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THIRD PART.
UNCLE JERRY RUSK,
The Picturesque Character of
Harrison's Cabinet.
A CHAMPION OF FABMERS.
As Good a Story Teller as Lincoln in
Bis Palmiest Dajs.
WBESTLING BOUT WITH GARFIELD
tCOEEKSrOKDKNCE OT TITB DISPATCH.!
Washington, March 22.
GIANT 01 60
stood in the Eb
bitt House lobbj
last night. His
big form towered
above those sur
rounding him and
a tall rusty blacfc
silk hat made his
G feet 2 seem still
taller. From un
der his hat a heavy
mane of silvery
white came out,
half covering the
Vrosr cars, and fell
behind on the col-
.ar of a big rough
overcoat. Below
," the front of the
hat shone out a
pair of bright blue
eyes over rosy
cheeks and under
a broad, veil
shaped forehead.
The lower part of
the face was cov
ered with a long-,
full board of
frosted silver
which fell down
upon the broad
deep chest of the
giant, and a thick
mustache of fine
silver wires
half
concealed a good-sized
mouth.
The giant's neck was framed in a stand
ing collar. His great overcoat was unbut
toned at the front, and his big hands, thrust
to their irists into his capacious pantaloons
pockets, threw it back, displaying to the
full his immense form as he stood there as
straight as a Lake Superior oak and chatted
with a knot ot Lilliputian Congressmen.
NEITHER ALCOHOL NOR TOBACCO.
"He weighs 219 pounds in his bare feet,
without a stitch of clothing on him," one of
his friends had said to me a moment before,
and as I looked at him I believed it. I
could see, too, that the flesh was healthy
meat, and it corresponded with the state
ments that the giant never touched spirit
uous liquors, and never soiled his silver
mustache and beard with the fragrant nico
tine. This giant was the Hon Jeremiah
Rusk, Secretary of the Department of Ag
riculture, and the representative of the
farmers of the United SUtes.
Governor Ituek is to-day one of the most
conspicuous of the public men at "Washing
ton. The agricultural community is now
engrossing the attention of Congicss. Every
one is talking o Western farm moitgages
and the New England Senators are pushing
to the front the abandoned farms oi Ver
mont and New Hampshire. Senator Stan
ford is making the bankers he awake at
night over his proposition for Uncle Sam to
loan out the surplus to farmers at 1 per cent,
and Uncle Jerry Busk has again jumped
into national prominence. His frame is
such that he is able to bear all the responsi
bilities thrust upon him. He has taken up
the cause of the farmers and he proposes to
add dignity to the department over which
he presides.
T1IIE TAIL OP THE CABINET.
The Agricultural Department building is
ocated in the unest grounds in Washing
ton. It has acres of beautiful flower beds,
and Joe Cannon once standing at the win-
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dowi in Governor disk's office, which look
out upon these, said to Uncle Jerry: "Well,
Jerry, you have a mighty nice place here, it
jouare the tail of the Cabinet."
Governor Eusk quickly replied: "Well,
Cannon, I would like to know what a tail is
for if it is not to look beautiful and keep
the flies off." r
Within the past few months Governor
Husk has been content with being a tail no
longer, or, if he must be the tail, he has de
eided that he will do what he can to aid in
wagging the administration dog. He s-rved
notice upon Fuuston the head of the House
Committee or Agriculture, the other day that
he did not propose to have the appropriation
for bis department this year made out on the
old Bureau ol Agriculture basis. He told
him that Congress had given the farmers to
understand that they intended to do some
thing for them when thev raised the bureau
to a department, and if tfiey could not do so
they had better repeal the law and reduce it
to a bureau once more. He told Funston
that he proposed to fight for the Departtnei.t
of Agriculture, and that any Congressnaa
who opposed it would opposehiui, and that
he intended to take off his coat and to po
into that Congressman's district and stump
it against hi re-election during the next
lampaign.
NOT A TOY ENGINE.
"I will show the larmers," said Governor
Husk, "uho their friends are, and I would
like to have you understand that you can't
trenmeas though I were a little, whiffing,
puffing toy engiue. I want you to know
that I am a Great Mogul with eight drivers,
and it you fellows want to buck against me
you can buck and we'll see wno holds the
track."
Governor Busk says that every power in
Earupe gives more to agriculture than we
do, and that during lfe'SG France appropri
ated 8,000,000 and Auttna 4.000,000 for
agriculture. It it his idea that the Agri
cultural Department of the United States
should be organized on a bioader basis than
that of Enrojicui countries, and he is doing
all he can to push 1.
Governor Ku.k will fight for it, too, and
his record shows that he is not a blusterer.
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He was a brave officer during the war, and
one of the stock stories about him is the re
mark of General Mower's, who received him
after his division had been cut into pieces
by the enemy, and he, out of shot and shell,
at Mower command had came to his head
quarters. As Colonel Eusk saluted the
General the latter said: "I have sent for
you because you are the only man in this
army or any other army that I ever saw who
could ride "further into hades than I can,
and I want you to take a drink with me."
COULD EAT BUT NOT DRINK.
"I thank you," said Colonel Rusk, "but
I can't do that, as I never drink."
"You don't, "Well, I should like to know
how a man can ride so far into hades without
taking a drink. Do you eat?"
"Certainly I do," said Colonel Rusk,
"and I have not bad a bite since morning."
The two then ate together and their friend
ship continued until Mower's death.
