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SECOND PART.
UMBREL
LA INSURERS
A Patent Upon Handles That
TMeyes Vould Discard.
NEW IDEAS FOR UNCLE SAM
Splendid Water-Shed Handles
Ben and Other Notables.
for
BLAINE, EEED AND IKGALLS IN IT
C0BES6POSDKSCE OF THE DI6PATCII.
Washen-gtoit, Feb
ruary 7. A tail, spare
old gentleman has been
seen during die past
few stormy days in the
gallery of the House
and strolling up and
down the corridors, al
ways carrying an um
brella, no matter
whether General
Greely's wea
ther was fair or
foal. Save that
his hair and
aide - whiskers
were snow-white
he looks very
much like Rev.
T. DeWitt Tal
mage. His um
brella is, how
ever, more no
ticeable and
noteworthy than
himself. As he
swings it idly in
his long, bony
hand, or leans
upon it while
Gen. Harrison's Utnbrtlla.
sitting in the gallery, looking down on the
frenzied ecene below, it attracts attention.
It is of silver, but its
shape is its peculiarity; that
is neither round nor square,
convex nor concave not like
pear, prism, pillar or pot
hooks. You have to get acquainted
with the old man himself to
get any idea of it. That is
not a hard matter, for be has
got a patent on that queer
shaped handle, and inventors
usually talk at a dog-trot.
Colonel Sellers' investments
are trifles compared wilh what
our old friend of the umbrella
expects to result from his dis
covery. Asking him to ex
plain it, he said:
"This is what we might
call an autograph handle.
Ton see it fits my hand per
ClarksorCx
Cleaver.
fectly. Thumb, palm, joints-all are pre
cisely anticipated m its lorm.
"Now, if you take hold of it you will
see
that it will not
fit
your hand at all."
The experiment was
tried witn just the re
sult the old gentle
man predicted. At
felt like wearing a '
coat two sizes too big,
or puttine a No. 9 hat
on a No. 6 bead.
"It is a prime fact," re
sumed the enthusiastic
old inventor, "that no two
people in all the hun
dreds of millions on this
footstool have hands alike.
The police of Paris many
years ago seized on this
great fact and made use ol
it in describing criminals.
Every rogue who falls
into their clutches is com
pelled to make an im
pression of his rightthumb
in plaster and this imprint
is preserved; with a de
scription ol his hair, eyes,
.person and various pecu
liarities.
"Now, I have discov- A Practical Idea.
ered an application of this differ
ence in hands to a great practi
cal neeo. xnere are
half a million umbrel
las stolen every year.
.The United States im-
lnorts eight million
Jevcrv vear.and as many
more are made in this
country. Anything
that will save your um
brella from thieves cer
tainly ought to be wel
come, ah mere is oi
,it is this: You make
impression in any
kind ot plas
ter or wax
the latter is
better that
impression is
electroplated
and the elec
tro plate
shell of cop
per or silver
is filled with
lead or some
lighter com-
k position and
2' astened on
pour n m-
brella. The
rhole thinf
0iZ nn Hi rinnp
fin copper for
la dollar.
IXiiher cost more
flrrnrdincr In
Mr. Blaine1 Lion. the amonnt
of metal it takes. This handle can be or
namented as much as you please."
Here the old gentleman took from a
capacious overcoat socket a package rolled
up in many lolds of soft
tissue paper, unrolling
it as gentlyand awelully
as if it were the Koh-i-noor,
he disclosed a su
perb silver handle sur
mounted by a lion cou
cbant. "This," he said, hold
it np admiringly, "is one
I made for Mr. Blaine.
That is his prehensile
auto -form, so to
speak. You can look
at this and imagine
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has his grip on it.
Now, here is another
1 have made lor the
PresidentSee the
eagle. That is a
5V beautiful piece of
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WmSm.m r .
r "jwork. These con-Pr'-rchordal
shaped im
prints of palm and
fingers are not so
large or decided as
thoie made by Mr.
Blaine. So you think
;so? I will vouch
for their accuracy.
There can be no mis-
i a fi w
Torlngallt Only.
Jtake about them. There is Jean Jacques In
galls' fine Italian hand, as one of his critics
might say. I put a grayhound's head on it.
The grayhound is our most intellectual
canine, and the snap with which his jaws
come together remind one of the awfue
crunching Ingalls gives the Democratic side
of the Senate. Ingalls tried to apply th
Latin name to this sort of handle. Ee
called it the auto-mane, from Manus hand.
"I have used the handle
on other thincs. Here are
photographs of a hammer,
the snperb gavel I have
made lor Speaker Beed,
and a cleaver I am going
to give Assistant Postmas
ter General Clarkson, who
is the champion headsman
of his administration. You
see I am mixing a little
fun in with my business.
That's all right, isn't it?
EM"
With this the old man
wrapped up his darling
"auto - manes." stowed
them softly in his pocket,
gave the umbrella an ad
miring glance andtrndged
up out of the gallery as
as fast and as gracefully
as his rheumatism would
Speaker Meed's allow.
Effective Weapon. J VLIXJS A. TKUESDELL.
AHOXG WEST ENDERS.
Items of News nnd Nelshborhood Goislp of
Iocnl Inlrrnt.
Wait for the electric road (?).
Miss E. Cahiix, teacher at the West Lake
School, Is quite ilL
The Volunteer Social will bold a ball at the
West End Rink Monday evening.
Ed. J. Montgomery, F. Brebmer and Evan
Jones are the applicants for tho West End
postoffice.
Ox Washington's Birthday the Ladles' Aid
Society of the West End M. E. Church will
hold a "pink tea."
The Green Leaf Social held their fourth an
nual reception at West End Gymnasium Hall
Thursday evening.
Mrs. J. H. Hebshberoeb and niece, Miss
L. N. Jackson, returned home Tuesday from a
visit to Wheeling, W. Va.
The Mite Society of the Eleventh V. P.
Church held their monthly social at the resi
dence of Mr. Ed Brass Monday evening.
