Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 January 1887 — Page 2

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11T WOOD KUFF CLARKE, At'THOB OF "KliATAWA," TUB YOUTH'S COMPANIOX $000 Prize Story. After two seasons of hard toil, and two winters spent ia the cold seclusion of those Colorado mountains, we cave up our silver mine and abandoned the claim. I was quite ready to return. Two years away from a razor, two years of bacon, beans, syrup and canned corn; two years of struggle with sour dough; two years spent at an altitude where it takes six hours' boiling to cdok potatoes (astonishing phenomenon to every tenderfoot), cured my mining fever foreverniore. I joined the great procession which the railroads never advertise, the disgusted ones returning East or West from thoso silver lodes with twisted backbones and empty pockets. Home again, t learned to my amazement that cousin Brooks, once the most stupid boy that ever gaped over his books, had just become Governor of the Statel When I went West to End an opening for my money, Brooks was a sedate, hard-working lawyer. I never supposed he would earn his salt After becoming tolerably well acquainted with mother again, and the boys, and making brief rain quest for employment, I took a run up to the Capitol one day to see Brooks. He greeted me cordially. He always did like mo. I suppose because I used to help him out in his lessons, between thrashings, although upon leaving school I bore a remorseful feeling that I had been unmerciful to poor Brooks. He was in his official apartment at the State room, a lofty room with frescoed , ceiling, huge plate window?, elaborate furniture, library, and elegant writing desks. He was sequestered by ante rooms and guarded by ushers, but I went Straight through to his presence without a check, while the clerks stared in surprise. This was because I so resembled Brooks that 1 came upon them like an apparition, for he and I were of a similar form behind the same ancestral nose. Greeting over: "And how are the mines, Chug?" "They are still there." 'You have made your fortune West, I hope?" "No. The West did pretty well; I didn't. The West kept all I took there." He lpoked at me doubtfully. Brooks never quite understood my way of talking. Yet I speak clear classic English, always. '"You haven't lost every cent. Chug?" "Oh, no. If I can sell my mine for a hundred thousand I am all right." "Is it good for anything?" "Not that I know of." "Hum!" Brooks was a fine-looking fellow, large, portly, benignant. A kind-hearted man. somewhat changed since I saw him last He had agea ereatly, jar more than I, notwithstanding ail the Vicissitudes and bacon 1 had Undergone. Jffe seemed more serious, more fatherly, and appeared tired. He looked at me with something of the old appeal in his face. "Stay here and help me Chug. I had to discharge ziy secretary yesterday. He was a schemer, more anxious to win outside friends than to do his duty by me. I waat somebody who is reliable. It pays two thousand a year. Probably I can put some perquisites in your way, also." As a kindness to Brooks I consented. tie led me over to a handsome work-desk; charged with innumerable pigeon-holes, rolls of red tape, seal stamps, ax and other vital elements of government. A pile of letters and documents already burdened the slope. I 6at down before half -ream of selected mail, my brief instructions being for this heap, "Say xjo to every want, but make a friend of every - writer.' lhia mountainous task strained my early Sabbath-school trailing severely. However, I evolved a general letter, applicable to most of these cases, and submitted it to Brooks. He was good enough to praise its conciliatory tact and gracious denial, asd I proceeded to duplicate the form and scatter "No" broadcast. An hour later Harold, our clerk, appeared at the door. "Here is the prison delegation." Brooks put down his documents and straight ened up with great concern. "Let me see; what do they want? Chug, there is a memorandum on your desk somewhere. I searched, and found the appointment slip. Tuesday, 11 A. M. Cedar County Delegation to urge amelioration of convicts. Brooks.ran his hand through his hair. "Why do they bother me now! Why cant they torture those fellows in the Legislature, and after tbev get in their bill come and ask ray approval? Why consume my time for an object ao remote? What shall I do with 'em, Chud I I have more work here already than I can finish in good season," ' 'Do!" J exclaimed, rising energetically and feeling Something of the old scorn ior him; why, man, listen. Say: 'Fellow-citizens, I am Vroud to meet you, glad to see the cause of our Criminals enlisting the sympathy of such able advocates, and anything I can do to farther the good work; be assured I shall rejoice to do. At be came time all government moves by routine, And I must commend you to the usual procedures. Secure legislative action effecting the ends yOu aim at, and. as I feel sure the object -. will bejustlfiable I shall take pleasure in signipg your bill.' That's all. Remain standing and let them stand. Fidget to and fro from your desk. Let them know you are in a hurry, although courteous, and get rid of 'em quick." "Cedar county?" mused Brooks.. "I don't knoW anybody up there likely to be in this delegation. Chug, yOu lock a good deal like me. You may receive these people, and act as Gov ernor. "No, thank you!" said I. bolting to my desk and catching up the pen. "Hallo! cried Brooks with slow Vni fan Voo hnt nnf ns.fA.m V,7 sarcasm. . J w . V 4 1U, V i This blunreply fung me. It was qui.te mnTik the Brooks of my school-days. I used to pride myself oh superior force. It would never do to let him find me" lacking nerve, or my old ascendency would vanish wholly. So I promptly r Tose'again. "Why, .1 can receive the delegation if you really want me to, Brooks, but "All right, Chug, you may receive them. Treat them weil. That will give me tine to' go over mis paper, ana i must ao it oerore noon. t . ... 