nomination. Story of the October Election In In* diana—Tbe Astounding Promises Made at the Fifth Avenue Conference. Secret of the Stalwart Pilgrimage to Mentor—The Pledge Made to Jay Gould and Stanley Matthews’s Appointment. Conkling’s Suspicions Regarding Garfield’s Word—Blaine’s Efforts to Protect the Star Routers. Garfield Showing Dorsey the Evidence Against Them—How the Mighty Republican Party Has Fallen.

[From the New York Sun.] The sequence of some events thafcbad their beginning with the nomination of Garfield was ended with the verdict in the recent star-route trials. Two of the defendants in these trials jrere Intimately connected with the Republican canvass in 1880, and one of them at least so connected because of his relation with the star- ’ route contractors, that the very remarkable history of that canvass has been really'in their power to* tell They have both refrained ftom doing so, because they were under fire, and because they know that they had the sympathy of many of the leading Republican politicians. When the Congress ordered an investigation into the system of letting the star-route contracts Gen. Garfield, at Gen. Brady's request, made a very thorough examination into the Whole matter. The result was that he assured Gen. Brady and Senator Dorsey that he was satisfied the system could be defended, and he promised when the special appropriation for which Gen. Brady asked should come before the House that he would not only vote for it, but would also defend it upon the floor. Realizing Garfield’s great influence,' not only with the Appropriation Committee, but also on the floor, Brady and Dorsey were Satisfied that the accusations against them would be satisfactorily defended. They had received Garfield’s most positive assurance that he would do all in his power so set. them tight, and they had every reason to believe that be would keep his word. But when the matter came up Garfield not only failed them, but he also allowed his Influence to dwindle into insignificance by pairing with a member of the House and leaving town when the matter came bp. Dorsey was Inclined to forgive him for this, not Brady. The Assistant Postmaster General realized that Garfield had discovered that large Bums of money were received by star-route contractors, and he was inclined to think that Garfield would be disposed to make use of this Knowledge at a later day. Therefore Brady thought Garfield did not care to go on record except sufficiently to satisfy the men who had asked him to defend them. All this occurred some months before the Chicago Convention, it was well known that Brady favored the nomination of Blaine, while Dorsey professed to be sirnestly for Grant. In the winter of 1880 a clnb of the “better element” was organized in Philadelphia by a young dan with political aspirations named W barrton Barker. This club, among other great missions, Undertook to prevent the nomination of either Gen. Grant or James G. Blaine. Mr. Wayne MacVeagh was a member of the club. He had a profound dislike for Blaine, having characterized him as the most dangerous man in American politics. Mr. Wharton Barker regarded the threatened nomination of Grant as a dangerous ’ nomination. The point wae to find the man who could beat both of these in the Chicago Convention. Many names were suggested. Sherman — he would not do; he had no elements of popularity. Edmunds—he would not do, because they would tell about the black bottle he kept In the committee-room. Hawley—oh, no; he came from an insignificant State and was something of a blusterer, and so on. At last, one evening, Mr. Barker suggested the name of lames A. Garfield. It was received by nearly til the members of the club. Then a thin man, with a foxy face and icy expression, arose. He was Mr. Wayne MacVeagh. “The proposition, he said, “is absurd. Garfield’s record is so bad that the party could not afford to nominate him. The history of the. Credit-Mobtlier case, of the DeGolyer business, and other matters that have not been made public would all come out.. No, gentlemen, we cannot afford to think of Garfield.” Stephen Dorsey heard of this speech afterward, and Garfield heard of it, and Mr. Wayne MacVeagh was always persuaded that Garfield heard of it through Dorsey. Mr. John Sherman learned very speedily what was going on. He cast about for means to circumvent it, and at last hit upon a plan. He insisted that Garfield should go to Chicago at the head of the Ohio delegation. Sherman believed that Garfield in that position would not dare betray him and would also lack the courage to allow any movement in the Ohio delegation that looked like treachery. But there was a man named Foster, now Governor of Ohio, in the delegation. Foster was a man of the Garfield stripe, with an air of frankness, and faithfulness, but cold as steel; and never for a moment forgetful of Charles Foster. Between him and Garfield there was a perfect Un- . derstanding. There were two men in the Chicago Convention, who very