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'.idiotio and irresnonsible and ought to be
("-.put in tin asylum rather than put to death,
the heroic counsel uttering these beautiful
'ywords: 'I speak now in the hearing of a
people who have prejudged theprisoner and
" condemned rae for pleading in his behalf.
He is a convict, a pauper, a negro without
intellect, sense or emotion. My child, with
an affectionate smile, disarms my care-worn
face of its frown wheneverl cross" my thresh
old. The beggar in the street obliges me to
give because he says 'God bless you!' as I
pass. My dog caresses me with fondness if
I will but smile on him. lily horse recog
nizes me when I fill his manger. "What re
"ward, what gratitude, what sympathy and
'affection can I expect here? There the pris
oner sits. Look at him. Look at the as
semblage around you. Listen to their ill
suppressed censures and their excited fears,
and tell me where among my neighbors or
xay fellowmen, where even in his heart I can
expect to find a sentiment, a thought, not to
say of reward or of acknowledgment, or
eTen of recognition? Gentlemen, you may
think: oi -this eTidence wnat yon please,
bring in what verdict you can, but I assev
erate before heaven and you that to the best of
my knowledge and belief the prisoner at the
bar does not at this moment know why it is
that my shadow falls on you instead of his
own.' The gallows got its victim, but the
post mortem examination of the poor creature
showed to all the surgeons and to all the
world that the public were wrong, and
"William H. Seward was right, and that
hard, stony step of obloquy in the Auburn
court room was the first step of the stairs of
fame up which he went to the top, or to
within one step of the top, that last denied
him through the treachery of American pol
itics. Nothing sublimer was ever seen in
an American court room than William H.
Seward, without reward, standing between
the furv of the populace and the loathsome
R ' imbecile."
dui uavy isn i laiouc, papa, juary in
terposed; "and I trust he couldn't find it in
his heart to murder anybody."
"O, I was led away into a reminiscence.
All I meant, so far as citing Seward's exam
ple to your young legal friend, was that if
he is going to become a lawyer he should
begin practice at home by steadfastly de
fending his badly behaved brother."
Murder not possible to Davy Mulford?
"We shall see.
The Thanksgiving missionaries spent a
week at Madawaska before something re
markable happened. Their visit to the
Pierson household was in itself enjoya
ble. Martha and Mary were delighted
in each other's company and Mr.
Pierson and Mr. Bernan got along
Bociably, tinder the amiable influence of
Sirs. Pierson and the young folk. The tac
iturn Pierson rather liked his clerical guest
alter getting acquainted with him, and the
two men went hunting and fishing together,
to the surprise of the residents, who had
never before known their richest neighbor to
be companionable. Bernanmet the Mulford
young men, too, and some of bis conversa
tions with the parties to the estrangement
were -aimed cautiously at reconciliation.
Mary exerted her influence gently and in
sidiously, too, and the mission might be said
to have met with no reverses, if it had not
made much progress. Bernan was a persua
sive talker, without being too assertive, and
his citations of Webster and Seward had an
effect on Arthur, while with Pierson he had
made a placatory impression. Only with
Davy the sullen, Davy the revengeful, had
he labored seemingly in vain; and even he
was impressed by tbe fact that, in conse
quence of Bernan's request, Pierson had not
prosecuted any charge against the young
nan for tbe assault committed months be
fore. There had been an arrest, and a re
lease on bail, with a view to indictment
later; but Pierson had somewhat reluctantly
consented not to go before the grand jury,
and so tbe matter stood.
"To-morrow," Bernan said to Mary one
evening, "I shall boldly propose to Mr.
'Pierson that he invite both his cousins to
Thanksgiving dinner. I shall, if he con
Bents, prepare Arthur to accept, and then
he, you and I will tackle Davy."
Before morning, however, something was
done by Davy which nobody had dared to
foretell.
That night Davy said to his brother, with
an indifferent air:
"There'll not be much of a moon to-night,
and I'd like to go out for a little deer shoot
ing. Lend me your gnn, will you?"
Something in Davy's manner had a sinis
ter meaning quite apparent to Arthur, who
said: "Why are you so industrious sud
denly?" "Oh, everything must have a beginning;
and 1 well, I leel like shooting some
thing." Arthur surveyed his brother attentively
as be said: "I know that Hank Pierson
went to Ogdensburg to-day, and will come
home to-night. Don't get any nonsense
into your head. To give him a good thrash
ing shonld satisfy you, but anything more
serious wouldn't do. Justice "never jests,
you know."
"And Hank doesn't mean it shall. I be
lieve he's gone to Ogdensburg to testify be
fore the grand j ury. But I'm not going to
shoot him. What are you thinking of? I
only feel ugly, and want to shoot a deer.
Will vou lend me the rifle yes or no?"
"Take it if you choose," said Arthur, his
laint suspicion removed.
Davy made sure that the gun was loaded,
drank a glass of whisky and went of whist
ling. IIL
A STABTLLNG EPISODE.
Soon afterward Arthur went to the post
office, which was an adjunct to the railroad
station, to inquire for letters ostensibly; but
he was open to the fair suspicion of intend
ing to meet Mary Bernan, for he knew that
she usually walked there with her father at
the time that the daily mail arrived. At
all events he did encounter them;' and
more tban that, he found himself face to
face with his cousin,Henry Pierson. Tnese
two had not spoken together since the will
of Job Andrews had embittered them. Pier
son stepped off tbe evening train on his re
turn from Ogdensburg, and alighted in the
very midst ot the trio in which Arthur
stood absorbedly conversing with Mary.
jPierson and Arthur would have ignored
each other, as usual, had not Mr. Bernan
boldly forced them to a tacit .recognition.
"And you two are cousins," he said
cheerily, "You don't look it!" Here both
mAn nlgnitpfl at flip Krtoator vcontf.11 ..
- though to silently reprove him for alluding
xo;ineir uncousimy conuuci; out ne was not
so maladroit as that, and he went on to say:
"Mr. Pierson you must be nearly, or quite,
twice,the age of Mr. Mulford." Now that
was meant to remind Pierson as the elder
that he might well make a first move toward
a reconciliation. "Are you not?" the peace
maker persisted.
"I suppose I am," was the somewhat re
lutant reply.
"You are nigh 25, 1 should say," and this
was addressed to Arthur.
"A little nearer that than to 26," was the
answer.
Now, the cousins had not addressed each
other, but they had spoken on a mutual
topic, and Mary silently rejoiced at even that
gain.
"Are you walking our way, Mr. Mnl
ford?" the diplomat continued as he slid his
own arm through Pierson's.
"xes, if Miss iiernan will permit," and
Arthur offered his arm to Mary, intending
to drop behind the others with her.
