Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 22 January 1895 — Page 4

THE DEAD BABE.

Xjast night, as my dear babe lay dead,. In agony I knelt and saul: "O God! what have I done. Or in what wise offended thee, That thou should'st take away from me

My little son?

"Upon the thousand useless lives. Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives, Tli.v wrath were better spent! Why should'st thou take my little son? Why should'st thou vent thy wrath upon

This innocent?"

Last nisht, as my dear babe lay dead, Before mini: eyes that vision spread 01 things that might have been— Licentious riot, cruel strife, Forgotten prayers, a waited life

Dark red with sin! 'v

Then, with soft music the air, I saw another vision there— A shepherd, in whose keep A little lamb—my little child— Of worldly wisdom unilefiled.

Lay fast tusleep!

Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In those two messages I read A wisdom manifest, And though my arms be cliildle-ss now I am content to him I bow

Who knoweth best. —Eugene Field in Chicago Record.

ROMANCEOFA"BEAT"

It was Harding, a fino specimen of the hardworking, versatile and traveled newspaper man who cared little for society or for anything but his profession, who told this story to a group of reporters the other night: "Five years ago I was working on a Now York newspaper. One afternoon just as I set out from the office to do my routine assignment the managing editor sent for me. He held a yellow cablegram in his hand, and as I entered his room he glanced up from it and said: 'Harding, I am going to send you to Honduras. You leave in two hours.' "Ho explained that a new uprising was iminiuent—an uprising that promised to bo a bloodier one than any ever before experienced by that country of constant revolutions. 'I need give you no instruction,' he said. 'Yon know what news is. Go there and send it to us. We want the situation just as you find it.' "We got into Truxillo after doubling Cape Honduras about the same hour in the afternoon that we had left New York several days before. "I strolled out that afternoon in order to get somo idea of the situation and to meet English speaking people to save myself from feeling hopoless isolation. "I suppose I watched the crowd for nu hour and had just started to return to my hotel when a woman's figure came toward me along the street Something in tho fino figure and graceful carriago made me think that I had seen her before, and I waited. I recognized her as she came near me. 'Is this Miss Villiers of New York?' 1 asked in surprise, extending my hand. She turned and held out her hand frankly. 'It is,'she said, 'and this is Stuart, Harding. I remember you very well. What on earth are you doing here?' 'I have just arrived,' I said to her. 'But what could have brought you here?' 'Brought me here?' she laughed in surprise. 'Why, this is my home.' "I did not know her very well in New York, but sho impressed mo as having great depth. Sho showed a preference for my society, but when she turned those deep, unfathomable oyes upon mo it always gave mo a shifty, uneasy feeling. Sho went in elegant style, with good peoplo and appeared to have plenty of money., "And now I had met Miss Villiers again, and sho was even more beautiful than before. My pleasure at meeting an old acquaintance in this foreign city was reflected in her own happy face. *1 never see a New Yorker here,' she told me as wo walked along together. "She was a charming companion, and I found that 1 had walked by her side until wo had almost left the city behind us and stood in front of a stately inclosuro, with a residence sitting far back half hidden behind tho luxuriant foliage. Wo had become confidential, and her face was flushed with a rich glow. 'Miss Villiers,' I said, 'wouldn't it be advisable for you to go back to New York awhile? I have trustworthy information that a terrible revolution imminent. Your life would be in danger here.' "She glanced up at me, startled. 'Oh, I think these rumors must be unfounded, sho said hastily. 'The revolutions are so cruoL In case there is one you •will help the government, of course?' "Sho had placed her gloved hand on my arm in her agitation and was bending eagerly forward. "'No,' I answered, for an instinct told mo that I was saying just what sho desired mo to say. 'No, I will not. The government is too cruel. I am with the rovolutionists—the people.' 'Oh, I can trust you, I know,' she said half passionately," continued Harding. 'I knew it from tho first hour I met you in Now York. I know it now. 1 am so glad you are here. Perhaps you may help us. Perhaps you may adviso father. 'Yes, there is to bo a revolution, and a bloody one, 1 fear. Father is the leader. Ho has sore grievances, for ho has been thrown out of power by a rovolt, and then ho is tho champion of a principlo. Just as soon as tho plans mature the insurrection will come.' "She laid the whole plan of the uprising beforo me. Sho trusted me implicitly, even to giving mo tho names of the leaders and the dato when the outbroak was expected to como. "As I listenod to her tho conviction grew in my mind that her father was about to stir up a cruel and causeless rebellion. No higher motives than those of revenge and power to be gained impelled him onward. And yet sho bolieved in the righteousness and justice of his cause with all her heart. "I went to my room and wrote out the story. I gave every detail, mentioned every name I could remember.. and

