Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 November 1893 — Page 3

HARRI SON IS SLAIN.

Chicago's Mayor Victim of a Murderer’s Bullets. * SHOT DEAD AT HOME. THE ASSASSIN WAS A CRAZY OFFICE-SEEKER. Chief Executive of the World’s Fair City Called from Slumber to Death—Throe Bullets Fired at Him in HU Own Hallway—No Word of Warning Is Spoken by the Murderer—The Sta tion Besieged by Indignant Crow Js—Ch';agoan< Astounded by the News of th Killing. Cartel Henry Harrison, Mayor of the city of Chicago, has been assassinated—shot down in the hallway of his own home by an irresponsible crank. This is a shocking announcement to go before the world in these closing days of the Columbian Exposition. Just when the name of Chicago is on the tongues of all men in every clime, when every mention of the name brings pleasant memories to millions of people, it is a cruel fate that associates the name of the city with the crime of assassination. It was the cherished ambition of Mr. Harrison to serve as the World’s Fair Mayor. He had almost completed the six months covering the period of the Fair; the papers of the morning of his death had announced the date of his marriage to a most estimable lady; he was at the proudest moment of a most extraordinary career when cut down by the cruel shot of an assassin. The story of the murder seems to indicate that it was committed by an insane or partially demented man. The

CARTER H. HARRISON. Speaking at the World’s Fair on the day of his assassination.

act was. cold-blooded and deliberate. The man had come to the Harrisdh mansion bent on murder, and whether actuated by motives the birth of an unbalanced mina or not, he did his fiendish work well. Shortly after a 7 o’clock dinner Saturday night, the Mayor, feeling fatigued from a day spent at the World's Fair, laid down on an ottoman in the dining room of the mansion. There had attended him at the meal William Preston Harrison, Miss Harrison, his daughter, and Miss Annie Howard, his affianced wife. All of these, save the Mayor himself, had repaired to rooms above. There were two servants in attendance, Mary Hansen and Maggie French, when at 8:10 o'clock the door bell rang, and the former of the two servants named went to the door. A man giving his name as Eugene Patrick Prendergast inquired for the Mayor and was admitted into tho hallway. Mr. Harrison came forward at the call of his name and met the caller near the front dcor of the residence. Without a moment’s warning Prendergast drew a revolver and fired three shots in rapid succession. The first shot struck Mr. Harrison in the abdomen, near the stomach, and he threw up his hands and staggered backward. As he did so, another bullet hit him in the left breast near the shoulder and over the region of the heart. Not content with his deadly work the assasin again fired, piercing the left hand of his vic-

MISS ANNIE HOWARD. Carter Harrison’s Betrothed

tim as. ho sank to the floor mortally wounded. . Preston Harrison, son of the Mayor, when the first shot was fired was in his room on the second floor. He ran down with all haste and rushed after the man as he left the hall. Prendergast fired a shot at Mr. Harrison, but missed him. The assassin, having completed his work, turned back to the door, the butler of the Harrison household at his heels, fled across the lawn, out of the gateway, and out of sight. The police were quickly on the spot. Preston Harrison was soon at the side of his prostrate father, the latter pale and uttering hardly articulate groans. “I'm shot,” moaned the Mayor. “Get a doctor. Dr.,Foster, who lives half a square removed from the Harrisons, hastened to the side of the wounded man. A hurried examination, during which the patient gritted his teeth and bore up heroically, and Dr. Foster announced the sufferer beyond surgical aid. “I’ve been shot,” muttered Chicago's chief executive, and I am going to die. I know it.l cannot live.” “You're not hurt, father,” returned the son, reassuringly. “You’ll be all right,” with a feigned smile. But the Mayor had caught the look of discouragement from the doctor, and added