early saw what was in the -wind in the Ohio delegation. One of those was Dorsey and the other Conkling. Dorsey kept his knowledge to himself, except that he said to Conkling one dav, “There IB treachery over there," pointing to Charley Foster and the Ohio delegation. Both Garfield and Dorsey realized early in the canvass that the Republican candidate for the Presidency was embarrassed by a sulky, jealous, and mutinous faction. The relation that the New York stalwarts permitted themselves to assume was the subject of much correspondence between Garfield and Dorsey. The candidate wrote to Dorsey that he relied upon him to prepare the way for the cordial co-operation of the sulky New York men. He declared to Dorsey that he regarded him as one of the best of organizers, and knew that If he would undertake the work of reconciliation It could be consummated. Dorsey promised to do it. He frankly told Garfield that it was a work that amounted to nothing else than organizing a movement for victory from elements that right after Garfield’s nomination promised only defeat. In those depressing days in July and early August it was Dorsey who gave encouragement to Garfield, and it was Dorsey who mapped out a plan of operations that met Garfield's cordial approval, and drew from him the most fulsome expressions of gratitude. It was Dorsey Who conceived and successfully managed the Fifth Avenue Hotel conference, and he himself has said that not even his recent trial as a criminal conspirator against the Government gave him more anxiety or more necessity for calling upon all his resources than did the arrangements for that, conference. Dorsey had presented to the RepUbHOftirmanagers, including Garfield,.his views respecting the canvass. To his thinking‘thdte were two necessities. One was money, the other the co-operation of the New York stdtwarts. The two were linked. Dorsey said that no money could be raised without the co-operation of the New York men; and, on the other hand, with that co-operation, combined with certain other inducernen W-any amount could be DtftseytrdffTne first urged the necessity of making the battle in Indiana in OotolMMMMmmMMwpaßdencewith Garfield will sh<ff.kSMCHMk and Garfield’s field suggested Bonus<®neril«sudb as one to interest a certain shot Indiana, and also the e&uetUonaKnWjßsts. D rsey pooh-poohed .thes<s4in<m pah tfens said that the influencing money. In this view GeMmdyfflM kneW In - diana from the lakes to eK»bio*grtrd. Garfield did not know how the money Iras to be raised. Dorsey dftt, and UetbM Cfnrfi«d that he must meet the New# ~WlflirgMtiMam ITjj told him that when he indt Uuse i*n there jAgt be no political diplomacy afikmE it. most lie a here must be nd generalities, no vague sugges lons, but positive pledged assArancbs. Hfe tolc him that the New York politicians were xea y so persuaded. GarfieldhelKlWir AWfth m a face-to-face r»arfin», and, at Janrtth suggested that he would meet Neu Vork plainest terms tnat ne must eotne- to-New xork, that the New Yorkers would not run after ihim, and that he must come-to them. fioGarfi Id at last consented. The Fifth Avenrte-’ Hotel conference was arranged. Conkling had jjrMMsed to be present. But he-wastin' only onegf hose who were expecitsi M part in the c< iference who kept away. Why- ha.likUn w»il<Fpear

Dorsey had told Garfield that Ma Fifth Avenue Hotel conference would be "the climax of the canvass.” If it waa successful Dorsey promised success in November; if it failed, Dorsey said that they might as well close their committeerooms and let the campaign go by default. Time was pressing—it wanted but a few weeks to the great preliminary contest in Indiana. Garfield had been greatly impressed by Dorsey’s earnestness, and wnen he met the representatives of the great stalwart faction in the Fifth Avenue parlor, it was noticed that the smiling, hail-fellow-well-met manner was absent. He was most serious and seemed to be thoroughly in earnest. He made a plain, seemingly perfectly frank statement to the grim politicians in front of him, who had his fate in their hands. He acknowledged as much to them. He said, as he had said before to Dorsey, that New York had the right to expect the largest recognition at his hands; that it was his earnest desire so to shape his course that all differences in the party would be reconciled, and that no one would expect that he would for a moment entertain any idea but that of learning what the wishes of the friends in New York were, and if they were consistent with what was fair he would give his hearty assent to them. But generalities were not indulged in very long. Facts and figures were presented as coldly and as free from hints as a bargain for the sale of a railroad. They told him first that it was expected that he would agree to appoint Secretary of the Treasury a New York man prominently identified with the part of the party that favored the nomination of Grant. He said that the demand was not duly not unreasonable, but entirely