W V' 18 gestion that such thoughts could have been near her was enough to pain hini. She was Eilent, and 'again her head lav upon his shoulder. She found there still the rest and the peace. Knowing her own life, the ini weniity of his faith and trust in that other woman were made clear bv the simple, heartfelt words. If &he had been indeed Beatrice, would he have loved her so? If it had all been true, the parting, the seven years' separation, the utter loneliness, the hopelessness, the despair, could she have been as true as he? In the stillness that followed me asked herself the question which was so near a greater and a deadlier one. But the answer cauic quickly. That, at least, she could have done. She could have been true to him even to death. It must be to easy to be faithful when life was but one faith. In that chord, at least, no note rang false. "Change in love indifference to yon!" Bhe criedT all at once, hidine her lovely face n his breast and twining her arms about his ei "2s o. no: J. never meant that such taihsrs could be thev are but emptv words, "words one hears spoken lightly by lips that never spoke the truth, by men and women who neer had such, truth to spcan as you andL" "And as for old age," he said, dwelling upon her speech, "what is that to us? Let it come, since come it must. It is good to be young, and fair, and strong, but w ould not yon or 1 gh e up all that for love's sake, each" of us of our own free will, rather than lose the other's love?" "Indeed, indeed I would!" Tjnorna an swered. "Then what of age? "What is it after all? A few gray hairs, a wrinkle here and there, a slower step, perhaps a dimmer glance. Tliat is all it is the quiet, sunny channel between the sea of earthly joy and the ocean of hea enly happiness. The breeze of lo e still fills th'e sails, wafting us softly onward through the narrows, ne er failing, though it be softer and softer, till we glide out, scarce knowing it, upon the broader water and are borne swiftly away from the lost Lmdby the first breath of heaven." His words brought peace and the mirage of a far-off ret, that soothed again the little half-born doubt. "Yes," she said. 'It is better to think of it so. Then w e need think of no other change." "There is no other possible," he answered gently pressing the shoulder upon which his lifnd was resting. "We have not waited aud believed, and trusted and loved, for seven j ears, to wake at last face to face as vre are to-daj ana to find that wc have trusted vainly and loved two shadows, I yours aud you mine; to find at the great nioment of all that we are not ourselves, the helves we knew, but others of like passions, but of less endurance. Have we, beloved? Aud if we could love, and trust, and believe witout each other, each alont is it not all the more sure that we shall be unchanging together? It must be so. The whole is greater than its parts; two loves together are greater and stronger than each could be of jtf-elf. The strength of two strands close twined together is more lhan twice the strength of each." She said nothing. By merest chance he had said w ords that had waked the doubt again, so that it grew a little and took a firmer hold in her unwilling heart. "To love a shadow," he had said, "to wake and find telfnot self at alL" That was what might come, would come, sooner or later, said the doubt. "What matter where or when, or how? The question came again, laguely, viiiintlv, as a mere memory, but confidently. ins though knowing its own answer. Had she hiot rested in his arms, and felt his kisses jand heard his voice? "What matter how, in deed? It matters greatly, it said, for love ,lies not alone in voice, and kiss aud gentle ;touch, but in things more enduring, w hich to endure must be sound and whole and not cankered to the core by a living lie. Theu came the old reckless reasoning again: Am I not I? Is he not he? Do I not love him i.with my whole strength? Docs he not love this very self of mine, here as it is, my head upon his shoulder, my hand within his hand? And if he onee loved anothcr,'liaveInother lace, to have and hold, that I may be lo ed in her stead? Go, said the doubt, growing black and strong; go. for you are nothing to llni but a figure in his dream, disguised in the lines of one he really loved aud loves go, quickly, before it is too late; before the rxeal Beatrice comes and wakes him and drives you out of the kingdom you usurp. But she knew it was only a doubt.and had it been the truth, and liad Beatrice's foot been on the threshold, she would not have been driven away by fear. But the fight had begun. "Speak to me, dear," she said. "I must .hear your voice it makes me know that jt is all real." "How the minutes fly!" he exclaimed, smoothing her hair with his hand. "It seems to me that I was but just speaking when you spoke." "It seems so Ions " She checked her self, wondering whether an hour had passed or but a second. Though love be swifter than the fleeting hours, doubt can outrun a life time in one beating of the heart. "Then how divinely long it all may seem," he answered. "But can we not be gin to think, and to make plans for to morrow, and the nest day, and for the years before us? That will make more time for us, for w ith the present w e shall have the future, too No that is foolish again. And yet it is so hard to say which I would ha e. Shall the