6 ONLY A BRAKEMAN. Awful the shock when the engines met; All was terror, confusion, din; None who saw It will e'er forget The picture that daylight ushered In. Shattered fragments of Iron and steel. Splintered wood and battered brass Mingled with broken rod and wheel And some one's blood sta'ned the wayside grass Borne one's body, all crushed and torn. Covered with wounds, bereft of breath, Was found 'neath the wreck; the Jacket worn Told how a brakeman had met his death. Borne one wept when the news was borne; Some one mourned o'er the mangled dead. In line of duty from some one torn— Tet "only a brakemar," the papers said. Sadly they buried him 'iteath the sod, Then took the crape from the cottage door; Over a grave the roses nod— The grave of a brakeman whose run Is o'er. ~W. H. T. Shade. FRBE> LAJNIC By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS [Copyright, 1897, by D. Apploton & Co. All rights reserved.) CHAPTER III.—CONTINUED. Of the younger lady I hud never heard, nor, after my fleeting glimpse of her, could I make myself believe that her nature was tainted. Scammell was the official guard of the two for the trip, which accounted for the dragoon being at sea, and, according to the doctor, he had become deeply enamored of his younger charge, the fair Gertrude King. Doubtless it was a desire to cover himself ivith glory anil dazzle the eyes of his love which had led him to take a hand in board ing the Phantom, but I gave over interest in the whole matter by the time the boat reached its destination. The half-slewed Irishman made but hasty work with Lounsbury. The unconscious n an had been removed to the cabin, and lay In my berth with eyes fast closed, still breathing like t pump. The doctor looked at him frowningly, felt of his head and pulse frith a careless air, and then gave his diag nosis. "Flip a sovereign, cap'n, and bet on its fall, and ye will havens good a notion of how the case will turn out as myself. There's no knowing at all what the man will come to. lie has had the devil's own shock. 'Tis con cussion and mayhap fracture, mayhap «truc tural lesion of the brain. Who knows? lie may die, he may live, but he'll be a bit fashed in his wits if he pulls through, and ne'er the lad he was. What's one dead rebel more or less? Let him lie and take chances. Have you a drap o' potheen to say good night on? I'm off." 1 felt like kicking the man for his henrt lcgariess, but gave him a drink and saw him started for his own craft; then, getting the crew together, I set them to work, and in short order we were under way. The surgeon's words had not tended to depress me. The passion possessing me ■when I struck my mate had passed away, and if he would live and remain "fashed" until I had cleared from the muddle into which I had been forced I would pray for bis final recovery. It was an easy matter to sail for New York. As the schooner now bore, wing on wing, that port lay fair oil the end of the jib boom. The Sprite sailed something less than half a mile on our larboard beam, and thus w# went for hours, each holding her own. Jn the early light of the following morn the wind suddenly lightened, then shifted to the north, and by the time I had made Qandy Hook, where the bulk of Howe's fleet lay waiting the arrival of the British army, the Sprite was some miles to windward. I had forgotten the race. The sick man had most of iny time and attention, tor he had taken to raving, and was finally lashed to his bunk. His speech was but an uncouth mouthing of words that meant nothing, and when at last, in the lower bay, the schooner was formally taken possession of, I passed the care of him to others, and began to look sharply to my own affairs. It was two days after the mess on the Phantom before we dropped anchor off the city, coming tp a final rest near the upper limb of the bight of the small bay below Corlears Hook, on tlyj Sound river (East river). There had been more than a little fuss and many questions put by the authorities be fore I stepped ashore. Answers, too, were given, which might have been picked full of holeß had suspicions arisen in the minds of the reigning powers; lmt owing to the disorder due to the retreat of Clinton from Philadelphia, and the arrival of his army, which had now boarded the fleet at Sandy Hook, confusion ran riot in all branches of government, and saved me from much fine lying. There had never been a moment when I could have gotten at the gold in the cabin without exciting suspicion. In fact, I had but little time to study the papers I had ap propriated and still had on my person; and now, well-nigh destitute from want of cash, I had the misery of seeing the king's broad arrow painted on the bows of the Phantom and of finding myself turned ashore. I was not greatly troubled by my lack of icady money. I held indorsement docu ments for a claim on my own ship for prize money for capturing her, and could easily turn it into gold by allowing a liberal dis count; but it went to my heart to see the broad arrow (which marks the king's.prop erty), and know the craft was, by hook or by crook, a prize in possession of the eneny. Hut if my comparative poverty caused