But she did not mean that the consinly
company should be avoided, so she took his
arm and her father's, too; so that they
walked four abreast down the road. Then
Arthur, desiring to be at least affable to
her, made a chance remark about her hat,
which happened to be a very becoming
one.
"All the millinery is better Tthan it used
to be," was Mr. Bernan's plunge into the
subject thus suggested. ''0, the dress,
manners and customs of society are improv
ing. This is going to be a better world to
live in. Take it all in all, it has vastly
improved. I know that there are people
who long for thejgood old times. They say,
'Just think of the pride of people at this
day! Just look at the ladles' hats!' Why,
there is nothing in the ladies' hats of to-dar
"Jto equal the coal-scuttle hats a hundred
Tears aro. Ther it. 'Jnst look at th nr
people dress their hairl' Why. the extremes!
yie oi to-oay wiu never equal toe topJ
knots which our great-grandmothers rolled
up with high combs that we would have
thought would have made our great
grandfathers die of laughter. The hair was
lifted into a pyramid a foot high.
On the top of that tower lay a rosebud.
Shoes of bespangled white kid andbeelstwo
or three inches high. Grandfather went out
to meet her on the floor with coat of sky
blue silk and vest of white satin embroi
dered with gold lace, lace ruffles around his
wrists and his hair falling in a queue. Oh,
modern hairdressers would stand aghast at
the locks of our ancestry."
"Bather frivolous, don't you think so?"
said Mary.
"Yes, indeed," responded Arthur.
"And what do vou think.JMr.,Pierson?"
and she made the antagonistic ends of the
line face each other by herself almost stop
ping still for a reply.
"I think so, too," he assented.
The cousins had caught each'other'a eyes,
and were at least participating in the same
general conversation.
"Tbey say our ministers are all askew,"
Mr. Betnan quickly resumed, "but just
think of our clergymen entering the pulpit
with their hair fixed up in the shape of one
of the ancient bishops. The great George
Washington has his horse's hoofs blackened
when about to appear on a parade, and
writes to Europe, ordering sent for the use
of himself and family one silver-laced hat,
one pair of silver shoebuckles. a coat made
of fashionable silk, one pair of gold sleeve
buttons, six pairs of kid gloves, one dozen
most fashionable cambric handkerchiefs,
besides ruffles and tucker. I once said to
my father, an aged man: "Are people so
much worse now than they used to be?"
He made no answer for a minute, for the
old people do not like to confess much to
the boys. But after awhile his eye twinkled
and he said: 'Well, the fact is that people
were never any better than they ought to
be.' "
Pierson and Arthur laughed in unison.
"I guess that's so," said Pierson.
"No doubt of it," said Arthur.
"O, papa thinks life is worth living now
adays," Mary chimed in.
"It all depends on the kind of life you
live," Mr. Bernan responded. "This life
has been to me, and is now a great happi
ness; and it the atheistic theory should be
true that annihilation comes after death,
and the sepulcher instead of being, as we be
lieve to be, simply the wayside inn where
we rest for a night and in the morning, fully
invigorated, we start out on grander jour
neving amid brighter prospects say. if the
sepulcher should be the abolition of body
and soul, i am nevertheless glad that I live
and that I live here, and that I live now.
Mr. Bernan had a cheerful way of utter
ing even solemn truths, and his talk, as the
strangely composed quartet walked along in
the deepening twilignt, was just suitable to
bringing the two cousins into a condition
favorable to the next day's proposal of a
j Thanksgiving reunion.
xnere nas been a great deal of wholesale
slander of this world," he said, as they
stood at the cross roads where Arthur was
to separate from the others. "People abuse
it, and the traveler on the mountain curses
the chill and the voyager on the deep curses
the restlessness and there are those who say
it is a mean, old, despicable world, and
from pole to pole it has been calumniated;
and if the world should present a libel suit
for all those who have slandered it, there
would not be gold enough in the mountains
to pay the damages, or places enough in the
penitentiaries to hold the offenders. The
people not only slander the world, but they
slander its neighbors, and they belabor the
sun, now because it is too distant; but by
experience coming up the hill of life I have
found out when there is anything wrong the
trouble is not with the sun, or the moon, or
the stars, or the meteorological conditions;
the trouble is with myself. Oh, I am so
glad that while this world as a finality is a
dead failure, as a hotel where we stop for a
little while in our traveling toward a better
place it is a very good world, a very kind
world, and I am glad to be in it."
The "good-nights" were exchanged be
tween Mr. Bernan, Mary and Arthur; and
then the latter, with an effort which the
darkness concealed, said:
"Good-night, Henry."
Thus the missionary work of the Bernans
so far as they had evidence found its first
decided success. Por a moment it was not
clear whether Pierson would accept or re
ject this overture toward reconciliation; and
when he did speak the voice sounded forced.
"I'd like to have a word with you,
Arthur."
The Bernans hardly knew whether to ex
pect friendliness from the interview, or a
renewed quarrel, but politeness compelled
them to leave their host, while they went on
to the house.
"You may tell Davy," said Pierson, when
he was alone with Arthur, "that I man
aged to-day to have the proceedings against
biin quashed. That was my errand to Og
densburg." Without another word he turned and
walked away, slowly away, making no re
sponse to Arthur's bewildered "Thank you."
Meanwhile Davy Mulford had, on setting
out gun in hand, walked first in tbe direc
tion of the woods, and then, making a turn
across tbe fields, gained the road which led
by a short way to tbe Pierson place. A
crescent moon was wandering among the
gray clouds and throwing intermittent
gleams. Davy absently watched awhile,
and then suddenly threw himself down
behind a pile of logs. A pedestrian
was hastening along the road, a man wear
ing a costume which Davy knew well as
the never varied one of Henry Pierson. The
man had five minutes before sent a message
of peace. Davy allowed him to get 40 feet
in advance, and then emerged from his hid
ing place, leaped out into the path, and be
gan to dog his steps, hastening or moderat
ing the pace in order not to lose sight of
him, without approaching too near.
If Davy had been questioned just then
as to bis purpose, he would have been verv
much embarrassed for a reply. He had no
definite idea; he only felt a savage joy in
thus following his unconscious enemy, and
in holding him in his power, within range
of his gun. He felt himself the master of
this man who had ruined all his hopes, and
that thought satisfied him for the present.
He could have marched thus all night.
without feeling any weariness. It was with
actual surprise that he recognized before
him the farmyard of his cousin. All at
once tbe silhouette of Pierson disappeared
from view behind the angle formed at this
point by a high stone wall, such as farmers
in stony regions often build instead of
fences. Davy quickened his pace, fearing
to lose his prey, and reached the corner.
He saw nothing before him on the dark
road, but he heard the sound of a gate at
the front of the inclosure as it creaked on
its hinges. Furious at this discomfiture he
waited a minute or two behind the wall,
and then climbed over. When at last he
was on the other side, within the inclosure,
he stood stupefied, holding his breath.
