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each a scolding on your account! Here
comes your betrothed, and quite unneces
sarily tells the Colonel that you have been
here. Is that the way you reward our good
ness?' And thus he talked on till he shut
the door and bade me go instantlyl Oh,
Countess, save the Count; for God's sake,
save Nicholasl"
Jana was terrified, hut not specially sur
prised. Since that scene in the coach she
had nerer again fully trusted Falkin, in
spite of all his assurances ot boundless de
votion. She had, however, kept silence,
hoping thus to keep him from injuring her
or her husband hereafter. Now she Quietly
rose and said to Helen:
"X shall at once go to the Governor. So
just a man will surely not deny ns his sup
port. Do you, in the meantime, go into
town; you will surely meet my husband
and Dr. Haas. Tell them all, and beg them
at once to come here. Ton will easily find
the doctor, because everybody likes and
honors him for the good he has already
done."
Helen could not recover; she was still
trembling all over with excitement and tear.
Jana tried to calm her and to encourage
her, and did not leave her till she had at
least partially succeeded. Then both these
good and noble women left the house.
Irkutsk has like most large Bussian
cities, a main street, which consists of
splendid, symmetrically built palaces. From
this street smaller ones branch off with
poor log houses and then follow mudholes
and so-called suburbs. Every great town,
however, has at least one square built after
European models.
The main street of Irkutsk crossed the
street in which Jana lived, which at the
corner especially looked very much like the
main street. Seven supurb mansions rose
on both sides. They were of massive struc
ture, had several stories and possessed real
architectural merits. At the house of the
Countess the symmetry ceased. After it
followed only poor, smoke-blackened huts,
and the end of the street encountered a hill
utterly uninhabited.
The house which immediately adjoined
r Jana's dwelling, although looking very in
significant and even poverty-stricken, was
in reality not so badly arranged. It -was a
4 one-story log house, surrounded by a small
garden. Here lived the captain of gen
darmes. Jana did not know this. Her
servants were all aware of the tact, but they
did not know of the ill-feeling that existed
between the two families.
f Helen, when she left Jana's house, looked
,. ail around, to see 11 sne couju perceive any
trace ot the Count or of Dr. Haas. She saw
in the door of the Captain's house a woman
fc standing -who was idly gazing at the pass-
ersby. Helen approached her and asked.
k "Pardon me, dear neighbor, but you prob-
w ably know Count Lanin and Dr. Haas?"
4 "Very well," replied the woman, looking
eatrerly at tbe girl, who noticed nothing,
r occupied as she was with her great grief.
"Did you notice in what direction they
went?"
The woman became more attentive as she
, perceived Helen's anxiety.
"I have seen no one, as I have but just
come out But my husband has been stand
ing a whole hour at the door, smoking his
pipe, and has but just gone in. Step in a
moment, my child!"
Helen accepted the invitation. When the
two women were in tbe front room the kind
i neighbor suddenly turned to Helen, asking:
"Why do you want to know that?"
Helen drew bock a step.
"I am the Captain's wife, and your con
duct makes me very suspicions. Answer
me candidly. Why'doyou want to know
where the two men are?"
- Helen tried again to get to the door, but
t Caroline prevented her. She remained
standing on the threshold, laughing loud
k and cruelly, one saia:
"'you shall not get away from here till
my husband returns; he has just gone out
on business about your master!"
"But that is vulgarity," cried Helen. . "I
am in a great hurry!"
I "Ha, hal" laughed Caroline. "Just wait,
ft child, and amuse yourself as you can."
In an instant she had slipped out, closed
the door behind her, drew the key out of
the lock, and left Helen imprisoned.
In the meantime Jana had driven to the
Governor's palace, and asked for an au
dience. The Governor sent an excuse; he
could not possibly receive her. Jana begged
and implored in vain. She next hurried
to all the upper officials who had been kind
to her. No one received her. Two hours
she had wasted thus, and now returned in
great anguish and utterly exhausted. Lina
told her that Dr. Haas had been waiting for
some time.
"Your husband has been arrested," he
told Jana as soon as she entered. "Tbe per
secution begins anew. After I had gotten
the money irom tbe bank I accompanied the
Count to his dwelling. We found a gen
darme there, quite at home. He took no
excuses. The Count had been caught away
from bis house. The soldier, ot course,
acted under orders. It was Inckylhad
money, or matters might have been much
worse."
Conflict had a different effect on Jana
from the general effect; it roused her ener
gies and inspired her instead of casting her
down.
"We have nothing more to hope from the
authorities. If law and order forsake us we
must seek help with the rebels what else
can we do? Doctor, procure me a man's
costume! I shall go to-night to the Tartar
mound. My husband cannot invoke Mil
ler's assistance from his prison it is my
duty to do it for him!"
"Oh. Countess, how can you? Ton alone!
At night! Consider to what danger you ex
pose yoursell!"
"Do not prevent me.doctor; I must do it."
"Let me go in your place."
"Miller does not know you. You would
make no impression upon him, while I per
sonify, to his mind, his conscience! He
mnst obey me!"
"No one can resist you, Countess! But at
i least do not forbid me going with you. I
shall accompany you to the mound!"
( She held out her hand and said simply,
f "I thank you!"
The nights at the North, where all life
ceases and every noise is silence, are in-
l finitely more impressive and grander than
those of more southern countries. As soon
as the vast plains of Siberia are overshad
owed, you hear your own breathing; you
notice your heart's pulsation; you count tbe
echo of your footsteps upon the hard snow;
the ear is susceptible of perceiving the
faintest noise.
, The whole Tartar mound trembled when
Jana, at 10 o'clock at night, three times re
peated the magic name:
"Ienar! Ienar! Ienar!"
The name came back echoed from the
hills and tbe mountains, from the valleys
and the frozen waters ot the Angara, like
three shots fired from a. mortar. Then all
. was still as before.
' Jana appeared in the full costume' of a
- colonist By her side stood the faithful
s doctor. Both had found no difficulty in
i leaving tbe city, because neither of them
was subject to the strict laws by which the
8" exiles were bound.