made it as picturesquo as possible. Miss Villiers figured in it in a very romantic way. I gave what sho had told me as near word for word as 1 could recall it and described her as the beautiful girl whom many New Yorkers would remember, not as the daughter of a revolutionist, but as a charming woman just out of school. "Tho next morning 1 filed it, with a private message to tho managing editor that it was to bo used only on tho eve of the outbreak. "Tho day after I sent my story I called on her. Sho was expecting me. Her dress, her manner, betrayed it, and tho greeting I received was even more cordial than that of our first meeting. "Sho became more and more confidential each time I called, and it was plain to mo that she was beginning to regard me as an ally. "It was tho morning of the fourth day after my arrival at Honduras that I found my fellow correspondents grouped together gravely discussing some question, seriousness marked on every face. 'There's Harding now,' exclaimed Hewton, who represented two papers. I walked up to them. 'Have you discovered a single germ of the alleged revolution?' I asked, with the easy feeling which came from my knowledge that my story was already in tho New York office ready to be used in three days. 'Why, tho devil! You've beat the lot of us,' said Brisban. 'I admire your uervc—read that!' and ho shoved a yellow slip bearing a cable message under my nose. It was from his managing editor and asked if he were dead and instructed him, in case he were not, to come home. Tho others had similar messages. "Mv paper had printed my story four days too early! Not another paper had a line! "I left them abruptly and walked out of the place, going anywhere. I was contused. I tried to estimate tho prGbable result of the premature publication. 1 felt a sense of personal unsafety. "I hadn't walked long beforo I stood in front of Miss Villiers' gate. I wondered if she knew of it. I was undecided whether to see her or not. I had started to turn away when I heard her voice, and there she stood facing mo. She extended her hand in frank welcome, and I felt unspeakably relieved. Evidently she had not heard the truth. "Wo walked together to the house, and she led mo to a small parlor up stairs. She was very calm in all her movements, but I could see that she was disturbed. 'Whore is your father?' I asked. 'Is it possible that you have not heard?' she answered sadly. 'He was arrested last night, but so were 50 others of the leaders "Here was a worse state of affairs than I had anticipated. My cablegram had- informed the government. I felt like a guilty coward, but she had- no word of reproach for my action. 'And what will become of you?' I asked excitedly. She was very calm then, and said simply: 'I am expecting the soldiers every moment. I, too, will be arrested. Perhaps they have already surrounded the house.' "'This must not be,' I told her. 'There is a way to save you. You can leave with mo for New York tonight. You must come, I entreat you to do it.' "Her face brightened, but the next instant sho shook her head sadly. 'They would get both of us,' she said. 'Go alone. You shall not be dragged into trouble on my account.' 'Then what will you do?' I asked her. 'You must not be arrested. Is there anything I can do?' "'Nothing,' she said decisively 'nothing, but leave mo. I will go with the soldiers. I have no weapon.' "For a moment we looked into each other's eyes. Hers did not flinch. I looked at tho floor. Both of us felt that it was the last time we should ever meet. "Just then she took from the folds of her dress a letter and handed it to me. I grasped it and started to tear it open. 'Not until you reach America,' she said. I placed it in my pockot. 'Goodby,' she repeated, 'goodby.' She drew her hand away. It seemed cowardly to leave her there alone. Once I started to turn back, but her looks forbade me. "At the end of the avenue I was stopped by an officer and four soldiers and placed under arrest. Before I could realize what had happened they were going through my pockets. "They found nothing of importance, except my credentials and passport, until one man discovered the envelope handed mo by Miss Villiers. He tore it open, and a miniature fell to the ground. This seemed to satisfy him, and he ordered my release. "I followed the officers to the house and went with thom through room after room, searching for her. Finally they entered the parlor, where I had left her 15 minutes before. Sho was there still. She had not left the spot where she was standing when I said goodby. "She had fallen to the floor. Her right arm lay outstretched, grasping the pistol I had given her. A narrow crimson stream, yet fresh and warm, had coursed half across the carpet and formed a pool just where tho light fell full upon it."—Atlanta Constitution.

Figuring it Out.

The journey was long, and the old lady with the plaid shawl thought to beguile the time by a conversation with tho tailor mado girl who sat with her. "Live in tho city?" askod the old lady. "Yea Work there," answered tho girl and said nothing moro. "Might I ask what you work at?" "Figures."

This seemed discouraging, but the old lady plucked up her nervo and asked: "Figures? Livin picters or bookkeepin?"—Washington Star.

Tho study of the nose as it relates to character is one of the prevailing fads in Italy at the prosont time. The devotees of the science have a magazine publisliod in their interest.

THE TATTLER.

Mrs. Maria Lawrence of Palmer, Mass., is a member of the firo department,of the town.

Mine. Cnsimir-Perier manifests a disposition to be vory gracious toward some social stars of the American colony in Paris.

Mile. Julia Frcment, a French teacher, declares that, the muscles used in speaking the French language are entirely different from those used by tho English speaking public.

