Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 March 1884 — Page 3

tHE BOY WHO WOULD NOT GO TO BED.

Sbphle E. Eastinan.

You may think him a dance, But be begged that for once He might sit up all night, or as long as he pleased

The nurse was in tears. With her murmured "My dears!" But only the louder and faater he teased.

Overhearing the din His father came in "Wish to sit up all night, John?" he thoughtfully cried "You shall have your request.

Till you've learned we know best. Nurse can go. I will stay by this naughty boy's side. 5 -.t When two hours had passed, ji.

John grew sleepy at last, And so tired that he feared he would fall from his chair

But, attempting to go, Heard his father's stern "No I Keep your seat at the table. Your place, sir, is there." *Oh! how slow ticks the clock, «|fl

With its dickory dock (For his father insists he should keep wideawake), $ Till quite humbly he said: "May I please go to bed? I've found you were right, and I made a mistake,"

His father said yes And now you can guess If ever that boy did the same thing again.

No sermon could preach, No punishment teach, A lesson more plainly than be learned it then.

Now, boys, Wlieti you're told That it's bed time, don't scold And say that you feel Just like keeping

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Sitting up'all night Isn't such a delight, Just try it for once, andyou'll own your mistake.

AGREAT HEIRESS:

A Fortune in Seven Checks,

BY R. E. FRANCILLON, AUTHOR OF "EARL DENE."

Said Amos Morwen, after full three minutes' thought. "Then I tell you, Hillyard, you've got hold of a mare'e nest. The people may be fools, but they're not confounded fools." The agent's language must be refined a little, for the best Christians swore a good deal in those days without feeling any worse, and perhaps without being any the worse, for their habit blew off a good deal of illnature, and they thought it no harm. "So you think, Morwen," said young Hillvard gravely. "But if there'8 such a thing as a mare's nest there's also such a thing as a stone wall. If I've found on •, take care you don't run your head against tho other." "Oh, my head's pretty hard. I ought to know Lock mead by this time—after twenty years. Nobody knows the place better than I." "Nobody exc.'pt one." "He must bo a sharp customer, that. \Vhat's his name?" "Basil Hillyard." "Yon, my lad? Why, I was agent her evvhisa ym weren't ten years old. Come you know your business best, but 1 know mine. The bottle's with you."

The younger man obeyed, but added, "Upon my soul, Morwen, it goes against iho grain to be drinking wine like this when every drop I western myself would he life and health to some poor soul." "Oh, that's all right. I'll send you a dozen for your patients—not this wine, though they like something thick, and sweet, and black, and strong. There's onlv three men in the parish fit to drink this—you, I, and the vicar and he's never here." "And all the better. We don't want Greek we want beef. Morwen, upon my soul, I bvlifve you and I, and the farmers, a:d t.he miller, and maybe two or three mre, are the only

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eople in the parish who can reuiemwhat beef, ay, or mutton, means. And here we sit and—gorge." "Hey, lad! are you turned demagogue? That won't do!" "I don't know. But it seema to me, Morwen, that everbody's deaf and blind—but me. It's all very well to say you know the people. You employ them, of course you collect their rent you sit in judgement on them and you sometimes sond them to jtil. You represent an absentee landlord or landlady, and you have to make good his bad name or hers. But I—I live among them I hear their complaints and I see their sorrows you see their work, I see the want of it you see the health, I see the sickness you see the crime, I see the misery that makes crime—" "And the ignorance, and the unthrift—come, out with it all, Hillyard!" "Aud the ignorance, and the unthrift, as you say yes—I see all." "Bah! of course tho doctor sees the black side of things. Doctors needs must: what else should they see? If they were all dukes and duchesses, it would bo the same. By the way, the bottle's with you." "There isn't a weaver's or a cropper's hut. I haven't been into over and over again—I haven't waited for fever oraeue: I have gone, sent for or no. And I tell yon, Morwen, that these poor, ignorant, thriftless fellow tnen and women look upon your machines as the devil's engines for taking the bread out of, their mouths, and curse the name of Hillyard, which by bad luck is my own, every day of their lives. And upon my soul, Morwen, though 1 tell them they're all wrong, I can't preach with my heart—for if their reasoning's false, their misery's true." "Nonsense! To improve a trade is to extend a trade. The cheaper you turn out goods, the more you increase the demand and the more goods are demtnded—"

That's not how other orators speak to the people, Morwen," interrupted the voung surgeon, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward eagerly. "They leave out the reason ana put in the blood—that's their way. I hear thingB, from the women mostly—but sometimes from the men. Do you think General Lud is going to rage all over Yorkshire, and Derbyshire, and Nottinghamshire, and to leave Lockmead alone? Only this verv morning there was a stranger in At Adam Croft's, who strolled out as soon as I went in but he'd left something behind. Croft's a cropper with no more logic in him than a hungry hound. But 'I puts this to that and that to t'other, sir,' he says to me. 'Talk starvation—'tis all along o' them danged new frames to Hillyard's mill.

Afore they came there was work and wages for all, though times might be & bittksh hard. Since they come there's work for none and wage for none, nought to bite and nought to buy wi\ though times is harder Tar. Dang and and burn smash them frames, says I, the—epithet—'mill!' So said Adam Croft and when I began, 'Nay, my good fellow to improve a trade is to extend a trade—' "And you call that logic—eh? lou, an Oxford scholar—" e8 the logic of a hungry and desperate man, who has just been told that General Lud and a 'good time coming' were on the march to Lockmead. Logic? Hunger is logic— Aristottle's nowhere when the wolf gnaw s. Did vou ever hear of 'twiBting in?'" "No." .. "Tt.en I'll tell vou. A stranger with the gift of the gab comes, say from Yorkshire, into Nottinghamshire, where nobody knows him, and"preach es in good plain English, 'You are

Britons you are starving, but you have hands and you are free men. -Fill your bellies, and dang and smash the machines.' I quote Adam Croft— that is to say, I qnote some "Yorkshire-

man at second-hand. The starving Briton, call him Adam Croft, say*— naturallv enonsh—'I will. I don't care fr./eupply

demand 1

wife and Then another Btrdntrer com*-* ai.d swears hun into a

com

pi musket com-

or blunderbuss company

Srpitohfoift company, or hedge-stake

company, or whatever it may be. He a blasphemous and seditious oath that I could not repeat to you, if I chose. He receives a number—he is henceforrh known to his fellows, not as Adam Croft, but as number, eay, 55. Then comes stranger number three, and gives him company drilL Have you ever noticed a sleepiness abont Lockmead men in the morning? And at last, some fine night, as it might be this— "Well, doctor, you area lively companion to crack a bottle with, I must say! Pnt all this moonshine out of your bead, there's a good lad, and let's talk like sensible men." "Isn't that what I've been trying to get you to do this hour? I'll try folly, for a change. Morwen, I've learned to wish that I was a rich man. "Ah, there's sepse, if you like! Thinking of getting married, eh?" "Not I. These aren't times for getting married, with wheat at a hundred and thirty shillings a quarter, and the people starving round one until they think of nothing but fire and sword" "Any man can be rich who will. I began with a hundred pounds—jour great-grandfather started with eighteenpence, I believe. But you don't go the right way. You'll never get rich as toe Lockmead doctor—where the people do get ill, it's true, but never

"Can't pay, poor devils!" interrupted Basil. "Don't, won't can't—it'sall the same. You're an Oxford scholar,and a clever surgeon, and a gentleman. Go to Nottingham, go to London you'll get on like a house on Are. Why a scholar, and a good surgeon, and a gentleman, and a first-rate judge of port, and a good-looking fellow to boot, should burv himself alive at Lockmead, beats me." "What—don'tyou understand?"

