Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 May 1890 — Page 3

IN GOOD TIME.

Ofttimcs, in sunny morning hours. The chcericst season ever, We say: "This day must not pass by

Without some gnuid endeavor." And this wo mt an from honest hearts To make and not to shun It But when tlic evening curtain falls,

Alas! wo have not done It. 6 But wo, perhaps, take up inste&a

Some I.tilo grievance gladly. And ma.^nlfy it» pony form And gaze upon it sadly, When, maybe, this faint, tiny spark

Tliat we aro hourly fanning Is but apart of soma good work That God for us is planning.

"There is a wheel within a wheel," Albeit we little heed them. And some machines need sharpened blades

And needle points to feed them. And so it is, in this strange life. Through which we Journey blindly, But when the needful knife probe# deep

We do not take It kindly. The time will come, for those who bear Thair iUs as Ood'B annotated, When they shall read earth's mysteries

A time by liearen appointed. Then let us calmly watch and wait With trusting spirits ever, Still carrying out from day to day

Some good and grand endeavor. —Mrs. M. A. Kidder to New York Ledger.

MY TYPEWRITER

For the last few days I have been a much injured and much enduring man. Some persons, when crushed beneath a mnw of circumstantial evidence readily accepted by tho tribunal which in more senses than one is sitting upon them, take a pride in knowing that they are innocent, and, virtute sua involuti, await the future acquittal or free pardon, of which they feel certain, with tranquil minds, actually in some cases finding enjoyment in tho sensation of martyrdom. I am not one of them, for I have not felt at any time sure of my acquittal, and even now, when it should bo practically secured, it ie posaibio that I shall not leave the dock altogether without a stain on my character. Besides which, even innocence maybe a matter of regret to one who lias suffered for a crime, or, let us say, an act of indiscrotion, without having enjoyed tho pleasure of committing it.

It happened in this way. Some few months ago I had occasion to require in my business the services of a typewriter, and I made my wants known. As a consequence I waa visited by no fewer than forty-seven candidates in person, without counting the hundred and odd who applied by letter. Of tho forty-seven, thirty-six were of tho weaker sex and as these demanded a slightly lower wage than their mule competitors I decided— for that reason, and that only—to employ one of them. Now the thirty-six had all brought samples of their work, and aa all possessed the neodful qualifications, and one tyj)e writ ten letter is precisely like another, 1 did what every other man would have done under tho circumstances, and choso the best looking one. She was a very handsome girl, and a very charming one, too. I say it in spite of the trouble she brought me.

For a time she was a complete success. Apart from tho fact ttiat I had to dictate toiler continually, it was obviously undesirable that sho should sit with my male clerks. Some of them I know are frivolous, and as a married man I had a sense of responsibility so I allotted her a corner in my own room, and sho set up her machine there.

It was pleasing to have some one to talk to wlieu one was not busy, and Miss King, being of lively disposition, interested mo much with accounts of her experiences as a beautiful and meritorious young woman fighting tho battlo of life in London. Some of her ml ventures wero almost romantic enough to lmvo interested tho readers of The Family Herald—to which, indeed, I beliovo sho had contributed.

Others might liavo amused students of a more frivolous class of literature but, except to account for tho interest I still fool in her, they have nothing to do with tho present narrative. I ara not in the habit of "taking tho office home with mo" and worrying my life with "shop," so naturally I never mentioned my typewriter in tho domestic circle. That simple omisision has been thrown in my joeth hundreds of times during the1 past two days. I begin to fear it always will be.

