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VOL. 00.
The Tramp's flower.
4 Booh ! hoh ! And what you got
there V Can't you give me a flower ?'
Lunarie—U.at was the way her fath
er called the chubby little girl—looked
up out of the dark shadow of the vines,
where her face resembled a white star.
She wondered who it was that leaned
over the fence and spoke to her.
'lt is a big moon-face,' she said to
heiself, 'a lot of hair 'bout it. And,
uear me, I wouldn't wear such an or
ful old hat. And his cose don't look
very fresh and nice, one bit.'
Wbile Lurapie was painting the
stranger's portrait, he was looking up
at the sky, and holding out his hand
to the wind to find out the drift of the
latter, and make a weather-guess. lie
now turned and asked again :
'Say, Sis, won't you give me a po
sy ¥'
Lumpie picked a bright nasturtium
and gave it to him.
'That's a good one, and I'd rather
have it than a lump of gold, Sis.'
'My papa don't call mo Sis.'
'Don't he ? Well, what does he
say V
'Lumpie.'
'Lumpie ! lie beats all at namin'
folks ; don't he ?'
'You got a papa ?'
'Not that I know of. Why,Lumpie,
if he were livin', he'd be as old as that
tree back of you, and that would fetch
the tree up to seventy years, sure.'
•You got a mamma ¥' continued
Lumpie, as if taking the census.
'No the old woman's she's gone"—
'Old ooman ¥'
'My—my—mother.'
'She gone ?'
'Yes.'
•Gone yare ?'
•Where heaven is. Dou't you
know V
'I 'spect it's up, up 'bove dat spooce
tree, somevare.'
"That's where she is a singin' cher
ub there, these twenty years.'
'Vare's your home ¥'
'Home ?'
The toues were sad, pitifully sad.
'Where's your home ?'
'Here, vare papa and mamma are.'
'Where mother is, that's my home.
I wish it was. Well, Sis—Lumpie,
your flower may help me get there.'
'Moye on !' suddenly called out a
gruff voice. 'Don't block the side
walk ! Move on !'
In an instant, the moon face, the big
lot of hair, the old hat and seedy coat
which Lumpie had been looking st
all vanished, an then appeared a man
wearing a blue coat and silver badge,
who strutted along and wrapped on the
fence with his billy in an important
way. Lumpie now ran into the house
and was met by Aunt Salome,who was
keeping house for her brother since the
beginning of his wife's sickness.*
'Lumpie, whom were you talking
with ?'
•I dunno. He didn't have very nice
cose, and hasn't a home.'
'A tramp 1 Horrors !'
'Tamp ?'
'Yes. Sakes alike !'
'I give him a fower.'
'What kind ? Not one of those
beautiful dahlias ?'
'A nasturtium, all yaller. Only he
said 'twas gold.'
'I warrant ; for that's what he is
after.'
'He's a good man, 'cause he said
suskin about his old mumma's home in
Heaven.'
'Good ? I don't want any of his
goodness. Ce-phus!'
Aunt Salome had now rushed to a
back kitchen window, from which she
could 100k out upon the garden where
toiled Lumpie's father, Cephas Bixby.
His face no more resembled his sister's
thin, wiry, nervous visage than a shiu
gle.
'Ce-phus 1 Ce-phus I Why don't
you hear me ?*
'I hear you. What is it ?'
•Who do you suppose is round ?'
'Folks say I am,' and here Cephus
mischievously contemplated his plump,
round body.
•Now, don't plague me. Who do
you s'pose has been on the gardeu
fence ?'
• 'A fly. I guess.'
Cephas here referred to Auut Sa
lome's great summer horror.
'Salome, there has been one special
fly that I know for two days has b;en
watching your screens and trying to
get in. Get in ! If lam ever hungry,
may I not be a fly trying to get by your
screens.'
'You are too bad. Cephus. It was a
tramp ; and I'm goin' to complain of
him at the police-station.'
'Oh I let him go. I dare say the po
lice have seen him ; and in fact one
went by here only Ave minutes ago.'
