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The Reported Quarrel
Financial Matters.
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BOTH PUT IN A DENIAL.
Separation Due to Failure of San
toy's Yoice.
10,000,000 GOSPEL HIHNS SOLD
icoRREsroirozxcx or Tire DisrATcn-i
New Yoke, April 5.
BE famous revivalists,
Dwight Lyman Moody
and Ira David Sankey,
have dissolved partner
ship. Mr. Moody has for
a month been laboring
in New York and near
it, but, instead of Mr.
i , Sankey, the singing has
' been done by several dif
ferent vocalists. These
persons have been on trial, 'with a view to
their valne and availability as new partners
with the evangelist jn his future work. A
large number of sufficiently excellent singers
have applied for the place, but not only is
right voice and vocal method required, but
the individual must be an earnest, sincere
Christian.
The assertion is current in religious cir
cles here that Moody and Sankey have
parted under unfriendly conditions and for
merely sordid reasons; but both of the gen
tlemen are ingenious in their efforts to have
the world understand that they are friends
still, and propose to remain friends forever.
It is granted that they have not appeared on
the same platform since October of last year.
This, however, does not imply that these
world-circling evangelists have no longer
any thoughts in common, nor that they no
longer find any congeniality in each other's
society. A recent incident alone in the
lives of these men must stand as strong cir
cumstantial proof of itself that they are
yet friends. And still what an insignificant,
inconsequential circumstance after all!
Simply the breaking ot bread by both at
the same table.
DISPOSAL OP THE PROFITS.
The belief by some folks is that they
separated because of a disagreement about
the profits arising from tbe publication of
that enormously circulated song book,
"Gospel Hymns." A more specific cause
of tbe disagreement was even whispered. It
was that each utilized his share of the great
profits of the Moody & Sankey liymnbook
in so widely different a manner as to cause
contention. Mr. Moody was said to be con
scientiously devoting his share largely to
the several religious and charity institu
tions which he has founded, while Mr.
Sankey was intent upon acquiring a fortune
for himself.
Experience has convinced the writer that
it is harder to learn of the disposition which
a successful evangelist makes of his money
than it is to predict the price of certain rail
road stocks six months hence. Difficulties
confront you upon every side when you set
out to solve the first problem. So they do
in the latter, bat then, in time, you will get
an answer. And it may be satisfactory to
you, and it may not But evangelists, for
the most part, dislike to talk about money
matters. So when your correspondent
started on the particular mission of ascer
taining who was the more charitable man of
the two, Mr. Moody or Mr. Sankey, and,
in the event of one being less charitable
than the other, if that fact could be accept
ed as a basis for the supposed separation
between them, it was found that the task re
quired a trained diplomat.
A TALK -WITH MOODY.
Mr. Moody had labored an hour longer
than usual at the Collegiate church, in this
city, when he was gsntly questioned on the
several problems already referred to. He
was extremely gracious, and he talked un
hesitatingly. "My religious and charitable institu
tions?" said he interrogatively. "Well,
there are four now that I am particularly
interested in: The Young Ladies' Seminary
st Northlield, Mass.; the ML Hermon
School for Young Men at Mt. Hermon,
Mass., and two similar institutions in
Chicago."
"These you founded and they are still
maintained by you, Mr. Moody?" was
asked.
"Yes, I founded them, but a body of trus
tees has charge of the maintenance of all
four of these institutions."
"Hone of these schools, then, was the out
come of the efforts, conjointly, of Moody
and Sankey, but of yourself, individ
ually?" "Yes, they are the result of my own
labors."
"And, If you " please, Mr. Moody, what
institutions has Mr; Sankey founded?"
"Oh! (musingly) none that I'm aware of.
But (hastily) his money is.in these schools.
Oh! yes, his money is in them."
Here was a capital opportunity to clinch
Dwighl Lyman Moody.
tbe real question or the hour, and in fact the
nub of the interview. The querist clinched,
something after this style:
DENIES THE -WHOLE STORY.
"Mr. Moody, has a separation occurred
between Mr. Sankey and yourself because
of wide differences of opinion regarding
the proper methods of disposing of your in
comes." "We have not separated. It is absolutely
untrue." ... ...
"The supposition has got abroad that
Moody and Sankey have parted company
because Mr. Moody sees fit to disburse his
dollars in a 'avishly charitable manner in
support of several religious institutions,
while Mr. Sankey studiously avoids sup
porting any institution, and is religiously
increasing his own fortune handsomely
enough."
"That is not so," replied Mr. Moody. "It
is entirely incorrect, Mr. Sankey is a most
generous benefactor of any worthy religions
institution, and especially has he befriended
and aided in a most substantial way the
schools which I have already named to
you."
"How do you account for the report that
you and he have quarreled and separated?"
"I suppose it's because we haven't been
together. As a matter of fact we haven't
worked together since October last. Mr.
Sankey had tbe grip and his voice couldn't
stand the strain of four or five meetings a
day. You know very well that a man's
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what it was at 30 years. We used to an
nounce 'Moody and Sankey' for several
meetings a day, but Mr. Sankey would be
unable to appear at some of them, and the
result would be great disappointment
BASKET CAX'X STAlfD THE STRAIN.
"This naturally used to detract very appre
ciably from the interest in the meetings. So
nowadays we don't announce Mr. Sankey
and nobody is disappointed. Mr. and Mrs.