moment linger because it is so sweet? Or shall it be gone quickly, because the next is to be sweeter still? Love, where is your father?" Unorna htarted. The question was sag-, gested, perhaps, by his inclination to speak of what was to be done, but it fell suddenly upon her cars, as a ieal of thunder when the sky has no clouds. Must she lie now, or break the spell? One w ord, at least, she could vet speak,with truth. "Dead." "Dead!" the "Wanderer repeated, thought fully and with faint surprise. "Is it long ago," beloved?" he asked, presently, in a eubdi.ed tone, as though fearing to wake Borne painful memory. "Yes," she answered. The great doubt was talcing her heart in its strong hands Uiow, and tearing it and twisting it. "And whose house is this in which I have -found you, darling? "Was it his? "It is mine," Unorna said. How long w ould he ask questions to which Eae could nnd true answers? "What question would come next? There were many he might ask, and few to which she coul'd re ply so truthfully, even in that narrow sense of truth which lound its only meaning in a .whim of chance. But for a moment he tisked nothing more. "Not mine," she said. "It is yours. You can taks me and yet call anything mine." "Ours, then, "beloved. '"What does it matter? So he died long ago poor man! And yet, it seems but a little while since someone told me but that was a mistake, of course. He did not know. How many years may it be, dear one? I see you still weir mourning for him." "No that was but a fancy to-day. He died he died more than two years ago." She bent her head. It was but a poor at tempt ai inun. a miscraoie, lying truth, to deceive herself with, but it "seemed better than to lie the whole truth outright, and say that her father Beatrice's father had been dead but just a week. The blood burned in her lace. Brave natures, good and bad alike, hate falsehood, not for its wickedness, perhaps, but for its cowardice. She could do things as bad, far worse. She could lay her hand upon the forehead of a sleeping man, and inspire in him a deep, unchangeable belief in something utterly untrue; but now, as it was, she was Kfeharned and hid her face. "It is strange," he said, "how little men kuow of eachother's lives or deaths. They told me he was alive last year. But it has" hurt you to speak of it. Forgive me, dear, it was thoughtless of me." "He tried to lift her head, but she held it obstinately down. "Have I pained you, Beatrice?" he asked, forgetting to call her by the other name that was so new to him. "So oh, no!" she exclaimed, without looking up. ""What is it then?" ".Nothing it is nothing no, I will not look at you I am ashamed." That, at least, was true. "Ashamed, dear heart! Of what?" He had S6en her face in spite of herself. Lie, or lose all, said a voice within. "Ashamed of being glad that that I am free," she stammered, struggling on the verv verge of the precipice. "You may be glad of that, and yet be very sorry he is dead," the "Wanderer said, stroking her hair. It was true and seemed very simple. She wondered that she had not thought of that Yet she felt that the man she loved, in all his nobility and honesty, was playing the tempter to her, though he could not know it. Deeper and deeper she sank, yet ever more conscious that she was sinking. Be fore him she felt no longer as loving woman to loving man she was beginning to feel as a guilty prisoner before his judge. He thought to turn the subject to a lighter strain. By chance he glanced at his own hand. "Do you know this ring?" he asked, holding'it before her, with a smile. "Indeed I know it," she answered, tremb ling again. "You gave it to me, love, do you remem ber? And I gave you a likeness of myself, because you asked for it, though I w ould rather have given you something better. Have vou it still?" She was silent Something was rising in her throat. Then she chokea it down. "I had it in my hand last night," she said in a breaking voice. True, once more. "What is it, darling? Are you crying? This is no day for tears." "I little thought I should have yourself to-day," she tried to say. Then the tears came; tears of shame, big, hot, slow. They fell upon his hand. She was weeping for joy, lie thought, What else could any man think in such a case? He drew her to him, and pressed her cheek w ith his hand as her head nestled on his shoulder. "When you put this ring on my finger, dear so long ago " She sobbed aloud. "No, darling no, dear heart," he said comforting her, "you must not cry that long ago is over now and gone forever. Do vou remember that day, sweetheart, in the broad, spring sun upon the terrace among the lemon trees? No, dear your tears hurt me always, even when they are shed for happiness no, dear, no. Best there let me dry your dear eyes so and so. Again? Forever, if you will. ( While you have tears, I have kisses to dry them it was so then, on that very day. I can re member. I can see it all and you. You have not changed, love, in all those years, more than a blossom changes in one hour of a summer's day! You took this ring and put it on my finger. Do you remember what I said? I know the very words. I promised you it needed no promise cither that it should never leave its place until you took it back and you how well I remember your lace you said that you would take it ironi my hand some day, when all was well; when you