'Well, I'm goin ; to make sure and
enter the complaint. I know he's
spotted the house, and to-night be'll
break in here. There's no tellin' what
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 29., 1880.
he may do to you. Sakes ! lie may
murder you.'
Cephas directed a funny look at the
toes of his boots, and lesumed his
work.
'Where are you going when you fin
ish here V'
'Well, 1 shan't go oft to bo a tramp
while you are lieie. You may be sure
of that. Bless me 1 You would have
mo in the stition house before night.'
'Now, Cephas, tell me where you are
goin' when you get through here.'
'I s'pose 1 must go down to Emer
son's block and inspect it. I did not
build it, though that is my business ;
but Emerson lias been suspicious of
the man's thoroughness who did put it
up, aud he wants me to step in and
look 'round.'
'Dou't venture where it is dangerous
will you, Cephas ? Get that tramp
and let him go in.'
'Not I. I won't ask a man to go
where I won't risk mystlf.
Aunt Salome muttered something
about risking 'a tramp's useless life,'
and then went into the house to put on
her ample sun-bonnet. She told Bob,
the colored servant boy, to put 'Jim'
into the coupe aud drive her down
street.
'I would like to get some desciiption
of the tramp,' Aunt Salome reasoned
to herself, 'and I've a great mind to let
Bob call him out of that saloon ahead.
Of course he's in there. That's where
such people go. Then I can describe
him to the police.
Bob alighted, and went toward the
saloon door.
'Well, Bob,' said Jerry Collins, tho
saloon-keeper,meeting him on the door
step, 'I see you have got Aunt Salome
here. Will she take a nip ?'
The saloon-keeper raised his voice in
this closing clause,and roguishly wink
ed at several thirsty customers. Aunt
Salome heard it, and iu disgust kept
her head out of sight.
'Ob 1 she warns to know if a tramp
has been here.'
'No. I saw, though, a trampish*
looking sort of a fellow opposite here,
and I thought be was going to make a
call ; but he swung a yellow flower in
his hand, looked at that, and then mov
ed 01L'
Was Lumpie's flower guiding the
homeless one homeward ?
'I won't give it up. lie ought to be
here,' said Aunt Salome, as they Dear
ed a gambling saloon, knowing very
well he ought not to be there.
'Tramp been here ?' replied the pro
prietor to the inquiring Bob. 'Well,
no ; yes. A big rough heathen came
to my door, twirling a yellow flower ;
but he turned away and I lost sight of
him.'
Was the flower still guiding ?
'What shall I do ?' exclaimed Aunt
Salome. 'I can't report his looks as 1
would like to the police,and yet I must
haye them jest watch our house.
Land 1 What is that noise ? Bob,
what is it V
'Awful, marm, wasn't it ? Ilebben
and arth gib way den ? Fearful noise !
See dose folks runnin' 1'
'What can it be P screamed Aunt
Salome. 'Do you know, mister ?'
The man she was hailing stopped in
the midst of a vigorous run, and bawl
sd out :
'They say it's Emerson's block that
has tumbled.'
The man had 110 second edition of
news to give her, but rushed on head
long.
'O Ce-phus, you there ?' shrieked
Aunt Salome. 'Drive on, Bob !'
And Bob drove till they came to the
ruins, one mass of fallen chimney,
walls, floors, roofs. There was a dense
black crowd around the spot. Several
of tho people, seeing Aunt Salome,
rushed to Hie carriage.
'lie is safe, marm. He's all right.'
'Ce-phus is V'
•Yes ; we have him in the 'pothe
cary-3tore ; but he had a narrow es
cape,' said a man. 'I saw the whole
of it. You see this building was not
put up right, and everybody thought it
crazy,and Emerson wanted your broth
er to examine the thing. People
thought they saw the end wall bulgin'
out and advised him not to g> ; but
down iuto the cellar he went. While
he was there the end tumbled,and then
we heard a big cry for help from the
cellar. You see it was Cephas caught
under a timber. But you must not
wonder if no man dared go down
there ; for people were callin' out:
'Tother end is bulgin' out I' At last
there came along a big, strong moose
sort of a feller, a rougli-lookiii' custo
mer that nobody knew, and lie jest
whisked down that cellar quickly ; and
in about as short a time as I am telling
this story, lie got to your brother and
then passed him out to us through a
cellar window. By the time we'd
crossed the street with Cephus '
'Then Ce-phus is hurt V interposed
Aunt Salome.