3 m . . . i t i T ' m mm. x wsssuunwuai tiKmiieu. iu coniroai isese -fellows, face to face, erew every instant more disacreeable to me. For two years I had rusted in the mine)!. Probably this delegation contained preachers, lawyers, practiced spokesmen, to answer whom would require more than mere anaacuy. juuc nsrmu siouu loo&ine on perplexed,' and Brooks himserf was peering upfrom his papers with a covert 6mile. I put a bold face on it. "Here, Harold, help me put these chairs in the private room," and I seized an arm-chu'r iu each ' hand. -- , Harold looked at Brooks with astonishment and protest. "You will reed the chairs, of course," he said. "No; I'll make 'em stand. I'll soon get rid of the-prison delegation," I cried emphatically. Brooks nodded, and Harold unwillingly joined in removing every chair to the inner apartment, save the ones which Brooks and I had occupied. "Now brine 'em!" said I, and while Harold was gone I threw off my coat, untied my neck-band, put my watch in open sight upon the desk and took a pen freshly dipped in ink. "Ill let these allows know that time is precious here," I taid decisively, lookingown at Brooks. . The door opening from the ante-room swung on ita hinges. Harold appeared upon the threshold. He gave .a look of dismay as he saw me in my shirt sleeves, but I stood erect and firm. There was a rustling of silks, a prophetic fragrance, soft feurmering, voices, and then a bevy of ladies flowered suddenly into the room. I stared - dumbfounded "Great! er ladies!" I dropped my pen, sprang : to my coat and lungd. tey arinf. frenziedly into my sleeves. "Excwal me, lunies, I I had forgottefc the

the sex of your delegation it is such a hot day", I fumbled my necktie. The horrible fear eame over me that I had failed to eomb my hair that morning. Mother aceused me of rank neglect since my return from Colorado. But I caught sieht of a distracted phantom in the mirror; hnply my hair, although somewhat frowsy, bore suggestions of combing. ' "Governor," said Harold, gravely, "let me introduce Mrs. Miner, the head of this delegation." Now, I ought to have bowed, in a stately way and said: ' 'Madame. I am happy to meet you, and to find that prison reform enlists advocates at once so fair and capable." But I did not say this. I observed that Mrs. Miner was a tall, matronly lady, with gray hair, Roman features and pale complexion, very stylishly dressed in black, with white lace about her throat and wrists. I observed that her companions were mostly elderly, well-bred, tastefullyattired, self-possessed and eminently ladylike. At the rear were some younger women, notably one brunette with flashing black eyes, wearing a broad-brimmed hat with a rich red plume, and a brocaded, dark-red velvet dress with a profusion of ribbons. She looked demurely over the shoulders of her companions directly into my eyes, and I, but just returned from such a long exile, unused to feminine proximity, was instantly bereft of all senses. I stood irresolute. Mrs. Miner also stood a moment, hesitating. Then, as I made a halting movement forward, she held out her gloved band, which I shook awkwardly. "We ought to be old friends," said I, glancing at Brooks, who buried his head in documents, while his chair shook suspiciously, "for I was a miner myself until The appalling reflection that in mv impersona

tion as Governor all reference to my Colorado experience was out of place now tripped the remark. I added to complete to the sentence, "until I became of age." nrooKs glanced up with agony in his race, a look which conjured me whatever else I did by ail the Gods not to profane his identity through sucn abhorrent puns. Mrs. Miner introduced her companions to me, "Mrs. Griflin, Miss Minx, Mrs. QnalterJ and she went throueh, the group standing a little aside, so as to keep the ladies and myself in our respective places. I felt perforation trickle over ray brow as I bowed to Miss Mulwine, the bru nette,, who was the last one presented. Ades perate desire to do something gallant came over me. "Take seats, ladies. Sit down. Er Harold, where are the chairs? Bring in the chairs, sir! 1 he chairs ought always to be here. Harold winked, put one hand over his jaws, and staggered into the back room. He did not reappear, but handed forth the chairs behind the partly open door without showing his coun tenance. Then I heard him go out into the : ante-room by way of the back corridor, and became conscious from the shuffling feet that he had massed all the clerks against the communicating door so that they would -overhear ray speech. There were not chairs enough for the party, so I took the chair from my desk and placed it for Miss Mulwine. I remained standing before