proper, and When Devi P. Morton was suggested as the man who was desired, Gen. Garfield promised without further qualification that if (fleeted he would appoint Mr. Morton Secretary of the Treasury. He subsequently added that if Mr. Morton preferred a first-class mission abroad he should be appointed to that. Now comes the humiliating part of the business. The cool and determinedjpoliticians with whom the candidate for the Presidency was dealing kept up the business aspect of this proceeding by making duplicate memoranda of what had been promised. It was a formal document, frigid as a bill of sale, but this was a trifle compared with that wMch followed. This only secured the active support of the stalwarts. That was nothing without money. Whether Garfield made or received first the proposition that men say was made, it is now asserted by those who know that another memorandum was drawn up. In that it is asserted that the candidate for the Presidency of the Republican party agreed with the cool, remorseless politicians who had him in their power that the operation of refunding the Governments 5s and 6s which must soon take place should be given to such syndicate of New York bankers as should be designated bv thh stalwarts and at such commission as should be fair. Here were millions in prospect. The operation, as has since been shown, was an enormous one, and at an apparently trifling commission would have given the fortunate syndicate profits such as has not been realized since the days when the great Government loins were placed. With such an agreement the problem of raising campaign funds was solved, and the mysterious Fifth Avenue Hotel conference was ended. The bargain was made. The stalwarts had for a price been won —all but one. Mr. Conkling, as those who ought to know best then and now believe, had le irned of this proposed bargain for the refunding of the bonds, and cared not to have part nor share in it. So he kept away from the conference. Within a week after the Fifth avenue conference Wall street had subscribed a large amount of money, not far from $500,000. At the same time began that remarkable, and at the same time unexplained, zeal which the old stalwart leaders suddenly took in the Republican canvass. Grant. Conkling and Don Cameron took hold, and the political temperature sprang from zero to fever heat. These three leaders made their memorable visit to Garfield at Mentor, and Grant and Conkling took the stump. But, while all this firework business was going on therd was one man who had more serious matters to attend to. In constant communication with Garfield, Dorsey began to organize for an October victory in Indiana One day Jay Hubbell called upon Gen. Brady, then Second Assistant Postmaster General. “Brady,” said he, “the star-route contractors must subscribe at least $40,000 to the campaign fund, and you must collect the money. Brady replied that there would be no difficulty about raising that amount. He was willing to undertake to raise it, but he didn't propose to burn hie fingers, in view of Hayes’ order and the feeling against Government employes soliciting subscriptions. Hubbell thought that Brady was altogether too sensitive about it, but Brady was flrm. “Give me,” said Brady, “something that I can fallback on in case of trouble and you shall h< ve the money.” Hubbell asked Brady if a memorandum of some sort from R. B. H«yes would be sufficient, and Brady said that it would, of course, provided it was the right kind of a memorandum. Hubbell promised to get it, and went to Hayes forthwith. Hayes refused to write any memorandum or letter—he did not forbid the raising of the money—he only refused to do anything that would throw the responsibility for it upon him. Hubbell was in despair. He labored again with Brady, but the Assistant Postmaster General was firm as a rock. Hubbell then communicated with Dorsey, and the result was that Hubbell returned to Brady, saying : “Would you undertake to raise that money from the star-route contractors if you should get a request or memorandum of Gen. Garfield?” Brady had little faith in Garfield. He could not forget that Garfield had promised to defend the star-route appropriations, and had failed to do so, Still, after considering the matter for a while, Brady said that he would try to raise the money, provided a satisfactory aocumeut were received from Garfield. Hubbell at once wrote both to Garfield and to Dorsey, who happened to be at Mentor at the tlihe. The project Was talked over between Garfield and Dorsey, and at that time Garfield expressed himself very frankly about the star-route contractors. fie knew that they were receiving large contracts from the Government, and he thought that they ought to be willing to contribute something for the success of a party that had not only given them opportunities but could protect them in the future, Garfield then showed Dorsey a letter that he had written to Brady at Hubbell’s suggestion, in which he requested Brady to