Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 May 1885 — Page 6

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0, drown ,'eepl Thy home is found r»* in silent gdoms, where no sound Of wingrinf. uirde nor waving woods Throws m' sic o'er they solitudes Or sonny beams nor rosy rays fe

Dispel tbe darknees of thy shades, gjf§ Nor sibling winds across the glades Uesoond the voices of their laye.5^

The Night reclines thy heavy head Upon the down of sable bed, Where countless dreams in haste advance With many a wierdly-woven dance While visions coma in throngs that be

Far denser than the wintry clouds, And Lethe's fingers draw the shrouds Of solemn slumber over thee.

Thy sacred caverns bidden hold si. Pure treasures more (Itsired than gold, That weave a magic maze of rest Around the sad and weary breast Sweet smiles for broken hearts that weep,

Glad pleasures for the souls of pain, Amid thy gentle hours remain In plentitnde, O, pleasant Sleep!

LIDA.

She was a heroine, though no badges of iionor decorated her with the triumphal plaudits of fame, and uo monumental ecoid ever told the story of her simple -.nd unswerving devotion to uuty yet none the less is her name written in im)«rishable characters upon the scroll of

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tested to in the higher court, where her welcome shall le sounded, "Well done! tfood and faithful servant!"

For she was only a servant girl, and |ad sat meekly and sorrowfully among 1 he others in the forlorn city intelligence nffice, waiting for some one to approve of her and take her into service. Just the day before her mother had given her the little red Bible she had in her pocket and /said with a tearful voice: "Be a good girl, Lida. If things don't ho to suit you, and you get down-hearted, think of your father and me, and read what be marked in this book, and don't forget once to say your prayers. That is nil the help and comfort a poor girl can get that lives out and hasn't any home."

Lida was thinking this over as she sat ihere in the commercial exchange of tlesh and blood, when she heard a loud voice say: "What is the matter with this one?"

She lifted her eyes, shy as the wild flowers of her own coontry fields, and saw a gentleman regarding her with a cool business look. "She is just in from the country and has never lived out," said the politic tones of the mistress of the office. "All the better then," said the gentleman. *'My wife will make a good servant out of her. There is nothing suits her better than to break in a raw hand. Hey, girl can you cook a potato?"

His voice was rough but not unkindly, and as the girl timidly answered him, he continued: "Send her to the house, Mrs. Spence, and settle with my wife about the wages. We won't be particular if she turns out to be quick and willing."

Lida smiled thankfully and tried to say a few grateful words that stuck in her throat, but it was all the same—the gentleman who had hired her, Mr. Simpson, had turned away, and from that moment forgot her as completely as if she had never lived.

She was engaged at his house, and soon learned how to cook city diet in a way acceptable to the family. She could wash and iron, sweep and clean, and in a month Mrs. Simpson told all her friends what a treasure she had in the-, new girl.

The new girl could do other things— sew and embroider, sing very sweetly, play the melodeon prettily, read and recite better than either Belle or Maud Simpson, and had lovely cultivated thoughts about the people and relation of one human being to another. But the family never knew it. They did not even appreciate the fact that she spoke beautiful English and had refined manners. She was the daughter of a Scotch minister, and a strong, plain, goodhearted Yankee girl, who, when her young husband became blind was eyes and ears and feet to him till he died leaving a family of younger helpless and dependent children. The father had taught Lida, and in dying he had charged her to help her mother maintain the children. But not in this way. Oh, no! good man as he was, his pride would have revolted at Lida's going into service.

But she, brave little woman, had reasoned it all out. Her education was too erratic to permit of her teaching nhool. Sewing would sooa ruin her health. Other girls lived out. Why should not she?

The fronts of houses are very insincere. They flaunt light and 'style and the appearance of comfort in the face of tlio passer-by. The skeleton is in a back part of the house—a closet that has no stained glass windows to attract attention.

Lida lived in the kitchen she worked alone all day, feeding upon herself. Mrs. Simpson did not scold or interfere unless something went wrong. Then she did both.

Alas, how easily things go wrong. She could excuse them for herself or her children, but not for the "servant within her gates." Lida had a letter from her mother saying that little Benny had broken his wrist, and cried all one night for sister Lida. Then she cried, and the coffee browned too much, and Mrs. Simpson scolded her severely. She sent every dollar home and wore her summer clothes all winter. Then she did a very dishonest thing. She wore the ironing blanket under her thin shawl when she went out one bitter night to buy the yeast for the breakfast muffins. Mrs. Simpson came into the kitchen and saw the lining of poverty. "Perfectly shameful," she said, "wearing my things out in that manner. I pay you enough to buy a warm shawl every uaonth. What do ron spend your money for?"

Lida did not say. The next morning the muffins were light, but not her heart. It was heavier than lend. She sung softly under her breath: "Dare to do right—dare to be true."

Then she changed it to: •There's a land that is fairer than day." Tt seemed to help her, and she forgot the wearying rub-a-dub-dub of the washboard and sung higher. Mrs. Simpson looked in: "Lida, stop singing. It is enough to set any one crazy to hear that dismal tune. I never allow my hired girls to sing."

After that she sang only in her heart. "You area dear, good girl," wrote her mother, "and I am so glad you like your place and that the people are kind to •you. We should have starved this winter but for you."

When Lida read this letter sha laid her head down on the kitchen table and cried. All the inanimate things, that were her only companions, seemeS to be sorrv for her. The stove shone warm and bright, the room looked cosy, but, oh! it was not Jhome—home, where mother and Benny and the rest loved her. She read chapter in the little Bible, went to the small, dark, dreary room that exists in most houses as a sort of catch-all, and is known as the girl's room, and there by her narrow bed asked of God that "peace which toweth as a river."