Miss Mat L. Murray, of Steuben street,
was awarded the gold medal at the Pittsburg
School of Design last week for a painting in
oIL
Aw Interesting meetinc of West End Con
clave No. 77 was held Thursday night. Mr.
Homer LtMcGvw, President of the district,
installed the officers.
St. Marten's Church will hold a fair at tho
old church hullding, beginning to-mgbt. It
will continue for four nights. The proceeds to
be applied to the new church fund.
Eva French, aged 8 years, daughter of S.
H. French, died last Saturday of pneumonia.
She was loved br all. Little Eva was flower
girl a few months' since at her sister's wedding.
The patrol n agon has not been kept very
busy the past week. The only facts conceived
must bo tbo grand opening of the new police
station. Then it will be a rush for first place.
William Bell, a roller at Singer, Nimick
ACa's mill, who was recently burned about
the face and breast by a muck iron flash, is
rapidly recovering and will be able to work in
a few days.
Me. Charles Pedder was agreeably sur
prised at his residence, in the Thirty-filth
ward, Thursday evening, January SO. Dancing
was the order ot the evening. Supper was
served at midnight.
The Scotch tea and coffee soiree to be given
at the Eleventh U. P. Church on Friday even
ing will be worthy the patronagn of all. An in
teresting entertainment is being prepared.
Prof. Andrews will be master of ceremonies.
A select party was given at the residence of
Charles and Stewart- Hamilton. The merry
group were: Messrs. S. J. Mertz. Georgp Lo
Cart, Ocar Glickner, Joseph Henderson, Will
iam McMillin, Misses Eva Mertz, Minnie
Lobart, Misses O'Hara.
Miss Mn A and Lizzie Haines gave a pro
gressive euchre party Tuesday evening. A
pleasant time was reported by alL The ladies'
prize was won by Miss Emma Wetiengel and
Thomas Hawkins won the gentlemen's prize.
About 40 were present.
The fair given by the G. E. Church atgWest
End Rink can bo said to be one of the most
successful ot the season. The young ladies'
society's booth is cozy and beautifully decor
ated, and thus tends to brighten tbo scenes of
the evenine. The fair closes Saturday evening,
February 15.
Miss MabyA Harper, daughter of Isaac
Harper, died last Saturday, the funeral taking
place Monday. Born in England, she came to
this country when bnt a child. She grew to
womanhood, bnt affliction came, and after a
vear of intense suffering she entered into rest.
During: all her illness she had a smile of wel
come for all who came to see her. The West
End mourns her absence.
The Young Ladies' Industrial Sowing Soci
ety met at the residence of Miss Maggie
Mitchell, Kerr avenue. The members present
were: Misses Maggie Mitchell, Ida Powelson,
Maggie Mawhinney, Mrs. Mawhlnney. Nellie
Wettengel, Sadie Appleton. After sewing
hours the gentlemen callers were: Messrs.
William Richards, Harry Wettengel, John Mc
David and John RMcGaw. Dancing was the
order of the evening.
Pride op Welcome Council, D. of L., in
stituted January 22, is rapidly increasing in
membership. At their last meeting they had
an enrollment of over SO members. Officers
were elected as follows: Conncilor. G. B. Nes
bltt; A C. Susan Bryant; V. C., Arthur Ford
ing; A V. C, Annie Henderson; f. 8., JohnH.
Bryant; B, S Sadie Llewelyn; A R. S., Dora
Shock; Treasurer, Mattie Bailey; Trustees,
George Nesbitt, J. Fording, Edith Heaps: Jr.
Ex. C, Frank Case; Jr. Ex. A. C, Emma Hen
derson. The appearance of a ghost, it is said, has
thrown tho people of Chanters into a fever of
excitement. It is reported that tho ghost can
be seen almost any timo after dark. A gentle
man who came within reach of the ghost dealt
the object a blow from his gold beaded cane,
breaking the cane, but having no other effect
At the morning services of the church the
following announcements are made: "Don't be
afraid of the ghost. Come to the evening ser
vices." This docs not seem to have the desired
effect, for the attendance is small. It is be
lieved that Mr. and Mrs. Ghost will be brought
to close quarters before long.
The appreciation of the services of Miss
Gertrude Mailasee by the teachers of the
Stevens school were suitably rewarded last
Monday evening, the event being the anniver
sary of her nineteenth birthday. Miss Malta
see having voluntarily and faithfully rendered
her services as accompanist at the school en
tertainments, tho teachers decided to, in
some way, amply repay her. On last
Monday evening Miss Mailasee was given a
surprise at the residence of her parents. West
ern avenue, and vresented with a beautiful tea
set. Mr. and Mrs. Mailasee were also the re
cipients of a China tea set in honor of their
twentieth wedding anniversary. Those present
were Prof. William McCullough and wife, Mr.
Andrew Striet and wife, Mr. John L. Forester,
Mr. John Phillips. Mr. William Keifer, Miss
Ella White, Miss Mary WhiteMiss Cromviller,
Miss Rofters, Miss Kay, Miss Keifer, Miss Gar
bart, Misses Blanche and Stella Mailasee.
Dancing and singing enlivened the pleasures of
the evening. At mldnlghra dainty repast was
served, after which the merry surprisers jour
neyed homeward, and an evening long to be re
membered by Miss Mallassee and her guests Is
now an event ot the past.
SOIIE COAL SHIPPED.
A Rise In the River Bound lo Follow ibe
Heavy Snow nnd Rain.
Captain O'Neil returned yesterday from
his visit to New Orleans. He reports busi
ness very dull in that section. The river
has fallen somewhat since the early part of
the week, but the heavy snow and rain of
yesterday will cause it to rise again to its
former height.
The Sam Clark went out yesterday with
ten boats, and the Joe "Walton with six boats
and six bartres, shipped by Joseph Walton
&Co. O'Neil & Co. will sendthe Dick Ful
ton out to-day with 12 barges and 4 light
boats.
THE DISPATCH STSSlSfSSSS
life in Western Pennsylvania, from the pen of
an accomplished writer. Armstrong's attack
on Kittanning and the last Indian outrage are
its principal features.
THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH.
