The Columbian. (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, February 28, 1879, Image 1

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Columbia County Official Diroctory.
I'rnsldcnt Judge William dwell.
AMlato.lulcs-l. K Krlcki.aum.P.UHhuman.
Court stenographer H. N. Walker.
S'Nt it Morder-Wllllamson II. Jacoby.
district Altorney-Hnbcrt H. Little.
nerlff -John W. Hoffman,
survn or inw!l Noyharil.
Treasurer 11. A. Hweppcnhelser.
cYmmtsslonors-stcplicn Pohe, Charles Ittchart,
A-..!'?ir!rfA.riert-J. n. caser.
Aniiitorn-B. II. Hmlth, W. Manning, C. 11. Seo-
"jury'comralsiloncrs-mi llobbtns, Thoodoro W.
"'"ifiu'tv superlnlendont William 11. Snyder.
limnM-l) rnctors R. H. Knt. BCOtt.
Wm. Kramer, Woorasburg and Thomas llecce,
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Bloomsburg Official Directory.
President of Town Council O. A. Herring.
Clork-Pnul K. Wirt,
chief of Police .las. C. Sterner.
President of (las Company S. Knorr.
UnnmtnrV 1 V. Mlllrr.
Mumnsuurir Hanking company John .Punston,
President, 11. 11. urun, vusuiui, uuuu . c-
Vlrs'. Na'lonal rtank Charles It. Paxlon, President
J. P. Tustln, cashier. .
Columbia County Mutual Saving Fund and Loan
Vssocl.itlon-K. II. Lltilo, President, O. W. Sillier,
' woorasburg lluttdlng and Saving Fund Association
Wm. PeaCOCK, ITCSluent,.!. 11. iiuuiauu, pracmrj-,
llloomsburg Mutual Saving Pund Association J,
I urower, President, P. B. Wirt, Secretary.
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Minister liev. s-tuart MMIhcll.
Sunday Services iox a. m. and ojf p. m.
sunuaj' rcnoui 11. in. ... , . , . ...
Pravcr .Meoi Ing-Every Wednesday evening at ta
Beats'frce. No pews rented. Strangers welcome,
Presiding Elder-ltov. W. Evans.
Minister ltcv. M. I.. Smyscr.
Sunday Services WX and otf p. m.
mule class-Everv Monday evening at IX 0 clock.
Voung Men's Praer Mcotlng-Every Tuesday
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Sunday Senlces 10x a. ra. and 1 p. m.
Sunday school fl a. ra.
Praj er Meeting Saturday, T p. m.
All aro Invited There Is always room.
ST. facl's cncBcn.
Iiector-ltcv I Zahner.
Sunday Services-lux a. m., Ttf p. m.
First Sunday In tho month, Holy Communion,
snrttces nrenaratory to Communion on Friday
evening beforo tho st Sunday In each mora,
Pews rented! but everjbodv welcome.
Presiding Elder-ltev. A. I., lleeser.
s uniay Senlcc-5 p. m.. In tho'lron StreetChurch.
1'rau'f Meetlng-rivery Sabbath at J p. m.
AllarolnMtea. ah are weiuumu.
Meets In "tho llltle llrlck Church on the hill,"
known a, tho Welsh llaptlst Church-on Hock street
Cai!egular meeting for worship, every Lord's day af
,CS.??,?eoa0ndthopubllcaro cordially Invited to
QCIIOOIi ORDKRS, Mank, iust printed and
nnii.. i,r,imrt tn smiili books, on hand and
or sale at tho Columbian Offlcc.
.1 AVU' T.ERI1S. im Parchment anil I.inen
Inereise of Femlem ctUl&ei, Colleetloai mie.
umce, second doorfrom 1st National Bank.
Jan. 11, 1873
lucrcaso of Pensions Obtained, Collections
Office In Ent's licacma.
A T TO li N E Y B-A T-L A W,
Columbian UciijiiKd, Bloomsburg, ra.
Members of tho United States Law Association.
Collections mado In any part of America or Europe
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Offlco on Main Street, first door below Courtnouse
Office In Bat's Building.
Bloomsburg, Pa.
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Bloomsburg, ra.
T? H. & R. R. LITTLE,
Bloomsburg, ra.
Offlco In Brower's building, second door, room No,
1. Bloomsburg, Fa.
Offlco In A. J. Evan's Nbv Bciuiuio,
DLooMsiinno. PA.
Member of Commercial Law and Bank Collection As
sociation, ucr, 14, 'IT-II
Office In Cnanost's "Scilbiko, on Main street second
aoor auovs lenire.
Can bo consulted In German.
Jan. 10, 'U-tt
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Select Story.
O. BARKLEY, Attorney-at-Law. Office
lu Brower's buuaing, vna siory, iwmi,..