The story of how Rnsk as Governor of
"Wisconsin quelled the mob in Milwaukee
by ordering the troops to "fire low and fire
to kill" is well-known, and as I looked at
him in the Ebbitt House last night the in
cident of his wrestling match with James
A. Garfield came to "me and I resolved to
settle the question, which I had never seen
settled in the newspapers, which of the two
was the victor. I asked the General, and
he told me that the match took place at
Newark, O. He was then 13 years old and
was driving a four-horse stage, while Gar
field was a boy leading a mule on the canal.
"Rassling" (that is the way Governor
Rusk pronounces it) "was very common in
those days," he said, "and it was the mos
f? tJm
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Husk Before His Superior.
natural thing in the world lor two young
fellows like Garfield and I to try a rassle.
The result did not affect our friendship."
A LITTLE COT ON RESULTS.
"But how did it turn out, Governor?"
said I, "which whipped?"
"That I dou't like to say," replied the
Secretary of Agriculture, "and it is hardly
a fair question to ask."
"Ob, well," I replied, "Garfield was a
very strong man, General, and yon need not
be ashamed of having had an unsuccessful
contest with a man ot his caliber."
"Well," continued Ihe General laughing,
and. slightly nettled at the.thought.that he
might be beaten iu anything. "I ill say
that I was never downed in a rassle until I
was 22, and this happened when I was 13.
I won't sar anvthing about this Garfield
rassle more than this: I was a close friend
of Garfield's from that time to his death
though I did uot meet him again until the
opening of the war When we were in Con
gress together he ued to call me stage
driver, and I generally replied that I was
not ashamed of it, but I thanked the Lord
that he had given me four horses to manage
instead ol condemning me to steer an insig
nificant bobtail mule."
Governor Rusk makes a very efficient Sec
retary of Agriculture. He gets down to the
department at about 9 o'clock every morn
ing, dictates what shall be done with bis
mail and remains here attending to business
until 5. He potsesses good executive ability
and has a wonder.'ul memory. He has the
power of getting at the uieat'of a question in
a moment. He can look through a case and
size it up quickly, and he is not afraid to
say what he thinks.
A STORY FOU EVEKY OCCASION.
One of his prominent traits is that which
Lincoln possessed to such a degree ol having
a story to fitevery occasion, and an anecdote
tor every illustration. During the last few
weeks there has been considerable discus
sion between tne wool prowers and the wool
manufacturers and S. F. D. North, one of
the chiet wool manufacturers of the country,
ha been trying to lay down the law as to
what the wool growers should have in the
way of a tariff. Mr. North was talking
with the Secretary about this not long ago,
and Governor Euik said:
"You make me think of the three bov
each of whom had a cent and who clubbed
together and bought a cigar. There were
two big boys and one little one. One of the
big boys "lit the cigar, took a couple of
whiffs and then passed it to the otner big
boy who did likewise and passed it back to
big boy No. One. The little boy meanwhile
looked on with longing eves and as the
cigar was gradually smoked down to half
of its length wondered whether he was
going to have a smoke at ail. At last he
mustered up courage and said; "Please,
kirs. I would like to know where I come
in?"
"Oh," said the biggest boy as he lustily
puffed out volumes of smoke, "there are
always two classes of smokers, those who
smoke and those who spit and you can do
the spitting."
"You wool manufacturers are the big
boys," continued the Secretary, "and you
are continually telling the growers that
they can do the spitting."
DON'T SQUEAL FOU OTHEE PEOPLE.
Another story describes an incident
which took place in the Agricultural De
partment last week. A chief of one the
divisions had gotten into trouble with a
newspaper man and had been soundly rated
by him in the papers. Governor Rusk had
seen the statement, and he called the man
up and asked him what he was going to do
about it The clerk replied that he didn't
know what to do, and said to the Governor,
"Suppose vou take the matter up and set
tle it,"
"No, sir," replied Uncle Jerrv. "I am
not such a fool. It is your tail that is under
the gate, and you've got to do the squeal
ing." If one could have a phonograph worked
by perpetual motion in that office of Secre-tar3-
Rnsk how many good stories he might
have. Every Congressman who comes in
carries away one or more, and not a few are
happy or miserable by their application.
One tried to chaff the Governor last week,
and he stood up be ore him and said:
"See here. Governor Rusk, you don't know
m?. I want you to understand that I come
irom the West, and I'm a regular Jim
Dandy of a feller."
EEADY WITH HIS RETORT.
"Yes, I suppose vou are," said Uncle
Jerry as he arose to ins feet in order to tell
his story better. "You make me think of
the sermon of the mmister who was discours
ing on the wonders ol the Lord's creation
and said that he made the lanre as well as
the small things of the universe. Said the
preacher: When God made the -mighty
ocean, he made a little rivulet. When he
made the snow-capped mountain, he made a
hillock. When he made that king of
beasts, the elephant, he made a flea; and
when he made me," here the Governor drew
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himself up to his full height and stretched
out his arms, "he made a daisy and I sup
pose you think yon are the daisy."
When Governor Rusk came back from his
Western trip laBt fall he called upon Presi
dent Harrison at the White House, and the
President asked him the results of his West
ern trip. He described the agricultural out
look, but said nothing about politics. This
was at the time that Postmaster General
Clarksou was cutting off official heads at
the rate of about 23 per minute, and Com
missioner Tanner was shoveling out pensions
by the bushel. When the President asked
Governor Rusk as to what he had heard as
to the administration in the West, he replied:
"Mr. President, I shall have to tell you the
truth. X didn't hear a single opinion ex
pressed about you or the administration, but
those fellows out there say that Clarksonand
Tanner are regular Jim Dandies."