me 30 great uneasiness, I was worried over the fact that I had two living witnesses against m«', one of whom, the negro, was capable of damning me with his evidence could he but obtain the ear of an official. It struck me forcibly, too, that I was fairly within the enemy's lines and under a false name and character. It were one thing had I been caught at acting a part on the high seas and on my own schooner, but quite another to be discovered under the existing circumstances. The first could have made me a prisoner of war at most; the second would damn me as a spy, and give me short shift to the next world by xnet.ns of a rope. At that time it might have been possible foV me to have left New York and gotten on my way homeward. Cut it did not hap pen to lie in my blood to turn up with the report of having forfeited everything saw liberty and life. With a weakling it would huve passed, with me 'twould look as though t had thrown away all for the sake of light ening my heels, and would likely injure my rcjuLutiou Aside from this, there lay Bidden close at hand £SOO, and none, save Lounsbury, had fathomed th« secret. It was my all, barring the schooner, though that was not a total loss, as th« admiralty papers in my pocket bore witness. No man willingly foregoes two thousand four hundred'and odd dollars in gold rightfully his own, unless he be a coward; and that, I maintain, I am not. And soby my fortune I determined to stand until it Bhouid be sunk, blown up, or other wise lost. There was more than this pecuniary inter est which sealed my determination to stay where I was for a space and risk the future. And that—the war. Lest my reader think I had been a laggard in the conflict which had now been on better than two and a half years, let it be known that I had been active against the enemy, both afield and afloat; noticeably in the whaleboat warfare on the coast. I had made more than one lobster-back wish he had stayed in Merry England (un less he was at once set past wishing), and helped dig a mighty hole in the king's ex chequer by destroying his property. Hut that was in the past, and runs uot with this tale. I could illy abide the discipline of the army, though with the patriots discipline was but a trifle more than a name. It suited me best to be my own master and fight in my own way (not that I quarrel with the mode of another man, and armies are necessary), and never would 1 have more than earned rations had I stood in the ranks and moved forward or backward on the word of com mand. Determined then not to run, it took me but a short time to conceive that in my present position I could well serve the great cause which to no man was dearer than to me. Washington,l knew, had few agents within the lines of the city, and these I might never hope to know, they, like myself, being hood ed under the mask of toryism. This last fact was a hitch. I might become a storehouse—a very mine of information on the strength, weakness and contemplated movements of the enemy, but be without the means of unloading my knowledge. To force a way through the lines was to take one's life in one's hand with small chances of keep ing it, and this would become necessary in my case, for on a close examination of Louns bury's papers I found nothing in the shape of a pass save an old one signed by Gen. Howe, which had opened a way out of Phil adelphia. The rest of the documents proved to be of r.o value to me, as they related to matters concerning the kidnaping of some unnamed party in Norfolk and an investigation with a view of British occupation of that unimpor tant town. From the moment I had found these pa pers until my landing I had given no thought to the future, my first business having been ♦ o provide for my own safety. This row be ing accomplished (for the present, at least), I fixed matters to my taste in this wise: I would become a spy (a fair name in a good cause), and as a rampant tory, half free booter and half swashbuckler (as became the character of the man into whose shoes I had stepped), I would peer t.nd pry, and, when finally loaded sufficiently to warrant it, go to Clinton and, on the plea of past services and in the name of Lounsbury, demand a pass through the lines. I would not turn my back on this fair pros pect and become a common soldier. Nay, like Lounsbury himself (who was now lying somewhere in the city), I had been a free lance, and a free-lance I would continue to be. Difficulties and obstacles were forever ob truding themselves in my mind. The dan ger I put aside, for war being no pastime I must incur danger in any active hostility or sit at home and play the boy. Both duty and self-interest demanded my standing where the force of circumstances hail placed me, and I hailed my determination with grim joy. Three years agone I was a col onist —which had been a small matter—but since the Declaration I had been an Amer ican, a title to be proud of, and now, though not in the field, I would prove worthy of the name. CHAPTER IV. NEW YORK IN 1778. New York at this period was a scene of confusion. The fear of the French, which had occa sioned the evacuation of Philadelphia, had brought a horde