B. RORISON, Attorney-at-Law.
In llartinan's building, Malnstrcet,
AX1UEL KNORR. Attorneyat-Law.Offico
In Hartman'S uuuaing, juaiu birau
R. WM. M. REBER, Surgeon and Physi
cian. Office Market street. Above Mb East
EESI'ECTFULLY announces to tho pjblic
that ho has reopened
(old stand) Bloomsburg, Pa., at the Porks of tho Es-
n py ana uunt bireei roaas, wuero au aescnpimns 01
unite 1 fnfl,.PP w,n tnnHn ,n thfi mntt substantial and
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workmanlike manner, ana Boia ai prices 10 huil me
lmes. The hlghestprlcelncashwlUatalltlmesbo
ad for
of cverv descrlntlon In the country. Tho nunllcpat-
ronage Is respectfully solicited.
uioomsourg, ucu 1, isib.
It. EVANS. M. D.. Surceon and Physi
cian, (Offlco and Kesldenco on Third street,
11. McKRT.VY. M. D.. Sure-eon and Phy-
blclan, north side Main street, below Market.
Office, North Market street,
Bloomsburg, Pa.
R. I. L. RABB,
Main Street, opposite Episcopal Church, Blooms-
uurg, ru.
rr Teeth eitractcd without pain,
nug u, Tl-ly.
vy- II O W E L L,
Office In nartman's Block, Bocond floor, ci
Main and Market Streets,
May 26-ly.
u Ninth Street Plttsbnrir. Dec 10. 1874.
Mtfaaare mi,l?III? HtrkVJt nt
uentiemen : your painis nave given euiire iw.
lsractlon. I have u&ea tnem on a gooa many uuier
ent kinds of work. Buch as Iron, Tin. Wood, Brick,
jpf . nnii nKprnpnM iLnv comD amis, on uio wu-
trarv. tho work stands well and for wear, will In my
nnininn BMnri with nnv lead in tho market, nnen
In want of reference in this city or vicinity you are
at liberty to use my name with pleasure, also to use
1 una as you.uunK neaw
Fainter and Dealer In Paints, Oils, AC
sowing Machines and Machinery of all kinds re-
datrcd. orkBA Hocsx Building, Bloomsourg, ra.
AVID LOWENBERO, Merchant Tailor
Main St., nbovo ccnirai iioiei.
S. KUIIN. dealer In Meat, Tallow, etc.,
. Centre street, between second and Third.
ROSENSTOCK, Photographer,
, Clark & Wolf's store. Main street.
at lowest market rate.
A TiniTSlITS FREUND. Practical homeo-
JXpathlc Ilorso and Cow Doctor, Bloomsburg, Pa.
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JtoomNo. 1!, OrEKA Uoosb Bcilpinu, Bloomsburg.
Tho assets of tnesa old corporations are all In
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Hearth and Home.
It wits over. But nil that lay folded down
and covered up in tho heart of Mrs. Fleet
wood, none knew or could know but herself
'You n'ro a happy mother,' one had said to
her at the close of tho ceremony, when the
sweet young face of tho bride was unveiled.
'Happy in so good and lovely n daughter,
and happy in her union with ono so worthy
to possess her hand." How nlmost strange
ly the words had sounded in her ears. Hap
py I
It was over. Tho windows had been
thrown open, tho lights turned out and the
refreshments served, Then came a hurried
chango of attire: orango blossoms, and filmy
veil, and spotless robes were laid aside for
tho plain traveling dress. How swiftly It
all passed 1 Swiftly as tho changes in a
troubled dream. One strong clnp to the
maternal bosom j one clinging embrace of
tho daughter's arm; a moment's resting of
the bride's cheek on the breast where it
might never lie as of old again, and then
'It's the way with them all,' said one of
tho guests, speaking with light indifference,
as he remarked on the mother's pale face
and wet eyes, out of which she had striven,
oh, so hard, to keep tho grief and the tears.
'It's the way with them all. Crying is a
part of the programme.'
'I couldn't havo worn a face like that if
the bride had been my daughter,' said an'
other of the guests.' Men like George Cleve
land are not picked up every day. But we
mothers are selfish, and it's a great trial to
have Bomebody else come in between us and
ourchildren, whom we have loved and cared
for from babyhood and who aro bono of
our bone and flesh of our flesh and to bo
set aside as having no longer any property
in them, or right to claim tho smallest ser
vice. To bo second where we have always
been first. To have the love, which had.
once been all our own, divided, and the lar
ger share given to another. Ah me I It's
sad enough when you come to look it right
in the face. But,then,its the old life leson.
The one our mothers and our grandmothers
learned in the the years gone by, and the
one we shall have to learn when our time
'Ho is a handsome young fellow,' remark
ed a third, speaking to his companion ns he
walked away, 'But I can't say that I like,
altogether, the expression of his mouth. It'1
a little too closely set, and has nothing of
that womanly softness which is the sign of a
kindly nature, and which you so often see
in men of nobleness and great strength of
character. Everybody speaks well of him,
as a young man of good principles, and ns
one who is bound to make his way in the
world. But if I read bis faco aright, he
lacks a generous and tender spirit. He will
love his own, but he will be apt to lovo it
very selfishly. Poor Mrs. Fleetwood I Her
face, as I saw it after sho had kissed Marie
for the last time, and her child had turned
away from her to go with her husband,
haunts me as faces I have sometimes seen in
Yes, it wai over. Tho day and the hour
to which Sirs. Fleetwood had looked for
ward for so many months with a failing heart
bad come, had wrought its change in the
whole order of her own and her daughter's
life. It had been happiness to give the beat
that was in her love,care, devotion cverj
thing for the sake of her beloved child. And
n all the beautiful tin fold in of this pre
cious human flower, its exquisito grace and
perfection of its lovo had been all for her.
