Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 November 1887 — Page 3

A I.ITTLK COMEDY.

fS t.it world the same, do you think, my dear, AB when we walked by the sea together, And the white caps danced and the cllfl« rose sheer

And we were glad In the autumn weather

You played at loving that day, my dear--How well you told me that tender storyArid I made answer, with smile and tear.

While the eky was flushad with sunsets glory.

Now I shut my eyes, and I see, my dear. That far-olf path by the surging ocean I Hhut my eyes, and seem to hear

Your voice surmounting the tide's commotion.

it was but a comedy slight, my UearWhy should its memory come to vex me? ran It be that I am longing that you should u[rpear

And play It again? My thoughts perplex me.

"Pis the sea and the shore that I miss, my dear— The sea, and the shore, and the sunset's gloryOr would these be nothing without you near

To murmur again that fond old story'.'

I know you now but too well, my dear With your heart as light as a wind-blown featherYet somehow the world seems cold and drear

Without your acting this autumn weather. Louise Chandler-Jloulton In November Century.

A PLOT FOR A WIFE.

"Well, what news?" asked Kreya Delvor of her lover, as they paused in the scented shadows of the apple trees. "Have you seen the enemy?" "T have seen the enemy!" waa Albany Dliiott's reply, "and he is not ours. In fact, he says I shall never have you, Kreya, as long as I live." "I'm sure you didn't, meet pupa in the right way. He's interested in nothing but antiquities, and 1 am quite sure would dispose of my hand to any ono who could givo in exchange a rare coin or a Koman inscription." said the girl, laughing lightly. "If you want to please him turn collector and discover something." "'I'll do it.'" said Albany enthusiastically, "and it won't be my fault if I don't discover a whole museum of curiosities." And then r-omething happened that most lovers arc familiar with, and. the young man went on his way rejoicing.

A few days afterward Albany presented himself at the Delver house and informed the doctor that he had made a wonderful discovery in the Chayne's field near by, a Koman tablet. It did not take I Jr. Delver very long to follow l.lie young man to the placo where, sure enough, in a deep hole lay a stone with S. K. I'. S. K. V. inscribed on it. (ire^t was the good man's delight, and he exclaimed: "Mr. Klliott, I don't know how can thank you. how I can repay you for having given me this amount of ecstacy!" "You can easily repay ma. sir," said Albany. ••How'.' Whon? Where?" said tho almost bewildered antiquary. "Allow me to mirie your daughter l-Yoya my wife," answered the young man.

What, lirin Ahem! What? Freya? Linn! An artist'/" stammered the doctor. "Well, well, I'll consider it. don't ahem like tho idea: but Ahem! Ono can't be too careful those days. Ahem! Well, good morning, Mr. Klliott."

The old man shuttled oil cuddling tho tile and the stone. "So far, so good.'' muttered Albany "but, by Jovo! If he should twig the trick! I copied the thing right enough from tho book, but these old potterera are so awful cute." "A'm just sorry ye've let the old gaffer in again, Mr. Elliott," said Mrs. Chayne, on his arrival at the farm. "Why?" asked Albany. "Because he's a terrible loon for inessin' and mockin' aboot," replied Mrs. Chayne. "llecooms in here with his dirty boots and his lioman rubbish an' stuli' an' it alhis takes me and Meggy a good hour to clean up after him. Then ho never so much as asks leave for to dig and turn over tho grass land, and never a 'Thank ye. Mrs. Chayne,'or a 'liv your leave, Mrs. Chayne,' not he. He's a cool look, is the galTer, an' there's nae doot o' thot," "Well but. Mrs Chayne," said Albany, "I'm sure you won't mind when tell you why

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have done it."

Mrs. Chayne liked Klliott immensely, as did all the folks in the neighborhood, from the parson down to Johnnie Armstrong, the cobbler, and general gossipmonger, and she treated him rather as a personal friend than as a guest so whon Albany told her tho secret, she laughed heartily and said: "Ah! Miss I'Tova! She's a cannio lassie, that she be. And we a' call it a shame that she's shut up with the old gall'er from Martinmas to Martinmas, without never a chance o' meetin' with some Lionnie lad as would make her his wife. But 1 toll ye. Mr. Klliott, the gaffer is a deep one, he is an' I'm thinkin' ye must have done your work uncommonly well to deceive him. Old Dick Ridley, of Alston, once played him the like trick, that was many years syne but notiody since has. But we'll win Miss I'rev a for ye. Mr. Klliott, that wo will.'"