It came to her sooner than she expected. Mrs. Simpson sent for her family physician one morning and said: '•Doctor, I am in such trouble- My kitchen girl seems threatened with a fever, I have sent Maud and Belle awsy,

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and want you to tell me just what to do?" The doctor followed Mrs. Simpson to the rear apartment where Lida slept. The room was cold and fnll of the odor of cookings.

The girl lifted her weary head_from its scant pillow and looked at biin with shining eyes. "It is so beautiful here," she said, in a. faint voice "the sun shines and it is never cold. Hark! that is father's voice! and they are all so kind here. Oh, Mrs. Simpson, have I overslept myselfLet me get up. I will never forget again!" "Delirious," said the doctor, with his finger on her pulse. "Most be sent to the hospital at once." "I knew you could advise me, doctor," said Mrs. Simpson, gratefully. "Such trouble as I had to teach that girl, and now when she can do anything and knows I depend upon her, she has to go and get sick. It's all her own fault, too, for she would' not wear comfortable clothing." "Has she any people asked the doctor in an abstracted manner. "I'm sure I don't know," answered her mistress "I really never thought to ask her."

The old mother waited long for a letter, but none came. One day a cheap little trunk with a few poor clothes" in it was left at the depot Benny saw it and ran home with shining eyes. "It's Lida, mother! It's sister Lida!" cried the boy. "Oh, goody, goody!" "God be thanked!" said the mother reverently.

Alas! she never came. A kind nurse at Harper hospital wrote the poor mother of Lida's brief sickness and happy, unconscious death.

But she did not say that the mistress for whom she hud so faithfully worked had left her to die alone among strangers that she had struggled with home-sickness and failing strength, and no helping* hand had been lifted to lighten her burdens that she had gone poorly clad to feed the loved ones at home, or that at the last she slept in the potter's field, unrecognized save of God.

Oh, woman, merciless to your own sex, swift to condemn, slow to- defend, who shall say God will not hold you responsible for these untrained souls committed to your care in the day when He maketh up His jewels? Set the gates ajar to your hearts and bid them enter. Make their drudgery divine. For often these faithful, tireless ones silence your grand pieans of self-praise in mission work by the small, still voice of their daily song: "Humble need, humble deed,

To the heights of heaven lead."

Sam Ward's Love Letters. New York Tribune. "j. Many a billet-doux went to and fro in Uncle Sam's early courting days, and every sort of weather from May to December was manifested in the missives. But finally, the courtly gallant won, and Miss Astor was bis bride. In a sentimental moment, just to show how much moie intense man's love is than that of woman can ever be, the bridegroom produced all the letters he had ever received from his sweetheart. But the look of triumph on his face hid not long survive a tiny key was turned, a drawer was opened, and there, packed in most compact fashion, were uncovered to his gaze all the lines he himself had written. The head of the Ward family might not have changed his mind about the superiority of masculine affection, but there was a cessation of hostilities on that line from that day forth. That isn't all of the story, though, nor all of the philosophy. Those love letters were carefully assorted, compared date by date, and then, each preceding its answer, they were bound together in a mighty volume. A stranger would have found them interesting enough to idle time away upon and they of the inner circles, how they would have gloated over the bon-bons! Not all of those epistles, however, were loadeddown cargoes of sentiment and affection. Some lovers quarrel sometimes. That was the exceptional sort of loV' ers that Mr. Ward and Miss As tor happened to be. Sara^ he was proud of his sarcasm Miss Astor, she had the right to be. The result was that clashings, when they came, lacked nothing in animation. But the sweet and the bitter were bound there between the covers together. "And"—this is what Prince Sam is quoted in after days as saying—"there was infinite fun and infinite good in that old book of ours, with its tell-tale record of our criss-cross courtship. It made many an eveningmerry— all for ourselves. It wafted away many a cloud, for never could a difference arise that would not give way before the materialized recollection of some one of our tiny difficulties come and gone. Old quarrels, old love quarrels that are settled, at least—always are tinged with the crispest sort of humor. And never did one of us get cloudy but out came that inevitable volume, find old-time battles provoked risibility thai was death to all threatened ill-humor in the present. That book was worth a fortupe to iis. When she died it was the most sacred possession left me. Its creation was the happiest thought of my life."

A Young Lady's Advice.

Irish Paper. A young lady at a party at Bebington the other night gave the following advice to a young man in reference to the use of big words In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentementalities, and philosophical, psychological observations, beware of platitudious ponderosity. Let your conversational communications possess a rarified consciseness, a compact comprehensibleness, a coalescent consistency and a concatenated cogency. Eschew all conglomerations of flatulent garrulity and jejune babblements. Let your extemporaneous descantings and unpremeditated expatiations hav^ unintelligibility, psittaceous bacinitv, ventriloquil verbosity. Shun double entendress, pestiferous profanity, obscurant or apparant. In other words talk plainly, briefly, naturally, sensibly, truthfully, purely. Say what you mean, mean what yon say, and don't use big words.

At Queen Victoria's Reception. There is nothing royal or impressive about the preliminaries to a presentation to Queen Victoria. The attendance is, strange to say, not limited, and the ladies have to encounter the crush of an eager mob, which acts very much as it would at the pit entrance to a boxing match. The struggle at the barrier separating the waiting-rooms are appalling the women apparently maddened by the probability that before they reach the throneroom "the queen will have retired, press forward, rustling, panting and chattering. so that hair gets disordered, skirts and trains are torn and ostrich feathers and jewels are lost.

Cook Shops in Persia.