Close in front of him and motionless, under
a great tree, the large hat and coat of Pier
son were outlined in the faint light of the
moon. Besting upon his cane tbe hated
cousin seemed to be contemplating the hori
zon in the attitude of a farmer questioning
the sky to leam the prospects for the next
dav's weather.
Davy found nimself upon the winding
path which led to the house. In turning
Pierson would probably perceive him, and
would take alarm. His retreat was cnt off.
At the same moment a burst of anger rose to
his head as he saw there, close to him In the
solitary twilight, the cause of his unhappi
ness, the selfish miser whom he had always
detested, for whose downfall he had thirsted
ever since that infamous will, and who, he
thought, had that day worked for his Im
prisonment. In this access ot rage the
totally undisciplined Davy lost his self-control.
With a mechanical movement he
raised his gun, took aim and pressed the
trigger all without definite thought or real
deliberation. It was an action of wicked
impulse.
The report of the gun was followed by the
crash of broken wood as the figure of Henry
Pierson fell forward, bending and breaking
under him the stick on which he had been
leaning. The assassin heard not a single
dry, nor did be see a single convulsion agi
tating the body, which had fallen into the
growth of late oats that had not yet been cut
Death seemed to have come lite a thunder
bolt upon the unhappy man. Wild with
terror, Davy fled withont going sear his,
victim. He rushed through the gate, and
leaving it wide open, ran along the path and
soon arrived at home in a cold perspiration,
believing that he already heard behind him
the footsteps of avenging justice.
rv.
DATT ESCAPES ZZTDBES.
Arthur was awaiting his brother, who
kept out of the lamp light on entering, but
did not entirely conceal his agitation. With
a frightened guess at what had occurred,
Arthur took up the rifle, and examined it;
but Davy had reloaded if, and so it bore no
evidence of the shot that had been fired.
Ton didn't go hunting, after all?" Ar
thur asked.
"I hunted Hank,," Davy growled, "and
he'd have got what he deserved if I'd shot
him."
"No,.he wouldn't. He told me himself
that his errand to Ogdensburg to-day was to
quash all proceedings against you."
Daw had meant to confess to his brother
what he had done, and beg him to assist
him in avoiding detection; but this in
formation astounded him, and, in his mud
dled state, it seemed to debar him from re
posing confidence in Arthur. The conver
sation ceased. The brothers remained seat
ed side by side, silent and absorbed in their
thoughts. Arthur went to bed and to sleep.
Davy remained in his chair on the hearth,
his eyes wide open. At broad daylight he
was sitting there still. He had thought of
flight, and then had tried to cal-
culate the evidene
agatnst mm; but
"What's the use?
catch murderers? I
can never save my
his conclusion was:
Don't they always
know well enough I
head from the noose.
Better mak an end of
it all at once. I will confess the whole
thin? and make an end of it." Early in tbe
morning he heard a wagon stop in front of
the house, and that was followed by several
blows on the door. Arthur was still sleep
ing soundly, and Be did not awaken. Davy
went to the door.
"Is that you, David Mulford," said the
caller.
"Yes," replied Davy.
"Then I have a warrant to arrest yon.
Yon are summoned in regard to the Henry
Pierson affair."
Davy heard the fatal name of PJerson,and
did not doubt that the officer had come for
him on account of his last night's deed.
His previous assault, and the proceedings
following it, were for the moment forgotten.
"Here I am," he said, "arrest me. It was
I that did it,"
"What?" began the constable, who did
not understand the matter at all.
"I tell vou that it was I killed Hank
Pierson. That's all and you can take me
along." jt
The constable who arrested Davy Mul
ford understood the matter less than before
the prisoner's avowal that he had shot Henry
Pierson. He had brought a warrant which
set forth that Davy's bondsman surrendered
him in the assault case, but it made no men
tion of his having committed any new of
fense, 'and its service should have involved
Davy in no new trouble, for since its issue
the grand iurv had dismissed the case. At
the word "kill," the zealous constable's face
assumed the expression of a sportsman who,
hoving fired at a little bird on a tree, sees a
big one falling at his feet
"I don't know anything about your affair,"
he replied, "but you can come with me to
'Squire Thompson, and explain."
Davy went along submissively with the
constable, and Arthur knew nothing of his
sudden departure.
The Justice of the Peace began by declar
ing that the case of Pierson against Mulford
would come up before the County Court at
Ogdensburg in due time, and that, having
filed the accusation, he himself had nothing
more to do with it. But when the constable
observed that Pierson did not now complain
at all, but had been murdered, tbe 'Squire
listened. Davy said laconically that he had
killed Hank Pierson with one shot, the
night before, and that they would find the
body on the scene of the prime at the place
which he had described. In the presence of
this startling ease of murder the magistrate
assumed what is called, in elevated lan
guage, "the mask of the law," an expres
sion of official gravity proportionate to the
quality of the crime. After telegraphing to
the Coroner he sent tor a second constable,
placed the culprit between the two guards,
took the head of the procession, and started
on the road to the Pierson place.
Davy went along, as in a nightmare, over
the road that he had traversed the night
before in the footsleps of his victim. The
constables in silence kept close watch upon
him. By virtue of a single word this man,
who recently had a right to their protection,
had in an instant become their prey; and he
could read in their glances the immeasur
able gulf, the infinite distance separating a
future convict from an honest executor of
the law.
On reaching the premises, Davy saw 4b e
gate wide open, just as he had left it the
night before. As he entered the walled
field his eyes turned involuntarily to the
left, toward a large tree. At the foot of the
tree lay a form, half hidden by the oats.
The knees of the assassin bent under him,
and he leaned against he-wall, incapable of
going further. The 'Squire alone made his
way toward the object which he had already
perceived, and bent over it.
After a few seconds of examination, the
magistrate rose, with both hands pressed
against his sides in an attitude of abandon
ment, and bent almost double by a wild
hurst ot laughter, choking and hiccough
ing in a way that resounded cheerfully
through the still morning air. The con
stables looked at each otber in amazement,
but the paralyzed Davy was apathetic. One
constable quitted him enough . to join the
Justice, and likewise burst into a tremen
dous laugh. The second, feeling that the
situation was relaxing, and that his duty
was no longer serious, also abandoned the
the prisoner, joined his comrade, and took
tbe part of chorus. Davy leit with his now
bewildered brother saw in this strange scene
only a new form of the nightmare weighing
upon him. In his state of mind, nothing
could be more diabolical than these three
men: 'Squire Thompson, with his shrill
laugh, and the constables with their broad
guffaws. Haggard and terror-striken Davy
contemplated them, while his hair nearly
rose on end, and the sweat poured down his
face. Still, laughter being the most 'in
fectious of all human phenomena, the feat
ures of the assassin soon contracted into an
epileptic grimace, a shrill crow issued from
his throat, he laughed yes, even he, while
cold fear was freezing the very marrow in
his bones; he felt himself going mad.