My typewriter, as I lmvo said, worked admirably till within about a fortnight

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when sho became restless, melancholy :ttk] attracted in manner. For a time I took no notice ol ft but last Saturday, business being dull, I called her to mom I sat at my table, and placing her near the window looking over old Broad street far below, where* I could got tho light on her face and observe her expression, I began to interrogate her in a kindly way an employer elvrsys should interrogate his clerks if he thinks they aro in need of Ms help or advice While I was doiug so my 1 o'clock post camo in, I did not look at my let tors {or a moment, as I was saying to my typewriter: "Geriruue" (I make a rule of calling my younger clerks by their Christian aames, a»d, as a rulo in my office is a rode, I was resolved from the first to make no exception in her favor), "Gertrude," I said* "there is something on your mind yon are anxious and distress^.*' "It is nothing," she answered. "Nothing bo hangedr I said, in my friendly way. "Nothing does not make a girl pale and absent and silent for ten days at a time. I simply not believe you." "I cannot help it»M ••MY war Gertrude," I said (I am not sure that I ever called young Bob Smithor?, my junior clerk. "My dear Robert," but cmnnnstaness alter cases)* "I want you to try and let me help it* or help you. in any way I can.* "Von atv very kind," »l»e said, "Then tell me what is the matter." "Yea h-.vo not opened your letter* there is one marked •immediate.*

I knew she vcm only trying to put me off, as my clerks as a rhlft do not dictate to me to such matter*. However, as I could see the girl had team in her ey* spoke of and opened it, to giro her time to meanest feom her evident emotion. At giants*

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I saw, to my surprise, that the letter was a note from my wife, whom I had left at home in the Cromwell road at 9:30-that morning. It ran as follows:

Dsua CaAELEB—I want to take yoa to the shop In the city where I saw the sealskin I was teOiog you about. 1 hove decided I must bare it at once, as Mrs. Carruthers has Just got a new one*. I know the shop closes at 3 on Satnrday, bat If you leave your office with me when I call for yoo, a little before 1:30. we can do it. Tour affectionate wife, Euan Josxaox.

P. &—Have your check boot In your pocket. Now why, in the name of fortune, Mrs. Charles Johnson, who, as her letter shows, is a woman of decided purpose when it suits her, could not have made up her mind to have the sealskin before I left home that morning, and why she should have grudged sixpence for a telegram I do not know. I have spoken to her about it, aqd all she says is that in future she shall visit me without any warning at all.

I road her note, and at once grasped the fact that my wife might come in at any moment. The presence of a stranger, even of my wife, who is really, in her wafy, a very kind woman, would, of course, have been tmvreloome to my typewriter in her distress: so I said, without looking up: "I will not press you further today, Gertrude, but on Monday I shall expect to be treated with more confidence. I am expecting some one here on important private business, so you may go at once."

She made no answer, and I could hear her breath coming in short, quick pants. I turned to look at her.. She was standing with parted lips and widely staring eyes, her tear stained face tightly pressed against the dingy window pane. I took her by tho hand .then she turned, uttering a cry: "Charlie, Charlie, my darling 1"

At tho moment she did so—in fact, before the words left her lips—I was conscious of the door opening, and that my wifo waa there and must have heard her with aa much surprise as myself, and even moro horror. But before another word could be said there was a rush across the room, an ink pot, a pen or two, a sheaf of letters and a typewriter (tho machine) were lying overturned upon the floor, and a typewriter (the operator) had dashed into a small clo3et where she kept her hat and cloak, seized them, and, almost upsetting my wife in her flight, vanished down stairs, her little heels clattering in a wild tattoo on the stone flagged stairs. Then a scene took place which was only tho prelude to the ordeal I have spoken of. It was useless for me to argue and aver that I was innocent myself, and as unaware of any passion for me indulged in by my typewriter (a moro clerk, as I repeatedly said) as I was of any insanity in her family or in her individual constitution. Now I suppose the worst of my misery has been practically put an end to by the following letter not typewritten— which I have just received at tho office, and am taking home to show my wife:

DEAII Mn. JOHNSON—I hope you did not think mo quito crazy when I left you so abruptly on Saturday, especially after your vory kind conversation with me. The reason of my anxiety and sadness was that the man I have been engaged to for two years was com in® home from Australia, and hia ship waa much over due, owing to the ^ales. Ho never let me know he had arrived, but went straight to my home, and followed tne to the city to And your office, where I saw him from the window, which was tho causo of my hurried exit. I shall not havo to typewrite any more, and 1 dare say you have discharged me but you have been so very kind to me that I must come with him, that wo may both thank you personally, and also remove tho remains of the typawrlter I think I shattered lu my flight When I do come I shall bo Mrs. Charles Webster. Thanking you again and ajrain for your groat kindness and sympathy.