Needbam are singing at our meetings just
now. Physically. Mr. Sankey cannot bear
the severe'strain of four and five meetings
daily and that is why he is not laboring
with me in this series of revivals. It is dif
ferent with me. I can preach at half a
doze' meetings every day and do it right
PJ ej wfSal
Ira D. Sankey.
along. If I cared only to hold one service
daily, of course that would make it very
easy for Mr. Sankey. We should announce
his name to the public and then he wouldn't
disappoint anyone. It docs not do
to say that 'Moody and Sankey'
will conduct evangelical services
at such and such a church, and have Mr.
Sankey fail to respond, leaving only Moody
to appear. That is the only reason why we
are not at, present together. We have had
no disagreement Mr. Sankey took lunch
with me only a few days ago at the Pars:
Avenue Hotel. For the last five years the
report has spread over the country that we
bad quarrelled and fallen ont. We haven't,
and, what's more, we're not likely to."
Mr. Moody's manner was perfectly calm
and unruffled. There was naught in his bear
ing orspeech that did notindicate a complete
confirmation of his story. Had the two
evangelists been the bitterest of enemies you
never could have discovered the fact by any
thing that Mr. Moody said or did. The
newspaper man did not dwell upou the sub
ject of a possible hitch in Moody and San
key's heretofore amicable arrangements.
BASKET'S EVIDENCE NOT NEEDED.
Mr. Sankey was not in the immediate vi
cinity of New York. It wasn't at all neces
sary to have his corroboration, for such it
surely would be, of Moody's explanation.
The latter is the execntive officer of the two.
He has always done all the talking. Mr.
Sankey has enjoyed no sinecure as the vo-
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calist of the pair. His work has been hard
and he feels the ill effects of it now, as wit
ness his voice, which grows husky and
throaty even after a couple of services of
song. Mr. Moodv himself says this is so.
It was a significant fact that while Mr.
Moody was demonstrating that Mr. Sankey
and himself were still the very best of
friends, he carefully refrained from promis
ing in any way that they would be associ
ated together in the future. The intimation
was plainly given that Sankey had lost his '
magmheent voice, ana, pcriorce, mucn ot
his old-time effectiveness as a revivalist
When Mr. Moody was questioned as to
the sales of "Gospel Hymns." he quickly
replied: "I was about to say that I know no
more about it than yourself. I really
couldn't tell you, for the entire business i's
in the hands of a committee of a dozen or
15 gentlemen, who are trustees of the insti
tutions in Massachusetts, at Northfield and
Mt Hermon. These gentlemen act as an
auditing committee, oversee all disburse
ments and examine carefully into all tbe
receipts. You must understand that, prac
tically, all the profits received from the
sale of this hymn book are applied by the
trustees to the funds of the two institutions
I have mentioned.
SALES OF GOSPEL HYMNS.
"We have been publishing that book
since 1873, when Mr. Sankey and I first
visited England together. It's hard to tell
whether "Gospel Hvmns" circulates more
extensively in the old country or in America.
They publish one edition of the book in
England with a certain number of selected
hymns without the music for a pennv a
copy, a million copies at a time. We
haven't been in England since 1884. We
made four trips in all across the water, and
when we were in England our book, of
course, would have a great deal better sale.
And again, it must be borne in mind, there
have been French and German translations
of "Gospel Hymns," with very extensive
sales following their publication. There
are as many as five series of the hymn book
published in the United States, and they
range in price from SO cents to $5 a hundred
copies. All depends upon tbe style and
quality of the binding. Its 17 years of ex
istence as a standard hymn book has natur
ally developed a traffic ot such dimensions
that I cannot nor will I attempt to give you
any figures."
"And how is it with your own works of
ecclesiastical literature, Mr. Moody?"
"I only know that they have reached such
and such a thousand as indicated in the cata
logue of the publisher, Mr. Eevell. I do
know this, that piratical publishers have
stolen mv sermons and printed them without
mv knowledge and consent But not many
thousands have circulated in this way, I be
lieve" HOW MOODY AND SANKEY MET.
The first meeting between Moody and San
key was in 1871 at an international conven
tion of the Young Men's Christian Associa
tion, at Indianapolis. They were delegates.
In the devotional exercises Moody was
strongly attracted by Sankey's voice, and,
after a service of song, he inquired: "Where
do you live?"
"In New Castle, Pennsylvania," replied
Sankey.
"I want you," Moody then remarked
bluntly.
"What for?" questioned Sankey.
"To help me in my work in Chicago."
"I cannot leave my business," protested
Sankey.
"You must I have been looking for you
for the last eight years. You must give up
your business and come to Chicago with
me."
"I will-think of it I will pray over it
I will talk it over with my wife."
Several weeks later the firm of Moody and
Sankey was formed in earnest.
Desirous of obtaining figures regarding
the sale ol Moody and Sankey's book, a call
was made on a member of tbe firm of Big
low & Main. He held that it was none of
the public's business what Moody and
Banker made oat of "Gospel Hymns," but
IE PITTSBURG DISPATCH
he said that no religious song book ever en
joyed the popularity of "Gospel Hymns."
He quoted the name ot a religious publica
tion, which he remarked had a sale of 1,200,
000 copies.
TEN MILLIONS ABOUT BIGHT.
"If you were to credit these figures to
'Gospel Hymns' you would be much below
the true circulation, and yet, if the figures
were quoted at 18,000,000 copies, yon would
be eauallv extravagant in your estimate."