' They did not know how long a time might
have passed, when suddenly steps became
audible on the snow, and like a spirit of
the grave the dark form of a Guogus be
came visible on the white background. He
bowed to the Countess as it waiting for or
ders, f "My friend," she said in Bussian, "I
stand in need of Miller s assistance. I am
- the Countess Lanin."
tf The Siberian looked at her in amazement,
cut did not say a wora.
"You snrely know where he is? I must
see him and speak with him as soon as pos
sible. The young native made a sign with
his hand, that he did not understand a
I- word.
"You do not understand me?" asked poor
Jana.
He repeated the same unmistakable sign.
She tried once more to make herself
, understood, repeating very slowly all she
;. had said. In vain! Tbe poor woman sank
V overwhelmed, on her knees.
t "Oh, God, enlighten me that I may know
what to do! Must we perish thus?"
.' Haas now walked up to the native, and
f -, touching his arm. he said: "IenarJ" The
Siberian repeated the name. Then the doo-
, tor sat down on the snow and tried to slide
down the hill. The Gungui laughed joy
fully and disappeared in a crevice of the
rocks.
"He will take me to his leader. It that
man does not speak Bussian he will at least
know Miller."
"Oh, doctor, certainly Providence has
sent you to me. Betnrn now to town; I'll
go with this man."
"No, Countess, you cannot do that; I de
mand it in my quality as your protector! I
am responsible to the Count for your safety.
Believe me, besides tbe Count might not
like your going with this man! You are a
lady." and have to think ot that!"
Jana at last understood the doctor, and
gave him her hand, saying:
"You are right, doctor. Go, then, with
God! If prayers and threats fail, use money;
use it lavishly. I leave the fate of my hus
band in your bands. I shall do, on my part,
what I can. We have hardly 48 hours be
fore us; let us make good "use ot them."
The Siberian appeared as suddenly as he
fore, but now with a smart sleigh and rein
deers. Haas took leave of Jana, sat down by
the Gungus, and whispered once more the I
magic word "Ienar 1
The Siberian looked assent, and whistled
fiercely. The reindeer flew down the slope
to the river bed, and then galloped alongon
the smooth ice as upon a level road.
Jana remained standing still, almost life
less, following the quickly vanishing sleigh
as long as her eyes could discern the faint
outlines. Then she knelt down on the snow
and sent a fervent prayer to God's throne on
high in behalf of Vladimir and the doctor.
After having crossed herself she rose and
returned to Irkutsk.
CHAPTER XXIIL
In Vladimir's hut the twilight had long
changed into night More than a quarter
of an hour Nicholas Popoff had waited for
the Count, according to his promise, paying
no attention to the increasing darkness. At
first he wondered why Lanin had not ap
peared, because he had charged Helen very
specially to mention the hour at which he
would be there. He had obtained two
hours' leave and no more, and knew per
fectly how dangerous this step might be
come for him and for Palkin himself.
"Oh! these women!" he thought to him
self. "No doubt Helen has blundered. I
ought to have done it myself. Why, it is
perfectly dark!"
Nicholas rose, looked for a piece of light
wood, kindled it with, the aid of a match
and put it into a beam. Thus the smoking,
flittering light illumined the hut at least
after a fashion. -N o otner iign. is mown in
the Siberian villages.
"Why does he not appear?" Nicholas
continued his musings. "I have been wait
ing an hour now. What can have hap
pened to him?"
He waited half an hour longer. As no
one came, he thought it high time to retnrn
home, so sb to cause no suspicion of his pro
longed absence.
He went to the door, opened it, and
started back with a cry of surprise and
horror.
Colonel Palkin was standing on the
threshold and behind him he saw Beveral
men who were walking up and down.
"Colonel! You here!" he exclaimed.
The colonel walked up close to him and
pushed him with his whole strength back
into the room.
"Are you surprised?"
"Where is the Count? What do you want
here?"
"Ha! ha! The inquiry begins! Well, I
can give you an answer. I am here to take
those documents which I need. Oat with
them I The Count will never return here!"
"Why?"
"Unnecessary curiosity! Out with those
papers or "
"That is treachervl"
"Call it what you choose! I have no
time for discussion. Hand me the papers!"
Now Popoff saw clearly that he had been
caught in a trap, and that Palkin was his
enemy. With the strength of despair he
seized the Colouel by the throat, crying:
"You shall at least pay for the others!"
The Colonel, however, a man of herculean
strength, pushed the poor, weak man easily
back, seized his hands and pressed them till
his joints cracked and he sank down on the
floor.
"Hel Peoplel Here!"
In a moment two gendarmes had seized
Popoff, who was crying for help with all
his might, hoping to attract the attention of
neighbors or passers by, and bound him with
ropes.
"Now search him accurately! This time
nothing shall escape me!"
Nicholas, however, when thus confronting
.imminent danger, had recovered his presence
ol mind, and a scornful smile even played
on his lips. The gendarmes began to search
him. He was stripped of his clothing;
pockets, boots, even his hair was thoroughly
searched. Nothing was found but a tobacco
bag and a penknife. Palkin was foaming
with rage.
"You think, perhaps, you will cheat me
once more. Well, we 11 see. All has not
been tried yet And if I have to kill you I
must have those papers. Speak, where are
they hid?"
Nicholas silently shrugged his shoulders.
This gesture made the Colonel furious.
"Tie him to that bench and fetch a na
gaika." Nicholas turned deadly pale. The na
gaika is a knout, a strap of leather with two
knots, the end of which is forked, like the
tongue of a serpent. After 100 blows the
flesh is generally gone from the bones, and
no man is able to bear 500 blows.
Nicholas was tied to the bench, and they
only waited for the man who had been sent
for the knout, which was kept at the in
spector's house.
"Obey me!" said Palkin to Popoff. "You
have a moment's time yet to consider.
Don't be obstinate! Tell me your secret"
"You may murder me, wretched hang
man," rtplied Popoff; "but you shall never
learn my secret I'd rather bite off my
tongue, you wretched spy and traitor! I
shall vet live to see you overthrown."
Palkin laughed cruelly and sat down,
facing the bench. The nagaika was brought
in.