But now, when beauty, grace and sweetness
had gained their full perfection, another
hand had plucked her flower and carried it
roor mother 1 sue couiun t neip uerseu.
And she had tried and was still trying so
hard to get comfort out of the thought that
Marie was going to be very happy ; happy,
as she had been in the days of her own ear
ly wedded life, the joy of which still lived
in her heart as one of its most precious
Our hands are not skilled enough to fold
back the drapery and uucover her heart ; we
can only let you see it beating against the
close investuro under which she is trying,
but in vain, to conceal its throbbing pulse.
Dearest Mother," so the brief epistle
read. It was two days after Marie had gone
away, "Dearest mother 1 I Bnatch a mo
ment to write you. I'm well and happy, so
happy 1 George is hurrying me to go out
ith him, and I can only give you a line or
two. Good-bye i and a thousand kisses from
your loving daughter.
Trembling hands and tear-filled eyes made
the letter hard to read, Was the mother
happier after its receipt? Did it comfort
her ? Was anything supplied to tho aching
void in her heart f Wo fear not. There
was no sweetness of honey in the hastily
scrawled letter ; and the bitterness of aloes
as well. "George is hurrying me to go out
with him, and I can only give you a line or
two." Ah, moro was hidden In that brief
sentence than Marie had thought, or she
would never have let it drift from her
pen, to be forgotteu by herself almost as
Boon as written. It came to the mother as
the first sad confirmation of her fears. The
young husband meant that his possession
should be complete. That brief wedding
ceremony had severed the old bond, and
made obsolete the old relations. Tho diugh
tor must now be lost iu the wife. So Bhe
read the sentence, and It lay upou her heart
like a great stone,
Two weeks, and the wedding joumey was
over, lne unci letters wnicb nan come
from Marie were full of loving words hastily
written ; but In each expression of end' ar
meut the mother s eyes saw something which
gave a dash of bitterness to the cup she was
holding to her lips ; something which told
her that the new way Into which Marie's
feet had turned was already losing its par
allel with her. (
She might have known how it would be,
Aud, In truth, did know, fir Mrs. Fleetwood
was neither weak nor blind. But mother
love was the intenso passion which had rul
ed her life, and absorbed all her Interest
That sometimes In the future a stronger
than filial loye would take possession of her
daughter's heart, and that sometimes in the
uturc Mario would turn from her and give
tho best that was In her to an
other, were possibilities dlmty feen
and invested with a dreamy kind of ro
mance. For her beautiful child, fancy,
when it turned that way, had pictured an
Ideal man as true and noblo as sbe was puro
and lovely ; a man, who, grateful for the
gift of so precious a thing, would cherish for
her the teuderest regard and glvo her tho
added blessing of a comldcrato and devoted
son. There has been times when another
picture, truer to our weak and selfidi hu
man nature, had suddenly spread Itself be
fore her eyes ; nnd the sight of it had made
her heartsick, and cast a shadow around her
from which she could never wholly emerge.
That George Cleveland was not her Ideal
man, it did not tako Mrs. Fleetwood long to
discover. If she had entertained any serious
doubts on the lubjei t beforo she gave her
reluctant consent to the mntringe, no long
time passed after an engagement ring had
been placed on Mary's finger, before they
were dispelled. Another might not have
seen any change iu the young man's bear
ing toward her ; but to her more subtle and
jealous observation, the signs of indifference
too surely became visible. The little courte
sies and attentions which the young man
had been so quick to olfer, began to havo
less warmth and freedom in them ; nnd
wero sometimes omitted altogether. He was
not so ready to defer to her tastes and opln
ions ; and did not listen when sho talked
with the old apparent interest. So it went
on, month after month, each day giving its
new revelation of the truth, and making it
plainer and plainer to Mrs. Fleetwood that,
while loving tho daughter, he was indifier
cut to the mother, and that there ncv
er would exist between them any truo rela
tlon of confidence or aflectlon.
But Marie had come back to the old
homo again ? Not so I the old home was
largo enough ; had many unfilled chambers;
but the young husband wanted bis beloved
all to himself. So he made for her a home
in which they might dwell together, and be
happy in themselves.
To share any of his bleings with another
and so increase his capacity for still higher
enjoyment, was something out of the range
of Cleveland's philosophy. What he had
made his own, so to speak, was his own, to
hold and to enjoy for himself alone. Marie
was now hi wife, and in becoming his wife,
her old duties and relations as a daughter
had come to an end. In marrying tho
daughter there had been no inteution on
his part to assume any obligations in re
gard to the mother. The question did not
even come up in his mind for delate. In
deed, it was not his habit to discuss qucs
tions involving duty. Others must take
caro of themselves as he was taking care of
himself. He had gained for his wife one of
the purest, truest and sweetest of women,
and he was happy in the possession of so
rich a blessing. But ho had never thought
of putting himself in the mother's place and
trying to imagine what would be her
sense of loss, what her loneliness and deso
lation of spirit, when the light of her life
should be taken away from her.