Mrs. Chayne's prediction came true. Albany called at Hawsdyke a day or two after and found the doctor raging and raving like a madman. When the old gentleman saw Albany he rushed toward him with his hands stretched out and an expression of almost pathetic agony on his face. "Mr. Klliott," he cried, "I've boen deceived robbed. Some villain's been imposing on me by trying to pass of all this worthless rubbish as genuine Roman relics. Mind, I don't say it is you, for I don't believe you are capable of such a crime aud a crime it is. just as much as it is for monks to palm otf relics of saints on simple folk." "I am very sorry, sir," said Albany "but but 1 presume that my reward holds good." "Reward!" almost yelled the antiquary "reward for what? Reward for having caused me the bitterest moment of my existence? No, sir I said 1 would take time to consider the matter, and 1 have considered it." "But. sir. Freya that is, Miss Delver— is engaged to me." said Albany, desperately. "My daughter, sir," said the old gentleman, in a dignified manner. has no right to dispose of herself without my consent. Miss Delver is under age, sir."

Albany rushed from the house, a picture of angry despair. He ate no dinner that day, and, contrary to his usual active habits, sat iu the farmhouse all the afternoon, puffing savagely at his pipe and glaring into the tire. Mr?. Chayne. of course, noticed the change in the voting man's demeanor, and said: "Cheer up. Master Elliott: a'know n' that's took place. The rubbish has been found out, and the old gaffer he's said nae aboot Miss Freya. Didna a' teel ye that a' would win her for he?" "Yes. of eeurse you did: Wut hew the

how can you?'' angrily replied Albany. "Bide a wee. Gang out an' dinna put yourself aboot: ye'll hear something by the morning," said the worthy woman. "When Phillis Chayne says she'll do a thing, she'll do it."

The next morning Albany was sur-

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rised see Freya standing on the footif waiting for him. When she saw him she hurried toward him and said: "Oh, Albany! my father's in such a state. I've never seen him so miserable in all my life. He's bad a letter from Mrs. Chayne saying that, as all the Roman relics he has that he values, have been found upon her property, she'll trouble him to give them up. She will take no payment—nothing but the relics, and she says that unless he does, she will put her case in the hands of the law. And he's asked me to find you, so come along."

Albany Elliott took off his bonnet and hurled it into the air with a wild hurrah. "She's a brick, that Mrs. Chayne,"' said ho, when his enthusiasm subsided. "She said she'd win you for me. She knows that the doctor would rather part with you than with his relics, and that's why she's done this."

The doctor met them at the door. •'Oh, Mr. Elliott," he said, "ruin and misery stare me in the face. That fiend of a Mrs. Chayne wants me to give up my darling household gods, and the worBt of it is that she has the law on her side, and I must give them up unless, unless "Well, doctor," said Albany, "she's a terrible woman, I know, for sticking to her word. If she says a thing she means it: and I know she wants to get your relics. But, if you'll allow me, I'll offer mv mediation, and. although I am not sanguine of success, you may be sure that I'll do my best." "Will you? will you? cried the old man in ecstacy. "you'll be my greatest benefactor if you succeed for parting with all these results of long years of labor and research would be like parting with my very eyesight." "You are willing to pay a high price, doctor?" said the young man. "Yes, yes anything up to

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plied the antiquary. "I don't moan in filthy lucre," said Albany. "If I sticceod "in getting Mrs. C'hayno to relent, will you give me your Freya?" "Yes. 1 will that I will,-' said the old gentleman. "But be quick: don't lose any time. Every moment until you come back will be a year to me."

Albany made a show of rushing off, returning late that evening with tho news that Mrs. Chayne had relented. The old doctor almost wont mad with joy, kissed his darling relics, kissed Froya, and even embraced Albany. In alfew weeks' time Freya Delver became Mrs. Albany Klliott, and it may be taken for granted that the worthy Mrs. Chayne did not lack recompense for tho part she had played in giving a practical exemplification of tho time worn dictum that "all's fair in love." The doctor was never quite so neighborly to Mrs. Chayne afterward as ho had been, and privately expressed his opinion that the whole affair had been a plot, to which she was a party but as Albany Elliott made him an excellent son-in-law iti every sense of of the phrase, anil as Freya expressed herself perfectly happy and contented, he never gavo audible vent to his notions.

DEATH OF A NOTORIOUS BUNCO MAN. Doc Holladay is dead. Few inou liavo been bettor known to a certain class of sporting people, and fow men of his character had more friends or stronger champions. Ho represented a class of men who are fast disappearing in the uow Wrest, He had the reputation of boing a bunco man, desperado, and bad man generally, yet he was a very mildmannered man, was genial and companionable, and had many excellent qualities. In Arizona he was associated with the Wyatt Earp gang. These men were officers of the law, and were opposed to the "rustlers" or cattle thieves. Holladay killed several men during his life in Arizona, and his body was full of wounds received in bloody encounters. His history was an interesting one. Ho was sometimes in the right, but quite often in the wrong, probably, in his various escapades.

The doctor had only one deadly encounter in Colorado. This was in Leadville. He was well known in Denver, and had lived here a good deal in the the past few years. He had strong friends in some old-timo detective officers and in certain representatives of the sporting element. He was a rather goodlooking man. and his coolness and courage, his affable ways and fund of interesting experiences, won him many admirers. Ho was a strong friend, a cool and determined enemy, and a man of quite strong character. He had been well known to all the states and territories west of Kentucky, his old home. His death took place at Glenwood Springs Tuesday morning. Denver Republican.

