Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 October 1885 — Page 3

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POETRY.

#J§ rr4#^ Awxpud

i. How many years it's lain away, Unknown, unread, unseen, The little song I sent on© day

To that great magazine.

'"For I was very young indeed, -v"With hopes of rtey tint:— •, 4 |I thought I e'en might lire to see

little song in print.

But only now, when I am gray, And life is fleeting fast, """The longed for—after long delay— "Accepted" came at last.

And In the Joy it brings to me There forks a mournful doubt If I shall ever learn to see

That little song "come out."

For magazines are freeh and strong, They grow not old and gray And though it's true that "Art is long." 'Tie not so long as they. -But we—we fade! With bitter pain

I learn that well-worn truth. Alas! I shall not live to gain The cherished hope of youth.

I «h»1» not hear my little song. By othen read or sung I feel I cannot live so long—

I am no longer young! —[Robertson Trowbridge, in the Century,

The "Wise Old Han.

A queer old person used to say— And no one dared dispute him— He'd keep the time the proper way

He'd have his clock to suit him.

Whenever he grew drowsy, then, Though daylight still shone bravely, He'd turn the hands around to ten

And don his night cap gravely!

And when he saw the morning snn Peep through the shutters keenly, He'd turn the hands right back to one

And slumber on serenely.

Whenever he was asked to tea, Quite eager to begin it, He'd set the clock at half-past three

And start that very minute.

'Tis said, moreover, when he found His age increasing yearly, fce'd turn the time piece squarely round

And oease to wind it, merely.

Tis rumored, therefore, that, although This very queer old party Was born a hundred years ago,

He's still most hale and hearty! —[Emma A. Opper, in St. Nicholas for October.

CLARA:

By'STSLXiA MASOU.

CHAPTER VII.

A quiet autumn evening—our last evening in the old home for some time. I have been busy all the day, giving Tom instructions concerning what I wish done during my absence, and going over the place to see that everything is in order. Clara has been overseeing tne packing, and Pet has spent the day with her parents.

Such a lovely day it has been! The afternoon shadows are lengthening, and the sunset coolness and beauty are stealing on. "Shall we not walk, uncle?" says Pet. "Yes, if Clara is not too tired, we will ramble over the grounds this last evening." "No, I am not too tired, and will be ready in a few minutes. You and Pet go on, and I Bhall join you at the old elm then we will go to the graveyard on the hill."

We IrS'Tier bidding, saunter down to the old elm, and seat ourselves on the rustic seats that face the sunset.

Pet gazes up at the radiant sky, and Bays, musingly, "It has always seemed to me, uncle, that auntie is too good and beautiful for earth that it would be impossible for her to spend along life-time here, where there is sin, and pain, and when there is a heaven above, which is all goodness, atid beauty, lika herself, and in drawing her constantly into its congenial atmosphere. I always think of auntie when I sing that stateaof a song that I sang this morning: •Oft the earth grows rotagh for treading,

For our darlings' dainty feet. And we lose the golden threading. Hiss the silent month BO sweet.'

I thtnk there are some persons whose feet are too dainty, they themselves too etheria], for treading life's path." "But her life's path has, been strewn with roses," 1 add. "Roses, which, no doubt, had their thorns. How beautiful the sunset is," she adds, as Clara joins us. "Yes, it is all so lovely," says Clara, as she sinks with a sigh of relief and pleas ure on the seat at my side, and drinks in the beauty of the scene.

The sun, a great golden ball, is sinking -t^w in the west. The air is so clear, and the wind is so still, the landscape stretches out qui and distinct as a stereoscopic view.

The forest at the right, the undulating meadows stretching away in front, and the grasses and willows on the bank of the river in the distance, have taken on a cool, dark depth to their green, where they lie in the long sunset shadows, and a bright contrasting tint where the golden light falls on them. jg

The river itself, with the ^""ight falling on it through th® willov /fa the bank, shows, on its rippling ./ace, a leafy mingling of cool shade and gleaming, sparkling light.

The old stone house far at the left, stands out clearly, its wings and turrets forming a grey picture, distinctly outlined on a background of golden tinted azure. Its windows aje radiant with golden "splendors, as though all the sunlight that has fallen on its grey ,11s all this long, bright day, were Stored within, and gleaming through the many windows on this side. Ihe beauty of the whole

Nidscape, with the glory of sunset upon rivaled only by the clouds above I ^Jbyond it.

In the north, wildly strewn about, are rough, jagged heaps of clouds, lesembling snow-capped mountain peaks, gleaming out pure and dazslinglv bright. Nearer ihe sun are finely fringed, airy curtains of vapor, looped up with little bais of golden cloud. The sun itself is floating in a sea of radiance, with flecks of golden foam resting lightly on the suriace. "Nature is smiling so sweetly on our last visit to your mother's grave," says Clara, rising to go. ^he carries a bouquet of fragrant flowers, Which she lays g«ntly on the grave where for four summers "The

grass

has

grown green

Blossomed and faded, ouAacee betwren-

then she turns her face again

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to the

The sun is sj£king lower, lower, begins to hasten but of sight but in going, bequeathes^ the cloud, the landscape, the veryair, such surpassing beauty as makes me almost inclined to hold my breath, to suspend all action, all' thought, and only gaze, gaze, with eyes and soul, at the beauty around.

The landscape, in the

The snow peaks in the north are shifting, changing position but gaining new radiance with every change.. Those curtains seeming to rise and fall with the light breeze thin, airy, showing light and splendor far. behind. The golden bare which hold them in place, have been furnished anew by the sun's parting rays.-. "O how beautiful!" says Clara, and she stretched out her arms half imploringly to the sunset. "It is all so. bright and pure, with no blot on its perfect beauty. That must be like heaven, I think." "See!" says Pet, "the sun, before he drops quickly out of sight behind the horizon, is. taking a last glance along the path he has traveled, and sees it flooded with glory, and strewn with beautiful clouds, with radiance borrowed from his own store." "Like a great, good man, who on the eve of departure, looks back on his lifepath, and sees it radiant with the glory of his own deeds."