them. . " "Mr. Governor, we have come to ask your co-operation in ameliorating the condition of our convicts." Here was another great opportunity. If I had kept my head, if that paralyzing brunette had not eyed me so 6teadily, I might have said: '-'Ladies, the condition of our convicts has long enlisted my anxious study. Nothing more stirs my sympathy, nothing seems to me of creator importance than improvement in facilities for their comfort and moral welfare. Any practical measnre which you have matured will command mv cordial support." But I didn't say that. Instead. I replied: "Yes, there is too much laxity. Those frequent escapes remind me of our experience in Colorado. A drunken miner shot a fellow one night, and the sheriff took him up to the town jug and locked him in. The jug was only a lot; building set in the hillside. He got out so quick that he met the sheriff on his return in front of the Welcome Bar, and asked him to step iu and take a drink. Then the crowd carried him off to the nearest tree. He didn't get away that time." "Perhaps you do not auite understand us," said Mrs. Miner, gravely. She unfolded a large package and disclosed a mass of papers. "Here are the petitions, circulated in every church In our county and signed by all the best people, asking that greater social and religious privileges be extended to our criminals." "You don't get them up as handy as we did in Colorado..'' I rejoined. "When we had our struegle for the county-seat we strung the petition on an old wringer frame so we could roll it up with a crank.1" Here Brooks gave a long "hem!" I. looked across. He was glaring at me in warning wrath. and again I recollected that these Colorado reminiscences were inopportune. I stared around, canght the unfathomable eyes of that marvelous brunette, and lapsed into hopelessly incapacity. "Pardon me for interrupting you, Governor" said Brooks, in a cool earnest voice, which at once commanded silence and attention. "But it is fitting these ladies should know that their petition ouch t to be given to their Representa tive, and he should press for appropriate legis lation. Until that time, this office is powerless to act. Mrs. Miner replied: "Oh, we quite under stand that. We only wished to show the peti tions for a moment here as evidence of their popularity, end ascertain the Governor's feeling toward the movement." "Entirely favorable, madam," said L "Then, -we will bid you good dav and with draw. I know yotrr time is valuable, Many thanks for your kindness." u;y bowed. The clerks scattered in the ante-room, and the ladies retired gracefully, while I sood stupid, not yet recovered from the surrrue tf their arrival. The deor closed behind them. There was silenee a moment Brooks sat with his back turned. He lifted up a page of manuscript, and remarked with fluttering em phasis: "Chug, you made a beautiful speech." "Oh, shut up! Shut up!" I cried wildly, throw ing my8etx into a cnair. Brooks's fortitude suddenly gave "way. He cast himself forward on his desk, and laughed hilariously. Me rose and bowed himself shriek ing over a cnair. ne aroppeo run length upon the sofa, on top of the pamphlets, helpless and uproarious. He ha-haed all over the oflice. and crowded me with his outrageous mirth. When at last he was completely exhausted he sat dowu and faced me quizzically. It dawned upon my mind that Brooks and I bad changed positions; that the superior force of character, perhaps, now was his; that the coolness in emergencies, which is the test of strength, was most manifest in him. Inspired by this discovery, and by the occasion, I justly remarked: "I believe I am the biggest 'fool of all our State omcers. Ere I had concluded I became aware that the door was open. A perfume of jockey-club floated to my senses. Harold, grinning, had shown in the beautiful brunette, and she was upon the threshold, lookiug and listening. "Did I leave my parasol?" she asked sweetly. Harold picked it from the floor for her. She bowed and went away. Once more Brooks hung himself in festoons over all the furniture, entirely careless of his own reputation in the matter. When this nuseemly mirth subsided, he came to where I sat with moist brow clasped in both hands upright before my desk, and said, soothmely: "Never mind. Chug. Life is but a succession of mistakes with the best of us." "Yes," I replied. "So far as I am concerned, I begin to observe tnat." THE END. Both Thonghtful and Beautiful. Philadelphia Ledger. It was a very graceful act of con siderateness for a well-to-do invalid, "well off" in purBeif not in health, to take advantage of a holiday occasion to entertain or give pleasure to persons suf fering from similar disabilities. In a near-by j city a wealthy young girl, who lost her hearing some years ago from scarlet fever, entertained the children of a school for the deaf with a holiday tree and gifts, herself presiding over the voiceless but visible joy during the distribution of gifts and the entertainment for the eyes and the taste that followed. The peculiar sympathy between the giver and her guests made the celebration beautiful indeed. Aa Even exchange. Philadelphia American. . - - If women consent to give up their altitudinous head gear at the theater at night, men, ia turn, should endeavor to give up wearing big heads in the morning.

Makln' an Editor Oaten o Ulm.

