Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 December 1885 — Page 3

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THE PRIVATE'S, Q^OR*.

Sweet little major, he lponn'to my Jraee, And the tender bine eye* look at me. ••Tell me, Popsie, just ctice more, What did yoQ do When yon •ratto*•'" And then I tell of the antnnm day When the

Forty-eerenth

t&v

marched away

flow Cromwell died at Jackson town. And M«"» on Corinth field went down.

"Bat how many rebels,' tall me tnle. Did yon kill theo^nd the whole war thnmghr And I tell him then witii eager Met How Jo Bead blew np lumber cheat. But the major stick to hU q°«**on "H®w many rebels did you tour Bo I tell him how, near the. f®t The charge as made and the

won*

And how, the day McClure war Bhot, When Victeburg's day was fierce mid hot, .. ..... Brave Sem Law took company rn Through flame and smoke and the batteries din. How over our heads the battle broke With screaming shell and sabre stroke, And he wanted to know, the "But how many men did yon kill yonrseu

"Say, tell me, Popsie, say yon wp— How many rebels did you kill ... i__ So I told him the truth, as near as might beAa many of them as they did of me. —[B, J. Burdetta, in Brooklyn Eagle.

THE TEETER-BOARD:

Seesaw,

'%4l

Up and down they go, srT1*"5''1 Happier children nerer straddled" A teeter-board. Happy as if ,*

It were a pony bridled and saddled.

Up sad down they go, 'JVCs*®*" Down and up, and ap and dowD, .. He in his jacket and knee pants,

She in her Mother Hubbard gown. .'•£

Seesaw,

It's a child's game"—Back from the days of "Margery Daw," Bnt played as well by the older one^

Seesaw up arid down seesaw.

Seesaw,

We all go through life, Sometimes down and sometimes np On its evenly balanoed teeter-board—

Our goblet full, or an an empty cup. —[South Bend Tribune.

WE IN Sfi iLf.

By CHABLOTTE "M. BRAEMB, Author of "Dora Thome." W

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CHAPTER

Five o'clock 1 The chimes had played the hour, tbe church clock .had struck the laborers were going to the fields, the dairy-maids were beginning their work the sky had grown clear and blue, the long night of agony was over., The Angel of Death had spread his wings over the doctor's house, and awaited only the moment when his svord should full.

Inside, the scene had hardly changed. The light of the lamp seemed to have grown so ghostly that the nurse had turned it oat, and, drawing tbe blinds,.Jet the faint morning light come in. It fell on the beautiful face that had grown even whiter iri the presence of death. Lady Charlewood was dying yet tbe feeble arms held the little child tightly. She looked up as her husband entered the room. He had combated by a strong effort all outward, manifestations ef despair. "Hubert," whispered the sweet, faint voice, "see, thij is our little daughter."

He bent down, but he could not see the child for the teats that filled his eyes. "Our little daughter," she repeated "and they say, Hubert, that I have given my life for hers. Is it true?''

He looked at the two doctors ke looked at the white face bearing the solemn, serene impiets of death. It would be cruel to deceive her now, when the hands that caressed the little child were already growing colder. "Is it true, Hubert?" she repeated, a clear light Bhining in her dying eyes. "Yes, my darling, it is true," he said, in a low voice "I am dying—rea.Hr dying—when I have my baby and you?" the questioned. "Oh, Hubert, is it really true?" jr

Nothing but his sobs answered her dyinj, as she was, all sweet, womanly compassion awoke in her heart. "Hubert," Bhe whispered—"oh, my darling, if you could eome with me!—I want to see you kiss the baby while it lips hero in nv aria."

He Innt down :td kissed the tiny face, she watching liim all the time. "You will be very kind to her, darling, for my sake, because you have lovfd me so much, and call her by my name—Madaline. Tell her about me when she grows up—how young I was to die, how dearly I loved you, and how I held her in my arms. You will not forget?" "No," he said, gently: "I shall not forget."

The hapless young mother kissed the tiny rosebud face, all the passion and anguish of her love shining in her dying eyee and then the nurse carried the babe away. "Hubert," said Lady Charlewood, in a low, soft whisper, "may I die in your arms, darling?"

She laid her head on his breas^ and looked at him with the sweet content of a little child. "I am so young," she said, gently, "to die—to leave yeu, Hubert. I have been so happy with you—I love you so much." "Oh, my wife, my wife!'.' he groaned, "how am I to bear it?" s*

The white hands softly ctasped his own. "You will bear it in time," she said. "I know how you will miss me but you have the baby and your father—you will find enough to fill your life. But you will always love me best—I know that, Hubert. My heat*..feels so strange it seemB to stop, and then to beat slowly. Lay yourfaoe on mine, darling."

He did Jnet as she requested, whispering sweet, words of comfort, and then, beneath his own, he felt her lips grow cold sad still. Presently he heard one long, deep-drawn sigh. Some one raided* the sweet head from his breast and laid it back upon the pillow. He knew she was dead.

He tried to bear it he said to himself that he must be a man, that he had to live for his child's sake. He tried to rise, but the strength of his manha-1 filled him. "With a cry, never f*rcon»*n by those who !WMJ ii. Lord Charlewood fell with his face on ti? -Jround.

Seven o'clock. The full light of day was in tbe solenjn chamber the

faint guidon sunbeams touched the beauful white face so still and so^mn in death the white hands were folded, and lay motionless on the quiet heart. Blindly hands had brushed back the gold-en-brown hair some one had gathered purple chrysanthemums and laid them round the dead weman, sothat she looked like a marble bride on a bed of flowers. Death'wore no stern aspect there the agony and the torture, the dread and fear, were all forgotten there was nothing bjit the sweet smile of one at perfect rest.