WAKEMAN'S BEST HIT
The Literary Pilgrirn in Spain Strikes
a Startling Coincidence.
ROBBED BY A BELENTING BANDIT,
Whose Brother fle Ilad Befriended Before
Execution in Cnba.
SANTIAGO'S SHRIKE AKD TALLADOWD
iconnzsroOTEscE or thx nisr-ATcn.1
Valladolid, Spain, January 18.
Copyright It had been a hard tramp
from Finisterre; we had not arrived at
Santiago until about midnight, and it was
nearly noon of the next day when I was
awakened by a gentle tapping at the door
of my old alcoba in the humble inu lo
which our Gallegan guide had conducted
us. The tapping proceeded from the
knuckles of a harsh-voiced criada, or maid
servant, who, on my demand that whoever
was knocking should cuter, proceeded first
to inform me that no such unpardonable
conduct on her part could be tolerated, and
then to say that one Pierre Eloquet, having
bargained for the jacas he stood in need of,
had eaten bis breakfast, dutifully kissed the
sacred esclavina the grand finale of all
pilgrimages to the famous Cathedral of San
tiagowas now patiently waiting to bid me
a final adios, after which he must speedily
depart to his own people, at desolate Fin
isterre. I asked that he be sent to myal
coba. He came lumbering and stumbling
up the stairs, and, hat in hand, entered the
room and approached my bedside. Poor
Pierre! He was in tears. He Bank upon
his knees beside me, poured lorth vehement
and eloquent blessings, and sobbed like a
child as we clasped hands for the last time.
Finally breaking away, as it overcome with
sadness, he cried repeatedly, "Quede usted
con Diosl" "Quede usted con DiosI"
("May you remain with Godl") and pre
cipitately disappeared into the courtyard
and calle below.
HOW IT CAME TO BE BUILT.
All there is of ancient Santiago worth
contemplation is this wondrons old Cathe
dral where Pierre had performed his adora
tion. How it came to be buitt, and how for
centuries it remained the most luminous
shrine in Western Europe, are more strange
and curious than can be told of any other
of the noble though decaying sacred edifices
of Spain. St. James, the elder, brother of
St. John, the apostle, was stoned to death at
Jerusalem. St. James is the tutelar saint
of Spain, ns is St. George, of Eugland, St.
Denis, of France, and St. Patrick, of Ire
land. Over 1,000 years ago, in 835, Theod
omir, Bishop of Ira", so runs the tradition,
discoveredthe bodyol St. James, removed
in some miraculous manner from Jerusalem,
surrounded by a wondrous ligbt in a
dense forest, to which a star led
the way; hence the name of the city,
Sautiago de Campostella. or St. James
ot the place of the star, to which the body
was removed by Leon III., from the chapel
already erected at the place of discovery by
Theodimir, and Santiago was raued to a see.
A corn-rent or El Voto of one bushel per
acre was collected from all Spain, yielding a
yearly revenue of nearly $1,000,000, which
was continued until 1S35. The present ca
thedral is not a single creation of a single
architect or period; but has been the result
of untold votive offerings since the first won
drously splendid basilica was built by Al
fonso the Great, between the years 80S and
910.
RARE ECCLESIASTICAL AET.
An entire page would be requirecLto give
adequate deicription of this noble edifice;
but the chair-stalls, carved by Gregorio
Espanol in 1606; the bronze pulpits, by
Celma, in 1663; the massive, magnificent and
unrivalled Portico de la Gloria, the mighty
western entrance; and the tomb and effigies
of St. James;are all unequalled examples in
ecclesiastical art The latter two are won
derful indeed. The sculptor's theme upon
the Portico de la Gloria is the Last Judg
ment, with Christ proceeding from the root
of Jesse. This representation is inimitably
more than enough to have given Mateo im
mortality as "el Maesto" of Spain. Its vast
ness, grandeur, deep poetic feeling, and mar
velous reality, in which the flinty stone
glows with radiant life, are, I believe, be
yond comparison with any known sacred sub
ject of the scnlptor's art to be fouud else
where in Europe. In the center of the Ca
pilla Mayor or chiet chapel rises a great al
tar of jasper and marble. Again St James
is represented at the battle of Clavigo slav
ing infidels, who are falling about him id
hundreds. Four great columns rise near
these efiigies. Upon each is seated the fig
ure of an angel. These four angels support
the tomb itself, high in air, and an im
mense star ot blazing gold is suspended
above tbe tomb.
TOWAED THE INTERIOR.
But as entrancing as were the treasures
of this most rare and wonderful ecclesiasical
pile of Northwestern Spain, I was impa
tient to reach the interior. Securing the
company of a band of Maragatos, ou their
way with a drove of pack mules from San
tiago to Astorga, in the province of Leon,
I passed three days and two
nrghts upon the mountain roads
with my strange fellows, mulet
eers, who are descended from the Moors and
still wear long tassels, to their caps, and
breeches as wide and corpulent with cloth
as a Scotch Highlander's kilt; remained a
night at ancient Astorga, tbe Auturica
Augusta of Pliny, where the old Boman
walls still exist in great massiveness and
strength, linked here and there by gigantic
cubos; and then set out afoot arid alone
down the valley of the Orbigo toward the
olden capital of Spain, quaint' and ruinous
Valladolid. This impatience brought me a
singularadventure, illustrative ot tbe return
of bread cast upon the waters. At Villa
pando two roads, the northern via Medina,
the southern by the way of La Mota, lead
to Valladolid. The latter, dreary and un
frequented, breaks into numerous mountain
foot paths in the southern spurs of the
Monies do Torezos. Briefly, I was lost, and
wandering for a half day in a wild and for
bidding district, as good or bad luck would
have it, came upon a lonely mountain choza
at night, where I was at first refused ad
mittance by its only inmate, a starved and
fiendish looking hag of 25 or 30 years.
I stowed myself away upon the armful of
millet straw she gave me, and, without food,
passed a wretched night. My dreams were
filled with all manner of dkaster, and, in the
hours I laid awake I pondered forebodingly
over a vicious remark my unwilling hostess
bad made that the men of Montes de Tore
zos repaid the visits of strangers to their
homes when they were absent, with the
"caress of the. knife."