should be free to give me another in its" stead, aud to take one in return. I have kept my word, beloved. Keep yours I havo brought you back tho ring. Take it, sw eethenrt. It is heavy with tho burden of lonely vears. Take it .and give me that other which I claim.'V She did not speak, for she was lighting down the choking sobs, struggling to keep back the burning drops that scalded her cheeks, striving to gather strengh for the n eight of a greater shame. Lie, or lose all, the voice said. ery slow ly she raised her head. She knew that his hand was close to hers, held there that "she might fulfill Beatrice's promise. Was she not free? Could sho not give him what he asked? Xo matter how she tiled to say it to herself aud could not. Sho felt his breath upon her hair. He was w aiting. If she did not act soon or speak ho would wonder what held her back wonder suspicion next and then? She put out her hand to touch his lingers, half blinded, groping as though she could not see. Ho liiadn it easv for her. He fancied sho was trembling, as sho was weeping, with the joy of it all. She feltthe ring, though'she darednot look at it. She drew it a little, and felt that it w ould come off easily. She felt the lingers sho loved so well, straight, strong and nervous, and she touched them lovingly. Tho ring was not tight, it would pass easily over the toint that alone kept it in its place. "Take it, beloved," he said "it has waited long enough." . Ho was beginning to wonder at her hesita tion, as sho know he would. After wonder would come suspicion and then? Very slowly it was just upon the joint of his lin ger now. Should sho do it? What would happen? How ould havo broken his vow un w lttingly. How quickly and gladly Beatnco w ould have taken it. What w ould she say, if they lived and met why should they not meet? Would the spell enduro that shock w ho would Beatrice be then? The woman who had gien him thfsring? Or another, whom he would no longer know. But she must bo quick. Ho was w aiting, and Beatrice would not have made him wait. Her hand was like stone, numb, motion less, immovable, as though some unseen being had taken it in an iron grasp and held it there, in mid-air, just touching nis. Tes no yes sho could not move a hand was clasped upon her wrist, a hand smaller than his, but strong as fate, fixed in its grip as an iron ice. Unorna felt a cold breath, that was not his, upon her forehead, and she felt as though her heavy hair were raising of itself upon her head. Sho knew that horror, for sho naa oeen overtaiccn Dy it once Dciore. sne was not afraid, but she knew what it was. There was a shadow, too, and a dark woman, tall, queenly, w ith deep flashmg eyes, stand ing beside her. She knew, before she looked; she looked, aud it was there. Her own faco was whiter than that other woman's. "Have you come already?" sho asked of the shadow, in a low despairing tone. "Beatrice w hat has happened?" cried the Wanderer. To him, she seemed to be speak ing to the empty air and her whito face stai tied him. "Yes," she said, staring still, in the same hopeless oice. "It Is Beatrice. She has come for you." "Beatrice beloved do not speak liko that? For God's sake what do you see? There is nothing there." "Beatrice is there. I am Unorna." v "Unorna, Beatrice have we not said it should be all the same! Sw eethoart look at me: Best here shut those dear eyes of yours. It is gone now whatever it was you are tired deal you must rest." Her eyes closed and her head sank. It was gone, as ho said, and she knew what it had been a mere vision called up by her own over-tortured brain. Keyork Arabian had a name for it. "Frightened by your own nerves," laughed tho voice, "when if you had not been a cow ard, you might havo faced it down and lied again, and all would have been well. But you shall have another chance, and lying is very easy, even when the nerves are over w rought. You will do better the next time." The voice was like Keyork Arabian's. Unstrung, almost forgetting all, sho won dered vaguely at tho sound, for it was a real sound and a real oico to her. Was her soul his, indeed and was he drawing it on slowly, surely to the end? Had ho been behind her last night? Had he left an bour's liberty only to come back and take at last what was his? "There is time yet, you have not lost him, for ho thinks you mad." The voice spoke once more. And at the same moment tho strong dear arms were again around her, again her head was on that restful shoulder of his, again her palo face was turned up to his, and kisses wore raining on her tired eyes, while broken words of love and tenderness made music through the tempest. Again ino vast temptation rose, now could he ever know? Wlrowas to undeceive nun ,f li vtiB Tint. trtT. nnnpn1i'IflT Wlin him, if he was not yet undeceived? Who should ever make him understand the truth, so long as the spell lasted? )Vhy not then take what was given her, and when the end came, if it came, then tell all boldly? Even then he would not understand. Had he understood last night, when she had con fessed all that sho had done before? He had not believed ono word of it, except that she loved him. Could sho make him believe it now, when he was clasping her so fiercely to his breast, half mad with love for her him- scu. So easy, too. Sho had to but forget that passing vision, to put her arms about his neck, to