his own apprehensions thereto. “Yes, I am going to die,” firmly, and then, modulating his intofaation somewhat, he gasped: “Where's Annie?” This reference to her who was soon to become his wife brought the tears to his eyes, and, growing faint at heart as in body, he fell back on the rudely improvised couch of rugs. "Where s Annie?” he repeated, nis voice now almost still. A convulsive throb, his voice failed him, he choked up with the blood that was forcing up from the awful gape in his abdomen, a last look about him. and the Mayor of the great Western city turned his head slightly to the right and gasped his last. Ilctrotlißci Sobs by Her Dead. A few minutes later Miss Howard rushed in, distracted. She bogged to be allowed to see the man she loved. She threw herself on his bleeding body and sobbed as if her heart would break. Her piteous cries brought tears to the eyes < f those near her. Proston Harrison alone stood dry-eyed. He seemed to be transfixed with horror. Miss Howard wept over her dead lover like one distrait. She had almost to be torn from the body. Mrs. Owsley, daughter

SCENE AT THE HARRISON RESIDENCE DURING THE INQUEST SUNDAY MORNING.

of the Mayor, uttered heartrending crie3 over her father. Overcome with grief Miss Sophie Harrison fainted near her father’s body. The three women were taken up-stairs and the doctors turned their attention to them. There was a sad scene between those three women upstairs. Mrs. Harrison, Jr., also arrived, distracted at the fate of her husband’s father. The four women wept together, consoling each other by their tears. Miss Howard refused all consolation. The name of her dead lover was on her lips, and she cried that she might die and go with him. Despairing wails and hysterical groans, prayers, pleadings for the restoration of her lover to life, imprecations on the assassin’s head, all followed in disjointed and disconnected sentences. The physicians tried to calm her, but she would not listen to the words of solace aiid comfort, and continued her strange, actions until the doctors concluded to destroy her ability to brood with a potent and powerful anaesthetic. The drug had its effect, and soon Miss Howard fell off in a troubled slumber. Unconscious of his father’s fate, Carter Harrison Jr. was on his way from the World’s Fair when Prendergast fired the fatal shots. The news had traveled fast, and before the son had started on his journey west he heard of the ter rible fate that had befallen his father.

The Assassin Surrenders. Thirty minutes later Prendergast, excited, out of breath, and panting from his long run, bounded up the steps of the Dcsplair.et street station, nearly two miles distant, and, handing a revolver across the desk to Sergeant Barber, exclaimed: “I shot Mayor Harrison—l want to give myself up.” The officers were startled by the exclamation, but, being accustomed to erratic visitors, were not inclined to take the man’s words seriously until they saw that he carried a revolver in his hand. They immediately placed the man under arrest and toolc the weapon from him. The man said his name was Patrick Eugene Prendergast and that he had shot the Mayor because he had betrayed him. “I wanted to be made Corporation Counsel,” he said. All the time he acted with coolness and showed no signs of excitement. He wa3 only about twenty minutes at the Despiaines Street Station when Chief of Police Brennan arrived and ordered his removal to the Central Station, as evidences were shown that his stay there was dangei’ous. He preserved his coolness on the journey to the City Hall. He repeated the statement that he shot the Mayor because he would not appoint him'Corporation Counsel. ‘ He said he was 25 years old and that he worked a "morning paper route for a livelihood. According to his statement he bought the revolver in the afternoon, intending to shoot the Mayor unless he was given some satisfaction to his repeated demands for an appointment. “I went to Mayor Harrison's Inuse,” he said, “and asked him what lie was going to do for me. He wiu udo nothing I wished and what he had promised, and I drew my revolver and shot him. I have done some work in a political way in my ward for the last few campaigns and was for Harrison, and because of my influence Harrison promised me a position if he was elected in the last campaign. I was asked what I wanted and I said that I had a scheme for the elevation of the railroad tracks. I wanted to be Corporation Counsel so that I could push this scheme. I was told that I might have the position. Since election I have asked for the office again and again, and have been put off repeatedly. The office was given to another. The Mayor had betrayed me, and I resolved to have revenge’. I have had it.” It was learned that Prendergast had for some time been pestering the Mayor with letters asking for the position of corporation counsel. The letters are described as the production of a person of unbalanced mind. Crowd at the House. Friends had rushed to the house as soon as the news .spread around the neighborhood, to offer what help they could. The police alarm had brought wagons dashing to the house from all directions. It was a riot alarm, for the horses sped like lightning along the streets, landing many officers at the house. But the deed was done when the officers arrived. An angry crowd gathered about the house and there were threats of lynching if the assassin could be found. When the news came that he had been arrested, one man declared that he would lead tho crowd to the Despiaines Street Station and drag tho murderer out. When it was known that the Mayor had bean