Clara gazes steadily at the clouds for a moment, then says, "And suppose, Pet, that in the midst of all that beauty and radiance, up there, darkly outlined against the pure sky, in the clear air, was one single, huge, gloomy cloud, hideous in its shape and coloring, that refused to borrow a single ray from the setting sun, and was only made more gloomy by contrast with the light and beauty around. If that were the case, then how would you follow up your simile?" "I should say that among the noble and grand deeds, there was one of another nature, that stood out distinct and alone a dark deed, that could' not be covered or brightened by all his previous or subsequent achievements. That deed, though' marring, somewhat, the symmetry of the soul, could not destroy all the beauty." "No lover of beauty," I remark, "would slight all the glory of the earth and sky, and rivet the attention oil one spot that was not in harmony. So, no person in sympathy with humanity will rivet the attention on one blot on the fair page of a beautiful life's record." "And the infinite eye, Mervin, would it see any beauty in a life so marred She speaks earnestly, hurriedly. "Can we think of the Infinite, Clara, as being less lenient, less merciful, than ourselves?" "Yes we, having sinned ourselves, can be lenient toward the erring. 'Tis the common brotherhood that links us all together that makes it so easy for us to be lenient." 'And what is that common brotherhood? O believe me, Clara, it is not the

and upward, getting nearer the truth and p^j.

right?" "Yes." "And as they get nearer the truth, must they not get nearer together, and at last become united in the truth "Yes, but, uncle that includes only such a small portion of the human fam ily. The great majority of them are either in total darkness, with never a ray of light from divine truth, or are turning resolutely from the light" "Then you would exclude those from the brotherhood? Is not Longfellow your favorite poet." "Yes, smce you led me to see some of the beauties in his works." "What does he believe in regard to that!" "Why, uncle, I don't remember anyting in his writings—" "Don't you TL~~1 shall refresh your memory. He believes —That in all.agee,

Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms, There are longings, yearnings, strivings, For the the good they comprehend not That the feeble hands, and helpless. Groping blindly in the darkness, Touoh God's right hand in that darkness, And are lifted n^ and strengthened,'

sun-

No, Pet, I cannot agree with you. You say 'total darkness, never a ray of light' do not think so. I believe there is

..a--*.

far from the path of beauty and of duty, in which her feet trod?" A friwh falls on us alL The sunset colors are slowly, fading out of the sky, and, silently one by one, in infinite meadows of heaven, bloom the stars, the forget-me-nots of angels." "Such a sweet, quiet place," says Clara.

soft

light, and

light shadow, that are almost one now, is made more beautiful by the gleaming light on the surface of the river, and in the windows of the mansion, that reflect the glory o£ the sky, where the tints are growing brighter, brighter.

should like to linger here all evening, but the air is getting chill, and prudence says return to the house."

Beluetantly we leave the place, and retrace our steps. As Pet goes on ahead, warbling snatches of song to the moon light, in a subdued tone, Clara sajs, abruptly, "Mervin, if my life were like that sunset we were—" "It is," I say, interrupting her, "pure and beautiful, like the sunset." "No, Mervin, I mean the other, if they were the dark cloud to mar the whole, would you love me less, would you turn from me in disappointment?" "Clara, has my life been so free from error, am I so perfect, that I could brook no fault in another?" "If you knew that I wronged you, had deceived you for four years, could you forgive and forget?" Her voice is low and pleading, her face is pale as death, and the hand that rests on my arm trembles violently. She seems to be laboring under great excitement. •VClara," I answer, "I trust you implicitly. If there is anything in your past life which it would pam you to speak of, I do not care to know it. Let us both forget that you have spoken thus And remember you have lost none of my confidence." I speak thus because I am certain it is only a fancied wrong she has done me no real wrong. And my answer quiets her, as I hoped it would. "Thank you for those words," she says. "Do you remember, Mervin, it is just four years this evening since "Since our marriage," I add. "Yes, I remember." I say it quietly, but I cannot repress a slight shudder, and I dare not look in her eyes, but look instead at the stars that are shining so steadily on. I am almost content now and aim to live only in the present, and "let the dead past bury its dead" but the memory of a few blissful days, when life was so full, and' promised so much, comes to me so much, comes to. me sometimes with a oang and the memory of one night of ntterest anguish, can yet make my very lips turn cold, and my heart seem like lead.

I am relieved when Pet rejoins us. and her chatter soon drives all thought of the past away. But when I have reached my own room, and fallen asleep, with the silver moonlight all around me, that past returns with all its loveliness, with all its intoxicating happiness, bringing with it the sweet vision, and the cherished plans of one brief summer and no whisper from the present breaks the spell.

CHAPTER VIII.

A dull, cool morning, when we start on our journey. A fog is hanging low and the sun, ashamed of the dull morning which comes after such a beautiful moonlight evening, has not made his appearance to claim his kingdom, and be joyfully hailed as ruler of the day.

The gooJS 'ys to the neighbors and servants, have gathered round to see our depart!? 3, are all said, and we axe at Wym our way. It was touching to see th servants gather round Clara,-saying th partings with tears in their eyes, ana beting some slight memento. But at last each has some token from her, each has said the last good-by, and we are driving away: leaving Sally standing in the doorway, ner arms akimbo, and her face the pioture of sorrowful resignation. And gathered around her are the cook, Nina, and all the tenants, whose faces reflect the sorrow without the resignation.