'No, he was kinder scratched, t)ut
really he won't need even a plaster.'
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
'And that, man ?'
•Well, as I was sayln', we had cross
ed the street with Cephus and all there
wis 'eft of the building tumbled I
'Twas awful !'
'And burled that man underneath ?'
4 That's where lie is,l'm sorry to say;
under that pile tho people are tryin' to
turn ovei ; for they think they can
fetch him out pretty quick, guessin' a
boufc where ho is.'
The next in vnent Aunt Salome was
out of the cart (age. In spite of a lot
of nerves, she had a lot of sense and
heart in her old, thin body, and she
went off at once to get things that she
knew would he helpful to the poor fel
low, if taken from the ruins aliye.
Soon there was a shout.
'They've got Inm !' bawled a specta
tor.
•Take him to the 'pothecary's 1' call
ed out Aunt Salome.
There they toDk him,and he was laid
beside Cephus. The latter was sore
and weak, but Aunt Salome's inform
ant was right in saying he would not
need even a plaster. His lifeless res
cuer, though, was so bruised and bat
tered, so mutilated and so coyered with
blood and dust, that he was not recog
nized. When his face had been washed
by Aunt Salome, then, even, 110 one
knew him.
'Who can it be ?' inquired the by
standers.
'I know,' 9aid Aunt Salome. She
had pulled out of the dead man's pock
et a crushed little yellow flower.
Auut Salome was not given to
dreams.
'Weak, vain, superstitious !' she
called them. However, that night, af
ter questioning Lumpie about tho tl >w
er, and learning much that the tramp
had said, a dream came to her. She
seemed to see a valley shrouded in
darkness, but beyoml it glowed the
walls of a Golden City. Ar.d treading
tho darkened way, she saw the tramp
bearing the yellow flower in his hand.
The flower shone with the brilliancy of
the city beyond ; and it was toward
that city his face was turned.—lnde
pendent.
A FIENDISH WOMAN.
Barbarious Treatment By a
Foster Mother.
A Little Boy Subjected to tho Most
Outrageous and Inhuman Cru
elties—The Husband Afraid
to Interfere.
DETROIT, Mich., July 22.—Colonel
T. C. Hudson is a well-knownl>ctroit
cr.' He is entry clerk in the Custom
House here, and lives with his wife in
good style at No. 140 Locust street.
A tremendous sensation was caused
yesterday by tho application of a
neighbor named Mrs. J. J. England
to the Prcbate Court to appoint C.
M. Stocking guardian of Clarence,the
5-ycar-old foster child of Colonel and
Mrs Hudson. Mr. Stocking is the
agent of the Humane Society, and the
proceedings were taken 011 the advice
of the society. Mrs.Hudson is charg
ed with the most inhuman treatment
of the child.
The story of her brutality is a nar
rative that would be incredible if not
proved by tho testimony of a former
domestic in the Hudson family and
other eye-witnesses, including Mr.
Hudson himself, who seemed utterly
unable to prevent it. He declared
yesterday that the"puro dcvilishness"
of his wife rendered it impossible for
him to interfere with her torture of
the lad.
One of her favorite modes of pun
ishment, the domestic says, was to
double him up,with his head between
his legs, tie him in that position,place
hira in the bath-tub and then turn the
water on him. If he kicked or squirm
ed she would take him out and beat
him until his back was black and blue.
Another method of. punishment was
to tie his hands behind his head and
place him in a dark cellar, where she
would keep him for hours at a time.
If the boy told Mr. Hudson when be
came home of what had occurred Mrs.
Hudson would give him a worse pun
ishment the next day. Tho boy was
on several different occasions made to
stand in the corner of the room with
bis face pushed up against the wall
for hours at a time. Mrs. Hudson
would sit where she could see him,and
evcrv once in a while would call out,
'Push harder; I can tell when you are
not pressing hard,' and the suffering
child push so hard that his
nose would be almost flattened out.