COOLING ANGRY MEN.
Now and then the Congressmen get
rather impatient about the non-appointment
of their applicants for office, and one
came to the Agricultural Department a few
days ago as mad as a hornet. Said he: "I
have had this woman's application before
you for six weeks and I think it ought to be
good enough to give the girl a place. I
have put mv own name on it, ana that
ougni to get ner in if nothing else."
"Well," said General Rusk as he looked
the angry man in the eye, "I will take care
of that young lady's influence. I am going
to fix that application like the old lady fixed
the accounts of her husband. They kept a
country grocery, and the old man chalked
up his bills in charcoal on the white wall
over the mantel piece. Oneday the old lady
got a cleaning fit and she whitewashed the
grocery, putting extra brushes over the
mace marts above tne mantel. When her
husband came home be was horrified, and
said:
Why, Mary, you have wiped out all my
accounts, but I'll fix them," said he, 'I'll fix
'em,' and with he went out and jotted down
a number of names on the back cellar door.
'Now, Mary,' said he, 'I've put my accounts
on the cellar door, and I don't want 'em
changed.'
"The old woman went out and looked,
then hurried back and said: 'Why, George,
I know that the names you have down there
are not the same that you had over the
mantel.'
THE APPLICATION "WAS GOOD.
" 'That makes no difference.' said George.
'I know tbem names are a blanked sight
better pay than the ones which you white
washed out," andconcluded Secretary Eusk,
"it is so with your application. I'll white
wash out your papers, and will see to it
myself that the lady gets a place."
Of course she got it.
Secretary Rusk lives very nicely at
Washington. His home is a comfortable
brick near Thomas Circle, and it is the
house in which ex-Secretary Lincoln lived
when he was at the head of the War De
partment. His family consists of a wife
and daughter and of a bright boy of 15
named Blaine Eusk, after the Secretary of
State. The Secretary is very fond of riding.
He sits a horse as though he were part ot it,
and owns one of the best riding horses in
town.
In Wisconsin he lives on a farm near
Yiroqua. He has a lot of fine stock and
prides himself on his shorthorns. He is a
banker as well as a farmer, and though not
rich in the sense of the word to-day, is well
to do. He is a man of more than ordinary
ability, and he has a national reputation as
a good fellow. Feank G. Cakpenteb.
HISTORY OP THE GALLOWS.
It Evolution From the Ordinary Tree to
the Blodcrn Aflalr.
Evidently the stout arm of a tree served
as the primitive gallows, and such was in
use at a very early period in man's history.
In the book of Esther we read that Haman
was hanged on the tree that had
been prepared for Mordecai. In
more recent times, in ancient ballads
and accounts of the gallows, references are
made to the "fatal tree." the "gallows tree,"
the "triple tree." "Tvburn tree," etc. A.
tree was not, however, always lound con
veniently placed to convert it into a gal
lows, and thus the introduction ot the sim
ple construction, consisting ot two upright
posts and a transverse beam, the principle
of which has not been materially altered
from its first introduction.
The gallows at times differed in height,
which was increased iu accordance with the
hcinousness of the crime of the culprit
These elevated erections were made use of at
the executions of the regicides in the seven
teenth century, and thus it was that
long ladders were required in carrv
ing out the lat extremities of the
law. When ladderi were used the
executioner mounted one, and the culprit
the other. The rope having been adjusted
to the cross beam, the executioner would
descend and remove his ladder, leaving the
condemned wretch on the other, engaged in
his last appeals for mercy. These prayers
were at times exceedingly prolonged, after
finishing which the miserable wretch was
expected to throw himself off the ladder,
and thus to some extent become his own ex
ecutioner. Courage, however, would often fail at the
last moment, and his prayers would be con
tinued for a long time. When it was evi
dent that the culprit was praying against
time, the executioner would stealthily reach
the ladder on which he stood and overthrow
it, and the body would consequently then be
swinging in the throes and agonies of death.
At one period it was customary to carry out
the execution of a criminal as near as possi
ble to the spot where the crime, for which he
suffered, was committed.
A FAMOUS ANTI-SLAYEKI MAN.
The Man Who Won iho Titlo of llio Grent
Impenchcr and Hit Career.
New York Press.
Ex-Congressman James M. Ashley, of
Ohio, who is President of a Michigan rail
road, is a tremendously large man, with the
head of a statesman and the face of a born
orator. In his prime he was considered one
of the most powerful orators in public life.
He entered Congress in 1858 at 3i years of
age, and remained there through the event
ful war period, well through the sixties.
He was at the head of the Committee of
Impeachment appointed by the House to
prosecute President Andrew Johnson, and
won there the nickname of "The Great Im
peaeher." I heard him tell in a public gathering re
cently how his mind became impressed as a
boy with the anti-slavery feeling, which be
came the guiding star ot his political career.
He was about 9 years of aee when he heard
a song, which represented the plaintive ap
peal o' an escaped slave, in which there was
this appeal of the black man to his captors:
He showed the stripes his master gave.
The branded scars, the sightless eye
The common badges of a Elave
And said be would be free or die.
Up to that lime he had not known that
the siavemaster had the right to whip, brand
and maun his slaves. The one stanza had
such an effect on his mind that it shaped all
his subsequent action, and made him fore
most among the anti-slavery men of his day.
