ytgHr?ry-'iMgWtgy '''"WiilslPsW. eawsggiayjwmwKa DISMTCH 7y &. PAGES9T0I6. THE PITTSBUKG SECOND PART. KEEPING A II Mrs. narrison's Ideas Concern ing the White House. HER CHINA AND SILVER. The Sable Cooks "Who Look liter the .President's Stomach ARTHUR AS A HOUSEKEEPER tCOREISrOXDENCI or TH1 CISriTCH.1 "Washington, May 3L PBOPOSE to tell yon how our President's wile keeps house. She hat a definite idea ot her posi tion. Said the to me to day: "The President's wi e is, as far as the White House ia concerned, the steward ot the people, and thpr Br rprtjiin dntieaOie ife' should never delegate to fV V-even the trustiest servant C? kJi ''The domestic prnnnmv nf tbe Executive Mansion should be of as great and binding interest to her as the domestic economy of her own private house. While she need not take an interest in details she should hare a knowledge of the general workings of things below as well as abore stairs, and above everything else when she comes into tbe White House she should see that an invoice of everything belonging to tbe dining-rooms should be made and that the same should be done when she leaves. Everything that is purchased during her stay should be en tered in a book, lor everything in the White House is bought with the people's money, snd therelore a strict account of it should be kept." Everyone knows that Mrs Harrison has been the ideal housekeeper during her 14 months' stay in the White House, and her definition o: her position will touch the heart of every good housewife in the land. The best of it is that in spite ot countless other duties, she has taken tinia to put her theories into practice, and the Executive Mansion to-day is as clean as a ribbon from attic to cellar. DOES IT EASILY, TOO. There have been ridiculous stories afloat about ber spending half the day in the kitchen, directing the maids and overseeing the getting of each day's meals, but I doubt If any woman understands better what a servant can do and what a mistress should do. She laughingly acknowledges that if need be, she could prepare a good dinner, end she thinks it should be a part of every girl's education to learn how to do it. But she rarely goes into her kitchen unless it is to oversee any improvements that are being made or to look into any matter that the steward tells her requires a change. And yet everything goes on like a newly oiled machine. How does she do it? Pint 01 all, she treats her servants well and they will do anything for ber. It is funny to see them as they meet her. No mat ter who she is with they look up confidently for a nod, and they always get it. Old In the Frit-ale Dining Room. tJncle Jerry, who has been in the White House for a quarter of a century, always nets a kindly ''Good morning, Jirry," from Mrs. Harrison, no matter if he sees' her half a dozen times a day. He always beams just as proudly as though it was the first time be had been honored with a salutation, and aays cheer ully, "Mawnin', Mis' Harrison." DUTIES OF THE STEWARD. After break.ast, which always occurs at 8:30, Mrs. Harrison sees the steward, Mc Kim, and gives liim the orders for the day. This means that she tells him whether there we to be guests and whether she wishes any chances made in the decorations of the private dining room. He arranges tbe en tire menu lor the day, does the marketing and oversees the servants. Unless it is tbe house-cleaning season that is all the time Mrs. Harrison gives to her kitchen, but you may be sure she has just as much interest 'in everything go ing well as a young matron when giving her first dinner, und she -says that the only dif ference between her cares now and when she was a private citizen's wile is that she does not need to worry over the preparations for entertaining. ue 'ias introduced numberless changes -which give homelike air to the private din ing room. One o ile is to h.ive the table for break ast and luncheon spread with nap kins instead o witli one large cloth. It gives the titble, which is a l-rge round af- fair of very light oak, a dainty effect. Every dish has a pretty doyly, and" in tbe center there is always a bowl of fresh flowers. There are six or eight covers laid as a rule ior tnese two meals, althougn for luncheon this number is o ten extended to 10 or 12, the President bringing m anyone with whom he wishes to talk beyond the hour set foiJlnLcluon. Those who usually sit down are the President and Mrs. Harrison, Dr. Scott, Mrs. McKee, Mrs. Bussell Harrison and Mrs. Diuuck. Mrs. Harrison's widowed niece. A high chair is always on hand tor Master Benjamin McKee. WHITE HOUSE DIKING ROOMS. The table lias a little history. It was meant by President Arthur to be used tern poiarily to take tbe place oi the cumbersome one which had been in use during the Hayes administration, and which was a magnifi cent i. flair, lacking in only one particular. One could set dowu at it, but not to it, for it was so heavily carved that the one who sat at the corner conld as easily have bestrided a bucking horse. President Arthur claimed that a diuing table should be round so that people could sit near each other, no sharp points intervening. Outot patience with the superb affair then in use he had this round table put in as a makeski t until something more ele gant could be made. The other he ordered cut up iut- side tables to hold the silver and china, for which there was no room on the sideboards. There are two o. these side boards, put in by Mrs. Hayes and richly carved. They are the handsomest pieces in the private dining room, although there are two unique sideboards there which date hack'to Jefferson's day. and do not in thp Jeast suggest the simplicity ior which that president was uoted. Mrs. Harrison is hav ing an elegant new table made to match the ether lurnlshings of tbe room, which are all cf nrahogauy and ricnly carved. HOW CHINA IS CARED FOB. I wonder if this country has any idea &fl m u w"SS7.ei-- 111 p iM where its china is kept there isn't a gentle