exert himself to collect the money. Dorsey peremptorily told him not to send the letter. At Dorsey’s suggestion the queer and notorious “My dear Hubbell’’ letter was written. Thus, through Brady’s help large sums had been raised from the star-route contractors. By following the plans of Dorsey immense sums were secured in New York. More than $2,000,000 was raised in all for the campaign, and a canvass that had been characterized by constant bargain and sale between the factions of the party and between certain capitalists and the ‘ candidate was brought to a successful result bv means of the advances obtained. The second campaign in Indiana, while not so costly as the first, was conducted in the same way, and was very expensive, while in New York and Kings county the same line of argument was most effectively used. Early in the winter of 1881 Gen. Garfield offered to Dorsey a place In his Cabinet, He had not only early decided to appoint Blaine Secretary of State, but there is good reason for the suspicion that has been entertained that it was the understanding that this should be done when Blaine's vote was transferred to Garfield at Chicago. Dorsey knew of this intention and regarded the appointment as one with which no great fault could be found. Dorsey had what he believed to be the best of reasons for believing that Garfield, after the Indiana October canvass, made up his mind that he should take Dorsey into Ms Cabinet if elected. In a recent letter written by Dorsey since the star-route trial was ended, he spoke of his offer as follows: “When the campaign was won I declined the greatest reward that could be offered to any citizen by the Executive.” But though Dorsey declined this, saying to the Piesident-elect that there was no appointive place in the gift of anyone wMch he would accept, still Garfield hoped to induce Mm to reconsider. As late as February Garfield is reported by a Republican politician who met him at Mentor to nave told him that he had decided to appoint ex-Benator Dorsey, Secretary of the Interior. He believed that Dorsey’s claims were such as to entitle him to that recognition, and he thought the appointment would be acceptable to all Republicans, and especially to those of the West. In this conversation Garfield said that there was no doubt in his mind that the Republican success in Indiana was due Almost wholly to Dorsey’s efforts, and he added that there was no doubt that the State was lost until Dorsey went there to take charge of the canvass in person. But if Dorsey declined to go into the Cabinet himself, he was free to make frequent and very positive recommendations respecting the proposed make-up of the Cabinet He believed that Ms advice was wanted, and he believed from Garfield’s manner that this advice had great influence with him. It was Dorsey who learned early in the winter that Garfield had other understandings than that with the stalwarts at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and that these would compel him to appoint his Secretary of the Treasury from the West. He had Intimated early to Mr. Morton that he would be appointed Minister to France, and with this Mr. Morton had to be content. With Allison’s appointment as Secretary of the Treasury Dorsey found no fault after he was certain that the appointment would not go to NCw York. Late in February he received his first intimation that Garfield expected to carry out his obligations to the New York stalwarts by appointing Col. James Postmaster General, and that be also had in view the appointment of Wayne Mac Veagh as Attorney General as Pennsylvania’s share in the rewards and as an acknowledgment to Don Cameron. When Dorsey learned this he protested lin. the most vigorous English. He asserted that James could bring the administration no strength, that this appointment would be far from satisfactory to New York, and that the men who had received his pledge in the fall would have every reason for complaint, even to the point of rupture, if he should violate it in the manner contemplated. As to MaeVeagh, Dorsey said he would bring to Garfield’s administration nothing but trouble because he regarded Mm as cold, unprincipled, and capable any treachery. Garfield reasoned with Dorsey, br tried to. He represented that James was a prominent staiwar,, and would be at the head of an office having the greatest patronage. He was sure that James’ appointment would be pleasing to the New York stalwarts. To dis-, abuse Garfield of that notion, if he really entertained it, Dorsey induced Gen. Arthur to represent to Garfield with what small satisfaction th? appointment of James would be received. Mto Wayne MaoVeagh, Garfield was again ad-

