-- rods, bat I did not much care for his house and its atmosphere, lie nearu me out to the end, and then smiled very wearily, but . without contempt, ior lie is a man who uti - , derstands things. "St iv on," he said, "and see what this thing means. All yon have talked about I have known since I toot the bungalow. Stay on and wait. Tietjens has left me. Are vou eoing too?" I had seen him through one little affair connected with an idol that had brought me to the doors of a lunatic asylum, and I had no desire to help him through further expe riences. He was a man to whom unpleas antnesses arrived as do dinners to ordinary people. Therefore, I explained more cleirly than ever that I liked bun immensely and would be happy to see him in the daytime; but that I "didn't care to sleep under his rool. This ras after dinner, when Tietjens had gone out to lie in the veranda. " 'Pon my soul, I don't wonder," said Strickland, "with his eyes on the ceiling cloth. "Look at that!" The taiis of two snakes were hanging be- tween'the cloth and the cornice of the wall. They threw long shadows in the lamplight. "If vou are afraid of snakes, of course " said Strickland. "1 hate and fear snakes, because if you look into the eyes oJ any snake you will see that it knows all and more of the mystery of man's fall, and that it feels all the contempt that the devil felt when Adam was evicted from Eden. Besides which its bite is gen erally fatal, and it bursts up trouser legs." "lou ought to cet your thatch over hauled." I s.iid. "Give me a masheer rod and we'll poke em down." "They'll hide among the roof beam," said Strickland. "I can't stand snake3 overhead. I'm going up. If I shake 'em down stand by with a cleaning rod and break their backs." I was uot anxious to assist Strickland in his work, but I took the loading rod and waited in the dining room, while Strickland brought a gardener's ladder from the veranda and set it against the side of the room. The snake tails drew themselves up and disap peared. "We could hear the dry rushing scuttle of long bodies ruuning over the baggy cloth. Strickland took a lamp with him, while I tried to make clear the danger of hunting roof snakes between a ceiling cloth and a thatcu; apart irom me uewriurii tion of property caused by ripping out ceil inc cloth5. "Nonserse!" said Strickland. "They're snre to hide near the walls by the cloth. The bricks are too cold for 'em, and the heat of the room is just what they like." He tint his hand to the corner of the cloth and ript ed the cotton stuff from the cornice. It gave -villi a great sound of tearing, and Strickland pnt his head through the open ing into the dark of tbe angle of the roof beams. I set my teeth and lilted the load ing rod, for I had not the least knowledge of what ruisrht descend. "H'ni," -aid Strickland, and his voice rolled and rumbled in the roo:. "There's room for another set of rooms up here, and, by Jove, some one is occupying 'em." "Snakes.?" I said, down below. "No. It's a buffalo. Hand me up the two first joints of a masheer rod and I'll prod it. It's 13-ing on the main beam." I handed up the rod. "What a nest for owls and serpents. No wonder the suakes live here," said Strick land, climbing further into the roof, I could see his elbow thrusting with the rod. "Come out of that, whoever vou are! Heads below therel It's tottenngl" I saw the ceiling c!oh nearly in the cen ter of the room bag with a snaps that was pressing it downward and downward toward the lighted lamps on the table. I snatched a lamp out of danger and stood back. Then the cloth ripped out from the walls, tore, split, swayed and shot down upon the table something that I dared not look at till Strickland had slid down the ladder and was, standing by my side. He did not say much, being a man of few words, but he picked up the loose end of the tablecloth and threw it over the thing on the table. i 'It ttrikes me," said he, pulling down the lamp, "our friend Imray has come back. Oh! you would, wmld you?" ,' " There was a movement under the cloth, and a little snake wriggled.- out, to be back broken by the butt of (& mahscer rod. I was sufficiently sick ,to make no remarks worth recording. . - Strickland meditated and helped himself to drinks liberally. The thing under the cloth matie no more signs of life. "It is Imray?" I said. ) Strickland turned back the cloth for a moment and looked. "Is it Imra?" he said, "and his throat is cut Irom ear to ear." Then we spoke both together and to our selves, "Thai's why be whispered about the house." Tietjens in the garden bigan to bay furi ously. A little later her great nose heaved open the dining room door. She snuffed and was still. The broken and tattered ceiling cloth hung down almost to the level of the table and there was hardly room to move away irom the discovery. Then Tietjens came in and sat down; her teeth bared under her lip and her forepaws planted. She looked at Strickland. "It's a bad business, old lady," Eaid he. 'Men don't go up into the roofs of their bungalows to die, and they don'c fasten up the ceiling cloth behind 'em. Let's think it out." "Let's think it out somewhere else," I said. "Excellent idea! Torn the lamps out "We'll get into my room." I did not turn the lamps oaf. I went into Strickland's room first and allowed him to make the darkness. Then he followed me and we lit tobacco and thought. Strickland did the thinfcimr. I smoked furiously, be cause I was afraid. "Imray is back," said Strickland. "The question is who killed Imray? Don't talt, I have a notion of my own. "When I took this bungalow I took most of Imray's servants. Imray was guileless and iuoffensive, wasn't he?" I agreed, though the heap under the cloth looked neither one thing nor the other. "If I call all tne servants they will stand fast in a crowd and lie like Aryans. "What do you suggest?" "Call 'em in one by one," I said. "They'll run away and give the news to til their fellows," said Strickland. "We must segregate 'em. Do vou suppose your servant knows anythingabout it?" "Be may, for augbt'l know; but I dont think it a liseiy. lie has only been here two or three davs," I answered". "What's yonr notion?" "I can't quite tell, how the dickens did the man get the wrong side of the ceilinr cloth?" There was a heavy coughing outside Strickland's bedroom "door. This showtjd that Bahadur Kuan, his body servant, had waked from sleep and wished to put Strick land to bed. "Come in," said Strickland, "J.tis a verv w arm night, isn't it?" Bahadur Khau, a great, grc in' lurbancd six-root Mohammedan, said '.bat it was a very warm night, but that tiiere Was more rain pending, which by His Honor's favor would bring relief to the coon t?v. "It will be so it God pleases.""Eaid Strick land, tugging off his boots, "it is in mv mind, Bahadur Khan, that 1 have worked thee remorselessly for many da rs ever since that time when thou firt cA-jicst into my service. What time ;as that'?" "Has the heavea born io rgotten? It was when Imray SaK, weat secretly to Europe without warn- n ciTCD) audi even I came into the he j iervice of tbe protector ot the poor ' , " . !!Ar .d "imray Sahib went to Europe?" xt is so said among the servants. "And thou wilt take service with him i 1.. tnrns7" Assuredly, Sahib. He was a good master andcherishe'd hts dependents." "That is true. I am very tired, but I go buck shooting to-morrow. Give ! me the little rifle that I use for black buck it is in the case yonder." . u. The mau stooped over the case, handed barrels, stock and fore end to Strickland, who fitted them together. 