man's house in the land that has not better accommodations. There it is, all the ele gant ware which former mistresses of the White House gathered with so much pride, and in the face of so many growls from the Congressional Appropriation Committees which supplied tbe money, tucked, crammed and jammed into an unfinished closet which wonld hardly kennel two mastiffs. No wonder that so much of it is broken and nicked, that each succeeding mistress of the White House almost sheds tears over the ruin of tbe thing most dear to a woman's heart, rare china. Until President Arthur's day there was not even this closet, all the valuable china being stored in the basement, but be had this closet cut from the little hallway by the elevator. There are two rows of shelves about three feet deep, and there the three sets which belong to the service are kept, one-third of them being on the floor. Mrs. Harrison says that of the 1,000 nieces made, at so great an expense, in the Haves admin istration there are not more than 400 1 e 1 1. Even more inadequate than the china closet is the butler's pantry on the other side of the dining room. Fortunately Charles, tbe present butler, is a slim colored man, lor ii he were of the generous propor tions of Jerry, the guardian of the East Boom, he would become hopelessly wedged in some morning when he went out for an extra spoon for the President. A SCARCITY OF SILVER. Women all over the land know how it is not to have enough silver knives and forks to go round, and they have all lelt the xn gnish ot seeing the most distinguished guest get the 'plated one by mistake. But w ho would dream that the White House would not have enough knives and forks to go around, and yet it is true. Every time 0 people sit down to a State dinner there, two of them take their bouillion from plated spoons, their terrapin from plated forks aud cut the fillet of beef with plated knives. It is a horrible thought, bnt there are only four dozen gennine silver knives, forks and spoons in the butler's pantry, and by the most skillful ingenuity they cannot be made to do duty for 0 people. There is one set of knives and forks in the sideboard Good Mawnin', 2Irt. Harrison. which has a history, Ior it cost a President his re-election. These are the gold knives and lorks which Van Buren added, and when the people learned that the public moneys were being taken to put gold spoons in Presidents' mouths they promptly de feated him. Now, the truth of tbe matter is that they are not gold at all, and the peo ple were hasty in their judgment. They are solid silver washed with gold, and it was only a few years ago, in President Arthur's day, that they begin to wear off and dis close the hoax. He had them rewashed.and they are still used on State occasions. Thev are small, fine-bladed and much more deli cate than those commonly in use in this day. riECES OF HISTOEIC VALUE. Many of the larger pieces of silver date back to Madison's day, although no mem oranda have been kept and it is hard to tell when things were purchased. Numberless old pieces bear the words "President's House," the stately term which was formerly used. These sets are very incomplete, and as silver never wears out, the only conclu sion is that tbe White House has had its burglaries as well as private houses. It is the privilege of stewards to condemn arti cles which have been in use some time, and there is no doubt among those who have thought of it, that in times past many an article has been condemned and sold which wonld have the incalculable value of histor ical association just now. Mrs. Harrison bas the hope that Congress will some time make an appropriation to redeem any of these valuables that can be traced, and she .will snrely have the good will of all in her attempt. The busiest place in the whole Executive Mansion is the two rooms in tbe basement over which Dolly Johnson, the colored cook, presides. Dolly is a tall, fine-looking woman, light of color, and probably not much over 30. President Harrison secured her a short time ago from Kentucky, und lrom all accounts. Dolly knows how" to suit a Presidental appetite much better than the lormcr coot, Mme. Pelouard, whose fanciful French cooking was not at all to the plain American taste. Dolly is immensely proud J7ie Two White House Cooki. of the fact that she belongs to "old Kain tuck,"and she always answers when anyone asks her the place of her birth, "Louisville, Kentucky," with a haughty emphasis on the "Lou sville." She never fails to add "Mary Bobinson, she is Jrom "Vaginny," in such a tone that one can see that she does not consider Mary Bobinson at all her equal in the matter of nativity. AND THEY'RE OOOD COOKS. Mary makes the pies, Dakes the bread and frys the crullers, and s the assistant of Mrs. Dolly Johnson, who confines her ambitions to brewing soups and basting meats. The two of them can get up a dinner that would pnt Phillipini, Nicolini, and all the other $10,000 chels to the test. Delmonico has no more juicy meats than Dolly draws frcm her oven, snd Vanderbilt's own chef cannot put up a better pastry than the "Vaginny gal." ' Mary is as black as the ace of spades and she shows her white teeth on the slightest provocation. She is younger than Dollv and always treats her with the most exalted politeness as befits a subject to a chief, call ing her with the utmost humility, "Miss Johnson." They both wear tidy dresses ol Dutch blue calico, and big white aprons that cover them irom head to foot, Dolly wears a bandanna crossed on her capacious bosom in a picturesque fashion, but neiiberof them wear caps, as the least suggestion of livery i unallowable at the White House. Martha Washingtonwas probably the only mistress of that mansion who bad the pleasure of see ing ber retainers in livery, but woe to the mistress, who would now attempt to put her maids in caps and men in knee breeches and cockades. Even that worthy gentle man, Albert Hawkins, thecoachma'n, has to content himself