Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 May 1883 — Page 10

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ANEW PROFESSION FOR WOMEN. rfa# Training-School for Notim atl New Cottage Hospital. To the Editor m the indlananolls Journal: If the physician could coimuuud exactly the assistant of liis choice in the treatment of a patient, it would commonly be a sensible, orderly and perfectly obedient servant — intelligent enough to understand and carry out directions, but not given to original thinking. But in exceptional cases more than this is demanded: and then he wishes that the millenium were come and with it the trained nurse, obedient because she knows why obedience to the physician in charge is required, competent to observe and record the events of the sick-room and efficient in the many emergencies of her calling. By one of the inscrutable dispensations of Providence the sick of mankind have been cared so since there were any—by a class of persons for the most part incompetent to obtain a living in other callings, encased in an ignorance the main characteristic whereof is cum uiative ness, and whose experience merely con firms them in superstitious reliance upon unusual and often dangerous measures, a class having the acquiesence of the servant without the faithful performance, and, withal, just enough of the technical knowledge of nurse-craft to con Fuse. She might be pardoned an occasional lapse into saffron or catnip tea. as relatively harmless, but what of the “bottle on the chimbly-piece” and the tendency to “pnt her lips to it when so dispoged?" With time-honored dread of scarlatina and typhoid fever, we find her cheerfully going from one case of puerperal fever to another, in the fall consciousness of duty done. But anew era is upon is. The Flower Mission, a society deservedly in the public confidence, and the management of which has always contrived to do a little more than is promised, has undertaken the education of capable women as nurses for the sick, and before many months have passed there will be among us persons who have chosen this calling from natural adaptability, and who have been taught their profession under the best instructors the community tan provide. There is everything in favor of such a step. It is a profession peculiarly woman's own, wherein her natural sympathy and tenderness, which are often rather impediments than otherwise in the aggressive occupations of life. Will prove sure passports to success—- ■ calling which no thinking person can consider other than honorable and fitting for a woman of never so gentle a birth and nature if she have sound health and ordinary sal f-controi. Previous advantages, social or otherwise, will only render her services in sickness the more valuable and certain of appreciation and reward. Furthermore, it is 4 well-paid calling; arduous and confining —perhaps even more so than most callings which women adopt—but well paid and independent in a marked degree/ A certificate of graduation from an established training school is a sure credential, and one which the history of these institutions shows to entitle its holder to remunerative employment from the siart. Nor are individuals only benefited by trainingschools for* nurses. It is a public educator, not ouly within the numb'V of those whose calling it will be, but among those families where their occupation lies. The contrast between the scientific methods of the new order and the rule of thumb which governs the old brings lessons with it, as the quiet efficiency of intelligence must always give confidence, where fussy notions create distrust. With such an institution in our midst we may hope t.bat some of the enthusiasm which now finds vent in the direction of china and other ornamental pastimes may be directed to a study no less interesting, and the practical usefulness of which can never fail to make itself infinitely valuable in every household, rich or poor. With their usual wise foresight our directors see in this not only the means of spreading wisdom abroad, but of adding to the resources of the school, and propose to open the courses to all who choose to inform themselves in the branches tiuight, at a certainjreasonable charge. Already there are amateur applicants enough for admittance to the courses to somewhat embarrass those in charge. For the success of the institution we have good guarantee in the organization leading the movement. The Flower Mission has seldom entered upon any enterprise without success. It has been remarkable that the average capitalist of this city becomes as clay in the hands of the potter when assaulted by an officer of that persuasive body; thata lunch, a fair, a festival, or whatever method is chosen by their agents, is sure of success. Let us look elsewhere. In Philadelphia, New f York, Chicago and Boston, wherever the movement has been inaugurated, it has met with cordial support, and has been sustained generously for the short period until it bei'ornes self-supporting, iiefore the writer is a list of opinions given bv leuding physicians in Chicago in regard to the work done by the training school for nurses of the Cook County Hospital. The writers hardly find words to express their appreciation of its work, and this concerning an institution which has only been in existence two years. In Boston, where the training school has been at work for ten years, and formed one of the most useful features of her great hospitals, the public have long valued the work, and in every way encouraged it as a wonderful comfort ami safety to the sick. Perhaps the best test of its acceptance there lies in the frequent attempt by the older nurses, not at all trained, to pass themselves off as graduates, and to-day very careful directions are given to thore employing nurses that they shall see the diplomat in every case. Many of the wiser of the old nurses go to the school, and the writer heard one say, after a lecture from Dr. Richardson: “The good