They had not darkened the room, after the usual ghostly fashion—Stephen Letsom would not have it so—but they had let in the fresh air and the sunshine, and had placed autumn flowers in the vases. The baby had been carried away —the kind-hearted nurse had charge of it. Dr. Evans had gone home, haunted by the memory of the beautiful dead face. The birds were singing in the morning sun and Lord Charlewood, still crushed by his great grief, lay on th^ couch in the little sitting room where he had spent so weary a night. "I cannot believe it," he said, "or, believing, cannot realize it. Do you mean to tell me, doctor, that she who only yesterday sat smiling by my side, life of my life, soul of my soul, dearer to me than all the world, has gone from me, and that I shall see her no more? I cannot, I will not believe it! I shall hear her crying for me directly, or she will come smiling into the room. Oh, Madaline, my wife, my wife!"

Stephen Letsom was-too clever ja man and too wise a doctor to make any endeavor to stem such a Torrent of grief. He knew that it must have its way. He sat patiently listening, speaking when he thought a word would be useful and Lord Charlewood never knew how much he 'owed to his kind, unwearied patience.

Presently he went up to look at his wife, and, kneeling by her side, nature's great comforter came to him. He wept as though his heart would break—tears that eased the burning brain, and lightened the heavy heart. Dr. Letsom was a skillful, kindly man he let the tears low, and made no effoit to stop th£m. Then, after a time, disguised in a glass of wine, he administered, a sleeping potion which soon took effect. He looked with infinite pity on the tired face. What a storm, a tempest of grief had this man passed through! "It will be kinder and better to let him sleep the day and the night through, if he can," said Stephen to himself. "He would be to ill to attend to any business even if he were awake."

So through the silent hours of the day Lord Carlewood slept, and the story spread from house to house, until the little town ranjg with it—the stpiy of the travelers, the young husband and wife, who, finding

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room at the hotel, had

gone to the doctor's where the poor lady died. Deep sympathy and pity were felt and 'expressed kind-hearted mothers wept over the babe some few were allowed to enter the solemn death-chamber and these went away haunted, as Dr. Evans was, by the memory of the lovely dead face. Through it all Lord Charlewood slept the bevy sleep of exhaustion and fatigue, and it was the greatest mercy lhat could have befallen him.

The hour of wakening was to come— Stephen Letsom never forgot it. The bereaved man was frantic iri bis grief, mad with the sense of his loss. Then the doctor, knowing how one great sorrow counteracts another, spoke of his father, reminding him that ii he wished to see him alive he must take some little care of himself "I shall not leave herI" cried Lord Charlewood. "Living or dead, she is dearer than all theworld to me—I shall not leave her I" "Nor do I wish you to do so," said the doctor. "I know you area strong man— I believe you to b# a brave one in grief of this kind the first great thing is to regain self-control. Try to refc.iin yours, and then you will see for yourself what had better be done."

Lord Charlewood discerned the truth. "Have patience with me," he said, "a little longer the blow is so sudden, so terrible, I cannot yet realize what the world is without Madaline."

A few hours passed, and the self-con-trol he had struggled for was his. He sent ior D. Letsom. "I have been thinking over what is best," he said, "and have decided on all my plans. Have you leisure to discuss them with me?"

The question seemed almost ironical to the doctor, who Bad so much more time to spare than he cared to have. He sat down by Lord -Charlewood's side, and they held together the conversation that Jed such strange results.

I should not like a cold, stone grave for my beautiful wife," said Lord Charlewood. "She was so fair, so rpiritueUe, she loved all nature so dearly she loved the flowers, trees, and the free fresh air of heaven. Let her be where she can have them all now."

The doctor looked up, with mild reproach in his eyes. "She has something far better than the flowers of this world," he said. "If ever a dead face told of rest and peace, hers does: I have never seen such a smile on a^y other. "I should like to find her a grave where the sun chines and the dew falls," observed Lord Charlewood—"where grass and flowers grow and birds sing in the tr^es overhead. She would not seem so far away from me then." "You can find many such graves in the pretty churchyard here at Castledene," said the doctor. "In time to come," continued Lord Charlewood, "she shall have the grandest marble monument that can be raised, but now a plain white crcss will be sufficient, with her name, Madaline Charlewood and, doctor, while I am away you will have her gave attended to—kept bright with flowers—tended as for some one you loved."

Then they went out together to the green churchyard at the foot of the hill, so quiet, so peaceful, so calm and serene, that death seemed robbed of half its terrors white daisies and golden buttercups studded it, the dense foliage of tall limetrees rippled above it. The graves were covered wi lh richly-hued autumn flowers all was sweet calm, restful. There was none of earth's fever here. The tall gray spire of the church rose toward the clear blue sky.

Lord Charlewood stood lookingarouod him in silence. "I have seen such a scene in pictures," he said. "I have read of such poems, but it is the first I have really beheld. If my darling could have chosen "for herself, she would have preferred to rest here."

On the western slope, where the warmest and brightest sunbeams lay, nbder the shade of the rippling lime-trees, they laid Lady Charlewood to rest. For long years afterward the young hnsband was to carry with him the memory of that green grassy grave. A plain white cross bore for the present her name it said

IKLOTESO MBHORYOF

1IADALINE CHAltLEWOOD, who died in her 20th year. tain r.D 1ST HXft 0OBBOVINQ HUSBAKD*

"When I give her the monument she deserves," If" snd. "I can add .no more." They ope-'* ii '.hit funeral to this day us be ssa,. tr.«gic story, to *i- vo'iag mos-h- r's d? ith, tha husbai»u wiid dcepair.- iitey u»l how the

beautiful stranger was

THE JEX»*IIMSS*

sun shone and the birds sanj^how solemnly the church-beli tolled, each knell seeming to cleave the clear sun-lit a tr—r how the sorrowing husband, so suddenly and so terribly bereft, walked first, the mourner in the procession they teU how white his face was, and how at each toll of tihe solemn bell he winced as thongh some one had struck him a terrible blow-how he tried hard to control himself, but how at the grave, i#hen she was hidden forever from his^ sight, he stretched out his hands, crying, "Madaline, Madaline!" and how for the remainder of that day he shut himself up alone, refusing to .hear the sound of a voice, to look at a human face—refusing food, comfort, grieving like one who had no hope for the love he had lost.. All Castledine grieved with hint it as though death and sorrot^Kad every house.