SHE SENT HIM XO BANDITTI.
"WTien morning came, I gave her some
coin, and received directions from her how
to cross the mountains to Valladolid. The
explicitness of these worried uc as I trudged
along. But surely she had told me the way
truthfully; lor on turning through a shadowy
gorge, there lay the great valley of the Pi
suerga, with the spires and domes of Valla
dolid away to tbe cast, and, here almost at
the mountain base, the grim walls of Siman
cas, where, hamlet though the place is, may
be found the richest store of ancient ar
chives in all Spain. Just a little way beyond
me were some innocent enough looking peas
ants, with a tev bundles' of wood, a couple
of jacas, two or three old blunderbusses, and
ns many mangy dogs; apparently a group of
simple mountain patans, or peasants, resting
idly by the way. They responded to my salu
tation pleasantly, whereupon I proffered
each a cigarette. These were accepted with
many "gracias," and I turned to go.
"Artol" ("Haiti") cried one In a low but
firm voice of command. As I turned again,
PITTSBURG, SATUBDAT,
I was looking in the face of three rusty old
trabucos or blunderbusses. ,
I am not sure, but had I run for it toward
Valladolid, I could have out-distanced either
the shots from their rusty trabucos or their
much more dangerous legs; But I simply
raised my hands, walked squarely up to
them with a smile, and said:
"Most Excellent. Senores of de Torezos,
you are less poor than I, but still welcome
to all I possess."
They had it all about V in Spanish coin,
for my luggage and credit letters had gone
from Astorga to Valladolid by rail in a
moment I then claimed the privilege of
resting a little time with them, and ques
tioning them about their manner of getting
on in tbe world. One old rheumatic villain,
distorted, misshapen, almost', physically
helpless, was the only genuine bandit among
them.
A BACKVfABD BANDIT'S COINOIDEMCE.
All the others, save one, were the most
simple-hearted souls that live. That one
was a brave, fine fellow, going wrong under
a heart-heavy load of indignity and grief.
His wife had been my unwilling hostess of
the previous night 'She bad sent me across
the mountains with a particularity of di
rection that made my acquaintance with
her husband compulsory. To him I ap
pealed for the reasons why he should leave
an honest peasant's life, and, '.under the in
fluence of tho unhanged aid wretch of his lit
tle band, start straight in this sort of life for
the guarda's bullet or death at the garrote.
His story was a Ioue one, but, briefly told,
he was becoming an incipient outlaw be
cause his youngest brother, whom he had
loved better than his own life, who had been
sent to Cuba as a conscript, had been shot
like a dog at Moro castle, for attempted de
sertion after suffering untold indignities.
"Shot at Moro? And in 1886? And had
he blue eyes, light bair and a fine, fair
face?" Yes, yes, yes, and yes again. Then
there in the mountain way, where I bad
been robbed of so mean a' sum that I was
ashamed of it, I told this man as best I
could a fact of my own experience, which I
win De pardoned lor telling to you readers
in a slightly different wav:
"El desertarl" "El aesertarl" w,ere the
low toned ejaculations I heard all about me
one April morning, in 1886, in the cabin of
the ferryboat, "Edouard Fesser," as it left
the Eegla side for the two-mile trip across
Havana Bay to the city. The cabin was
well filled, and in a moment there came
fussing and turning through the narrow pas
sage to the forward cabin a Spanish Ser
geant and a guard having in charge a man
ot most pitiful appearance.
TBAI IMPRISONED BROTHER.
I made room quickly so that two seats
were vacant near me, in which the guard
and his prisoner sat, the latter next to me,
while the sergeant, bearing a paper with a
dangling seal, strode forward a bit, pompous
with the importance of his mission and
charge. These ferries carry the gayest of
crowds between Havana and the beautiful
suburbs to the east, but the entrance of the
fiarty hushed the laughterand pleasant sal
ies of men and women instantly. All pres
ent seemed painfully exerting themselves to
ignore the presence of the little group, but
every one from time totiinestole secret glan
ces at the deserter, and, well for humanity,
not a hard look fell upon him. Some old
priests near seemed to be moving their lips
as if in prayer for him, and behind many a
fan I could see tbe face of some beautiful
senora or senorita in tears. I knew well
enongh what it all meant, having once been
a soldier myself, bnt I did not catch the full
import of the brutal celerity of Spanish mil
itary revenge until the guard on closing a
flippant recital to a passenger 'next him to
the effect that thea man had deserted from
the forces at Moro castle some weeks before,
after a tremendous flogging for some slight
infraction of discipline, had got so far as tbe
Jaruco Mountains, where he baffled pursuit
for some time, until finally run down by
blood-hounds remarked airily: "Ah, yes;
he will really not even need breakfastaeain.
The coosejode guera (courtmartiat)itm!4
ready awaiting his arrival!"
This deserter was but a boy. He had a
fair face too, round, almost boyish, even
through the hunted look that had made him
an old man in terror and desperate effort
during those few weeks in tbe chaparral.
His clothing was in rags, and his bare flesh,
scarred and bloody, showed through. His
feet were partly bound with rags and bark
and thongs of the ribbon tree. He was
bare-headed, bis' bair tangled and knotty,
and in one place a saber cut was still open
and bleeding. But he sat there with his
hands olinched and bis face like a piece of
marble begrimed with mud.
PICTTJEESQTJE YET PATHETIC.
Through the windows of the ferry the
spars, rigging, and flags of a thousand ships
upon the peaceful bay gleamed and glowed
as we passed. The sun that lighted the
whole earth with such splender kissed the
monntain and made old Moro castle even
beautiful. The deserter looked at Moro as
with an awful fascination. Then, as if be
yond it and what he knew was waiting for
him there, the poor fellow's eyes seemed
strained to some point far, far away. Ah,
bis frantic soul vaulted the hated walls to
old Castile, mayhap to his own peasant
home, to the mother, the sisters, to a peas
ant girl's thatched-roof home liy the vine
yards, and brave as he was trying to be, his
whole frame writhed, his breast heaved and
surged, and, though be clenched his hands
tighter and looked old Moro squarely in the
face, his blue eyes filled and filled again
with tears that scalded their way through
the chaparral filth on his face like torrents.