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vised of the remarks that, MaeVeagh had made in the Better Element Club of Philadelphia at the time that Mr. Wharton Barker suggested Garfield as the proper man to beat Grant and Blaine. Besides, Garfield was assured that Cameron cared nothing for MacVeagh’s appointment. Mr. James was telegraphed for to come over from New York, He same and met Gen. Garfield at the Riggs House the »d of March. In an adjoining room sat Mr. Dorsey, though it is £ robable that Mr. James did not know this, ir. Dorsey subsequently summarized the conversation that Mr. James had with Garfield. He said that Mr. James informed Garfield that he was not an aspirant for a place in the Cabinet, but that if Gen. Garfield saw fit to appoint Mm he should enter not as a stalwart, not as a Grant man, not an Arthur man, nor a Conkling man, but should be a Garfield adherent through and through. Gen. Garfield seemed entirely satisfied with this. When Mr. James quitted the parlor he met Senator Dorsey in the hall. He said that he was going around to Conkling's room in Fourteenth street, and Senator Dorsey went with him. Senator Conkling was there. In the interview that followed Mr? Dorsey says he heard Mr. James say to Conkling that he had told Garfield that he was not a candidate for any Cabinet place; that he was entirely satisfied with Ms place in New York, but that as Gen. Garfield had indicated an intent of appointing him, he wished to have it understood that in going into the Cabinet he could only go as the representative of Mr. Conkling and the New York stalwarts. When Mr. James had gone, Mr. Dorsey repeated to Conkling the prior conversation with Garfield, as he believed that he heard it, and Conkling then asked a question indicating his fear of the future. How much a conversation that Dorsey had with Senator Allison had to do with the refusal of Allison at the last moment to accept the place of Secretary or the Treasury is best known to both. At all events Mr. Allison's declination made a recast necessary, but tMs recast included the names of James and McVeagh. Dorsey, when he learned what the Cabinet was to be, bade Garfield good-by, wished Mm success with Ms Cabinet, and soon betook himself to Ms cattle range in New Mexico. He was nearly $15,000 out of pocket, Ms advice had gone for naught, but he went away with the prestige of having in great measure won the campaign of 1880, and with the consciousness that the successful candidate had acknowledged it by offering him the portfolio of Secretary of the Interior. It was not long after Garfield’s inauguration that the talk of the exposure and prosecution of a gang of conspirators against the Government was heard. Testimony had been presented to Postmaster General James, and by Mm referred to Attorney General McVeagh, which it was thought developed a scandal as great as the whisky ring. When the investigation had reached such a point as to cause a good deal of public comment, the President was in the midst of Ms conflict with the New York stalwarts over the appointment of Robinson. When the Garfield administration began Conkling lived on Fourteenth street, between G street and New York avenue. In the winter 6t 1881 Senator Conkling occupied the whole of the first floor, and after the 4th of March Vice President Arthur occupied the second floor. They took their meals at Chamberlain’s, who then had a restaurant around the corner on New York avenue. The New York people were known to be out of sympathy with Garfield and his administration, and it was the President’s wish that there should be a reconciliation. In Ms dread of a difference of opinion with his Vice President, Ms Postmaster General, and so strong a man as Senator Conkling, Garfield was willing to promise almost anything. Above all things, he wanted to promote harmony, or at least ne wanted to win back the support of those whom he had already greviously deceived. It was in the house in which Conkling and Arthur lodged, and in Conkling’s parlor, that a noteworthy conference took place. Attorney General MaeVeagh represented the President, and it wts at Ms request that the conference was held. Mr. MaeVeagh had a soft side for the New York Senator,, and desired his friendship and support for the administration of which he was a member. A few days before Robertson’s appointment as Collector of New York, the President expressed to MaeVeagh his desire that Conkling should be on good terms with the administration. To this MaeVeagh answered that he thought that terms might be arranged, and that he would undertake to conduct the negotiation on behalf of the President, provided the latter would give him authority to state to Mr. Conkling precisely what was intended, what the Senator might expect in the way of patronage, and also in the way of disappointment, and especially that there would be no change in the New York Custom House, and that neither Robertson nor any other bolting half-breed who had disturbed the Chicago Convention should be left unrewarded. Garfield authorized every statement that was afterward made by MaeVeagh to the three representatives of the New York Republicans. He went to the conference at the Fourteenth street house as a Minister Plenipotentiary. He was sent on his mission by the President with