of this course is that it leaches me why things are done and why other things are not done. I never knew or would know these points without it.” After a few- months of systematic teaching and practice a nurse becomes safer ami more efficient than by the same number of years of observation not specially directed, and are chosen by experienced surgeons before women grown old |in nursing at large. It is noticeable tbut the profession is recruited from a superior class of young women, and that rejections which by the rules of almost all schools may be made at the end of one month of probation—for inefficiency or *.ther cuure—are nntde for the most part because of physical causes rather than for want oi intelligence in acquiring the details. There are am <ng all classes of student uures, some Lrtnn tin* families of first standing, socially and all ways. In tiie Massachusetts general hospital class a year ago was the daughter of a gentleman within a few* years the Attor-ney-general of the United States, and now enjoying a social position not surpassed in New hhigluud. Nurse students are required to bring reliable oerti&cates of character at their application. Tney are then given a mouth's trial, and if fitted in all reapects are retained for the two-years term of studentship and are to duty as cases occur in the hospital wauls under the head nurse, or elsewhere when (Ailed upon. They are required to .gn an agreement to complete this two years’ eervice-this being dene to deter either t he frivolous or merely romantic, (but they receive p*y /or their .services After 4lie first month of proiiation. The want seems to prevail in all the fcuools thus far founded, and is found in

every circular they publish. The want of A hospital of their own, as a home for the nurses, and a special means of training them in the executive work of such institutions, as well as to afford them constant experience when not employed elsewhere, and this want our enterprising ladies of the Mission have promptly anticipated. Besides having already promised to them that certain of the wards of the City Hospital shall be placed under their charge, and the encouragement of physicians in the city here who cordially guarantee to them the charge of private cases iu good number, the managers of the Mission propose to have a small, carefullyarranged cottage hospital of their own under the charge of the head nurse, where such cases as the visitors of the Mission may find in need of hospital care can be treated, and where Stranges taken ill in the city as well as occasional cases in the ! hands of phvsici; - here may be accommodated. The hospital is intended to be a branch of the mission work as well as the home of the training school. Now what is wanting to the success of this plan? Has the timecome when nurses, trained to their calling, are required? It certainly has. Do women, intelligent, enthusiastic and able to work, demand respectable and wellpaid employment? No one doubts it. Does the plan proposed meet these requirements? We will not say perfectly, but even partially. It bas done so elsewhere under no abler management, and under, perhaps, less favorable auspices than preside over the work here. It does, however, require the intelligent understanding of the public as to its objects and their cordial encouragement and support. E. F. Hodges. Indianapolis, Ind., May 14, 1883. A DUEL DECLARED OFF. How President Taylor Interfered to Prevent a Fight He tween Davis and Bisaell. Wselliavion Letter In Providence Press. When General Zachary Taylor was President, his eon-in-law, Jefferson Davis, of Mississippi, afterwards a president himself, was in the Senate. Atone particular time under this administration Colonel Bissell, afterward Governor of Illinois, who had headed an Illinois regiment in the Mexican war, was in the House of Representatives. One of Bi well’s enemies took occasion to remark, in debate in the House one day, that in a certain battle on Mexican soil Bissell’s cowardice nearly lost the day to the American arms. “Nothing,” he declared, “but the skill and bravery of Colonel Jefferson Davis, of Mississippi, and his brave regiment prevented a disgraceful rout.” Bissell jumped up promptly, and angrily denounced this statement as false. In fact, he said the case was just the other way— Colonel Davis’s cowardice nearly lost the day. Colonel Davis’s regiment lost, its heart; Colonel Bissell’s bravery and ability saved the day. His regiment was only less brave and skillful than himself. It does not appear from the story that came to me the other day that the representative to whom Colonel Bissell gave the lie cared to take it up. But Senator Jefferson Davis immediately sent Colonel Bissell a polite note inviting him to retract or fight. The Colonel replied that he preferred to light, and, after the bloodthirsty manner of those days, named muskets, slugs, and five paces as the terms. He expressly requested that the place and the hour be so arranged that the police could not possibly interfere. Senator Davis agreed with his antagonist as to the conditions, and the seconds were instructed accordingly. Colonel Bissell was on the ground at the early morning hour named; so were his second and his surgeon. But Senator Davis did not appear. After waiting several hours Colonel Bissell returned to the city and went to his rooms. There lie found the President’s private secretary with an invitation to come at once to the White House. Os course he went, and, as he had expected, found his challenger in the library with President Taylor. The latter said to Colonel Biesell that, thinking it a pity that two such men should make war upon one another, he had himself arrested Senator Davis, and had sent his private secretary to arrest Colonel Bissell. Now r that he had them, he proposed to keep them, at least until after lunch, and, as they were his guests, they must also be friends. So they shook hands with more or less cordiality, and declared the duel off.