BREWERY IN A MINE.

For several years, says a letter from Butler, Pa., a very choice article of beer and ale has been sold in various places in the coal regions of this county which revenue officers were satisfied was being brewed without warrant from the government. All efforts to discover the illicit brewery were in vain. Last week Deputy Collector Thompson of Westmoreland county received an intimation that brought him to Butler. Representing himself as the agent of a company desiring to purchase coal lands, he formed the acquaintance of Superintendent File, who has charge of some mines in one of the back districts. Tho superintendent showed him over the property and then took him into one of the mines. There, far in under the ground and running by the light of many lamps, the ageut was taken to as complete a steam brewery as he had ever seen. It was lit ted up with the latent improvements. The superintendent informed his guest that the subterranean beer and ale brewery had been in operation for_ five years, and that the government officials had looked for it in vain. The next day the revenue officers confiscated the mine brewery and arrested the superintendent. The claim of the government was satisfied by the payment of 83,000. The brewery was released and is now again iu operation. But the beer will pay the tax hereafter.

A NEW GAS.

The discovery of a new gas is a rare and important event to chemists. Such a discovery has been announced in Germany by Dr. Theodore Curtius. who has succeeded in preparing the long-sought hydride of nitrogen, amidogen, diamide, or hydrazine, as it is variously called. This remarkable body, which has hitherto baffled all attempts at isolation, is now shown to be a gas, perfectly stable up to a very high temperature, of a peculiar odor, differing from that of ammonia, exceedingly soluble in water, and of basic properties. In composition it is nearly identical with ammonia, both beiegeempeundsef nitrogen a*d hydrogen.

"AN IDYL OF THE RAILROAD."

Bob Burdette's Chat on Trunks and Trunk Smashers and Smashing.

THE ONLY TRUNK THAT EVER DEFIED SMASHING.

Dave Hansiiaw and tlie Mysterious Trunk- -Th.e Stranger in the Baggage Car.

(Copyrighted, 1887.)

[Specially written for the Express. The life of a joke is long, and the art of getting to Canada safely is fleeting, but all the days of the trunk are numbered. The fragile pitcher that goeth often to the fountain is broken at last, but the iron-bound trunk with soleleather sides and ribs of oak gets both ends caved in on the first trip. The art of trunk-making and trunk-smashing is coeval. When tho first trunk was made the same records tell us the first trunk was smashed. And since that far-away-day, ages back in tho misty past, the history of trunk-making and trunk-smash-ing has gone hand in hand: it has been written in interleaved volumes. "Children of men." exclaimed Ben Soleather Chilled Steel, "I have made a trunk that will laugh to scorn the gnawing tooth of time." "O, race of mortals," cried Siva the Destroyer, "I have perfected a maul with a fourfoot handle that will break through the crust of the rock-ribbed earth!" From tho maul, assisted by Mr. Darwin and other ominent evolution fakirs, the Destroyer evolved the Baggage Smasher, across between a Steam-hammer and a Stump extractor. From that time two great problems have engaged the brain and muscles of mankind. Tho one, to produce an indestructible trunk the other, to evolve a force that will make kindling wood of the indestructible to construct that which shall be all-resist-ant, and to evolve that which shall bo irresistible.

When the Baggage Smasher was evolved in the fullness of his destructive powers, tho gods were so pleased with him that each one endowed him with some peculiar gift. Venus gave him the power tc mash tho hearts of the waiter ladies, so that ho might always get his dinner first, although the hungry passengers might vainly shriek their orders in voices rendered harsh and shrill by starvation, and weigh their quarter "tip" against the Destroyer's smiles. Vulcan gavo to his arms tho resistless swing of the sledgo hammer, and to his massive chest the resisting power of the anvil, so that whether he pitched or caught, whatever ho touched, or whatever touched him, might be broken. Minerva gavo him wisdom, so that he might tell, by running his eye over it, the weakened corner of a stubborn trunk. Apollo taught him to tell the truth on the bias, so that ho might stand beside the ghastly fragments of a wrecked and splinterod Saratoga, and lay his hand on his ccllous heart and calmly say that "that trunk was that way when it was put in his car." Mars taught him to tight, that he might knock out the howling passenger who sought to redress the wrongs of his baggage with force and arms. And Jove gave him a voice of thunder and a regal bearing with which to affright tho wary commercial traveller who might seek most thriftily to charge tho house with two tons of extra baggage, while he payed for three hundred pounds. And thus equipped, they sent him forth to make life a burden to all traveling folk.