with what he dolefully calls Mill w "jest plain citizen's does," although be would dearly love top boots and a cockade. A LOOK AT THE KITCHENS. There are two kitchens in which Dolly Johnson can carry out her dream of cook ery one under the private dining room and of the same sire, and the other under the serving room and butler's pantry. The first is used when a state dinner is under way, and in the second the preparations for each day are made. The kitchens are as neat as a pair of pins, but they haven't the appointments of the kitchens that are now added to $5,000 houses, and one cannot help wishing that the people who do so adore the quaint, historic White House wouli get a nerp into these dark, illy-lurnished rooms. They are damp, lor the walls are so thick that the hot sun of a Washington summer can hardly dry them, and the floors are of planks that creak and crumble in a way to trighten even the cheerful second cook. If she is "hoodooed" the country will have to answer for it. The upper floors of tbe quaint, historic White House are bad enough, but the base ment would be condemned by even a mod ern building inspector. Mrs. Harrison has done what she could to make the quarters where a dozen human beings spend their days cheery, and, among other things, she has had three rooms furnished brightly for the two cooks and the two chambermaids, who sleep in the houe Instead of eoing out to sleep, as has been the custom before. TILES FOB THE KITCHEN. She says that, although she cannot expect to have the lower floor remodeled in her day, she hopes that it may be done by the one who follows ber, and, if you'll believe it that good woman cherishes another dream that she also does not expect to see fulfilled while she is mistress ot tbe White House. It is a modest one, too. She only wants tiles good, clean Holland tiles substituted for the rickety boards in the kitchen. She says her leaf kitchen is the kind that they have in the Netherlands, where the floor clicks cheerily under the quick step of the cook. The kitchens have countless shelves built in the walls, and these are filled with sauce pans, skillets, griddles and pans, all of hrass or porcelain, and some of them look as though they had seen yeoman service for a century. The Virginian's good right arm keeps them so polished that one can see her face grinninz broadly on a hundred surfaces as she stands in the middle of the room kneading her bread. There are big ranges built into the walls of either room so that Mary Bobinson can put in a dozen loaves of bread at the same time that she of "Louisville, Ky." bastes a ten-pound roast. The table in trie big Kitchen is long enough to roll out cookies for a hundred youngsters with the same appetite for sweet cake for which Master Benjamin McKee is distinguished, and is kept as white as a daily scrubbing can make it. From the second kitcben there is a dumb-waiter going up to the serving room, and at trje entrance to the room there is a refrigerator which al most touches tbe ceiling. In it is stored the day's marketing and all of the provender but the dry groceries, which are kept in a larder near the smaller kitchen. STEWARD M'KIM AND HIS DUTIES. Across the hall from the kitchen is the steward's room, a large apartment under the State diniug room. It is tastefully fur nished with carpet and chairs sent from tbe upper rooms and contains a large desk where Mr. McKini enters the marketing in books as large as it takes to enter the de posits at the Treasury. He comes in about llfrom the Center market, where every thing in the way of meats and vegetables are bought for the White House, enters thtse purchases and each month draws up a summary of tbe month s expenditures, which I have heard are of a size to make an ordinary, man whistle "Bazzle Dazzle," with all the mournful intonations of that pathetic song. The walls of the steward's room are lined with closets which can be put nnder lock and key, for he has charge of every valu able in the White House and has to give a pretty sum as bail for their safe-keeping. Hitherto each steward has had tbe privilege of taking his book with him when he left, but it has lead to such endless confusion when any attempt to trace up the history of silver and china has been made that Mrs. Harrison has ordered all books to be kept. Beyond the stewsrd's room are the sleeping rooms and on the opposite side the bit: fur nace room, while at the extreme end of the hall is a billiard room where a President and bis opponent frequently chalk the cue. MRS. HARRISON'S LAUNDRY. But the laundry that is worth seeing, for a cleaner room cannot be imagined. It is large and light, and off one corner is a little carpeted ironing room. There is an old-fashioned New England fireplace there which was built in tbe wall as far back as the time when Abigail Adams came down from Boston and wrote back such gruesome accounts oi the "bam-like" East Boom" which she could put to no better use than to dry her clothes. This fireplace is still used for heating the boiler -for tbe Monday's wash, which occurs as regularly here as in the family of any orderly citizen. It is formed ot hard-backed plaster, and looks as though it would easily stand another cen tury. A large laundry stove stands in the mid dle of the room covered by two terraces of "fiats," which the three white women, Joanna, Mary and Miss Grass keep chang ing the livelong day. They are tidy. pleasant-faed women, and can outdo. Ah Sing in the polishing business. There are 13 regular house servants, althoug eight or nine more are employed about the grounds and conservatories. There is still another room where one can get an idea of Mrs. Harrison's housekeeping. It is the linen closet on the second floor. The linen was formerly kept in tbe damp closets in the steward's room, but Mrs. Harrison noticed one day that there could be a closet amply large made behind the elevator, and she bad the space walled in, shelves built, and now the White House has a