An Insurance Carpenter. S*n Francisco Post. The other day, during a case in the Police Court, a witness w-.s pul upon the stand who gave his occupation as that of a carpenter. “Where is your shop?” asked the lawyer. “Haven’t any,” urbanely responded the witness. “How can you be a carpenter without a shop?” “Well, you see, T don’t need one. I’m an insurance carpenter.” "What's that?” “Well, I’m employed by the insurance companies to estimate damages to houses. You see, it works this way: A building catches fire and burns up a few rooms: or, say, the roof caves in. The company sends for me as an expert, and I look around, measure with this tape-line, and do a lot of figuring on a shingle with a big red pencil. Then I say I can repair the damage for $8.70, or something like that.” “And how does it work?*’ “Oh, first rate. The house-owner says he’ll attend to the repairs himself. He sends in a bill for S3OO or S4OO. The company shows my estimate, and rather than bring a suit the man takes one-half, on which I get my percentage, don’t you see?” and the expert smiled benevolently. “And so you never sawed a board in your life?" said the judge. “No; nor drove a nail," grinned the witness; “but I tell you, gentlemen, the companies couldn’t get on without me.” No more they could, gentle reader; no more they could. Miseries of a Defective Memory, New YorX Christian Advocate. The miseries of a poor verbal memory are great. The Rev. Arthur Mursell, of England, says that his own father was one of the most impassioned and powerful extempore orators he ever heard; but he had a bad verbal memory, and “after working us up with a splendid * passL;,e of unprepared and impromptu eloquence, he tried to close the sentence with the text, ‘Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.’ But the woras escaped his recollection, and he said: ‘Mercy and truth are met together; and— and— and—aud —two similar sentiments have kissed each other.’ ” Bad as the verbal memory may by nature be, it is capable of great improvement. We have seen a minister who, till he was forty, did not dare to quote a verse of Scripture or a line of poetry; when, hearing someone say that the delect could be removed. made it a matter of study, and soon attained the power to quote what ho would. Love and Business, Philadelphia Prugret>. Mile. Bluuclie is one of the ladies who live in the capital of France at the rate of sfiQ,Qooa year without any capital. As it wus with Armand, iu "La Dame uux Camellias," the papa of heroherami went to her to know bow much it would he if she would let go her hold upon Edouard. “I have no objection in shaking him; he is very ugly, but then I must have mv price. My debts are 120,000 francs; gve me 500,000 francs down,, right new, and 1 will call it aquare, and the detirboy can stay home and he tucked up.” And not asou would she come down. They agreed, but tiie money was only to be paid after she hod left Darin and set up herself in Vienna. Iu Vienna she waited. Altera few days came an agent with 50,000 franca; that was all they would pay her. 80 hack, she is in Paris, and Edouard is there, too.

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SATURDAY, MAY 19, 1883.

RUBAI. tJU’IIQ i'EJIKN’m WUat an Observing YitukM Saw in Indiana and Illinois. Hon. Briilncy G. Northrupiu New York Independent. The new movement to improve and adorn our country towns and villages is spreading widely through the country. Dr. Curry, agent of the Peabody Educational Fund, finds that a most pressing need of the South is the improvement of the homes and home life of the industrial classes, both white and black, He is now maturing plans to meet this urgent want. The homes of any people tell their character and condition, their thrift and foresight, or sloth and improvidence. Neglecting our homes degrades their occupants, while pride in home fosters self-re-speet and ambition. The best product of Christian culture is a refined and kindly home. The greatest progress in rural adornment is now observed in the West. A recent lecture trip in Michigan. Indiana, Illinois. Wisconsin, Missouri, and Kansas furnishes many proofs of this fact, a few of which may be named as illustrations of receptivity, push, and enterprise of the places visited. A large proportion of these were “university towns,” where the college has manifestly been the center of moral and a?sthesticnl as well as intellectual culture. Olivet College, in Michigan, for example, has educated and elevated the whole community as well as its graduates. Few towns of its size can furnish a more intelligent and appreciative audience. One of the college professors, an influential member of the “Town Council,” as well as of their “Rural Improvement Association,” is already recognized as a benefactor of the place, from his efforts to improve the homes of citizens and the general aspect of the town. This case illustrates what may be done in any town Where a single person of taste nuts his heart in the work. The fine college campus, with its stately native trees, is a silent advocate of rural adornment. Mishawaka, Ind, four miles from South Bend, and in its business interests intimately connected with that city, shows the responsiveness of a choice and ambitious Western town. A drive through all parts of it disclosed the lay of the land, and facilitated the adaptation of my lecture to local exigencies. Such an opportunity of observing existing defects and learning thejneeds and possibilities of a place is always desirable and suggestive. Much better than the size and favor of my audience was the enthusiasm with which the people set about doing the things recommended. A rural improvement association was promptly organized. Trees were planted on both sides of a single street for over a mile, and many more on other streets. The Enterprise, the local paper, which in its name and spirit fitly represents the public spirit and energy of its citizens, in a late issue says: “So many improvements in the way of tree-planting, curbing, parking, repairing, clearing up, etc., are in progress about town that it is next to impossible to enumerate them. All deserve credit, and we hope the