1'awning dole fully then be reached down to the guir case, took a solid drawn cartridge ami slipped i; into the breech of the .360 express. "And Imrav Sahib has gone to .Europe secretlv! Th'at is very strange, Bahaaur ltlfinfisUudt?" kmMt,.. . -.El . i cl,ft .sac. fw 5 -Hi. . . z?. i j-Sa' rilSuHHE&r. a. ..MWL'iaKk. il(fcSSfc- yt iT inffii lTnTllllriifMir - ilHHBfcL-... ' -xO. 'SfiBy: ' . a? JSS, jffA AEt$L 'What do I know of the ways of the white man. Heaven born?" "Very little, truly. But thou shalt know more, "ft has reai"h"ed mo that Imray Sahib has returned Irom his so long journeyings, and that even now he lies in the next room, waiting his servant." "Sahib!" The lamplight slid along the barrels of the rifle as they leveled themselves against Bahadur Khan's broad breast "Go, then, and look!" said Strickland. "Take a lamp. Thy master is tired and he waits. Go!" The man picked up a lamp and went into the dining room, Strickland following and almost pushing him with the muzzle of the rifle. He looked for a moment at the black depths behind the ceiling cloth; at the carcass ofthe mangled snake underfoot, and last, a gray glaze settling on his face, at the thing under the table cloth. "Hast thou seen?" said Strickland, after a pause. "I have seen. I am clay in the white man s hands. What does the Presence dor Hang thee within the month! What eke?" "For killing him? Nay, Sahib, consider. "Walking among us, his servants, he cast his eyes upon my child, who was 4 years old. Him he bewitched, and in ten days he died of the levrr. Mv child!" "What said Imray Sahib?" "He said he was -a handsome child, and patted him on the head; wherefore my child died. Wherefore I killed Imray Sahib in the twilight, when he had come back from office, and was sleeping. The Heaven born kuows all thincs. lam the servant of tbe Heaven born." Strickland looked at me above the rifle and said, in the ycrnncular, "Thou art wit ness to this saying. He has killed." Bahadur Khan stood ashen gray in the light of the one lamp. The need for justifi cation came upon hira very swiftly. "I am trapped," he said, "but the offense was that mm'?. He cast an evil eye upon my child, and I killed and hid him. Only such as are served by devils," he glared at Tietjens, crouched stolidly before him, "only such could know what I did." "It was clever. But thou shouldst have lashed him to the beam with a rope. Now. thou thyself wilt hang to a rope. Orderly!" A drowsy policeman answered Strick land's call. He W3S followed by another, and Tietjens sat still. "Take him to the station," said Strick land. "There is a case toward." "Do I hang, then?" said Bahadur Khaa making no attempt to escape, and keeping his eyes on the ground. "If the snn slimes or the water runs thon wilt hansr," said Strickland. , Bahadur stepped back one pace, quiv ered and stood still. The two policemen waited further orders. "Go!" said Strickland. "Nay: but I go very swiftly," said Baha dur Khan. "Look! I am even now a dead man." He lifted his foot, and to the little toe there clung the head of the hall-killed snake, firm fixed in the agony of death. "I come of land holding stock," said Bahadur Khan, rocking where he. stood. "It were a disgrace to me to go to the pub lic scaffold, therefore I take this way. Be it remembered that the Sahib's shirts are correctly enumerated; and that there is an extra piece of soap in his wash basin. My child was bewitched, and I slew the wizard. Why should you seek to slay- me? Myfr uonor is sayeu, anu anu j. aie. q At the end of an hour he died as theV die who are bitten by the little karait' and the policemen bore him and the tiling under the tablecloth to their appointed places. They were needed to make .clear the disappear ance of Imray. j.- "This," said Strickland, very calmly, as he climbed into" bed, "is called the nine teenth ccntnry. Did you hear what that man said?" "I heard," I answered, "Imray made a mistake." "Simply and solely through not knowing the nature and the coincidence of a little seasonable fever. Behadur Khan has been with him for four years." I shuddered. My own servant had been with me for exactly that length of time. When I went over to my own room I found him waiting, impassive as the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots. "What has befallen Bahadur Khaa?" said I. "He was bitten by a snake and died; the restthe Sahib knaws," was the answer. "And how much of this matter hast, thou known?" "As much as micht be gathered from one coming in the twilight to seek satisfaction. Gently, Sahib. Let me pull off those boots." I had just settled to the sleep of exhaus tion when I heard Strickland shouting from his sidcnl the house: "Tietjens has come backto her room!' And so she had. The great deerhound was couched on her own bedstead, on her own blanket, and in the next room the idle, empty ceiling cloth Wagged light heartedly as it hailed on the tabic. THE TSS-D. AUCTENT GOLD TSXKZ&Q. Intel e-tlnjr DiscPTciien Throwing Light Upon the Antiquity of tbe Work. Fall Mall Budget The magic ty seinntion of the idea of buried treasure is as strong to-day as ever it was. The Knight expedition, which was to re cover the bidden treasures of Lima Cathe dral, has come to nothing; but the shock will have no effect on the sanguine people who expect King Solomon's mines to be re opened In tbe heart of Africa aiidilr. Eider Haggard to be translated into" sober fact. Many theories more or less fanciful have from time to time been pat forward con cerning the celebrated treasures of Monte zuma, and thf.ir alleged hiding places have been as nnmtrous as the birthplaces of the author of the Odyssey. According to the Mexican local press, a curious dincovcry lias lately jeen made in the State of Chiapas, which, while, doing something to clear up the, nystery, will also prove the immense auti quity of gold mining in Mexico. y or a long time the supcrlnte'ndent or the great Santa Fe copper mine was perfectly satisfied that the mine was absolutely virgin", siuce none of the immense masses ot copper ore cropping oiut in all directions showed the slightest trace of having been touched. True, there was one shallow hole near by, which, however, might easily have been sunk by some wandering prospector during the last few years. Lately, however, it was lound necessary to grade out a hillside, some 200 yards from the mine. The bill was densely wooded, but, after felling the timber and 'excavating two feet of black vegetable mold, traces of ancient workings were diswiverH, resulting in over 50 meters of an ancient dump being unearthed. This dump was fouud to contain blocks ofich gild-bearing copper ore' thrown away as useless. The'sbatt of an old mine was also found. Tile whole worklncs appear to be entirely separate from the Santa Fc mine, and in a lower formation. Close following on this interesting dis covery co aaeS news from the Victoria mine, half a mile southwest of the Santa Fe. Here, also, there was not the slightest trace of any limuan being having worked on theH mountain not a oump, not a loose stone. and the ground covered with immense fofest trees. A tunnel was being driven to cross cut the ore body, and had gone through over 70 feefc of ore,, when, suddenly, an ancient