Yours vory truly, GEKTRTJDE KINO. Well, there is her letter it speaks for itself, and I must show it to my wife and convince her of my innocence. But I do wish it said a little less about my kindness in this censorious world natural humanity is liable to misconstruction.—True Flag.

Fntnro of Electric Railways. Capt. Griffin, in atvaddress before the Franklin institute, says that it is only a matter of time, and that of short timo, when electrical propulsion will replace tho horses on tho majority of our street railways. It is matter of timo, a somewhat longer timo, perhaps, when it will bo the propelling power on all our elevated roads, for tho elevated road possesses* ideal ccnditiosw for tho application ot electricity. It is withtfi the bounds of possibility that our steam ro&ds will lie run with electricity, and this power offers many advantages for tho suburban traffic in the vicinity o? the largo cities. The possible utilization of hitherto Deflected water powers will be ono of thh factors in determining the extension of electrical propulsion in this direction. Tho New York elevated roads are anxiously seeking a solution to the problem of how to enlarge their carrying capacity without rebuilding or materially altering their superstructures. Electricity offers tho best solution.—New York Commercial Advertiser.

Nest ttnllding Ft she#.

£he bitshki is a Russian fish which lives in tho Black sea. When th© hatching season approaches it seeks the shore and btriktaT there a nest forite young. Both father and mother unite in gathering seaweeds :m4 deposit them in small holes on the show. There the mother lays her and watches ever them, like a earefvtl hen, until they are hatched. —Youth's Companion.

A Poor Place for Wat* melons. Between the Ural and the Okhotsk seas there is a spot half as large as the state of Michigan which is frozen ground to the depth of ninety-four feet. That is. it has never thawed out since the world was created, and probably never will, and even if should nobody wild have »ay use for it —Detroit Free Press.

How lie Cadewlood It.

Mv three little hoys—Henry, Jeaa and Owriie-ag* 8,4 aad 31-3 yeaw, were talking of cremation. (They aro all in favor of cremation* bccaase their pareats are.) Henry aud Jean said they were going to be cremated. Charlie turned to me and said: ^*Mtema when are we going to be eatad wiHi cream?*— Babyhood.

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*tK' A THANKFUL PARSON.

A pions parson, good and true, Was crossing o'er the seas, When suddenly there fiercely blew

A wiid and sweeping breezeHe feared the storm the ship would wrecfc, His heart was •ore ofraid. l- Eeiwugbfc the captain on

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And found him undismayed. The captain saw his awful tear And ted him up to when The servant of the Lord coald hear

The Bailors roundly swear. "You clearly see," the captain said, "If danger hovered nigh. They'd afi be

be on their knee* Instead

And asking grace to die." Tho parson felt his words were true, And what flie skies grew f*fr He marveled how tbe safiors knew

Just when to pray or swear. Bnfe when the seas which wildly flowed Had ceased to phnqie aad spo&ti Unto himself be saM: "I showed

They know what tkey'r» ifcoot"

But later on another storm •si Came fiercer than before. rA The parson beard with wOd aiana ?4S

The ocean's angry rear. H» sought the deck in awful dread To near the sailors get. He listened—'then ho bowed his head— "Thank God, they're swearing ye*" —Chicago Herald.

MICKEY FINN'S TRAGEDY.

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Th® noiseless, automatic wind was soughing through the little strip of piney woods on Oooney Island near the upper left hand corner of Stumpy Field. All day lopg the rays of tho August sun had beaten down on the dry grasses and drooping wild flowers in the field. The air was tremulous with heat, and the wide expanse of landscape which oould be seen from the back stoop of the Kim shanty showed no sign of life. A lazy butterfly with gaudily painted wings floated hither and thither on the zephyrs whioh drifted out from Lindsley's wood.