"Well! Now begin and strike slowly, so
he may have time to reflect and give me the
answer I want"
The knont whizzed through the air and
fell upon the bare back of the wretched vic
tim. Instantly a dark bine mark appeared,
and Popoff uttered a heartrending cry. He
bit into the wood of the bench and did not
complain further.
Alter the twentieth stroke the blood
poured forth in streams, and large fragments
of flesh were torn off. The pain was top
fearful. Nicholas let go the bench in which
his teeth had made deep indentations and
began to cry madly. Palkin was calmly
smoking his cigar.
"At last!" he exclaimed. "Have you
opened your mouth at last? Perhaps you
will now be kind enough to answer?"
With a gesture of the hand he ordered the
gendarme to stop. The fellow coolly wiped
the leather strap with his fingers. Pieces
of flesh came off, which he coolly threw
aside. Popoff s throat ' rattled like that of
a dying man.
"Where is the paper I want?" asked the
Colonel. Nicholas turned his face to the
cruel man, and in his bloody, tearful eyes
invincible resoluteness still spoke clearly.
"You shall get nothing irom me, cursed
hangman," he replied.
"Well, let us see!"
And down came the nagaika again. The
torture was all the more cruel, as it had
been interrupted. At the first blow Popoff
uttered a perfectly fearful heartrending cry.
Palkin laughed. At each blow Popoffs
cries became less violent, his trembling less
perceptible. At last he hardly breathed.
Palkin thought the gendarme was tired.
"Strike better!" he ordered, "or you share
Popoffs fate!"
The gendarme struck with all his force.
He struck the backbone. Popoff uttered
such a terrific cry that tbe soldier himself
was terrified.
"Will you answer now?"
"Never!" breathed Nicholas, who was
dying.
"Strike! strike! I say!" shouted Palkin.
"Below, at his legs and feet! Make him
feel the nagaika!"
At this moment the door opened and Dr.
Haas entered. Ho slowly walked up to
Paltin.
"When doM this Ban coat from7"
"Who let him in?
Aha! the doctor."
In the meantime the nagaika had regu
larly fallen and risen. Nicholas gave no
longer any sign of life. Haas went to the
bench and put his hand on Popoffs head.
"Enough of this torture!" he said iu a
tone of command. "Your victim is dying!"
"Go on! strike hard!" cried Palkin, furi
ous at the interruption. "I can talk to the
doctor afterwards."
. Tbe gendarme raised the knout, hut at the
moment Haas snatched it from his hand and
threw it aside.
"Enough!" he exclaimed. "Why, the
poor unfortunate man is giving up the
ghost!"
Palkin approached the doctor and seized
him by the arm. Tired and disgusted with
the punishment he had been compelled to
inflict, the executioner looked in amaze
ment at the man who dared defy his Colonel,
and never thought of picking up the
nagaika.
Haas quietly confronted the Colonel.
"Do you know, doctor, that vouare cuiltv
j of resisting the authority of the Govern
ment, ana that, you may nave to pay dear
for it? How did you get in? Answer."
Haas disengaged himself calmly and said:
"Allow me first to assist the dying man."
"A man who is dving and yet takes his
secret with him into the grave, you mean.
But do you know what is awaiting you
yourself, old quack?"
Haas cast a cold look at him, and replied
with unaffected calmness:
"No one knows his fate. Allow me just
now, however, to assist this poor man."
This calmness inluriatcd the Colonel be
yond control.
"He and you and your Count, you are all
of you simply a band of traitors. You say
he is dead. Well, then you no doubt know
his secret, and will perhaps reveal it to me.
Hallo, there! untie that dying man there
and go to work on this mad fellow in his
place. That'll give us new pleasure. Hal
ha!" he laughed wildly, "after all I shall
attain my end!"
Haas measured him with a look of con
tempt "You, insane man, threaten me when you
oucht to be very humble. Listen "
"Do you think I'll listen to your empty
stuff? Bind this old man. You are too
tired," he said to the man who had beaten
Poooff, and called another gendarme. "Now
it is your turn!"
The man was slow to obey the Colonel.
Haas rose to his full height now, and said:
"I do not like to take vengeance. As you,
however, will not give up your intention,
your wish shall be fulfilled. . . Help!"
he cried, with a thundering voice.
Instantly a rattling noise was heard, as if
windowpancs were broken, and in tbe open
ing appeared two rifles pointed at tbe
Colonel. At the same time the doorwas
burst open violently, and soon 30 exiles,
armed with clnbs and swords, filled tbe
room. Palkin was at first confused, but
soon recovered his insolence.
"Here is the rebellion! Aha! We are
only three of us, but this unarmed rabble
we shall soon master. Come on, children!
We shall soon have assistance sent from
town!"
The gendarmes obeyed, but they fell al
most instantly, being shot down by the two
riflemen. The exiles surrounded Palkin,
Haas busied himself with the dying man,
as if the combat did not cdhcern him at all.
"You must take the Colonel alive," or
dered a voice from tbe window. "If ten of
you fall, you muit take him alive."
"We shall see that," replied the gen
darme, undaunted. "You have not gotten
me yet"
He fired a pistol twice into the thickest of
bis assailants. Then he alone resisted the
overwhelming force of exiles. Gigantic as
he was, he struck with his sword right and
left, and fought on, even alter he had been
seriously injured by heavy clubs. He tried
to gain the door, wounding and killing who
ever was in his way, and all the time shout
ing for help. Blood was flowing in streams.
A certain mistrust seized upon the exiles.
Eight men had fallen under the blows ot
the colossal, raging soldier. Palkin had
actually reached the door, when all of a
sudden, he lost his balance and fell to the
ground. A new enemy had appeared and
struck him down with one powerful blow
The gendarme roaied like a wild beast
"At last I have you, vile vermin!" ex
claimed Miller. It was he who, watching
the fight from the window, had used a favor
able moment to attack Palkin from behind.
In a moment the Colonel was disarmed and
bound in spite of his violent resistance.
Now Miller went to the window, and, tak
ing off bis kospak, he said:
"Countess, there is no danger now. You
can enter!"
A fearful scene it was that struck the eye
iu the interiot of the small hut. The bodies
of the dead gendarmes wer lying under the
bench on which Popoff had been tortured.