entire community will become infected with the praiseworthy mania now raging.” Hon. Robbins Battell, of Connecticut, has recently given this town a fine park of some thirty acres, well situated on a high bluff along the banks of the SL Joseph river, which, with its choice variety of trees and shrubs, winding walks, flower-pots, and rustic bridges, is an excellent specimen of landscape gardening. Lincoln, 111., the seat of Lincoln University, by its manifold signs of taste and culture, furnishes another illustration of the local influence of such an institution. No town of its size in this oartof Illinois was so generally and beautifully adorned with fine shade trees in all its streets. But I found the citizens in deep mourning over the desolations made in February last by a severe ice storm, “the worst ever known in that State.” The limbs of all the deciduous trees were broken off, usually quite to the trunk. The coni sere all escaped, though these evergreens were more heavily laden, for their laterals, more numerous, shorter and smaller, were flexible enough to droop under the burden, and thus in part support each other, while the suffer elms and maples broke like pipestems. Many fine photographs now show how strangely beautiful were these weird winter scenes of desolation. Nothing daunted, the people were carefully trimming the splintered branches and planting new trees. A rural improvement associationr was formed, which, under the lead of Professor Harris, promises well for the grow th and prosperity of the town. Its eligible location and prosj>ective advantages are likely to attract still larger numbers of desirable residents from the surrounding country. The Chicago & Alton Railway Company have presented some three acres directly fronting the depot for a park, whicii will soon be so laid out and adorned as to add another attraction to the place. The Illinois State Normal University, located at Normal, two miles from Bloomington, also shows the good influence of such a seminary upon the people, their homesand surroundings. The large cAmpus has a choice variety of trees, planted 60011 after the university was organized, some twenty-five years ago, which snows a thrifty growth. Through the influence of a public-spirited citizen, Jesse Fell, the streets and parks were then amply supplied with shade trees. It was a privilege to meet this now venerable arborist, who is gratefully recognized as a benefactor of the town, and to hear him say, when thanked by a stranger for the varied adornments be had originated, “Whatever pleasure they have given to others, they have given far more to me. and paid me over and over for all the pains they cost.” Much is doing to beautify the suburban towns around Chicago, where a growing number of the most intelligent citizens are realizing the superior advantages of rural homes for their children, if not for themselves. To meet this rapidly increasing demand, many suburban villages, especially those along the shore of Lake Michigan for twenty or thirty miles north of the city have been laid out with great taste, and large numbers of business men have been attracted to them. Rural adornments are here the order of the day. These villages are learning that public improvements and growth stand related as cause and effect. There is a generous rivalry among them. Plans are adopted which will invite wealthy and desirable residents in still larger numbers. These nlans include the sanitary conditions of the homos and their surroundings, the organization of libraries, and the improvement of schools, as well as of the streets, sidewalks, parks, and nil those adornments which enhance the value of real estate. Intensity, energy and breadth are striking characteristics of the business men of Chicago. Those who breathe suoh an atmospere understand that a liberal spirit will invite wealth and population to suburban towns, and a penurious policy will repel them. Evanston is one of the best illustrations of these nublic-ftpirited towns. It is the Yonkers of Chicago, and the seat oi the North - western University, which is beautifully located in the center of a native forest bordering on the lake. The town is lighted with, gas and amply supplied with water from Lake Michigan by the Holly Water-works. Its streets are finely ‘ parked" and well shaded. Much 4s now doing in this direction. Five mile* above this“Yonker>”is Winnetka, answering to the Irvington of the Hudson. These towns, still new, have by no means equaled the varied beautv which nearly two centuries of growth and culture have attuitied along the Hudson; hut these staid New York towns never made such rapid Btrides of progress. One of the editors of the Chicago Tribune is the president of the Rural Improvement Association of this

! town. His interest in this matter led “lim to [ secure the sympathy and co-operatiou of all classes of the people, and to enlist the ladies in this work as their natural field, thus happily fraternizing all classes, irrespective of party, sect, or rank, as they meet on common ground and work together for a common object. Ex-Governor Bross, of Chicago, shows his love of rural life by his practical interest in the adornment of a Winnetka home. His earnest address following my lecture in Geneva Lake, Wis., gave a grand stimulus to the varied improvements now started in that beautiful “Saratoga of the West.” General Simpson gladly exchanges the excitements of Washington for the substantial comforts of hi* Winnetka home, surrounded by such sylvan attractions as to be recognized as a contribution to the refinement and prosperity of the town, for happily such taste is contagious. The success of his experiments will be widely suggestive and influential. Austin, a suburban town seven miles west of Chicago, is noteworthy for the fine layout of the town, its broad streets, all “parked,” or to be so, and especially for the large number of its trees—all in what a few years since was an unoccupied, treeless prairie. One gentleman bas donated and planted twenty-seven miles of street rows of trees, mostly elms, seventeen miles of which have been planted within the last three years. He is still