We drive swiftly on, and soon the fog hides the house and the watching group

sin. but the Divinity in us all, that forms from us. The short drive takes up past

the tie, and that tie is ever bringing the human family nearer together." "What a beautiful thought, uncle!" Bays

Pet. "That will be a true .millennium that sees this great, half-chaotic mass, you call humanity, brought Into an intimate union by that tie. Yes," musingly, "that is a beautiful theory, but, truly, uncle, don't you think it only visionary?" "O no, little one! Do you not believe that the world is ever moving onwara yQU

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the wood, past the graveyard with its ghastly monuments, looking so cold, and

grim, and spectral, in the dense fog, past the hill, with a gradual slope on one side carpeted with soft grass, and an abrupt descent on the other side, where only a few sprigs of moss, and tangled, ragged ferns, dot its rough surface. "What a mountain that hill seemed to me in my childhood," I remark. I am with Tom and the baggage and Clara and Pet are with Dr. and Mrs. Newton. 'Yes," he replies, "I remember guidingthe grassy slope, that to you, and leading

to ra

Eere

gged edge, where you woul

over

ith wonder, almost awe, on

your baby face. And do you know your remark made me think of your boyhood troubles you would come to me with your little grievances, that seemed mountains of trouble to your young mind though now you know them to be only mole hills for you have encountered real mountains of trouble, mountains high, and thick, and dark, that you could not go around, could not go through, but must only climb but remember, when the top is reached, you are above the earth, above the clouds, in the

'rrer atmosphere, nearer God. W*~ we are at the station how we came 1 Indeed I hope, Mr. and her voice is husky with •kinu feeling, "that you will encounter no mountains of trouble in that far away land, aod will come back to the old home soon. I shall try to keep it ever reody for you." 'Thank you Tom, you have been more than a servant to me,—a real friend."

The train puffs in, and, amid much bustle, we are all ensconsed for along ride.

The train is slowly steaming out and 1 am watching from the car window the familiar faces smiling their farewalls, the well-known streets, (if they may be honored by that name.) with their dirt sidewalks, and their small, one story houses, where late flowers are blooming in the yards, and late risers are thursting sleepy looking faces out at the doors. I am watching the forest just beyond the edge of the village, when the spring beauties and anemones grew so thick in early spring, and tempted my^hildish feet so often to the long tramp that

not muiK view them growing in such profusUn and ,. I carry home baskets full of them to gladnever a human being lives, and goes mother's face bv their dainty through a lifetime, without having divine beauty. impulses, longings for truth and right I I wonder how it will look without feeling those stirrings of spirit, I turn?

that whisper to him his relation to the ruler of the universe." I believe, also," says Clara, "that there is no huipan being lives, who is so good, so pure, that he has no tendency so evil." "I know one exception to that," says Pet, throwing her arms around Clara, and looking lovingly in her face. "No, not one! Do not believe it, Pet, there is no exception," Clara answers, earnestly. "The one who sleeps, beneath this green mound seemed t6 me to be such a one," I answer. "All through my childhood she seemed to me to be the one being earth could bosH and when

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when I reWill the

it be changed?

old, familiar scenes take on a strange aspect ere-then? Will some of the faces at the village corner be missing? Will I change? Will I return with different feelings, that will give a strange aspect to scenes which are dear for their very familiarity? My thoughts keep pace with the swift moving locomotive thoughts that are much oi the past, an wander into the hazy future but stop not to dwell on the real present "Uncle," says a voice in close proximity tc~ my ear, "wake up. Do you not resize that there are others in this car besides yourself? Doctor and Mrs. Newton, old friends* of yours, are .ear you also Mfce. Clara eston and her charming young niece.

You certainly do not know their wonder-

nerfect ful conversational powers or you would I giye

them your undivided attention.

**et sinks back in her seat at the end of

reached manhood the impression never I this harangue, with an air of duty done, left me. She seemed not 'Half human, half divine,' but more than human, all divine." "The memory of an angel lent to earth," quotes Pet musingly. ,• "And to have sucfe a memory with son, is worth along lifetime, it seems to me," said Clara, earnestly. "Could you, with that memory ever present, wander

What a relief a vivacious traveling companion is! How I pity the man who takes long and familiar journeys alone. If he were with us now he would realize what he misses.

Pet's quick eye loses nothing of interest in the passing landscape, and she enlivens all by her wit and vivacity. As the traveler the car is whirled along without noting the amount of space he traverses, so we, within the circle of her

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And we find it in a very small peep which can be got in the limited time._ We see some of the public buildings, Fulton Market, the City nail, the Church of St Francis Xavier, Trinity, St Marks, and St Paul churches. As we are driving slowly past St Paul's, admiring the beauty of architectaral design displayed in the magnificent structure, Pet remarks "Surely-we shall -find nothing in the old world grander, or more beautiful than some of these buildings in our own metropolis." "Nothing that you will think more beautiful, perhaps -yet much that is grander, more sublime," replies Dr. Newton.

We drive to Central Park, and are charmed by the consummate .skill and harmonious effect of die arrangement of its walks, its drives, its beautiful lakes, its stately avenues, and its fine terraces and buildings.

We drive into the aristocratic center Of the city, along Fifth and Madison avenues, past rows of stately and costly residences, past the' Roman Catholic cathedral, past the magnificent Vanderbilt mansion past all at a rapid rate, until we are half dazed by the great display of art and opulence.

Then we begin to notice the sameness of the dwellings, the want of variety of style and at last draw up before alight stone house, of an airy, rfliodern style of architechture, beautiful in variety of material, with its doors of colored glass stone carvings, relieving the walls statues of fawns, playfully guarding the flight of marble steps, leading down from the house which is embowered in trees.