working was blasted into. Three small, broken grindinz-stone's, which might well have "been used tor maize, were fonnd. The exploration ot these old mines will be a most interesting work, and is expected by author ities to throw frejh lizht on the methods, is well as the sources, Of ancient gold mining. Here. That Filter ihe BlioO. This rough simile describe the Udncjs ptet ty accurately, or rather indicates their func tion, wbrch is to separate trom tbe vital fluid, winch parses through them, hurtful imparities. If their activity ceases tliey are liable to dis eases which prove fatal. Hnstetter's Stomach Bitters gives tlleir action tho requisite impulse, without irritating them. They alio benefit by Us invigorating effects upon tuts system at large.. ilaUnat-aiitl nervous complaints, rneu iuati?m and biliousness are subjugated cy the Bitters. . rui n i iiiTiaiOTrriiirinmTii iiiiiiirMiwissiWi-iWtri n- mnm iWimhii in mini mmjmpi mi ih up immrm'timffiftiif . $he OF THE OLD REGIME. Delightful Visit at the Home Colonel Preston In Virginia. of THE LAST OP A FAMOUS FAMILY. Stories of an Unhappy Woodpecker and an Unfortunate Lover. KAMES PEOHINEXT IN THE OLD SOUTH tWErtrzlT ro tub ptgPi.TCit.1 TJp in a hayloft, down in beautiful Old Virginia, drinking in the dewy morning breath of uplands, stretching onesj limbs after a night's sweet rest out upon the'clover lately.up trom the me&ddws, watching the sun rise through the chinks Of an old totter ing barn this Is ft taste at once delicious and keen this is life, sweat old nflcientlife. For the songs of birds then have a new rapture, a new meaning; even the brooks take on a sort of muffled car-railing; and the sound that now and then tells where cattle rise and shake their bells, strikes Upon thB heart as on a golden gong, and all the Old mad world seems meant for some sweet holi day. Then stretches of meadows sweet with hay, and memories of her who once raked theni, go hand and hsrrd -with our brightest ideas of a perfect summer day, and they lead us into a sort of labyrinth of living poetry, until like Mr. Stedman we oall it a dream and wander enchanted on: Somewhere on the sunny hill Or along the winding stream. Through tnn willows flits a dream, Flits, but shows a smiling face. Flees, bat with so quaint a grace, None can cbosa to stay at home. All must follow, all must roam. HAPPT IN THE SEVENTIES. And I followed on that early June morn ing until I found myself at the home of an old man of sunny seventies, of genial hearty presence, quiet countenance and snowy locks, who had reached that period oflile which means only breakfast now, and rest, dinner next and rest and reverie, supper, and to bed and dream;, all within an area 6f 100 yards, day in and day otlt, years in and our, until - But a chance came quickly over him. When I told Mm of the 1,800 miles I had Colonel Thomas L. Preston. riddetf horsehaek, ofthe beautitul country, and a nieht in a hayloft, his eyes fired, and the old love of things was ittpon him, again he could feel and live, and in that instant was a sudden resolution made. Not all would have made it at his period of life, but tibe next morning betore sunrise, we were to utart quietly away from the watchful care of ad old man'9 natural protectors, saddle horses and away for the hills! Then we had stolen away and were dash ing through the country, early, Very early, the next morning, and this is one of the stories Which enlivened the way: Hate you ever heard utt old Virginian tell a story? then listen: Jl. vikqixian's stobt. "It had been my custom," said the pleas ant old man, "up to within the last few years to rise very early and go to the garden and delve in the cool damp earth. It gave me a pleasure which I cannot now convey in words " "And, one moment Colonel. So you not attribute much ot your good health and longevity to that sort of hygiene?" "Well, I very certainly do. I have been accustomed to my bath every morning, and after that a small cup ot breakfast tea and a cracker would do me until my hoeing was over and breakfast ready, But, as I was about to say when you interrupted with your gracious inquiry, out in tbe center of the garden stood an old weather-worn locust tree, which seemed to live for one especial purpose (for I don't know that it was ofany account at all to us), and that to provide a home for one Mr. and Mrs. Woodpecker, about whom I discovered many peculiar things. There was as little sentiment be tween them as one could imagine between two people so much married as they. But you know perhaps that the most irritable condition of things exist in all the bird family while they are nesting. It was at this period of their domestic life that I fell a watcher on the scene. HIS DOMESTIC TBOUBLES. "The poor old mother bird after squatting all night on her little nest of eggs Would be relieved just about the time of myappear-3nCe-.xh,it is, Mr. Woodpecker, stern and dignified in mien, and loyal to the preju dices or his sex, would take his seat Upon the nest with the air ot one going about a very disagreeable duty. "Well, good Mistress Woodpecker was off foraging lor breakMst. The old man would quietly grow uneasy. Net a half-hour would elapse before his neck would begiri to bob in and but, and his ears turn attentively in every direction of the eompass. Then he would shirt about on the eggs nasty, disagreeable things to sit on lie would seem to s.iy and then turn and look keenly in this direction and then in General John S. Preston. that, and then beneath him to 'see 'that-all was right there. Again he would shift his position and twist his hcad'alinost off in the endeavor to hold his seat oh the eggs and catch some glimpse ofthe return of his fair one, but alasl .Mistress Woodpecker was neither to be seen nor heard. Now it got to be intolerable. Out he would hop on the limb, and with "the peculiar upward motion of the head send forth that sharp cymbal like' qulr-rk. Then listen: then qulr-r-rk again. But rib answer. Then he would go. savagely back to the nest, looking wild enough to tear things up generally. iJT IMPATIENT HUSBAND. Again he would shift his positron. Again beat long harsh brr-r-r-r-r-r! quir-rkl br-r-r-r-r-r-kl! quir-ruk!l! and then fairly scream so loud and impatient that all the country ro'nxd would echo. At last the old woman would come meekly in, and with the exchange ot barely a half dozen morequir-rks-ppcrhar-s to tell her that he would uot be tack till night the old rascal would be off.ftrtheday. Monticello was reached, or rather what is 7left of it, for it seems to bs the one 'purpose' I and as rapidly to rain as Is possible within 01 tne nresent owner 10 let it i?d as viuuu I ' v It, y vTl far J iWVjw Ri ft Mim&btj&g disaos, a short while. Then we wbttfid slowly down the mountain-side with the sounds of the just-stirring city of Charlottesville floating ttn to us from beneath, and -were at home to early breakfast after atefl-alle ride. BackfrOm thfe University of Virginia about three miles is the reservoir which feeds the city of Charlottesville.; Thjther then the next morning before isutirjsewe made our way, until sttddenl thert;,tray a Btretch of lttfce running roUud,the hills Very prettilv. It was while fidatlng about ever the lake, or reservoir, that the old gen tlemaa suddenly gaVe 'vent to a hearty laugh. A iOVEB'S wofl. "I was thinking," he said, "how much the woman wi.tb. the milk pail