"Good mornin, to-day? sir, Mr. Printer; how is your body I'm glad you're to home, runnin' awav. fer you fellers is al'ayi aYour paper last week wa'nt so spicy nor sharp as the one week before; Bat I s'pose when the campaign is opened youll be wnoopin it upto em more. That feller that's printin' "The Smasher" is goin' fer you perty smart. And our folks said this moram', at breakfast, they thought be was zettan the start; But I hushed 'em right up ia a minute, and said a eood word for you I told em I b'lieved you in i you was tryia' to do just as well as vera knew. And I told 'em that some one was sayin', and whoever twas it is so. That you can't expect much of no one man, nor blame mm fer what he don t know. But, layin' aside pleasure for business, Pre brought you my little boy Jim, And I thought I would see if jrou couldn't make an editor outen o nun. "My family stock is increasin', while other folks seem to run short; I've got a right smart of a family it's one of the oldfashioned sort. There's Ichabod, Isaac and Israel, a-workin' away on the farm; They'll do 'bout as much as one good boy, and make things go off like a charm. There's Moses and Aaron are sly ones, and slip like a couple of eel But they're tol'able steady in one thing they al'ays git 'round to their meals. There's Peter is busy inventin' (though what he invents I can't see). And Joseph is studyin medicine, and both of 'em boardin with me: There's Abram and Albert is married, each workin' my farm for himself, And Sam smashed his nose at a shootin', and so he is laid on the shelf. The rest of the boys are all growia', 'cept this little xaa, wmco is ouu, And I thought that perhaps I he makin' au editor outen o' hira. "He ain't bo great shakes for to labor, though I've labored with him a good deal, And give him some strapping good arguments, I know he couldn't help but to feel; But he's built out of second-growth timber, and nothing about him is big. Exceptiti his appetite only, and there he's as good as a pig; I keep him a-carrying luncheons, and fillin and bringin' the jugs, And take him among the pertatoes, and set him to pickia the bugs: And then there's things to be doin' a-helpin the women in-doors, There's churnin' and washin' of dishes, acid other descriptions of chores; But he don't take to nothin' but victuals, and he'll never be much I'm afraid, So I thought it would be a good notion to learn him the editor's trade. His body's too small for a farmer, his judgment Is rather too slim, But I thought we perhaps could be makin' an editor outen o him. "It ain't much to get up a paper, it wouldn't take him long for to learn; He could feed the machine, I'm thiukin; with a good strapi'in teUow to turn. And things that was once hard in doin', is easy enough now to do; Just keep your eye on your machinery, and crack yoer arrangements nsrht throueh. I used for to wonder at readin' and where it was got up. and how: But 'tis most of it made by machinery, I can see it all plain enough now. And poetry, too, is constructed by machines of differ ent designs. a caopper, to see to the length of the lines; And I hear a New York clairvoyant is runnin one sleeker than grease, And a-rentin' her heaven-born productions at a couple of dollars apiece; . . And since the whole trado has growed easy, 'twould be easv enough, I ve a whim. If you wa3 agreed to be makin' an editor outen o' Jim." The .editor sat in his sanctum, and looked the old man m the eye, Then tflanced ui the grinning young hopeful, and mournfully made his rtply: "Is your son a small unbound edition of Moses and boiomon both Can he compass bis spirit with meekness, and strangle a natural opt hi Can he leave all his wrongs to the future, and carry bis heart in bis cheek? Can he do an hour's work ia a minute, and live on a sixpence a week? Can he courteously talk to an equal, and "browbeat an impudent doncef - . - Can he keep things in apple-pie order, and do half-a-dozen at onceK Can he press all the springs of knowledge with quick ana reliable touch. And be sure that he knows how much to knew, and knows how to not know too much? - -Su Does he Tcnow how to spur up his virtue, and put a check-rein on his prido? Can be carry a gentleman's manners within a rhinoce ros hide! Can he know all, and do all, and be all with cheerful ness, courage aud vim? If so, we perhaps can bo 'makin' an editor outen o' him.' " The farmer stood curiously listening, while wonder his visage o er spread. And he said: "Jim. I guess well be goin; he's proba bly out of his head." Will 11. Carleton. 'The Villain Superintendent. ' Under the Sunday-school Christmas tree The Superintendent -stands; A mighty earnest man is he With trouble on his hands. For ha has arranged a programme for Two rival Mission Bands. TheUerry Workers, the Infant Class, The Choir and the Sons of Glee, The Burden Bearers, and oh, alas, The Mite Societee, And the Cheerful Olvers, who never pass An Inopportanitee Of giving a piece of their minds in sass To the superintende n t.. And every one must come in first In reading or speech or song. And the superintendent never durst To make the programme long. And every One says his show was the worst, ' And that everything went wrotig. Till his head and his heart are like to burst With the Christmas chimes' ding-dong. K. J. Bnrdette, in Brooklyn Eagle. Why She Liked It. Sweet Jacqutainot! ur-oa lier breast Yonr trembling little petals pressed, RacliniEg there so soft and still. You had of royal sweets your fill, lake bird wkhin a downy nest. Tt was indeed an envied rest, By her own "finger-tips Caressed; Did you not feel a mounting thrill, . JSweet Jacqueminot! And yet, perhaps, you were a guest More favored, and she loved you best, Because to unit ber owa sweet will I paid for you a dollar bill. As toy poor purse can well attest, Sweot Jacqueminot! ' Tid-Blts. A Shmlow Boat. Under my keel anotbtr boat Sails as I sail, floats as I float; -Silent, and dim. and mystio still, It steals through that weird nether-world, Mocking my power, though at tny will The foam before its prow is curled, Or calm it lies, with canvas furled. Vainly I peer, and fain would see ' "What phantom in that boat mav be; Yet half I dread, lest I with ruth Some ghost of my dead past divineSome gracious shape of my lost youth. Whose desshless eyes, onco fixed on mine. Would drw me downward through the brine! Arlo Bates. ' - ' L.uck. Jjuck's ihe giddiest f all creatures. Nor likes in one place long to stay; She ssioothes the hair back from your features, Kisses you quick and runs away. Dame Ill-luck is in no Buch hurry, Nor quick her close embrace she quits; She says she's iu no kind of hurry, -And aiU upon your bed and knits. From the German. ' Second Love, Thou art not my first love, I loved before we met, And tne memory of that early dream Will linger round ma yet? But tfaou, thou are my last love, ' The truest and the best, , s Mv htiart but shed its early, leaves To five thee all the rest. Thos. O'lTara. Friendship. "I would go up to the gates of hell with a friend, Tkrough thick and thin!" . The other sa'd, as he bit oil a concha's end: "I would go in." J. X. AlcCann.