Dr. Haas had brought his surgical instru
ments, and was exclusively occupied in
assisting the poor secretary, whose wbole
body was one vast wound. The walls were
spatted over with blood and mud. Four
of the exiles lay lifeless on tbe floor, others
were trying to stanch the blood that was
abundantly flowing from their gaping
wounds. The Colonel was tied to the cen
tral post, which in Siberia supports the
ceiling. He writhed like a snake and ut
tered tearful threats and curses.
Miller stood facing him, his hair pushed
back from his forehead; all around stood
the exiles, and the hut resounded with cries
of revenge and of triumph. The light wood
was near extinction and dispensed but an
indistinct and flickering light Now and
then the room was bloodily lighted up, and
then again it sank back into deep darkness.
The exiles, however, had brought lanterns
which they now hung on the central post.
Jana entered with Helen.
"Where is my husband? Where is Vlad
imir?" asked the Countess, full of appre
hension. "You need not fear, Countess," said Mil
ler, bowing before her as he used to do in
Petersburg salons, "the Count is not here
and was not present"
"And my poor Nicholas?" asked Helen.
The stillness of the grave gave the only
answer. Miller hung his head; Helen, at
one glance, counted tbe dead bodies and
saw seven; she examined them one after
another. Palkin's corses continued. All
looked lull oi pity at the poor girl who had
followed her betrothed to Siberia and now
looked for him among the dead.
She soon approached his bloody remains.
Haas raised his hands to heaven. At once
Helen understood it all and fell in silent de
spair on her knees.
I To be continued next Sunday.
BEATS IN THE EXCHANGES.
Statistics on the Frices Paid la New York,
Boston and Philadelphia.
Boston Herald. 1
During the year 1S89 the prevailing price
for seats in the New York Exchange was
$20,000, in Boston $12,000, and in Philadel
phia $2,900. In 1899, it was for New York,
$22,000, Boston.' $12,500, Philadelphia,
$2,500. When the market is on an even
keel, the price of seats is regulated bv the
supply and demand, and the same as any
commercial commodity. ,
The highest price ever paid for a seat in
the Boston Stock Exchange was paid by
Mr. W. H. Mick for Mr. O. H. Paine's
seat The price was $19,500. When the
bargain had been consummated, Mr. Paine
purchased a seat in the New York Exchange,
for which he paid the sum of $22,500, which
is about $10,000 less than the highest figure
paid for such a prize.
MEASURING ELECTBIC UGHT.
The Stnndnrd Candle Power Gives a Terr
Inadequate Idea to the Laymen.
Did you ever meet a man who has a prac
tical idea of what amount of illumination a
100-candle power light ought to provide?
Of course, there is a scientific standard, and
ancient legislation defines a legal candle as
a sperm candle weighing a little less than
three ounces, and burning at the rate of 120
grains an hour. But this gives little in
formation, and the candle is such an nn.
"known quantity in tbis country that as a
atanuara 01 ngni it is absurdly inappro
priate. ' A scheme has been devised where
by electric light may be measured, and
new standard will probably be the result.
shouted the Colonel
OUR CHIEF MAIL MAN.
Postmaster General Wanamaker's
Tablic and Trivato Business.
AN INCOME OF ABOUT $2,000 A DAI.
His Department Should Clear $10,000,000
Per Tear for Uncle Sam.
HOME LIFE AND DUTIES P0S SUHDAI,
CoazESPOXDXircx or the &mfatc8.i
Washington, June 7.
X all odos the most
unique character in
American politics is John
Wanamaker, the Post
master General of the
United States. A man
whose whole life has been
that of business, who has
had nothing to do with
politics nor politicians, he
is made the head of what
has always been the big
gest political machine of
the Government. There
are more than 150,000 em
ployes who are more or less directly under
the control of the Postmaster General and
his big red fingers rest upon the keyboard
to which is attached the wires reaching out
to every city and village in the country.
It was indeed a curious appointment
Still, Benjamin Harrison has in John
Wanamaker his closestally and his strongest
friend. He has in him, perhaps, the hardest
worker of his Cabinet and one of the
strongest forces of his administration. Wan
amaker is a man of ideas and he believes in
runuinc his department on business princi
pies.
ple is cnaied every day by the clogs
which the necessary consultations with Sen
ators and Representatives throw in his wav,
and he says if he could run the Postoffi'ce
Department on his own plan, he could make
510,000,000 a year for the Government
TITBITS EVERYTHING INTO GOLD. -
I don't doubt that he is correct For the
past 40 years everything he has touched has
turned into gold, and now at 52, he is said
to be worth $15,000,000, and he has an in
come of about $2,000 a day. Still, it is only
four decades since he was carrying the clay
which made tbe bricks in his father's brick
yard, and about that time he engaged to
clerk in a bookstore lor a less sum Der week
than the scrub women of the Postoffice De-
Eartment get for a day. He is called by
is enemies a counter-jumper, and sneering
remarks are made about his store in Phila
delphia. All the world knows that he has
a store there, and the fact was pretty well
advertised before he became Postmaster
General.
Few people, however, appreciate the im
mensity o! his business and the wonderful
system on which it is run. It is the big
gest establishment of its kind in the world.
It far outranks the great Bon Marche of
Paris, and it is, I am told, five times the
size of Jordan & Marsh's great Boston es
tablishment It clears, I am told, $1,000,
000 a year and it does a business of $25, 000,
000 annually. Its roof covers acres, and on
an ordinary week there are 25,000 engaged
in buying at it at one time. You can find
anything in it irom a fish hook to a steam
ship's anchor, and its mighty growth has
been the outcome of the brains of this man.
FAT JOB3 'WANAMAKEB LOST.
It is a mistake, however, to suppose that it
does nny business for the Government
There are two other Wanamaker firms in
Philadelphia, and it is these which have
caused tbe accusation that the Postmaster
General is a competitor for Government
contracts. The fact is that prior to his ap
pointment as Postmaster General the firm
put iu bids for many kinds of Government
supplies and they made a great deal of
money out of them. When Mr. Wana
maker accepted the Postmaster Generalship
he gave orders that no bids were to be made
either for supplies to the Postoffice Depart
ment or any other department of the Gov
ernment, and I am told that this order has
reduced the profits of the firm during the
past year fully $100,000.