"Come here, you idiot!" cried one of the
constables to him.
The sound of this voice recalled him to
himself. He advanced trembling, and, by
a supreme effort of will, looked down at his
feet. Immediately an abrupt revolution
took place in his feelings. He, too, began
to laugh for joy, as men sometimes instinc
tively laugh w'beu they have just escaped a
great danger. His victim, prostrate under
the tree was one of those scarce-crows which
are set up in grain fields to Keep off the
sparrows. Henry Pierson, thrifty soul, had
carefully dressed the effigy in his own super
annuated garments. The staff which sup
ported this one was broken. While looking
mechanically at this stick Davy had one
more shudder, for the splinters ot the wood J
showed clearly that the accident was due to
a gunshot This detail was sufficient proof
that the adventure ot the previous night was
not merely a bad dream.
He realized that Pierson musthaverapidly
gone to the house, while he himself had been
climbing tbe wall, and delaying behind the
imitation man. If the 'Squire had under
taken a closer inspection of the staff, he
would have seen the trace of the shot upon
it; but in his utter surprise, and in his con
viction that he had been made the victim of
a practical joke, he did not dream of pursu
ing the investigation. This functionary was
the first to regain his gravity, and put on an
appropriate expression of mingled dignity
and wrath, but still of irresistible ammse
ment "Will you let. us know all about this
freak?" he said with severity.
Davy looked at him with a dull air. but
gave no other response than an' idiotio
laugh. His amazement had not yet worn
off. The magistrate supposed that the-jester
was presuming upon his success.
Davy," said he, "yoa will hare to an-
wprwuiQi&wiort&isjose. xt .mail aerer j
it. i . r - .. 1
TBE ' EMSimLDISPAT
be said that people can fool with me as a
Justice of the Peace. You Bhall hear from
me again," and he went off with a lofty
stride, and with visible efforts to regain
that oeffiial gravity which his outburst of
hilarity bad compromised in the eyes of the
constables.
Those officials once more began to laugh,
and to grow familiar with the late crimi
nal. "How well he did it," said one, "any
one would have thought he'd murdered his
father and mother."
"He'd have taken in the Sheriff himself.
To look at him ten minutes ago, I wouldn't
have ?iven 2 cents for his neck."
I)a.Yj laughed, too, but rather hysteric
any, ana not oecauso no uau unguilty in
creased his reputation as a practical joker.
He was wild with joy because the tragedy
had turned to farce selfishly, on account
of his sudden extrication from peril; but
also because the awful crime had not been
committed after all.
V.
THE THANKSGIVING DIHNEB.
When the holiday of national Thanks
giving came, and the table in the Pierson
house was set -forth with Thanksgiving fare,
the brothers Mulford sat along with the
Bernans as guests of the Piersons. Yes.
The mission had been a complete success, so
far as appearances indicated; and when the
Bev. John Bernan asked the divine bless
ing upon the repast, he spoke with heart
felt thanksgiving in his voice. He had
brought the cousins together in amity. He
could not fail to see that Davy was ill at
ease, but he hoped to make him sociable be
fore the meal was over, helped by the gentle
winsomeness of Mrs. Pierson, Martha Pier
son and Mary, all of whom had used their
influence for a wees: to successfully, convert
Henry Pierson into the willing host of the
occasion.
As to Arthur, he beamed on everybody,
and talked in a jolly fashion, though his
best attention was paid to Mary, who had a
chair next to his. He was delighted when
the talk turned upon the tourists who
visited the Adirondacfcs, and Mr. Bernan
disparaged the dandies for was he not far
removed from foppishness? And was he
not, therefore, eligible to become a son-in-.
law to this condemner of fops?
"If there it any man in the community
that excites my contempt," said Mr. Ber
nan, "It is the soft-handed, soft-headed lop
who, perfumed until the air is actuallyjick,
spends his outing in taking killingatti
tudes, and waving sentimental adieus, and
talking infinitesimal nothings, and finding
his heaven in the set of a lavender kid
glove. Boots as tight as an inquisition, two
hours of consummate skill exhibited in the
tie of a flaming cravat, his conversation
made up of abs, and ohs, and he-hees. It
would take 00 of them stewed down to make
a teaspoonful of calf 's-foot jelly."
Now, Arthur feh himself free of all these
characteristics, and accordingly construed
the remark as jnst so much commendation.
"0, but men do not abstain from millinery
and elaboration of skirt through any su
periority of humility. It is only because
such appendages would be a blockade to
business. There are men who buy expensive
suits ot clothes and never pay tor them, and
who go through the street in great stripes of
color like animated checker-boards, and
suggest to one that, after all, a convict in
prison dress may have got out
of the penitentiary. Then there
are multitudes of men who, not satisfied
with the bodies the Lord gave them, are
padded so their shoulders shall be square,
carrying aronnd a small cotton plantation.
And I understand a great many of them
now paint their eyebrows and their lips:
and I have heard from good authority that
there are multitudes of men in New York
men things have got to snch an awful pass
multitudes of men wearing corsets!"
Again Arthur felt praised, inferentially
at least, and he at once resolved to ask for
Mary's hand before the day was over. So
he did, and successfully.
Bnt there were important proceedings
right there at the table. When the eating
was over, and there seemed nothing more to
do but push back the chairs, Henry Pierson
cleared his throat with an "ahem!" and
said:
"I am very glad we are together at this
dinner. I am glad to have you Arthur
and Davy visiting in this house again.
We can thank Mr. Bernan and Miss Mary
tor it. xncy ve mane peace between us.
But there is something I ought to do, and
I'm going to do it. The property that Uncle
Joblettme itshouldn'thavecometome. He
ought to have divided it up. That's what I
have made up my mind to do. O, I don't
mean to give it all to you boys. I shall
keep a third for Martha, and a third Bhall
go to yon, Arthur, and a third to you,
Davy. That is all I have to say."
That was astonishing to the whole com
pany, for Mr. Pierson had not breathed his
purpose to a human soul.
"If I am to be a lawyer I ought to be able
lo make a speech." said Arthur, "but
but " and ho stammered helplessly, "I
thank you, Henry, anyhow. I will use the
money to establish myself in my profession,
and some time I may be eloquent enongh to
thank you properly. You Mr. Bernan
can't you say some something for me?"