Another method of torture was to
make the boy bite bis own tongue,
and Mrs. Hudson would compel him
' to do this until his tongue would swell
up double its natural size. On one oc
casion the little fellow was asleep in
bed, and Mrs. Hudson went to his
room and told liini that she was the
devil and had come to kill him. 'All
right,' replied the boy.
Often she made him stand up in
front of her for hours at a time when
she was at work. On cno occasion,
after ho had stood there for two or
three hours, she said, 'You hate me.
Don't you ?'
'No, mamma,' replied the boy.
'That's a lie,' screamed the woman,
'andl will whip you for it,' and then
she gave him a terrible beating with
a piece of barrel stave that she kept
for that purpose. Tho boy made no
outcry. In fact, he never whimpered
or cried when she was inflicting the
severest kind of punishment upon
him. At another time Mrs. Hudson
put the boy's plate on the floor and
made him get down on his hands and
knees and eat from it like a dog. lie
said, 'Mamma, can't I take somo of it
in my lingers ?'
'No,' she replied. 'Eat it down ;
you're no better than a dog; you little
wretch.'
Mr. Hudson said his wife was in
the habit of putting oil on the child's
bruises so as to prevent them from be
coming too conspicuous. Hudson
says that since the child has been
with them he has bought not less
than fifty bottles of oil for this pur
pose.
Colonel Hudson is now and has
been for many years employed in the
Custom House as an entry clerk. Al
though past middle age, ho is still a
handsome man, with silky moustache
and dark hair hanging in glossy curls,
lie likes a good cigar and a good
story, but as a rule his face wears n
sad, careworn look. Mrs. Hudson is
now in Chicago visiting relatives and
the child is with her. Mr. Stocking,
as soon as appointed guardian, will
go after the boy Hudson appears to
be frightened of his liie at the woman,
aud is much relieved that the authori
ties have finally taken action. The
affair is the town talk.
Innocent Chidhood.
'Taiu't so,' triumphantly exclaimed
Bobbie from his perch on top of a chair
gazing down on Algernon's head.
'What is not true,' doubtfully asked
his sister Maud.
'Why, jou said Algy was so greenr
that grass was growing from tho top
of his head, and (determiuedly) there
ain't any here.'
llow Maud explained the situation is
unknown.— Detroit Free Press.
Settled It.
Grandpa was telliug about some one
who was very heavy for his siz?, and
he said : 'He is the biggest man I ev
er saw for his size.'
At this all smiled, so he tried it a
gain.
'I mean he is the heaviest, person for
his weight I ever knew.' Tnen, after
a pause, 'What are you all laughing
at ?' and grandpa walked off in indig
nation.
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A Brigadier General of the late war
is pursuing the humble though honor
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TWO WOMEN AND A HOUSE.
It is now nearly three weeks since
we took a horse to keep. The family
to whom lie belonged were going to
spend the summer in Europe. We
knew the Fletchers slightly. They call,
ed on us to see if wo would entertain
Jacob, their faithful steed. They said
they knew if we had him they should
rest easy; and they knew that our horse
was lame now, and perhaps we might
like to use Jacob for his keep. After
wards we found out that though the
Fletchers might rest easy, wo could
not. We thought well of this proposi
tion. We decided we would have Ken
tucky's shoes taken off and put her iu
our pasture back of the barn.
When these people drove over from
the town where they live, they did not
drive their own horse, but came with a
neighbor. It happened that we bad
never seen the horse that we were to
take until lie came on the day his fam
ily left forNtwYork to take the steam
er. A man in a very narrow open bug
gy drove into our yard. Hitched to his
wagon behind him was an iron-gray
horse so tall that it made one gasp to
look at him. It was not that lie was
so very heavy, but that his legs and
neck were so long. Now we know
enough to be aware that it is not a good
sign to "see too much daylight under a
horse. 4 ' One could see half the firma
ment under Jacob.
The old man grinned as he said he
guessed this was the old Barton place.
We said it was.
'Well,' he responded, jumping down
from his seat and beginning to untie
the halter which was fastened to the
rear of his buggy. 'Wall, I've brought
ye this 'ere railroad bridge, ye see.'