Lord Charlewood said that if he found his father still weak and ill, he should kjgrv the secret oi his marriage. urse, if Madaline, had lived,

would Jiave been

income for yl" 'V&elf. That I beg you to, accept in Tetum for the services, you have rendered me."

Dr. Letfom expressed his gratitude. He thanked Lord Charlewood, and began at once to, look round for some one who' would be' a fitting person to take care of little Madaline. Lord Charlewood had expressed a desire to see all settledbefore leaving far Italy.

Among the doctor's patients was one who had interested him very much—Margaret Dornham^ She had been a lady's-1 maid. She was a pretty, graceful woman, gentle andk intelligent—worthy ef a far better lot than had fallen to her snare. She ought to have married a well-to-do trades-^ man, for whom she would have made most suitable wife but she had given her love to a handsome ne'er-do-weMy with whom she had never had one -moment of peace or happiness. Hdnry Dornham had never borne a good character he had a dark, handsome face a certain kind of rich, gypsy-like beauty—but no other qualifications. He was neither industrious, nor honest, nor sober. _His handsome face, his dark eyes, and rich curling hair, had won the heart 'of the pretty* graceful, gentle lady's-maid, and she had married him—only to rue the day and hour in which she had first seen him.

They lived in a picturesque little cofc tage called Ashwooa, and there Margaret Dorham passed through the greatest joy and the greatest sorrow of her life, fiet little child, the one gleam Of sunshine that her darkened life had ever knowo, was born in the little cottage and there it bad died.

Dr. Letsom, who was too abrupt for the ladies of Castledene, had watched with the greatest and most untiring care over the fragile life of that little child. He had exerted his utiport skill in order to save it. But all was in vain and on the very day that Lord Charlewood arrived at Castledene the child died.

When a tender nurse and foster-mother was needed for little "Madaline, the doctor thought of Margaret Dornham. He felt that all difficulty was at an end he sent for her. Even- Lord Charlewood looked with interest at the graceful, timid woman whose fair young face was so deeply marked with lines of care. "Will I take charge of a little Jhild she (replied to the doctor's question. "Indeed I will, and thank Heaven for sending me something to keep my heart from breaking." "You feel the loss of your own one very kc-#," said Lord Charlew "Feel it, All the heart I have li in my baby's grave." "You must give^a little to mine, since heaven has taken its own mother," he said, gently. "I am not going to try to bribe you with money—money does riot buy the love and care of good women like you—but I ask you, for the love you bore to your own child, to be kind to mine. Try to think, if jou can, that it is your own child brought bmk to you." "I will," she promised, and she kept her word. "You will spare neither expense nor trouble," he continued, "and when I return you shall be most richly recom1. If all goes well, and the little one prospers with you, I shall leave her with you for two r»,three jrears at least. You have been a lady's maid, the doctor tells me. In what families have you lived "Principally with Lady L'Estrange, of Verdun Eoyal, sir," she replied. "I left because Miss L'Estrange was growing up, and^my lady wished to

In after years he thought how strange it was that he should have asked the question. "I want you," said Lord Charlewood, "to devote yourself entirely to the little one you will be so liberally paid as not to need work of any other kind. I am going

:abroad,

but I leave Dr. Letsom as

the guardian of the child apply to him for everything you want, as you will not be able to communicate with me."

He watched bar as she took the child in her arms. He was satisfied when he saw the light that came into her face he knew .that little Madaline^ woula be well cared for. He placed a bank note for fifty pounds in the woman's hands. "Buy all that is needed for the little one," he said.

In all things Margaret Dornham promised obedience. One would have thought she had found a great treasure. To her kindly, womanly heart, the fact that she once more held a little child in her arms was a source of the purest hf ppiness. The only drawback was when she reached home, and her husband laughed coarsely at the iad little story. "You have done a good day's work, Maggie," he said ""now I shall expect you to keep me, and I shall take it easy."

He kept his word, and from that day made no further effort to earn any money. "Maggie had enough for both,' he said—"'for both of them and that bit of a child."

Faithful, patient Margaret never complained, and not even Dr. Letsom knew how the suffering of .her daily life had increased, even though she was comforted by the love of the little child. [To be Continued Sunday's Exprets.]

Only Seven Hundred Bison Left. New York Stn. Mr. George Bird Grinnell, of this city, has just returned from the_ west- In speaking of the depletion of big game, he said: "There are, to my certain knowledge not more than seven hundred bison or buffalo left on the American continent. About 180 are in Yellowstone National park, Wyoming, and the remainder in the pan-handle of Texas. These are all that is left by the hide-hunters. Since my return home I have heard that twenty head of bison were killed in Yellowstone park by a party of English tourists. If tins is true the slaughterers should be severely punished. The government

buried when the should certainly do everything to protect the few survivoM. "The elk is also being exterminated.

entered

Then c?me the morrow, when he had to look his life in the face again—life that he had found so bitter without Madaline. He began to remember his father, who, lying sick unto death, craved for his presence. He could do no more for Madaline all his grief, his team, his bitter sot row, were uselessr he conld not bring her back he was powerless where she was concerned. But with -regard to his father matters were different—to him he could take comfort, healing and consolation. So it was decided that he should at once continue his broken jour-

^Vhat of little Madaline. the child who had her dead mother's laige blue eyes and golden hair? Again Lord Charlewood and the doctor s?t in solemn conclave this time the fate of the little one. hung in the balance.