In every large town in Persia cook shops abound. Sheep are roasted whole in ovens and sold hot by the slice. The sheeps' heads and feet are boiled separately, and their preparation and sale is a trade in itself. But the edible most in favor among all classes in Persia is the kabab. There are two varieties of kabab. One is made from minced mutton, which is chopped with a few onions into a paste fine as sausage meat, carefully molded over a skewer, toasted over a fierce charcoal fire, and sold and eaten hot. This is the kabab of the bazaar, the delicacy of the lower cl

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MIDNIGHT DUEL,

Stood There Stone Dead —A Romantic Story or tbe Late War, Vouched For by an Old Soldier—Very Singular Case or

Death in Position. "There is no doubt," said an old soldier to a repoiter of the Athens (Ga.) Banner, "that many singular things occur as we journey through lifeand he looked as though memory was struggling with some sad feature of his existence. He sighed as he continued "I remember as though it were yesterday the march of Hill's corps along the windiog Shenandoan np to the famous Luray Gap. Who could ever forget that march? The road winding with the beautiful river and overhung with the magestic chain of Blue Bidge Mountains, while across the crystal water the magnificent valley, with its charming cottages dot'Ing the beauteous land with white-like balls of snow robed in flowers. But the mo6t engaging and lovely objects paled into insignificance besides the peerles women of this blessed country, and you may well believe that when the camp was struck the soldiers lost no time in making their way to the surrounding cottages. Soon the music of the violin was heard, and the shuffling feet keept time to the music, while, for a time, the soldier's face was lit with old-time joy. At one of these cottages the belle of the valley reigned supreme, while several southern soldiers vied with eich other in paying homage to the queen. Among others were two young soldiers—one from Georgia and the other from Mississippi— who were especially energetic in their attentions, and so marked had this become that those present watched the play with constantly increasing interest, fully believing that both exhibited a case of love at first sight. This surmise on the part of those present was only too true, as the tragic events which followed fully proved. The Georgian seemed to have tne lead on the

Mississippian, and when the dancers were called to take their places he led *the belle of the valley to a place in the set. At this point the Mississippian was seen to approach the couple ana heard to claim the lady's hand for the dance. An altercation ensued, but both were brave soldiers—two of the best shots in the army—who did not believe in a war of words. So it was.ended by the Georgian dancing with the lady: and the significant remark of the Mississippian that 'I will see you after this set" "When the dance was over the Georgian was seen to seek the Mississippian, and together they each called a friend from the crowd and departed. When outside both claimed that an insult had been passed, which could only be wiped out in the blood of the other, and that a duel to the death should be arranged at once. A full moon was just appearing above the tops of the surrounding forest, and I tell you this talk of blood in the silence of the night was anything but pleasant. No argument, however, would avail with these men. So it was arranged that the duel should take place on tlm top of the

Blue Ridge, near the center of the road that passes through the gap that the weapons should be pistols at fifteen paces, and to fire at or between the words 'one, two, three,' firing to continue until one or both were dead. "The point was reached, the "ground measured off, and the men took their positions without a tremor. The moon shed rw ptne rrgm aowiron scene never to forgotten. A moment or two and tfi§ silence was broken by the signal, 'One, two, three.' At the word 'one' the report of two pistols rang out on the midnight air, but the principals maintained their respective positions. The Georgian's left arm was seen to drop closer to the side but the Mississippian whb immovable and still held his pistol to the front. Again a pistol shot was heard coming from the Georgian, and the Mississippian still held his position, but he did not fire. The Georgian protested that he did not come there to murder him, but no answer was returned. The Mississippian's second approached his principal and found him dead, shot through the eye on the first discharge of the weapons. Death it seems had been instantaneous, so much so as not even to disturb his equilibrium. I may forget some things, but the midnight duel on the top of a spur of the Blue Ridge, with its attendant circum stances, is not one of them."

A Natural Inference, Perhaps. San Francisco Chroniclo. There is a young lady in town who feels that Bhe made a mistake. She is sweet 17, and very girlish looking. The other day she met a young gentleman who is rather slim and not very imposing in appearance. He looks young, too, "Oh," she said, "do please come with me. I am going to find a servant somewhere on Minna street. I wish you would accompany me, for I don't know where I have to go."

He was only too glad, and between them they discovfred the house where the servant girl was to be found. They were ushered into the parlor, and presently a stout, buxom Irishwoman appeared "You are the woman who wants a situ ation ?". "Yes, miss." "Well, our family is very small. There are only three."

The Irish woman gazed at the girlish figure and at the slim young gentleman twirling his hat in his hands. "Three, begorra! And how old might the baby be?"

An Old Fire-Horse Hears the Bells. Philadelphia Times. Until a few years ago the .Eagle Fire company's hose-carriage horse Harry was the speediest and best trained in the Trenton service. A younger animal being purchased, the company sold Harry to George Lawton, a well-known saloonkeeper, who wanted to Gse him only when taking his family out driving. This afternoon George and his grandson were driving Harry, who was hitched to a fall top buggy. Suddenly the fire bells rang out an alarm. Harry's ears stood up, and he began to prance. When an engine rattled up behind Mr. Lawton lost all control of the lines. Harry went up the street on a wild gallop, and passed three engines within as many blocks. Flushed with triumph, as it were, the old steed took a run in on the pavement, and scattered a crowd of Sunday promenaders. Then darting out on the road again, he brought the carriage up against a horsecar with a shock. Lawton and his grandson were thrown from the carriage, which was now a wreck. The boy escaped with bruises, but Lawton's left colar-bone was broken, and he is so seriously injured internally that there are doubts of his recovery.

A Parricid" Contesting His Father's Will. ~y Greensburg Democrat.