of 12,000 soldiers to be set down among 5,000 others, where but scant preparations had been made to receive them. What with the smart of the lashing administered by Washington at Monmouth on their march across New Jersey, the weakness of Howe's fleet, the fear of a sud den movement on the city by the Americans, rnd the intense heat of the weather, the army was in a state bordering on panic. It was an army, too, that through rank and file had been demoralized by inactivity and debauch, and nothing could have been more apt or prophetic than the remark made by Franklin when it became known to him that the Delaware had been opened by Howe: "Philadelphia has succumbed to the British, but they in turn will succumb to lliiladelphia." It had been even so, but the effect had be come apparent in New York. The civil law had long been prostrate; the military au thority lax. Now the British were waking in the condition of a man after a night's dis sipation, battling with a muddled brain, and feeling the internal economy fairly out of gear. Fraud, fear and incompetence reigned in every branch of the service, and betwixt frc? vandalism and the necessities of war, New York, which had never known and was never to know the dignity of battle, sutfered a* no besieged city could suffer more. All this suited my purpose, as well as di rectly favored my interest. The influx of a host of newcomers saved me from being prominent as a stranger, and theextra prep arations for the defense of the town, to gether with the knowledge that the French were at last upon the sea, diverted atten tion from small naval ventures. I had feared the Phantom would be im mediately refitted and artned for sound or river cruising, and was mightily pleased to have the days go by and sec her, as the saying goes, "taking root to the bottom." Never did the sun set without my having a look at her swinging at her anchor. She lay off the half-deserted shipyard, which be came a favorite haunt of mine when I tired cf the mask I wore and wished to ease into my true self. And there I would walk up and down, and each day watch the growth of the muck that had fouled her cable on the ebb and Mow of the tide. She had not even been dismantled, and, for aught 1 could see, was without a guard save at night; but to have gone out to her and worked upon the cabin bulkhead would have been impossible. The boat from her larboard davits had been taken away, but the dfngcy still hung over the stern, as tantalizing as a cup of A-ater just beyond the reach of a thirsting man. A sweet sight (but a melancholy one) the *:hooner made to me as she swung on the broad river well from land, the fair light of an evening over her, mellowing her lines and diminishing the rustiness of her sides. Be yond her was the bald work of Fort Sterling (Built and deserted unharmed by the pa triots two 7ears before), standing clear and CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1899. yellow above the height of Brookland (now Brooklyn). Off Wall street lay many of Howe's fleet, though the largest number was posted south of Nutteus island (Governors island), in readiness to oppose the French, who were daily expected. But in the fair harmony of sky and land ind water there was one discordant note. The horrible hulk of the Jersey, within easy scope of the eye, was directly opposite, and more than once did 1 see her unload hsr dead, and could almost hear the cry of "Down, ye rebels, down!" as the patriot prisoners were driven below at sunset. Excepting in the shipyard and through the sparsely built district lying betwixt the line of fortifications and the city proper on the westward side of the island, there was scarcely a rood of land to which I could flee and not come in contact with the evidence of war. The quiet desolation or barrenness of the former and the broad, green mead ows, the song of birds, the harmonious hush of nature and calmness of the evening skies at the latter point were in marked contrast with the hell lying close at hand. Had the devil come on earth in his proper person, as some poet has made him out to have done, and landed in New York, he would have rubbed his hands and switched his barbed tail in glee at the work of his emissaries who were serving him as but few so-called Chris tians serve the Almighty. Barefaced inhumanity stalked before so ciety and caused a laugh. Cruelty had be come a pastime. Domesticity was dead. Robbery seemed set to the music of a pop ular song, so universal it became, nor was it confined to the confiscation of property belonging to patriots. An uninitiated stran ger would have found some difficulty in de termining whether this brilliant assem blage was exerting itself as much toward suppressing a rebellious people as it was in making war on the king's treasury. There may have been honest men in New York during the sumnjer of 1775, but as yet 1 had failed to strike them. Every one with whom 1 had to do was a gambler, a thief, or a drunkard—frequently all three—and I dare swear that, were the truth known, one term or the other applied to the whole army, from Sir Henry Clinton to the last subaltern, and from the boweJless villain of a provost