Where there were hundreds only a few yean ago there is now not one. The opening of railroads into the elk and blacktailed deer countries

has

enabled the hide-

hunters to become rich. Cattle ranchers are springing np everywhere, and the wild game is rapidly being driven off its old feeding grounds. It is a peculiarity of both the elk and black-tailed deer to -forsake any district, no matter how wild it may be, where they hive discovered the presence of cattle."

JOHNSON'S PLOT AND MOTIVES

Ex-Secretary Bontwell on the GrantJohason Controversy. The December number of theJNorth American Beview contains a TJaper by ex-Secretary Boutwell, on "Johnsons Plot and Motives." This interesting article makes Johnson's general position very'•clear, and probably establishes it about as it will go into history. Mr. Bontwell gives, also, a vivid account of General Grant's relation to the matter, and of his firm conduct, which had so much to do with defeating the Johnson policy and plot. Mr. Boutwell says:

Upon my arrival in Washington to attend the session of congress which began December 3, 1866, I received a letter from Mr. Stauton, asking me to call at the war department at the earliest moment possible. I called without Jelay. He directed me to his private *room, Where he soon joined me.

Without preface he said: "I am more concerned for the fate of the country than I was at any time during the war." TTio exact words further I can not recall, but he gave me to understand that the president had issued orders to officers of the army, of which neither he nor Grant had knowledge, and that there was danger that General Grant would be sent away from Washington.

At the request of Mr. Stanton, I wrote at his dictation the substance of what

fifsj sss-Ssrst I

in Jr manner, should be alike

irf*a misdemeanor.

reference to the project of sendiog the general to Mexico in the autumn of 1866. It was, in substance, this: "At a casual was a welcome guest many households.

will not be' convenient for me to leave.' trustworthy manager. Not mai days after this conversation

arguments. The president grew warm,

and finally, rising from his chair and striking his table violently with his fist, he said, 'I would like to know if there is an officer of the army who will not obey my "orders.' I rose, took my hat iri ray. hand, and said, 'I am an officer of the army, but I am a citizen also. The service yq/. ask me to perform is-a civil service, and, rs a citizen, I way accept it or decline it, and I decline it,' I then left the room."

The distinction thus made by General Grant left to the president authority to assign him to duty as a soldier in any intrWithin the United States that the iresident might select, and hence the solitude of Mr, Stanton for the passage of ie section ins the army bill of .the 2d of March, 1867.

How Cremation-Lo^s.

Report at an Eye-Witaees. The remains arrived at Lancaster at 9:30 Sunday, and at 3:40 that afternoon the body iWfe placed in "the retort. The body was wrapped only in a white'cloth, which was saturated in a solution of alum (to prevent the cloth from being instantly destroyed by the heat), and in" this shape it was laid inan iron cradle, which was placed on a "nJfll^te&ck, the same height as the r^ifCv^^ils was then wheeled up by the propulsion obtained with iron rods, that permitted the attendants who fid it" to stand at a suffi cient ."^stance from the furnace to avoid beir mured by the heat. The furnace door ^ned, the cage containing the body

Y, _lled

into the edge of the open

ing, wh«. »the carriage struck an obstruction, placed there for that purpose, which the body into the retort, leaving saajtewiron track to be drawn back am* of danger. The body was thrown into a furnace heated beyond that orie that Nebuchtifi:-. -zar commanded to be heated "one seven times more than it was wont to be heated," and into which Shadrach and his companions were pitched head first, "bound in their coats, their hosen, and their hats'and other rments." The furnace door clanged ffi^k again, and through a faaiall aperture trie scene inside was noted. Owing to the saturation of the cloth, and, possibly, also to the expulsion of moisture from the body, the first and instant effect was a dense vapor which filled the interior of the furnace, hiding the body. No flame entered -the enclosure, ana in a few moments the space became dear again, and the body, still wrapped in the alum prepared sheet, was seen as a dazzling, incandescent mass, looking something like the molten, glowing mass in the retort of a glass-making furnace. At 5 o'clock it was found that the body had been reduced to ashes.

A Good Word for Alfonso,. In hia Thanksgiving sermon in Paterson, N. J., the Eev. S. J. Enapp said his brother had for years been the private secretary and confidential adviser of King Alfonso, and much of this time had been when the king was young and subject to his influence. Mr. Knapp's brother had assured th! preacher that the stories about the Spanish king's profligacy were baselffWt On the contrary, he believed he had been freer from the vices of royalty than any other monarch in Europe. He denied, also, that the king was either a martinet or a puppet.' On the contrary, he possessed a mind of his own, and was very firm after he hbd once taken a stand. The preacher's brother was a strong Baptist, and he took advantage of his place to advance the interests of his denomination. He was instrumental in getting the Cortee to pass the bill establishing religious liberty in Spain. The young king was 'Jireatenea with excommunication if he approved of the law, which was essentially against the Catholics, but he stood up and braved'this threat, gave his signature to the bill, and made it a law.

Philadelphia is to have a chrysanthemum ball, at whidf -everybody.will endeavor to wear a different variety of the flower.

tiTE, SUNDAY, DECifiMBEB 13, ife

LOVE'S CONQUEST.

It was one of the moat enchanting evenings in the month of May, that month so delicioualy lovely in the fat southwest. The scene was in San Antonio, the quaint old Alamo city of Texas. The gentle breeze from the gulf wafted on its balmy wings the pervading perfume from myriads of flowers, while the bright morn shone down in resplendent beauty upon one of the fairest scenes of the. soft southwest.

The moon, if its radiant beams coald have penetrated the dense shadows of a row of umbrella China trees that bordered the walk of one of the suburban "residences of the city, would have discovered a young couple, a lady and gentleman, promenading slowly up and down the walk, engaged in a low bat earnest conversation.