MATCHLESS LINEN CLOSET. It is under the care of Josephine, Mrs. Harrison's maid, and a whiff of it is like a breath fiom a meadow in May, for it is kept so clean aud sweet. One side is filled with bedding and towels, while on the other In deep drawers are kept tbe tablecloths and napery. Everything is initialed with "U. S." in whi-e linen, although one set of nap kins has the initials in white with a faint line of red. The napkins are all a yard square and of the finest damask: Mrs. Har rison has added to the stock since she has been in the White House, and there is one set of dinner linen that was used at tbe first State dinner that is as fine and sott as silk. In going through the White House one is impressed with the number of improvements that President Arthur made, and it looks as though he was the best housekeeper'the Ex ecutive Mansion bad until Mrs. Harrison's day. No one will deny her the right to the name if she succeeds in getting the improve ments made which are so dear to her heart, and which include the comfort of her servants as well as of the President's family. Miss Grundt, Jr. WE ABE GREAT FISHERMEN. Tbe SbPpIt of Bods Doesn't Keep Up With tbe supply of Angler. The manufacturers of fishing rods are in a slate of mind over the fact that tbe stock of Calcutta bamboo poles from which the rods are made has given out, aud it is impossible to secure another stock of these poles until next July, which will be too late for this season's trade. It shows that the antrlers are increasing faster than the rod dealers ever imagined they would, and the dealers are totally unprepared to meet their demands. The Japanese bamboo is almost as tough as the Calcutta variety, but the joints are so close together that it is difficult to cut it up to any advantage. The action o tbe Japan ese is penect,but the tip is latally weak aud cannot be used aa a snbstitute for tbe Cal cutta tip. It is not generally known that America nakes the best fishing rods in tho world. HTTSBURG, SUNDAY, JUNE 1, 1890. HER LITTLE CAMERA. How Humorist Fielding's Better Half Stole a March on Him. YIEWS FROM THE HEARTH RUG. Faithful Eeprodnctlons of Antics Per formed on Moving Day. THE EFFECT OF TACKS, BILLS, ETC rwBiTTzx for tiix DisrXTCn.1 AVE you seen these re cent interviews illustrated with the complicity of the instantaneous photograph ic camera?" asked my wife. "Yep," I replied, in that cheerful tone with which I always endeavor to make home happy. "Have you marked the studied grace of pose, and the almost marble calmness of the victim?" she continued, "I have viewed 'em with suspicion," said L "Have you noted tbe polished and sand papered eloquence oi the language, and the comparative absence of glaring grammatical errors?" "Very fair copy-editing," I admitted. "Well," she said, looking at me sternly, "have yon ever thoucht what might happen if that sort of thing were introduced into the household?" "On the dead level?" I asked with a grow ing and clammy horror. "No chance lo re vise the manuscript or reject bad pictures?" "That's what I mean," said she. "Sup pose I took one of your sample days at home. Suppose " "Say, look herel" I cried, seriously alarmed, "you don't mean last Tuesday when-" HE REMEMBERED THE SAY. "Yes; last Tuesday, when we made trifling alterations in the arrangement of the parlor furniture. I've got every word you said in a phonograph, and a few choice views of you illustrating your grace and ease in critical moments, and the lamb-like docility ol your countenance. It will make a good news paper " "My dear," said I, "how much is that story worth, right here on the domestic Whalt Said Howdy. Wouldn't liaise His Feet. hearthrug, and not to let it go any lurther? Here are 10 pieces of silver." "Baise you five," chirped Maude, who knew how to play poker with beans. "Well, Maudey, I've got to call yon, if it takes my last chip. Scoop 'em in; they're yours." She scooped them, and then laid before me the transcription from tbe phonograph and some beautiful photographic views, samples of which are given herewith. When I bought that camera for Maude I had a presentiment that she would hurt somebody with it The story I would gladly have concealed, hut I had to give it to the public to get my $15 back. Here is the story Maude had prepared for the press: For several days I had kept my camera loaded and the phonograph in position, waiting for a favorable opportunity. At last it arrived. Howdy told ins that he proposed to stay home from the office all day because they were making some repairs and alterations over there, and it would be impossible to do any work. He added that he hoped there was something fit to eat for break ast, because for ouce it didn't make any difference how late it was; he would have plenty of time. Then I turned the camera on him aud said calmly: TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY. "Will you plese favor me with your views on the subject of rearranging tbe par lor furniture aud putting down the new carpet to-day?" Howdy paused in the midst of his ablu tions, and turned his dripping and horrified countenance toward me. "What!" said he, in a voice full of ex clamation points. "Am I to have no peace this side of the grive?" "But, my dear--" "Here I anuonnce my intention of spend-' ing a single day in the quiet and sacred pre cincts of borne," said he, "and you proceed to turn the domestic fireside into a howling wilderness, full of dust aud desolation and tacks." "Yes," said I, cleverly attempting to turn the conversation, "as you say, we shallneed some tacks for the new carpel. There is a box in the closet, if I am not mistaken." I procured tbe tacks, and almost immedi ately afterward I secured oue of my most instructive views. It represents Howdy picking up one of tbe tacks which I had dropped upon the floor. The picture is tnll of action, as we artists say. I value it highly, because in the old days of our courtship I ued to be so pleased and flattered wben Howdy