My sister and I both stood with our
beads thrown back, gazing. I immedi
ately suggested that it might be well to
lead the horse home again. I didn't
believe we could take care of him, and
my sister added that we had had no ex
perience in the wants of a dromedary,
or even of a giraffe. . The man grinned
still more.
'Can't take him back,' lie said ; 'his
folks have gone. Hadn't ye ever seen
tliis critter before ?'
'Neyer.'
Then he laughed,and laughed so long
that we began to be angry. Jacob,
meanwhile, had begun to graze. I saw
he had kind eyes; there was no vicious
appearance about him. My sister re
marked that if she had money enough
to travel in Europe she thought she
should afford to sell Jacob, where upon
the man went off into another laugh*
and 1 asked sternly how many tricks he
had. As soon as possible 1 was told
that lie hadn't any tricks; he was a per
fect horse, so far as he knew. The
Fletchers set such store by him they
wouldn't sell him at no price, and they
thought we women folks would appre
ciate him.
Having said this with great solemni
ty and emphasis, he put the end of the
halter into my hand, placed his foot on
the hub of the wheel, and sprang over
into his buggy. As be drove away we
saw him swaying with laughter, and he
kept looking behind at the group he had
left.
It was a good while before either of
us spoke. Our Gordon setter now walk
ed up from somewhere, glanced at us,
and walked away again, as if washing
his hands of this affair.
'I guess we'll put him into the bam,'
I said cheerfully after a while. 4 You
go in and turn Kentucky out.'
Gertrude did s she was told. In a
moment I saw our horse walk out of
the west door into the pasture. She
had a loose box, and it was into this
that I now led Jacob. The box was
not the largest kind, but it was roomy
enough for Kentucky to turn round in,
and she was a good-sized animal. It
never occurred to us that this apart
ment was not large enough for any
horse, or if it was not, that any horse
of sense would try to turn round in it.
We closed the door and stood a mo
ment, asking each other what we were
going to do. We said we hated the
Fletchers. We said we hoped they
would drown; but we withdrew that
wish for two reasons ; first, because if
they drowned we should have to keep
Jacob forever ; secondly, because the
wish was wicked.
As we walked toward the house we
heard a great noise of hoofs, and then
an ominous stil'uess, in which we fan
cied was a kind of choking sound. We
ran back and flung open the box door.
There was Jacob describing a curve a
cross the room, his hind-quarters being
one fend and his head the other, both
extremities being pressed so hard a
gainst either partition that he was cury
ed nearly into a half circle, and appear
ed to be smothering, so twisted was his
neck.
t ltun for a man !' I cried out, looking
wildly rouud for something, I knew
not what.
My sister started, while I recklessly
caught up a whip and weut at the
horse, flourishing it across his back,
lie made a tremendous movement and
curved up still more ; so much so that
lie released himself and stood head to
ward me.
NO. 29-
JACOB.
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I ran after Gertrude and told her to
come back.that we did not want a man;
the horse had turned round. She did
not hear at first, and I screamed still
louder that we did not want any man.
Now she heard, and turned, walking
with great slowness and dignity toward
me. Something in her aspect made me
look about, and I saw a gentleman
witliin a few feet of me. lie did not
attempt to disguise his merriment. He
said it did not appear to be a good time
for him to call, and he would go on.
He was not urged to stay, but he was
invited to call some other time and see
the horse that we had taken to keep.
As soon as possible we hurried into
the barn and found Jacob witii his head
in the meal barrel. We pulled him out
and decided that he could not be loose
iu his box, so we tied him to the man
ger just as if he had been in a stall. He
was all right now. It being sunset, we
placed hay and oats before nim and left
him.
The night passed quietly. When I
went to the barn in the morning I saw
plainly that I had not fed the horse
enough. He had eaten everything I
had given him. all the bedding, and a
bout one-half of the manger, which
was made of thick pine plank. Also a
sha'low hole was gnawed out in the par
tition. I hastened to give him his
breakfast, and I gave him in my anxie
ty three times as much as the usual
quantity. 1 told my sister what 1 had
discovered, and she informed me that
we should have to have our stable and
eating-box lined throughout with zinc,
for it was not because Jacob was hun
gry, it was because he was a "cribber"
tiiat he bad done this thing.