The only way in which the Government
can now buy anything at Wanamaker's
store is by its agents purchasing over the
counter like the ordinary shopper. To give
a further idea of this establishment, it h
the largest retail shoe business in this coun
try. It has the largest retail book business
in the United States. Its cellar contains the
biggest electric light plant of the whole
world, and urder its one roof more than
4,000 employes work during the ordinary
season and this number is -increased to 5,000
at Christmas.
BELIEVES IN NEWSPAPEB ADVERTISING.
Wanamaker believes in advertising, and
his advertising manager gets a salary of
$12,000 a year. He pays each of the Phila
delphia papers from $2,000 to $4,000 every
mouth for advertising, and one of his prin
ciples in advertisements is that they shall
tell the truth. Among his principles of
success are application, integrity and ad
vertising, and he ranks these high in the
advice he gives to young men. He is inter
ested lareely in other establishments.
John Wananlaker, however, is best known
from this big retail store. Be owns most of
it, though Bobert C. Ogdeu has a large in
terest, and he has the entire management of
the store, now that Wauamater is a Cabinet
Minister. It is true that there is a private
wire running from the Philadelphia house to
the Postoffice Department, but only three or
four messages pass over this a day, and
these are more often social messages than
business ones. If Mrs. Wanamaker or the
girls are going to Philadelphia the Post
master General will send a line announcing
the fact, or if be wants some special ar
rangement for Itis Sunday school his private
wire is called into requisition. As to or
dinary business matters, he is seldom con
sulted, and it is only as to questions ot gen
eral business policy, large purchases or the
buying of a corner lot that his partners have
to telegraph him.
HIS TWO HEIGHT BOYS.
Bis two sons are members of the firm, and
though I have not met them I am told they
are men of more than ordinary business
ability. Both are still under 30 and both
are graduates of Princeton College. Tom
Wanamaker is in tbe house at Philadelphia,
and Bodman spends most of his time in
PariB as the foreign purchasing agent of the
establishment Both of the young men are
married, and both have babies in short
clothes. Tom Wanamaker married a Miss
Welch, of one of the old families of Phila
delphia, and his brother Bodman has a
French lady for a wife. The Postmaster
General has an eye for the beautiful in
woman, and is very fond of his daughters-in-law.
He dotes more over his grandchil
dren than President Harrison does over
Baby MoKee, and he is essentially a family
man.
Probably no nubile man In Washington
has a more pleasant home life than John
Wjanaaaktr. He is thoroughly in love
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Mr. Wanamaker at Work
with his wife and family, and he has two
charming daughters who are good old-fashioned
girls and with whom he loves to romp
after his day's work is over. Everyone
knows where "he lives. It is in the historic
Frelinghuysen mansion which Mrs. Whit
ney made snch a social center during the
last administration and which Mr. Wana
maker has improved at an expense of
about $50,000.
A GRAND ABT COLLECTION.
This house is one of the most elegantly
furnished houses of the Capital. Its walls
are hung with satin and it has rooms so
large that you could turn a wagon-load of
hay around in them without touching the
walls. It has a picture srallery as big as a
barn, and this is now filled with some of the
precious art works owned by the Postmaster
General. He has little pieces of canvas
hero which have cost $200 an inch, and lam
told by an art friend of his that there are at
least $200,000 worth of pictures in this room.
Still these paintings comprise only a part of
his collection, and he is, you know, the pos
sessor of Mutikacsy's "After the Wedding,"
which bangs on the left wall of the gallery.
There are more than ou pictures on tbe
walls of this ballroom, and though they are
all very valuable, I do not think that some
of them are as beautiful as those which
hung in it in the days of the Whitney own
ership. Secretary Whitney had a remarka
ble taste in art, and in his collection are
many masterpieces. He had a Millet which
Vanderbilt considered finer than any paint
ing he owned, and some of his pictures of
the French school were wonderfully beauti
ful. The Postmaster General is a good
judge of fine paintings. He has made a
study of artana can tell a good painting
without asking tbe advice ot a picture
buyer. He knows most of the great artists
of Paris personally, and he is a haunter of
studios when he is" in Europe.
SPLENDID ENTEBTAINEES.
The Postmaster General and his wife have
entertained more lavishly than any otfcer
family connected with the administration,
with perhaps the exception of the Mortons,
They have kept open house, have given
many dinners and receptions andat the
close of not a few of their parties this pict
ure gallery ball room has been thrown open
for dancinsr.
The Postmaster General is noted asa Sun
day school maa. He is, I believe, a gen
uine Christian, and his cloak of religion
has not been donned with his official ap
pointment nor his business success. He is
not so straightlaced, however, as were our
Puritan fathers, aud he does not consider
dancing sinlul. He will not use wines,
however, at his state dinners, and he con
fines his own drinks to apollinaris, haw
thorn water and the succulent soda. He
believes in the observance of the Sabbath,
and he will not allow a letter or a telegram
to be delivered at his house on Sunday, nor
will he talk business on Sunday. He runs
his Christianity, too, on business principles,
and he says that ministers would get along
better if they had more business tact
ONCE PELTED WITH MTJD.
Few people have any idea of tbe Christian
work which he is doingin his Sunday school
at Philadelphia which he started in the
"Five Points" of that city when he was
working on a salary of lets than that re
ceived by the average Government clerk.
His first Sunday school was held in a tent,
and he 'was a successful Sunday school
teacher when he was 30 years of age, 20
years before anyone imagined that he would
be a rich man, and when the wildest dreamer
wonld not have pointed him ont as a Cabinet
minister. I am told that Wanamakerrisked
his life in starting this Sunday school, and
tbat tbe toughs of the (Quaker City used to
pelt him with mud when he began" with the
ragged children and tried to influence the
drunkards to build up a Sunday school.
It was perhatXthis pelting that made him
work the harder, for Wanamaker isa fighter
from tbe word go, and opposition only made
him tbe more anxious to succeed. He has
two granite tabernacles, one of which is the
Bethany Church and the other the Sunday
school. There are about 3,000 pupils in the
Sunday school and there are something like
300 teachers. Mr. Wanamaker opens it
every Sunday and then swings across to the
Bethany Cbnrch, where he has a Bible class
of 1,000 men and women,
HIS PERSONAL HABITS.