The boudoir in Mrs. Charles Yerkes' new mansion on upper Fifth avenue, Xew York, will be finished in wood which has been richly perfumed, and the cost will be not far from ^5,000.

Mine. Carnot, who has lived in strict retirement since the death of her husband, has left Paris to pass tho balance of the winter at l-Jrasso with her newly married 6on and daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Naylor Leland (nee Jennie Chamberlain) is as much admired for her beauty in English society as a few years ago. She is very apt to be the belle of any assemblage at which she appears.

A fair devotee of both billiards and pool is the Duchess of Marlborough, formerly Mrs. Hamersley. She is very expert on long cushion follows and around the table shots, but is not much of a rail player.

Baroness Ida von Barnekow of San Francisco has left for Germany, where she will look up a fortune which is said to have been left her. She claims to be a granddaughter of Countess von Moltke.

The piece do resistance in Mrs. Levi P. Morton's jewel casket is a three strand diamond necklace. The lady has several diamond stars which she often wears arranged across her corsage when in full dress.

Mrs. Langtry, through the death of tho Duchess of Montrose, became the sole female owner of race horses in England. She races under the assumed name of Mr. Jersey. Hor stud consists at present of 20 hnrses.

Mrs. E. S. Tead is tho only woman in the country who selects subjects for illustrating in the Sunday school periodicals. As many as 20,000 sets of these illustrations go to Australia, Africa and other foreign countries each year.

Mrs. Algernon Sartoris, nee Nellio Grant, who has elected to livo in Washington, is a conspicuous figuro in society there and present at all tho important dinners and other fashionable "functions'' incident to the fashionable season in tho national capital.

One of the most charitable of the Astor women was the late Mrs. William Waldorf, who died at Cliveden. She was particularly devoted to children, and tho orphan asylums, homes and children's hospitals always received gifts and donations from her ever open purse.

Mrs. Amelia Donan, 61 years of age, died at her home near Eckcrty, Ind., a few days ago after more than 20 years' confinement in bed. from paralysis. Every piece of her burial suit was sewed by hi fingers, and a plain gravestono was selected years ago and paid for by herself, with her sewing.

CYCLING CHAT.

Belgium boasts of 225 wheel clubs, of which Brussels has 20. Over 30,000 peoplo attended the opening of the Paris cycle show.

American made wheels arc to bo imported into Holland by an Amsterdam concern.

At tho National cycle show, just brought to a close in London, 1,040 machines were exhibited.

Paris was astounded recently to see a negro wheolwoman pedaling along tho boulevards.

Special paths for cyclists are at present being constructed along one side of the main roads in Belgium. "Ladies' trousers to rido bicycles in" is a startling statement hung out by a Philadelphia tailor shop.

It hardly seems possible that it is only five years since the first pneumatic tired bicycle was seen In England. ./-'k

A new English saddle is mado of wire netting wove" in a somewhat similar fashion to tho wire mattress seen in this country.

Wo aro continually being told that cycling is comparatively in its infancy. It is a pretty healthy infant, though. Don't you think so?—Sporting Life.

THE SUNNY SOUTH.

It is estimated that it will cost North Carolina $1S.OOO to $20,000 to make a etato exhibit at the Atlanta exposition.

Moro public improvements havo been made in Jacksonville, Fla., during the last nine months than in any other livo years of its history.

Comparatively speaking, the south is today in better condition in every way than any other section of tho country. And the hog and hominy business is going to make it better.—Albany (Ga.) Herald.

It is passing strango why sane peoplo will continue to einigrute to the uriil and wind cursed plains of tho northwest, where only starvation or freezing awaits them, when tliero are millions of fertile acres in tho south lying idle for want of tenants— the south, where tho earth needs only to be tickled to make it laugh golden harvests.—Savannah News.

Southern business interests, from recent reports published, are not only holding their own, but are expanding. Especially in cotton manufacturing is increased activity shown. Mills already in operation aro increasing capacity, and many new cotton mills aro projected. The now year bids fair to bo one of great manufacturing activity in the south.—Americus (Ga.) Timcs-itecorder.

PENCIL SHARPENERS.

Mrs. Mona Caird is the daughter of Mr. John Alison of Midlothian. HK

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Dean Hole says that ho is making a collection of the differences between Amorican and English speech.

It is said that W. S. Gilbert, Sir Arthur Sullivan's famous cola bora tor, has so little ear for music that ho cannot distinguish harmony from discord.

Mine. Sarah Grand, the author of tho "Heavenly Twins," docs all her writing in secret, and her own family nover knows what kind of a story she is preparing. Iler aim, sho says, is to givo "truo views of lifo."

Robert Buchanan, tho author and poet, who failed for $75,000 not long ago, has been discharged by the bankruptcy court on condition that ho pay half of all he earns abovo $4,500 a year to his creditora till they havo recovered 87 cents on the dollar.

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