A dozen schemes for rescue shot through my
brain. The sight and thoughts sickened
me, I could scarcely remain in that cabin
for the pity this man roused in me.
Having recentfy graduated from the ed
itorship of a high-grade literary periodical
of "Middle America," my sole helpful pos
sessions in Cuba at that moment were a
small piece of plug tobaccoo and a $2 Bank
of Havana bill. I quickly had these made
in a compact wad. I got my knee against
his leg. He started and looked me lull in
the lace. My hand was on the low iron
division rail between the seats, and it touched
his. God knows a soldier's human sympa
thy to a soldier in some subtle way 'swept
from my heart to his in that touch. His
clenched hand relaxed and tnrned. The
palm was next mine. Our hands clasped,
and there was a quick pressure. We were
born thousands of miles apart, had never
met until that instant, would never again
meet unless in eternity, but we knew more
ol each other in that one moment than some
life acquaintances; and I somehow believe I
will find the face that was then tbe second
time tnrned on me somewhere in the undis
covered country when I am set to travel
there.- But the ferry boat had bumped
against the Havana wharves.
THEN THE LAST SEFABATIOIT.
Through the clatfer and clamor and
crowds, the deserter was shoved and saber
prodded to the Plaza de la San Carlos; hur
ried into a victoria alongside which were two
mounted guardas, and driven rapidly , away.
I could not work that day, and wandered
along the walls of La Punta, restless, heart
sick, and with the white face ot that desper
ate life ever before me. At 4 o'clock just
across the narrow harbor entrance were
heard some ominons drum beats. On the
little plaza just over tbe sea on the heights
at Moro there were movements of small
squads of foldiery. We could see all this
plainly from La Punta. I ieared what it
meant, could not bear it, and hurried away.
Just as I reached the old Boquete walls
there was a sound of musketry at Moro. I
looked across the channel and saw the
smoke from their pieces well nigh enfolding
them all. But I saw through that cloud,
one face sealed in eternal rest, when some
old fish-wives on the Boquete walls near,
crossing themselves as if it were an old habit
and for like occa sions, lazilv muttered:
"El desertarl" "El desertarl"
"Maria Parissimal" exclaimed the man
who had robbed me in the Montes de Tore
zos, flinging himself abjectly at my feet,
"that man whom you belriended was my
murdered brotherr
Edoab L, Wakemas-.
FEBRUARY 8, 1890.
THE CRUEL RUSSIAN.
George Kennan's Awfal Arraignment
of the Czar's Officers.
A MASSACRE OP POOR EXILES
Who Simply Asked for Mercj at the Hands
of a Heartless Governor.
PITIFUL IfAERATIYES OP SURYIYOBS
Chicago, February 7. Mr. George Ken
nan, now lecturing here on Siberia; fur
nishes the Associated Press with numerous
letters, tbe truth in detail of which he
vouches for, giving an account of the mas
sacre of Bussian exiles on April 3 last at
Yakutsk. Mr. Keuuan declares all the
statements impartial and truthful.
"It appears," said Mr. Kerinan, "that
ward the latter part of February last, 83
political exiles on'their way to Verkhoyansk
and Stredni-Kolymsk were quartered tem
porarily at Yakutsk, tbe first named places
being distant from St. Petersburg 6,398 and
7,518 miles respectively, in a part of Siberia
so remote from civilization that it is seldom,
if ever, visited by human beings. Verk
hoyansk is the first village to which the
survivors of the Jeannette came alter they
left Lena delta. Both places lay close to
the Arctic circle. Communication is main
tained between these two villages by means
of reindeer sledges." The stury of Mr.
Kennan's correspondents gives many de
tails hitherto unknown, and the language
of the writers is at times most graphic. The
Governor of Yakutsk.General Ostashkin, by
CRUEL AND ARBITRARY RULES,
preventing the exiles from carrying a
proper amonnt of clothing or baggage and
withholding their two months' subsistence
money, intensified their sufferings very
greatly, as their marcn tea tnrongn a sec
tion in which no supplies could be pur
chased. Under the Bussian penal code it is a
criminal offense for political exiles to unite
in a petition ior redress of grievances. Each
exile, thereiore, prepared a separate petition
and presented it at the office of the Pro
vincial Administration. The letters then go
on to tell how they were directed to assem
ble in the house of one of the exiles, and
when there were told that the Governor re
garded their individual petitions as merely
an evasion of the law, and their action
equivalent to open rebellion. "At 10
o clock the next day," writes one of the
actual participants in tbe dreadful affair,
"we numbered 33. Among us was Sergius
Kapger and his betrothed, Anna Zoarvas
trova, the latter quite a young girl, and a
man who bad come in from one of the
Yakutsk settlements to make some pur
chases. These came to the house to see
their fellow exiles. At half-past 10 the po
lice overseer, Olesof, brought a verbal order
that all exiles present were to come to the
police station.
"A company of Cossacks, numbering over
100 men, under command of an officer
named Karamziu, then appeared, battered
down the gates of the courtyard and 15 or
20 of them entered the house,- while the
others surrounded' it. We tried to explain
our side of the case, and said that we had
not assembled there for any other purpose
than to receive the Governor's reply, but
that we would go to the police station, only
asking that Karamzin withdraw bis troops.
The Chief of Police then said to Command
er Karamzin: 'What is the use of your talk
ing with them? Do what you were ordered
to.' iKa'ramzin then cried out to the Cos-
ifif;V-t'PVo ttlm
THE EXILES MASSACRED.
"We were assembled in a room about 20
feet square, and bad gathered in one corner,
from which position tbe Cossacks endeav
ored to oust us by striking us with their
clubbed rifles and pricking us with their
bayonets. Some women, being wounded
qbite severely, began to scream. Cartridges
had been served out to tbe soldiers the night
before, and they fired point blank into the
miscellaneous crowd of men and women.