When it was hinted that perhaps 10,000,
000 copies might be about the right amount,
he simply shut his eve and said nothing.
"Why have Moodv and Sankey separat
ed?" suddenly asked the caller.
How that eye did snap open again!
"I didn't know they had separated," was
the replv spoken very caustically. "I've
heard rumors but I don't believe a word of
them. I know Moody and Sankey are just
as thick now as they ever were. I know we
don't hear of Sankey singing lately. A
man's voice doesn't last forever."
A reDresentative of the New York branch
of the Cincinnati publishing house of the
John Church Company, said he knew of no
reason for separation. "Gospel Hymns"
was the best selling book of its kind they
had on the shelves of their warehouses. The
head clerk in the publishing bonse of
Fleming H. Eevell also resented the imputa
tion that Moody and Sankey had quarreled.
Mr. Moody, in 1862, married Miss Emma C.
Eevell, whose brother. Fleming H., is the
sole publisher of Moody's individual works.
Perhaps after all it is better to interpret
Mr. Moody's statements like this: "Yes,
we are separated for the present. We are
separated because of the inability of Mr.
Sankey to meet the demands made upon his
voice. " Financially, we have not been put
asunder by any disagreement That's all."
S. N. D.
POLITICS IS HEREDITARY
A Repnbllcnn'a Dnnahter Makes n Serloni
Cfamrco Agnimt .Cleveland.
Lewlston Journal.
The droll sayings of children usually crop
out in unexpected places in Sunday schools
or at religious meetings where a man would
ratner give 5 than be caught laughing. I
am reminded of this by nu incident which
occurred recently in one of our Maine towns.
A Sunday school teacher asked her class:
"Who betrayed the Savior?"
The little ones, who had not been
thoroughly instructed in theology, failed to
answer correctly. Finallv, a little girl
guessed: "John Peter Paul Job," but
being assured by the teacher that she had
not named the right partv, added: "Well,
then, it must have been Cleveland."
"That girl's father is a Republican,"
whispered an astute member of the Bible
class, who had overheard the remark.
TUB AGE OP MUSCLE.
Samson Isn't tbe Ktrongeat Ulan Nowadays
in iho Sranll Boy's Opinion.
Lewistown Joarnal.3
Boys, as a rule, answer questions more
promptly than girls; a cirenstance which
frequently renders their blunders indescrib
ably amusing. In one of the many Maine
school-houses that on the seventh day of the
week are made to do duty as churches, a
worthy deacon, who had charge of the
Sunday school, began catechising a class of
boys by asking: "Who was the strongest
man?"
Without hesitating an instant, an 8-year-old-youngster
shouted: "Sullivan! Now
ask me who's the boss catcher."
THE CHARM OP GOAT HILL.
Verses to a Dellghtfal nnd Weil-Known
Subnrb at tbe Gns City.
IWKITTEN FOB TUB DISF.A.TC&.
"Goat Hill, a delightful suburb of Pitts
burg, extensively settled by noblemen of
Celtic descent, and remarkable for its large
and amasingly hungry herds of goats."
Xeio Qazeteer.
Away far away from the roar of the street,
Where breezes run riot at will.
The poet recalleth a rural retreat.
Which goes by the name of "Goat Hill."
Ob! dear to my heart is that ravishing scene.
As In fancy I visit It still
Its chalets. Its goats, and its valleys so green.
All parts of tbe charm of Goat Hill.
n.
Through the long summer days howl fondly re
clined. While Nature made love to my soul;
On a couch of rich grass, which tbe goats left
behind
In tbe shade of a telegraph pole!
There I dreamed of a borne far from cities and
sins.
With a nymph, to my Jack to play Jill.
When tbe gentle goats browse on the castaway
tin.
'Mid tbe gardens and bowers of Goat Hill.
m.
'Twas there wben the stars Were awake In the
Tbe sons ot tbe hillside I've seen.
With pitchers and bottles, proceed on the sly,
To Gllllgan's private shebeen!
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Goals Browse on Castaway Tins.
And there, ob, my Bridget! each calm after
noon, I witnessed tbee milking with skill.
The goats that belonged to tbe Cbateau if ul
doon. Whose battlements frowned on Goat HOI I
IV.
Bat tbe mow Is abroad and tbe slush Is a bore,
And tbe windbriugeth tears to my eyes;
I would it were bright, brilliant Bummer once
more.
In sptte of the heat and tbe flies!
For then shall I fly to that well-belov'd spot,
Sweet peace from Its vales to distil;
Bo I'm saving up money to purchase a lot
In the rural ravines of Goat Hill I
JOHN G. BRENAN.
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In the Shade of a Telegravh, Pole.
PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, APBIL 6, 1890.
CLAEA BELLE'S CHAT.
The Rage for Elding to Untie at the
Equestrian Academies.
A DUDE'S UNLUCKY L0YE AFFAIR.
Commendable Pride Displayed by a Work
ing Girl in a 8treet Car.
DRESS REFORM FOR LADI WRITERS
rCOEItrSPONDKNCI Or THE DISFATC1I.1
New York, April 5.
ANCING out of
Holy week into
Easter week, "our
best sassiety" is once
more ready for live
liness. Not that Lent
has been altogether
apathetic. We sim
ply changed our di
versions. We didn't
forego them. Among
the favorite amuse
ments was music
riding. These affairs
in the New York
equestrian academies are largely attended.