Postmaster General Wanamaker snends as
many hours at his desk as any Postmaster
General we have had for years. He rises at
about 6:30 o'clock, shaves himself and takes
a good, plain breakfast He rides down to
the department in the department coupe,
and he is ready for work at 8:30, 30 minutes
before his force of clerks have begun to ar
rive. He has a private secretary, Mr. Mar
shall Cushing, whom he pays himself to at
tend to bis personal matters. The Postmas
ter General gets about a cartload of marked
newspapers every day. The Postmaster Gen
eral writes some letters himself, and is well
advanced with his mail by the time 9:30 has
arrived.
He has had perhaps a counsel with his
bureau chiefs and at this time is ready to re
ceive the stream of Senators aud represent
atives of office-seekers and others who then
begin to come. From 9 until 12 he is ac
cessible to everyone. His talks are not
always politic, for Mr. Wanamaker is more
of a business man than a politician. He
has the faculty of deciding a thing right off.
He is too much of a civil service man to
suit many of tbe politicians, though he does
not believe in the civil service as at present
constituted. He thinks that every Cabinet
minister should have the right to look a
man in the eye before he appoints him, and
tbat clerks should be examined by men in
the departments in which they are to work
rather than by one 'board which examines
for the whole country.
ALWAYS HUNTING NEW IDEAS.
The Senators and Bepresentatives keep
the Postmaster General busy until noon,
and it is 1 o'clock before he gets home to his
lunch. He comes back at 3 and works away
steadily until 7 or 7:30 in the evening, doing
the best part ot his work alter the rest of the
clerks have gone. He is always after new
ideas. A man who tried to get work ot
him the other day was asked by him
whether be had any new ideas and what he
conld do for him, and when the man really
showed that he had some originality he wa's
at once given a job. Postmaster General
Wanamaker was surprised to find when he
first came into office that a number of the
ideas that he supposed were his had been
formulated and discussed by other Post
master Generals. Tbis was so with the
Postal Telegraph and Postal Savings Bank.
The idea in his Postal Teleeraph scheme ot
having the competing telegraph lines do the
business and having the postoffices merely
deliver the messages is his own, and his
scheme for appnintingagcneral manager for
the Postoffice Department, who shall have a
term 01 omce lor ten years at $10,000 a year,
is also his.
Socially he is a jolly good fellow, and he
gives away a great deal of money in charity
every year. Feank G. Cabpentee.
THE CHAMPION -HAILST01IE.
A Storv From Kansas of an Icy Meteor
That Welfflied Eighty Pounds.
Becent hail storms have revived a story
from Salina, Kan. The facts in the
case are substantially as follows: Iu
July, 1882, a party of railroad sec
tion men were at work seven miles
west of Sauna, when a temhc bail storm
went over. Martin Ellwood, the foreman,
relates that near where they were at work
many chunks of ice foil that would weigh
from 5 to 15 pounds, and that in returning
toward Salina they saw immense hailstones
scattered about everywhere.
When six miles out from town they found
hundreds of them larger than a man's head,
besides one monster chunk which they esti
mated weighed at least 80 pounds. This
frigid reminder of the awiul storm was loaded
on the handcar and taken to Salina, the
combined strength of two men being re
quired in the loading act. Near the mam
moth 80-pounder Mr. Ellwood discovered
a hailstone in the shape of a cigar about one
foot
jong ana tour inches in diameter,
Upon arrivlnc In town a wheelhsrrow was
secured and the big hailstone taken to W.
J. Hagler's store, where; crowds of people
visited it all afternoon. In the evening,
after being on exhibition five hours, it
measured 9x16x2a tnohes.
THE SOLDIER'S DAI.
Old-Time Prophecies That It Wonld
Lose Its Significance.
DEMONSTRATIONS IN PITTSBUBG.
The
Part Taken bj the Ladies in the
Erection of the Monument.
STORIES OP WOMEN OP TfliS WAK
rWBITTIX POB THE DISliTCn.1 .
I remember, when Memorial Day was first
instituted, hearing men in Pittsburg declare
that in ten years it would have lost all its
significance, that before that time had
passed there would be no great amount of
mourning in anybody's heart for the soldiers
who were dead. And I heard others protest
that the fixed observance of such a day was
wrong in principle and in policy. It was
not well, they urged, to deliberately seek to
perpetuate tbe war feeling. I heard more
than, tone old soldier reason in that way in
those early days.
Well, more than ten years have passed,
and Memorial Day seems to have no less a
place in people's thoughts and affections
than at first There may be less of publio
demonstration in certain quarters, but not
less of general and thoughtful observance.
And those who looked with apprehension to
the future have had their fears proved
groundless. North and South tbe honors
paid to tbe dead soldiers have served rather
to promote harmony than to perpetuate en
mity For somehow, in both sections, the
"soldier feeling" is a very different thing
from the "war feeling." The one lives and
the other dies; and tbat seems well.
SOME OLD DEMONSTEATIOSS.
What old PIttsburger will ever forget the
earliest demonstrations there? Some of them
were very imposing and wonderfully impress
ive. u.ne wnoie community seemed filled
with earnest enthusiasm, and intent on giv
ing the utmost expression to it. It was
notable, in this time of peace so closely fol
lowing the time of war, that the women were
foremost in doing honor to the dead soldiers,
as they had been foremost in ministering to
the living soldiers when they needed the
ministrations of thought'ul, practical care
to make them more comfortable.
In this later style of campaigning the
women had the direction of affairs. They
planned tbe work that was to be done, and
did a wonderful amount of it themselves.
And every man in a position to know the
history ot those early events must have an
abiding conviction that women Pittsburg
women at least have practical ability and
executive capacity which a large portion of
mankind might wish for in vain.