Perhaps the most interesting will case that has ever been brought before the Westmoreland County Courts is set down as the first case in the Common Pleas at the coming May term. It is the alleged will of John McCaulay, late of Eell Township, who was killed by hi* son, Samuel, on August 6,1883, who is now serving sentence in the penitentiary for that crime. The estate of the deceased is estimated as worth between $20,000 and $30,000, and 8am is cut off with $1. It is at his instance that the contest will be made. By whom it was written appears to be a mystery. The

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heirs maintain that they do not remember, and all efforts thus »ar put fail*to discover the scrivener. The witnesses to the will are Jacob M. Hine, Thomas M. McCahen and Andrew Welsh, the two latter now being dead. The t«tator was unable to write and made his mark. A curious circumstance is a rather striking simularity in the signatures of all the witnesses, and the name of John McCaulev, as written in connection with "his mark." Hine, the surviving witness, we believe, maintains that he affixed his signature while riding by the McCauley household, without dismounting or being acquainted with the contents of the paper. He thinks that the signature which appears on the will was written by himself. Mr. Flack, pf Pittsburg, an expert in the detection of erasures and forgeries, iu testifying as to the signatures thought they were not genuine.

A Babbling Brooke.

The Philadelphia News tells several humorous incidents in the life of Charles W. Brooke, the witty counsellor who formerly kept the Philadelphia bar in a constant roar by his queer pranks and merry sayings, and who is about to return from bis self-enforced absence in New York from his native home. They are talking about makipg Brooke the successor of Sunset Cox in the United States congress. He is now residing in Cox's district, and lately has gained the favor of Tammany, which organization controls the nomination. Brooke has been away about ten years. He and that other famous wit, John P. O'Neill, shook Philadelphia dust from their shoes simultaneously. In New York he quickly amassed fame and monoy. His last visit to Philadelphia was about two weeks ago, and he then gave evidence of the fact that his humor has not been impaired by years of absence. He was sitting in the cafe of the Hotel Bellevue enjoying a lunch. At its conclusion he placed a cigar between his teeth, but found he had no match to light it. He rapped for a waiter. None came. He rapped again. A garcon rushed throngh one doorway and quickly out through another. At a third and more impatient rap, a waiter dragged himself wearily toward the table. Without a shade of annoyance upon his face Brooke calmly said "King for a district telegraph boy." The call was sounded, and with unmoved imperturbability the counsellor, for one-quarter of an hour, awaited the appearance of the great American sloth, the cigar remaining unlighted. Finally the boy arrived, whistling. He was directed to Brooke. When he reached the table,the lawyer said, without the suspicion of a smile: "Boy, bring me a match."

An anecdote is told of him just before he left Philadelphia, ten years ago. The new court house had just been built. In the old building visitors walked directly from the pave into the court room, but in the new structure they had to mount a stairway that took the breath from the old fellows. Brooke was standing at the top of these steps when a well known counsellor, who is still mainly celebrated for the malodorous character of his breath, came toiling up the stairway. As he reached the top he halted and pantingly said: "Ah, Mr. Brooke, I have lost my breath I"

Like a flash Brooke extended his right hand and ejaculated: "Thank God! Let me congratulate you."

Brooke for a time lived at Eighth and Locust streets, in the building now occu -pioJ-iy J?apn-ialuh TfLfhisjibojip hi returned at an unseemly liaur one high under circumstances that would have justified bitter reproaches from the partner of his bosom. Being a peaceful man, he desired to avoid a scene, and so the moment he entered his wife's room he began to soliloquize aloud-: "Oh! you foul fiend, to thus come in this abode of bliss. Oh! you fiend incarnate, to thus remain away from that fair woman, whose only thought is of yon. Oh! you villain at heart, does not yeur conscience reproach you?" Mrs. Brooke was awake, as he well knew, and heard this apostrophe. The domestic volcano was stilled for a moment. Then approaching the bedside, and gazing down upon his wife, who quickly closed her eyes, he began again: "Look, heartleES monster!

Look upon that face and form so fair and wonder that you are not stricken with paralysis for running away from her side." The ludicrousness of the scene was too much. Mr. Brooke broke forth in laughter and peace spread her white wings above the domestic fireside.

Returning long after midnight on another occasion to this long-forbearing lady, Brooke's corapanion said to him: "What will you say to your wife?" "I'll say 'goodmorning,'"he answered, "and she"ll say the rest.

An Artist With a Head for Business. Boston Courier. One of the most promising of the younger artists in Boston has a wealthy father who opposed his son'B art aspirations, and wanted him to devote himself to business instead. The boy, however, was determined to study art abroad, and finally the father compromised. He was a large western dealer in cattle, and sold his son, on credit, but at a pretty stiff market price, a small herd of choice cattle, with the stipulation that the boy should take them to Liverpool to sell. The profits on the transaction, if any, he coula have to pay his expenses while studying abroad, but if he lost money he should return home and go into business.

The boy brought the cattle to Boston, shipped them from here to Liverpool, going on the same steamer with them, reached that port in nine days, struck a good market, sold out in one day at a big profit, cabled a check to his father for the amount of his loan, and in less than a week, with the profits of his transaction in his pocket, was in Paris, studying, where he was able to remain two years. His pluck and his present success have so pleased his father that the latter now says, "Go back and continue your studies whenever you get ready, and call on me for what funds you want."

Fruit From Other Lapds The total value ofthe green iruit received in New York by importation during the past year amounts to $5,067,851, while the duties received aggregated §690,882.41. The increase in value over 1883 is $332,494, with a decrease in customs duties of $54,482.33. There was increase in all the principal varieties imported except in oranges from the Mediterranean, the falling off in that line of importation being probably due to the increased production of tbis fruit in the south as well as the constantly growing supply from the West India islands. The fruit from nearer home is just as good and arrives in a much better conditiori.