Five exiles had revolvers which they had
bought as a means of protection on their
journey, and not for the purpose of resisting
tbe authorities. Hicolai Zolof drew his re
volver, sprang upou the divan and shouted:
"Stop! Stop!" The firing then became gen
eral on both sides. After one or two volleys
the soldiers withdrew from the house and
the whole Cossack force outside then
poured in their fire through doors and
Eschur, one of our number, rushed
into the courtyard crying: 'We surrender,'
but was shot dead a short distance from the
steps. Podbetski, who heard the firing and
ran to the bouse to see what was tbe matter,
was shot dead at the courtyard gate. He
was not implicated in the affair in any way,
and was within two months of the termina
tion of his exile. Joseph Estrovicb, already
wounded, rushed into the courtyard, fell
and was repeatedly bayoneted as he lay on
the ground.
"As a result of this affray, six of us, in
cluding one woman, were killed outright.
The woman's stomach was all torn open by
a bayonet; all the rest of us were more or
less injured. The Government casualties
were one soldier killed and the Governor
and a soldier slightly wounded. Tbe exiles
killed were Sergius Pik, Sophie Gurevith,
Pani, Potbetski, Peter Mokhanof, Gregory
Shuraand Jacob Notkin. Twelve others
were severely wounded."
A SAMPLE OF BUSSIAN JUSTICE.
Three months later the survivors were
tried by court martial on the charge of
armed resistance. This court martial was
composed as follows: President, Lieutenant
Colonel Savitski, Captain Korsakof, Cap
tain Tisiennof, sub-Captain Yermakoff and
one Fedorsf. The trial began on the 6th of
June. The following questions were put to
each of the prisoners at tbe trial by the pre
siding officer:
"What is your name, age and, religion?" and
the nrisoner replies.
"Do you ouservo tbe ceremonies of religion?"
"Since the day of our arrest, no."
"Do you adhere to your statements made at
the preliminary examination?" (the statements
were read over again to the prisoner). He re
plies. "Yes."
"You are accused ot armed resistance to the
authorities. What have you to say?"
"Upon what is this accusation founded?"
'The Court is not obliged to inform you."
Tho Prisoner Presence in the house is not
proof ot the accusation. I was there, but I did
not make any armed resistance. 1 do not know
why I have been Implicated in this affair.
The Court It is out of place to teach the
Court. Sneak more briefly. Have you any
thing more to say? A 1 think not.
The Officer YoO can go.-
"Beyond this." says one ot Mr. Kennan's cor
respondents, "tbe prisoners were allowed to say
nothing in their own behalf."
Three of the prisoners were hanged. Kohan
Bersnstein, who had been severely wounded
and was unable to stand, was taken to the
scaffold on a bed from the hospital, the noose
put around his neck and the bed taken from
under him He was choked to death. Four
teen others, including four women, were sen
tenced for diflerent terms ranging from 10 to
15 years.
The matter will probably be brought be
fore tbe International Prison Congress. Mr.
Kennan promises to furnish complete proof,
and will bring witnesses from Siberia. , He
does not think that Bussia will accept his
challenge.
The Roate Changed.
The Pleasant Valley electric cars have
ceased rnuninz to the postoffice, and now
tnrn down Smithfield from Sixth instead.
The difficulty experienced in getting in and
out of the switches at that place is given as
the reason for the change.
"RTT T HOT? answer numerous corresnon
1)11411 11 111 dents in a humorous way, in
TO-MORROW'8 20-PAGE DISPATCH.
THE CUfp ONWEIR jlBBEY
AIR nature boasts no
lovelier spot. The Au
gust sun is shedding
its glad light over a
redundancy of foliage
and bloom that is the
wonder, of the country
side, an especial rich-
ness of loam making
hn (vrnnndt rotind the
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more prolific in vegetation than are those of
any other lordly manor for many miles
around.
As ior the exterior of the old abbey Itself,
its structural design is faultless; the rav
ages of time have treated it lightly, and the
rnthless and destructive hand of the ma
rauder has been stayed; while the interior
bears testimony to the advance which mod
ern civilization has produced in luxury and
beauteous cralt.
Who is the proprietor of this grand old
favored pile? Surely he must be a very
king in thcrcalms of happiness. Whistling
lightly as he walks with a buoyant step
along the terrace, from which he can survey
the county for miles round, in truth he
looks a very prince. For he, too, has been
favored favored with the beauty of the
gods and fickle fortune's smile.
But six months has Weir Abbey been his,
and he revels the more in its possession from,
the fact that it has come to him in the most
unexpected manner by the death of a dis
tant cousin who bad only bought the place
giving a very large sum of money ior it
some two years ago.
Hugo Burnet has been forced till now to
count his coins, and has, moreover, had but
few to count, and a position to keep up in a
regiment where most of his brother officers
were wealthy men.
Bnt he was light-hearted then. Poverty
scarcely sits heavily on cheery natures. Is
he as light-hearted now even though he
whistles the last comic opera retrain?
Scarcely. With the responsibility or
wealth he has already found his first gray
hair.
A gray hair at 25, with Hugo Burnet's
fortune and Annie Clareford's love ab
surd I
Aye; and she loved him, too, before he was
rich; had vowed that no adverse fate
should part them "adverse fate" being
a somewhat highly strung epithet used by
a prudent, fiery old Colonel who claimed to
be her father, and, having suffered from a
rash, impecnoious marriage himself, was
resolved lhat If he could help it Annie
should not follow in her mother's footsteps.
But now that Hugo Burnet had stepped
into the roll of landed gentry, and was the
owner of Weir Abbey and several thousands
a year to boot, why, of conrse, there could
be no further reason to oppose the marriage,
and the Colonel thought he would only show
his sense bygivlngin. Annie naturally was
radiant with happiness, and Hngo expressed
himself to be most grateful lor the gift
Colonel Clareford was ready to bestow on
him; yet,' somehow, he did not appear to be
nearly as keen 'to become Annie's husband
as he bad been when three hundred a year
at the ver outside would have been" the
sum total of their income.