assassinated the whole city was aroused. The people came from all directions, both in cabs and on foot. They gathered on the sidewalk in front of the house, and crowded into the large front yard. A few tried to enter the house. The police, however, prevented this, and soon a guard was set at the door. Then the yard was cleared. Still the crowd lingered, pressing against the iron fence. Politics Forgotteu In Sympathy. The news spread to a big Republican campaign meeting being held at the North Side Turner Ha'l and the meeting terminated suddenly. The men were wild enough to rush to the jail and hang the murderer to the nearest lamp post. Another crowd gathered around the Desplaines street station, but the police were all out and the men were kept back. Prendergast was taken to the City Hall and examined by Inspector Slua and three other officers. He gave a clear statement concerning his deed. From his own account it was a cold-blooded action, deliberately planned and carried out. Here, again, another crowd waited to catch

a glimpse of the murderer. After the examination the murderer was kept at the City Hall under a heavy guard, to prevent any demonstration. The crowd soon dispersed, but it would have boded ill for Prendergast if he had been taken back to the Desplaines Street Station. Threats of Lynching. While the civilized world wondered at the infamy of the deed and the lawabiding citizens paced the streets and asked each whether lynch law was not justifiable under certain circumstances, the cringing wretch cowered in a cell at the Central Station. He had made a bold front before Chief Brennan and Inspector Shea, but when thrust back into his cell he slunk into a corner like a beast at bay. It was nearly midnight then. A crowd had gathered in the street. It gathered with the primal object of hearing authentic news of the assassination and when the verification of the rumor came to them there were hotheads who talked of lynching. Never in the history of the city since the great calamity of 1871 wore such serious threats sf lynching indulged in as on Saturday night and Sunday morning. In a crowd of men gathered at the corner of La Salle and Washington streets on Sunday morning was a burly Irishman who towered above every other man. “I say,” he shouted, “that we lynch the dog! I am a Republican and have fought Harrison in politics, but he was an American and thie first citizen of Chicago. This is no town for anarchists and assassins. Kill the dog!” His shout was taken up by a score of men, but the picket men of the Central station marched out and told the people to move on. Their cool determination was enough and thoy went. CHICAGO IN SORROW. Signs of Mourning Everywhere Show the Grief of the Residents. Chicago passed Sunday in sorrow. For the first time since t’ae terrible fire of twenty-two years ago the metropolis of the West mourned for a blow struck at its very vitals. The city recovered slowly from the shock

ASSASSINATION OF MAYOR HARRISON IN HIS OWN HALLWAY.

of the assassination. When the dawn first broke far across the gray waters of Lake Michigan the new day pushed away the darkies s of a night stained by so b’ack a crime, and was welcomed with relief by the thousands of citizens whom the exci ement of the murder had kept from their accustrmed beds. But the cold and cloudy morn came as a harbinger of evil to the vast majority of the lesidents. The hoarse shouts of the tireless newsboys as they penetrated every street and avenue of the city, far and near, brought the awful tiding! for the first time to hundreds of thousand who had gone to their homes Saturday night before the rumors of the assassination reached the downtown hotels and i-esorts. Awakened by these unwonted criee all Chicago knew