She p-oved to be right. In less than
a week we had the zinc put on, and on
ly barely in time then to saye the walls
and foundation. I watched the horse
once; I saw him take hold of the wood
and pull and grunt. He was lost and
bewildered when he could not do that.
I think it was for lack of this occupa
tion that he got into trouble the very
first night after his dwelling was repair
ed. We were awakened about midnight
by a noise which at first we could not
place; but of course as we had had no
real freedom since Jacob had come, we
immediately thought he was the cause
ot it. We dressed hurriedly .lighted the
lantern and went out iuto the summer
night, which was full of sweet odors
and the bum of insects. A whippcor
will was singiug on the grindstone un
der the cherry tree as we opened the
back door.
When we reached the s£all our hearts
sank. There was the horse sprawled
out, with yards and yards of hind legs
on the fioor behind him. He was not
struggling now, he was lying perfectly
still, his head on its side. Although
we had never seen a horse like this be
fore, we were sure that he was in a fit.
I ran to our nearest neighbor. I ruth
lessly pounded and called until he came
to the window, when I informed him
that the gray horse was in a fit, and
would he come right up Tf He said he
would, and I ran back, being perfectly
breathless and helpless when I reached
home.
Gertrude was silting on a stool be
hind the horse, looking at him. He lay
just the same.
'He is coming,' I said,ana sank down
on the meal chest
•I wouldn't run myself to death,' she
said. 'I don't know that it is required
of us that we give our lives for this
horse, though his family are in Europe.
1 wish they were here with us, gazing
at their pet.'
The man came. He said the horse
was not in a fit He was well enough ;
he was only cast.
'Only cast!' cried my sister. 'What
more would you have? How long does
a horse stay cast V'
'What you want is a good plank,'
said our neighbor.
We found a good plank. He laid one
end of it over Jacob's hind legs, and
there was ample opportunity so to do ;
then he directed Gertrude and me to
get on tbe plank and stand firmly,while
be went in the stall. We did not see
what he did, we were too much occupi
ed with what we were doing, for we o
beyed liim.
Immediately there was a movement,a
lurch, an upheaval. Tbe legs were
drawn up, and we flew off across the
barn. Gertrude's nose began to bleed,
but I onlv sustained general bruises,
which I counted as nothing. Tne horse
was standing.
'I guess he's all right now," says our
friend. TH hitch him up so high he
cau't get his head down ; if he can't do
that he can't lie down.' X guess he tried
to roll. Better put him in a narrerer
stall. Too much room. Horses don't
try to roll in narrer stalls.'
When daylight came we harnessed
our own horse and went for a carpenter
to mak6 a narrer stall. But we never
used it after it was made amre than
half a dozen times. We turned Jacob
out to pasture and drove Kentucky*
lame though she was. The reason why
we did this was because to harness Ja
cob was more than we were able to do
often.
At our first attempt he got away from
us six times as we tried to put his
bridle on. The instant we slipped off
his headstall he flung up his head even
higher than usual, mountain high it
seemed to us, and went out of doors if
he could, or back into his stall. One of
us led him out, the other stood on a
chair with the bridle in complete readi
ness to put on his head. No, bis teeth
were shut hard, and his head was, so
far as we were concerned,miles off. On
ly those who have tried it on a hot sum
mer day kDOw how exasperated and
how helpless we were. But we did suc
ceed. Then we went into the house
and rested. When we came out the
sight of that beast attached to a low
phaeton made us feel that our labor
was thrown away. lie looked higher
than ever; he was monstrous. He
would have looked tall in aT-cart or
an omnibus. When we sat down and I
took the reins, they came to me from
such a height, and descended so far be
fore they reached the little board,
that I was ashamed.
I think we had sufficient reason for
putting Jacob to pasture. He tumbles
down walls and fences, but we are in
comparative peace. When Mrs.Fletch
er reached Liverpool she wrote that she
hoped we were enjoying that dear
horse, and she knew we should be kind
to him. She felt perfectly easy about
him, — N. Y. Tiibune.