No. think the bottle's with you." "We Hillyards are answerable for these people, Morwen—for their bodies and tneir souls. If my grandfather had not made the will which disinherits me, all these lands, and all their wealth, would be mine, as you know. If things Wefe as they ought to be, I shouldn't be bete—I be out in the world, fighting my way. fifteen years Lo

But for some

lockmead has been ne

glected by a scoundrel, and is now in the hands of a foreign girl with an estate of her own. We've divided matters, you seo. They receive the rents, and don't do the duties. So I, by birth the head of the house, must do the duties—as well as I can." "Bless us alive, man! you speak like some fellow in a play. Duties? Why, I do them. I collect the revenuesmanage the farms—improve the estate —act at petty sessions—" "And so you're too busy to teach the children, and persuade the women, and make friends with the men. You're a first rate stewart, Morwen, tnd I thank you in my lady cousin's name. But there are things no agent can do and, since she can't do them, I must, you see. Noblesse oblige, as they say abroad."

Amos Morwen gazed at him with his dull eyes. Pass the bottle, my lad," he sa:d at last. "You're too high for me. But you're yc Wait till you come

But you're young—you're young, till you come to forty years." Basil colored for to be called young

by one's elders is a terrible charge—it is as bad as when our youngsters call us old. What creature in his dotage first got it established that wisdom grows with years? Perhaps because it ought to—a very different thing. "Listen and think, Morwen," said he. "There would be nobody to look after these people if I were to go—not a soul. Miss Hillyard has to flog her slaves, the vicar has to amend his Greek play, the curate is an ass, and you have no time. I represent the Hillyards of Lockmead, penniless as I am and I represent, too, a man's duties to men. Who would care for these poor people—who would teach at the school? You say yourself that thriftless ignorance is at the bottom of it all. Who would put out a finger to lessen it if the head of the Hillyards were to go I dread what I foresee the peoples misery is a giant, and I no giant-killer, but I must do what I can, and starve with them, if so it must be. So don't tempt me, Morwen. I'm tempted enough every day, God knows. Write me out a check for fifty pounds to-night, and leave it to me to spend as I please." "Fifty pounds! No, my' boy. No good trying to emqty the sea with a slop-pail. You'd relieve a few bad cases and then they, and all the weavers in Lockmead, would take the hint and turn hungrier than ever, just to be received again. I offer high wages for skilled labor, fair wages (not to prejudice the farmer), on the land. That's true charity, Hillyard. The other thing's to encourage beggary and imposture and black-mail. No work, no wage. That's my principles, and if I was to touch them to the tune of fifty farthings, down they'd come with a n." "I aek no man to change his principles," said Basil, a little coldly. "For I can't change my own. But when I talked of General Lud being in Lockmead, I spoke not without book. Are you prepared?" "Yes, my lad, I ain. The first real signs I see of a chance of frame-break-ing, I shall do what they did at Marsden—I shall send to Nottingham for a troop of dragoons. So when his generalship arrives I shall wipe out the riot act, with the red coats behind me and then, if the rascals don't scatter of themselves, draw swords: charge! The judges of assize will do the rest. And there'll be an end of General Lud in Lockmead. my tad—dead before he was born." "Morwen, such remedies are worse than the disease."

A surgeon, are you Don't you attack a cancer at the core "Yes but to cure a limp I don't cut off a limb. Only, if there is no better way, send now for thr dragoons." "To scare a cuckoo out of a mare's nest? No." "Amos Mora en, you don't see what goes on under your very eyeB." "Basil Hillyard, if you talk in this way I will have to think you half demagogue and half fool." He had drank a good deal of port by now.

No question on earth was so likely to breed a quarrel. Basil, who was quicktempered, who had drank not far short of a quarter as much as Amos, and was unused to anything better than the Unicorn's smallest ale, pushed back his chair and sprang to his feet. But, before he could answer, the parlor-door was opened by a servant girl, a trifle too handsome to be suitable for a bachelor's menage. "A young person, sir," said she, with a toss of the head and a shake ot me curls.

I'm wanted?" asked Basil—who, for that matter, was alwayB being wanted, night and day, for, since he never asked for a fee, his practice had grown unmanageably large. "No—'tis for the master," said the maid. "One of them new hands, I

^What's her business, Polly asked Amos Morwen. "Everybody knows I can't be troubled now.' "She wouldn't say," said Polly, "not she! She only said she must see Mr. Morwen's own very self. Of course I I said you couldn't see nobody this time of night but she only answered like her impertinence, and wouldn't go. What a pass things is coming to!" "All right, Pollv—all right," said Amos Morwen. "It's against my principles to do business alter business hours. Tell her to call to-morrow, nine o'clock sbsurp, at the mill." "As if I didn't tell her that," said Polly, "twenty times! Butshe wouldn't budge—not her. "P'raps to-morrow,' she says, 'there'll be no mill to call.' Drnnk or crazy—that's my thoughts o' she." "Then she wants the doctor, Polly,' said Basil, with a smile—he could smile splendidly, for all he was

partly because the message might be in had returned.

lt8Polly°owere^her

chin and smiled

back at Basil. Then she led the way into the passage, where he found a young woman standing just within the closed door. "There, Doctor Hillyard," said Polly, "that's herJ'1

In-door light was not brilliant in those days bnt then eyes undimmed by gas needed less light than we, and Basil saw the young women very well. 8be looked quiet and respectable at first sight, though certain peculiarities about her were very visible at a 1600110. Her black, ill-fitting gown was soiled and dragged at the skirts, her bonnet^ a little too fine for her gown, was all awry and Bhe was flushed and seemed excited, while her bosom heaved and panted as if she had been running hard or had been taken ill. But both at the first and at the second glance Basil Hillyard was aware of two things—one, that she Was a stranger to Lockmead! the other, that she was a sweetly pretty girl. Np wonder Polly had been cross, and had done her best to send her away from a respectable bachelor's doors when midnight was drawing near. Her faoe, framed by smooth brown bands of hair, was exquisitely oval,

delicately fair, and lighted up by large, gray, speaking eyeB. The fully formed mouth, winningly arched and curved, was a little unclosed for lost breath's sake, and the parted lips showed teeth—not like pearls,, for that would be hideous, but small, white, even, and fine, and well worth the showing now and thens Her nose had the slightest of upward curves, her brows somewhat straight, her chin small and round. Basil did not notice ajl these things at-once and apart, for fie did not examine the points of a woman as if sbe were a mare, one by one, but he fait the effect of beauty though badly dressed, and left to stand disrespectfully in the hall. But one point he did observe, for he thought much of it: the nose was a little broad at the root, and the eyes placed well apart he took this for the note of candor and honesty. Indeed, he had the same note himself, and that may have been the origin of his theory, since he knew himself to be honest and straight-spoken, whatever his faults might be.