It is such a pleasing contrast to its neighbors, Btately brownstone fronts, that come out to the street, and are almost devoid of ornamentation. "O what a lovely place!" exclaims Clara, as we are going up the walk and Dr. and Mrs. Newton are driving away. "That is a very fairy palace, such as I have dreamed of since I read 'Arabian Nights,'" says Pet. "But a very real wince lives in this fairy palace, you will find," I reply.

I glance at Clara. Her face is very pale, and her' eyes fixed on the portrait with a fascinated gaze. Pet is watching her half curiously, half uneasily, and soon adroitly changes the subject

But all through the evening, try as I will to prevent it, my eyes are ever wandering to that lace on canvas, and my mind is ever running back to the past, when that face mingled with all my visions for the future. PTo be continued in the Sunday Express.]

THREE-YEARS IN A MAP HOUSE.

An American Poetess Released From an Agylum^S,fter

THE EXPRESS, TJSKBE HAUTE, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4. 1885,

magic influence, are carried along by her power to please, without noting the lapse of time.

oar waking hours are

ntmte to fly swiftly by until New York is reached. The ladies, wearied by the journey of a day and nighty wish only to get to the hotel and rat Dr. Newton i« alert to everything around him, and Pet seems not to have lost a whit of her energy. "Oh, uncle," she says, as we are being driven swiftly to a hotel, "yon will take me out driving this afternoon and show me the wonders of this great city. Will you not?" "Yes, we will just take a peep at tf few of the wonders, before going to my uncle's."

uaintance, are as as the

The ladies, on acqi much pleased with the "prince' "palace." He is a tall, finely built man, retaining the vigor and agility of youth though his bltick hair and silken beard is sprinkled with grey, which gives him a dignified appearance.

He receives us cordially and informally, is very much pleased, I can see, with Clara, and becomes at once familiar with Pet goes back into the past, talkes of his early life, his hopes, his aspirations, and his plans.

Then he speaks of his beautiful young wife, whose brief life ended in its fairest bloom. "I remember his family," I say, "have a dim remembrance, as though it were a dream, of a beautiful creature, whom I called aunt, and whom I thought scarely less angelic than my mother." "She was Aery beautiful," he replies when she left me, all beauty had gone from the earth. O the disolate, bitter feelings, that were my only companions for years I Now all the bitterness is gone. My sorrow is nod only a sad, sweet memory. I can look now for hours at the, portrait I did not Bee in all those years, wiaiout the keenest-paln-

My glance follows nis to the portrait on the wall. I start. That face! the same placid features, the same soullit eyes, the very same! Ethel Homand! I almost speak the name aloud. Only the expression about the sweet mouth is more yielding, less firm in the portrait than in the face I recall.

My eyes are riveted on that face, every line of which is indelibly stamped on my memory. The room seems to swim, and Colonel Eaton's voice sounds afar off as he says: "Mervin, is that face as you remember it?"

I turn to him slowly. Like I remember it? Ah! so much like a face I remember but not the one he alludes to. "No, uncle I must have forgotten. That does not recall to me my aunt, as I have pictured her."

a Decade of Confine

ment. 'V'f' Phisadelphia SpeoiaL

Anna ©rinker, a well-known author-

who wrote under the nom de plume of "Edith May," has been released from the state asylum for the insane at Harrisburg, where she had been confined for many years, and is now an inmate of the convalescents' retreat, near Glen Mills, Deleware county. Anna Drinker formerly occupied a high position in literary and social circles in this city, New York and Washington. Seme thirty years ago she was regarded as one of the most brilliant women of the time. Her father was a wealthy merchant. She was carefully educated, and at an early age she showed literary ability of a very high order. Jn 1851 her poems appeared in book form and attracted wide attention. All the newspaper and magazine comments were favorable, and the book was all that 'was needed to secure for the talented writer a foremost place among the female poets of

America. Sketches of her are found in Mrs. Hale's "Biography of Distinguished Women," in Allibone's "Dictionary of Authors," and in similar publications.

After these and other poems bad been published in book form, Anna Drinker lost her reason and was confined in the State asylumjor the insane at Harrisburg. She had remained there for nearly ten years, and many of her friends and relatives are new dead. Two months ago she wrote a pathetic letter to the state lunacy committee, requesting the secre-# tary to visit her and to release her fiom confinement In answer to the appeal, Dr. Thomas G. Morton, the professional medical member of the committee, visited the unfortunate woman and found that she was fully restored to reason. At the request of one of her friends, the asylum authorities granted her a month's leave of absence^ and she was taken to the convalescents' retreat Since her arrival at the .« he has shown no.symptoms of inBf Aty and the leave of absence will now be extended indefinitely. For the present, Miss Drinker will remain at the retreat not

W. S. Gilbert says the burglar is altogether bad, for he gives employment to a host of locksmiths and detectives.

When Minister Cox retired fcpm the sultan's .presence he walked ^ckward andbowea three times.

DONE BY A YANK.

I must tell you that my mother lived in the Luray valley of "Virginia, close upon the great caves which had become so famous daring the war. We had a bit of a farm, a comfortable cabin, and I wont away to war leaving a brother, about 15 years old to look after things. He fell sick and died in 1862, and from that on the poor old woman was all alone and had io manage the best she eould

You must know that the Luray, as well as the Shenandoah valley, was early occupied.by the federals. These valleys were fighting-ground. The federals would come up and the rebels would, come down, ana there was hardly ft week that the valleys were not changing hands. You may guess that between the two armies and the camp-followers and guerillas of both the women and children fared pretty hard.