we met on the road this morning reiniuded me of one of our good neighbors Mistress Betsey Bounce. Mistress Betsey Bounce is the Miss Daisy Hampton. possessor of two very striking things a very considerable allowance of neck, and a very lat purse, as well as many other fat things. Well, I had a cousin once, alas! a kind-hearted fellow and an innocent, who had reached that beriod of a li'e of single blessedness when it Beems no longer to be a blessing, and had suddenly concluded to take unto himself a wife. So up here he came to look alter the girls of Albemarle, and be was to be my guest for the occasion. It was good Mistress Betsey Bounce then, who, from all description, eeemed to suit him most So down he came to breakfast one morning rieged ont in his 'biled' shirt, finest linens and boots. We sus pected him; therefore, in a lordly sort of. way, he disclosed his intention, which I now blush to mention. It was to go straight to the stronghold of Mistress Bounce, notwithstanding tbe presence of so much neck, and take her, really take her, to him. Good as bis word, like the crow flies, he posted across the fields to the yard of our neighbor. But, alasl my Cousin John Mor ris had no personal acquaintance with the dogs there, and ere he knew himself or any one could come to the rescue, they had stripped him of every earthly thing he had to his legs save one boot NEVEB SEE1T APTBKVf ABD. Into the house he was carried, and as fates would have it his would-be-father-in-law's pantaloons were just six inches too short for him. But that Was the only refuge. Into them hp got. was ushered Into the august prcstn e of Mistress Bounce.and then the curtain was urawil. "An hour a t-rwaid he ume slowly and sadly up the yard at home. '""What success, my good cousin?' I greeted him. "But there was no response. He had never seen Mistress Betsey before and for aught I know never afterward, for in 20 minutes he was off for the train." Thus the days flew in and out tooquickly. And they were made the more agreeable to the old Colonel, and his guest too, by the Colonel Prestorts Seme. presence of Miss Daisy Hampton, the charming daughter of General Wade Hamp ton. And now a word more about mine host. He is up into the upper seventies, the son of General Francis Preston, grandson of Gen eral William Campbell and Elizabeth Henry, sister ot Patrick Henry; the brother ot William C. Preston, of South Carolina, he who was one of that galnxv led by Clay, Calhoun and Webster; he is the brother of General John S. Preston; the brother-in-law of Governor James McDowell, the brother-in-law of General Wade Hampton; the brother-in-law nt Bobert C. jBreckin ridce; the brother-in-law of General Edward Carrington; aud himself Colonel Thomas L. Preston, the last of tne old stock, none the less worthy, though perhaps less celebrated, living here quietly among the shadows of the University of Virginia, dreaming, dreaming. W11.MBB Wellington. 1 HOW HATCHES ABE MADE. WoniTerlnl Mncliinury Tint Tarns Oat lUnny lit ltlani T Them teach Day. The 'Woodworker. The operation of making matches from a pine log may be divided into four heads, namely: Preparing the splints, dipping the matches, box making, and filling. When tbe timber is brought into the cutting room of the factory it is seized upon by a gang of men, who place it before a circular saw, where it is cut into blocks 15 inches long, which is the length of seven matches. It is then freed of its bark and taken to the turn, ing lathe, where, by means of a special form of fixed cutting band running its entire length, a continuous tool, the thickness of the match is cut off. As the block revolves and decreases in diameter the knife advances and a band of veneer of uniform thickness is obtained. As theVeneer rolls off the khife it is met by eight small knives, which cut it Into seven separate bands, each the size of a match. By thisone operation sevep long ribbons of wood, each the length and thickness of a match, are obtained. These are then broken into pieces "six feet long, the knotty parts re moved, and 'they 'are then Ted into n machine which looks and acts like a straw chopper, which cuts them into single matches. The machine eats 150 bands at the same time, and a mechanical device pushes tbem for ward the thickness of a match attach stroke of the. 'cutter. This little machine, with its one sharp "knife, can cut bver 10,000,000 matches a day. From theeatting 'room the splints are taTce'nto the dry robm, where 'they are placed in revolving drums, which absorb all the "moisture the splints may contain. They are then 'placed tinder an ingeniously constructed machine, and are caught up and are placed closely but at regular inter vals, in a dibping frahie. The heads ofthe splints 'are all o'n the same level, and a single attendant at each 'machine "can place over 1,000,000 splltits in thfe frame per day. Tbe dipping "vat is a s'toVe of masonry which contains three square pans. The first pan Is for healing the'feplints, so thev will absorb the mixture; the second con tains molten paraffine, in which the .points are dipped, and in thethird they are coated with igniting composition. Over 8,000,000 matches cab be dipped by a skillml work man inrone day. Alter the dipping process the matches ate dried while still in the frames, -and are 'thea'takeh to tbe packing rooms, where they are pnt into the boxes by hand. WpplrtC Hlifl'ln the Unil. "Had a splendid time. I ran across "a lake up in" "Itan-across a lake? Come, come, Blinks, don't lie so transparently." iliiir'"1"- strDA - srr sfipaMpBlft THOKNS IN THE E0SE. The Glitter of the Corfrtof St. Jamesr Has Its Harrf Penalties MINISTfiBS.CAT PLEASE BOTH, Too Democratic for England or Else Tool Snobbish for America. ME. LINCOLN'S PECULIAR QUALITIES tCOJinrspotiDENCE 0 Tnt nisri.TCB'.i London, August SO. "We nre looking to see Bobert Lincoln President of the United States next time," said a noted Englishman to me yesterday. He was speaking of the high position our present Minister has among this pcnplr.and making some criticisms upon the political conditions in our country. I was interested in his talk because it gave me another evidence of the fAct that it Is next to impossible to make the English mind understand that a President's son has no more chance in our game of life than a blacksmith's. I have often heard since I have been here that many English men of prominence are looking forward to Minister Lincoln's advancement to the place his illustrious father once occupied. As I looked at our representative 'to the Court of St. James this morning I couldn't but recall the wonderful change which has come to him within a very short time. Transferred irom hi3 law office in Chicago to the first court of the world, he met with a reception such as has rarely been accorded an American diplomat In a country like this where accident of birth is regarded as of great moment, it seemed important to its citizens that he was the son of one of tbe greatest presidents of the United State.', and they honored the son, not only lor his own worth but for his father's fame a double element of power under a monarchical con dition where tbe idea does not prevail that all men are created free and equal. THE OLOOM OP MOUENING. Englishmen know little and care less for our politics or conditions unless they can make money out of them, and their impres sion about Mr. Lincoln only