Science bowed to beauty. "You wi8"h to see Mr. Morwen?" asked he. "Yes—yes! Are you Mr. Morven? But no—"

I am not Mr.

The feirl, whose voice, soft and clear, still lingered in his ears, spoke not a word while Basil Hillyard discarded plan after plan. "Every able-bodied cropper in the place will be out to-nigbt. There'll be none of those who areleft wecould depend on—they'd funk or turn traitor at the first rattle of the gates. There's none to defend mill and house but Morwen and the foreman and me the farmers would come, but there's no time. Keep steady, brain there's always time for thought sat cito si sat bene. Fifty, perhaps sixty or a bundread, against three men and a few maids. We mustalter the odds, that's clear yes—for sixty to three, read sixty to one. It's a desperate chance but it's Hobson's choice, now. If we fight, it's murder for us—hanging for the men. If I do this and fail, we shall be no worse the same murdered, the same hung. But if I do this there's the one chance if I don't, there's no chance at all. Oh, Almighty God, who hast put this thought into my heart, give me also the words to speak, that I may save thy poor from sin! Amen! Can yotr keep a secret my girl?" asked he. "Surely," said she. "Then say not one word more. For I am going to trust you because I know you have Drains, and because I believe you brave—and that, not asking whence you came, or why you are here. I am going to meet these men, and you must come too. It I tell Mr. Morwen—I know him—he will bar gates and bolt windows, and make a ijrave fight of it until he is a dead man and they will have three murders on their souls, and we, perhaps, twenty on ours for I swear it is murder to shoot down poor devils whom we have starved into despair. You will come with me but you need have no shadow of fear. I shall place you out of sight and danger. I shall not need you, if all goes well. But if you hear me cry 'Back!'—I will cry it twice—spread "your wings and fly force your wav into this house tell Morwen, or tell Polly, what you have told me. It he chooses to fight then, he'll be no worse off than now. You will come? and you understand?" "I will come and I understand."

It was as if she echoed his thoughts as well as his words, so firm was her voice and so solemn her tone. They had alreadv left the" house, which adjoined ani shared the peril of the threatened mill, and were presently in the darkness of the Nottingham road Here Dr. Hillyard, to husband his companion's strength, offered his arm, on which she laid her hand lightly.

You are not afraid?" he asked "You have no cause." No," she almost whispered,

grave. "I'll see her. I know all the girls in 'Lockmead, you now, I dare say she's a friend of mine."

This he said, partly to escape iiom a strained situation with a friend whom he respected partly because he doubted that friend'n immediate powers ol discretion partly because be suspected that pique plus baffled cariosity in the person of Polly had mangled the message 4 m^reported its manner

That'sTight. But it is strange you found your way straight to the mill through the darkness and alone." "Oh no, sir. I know the way." "But that's stranger still, You're not a Lockmead girl. I've known every man, woman, and child in Lockmead over five years."

Only five years? Ah, sir, then that's why yon wouldn't know me" she aud with a sigh. "Then you're a Ixckmea4 gi'l?"

She was silent. "Never mrnd." said he. Girla had disappeared from Loefcmead within his knowledge and two

itrL—*Lucas,"

Morwen.—He is— I dare say I shall

h'm—engaged but do as well."

Oh, sir, you must do as well for indeed there is not a moment to lose!" What is it? But you have been running—pray sit down." "No—I will stand. Will you kindly ask the maid there to—go?', "Polly," said Basil, "this young woman wants to speak with me alone. People often do, you know. Tell Mr. Morwen that I'm acting for him, and sba'n't be long. "Oh, where I'm not wanted I don want to be!" said Polly, becoming all chin and backbone. "But the way to deafen my ears ain't by stopping 'em, and fine feathere makes fine birds, and the best of men's the easiest fooled." And off she swept to tell her master what she pleased.

Now, my girl," said Basil, "you may speak freely: You're not a Lockmead girl? I should know you else, and you would know me." "Yes—no never mind now. They are coming to burn Hillyard's mill."_ "Ah!" In no other way can I write down the exclamation of Cassandra when Troy w.as in flames, or that of Basil Hillyard on hearing that his predictions of despair and vengeance were so soon to be fulfilled. It was neither of pride, nor of surprise, nor of horror, nor of alarm. "Thank God you did not see Morwen!" he exclaimed. "Quick—don't try to tell your story— answer my questiona in {single words. Who are coming?" "I don't know. They—" "I know. Lockmead men "Yes—all perhaps but one." "Just so. And he'll be Yorkshire. How do you know this?" "I was coming along Nottingham Road. I heard them talking—making speeches—:" "Poor, miserable, misguided fools— they can't even act without words, like sensible men! How many "It was too dark to count fifty, I should think—perhaps more." "You're a clever girl—you haven't once said, 'I don't know.' Armed "Hatchets and guns and their faces in crape—" "How long ago?" "As long as it would take a woman to go four miles at utmost speed. Am I too late?" "I trust in heaven, no. You are a brave, good girl. We must save the mill—but above all we must save these miserable, misguided men. Arsonmachine breaking—perhaps murder, joor starving wretches! Morwen will langthem all and it's but just he should, for better injustice than broken law—bnt oh, my people, my starving poor! Let me think God will give me time."

"Grace said she. Now, Lucas was an old weaver's name, once as common as Croft, but it had clean died out long before Basil time. By-the-way, though, he remembered a by-word in those parts— A Lucas had the luck, but he sold it to a Hillyard for a pint of ale." And, by-the-way, there was old Mrs. Lucas in the almshouse. He had forgotten her for the moment, because he seldom visited the almshouse—the people were rich there that is to say, they did not starve.

Then, with her fingers upon his arm, he could not help thinking a little of the girl herself tor, like_ a wise man, having once settled his line of action, he thought of that no mor»». It .was strange that a Lockmead girl, of whom he knew nothing) shotlld have fallen straight, as it werej from the skies just in the nick of time to give this warning. Her beauty, her incongruous clothes, and a certain refinement of manner, seemed to tell of an unhappy history for ladylike ways were not acquired at Lockiliead by honest girls, nor was a respectable young woman likely to come home in a fine bonnet all alone on a dark night along the Nottingham road. But, of course, if she were not honest her beauty would account for the general drift of her story, whatever its details might be. And the details would matter little— such stories are all the same.