Alone, fith her desolate and aching heart,
Mrs. Fleetwood began the difficult task of
adjusting herself to these new conditions.
Were tho reverfe forces still in her poscsv
ion strong enough for the work ? Could a
fe which had flowed on in a sweet rhythm
for twenty years, bo suddenly arrested
in its courso and turned into a new and
strange channel, ever move on egain with
the old freedom and delight ? Not so I the
mother hid her heart as best she could, and
ried to rally herself and put on the seni
blanceofa resigned and contented spirit
And Mane was so happy iu her new home,
and in the love of her husband, that she did
not see what others saw in tho face of her
idowed and now almost childless uiother.a
fading and a failing that mado themselves
more and more visible as tho weeks and
months went on, Ah, had not the mother
been wounded in her love iu her very life!
Out of that wound the drops were falling his wifo that evening. There was anew qual;
slowly and steadily, spuo ot the iianu ty in his voice. A something that caused
was held so closely against it in a vam at- i,er t0 look at him intently.
'Yes, so far as I know. Alone, oxcept fur
her servants.'
So Inr as you know I Am I talking to
George Cleveland V
That's my name. I nm not awaro of hav
ing changed my identity.'
The young man showed a slight degree of
I could hardly havo believed that, for 1
had thought so much better of my young
Really, Mrs. Itay, this Is all a riddle. Ono
would think from the way you aro talking,
that I'd been nctuaty abusing my mother-
'There are many ways of abusing others,
besides that of cruel speech or personal vio
lence Abuse of tho heart goes deeper mid
is far more cruel in the sulfering it Inflicts.'
The eyes of tho young man opened wide
ly and with n half-startled expression.
'Abuse of tho heart.' Ho shock his head
slowly. 'I do not get at your meaning.
'It pains me deeply, George, to hear you
speak so lightly and so indifferently of Mrs.
Fleetwood, Mario s mother,' said the lady,
tho gravity of her manner increasing. 'I
had expected from you the tenderest consid
eration for one to whom you aro so largely
Indebted. For ono who has' brought you
the most precious gift of your life robbing
her own heart, and making it desolate that
yours might be rich with blessings. DylUjf,
so to speak, that you might live.'
look of almost blank surprise came into
Cleveland's face, but ho said :
'That is sentiment.'
'If I give a shock to your heart and par
tially paralyze it, o that it beats with pain
and sends only a feeble current of life
through your body, will you call that moro
snntiment, George Cleveland? And is tho
heart within the heart, aud from which it
has organism and life, and power, a less vi
tal thing and less susceptible of hurt or par
alysis ? Your thought and conciumess aro
on a lower plane than I had imagined.'
'Perhaps they are, and perhaps you can
enlighten me,' was the answer made with
some constraint and with n slight fretfulness 1
of tone.
Tho lady sat silent for a few moments ;
then said, speaking in a changed aud more
pleasant voice :
'Marie seems to grow lovelier day by day;
every time I meet her I see some new grace
of mind or charm of manner, I call you
one of the most fortunate of men.'
'And so I am,' was the warm response I
look at her, sometimes, half in wonder and
half in gladness, and then think, with a new
joy, sho is mine, all mine, mine forever.'
'No time coming when she will turn from
you and go to another.' 'Uo to anoher.'
Thero came a flash out of the cloud which
had swept into the young man's face.
As sho went from her mother to you,'
For n little while a silence fell between
them. Swift changes were passing in Cleve
land's face.
From the mother,' resumed Mrs. Ray,
who boro her in pain, and cared forand nur
tured her through all tho years of her help
less infancy nnd childhood. From her moth
er,who watched over her with n loving solic
itude and a tircles devotion all along her
path of life, guarding her from evil,;drawing
towards her all tho ministries of good with
in her reach, and moulding nnd fashioning
her with a wisdom born of a lovo which no
man's heart can measure or comprehend, in
to a being of such loveliness that your heart
bowed down before her as if she had been
an angel. From this mother she went to
you 1 Wasnothing hurt in the transition '!
Were no chords rent? No hearts stricken?
No life made desolate ? Think of her going
from vou ?
ueorge Cleveland sat as one who liau
been stunned by a sndden shock.
'And think,' continued the lady, 'of .1 man
accepting this transfer with just a cold
Thank you ?' and then turning away from
the giver (without a touch of gratitude, or
tho feeblest sense of obligation in his heart.'
'When did you seo mother, Mario?' asked
Cleveland, as he looked across tho table at
When strong feelings had died awayand
the mother sat quiet In her chair, and Ma
rie's eyes looked steadily Into her face, Its
paleness smote her with sudden fear. And
how wasted it seemed j how transparent the
skin j how strange and hungry the ryes that
never turned from their intent gaze Into hers
for a moment.
'.Mother I' It was George Cleveland who
had uttered tho word, He never called her
mother bofore. No son could havo spok
en It more tenderly. He bent down and
laid a kiss upon her forehead, How swift
ly her eyo turned from Marie's face to his.