I have thought many, many times in re
cent years every time Memorial Day
comes around ot one of those early Pitts
burg demonstrations which I remember
more vividly than any other. The reason
of that, I suDpose, is because it was tbe first
after Memorial Day became an established
anniversary. The ladies of the Executive
Committee had made elaborate plans, and
they carried them out in the most effective
manner, by dint of hard work, long
continued. The people of the two cities,
and even in the neighboring country dis
tricts, co-operated with enthusiasm. And
the result was such a day of well-ordered
celebration as one may not hope to see sur
passed many times in the course of any or
dinary career.
THE GBEAT PABADB.
The march to Allegheny Cemetery was
especially noteworthy. All the way the
street was crowded with people assembled
there to see the procession. And a proces
sion well worth seeing it was, too. Soldiers
there were more of them than there are
now, alas marched in column with the old
army swing and to the old army tunes.
And they carried, not the weapons of death,
but fragrant offerings for those already
dead.
Other soldiers whose marching days had
ended on some battlefield whence they had
come alive but maimed, were bestowed In
carriages. How many of them carried
flowers that day? How many of them have
had flowers laid above them since?
Carriages, many of them, were filled with
ladies; some old, some young; some sad
with memories of recent heartbreak; some
grave with sympathy for the general pain
ot loss; all eager to do ahectiouate honor to
those dead boys out there. In still other
carriages, and on horseback, were many
citizens of dignity and importance; for this
was an occasion all men felt it an honor to
participate in. Societies marched or rode.
Delegations of citizens marched or rode.
The line seemed almost without end.
And every man and woman in it carried
flowers. Flowers were piled into the car
riages with the ladies, and there were wagon
loads of flowers forming part of the proces
sion. ,And many of the people on the side
walks were also laden with flowers. These
joined the moving column as it passed; and
so there were more and more people march
ing to the music of the many bands.
DEDICATION OP THE MONUMENT.
There were other Memorial Day celebra
tions almost, if not quite, as fervent and in
spiring as this. But the Memorial Day on
which the soldiers' monument was dedi
cated saw the climax and culmination of
such observances. The founding and con
struction of this monument may also be de
scribed as a women's enterprise. Women
originated the purpose of a monument to
the dead soldiers of Allegheny county.
Tbey formed a Monument Association
which, with the willing co-operation of the
people, carried tbe purpose into effect
Many men were active and hard-working
members of the association, but I doubt if
they would have won the success finally
achieved without the active energy ot the
women. While on the other hand I am not
at all sure that the women would not have
conquered success even if the men had kept
out of the work!
But both worked together, and worked
hard and for a long time. The task was not
a holiday pastime by any means. Its suc
cess required the utmost efforts of all con
cerned. There must be plenty of money
raised. Part of this came in the form of
liberal subscriptions. A fair was held, and
the proceeds were nobly generous. Other
methods were devised in the active brains
engaged in the enterprise, and every effort
resulted in more or less of success. If the
association members were active and ener
getic, the people at large were certainly
liberal and enthusiastic.
' SELECTING THE SITE.
I think determining the site of the monu
ment was a task more difficult than the
raising ot funds for it A strong party of
earnest workers wanted it placed in the Al
legheny Cemetery, where so many of the
soldiers were buried. Others urged the
claims of other locations, and a
good deal of rather excited discus
sion took place. When the final de
cision was made, and it was determined to
place the shalt wnere it now stands, on the
height overlooking the river and the Alle
gheny parks, all opposing preferences were
put aside, ana every worKer joined in hearty
fellowship with every other worker to in
sure the best success of the object all had
been so anxious to see accomplished.
.All parts ot Allegheny county contributed
people to participate in the ceremonies of
dedication; and the occasion was nothing
less than stupendous. The dedication was,
in the widest sense, a public event. Both
cities made it the chief and commanding
work of the day. Flags aud decorations
adorned the streets along which the great
procession passed, and it seemed almostas if
nobody had been left at home or in the
mills or in the shops, so great were the
crowds in the streets and on the ground
where the ceremonies of dedication took
plaoe.
A WOMAN OP THE WAS.
I suppose in tbe latter part of May every
old soldier finds his thoughts turning with
much obstinacy back to "war times." And
U he had the fortune to he sick or wounded
both in tbose times, and to cass some
of his time in hospital, some of his memor
ies are sure to cluster about the part which
kindly women took In this portion of his
experience.
How would behave fared but for the
helpful work they did? No need to specu
late about that, for they did tbe work, and
would be sure to do it again in case of such
need, and again and again, as many times
as the need might arise. They were the
soul of sanitary commissions, and they were
the heart and the hand of volunteer nursing
systems. More than once, to my knowl
edge, Southern women came in among the
wounded in Federal hospitals, bringing
flowers and good things to eat, and pleas
ant words, which were better than either.
To be sure one of these Southern women
got mixed in her impulses one day, and
staid away everalter. It was in Louisville.
A very pretty and spirited girl contracted
tbe pleasant babit of frequently coming in
among the wounded men of a certain hos
pital ward, and brightening an hour for
them. She would bring them flowers; she
would bring in nicely cooked dainties for
some of the worst cases; she would sit by
some helpless fellow half tbe afternoon, and
read to him or write letters for him. Alto
gether she was a delightful visitor, though
she took no pains to conceal the tact that
she was a Confederate, ont and out
SANG THE -WBONO SONG.
By some strange chance there was a piano
in this room. One day, by way of com
pleting her charming visit, she sat down be
fore tbe piano to give us some music. She
sang admirably. Bat the very first, and
the very last piece she sang was "The Bon
ny Bine Flag 1" And she sang it with such
vim and snch audacity tbat every one of us
had to applaud her. We were all sorry she
did not come back.
But it Was net nf Tior T pl nnt in itmxiV
but of a woman whom the war made almost J
as tamous as it made General Sherman
Mother Bickerdike. I saw her first at some
point on the Mississippi river. She had
come thus tar with a large shipment of sani
tary supplies, prominent among which were
sundry barrels of onions. She was impetu
ously eager to get to the hospital she was
bound for so that "her boys" could
have the benefit of those onions
right away. But there was some
difficulty about transportation for her
and,her freight I don't think such a dffi-.
culty ever stood very long in the way of"
Mother Bickerdike. It certainly did not
on this occasion. She mastered it with such
promptness and energy that she was on her
way down therivcr or wherever she wanted
to go before the Quartermaster could make
out how it had been done.