long before church time of the Irreparable disaster that had befallen it on the night bofore. 'The churches were all crowded in the morning with the regular parishioners and strangers eager ti hoar whatever ouiogies or other refeience3 that might be made by the pastors to the deal Mayor. The Inquest. Fivo bullet wcunds were found in the body of the murdered Mayor. A coroner’s jury, composed of C. C. Kohlsuat, Ulric King, S. A. Scribner, W. J. Chalmers, P. R. O'Brien, and Charles F. Elmes, impaneled by Coroner MeHale, rendered a verdict of murder without delay. The inquest was hold at the Harrison mansion Sunday morning. The assassin was present unde • a heavy guard and a line of stalwart policemen surrounded the houss guarding every gate and do, r. There were but few witnesses to examine, and the proceedings occupied a short time. Previous to the inquest a post mortem examination had been made, and the testimony of tho surgeons was the only information differing from that printed in Sunday's papers.

Excepting a technical description of the wounds little was added to the information already at the disposal of officers of the law. The verdict recommended that Prendergast be hold for the murder until discharged by due process of law. Sketch or Carter Hurrlaon> Career. According to a recent biographer, Carter Harrison was born in Kentucky in 1825, but traced his ancestry back to Cromwell’s Lieutenant General. His official life began as County Commissioner in 1871. In 1872 he ran for Confress against Jasper D. Ward, and was efeated. In 1874 he ran again, and was elected. He was re-elected in

EUGENE PATRICK PRENDERGAST.

187(5, George B. Davis being his opponent. In 1878 Miles Kehoe defeated him for the nomination. He was nominated for Mayor in the following spring, was elected, and served four terms. In 1884 he ran for Governor on the Democratic ticket. He has since been a Mayoralty candidate twice, in 1891 as an independent, and last spring, when he was elected. Ho had been twice married. It was announced on the day of his tragic death that his marriage

to Miss Howard, of New Orelans, La., would take place at Biloxi, Miss., Nov. 16.

Currencies Condensed.

There are 3,COJ unemployed people in Dayton, Ohio. Prairie fires have caused heavy losses in Holt County, Neb. Sir John Abbott, ex-Premier of Canada, is dying at Montreal. Illinois authorities will attempt to overthrow the school furniture trust. James A. Demaree, founder of the Knights of Honor, is dead at Louisville, Ky. The boiler of the steamship Alexander, plying on the River Volga, exploded at Kasloffka. Eight of the crew were killod

AT WAR WITH HERSELF.

The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charlotte M. Braeme. CHAPTER IX—Continued. Then they sat for some minutos in silence, Major St. John amusing himself by throwing small stones from the rock into the sea, Captain Flomyng looking with a far-off, dreamy gaze at the heaving waters and the' sapphire sky. Suddenly Major St. John broke the silence that seemed to have enfolded them. “General Sir Huntley Pacre understands how to give a good ball. I never remember a better entertainment in Malta than that of last night.” Paul Flemyng made no reply', the subjoct evidently did not interest him. “How beautiful la belle Etheldroda grows! I admired her exceedingly last evening. ” “She is a lovoly girl,” said Paul, routing himself; “it seems a pity that youth ana beauty like hors should bo Duried here." “The General is sure to return to England, and when he dees that young lady will create a furor. If I. for instance, had any idea of asking her to marry me, I should do so at once.” And Major St. John looked curiously at the calm, handsome face. “That would doubtless prove a wise piecaution,” said the Captain, carelessly; “I am not a great believer in the felicity of either love or marriage." “Then you are no soldier," was the quick reply; “next to glory 1 a soldier values love." “It may be that I have had no actual experience,” laughed Paul Flemyng. “I nave imagined to myself a kina of ideal woman, but I have never mot any one like her.” “That's all very well. I prefer the real myself, ” returned the Major, dryly. “I should have imagined, for example, that la belle Ethel was infinitely superior to any ideal that you or I could imagine.” “She is a beautiful girl.” “She is more than that," remarked the Major. "I can read passion, genius, fire, power, in her face. Do you know,” questioned he, abruptly, “I fancied there was some little tenderness between you and Miss Daoro?" “I 'nevqr care to discuss such matters," said Paul, calmly. “That is so Bay, you will not boast of ‘good fortune.’” “I have none to boast of, and if I had there is honor in love, I suppose, as well as in war faro.” “Wo all noticed Miss Dacro’s bouquet of white rosebuds,” continued Major St. John, “and we could not help seeing that when you left the ball-room you carried one of them in your coat.” “There is nothing in that. Miss Dacre gave it to me because I admired them." “Young ladies do not give rosebuds for nothing,” said the Major laughing.! “I consider it a most suspicious circumstance. " To this Captain Flemyng mado no reply. "You will call at the General’s somotimo to-day?” said Major St. John. "Yes. I told my servant to follow me here first with the papers and letters from the mail. “Then you will not tell me anything about Miss Dacre, Paul?” “I have nothing to tell, except that I think hor very beautiful, and of an amiable disposition. How nlcoly she speaks to her father and how kind she is to every one! Ah, hero comes the letters!”