Children in the White Housei Colonel and Mrs. Lamont, upon the invitation of the president, took up their abode at the White House, last Wednesday. It has been many years since the voices of young children were heard within the walls of the Executive Mansion. Colonel Lamont's little ones are always delighted when they are permitted to play with their dolls in the great East Boom. These little misses are probably 2 and 4 years old, yet they are not the least timid or shy, and their bright, pretty faces and childish glee are said to be greatly enjoyed by the president after hit day's wore is done. It is said that he sometimes indulges in a romp with them in the main corridor.

A SILVER CLINCHER.

How SenatoT Joan Knocked Oat a Group or Gold-bugs. Carson Index.

Senator Jones told a good story the other evening on his arrival in Nevada on the subject of the standard dollar. It illustrates the incidents and questions which surround the struggle for himetalisin. A few days ago the senator was in one of the cloak-rooms of the senate, chattering with his conferees on various topics, when, as usual, his own senatorial hobby came to the front. Senators Hoar, Morrill, Edmunds and others called him to account for being the advocate of a silver dollar of the alleged value of only 85 cents. The senator is quite capable of taking care of himself in a rough-and-tumble encounter on the main question, but an incident occurred which was as timely as effectual. A page from the senate chamber handed him a telegram, with the information that the messenger was standing without awaiting the 15 cents charge. This was the opportunity. Assuming a most important attitude, the senator produced a silver dollar and directed the page to settle the bill in the following manner: "You will inform the messenger that here is a silver dollar which the majority of the senators present claim is worth only 85 cents. If he agrees with them 1 shall only expect 70 cents change. If be supposes its value is 100 cents, I shall expect 85 cents in change." The page went on his errand and returned with S5 cents change: whereupon the senator asked an explanation. "Tell me, boy," faid he, "what that messenger bov_said?

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The third week in July cholera infantum came to assist in the destruction of life. It was the hottest and dryest week of the year, the temperature reaching a maximum of 94°. with not a drop of rain and only two days when the sun was not shining in all his strength. The deaths for the seven daysnumbered, from cholera, 183 and from choler infantum, 145. The scourge continued to increase until the first week in August, when it reached its height, with a death record of, cholera, 302 cholera infantum, 141. The decrease thereafter was slow, and for weeks the victims were numbered in the hundreds. Early in September the contagion divided itself into cholera, cholera infantum, cholera morbus, diarrhcea and dysentery, life weather continued very warm through October, and even in November the temperature averaged as high as 64°. The last death from cholera occurred dui ing the first week of December. An epidemic of scarlet fever followed for a few weeks, with an average resulting death rate of seventeen persons a week. The first four months of the cholera year there was a small pox epidemic, during which 399 persons died from its effects. The mortality of New York city for the year 1854 was 29,247. v*

Lawyer's Fees.

New York Sun. The contest over the will of Millionaire Jesse Hovt broke out in a new place yesterday. Ashbel Green sat in his office in the Equitable Building as referree to determine what value out to be put upon the services of Lawyer Aaron Kahn, Miss Mar/ Irene Hoyt's original counsel in the contest. Mr. Kahn and Mr. Robert Sewell, his counsel, expect to prove Mr. Kahn's claim to $100,000, in addition to $30(000 already received, but, as is avouched, almost entirely expended in disbursements and retainers to senior counsel, including BoscoeConk]ing, Gen. Butler and his associate, Frank f. Dupignac, however, are inclined to think that Mr. Kahn has been sufficiently paid with his share of the $30,000.

Mr. Kahn testifies that between September, 1882, and March 20, he was almost continuously engaged in the service pf Miss Hoyt and her mother. lie secured the witnesses who have testified for the contestant before the surrogate. Almost as soon as he was retained he suggested that Roscoe Conkling be engaged as senior counsel. Mrs. and Miss Hovt called, with him, upon ex-Senator Conk-

"Did that interview result the retention of. Senator Conkling?" asked Mr. Sewell. "Ought not my learned brother to say, in preference, in"the retaining of Senator Conkling?" suggested General Butler. "That depends, general," rejoined Mr. Sewell, smiling, "upon how you interpret a retainer. We taice it to mean, in New York,'Getall you can and holdall you've got.'" "Ah, indeed," was General Butler's rejoinder. "We hold down east to the original idea of a retainer. The regular retainer was, in old England, a guinea,, unless a lawyer was retained out of his circuit Then he received a special retainer." "They'reall special retainers, general, Mr. 8ewell replied, "in New York." "That's good news," was General Butler's answer, "the best I've heard to-day."

Mississippi River Pilots For Egypt. St. Paul Piooeer-Prees. M. C. Euasell, of Lake City, has been appointed agent of tbe British government to engage a number of river pilots for services on the Nile. Several north-

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plied: "Yes, sir. I told him about the change and what the senators thought abont the silver dollar. He said that 'them old duffers were the bigs^st fools he 6ver heard of.' He was willing to take the silver for a dollar, and his only trouble was that he couldn't getenough of them."

The coterie of Senator Jones' senatorial companions had awaited the denouement, nad tacitly consented that the teleboy should decide the discussion. ..Hen tlie result was announced they were speechless, and incontinently gave up .the game. Senator Jones had won his point. He delivered to them a lecturje. which was to the effect that silver is the money of the poor, and that their faith in it could not be broken by any of the refinements of Wall street financiers. While comical, it was nevertheless a most impressive incident, and confronted the grave and reverend seigniors. One fact is worh a thousand theories. people may become mere peasant they are not fools. Even eflete old accepts silver as a precious metal.

western pilots entered that service last year, and were so much more satisfactory than any pilots the government had ever engaged that Mr. Russell has been deputised to import a dozen more. He spent yesterday with General Fowler, and has already secured the services of six. They will be paid $150 a month and all expenses from the time they leave America until they return. The time of service is oue year, the government reserving the right to extend to eighteen months. They are to run on transport steamers on the ^ile, a number of which are building similar to our river steamers.