picked up things that I dropped my handkerchief or fan or a book, tor instance. xBut even then I do not think be ever performed a courtesy of that kind with so much alacrity as he displayed in picking up this tack. The Howdy Picked Up the Tack picture is a little out ot focus, but this only brings the tack into greater prominence, and therefore adds to the realism. I regret that the phonograph did not record exactly what Howdy said, but the in--strument was brought up in a .Christian family, and it sometimes runs to simple dots and dashes in critical moments. HE KEPT ON READING. An hour later we had finished our cozy little breakfast, aud Howdy was reading the morning paper. "What are your views," said I, "on the influence ot the press upon the higher edu cation of women?" He went ou reading the paper. "Do you believe that it is a woman's duty to keep herstlt informed on tho news of the ft ifrtll Sr fefefp I W w JLj" He went on reading the paper. "Do you, think that the failure of woman to follow the course of events can be traced to the fact that her hus band takes only one newspaper; monopo lizes that during breakfast time; carries it away with him to read on the way to his office, and never brings it home again?" He went a little deeper into the paper. "Don't you think I ought to have a new dress?" He disappeared behind the paper alto gether. There is nothing like this pleasant interchange of views to make home happy and insure against the mental stagnation of woman. When he had finished reading the paper he put it into his pocket, and said: "If I've got to juggle that infernal furniture, I sup pose the quicker I get at it the sooner it will be done." At this moment there was a ring at the bell, and a man appeared with a bill for the new carpet. I obtained a very expressive portrait of my husband and the bill. TOO MUCH FOB THE PHONOGRAPH. Then we adjourned to the parlor and began to move tbe furniture. The record kept by tbe phonograph from this time up to noon is somewhat confused and fragment ary. It consists mostly of exclamation points. At one time I asked my husband if be did not think that au occasional day like this would obviate the necessity of vJ2s Y Jjsfc' He Escaped. Went on Reading. spending $19 for a pulley machine called the "home gymnasium," which he had often talked o buying, but his reply willnot come out of the phonograph without serious dan ger to its delicate mechanism. Again, I asked him what he considered tbe best way to get a carpet under a piano. I called his attention to the fact that the legs of the piano were verv much in the way and that they stuck to the floor real hard. He re plied that he supposed "my foolish idea" would be to unscrew the legs and leave tbe remainder of the instrument in the air, but he did not believe it would work. After wards he consented to lilt one end of the piano while I pulled tbe carpet along. Then I asked him to remove his feet from tbe floor, because I couldn't get the carpet under them unless he did. He was holding up the piano at that moment and did not have breath enough left to say much, but what he did say I prefer to show by the camera rather than by the phonograph. MADE HIS EXIT. At last, after many trials, we got the carpet down and the' furniture rearranged. But I was not satisfied. I did not like tbe parlor so well that way as I had before. There seemed to be less room in it I therefore suggested moving the furmtnre back to the original positions. Howdy escaped. Even instantaneous pho tography is not quick enough for every emergency. I caught one of his feet in the focus, but the rest ol him was already upon the sidewalk, and rapidly disappearing around a corner. The principal force of the camera was expended upon my favorite Kitten. Her attitude and her extravagant proportions as shown in the picture are the fault of the lens. She is a very pretty pus sir, and I regret to have done ber so much injustice. As to tbe portraits of my hus band, they are good enough for him; not one bit more than he deserves. Howard Fielding. THE BARBERS DON'T LTKE IT. A Cnrlone Efl", ct ef tbe Coming Pnaslon Ploys nt OberBBun-reaii. The barbers and hairdressers at Oberam niergau are to their cost finding out the truth of the saying that ''one man s meat is another jnan's poison;" for, while every body else in the village is rejoicing at the forthcomiug performances, the "artists in hair" have for some time past been doing very little business. The lact that wigs, together with all other unnecessary finery, are prohibited on the stage where the pas sion plays are to be given compels nearly everyone of the actors to allow his hair and beard to grow for a considerable time before the performances, in which every male actor appears with long flowing hair and beard. Since this decree was sent forth by the theatrical authorities all the hairdressers have taken to another trade. Herr Meyer, the villager who is to take tbe part of Christ in the play, is also under going an ordeal, the severity ol which can only b? gauged by those who know the fatal attractions "of Bavarian beer. For the 47 years of his life Mr. Meyer bas been a reg ular attendant at the village inn, drinking beer and playine at skittles, but his ap pearance in public, together with his habit of drinking beer (even in private), are con sidered infra dig. for the time being, and the poor man is now paying the penalty for approaching greatness in the beerless soli tude of his cottage. BEADING HIS TITLE CLEAB. How Daniel Webster Changed tbe Favorite Tone ufa Good Old Farmer. Boston Globe.: If a stranger will go Into a store in Frank lin, N. H., any Saturday evening he will hear a story about how Daniel Webster won the everlasting cratitude of an old farmer by tbe name of Bead. Deacon Bead was very religious and musical withal. His favorite tune was the doxology, and whether at home or away, at work or mus ing by the fireside, he could be beard sing ing it. As time went on the deacon prosperd,and