Under tho rule of the Destroyer, the life of a trunk follows the earth in one revolution around the sun. It, the trunk, starts out in the vigor of sole leather, oak ribs, wrought nails, and strong rivets, when the wind-flowers, called out by tho smiles of spring, deck the sheltered glens with starry beauty. It loses a castor or two when the apple buds are pink, and casts a shoe in early June. The scythes are swinging in the hay harvest whon it throws both handles, and when the leaves begin to turn, it comes back from the mountains bound with many strong ropes, which the Destrojer keeps always on hand at cents each. At Christmas time, that trunk's own mother wouldn't know it, and when the robins nest again, it is a trunk only in name. True, a trunk may last several years, if you only make a thirty-fivo-mile trip once in throe years, to visit your grandparents, and you make tho whole trip there and back in a farm wagon lined with straw, and sit upon your trunk all tho way going and coming, and handle it as tenderly as though it were an egg of the renaissance every time you move it. But that gentle reader (by which phrase I mean, guileless imbecile), isn't just what is meant in these days by travelling. On tho average, the trunk of the commercial traveller, the actor, the lecturer, or any professional wanderer, is marked "13. (4. shops" at the end of the first year. At the close of tho second it goes to the scrap heap, and is trodden under the foot of the ragpicker.

It is a mistaken idea that light U.tggago receives the least injury, because it is so much more easily handled. I have tried all sorts, and my experience is that light baggage faros worse, because the Destroyer can throw it farther. Ho is at he to it ha ton sample case, because if they pul! out he has nothing to catch hold of but the small round iron lumps aud rivet her.ds, which afford him no grip at all. But in the case of the little, modest lightweight trunk, the champion pulls the handles out for fun. because he has no use for them, any how: he throws that trunk like a foot-ball.

A bright and gifted Iowa woman, Matilna Fletcher, some years ago invented a safety trunk. It was a perfect cylinder, rounded at one end and flat at the other. So, you see. it always had to stand on the Hat end in a secure corner of the car. It had to be carefully sustained in position, because if it fell down it would roll across the car and break the Destroyer's legs. He couldn't toss it up on top of a high pile of baggage, be cause it would then roll off and break his neck. He couldn't pile any baggage on top of it because nothing would stay on the rounded end. Thus it was always where its owner could easily get at it. For the same reason, it had to be wheeled about on a truck all by itself. It was made without handles, so that the Destroyer had to handle it with great care. If he rolled it, it received no harm, but it would roll in tangents. and get away from him, and cause him no end of trouble. He had to hug it up in his arms and carry it into tho car as though it was a three-year-old baby. It was a perfect success, but it looked so much like an overgrown dynamite bomb that everybody was afraid of it. and I tkisk the government must

THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 27. 1887.

have prohibited the manufacture of it. as I have not met it on the trains for several years.

I don't know whether any of the younger commercial travelers or actors will remember Dave Hanshaw, but some of the older commuters and wanderers will recall him. He used to run baggage on the old Kalamakee, Andover & Crossway Air Line, and he was a rustler. One dull November evening they had made the last way stop, and were running toward Chicago a little behind time and going slow. Old "Hundred and NinetyTwo" had slipped an eccentric, and was only working one side, and the hour and the speed were alike gloomy. The baggage car was very quiet, because all the boys, who loved to sit in there and smoke, had gone back to the day coaches to snooze away the depressing twilight. and Dave supposed he was entirely alone. He was examining a now sample case, strong as a granite mountain. that belonged to a hardware man. Dave whistled softly as he critically noted the good and weak points of the case, when a voice said, "Thatfellow will give you a great deal of trouble."

Davo glanced toward the gloomy corner of the car, and saw a tall man, of serious asoect, sitting cross-legged on a tin trunkmarked "Johann Immerling Esengehendestraussenberger Millegewaukeeburgh, Stadt Westliche Constanchen Amerigeland." The stranger held an unlighted cigar between his long fingers, and was looking at the baggageman instead of the trunk. The railroader was in noways surprised strangers frequently followed Dave's commercial and professional acquaintances into his car, so he merely 6aid, "She's a lone hand, sure but I guess I can eucher it, if I lay out to. I've seen a good many solid pieces come in here on four good castors and go out in an ambulance." "Still," said the stranger, lighting his cigar by breathing upon it, "but you never saw one so strong as that." "You must know something about trunks," said Dave, gazing with unconcealed admiration at the cigar "fake," and wondering if he had Hermann in thoro to amuse him. "I ought to," said the stranger. "Come off!" shouted the baggageman, "then yeu must be the de "Oh, breathe not his name!" said the stranger, smiling as ho blew out a cloud of smoke with a blue light and a slightly hissing sound, "but you are correct, and that is my trunk you are admiring. Nothing supernatural in it. Common trunk warranted to contain nothing but wearing apparel, not all made up. It's a fiendish invention of human manufacture. Made by an old darkey down in Texas, and I've been going around with it nearly three months, and it's as good as new. Dollars to doughnuts you can't start a seam or break a corner of it." "Well," said Dave, "you and I have boen in business a good many years I've often heard of you—often heard your name mentioned in this car, but I think I never met you before. I've often been told to go to you, but I always declined, and now you've como to me. So you invented trunks, eh?" "Yes," said the Adversary, "I think I did. If there is an evil in the world that afflicts traveling humanity worse than baggage I don't know what it is. Its inherent wickedness is evident from the fact that it is barred at tho portals of Paradise. No man can take a pound of baggage to Heaven with him. But how long do you want to smash that hat-box of mino?" "I guess I'll send her to the rope man when we get to Chicago," said Dave, confidentially. "I'll give you a year," said the stranger, "and you can double check it up and down on your own run all the time. Get all the boys to help you. I'll come back in a year, and if you haven't made a dent in it by that time. I'll put you inside of it."