But, suddenly, a terrible thought came into the young man's brain. Beautiful a stranger of more than doubtful history—what a dark night, and his nerves were tried so, suspicion having openejl the door, a legion of likelibihoods followed in. The leaders of these rioters, hard-headed men from Hammomshire mostly, were able men enough, and had seme pretensions to generalship even, especially to the generalship that like long odds on its own Bide, and takes cunning for strategy. Without some such qualities, not misery itself could have kept three English counties in a ferment forty years. The leader of this particular riot would want to divert and mislead the defense—an old trick, particulatly favored by savages, and not despised by their betters. To send a warning to Hillyard's mill would be to draw off the defence from elsewhere, and leave un guarded and unsuspecting the point at which they really aimed._ They had chosen a sharp girl for their errand— so sharp that she had drawn off on a fool's errand, or worse, at least one of the few men in Lockmead. who could be counted upon to make a strong stand for the law. What reason, save a credulous fool's, had he for thinking that be would meet the rioters on the Nottingham Road? Was not her hav ing led him that way evidence that they were entering the parish from the orkshire side

It is wonderful what a difference light and darkness made. In the lamplight of Amos Morwen's entrance he had not dreamed of doubting his eyes and his ears and her honesty now, he blind and she dumb, there was nothing to hinder that poor conceited creature, Reason, from having her fling. But suddenly she asked him, "And what is your name?"

Basil Hi—But hark! and see?' Her voice attacked his doubts, a heavy, muffled tramp, and the dull glow of smoking torches swept them away. "We must be quick now," he whispered "there is no time to lose. Do you wait here, under the shadow of the hedge don't come nearer a single step, whatever happens only, when you hear me call 'Back—back!' fly like a bird. Here give Mr. Morwen this pencilled note, so that he may judge how to acr, for I shall have failed. I trust you, Grace Lucas, with men's lives!"

Basil Hillyard believed in trusting people and, though deceived at least once in ten times, he kept to his rule by reason of the other nine. Most people judge the nine by one, and so manufacture more rogues than are born. "Yes," was all she whispered, vanishing into shade.

To be continued in the Sunday Express.]

A FREE RIDE

The Device of an Ingenious Engliihman to Beat a Railway Company.

American Register.

may roar LAUGHTER FOR LERT.

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A free journey by rail inside a carriage, holding a "complimentary" in your waist pocket, may be, and doubtless is, a very pleasant thing. To travel free, as Mr. Geo. Adams, of Wolverhampton, England, did the other day, however, is scarcely to be recommended. Nor is it at all pleasant, as that gentleman will be ready at this moment to admit. Mr. Adains found himself in Liverpool sans six sous, and being of a sans souci disposition, determined to get home by anew and original method of "macing the rattler," as a cracksman would sty, id est, of cheating the railroad company. His idea, to say the least of it, was ingenious, but he had reckoned without his host. He procured two Btout pieces of lope, which he fastened to the axles of the carriage, leaving a noose at the end of each. Into one noose he put his legs, while he inserted his shoulders into the other. In this position he hung when the train started. The train was an express, and did not stop until Crewe wa3 reached, which is about 70 miles from Liverpool. He was rather uncomfortable when the train began to move, but when it got into full swing he had real torture, and when he reached Crewe he was nearlydead with fright. Here he was taken into custody. To the magistrate who adjudicated on the case he explained that his sensations when swaying to and fro were something awful and the effect of the sleepers as they rushed past him nearly robbed him of reason and he "was afraid that every moment the rope would slip from his shoulders and hang him." The magistrate decided very cutelv that he had had enough punishment and remarking veiy sagely that he was not likely to repeat the experiment sent him about his business. An excursion on the stick of a Gongrove rocket on the tail oi a comet might be more exciting than thiB, but not much.

'Judge Hilton's Fortune. New York Special to 8t. Louis Post-Dis-patch.

How doth the busy lawyer prosper! You remember that A.T. Stewart left ex-Judge Henry Hilton $1,000,000 in cash, and that the astute Henry boughta business estimated to be worth nearly ten millions from the confiding Mrs. Stewart for his million. The good little widow has since got rid of a good deal of her money not only in building the Episcopal Cathedral at Garden City, on Long Island, but in a number of extensive but ost ntious charitiesHenry on the cor ary, has added considerably to his p"' *. He bought out the Metropolitan I -tel and Niblo's Garden property t, a bargain. He made a failure of the big iron building erected by old Stew.-.i 5 as a benevolent scheme for providing homes far working women, and turned it into a profitable hotel. He has just purchased from Mrs. Stewart for S2,100,000 the magnificent office building occupying the entire block between Chambers and Reade streets on Broadway, formerly occupied as Stewart's wholesale store". Mrs. Stewart has spent $100,000,000 in altering the building for banks, insurance and law offices, and it is announced that about fifty offices in the building (which will be ready for occupancy in a month) have already been let. The rental of the building, it is believed, will exceed $500,000 a year, so that the judge has made a pretty shrewd bargain.

The Rev. John T. Vine of this city, who conducted the remarkable revival in the town of Sanford, Me., last winter, ia again holding meetings there with great success. Crowds flock to hear him. and great numbers can Qply

Facetiong Foot From Our HlfUy flippaat Excluuffe*,

Advica to Maldana—Wby Shm was SadFresh from th( Freshet—Gatherings from tho Ghouls—I»n*blets.

you

want to

it noatly.

Very sweetly and completely 1 you want to do it right ana do it nice

First you choose your victim rightly, Then yon press his arms so slightly, Then you drop your eye* so brightly,once or twice.

Then, with eyes so very lovelike, 1 Yon look up to him so dovelike. As around his manly neck your arms you throw

When he'll presf you to his heart, then You must swear you ne'er will part then You work your cards, but do It very slow.

Then you call htm first your lovey. Ask him then to be your hubby. And to bear you safely through earth's cruel strife

He'll clasp you to him madly, And in loving tones, most gladly, He'll claim you as his pretty little wife. —Anon. wilt SHE

WAS

Chicago Tribune. "Au rfvoir."

SAD. I, U.

It was a sweet, girlish voice that spoke these wo/ds—a voice that fell upon the night air with a sad cadence in strange and striking contrast to the beautiful face and form of Caroline Catchfly as she stood there upon the veranda of Brierton Villa, close pressed in the arms of the only man in all the world who had won her heart and to whom she had given the one great love of a woman's life—that of the summer after she bis begun wearing store bangs.

It is a solemn thing for a man-strong-willed, self-reliant and with tur-quoise-blue suspenders—to win a woman's love and amid all the radiant joy and feeling of proud triumph there should be ever in his mind the sense of a great responsibility that may not be denied nor avoided. For into his keeping has been freely placed that most precious of gifts—the life of a pure, trusting woman. It is his to make that life an over-pleasant voyage adown silver-tinted streams whose every ripple laughs back repose to the fervid kissing of the sun, or a sad, weary march through the arid deserts of despair and misery, upon whose trackless wastes one sees only the whited skeletons of love and hope aud ambition.