At length the young man exclaimed to his companion, in tones emphatic and earnest: "Dear Belle, I tell you now as I have told you before, that I will wed no one but you, even if my father disinherits me, as he threatens." "6ear Gerard," she replies in a low tone, you have my whole heart, but I cannot consent to marry you in the face of the opposition of your parents." "Belle," he cried vehemently, "you do not love as I love you, or you would let no obstacle stand in the way 'of onr happiness." "God knows how truly I love you, dew-, but I would mar your happiness, rather than make it, were I to consent to your wishes." "Dear one," said young man," I. do

,o^thewill

should be at the city of Washington, and !. that.he should not be detailed for service elsewhere except at his own request or by the previous approval of_the senate that on the passin^breeze, which, in a spirit all orders and instructions relating to stirred the thick branches military oppositions issued by the

March 2,1867. mistaken ideas, and I convince you In that section it was provided that the 10[your error some day." headquarters of the general of the army promenadere were at that moment. ig a particularly^ dense shade, and a somewhat suspicious sound was wafted

a. and man

-m

president or secretary of war ... should be issued through the instant gazed down upon a familiar tabgeneral of the army, or in case of his dis- lean. He merely closed one eye knowability, through the officer next in com- jne]T grimly, and deposited the

oldest an(j

-After the election of General Grant to ceived all the advantages the presidency, he gave me an account of bestow, his.interview with President Johnson, in

moon for one

A—

void, and that the officer issuing such as swaet orders, and all officers who might obey I Gerard Reiter belonged to one of the them. fing that they had been issued

wealthiest German-American

Antonjo He hftd

wealth could

His pleasing address, genial dis-

itio_ g00d

looks made him a gen-

eral favorite in his native city, and he

Upon

the prep- lent sent for me to come to his jjjm the old gentleman had suggested that office. fpon my arrival I found Mr. about time for him to marry and Sewar/ ,ind the president. Mr. Seward

openeu his portfolio, and read along settle down, intimating that a wife had paper addressed to me, and containing Been selected for him. At this time vieinstructions for my guidance. in Mex-

and to urge. I as steadily resisted his

taking Gerard into business with

rard

ico. Wheft Mr. Seward con- matrimony had not entered his eluded, I said to the president, 'You know I told you that it would not be con-, thoughts. venient for me to go to Mexico. She Shortly after this took placer however, president then began to argue with me, Qerar(i*

met

Miss

paid but little attention to the mat-

Belle Marlow and proceeded

atoDCe to fall madlr in

IuTOwith her.

WQrthy of the

Tall beyond the

ration of any man. common height of women, but a superbly magnificent figure proportioned- to her height, she was an imposing-looking creature. It is but little wonder that she numbered her admirers by the score. But the calm of a serene nature had never been stirred until she met Gerard Beiter, and then the whole wealth of a deep affection was soon given.

Gerard was no laggard in love, and was soon in possession of the sweet assurance that he had found favor in Belle's eyes. Then came an interview on the subject of matrimony with his father. Gerard began by informing him that he had been enmeshed by the little god of love, and that his consent was only lacking to iffake two souls happy.

The old gentleman blandly inquired who the chosen one was, and, upon Ibeing informed, flew into a terrible rage. "I have selected a wife for you, and you will marry Lina Hodkman or leave my roof,", exclaimed the father, somewhatsuppii«ing his passion.

Lina Hockman was the daughter of an old family friend, and the two had long p?nce resolved that their children should marry. But Gerard had a crude notion that in a majjimonial venture the high contracting parties should have some voice. He so informed his father, but that only made matters worse, and the chpleric old gentleman turned fairly purple with rage. "You young ingrate!" he cried. My word and honor are given to my friend that you will marry his daughter, and marry her you will, or you are no longer son of miife 1" "But, father, I do not loveXina, and I do love Miss Jfarlow, said Gerard, quietly. "Love? Bahl What do you know about love? Miss Marlow only loves your expectations, and they will suddenly vanish if you do not conform to my wishes." "Father, you slander Belle. She is poor, I know, but she loves me for myself alone, and I will never give her up." And the determined face of the young man clearly indicated' that he was in "earnest "Then you leave my house and never darken my door again," excitedly cried the irate old man. "You can marry your

Marlow, with her doll face, if she will consent to marry a poor man. Ah, Gerard," cooling down somewhat, "think what yon relinquish by this foolish dream of love. Now there & Lina, who is wellis, and wOTth a dozen

Marlows. Why can't yon act like a sensible man and marry her?" '•Well, father," said Gerard, "I do net love Lina, and I do love Belle, and I cannot marry the former when I adore the latter. If you desire to consult my happiness you will "There, that will do!" harshly interrupted the father. "You can prepare to cany oat my wishes or leave my house." "So be it the latter is my choice," said Gerard, as he turned and left the room.

Gerard at once informed Bell4 of this stormy* interview. With her promise that she would ever be tine tonim, he left the city at once, and the next heard of him by any save Belle was that he was in the northwest, engaged in the same line of business as was Bis father in San Antonio.

Business in the interest of his employer called him to Texas in the autumn of the same year. He visited San Antonio, and had a tender interview with BeUft, but without changing her resolve. Ma did not visit nor see his father. The old gentleman had begun to feel the absence of bis oldest and favorite son, but was too obstinato to let it be known.

Gerard had business in Austin, the state capital, which wonld detain him some time, and Belle had long promised a visit to some Austin friends. Through circumstances probably ruled by a god of love she paid that visit while Gerard was still in the city.

Learning of her arrival, Gerard at

Ah, that delicious' drive in the genial sunshine of a Texas autumn afternoon! The past was forgotten, the future not alluded to, and the rapturous preeent only enjoyed.