AN ANGEL IN TEE HOSPITALS.
Eved among the soldiers who had never
been in a hospital Mother Bickerdike's
name became as familiar as a household
word, and more than one of them wished
she had the ordering of tbe particular cam
paign which might provoke his criticism.
But the boys in hospital got another view of
her character.
And how tenderly lovable was the side
of it that was turned toward them! They
learned to love and revere her as a particu
larly enterprising and eminently practical
saint No difficulty was sufficient to daunt
her will and courage when "her boys" were
to be benefited. And it would be interest
ing to know how many useful citizens of to
day were brought alive out of the war by
the untiring energy and the motherly ten
derness of "Mother Bickerdike."
A WIPE IN THE HOSPITAL.
But after all the woman who brought the
greatest good and the greatest happiness
into a hospital, of all that I remember, was
one whose name was never known outside
her own small circle of acquaintance. It
was shortly after a battle in which many I
fearfully many men had been wounded.
One of these hapless men sat at the lower
end of the long ward, shot through the
breast in snch a manner tbat he could not
lie down, but had to be kept propped up in
a chair. A doubtful case the surcreons
called him.
One day a woman came alone through the
door at the upper end of the ward, cast a.
quick glance all about, and then, be ore
steward or nurse could ask her errand, she
started swiftly and silently toward
the man in the chair. He
did not see her coming. He
did not know that his wife was near him
until her arm was about his neck and her
kisses were on his face. Even then he did
notspeak to her. How could he? He was
crying so in his joyful surprise that he
could not utter a word. And nobody else
uttered a word either; bnt every man there
did a great deal of thinking.
The nurse spoke some very serious words
to the wife afterward about the danger of
shock. Bnt she knew what she was about,
and the event proved it. That man began
to get better that very hour, and was soon
out of danger. And the rest of us, who had
no wives.had to suffer in loneliness, and get
better the best way we could.
James C. Pubdt.
HTTKTIHfJ THE KEY-HOLE.
A Plttibnrcer Who ling a Good Deal of
Trouble Owlnc to Electric Lights.
"For a man to say he is not pleased with
the change from gas to electricity for street
lighting is to get himself styled an old fossil,
and so forth, but for my part," said a well
known Pittsburg druggist the other day, "I
see decided objections to the new system.
One is the great difficulty in finding a key
hole in a door, which is some distance from
the nearest lamp. A man who knows he is
sober hates to have to stand several minutes
trying to get his latch-key to do its work,
and that is what I have to do nearly every
night To get over the difficulty I have
painted round tbe key-hole with aluminous
paint, which works like a charm. I antici
pate dnite a bnnm in this minmnitv nnv
that electricity with its weird shadows, has
become the illuminating power."
"This paint absorbs light during the day
and gives it off during the night. Hitherto
it has only been made at one small factory
and the price has been too high. Now,
however, a way to manufacture the paint
cheaply has been discovered, and I believe
every drug store in town will soon be hand
ling it."
MB. 8TAKLETS BLACK BOY.
The Interesting Elsbieen-Tear-OId Who
Sllnlmera to the Explorer's Wants.
Below is a sketch of Mr. Stanley's black
boy, reproduced from the Pall Mall Budget,
whose artist was given special permission to
take his likeness by the explorer. Mr.
Stanley calls his boy Sal!. He is a native
African, is about 18, he speaks English, and
is a genial lellow, with a bright eve and a
Iileasant smile. He accompanies Mr. Stan
bt to all parties and functions.
F0K A GIFT LIBRAET.
A More Modest Building Than the
One Mr. Carnegie Proposes,
BUT VERY PBETTI NEVERTHELESS
Intended by a Retired Ksrehast
Presentation to Bb Town.
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AREAH6EHI1NTS FOB THE I5TEBI0B
v'BilUVX.N FOB THX DISPATCH.!
The management of a library, including
the selection of books, is or much greater
importance than the building. The libra
rian should be a man of liberal education,
enthusiastic in his work. He should hava
such genuine sympathy for good literature
as to create a taste for it among his patrons.
Tbe desultory reader who inquires for
"something interesting" (there are many
such) should be provided with a fascinating
book of history, biography, travel, or of one
of tbe trades or useful arts, so nicely suited
to his taste as to inspire him with a desire)
for careful and methodical reading.
Light and trashy fiction should be ex
cluded. The habitual novel reader would
be disappointed not to find the opium drug
of literature in the library, but the libra
rian of tact may induce him to try solid
reading and thus reclaim him.
This building was designed for a retired
merchant who is erecting it for presentation
Ferapeclive.
to his native town. Following will be
found a somewhat detailed description:
General dimensions Width, 17 feet t
inches; depth, including porcb, 41 feet 4
inches; height of story, 17 feet
Exterior materials Foundation, all walls
and gables, brick; pressed brick and stone
trimmings; roof, tin.
Interior finish Yellow pine flooring with
underflooring and lelt between. White pine
trim, gallery and steps. Outside doors, oak.
All woodwork finished with hard oil. Sand
finish tinted plaster walls and ceilings.
Stained glass in all windows and doors.
Colors All brick and stone work cleaned
down at completion; pressed brick and stone
work left natural color; the body brickwork
neatly repainted aud evenly stained red.
Outside doors and framei. finished with hard
oil, natural color. Trim, casings, cornices,
bands, sashes and rain conductors, dark
green. Tin roof painted dark red.
Accommodations One large room
with a gallery eight feet above
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the building by a stove set about tbe middle
of the main floor, the pipe to descend into a
sunken brick flue leading to the chimney
thus avoiding an unsightly stove pipe.
Cost $1,500, not including heating ap
paratus. The estimate is based on New
York prices for materials and labor. In
many sections the country the cost should
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Feasible modifications Height of story,
general dimensions, materials and colors,
may be changed. Cellar maybe placed un
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floor may be concrete with removable sec
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Copyright 1S90.
A Regulator.
A few Hamburg Figs will care the worst
cases of constipation and indigestion, and their
occasional use will prevent the recurrence of
these troubles. 25 cents. Dose one fiff. At all
Druggists. Mack Drug Co., N. Y- ttsu
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