marshal, Cunningham, to the low est besotted turnkey under his thumb. New York had ceased to be a town. It was nothing more than a fortified camp, in which neither justice nor mercy might be found. Morally, it had become a vast, open sore, spreading its corruption beyond itself. Virtue was a weight on man and woman (I speak but of the rule), and power the only lecognized right. I was mightily depressed at this 4ime. Seasoned though I was, I shrank from life as I saw it, and sickened of those into whose company my policy forced me. In fact, I might have made a shift to get myself from this sink of heartless depravity, only my gold still swung at the end of a cable within pistol shot of the shore, and none knew it. Many a night had I lain awake hatching schemes to get aboard and recover it, but they were worse than foolhardy, as I knew after a second thinking, so I took it out in watching and bidingfmy time. As the days sped, I had little or no fear for myself. Lounsbury was probably well | r ra Taking root to the bottom. under ground by this, for I had heard noth ing of him, and if the negro was a pris oner in a hulk he might as well have been in a tomb. Of what was taking place in the world out side I knew nothing save from rumor, and tumor oft contradicted itself. The only xeport seemingly sure was that Washington had sat himself down on the Hudson just north of the Harlem (the very spot from which he had been driven two years be fore), and was there awaiting the arrival of the French fleet in order to strike a blow. And there he remained inactive, for the French did arrive early in July, and, find ing Howe's fleet drawn up to receive them, but peered into the bay, and then turned tail and sped away to Newport on the fruit less mission of blockadirfg that port. In the seemingly open yet wholly secret life I led I made many friends —mostly pot house companions—to whom I listened but spoke little, fearing to be recognized as an impostor. I kept both ears and eyes on the alert the while, fighting shy of broils, >et holding the respect of the roughest of the camp ofTscouririg, owing to my size and apparent strength. I even dared make a map of the lower defenses of the city; but it waß so disguised, so crossed, and recrossed in a manner clear only to myself that I would have trusted it to the eye of any of them without fear of their coming by its true nature. This I lnn Had a Oood Reason for % Tolling the Traveler to Wnlk tin. It was an old man in Sweden who gave to a stranger an answer that was wiser than it appeared. The .stranger, one of a prospecting party searching for gold, had wandered away from the rest, to find himself at last with a fair piece of quartz as a reward for his pains, in a region he knew nothing of, with no guide, and night coming on. "Friend," he asked of an old man smoking in his doorway, "how long will it take me to walk to the next town?" The old man eyed the speaker quiz zically. "Walk on,"he said, with a wave of his hand in the right direction. "Yes, I know which road; but how long will it take fae to walk there?" asked the stranger again. "Walk on," repeated the smoker, stol idly. "But can't you tell me how long it will take me to reach the town?" per sisted the other, impatiently. "Walk on," a third time directed the old man, and the stranger did walk on, inwardly anathematizing the stupidity of the smoker. "Young man," ca.lled the resident, when the stranger had gone a few yards. He turned impatiently. "I just wanted to tell 3'ou, that if you keep up that gait you'll get there in half an hour." "Why couldn't you say so before?" demanded tbe stranger, hotly. The old man removed the pipe from his mouth, blew a volume of smoke skyward, and answered coolly: "How did I know how fast you could walk?"— Short Stories. Circumstances Alter Canes. Lady (excitedly)—Have you filed my application for a divorce yet? Lawyer—No, madam; but I am at work on the papers now. Lady—Thank fortune, I am not too late. Destroy all papers and evidence at once, please. Lawyer—A reconciliation has been brought about between you and your husband, I infer? Lady—Gracious, no! He was run over and killed by a freight train this morning, and I want to retain you In ray suit against the company for dam ages.—Chicago Daily News. More Tlinn E<|iials It. "What can equal the warmth of a true woman's love?" asked the dearest girl. "Her temper," replied the savage bachelor.—Tit-Bits. Next Tliinj? to It. "Your lilsband doesn't sniake, Mrs Price ?" "No; but le sometimes fumes."—Chi cago Record. No Compulsion. Hicks—What was it, anyway, that drove Browne to drink? Wicks—l never observed thatßrnwn* had to be driven.