But under the shadow of the mount, with the beautiful dark waters of the Colorado on one side and undi^Jating cliffs on the other, in the calm ana glorious afternoon, Gerard reverted to the subject nearest his heart. "Belle, my queen, will you be so cruel? I love you so dearly that nothing in the world could separate us if you would consent to accede to my wishes." "I tm not more cruel to you than to myself dear," she said,with a little sob in her voice. "But I cannot consent to cause a lasting estrangement between yourself and parents. I should never be happy if I dia. nor would yon. "Tne estrangement cannot be more complete than it is now," said Gerard, a little bitterly. "If you loved me you would not let that stand in the way," he added, with the unreasonableness of a disappointed man. "But I do love you, as you know, and perhaps your father would forgive you shoula you give me up." "Not unless I marry Lina Hockman, and that I will never do." "Let us not discuss the matter further, dear it pains me," said Belle. "Perhaps it is as father said, that you would throw me over as soon as you found that I was without expectations," cruelly gaid the young man.

Belle burst into tears and cried as though her heart would break. "Gerard, I did not think you could be so cruel and unjust to me," she said between her sobs.

And what could the young man do but confess that he was an unfeeling brute, and with contrite heart beg her forgiveness? And what could she do but forgive him 1

Gerard left the city the next day fo? his new home in the bustling northweet, with little, hope of seeing Ids love for many days apd perhaps months. It was a sad parting for both, but the young man was hopeful that all wonld come out right, and'his hopefulness cheered the drooping spirits of Belle.

But when the month of May had come again, a little rift appeared in the cloud thaf obscured the lover's horizon.

One day Gerald was surprised to receive a letter from his father, written in a far friendlier spirit than he could have anticipated. The son replied in the same tone. And the rift grew larger, and finally the sun burst forth in all its glory.

Mr. Beiter had sorely missed his son, and finally relented so far as to write to him to come home, and marry to please himself, or, as he rather ungraeiously put it: "Come home, dear boy, and you may marry a mermaid if you like."

Then there was hurrying to and fro, and hasty preparations for travel, and Gerard was soon speeding toward his fair southland home, and to the girl he loved better than all else.

He told his father, when he arrived at home and received a warm welcome from the old man, that he did net wish to marry a mermaid, bus he did desire to marry the sweetest girl in the Alamo city. And it was not long ere the wedding bells rang out for the happy nuptials of as handsome and happy a pair of lovers as St. Mark's cathedral ever had within its portals.

Fighting a Sea Elephant, New Haven News. Up round Behring's Straits the natives live mostly on whale's blubbax. Up there they hunt the walrus for his ivory and also for his hide, which they make into boots. I've seen sometimes as many as 500 of those animals on a cake of ice, all bellowing like thunder, so that you could hear themr for miles.

Then there's the sea elephant, and they are tough fellows, too. It's easy enough killing 'em, but when they are dying they kick dp great fuss. With their little short teeth I've seen 'em bite off apiece of reck as big as a spittoon and throw it at a man with fearful ferce. I found one on a reef one day, and as we needed some more oil I ordered the boat-steerer to make way for the gullyway in the rocks where he was. We came right up to hijg, put an iron into him and hauled him after us out into the clear water. _The%I got in the bow, right -^nder his nose, when he grabbed a? bow of the boat in his teetSfrand tore away a' streak fore and aft. He bit ofl the ends of three lances, and another he snapped out of my hands and tried to throw it at us. Once he made a snap at me with his head, throwing me right into the boat on my back. I picked up a hatchet, and with my twp hands buried it in his head up to the handle. It killed him outright. He was twenty-^e feet long and gave two dozen barrels of oil. We made blanket sheets of its blubber, cutting it into pieces three feet square. Then piercing a hole in the center of each block and running through a spun rope we made, a raft of them and towed it to the ship. The usual way to kill a sea elephant used to be to run right up to him, hit him under the jaw with an oar, which would make him raise up his head, when we would fire right up through his inouth into the brain.

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called upon her and arranged trip to Mount Bonnell, a few miles from tbe pity.

Hal leek's Injustice to Grant. The December number of the North American Review opens with an article on "Halleck's Injustice to Grant" The article is by Colonel Fred* Grant, and relates to the injustice to which General Grant was subjected immediately after the capture of Fort Donelson. It is said that the attempt was subsequently made in the war department to cover up this chapter of history, the records connected with it haviMpeen so separated and put away in detaKd parts that it was made exceedinglyfBficult to get them together again. Whip "General Grant became president the"strange condition of these documents was discovered, and they were finally straightened out Colonel Grant has made effective use of them in his present paper, which concludes as follows "The best comment I can make upon this correspondence, probably, is what I have heard my father say. Itis this:

General Halleck unquestionably regarded General C. F. Smith as a much fitter officer for the command of all the forces in the military district than he (Grant), and, to'render Smith available for such command, desired his promotion to antedate the promotions of the other commanders. It is probable that the general opinion was that Smith's long services in the army and distinguished deeds rendesed him the more proper person for such command. This did not justify, however, the .dispatches which general Halleck sent to Washington, or his rubsequent concealment of- them when pretending to explain the action of his superiors."

A Walking Bulletin.

Wall Street News. An Indianapolis man Who seemed posted on whether wheat was up or down before he reached the board of trade or seen a telegram, was asked how he got his information. "Well, I'll tell you," he replied "every morning on my way down at' 11 o'clock I pass the shop of a butcher. He speculates some and has a brother in Chicago. He knews me to be a bull. If wheat is a jjbint higher he oetnes to the door and says: "Mr. Backus, shall I send yon up a verv choice, fat steak for dinner?"

If wheat is down a point of so he bows very stiffly, and says: 'mall I send up corn *fceef or a soup bone to-day

A Japanese village, a representation oi Jife in Japan, similar to the (me destroyed By firein iiondon, is to- be boilt

New York.

FRESH FASHION NOTES.