There wore soveral letters and papers. Captain Flomyng gave the papers to his fi lend, while he road the dosoly written pages of his English correspondence. He came at length to a blue, official-looking envelope, and Major St. John, instead of reading thq nows, looked at him while he opened it. The letter wp.s of groat moment to the young soldier. It was to tall him whether he was Lord Charnleigh, of Crown Leighton, a peer of the realm, with a vast fortune at his command; or whether he was to remain Captain Flemyng, with nothing save his undaunted bravery and his noble heart. Yet his hands did not tremble as he broke the seal, his faco neither flushed nor grew palo with emotion—he was calm and collected; and the Major, a 'brave man himself, did silent homage to his comrade's self-command. Paul Flomyng road the letter through, then laid it aside, and cihnly opened tho rest. Nothing could be gathered from his face—there was neither great elation nor disappointment in it. “What news?” asked the Major, curiously, unable to bear the suspense any longer. “I was lust going to tellyou. For a lawyer's letter, this is really romantic. The true heir is found, ana, to use a Hibernicism, she is an heiress. There will be no Pari of Charnleigh, but a countess. It is quite a romance. Even Mr. Clements seems touched by it; ho says there is not the least doubt os to perfect legality of the young lady's claims. The court has passed judgment in her favor. No will can be found, and she is the nearest of kin. Ho adds that she is young, exceedingly lovely, and has led a most retired life. ” “Who was she?" asked the major. “That he does not say; but, to give her her full title, she is now Leonie, Countess of Charnleigh and Baroness Fieldsaye.” “What a position for a young girl!” Major. “I cannot help •wishing, Paul, that the g;eat prize had been yours.” “I resign it cheerfully,” he returned. “I should have liked it, but it is hers, and I would not take it from her if I could, Heac en knows. She is welcome to it. See-I part with my hopes as easily as I part with this. ” And Captain Paul Flemyng, as ho spek j, tore a piece of paper into shreds and threw them away. “You are a hero. If I had just lost a peerage, 1 should be in a most unChristian frame of mind with tho whole world. I can admire your heroism, but cannot imitate it. Do you know what I should do if I were in your place, mon brave sabreur?” “No; I cannot even guess.” “I should get leave of absence, go home to England, woo, win, and marry the countess. ” “All young ladies are not so willing to be married,” said Captain Flemyng. “But I must go now, Major: it is time I paid my visit to tho General. Will you accompany me?” “No, I feel that I should be de trop. I shad see you this evening.” And the two, without more words, parted after the fashion of Englishmen, although Major St. John had such a warm affection for his friend that he could have wept like a woman over his disappointment. CHAPTER X. Meanwhile Captain Paul Flemyng walkod cn. He would not admit that he was disappointed; he said to himself that a soldier must bear the buffets of fortune as he bears the blows of the enemy, without flinching. As he walked on beneath tho sapphire sky, tho sun pouring down golden floods of light upon him, he thought much of the lovely young countess who was now mistress of Crown Leighton. He repeated her name to himself.