THIEVES IS SLEEPERS.
The Safest Place to Vat Valaablei I Under
the Mattreis.
St. Loots Globe-Democrtt.J
A little thoughtrulness will prevent
losses in a sleeper. The passenger who goes
to bed with his watch and pune under his
pillow, in the old-fashioned way. could be
robbed easily. That is where the thief al
ways looks. He can get the vest or trousers
from the pillow without waking the sleeper.
The best plan is to put the money and
jewelry in a handkerchief, lift up the mat
tress on the side near the window under the
oody, not under the head, and put the
bundle there.
PITTSBURG, SUNDAY,
NYE'S QUESTION BOX
A Student Enlightened as to New
York's Temperance Governor.
TRIPS BY DILIGENCE TO ALBANY.
Hints in Traveling Etiquette for the Benefit
of aBride-to-Be.
SILCOTT'S BTRAKGE ACTS IN CANADA
IWBITTXN FOB Tim SISFATCB.1
N inquirer re
siding at Scuf
fletown, Ky.,
writes to know
If New York
State ever had
a temperance
Governor, and,
if eo, who he
was. There was
a temperance
Governor whose
namewasClark.
He was inclined
to be of a sim
ple nature, and
was elected dur
ing an unguard
ed moment, I
believe. At
least it has
never ocenrred
since. He lived,
I think, at Can
andaigua, and
still does so for
that matter.
He was not
quite sure of his election at first, but after a
while he became convinced that he had been
chosen by the suffrages of the people, and
so he started for Albany by diligence, with
a speckled cow attached to the rear of the
conveyance. When he got pretty near to
Albany he was told that a mistake had been
made in the returns, by which the other man's
election was only tuo clear. He probed
the matter and found that the information
came from an authentic source; so, after
baiting his team, he gave his trusty cow a
dose of Moxie and started out for home
again, sad, yet bowing to the will of the
people. For some days he journeyed on
over rough roads and through desolate
stretches of country, sometimes finding such
rough going that his frail drosky seemed
ready to overturn and plunge down a bot
tomless chasm.
CONVINCED HE WAS ELECTED.
At last the domes and minarets of Canan
daigua loomed up in the distance, and after
Jm long journey the Governor drove into
his own dooryard and put the team out.
Polishing his red but virtuous beak on the
back of his buckskin mittens, he slowly took
up the thread ot private life again by knock
ing the choicest brains out of a stray cat.
The Temperance Oovernor.
Anon one of the neighbors came in and
asked the Governor what was up. He al
lowed that he wasn't so much elected as he
had wotted.
"Why, yes you be," said the man. '
The Governor pricked up his ears and be
gan to look for the papers. He now discov
ered that sure enough ho was elected after
all; so, eating a cold doughnut and drinking
some non-elastic cider, he returned to the
barn. AdministeringaDover's powder and
a little bismuth to the cow he once more
bitched up his drosky. while the cow looked
up into his eyes with an air of inquiry and
reproach, ns who should say, "Governor,
how much of this junketing business have
you got on hand?"
"He smote her across the nose pettishly
and said, "There, torment ye, can't ye never
so?"
He became Governor, but in a quiet way,
giving to the State a cornstarch administra
tion unmarked by recklessness or intestine
strife. He was the only temperance Gov
ernor, I think, that New' York ever had,
and that was the only wuy he has been the
author of a footprint on the sands of time.
The cow who assisted him during his calm
reign of oat meal and chastened monotony
has long since passed to her reward.
We should learn Irom the career of Gov
ernor Clark to esteem, ever through life and
even beyond the confines of time, where sor
row and distress and habits of industry can
never enter, those qualities of mind and
heart which, wherever found and whenever
came across, should, by one and all, be most
highly thought of.
HINTS ON TRAVELING ETIQUETTE.
Estella B., Long Branch, N. J., asks for
a few hints oil traveling etiquette, as she is
shortly to assist in a bridal tour to Califor
nia. If you contemplate such a tour, Estella,
you will do well to weigh it well beiorchnnd
and consider your conduct carefully before
taking the fatul step. In the first place, do
not wear new clothes while traveling. It is
foolish in the first place, and besides, if you
are a bride, as j ou will be doubtless if you
contemplate a trip like this, you will not
wish to attract too much atteutiou. Wear
the street gloves you have been wearing for
some time, and tell Bartholomewto do the
sime. If you and he decide to wear new
shoes, it would be well to soil the soles a
little before you start out. Even a sleeping
car porter is not blind to these things, and
he tells the conductor; the conductor tells
the brakeman, and the brukeman is liable to
tell the Superinteudentof the road.
Do not udopt the cuntomary style of rail
way eating house devastation. If your
young life has been cursed by starvation,
try to conceal it en route and tell Bartholo
mew also to let his hunger, like a tapeworm,
prey upon his inner works, rather than
drown the roar of the report bv his loud
stentorious eating at a 20 minute death trap.
Do not become absent minded at table. It
may attract attention. In Canada this win
ter I saw nn anxious mau looking out the
door of the dining room nervously as he
waited for his breakfast, and when he got
his toast he turned the slice over critically
to see if it had been properly indorsed before
he would take it. lie also, when his cakes
were brought in, moistered his fingfer in his
fiuger bowl and ran over the littlt pile of
pancakes twice to see that tha amjunt was
correct. lalterward learned that he man's
name was Silcott, formerly of Washington,
D. C.
MUST WAIT FOB THE LJDIES.