Sons of the Beautlfnl Things Which Will Ba Wo». House shoes and slippers, in all colors, are shown in soft, dull, uni^jeased kid.

Plush hats are very fashionable, but more especially for youn^girls and children.

The fancy for combining bronxe and salmoQ pink will, it is said, lead to the adoption of pink'hoee with bronze shoes before the season is over. --Quite popular are the soft felt hats of almost masculine style a wide moire ribbon goes round the crown, adB a long, smooth leather comes out on one side.

There is a new feather trimming so closely resembling natural beaver that it is difficult to detect the difference at any distance. It is very durable, absolutely water-proof, and while very, thick ana firm is extremely light.

A novelty is along cloak of silver-gray plush lined with cardinal faille Francaise, and has very long, loose sleeves that hang nearly to the bottom of the gaiment. It is designed especially for carriage and evening wear and resembles ostrich fcathere in their natural colors.

Dull greens and blues are much in vogue. None but the very fair of complexion adopt them brunettes should wear red, purple, copper-color and such warm tints, which are also quite fashionable. Pinks and bright reds are all the ra^e for evening toilet, and for walking costumes rich browns and maroons are altogether as much in favor as telegram blue or mos^reen.

Black rosary beads are extensively used in mourning for millinery and dress and wrap garniture, and with most satisfactory effect They are among the most desirable of the new fashionable trimmings, as they are in various sizes and shapes and in glossy and dull finish, so that they produce in skillful hands most artistic results. An attractive costume for light mourning is shown in a camels'hair fabric with a handsome panel and full waist and sleeve trimmings in watered silk set on in applique with outlining of small rosary beads,.

An attractive skating dress for a blonde is made of green billiard cloth. The skirt is trimmed with fiat gold braid. It is laid in box-plaits with the braiding pattern on the outside of the plaits. There is a short drapery, very close, and straight back breadths with a pattern in gold braid across the lower edge above the .feem. The close-fitting basque has similar braiding and small tassels of gold bullion on the points of the postilion Jback. The Bhort jacket has a braiding pattern wrought on the front and pocket lids, and the garment is trimmed with golden beaver. A turban of green velvet with a band of beaver and muff to match complete this jaunty costume.

A BEAR STORY.

From the Never-Tailing Source ol Tarns, the Adrlondack Mountains. Ogdensburg (N. Y.) Journal.

Last Tuesday afternoon, while Antoine Huberts, an employe of Benjamin Wells, of this village, was looking after and caring for his sheep, he discovered tracks of a bear of such huge proportions as to indicate he was an old settler, if his "understanding was commensurate to his body." Following in the direction the animal had traveled Roberts suddenly discovered the object of his search a few feet from him. Bruin was quietly feeding on the tender body of a lamb, the property of Mr. Wells, but beat a hasty retreat when he saw the stranger.

Mr. Roberts being armed with nothing but a salt-dish, and thinking the method of catching squirrels would not. work in this case, soon abandoned the pursuit. The next morning he was joined by Wallace McFarland, Charles O. Bartlett, and Ashley S. Prime, who followed the bear's track in a zigzag course over tbe summit of Mount Ebeneaer and several other mountains, but returned without the least evidence of success. Thursday morning Edgar Lewis, the popular Saranac guide, joined the party, and all set out in hot pursuit at about 4 o'clock. They firet struck the track but a few rods from Liberty Green's house, thence over Hamlin mountain, And came in sight of "the biggest bear in the Adirondacks" near Marcombville. Mr. Lewis opened fire on the animal when some eight rods distant, the ball taking effect in the shoulder. Bruin rose up on his hind leet, and glancing about saw the source from which he had received his wound. Meanwhile_ the dogs occupied his attention, but, notwithstanding, he started for the man who shot him, roaring with rage. Mr. Lewis succeeded in firing six successive shots from his Winchester rifle when retreating, all of which took effect. The last shot entered the beast's head near the right eye, killing him instantly, when only seven or eight feet distant Mr. Lewis stood hemmed in on all sides, so that it would have been extremely difficult to escape, had not the last shot produced the desired result.

The bear weighed, when dressed, nearly 500 pounds, and was justly denominated by the guide and those who have seen him as the "Jumbo among bears." Hundreds have already seen the monster who can vouch for the statement concerning his immense size. The writer is not prepared to state thfe animal's age, but old hunters, whose veracity has not been questioned—not more than hunters' generally—say he must have been 20 or 25 years old.

Theater to Fit the Hat.

Brooklyn Eagle. The big hat at the opera problem has been solved in the new music hall at Cleveland, O. The balconies are raised at such a steep pitch that the feet of the listener come on a level with the shoulders of the person sitting in front of him. When the woman with a hat like a drop curtain comes in and sits down before fellow, the fellow ooes not care a continental for the hat. In fact, he rather likes it He lays his programme, handkerchief and opera glasses upon it This pleases the audience, and it smilee. The woman does not know what is'the racket, and thinks she is attracting attention, so she smiles. Thus everybody is pfrased and the little woman with a steeple crown hat is no more of a nuisance than the fellow who scrambles out over your knees to go out after some cloves.

Extravagance Expected.

WaAington Post (Dem.) It looks as if there wonld be at the ap proaching session of congress most strenu ous ei'ort? made to compel the adminis tration and the party in congress, against their own judgment, to enter upon a career of extravagance unknown even in republican experience.

Waves Mountains High.

Boston Herald. The report of the lighthouse keeper on Minot's ledge, that during the recent gale the waves broke over the top of that structure, which stands 114 net above the sea level, gives a basis of fact to the figure which speaks of the waves "mountain high."

Something Must be Done

Brother Gardner to Lime-Kiln Clnb. When a man who airns an aiver fo' dollars a week, an' who m*hev trabbled as fur as ToTc-1-*'

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gits de ideah in his he -J .id' h* lu'.f realises de wants an' de needs of Uia ken-

try, nid dai all d« wheels would sUw if he let go de handle sumthin should be done for him right away.