A music ride means a ride on horseback to
music. That is, people goto a riding school
on certain evenings, get on their horses,
and amble about the enclosure to popular
airs played by a band. Meanwhile, their
friends sit in the galleries and look on.
Occasionally an aspiring girl, or possibly
a fat woman, falls off a horse and thus en
livens the proceedings; but usually it is
simply a monotonous circling around the
ring by those who like to show their riding
clothes and enjoy social intercourse with
their partners. An easy system of etiquette
prevails. Everybody talks to his neighbor;
and, as the pupils usually have to be
properly introduced at these schools, there
is not much danger of undesirable persons
intruding themselves. Once in a great
while a black sheep comes in and gives the
other riders something to gossip about.
Once her character is found out, however,
her tickets for riding are quietly withheld
by the management. She is told all the
horses are engaged, and the quality of the
music ride is placed beyond cavil.
A dude's unlucky love.
A very young man with a light, goose
down mustache, pale blue eyes, a No. 12
neck and a laige faith in his physical at
tractions has been haunting the front row
of one of our theaters lately in the vain
hope that a certain handsome girl in the
company would recognize what a beautiful
example of masculinity he is. His con
tinual communications, accompanied by
bunches of roses, met with a saddening sort
of silence, but still he did not despair, and
this week he outdid himself by sending a
huge basket of flowers with the request
that, if his attentions were viewed with
favor, the idol of his heart should at the
performance that night wear a cluster of the
violets on her bosom. It happens that a
bright little girl of 8 takes a part in the
play, and the callow youth was astonished
when he saw his bunch of violets at the
throat of the child. The woman and the
girl have a colloquy together in one scene,
and on this occasion they introduced a few
lines that were not in the'author's text.
"Oh, where did you get those sweet vio
lets," asked the actress.
"A dude sent them to me," replied the
child.
"Why, joa little.m.qujej" replied the ac
tress; "do you mean to say that -you have
become the victim of dudes at your ace?"
"Yes, indeed," said the child with im
mense gravity; "and I am to wear these
flowers when I go out with nurse so that he
may know I like him."
Then the regular lines of the play were
resumed. About that time a red and white
young man, evidently hnrrying for a train,
was seen flying up the aisle of the theater.
HER PRIDE WAS ADMIRABLE.
Some yonng men are not so well informed
in the requisite formalities toward the fem
inine sex as they ought to be, and it was one
of this order that put a young woman on a
Bowery horse car after the theater, the other
night, and left her to get to Harlem alone,
while he went in an opposite directiou to
Brooklyn. Seeing her safely ensconced in
the car, the young man thrust a 5-cent piece
into the hand of the conductor and jumped
from the platform. In a few moments the
conductor entered the car, and stood before
the girl awaiting her fare. She looked quea
tioningly at him and said nothing.
"Fare, miss," said the conductor.
The girl blushed. "Jimmy I mean
didn't the young man pay my fare?" asked
she.
"He paid his own fare, not yours," replied
the conductor, gruffly.
''But he didn't take a ride. He only put
me on the car."
"That's all right He rode all the same.
I want your fare."
The girl made a movement toward her
pocket and then hesitated. Springing to her
feet, she murmured, as tbe tears came to her
eyes: "Let me off, please."
"What." exclaimed the conductor. "You
ain't got the price of a ride. Oh, pshaw! you
kin ride free, then."
SHE MEANT WHAT SHE SAID.
But the meek little Harlem maid, with
her smart 52 hat and well-worn jacket, was
game. Her pretty mouth settled firmly over
her white teeth. "You will stop the car
and let me off," said the girl, as Imperiously
as a princes).
Two men passengers offered nickels for the
girl to the conductor, who was now insisting
that he did not require any fare. The girl
thanked them. "I wish to get off at once,"
she cried, fixing her big, angry eyes upon
the conductor.
"I made a mistake. Miss," said the latter.
"I don't want no fare."
The girl fluttered out to the platform, and,
as gracefully and sure as a bird, swung from
the step, while the oar was dashing along at
a sharp pace, aud vanished in the Bowery
crowd. I happen to know that she walked
home in the snow, a distance of four miles.
New York Burely has among its working
ranks girls whose pride ought to win them
coronets. A duchess could not have out
shone in dignity of poise this timid young
Harlem maiden.
RECEPTIONS THAT ARE BORES.
The wit who affirmed that the only thing
he disliked about a concert was the music
would be inclined to find fault with after
noon and evening receptions, as they are
conducted in this city. Conversation is
simply out of the question. The hostess an
nounces one reader or singer after another
in such rapid succession thai all one can do
is to submit to fate and be silent. At times
the lady accepts the performer on faith, and
the result is a wretched amateur entertain
ment, to which the guests must listen in
respectful silence. Antiques who voted for
John Quincy Adams ofter make their ap
pearance at receptions, and offer to read
something. Ella Wheeler Wilcox lately
made the experiment of a French conversa
zione. She required all her guests to con
verse in French. It was comical. Her bus
band asked:
"Have you read the poem of my last
wife?"
To which the person addressed thus "re
plied: "No; but I hope I have read thelast poem
of your first wife."
A French lady present was asked her
opinion of the experiment. "Ze tour of
Babble," she replied with a shrug of the
shoulder.
NOT THIS WAT IN PITTSBUEQ.