“Leonie,*" he said. “The face that goes with the name, should be bright, fair and dainty. I wonder what the richest countess is like. Only 18, and one of the richest heiresses in England, she should have some one to take care of her." Not until he reached the Gdnorol's handsome house did Captain Flemyng cease to dwell uptn such thoughts; fhen ho was roused from his dreams of far-off England, and returned to the ovory day practical duties of lifo. General Dacre was not at home, but Mi-s Dacre was, and the yoimj* soldier followel the servant into the drawingroom. She was net there, but through the long French windows he saw tne gleam of her dress in the balcony. Even as he crossed the ro' >m ho thought to himself what a perfect picture was before him. The golden su 1light came brokenly through the oo >1 green vine-loaves; the light iron balcony was one mass of blooming flowers, and the lovoly girl in thoir midst lookod like their queen. Tall luscious roses twined round the slender pillars, and purple passion-flowers lay at her foot. “A flower among flowers,” ho said, laughingly. “I called to thank you for one of the happiest evenings 1 huvo ever spent, Miss Dacre." “You owe me little gratitude, Captain Flemyng; the ball was papa’s idea, not mino. Will you pome out here on to tho balcony? It is so much pleasanter than in tho warm room. I think July is a monjh that tries ono's temper severely.” “I do not think you have any temper to try,” he remarked, pushing back the roses while he f.,und a place by hor side. She looked at him with flashing oyo-. "You are mistaken. Captain Flo in j ng. A man'* idea of feminine excellence is always inanity. Now, do believe mo, a woman without a temper would bo simply insipid and unbearable. ” He laughed at her earnest, vehement words. “You must allow ono thing—oven if she has a little spice of temper, she must not show it. ”

"I shall not agree even to that," sho replied. “What would tiro any ono more than a oontinual diot of sugar?" He smiled to himself, wondering if the young Countess in far-off England was of the samo opiuion, and sho, looking up at him suddenly, caught tho smile. Ho hail not noticed that while sho speko to him hor bouutiful face turned shyly away; he never saw how tho white hands trembled and tho dark eyes droppod, so he did not toad their secret. Ho was blind to all thso signs, that would have boon so woll understood by a man of greater vanity. Sho caught the smile, and ha tenod to change tho subject. "Captain Flemyng,” sho said, “I wonder if I may ask you a ques'.ion?” “You will do mo honor,” ho repllod. “I know tho English mail was in today, ana—pruy, pardon me—l heard papa' talking about you to my aunt. Shall you think mo very inqulsitivo if T ask you whethor tho Cnurnloigh caso is settled?” Looking at her lovoly face, and tho dear, true eyes bent so kindly upon him, tho impulse came to him to tell her the whole truth. She listonod, even as ho read his letters, with a calm face; but when his story was ended, there was little of calm in the flushed face and trembling lips. “Then you have lost entirely,” she said; “thore is no ohanco for you?” “None at all," he answered; “tho affair is finally sattlod." “And you know that only two hours since, when the mall camo in?" “I received ray letters and loainod my fate then," ho replied. 11 Yet, with that knowlodgde, you could cim > hero calmly to fulfill a trifling social duty, and never onqo montion what must have bln hdaylly on your heart!" “I assure you,” ho explained, earnestly, “that since I have stood in this balcony until you asked mo about it,-I nave libvor given it ono thought." Sho was to bo forgivep if Bhe misunderstood him; her lovely face flushed and hor eyeH dropped with a glad, happy lcok which sno did not sock to repress. (| , So the sweet, fragrant sunshiny hours passed while tho two conversed among tho flowers. To the young girl those hours seemed stolen from paradise, they wore so full of happiness; they flew like golden moments; she could hardly realize that they wore ended when Captain Flemyng said that he must go. He held tho little white hand in his for ons minute, then ho was gone; and to the girPit seemed as if all the sunshine, the fragrance, and tho beauty had gone with him. Ho had Iwen standing with one hrd lying lightly on tho iron railing; when;he was gone, sho stooped down and kissed tho place whore his hand had lain, and then a hot blush burned hor face. “I would I wero a queen,” sho said, “that I might give him all the riches that wonla bo mine. I wish I had tho largest fortune ever given to woman that I might it with him."