The clergyman always needed a text for
no matter how brief a bit of discourse, and
he naturally found it in the will that had
caused the estrangement
"There is one estate which, in all our
cases," he said, "I hope we shall leave to
our children an estate not mentioned in
last wills and testaments a vast estate of
prayer and example and Christian entreaty
and glorious memory. The survivors of a
family gathered to hear the will read, and
this was to be kept and that was to be sold,
and it was share and share alike. But
there was an unwritten will that read some
thing like this: 'In the name of God, amen.
I, being of sound mind, bequeath to my
children all my prayers for their salvation;
I bequeath to them all the results of a life
time's toil; I bequeath to them the Chris
tian religion, which has been so much
comfort to me, and I hope may be
solace for them; I bequeath to them a hope
of reunion when the partings of life are
over; share and share alike may they have in
eternal riches. I bequeath to them the wish
that they may avoid my errors and copy
anything that may have been worthy. In
the name of the God who made me, and the
Christ who redeemed me, and the Holy
Ghost who sanctifies me, I make this my
last will and testament Witness, all ye
hosts ot Heaven. Witness, time, witness
eternity. Signed, sealed and delivered, in
this, our dying hour, uatner and Mother.
That will not be proved at the Surrogate's
office, but kept in the alcoves of the heart"
Davy Mulford had been silent since his
cousin s announcement Now all eyes in
voluntarily turned on him as a gasping sigh
escaped from his lips.
"What do you want to say, Davy?" his
brother encouragingly asked.
"I want to say," he slowly replied, "that
I can't take anything from Cousin Hank
before I own up to what I meant to do
to him. It was no joke when I shot tbe
scarecrow. I thought I was firing at Hank
himself."
He made a full and abject confession, and
begged forgiveness, which Pierson accorded,
for the Thanksgiving spirit swept every
thing before it. There was a family re
union such as no such assemblage often
equals for deep emotion, and it was no won
der that blacksheep Davy was humbly glad
to be in-the flock.
"You have all heard the story of Paradise
and the Peri," said Mr. Bernan. "An angel
went forth from heaven and searched all tbe
earth to find some beautiful thing worthy of
celestial transportation. The angel went
down to the gold and silver mines of the
earth, yet found nothing worthy of
carrying back to God and to
heaven. And then the angel went
down to the depths of the sea
and examined all the pearls that lay there,
but not one of them was fitto take to heaven;
and the angel, utterly discouraged and de
spairing, stood at tbe toot of a mountain and
folded its wings, when looking a little ways
off it saw a wanderer weeping over his evil
ways; and as the tears were falling down the
cheek of that wanderer, the angel thrust iu
wing under the falling tear and captured it
and then aped away toward the sky, and as
Boa saw the angei aying Heavenward with
was wv apea va wise, wta m wsj
.1 . .. -a. r Ai-j . .
'Behold the brightest jewel of heaves, the
tear of a sinner's repentance!' "
This time the clergyman had found his
text in the tears which he saw in Davy's
eyes.
THE EHD.
"copyrighted, 1889. All rights reserved.
SUNDAY THOUGHTS
-ON-
BY A CLEBGYMAN.
iWBrrrxir ron. thx dispatch. J
Many of our readers have, no doubt, read
the book in which Mr. Bellamy describes
the condition of Boston in A. D. 2000. It is
remarkable, not because of any special orig
inality, for its ideas should seem to have
been borrowed from the "Utopia" of Sir
Thomas Moore; nor for its literary style, in
which it is every day surpassed by books
that are still-born; but on account of its sur
prising popularity over 100,000 copies hav
ing been already sold.
Why? If not through its originality, and
if not on acconnt of any special charm of
treatment, then why has it found so many
readers? Unquestionably because It deals with
a throbbing issucviz., the great labor question.
Mr. Bellamy's remedy for existing evils is
communism. He paints his Boston of the year
200U (preciousnear at hand, by the by) In commu
nistic colors. But this is a remedy tried and
disproved. The Shakers aro communists, and
they have 12 settlements in the Bute of New
York and in New England. None of these
have anticipated tbe millennium. They have
assigned to men the useful occupation for
which they were most competent, nave pro
vided'each member with a comfortable and as
sured Hying, soma have become wealthy, bit
they have not stimulated invention, or pro
moted intellectual life, or produced a high type
of manhood or womanhood, or erected grand
public buildings. Tbey nave produced a con
ceited, self-snfflcient company, sharp in bar
gains,lacking in active human sympathy, which
Has lived a stagnant or semi-stagnant intel
lectual and moral life. Mr. Bellamy will have
to look further for a panacea,
thing Our Talents.
It li an established law of the divine calling
tbat the usb of an intrusted talent entitles the
holder of it to more talents, while its neglect or
abuse Inevitably works its final forfeiture.
Thus in the parable the five talents became
ten, and tbe two became four; while tbe one
talent, the buried and untradedupon talent
was withdrawn from tbe excuseless ill-user.
How about onr talents? Are they wrapped
up in napkins, shelved in the cupboard, hung
up in tbe closet never aired, or only brought
out once a week, for Sunday? Is tbe talent out
at large interest, and bringing 10 per cent for
the glory of God and the help of menT Whichf
Better find out about this before the Lord
comes to demand his one with usury.
How to French.
As to how to preach, a busy city pastor offers
tbe following homlletical suggestions.
L Have something to say.
2. 8ay it.
8. Quit
A Grand Chorea Event.
The recent Boman Catholic celebration at
Baltimore was brilliant as a pageant and im
portant as an event It emphasized the ad
vancement of 100 years the expansion of the
acorn of 1789 into tbe stalwart oak of 1889 the
development of a few thousands into seven or
eight millions. It also gave the latin Church
an opportunity to pronounce itself upon some
of the important questions ot tbe hour, which
it did conservatively but decidedly. It stands
in the great centers of population as a mighty
bulwark of law and order. In the religious
harness, some of the denominations are like
the traces: this body is like the breachimr. A
complete harness includes both.
Living Ai We Star.
Listen this morning to a short sermon out of
church on "Living As We Sing," by the Bv.
Golden Bnle:
Deablt Beloved Bbethesn At the last
prayer meeting which you and I attended we
sang Tory lustily:
Bare I mast fight If I would reign,
Increase my conrage, Lord;
I'll bear the toll, endnre the pals,
Supported by Thy word.
You remember it do you not? And when the
pastor said that tbe meeting was in the hands
of tbe brethren," and urged us all to take pare
you and I sat there like graven images, simply
because, as you expressed it so tersely, jou
didn't want to run the risk of making a fool ot
yourself before the others: in short, because
we were afraid of a few Christian neighbors
we allowed the meeting to drag, and, so far as
wo were concerned, our Lord went without a
witness. And yet we had jnst exclaimed that
"we must fight if we would reign." 'Why, we
didn't dare even to open our lips, to say nothing
of fighting. In that same meeting we also
sung:
It may not be my way,
It my not be Thy way:
Ana yet in His own way
lue Lord will provide.