Tho stranger puffed his cigar with a shower of sparks and blue tire like a roman candle, and Dave was alone. He shook himself, searched through tho car. and grew very thoughtful. "Well," he said, "if that trunk wasn't there, I'd say I'd been asleep."

But the trunk was there—a leather affair, sewed with rivets, big as all out doors, and heavy as a mogul engine. Dave tossed it back and forth, kicked it, and twisted it, fired big trunks at it, jammed it up and down on the floor till the car rocked, and tho trunk went down the skids at Chicago without a wrinkle. The baggage was never claimed, and the boys used to practise on it, but it stood buffets better than a football. In about eleven months Davo suddenly threw up his job, saying that he was tired of railroading. He went down to Normal, and went to woVk for a florist, raising and caring for delicate hot-house plants, and living about all the time in the most fragile of glass houses. Last time I saw him ho was training some pets, a couple of tiny canary birds, the two of them scarcely as big as one of his thumbs. They fairly lived on the big fellows shoulders and in his hair." "I do hate anything big and rough," he said, showing me a little cobweb of a cage lie had made for them, so delicate you hardly dared breathe upon it. "See this little arrangement for them to drawwater with? The whole thing, birds, cage, well bucket, chain and all doesn't weigh five ounces, and say, old man. you needn't be calling me 'Dave* so loud. My name's Daniel- Daniel Henderson. Say, have you seen any of the boys on the old run lately? Are they all right?"

He seemed joyously reassured when I told him they wore, and I came away. What made me think of him to-day was this little paragraph I saw in a Chicago paper yesterday: "At a sale of unclaimed baggage by the Kalamakee, Andover ifc Crossway railroad yesterday, one very large trunk was sold for thirty-eight dollars, and on cutting it open, as tho lock could not be forced, the trunk was found to consist simply of a bale of Texas cotton, leather covered. It had evidently been put up by some crank to torment tho muchenduring and patient baggageman, and had lain in the freight house of the company for over a year."

ROHERT J. Bt'RDETTK.

AN ORNITHOLOGICAL EXHIBITION. The society "Ornis." at Berlin, Germany. intends to have an exhibition of birds from all the countries of the world, to be held at Berlin in the course of next year. The exhibit is not to serve the exclusive intersts of breeders, but will le made available for the promotion of the science of ornithology. The committee will communicate with similar societies in other countries.

SERVIAN AND TURKISH RAILROADS. The railroads on Servian and Turkish grounds have been completed so far that trains will soon be run across the frontier and connected intercommunication established. As soon as these trial trips shall have been made and there shall be a sufficiency of rolling stock, through trains from Vienna to Salonica, or from the British channel and German ocean te the jCgeaa sea. will begia running.

TALKATIVE MEN AND WOMEN.

Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher Delivers a Lecture on "Silence is j" Golden."

THE VALUE OF BRIDLING THE TONGUE.

Silence Most Effective in. Argument- A Wise Woman Will Hold Her Peace."

[Copyrighted.]

Specially written for the Express. No greater kindness or more beneficial instruction can parents bestow upon their children than from their earliest years to teach them how wise a thing it is to bridle tho tongue. But tho most efficient and lasting teaching of this doctrine will be that which the children gather from their parents' personal example. If that, more than words, is of a character to convince them that their parents believe in, and conscientiously endeavor to practice themselves, the lessons they attempt to teach, we may be sure the children will be quick and eager to recognize it and eager to imitate.

Nothing is sweeter than true social intercourse, and the friendly- or tho family circle would bo dull and most unsatisfactory if not enlivened and cheered with frequent and cheerful conversation all through the day or week. But, however much freedom and affectionate confidence there may be among friends, or in the relations of home, even there it is not wise or safe to leave the tongue wholly unbridled.

The "word spoken in season how good it is." But even with our best and dearest, now and then, every day, there are occasions when the power of silence is far more to be depended upon, and is infinitely more ellieacious than the most royal gifts of eloquence. We have seen cases and more particularly among the young --when what seemed an ungovernable outbreak of passion has been quelled by a perfectly calm silence. Not one word of reply has often—like oil on the troubled waters—laid to rest the perturbed spirit, and brought smiles and peace.