Along in the spring of 1864, while I was attached to Lee's command as a scout, I was sent to die Shenandoah with dispatches to Early, and given permission to visit my old mother in Luray. I had not been home for nigh upon eighteen months, and you may reckon I was in a hurry to get there. Once in a great while I had received a letter in mother's old' fashioned, scrawling hand, conveying good or bad! news, but it had now been seven or eight weeks since I had received word or line.

Well, not to bother you with details, let me say that I reached a cross-roads within three miles of home one afternoon, just at dark. Spring was setting in, and the rain came down in a steady pour and there was mud wherever there was dirt There used to be a sort of tavern here, but I looked for it in vain. The few blackened timbers left on the site told the story of fire.

I was ready to push on again, when a cripple named Seth Smith, whom I had known for igany years, came down the road on his mule. I helloes at him, and he helloes back, and then he calls out in

•V»Q 1 a rtnAflfl

"John Williams, I reckon I know yervoice!"

"It's me, fur sure." \P -'Goin' home? "Yes." "Well, I'm afraid ye'U be too late. Four or five Yankee foragers and bummers rid up the road about an hour ago, TL !h an«) nlnn^omtl^ m' #JniTV

They is stealin' and plunderin' an' doin' wuss. They shot the old man Davis, up thar' by the hangin' rock, an' I seed 'em fire three or four times at the Widder Scrivens kaze she fought' em away from the corn-crib. I reckon they'll pay yer poor old mammy a visit" "They won't dare to harm her 1" "Mebbe not, but don't you depend on it. I reckon they may be Yankee deserters leetwise they are full o| whisky an' mischief an' daie do anything. Better push right along."

I didn't stop to a4k any more questions, but pushed right along on a dog trot It was a horrible road, but I let nothing stop me. I found two dead mules on the road—the critters havin' bin shot down by the raiders—and I had to pass three barns which they had sot on fire.

Half a mile from home I heard the crack of carbines,and revolvers, but I was so badly done for that I could go no faster. When I finally did reach the gate I found two dead horses lying beside the fence. As I entered the yard 1 stumbled over a dead man. Half way to the door was a second, and almost on the door-step was a third. The door was shut ana the house dark, but the first thing I knew there was a blaze of light, and a bullet passed through my hat not an inch above my head.

I dropped to the ground mighty fast, and I did a heap o' thinkin' for the next three minutes. At the end of that time I called out: "Hello! the house! Hello! Mother!" I heard a move inside right away, with the sound of voices, and when I had called ag'in my blessed old mother sang out: "Praise God! but is that my son John?" "Aye, mother, it's tte."

She struck alight and opened the door and next minute I was inside and she was crying on my shoulder.

What do you reckon I saw as I looked around? No more nor less than a Yank in full uniform, sittin' on a chair in front of the winder, revolver in hand, head bound up, face white but full o' grit, and I

You kin imagine mv astonishment, indignation and gratitude. In an hour we had him comfortably fixed up, and during the rest of the night I stood sentinel Without bein' disturbed.

Next morning who should come ridin' up but a squad of Early's men. They buried the corpses, and I gin them all the perticklers, and what did they do but demand the scout There he was, pain

goin0 __

prisoner. Th

Did they? Well, not much!

ere were seven of 'em, but I had a Winchester and two revolvers, and they hadn't the sand to face 'em.

Howsomever, they rode away to git more help, and I realized that I must make some other arrangements to keep

I had the back door off in a jiffy, and we laid him on it propped him up as well as we could. Then mother and I picked him up and toted him fur half a mile up the side of the mountain and left him in a cave. We fixed him a comfortable bed left food and drink at hand, and were back at the house before the soldiers came. There was a hull company this

which can compare with them in strength, either as to numbers, intelligence, physical perfection or wealth. "A diseased person ^unong the Ghiloats is rather the exception, ana prostitution as defined by them is punishable with death. At first thought their marriage lawB seem very eleastic, hut such is not the case. Though 'troy do not bind tightly they bind strongly, and the limits which are fixed are fixed indeed. The children always belong to their mother and are of her to-tem. This to-temic relation is considered closer than blood. If the father's and mother's tribes be at war the children must take the maternal side, even if against their father, ft is this lair whidi makes illegal and marriage between members of the same tribe though the contracting persons may be entire strangers, and unable to_ trace any blood relation. At the same time a man may marry his half-sister (one having a different mother) or a woman and her daughter—either at the same time or consecutively for plural marriages are not uncommon, though they are by no means general. In very rare cases a woman has two husbands, oftener we find a man with two wives, even three but more frequently met than either is the consecutive wife."

THE SHORT-HAIR CRAZE.

Popular Actresses Accused of Setting a Bab Example to young I/tidies of the Period.

The erase among the ladies for wearing the hair short is becoming general and is spreading all the country over. It has already become very popular (among other places, in Rochester, N. Y.), where the most stylish young ladies are parting with their raVen and golden tresses. There was a time when it was considered somewhat "fast" for a ladv to wear her hair short, but since Miss Cleveland, the president's sister, the present mistress of the White House, and, by common courtesy, the "first lady in the land," wears her locks Bhorn quite short and advocates the custom on the ground of comfort, convenience and health, it has become the style. Time was, too, when a short-haired lady Was so rare that her appearance in public places attracted general attention. But that was a good while ago. The prominent hair cutters are becoming quite proficient in cutting, tneir rs

the hair of their rapidly increasing lady patrons. Some interesting and strange scenes are now seen in the hairdressers' establishmei^jB and barber shops. "A handsome young lady iust from boarding-school came into my snop Tuesday and said die wanted her hair cut just dropped off. like Mim» Cleveland's," said a prominent innsn. barber. "She had a picture ot the Presdenfs sister for m'e to look at and with the suggestion given by her companion, who had seen Miss Cleveland, and with the aid of the photograph, I cut and trimmed her -hair to her complete satis-

faction. Oh, started the style.