Plain, Ordinary Jol&s.

Columbus Di-patch: A bucket shop should be managed by a pale man. Palmer Journal: When silence reigns is it necessary to carry aq umbrella?

Sao Francisco Post: It is not the cream that ought,to. be whipped, but the milkman.

New York Journal: Philippopolis preaeuts a peculiarly pugnacious appearance for a place of "p's."

Yonkers Statesman: A magician who can eat fire is easily satisfied. He is t| light eater, yon know.

Puck: "What I Told My Wife" is the title of a new book. It is almost needless to say that it is fic'ion.

Pittsburg Chronicle: A ghost without ahead is reported at Lancaster. Some brave man ought to'put ahead on it

Boston Transcript: When a person is in everybody's mouth ho naturally has a high appreciation of the popular taste.

Roxbury Advocate: Jones (who is not" friendly to Johnson)—Yes! He resembles his father, who is about as small a man as I ever met.

Harper's Bazar: Mr.Oldbeau (to young rival, before young lady to whom they were both attentive)—Why, bless me, Charley, how you've grown 1

Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph: Yon always feel surprised when van see a shooting star, do you not? Tnat is because you did not know the sky was loaded.

Burlington Free Press: "If yon sit in the chimney corner all your days your true love will find you out'' is an old adage. She will if you happen to be married to her.

Boston Tra&soript: Spoodle was spying that when he was abroad he was presented at court "The duce you were!" exclaimed Fogg. "How did it happen? How much did they fine you?"

Lowell Citizen: A poet says a kiss if "the meeting of souls." Hence we presume that a kiss in the darks happens only when two souls accidentally run against each'other by reason of lack of light

Cincinnati Commercial Traveller "How do you tell a fool when you see one, Mra. Jones asked a wearisome old bachelor of a lively young widow. "I usually tell one to leave,t she replied,, and the bachelor didn't ask for'a diagram.

Fall Biver Advance: The man who lays down the law to his wife and tells her that under oajth to his lodge he is forbidden to receive Christmas presents may miss getiing a token of his wife's affection, but he will save money by the loss.

The Tiber, a Bargain for Americans* Pall Mall Gazette. The statue recently discovered in the bed of the Tiber proves to be a Bacchus. So at least the Italian cognoscenti declare., though the Winckelmans of to-day are no doubt pouring acrots the Alps to controvert this classification and prove him to be something entirely different He stands six feet in height, is cast in bronze with ivory eyes, is exquisitely modeled and in excellent preservation. This find should spur the lagging project Of a thorough search of the bed of the Tiber. Why does not a company of patriotic Americans purchase from the Italian government the Tiber, .with its treasuretrove? Borne has already "had emperors and quarter emperors" enough and to spare, in yellow marble and rich-toned bronze, whereas art-worshiping^ America has to put up with the death-like pillar of plaster castes. Such a company might endow the Republic with a western Vatican, and then if they found Solomon's candlesticks, which are said to repose under the Ponte Molle, what jubilation there would be among the churches.J"

Things Worse Than Pain,:

Brooklyn Eagle. Stimulants and anesthetics of all kinds make a strong and immediate appeal to human nature. It was because that noxious and destructive drug, hydrate of chloral, was recommended by authority upon too .imperfect examination^ that thousands of people have fallen victims to its wanton and capricious qualities. Dr. Richardson bitterly regrets the popularity his recommendation gave it, excellent as was his motive. Now cocaine in various forms is insinuating itself not only into the legitimate practice of medicine, but as one of the- household remedies for the unenlightened to apply at will. The grand old stoic, who, racked with torture, denied that pain was an evil, has few followers to-diy. But if an evil in itself, we assure our readers it is more toleroble than some of its professed remedies and exterminators.

Reward for Baldness.

A" wirie merhcant in Hamburg, Germany, has bequeathed 1,000 thalers per annam—the interest on a certain sum— to the baldest man in the city, with the proviso that, should a man turn up with no hair at all on his head, he is to take the entire capital.

He Monkeyed With the Buzz-Saw. Merchant Traveller. "Don't be a fool,Tmy dear,".remonstrated a husband to his wife, who was letting her jaw swing loose in the breeze.

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"I won't, Mr. Jenkins, I won't," she answered "people wouldn't know us apart ii I did." He went right down town.

It Closed the Shop.

Burlington Free Press. A Massachusetts man brought a jug of cider to the editor of his country weekly and the knight of the quill immediately J? shut himself in and hung out a placard faying, "This is my busy day."

The One Thing Lacking*,

Troy Press. ||s| President Eliot has promised So read to the Nineteenth Century club in January a paper on "Religion in Colleges." There seems to be everything in colleges but hard study. f-,.

A Kiss for a Fee.

A justice of the peace in Groton, Conn.,» was obliged not long ago to content himself with a kiss from the btide in lieu of 'y a marriage fee. He has now put up a placard) "Terms cash."

A Paring Storm. -ir

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A Califoroixu girl fts so!4.$J00 'th of Iv '.hern ^'«rted fr.im wild hj tiiat Hbeiv ut J-«- -'ii- g'H&yutthere have nearly as mi ch

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The receipts from passengers who went over the Revere Beach railroad to witness the effects of the storm will more than pay the cost of repairing the damage done to the road-bed. 'ill

v' Business Buoyant. Pittsburg reports that pig iiori is going up at a rapid rate. When business be- "M come buoyant enough'to float pig iron we may say that our prosperity is on a substantial foundation.

.A Thanksgiving Sentiment Evangelist Moody, being asked for a TharV«p-«vitig sentiment, offered (bis: i-% iprayerful for every^ f-.- "rr-thing."