Woman's Rights in Detroit. Detroit Free Press. "Cau you tell me where I can find a justice of the peace?" she asked of a pedestrian on Michican avenue yesterday. "Yes'm. Down Griswold street one block and then turned into the alley." "Thanks. A marriage by a justice is legal, isn't it?" :v "Oh, res." "Just as legal outside his office as in?" "Certainly.''

She was evidently a widow. She weighed about 115 pounds, bit off her words like a straw cutter at work, and when she walked her heels clicked on the pavements in away that talked of business. In ten minutes she had a justice in tow, and in ten more the two entered a shoe factory where thirty or forty men were at work. WTiile the justice took chair in the office the woman entered tae working room, passed down to the lower end, and, as she halted before a man of 40 who was running a pegger, she said: "William, I've got a justice of the peace in the office. Come!"

He turned whiter than flour niade by' the patent roller process, and she took him by the sleeve and continued: "No fooling, William—come right along!"

He followed her without a word, and as they reached the office she clasped his baud and said to the justice:. "Go ahead, and marry us."

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New York Times. Daniel Draper, l?h. D., of the Meteororlogical Observatory at Central park, has issued a report of registers from his selfrecording instruments, to which are ap1 pended the weekly meterorological and death records of New York city for the "cholera year," 1854. In view of the possihility that the disease may return during the coming season the facts presented are of interest. The scourge first appeared in the last days of May, and for the week ending June 3. 12 deaths out of a mortality of 415 were at tribed to cholera. The weather of the week Jiad been^deliirhUul. The temperature averageu 64 and .at no ttnwr vavwM 77°, while five out of the seven days were fair. The epidemic spread so rapidly that for the last week in June it victims numbered 78, making a total number of deaths since its breaking out of 202. During the first week in July not a drop of rain fell. The temperature was exceedingly variable, ranging from 60° to 92°, with an average «f 81°. The mortality for the week was greater than for any previous seven days of the year, reaching 701 deaths, ninty-seven of which were the result of cholera.

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The Graphic. With everybody engaged iri' commei^, and steam and electricity annihilating distance and old distinctions, the civilization of the nineteenth century is settling down to a dead level of monotony. No longer is society divided into picturesque strata by moss-grown superstitions, for this is the age of democracy, and the romantic occupations of the middle ages have slowly passed away. The knight of old is now a merchant and the feudal baron in his mountain fastness has faded in the unromantic broker, or the prosaic city landlord. Amid all this weary sameness there is one figure that stands out a peculiar product of modern civilization, but the most romantic figure in it—the journalist. No man mixes so freely with his fellow creatures and studies so care* fully all sides of life, high and low. The world is his bailiwick, the realms of thought his stamping ground. To the modern reporter space is but a word. He starts as cheerfully to find a Livingstone in Africa as to demonstrate the poroibiHty of the northwest passage. In war he is a centra] figure on tne field he anticipates the movements of armies, makes and unmakes generals, and writes the terms of* capitulation. Statesmen are his puppets and legislative assemblies do his bidding. The torch of science he (lashes into all the crannies and dug holes of nature and art. Nothing is so exaulted, nothing so trivial, but that it merits his attention and criticism. This romantic figure is the knight errant of the nineteenth century, the Black Prince of modern civilization, and all else is of the earth, earthy.

The Darkey and the Crab.

Macon Messenger. A St. Simon's fourteen-year-old darkey came to grief as follows: While fishing in the river a large crab took his hook and pulled him in. When just at the surface of the water, fearing he might lose the very much desired crustacean, the darky inadvertently slipped his hand under the hook and crab in order the more certaintly to secure the prize. No sooner done than the crab, with his largest claw, closed in on Cuffee's forefinger. This was a dilemma, but Coffee forcibly thought himself equal to the emergency, and caught the crab's daw between his firm-set teeth. .At this time the crab fastened his other claw into Cuffee's flat nose. The state of things so paralyzed hiui that he bellowed loudly for help. His waitings brought to his assistance a kind-hearted gentleman passing by, who, with some stones, crushed the crab's claws, thus relieving him from his predicament and pain.

David Davis' Advice to a Yoang Lawyer. Cleveland Leader.

A young lawyer friend of mine from Chicago, about to be admitted to the supreme court, a«ked ex-Justice David Davis for his advice in regard to his conduct on the occasion of his first case. The judge replied: "Youneed not be afraid to speak before the supreme court, and if one of those duffers in a toga interrupts you in the midst of an argument by some irrelevant question, don't get frightened and spoil your argument by stopping to answer him. Just say quietly, 'Excuse me, your Honor, but I will reach that by and by,' and if Vou don't reach it, it" won't matter. You need not be afraid that you will be called up to answer it after yon have taken your seat." The young man took his advice, and gained his case last week.

Lamont as Prime Minister,

Washington Special. Colonel lAmont is almost more of a counselor and advisfr to the president than any of the cabinet officers, and is most frequently known as prime minister. The president defers to his judgment more than to the recommendations of all the politicians, and if the officeseekers had mad* the private secretary the point of wily attack most of them might be sitting in tlie places of power now. During Colonel. Lamont's recent illness it has been familiarly said thai the administration had come to a stand-still, and President Cleveland was all adrift without his confidential adviser at hand. Having the convalescent- at the White House now, be can be daily appealed to, and things will move on again.

The Administration Has "A® Organ." Pittsburg Chronicle. The newspaper toys in Washington are thoroughly disgnsted with one of the "reforms" introduced by the Cleveland administration. All official information is withheld from correspondents until it appears in the official newspaper organ, ayard and the other cabinet miaistan denying admission to all scclceis «fter news except those connected with the Washington sheet. This is a .first-rate way to make the administration unpopular, and it will be done.