TALK WITH LOGAFS WIDOW.

She Will Continue to Reside in the Now Desolate Home at Washington. Her Description of the Effect of General Boynton's Bitter Newspaper War Upon the Senator A Faithful Mourner. Washington Letter in New York Snn. Yesterday, in the fog and drizzling rain, I went to Calumet Place to pay a visit to Mrs. Logan and I think some incidents of that visit will be of interest to the readers of the Sun. I was at the house the week of the General's death, when a great many people were paying their respects, and when Mrs. Logan was so completely prostrated as to be unable to see many persons. She ia less occupied with callers now, and her home has regained somewhat the state of comparative quiet it knew during the General's sickness. In the days of his health he never knew what it was to be without callers, and it was the exception for the family not to have visitors. ' To-day as I entered the library Mrs. Logan rose from the desk where she sat writing and greeted me in her kind, sad manner, excusing herself while she concluded her letter and sealed it. I looked about the room so tun or cnaracieristic remindings of the dead hero. The house is a noble one, with a wide entrance hall and four laree rooms on either side. The beautiful stair way at the end of tne hail was built under the General's direction, and he assisted in its construction, enjoying the work as much as a boy does a new sport On the walls are his swords, his sombrero, Indiaa arrows, devices, and pictures innumerable. "General Loean loved hi3 home and was eo happy here," said Mrs. Logan, and as she turned away to conquer the rising tumult in her breast, I thought of the long years the two had spent in boarding-houses, and how glad they must have been to have this happy heme at last. He would come from the Capitol and sit on the piazza in the spring and summer afternoons, and take such delight in the view and in the freedom. Up-stairsin the little office opening into my bedroom he wrote his book, and there he worked every night, never goins to bed before midnieht, and some times long after. He is associated with evereything here," she added, glancine out into the hall, where stood one of the splendid floral emblems sent by friends at the funeral time. ."You will live in Washington permanently?'' I ventured to inquire. I cannot leave this house; it is sacred to me. Up-stairs he died; here he was sick, and from here his body was taken to the cemetery. Ob, no; I cannot leave here! I love Chicago people," she said, after a moment's silence, "and I have loving friends there; but my home there has long been rented; it has none of the associations that this house has, and I cannot believe I should ever become reconciled to the rush and bustle of a commercial city, so new and strange to me now. We have lived here since 1866, and this is my home." I could not but feel that she had wisely decided, for Mrs. Logan can never be as contented in any other place, as in Washington. Her son-in-law, Major Tucker, will be stationed in Washington for four years, and her daughter and her little grandson will form, in addition to her son, her family. Mrs. Logan is living the first quiet time she has known in many yars. and the loneliness is a terrible strain. She seems almost bewildered at times, and yet I never saw a woman show more -reserved power than is expressed in her quiet voice and patient manner. I spoke to her of the of ten-repeated assertion that her ambition had exercised a great influence over Gen. Loean, aud asked her if she took the interest in political campaiens attribted to her. "From the time of our marriage we lived an eventful life,"' she said. "The General's practice was almost wholly a criminal one, while he was a lawyer, and political feuds were the occasions 1 of many of them. The state of feel ins: in south ern Illinois from laob was intense, and iwas always anxious to be near my husband. When tie went out to speak I went with him to look after hia comfort He was careless of himself; he would speak until drenched with perspiration, and I liked to be near at hand to see that he was provided with dry garments. In fact," sheaddd, "I went with him more as a nurse than any thine else. When he was tired I talked to people, sva his friends, and gave him tne chance to rest. Then, when he was a candidate for Coneress, he liked to have me with him to avoid many who were a tax upon his time and strength. He would never have men around him whom he was not willine to introduce to me, and thus I was able to be of service." It was most interesting to listen to Mrs. Lo gan assne taiKea ot tne state or pontics in tne arly days of the war and preceding, and grati fying to read in her words the proofs of her great and absorbine love for tier husband. Somethme said about this being a noble ambition, led her to say that she was ambition she would ad mit; that she knew ner husband s ability and his enthusiastic, honest nature. She wanted him to be at the head of whatever he undertook. Had he remained a lawyer she would have wished him to lead in his profession; and she felt certain he could do anything that he at tempted. What a mighty bulwark this woman's love was to this statesman whom the country has lost! She is so earnest, direct and sincere that it is fasclnatine to hear her talk, and one listens to her wondrous eloquence with a sad pain at the heart. She was not willing that her hero should be a worker only he should be a leader, and the service she rendered him was to keep hira at his best. m- . t It m m. jl l questioned ner rattier closely, l tear, because I wanted to understand her life thoroughly, in order to write of it clearly. She told me that from his mother General Logan inherited a tendency to melancholy; that he was extremely SI sensitive and easily depressed bv iniustice or want of loyalty on the part of thowa he believed to be his friends. She had ever to strensthen him il asainst this inherited tendency and to try to overcome the influence of his