When wilL an apostle of taste arise and
preach in the wilderness peopled with blua
stockings, telling them how to dress? Here
is a mission for some woman of brains. It
is an incontrovertible fact that writing for
money or glory too often carries with it let
ters patent to dress outrageously. The
literary sisters generally go in for originality
and turn out absurdity and eccentricity
combined.
There is one young writer in town whose
fearful and wonderful gowns are the laugh
ing stock of everybody who knows her. The
poor girl thinks she is picturesque, and so
wears the most startling and abominable
of costumes. When she first came she wore
a ring on her first finger. Some one told her
to call it in, but no one has been kind
enough to curb her decorative propensities
in any other direction, and now whenever
she walks abroad she is a sight for gods and
men. Her flaring hats and her low-cut
gowns just beat all. It she would restrain
her picturesque proclivities and be content
to dress as ordinary mortals, she wouldn't
be half bad looking. As it is she is a
horror.
AT THE WOMAN'S PRESS CLUB.
There is a fashion writer whose frocks and
bonnets set your teeth on edge, 'and as for a
certain poetess of passion who goes in for
the Esthetic, you simply wish you were a
man for about five minutes that you might
rail profanely at her execrable raiment.
In all the varionsNew York literary cliques
the tastefully and correctly dressed writer
is an anomaly. At the Woman's Press
Club reception, the other night, how many
well-dressed women did we see? We could
count them on the fingers of one hand.
Think of the. best paid woman editor in
town wearing a guy of a gown and hat.
"Who's that lady with the trimming?"
asked a man the moment she entered the
room.
That was it she was all trimming. She
is good looking, and with her salary ought
to be a good dresser. There were a half
dozen ladies dressed like servants. Bedad,
Mary Ann on her Sunday out would make a
better appearance. Oneprettywriterwhoap
peared in a scarlet gown, a bat a size or two
too small for her head, and ridiculous scar
let shoes, which she took good care everyone
in the room should see, was simplv a curios
ity. SOME OTHER SHOWS.
A lot of the women of course wore the
everlasting black silk up to the ears. In no
gown does our sex look more uninteresting.
Another writer ambling around in a trained
red velvet looked as if she had escaped from
some Shakespearean show. There is no
sense in literary women rigging themselves
out in inch fashion. They ought to pay
some attention to fashion, and help remove
the justifiable idea that they know abso
lutely nothing about dress.
Next neighbor to the badly dressed liter
ary woman is tbe Delsarto fright. The
other night at the Brunswick just before
tbe reading of Mr. Miller's clever paper on
the "Demand and Supply of Modern Liter
ature" before the Goethe Club, in walked a
well-known woman in an outlandish gown.
Her little face under its halo of towsled
black hair rose from a high-necked gown of
putty colored plush. Che was guiltless of
corsets, and her frock was loose in front and
Watteaued in the back.
SHE CHEATED A SENSATION.
Well, she looked for all the world as if
she had just gotten out of bed, thrown on a
dressing gown and cap and started for the
Brunswick. There was a hush in the room
as the exponent of art in dress entered, and
then a furious gabble.
"Great Scott!" I heard a man say, "I
wouldn't travel around with that it it were
shut up in a hand bag."
She certainly looked like the Witch of
Endor, and yet she is supposed to know it
all.
Women capable of exploits are a nuisance,
and one of the riding academies has had to
shut ont a disciple of straddle-saddlers for
equestriennes. She was a professional dres3
reformer, and songht advertisement through
immodesty. Sherurged that there would be
'novelty, but no offense, in the sight of a
woman on horseback man-fashion. The
manager replied thafusage made tbe differ
ence, and that he wouldn't risk the shock to
the spectators. Clara Belle.
BEFRIENDED A MURDERER.
Remarknblo Experience of Clara Morris
Husband With Tiro Brothers.
Chicago Tribune.
The gentleman seen about McVicker's
Theater last week with long gray side
whiskers is F. C. Harriott, the husband of
Clara Morris. He used to be a newspaper
reporter in New York. There was a poor
devil his name was Bulofson who was in
the Tombs for murder. Harriott wrote the
story of the murder. In doing so he be
came interested in the fellow and offered
to defend him in court, which he did. Bu
lofson was convicted and died on the scaf
fold. Harriott never deserted him. He
went with him to tbe scaffold, and the last
words of Bulofson were the ones he spoke to
Harriott.
Several years elapsed. Harriott was in
San Francisco, i He went to a picture
gallery one day and saw a man whose face
was familiar. He said to him: "I must
have seen you before. What is your name?"
"Bulofson."
"I defended a man by that name, accused
of murder in New York. He was hanged."
The man turned white, trembled and
waliced out of the room. The next landing
above was the roof. Tbe man went out
there and committed suicide. He was the
brother of the man whom Harriott had
defended.
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BLOWING 0DT THIS M005.
A Yoang Boy's Bather Irreverant but Very
Fanny Observation.
Lewlston Journal. 1
The literalness of children may be offered
in excuse for their want of reverence. Near
my lodging lives a doctor whose gate is
illuminated at night by means of a large oil
lamp. One day it burned until noon,
through the forgetfulness of its owner,
whose wife laughed at him for his negli
gence.! My landlady's son, a thoughtful 5-year-old,
was much impressed by the cir
cumstance. Subsequently, one winter
morning after sunrise, the youngster beheld
the moon shining dimly in the western sky.