Tell Bartholomew that he must also look
up the manual of good breeding, and not
follow a lady upstairs or precede a lady out
of a room. If he should happen to hear
that a lady at any time iu tie dim future
contemplates leaving the roo, be uiuit not
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go until she has escaped. He may miss his
train while she is saying some things which
she has already said several times, but he
must not precede her from the room.
When yon go down the stairs, especially
at the elevated stations iu New York, you
must not cover more than one flight at a
time with your skirts; otherwise you will
not only soil your skirts, but you will delay
traffic. This is almost as rude as it is for a
preoccupied ass to Dre-empt the sidewalk by
holding his umbrella so as to knock out the
eyes of people who desire to retain their
eyes, or for him to stick his legs across the
aisle of a car and trip up a blind woman
whose eyesight he has previously destroyed
with his umbrella.
The best works on bridal tour etiquette
thus far have forgotten to speaC of how to
eat celery properly. Celery may be eaten
with grace, or it may be eaten in such a way
as to bring pain and sorrow to the hearts of
those we love the best. Select a stalk by
deftly pulling it out of the ornamental um
brella stand in which it has been placed on
the table, and if you drag the whole thing
out by mistake, do not curse or otherwise
seek to attract attention to yourself, but
burst forth into a merry laugh, and while
you tell some rich anecdote or other, you
may select tome of the beat stalks and re
place the others in the aquarium.
Then gently stabbing your celery into the
salt, which should be on your plate, and not
on the cloth or elsewhere, softly insert the
vegetable into the mouth, not to exceed four
or four and one-half inches, meantime hold
ing the little finger high in the air in order
to give grace to the motions of the band.
MASTICATING THE CELEEY.
Now close the mouth quietly, and then in
rapid succession you may masticate the
celery, but the mouth should be Kept closed
at such times. People who open the mouth
while chewing the provender make a great
mistake.
To eat vour celery without being audible
Is an ambition that's highly laudable.
1 quote the above from the preface of a
little work of mine, entitled "How to Do
mesticate man."
I have spoken several times of the eti
quette of sleeping cars, and these rules are
general, of course, applying to all classes of
people. However, I hope you will not
allow Bartholomew to lie for you as some
husbands do when their wives want to swap
an upper berth lor a lower one. Not long
ago I had a good lower berth near the ther
mometer so that I could watch the squint of
the mercury as it clomb up and looked over
the edge of the tube and then gently crawled
back into its bulb again with blue lips and
chattering teeth.
Anon a man with a lnxuriant head of
whiskers .came to me and said I could do
him a great favor if I would swap berths
with his wife, as they had been unable to get
a lower berth. I said I was not very well,
and in other ways seemed to hesitate and
hang back, for it is not long since I gave
my pleasant berth to an unknown woman
who bad not the grace of God in her heart
nor the grace o! anybody else in her general
bearing. She did not even thank me. I
got the pneumonia, and it took two weeks to
rim out mv poor congested lnngs.
Well, this Mr. Whiskers said that the
only reason he wanted a lower berth for his
wile was that she was almost always seasick
while traveling on the cars, and especially
when in an upper berth. He also added
that her berth was over mine. Recalling
the general gloom and other things that
A SEASICK PERSON
can cast over a commnnitv at times, I de
cided to yield my berth. Next morning I
told the conductor about it as I put a large
plaster on my chest. He said yes, that was
getting to be quite a popular way of scaring
a man out of a lower berth now. He hardly
made a trip, he said, that some man was not
rifled of,his berth right in that manner.
At the railway eating houses or other eat
ing works, avoid extending the neck with a
serpentine motion while swallowing, and
endeavor also to avoid any report when
swallowing. Eating is done mostly for the
purpose ol nourishing the physical strength,
and not to frighten other people away from
the table. So you should not move the head
to suit the motion of the knile while eating.
Keep the elbows close to the sides. Raise
the knife slowly, together with its contents,
and insert both into the mouth with an air
of natural candor and sincerity which will
endear you to one and all. If food should
lodge on the blade of the knife up near the
bilt. do not trv to get it off with the mouth.
as the blade may be longer than you had
calculated and injure your voice. A friend
of mine made a mislick of this character
once, and his voice has been cracked in two
places ever since.
Finger bowls with small Turkish towels,
on which the monogram is worked, are still
in favor. Do not take off the cuffs and turn
them when about to use the finger bowl. It
looks too much as if you were affecting a
great degree of neatness in order to attract
attention to yourself.
BE GENTLE WITH BARTHOLOMEW.
When you are married try to be a good
wife to your husband. Trv earnestly to
make him so happy that he will hardly miss
the dear old home nest from which you have
so suddenly snatched him. Be gentle with
him, guiding his youog and tender teet
along the narrow and somewhat lonely path-
Silcott Counting His Cakes.
way of rectitude, firmly yet softly keeping
him pointed in the right direction, as his
parents had done previous to the time when
vou entered the hallowed precincts of his
home and jerked him loose from the genial
soil in which he had grown.
You take upon yourself a frightful re
sponsibility, Estella, when you seek for
the hand of a young man who has never
been married bVore, and though etiquette
will como iu very handy during your
married life, real' affection and unselfish
horse sense are better. I hope that Bar
tholomew will treat you white, and I do
earnestly hope, also, for your sake, that
he does not belong to that great army of
gentlemen who claim to be their own worst
enemies. Bill Nye.
LEARNING A TRADE.
The Necessity Illustrated by the Fable of
the Cat and the Fox.