mother's nature npon his. "I never felt as he did about people,"" said she; "if they were stanch and true I appreciated it; if they were otherwise I remembered that human nature was weak, and people could not ail be strone," Mrs. Logan went on to say that she had been disciplined in her youth by her father's experiences, and was not affected by outward circumstances as much as was her husband. She had seen her father lose or cive away everything he had to unworthy people, and his family had suffered in consequence. It was easier for her to meet ingratitude and harsh criticism tharf it was for General Logan, and 6he had tried always to protect him against unnecessary pain from this source. I Jed the conversation up to the last sickness of the General, and heard from her some facts that will interest the public She told me that either she or her daughter had given to the invalid every particle of medicine he took frorn the time of his attack except in one or two instances where the old family nurse had given it Mrs. Tucker, the General's only daughter, who sat by, said, "es, anal was by when they were administered." Mrs. Loean said that she had all the prescriptions used, and that everything that mt'iiicai science could do was done for hira. "You fionbtless know," I said, "that much unfavorable comment has been made regarding Dr. Baxter's management of the case, and that the old friends of General Logan are much pained to hear it" Mrs. Logan's denial was complete and convincing. She said that, without Dr. Baxter's knowledge, she sent for Dr. O'Reilly, army physician, her husband's old friend, and asked him to see and tell her of her husband's condition. He did so, and approved Dr. Baxter's course. .WThen the General grew worse Dr. Hamilton was called in, and the two had three consultations a day. There was perfect accord betweeu them, as there was between Dr. Lincoln and themselves when he was called. She said the doctors warned her that there was great danger, but she could not feel that she was seriously ill, not even on the Friday when he had slight congestion and seemed indifferent to what was gointr on about him. He had suffered from rheumatism from the time of the siege of Fort Doneison, when he slept, in the midst of terrible weather, under a tree with his saddle as a pillow. From that time he complained of rheumatism, and after he was wounded the pain was never wholly out of his arm and shoulder. Rheumatism, she said, be inherited. His mother died of it, hia two living brothers are

sufferers from it, his sister is a cripple from the same disease, and his daughter has the same trouble. "Then." I said, "the proposed charge which I

hear that General Boynton is to make that General Logan was killed by his doctors is not true?"' Mrs. Logan's exclamation surprised me. She and her daughter both spoke at once, and both said: - "General Boynton did more to kill him, than anybody in the world." "Yes,"' continued Mrs. Logan, greatly affected, "General Boynton's cruel attack upon him was the last blow. He was ill then, and never left his room after that On the 16th of December he saw his last newspaper visitor, Mr. Stevens, of the Globe-Democrat, who called to tale with him about Boynton's statements." Mrs. Logan said when Mr. Stevens left she astisted her husband to the lounge, and urged him o rest He was greatly troubled and pained, and she begged him to forget it, and think no more of the matter. He said that he would try to banish it, and lay down to sleep. He never saw another correspondent, or spoke of the attack again. Mrs. Logan then spoke of the Payne investigation, and the action of the Senate committee in the case, and said her husband actod in it on the facts presence 1; he was in the position of a judge, and could do nothing more or less.. With tears in her eyes she said: "It was hard for Gen. Logan to bear criticism in this matter, where he did his duty so well. He loved tho Ohio people; thirty thousand Ohio men were in his command, and he was true to every interest intrusted to him by Ohio." From this subject we drifted into conversation about the General's book, "The Great Conspira cy," and I learned from her that its sale had been a disappointment to the General. She said that he had received from it during his life $4,500, and since his death $500 more had been paid to her. She said 17,000 copies had been sold. Mrs. Logan further said that she knew less about her husband's business with his publisher than any other interest he had, but that on her return from Chicago, where she will go next month, she would visit New York add see the publisher, Mr. Hart When I rose to leave Calumet Place Mrs. Logan's tired eyes and weary look reproached my, but she invited me to see the bust being made of the General by Miss Adelaide Johnson, of Chicago, and I went into the back parlor, 'where the work was in progress. It seemed a successful effort, though the artist was not ready to slmw her worK. In the room stood the superb anchor of white immortelles mounted on a large gilt frame, with a crimson heart of the same flowers in the center, which bore the card of Mrs. Leland Stanford.' It was to be framed, and the workmen were planning its removal for that purpose. As I stepped out on the broad piazza, Caosar, th6 great Newfoundland dog, rose slowly from his resting place and stood watchine me as I walked down the avenue. His appearance was pathetic, his eyes lookine the question he seems ever to be asking himself regarding the absent master. The crowd has ceased to congregate in the house of General Logan, and it will not be again a center of attraction to politicians; but while Mrs. Logan lives it will be a place where men and women will go to renew their greetings to one of the strongest and finest characters among American women. ( IIUMOIi OF THE DAY. Carry the news to Miss Kate Field A thousand miles away, That Tucker of Virginia Has smashed the Latter Day. Washington Critic. Iu the Awkward Squad. Tid-Bits. Instructor That's