Having never before seen both orbs at the
same time he was greatly surprised, and re
marked gravelv to his mother:
"I guess God's wife has got the laugh on
him this time."
"Why, my son, what do you mean?"
asked tbe horrified mother.
"He's as bad as Dr. B ," cried the ex
cited boy. "He's forgot to blow out his
moon."
W0E8 OF TBE TYPEWRITERS.
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Women Are the Hardest to Please and
Lawyer's Copy the Most Difficult.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Of all persons who have typewriter work
done women are the most difficult to please.
They want to include so much in their com
munications, and are so particular about
how to say it that often they insist on hav
ing what would appear to be unnecessary
changes made, and it is sometimes very an
noying. The easiest people to please are actors.
They are always pleasant, and prepare their
copy carefully. Newspaper men are much
the same way. Traveling men drummers
as a rule are not difficult to please. Hotel
typewriter girls have very little work to do
lor preachers. It just gives typewriters the
horrors to do law work, the -phrases are so
professionally foggy as to appear complex.
Anotherf Tnlmage's Creeds.
Dr. Talmage announces himself in favor
of less post-mortem praise and more ante
mortem. He would change the saying,
"Speak nothing but good of the dead," to
"Say something pleasant about the living."
SW SPOT PROPHECY.
Events in ihe Financial World May
Some Day be Predicted.
PACTS THAT MAKE IT POSSIBLE.
Solar Disturbances Known to Have Some
Terrestrial InflaVnce
AND DOUBTLESS AFFECT- WEATHER
rwniTTXJT TOB THB DISPATCH. 1
IF some one were to
announce that he
hoped by observations
on the disk of Old Sol
to predict important
crises in the financial
world, his idea would
doubtless be hailed as
a chimera, and the
man himself would be
considered a hundred
times worse than a
quack weather
prophet. Yet this, or
something approach
ing it, is among the
possibilities in the
near future.
The earth is almost entirely dependent on
the sun for light and heat, and is held in its
orbit by his attractive force. In addition to
this there is a connection between his solar
majesty and our planet which is supposed
to be an electrical one, and may
be found to influence or even control
mateorological conditions on the earth, on
which of course depend the crops, by which
the financial world is greatly affected. Long
before the invention ot theteleseope the fair
disk of the sun was occasionally seen to be
marred by a bfack spot, which would re
main visible for a few days, and then would
either simply fade away or be carried out of
sight by the rotation of the sun, which is
accomplished in about 26 days.
THE SPOTS VAKY PERIODICALLY.
Among the first facta discovered by
Galileo with his telescope was that there
were frequently a number of spots to be
seen. Although they have been observed
ever since, it was not until the middle of
the present century that a very important
fact was discovered, Viz., that thenumber of
spots varies periodically, there being a great
number to be seen at intervals of a little
more than 11 years, while between the
maxima, as these times are called, whole
weeks may go by without a single spot being
seen.
Now the spots are not the only evidences
of solar activitv. During an eclipse, when
the sun's disk is completely covered by the
moon, a curious white halo, called the
corona, is seen to surround the sun. It
is radiating in form, and varies greatly in
size and appearance. In some eclipses it is
scarcely visible; in others its diameter is
several times that of the moon. It has been
observed that the corona varies periodically
in unison with the spots. Still another
phenomenon. Around the edge of the sun,
but not extending out so far as the corona,
may usually be seen curious scarlet-red
streamers of fantastic shapes.
INTENSE SOLAS DISTUEBANCES.
These prominences, as they are called,
can only be seen by special apparatus ar
ranged for the purpose, and the;r are ob
served to vary periodically just the same' as
the spots and the corona. These phenomena,
in connection with observations made by
the spectroscope, show that the sun is in a
state of intense excitement. Our cyclones
may obtain a velocity of a hundred miles an
an hour; the storms on the sun move at the
rate of from 100 to 200 miles per second,
and it is these storms which, in some way,
probably make the spots. In the vicinity
of a spot one or more prominences are
usually seen, which are taken to be clouds
of glowing hydrogen gas thrown off by the
disturbance in the sun's surface. The taen
ia) seem to be concerned in the auroras and
magnetic storms on the earth. The faculte
are brilliant spots, which are always numer
ous on the sun's surface, and change much
more slowly than the dark spots.
The connection between the period of
these appearances on the sun, and anroras
and magnetic storms on the earth is now
well established. The aurora, although
known to be an electrical phenomenon, is
still a mystery as far as its cause is con
cerned. ALSO VAKIES WITH THE SPOTS.
It is well known that the magnetio needle
does not in general point due north, but, in
addition to this deviation, at any particular
place it is continually varying from hour to
hour and. day to day. and it has been dis
covered that the extent of variation coin
cides with the 11-year sun-spot period.
Another point has been noticed: On sev
eral occasions very violent disturbances
have been noticed on the sun cyclones mov
ing at such a velocity that even at a dis
tance of nearly 100,000,000 miles the motion
of spots and hydrogen clouds was almost
perceptible to the eye and these storms
have always been accompanied by great
variation in the magnetio needle and by
brilliant auroras.
It seems probable that the sun spots may
have a still greater influence on terrestrial
meteorology than is at present proved, and
if this be so, they must necessarily affect
crops and thus .have a somewhat indirect
connection with the financial doings of the
world. It is all possible, and many things
that have seemed impossible at one time
have afterward come into the list of ob
served facts. Bebt E. V. Luty.