Jasper K. Rollingstone knew this, He knew that this fair girl who was just budding intd womanhood and her mother's corset* loved him with a passonate intensity and deep trustfulness. He knew that some day (provided they were married and had any) she would be the mother of his children—that her sweet voice would teach the little lips to speak his name, her hand guide aright the uncertain footsteps of infancy. All this came to him with dreadful force as he stood there in the purple haze of an August twilight with this woman's gleaming white arms around his neck, her pretty head upon his shoulder and her deep blue eyes, which seemed to mirror only trustfulness and love, looking up into his. But, despite all this—despite the large take-it-away-for-arquarter kiss that the wine-red lips crerhanging the riant mouth and Dressed upon hiB brow—there lurked hin mind a vague, shadowy suspicion, a haunting fear that, something, he knew not what, was on Caroline mind. It was the tone of her voice as she spoke the words with which this chapter opens—the mournful cadence that was almost a sob—that had effected him so strangely and given birth to the upas-like suspicion which was blighting -his happiness. "Why are you sad when speaking those words?" he said.

No answer. The vesper chimes of the cathedral a league away come stealing over the hills that lie to the westward, and as their tones—sweet and solemn and faint—fall upon Caroline's port ear, Jasper feels a shudder pass over her lithe form. 1 1 flits r»i rl a

She is

intensely religious, this girl, and with the sudaen instinct of a man who has played third'base he resolves to turn this reverence of hers for all things spiritual to account. "Listen he says in whispered tones, "It is the vesper hour. The chimes are calling the faithful to worship, and one who de liberately tells a falsehood at this time can never be saved. You know this, Caroline, do you not?" nft "Yes," murmurs the girl. "And would you perjure yourself?" "No." The voice is faint and low. "Then tell me," he says, "wny you were sad when saying 'Au revoir' to me a little time ago."

I cannot," she says. But you must," continues Jasper. "I demand an answer."

For one instant she looks up at him, her pure young face as white as if the hand of death were upon it, and then she whispers softly: "I cannot."

He pushes her quickly from him, almost rudely, and then, as she stands there beside a cluster of roses that have twined themselves around a pillar, he sees the drooping lijs quiver as if in mortal agony, and an instant later she has fallen at his feet and is sobbing as if her heart would break.

He picks her up in hia arms as he would a child and rains passionate kisses upon her face. "Forgive me," he cries. "I was wrong to doubt you. It was but idle curiosity on my part, and your refusal to answer my question angered me."

I will answer it now," she says. "There is nothing to conceal. You wished to know why I was sad in saying 'Au revoir,' and I replied that could not tell you. It is the truth."

But why can you not tell me the cause of your sadness when speaking those words?" "Because," she says, looking at him tenderly, "I do not know what tbey mean."

TOO STRICT.

Texas Sittings.

In Germany the police regulations are very strict, and any '^.violation of them is promptly punished. The people have a holy terror of the law. Two gentlemen happened to meet in Berlin, and the following conversation took pl see• "Have you heard the dreadful news about Miller?" [jJ "No, what is it?" "He was in'aboat in the river. He fell overboard' and was drowned. The water was too deep." "Didn't he know how to swim "Swim! Don't vou know that all persons are forbidden by the police to swim in the river."

WHY CHICAGO WAS CHOSEN.

Philadelphia Call.

Private Citizen—So Chicago is tb be the meeting place of both political conventions?

Politician—Yes. I notice the newspapeis on both sides are full of finespun theories as to the significance of choosing Chicago as a meeting place. Amusing, isn't it? "Well, I don't know. To tell the truth I have thought nothing about the matter." "But we of the committee thougLt abont it a good deal, I can tell you." "Then it ia of great significance and bears on the chances of certain candidates, I suppose?" "Oh, no! "Indeed! Then what dous the selection mean?" "It means that Chicago keep* the best whisky."

XOQHABTEK.

Detroit Free Press.

There is a sign over a butcher's shop on avenue, which reads: Beef by the quarter." One day lately a man went in and asked for a tenpound roaat, giving the name and number it was to be sent to. Then he w«a walking oat when the proprietor

stopped him and told him he had forgotten to pay for it. "Doesn't your sign read: "Beef by the quarter r' Send rohnd your bill when the quarter's up and collect" "Look here I" shouted the angry buteher, "you pay down now «r you'll get no beef. It's war to the knife and no quarter, d'ye hear?"

A LITTLE DKAR.

Pretzel's Weekly.

"I suppose you have something pretty in scarfs, Miss?"

r'v"

"O, yes," said the

rosy-cheeied

girl,

handing down a package, "here's some blue satins for a dollar just to sweet for anything." 1 "I think you are a little dear," he said, with a pleasant smile. "You are very complimentary," she replied, her cheeks covered witn crimson blushes.

When he thought how he had been misunderstood, he blushed, and stammered: "O, I beg pardon, Miss I didn't mean to say you were a little dear. I meant"—r "Never mind there are plenty of young men who do think so. Good morning."

When he turned awav her blushes were gone, and his face looked as if he had gotten his feet tangled in a lady's train.

LAUGH LETS.

The preferred creditor is one who will wait longest for hiB pay. It is now believed that Courtney is the author of that beautiful elegiac poem beginning, "Affliction's oar long time he bore." "I'm at your service, madam!" said the polite burglar when caught with his arms full siverware.

Why is a wnsheiwomen li' a navigator?—Because she spreads hi Sheets, crosses the line and goes from pole to pole.

She sang, "I want to be an angel,'and he declared that she was one already. To this she blushingly demurred. Then he married her. De, murrer sustained.

The wife of the living skeleton says she will tie her husband into a knot if he molests her. Of course it would be a bone-knot. "Be it so," said the manager "we'll

five

you the part of the king. If you othat passably well we'll give you something in a higher line—a supe, for instance. True, there's a big difference between the two, "but 1 really see no reason why a man who can play the king really well may not one day make his mark as chief of supes." "Mother," remarked the Prince of Walea, "I h'addressed the 'ouse of lords yesterday h'in regard to the condition of the poor in this city. Something banght to be done." "Yes," replied the queen. "I h'am taking steps in that direction myBelf." "What do you hexpect to do for the poor?" interrogated the prince, with a look of surprise. "I h'am goin' to give them 500 of my new books for nothink." "Promise me, dearest," pleaded the fair-haired girl, as she stood tip-toe to kiss her lover (a rising young statesman of Columbus) good night, "promise me that you will not seek the nomination for president this year."

A shadow of pain and disappointment fell upon his Alpine brow, but he banished it by a mighty effort and said proudly: "I am an Ohio man, Ma^ourka McMullen, but my love for you is greater than my ambition. I promise you— provided John Sherman wants it."

Her face was radiant with joy, and as she withdrew her lips from his the sound was like the explosion of a ripe tomato against a boaid fence.

SUGAR IN LUMPS

That Which is Pnreand That Wulcli is Not—Cubes Imitating Cat K.oaf. New York Sun.