Every young man and woman should be
come master of some skilled employment.
The Hebrews had a saying, that "he who
does not teach his child a trade briugs him
up to steal." Our great cities are full of
those who, though sober and industrious,
cannot secure work, becanse they are each
a jack-of-all-trades good at none. It sug
gests the fable ot the cat and the fox.
"I," says the fox, "have a hundred cun
ning expedients for escaping from the
hounds."
"I," replied the cat, "have only one I
climb a tree."
One day the hounds caught the fox; and
the cat surveyed the capture from the safe
shelter of her perch.
1890. I
CATCHING THE COD &WSM 1
Methods and Habits of the Fishermen
of Bleak Newfoundland.
THE MERCHANTS POSE AS L0EDS.
i
Trapping the Fish and Drawing Them on
Board With Hook and Line.
KEEPING A PAMILI
CWBITTEIf TOB TUB DISPATCH.
This is the season when the Newfoundland
fisherman, after a mild winter, gets ready to
catch cod. The Newfoundlanders are un
like any other fisher folk anywhere. They
think of nothing but fish, talk nothing but
fish and do nothing but fish.
In Newfoundland training to catch fish
begins as soon as the youngster can waddle,
and the youth thus early introduced to the
only career open to a Newfoundlander con
tinues to fish until be goes to his grave. The
Newfoundland fisherman is the most unam
bitious mortal in the scheme of creation.
But if he isn't happy he doesn't know it,
which, perhaps, is the next best condition of
mind to a keen relish oi present beatitude"
The Newfoundland fisheries are in the con
trol of the merchants, many of whom are
the agents of English and French firms, and
up to these merchants the fisherman
looks much as the old-time peasant
looked up to the lord of the manor.
He expects the merchant to furnish him
with a fishing outfit on credit, furnish him
with provisions on the same svstem and
take bis pay in fish as soon as fish can be
taken. The merchant accepts the situation
and so the Newfoundland fisheries are oper
ated. The outfit the merchant furnishes
may amount to $1,000, but the fisherman not
only gets that, but provisions to last him
and his family and associates all through
the fishing season. He pays an exorbitant
price for everything, but he gets it and
doesn't mind that the boots that go down ou
the books at $7 could have been bought for
$4 cash and that everything else furnished
him is debited in the same ratio. For the
heavier his debt the better care the merchant
will take of him. If storms sweep
the coast and the debtor and his outfit are
both lost the merchant Is so much out, bnt
his profits from his other debtors more than
protect him.
THE PROCESS OF FISHING.
Having selected their fishing ground, the
first thing to do is to set the cod-trap. This
contrivance is a square of netting, about CO
feet on each side, and with a bottom of net
ting at a depth ot 2) feet. This is so moored
as to keep it distended. The top of this
square fence of netting is kept on the sur
face by floats, and tbe bottom nearly touches
the sand. There is an opening on the shore
side, and from the upper part of tbe "gate"
a piece of network fencing runs to the bank.
The fish swimming northward along the
shore strike tbe fence, or "leader," as it is
technically called. They swim carelessly
along this into the trap, find themselves
headed off in every direction, and stay there
cruising round and round, but never going
out the way they came in. Tbe cod is as
unreflectivo as tbe fisherman and accepts
the situation of the trap without flurry.
By and by when the boat goes out with
tbe fishermen to reconnoiter the fish glass
comes in play. This fish glass is a fonr-.oot
tube of galvanized iron with a pane in one
end, and with the other end fashioned to fit
a fisherman's face. By poking tbe glass end
down into the water beneath the disturbed
surface, and wedging his face in the open
end, the fisherman can see whether there are
many fish swimming in his trap. If there
are plenty the dip net is used, and the boat
is loaded by dipping the cod out of the trap.
Tbe fish are then taken ashore and there
split and dried by the women and children.
with hooks and lines.
The off shore fisheries are prosecuted in
ltttle schooners of from 30 to 150 tons
burthen. The fish are taken with hook and
line, and the main lookout of these fisher
men is to get bait to suit the fastidious taste
of the eod. Tbe cod will not eat lood out of
season. When it is the cod's time to eat
herring, nothing but herring will entice
him; when it is his time forcaplin he must
have that or he declines to hook himself, and
when the squid suits his palate
he will go aboard to be
salted under no other inducement. All
vessels are provided with paraphernalia lor
catching bait, but a large dependence is
placed on getting it from the shoremen, and
bait catching is an industry of itself. A
cove is selected, and as soon as a shoal of
herring is discovered a seine is stretched
across the outlet So many herring have
been inclosed at times tbat they have died
by the million, and the receding tide has
left them on acres of the shallows six feet
deep.
With plenty ot bait tne ou-snore nsner
men follow the cod to the coast of Labrador,
and make trips of two and three months'
duration. A good catch for one of these
boats is 700 or 800 quintals a quintal being
112 pounds. Engaged in this sort ol fishery
are vessels from Newfoundland, tbe United
States, France and England, the foreigners
taking their catch directly home.
HE LIVES ON LITTLE.
How the Newfoundlaud fisherman man
ages to live when he isn't fishing is a prob
lem. If after settling with the merchant
he has $125 le.'t he considers tbat he has
made a very prosperous season, and if he
only has half ot that he is not dissatisfied.