Few are so perfect that some disturbance will notoccasionally.arise that tends toward a dispute. Even an argument may become so heated that it loads close on to a dispute. Although tho definitions of "argument" and "dispute," as given by the authorities, are almost synonymous, yet it always seems that disputes border more closely on to irritation or anger than arguments do. At any rate the powder magazine is so near to both that holding back a reply although the hardest—is much the wisest way. There are times, which everyene has probably known, when even a "soft answer" has not half the power of perfect silence.

With tho ignorant and passionato it is not only useless, but the wildest folly to argue or dispute. Was Solomon, with all his wisdom, in the most trust-worthy state of mind and judgment when ho advised to "answer a fool according to his folly?" If gifted with great self-control, sensible people may dispute or disagree on many points of interest, and vet not forgot tho laws of kindness and good sense but none can "answer a fool according to his folly" without descending to his level.

In the household many things demanding forbearance and a great stock of patience are springing up constantly, In large families particularly, hardly an hour passes, even when all endeavor to be guided by the laws of love and kindness, that little clouds do not appear in the distance, shadows pass over the horizon, which, by a trifling irritation or mistake would soon gather in black clouds, threatening a violent storm. But by silence, "sotting a watch over the door of the mouth," these shadows pass aw.iy leaving no trace behind.

None more than the wife need to have the full possession of the crowning grace of silence and the ability to know instinctively when to hold her peace— even from words of greeting or endearment. Men are so entirely different in this respect that, while loving strongly and faithfully they are not so dependent on the daily outward expression of affection as woman. With her "Love will die if It In not fed.

And the true heart cries for its daily bread.'' With men a word of* endearment, a smile or a caress are all pleasant enough now and then yet these little weaknesses are not necessary to a man's comfort or happiness. But a loving wife can dispense with food and rest, and think it no hardship, if by so doing for a time -forgetting her own bodily needs—she secures the time to cater for the taste, or minister to the comfort of those she loves. But gentle words and attentions, especially from the one loved par excellence, she cannot dispense with without suffering and loss. They are her life. With them her nature expands, broadens, grows richer and nobler wit hout, them she withers and becomes impovrrished. Many husbands little understand how quickly their wives may deteriorate or become mere cold machines, if they pass heedlessly on their way forgetting tho heart-famine they leave at home.

But no matter how much a woman may crave gentle attentions and loving notice, if wise she will teach herself to understand the great power she may earn by silence -not grim, unamiable silence --but, that which gentle, unostentatiously tends to peace. Its patient continuance will often enlighten the eyes which have been unconsciously holdon to tho unintentional neglect which has, perhaps, left shadows on the home life, and once recognized they will love and honor tho wife all the more for the quiet lesson she has taught by her silence. There are times in men's lives far more than in women's, when any repiy to hasty or careless remarks or complaints, however just, of inattention or supposed neglect, would be most untimely and perhaps, cause serious trouble.

A woman in comfortable health naturally rises in the morning in a cheerful, happy frame of mind, inclining to sprightly conversation, and were her husband able to be equally so could in those few moments of morning converse and greeting drink in enough nectar to make her eyes bright and her step elastic all daylong. But a life of business or public duties is seldome conducive to a good night's rest, or a cheerful, happywaking.

Unfortunately, however, it often happens that the short time devoted to waking and dressing are the very moments when a wise woman will hold her peace, content to know that kindly attentions and pleasant words have more power, and are better appreciated after a hot steak or chop, and a good cup of coffee, than before.

This stage of things does not strike

one—especially a woman—as exactly just. But here are the facts which in many families are so common that one cannot gainsay or resist them. Can a change be effected by constant repining? Will a long, sad face make thedelinquent more thoughtful?

Will it not enhance the evil and tend to change occasional carelessness into settled indifference? Worse still, by a habit of complaining, perhaps reproaching. does not a wife endanger her own love? While that shines undiminished there is always hope that "the dovo of peace and promise" will yet fold its wings and take up its abode with them, and then the last days of that household shall be brighter than the first. The virtue of silence—a cheerful silence when tempted to "last words," will do more to scatter all threatening clouds than the sharp bitter words wounded pride or irritated love tempts one te utter. The first faithfully acted upon insures hope of brighter days, the latter, if not at once and forever repressed, is sure destruction of all true love and domestic peace.

But it is not alone in home life that "silence is golden." There is uo position in life that would not be better for believing and acting upon that rule. In all our intercourse with friends and neighbors, how many irritations, how many disturbances would bo calmed and pass away, how many quarrels would bo avoided, if that unruly member—the tongue--could be kept in proper subjection. Too frequent visits to saloons, and frequent potations there, leave little power to resist temptation or to exorcise self-control.

In such a condition one word spoken unguardedly is like a match to powder, and in a moment sharp words, blows, and perhaps murder, is the result, when but for that untimely word the saddest part of these disgraceful orgies might have been avoided. It might be found difficult to decide which has done the most harm in this world of ours intemperance or the unregulated use of the tongue. Mi:s. :NI W.UIN BKKCHF.K.