When he was in Annie's society he smiled
on her and kissed her, and was as affection
ately devoted as ever, but when he left
her a cloud would sweep across his usually
frank, happy face, and a connoisseur in
whistling would have decided that tbe
merry tones did not always ring quite
true.
Could it be that Hugo Burnet had found
some other maiden whom he deemed more
worthy to be the mistress of the time
honored abbey?
Let such an imputation on his honor be
forthwith crushed. He was too stanch, too
honest, too much of a typical high-minded
Englishman to waver one moment lrom his
allegiance.
And yet though weeks had passed into
months; and to the outsiders there appeared
to be no possible obstacle, he always
avoided bringing matters to a climax, and
had never yet asked Annie to name the
day.
Poor child, the roses were beginning to
fade out of her cheeks, and though she never
complained nor would have allowed herself
to donbt Hugo's love for an instant, vet it
was obvious tbat she suffered not a little.
The Colonel was becoming as fussily irate
about tbe marriage being deferred as he had
once been tbat it should be contemplated at
all, and would probably have called the
owner of Weir Abbey some hard names if he
had not been kept in check by his patient,
long-sufiering wife.
Still, even she was puzzled, by the delav.
Every one was puzzled. The world in gen
eralmeaning all the country for miles
round was puzzled, and match-making
mothers were beginning to think that per
haps, after all, one of their daughters might
have a chance, ior Annie Ularetord did not
seem to be by any means as much in tbe run
ning as they had believed her to be.
Yet the couple were engaged, and the en
gagement had been givenout quite officially.
It was one of those society mysteries that
give everybody Something to talk about, "A
sort of thing tbat nobody can understand,"
as Italpb Fgerton, a quondam brother officer
of Hngo's was heard to say to that inquisi
tive little monkey, Susie Scrivener. She
had been told that Captain Egerton was
Hugo'd great friend and confidant, and was
consequently trying to pick his brains. Un
lucky Egerton I he had not got very many,
and tbe lew he had were not sufficient to
solve the riddle of why Hugo was so dila
tory,about his marriage.
And whatever Hugo had done in his
marching davs, he did not help Ecrerton by
any confidences now, bnt shut up his lips in
a resolute manner, wbich there was no
controverting, whenever Annie Clareford or
nnything connected with his engagement to
her was mentioned. During the first few
weeks after his accession to wealth, before
his manner grew enigmatical, he had sug
gested that Colonel Clareford and his family
should pass the summer in a charming cot
tage which, being on the estate within a
quarter of a mile of the Abbey, was a sort
of appendix to the great house. Colonel
Clareford had accepted greedily; he was
always most avariciously ready to save
money.
Had it not been for this the county wonld
not have known by any means as much of
Hugo Bnrnel's love affairs as they did.
Bnt August was waning. In September
the Colonel and his family must return to
their own small- dwelling in West Kensing
ton, and the fiery old gentleman's fatherly
instincts being thoroughly awakened, he
told his wife "that he did not care what she
said, he wonld have it ont with that fellow
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before he left; he did not intend him to play
the fool with Annie. Why, she was losing
her looks and getting thinner every day."
So one grilling hot midday, when the
birds were silent from sheer exhaustion, the
insect world had crept away to doze among
the loliage, four-footed creation slept be
neath the shady trees, and there was scarce
a murmur to break the stillness of tbe sum
mer air, Colonel Clareford seized a knotty
stick, which was his constant companion in
his walks, and with a glare in his eyes as
though he defied the very sun Itself, he
started in search of the recalcitrant lover.
Before he reached the abbey he saw Hdgo
walking in an opposite direotion, and, his
mind on suspicion bent, he at once decided
that he was being avoided.
"Hoi hullo there, Burnet," he shouted in
a voice, the tones of which sounded like
inimio thunder in tbe still air.
Hugo, startled with the idea that some
thing was wrong, looked around suddenly,
and on his usually bright face there was
such a terrified expression that he bore no
resemblance to himself.
"What is it? What is it, Colonel Clare
ford?" he asked hurriedly. "Has anything
happened to to Annie?"
"She is only dying by inches pining
away, in fact, and it is all your d ?d fault,
sir; ail your d d fault. Nobody asked
you to come and make love to my daughter.
Nobody" wanted you. But having done so
and gained her affections I say yon are a
mean, dishonorable scoundrel to behave as
yon do. Yes, I repeat it a scoundrel."
All the color faded out of Hngo Burnet's
face, and he stood trembling, ay, trembling,
before his would-be father-in-law, and only
muttered almost unintelligibly:
"I can not help it; it is ior her own good.
God knows, I can not help it,"
"Merciful powers, is the man a lunatic?
Can not help it, indeedl If you are a speci
men of the stuff young men of the present
day are made of, then all I can say is give
me the old times when I was a youngster.
Can not help itl Very soon I shall not be
able to help breaking every bone in your
skin."
"If you only knew, Colonel, you would
not be so severe on me."
"Then why don't I know? Who else has a
right? X) n all mysteries. Let us have
this one cleared up, and speedily."
HO! HELLO
"Would you mind coming with me to the
vicarage?"
"What! The parson is mixed up with it,
is he? I thought he had been getting out of
my way lately. Well, go on to the vicar
age; let us see the end of it. The sooner the
better."
"If only there were an end," murmured
Hngo, bnt in so low a tone that the Colonel,
who was slightly deaf, did not hear him.
Ten minutes' walk through the woods
brought them to the moderu vicarage, which
lay nestling amid tbe trees as though it
were hiding away, half afraid of showing
itself, lest the shades of any of the old
monks should pass that way.
The vicar was at home. He was an un
married priest. For love of solitude and
asceticism he might have been a very monk
himself, only his religious proclivities had
taken a Protestant turn, a iact, however,
whlcb had by no means deprived him of a
strongly developed tendency to superstition.
He Saw the Two Men Coming In.
He saw the two men coming in at the gate,
and closing a large folio volume which he
was perusing, pulled himself together as a
man does who is preparing for a contest.
It did not occur to him to refuse them ad
mittance or in any way to defer the inter
view. Sooner or later he felt it must take
place; since it must come, best have it over.