hardly the position ot a soldier. Do yon know anything about driHingl Recruit (confidently) Oh, yea, It's marked down to nine cents a yard, double width. What John Thought. New York Life. "John." said a wife in the middle of the night, jousing her sleepy husband, "1 declare, I forgot to put the mackerel to soak." "Urn Yum Ah I don'b'lieve you'd Um Yum-got much on it if you had," said Bleepy John. ' , What He Prayed For. Texas Sittings. , Mother "Did you pray in your Sunday-school to-day, Johnny?'' Johnny "Yes, mamma." Mother "That's a good boy, always pray in Sunday -school." Father "But what did you pray for?" Johnny "I prayed for it to let out" Wasn't Ilis Fault. Washington Critic. "Look here," said a man this mornine, going into his grocer's, "those eggs you sold me New Year's were bad." 1 "Well, that wasn't my fault" "Whose was it then?" "Blamed if I know. How should I tell what was inside of them? I'm a groceryman; I'm no mind-reader." . ' ' In the Sunny South. Tid-Bits. Spriggins How are things moving down in Georgia? - . Miegins We are trying to get up some sort of a celebration at Macon this month so as to fill the city with strangers. Spriggins Eh! that's a good idea; what form will it take? Miggins Well, we can't decide ret whether to try a summer carnival or an ice palace. The Too-Credulous Man. Washineton Critic. "What kind of a man is Mr. Brown?" inquired a K-street girl of an Ebbit House belle. "Oh," was the indifferent reply, "he'll do: but he has such queer notions ot right and wrong. "In what way? I always thought he was a man of excellent ideas in that regard. Please explain, won't you?" "Why, he wanted to kiss me the other evening, and I told him it was wrong for him to do so." . . "Well." said the other, inquiringly. "Well, he belived me." She Was YoHog. Columbus (0.) Dispatch. A young man recently returned;home to his faithful and wakeful spouse so near daybreak that you might call it early in the morning. "My dear, how late you are to-night! Wherein the world have you been?'' was the greeting he received from his benight-gowned wife, as he shuffled up stairs. , "Late? (hie). Thisbu't late. What makes you (tiicjsninic siatef "Why, the chickens are crowing, hear?"' "Shick'ns? Shpring (hie) shick's? (hie) know what chime 'tiss." Don't you Theydon't He Understood Later. Wall Street News. - "But. father," she protested, as the Old. man ceased speaking, "yon do not seem to understand the case.'' "Oh, but I do. You shall never marry William,even if he is my confidential clerk." "Father, you" "That is all, Helen say no more." Four days later she wrote him from Toronto, saying: "Will and I arrived here safely and were married at once. We have $60,000 of your money. Is all forgiven, or uhall we settle down here?" Ho telegraphed his forgiveness. Tes, He Loved Her. Boston Courier. "And do you love me as well as ever, John? the wife asked of her somewhat testy husband, after they had made up subsequent to what is usually termed "a little spat," "Why, of course I do, and better." VAre you sure, darling?" "Sure? Of course I em. Hang it, don't I tell you so?" "Yes; but you are not deceiving me?" "Certainly not What do you want to aggra ate a man for?" "I am not aeeravatins vou." " es you are, and I tell you plainly that Hove you madly, and if you ask me that question again I'm blessed if I don't go out and stay out altogether. I love you dearly, and now shut up or it will be worse for you. Asking me if I love you, when 1 do to distraction! Get out, you idiot! You are nothing but a darned fool, anyway." Wife subsides, highly delighted.

THE MAKING OF WIXES.

The Imported Adulteration from France Compared with the Pure Product of America. Col. J. A. Bridgland, who was for several years consul at Havre, France, possesses considerable information concerning wine and grape culture. "Every gentleman who remains any time in France," said the Colonel, "obtains some information regarding crape culture, and the manufacture of wines. Besides, as consul, it was directly in my line of duty to inform myself. In addition to that, in asocial and domestic way, wine enters largely into everyday life. You rarely see any one there sit down to dinner, or even to a breakfast, without one or more kinds of wine. It is even the case that people who are not in affluent circumstances will offer you two or three kinds of good winea at their dinner-table. I have been at dinners that would begin with a good glass of sherry, with Freneh oysters, which are, by the way, not at all to be compared with our own oysters; sauterne, with soup; claret, with joints; burgundy, with game; champagne, with dessert, and port as a finish. "Where are the best wines made?" was asked. "Chateau Lafitte is a very small estate, but the wines made there are very fine and are any. where from fifty to one hundred years old. The. soil is thoroughly impregnated with leaves and other substances dropping from the vines. Chateau Mareeaux is about the same thing, as is also Chateau Laauem. These three estates produce the best Bordeaux or high grade of claret made in the world. r - "About what are those wines worth in France?" "I do not suppose a bottle of any one of them of course, I mean genuine has. been sold for less than 30 francs, about $6, in thirty years. These brands are sold all over the United States, but they. are fraudulent, aa it is rare, indeed, that a bottle of any of them ever leaves France, as the nobility and wealthy men of that country drink about all of it It is a favor to get the genuine at any price. The growth of grapes in France depends, of, course, upon climate and soil. For example, the grapes grown in Champagne are nearly all made into the wine of that name, and leading brands, such as Pomraery Sec, Veuve Cliquot. and in fact most other high grades, are produced , trom tne grapes grown mere, mixea wuu wines that have Iobs merit; otherwise they could not supply the demand. There are not enough crapes grown there now to supply wines for French consumption, yet