What tho young man saw in them was n
parable, ouly the closer nnd lower meanings,
of which wero then understnd. They held
his gnze intently for a whlliVooking through
his eyes Into his very soul ; then the lids
shut softly down, ud something of peace
and restful quiet 'gathered in tho colorless
face and about the tranquil mouth. As she
sat thus, George Cleveland went noiselessly
from the room. Ten minutes later there
came the sound of wheels at tho door.
'Mother I' The young man was standing
over .Mrs, Fleetwood again. 'Motherl' you
are going homo. The carriage is at the door.'
There was no hidden meaning iu the parable
of his voice.
Mrs. Fleetwood half raised herself from
the chair, her faco startled and quivering;
looking from Marie to her husband In a
wild, suprised manner, nnd then fell back,
shrinking among the soft cushions and lying
so still that llfo seemed as though it was eb
bing away.
There was no strength left for anything.
Thought and will wero suspended for n time,
and she could only feel and submit. In tho
strong arms that took her up 'and bore her
away to the carnage, she felt a tender pres
suro; in the voice whose tones had been so
cold to her sometimes striking her with
words, tho pain which went deeper than tho
pain of any blow she recognised something
that spoke peace to her broken heart,
'Mother,' said the young man, as lie Rat
alnsie with Mrs. Fleetwood a few days after
ward, when the light and warmth wero be
gluing tn como back from her heart to her
face. 'Mother, I have never thanked you
for tho greatest blessing of my life; for th
gain which has been your loss. Let me do
so now. If, in my selfishness, I have forgot
ten to be grateful, it shall never be so again,
I owe more to you than to any one living
Uoil bless you ana reward you. i here is
room enough in Marie s heart for both of
tempt to stauuch the flow,
Cleveland made no effort to conceal the
indifference which he felt towards his wife's
mother. He was polito to her whenever
they happened to meet, which was not very
ften, as Mrs. Fleetwood rarely called at
his house to see Marie, except in the day
time, when her husband was away from
home. Now and then, at remote intervals
he went with Marie to seo her in the even
ing, and put on a kind of pretense of caring
for her ; but, though ho said pleasant words,
au ear acute to discern every affection iu
the voice, could perceive no heart in them,
listen though it often did with a hungry
longing for tho love and tender considera
lion which were denied. Not that Mrs
Fleetwood ever annoyed him with ungra
cious intrusions of herself, or made herself
disagreeable iu any way. He was simply
indilforent ; had never takeu her into ac
count and never meant to. If she had been
in any personal or pecuniary need, for Ma
rie's Bake and for the sake of appearances, he
would liuve supplied all her necessities ; but
for any higher claim he had uo recogniiiou,
The aud sentimental side of His na
ture had received so far in life but little cut
One day a lady who had known him inti
uiately for so many years that she had uc
quired the privilege of plain speaking, asked
him, with some concern iu her voice, if Mrs.
Fleetwood had been sick.
I presume not,' was the rather cold reply,
'At least I've heard nothing about it.'
'When did you see her last ?' inquired
the lady.
The young man lifted his eyes to tho cejl
iug in a half-indifferent nay, and after re
flecting for a moment or two he said
'Really, Mrs. Ray, I cannot just remem
ber when It was,
The lady fixed her gaze uprn film and
with an expression thai caused him to ask
'What's the matter? Why do you look
at me so ?
He tried to smile, but the sober tounte
nance of his friend drove the llght.back from
his face,
'Don't remember when you last 6aw Ma
rie's mother?'
'Perhaps I could remember if I were to
try very hard. She's here eviry week, may
Mark Twain writes for the Atlanlio Mouth
hj nn account of his participation in the re
cent duel between Gambetta and Fourtou.
When he hail heard of the outbreak in the
assembly he says he called on Gambetta,
whom hefound 'steeped in a profound Fench
calm.' Mr. Twain after being embraced be
gau the conversation
I sa'd 1 supposed lie would me to act
as his second, and he said : 'Of course. I
said I must be allowed to act uuder a French
name, so that I might be shielded from ob
loquy in my country in caso of fatal results.
lie winced here, probably at the suggestion
that dueling was not regarded with respect
in America. However, he agreed to my rt
quirement. This accounts fur the fact that
in all the newspaper reports M. Gambetta a
second was apparently a frenchman. First,
we drew up my principal's will. I insisted
upon this and -tuck to my point. I said I
had never heard or a man 111 his right mind
doing anything of the kind. When we had
finished the will, he wished to proceed to a
choice of his last words.' He wanted to
know how tho following exclamation, struck
I die for my God, for my country, for
freedom of speech, for progress and tho uni
versal brotherhood of man 1'
I objected that this would require too lin
gering a death ; it was a good speech for a
consiimptivc,;but not suited to tho exigencies
of tho field of honor. We wrangled over a
good many ante-mortem outbursts, but I fi
nally got him to cut his obituary down to
this, which ho copied into his memorandum
book, puposing to get it by .heart :
I die that France may live.