And then we went home ancflay awake all
night over tbat bad bill whereby we lost a hun
dred dollars, as though we should certainly
come to the poor house in consequence.
Last Sunday morning just before the mis
sionary sermon was preached, we sung right
lustily:
"Were the whole realm of nature mine
Tbat were a present far too small;
Love so amazfnjr. so divine.
Demands mv soul, my life, myall.
Then when the contribution was taken up we
felt around in tbe bottom of our trousers
pockets for a small piece of money, and each
put into the box a 25-ceat piece.
In an evening meeting we joined In singing :
Boeak gently to tie yonnj, for they
Will have enough to bear;
Fa through this life as best they may,
Tis full of anxious care.
Then we went home and stormed like lunatics
at little Johnny for having broken a pane of
glass with his baseball, and at Mary for tearing
ber dress in the apple tree.
Now tbe question is, which is true of us, what
we sing or what we do? It is all well enongh to
sing tbeso sentiments, hut it is a great deal bet
ter to live them. As for the preacher, be is
quite ashamed of bimself, and has resolved to
make his life more ot a song by living more
nearly as he sings.
High and Low License.
With reference to the relative value of high
and low license as restrictive methods of deal
ing with the liquor traffic, read, mark, leam,
and inwardly digest the following figures:
Taking 79 leading cities in ths United States
we find tbat tbe total population of those
which have adopted high license is 4,755,000,
while that of those which indulge In low
license is 4857.000 a substantial equality of
numbers. Tbe total number of arrests is 218,
000 for the former, and 230,000 for the latter.
Tbe total number of arrests for drunkenness
and disorderly conduct is 121,877 forthe former,
and 12279 for tbe latter. Omitting San Fran
cisco, tbe remaining 37 low license cities have
about double the number of saloons as the
high license cities, but have 10,000 fewer arrests
for drunkenness. Tbe conclusion is obvious
tbat high license does greatly reduce the
number of saloons, but does not appreciably
lessen the amount ot drunkenness.
Bandar Sermoactte.
Be a worker not a spurter. If you take hold,
keep bold. The plodding student surely sur
passes tbe spasmodlcgenius, at school, in busi
ness, in the cburcb, and will beat in the race to
heaven. Fray for the grace of continuance.
What do we mean when we pray "forgive us
our debts as we forgive our debtors?" Do we
want Oo'd to take us literally? If He should
bow much would He forgive?
EVKBT church needs three Q's grace, grit
and greenbacks. God will supply the grace if
-we ask Him: the minister should supply tbe
grit and it is tbe part of the congregation to
supply the greenbacks.
ITIE good that men do may be interred with
tbeir bones, remarks a ootemporary, but tbe
cofllns of some men are not crowded.
Ths Creator must lova fan or else He would
never have made the monkey.
Or all the essences, the devil best lovee
acquiesence.
An SagltekVabody.
Detroit Tree Preu.i 5
A guid wife went inscVbookseller's shop
ae day and she said to the bookman: "Haa
ye ony sehule books?" "Yes, mem," quo'
he, "I hae gat cartloads 0' them: what kind
o' a ane do ye want?" "I want,'' quo' she'
"Sill's Grammar." "Te're. Scotch," quo
hf.
Yes," qao' she. "And is your gakl
wSeotei?" "Na." ate' the: "he's
Ti .i. Mi
mrj wihj if iummbi?- a
if
GOTHAM'S SNOBLETS.
Clara Belle Describes These Append
ages of Society Known as tbe
LITTLE BROTHERS OP THE RICH.
A Brave Woman Who Intends to Join an
Arctic Expedition.
HOTEL ADAPTATIONS OF TILS 0AMEA
icdsszSroirnxKCE or the dispatch.)
Ne-w Toek, November 23, 1889.
-nxi acutely mod
ish girL In New
York may ride
alone in a coupe
at any time of
night without
breaking the fra
gile rules of pro
priety, if only the
driver on the box
be the family
coachman. It was
not so until very
lately. She might
go out shopping or
callingby daylight
with no carriage
companion, but
after dark she was
forbidden to make the shortest trip on
wheels, no matter how safely inclosed, all
alone by her own self. They used to tell it
ot a wary father of a frisky belle that, hav
ing to stnd her in a close carriage one even
ing to the house of a friend, he sealed the
door shut, as though it had been an official
envelope, to be broken only at the end of the
drive. As that same girl has since eloped
with a forbidden wooer, it seems that par
ental caution was of no avail. Presumably
it was against invasion, and not escape,
however, that usage demanded a chaperone
for the McAllister maiden when out in a
carriage at night
Bnt we in New York are not apt to let
customs stale, and so we have or tbe winter
made it an unwritten law that the coachman
may serve as a chaperon. He must be a
genuine employe of the family, and not a
man hired with the equipage from a public
stablej he must he a sedate and middle-aged
fellow in fall livery; and he must impress
ively escort hii charge betwixt curbstone
and portal whenever she enters or ouits the
house of her visit The innovation is sanc
tioned by several of "our best families,"
and is therefore bound to be generally ac
cepted. Who knows but the next advance
toward freedom of action for my sex may be
permission to go to the theaters unattended,
save to the entrance by the chaperoning
coachman.
THE LITTLE. SHOBLET.
Well, none of us girls wishes, I am sure,
to embolden obr conduct; yet a relaxation
of really unreasonable restrictions would be
welcome. Some of these are mere snobbish
ness, and we ought to despise snobs and
their foolery. The snob is of either sex and
all ages, but if yoa wish a specimen it is as
well to begin at the beginning and choose a
little one. A carriage drives up to a Fifth
avenue mansion at the time of a fine even
ing occasion, and the smallest of snobs
alights. Behold him, as attired in flannels
he crawls lazily into the portals, too fatigued
to go- faster. A single glass in his half
closed eye, the odor of brandy and soda per
fumes the air. What is the purpose of thie
little snob? Why is he? What aim and
end in existence does he serve? The ques
tion is answered in a minute or two. A
great lady of the New Bich contingent
aweeos down the staircase, her matchless
riviere of diamonds flashing as she moves.
Behind her, nearly submerged ia the tulle
(Waves of her spangled dress, comes the wee
little snobbie, staggering under the1 weight
of a huge bouquet Itis asaboquet bearer,
therefore, tbat tbe little parasite excels.
Our society, keenly alive to the ridiculous,
has designated tbe coterie of which this
snoblet is a tvpe, "The Little Brothers of
the Bich."
See this estimable woman wildly waltz
ing! A few short years ago she passed her
days between the nurserv and a quiet drive
with her husband. Her evenings were
spent by the domestic hearth, or at an occa
sional concert, a Tare play or a reception
that formed an event in 'her monotonous
existence. She made her children's clothes
and fashioned her own bonnets. She liked
her friends for what they were, not what
tbev possessed. And although she did not
realize it
SHE WAS HAPPY.