Some of that goes in a celebration of his re
turn, and the rest must keep his family un
til spring. But his diet is salt pork, salt
beef and little o it fresh fish, Hamburg
bread, tea and molasses. Fresh meat be
knows little or nothing about. Coffee is a
rarity. The ordinary bread of wheat flour
he calls cake, and eats it sparingly. Baisins
be calls figs, and be doesn't often get them,
"DnfF'isnis desert on Sundays, and on
great occasions he eats "fig dun." Plain
duff is flour, water and fat mixed and
boiled. Fig duff i3 plain duff with a few
raisins in it.
His shelter is on a par with his diet His
home Is a twn-story frame building. A par
tition of boards makes two rooms downstairs,
and tbe same arrangement prevails upstairs
or rather up ladder. The lurnitnre is
home-made and coarse. The beds are ar
ranged like berths aboard ship.
DON'T TILL THE SOIL.
His wife and children may till a patch of
ground, and raise a few potatoes, but there
is no other symptom that the fisherman
cares to make the land help tbe Water con
tribute to his comfort,
Hamburg bread is a peouliar, brown bis
cuit, like leather when it' is new aud like
granite when it is old. A long time ago it
was imported from Hamburg. Later on,
Hamburg bakers were imported to make it.
Their descendants bake it now and keep the
method of its manufacture n secret.
And so the Newfoundland fisherman lives
on from year to year. The cod come to his
trap, and the agent of his creditor take3
them away, paling turn a small share and
putting the rest down to the account of the
trap, and the rest if the outfit that perhaps
is never fully paid for. J. H. D.
ITlie French-Grrinan Feud.
New York Herald.!
Bismarck It's a long time between wars,
Monsieur Caruot
Carnot (who thinks France is not fully
prepared yet) Why have a war? Dr. Lag
nean says the French are dying out and will
all be dead in 500 years.
Bismarck Humph! Too long to wait.
Can't you make it less?
Carnot Well, I will see, my friend. Per
haps we can if all the doctors will cooperate.
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WRITTEN FOR
BY ELIZABETH
Author of "Gates Ajar,"
AND THE REV. HERBERT D. WARD.
Continued From Last Sunday.
CHAPTER XX.
THE WATERS OVERWHELMED THEM.
But Lazarus, who had often heard this
sound as of a torrent, said again:
"It is naught, dearest. The waters are
above. Thou shalt come to the Temple dry
sliod. Keep up thy strength and despair
not"
He had no time to comfort her as his heart
would. He felt a dumb fear lest tbe other
stone door were barred, too. He redoubled
his pace and Zahara followed downward.
At this moment his foot splashed sandal
deep in water. He stopped. They listened;
he stood with his arm protectingly over her
shoulder, she with her head upon his heart
The maiden's ears had not been deceived.
The murmuring of daihing water was now
clearly distinguishable. Lazarus thought
that they were within 20 feet of the bottom
of the descent. They were beneath the
Tyropcean Valley. He fancied he could
hear the breathing of the city as it slept
Ho could not believe that it was water at
his feet. He stooped, aud fell backward as
he did so. He touched and tasted. "It is
icy as the snows of Lebanon," he murmured
to himself.
"What is it?" asked Zahara. "Why go
we not on? It is cold and I am tired. Is it
much further to the temple?" A low, gur
gling noise was now heard. It seemed to
come from the ascent ahead of them. Za
hara gave a little cry.
"Water !" cried Zthara. "I feel It in
front of me. I touch it." Lazarus could not
answer. The horror of the situation com
pletely unmanned him. He stooped again,
and his hands followed those of Zahara and
groped down the descent. The tips of their
fingers, their hands, their wrists were envel
oped in a pool of cold water. The depth at
their feet increased with nightmare rapiditv.
Lazarus Jost bis head, bade Zahara stand
still, and madly plunged down. He slipped.
He was waist deep, shoulder deep before he
knew it. The water chilled nim to the mar
row. It dragged him down. It now flashed
upon him (or the first time that this was a
part of the High Priest's diabolical plot to
murder them. He called, "Zahara, I drown I
Help me !" aud made a mighty effort to re
gain his footing. The girl in the meantime
had unwound her brilliant Damascus shawl;
it was fully eight feet long. She had re
treated so that the flood only bathed her feet.
"I throw my shawl to thee, Lazarus, my
love," cried Zibara. "Seize it, and thou
art safe!" Lazarus felt the drapery touch
the water beside him. He said nothing, but
concentrated his weakened body upon the
effort to reach the shawl. Zahara" pulled as
she never could have done before love armed
her muscle. Lazarus was soon at her feet.
She caught him by the arm. Here was the
clear brain, now, and the strong bodv. Laz
arus was an exhausted man.
'We must away and back, or the flood
will overwhelm us," she cried authorita
tively. The water bubbled beneath them like an
infernal spring. The torrent chased tbem
and licked their feet The slipper? lime
stones betrayed their footing, and they fell.
Then they crawled upon their hands and
knees. They struggled to their feet and
feebly ran, and gained a distance hand in
hand. Now and again they stopped
and heard the waters gurgling be
low, behind them. Then, despairingly,
they climbed again. The cataract
dashed against them in tbe darkness. They
could but cling, and when they stopped they
kissed. They could not speak. Now Laz
arus began to grow weaker. Zahara took
him by one hand and dragged, and then bv
both hands, while she backed up the ascent,
sitting on each step, to get a better chance to
pull her lover. As she did so, the water
hissed and swirled and caught them. There
was a roar above. It was the echo of the
water below. Now Zahara panted. Her
heart gave way. Then the steps ceased, and
there was a level walk for a lew feet. Laz
arus recovered breath. Tney staggered and
ran, if such feeble steps could be called run
ning, ane reverberations In the tunnel
increased, 'lney beard the waters ripple
upon the floor ot the passage. Another as
cent came. There were no fteps. The water
poured upon them. It was so steep and slip
pery that they could not make 'headwav.