CHAPTER XI. Captain Paul Flemying never spoke of his disappointment; he had nqt mentioned his expectations, but every one knew from tho papers what they were. „ But one feeling was general, and that was universal admiration of the coolness, the courage, the grace with which he here what to most men would have seemed an almost unbearable disappointment. 'No one admired his cool, calm courage more than Ethol Dacro. “Ts ever we go to London," she said to Captain Flemyng, one day, “I shall hope to see your beautiful young countess. Have you ever seen her yourself?” “No,” he replied; “to tell you a still more startling truth, Ido not know of her existence. I shall net bo sorry when leave of absence comes, so that I may go home; then I shall tee her.” “You will he sure to like her very much,” said Ethol, wRh a sigh. “She is the head of the family; I must look up to her as ‘chioftainess’ cf a great race. ” Ho did not understand the wistful look she gavo him. “You will think her very beautiful, without doubt, Captain Flemyng." “Lawyers aro given neither to romance nor to exaggeration, and Mr. Clements tells me she is lovely." “You will be sure to think h:r the vory nicest girl you ever saw,” He looked up with an amused smile. “I cannot tell, Mi-s Dacte; I will let you know if the mat er interests you.” “Of course it interests toe,” 'she replied,turning away with something like faint envy of tho young countess. Yet ho did not understand—granite itself was not colder or harder, not more insensible than he. Meanwhile Leonie,Countess of Charnleigh, was learning to fulfill all the duties of her station. Crown Leighton had in former times boen justly celebrated for its magnificent hospitalities. Lady Charnleigh was very anxious to resums thdm. “Imagine a fete in these .grounds!” she said, with tho ardor of one of whom all such things were new. “Imagine colored lamps amid these trees, fountains scattering silver spray high in the perfumed air, and music floating over the trees and flowers—ladies in iewels bright aa the stars in the tkyf Oh,

Lady tfanshawe, do Ist us have ono fete 1” “Not until you. have been presented, my dear Lady Charnleigh. I know what is due to your position and rank. There can be no objection to a few quiet parties, but your first public appearance must be at the cotfht of her Most Gracious Majesty.” She had been to a very few quiet evening parties, and Lady Fansnawe had invitod some young people to Crown Leighton, but Lady Charnleigh did not care for these dull entertainments. “I am so tired of seeing young ladies in white muslin."sho said one day, with a sigh; “they all ling, and play, and dance, and talk in low voices about the lust new fashions. Auntie”—for by that nams “my lady" chose to designate her guardian—“tall me, dees not tho mind require food as well as the body?” “Most assuredly, Leanie.” “Then my mind is starving. I thought people talked so cleverly—they do in books. No one ever says anything trite or stupid there. I want food for my mind, and I cannot find it in tho society of these white-robed young ladies." One duy in April she entered the drawing-room whore Lady Fanshawo awaited her. “Oh, auntie,” she cried, “I wish it wore May! You said we should go to London in May; I am counting the hours." “You are to bo prosonted in May, Leome," returned the older lady; “so wo must decide soon upon your court dress. Of course you will wear the Charnleigh diamonds.” There came to tho young girl, who had boon reared in the midst of poverty and privation, a kind of wonder as to whether this was all a dream whethor sho would wake up suddenly and laugh at hor own folly. Lady Fanshawo looked at the brilliant face. "Leonlo," sho said, suddenly, “you ought to marry well -you are sure to marry woll." A low ripple of laughter camo from Lady Charnleigh, as she looked up with tho frank, sweet smile that characterized her. “Marry!" she said; “why, what can marriage give me?” Lady Fanshawo mado no reply. “I have wealth," continued the girl, "jewels, rank what more does life require to make it happy?" , "You will find out some day—that is, if you are of tho samo nature as other girls. I am not romantic, nor do I teach romanco, but at your age 1 should have thi ught that love would take precedence of nil." “Perhaps it might if I know anything at all about it; but Miss Templeton did not allow such a thing to be inontionod. Any young lady found guilty of receiving a love letter would have been severely punished." “Miss Templeton acted rightly," said Lady Fanshawe; “girls at school have no business to think of such a thing." “Of courso," continued Leonid; with an air of charming candor, “wo wore allowed to talk us muoh as wo liked about money; so that I understand that hotter than love." But in the oyos of Leonio, Lady Charnleigh, as sho spoke, there was something that belled nor words. |TO SB CONTINUKI). |