All at once she found herself elevated to
great wealth, and the dweller in a mansion
in Fifth avenue. Mrs. Dollarsandcents
graduated from the hands of dressmakers,
from the coffers of the jewelers into the
rank of the Four Hundred. Surprised at
finding herself there, uncertain how long
she was going to stay, insecure in the social
saddle and yet determined to take every
fence in her path, she realized that the first
thing to be done was to rid herself of her
old acquaintances, a few oi whom would
insist on cropping up. Certainly it was
painful, but had to be done, and finally
when Mrs. Dollarsandcents cut a friend
from whom she had accepted a wedding
present in the old days . there
could be no doubt whatever about it, she
had taken her degree in snobbery and was
past mittress in tbe black art of ingratitude.
There is, however, no royal road to snob
bery. Disagreeable tasks must be per
formed, and the path is strewn with thorns
that leads to the temple inscribed, "I am
better than thou." Thank goodness, the
snobs are a small minority, and a lady is a
lady, or a woman isn t a lady, according to
her own conduct
It was in the private parlor of a fashion
able hotel. The mistress of the suite had,
just received a new bonnet from a milliner
and the open box was on the table when
several friends called, one of whom was an
acknowledged admirer. The bonnet was
espied at once; the lady not unwillingly
yielded to the call to try it on; its perfect
tast and becomingness were commented on
till the owner's fair face flushed and sparkled
with gratified vanity. Suddenly she sum
moned her maid, and, with a wicked smile,
unsuited to beautifnl lips, gave the aston
ishing order: "Lucille, go ask Mrs. X. if
she wjll let me see, just for a moment, her
last bonnet with my compliments."
"You'll not get that bonnet," laughed one
of her friends.
' v,Oh, yes, I wilL X. is immensely oblig
ing, and we are prodigious friends."
The maid quickly returned and actually
brought a box with "Zi madam's complee
menz," The borrowed bonnet was then ex
hibited with more wicked smiles, shrugs and
grimaces, which eloquently expressed the
lady's opinion of her dear friend's taste.
The bonnet iQ truth, was not a thing of
beauty, but one could see that it was im
mensely expensive. When the vivacious
lady, however, flushed with the praises of
her own taste aud beauty, placed the com
bination of velvet, feathers and lace over the
fluffy head of her poodle and filled the suite
with peals of mocking laughter, even her
admirers forced the smile that responded to
her ill-timed mirth. Happily, she had the
grace to make the play a short one, but when
Lucille was recalled to return tbe bonnet
with tbe meaningless thanks of her mistress,
it was evfdent that there had been, beyond
the portiere, one appreciative witness of the
unbecoming performance.
I A LADY, INDEED.
Not all our pretty women, however, are
of this stamp. A trained nurse tells this
pleasing story. She was called to the Cats
kills last summer to attend a typhoid
patient, whose beautiful young bride shared
with her the care of her husband through
the long illness that followed. The nurse
was treated with the courtesy and considera
tion bestowed on aa equal ia toe social
Is, and when she patit wea soavaliicsat
was tavitea M mm. a panrttra
XMMMS M M tjUHMM
WSPSM
f 3iCv niL lie
YrvV VI m ill
it kmJt
iiy
setis girl of the finest grade, asd the yoth
fal sea pie had the penetratloa to reeegBlse
their kiasaip of mind and taste. Tot three
hliwfal wm& she read and conversed with
intelligent people on an equal footing. She
almost forgot that she was a nurse, and that
she spent two-thirds of her life as a servitor
in the houses of the Four Hundred. Soon
after her return to town her lihrarv was en
riched by a dozen or more valuable hooks,
sent with expressions of esteem and
friendship by her new friends, 2Ir.
and Mrs. Morris, who were just setting out
for a tour round the world as a supplement
to their interrupted bridal trip. So one
rich and beautiful young woman is down ia
the nurse's hooks as a type of what we
could, wish were more often seen the
avowed lady.
Woman is booming. Why, it is only SO
years since Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, who
calls herself the grandmother of the medi
cal women, took her degree. What changes
has she not seen in that half century?' Now
the people "who object to lady doctors are
few and far between; but CO years ago th'ey
were a mighty host, and the pioneers of tbe
movement might well have trembled before
them. To-day the medical schools for
women in this city are crowded with eager
and enthusiastic students; and the fear is
that the profession will soon become over
stocked. THE ADVANCE OP -WOJCAH-.
Mrs. Blackwell has written a letter to
President Ella Dietz, of Soros's, and I am
permitted to tell tbat she pointed out how
the intellectual training which women have
to undergo (q enable them to follow medi
cine as a profession, fends, if legitimately
pursued, -to give enlarged efSeiendy to moral
tendencies; the compound structure of the
human being, soul , as" well as the body, re
quiring the recognition of this fact in every
department of tbe art of healing. The
mention of SorosTs reminds ma of Informa
tion tbat thewome-reflndia'seeiatd be
advancing witbJeaps aad bounds. A club
for their nse ,and benefit has just been
opened In Bombay, called "The Sorosis,"
and its president is Miss Manockjee
Cursetjee. This Sorosis, however, is not
intended for mere relaxation aid amuse
ment It has several distinct and excellent
objects. They are to train women to work
in organized bodies; to encourage and
strengthen its members in the love of study,
both for its own sake and as a means of
advancement; to promote the study or tbe
lives and deeds ot those in the past and
present, who have aided. in the elevation of
the sex to its present position ia the world,
and to establish a means of direct commu
nication between the literary women of
India, Baglaad and America.
I chanced to mentionthese things to Judge
Daly, the eminent President or the New
York Geographical Society.
"To tbe ever-increasing list of new em
ployments Jor women," he said, "I suppose
we shall soon have to add that of Acrtio ex
ploration. It is announced that the intrepid
Dr. Nausea will stake another attempt, two
years hence, to reach the North Pole, and
that his wife has resolved to accompany
him. Your sex nowadays seems so fully
determined to recognize no sort of pursuit
as the exclusive province ot man, that I
suppose I shall run tbe nsk of being de
nounced as old-lasbioned, if I venture to
urge the obvious consideration that the
delicate organization of women mast neces
sarily disqualify her for the endurance of
such hardships and privations as are in
seoarable from enterprises of this nature.
Everyone, of cearse, will honor Mrs. Nan
sea for her remarkable courage, and I ass
perfectly willing to confess that I should be
as proud as the most enthusiastic champion
of equality ot sex if a woman were included
in the first party that actually reached ths
North Pole. At the same time, X cannot
help earnestly hoping that the action of the
famous explorer's wife will Bot induce
others of her sex to follow her courageous
but harsh example."