I said that this remark seemed to lack rel
cvancy ; but ho said relevancy was a innttt r
countenance. It was half surprise, and half consequence in last worus wuat you
alarm. Swift as the movement of a thoucht wanted was thrill
'She was hero yesterday,' Mario answered.
How is she ?' The interest expressed in
her husband's voice sent a quicker.throbto
Marie's heart.
'About ns usual
'Some one said she was not looking very
The young mau saw a change in Mane a
had th inner nnd now clearer sight of the
daughter passed to tho mother's place. The
face into which sho had loooked with her
natural eye? on the day beforo. How much
moro she saw in it now than then I No
she was not feeling well. A feeling of anxi
ety crept into her heart, and began to shad
aw her face.
Her llfo must be very lonely now that
I'm away from her,' said Marie, a slight
quaver in her voice, 'I wonder sometimes
that sbe is as cheerful as she is,
'Yes, it must be n great chango for her,
greater, perhaps, than we have realized,' re
marked her husband, speaking in repressed
tones, as ono trying to hide some feeling.
Little more was said during the meal.
Both were absorbed in their own thoughts;
thoughts which neither was ready to unveil
to the other.
'Suppose we call round and see your moth
er this evening,' naid the young husband,
as they arose from the table. We haven't
been there for I can't say how long.'
Oh shall we ?' I've been wanting to see
her all day. Poor motherl I often think
how lonely her life must be. She was quiet
er than usual when she was here yesterday,
and didn't take as much interest in things
as she has been in the habit of doing. And
now 1 remember, that it struck me once or
twice that she had an expression in her face
which I had never seen there before, nnd
which I did not understand
No, Marie had not understood the mean
ing of what she saw in her mother's face
at their last nveting, The allluence of her
mother's lift. Feeding herself upon the
manna of love,aud with Its rich juices cours
ing through tier veins, how could she know
that her mother was v? s ingfrom starvation
because the food had been withdrawn and
denied the food of her heart I
Motherl' The heavy eyelids unclosed and
lifted themselves slowly, Had she been
be two or threo times ; but I'm uever home I asleep In the great arm-chair? Or only lost
except Iu the evening.'
'And is Mrs, Fleetwood never ut your
house in the evening ?'
'Very rarely. Sho doean t like to go out
after night.'
Does she live entirely alone ?'
lu n walking dream of her old delight,
'Oh motherl My dear, dear mother
What fcjwild passion of love expressed it
self in iuane s voice as sno drew tier arm
about her mother's neck and held her face
closely to her, bosom
I then wrote tho following note and carried
it to Mr. Fourtou's friend :
Siu ; M. Gambetta accepts M. Fourtou's
challenge, and .authorizes me to propose
Plessis-Piquet as the place of uieetiug j to
morrow morning at day-break as tho time ;
and axes as the weapons. I am, sir, with
great.respect, Mark Twain.
M. Fourtou's friend read this note, and
shuddered. Then he turned to me, aud said
with a suggestion of severity in his tuna :
Have uu considered, sir, what would be
tue inevitable result 01 such a meeting as
'Well for instance, what would it be?'
'Bloodshed 1'
That's about the size of it,' I said.
'Now, if it is a l.tir question, what was
your side proposing to shed ?'
I had him there, he saw ho had made a
blunder, to li3 hastened to explain it away.
Ho said he had spoken jestingly. Then ho
said that he aud his principal would enjoy
axes, and indeed prefer them, but such
weapons were barred by the French code,
aud so I must change my proposal.
After proposiug Gatliug guns, rifles, navy
pistols aud brick-bats, Mr. Twain left the
choice of weapons to the other second, who
fished out of his vest pocket,a couplo of little
things which I carried to the light and dis
covered to be pistols. They wero single
barrelled aud silver-mounted, and very
dainty and pretty, 1 was not able to speak
for emotion. I silently hung one of them
011 iny watch-chain, aud returned the other,
My companion lu crime now uurolled a post'
age stamp containing several cartridges and
gave me one of them, 1 asked if he meant
to signify by this that our men were to be
allowed but one shot apiece. Ho replied
that tho French code pennilttd no more. I
then begged him to go 011 aud suggest a ills
tauce, fur my mind was growing weak and
cunlu cd uuder the strulu which had been
put upon It. Huuauiedixty-fie yards. I
nearly lost my patience. I said ;
"Slxty-fivo yards, with thesa instruments?
Pop-guus would be dsadlicr At fifty. Con
sider, my friend, you and I are bandfd to
getber to destroy life, not make it eternal
But with all my persuasions, all my argu
ment", I was only nblo to get him to reduce
the distance to thirty-five yards; and even
this concession ho made with reluctance, and
said with a sigh:
"I wash my hands of this slaughter; on
your head be It "
There was nothing for me but to go home
to my own llon-hcart nnd tell my humiliat
ing story. When I entered M. Gambetta
wai laying his last lock of hair npon the
altar. He sprang toward me, exclaiming;
"Tho weapon, the weapon I Quick I hat
Is tho weapon?"
"This I" and I displayed that silver-
mounted thing. lie caught but one glimpse
of It, then swooned ponderously to tho floor.