swapped his small farm forOnemneh farger. Alter the exchange bad been made tbe good man found ont tbat there was a flaw in the deed to his new place and he applied to Webster, then a rising young lawyer, to make things straight. It was a bard struggle and a costly one, but Webster at last won, and from that time on the deacon quit "dox ology and sang: When I can Bead my title clear. INVENTED tttb BTEAM TTAWMTRq, Death ofJamos Nmmylh nnd How Bs Made Hie Niiine Famoasw Mr. James Nasmytb,inventor of the steam hammer.died recently at South Kensington, London. His death was ascribed simply to old age. He was born at Edinburgh, in 1808. The Nasmyth family is of great antiquity, having held property in Tweeddale since tbe thirteenth century. Mr. Nasmyth's father, Alexander Nasmyth, was a well known landscape painter. The deceased's invention of the steam hammer took place while he was engaged on a contract for tbe Great Western Bailway at Bristol, in connection with a proposed ship canal, when it became necessary to forge a very heavy iron shaft, Vibich no existing machinery could turn out. He also invented other improvements now widely used in engineering work. At the age of 43 Mr. Nasmyth retired from business, and devoted his attention principally to astronomical smuts. j JINGLING BEAUTIES. Uncle Sam "Wants Fresh Designs for His Dollars and Dimes. A CONTEST THE0WN OPEfi TO ALL. Director Leech's Criticisms of the Hard Money Sow Agoinjj. THE SCHOOL 1IAEM AND THE INDIAN nrama for thi dispatch. Now is the time for artists all over the country to get out their tools and see what they can do at making designs for the new United States coins that will soon be issued. Within a few days the bill that has already passed the House will be approved by the Senate only the prolonged silver discussion has delayed it giving authority to the Director of the Mint, with tbe approval of the Secretary of the Treasury, to change the patterns of TJncle Sam's coins as may seem to them desirable. As quickly as this shall have been made a law X, rector Leech will advertise for designs, and the contest will be thrown open to all, amateurs and profes sionals, with awards of not less than 5500 for each one accepted. Up to the present time the law has . not permitted any alteration in tbe coins of the nation, save by special act of Congress in each case. But the passage of tbe bill referred to will give the Director of tbe Mint, with the Secretary's approval, power to make changes according .to bis discretion once in 25 years. Thus it will be rendered possible to steadily improve tbe beauty of American coins, which, 'or the most part, pre to-day very bad, artistically speaking. To begin with, the design for the silver dol lar is to be altered entirely. A NEW SILVER DOLLAR. "We are going to have something entirely new for the silver dollar," said Director Leech to me wben I visited him in Wash ington last week, "Designs on coins ought always to mean something; hut I should like to know how the Philadelphia school m irm's bead signifies Liberty. We shall drop her and put in her place something very different-may be a head of Washington; but that remains to be determiued, and lee way will be given to the artists who contend, in order tbat tbe greatest variety of ideas and suggestions may be obtained. As for the eagle on the other side, it must go. We want an eagle in place of it tbat is of the heroic type and doesn't look like a turkey buzzard." "How about tbe half dollar?" "That, as well as other subsidary coin? the quarter and the dime needs alteration. Ol course all three have tbe same designs. The eagle on the back seems to me a very creditable sort of bird, and I rather think we shall retain it as It is; but the slab-sided young female sitting on a cotton bale we shall do away with. I don't in tbe least know what we shall put in her place, but we certainly don't want her." "And the penny?" THE INDIAN AND LIBERTY. "The Indian must be wiped out. It is a well-executed head, artistically speaking; but the law says that the design on the face of the penny must typi 'y Liberty. I don't see how an Indian typifies Liberty unless it is Liberty very badly abused, with an overdose or bad whisky thrown in. We shall put something in place of the red man, though I haven't a notion what at piesent. Let tbe competing designers make their own suggestions. The nickel,. as it is now, is a pretty fair-looking coin. I think. Whether or not it will be changed I have not vet dp. termined. "The gold coins will not be altered; they are admirable as they are now. Because ol their greater value, more trouble was taken originally in the designs for tbem. The stars around the edges of the subsidiary coins will be increased in number, to cor respond with the number ot States in thp. Union as it now is. - "Colonel Bob Ineersoll, in tbe last num ber of the Arena, declares it an outrage tbat the words, 'In God We Trust, should ap pear on United States coins; but I am not prepared to say that tbe motto will be re moved. When the bill has passed the Sen ate giving me the authority I shall adver tise lor designs for the coins in open com petition. Probably the Secretary of the Treasury and myself will call into consul tation a number of first-rate artists, who will give us their judgment in the mat ter." INSTRUCTIONS FOR COMPETITORS. When the time comes, competitors should send in their designs, if possible, in the shape of models of plaster or papier mache or any convenient substance, and not merely drawings. Here is a great opportunity for some ingenious Pitts burger to earn fame and a pretty sum of money by tnrning out one or two acceptable suggestions. Ddubtless the ad vertisement of the Director ol the Mint will be accompanied by some definite instructions as to what is required in a general way, so that there will be something to go upon. If you are ordinarily vain, yon will hide somewhere in tbe design you ofier the initial of your name. On the