— Somerrille Journiti I GAMBLING IN ANACONDA. Suuie SUrrliiK Storied of a Period Which Endril More Tlun a Year tgu. If there is one place in the state where the anti-gambling law passed by the legislature of 1897 is rigidly ob served it is Anaconda. Reports keep coming that games are running in Butte, in Helena, in Great Falls, and other places in the state, says the Ana conda Standard, but in Anaconda not a card has been turned in many, many moons. Anaconda has never been a "sporty" town in the popular acceptation of the word —even in its palmiest gambling days most Anaconda men who wanted to play "big money" went to Butte. Yet there have been plenty of gamblers and gambling here. Anaconda saw its best faro days during the races in 1888 and 1889. During the 18S8 meeting all chips were worth $25 apiece. You couldn't get into a game—at least it wasn't worth your while to get into a game—unless you bad several hun dred dollars in cash. There were gam bling giants in those days. One night Jack Dearitig came over from Philips burg. lie spent two nights and two days at a faro table, and when he quit he was S4,SOU loser. There were several celebrated gam blers in Anaconda about that time. Oc casionally one would die and the boys would always make it a matter of pride and a duty to see that lie got a first class funeral. There was one of prom inence known generally by the name of "Red," who, when he died one day in 1891, was found to be without any visible estate. The hat was passed around for the funeral expenses, and all hands chipped in freely. Jimmie Johnson, who was passing the hat, hap pened to meet Col. Estes oti the street and asked liim if ho would like to eon tribute. The colonel, it seems, had dropped S'!,SOO at faro the night be fore. "Goto ray cashier," said Col. Estes to .Mi - . Johnson, "and get all you need. And the Lord knows I would put up the cash to pay for the funeral of every gambler in town." One bitter cold night in February, 189.'!, "Si" Murphy died in his room up over Barney McGinley's place. He was one of the best known and most re spected gamblers in the west, lie was always on the square; a man of gener ous impulses and many fine traits of character. lie caught cold and died of pneumonia. When it was known that he was dying, all the games downstairs were stopped, and till the dealers and lookouts went up to bid Murphy good by and see him die. Then all hands went back and got drunk. Barney McGinley and one or two others went back after awhile and de liberated how to remove the corpse into a front room. It was a difficult task, ft>r the room in which the body lay was reached by means of a short, narrow bend in the hall. It was impossible to carry the body horizontally—it would have to be either doubled up or car ried in a perpendicular position. The latter plan was agreed upon, and the boys were anxious to offer no indig nities to poor Si Murphy's body. But suppose they tried to carry the corpse out in a perpendicular position, how could tliey do it without its falling ail over them. The boys were pretty full and they were not sure of their ability to carry Si out in ®ny position. "Let's open the window and freeze him stiff, and carry him out in the morning," said one. This plan was unanimously adopted. It was 30 degrees below zero and still growing colder. «iThe window was ac cordingly opened. At 11 o'clock next morning the boys went to the room and found the corpse as stiff as a board. They lifted it out of bed and stood it against the wall. One man begged to be excused from his share of carrying it, as he said he had a horror of touch ing corpses. At this the others insisted, and during the altercation that ensued, it was regrettable to state that the corpse fell over, and in falling knocked one man down with it. But the body at last was safely carried to the front room and properly cared for. Si Mur phy's funeral was the largest a gam bler in Anaconda ever received. All the gamblers and their friends engaged hacks and accompanied the hearse to the cemetery. Speaking of "hooxloo" faro fiends, there was Carr. Carr was telegraph ed itor of the Standard from 1891 to 1894. Carr was a good telegraph editor and a good fellow, but the poorest faro bank player that ever bet a chip. But he was a hoodoo to himself and the house, not to other players, for they coppered his plays with regularity and success. His appearance in a gambling house created consternation among the proprietors and dealers, but joy and ju bilation among others. Carr would go to a table and piny, say the king to win. Instantly there would, be a dozen plays on the king to lose. The king would be buried under a mass of chips as big as a dinner bucket.. Of course Carr would win sometimes, and when he did he would get buck at his copperers with irony and eloquent profanity, for he was as fluent and vigorous a swearer as ever condemned a man's so-ul to eter nal torments. But as a rule Carr was unlucky, awl men who coppered his bets quit hand some winners. In the capital fight of 1894 Carr hired out to the Helena capi tal committee. He went one day to Glasgow, lost every cent he had at faro and then bet and lost his hat, next his coat, then his vest. He offered to bet his trousers on the next turn, l>u4 the dealer drew the line at that. Subse quently he received back the clothes he had lost.—Anaconda Standard. A For«*lc:n Sun Hot. Proud Papa—My daughter studied painting abroad. "I thought so. T never saw a sunset like that in this country."—Boston Traveler. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. Near Hastings, England, lives an ec centric old man who daily prays to the sun at noon. Philadelphia has a police magistrate who is said, never to have spoken a grammatical sentence of five words in his whole, life. According to the latest report of H. Clay Evans, commissioner of pensions, there is now only one survivor of the war flf 1812 —Hiram Cronk, of north western New York. He is 90 years of age. Gen. "Joe" Shelby's old colored body servant, "Uncle liilly" Hunter, in spite of his 70 years, is still vigorous and in the service of the Shelby family. He was born a slave on the Shelby planta tion. At present he devotes most of his time to llie carqlof his old master's grave. Miss Perceval, of Ealing, the youngest but one of the 12 children of the Right Hon. Spencer Perceval, the Fnglish prime minister who was assassinated in the lobby of the house of commons in the early part of the century, en tered upon her ninety-fifth year on August 27 last. A short while since at' Vienna, Karl Becker, at the age of 92, was married to Eraulein l!osa Stutzel, a mature spinster of 90. The bridesmaids were three friends of the bride, aged respec tively Su', S(> and 911, while the. principal supporter of the bridegroom was his brother, a veteran of 94. Dr. .1. I!. Hubbell, representative of the lied Cross society in Havana, has found that a former agent of the so ciety named Sollosso, who has refused to give up certain lied Cross stores, has been using them to fatten his pigs with. The fattening food consisted of French peas and dried apples and apricots. Ileal- Admiral Kane, of the British navy, who has just been placed on the retired list, was captain of the Calliope when she succeeded in steaming out of Apia harbor in tlie great hurricane, while her band played "The Star Span gled Banner" and the crew of the doomed Trenton manned the rigging and cheered her departure. There is living only one possessor of a Canadian title, lieginald d'lberville, eighth Baron l)e Longueuil of Longue uil, in the province of Quebec, is the man. The title was granted by Louis XI V.in 1700, when Canada was under French rule, and it was confirmed by Queen \ ictoria in Isso. The present baron is 4.1 years of age. lie succeeded to the title on the death of his brother in IS9S. QUALIFIED FOR PRACTICE. The Advlee of n Youim Lawyer That savcO III* Client from u Suit. 4 'JTe\s a natural-born lawyer," o. said, talking to a group of profession men the other afternoon, and then h.yg'' told the story of how the mails that morning had made glad a young law yer who had not been engaged in ac tive practice very long, though admit ted to the bar a number of years. When he opened the mail there fluttered out a check that had the figures $250 in one corner and the name of a man at the business end that made the bit of paper as good *s though it bore the certification of the cashier of the First national bank. It was the story of how one breach of promise case came to be settled out of court. The man whose name was at the bottom of the check was the one who would have been the defendant but for the young lawyer's advice, and this is the story as it was told: The man in trouble had gone to the young lawyer because he had known him for some time and told his troubles; he had been indiscreet; he thought he loved her, but he found out several weeks too late that he was mis taken; no, he didn't want to marry her. but she persisted and he couldn't stand the ignominy of a threatened breach of promise suit; besides, he had written some exceedingly foolish let ters. Her family was very respectable and all that, and really there wasn't any objection, only he didn't like the girl. Iler family stood high in church circles, were very religious and she was a model girl. Then it was that the young law yer's natural-born genius asserted it self. "Let your beard grow for a week or ten days," said he. "Then put on some old clothes and muss them up. Go out and take a number of drinks. .Eat a lot of onions and limburger cheese, and then go up to the house. Don't wait for her to open the door, but rush in. or, better still, tumble in. Throw your arms around h®r and tell her she's the only girl you ever loved and insist- on getting married without a moment's delay and then let me know the re sult." The result was the $230 check and the letter. "Dear ," it read. "I am sorry to inform you that the wedding has been indefinitely postponed. After that little talk of ours I fixed up and carried out your instructions to the letter and a bit further. In place of a drink or two, T am afraid I got gloriously drunk. I managed to tumble over a chair as T entered the room. She said T was a drunken brute when I tried to hug her, and Ihen she said she was glad she had found me out before it was too late. I don't remember very much more, excepting that I went down the front steps a great deal faster than T went up. I have had all my letters and presents returned to me. Inclosed find a little remembrance, to be followed up when I see you on my return."—Mil waukee Wisconsin. The Same, lint Different. Commuler —When T first went to live in the country 1 pronounced the name of my house "Oakliu'-st cottage." Citiman—Well, how do you pronounce it now? "O Curst cottage."—N. Y. World.