'William H. Vanderbilt both chewed and smoked tobacco in his younger daysIt i» said to be thirty yaars now, however, since he used the weed "in any fovm. careless

^BURIED ALIVE.

A Detailed Accoupt of the Snow-Silide Tragedy by Which Ten Young Colorado Miners Lost their Live*. ... Chicago Tribune.

Sunday, April 26, the Tribune published in a special dispatch a brief account of the disastrious snow-slide in tbe Tennessee pass, between Leadville and Bed Cliff, Colo., by which eleven miners were buried alive. The following letter from a correspondent near the scene of the disaster gives the story in fuller detail: "We have just had a terrible disaster in this neighborhood, which has caused the death of ten persons. About six miles west of here and in plain sight there is a lofty range of mountains which rises many hundred feet above the line of arborescence. Up in this range, and on the side of a high peak known as the 'Homestake Peak' is located the 'Homestake' silver mine. It is oneof the oldest mines in this part of the country, having been opened some fifteen years ago. About December 1st last a party of ten young men procured a lease on this mine, and moved in supplies of provisions, clothing, ammnnition, and tools to last them through the winter. A few days ago some friends of these men, who live in Leadville, began to think that a considerable time had elapsed since any of the boys at Homestake had been in town. So two of these friends concluded to go out the next day (Friday,

April 24) and carry their mail, of which there was an accumulation at the Lead ville postoffice. They arrived about noon near or at the spot where they supposed the mine to be located, and, finding no habitation or signs of life, thought they must have missed their way and failed to find the proper place. Returning, they stopped at the first house on their way to Leadville and informed the proprietor there that they had failed to find the mine and the habitation of their frien.ds, and mti9t have missed their way. This proprietor, however, being well acquainted with the locus of the mine and buildings

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the conclusion that the buildings at the mine had been swept away by a snowslide and all the parties living there killed, and determined to go early next morning and see for himself. He started out at 5 a. m. from his place, which is eight miles from the mine, and, arriving two hours later where he knew the house should be, could see no vestiges of it. Returning to his home he came to town immediately and telegraphed to parties in Leadville the result of his search, and asked that men be sent next day with proper tools to dig in the deep snow for the missing miners. The evening of the dav that it became known that these miners were missing I sent out four men to make search for them, thinking that they might only have been entombed a few days before, and that possibly some of them might be found alive. This party arrived at the place where they knew the house should be found at 10 p. m., but could find no traces of the house or its inhabi tants. They found the ore house intact, but its doorways were so fillet! with snow that they could not gain an entrance through'them. They succeeded in getting in by breaking a window, and were satisfied that no work had leen done there for many weeks. They reported to ine next morning that the place had evidently been deserted many weeks before The same evening large searching and rescuing party was organized in leadville, at whose disposal the railioad superintendent placed a special train

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the supposed disaster. One member of the party knew the exact spot where the house should be, and they commenced digging in the deep snow immediately on their arrival. When they had dug down some twelve feet they came to the roof of the house, which had fallen in and killed all the inmates. From the ruins they exhumed ten bodies, all in an advanced state of decomposition. As the dead miners were all clad in their nightclothes it was evident that the calamity which put an end to theis- earthly career overtook them when wrapped in slumber. A sealed letter was found on the table in the room in which all the bod'es were discovered addressed to a girl in Ohio, a cousin of the writer. This letter was dated February 20, and states that the writer had commenced it the evening before closing it. This fact goes to prove hat the unfortunate miners had been entombed more than two months before they were found." —.

Last Days of Peg Woffiiijfton. AustinDobson in ftlagasine of Art. Her last days were passed quietly and decorously at Teddington, where she owned or rented a house, still recognized by a not too insistent tradition at Udney Hall. In the little Georgian church hard by, whose incumbent at that date was the "plain Parson Hale[s]," of Pope, arigorist who still compelled the transgressor among his parishioners to do public penance for his sins, is a neat mural monument to "Margaret Woffington, Spinster," and next the grave yard is a picturesque row of buildings with dormer windows, which pass as "Margaret Woffington cottages." These, it is said, were built for alms-houses by the onoefamous stage-queen in her beneficent retirement. Unhappily, in spite of CfKeeie't statement to the contrary, she does not seem to have endowed them, and they have now passed into private hands. A writer in "Notes and Queries," from whom some of these particulars are borrowed, and who, above the signature "F. G.," delights in recalling the ana of the last century, points out that Mrs. Woflington's whilom rival and opponent, the Kitty Clive of Walpole and^ Johnson, the clever actress whom Fielding called "the best wife, the best daughter, the best sister, the best friend," lies not very far off in Twickenham. They were fierce enemies in their lives, these two. "No women of high rank," says gossiping Tom Davies, ot Russell street, "ever hated one another more unreservedly than those great dames of the theater.' The honors of war, it appears, generally remained with Mrs. Woffington, who was well-bred, ironic and always mistress of herself, while poor Mrs. Clive, notwithstanding her excellent quality, was as inflammable as touchwood, and therewithal hopelessly crude and violent. Now, "after life's fitful fever, they sleep well" in their peaceful resting places by the Thames and the pilgrim of to-day may easily walk from one grave to the other.

She Knows,

A lady corresdondent gives the following instructive hints on the all-important subject of popping the question: "Never propose to a giri who has been out driving the day or the evening before with another man. Women have not the versatility of men, and eannot as readily tnrn from one object to another. Never propose to a woman who has recently rejected some one else. Woman is naturally sympathetic, and in refusing proffered love she instinctively, almost unconsciously, devotes herself to a life of celibacy. She should be carefully warched until the reaction takes place, and then she becomes even better prepared than before to lend attention to a declaration. If she has been engaged and the relation has been

.dissolved, the lover rarj even lie a little continent, where «anl«ss in the selection of his time. To ^passed for genuine

a girl once engaged an engagement become a necessity, and stands prepared at almost any moment to listen favorably to an advantageous proposition. To pro* pose to a girl in her own home in the afternoon is madness, and if the excursion fails the inevitable deduction is that for such a girl the evening is the only time that promises any possibility of success. It is a work of supererogation to dwell on evening declarations. Every man understands them, and he has only to make the most cursory examination as'to the health of the subject before entrusting his ambition to words.