silver dollar at pres ent ii the initial "M" 'of the designer in two places on the edge of the neck of Liberty, where it is cut off and close to the hair, and on the other side of the coin, where the buzzard clamps the arrows and olive branch in its claws. The twenty-dollar gold piece handsomest of all Uncle' Sam's coins TrBhows the initials of tbe designer, "J. B. la." Bene Bache. Bottrrwortb and Beer. One of the best things said at the dinner of the National Brewers' Association was by Ben Butterworth. The brewers were still hot over the imposition by McKinley ol a duty of 30 ctnu a bushel on barley. Butterwortb, who made a protest asrainU the increase, made a speech in which he said bis mortification at so enormous a duty made him feel "as if he could never again look an honest beer mug in tbe face." DICKENS IN BxBOITS CHAIB. One of tbe Striking Features of a Work That la Interesting- England. In Mr. Kitton's "Dickens by Pen and Pencil," which is attracting a great deal of attention in England just now, Mr. Leon ardo Catbermole bas a remarkable drawing showing Charles Dickens in one of Lord Byron's chairs. Here is a reproduction of the drawing: r&immmt?!FSttB3eX6MM,lLJlWhti!.-'- '1VPeMHWsiasMsswsjs WBmv-m'ftSt.S j'tiM niHi fJisi 3sm THE STORY OF THE DOCTOR AND THE DETECTIVE. -BY- X):R PHILIP "vVOOLP, Author of "Who is Guilty?" ".WRITTEN FOE CHAPTER I. NARRATIVE OP KARL BRANDT. In the summer of 18 I hired a little cot tage at an out-of-the-way place called "Eg lantine Hill." This is a narrow spit of sand plunged into the measureless ocean; a sandy, stony, inhospitable stretch of land, with masses of rock shouldering its way through tbe dry soil and rank grass; tbe bnge, wnvine ocean on one side, an inlet of the ocean on the other. I had a patient at the hotel, a charming, but nervous and sickly middle-aged woman. She called to me as the pain-subduing, merciiul physician, and I could not resist the appeal. What was at first accident be came custom, and at stated intervals I called on the woman, prescribed a nervine, listened to ber rambling account of her symptoms, real and imagined, and to such inconse quent details oi her lamily history as she deigned to relate to me. Sbe seemed to have a profound respect for me profession ally and socially, and when ber maid left her and I took the trouble of going to the city and hunting ber up another, gratitude was added to respect Mrs. Amelia Glayewas a widow, rich and just a trifle eccentric. She had the usual thousand whims of her sex, and a few tbat were peculiarly her own. She was pas- THE DISCOVERY sionate and obstinate, sensible and stupid by turns; easily moved to tears, more easily roused to suspicion. She had a persistent and all-absorbing fear that her relatives were plotting to poison her on account of her wealth. She even suspected her daugh ter, a charming, modest. Graceful and beau tiful younz lady, some 19 years of age, yet who had the bad taste to dislike the poor, harmless Dr. Brandt. By nourishing it, Mrs. Glaye made this suspicion an integral part ot her nature; hci fond was specially prepared 'or her and served in her own room. She doubted the people of the hotel as she doubted everyone efse, and she would not take ajspnontul of tea or a morsel of food without first trying it on ber maid. Her condition which in certain aspects puzzled me was made worse by an unfortunate family squabble. Her charming daughter Bertha had engaged herselt to a young man named Cyril Durand,wbo was,ifreportspoke trne, a gay, wild, careless biped, with an attractive presence, if not a very strong brain. Mrs. Glaye dismissed the" young man, and forbade the charming Bertha ever to see him again. The reason she gave was that Cyril Durand had wasted the little money be owned in wild dissipation; tbat he was a dreamer; tbat while paying court to her daughter he was devoting his leisure hours to another woman, a poor creature who clung to him with desperation, and whom he had promised to make his wife. The reason was good, but was it the trne cause of the dismissal? I doubt it. When a woman reaches a certain age, self becomes a very important element of ber life; she includes the entire world in her subjective feelings, and conversely considers ber sub jective feelings as being the entire world. Sh has ber dreams and ambitions; but, whereas in youth she dissipates them in tears, at tbe certain age sbe is desirous of converting them into reality. Mrs. Glayt's husband had died long years ago; at least, tbat was the report, and, despite her oddities, the good lady had a very affectionate heart. Had sbe herself fallen in love with Cyril Durand ? Ou my faith, l believe so. Alter sne naa loroiaaen Dim to tbe charming Bertha, I know she fre quently saw him herselt, and as she pos sessed a very strong will and determination, and he was weak willed and suddenly be came very much depressed, I bad tbe lancy tbat tbe worthy elder lady had taken pos sesion of him. When a strong-willed roman makes up her mind, obstacles fall bs.ore her like chatl before the wind, tier impetuosity makes up tor her lack of strength, and what she cannot conquer through orce she wins through rapidity, so the grain-eating bird dashes himself to pieces against the ligbt nouse window. Did the charming Beitba still love tbe baiisbed lover? It pleased me to tbink otherwise, for the young girl's sake. With youtb love is frequently nothing more than indolence stimulated by opportunity. Pie crust has destroyed as many romances as It bas stomachs; and, in the absence of opportunity, what might have been unwise love is converted into painted plates or em broidered bulrush. If youthful imagination were more frequently tempered by the use of tbe scrubbing bruab, tbe passion that de vours would become the sell-denial that exalts. One of my favorite amusements is the study of entomology, and It was my ambi tion to make a complete collection ol the in sect life oi Eglantine Hill. Ou a certain night in mid-SepUmber