What was revealed at that meeting was
as great a mystery as what had gone before
the revelation. The fiery Colonel went
home a subdued and saddened man, and al
though by nature one who talked lond and
long on everv subject, yet he never men
tioned the interview in the vicar's study
even to his wife.
And everything went on much as it had
done before the three men met in conclave,
nnlv Annie drooped dailv more and more.
and it seemed as if some blight had touched
her.
When she was with Hngo Burnet she
smiled and tried to look as if all were well.
She wonld not have him pressed for all the
world, feeling so sure of him that she knew
there was some good reason for bis conduct.
At last the time came for the return to
West Kensington. The days so pregnant
with pleasure, strongly intermingled with
pain, were nearly over.
Annie's simple girl's wardrobe was
packed. With tears- in her eyes she was
standing by the window of the pretty parlor
at the cottage, from which there was a splen
did view of the abbey.
She was wondering whether she should
ever see the old pile again. Something at
her heart almost bade her donbt it. Without
her having heard his footfall Hugo had
come into the room.
She turned suddenly when he was close to
her. It was tire first time Hugo had seen a
look of misery on Annie's face, tears in her
erst bright eyes.
"My darlingl" he cried, his recent cold
ness suddenly vanishing as he beheld her
despair.
"My darlingl" And bis arms were round
her.
She, too, overcome by the surprise, al
lowed her natural feelings to have vest, and,
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her head on Hugo's shoulder, she lav for
some seconds sobbing as though her heart
would break.
Could coldness and silence any longer hold
a place between these two?
""Do you love me so-much, Annie, that to
part from me would grieve you desper
ately?" She raised her head and looked into his
eyes' with a wondering sadness in her gaze
that was most touching.
"To lose you, Hugo," she said In loir
tones, "wonld be for me to die."
"To die, my Annie? No, It is in Order
that you may live that I would leave you."
"I do not understand."
Well might she be astonished. His words
were as the words of a madman.
"AS my wife. Annie, yon aw fated. As
sweet Annie Clareford yon may live and be
happy for years."
"Neverl" she answered. "What you say
is a riddle past my comprehension. All I
know is tbat without yon there Is no happi
ness in life for me."
Alas, alas! What could he do or say?
The terrible secret that was prematurely
bringing him gray hairs and making the
My Trust is in God, Be Answered.
fiery Colonel look sad and aged must be
shared with the gentle, loving Annie.
To the vicarage, then, she, too, in turn
was conducted, and an old parchment which
the too erudite vicar xept carefully locked
away in a drawer was produced for her
perutal, as it had previously been taken out
when the Colonel had accompanied Hugo to
the vicarage.
THESE, BUESTET.
Annie looked the parohment down.
It had for heading in old English letters
"The Curse on Weir Abbey."
Beyond this, not being a scholar as wa
the vicar, she could decipher nothing. So
with a wondering look on her face, she
turned to Hngo for information.
He was no cleverer in the reading of old
lore than was Annie; nevertheless, he knew
fnll well what that strange writing meant.
Had not the contents of that parchment
been to him as a nightmare for several
months past?
"The Curse on Weir Abbey," repeated
Annie; "what does it mean? Why should
so lovely a place have a curse, and what has
it to do with me and Hugo?"
The vicar took, upon himself the office of
explainer, for Hugo seemed as one bereft of
speech.
"The monks." he said, "when in the
reign of Henry VUL they were ejected from
this pile, left a curse behind them.
Through the centuries that have passed
since then, the curse has never failed to
work the threatened ill on the possessors of
Weir Abbey and their families. Some of
these folios you see ranged on tbat shelf
give "the history of the monks' unfailing
vengeance descending on those who have
usurped their rights. Hugo Burnet, as tbe
present possessor of the Abbey, inherits the
curse with the property; you, "if yon become
his wife, will have to take your share of the
awfnl retribution."
Annie did not blench or faint as Hugo ex
pected she wonld have done, bnt she said
very simply, "Please read me the paper."
The vicar was scarcely loth; his love of
expounding overcame his fear lest the
knowledge he was imparting should wound
to tbe quiet her tender woman s heart.
He began to read pompously, translating
from the original Latin, used by the monks.
"The vengeance of heaven cries aloud.
Fire, pestilence and water shall be the im
plements of wrath used in punishment of
those who, having tnrned a religions honse
into a secnlar abode of sin, shall be tbe pos
sessors of the abbey by the Weir. To tbe
owner himself shall death linger and bait,
but his hearth shall be desolate, no children
shall live to gladden his declining years, and
the woman and wife who shall desecrate by
her presence the abode of monks and holy
men shall suffer a terrible retribution at the
hand oi a just and angered God. Fire, pesti
lence or water."
When the vicar had finished his transla
tion there was silence for a second or two.
A rare light, as if some angel had touched
her, overspread Annie's sweet face.
She laid her hand in Hngo's.
"And shall God forget to be merciful?"
she said. "I have no fear. It there be
danger I will share it with you, but to those
who seek to walk aright the curses of men
are mere empty words.
Hugo caught the inspiration oi her trust
and faith, and pressed tbe little hand she
had given him. But the vicar was relent
less, perhaps because he was annoyed by
Annie's want of awe.
"Presumptuous child," he said, in a stern
voice; "shall a curse, think yon, tbat has'
sever failed for centuries, be set on one side
ior a mere child like yon?"
"My trust is in God," she answered.
"What shall I fear if He be on my side?"
The vicar seemed rebnked, for he made
no reply, only, folded the parchment and
locked it away, as tbouzh to insinuate that
he had uttered tbe warning, and if it had
fallen on an unheeding ear no blame could
rest with him.
But what the vicar thought or felt this
young couple did not analyze.
With Annie's stanebness, Hugo's flagging'
courage and belief in the future had re
turned. They two together could surely defy that
curse, he was beginning to think, and so he
took his fair fiancee in his arms and kissed,
her, and soon after they went forth hand in
hand to be parted no more by fear of coming
evil, for the maiden's parity and devoted
love and faith seemed to cast a shield over
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