found a loot hold because he was a President's son and because he had grown popular since he reached London. But the doom that the death ol his son cast over his life has stopped all social engagements, and business alone occn pies his at entlon. So his position is changed from a round of strong attractive combats with the highest intellects of En gland to thetoutine of what may readily be called a thankless place. The salary of $17,000 a year will no more than support jt, it economically conducted, aud the official duties alone are anything but engaging. Up to th'e moment of Mr. Lincoln's be reavement, bis social life here was some thing delightful, aud could it have con tinued he would have been one of the most popular representatives we have ever had here, because he is already credited with that rare gift of keeping on good terms with Americans who have business with him and at the same time filling his place in court life. So far he seems to have escaped much of that criticism which Americans are al most certain to Visit upon onr diplomatic representatives abroad whenever oppor tunity offers. EAST TO GIVE OFFENSE. The American Minister to the Court of St James has to meet and greet the great tide of travel from the United States as it lands on English shores. Tbe average citi zen of our great country is wont tolook upon its diplomatic representatives as not only protectors ot their persons and property but as purveyors to their wants and whims. Therefore it takes tt very careful and patient man to deal with the ebb and flow of Amer ican travel without becoming unpopular with it, and in some way affecting his standing with the government to which he is accredited. The siege on the Consul Gen eral's office is even greater than on the- Min ister's, and a man who can keen his popu larity with his countrymen and do his duty in that position is indeed fortunate. At best the diplomatic representatives of the United States donotoccupy very envious positions, because the country from which they come is not very highly regarded in determining the honors to be accorded to representatives of foreign Governments. Their position here must depend very much upon themselves, bus if they please the English they are very apt to displease their own people. It is next to an impossibility for a person to act much with the English people without absorbing a great many of their characteristics and habits. " NO ONEETEB HT7BBIES.. It is so easy to be what our rushing peo ple would call indolent, and so delightful to enjoy the high type of social life which is open to those holding official positions that one is very ready to forget to arise be fore 9 or 10 o'clock and reach business about 1L Ho One is in a hurry here. The busi ness ot to-day is. readily put off until to morrow to make way tor some social enjoy, ment that comes on in the evening. No for eign ambassador faces the exactions than an American official does. He is expected to be democratic with his countrymen and to meet the conditions ot English life fully half way. It is exceedingly difficult lor a man to do both, without tailing between the two. Thcelore, there has always been more or less of a growl by American travel ers about the airs ot the American diplomat, Uttered without stopping to think of the changed conditions under which they 'are living here and the more than double de mands th.it are made upon them. The other evening at a private dinner party I engaged in conversation with an elderly gentleman, who appears to have known every foreign diplomat to this court for the past 30 years. I asked him about the different American Ministers, and Judge of my surprise when lie said: THE ENGLISH IDEA. "Keverdy Johnson, so far as meeting the English idea of a diplomat, was bV common, consent in. this country the leader. He was a very able and astute man. As a diner out and an enjoyer of all the social graces, no man from the United States ever ap proached him. For an after-dinner conver sation among strong men where the real diplomacy or nations is done, Mr. Johnson surpassed any man your Government ever sent to this country. I do not know how he met the detail requirement of his position, but be 'was an ideal Minister from our stand point. His name is more frequently men tioned to-day in important circles than any one ofthe old American representatives." "Was he more popular that General Schenck?'' I asked. 'Mr. Scbeoct was an entirely different character. His habits of mind and desire turned him in a differentirection. With a certain class he was quite popular, but he occupied no sach position as Beverdy Johnson. He was recocnized as a very able man. but was not regarded as exaclly the kind of person to be popular in a country where so much depends upon the high class social inclinations of an official. We all recognized him as a typical American, rude, but lull of intellectual resources. Without knowing anything about it I can ima'gine that he wofcld be a very popular man with his own countrymen." HOW LOWELL PAGED. "James Kussell -Lowell, I should have thought would have been very strong here," I suggested. "In many Tespects, yes. He was recog nized as n man of very superior Intellectual attainments, and he had -some social gi ts of a high order. But he would hardly "be re carded as a tar-seelng diplomat. He was entirely too sentimental. Poets always are. Yet -Mr. -Lowell was a Credit to the United States, although I believe that'nruny ot his people, were Hot plexsed with his Official conduct I can quiteinderstand how that conld be true vim a man of Lowell's intel lectual and quiet tendencies '-TI10 average American seems to look upou his Minister as a "sort ol high 'Chm messenger boy to cater to whatever de-ires .it -liso. he may have or to attend to whatever busi ness he may nave to transact. "' un just to the diplomat in a double sense. In the Old World we have a very different idea or his duties. People look to him for broader things than looking after letails or spending bis timu about commonplace mat tew. A Minister who does that to tbe neg lect or the higher duties ot his office soon loses caste with the government to which be is accredltedrand is apt not to help his repu tation at home. PHELPS AS A DIPLOMAT. "TbelMinister sent to this country by Mr. Cleveland is a strong man, but I have heard a good deal of complaint abont him from America, but the truth is that I have heard more or less of this about all of tbem. Even Mr. Pierrepout, who was the very soul of attention to the duties of his office, was not free from fault fiudinc Mr. Phelps was a high-class man, but could hardly be called a "diplomat In fact, it strikes me that yon do not train men in your country for this position. Here we give tbem years of education with that end in view. How is it possible for a man who has spent his life in a limited circle in the practice of the law, or in merchandise to suddenly change his entire condition and go out into a new field, which the world has acknowledged, is beset with more snares than any other? "I suppose that it is just barely possible that a long series of such experiments will occasionally thrpw a man to the surface who would naturally take to the intricacies of statecraft and draw himself up to his posi tion. We would regard such experiments as exceedingly dangerous, and would never think of sending a man out to a foreign post without