I set outon my cus tomary expedition. It was a cold, wonder fully beautiiul nights Tbe sun had set, but there was a dark russet glow on the restle-s waters, deepening in tbe distance to a dull black, and touched shoreward toward the east with the silvery glory of the quiet moon. Overhead ihe sky was a deep serene blue, with a gamut of blues running down toward the horizon where there was a faint streak of red aa of diluted blood. I had Stumbled through the hollow, and when I THE DISPATCH.. reached the rising Ground I turned to gaze; at the sea. The blackness was no lonzer there, hut in its place were long streamers or pale, phosphorescent light The rocks were all aflame, tbe waves quivered in a dazzling green fire, every bit ol seawood on the shore as it was touched by the wayea glowed into life, with a sad, solemn bright ness. I had seen the phenomenon before, and knew its cause, but it stirred me nevertheless, stirred, fascinated and depressed me. I was chained to the spot, staring at the lone, quivering green tongues o firele.s flames that stretched from tne shore toward the far off horizon. The phospnorescent breath of the panting, rest less, uneasy ocean, groaning under its per petual misery of uttering "Hu-hl H-ushl U usM" I was unexpectedly startled from my reverie; above the wind and roar of waters I heard a human shriek of pain; a quick, sharp, shrill shriek oi pain, of agony, of fear; a shriek like that I have heard more than once on the battlefield. For a moment my heart stood still; but 1 am the foe of "ear, and speedily regained my self-possession. It was a woman's voice that had aroused me, and I listened, hoping to hear a repetition of the sound, that I might dis cover 'rom what direction it came. The wind howled, the grass shrilled, the ocean roared, but the cry oi distress was not repeated. It was the night and the place for a murder, were there rogues to be stimulated into shedding blood. This thought sealed niy own lips. If it were a crime, it was not my duty to alarm OP THE BODY. tbe criminals, but to discover them. I turned troin the ocean and stared inland; but, of course, I could see nothing. The ground be fore me gradu illy rose upward toward the clump of poplars, and I thought if I crouched down in the hollow I might see any moving .orm outlined against the clear, bine sky. The thought was immediately followed by the act; I threw myself prone on the grass, and toward a mass Nof blackberry bushes I saw clearly projected against the immensity of heaven a black human fiure. If there were crime I was surely equal to., cope with the wretch. I rose and boldly walked in the direction of tbe figure, grasp ing my heavy walking stick tightly in my hand, and ready for nothing or everything. I took no precautions to hide my approach, trusting to tbe darkness and the noise of wiud and waves to shield me. Bnt the wretch saw or divined that he was detected, for I bad not crossed half the distance that separated him rom me wben he started into activity and disappeared in tbe direction of the poplars. To tollow him was a stupidity, especially as I was ienorant whether be were a crim inal or an innocent uizht wanderer like myself. I write "he" from habit, but whether the Individual were a man or a woman I could not say. The figure might have been a male in an overcoat,or a woman in a tightly fitting cloak. In any case, if there were a crime, it was my duty to dis cover the victim and give aid it aid were needed. So I thought then and so I think now. When I reached the neighborhood of the blackberry bushes I opened my bull's-eye lantern and carefully scanned tbe ground. My labor was notlong. Lying there in the grass was the motionless figure of a woman, and a moment's inspection demonstrated that she was dead. Tbe figure ot a young, slender snd handsome woman, dressed co quettiibly, and with jewels in her ears and on ber fingers. Tbere were no signs of a struggle, tbe poor creature laid placidly as in sleep, only down the soft, still warm breast there was u stream of yet liquid blood that flowed from a wound in the heart. Tbe one fatal blow had stilled tbe young life forever. I bad heard the instinctive shriek; but bad arrived too late! The woman was past human help, but human justice demanded prompt action. I bad to summon assistance aud then notify the authorities. The nearest bouse was the hotel, and, walk as briskly as I might, it would take me a lull ball hour to reach it. A ball hour going, a half hour returning one hour at least before- tbe dead woman could be removed. I do not know what stimulated me into the aotion, but before leaving tbe victim I removed the breastpin from the cold throat and a ring from the cold finger, and carefully studied such details oi tbe attire as tbe dim lantern light allowed me. My action was instinctive, but it was born of a systematic and cautions mind tbat is always on the alert, and reaches consequences ol the futurt as well as of the past. At the time I could have giveu no reason lor despoiling the placid figure ot its now useless ornaments. Per haps I was inspired! Bs this as it may, I placed the jewels care ully in the breast pocket of my irock coat aud then, with a last look at the pale, handsome face I walked briskly toward the hotel. It was a weary walk, and seemed interminable to me in my anxious frame Ol miud. I was not disturbed by morbid fancies, my one desire being to prevent the escape oi tne crimiaaL There Was no police at Ejlantine Hill, and I knew tbat I could open no couimunioation with tbe city until tbeiollowing morning. Fortunately what prevented me fronts waruine justice also prevented the escape ol the criminal. The trains had ceased run ning for tbe niebt, and lor some hours, at least, tbe wretch must remain in the neigh borhood of the victim. This was satisfac tory as far as It went, and it is not in my nature to anticipate trouble. X would do I a m n i J-aML- ll&""issHr
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