exuberant expressions of joy, and with the hope that he was about to bring to an end a very uncomfortable state of affairs. The Friday night before the New York nominations were sent to the Senate Mr. MaeVeagh and Mr. James went to Mr. Conkling’s room. They found there the Senator and Vice President Arthur, and toe negotiation began almost immediately. Mr. Conkling was not in a pleasant frame of mind. He had begun to expect a four years that would bring a repetition of his experience with the Hayes administration, and he had been in opposition to the head of the Federal power quite long enough. Mr. MaeVeagh had,uphill work for atime.and it began to look as though he could not coax Mr. Conkling into friendly relations with his chief. Finally he took other ground, and in a rather severe tone, whi h was intended to mean business, he said: “Mr. Conkling you must change vour tactics; you must recognize hereafter that there is no executive branch of the Government. For the last four years you have recognized the legislative branch of toe Government, because you are a member of it, and the judicial branch because you sometimes practiced before the Supr me Court; but you nave completely Ignored the executive branch.*' Mr. Conkling was walking up and down his room as Mr. MaeVeagh spoke, but he stopped as though he were rather pleased by the Attorney General’s boldness. It was the kind of tMng he liked. When MaeVeagh had finished, he smiled and said: “Why, you don’t consider that any part of Hayes’ administration constituted an executive branch of the Government, do you?” Mr. Conkling then submitted to be negotiated with about the future. At first MaoVeagh spoke in general terms, promising in the name of the President that Mr. Conkling should be consulted in the making of the New York appointments, but that none but proper requests should be granted, and that men who were friends of toe President should not be punished "because they were enemies of Mr. Conkling. To this Mr. Conkling responded with a demand for the particulars. He wanted to know precisely what the President intended to do with the cases under immediate consideration. MaeVeagh was very frank w.th the Senator, because he thought that the President was behind him, and he knew that he was promising nothing that Mr. Garfield had not authorized. Therefore he told Mr. Conkling that he might depend on the appointment of Stewart L. Woodford as District Attorney, for which the Senator did not care a cent, and on the other appointments that were actually sent to the Senate toe following Monday, with the exception of Clinton D. MacDougall as Marshal for the Northern District of New York. Mr. MaeVeagh said that, this was what had been determined on, and that the President had given him authority to ray so to Mr. Conkling, and to Mr. Arthur, and Mr. Jam' s. Mr. Conkling at onoe protested against the refusal to reappoint Mac“Vshy ” he said, “MaeVeagh, do you mean to say that the President refuses to peimlt me to name the Marshal In my own judicial district? Mr MaeVeagh assured him that that was about the President's determination, and that he must expect no favors except such as seemed right to the President to bestow. Of course there was a storm at this, but no impression was made by th® thre® New York men who were in negotiation with the Administration. Finally some one asked about the New York Custom House, and whether the Collectorship was to be given to Robertson as a reward for what Mr. Conkling considered his treachery to Grant at Chicago. Mr. McVeagh, in response, gave the most solemn assurance that no change should take place in the Custom House, and that no Important appointments should be made without a consultation with the Vice President, the Postmaster General and Mr. Conkling. He said that he had enforced upon the President the necessity of taking this position if there were to be friendly relations between the New York stalwarts and the administration, and that Gen. Garfield had been particular In assenting to the suggestion that no change would be made in the Custom House at once, and that no change at all should be made without first consulting the New York leadeos, for it was not the intention of the administration to anger the men whose friendship It sought by giving the first office in the State to their most prominent and offensive enemy. This announcement was very satisfactory to Mr. Arthur and Mr. James, and. had a little in it that was refreshing even to Mr. Conkling. It was 4 o'clock in the morning when MaeVeagh and James left the house. At the last Conkling was cheerful, and it was evident to Garfield s negotiators that peace between the New York Senator and the administration had been secured. It remained only for the President to keep his word, and MaeVeagh at that time had no doubt that he would. Mr. Conkling Said at parting that he would call at the White House the follow ing Sunday evening, and while there he would again urge MacDougall’s appointment on the