DUMWU

I don't know who or what

"I don't know. I don't believe many of my customers have, for they have invariably exhibited more of fondness for Uie hair than for the money they would derive from the sale of it No, I think they take it home and keep it. When it becomes stylish to wear the hair long again they will have switches made of it." "Yes, we have some queer scenes in our shops now," continued the haircutter. "A young lady who comes to have her locks cut ofi always brings a lady com«nion with her, and sometimes they ring two or three. Their conversation while I am at work would make you laugh. A girl was in here with her

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one leg useless with a bullet in it It took me some little time to untangle the skein. It seems that the Yank was a scout He had stopped at the house fur a bite to eat, and when the raiders came in and began to cuss and lay violent hands on my old mother, he gits up and orders 'em out That brings on a fight, and he jist dropped three of 'em as dead as crowbars and killed two of the hosses. The rest of the gang didn't want any more of that and got out Afraid they would return to play him some trick, that plucky Yank, all wounded and bleeding as he was, insists on standing sentinel at the window, and it was him who mistook me fur one of the raiders and sent a bullet far my head.

tJjer the other day, and had her hair

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cut quite short. It was the first time the shears had ever touched the •l's hair, and she shook with fear when an and she felt the cold steel on her neck. Two sisters were here one day last week, and when I cut the hair of one the tears ran down the cheeks of the other like raindrops. Queer creatures, these women, aren't they? "Is there any particular style in cutting ladies' hair now "Well, the most of those who have been here have had their hair cut very short on the back of the head—indeed, almost as close as young men wear their hair—and moderately good length on top. They want it long enough on top to frizz or curl or wear in a bang."

CONSULT THEIR WIVES FIRST.

A Few Bales that Govern Jfaahvllle Gentlemen in Their Consideration of Nomination to Office..

The following from the* Nashville Union shows what Nashville men do before accepting a nomination: broai'est sense includes

Culture in its

fully hurt and helpless as a child, but I both the mental and moral nature, the they were going to take^ him away as a --11 that

the Yank out o' their"hands. He was strangers, but uncivil or unkind in his A New York jist as cool and nervy es an old veteran, I

and it didn't take long to fix up a plan,

ried me off to Early's headquarters, but they couldn't find the scout. I was held prisoner for two weeks, and answer greatly desired for the papers they tried hard to make out some sort of I next morning, he positively^ refused to

wa8

his lines, but he got there safely, and from

Domestic Habits ia Alaska, lieutenant Schwatka's concluding

the October Century, supplemented by an interesting open letter on the domestic habits of the Chilcat Indians, by Mrs. lean put. Eugene S. Willard. From Mrs. Willard's IAHAK «A nnAfa +KA fAllnVIBtf* Chll"

letter we quote the following: gained for themselves

.. TheChil-

cat people* long -the reputation oi being the most fierce and warlike tribe in the Archipelago. Certain it is that, between themselves and southern Hy-dah,

case agin me, but finally I was released I make the decision final until his wife I ter than not whistling at all." and sent back to Lee. This left mother I and

released ake the decision final until his wife

mother were

alone to care for the scout, but he was not I And on last Saturday, when a commit* I when asked what she thought of wnistneglected. They set spies to watch her, tee was pressing two of our leading citi- ling, said "I see no harm in young ana they scouted the neighborhood fur I «n« with a view of getting a favorable I ladies whistling tney do it at the right days, but they ha^ their trouBtfe fur their I answer from one or tne other, and after I time and in the right place. Young pains. It was nigh on to ten weeks afore I all the arguments that could be brought ladies should avoid publicity above ail. that Yank got well 'nuff to walk off to 1

had

b?te by 8

that time on mother was protected by I given until their wives were consulted. Sheridan and the pantry kept supplied by his quartermaster.

paper on his explorations of the Yukon weighed" 160~younds when I girls who whistle are the brightest and river, with many illustrations, appears in and when dug out turned the I cleverest girls in the school. It is the

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there is not another oeived, thirty-five yeare sgo^

WASHINGTON MONUMENT.

The Elevator Maa Tells ef People Who Are Terrified in Ascending.

Edward Wayson is a man who has eonducted the Washington monument elevator from the first day work was resumed upon it .until its completion. With his many loads of visitors Wayson has had a variety of experiences, and had opportunities of seeing different phases of human nature. In answer to a question by a reporter for .the Evening Star 'of that city he said: "The majority of my passengers have been ladies, and what impressed me most was that tney showed less timidity in malring the aeoent than men. You wouldn't think that It's a fact though. Of course as soon as a passenger showed fear the elevator was at once lowered to the bottom. Thoee were the orders. But, as I said, we have had to return oftener for men than for ladies. One day when I had Congressman Beed, of Maine, as a passenger, he said he thought he would rather go back. He had seen all of the top' of tne mountain that he wanted to. The elevator was open, yen know, and the well was very dark, making it/rather uncomfortable for a person with unsteady nerves. "No one ever tried to jump off," continued Mr. Wayson, "although one man did step off at one of the platforms just for fun. I waited for him at the top, and whoa he arrived, puffing and blowing, he had to get right aboard and be taken back. You see, we couldn't allow anything of the kind. If nothing had been done or said about it he would have told his friends about his experience, and pretty soon everybody would be trying it "There were busy times at tLe monument about Washington's birthday and inauguration times," continued Mr. Wayson. "We couldn't handle the visitors at all. They would swarm through the door by hundreds and all wanted to go up at once. One time they pushed me on the elevator, clear to the other side of the weH, and crowded so that those who were next to the elevator were unable to raise their feet to take the one step necessary to get on the elevator. I told them I could not possibly start until they cleared the place, and then I was able to take up a proper load1 Another time,