STORY OF A BOTTLE.

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I^iv«-Lett«r from irfUtocean Reacheii It* DentinatioB. A sea captain, says the Boston Herald, relates that on June 4,1884, the schooner R. Bowers, Captain Thompson, bound to Gloucester from Messina, was pitching about in along ocean swell in latitude 42 deg 4ti min, longitude 60 deg 47 min. We had made a good run thus far, but on this particular day struck a dead calm. There was little to do, except to watch the vessel and whistle for wind, and several schemes were invented by the officers to pass away tlie time. The second mate of the schooner, Mr. Cruikshank, had left a sweetheart at home, and uaturally his mind drifted across the watery waste to her bright eyes. Noticing his preoccupied manner, thecaptain'B wife suggested that he send his love a message from the sea. The idea seemed a good one. He wrote a note, inclosed it in an envelope, addressed it to the young lady at Big Brook, Cape Breton, inclosed the whole in a bottle, and threw it overboard.

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Deciding Against the Amendment—A Justice of the Peace Who Was a Bigger Man Than the Supreme Court. Virginia (Ncv.) Enterprise.

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There was great speculation at the time as to where the bottle would bring up but in a few hours a breeze sprung up and, in working the vessel, all thoughts of tbe bottle and its eonUrais were forgotten. The schooner in due tiine arrived in Gloucester, and Mr. (. ruikshank started for Cape Breton. His arrival was expected, but astonishment may be imagined when his lady love brought forth the identical bottle "which the mate had thrown into the sea, and produced the note contained therein. The story of the drift was a singular one. It had been picked np on the shores of the Little Dover bay, on the east end of Nova Scotia,, after a drift of forty-one day's duration, and the tinder sent it to the young lady. Another singular circumstance connected with the finding of the bottle was the fact that the finder turned out to be a near relative of Mr. Cruikshank, although they never had seen each other. .,,

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The recent decision of Justice Mygatt, out at Pizen Switch, declaring the new anti-treating law to be unconstitutional, calls to mind a somewhat similar accident which transpired in the early days '-j of the Comstock. It was in 1867, when Pembroke Murray was Justice of the peace, Pat Lannan constable, and Mark Feeny deputy constable. A case came up in which the rights of property was the issue involved, and under the rule of those days the trial had to be conducted before the constable, therefore Pat Lannan acted in the capacity of the Justice.

Feeny summoned a jury, among whom. was a man. One of the counsel •, objected to this man ou account of his color, and the opposite counsel strenuously argued that there being no other objection, he was as fully qualified, under the provisions of the fourteenth amend- jj. ment, to serve on the jury as any other citizen. A strong discussion followed, and the fourteenth amendment seemed to have the best of it when his Honor, Pat Lannan, brought the matter to a summary conclusion by arbitrarily excusing the juror, refusing to have him on the jury. "But, your honor," exclaimed the attorney, "I protest against this violation of the constitution of the United States. The fourteenth amendment reads—" "Sit down, sir!" roared Pat Lannan. "I declare the fourteenth amendment unconstitutional. Mr. Constable, escort the colored man out of the jury box. Proceed with the case."

This settled the dispute, and, notwithstanding the filed protest of the attorney, the jury was completed without the colored man, and the case went on,

^^Women and Decorative Art. Philadelphia News. Seven years ago the sale of objects of decorative art made by women was almost unknown. Since that time societies of decorative art have been established in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, St. Louis, Buffalo, Rochester and San Francisco. The statistics of these societies show that they have paid for works of decorative art produced by women over half a million dollars by I no means a small amount when the length of time and novelty of the work to tbe American pub-.| lie are considered. There is no class of work for which women who are physically or by circumstances unfitted for "active work in the world are better adapted. Lace-making, painting, embroidering, tapestry weaving, modelling and carving, can be as well done in the mountains of North Carolina as in New York city. Of course, experience is required to know what sort of work is desirable, but the several societies supply that information as far as possible. Provided that a woman has good taste in design, and a deft hand to execute, the field of decorative art affords them rare chances for making names and money^at the least vexation and expense.

The Baby Was There. I The husband of a nervous Chicago lady had occasion to be down town late at night. She didn't want him to think she was jealous, but she determined to t, scare him. One night, or, as he admitted, one morning, he came in quietly and j: with care, so that she might not lie disturbed. She had one eye on him all the while. Iieslipped into bed, and after ai f, hour of feigned sleep he heard his wife get np. It was his time to eye her. He saw her go to the cradle, take the baby j' out and carry it into an adjoining room, Returning, she sought her couch. After awhile she went to sleep and he got up. He went after the baby, brought it back and put it in its place. He weot to bed, |. and some time after she proused him with a scream. The house had been en- I tered by burglars and the baby had bee% kidnapped, and that's what came of his

A distinct mirage was visible at the sea horizon, New London, on Tuesday, and points of land normally below the_ sea line were brought into view at^ elevations of 5 to 10 degrees.

Attorney General Garland sets the em- ii ployes of nis department a good example by doing his own marketing and appearing at the office ready for work precisely at 9 o'clock.

Bogus sovereigns are said to have been made in London recently and sent to tbe continent, where they are more rapidly coin.

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staying out late at night. He said she was mistaken, but she insisted, and the two arose together and rushed to the t, cradle. There was the baby just as he had said. She looked at him and said it wash dream.