President. This consent to see Garfield had been fairly wrung from him by MaeVeagh, who in this had been assisted by both Arthur and James. Sunday night Mr. Conkling, accompanied by Vice President Arthur and Postmaster General James called at the White House. Mr. Garfield was profuse in bls protestations of friendshin. Mr. Garfield assured Mr. Conkling and the others that there was nothing he would not do to please the stalwarts of New York. He insisted only that Robertson and his friends, whops break from the instructions of the State Convention had made his nomination possible, should not be punished. Mr. Conkling was not deterred by the President’s evident liking for Robertson from expressing his opinion of him, and of what he denounced as his treachery and infamy in refusing to vote for Gen. Grant and in persisting in voting for “that man Blaine,” Garfield excited Mr. Conkling's suspicions by alluding to the possibility of giving Robertson the Ctylectorahip; butjds attoh*k>B

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waa at once called to the pledge that Wayne MaeVeagh had given in his name, and he abandoned his apparent purpose to insist on a change in the programme laid down the previous Friday evening. Perhaps he had been approached by adverse influences. If he had, he had evidently consented to yield to them. At least that seemed to be Mr. ('onkling’s conviction, for he launched into a fresh tirade against Roliertson, and showed plainly that there could be no friendship between himself and the administration if the Collectorship should be given to the man selected by Mr. Blaine. Garfield, therefore, hastily, and even apologetically, retreated and began looking about for another place for the present Collector—a place that would satisfy the demands made by Whitelaw Reid and other of Blaine’s friends and supporters in New York. Finally, he suggested that he might give Robertson tire District Attorneyship. Conk ling, however, was opposed to giving his enemy anything at all. fie saw that the President waa determined that Robertson should have an appointment of some importance, and he placed too high a value on peaceful relations with the new administration to treat with it on a District Attorneyship. Garfield had granted MacDougall's appointment, and Conkling gave his promise not to oppose Robertson's confirmation for the District Attorneyship in the now famous remark: “Well, Mr, President. I suppose I can go out into the lobby and hold my nose while the Senate is voting on the nomination." The interview ended pleasantly enough. Garfield repeated the assurances that MaeVeagh had given that he would not make any change In the Custom House until the three men then with him had been consulted. He was so happy that he walked to the door of the White House with his guests, repeating his assurances of eternal friendship. Arthur and James were pleasantly impressed with the interview, but Conkling made no manifestations of friendship tor the man whom he had begun to despise He walked back to his rooms in Fourteenth street, silent and moody. When the three entered his parlor the other two were cheerful, but Mr. Conkling was gloomy. Arthur'and James congratulated themselves and their party friends In New York that once more they were to be In accord with the Federal administration. Finally one of them said to Mr. Conkling: “You don’t seem as pleased as we are, Senator. Don’t you think that the President will keep his word ?” “I trust that he will,” said he; "but there Is no perfidy of which 1 think him incapable.” The next day came the first nominations, and the next Robertson’s. The President had broken his word. Neither Mr. Arthur nor Mr. Conkling had been notified of the intended appointment. The first Intimation that the Vice President had was when he opened thp envelope containing the nominations, which the President's secretary had brought to the Capitol. He sent the paper at once to Mr. Conkling, who read It, made no sign, handed it back to the page, and felt that his premonition had been verified. The reason for fiudge Robertson's appointment was to repay Mr. Blaine for having, through William E. Chandler, in the winter of 1879-’BO, successfully engineers# a movement In New York that unquestionably prevented the nomination of Grant. It was done through Judge Robertson, then a member of the New York State Senate. Ab Garfield’s intimate friends afterwards expressed it, Judge Robertson was the man who made Garfield's nomination possible. Mr. Blaine and his friends In New York were determined that Judge Robertson should receive the same reward that he would have received in case Blaine had been nominated and elected. , With that the rupture was completed by the resignation of Conkling and Platt, while MaeVeagh and James, having failed to bring about a reconciliation, plunged vigorously into the star-route investigations. The news reached Dorsey at his Chico Springs ranch. Surprised and angry, he hurried to Washington to see