extending the good work. Besides this, he has planted and variously adorned a park extending for a mile on both sides of the railroad running through the center of the town, the longest park, within my knowledge, along any railway in the West. The citizens of Austin have fitly acknowledged the foresight and liberality of this treeplanter by naming their town from him. These trees will perpetuate k> memory long after he has passed away, and will be a living monument of nature’s building, grander than the loftiest shaft of chiseled stone. Such an example ought to make many others. A STORY BY TURGENIEFF. The Diamond Dint of the Grant Russian Novelist’* Old Age. St. James Gazette. Diamond dust has all the properties of the diamond, and the essence of a great writer’s genius may be traced in the slightest of his productions. Few better illustrations of this canon could be adduced than the little prose poems which have amused the declining years or M. Turgcnieff. They may be compared to the “Twice-told Tales” of Nathaniel Hawthorne—a writer who has no slight affinity to Turgenieff—for their comparative brevity, their terse finish, and their more fanciful and ideal character in relation to the bulk of the author’s writings. They differ partly as the productions of a master of literary form differ froiq those of a beginner; partly inasmuch as with Hawthorne the story is usually of at least as much importance as the thought, while with Turgenieff it only exists for the development of an idea frequently so slight that a lyric poet would have dispatched it in a stanza. The keynote of each collection is a deep melancholy; but with Hawthorne this is the egotistic ineloncholy of a lonely visionary who passes by banquet and by business like a shadow; with Turgenieff it is the sorrow of one but too deeply interested in human life, and who feels in every fiber the misery of a nation “rotten before it is ripe,” as Cobbett has it. Perhaps the best idea of M. Turgenieffs manner in this work will be conveyed by an abridgement of one of his tales. Having recounted how Giafar, the renowned Vizier of the Caliph Haroun Alraschid, while yet young and undistinguished, rescued an old man ironi assassins, and afterwards visited the old man at his request, continues: The old man took Giafar by the hand and led him into a garden inclosed by high walls, in the midst of which grew a strange tree, in semblance like a cynress, only its leaves were of an azure hue. Upon this tree hung three apples; one of longish shape and white as milk; the second round and red; the third little, shriveled and yellow. “Youth,” said the old man, “pluck and eat one of these apples. If thou eatest the white, thou will be the wisest of men; if the red, thou wilt be the richest; if the yellow, thou wilt be singularly acceptable to all old women. But make speed; the charm loses its virtue within an hour.” Giafar ruminated with much perplexity. “If I know everything,” thought he, “I shall know more than is good for me; if I become too rich other people wil envy me. I will eat the yellow apple.” And he did so. The old man laughed with bis toothless mouth and exclaimed: “Good youth! in sooth thou hast chosen the better part. What need hast thou of the white apple? thou art already wisei than Solomon. Nor needest thou the red apple, either; thou wilt be'rich enough without it, and none will envy thee.” “Venerable sage,” renonded Giafar, “deign to indicate to me the dwelling of the august mother of the Commander of the Faithful.” The old man bowed totheground and showed the way. And Giafar is the greatest subject in Bagdad.

THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW. flow She Bought Stamps and Secured formationNew York World. Yesterday a young ladv in a gray Jersey, banged hair, and wearing bracelets with monogram ten-cent pieces Hanging therefrom, headed the line at one of the retail stamp windows in the general postoffioe. “How much will this be?" she asked, handing in a square envelope with a tiger’s head on the upper left-hand corner. "Six cents, ina’iun,” answered the blue-coat official, reaching out two three-cent stamps. ‘Oh, I have two threes in my pocketbook if I can find them,” she said, 09 she thrust her hand into an alligator-skin bag and drew out a scented pocket-nandkerchief, which she laid on the window, put her little finger through a large brass key, and stuck an opera ticket between her teeth. “Give me two twos and a one. please. This is for Europe; it’s five cents for Europe, isn’t it? Never mind, give me one five instead. I suppose you keen fives, don’t you?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Dear me! I left the threes at home, or lost them. Give me two threes. Oh, nevermind; I’ve got them now.” The young lady put the ticket in her bag, proceeded to lick the stamps and fasten them on the letter, while an old gentleman with a gold-headed cane reached five cents over her head and asked for postals, and a small boy in his shirt-sleeves crawled up between her and the window and handed in a big yellow envelope, shouting: “Weigh that!” Still she held her place. “Do you keep stamped envelopes?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am. Wliat kind do yon want?” “Ones with mourning around the edge.” “Don’t keep ’em.” “Well, give me a postal.” The clerk gave her change for a quarter, while the rear man in the line leaned for support against the partition with the-world-wasn’t-made-in a-day look on his countenance. She picked up her handkerchief, took the key off her linger and asked for u newspaper wrapper. By this time the third man in the line said something about missing the Btaten Island boat. flhe withdrew, and ju*t as No. 2 moved into tier place she rushed back and asked when the two-cent stamp law goes into operation. “In October, ma’am,” shouted the official out through the window. 44 Just one minute! Where is the place to drop Chicago letters?” Onet*c the watchmen came tip and showed her to the window labelled “domestic letters," and she went away happy. . Tni .‘.s. . ugajj-j lj-sss •Lydia E. Blnkhnnr* Vegetable) Compound strengthens the etoinaoh aud kidneys aud aids digestion.