When he came to he said, mournfully s
"The unnatural calm to which I have
subjected myself has told upou my nervc.
But away with weakness I I will confront
iny fate tike a mau and a Frenchman,"
He rose to his feet and assumed an attl
tudo which for sublimity has never been ap
proached by man nnd has seldom been sur
passed by statues.
After a long silence he asked .
"Was nothing said about that man's fam
ily standing up with him ns an offset to my
bulk? Rut no matter; I would not sloop
to make such n suggestion ; if he is not
noblo enough to fuggest it himself he is wel
come to this advantage, which no honorable
man would take."
"At what hour is tho engagement to bo
gin?" "Hall-past nine."
"Very good indeed. Have you sent the
facts to the newspapers?"
"Sir I If after our long and intlmnte
friendship you can for a moment deem mo
capable of so baso a treachery"
"Tut, tut I What words are these, my
dear friend ? Have I wounded you ? Ah,
forgive me ; 1 nm overloading you with la
bor. Therefore goon with the other details,
and drop this one from your list. Tho
bloody-minded Fourtou will bo sure to at
tend to it. Or I myself yes, to make cer
tain, I will drop a note to my journalistic
friend, M. Noir"
"Oh, come to think, you may save your
self the trouble"; that other second has in
formed M. Noir."
"H'ml I might hnve known it. Ills just
liko that Fourtou, who always wants to
make 11 display."
At half past nine in tho morning the pro
cession approached tho field of Plessis-Piquet
lu tho following order : First came our
cairisge nobody in it but Gambetta nnd
myself; then n carriage containing M. For
tou and his second ; then a carriage con
taining two poet orators who did not brieve
in God, and these had MS. funeral orations
projecting from their breast-pockets ; then
.1 eirnage containing head surgeons and
tu . cases of instruments; then eight pri
vate carriages containing consulting sur
geons ; then a hack containing the coroner ;
then tho two hearses ; then a carriage con
taining the head undertakers; then a train
of mutes and assistants on foot ; and after
those came plodding through the fog a long
procession of camp-followers, police and
citizens generally. It was a noble turnout,
and would havo made a fine display if we
had had thinner weather.
The police noticed that tho public bad
massed themselves together on the light and
left of tho field ; they therefore begged u de
lay, while they should put these poor peo
ple in a place of safely. The police having
ordered the two multitudes to take positions
behind the duelists, we were once more
ready. Tho weather growing still more
opaque, it was agreed betn ecu myself and
tho other second that before giving the fatal
signal we should each deliver a loud whoop
to enable the enmbattants to ascertain eacli
other's whereabouts.
I now returned to my principal and was
distressed to see that he had lost a good bit
of his spirit. I tried iny best to hearten
him. I said 1 'Indeed, sir, things are not
ns bad as they seem. Considering the char
acter of the weapons, tho limited number of
shots allowed, the generous'dlstance, the im
penetrable solidity of the fog, and the add
ed fact that one of the combattants is one
eyed and the other cross-eyed and nenr-sight-cd,
it seems to me that this conflict need not
necessarily bo fatal. There aro chances that
both of you may survive. Therefore, cheer
up ; do not bo down-hearted."
Tliis speech had so good an effect that my
principal immediately stretched forth his
hand aud said :
"I am myself again; give mo the weap
I laid it, all lonely and forlorn, in the
centre of the vast solitude of his palm. He
gazed at it and shuddered. And still mourn
fully contemplating it he murmured in a
broken voice :
"Alas it is not death I dread, but muti
I heartened him once more, and with such
success that he presently said : 'Let the
tragedy begin. Stand at my back ; do not
desert me at this solemn hour, my friend.'
I gave him my promise. I now assisted
him to point the pistol toward the spot where
I judged the adversary to be'standing, and
cautioned him to listen well and further
A mother tat stitching nnd stitching away.
It rained nnd htrboys wero indoors at play,
When one of Ihcm came nnd leaned on her
Ahd said with a touchingly wcarlcd-oiit air,
"We've played every flay in the world that
wo know ?"
Now, what shall we do ?"
Beforo poor mamma had a chance to reply,
The lest of the little ones gathered closo by.
Aud the sum of their troubles all seemed the
"We wish that wo knew Bome wonderful game.
We've been sailors and soldiers, and fought
battles too ;
Now, what shall we do ?"
Mamma thought for a moment) then gaily re
plied. "Build n palace of blocks, with n portico wide,
And play that the owner had money to spend,
And wanted to decorate rooms without end,
And ordered somo pictures painted by you.
That's what you can do.
"Now each take n pencil nnd paper, and draw
The most wonderful thing that ever you saw ;
A lily, a sunset, a, shore, or a sea,
A gorgeous-winged butterfly chasing a bee ;
Or three iittlo boys, that arc Baying, like yoo,
Now, what shall wo do?"
Tho brightened up children took pencils in
(As tho amateur artists yon'll all understand,)
And worked at their pictures until it was plain
The funny gray clouds had forgotten to rain;
And mamma had a rest (not a long one it'
0 i sweet patient mothers ; in this earnest way
You aro doing life's work, whllo your little
ones play ;
You nre fashioning souls that hereafter shall
God's beautiful angels, winged, to the skies;
And Heaven makes reply to your "what shall
we do?"