A great bumble bee nestled in the shade of the leaves of the sweetbriar bush close by the shanty, from whioh it flitted a moment afterward as though scenting greater sweets within, and lighted on tho rubicund nose of Mrs. Finn. There was a pause like that before a storm. There was a swipe of the big red arm, a blow of the big fat fist on tho side of the glowing beak, but the bee ha_l skipped.

It waa no uncertain memory which the bee had left behind upon that proboscis. Little by little the nose swelled to enormous proportions, and by the timo that Mrs. Finn had reached the cracked mirror in her dingy bedroom tho swelling had spread to her cheeks, her eyes, her long double jointed ears, and to that huge cavern which she called her mouth "Ow, wowi Millia murtherl" she screamed, as*she caught a sight of her phiz in the glaes. At that moment the bumble bee came buzzing around her head again. Driven wild by the pain in her nose, Mrs. Finn shot out her fist at random and struck the looking glass square in the middle. There was a crash, a scream atid a gush of blood. She had cut the artery in her wrist. She fainted, and before sho came to she had blod to death.

Tho bumble bee buzzed on.

The wind Boughed- an extrav sough through Lindsley's wood, and the water in the pond seemed troubled and wept. Nature mourned. She little knew what a sad old time she was going to have or she would have got right up and howled.

Mr. Finn camo ambling in a zigzag fashion towards tho shanty. He had been liquidating at Mullen's groggery. He had a suspicious looking tin can in his hand, which he set down carefully near Mickey's pansy blossoms. Then ho smiled, not with ghoulish glee, but with a satisfaction born of the hope that the old Billy would meet his just deserts by and by. Tho old man turned his giddy footsteps jnto the shanty.

Again the wind soughed a mighty, mighty sough. These soughs don't cost a cent, and are only put in to fill up the time until Mr. Finn gets into his bedroom and throws off his jumper. He saw his spouse upon the floor, but he did not give her a second thought, concluding, natucaUy, that she had only one of her old time jags on. "Phere tho divil is that bye?" he cried, starting fpr tho door. H$ was gieeM by an avalanche of toes that had been sanimoned by the humbler. They made a fierce onslaught upon the old man, but the liquor in his brain gave him an artificial courage to fight the foe. He struck out wildly in every direction, but the bees had come to stay and sting.

And they did sting. In .on instant the old man's faco was puffed up out of all recognition, and his hands Voro as big as hams. He staggered back to the bedroom, and just as the wind in Lindsley's wood twisted an extra sough out of a large green bough he fell acrou the prostrate form of his wifo.

In a moment he had joined the adult angels. The couplo had been united in life, such as it had been, and the exordium of fats was complete—they were united in death.

And the bees hummed a requiem outside the cottage.

Hie jacet! ..

Over tho brow of a hill gamboled the oldBUiy. He had leng cherished a deep sea green hatred tot Mrs. O'Brien, and h© was going to havo it out. He saw her chopping wood near her shanty. Her back was toward him. His eyes glistened. He lowered his head until his long beard trziiled on fhe ground, and made a rush for the enemy.

When Mr.4* O'Brien came home that night be found his wife dead, with an ax handle sticking through her diaphragm- -v

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The schoolmaster was the next to cross the path of the infuriated goat. Now, alas! the old pedagogue is sitting oa a damp clood, a Greea^ grammar in lua hand, Mickey Finn's well thumbed ABC book in his hip pocket* aad a heavenly smile on his face. "Gone, but not forgotten (G. W, C.)

Little Mickey, the angel of the Finn

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SATTTRDAY EVENING MAILT

hearthstone, came gayly tripping along a shaded pathway in Lindsley's wood. At that moment there was a fearful sough in the green fingers of the big pine, and a premonition of approaching disaster entered his little heart as he made cowboy tracks for home.

Poor little Mickey! t* He sat on the side of his little trundle bed, looking at his puffed up parents, and a tear trickled down his sad little nose, like a drop of dew on a squash, as he realized that he was an orphan.