A correspondent aBks the difference between the

Bugar

which is sold in ap

parently smoothly cut lumps and other white sugar, the lumps of which are somewhat rough on thoir surface. The difference ia considerable, and the latter, which is pure loaf sugar cut into lumps, always commands a higher price in the wholesale market, and cannot be adulterated. It is called in the market "cut-loaf." The former quality of sugar is what is known as "cubes" The cut-loaf sugar is made in lumps of fifty pounds out of cane sugar, then sawed in'o slabs, and these slabs are partly cut through and partly broken. It is easy to distinguish the marks of cutting and breaking on each lump. The cube sugar is made of soft sugar and pressed in moulds, which give the smooth appearance. The cut-loaf sugar willjkeep its shape in any climate, and is suitable for shipment. The cube sugar will sometimes on a sea voyage resume the consistency of the soft sugar, and the change of form is due to adulteration.

The safest sugar for any one to buy is pure loaf sugar, and it is much sweeter than any other. The principal substance used in_ adulterating sugar is glucose, which is sugar made from various vegetable Bubstances, chiefly grain. While glucose is sweet, it is easily detected by the expert because it "is not so sweet as cane sugar. It is, nevertheless, very extensively used to adulterate cane sugar and produce the cheap sugars which are sold in the market. Reputable dealers sell it as glucose, but there are many dealers who sell glucose for sugar. The nature of the glucose is to make a close, sticky sugar it does not produce grains, like cane.

The polariscope readily exposes any adulteration of sugar, but there i8 neediof some roady nousehold test by which housekeepers who cannot afford a polariscope can tell whether they are buying cane sugar or glucose. The .glucose is not harmful as food, but its sweetening properties are limited. The official test of cut-loaf sugar is 100 per cent. Other refined sugars in lumpB do not always reach that test.

At present the precise form of the genuine cut-loaf sugar has not yet been counterfeited.

A Difficult Surgical Operation. An unusually difficult surgical operation wad recently performed at a Philadelphia hospital, the patient being Anthony Weaver. On the right side of his neck was a tumor which produced suffocating attacks of breathing, endangering his life. One ot the members of the surgical staff made an incision in the median line of the throat,but after doing so the trachea, or windpipe, was not fonnd in the ordinary position. The surgeon continued the mission, and after much dissection, found the windpipe three inches to the left ef the median line, it having been

far displaced by pressure of

the tumor. The windpipe was opened by him in that position—almost direct1 ly under the ear—and the tracheotomy tube was then inserted. The operation wholly relieved the patient's breathing. Since then the tumor, which occasioned it, has been repeatedly operated upon, and is now almost entirely removed, and the windpipe, is gradually returning to its natural position.

The annual rainfall in this country, according to the Weather Signal, is lowest in New Mexico (IS inches) and California (18 inches(, and highest in Oregon (49) and Alabama (50). The annual rainfall in the British Islands among the mountains is 41 inches on the plains 25 inches 45 inches of rain fails on the west side of England, 27 on the east side.

Lord Randolph Churchill is, if possible, more pugnacious than evei this session. He has filled out somewhat, and looks in fighting trim, thongb, to complete the picture, it must be said thy* time has still further tonsnred bim, for, "where the shining locks divide tie parting line ia all too wide."

Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Bannister, of Middleton, New York, celebrated their pearl wedding, sixty yma, Friday.

GAMBLING AMONG WOMEN.

At tJptown Aristocratic GamblingSou* of a Novel Kind—Tho Amusement Soma How York ladles Indnlge

Ia—What the Oaotblers Think Abont It—'Work for tho Police. New York World.

The World's cable dispatch recently referred to the high play at the various clubs in London and Paris and incidentally mentioned the fact that a Russian nobleman lost in one sitting £80,000. In an issue of a western paper some weeks ago the propriety of the country was startled by a detailed description of a gambling-house engineered and patronized by females. Since then the existance of such institutions in various other cities has been made known. The most prominant and noteworthy of them all, however, has been overlooked.

It is located in a cozy, quiet looking old mansion of the stately and monumental New York type, and within two blocks of the Brevoort house. To all outward appearances the place is only one of the many residences of aristocratic elegance which line the street. All the windows are heavily curtained, and a face is seldom seen there. Even at night it is rarely lighted in front So quietly and unobtrusively has the business of the establishment been carried en that, .althofigh it has been in existence for months, its real character has never been suspected. The proprietress of the house was originally the friend of the proprietor cf one 01 the most famous gamblinghouses in this city. She quarreled with and left him. Finding herself cast on her on resources and owner of a valuable collection of jewels, she determined to profit by ner experience. She hired a furnished house, the same in which she now carries on her trade, and after instructing two or three of her intimate acquaintances in the mystery of dealing and manipulating cards, began work with their assistance. The place was extensively advertised as a "Ladies' Club-House," and sooij became quite popular, the more ao as no men were admitted. Roulette and faro, as well as occasional games of rouge-et-noir, were at first dealt, but the gaming soon resolved itself into faro alone. Heavy playing has taken place in this house. One lady is known to have carried off over $5,000 as the result of a day's lucky play. Another female won upon three days in succession $4,800. The bank was so low at one time that the proprietress contemplated closing, and would have done so but for the appearance of a creole gamestress, fresh from New Orleans, who lost over $8,000 in money and jewels at a sitting, and so replenished the nearly empty cofters. For the past few months the "bank" is said to have enjoyed an almost unexampled run of luck, scarcely ever losing.

For obvious reasons the games are all confined to daylight. In order to obtain admission it is necessary to have either a card from the proprietress or an introduction from a frequenter. Regular habitues have latch-keys which admit them into the passage between the outer and inner doors, both of which are always kept closed. The inner door iB guarded by a pretty young girl, whose orders are to admit no stranger unprovided with the proper credentials. The postoffice box of the proprietress is daily filled with applications. .No gentleman, it is said, has been admitted except into the basement where groceries, wineB, &c., are delivered. The servants, of whom there are several, are all females as are also all the dealers, case-keepers and attaches. The house originally belonged to a well-known millionaire, a former agent for one of the great transatlantic steamship lines, from whom its present owner rented it. Since then she has purchased the building outright. It is furnished in the most luxurious style :ould

throughout, nothing that taste could suggest or money procure being absent.

The gambling is carried on in a back drawing room on the second floor. In the first drawing room an elegant lunch Is always laid, with the most delicate and costly wines. The upper floors are devoted to the use of the at-" taches of the establishment, who all reside on the premises. The proprietress is a woman verging on middle age, of a commanding figure and very handsome. She dresses in black, is famous among all her acquaintances for her love of pearls, which are the only jewels she is known to wear, and of which she is reported to have the most magnificent collection in the country.

One complete set in particular belonged to the Empress Eugenie, and the gems which once queened it in the drawingroom of an Empress now preside over the fortunes of a game of faro. One of the dealers is also a famous character. She is comparatively a young woman, who &ome years ago enjoyed the favor of to less a person than "Jim" Fisk, jun., in whose Grand Opera house she began *Iife as a balletgirl. In her circles she is known as "Diamond Jennie," on occount of her weakness for these precious minerals. The rest of the executive corps, all more or less equivocally famous and attractive, and said to be as skillful and cool in all the traits and tricks of their trade as a veteran gambler.