Some

affections as well as the intellect so that a truly cultured man—not merely an educated man—is a gentleman in his and whistle plaintive negro me own »ouse, with his own wife and daugh-1 When we went out sailing she wa ters not only polite, but affectionate and I welcome for the same reason. 1 tender, and careful to do their affections I she whistled her way into no wrong. I of a very desirable young man

A man who is a gentleman among |.they are engaged.

wn household, is simply not a gentle-1 when

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and noble life.

crops

We have been drawn into tins sentimental vein by a high appreciation of incidents falling under our observation in connection with the mayoralty of Nash ville.

time, and there was a high old' %e fur I -fwo years ago, when a well-known bus- oers like a bov. but then she was a regu-1 allowance but he also receivea. large awhile. They took me prisoner a. 'l car-1 fness man of this city was finally induced lar tom-boy.

when tEey crowded so, I walked up to the fashions or cioings of the day. first landing and from there started the elevator. Men and women were crowded on it like sardines in a box. It only ascended a few ieet before those on the outside realised their position and

It was very comical to see

them jump. Of course I only raised it a little way. When the crowd had sufficiently thinned I started it again, and when it reached me I got aboard and took them to the top all right

One day when I was coming down, an empty barrel fell from the top landing. I heard the cry from above ana knew that

Perhaps Miss Cleve-1 something was coming. I directed my

land had something to do with it, but 11 passengers to crowd into the middle, have a care that no reproach believe that Miss Maude Granger, I where the elevator was most protected I to your lips. Be just and generoi «h Dora Wiley, and other actresses and I from above, and when the barrel struck

singers who are great favorites with the top nobody said a word. There were time is, or should Jie. employed •women, started the style here. Of course I several ladies aboard, but they didn comfortable support for you, and if it helps our business but, leaving all I seem a bit frightened. At another time I

gfllfiali reasons aside, is it not the most I when the elevator was at the top and uie him to his business duties promptl reasonable craze that has recently come men were unloading a stone, a crowbar I greet his return cheerily. If yoi into style? Why, you have no idea what was twisted from the hands of the man ionely do not seek diversion by go| a constant trouble a heavy head of hair who was using it and dropped down the his place of business, whatever it is for a woman. It has to be dressed two well. We gave the signal, and when the be. and detaining him from the or three times a day, and this takes up a bar reached bottom there was nobody belonging to it If you are so fort great deal of a woman's time. With long there to catch it It went down like a I as to be able to go to the counting- •_ l./lw I an*) a nlnmmpt Mtnlri not hftVf I offiC6 and t&lk 0V6T pCrplW* do that, but if your hm should be employed by tresses?" I about six inches deep in the asphalt at the remember that your rights do not "They take them away with them' foundation. Once an iron sleeve, weigh- here at all, or you may unwittingly Some of them bring old corset-boxes for I ing seventy or eighty pounds-fell while the loss of a good position. Always this purpose, and when no box of this the elevator was at the top. The ,cry of mind that you knew your hnsb shape is handy I do

and heavy hair it is difficult for a lady to I shot, and a plummet could not have

keep her scalp clean and healthy." swung straighten It went clear through I ,j

"What do tne ladiesdo with their shorn I the platform at the base and made a hole I should be

they sell it?"

people have an extraordinary be

lave

adopted

to^hVconsent to make the race for I climb tre4 and box better than any 1000 as governor .7«,

both consulted. I The principal of a. young lady a school,

been pressed, they both cut off de- things, and

Prize fightere evidently have not yet learned the most effectual methods of reducing their weight The'British Medi'cal Journal tells of a fat pig which was buried under the chalk cliffs of Dover for

should

aying that no answercouM be where^would^ a^rac^the attenUonof

ire.

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scale at forty pounds. It thus lost 120 pounds in 160 days, and came out a very leai

The same flag was need at Vallejo, Cal., during her celebration of the recent admission day anniversary that was flung to the breeze when the news of the admission of California as a state was re-,

lief that women cannot whistle. It is true that a great many of them cannot do so, but that is equally true of men. Of course there are more whistlers among I it and sooner or later you are grieve men, as they practice whistling from And that the billiard or whist table .. I not only engrossing the evening he early boyhood, while there is a supersti-1 ^ut be houis supposed to be devi tious prejudice against whistling girls, solely to business are encroached npoi This is expressed in the adage which I this way, money is wasted aflu &-b

predicts that they will never come to any reputation ruined forever. rood end. The girls of the present day

month. The two parts are interwovma* the corners of the month so that they a^t as one muscle. The minorcironmfcnee* circumscribes the opening of ?be mouth. This muscle by modifying the state of the expired air produces in it vibration of a peculiar character, and this is whistling, "In whistling the lips are puned up so that only a small aperture remains. The air is driven from the lungs into the mouth, where it distends the buccinator muscles of the cheeks, and those musckl contracting aid in forcing out the air through the lips. The tongue compresses the volume oi air in the month, *nd so adds to the sharpness of th* whistle. The benefit of tne tongue is readily seen when an attempt is made to whistle sharply with an indrawn hreath. Women have the same muscles of the mouth as men, and are generally as well able to use them. There is no reason at! all why everybody should not whfctie. Some try to whistle by blowing through^ their pouting lips, but that is not the idea at tul. The mucous membrane o! the lips must be drawn tense, so that it will Vibrate by the force ot th« current ot air passing over it These vibrations are communicated to the ah column, and hence the tone, varying wit] the tension of the lips and air. It iB oi exactly the same principle that the voce cords work. The lips adjust themselvf voluntarily, according to the musical es of the whistler, as it is impossible for hli to distinguish the different positions the lips in soonding the various torn People with no ear lor music wiliinV N# riably whistle very much out of ton while people with a cultivated ear whistle very finely. As women are, as £&)• rule, more musical than men, thy whistle better, when they set about However, it is greatly a matter of p? tioe."