THE ERA OF Sl.ANC.

Kx|m»s*ions Which Send tho Creeps I the Purist's I2a*k.

The era of slang is upon us with a breadth that is almost appalling. Not only the slang that might be defined as the burlesque or colloquial form of expression, the language of low humor, or the jargon of thieves and vagrants, but a species that is almost as reprehensible. It will not do to apologize for it by saying that "slang is probably as old as human speech," and that the early writers indulged in it, especially the Greek and Koman dramatists and whilo we may speak and write against the pernicious habit, we suspect that wo will not grow disgusted enough with it to thoroughly uproot it until it has reached its climax. Tho worst fact about it is that it is not confined to the low and the illiterate, but has invaded the public schools, cultured society, and the literature of our books. I admit that some of the slang expressions are forcible and full of adequateness, among which I might name "fired out," "colossal cheek." etc. Still, even tliey ought to be tabooed.

But what excuse can possibly be offered for such words as "galoot," "sardine," "chump," "kicker," "kid," etc? Or such expressions as "lot her go, Gallagher." "Waltzed off on his ear,"" I should snicker," "Now you're shoutin', etc. They are scarcely emphatic, and certainly not polite. Even the fair sex have caught the infection and speak about his "royal nibs" or the "howling swell." Tho girl of to-day is ready to "bet her bottom dollar," wants to know "what you're givin' her," lots you know that you are "off your base," and insists that you shall "como off," "Vamose." "skedaddle," "absquatulate," and all that. You do her a slight favor and sho exclaims: "Oh. hanks, awfully!" Why she should thank you with "reverend fear" is beyond your comprehension. Ask lier to sing you a sentimental ballad and sho will probably say: "Oh, really, Mr. ---, I cawn't. It's too utterly too-too!"

Whilo playing lawn-tennis with her she suddenly cries out. "Oh. you've given me such a twist." You feel exceedingly alarmed you aro afraid her collar bone is broken or that at least her wrist has boen dislocated. You discover, however, that it is but tennis slang and that your sympathy has boen wasted. She confidently tells you that Jennie Somebody is "no good" and had the "cheek" to promise to "scratch." her at the meeting of the club, because she hadn't "forked over" the "spondoolicks" for the last quarter. All that is to be deprecated, but tho girls, heaven bless them, look so pretty, and use the terms so artlessly, that 1 haven't the heart to be severe in my reproof.

It isn't pleasant to be accosted by one's 5-year-old hopeful as "an old snoozor." or to know that he is lying in wait to "knock tho stuflin' out of a neighbor's boy, or to "wipe up the floor" with him. Or to hear our short-sighted but highspirited daughter tell the aforesaid brother that sho wishes tho other boy would "pasto him on tho snoot," or "knock him clean out tho box," or "into the middle of next week." I don't know that 1 am especially sensitive, and yet I must say that such expressions send the creeps up my back.

Tho editor "swings a nasty quill tho hired girl is a "pot wrestler when a thing suits us it's "just the cheese when too noisy wo aro told to "dry up" or to "suspend when cunning by on the alert we say "not if tho court knows itself if one day is not available "s'mother one" is when wo dio we "pass in our checks," are "put away on ice," and are finally "planted." So I might go on ad infinitum. You can think, I am sure, of at least a hundred words and phrases to which I have made no reference. For inventing cute words and phrases our country leads the procession. They aro clever and appropriate, get into the topical song, tho public "catch on," and they live anil thrive, and in many instances tho dictionary finally legitimizes them.

Slang. I insist, is the fungus on the stem. It is not the grafted fruit it is the scum of language. It often belittles it never beautifies. If we all spoke and wrote in a less exaggerated manner we would be less exaggerated iu our ways of lifo and thought. Life, as well as speech, would perhaps grow more Simple, more true, more worth living.

SUICIDE ON A TRAIN.

A passenger of the express train from Hamburg to Cologne, Germany, was missed by the guard. A search disclosed the fact that ho had killed himself by a shot from his revolver in the retiring room of the carriage. Neither the name of the suicide nor the motive of the deed has yet leen found out.

A HOLLOW MOCKERY.

Mistress (arranging for dinnerl Didn't the macaroni come from the grocer's, Bridget?

Budget—Yis,' mtim, but Oi sint it back. Every wan av thim stims was impty.

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AT CHUKCH.

.she's the dearest Uttle lady. And her eye* are deep and shady As she kneel*, And her look of pure emotion Shows how true Is the devotion

Tbat she feelt.

she Is plump, and oh. so pretty With her no one In the city Can compare. .. he ha I a Her sweet eyes are like the gentian.

Blue and nir».

She hash Ur of rlchcst tinting, Softest brown, with gold gleams gllntlec Here and there. in her cheek a hue reposes -t I .Ike the hearts of blushing rosee.

Yet more fair.