CDRES BT HIFN0T1SM.
A St. Louis Doctor Reports Tbreo Remark
able Cases, bat Advises Camion.
I am conscientiously opposed to the prac
tice of hypnotism for any other purpose than
the actual treatment of disease, says Dr. Fj
B. B. von Steinmetz, in the St. Louis
Globe-Democrat. Its possibilities are so
great that it should not be attempted for
mere experiment. Three interesting cases
have just come to my notice in regular prac
tice, one a woman of 35, had had neuralgia
of the super-orbital nerve for four years;
another was a negro, 40 years old, who had
been screaming fora week with the pain
caused by neuralgia of the intercostal
nerves, and the third was a boy of 12 years,
who was afflicted with diarrhea and bron
chial troubles.
AH three were put to sleep in 30 seconds,
and all aroseafter remaining in the hypnotic
state for 10 minutes professing themselves
cured. Neither of the three has since ap
plied for a second treatment.
SITTING ON HER FOOT,
A Yonng- Lady's Startling; Attltndo That is
Approved by the Matrons.
Washington PojU
"Where on earth is that girl's other foot?"
This remark was uttered in an audible
whisper, by an excited individual, in a lead
ing uptown cafe the other afternoon, and
the person addressed looked in amazement
at his questioner. But examination showed
only one tiny buttoned gaiter in sight, and
the fair owner did not have a pair of crutches
or two canes to assist her either.
The young woman was sitting on her
right foot, which was rolled up on the chair.
This peculiarity of women was subsequently
brought up for discussion in a party of mar
ried people, and tbe ladles present declared
that the practice was no worse than for min
to cross their legs in public conveyances or
place.
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SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS.
The leading characters of the story are Geoffrey Bingham, a London barrister, and Beatrice
Granger, daughter ot the rector of Bryngelly, on the Welsh coast, and village school teacher.
Geoffrey Is married to a titled woman. Lady Honoria. nho married him for an expected fortune
that did not materialize. Sbo fretted at poverty and made life generally miserable for Geoffrey
during his early strngeles. They have a daughter. Effle, a child of sweetest disposition. While
outing at Brynselly. Geoffrey is rescued Jrom drowning by Beatrice. In spite of themselves this
Incident developed Into deep affection. Lady Honoria is not slow to see It and this makes mat
ters worse between her and Geoffrey. Beatrice has a sister. Elizabeth. The family is poor and
Elizabeth is ambitions to become the wife of 'Squire Owen Davies, who is rich, bnt stupid. He is
madly in love with Beatrice, finally proposes to her, is rejected, but continues to annoy her with
bis attentions. During; Geoffrey's star at Erynjeliy be received a brief in a celebrated taw case.
Beatrice reads it ana bits upon the right theory of the case. Geoffrey returns to London, tries
the case on Beatrice's theory and wins a great victory. It is his key to fortune. Henceforth
money rolls in to him. lie gratifies Lady Honorla's every whim. Finally be is elected to
Parliament, where be soon distinguishes himself. All this time be corresponds with Beatrice.
Lady Honoria, at last realizing tbatbrr husband amounts to something, is more considerate In
her treatment of him. but cannot extract herself from the frivolous class of fashionable people
she has cultivated. The poverty of thn Granger family becomes serlons. Beatrice gives up her
salary to her father, bnt It is not sufficient. Mr. Grander mast borrow. Scheming Elizabeth
takes advantage of this fact to compromise Beatrice in tbe eyes of Owen Davies. She sends her
father to Geoffrey Bingham, who not only gives htm 200. bnt agrees to visit Bryngelly. Before
leaving home Lady Honoria charges Geoffrey with bis tenderness for the pretty school teacher.
He meets Beatrice unexpectedly, and on the Impulse of the moment confesses to her she lathe
only woman who can properly sympathize with him. It is a tempestuous moment to both
another warning of the whirlpool toward which tbev are drifting. Geoffrey also meets Owen
Davies, who confesses bis unsuccessful salt for Beatrice's band, and says her love for Geoffrey
is the cause. He pleads for Geoffrey's help, and of coarse is treated with scorn. Owen talks
mors use an insane man tnan anytning eise. iiizabetn secretly rejoices.
CHAPTEE XXII.
A NIGHT OF STORM.
That afternoon the whole viearage party
walked up to the farm to inspect another
litter of young pigs. It struck Geoffrey,
remembering former editions, that the re
productive powers of Mr. Granger's old sow
were something little short of marvelous,
and he dreamily worked out a calculation
of how long it would take her and her
progeny to produce a pig to every square
yard of the area of plucky little Wales. It
seemed that the thing could be done in six
years, which was absurd, so he gave up
calculating.
He had no words alone with Beatrice that
afternoon. Indeed, a certain coldness
seemed to have sprung up between them.
With the almost supernatural quickness of
a loving woman's intuition, she had divined
that something was passing in his mind, J
inimical to her most vital interests, so she
shunned his company, and received his con
ventional advances with a politeness which
was as cold as it was crushing. This did
not please Geoffrey; it is one thing to make
up your mind heroically to abandon (in her
own interests, of course) a lady whom you
do not wish to compromise, and quite an
other to be snubbed by that lady before the
Lmoment of final separation. Ihough he
never put the idea into words or even denned
it in his mind, for Geoffrey was far loo
anxious and unhappy to be flippant, at any
rate in thought he would at heart have
wished her to remain the same, indeed to
wax even tenderer, till the fatal time of
parting arrived, and even to show apprecia
tion of his virtuous conduct.