what it meant. With Col. Ingersoll, he called on MaeVeagh for a conference and an explanation, and was staggered to hear the At torney General say that ne expected to send him to the penitentiary. Then he went to the White House. He asked Garfield if he proposed to . allow his administration to be used to gratify the malice of one of its members, and against him, who, as the President had over and over again assured him, had done more than all others to bring about a victory for the party the previous fall. Dorsey further said that he was entirely willing to have his connection with the starroute contracts thoroughly sifted, and, ft anything wrong was found therein, he would stand the consequences. “But," said he, “I do not want to have it done by any man with a personal malice to satisfy." Garfield heard him through, and then went up to him, put his arm around him, and said: "Steve, old boy, don't worry; go back to your ranch. He also said to him that he had the whole business thoroughly in hie own hands, where he proposed to keep it. Dorsey went away greatly relieved.. He had, however, hardly got home before news came that distressed him. He learned that McVeagh expected soon to got an indictment against him. Back he came to Washington. Garfield seemed annoyed at his lack of confidence In him; he told Dorsey that not a step was taken without his knowledge, and he told him that if he would be at his room at a certain hour that evening he would send him a transcript of all the evidence. That was done. The papers were taken to Dorsey by a member of the celebrated “Chum Cabinet.” In the first report of the progress of the Investigation, which was submitted by the investigators, the name of Dorsey appeared many times, but before that report was given to the press, the name and all allusions to hi* connection with the star-route system had been stricken out by Idad-pencil erasures. Dorsey and Brady both had a strong friend in the administration. Mr. Blaine, while moving very circumspectly, felt very bitterly about the treatment they were reclving. So much fuss had been made about the star-route cases that it was thought unwise to shut down on all proceedings at once, but the whole business was to be slowly sifted and gradually to be allowed to disappear from public sight. MaeVeagh knew this, and he also had reason to believe that the morning of July 2,1881, when Garfield rode to the depot with Blaine, the interesting conversation in which they were engaged had reference to .early changes in the office of Attorney General and Postmaster General.

Fish Culture.

Many people seem to entertain the idea that our game fish are not food fish, and that the work of the Fish Commissioners has been confined almost exclusively to the propagation and increase of game fish. The fact of the matter is that our better class of fresh water food fish is composed principally of game fish. It costs no more to cultivate a good variety of fish than it does an inferior one, and I am sure the people would rather live on beef than liver, especially when one costs no more than the other. Some waters are not calculated to produce the best varieties of fish, and it is therefore impossible to stock such waters with anything but the more common kind. For instance, some persons write me that they have a small lake in their vicinity, perhaps a mile or two long, and proportionately wide, principally muddy bottom, and containing flags and pond lilies, and they wish to stock it with black bass. My reply is that black bass will not do well in such water, for the reason that it does not answer the requirements of their nature. They require clear, bright water, with a rocky bottom, ana crawfish for food; also a larger territory for their increase, as in water suitable for them they multiply rapidly. They thrive best in large, clear lakes and swift, rocky rivers. For such waters as described above I would recommend yellow perch and bullheads, and if it contained both of these varieties, and it was desired to put in another kind, I would advise Oswego bass, a fish closely resembling the black bass in appearance, but differing greatly in habits and other particulars. * I am frequently called upon to furnish salmon trout for small lakes, rivers and creeks. I have tried the experiment many times of putting them in such waters, but they have invariably failed to thrive. The only waters they do well in are large, clear-water lakes having a depth of not less than 100 feet. They are strictly a deep-lake fish. In shallow lakes the water gets too warm for them, and unless they can have access to the deep cold water beyond the penetrating heat of the sun, they will surely die.— Seth Green. I In Amsterdam the women have succeeded in having clocks placed on the lamp-posts in order to facilitate the return of their husbands at night. A good watch is known'l>y its works. It may be real good without having ja pretty face. Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscienoe in Sterne. u