a long' training. That is why tbe British diplomatic service is tbe best in the world." PACTS IN THE CASE. These opinions about American ministers are certainly interesting. Yet, my English critic, I think, overstates the caprices of countrymen. It is true that very many Americabs who come here expect attentions from our diplomatic officers that they should never dream of. because, as he truly said, they have higher duties to perform than looking after travelers from their native land. But a very large percentage of Americans never go near our legation, and as a general rule it is those who have little right to consideration who are most exact ing and make the loudest growl about our representasives' conduct It is true that this condition of affairs weakens somewhat the position of our diplomat with the people among whom they are living in an official capacity. It would be well for all Americans traveling in a foreign country, to remember that it is a good thing to have some respect for its cus toms and traditions. Don't abuse your Minister or consul because he blacks bis boots and wears a dress suit occasionally. It is the mode ofthe society in which he is required to associate. Take your meals as they come to you through the life long hab'its of the people among whom you are traveling. Ebank A. Bubb. INCIDENTS OFTHE WAR. Fragment of Talanblo Information ibe Historians Hare Neglected. IWBITTEK OB THE DISPATCH. 1 It is said that the defense of the river crossing in front of Jfredericksburg, Va., during the War of the Bebellion, was a not able and wonderful leat of arms, challeng ing anything that happened durinS.the war. General Franklin, in plain view of the enemy, advanced in two lines against Jack son's front, marching in magnificent order, though his men were apparently doomed to destruction. No percepitble check could be observed in the advance, and the first line in good order entered the woods. Scarce bad it entered than a crash of musketry and the thunder of artillery told of a desperate con flict, bnt it was of short duration. Soon masses of brave Union men were seen emerg ing from the woods in retreat, In good order and very deliberately. AFTEit the retreat from Fredericksburg Gen eral Uurnsides sent a flag of truce to General Lee, asking permission to send a detachment to bnry our dead. Tba flag wa carried by a Lieutenant Colonel and two soldiers, who wait ed In a boat for General Lee's answer. Of course the request was granted. The message was delivered to the Lieutenant Colonel by a staff officer of General Lee. who asked where Hurnsides was. He answered: "Just up tbe bill across the rivorunder an old persimmon tree awaiting the dispatch." 'Tell him my name." said the Captain, 'fcive my regards to the General and say to him that I thought be was too familiar with the sur roundings of Fredericksburg to butt his brains ont deliberately against our stone walls." General Burnsides replied: "Tell my old army friends on the other side that I am not responsible for the attack on Fredericksbnre in the manner in which it was'made; that I mvself am under orders and am not more than a figure-bead here." or wordj to that effect .. The night of the day of the battle of FreQ erlcksburg was a bitter cold one, the thermom eter must have fallen to zero and the bodies of tbe slain froze fast to the ground. .. On the 8th of November. 1862, General McClellan was removed from the command of tho Army of tbe Potomac. General Couch writes thus briefly abont the charges: "Just at dark I had dismounted, and, standing In the snow, was Superintending the camp arrange ments of my troops, when McClellan came up with his staff, accompanied by General Born side. McClellan drew in his horse and the first thing be said was: Couch, lam relieved from the command of the army, and Bnrnslde is my successor.' "I stepped up to him, took hold of bis hand, and said: 'General McClellan, I am sorry for it.' Then, going around tbe bead, of bi3 horse to Bnrnslde. I said: 'General Burnaide, I con gratulate von.' BorniJe heard what I said to General McClellan; he turned away his head and made a broad gesture as be exclaimed: 'Couch, don't say a word about it' " On November 10, General McClellan took leave of the army. General Fitz John Porter sent notes to the corps commanders, informing tbem that McClellan was going away, and sug gested that tbey ride about with bim. Bach a scene as that leave-taking had never been known in onr army. Men shed tears and there was great excifment among the troops, for tbe retinue commander was prreatly admired. His troops and a majority ot his generals wonld have followed him anywhere. - President Lincoln's famous letter to Gen eral McClellan, dated October 13, 1862, reads as follows: "My Dear Sir You remember my sneaking to you of what I called yonr over. cautiousness. Are you not over-cautious when you assumetha t vou cannot do what tbe enemy is constantly doiny? Should you not claim to be at least his equal in prowess, and act Upon tho clalmr Chance posi tions with the 'enemy, and think you not be would break your communication with Richmond within the next 21 hours. You dread bis going into Pennsylvania; bnt if he does so m full force, he gives np his communi cation to you absolutely, and yon have nothing to do but to follow and ruin him. Exclusive of tho water line, you are now nearer Richmond than the enemy is, by tbe ronte that yon can and be must take. It is all easy if our troops march as well as the enemy, and It is unmanly to say they cannot 'do it This letter is in no sense an order." Genekal Hooeeb was placed In command of the Army of tbe Potomac January 23, 1SC3. He had fine qualities as an officer, but 'not the weight of character to take charge of that army. Nevertheless, under his administration the army assumed wonderful vigor. President Lincoln, with nin wife, spent a few days with Hooker. Goneral Hooker gave a dinner party, at which all tho corps commanders were pres and also Mrs. Lincoln. The President would 'talk to tho ofHcers'on the subject that was up permost in his mind bow to get tbe better of tbe enemy, and his last lnjnction was: "Gentlemen, in your next battle, put in all yonr men." Had this simple Injunction been obeyed at the battle of Chancellorsville that battle would lhave boen one to our crediylnstead of a very disastrous ueioau union soiiDiSB. 7t spoiled fill Splttcr. Detroit Free frejs.l George Schmidt, a Urooklyn man, was mad at a Newark man, and so be wrote him: "When from your body yonr breath goes, on your grave. will I spit." He Tras aTrested under the postal laws and .lined '5250, nd his mouth has 'been so dry ever since that he couldn't even spit oyer his shoulder. ElES' popular galleiy, 10 and 12 Sixth street Cabinet photos 1 per dozen. Prompt Delivery. -. ttsu J-.-ltSI ii"yll&fc, - &&MMffltmaBBk j-fflnmfcfr-t-'i irmr--i - i-itiivfeaiiri itflffMJff-1 xHii"-l Y0LUNTARI SLAYER! Gloomy Picture Drawn by a Factory Girl of Staten Island. OVERWORKED IN BAD QUARTERS. No Benson Why Such Girls Should Not Enter Domestic Service. IT PAIS BETTER AND IS HEALTHIEB iWBirrxx ron tnr dispatch. 