But to the utter destruction of most such
hands as Geoffrey held, loving women never
will playaccording to the book. Their con
duct imperils everything, for it is obvious
that it. takes two to bring an affair of this
nature to a dignified conclusion, even when
the stakes are highest, and the matter is one
of life and death. Beatrice was after all
verv much of a woman, and she did not be
have much better than any other woman
would have done. She was angry and sus
picious, and she showed it, with the result
that Geoffrey grew angry also. It was cruel
of her, he thought, considering all things.
He forgot that she could know nothing of
what was in his mind, however much she
might guess; also as yet he did not know the
boundless depth and might of her passion
for him, and all that it meant to her. Had
lie realized this he would have acted very
differently.
They came home and took tea, then Mr.
Granger and Elizabeth made ready to go to
evening service. To .Geoffrey's dismay
Beatrice did the same. He had looked for
ward to a quiet walk with her really- this
was not to be borne. Fortunately, or rather
nnfortunately, she was ready the first, and
he got a word with her.
"I did not know that yon were going to
church," he said. "I thought that we
might have had a quiet walk together.
Very likely I shall have to go away early to
morrow morning."
"Indeed," answered Beatrice coldly.
"But of course you have your work to at
tend to. I told Elizabeth that I was coming
to church, and I must go; it is too sultry to
walk; there is going to be a storm."
At this moment Elizabeth came in.
"Well, Beatrice," said she, "are you
coming to church? Father has gone on."
Beatrice pretended not to hear, and re
flected a moment. He would go away and
she would see him no more. Could she
let slip this last hour. Ob, she could not
doit
In that moment of reflection her fate was
"No," she answered, slowly. "I don't
think that I am coming; it ia too sultry to
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go to church. I dare say that Mr. Bingham
will go with you."
Geoffrey hastily disclaimed any such in
tention and Elizabeth started off alone.
"Ab," she said to herself, "I thought that
you would not come, my dear."
"Well," said Geoffrey, when she had well
gone, "shall we go out?"
"I think it is pleasanter here," answered
Beatrice.
"Oh, Beatrice, don't be so unkind," he
said, feebly.
"As you like," she replied. "There is a
fine sunset I think that we shall have a
storm."
They went out, and turned np the lonelv
beach. The place was utterly deserted, and
they walked a little way apart and almost
withont speaking. The sunset was magnifi
cent; great flakes of golden cloud were con
tinually driven from a home of splendor in
the west toward the cloud-lined horizon of
the land. The sea was still quiet, but it
moaned like a thing in pain. The storm
was fast gathering.
"What a lovely sunset," said Geoffrey at
length.
"It is a fatal sort of loveliness," she an
swered; "it will be a bad night and a wet
morrow. The wind ib rising; shall we
turn?"
"No, Beatrice, never mind the wind. I
want to speak to you, if you will allow me
to do so."
"Yes," said Beatrice, "what about, Mr.
Bingham?"
To make good resolutions in a matter of
this sort is comparatively easy, but the car
rying of them out presents some difficulties.
Geoffrey, conscience-stricken into priggish
ness, wished to tell her that she would do
well to marry Owen Davies, and found the
matter difficult. Meanwhile Beatrice pre
served siiGocc
"The fact is," he said at length. "I most
sincerely hope you will forgive me, but I
have been thinking a great deal about you
and your future welfare."
"That 13 very kind of you," said Beatrice
with an ominous humility.
This was disconcerting, but Geoffrey was
determined, and he went on in a somewhat
flippant tone born of the most intense ner
vousness and hatred of his task. Never had
he loved ber so well as now in this moment
when he wa3 about to counsel her to marry
another man. And yet he persevered in his
folly. For, as so often happens, the shrewd
insight and knowledge of the world which
distinguished Geoffrey as a lawyer, when
dealing with the affairs of others, quite
deserted him in this crisis of his own life
and that of the woman who worshiped
him.
"Since I have been here," he said, "I
have had no less than three appeals made to
me on your behalf and by separate people
by yonr father, who fancies that you are
pining for Owen Davies; by Owen "Davies,
who is certainly pining for you, and by old
Edward, intervening as a kind of domestic
amicus curite."
"Indeed," said Beatrice, in a voice of
ice.
"All these three urged the same thing
the desirability of your marrying Owen
Davies."
Beatrice's face trrew quite pale, her lips
twitched, and her gray eves flashed an
grily. "Beally," she said, "and have you any
advice to give on the subject, Mr. Bing-
namr
"Yes, Beatrice, I have. I have thought
it over, and I think that forgive me again
that if you can bring yourself to it. per
haps you had better marry him. Ho is not
such a bad sort of man, and he is well off."
They had been walking rapidly, and now
they were reaching the spot known as the
"Amphitheater," that same spot where
Owen Davies had proposed to Beatrice some
seven months before.
Beatrice passed around the projecting
edge of rock, and walked some way toward
the flat slab of stone in the center before she
answered. While she did so a great and
bitter anger filled her heart. She saw. or
thought she saw, it all. GeoSrey wished to
be rid of her. He bad discerned an element
of danger in their intimacy, and was anxious
to make that intimacy Impossible by push,
ingherintoa distasteful marriage. Sud
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