BILLY MYERS’S MAIMS. A Story Cor Railroad Men Having a Little Moral in Ik. President Tuttle, of Wabash College. Not many mouths ago I was in the cars—our “Panhandle” cars, which at once suggest comfort to the traveler—and was interesting myself in observing my fellow-travelers. It is an old habit of mine to seek entertainment of such as may be so fortunate or unfortunate as to travel with me. I keep wondering who this is, and who that is, and what they are here for. Sometimes the answers inferred are not very pleasant. For instance, on that very road I saw a woman and four children. They were very still, and I wondered what was the matter. At a little station thev left the car, and there stood a little group of people to meet them. In an instant all were weeping. I wondered why. Our cars moved on. and then the reason was revealed in the box that bad just been lifted from the baggage car, containing some one’s coffin. I said to myself: “No doubt it contains the mortal remains of the husband and the father.” But it was not of them or of him they were mourning I meant to write. There is a class of men who ride on every train at the West, of their ow T n sort, enterprising, jolly, and free in speech and manner. Among them are some of the smartest fellows, and for them I predict fortune. They encounter peculiar dangers from their roving kind of life, and not the smallest of these is from tippling. It is very easy to imagine that the water is bad, or to feel “damp,” or exposed to some disease, or that one is very tired, and that a little whisky will be good. I notice also that many young men “make a mock” of my fears. They are merry as crickets as they tell their drinking exploits. Many of them carry a well-filled flask. And thus they get very familiar with that which has destroyed multitudes. Two of these men met in our car. They were merry, and at last they went back to the water-tank to get water to mix with something else which they drank. And when they returned to their seat, either because I looked like one of their sort—as I trust I do not—or because they noticed my interest in their movements, one of them asked me “if I would not take a little? It is real good; the genuine article!” I thanked the young man for his offer, although my sense of duty struggled with my politeness, and I felt that I ought rather to say “Get thee behind me, Satan!” But still I thanked him, and added: “Let me pay you by telling you a story.” Now a story in a tedious ride on a railroad, even if it be in one of the elegant Panhandle’s, is always welcome, and so they all listened as 1 began. “The fact is, gentlemen,” I said, “whilst thankful for your offer, I am afraid to accept it.”

“Well, I am not afraid,” said the young man, as if a little hurt. “I was not speaking of you, but of myself,” I replied. “The fact is, I am afraid. But 1 was to tell you a story, not an original one, but one in which that wonderful man, Father Hunt, the temperance lecturer, was an actor! “You may not know that on that subject it was not always wise for an opposer to attack him. He was sure to be a little singed iu the conflict. “One day Mr. Hunt was making a hard assault on rum drinking in a neighborhood where a Dutch distiller named Billy Meyers’ was a sort of king. This man was present and continually interrupting the speaker by saying in a loud voice ‘Mr. Hunt, money makes the mare go!’ At first it raised a laugh, which Mr. Hunt took in good nature. “At last he stopped for a personal colloquy with his tormentor, and said; ‘Look here, Mr. Myers, you say money makes the mare go, and you mean that I lecture on temperance for money, don’t you?* ‘Yes, that is what I mean, Mr. Hunt.’ ‘Well, Mr. Myers, you carry on a distillery, and you do it for money, don’t you?’ ‘to be sure I do, Mr. Hunt; money makes the mare go.” ‘And so, Mr. Myers, you say I have a mare, and you have a mare also; suppose we trot them out together and see how they compare!' “The meeting was in a-grove, and the sharp lecturer knew a thing or two, and so the old distiller found out, for M: Hunt pointed to a young fellow who was quite drunk, and was steadying himself by a tree, and said. ‘Mr. Myers, who is that young fellow?’ The distiller started as if stung, as he answered, ‘That is ray son.’ ‘Your son, is he, Mr. Myers? I guess he has been riding your mare, and got thrown, hasn’t he?’ “And who is that young fellow sitting so drunk on that log out there?” asked the lecturer, pointing to a second one. “The distiller uttered an exclamation of real pain, as he said, *Tfiat is my son. too!’ ‘He is, is he?" said Mr. Hunt, ‘I guess he has been riding our mare, also, and she has kicked up and thrown him over her head, hasn’t she? Your mare must be a vicious, dangerous brute, isn’t she, Mr. Myers.* “The distiller could not stand it any longer, but said, ‘Look here, Mr. Hunt, I won’t say another word if you will let me off.’ “And there is my story about Mr. Bill Myers and his mare. It may not seem to you, young man, to have much point, but the fact is I have noticed “Bill Myers’s mare” a great many times, and I have seen a great many men as fearless os you attempt to ride the vicious creature, and I have seen a great many of them thrown and their necks broken. It may Bee in cowardly, but I am afraid to ride her, and I most earnestly advise you to get off whilst your neck is whole, for I feel sure she will some day throw you, and perhaps kill you. I beg you not to ride Bill Myers’s mare!” Such was my story. It was not very delicate in its illustration, but is a man to stickle for the niceness of words when he sees a fine young fellow riding down to perdition on such a jade? My story hit the mark, and the young man towoora it was addressed was quite “cut down,” and, to “ease up the mutter,” I "aked him his business, and found he was agent for a large glove manufactory, and forthwith he opened his satchel and presented me a pair of gloves, as he said, “As n sign that my nonest dealing was appreciated.” Os course I accepted them with thanks, but added as a parting admonition: “My young friend, take the advice of a casual acquaintance whose chief business is with young men, and dismount as quickly as possible from Bill Myers’s mare?” In Which They Are Unanimous. Texas Sifting*. Johnny Fizzletop accompanied his sister to a part v at the residence of Colonel Percy Yerger. In accordance with the prevailing fashion the ladies wore low-necked dresses, very much to the astonishment of the aforesaid Johnny. Next morning, at the breakfasttable, Johnny, being engaged in reading the morning paper, asked: “Pa, what do they mean by unanimous?” “Unanimous, my son—well, when everybody wants Uie same thing, then they are said to be unanimous.” "Well, then, those ladies at the ball last night were unanimous, for they all wanted the same thing.” "What was it, my son?” "Clothes.” Thinks All Men Are Liars. Burlington HuwU*y*. A “young inquirer” wants to know "when is a man the most truthful?” When he’s , asleep, boy; when he’s usleep. And don’t you trust him too far. even thou. His wife doesn't. Often and often, when he has impressed her with profound conviction that lie is so sound asleep that thunder couldn’t waken one eve of him, she hasn’t more t-hun got her hand into the breast pocket of his

coat before he snarls, “Out o’ that, now?” and scares her into a thousand fits. Man is a very uncertain piece of property under any circumstances, and he’s safest when he*s dead. That is, some men are. Men we don’t like. first IMPRESSIONS of ROME. The Curious Contrasts Preseated by the Eternal City, Miss Florence Kelloy in National Tribune. . The first great surprise on reaching Rome is finding the city ugly. There is scarcely an externally beautiful building to be seen in traversing Rome from any one of its many gates to any other. Even the beautiful sky and warm delicious air cannot make beauty appear in narrow streets closely crowded with irregular buildings of brownish-yellow stone. Not only are the streets narrow; they are crooked beyond drscription, wanting in sidewalks and crowded with rushing vehicles. To add to the bizarre appearance of the city, the ruins of the ancient buildings of the Empire are scattered about among modern surroundings not at all as if these had grown up more recently, but as if the ruins hsd dropped* crashing from the sky, breaking in their fall and jostling the plan of the city out of all symmetry. Then, too, it is difficult, to accustom the imagination to so many sorts and degrees of antiquity. For instance, the jump from the walls of Romulus to the palace of Julius Ctesar is tremendous, and one has a mental indigestion on finding that the traces of the two are within a stone’s throw of each other. The historical interval of 750 years vanishes, and the traces seem equally old. This is no sooner done and one begins to feel composed than the basilica of Constantine comes in sight, and another mental jump must be made and a historic interval of three hundred years disposed of; and all the time the basilica of Constantine looks as Old as the palace of Ctesar or the hill of Romulus. After some days’ prowling among the Roman relics this sort of mental exercise grows easier, and the imagination begins to be occupied with the ecclesiastical features of Rome. But these have an absurd trick of seeming more oldfashioned than the ruins, or than Rome itself. I saw a fat, comfortable priest driving around the Coliseum late one sunny afternoon, and he seemed to belong to an order of human affairs far older than the ruin. And another priest thoroughly spir-itual-looking, who was peacefully studying hie red guide-book in the Vatican, seemed hardly more to belong to the stirring world of to-day than the Greek marble he had turned his back to in his enthusiasm to know what Baedeker said of it. The wealth of beauty stored within walls is in overwhelming contrast with the lack of external grandeur and symmetry, and after a few days of feasting upon