3 An American working girl presents a pathetic and pitiable account of the wrongs done to the 200 or 300 women employed in a dyeing establishment on Staten Island. They are slaves in every respect, as she makes out, save that they are not whipped. "Think of it," she urges, "we come to work in the morning drenching wet, per haps. That's all right We can stand in our wet shoes and skirts until they are dry. There's not a spot two feet square where we could change our apparel, if we were able to. We may get cold, we may become crip pled with rheumatism. "We dare not be late five minutes in tbe morning nor rest five minutes during tbe day. Ten hours, 12 hours, 14 hours a day, we women, and even little girls,stand on onr lectin a nasty.steam ing room, crowded together like cattle in a cattle car, banging and jamming at heavy wet 'clothes with irons that weigh 14 and 16 pounds each, tugging them back and forth to tbe hot stove at tbe end of the long room, with never a moment of r?st between. Not a girl in tbe place is well unless she has been there less than a month. The infirmary and the graveyard furnish tbe conclusion." MOKE OS1 THE STOBT. These hardships are further aggravated, as the story goes, by the fact that tbe fac tory is located in a marshy and miasmal region, where air and water are about equally poisonous. The girls iron in the busy season from 7 A. M. until 10 p. si., with only intervals for meals. The rooms are overheated with the necessary stoves, no seats are provided ofany sort, and tbe girls stand day in and day out ironing until the rough floor is worn into pathetic hollows by the tired and swollen feet For this inces sant iind health-wrecking toil these girls re ceive 60 cents and tbe more expert ones 83 cents a day on which to board and clothe themselves. This pictnre, if not overdrawn, shows hardships that even slavery did not impose. When slaves were property and their work was valuable they were not subjected to such toil as would break down their health and make tbem a charge upon their mas ters, rather than a source of income. The majority of Southern masters treated their slaves well, not in some cases perhaps so much from kindness as fropi the knowledge that overwork and poor living would unfit them for doing their best work, and thus destroy their value as paying property. HABD TO BELIEVE. A valuable horse is well treated, and is not overdriven or overrun. A good cow is well housed, well fed and gently treated. But these poor working girls are enduring such hardships 'as would disgrace ulave drivers or savages. Hearts must ache at the story of their wrongs. That such harsh taskmasters could be lound among Ameri can men is something almost impossible to believe. That such dire oppression should be endured by American girls in this conn try seems incredible. Iu thus toiling be yond their strength amid such unhealthful surronodings it is not surprising that physi cal exhaustion follows, and that, as the re port states, every old hand is afflicted with some trouble, and that every new one is bouud to break down sooner or later under such conditions. But with all the shocking and sickening details in view, sympathy and indignation can hardly fail to be tempered somewhat by the evident fact that these poor mistaken girls accept these positions voluntarily.when good homes, good food, good wages, shorter hours are ever at their command in private families. P1ENTT OP HOMES. Is it not true that they are sacrificing their comfort, their health, their lives to their pride? There are thousands ot good homes all over the country in which women are being broken down by overwork through .lack ol the help that these girls and others might give with mutual advantage to both. In domestic service no girl Is overworked, or overdriven, or subjected to Such odious oppression as are these whose woes have found publication in Sew York. And such is the demand lor competent domestic help that they could have their choice ot situa tions. It may be there are some woman tyrants in tbe households, but with scores of places open, these could easily be left to wrestle with their own pots and pans and difficulties until they were taught better manners. A charitable organization was called upon to endeavor to secure better treatment, more consideration, shorter hours and more com lortable environments for these poor girls, but without appreciable success. To these who know that it is in the power of every capable girl to repeal her own wrongs, to secure better wages and more comfortable quarters, these charitable people would have been more successlul in efforts at lessening their hardships if they could have per suaded tbem to POCKET THEIE PRIDE and accept positions where they could sit down when" they felt like it; where they were not watched by s hyena o( a lorewoman; where they were not fined Jor being fivenitnutcslate.or "docked" if their work was uot up to par by a merci less, domineering manager: where their health would not be mined by a strain oili hours daily in. standing and using heavy hot irons, and where tbey would not be poisoned by marsh miasma and deficient ventilation and offensive odors. Domestic work has its trials and hard ships, as all know, but we have vet to learn J ui any sucu aiscomiuri, onerous enactment, or cruel oppression iu such service as that of which these poor girls pathetically com plain. They do not even have their even ings, since they work in the busy season, as they ayer, until 10:30 p. m. Workshops, glass houses, ciirar factories, drygoods stores and every business in which their labor can be utilized are thronsed by girls and women who must work to support them selves. In perhaps many they are subjected not only to most arduous toil, but to arbi trary taskmasters and insolent injustice. Their wages nre low, their hours long, their complaints many, but since they volunta rily prefer such places to positions in fami lies, things can hardly be so odions or intol erable as they are represented. X.OUISE alcott's example. Men teach and preach that "housekeep ing is a woman's first natural duty," bnj these girls would rather suffer anything, i -seeds, in a factory than do housework for wages. They have a perfect Tight to such choice, and they call this independence, but it seems like foolish pride after all. They have an idea that they will lose caste if they work in a f imily rather than in a factory. 'Bnt did Louise Alcott, who made herself famous, whose friends were Emerson and Sanborn and Theodore Parker, and whose relatives were the Quincysand the Bewails and others of aristocratic fame in Uoston, lose caste when she -went out to service as "second eirl," including the washing, for $2 a week? She was bound to help her family and support herseli independently, whether by going-out to 'service or writing stories. Shcs-tysshe liked plain sewing best, for while at it she could plan her stories, which she wrote out on Sunday, her only leisure time. One of the great objections made by girls to working in families is that they cannot have their evenings "to themselves. This might very easily be arranged, if they would be as prompt in returning in tbe morning as tbey are in responding to the factory bell which warns them that if five minutes late they will be fined. ""way dows is dixie. In the South the servants all go home when the evening work is done, and return bright and early in the morning." In their little cabin homes, where there may be only one room for the whole family, they enjoy themselves as tbey did in the old plantation days. This is their taste of freedom and only extra pay will induce them to forego it But "Backward, turn backward, oh