To his childish mind the desolation was complete, and he saw no reason for lingering longer on the blue, moldy sphere, jjsf-

Poor little Mickey! His eye caught, through his flowing tears, the garter on his mother's mam moth knee. "y "Ha! hat ha! Ho! hoT he shrieked with a maniac's lukewarm laughter, "fate has deorsed. I must honoe to join them.1*

To slip tho garter from his mamma's knee, hitoh it around a rusty nail over the door, and .put it around his little neck was the work of an instant. In another he was strangled, and through the open door came the echo of another sough. ...

Three minutes after the old Billy sneaked into the Finn yard. He espied the can whioh Mr. Finn had left near the parades. He lowered his head again and made a rash for it. It waa foil oi dynamite.

Kismet!

As the sun sank in the west like a ball ct red fire that evening Mickey Finn's tame crow lighted on the chimney of the ruined shanty. There were tears in his eyes and his sable breast heaved convulsively. He gazed over the scene of desolation, wiped his eyes on his wing and dived without a moment's hesitation down the mouth of the still smoking chimney. As ho disappeared from view he croaked in a hoarse, strained voice: "Nevermore!"

Tho wind continues to sough at the same old stand in Lindsley's wood. [Mr. Jarrold has evidently killed ofl all his characters except the sough of tho wind, which ho still hangs on to. Now that the Finn family are dead, Mr. Jarrold will turn his attention to his Irish reminiscences.—A. F.

Later—Since the above was put in type Mr. Jarrold has indignantly denied any share in tho authorship. He says that the Finn family are alive and well. —Ed.]—The Journalist.

IiCaringr a Noisy IiOgracy.

"I once rehearsed a super in Philadelphia who bored me noarly to death by tales of his ability to play the cornet. He was wildly desirous that I should listen to one of his fantasies, and I consented, making an appointment at my hotel for the following Sunday morning at 10 o'clock. He came promptly to my room at the stipulated time. I might mention that I was to leave town at 10:80 o'clock, and my baggage had been sent to the train. I told the cornetist to station himself at the end of the long corridor so that I could get the full effect of the music. "He asked me what he should play, and I suggested that he should touoh off 'Where Did You Get That Hat? He went to the end of the corridor, and he did touch it off with a vengoance. I jumped into the elevator and made for the office. The clerks were wildly excited. 1 suggested that a bell boy be dispatched to the floor to investigate. As the entire force disappeared upstairs I rushed for a cab, and as we drove off I could still hear that infernal cornetist grinding out 'Where Did You Get That Hat?" "—Buffalo Courier.

How College Men's Heads' Swell. With regard to "head product" Mr. Francis Galton draws tho following conclusions: "(1.) Although it ie pretty well ascertained that in the maesea of the population the brain ceases to grow after the age of 19, or even earlier, it is by no means so with university students. "(3.) That ineri who have obtained high honors have had, on the average, cSOWjJerably larger brains than others at the age of 19. "(3.) That they have, on the average, larger brains than others, but not to the game extent at the age of 25 in fact, their predominance is at that timo diminished to "about one-half of what it was. "(4) Consequently, high honor men are presumably, as a class, both moro precocious and more gifted throughout than others. We must therefore look upon eminent university success as largely due to a fortunate combination of these two helpful conditions."—The Academy.

Kot Grieved.

A clergyman, on entering a country store not long ago, opened the door just in time to hear a man remark very emphaticallv, "The devil—ah-er-oh, elder, I didn't 'know you was here," said the man. "No apology is needed," waa the reply, "he is no friend of mine.^—-Lewis* ton Journal,

Xo Longer a Gay.

Everybody has laughed at the man who called at a gas office with a tin pail to buy a quart of illuminator, but an English genius has succeeded ia corpr pressing it and putting it ap la vessels so that it can be carried from house to house and attached to a meter.—Detroit Free Press.

Pretty Far Gone-

Mrafc Soldier-How Is your captain coming on? I hear be is art welL Second Soldier—You are right. He is A sick MM- He tiled to throw a boot at me yesterday, and was so weak be couldn't do it.—Texae SSftings.

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Boole Agent—Yes well, does anyone Eve here? (ThedoordoeeaiwifliaAHn.) —West Shore.

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A Strange Case.

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