Zahara led the way. Beaten back, they
stopped for breath and courage. The respite
was too much for Lazarus. He fainted. Za
hara supported him until the weight proved
too heavy for her strength, then let him sink
toward the torrent; she fell down beside
him, and drew his head upon her bosom.
She thought him dead. She knew her own
end would come soon. Sne heard the pro
fluence of water with a kind ol large in
difference. How long would it take until
the pool of death overwhelmed her? What
cared she? She would die like a queen, for
her king was there. The flood rose. Her
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STUART PHELPS,
"Beyond the Gates,"
waist was submerged. She lifted her lover's
face higher toward her own. She was ready
for the last kiss.
CHAPTER XXL
MYSTERIOUS POWER IN THE PALACE.
Face to face with a hideous death, Za
hara's mind made a sudden bound into a
train of thought quite foreign to her.
"Here is a chance for tbat Nazarene fel
low! It he were what Lazarus thinketh
him, I would that he were here to experi
ment in our calamity."
At this moment the lips of Lazarus moved,
and the fainting mau muttered something;
with agonized indistinctness. Zahara bent
desperately trying to hear what he said to
catch his last dear word. The water had
reached his throat; she tried to raise bis
head a little higher on her breast; her own
form rocked in the risinjr torrent; as she
stooped, the water poured into her mouth
and 'she gasped with the cold shock. The
head of her lover drooped and fell.
"Masterl" murmured the drowning man,
"Lord, forgive me, for I loved Thee all the
while "
"Lazjrus!" called Zahara with a piercing
cry, "arouse thee! The water recedes!" As
she spoke these words the current sank sud
denly; it made a strong, sucking sound, as
if the water were drawn off by some power
ful agency, and whirled away into the dark
neas of an unknown pit A torch flared and
filled the cha.tlv litl,-(,... . -r
which she looked up, tremblins to see the
haggard countenance of the High Preist. har
ather.
The facts of the situation were covered by
a few words. Eebecca, the slave, had been
devoured by agony and indecision. Between
distress for her mistress and terror for her
self, thegirl's tongue had halted a little too
long. Who could blame her? Death was
an easy penalty to inflict upon a disobedient
servant in those dark davs; power like that
of Annas was royal. A' girl's life would
have gone out at the beck of his ringed
uuKt:r, ana wno would have given it a
thought? Bebecca, in short, was afraid to
tell. It was not until a guardsman
brought her the terrible report tbat the
High Priest, for vengeance on his daughter's
lover, had turned the water of the Temple
cistern loose into the shalt, that Eebecca
fled shrieking to Annas, flinging the words
into his cold ears.
"Thy daughter, my mistress, the lady
Zahara, pensheth with Lazarus!"
Cursing the girl with everv anathema that
agony and the ecclesiastical mind suggested,
theiwretched father ran to the rescue of his
child. The young Levite was dispatched
upon the wings ot the wind, to turn the
waters from the vault by the secret process
known only to the Temple and the priest
hood. But this, alas, took time and time
teer8,ws n0I,e t0 Pare- Annas flung open
the slide behind the grapevine, sick with
.eirur, mur prepareu to and th-it before the
waters could be drawn off Zabara, the
Princess of the most distinguished priestly
house of that age would have been drowned
by the hand of her own father like vermia
in a crack.
The discovery that the torrent had been
already drawn from tbe tunnel stupefied
Annas. For the moment, the question
Who did it? shot through his mind with a
force that deadened his emotion at the sight
of his daughter's living face. At first ha
did not speak to tbe poor girl, who crawled
to meet him, dragging her unconscious lover
in her arms. Had Lazarus learned tha
secret of brazen screws and hidden springs,
and dark mysteries known only to the altar,
and the sacred cratt? The High Priest
flung a glance of scowling hate at the pros
trate man. But this one was enough. That
limp, helpless figure, that ghastlv face,
those hleless arms? Plainly these had
never performed the subtle and perilous
feat Clearly it was almost if not altogether
a drowned man who lay so piteously at the
priest's feet The countenance of Annas
now expressed the acutest confusion. Then
who did it?
"Father," moaned Zahara, "Father, w
perish. 8ave ns if thou Iovest me!"
The High Priest made no reply. Ha
stepped from the vault scornfully, and
slowlv turned his back.
"Father!" cried Zahara, "Dear father!"
The girl abased herself, falling to her face
ujJon the clammy stone; she caught at tha
ueui oi me pnesiiy garment and tissed it
Then with averted face, the High Priest
spoke:
"Thee I save. Thon art the daughter of
my houw, and tbe child of my loins. Death
thou deserveth, for thou hast brought dis
grace upon the name of Annas. But thee I
save. Follow me from this place ef shme.
Him who hath wrought us this scandal I
EaTe 0,?y,. Lea7e him to bi fate. and attend
my will."
"Nay, thenl" cried Zahara, proudly, "if
thou leavest my beloved, thou leavest me.
I stir not from this living tomb without
him.
She clasped the unconscious man tha
closer in her arms, ana obstinately seated
herself on the wet limestone, as 11 sha in
tended to remain there. Lazarus had now
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