I could read a iage of Latin Sooner than describe the satiu. Of her gowe.. its shade there's no divining. -. So I watch Its silken shining

Looking down.

0 she's such a dainty treasure! 1 could never, never measure All her charms so I sit and lose the iireaclilng. inly thinking now of reaching

Her soft arms.

On the sermon's speedy ending. All the hopes are now depending Of my life. .My excuse, If you'll believe me— Full coufesslon will relieve me—

She's my wife. —[Boston lilobe

WEST VIRGINIA OUTLAWS.

•seventy-Three Men Wlio Terrorised Ruaue County.

Says a Bharleston (W. Va.) dispatch to the New York World: About a month ago the Rev..Mr. Ryan, of Roane eounty. was shot and killed at his door by three or four men. Afterward a[number of men lynched a man named Coon and two brothers named Duff, and it was supposed that tho lynching waa don# because the men committed the crime. One of the parties mentioned in conneotion with the killing of Ryan was Daniel Cunningham, an ox-detective. Ho disappeared after the affair, but is now in this city, having business before the grand jury in relation to moonshining carried on in Roano and Jackson counties. In: relation to the murdor of Mr. Ryan he said to-day "I am here not to evade civil law, but to keep out of tho hands of a gang of cut throats, murderers and demons. It is' reported that a warrant is out for me, but such is not the case, and I am not trying to elude the officers. I called upon the proper authorities, saw the judge of tho court, and told them I was ready to givo a bond. I w.is informed that I am not wanted and told to keep out of the way of the mob. which I am now trying to do. I shall return when wanted, provided I shall be protected. The gang are still after me, and are making every effort to get me. They met in the woods: several nights last week and tried hard to raise a reward for me but failed. "They desire to get me into their clutches and murder me. None of the outlaws havo been indicted as it is well known that several members of the grand jury are members of the consolidated band. One of the band told me yesterday in this city that there aro soventy-three members and gave me their names. The members are residents of Jackson and Roane: counties. There has been much said about that band doing illicit distilling ever since the war. Last June, near my home in Kentucky, I heard noises and saw smoke issuing from a deep hollow in a thick jungle. A young man was with me, and we crept to a position near the place and there saw a still in full blast. I reported th? find to the government authorities and was given warrants of arrests. I made tho arrests in company

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with Bob Duff. For this he was lynched by a mob last mo*th. A still was operated by these people last winter, and they sold their product promiscuously before it was gauged by government officers.

Evidence enough has been found to prove that tho murderers of Mr. Ryan are still at large, and that those who were lynched are innocent of tho crime.

COL, TOM MORRISON'S WEAKNESS"Col. To Morrison, of Morgan county, in my state," said tho silver-tongued senator from Missouri, "is as good a man as the Almighty ever made, and like all gentlemen of taste and culture is vory fond of a fine woman nnd a fino horse. Ho has tho best stock in the state, and Morgan county, whero he camo from, is famous for its pretty women. He doesn't get away from home much, as ho is getting old and prefers quiet. So I was surprised to see him in the crowd that came into St. Louis to see the president. 'So you camo up with the rest of the boys to seo tho president, eh. Uncle Tom,'I remarked as he greeted mo: 'I reckon you couldn't help it.' "•Not much,' he replied 'I wouldn't go ton miles to seo any president, but I did want to got a look at his wife. When I seo her I'm going back to my farm.' "To gratify the old man I took him up to seo Mrs. Cleveland and, in introducing him to her, I said: 'Mrs. Cleveland, this Undo Tom Morrison from Morgan county, which is famous for its pretty women, and he camo up here expressly to see you. He says he doesn't caro to seo tho president, and as soon as he has seen you he is going back home.' "Tho old man blushed through his tanned skin, but took her hand as she gave him ono of her sweetest smiles and said some pleasant words in reply. He stared at her as if he had never looked upon a woman before, and then, with his hand upon his heart and a courtly bow. he remarked: 'Madam, permit me to say that you look just as if you were raised in my county.' It was the highest compliment he could pay her."

A REMEDY AT HAND.

Prohibitionist (who has been descanting upon tho glories of prohibition)But, my young friend, you don't look well.

Young man I'm a little faint that'* all, sir. Prohibitionist Can I do anything for you:

Young man -You might lend me rour bottle for a moment, sir. (Now York Sun.

JUSTIFIABLE PRIDE.

Husband (complacently)- -I did something to day which I think no man e?er did before.

Wife -What was that, John? Husband- You know how muddy the streets were after [ho rain?

Wife Yes. Husband—-Well. 1 turned the bottom of my trousers up before they got soaked through.

A SAGACIOUS CLERK.

"I am tired of the struggle of life," said a melancholy merchant to hia clerk. "Tired of life!" "Yes it will lie a sweet relief when my time comes to sink in obscurity and oblivion." "Why don't you take your ad out of the papers right away?" asked the olerk, sympathetically. —{Merehast Traveler.