These varied opinions show that th. is really something is whistling wl critically considered" There is, howent nothing more annoying than a persist whistler. It may

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I which some passengers had been standing I be that there are cares and vexatioi lore. Only two I the lives of our husbands into whicl the entire time I

passengers

only a few moments before. Only two the lives of our husbands into whicl men were hurt during the entire^ time that the monument was don't believe there was ever built calling for such dangerous work with such an uninteresting chapter of accidents. Everybody connected with the work knew just how things were being done and what care was being taken by those in charge, and that if orders were obeyed everything would be all right. I have run the elevator when the keystone was suspended directly over me. Had it fallen it would have been the end of me and the monument, too."

WHISTLING GIRLS.

A Fact That Many Whlatle, and That They Whistle Exceedingly Well,

New

York

Bon.

judgment of your husband,

ould be a true helpmeet you wilj

office

that,

up the hair in a I warning cleared out those at the bottom I business beforehand and that he 4 I of the well, and it struck on a board upon

give his time to yon. It must

ma no

many male customs, and

among them that of whistling. The majority of the girls can now pucker up their mouths and blow a melancholy tune. A fashionable doctor said: "The best whistlers I know are young ladies. It is like the warbling of a mocking bird. They can whistle much higher notes than a man, and in a very clear and bell-like tone. I know a young lady who whistles and accompanies herself on the guitar. The effect is really very

in the dormitories when the monitor was gone and the lights were out, and if_ you weren't very sleepy it was fun to lie in _— •, ,. bed and hear ten girls whistling 'In the lings, and certain^sP€^akon® Gloaming' all together. We had one 1 he engaged, turned out

always be able to enter ui

being built 11 standingly. It is the duty of I iver a structure I husband to allow his wile to

all he can of bis affairs ql times her ready intuitions and ql receptions can be great service to! fake your mei&l time cheerful and ha' Women, especially, are quicf-*A

I "JK .VIDaktoJTr,. X»gh U» M« °i drawing in her breath, but that was bet-1 Wellington was anxious

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dull and stupid girl who does not whistle." A professor of anatomy said: "The month has more muscles than any other portion of the body—the.number varies mm to twenty-one. The chief muscle of the obicularti muscle. This muscle upper extending from month and the lower irom the chin to the "l.

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pleasant to

but it becomes pecularly exasperatim everybody else. There are men whistle in horse-cars, whistle in theater and whistle wherever their vai minds can find nothing to do. Wo? would never so misbehave themselver perhaps it were better that whistling' eft to them alone. A party of wo might occupy themselves more arofit in whistling than in talking aiboal

Husband and Wife at Home. Good Housekeeping. As the home life is almost entire the hands of the woman for the direi as well as "inspiration we find th« pecially to her our paper applies. 1 wife has been brougnt up in a homei there were many inmates she will there are many long hours in he} and these mut*t be mled to the utm there will insensibly come in wi| loneliness unpleasant thoughts, SOSM.... regrets for the home left behind will

signs of extra care or worry of it till the taeal is eaten. smooth the way for an easy tellin whatever has caused the looks we 1 watched so anxiously. And this ap{ to both parties. By thus confiding! little burden to each other we are prised to find that it has already loot 1 its weight.

Do not seem indifferent to the favo amusements of your companion. If have known that he had a fondness billiards or cards do not altogether utterly condemn the indulgence in even if you disapprove on the hand, do not urge their continuance pastime, least you have reason to

A FRUGAL FAMILY^

How Ptlnee Albert Amaased a FolU and the Qneen Kept His Will. London Truth.

In the "Four Georges" great amasf ment is expressed by Thackeray becaa George II. seized his father's will never would permit it to be proved, nj was anything ever heard of it aftorw|i vloJel

prettv, ana ner ineoua ~, and its suppression produced a favor" them with an air. I met her down quarrel with the royal family of at Nantucket last summer, and it was her 1 There is along narrative in Horace Wi habit to sit on the beach in the evening I pole's "Memoirs about his will but it —j nacrm melodies. I rather odd that after the lapse oi was verv I vears. precisely the same thing.happ

of its contents to this hour, Od yone know the amount which he left. The prince h»| when he came to England, excep £100 a year or some such paltry son ha arsimonious (like bis unctaf and I have been told that he must have left nearly half-a mSlioBj

nearly

a&he received £655,O&O from the count of which he did not spend as many

rfri who "could whistle through her fin-1 have only calculated the prince ansorfs

era like a boy, but then she was a regu

ar tom-boy. She could run, play ball, sums as military pay and a trifle of *&£

yery_

profitable^!

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serving nobleman who had worked long and hard for the country.

therefore not whistle I ana oo OOOKS.

tune, and in such away as

not to disturb any one, she accomplishes two good results. She adds to her own cheerfulness and keeps her month pursed up, which has a tendency to make it

My experience has been that the

to appoint a

do-

Bible Facts.

The Bible contains 3,566,389 letters, 810,697 words, 31,173 verses, eh«pThe twenty-seventh contains the alphabet. The nineteenth chapter of the Second j,J Book of Kings and the thirty-second chap-1 ter of Isaiah are alike. The fi»t man recorded as being buried in a coffin was, Joseph—fiftieth chapter of Genesis, twenty-*eixth verse.

The deaths in Europe from mall-pox are said to be 60,000 annually. THie mentality almost wholly oonfied to civilians, as owing to constant vaccination aim n* vaccination the armies are almost wnwjj(( free from the disease

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