this interior richness, the unobtrusive ugliness of the outer city comes to have a certain restful quality. This is the more agreeable because the ugliness is picturesque and the air and sunshine are exquisitely soft and reposeful. While Rome is far from seeming a city of 3.000 years' growth, it is not jarringly modem, and but for the tourists, who swarm everywhere in Holy Week, in traveling coat and panoply of guide-book and umbrella, it would be hard to tell in what epoch of the world’s history this year might be. Certain streets, the Corso especially, are modern also, and have charming modern shops; but a short walk, to the right or the left, leaves the modern streets far away and plunges the prowling tourist far back in the past. One curious little feature of the Roman streets is always striking the imagination afresh. This is the sudden appearance in some uninteresting wall of a scrap of ancient sculpture, a corner-post or a small relief, a lion’s head or the Roman wolf, built in and left, as a matter of course. This adds to the scrappy effect of the present Rome, and falls in with one’s impressions received on seeing in the midnight drive from the railroad station to the hotel the sign “Telegraph office of the Baths of Diocletian.” The same slight shock, in a less degree, comes from finding the design of Romulus and the wolf used as a letter-stamp. RUM AT GREELEY. Mr, Nye’s Experience la tiie Stronghold of Total Abstinence. Laramie Boomeraug. As I write, Greeley is apparently an oasis in the desert. It looks like a fertile island dropped down from heaven in a boundless stretch of buffalo grass, sage hens and cunning little prairie dogs. And yet you would not come here as a stranger and within the colonial barbed-wire fence procure a bite of cold rum if you were President of the United States with a rattlesnake bite as large as an Easter egg concealed about your person. You can, however, become acquainted, if you are of asocial nature! and keep your eyes open. Ido not say this because I have been thirsty these few past weeks and just dropped on the game, as Aristotle would saj*, but just to prove that men are like boys, and and when you tell them they can’t have any particular thing, that is the thing they are apt to desire with a feverish yearn. This is why the thirstful man in Maine drinks from the gas fixtures; why the Kansas drinkest gets his out of a rain-watter barrel, and why other miracles too numerous to mention are performed. Whisky is more bulky and annoying to carry about in the coat tail pocket than a plug of tobacco, but there have been cases where it was successfully done. I was shown yesterday a littte corner that would hold six or eight bushels. It wa9 in the washroomi of a hotel, and was about half full. So were the men who came there, for before night the entire place wus filled with empty whisky bottles of every size, shape and smell. The little fat bottle with the oaor of gin and livery stable was there, and the big flat bottle that you get at Evans, four miles away, generally filled with something that tastes like tincture of capsicum, spirits of ammonia and lingering death is hlso represented in this great congress of cosmspolitan bottles sucked dry and the cork gnawed half up. When I came to Greeley I was still following the course of treatment prescribed by my Laramie City r physician, and with the rest I was required to force down three adult doses of brandy per day. He used to taste the prescription at times to see if it had been properly compounded. Shortly after my arrival here I ran out of this remedy, and asked a friend to go and get the bottle refilled. He was a man who was not familiar with Greeley in its moisture producing capacity, and he was unable to procure the vile demon in the town for love or wealth. The druggist even did not keep it, and although he met crowds of men with tears in their eyes and breath like a veteran bung starter, he bad to go to Evans for the required opiate. This I use externally now on the vagrant doe who comes to me to be fondled, and who goes away with his hair off. Central Colorado is full of partially buhl dogs, who have wiped their wet, cold noses on me, not widely but too well. To Whom It -May Concern. Oil City Blizzard. Here is a little item intended only for the eyes of our gentlemen readers. It is in reference to a matter which intents gentlemen only, and as such we feel assured that our lady readers will pass it by. We publish it reluctantly, as we very much dislike to give publicity to anything which cannot be p<* rused by ladies as well as men. All mett, both old* and young, should read and ponder (I n?iqoqdojp.Cq tuu;uu| aonpojd pi* easco Xuum uj qsip auo so *ij tuo 01 spudifp Apwj Jiaqi Jfutqso ;suib3t? pa not judo djojajsuv aiu uauitfunoJ pun ‘uosmd jpuij jo sapijutmu airiiM uivjuoa ‘uosbas siqi “oja ‘spßiiia 9nf -joA|j aqi so qons ‘uioDJo-aat jo uotitsodtuou oqiouq jaiua ipiqM tqudipojriui oqi jo AUnh aottl 'Xpaorpno -jgjq oip uo ‘popqs bj jf,,