The housekeeping is on the most extravagant scale, and is chiefly served by two prominent Fulton Market dealers and a wine merchant who supplies the principal clubs. AU of these dealers affirm that the consumption of the finer quality of their wares far exceeds that of many of the clubs where male

money is lost and won, to the incalculable wrong wrought, the

placn of winch we especially treat is

backed

who

he added, "and that ia that there ia a deuced aight more faro played in private houses than there ia in public games. Whenever you find a lodging or boarding house full of yonng clerks you will find one faro layout at least,, and some shrewd fellow to work it."

THE MASQUERADING MUSKETEER.

Bow a Nowfonndlaod Girl, ho* bTii( In This Vicinity, Fought tho Battles ot tho Union ha Han's Clothe*. Kansas City Times. "I think the most peculiar incident that ever came under my notice," said Capt. William R. Morse of Cincinnati to a Times reporter at Independence yesterday, "was that of Franklin Thompson. She was born in Newfoundland, and her mother died while Bhe was quite young. At the age of sixteen years her father married again. The second mother did not make home a paradise, and Franklin determined to go out into the world and support herself by her own exertions. Having conceived the idea that the world shed its favors unequally, favoring the male more than the female, she adopted the costume of the former and proceeded to Boston. Here she obtained employment with a publishing house as a canvasser, in which position she was very successful. In 1859 she made a tour through Canada, and landed at Flint, Mich., in the early part of 1860. On the 15th day of April ef the same year she enlisted in Company F, of the Second Michigan infantry, and was mustered- in at Detroit on the 26th of May. She followed that regiment through bard fought battles, never flinching from duty, and was never suspected of being else than that she seemed. By close application to duty and remarkable deportment, she was appointed brigade postmaster, which position aided her in many instances to conceal her identity. In the early part of November, 1863, she was attacked with malarial fever, and fearing she would be sent to the hos pital and that exposure would follow she deserted. Franklin was known by every man in the regiment, and her desertion was the topic of every camp fire. The beardless bo, was a universal favorite, and mucl anxiety was expressed for her safety.

We never heard of her again during the war and could never account for the desertion. About a year after this I received several books from home. Among them was one which attracted my attention, and I became convinced that the author was no other than Franklin Thompson, the boy soldier, who had deserted us at Green river bridge. Tbe book was the 'Nurse and Spy.' After the war I learned that Franklin Thompson was a woman, and that

Bhe

was married to a

man by the name of Seelye. While in Fort Scott, Kan., a short time ago, heard the name, and immediately thought that here was a clue to the long lost Franklin Thompson. I called at the house a little girl met me at the door. I told her to tell her mother that a gentleman wished to see her, but did not send in my name. I was shown into a neat but plain little parlor. In a few minutes the lady made her appearance and recognized me. I spent a very pleasant hour in talking over old times and in listening to the history of her life. She said that when she deserted she made her way to Louisville and resumed tbe habiliments of her sex. She entered the Christian commission and served until the close of the war. During this time she published her book and devoted $2,000 of the proceeds to the commission. She afterward married and removed to Fort Scott, where she still resides. "The story was recalled to my mind again to-day," continued the captain, "by reading in the report of congress that a bill was introduced by a congressman from Michigan asking that the disability of desertion be removed from the record of Franklin Thompson, and that she be granted a pen sion and receive her back pay. She certainly deserves it and I hope she may get it."

$3^

Duncan Mclntyre, of Montreal New York Tribune. A man which appears with almost semi-monthly regularity on the register of the Brunswick hotqj is that of Duncan Mclntyre, of Montreal. Mr, Mclntyre, together with Robert A Angus, furnishes the brains of the Canada Pacific railroad. Both of these men came to Montreal from Scotland as poor boys as could be found. Mclntyre from an errand boy rose to be head of the great dry goods firm of Mclntyre, French & Co., in Victoria Square. Angus entered the employment of the Bank of Montreal, and became its president. He resigned that

osition and went to Manitoba, where became interested with Mclntyre in a Bcheme for the furthering of the Canada Pacific, the most northern of all transcontinental routes. Each owns a million dollar residence in the city of their adoption.

Only Nationalized.

London letter to Boston Commercial Bulletin: An incident is said to have happened a short time ago, which illustrates very forcibly the extraordinary change of opinion a man may undergo when the application of a earnestly theory which he has been advocating is suddenly brought home

New York §nds such luxurious com- to him, in an argumentuin ad hominem fort. There are several other institutions for alike purpose scattered about this city and Brooklyn, but they are on a far inferior scale and their use is restricted positively to elected members. In these places only round games of cards are played even at that limited rate, however, much lost and won. As

way. After one of Mr. Henry George's lectures on the equal distribution and nationalization ot property, while making his way through the crowd his pocket was picked of a watch. Mr George made a tremendous outcry, Bhouting "some one has stolen my watch." One of the bystanders attempted to pacify him, and said: "Oh, no, not stolen, only nationaliaed." (jjggatia.

Mr' Geor„e's

satisfaction or

not ann0unced.

indubitably the worst. Women are «r proverbially infatuated gamblers, and

ss j&vriSS'a!,

gquare Meal.

tbe fickle cooddess Fortune, or worse, following as the bill of fare wnicn with the chance of the game depend- Chang, the Chinese giant, consumed at ent on the honesty or dishonesty of

a receDt

In conversation with the sporting rare tenderloin steaks, nineteen baked man upon whom, tbe proprietress of potatoes, two dishes of stewed tomathis novel temple of chance once de-1 toes, a large roast chicken, three pended for a living, the following particulars were learned: "I heard nearly a year ago," paid he, "that 'Belle' was running agamo somewhere in this city, but where it was exactly I never conld find out. 1 often met women who had been there, but they would never give the place away. It was too good a thing, you see, for them to risk its being shut up. When 'Belle' and I were on good terms she used to take great interest all sorts of games. She down to my Broadway place and watch the game for hours. She made me buy her a faro layout and teach her how to deal. Then Little Barney, one of my dealers, who is dead—and a smart little chap he was—had to show her all the points. He tanght her how to stock cards and how to finger the turn. I've seen them at it many a

lunch: Four large plates of

bunches of celery, two enstard pies, one mince pie, one apple pie, five cream puffs, six bananas, a pound

would come hat is called the waste paper room. All this refuse is sorted out by men nd women, and sold to one firm in

"I tell you," said one, there is more I of the Swiss lake dwellers, about than one lady in society here that's mixed up in "such affairs. I know of two myself who are actual backers o. faro games run by, their husbands,

of themselves never bad money enough alone to start a fifty-cent limit on Aveune A. One of these women, to my knowledge deals faro to her friends in her own house. The other is the shrewdest poker player in th? city. She'd bluff even old Schenek himself. Ob! there's another thing,"

ALLAN ARTHUR'S ROMANCE*

Bow Miss Beach Won a Sbt-Foot Sweat'' heart—A Courtship and an Engage* ment Ring. v-j New York Morning Journal.