Time, in thy flight" is a vain prayer It.is no ua talking of the old days, when" the home was the only sphere of women, and when they were perforce contented to- do domestic work. The tendency of working women is away from domestic occupations. They are as deeply in earnest and as absolutely bent upon equal rights, independence and get ting money as men were when they clamored to vigorously and succcsslully for the estab lishment of Jeffersonian democracy. But they may find perhaps, as men have done, that being free and equal does not abolish poverty or make thecares of life less bur densome. But nothing is mare evident at present than that working women propose to steer clear of the kitchen and housework generally. In no field of labor to-day is there more demand, and less supply. A husband with board and clothes tempts many to engage in it, who would scorn to work out in domestic service. A capable Lwoman, however, can make more money at sucn wore tnan in almost any otner traue. OXE that's independent. We have snob an one in mind who has enough money saved from her years in serv ice lo give her a comfortable living. She "lives out" now six or eight months in the year with high wages, and when she gets tired, or wants a holiday, she lives on t,he interest of her money, and, as she says, is "beholden to nobody." The problem ia pressing and must ba solved before long. Honsekeepers now are almost at their wiU' end. Co-operation hts been proposed and is being tried; bringing over Germans and Swedes is ureed, but the law against alien labor would probably prove a snag; establishing a bureau to se cure colored servants from the South has been talked of and seems feasible, if tbey could be trained. But the housekeeping trouble is about as bad in the South as it is in the North. Skilled service is what is wanted the world over, and such is as lack ing among the inhabitants ot the cabins away down South in Dixie as in the bogs of Ireland, while the lull wages of competent hands are demanded by those who cannot make a decent cup of coffee, set a table, wash the dishes without chipping them or perform any other service capably. the objections urged. Not long ago I saw in a paper a report of an interview with a factory girl on the sub ject oi domestic service. Her first objection was that girls did not like to be "bossed" by a woman. They pre'erred, it would seem, to be subjected to the arbitrary rule and sometimes insolent arrozance of a fore man or manager, and "docked" or fined for the smallest infraction of rules. The next objectiou was tbey were not allowed to eat with the family. But why they should deem this an indignity or a hardship is not plain, 'siuce they do not expect to dine or tea with tbe proprietor of the factory, or mill, or store in which tbey may be em ployed. Do tbey not rather in such places sit down in a dirty room and eat their luncheons out of a bucket, or a dinner bas ket, or a brown paper? Another complaint was they were not allowed to entertain their company in the sitting room or the dining room ot the family. Do they exact such privilege from the bosses of the factories, the mills, the glass houses, where they work? However, there appears at present to be no way of solving this perplexing problem of housekeeping If the working girls won't they won't, and there's tbe end on't. But it's a very long lane that has no turn ing, and a way out of this slough of despond will doubtless be found in course of time. In the meantime it would be well for both mistress and maid to ponder over the lines of Pope: Whit the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Bessie Bbaiiblz. C0C0ANDT 2UTTEB. It WIU Not Do to Mix it With the Cott'h Product, but It I Geod. Newcastle (End Chronicle.! A good deal has lately been beard of a new manufactured product of the cocoannt, which is known as cocoanut butter, and by some has been assumed to be a substitute tor butter, or aa adulterant of the dairy produce. It is not a butter in any tense of the term, and its peculiar flavor and color precludes it being used as an adulterant. It really is nothing more or less than a vegetable lard, but having been recently largely employed by pastry cooks, has come to be spofcea of as butter. It was first pro duced by some chemists at Mannheim in Germany, where, alter incurring tbe charges on tbe importation of the bulky raw mate rial from the East, it can be made at half the cost of butter. Its more economic manufacture, however, has been undertaken in India, where the cocoanut is produced iu such lavish abund ance, and there a large demand has sud denly sprang up for the product Beinc a purely vegetable fat it can be used by the most scrupulons Hindoo or prejudiced ila homedan, the former of whom will not eat any animal fat, while the latter avoids the use of hog's lard. latterly, several consign ments of cocoanut butter have reached this country, and it is gradually becoming an article of commerce among us. It is well, therefore, that those who may purchase it should know that it is but one more of the already numerous products of that highly ornamental ana" useful tree, the cocoanut palm, which is such a blessing to the native races of tropical climes that it has been rmsd the gilt of the gods. SLAG AS A 7EBT1X1ZEB. A Br-Frodnct Tbnt Hard to be a Nnlsanee Dai Become Talnnblr. Basic slag, or the re'nse of blast furnaces, only some two or three years since was an article which was a source of the greatest annoyance to the makers of pig iron, says Xuhlow's Review, for aa nobody would ac cept it as a gift it occupied most valuable land, and at the same time was a most un sightly heap: Since then it has become an article of value and of considerable .com mercial importance. It has been used for the making and repairing of roads, used as a building material instead of bricks and stone, made into capital cement, and in its molten state converted into bottles the same as ordinary glass. It has aiso been utilized ior boilers .and similar purposes, by -first be ing, by means of spray, blown so as to be quite like flake cotton indeed it isJknowa as silicate of cotton. More recently still, owing to the ammonia and phosphorus contained in the slag, it has been fonnd to be a most valuable fertilizer, and extensively used by agriculturists near to where it is produced. So great, indeed, 'has the demand for it been in the latter form that Messrs. H. and E. Albert are put ting down a new mill at South Bank. Mid dlesbrough, lor the purpose of grinding it into manure, althonch the firm are producing it at tbe rate of 1,300 tons per weeK. What is there 'that cannot be utilized nowadays for some beneficial purpose or other? 1TOT "6XPUCIT EHOTJGH. AManWho Conldn'i Undemtand a SIxa Get lUad About It Detroit Free Press. ilt was a sign reading, "Paint" No one conld mistake it for "express" or "to rent." It was tacked on ihe door.andone could read the words across the street And yet a man walked up, read tbe sign, opened the door, and then blnrted ont: "Hang itl Look at that daub of paint on my sleevel" "Bnt didn't yon see the sign?" asked ihe proprietor. "Oi course I did." Then vou shonld have been careful." "Careiull. Carefull How did I know whether it meant you had paint to sell, or bad painted your door! Blast-yen, sir, it might mean paint on your roof, for'all I fencwl"
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