Bnt if a woman starts for the North Pole,
Judge, depend oa it she will melt her way
there.
KW USES FOE TlfE KODAK.
It shall no longer be said that woman's I
brain is sot inventive. I hereby provide I
the disproof, and mv oririasJ devises ar InM
tBeiiaeoramatear, pnetegrapay.. xkere is
hardly a fashioaabkt house in New York
where we fail to meet' the young naaa who,
without a word of warning, helps himself to
an instantaneous pot trait of us; and we can
not spend an evening with a friend but that
the mistress announces to us, ia the tone of
of Lucre tia Borgia, "Ladies and gentlemen,
you have all been photographed." Re
sistance would be useless, aad whatever
may be our disinclination to see ourselves
reproduced with a sincerity' tee often un
flattering, the best thing- to be dene is to let
it pass wi th a smile, for a grimace might
only aggravate the condition of the victims.
The progress of amateur photography has
been rapid, aad ay inventions seek to
utilize It I have planned' a photographia
revolver, aa iastaataaeoas apparatus whose
name indicates its farm. It suffices to press
the trigger, on sightiag a person, in order
to obtain aa instantaneous portrait I con
sider it useless to enumerate the advantages'
which this weapon has for a revival of
dueling. Very soon we may read such
items as this: "la consequence ofa differ
ence ot opinion between Mr. X. and Mr.
Z., a meeting was agreed apea. The weapon
chosen was the photographic revolver.
Two portraits were exehaaged.withoat fatal
results."
I also propose a paotegraphie shotgun,
which will bring the. sport of hunting with
in reach of the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals. Naturally, the mere
existence of Hw beast's portrait on the plate
will show that the shot has reached the
mark, and the sportteau's vanity whieh is
the. real source of the love of hunting will
he satisfied withe at the shedding of blood.
In ease of the fish line, one can simply re
place the files, or angle worms, by a tiny
camera, which the jerking-of the fish will
brine into actios. The nortraks thus ob
tained wjll have the advantage of preserv
ing toeir xreesavse mes fifer tnaa tae
original, evsa ia the hottest-weather.
XK BUSOTB86 ASD 80CIETT.
Undoubtedly the Instantaneous camera
will show eqaally important adapta
tions to the needs of city life. For example,
you arabnsy fa your ofiee. The boy an
nounces that a strange lady wishes to speak
to von.
"Is she yene.adelMrming?"yo would
like to ask, ifytha question did not pnt veu
alterafaeekw at the mercy of the lad,
whose ideas of feminine beauty may net
eoiaeide with yoars.
To obviate the difficulty yoa supply to
him a ssssll camera, with directions to aim
it discreetly at all persons who ask te see
you. This is much mere satisfactorr than
the old-fashioned peep-bole, with whieh,
aowever, it zaay ne combines 11 aeeirw..
The vhetecraTjhie piano, which takes a
pietare every five mfnutes of the guests sar
ronadiag if, -will cause a fdror la seeiety
this winter. In the sapper room a pho
tographic register, usually concealed at the
base of an epercue, will permit the heat to
see if thirsty guests abase their arivileaes.
It is always a good idea for the mistress of
tne house to nave soma information ea this
subject People of Celebrity are always a
prey to the amateur photographer; and ia
the hope of abridging their sufferings I pro
ject aa ingenious apparatus whieh. while
photographing the subject writes atthe feet
of tlweard a flattering inscription. Isheald
also mention the millinery camera, which
takes the picture of every person to whom
the wearer of a hat or bonnet bews. On
goiag hone it is saffieieat to eemptre with
one's album the proefe there obtained' ia
order to recall the people wheat one has
met This is very- valuable to these who
have nsaay aeanalatanees aad a short
memory. Cxjuu. Bkllx.
JsMlttn Sliver Tirtet,
faiTiatawasV 8a4rK.l
Man is never satisfied, aer weesaa eitherj
The gsatMeaiisa ef eae dssfae creates a
doaeasaere. Whan, a wesaia gees a pair of
new gleves. she weralry wanes a drsskhsa?
"Mt, shoes aadeoat to seatoa.
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IT SUMMER COlIEl;
Preparing for tbe Heated TeraBaT
tag the Chill Blasts of Wiitcr.
1 MODEL COUHTfir "lESIBMCl.
With a Wide Teranda and
Cheerful flail.
A CHIP BUT IMPOSlire BTSTICTf :
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In midwinter the designer of dwelllaga?
and the proposing builder must' consider.'-,
plansfor the heated term. TherafisYmeMif
comfort, probably, in a cottage like the oaal
uiuiuauig wu arucie tban in aay.otheM
j-isooorsaaa winaows entice everyway-j
ward breeze tbat blows. Its wide,veraa
provides xor outdoor life, ahdltsj
jikb uuj mui urepiace, ja cneern
iui place 01 retreat during as
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JPptpecUve View.
of weather. Viewed "broadside on" this
cottage presents quite an imposing appear
ance. Below will be found a condensed, descrip-,
tion:
Size of structure: Front (width), 17 feet)
9 inches, not incln'n" vranda; depth M
feet 9 inches', including veranda. , j.
Height of stories: iuut, 6 feet 6 iacheT,
first itorv, 8 feet 6 Inches; second tery;i
ftet ' 1 Jm
Materials for exterior walls: ToaadMea,V-
0.VUW. ..... .v.j, .....fuw ..., -ww vnw.-r'
and gaoies, square duk saingies; usees,", ,
shingles.
Exterior eeJeri: All clapboards aad'
shingles on uue walls aad gables, gray; all
trim, white; reef shingles', oiled; veranda
floor and ceiling, oiled.
Interior finish: Bough brown plaster
tinted, and'yellow pine trim. r
Aceonutwdations: All tne rooms a,-.
their sises, closets, etc., are shown by thet,' 5
plans givea aerewitn. xsemae tnese were ujyi
a eellar under the whole house, aad storage
reeariatneattie. au etiy-noase convea-
leases are provided. .
Bpeciaieatures: aiyia at exterior, eeieav
ial. aOpea timber eeiliag ia hall and diay '
lag ream. A more deseriaaiva asaw for the.
hall weald he living xeeei- Xvery ream may
have the most thorough veatilaUea. t
Cast, with "plaak" fwsat. K.000; with
balloon frame, at,M. "Pfcwk" iraae.ra-t-
quires somewhat lees material aad labor; i
appearaaee it is quite aa-aaj to bailee?
frame. As aeaa-llv ball a small fn
heaee will bear 3 tieaee tfca we-it-kt that is J
nasally req sired ef it Tiaak framing sa
nMeasasaa e tat Maeeeesary saeagsa.
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, la Alter Sam.
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