WASHINGTON,

D. C., March l.-Noth-

ing has caused more talk in Washington society than the engagement of young Allen Arthur to Miss Katie Beach. At first the report was not believed. Allan was considered toe* young to enter into such a contract. There is no longer any doubt about the engagement. Allan has askbd. Miss Beach if she would have him and. she blushingly answered "Yes."

The comment on the engagement itf interesting. In one sense society ia shocked in another it is pleased to to have something to talk about.

The story of the meeting and en-" gagement of the couple has a tinge of romance about it. When Mr. Aithur was out West viewing the sights of the Yellowstone his son was putting in the time at- the seashore. He received a sick leave from the college hysician. He first went to Long ranch. Finding it dull there he joined a party on a trip io Narragansett Pier. During his first evening at Narragansett Pier he met Miss Beach. It was late in the evening. Allan was walking Blowly over the smooth sand of the shore smoking a cigarette and wondering how long he could postr pone going back to Princeton. A young lady passed him carrying a small basket of flowers. Allan is near sighted. He mistook her for a flower girl and said: "Come here, my good girl I may purchase some of your flowers," quite like a real prince.

Miss Beach laughed. As her silvery notes rang out on the evening air, Allan realized his mistake. For a moment he stood speechless, and then, falling on his knees, he made a graceful apology. While he was brushing the sand from his trousers, MiBS Beach ran away without making any reply. Allan started in pursuit, and got.a mutual friend to introduce him. The rest followed as a matter of course. Allan has been very devoted to his sweetheart. He has sacrificed his studies and his future to be at her side, even to the time Miss Beach had the measles.

Mrs. Beach, however, interfere! when Allan was over here last. She told him he conld not expect to marry her daughter before he had graduated from college and had settled in some profession or business. The prospect: was not inviting, but since then Allan has remained apparently close at his books, evidently determined to go to work earnest. His changing nature has been the source of much worriment to Mr. Arthur. He has lectured his Bon repeatedly on his careless ways and habits, all to no purpose. Mrs. Beach seems to have had more influence. How long it will last is another mattei.

Allan is in his junior year at college, and still he has another year before graduating. He never could be called handsome. He is scarcely 20 years old. He stands six feet two inches in his stockings, and does not weigh over 140 pounds. His face is long and narrow. He has cold black eyes, long dark hair and wry large hands ana feet. In many respects he resembles the typical slim.

Mr. Arthur does not oppose tho match. He thinks Allan should have his own way so long as he keeps within a proper limit "I don't suppose my son will want to marry," said. Mr. Arthur, "for a couple of years yet. There will be time enough before that* time to decide the matter."

Some of Allen's chums are inclined to be skeptical, and say he is not sincere in his engagement with Miss Maud Crowley and several other young ladies Bince he entered college. "AIL the bloods at college," they say "are engaged at least once a year, ^llen has followed their example. He wishes to be considered a leader in everything. Before the efid of the year you will hear that his present engagement has been broken off, and- that the young man has lost his heart to another fairy."

The Beach family are highly respectable people. It consists of Mrs. Beach, Miss Katie and Miss Agnes Beach. Mr. Beach, the head of the household, died a few years ago, leaving his te and children in comfortable circumstances. He was a brigadier general in the Union army during the war. He was a native of New York

figs, two oranges, twenty-six ginger snaps, and eleven slices of bread and butter. He also drank eight goblets of water and four cups of coffee.

All the old envelopes, newspapers, wrappings, and scraps of paper which

1 terms she accumulate in the treasury department in faro and

Washington are carefully saved in

New York. The receipts amount to quite a handsome little sum.

At Bethany, Penn., recently, Thoa. Avery, while shoveling snow out of his yard," discovered buried ia the snow a hen wlikh he had nissed for ten.days.

time, and laughed at what I thought, g[,e had packed the anow down and was a silly freak." made a room the size of a bushel basThe general opinion is that "Belle" ket. Beyond the loss of flesh incident is

in her venture by ladies of to the long fast, the hen was unhieh social position and influence harired.

cent are rings, 17 per cent, bracelets, 4 per cent, knives, a per cent, needles, 0.4 per cent, hammers, and 0.2 per cent. fibnlw.

Calisthenics may be very genteel and romping very.. nnieenteel, but one is the shadow *ni th#* olhtr the Mb* stance of

healthful

exercise. The

Medical World of Philadelphia gives this as one of Dr. F.

health aphorism*."

Hamilton's

The family are of early English They have lived here since the They have a large, old-fash-house on Farragut square, covered with moss and

state, stock, war. ioned It is ivy.

i,j. and is a very homelike looking place. Mrs. Beach has never favored young Arthur's suit, but not caring to offend the president, she gave her consent with the conditions mentioned above. The family moved in the best society. Miss Beach is a very small blonde," with bright, sparkling blue eyes and a handsome mouth. She is not remarkably pretty or fascin« ating in conversation, but has many little airs that are considered attractive. Miss Beach is inclined to be romantic. It is probable that the circumstances attending her meeting with young Arthur had more to do with her attachment to him than any inherent charm he may possess. It is young Allen's hope to have the wedding come off before his father goes out of office. Whether he will be able to accomplish this if his father is not re-elected is an open question.

The young people write daily tp each other. Miss Beach ties hers in a littln bundle with pink ribbons, and keeps them in a perfumed box. It is said that Allen entered on the engagement at first in fun, and since has become deeply attached to his sweetheart. Meantime society continues to talk.

A Portland man put a large spider on a floating chip in a pond. After walking all about the sides of the chip the spider began to cast a web for the shore. He threw it as far as possible in the air and with the wind. It caught on some blades of grass. Then turning himself about the spider began to naul the chip toward the shore.

The Supreme court of Kansas, "all the justices concurring," decided that the circulation of an offensive article concerning a candidate for office is "a privileged proceeding," even though the principle matters in the article are untrue and degratory, provided that the article be circulated "only among voters."

In New York City, according to some figures lecently published, there are more than 800 rag dealers, and the pickers, who are mostly Italians, gather $750,000 yearly in the streets and roads, while the money realized for cotton rags alone in tbe United States is put at $22,000,000 per annum.

The melancholy discovery is made that "gosh" is the worst kind oi swearing. Eliot in his Indian Bible uses "osh" (my father) for tbe Almighty, and the early missionaries employed "gosh" (your father). It is the* Indians at once adopted tig lattetf word for the uses of profanity.

An American church is soon to ba built in Dresden, the necessary funds having been raised at a series of private theatricals recently given under the auspices of the American colony in that city.

Willie Grey, of Montreal, twelve years old, forged his father's name for $300, raised the money, and with two boysof his own age and forty-one dima novels started to investigate the city o£ New York.

A correspondent writes tLat he harf his doubts as to the profits of tbe Mexican railroads, but he Las no doubt: that the money invested in Mexican mining stoctt will be yirtnplly throwq away.