OLD VIRGINIA.

Queer Custom* Existing la That Conservative State. A curious oustom existing in conservative Virginia is that of considering it impolite to drive past another can-luge on the r< ad and going in the sumo direction. True it is, some ioonoclasts and outsiaors drive past their follow travolors without compunction, but they, therefore, provo their claim to be called iconoclasts and outsiders. Whon it is a vory pressing case, an apology is called out, such as, “Pray excuse mp, but my horso is ‘restless, or “I am in hasto to catch tho boat," or something of the kind. But to drive ruthlessly ahead without a word of apology is considered tho acme of ill breeding. «] The roads In Virginia are not interesting, except for tneir natural beauty, as the people of wealth, following their English ancestors in practloo, seek a proud seclusion for thoir houses. Only the poorest people build their houses on tne main road, and one may travel from one end of the country to another and not find a single handsome residence on the public highway. There was in early times another and a very practical reason for abjuring tho public highway. Every man's house was at the serrioo of every man, woman and child in the country; an Arab hospitality obtained and was enjoyed to the full. The people who had undesirable homes wore always willing to bestow their company up m their more fortunate neighbors, so that it wouldn’t do to be too convenient to the main artjries of travel. Especially was this so when a visit from a family meant the entertaining of two coach horses, a coachman, and a mail; for the negroes went visiting with tho white people, and enjoyed it quito as much. Hospitality was ono of thoir great virtues, and ip still; for these poople excel in social virtues, and this particular virtue costs little. It only meant the killing cf half a dozen more chickens for dinner, when there are hundreds, perhaps, rcratching aboqt the poultry yard; and tho gardens wore overgrown with vegetables, for which there was neither tale or consumption. *

A Queer Thing About Camels.

Some yoars ago, when tho British troops were fighting against tho forces of the Mahdi in the Soudan, oppportunity was afforded to many of the correspondents accompanying the expedition to study the habits of the camel. Most of the transportation of the soldiers’ baggage was done by these “ships of the desert,” as they are called, and at night some of the newspaper men spent a .portion of their leasure trying to learn something new about the-:e strange creatures. One of them, who was»an inveterate smoker, discovered that tho camel is a great lover of tobacco. Let any one smoko a pipe or cigar in the camel compound, said he, and the camel willfollow the smoker about, place his nose close to the burning tobacco, inhale the fumes with a prolonged sniff, swallow the smoke, then throwing his head up, with mouth agape., and eyes upturned, showing the hLoodshot whites, will grunt a sigh pf. ecstasy that would make the foituneof a low comedian in a love scene. So if any of you have a pet camel who seems to be longing for something and refuses to be comforted until he gets it, you might give him a cigar. He is usually so intelligent that it would probably take very few lo .sons to teach him how to smoke in a most expert fashion. —Harper's Young People.

The World’s Largest Vine.

The vine at Hampton Courts .is belie vei to be the largest in Europe, its branches extending over a space of 2,300 feet, It was planted from a slip in the year 1768 and generally bears upward of 2,000 bunches of grapes of the black Hambro’ kind.

A Trial of Married Life.

“Just aa I expected!" muttered Mr. Billus, examining his shaving implements. “My wife has quit oomplaining about har corns and my razor is ruine&i*