France is exporting more wines than ever before. She has all the tricks of the trade. There is no doubt about that The grapes grown in Cognac ate almost entirely worked into Cognac brandy, but there is not one-tenth of the brandy called Cognac tbat we import into this country that is genuine. -Much of the so-called Cognac is made from -Spanish wines, aided by American pure spirits in other words, alcohol. There ia not a week, I might say, not a day, that steamers plying between Fren.fc and Spauish ports do not return from Spanish -ports with full cargoes of common Spanish wines . to be manipulated by French manufacturers. I understand we are now shipping our California wines, condensed, to France in large quantities. These they will manipulate with their own wines iu their own manner, and much of it will.retura to us payine duty as perfectly pure French wine. But to prove the adulteration of wines in France, some time ago the chief of the Paris octroi reported officially the ehemlcal test of all wines going into Paris, and said that 90 per cent even of those for Parisian consumption Wefe not pure." "Have you paid any attention to our American wines?" 4Yes; tny attention was called to the wines of a St. Louis house, Missouri wines. I was sent a case on board ship as I was going to Havre. I sent some of it to General Noyes, then our mla ister at Paris, with the request that he would have the labels taken off the bottles and get the chief chemist of Paris to analyze it and make a report General Noyes complied with the request, and in about four weeks he forwarded me a . certificate from the chemist, stating that the wine wae perfectly pure grape juice,, without adulteration ofOitiy kind, had 13 per cent alcohol and was median! in quality. This certificate I considered import tan't, knowing, as I did, that wine is one of the' greatest sources of revenue in France, to thus officially indorse an American wine. I believe now that the best manufacturers of champagne and still wines in this country are making wines 4urer and better than a stranger can possibly buy in France at any reasonable price. Qur" American wines, of course, are new, because wine-making is a new enterprise with us. It in my opinion that more than one-half of north eastern Virginia, if grapes continue to be cultfi vated there as they now are, is capable of furi nishing us-any quantity of superior wines. As for southern Ohio and southern Indiana, it is bet yond question that in the years to come they will supply quantities of good wine. In California, the grape crop Is already almost ihe leading crop of the State." Remedies fur Rheumatism. New York Mail aud Express. As other high personages beside the Duchess, of Connaught, President Cleveland and SieuiK Joseph Howard- suffer with malarious rheumat tism, the following advanced opinions are civetf for the good of the public. Imagine an old army surceon speaking: "The first thing to be given in rheumatism is a powerful cathartic, it don't matter whether it. 4s a dose of blue pills and salts, or mandrake pills, or their homeopathic equivalents, to clean the system as soon as possible. Follow with some preparation of salycilic acid, and feed the patient on strong, hot chickea broth and a small wineglass of lemon juice and ealad oil mixed, three times a day. For local treatment get your patient iu a hot bath to the neck, just as hot as feels perfectly comfortable to begin, and-keep adding to the heat as it can be borne, for ten to twenty minutes; change into hot sheets and blankets, and a clean, hot bed. When I say hot I don't moan warm, bus just as hot as the skin will bear, keeping the head cool -and letting fresh air in the room. A hot-air bath may do good; a vapor bath isn't s4 good, for I've known patients to complain of chill in 4he steam bath, while the perspiration flowed. The hot water does the work. It is A specific for almost every modern popular ailment yet I don't know anything harder to get in nine houses out of ten in the city thai' plenty of hot water for a bath. If liniment is needed, there's an English preparation of petroleum spirit and ether that does wonders. And a homely remedy is oil of mustard heated and rubbed on the joint Penetrating? It tf through hide, flesh and marrow, and don't stoo fthort of human ratnre'e immortal nart Thd odor is volatile, and you want to go to the couni try at once to get rid of the smell. The modertt high-class lotions deal in the most terrible pun gent stenches of chemistry, and after a season of them you fine kerosene a handkerchief ex3 tract beside them. The lemon acid, however, eliminates the poison, and the oil keeps thi) lemon from eating the stomach out,' as it did with poor Edwin Davenport; the traereaisu, who died of eating too many lemons for sease." diaBoston Hones. Boston Herald. Everyone wears the decollete and sleeveless; corBage. for Boston, which held out 6toutly for long time against that shocking innovation, has at last snccnmheil- an d nftur hr nRual fashlOB, goes almost to the extreme. And this i3 t-S rankest of heresy, which ought not to be told ih Gath or breathed in Askelon. Boston girlB will never become famous for the loveliness of tneif tiAnlra ftnH avma Tli. lst-sn Y.rwIisiAa rAVeal a far too man v msa nn awful prominence of col lar bones and shoulder blades, upon which the lieht is ant to nlav n'hp.ominE'lv. and. as for arms well! those which are not as slender 3 pipe-stems, are red and rough as any milkma'us and sometimes large and shapeless enough tp pa almost a deformity. However, the decolle waist is certainly a great advantage in point oi coolness and comfort in dancine, and, asnoboay saomo a: i r v in the leaSC. K..u: i a u iuuw is, ueiuaps, au nuiitwa A Intellectual Test. Atlanta Constitution. - Hjalmer Hjorth Boyesen says that America independ- is political, not intellectual "1 fear thi ae. America will never D0rDiv and int mallv ftle pendent until the bam blest el, n can spell Boyesen's frestt name W his right hand tied behind him.