Since Love teaches you.
IPi'rfe urate.
A little figure glided through the hall ;
"Is that yon, Pet?' tho words came tenderly;
A sob suppressed to let the answer fall
"It isn't Pet, mamma ; it's only mo."
The quivering baby lips! they had not meant,
To utter any word lould plant a sting,
But to that mother-heart a strange pang went ;
Sho heard, and stood like a convicted thing.
One instant, nnd a happy iittlo face,
Thrilled 'neath unwonted kisses rained above
And from that moment Only Sle had place
And part with Pet in tender mother-love.
The Boy with the Bandbox.
Not long ago as the country people who
had brought in produce to tell in the mar
ket, were about ready to start for home, a
boy appeared at tho lower end of the Central
Market, Chicago, with a blue bandbox un
der bis arm. Among the vehicles was a
one-horse wagon belonging to an old woman
who had just sold four bags of onions, and
was ready to drive home. The boy approach
ed her in an honest, straightforward manner
and remarked :
'Well, Auntie, here is the bonnet, at
'A bsnnet ?' sho inquired.
'Why, yes ; the one you ordered at the
store a week ago. You'll look so purty In
it, that the old man won't know you. It's
all paid for all right, aud now I'll set it right
hero by you feet. Tra-la, Auntie.'
The old woman knew the boy was making
a mistake in leaving a bonnet with her, but
after 'the first words of surprise sho made
no sign. Sbe reasoned that it wasn't her
business to correct mistakes, and as soon as
he boy had letired, she picked up the liness
tand drove up Randolph street, every mo
meut expecting to hear the mistaken boy
calling after her, and every moment hurry
ing the old nag as fast as he could go. Af
ter reaching Gratiot Avenue and Brush
street, she felt that the boy could not over
take her, and it was only natural that she
should have a lively curiosity to see what
sort of a bonnet it was. If plain black, it
would do fur her daughter. The horse wm
reined up to the curb, and the driver care
fully unfastened the string fastening the box
and lifted the cover. A 'yaller' cat of mon
strous size, feeling that he had been abused
and insulted, and his eyes glaring with bate
aqd contempt, came out of the box like
People who happened to be lu that neigh
borhood were treated to a curious spectacle.
With ono wild, unearthly yell, an old wo
man was seen to pitch backwards over tbe
seat, and sail for the ground by the shortest
route. While clawing around with ber
head In the snow bank, tbe cat, seeing her
out of the way made a spring from the seat
guide himself by my fellow second's whoop.
Then I propped myself against M. Gambet-
ta's back, and raised a rousing 'Whoop-ee 1'
This was answered from out the far distan
ces of tho fog, and I immediately shouted -.
"One two three fire 1"
Two little sounds like spit I spit I broke
upon my car, and In the same Instant
I was crushed to the earth under a moun
tain of flesh. Burled as I was, I was still
able to catch a faint accent from above to
this effect :
"I die lor for deuce take it, what Is it
I die for ? oh, yes Franco 1 1 die that
France may live ?''
The surgeons Bwarmed around with tiieir
probes in their hands and applied their mi
croscopes to the whole area of M. Gambet-
ta's person with the happy result of finding
nothing in the uature of a wound, Then a
scene ensued which was In very way grati
fying anil inspiriting.
The two gladiators fell upon each others
necks,wltb floods of happy and tears ; that
other second embraced me : the surgeons.
to the horse's back and began a scries of per
formances never known or dreamed of by
that old equine and tbe way that old horse
gathered his legs under him and scattered
tbe old wagon for half a block was wicked
to see. The woman dug out of tbe snow by
a considerate bystander, stood on the side
walk and endeavored to explain. A man in
the crowd picked up a wagon wheel and en
deavored to remark that the whole outfit
wasn't worth scraping together, and some
one in the crowd solemnly observed :
'If honesty ain't thebest policy, then I
don't want a cent.'
A Wise Deacon.
"Deacon Wilder, I want you to tell me
how you kept yourself and family bo well
tbe past season, when all the rest of us have
been sick bo much, and have bad the doc
tors running to us so long,"
"Bro. Taylor the answer is very easy. I
used Hop Bitters In time and saved large
doctors bills. Threo dollars' worth of it
the orators, the undertakers, the police, ev- kept u " we and able to work all the
erybody embraced, everybody congratulat- "n'e, anu 1 win warrant it n as cost you ana
cd, everybody cried, Mini the whole atmos
phere was filled with praise and with joy nn
speakable. It seemed to mo then that 1
would rather be the hero of a French duel
than a crowned aud sceptered monarch.
Two men still keep a steady guard day
and night over tbe grave of llrlgbatn Ytuug
in a small building erected near it.
most of the neighbors 0110 to two hundred
dollars apiece to keep sick the same time. I
guess you'll take my medicine hereafter,"
See other column,
A young man sent sixty cents to a firm in
Michigan who advertised a recipe to prevent
bad dreams. He received a slip of paper on
which was written, "Dou't go to sleep,"