give kiss lor kiss, and loving word for loving word. ICot even that. She had but to lie there, passive, silent If sho could not speak, and it would be still the same. Xo power on earth could undue what she had done, unless she w illed it. Neither man nor n oman could make his clasping hands let go of her and give her up. "Be still and wait," whispered tho voice, "you have lost nothing yet." But Unorna w ould not. She had spoken and acted Tier last Ho. It was over. 2b be Continued next Sunday. Catarrh! Catarrh!! For catarrh in all stages and forms, colds, "j coughs, sore throat, la grippe and its eilects, Pe-ru-na is positively the best remedy known. For sale at all drug stores. A val uable book on the above diseases, and the cause aud cure of consumption, sent free to any address by the Peruna Medicine Com pany of Columbus, Ohio. WilIj call on you with samples of fur niture coveriug and furnish estimates on work. Hauoh & Keejtax, 33 Water st. flu TEDS STE PEATS BAffiER. All Alone in a Financial Emporium in a Boomless Town. PEN PICTUEE OP A LEAD CITY.' Free Shave in a Woodshed "With a legis lator ai Executioner. THE BLONDE BEAUTY HAS GONE EAST tCOnEESFOXDEUO OF THE DISPATCH. South Hutchinson, Kan., May 12. SHIS piece is written the President's room of the Bank of South Hutchinson. The President is not here, howe.ver. Neither is the cashier,'' nor the teller, nor the li first or second book- J eign or domestic cor respondent or drafts- man, whose duty it is to make drafts, and cut holes in them so -that you cannot raise the draft to the third power. You will wonder why I am here all alone in a bank,and in a State where I am so well known, and you will naturally say that it is an odd situation, and you will wonder how soon I am going to stop writing and knock off the door of the vault; but I shall not toy with the vault. It is open. There is no one to defend it. I can take my time. The police of South Hutchinson will not dis turb me. I could do business here all day and clear into the night and no one would annoy me. A Partner in Ownership. Down the street there is a three-story brick block with brown stone trimmings and covering half a square. It is called the Indiana block. It probably cost 400,000. In it a mamma hornet is building her nest. She and I own the town. How quiet it is! The hum of industry and the sharp, metallic report of the city council have died away, and the last echo of the exploded boom has long since been smothered by the deep silence. Bis Salary as President. E en as the hot and hungry torrent and the dry and ashy deluge smote the business in terests of Pompeii and hushed the great heart beat of industry and life and social acitvity, so the lightning sought out and perforated the shiny and distended boom of South Hutchinson, and to-day, while the mocking bird "whistles in the peach orchard lar away, and tne shorthorn Duni-ouni is calling to his mate in the bluegrass pas tures across the heaving prairies, myself and the mamma hornet in the 5400,000 brick and stone block are practically controlling the business course of the town. From the front door of my bank I .Can see the steam laundry of South Hutchin son, but no steam escapes from the waste pipe. Ko gleaming white shirt tails crack defiantly in the crisp zephyrs of Kansas. No hot, soapy air of industry and prosper ity comes from the broken windows and sagging doors. Ko strange, mysterious health garments or singularly distorted and unnatural lingerie, distended by the breeze, Jiangs on the broken and ragged clothesline. Etch the Tillage Smithy Gone. Nearby stands the blacksmith and car riage shoD of South Hutchinson, but the village smithy and the red fire of his force have gone out together. On his door is written in blue paint, by means of a rather passe broom: : Gone to the Upper Congo val-: :ley to shoe a passle of elephants.: : AY ill be back in a few moments.: The air of the shop is still and depress ing. Where once the melody ot the anvil rang out and the soft and seductive odor of the scorched foot of "the bronco filled the glad morning, now all is hushed. The red jjlow has died away in the giant heart of the iorge. The smithy washed his great big honest hands in the water trough, and pull ing down his sleeves to conceal the bright red beard upon his massive forearms he went away. Bust and ruin are giving place to the activity and crush and hurry of trade. Excuse me a moment while I step into the cashier's room and pay myself off as presi dent of the bank. I will be back in a mo ment. Down a street or two farther is the barber shop and bath works of South Hutchinson, but even the voice of the barber is still. I couldn't, if I tried for weeks, express the full meaning of the term "quiet" anymore powerfully than that. Here and there about the door the quick eye of the visitor may see the shorn and grizzled locks of the honest boomer of other days, but the lather is dry in the old sink, and the last echo of the loud-smelling hair oil of the hannv past has died away in the bosom of the poorly planned acoustics of the past. The Gas Leak Kecks Not. Even the low, hoarse death rattle of the bathtub has ceased in its silent throat, and f.. .. ... ...' tne gas leak, with its hands across its breast and its feet in the soap dish, recks not of the flight of gathering 'years. The hotel is also quiet. Wait till I close the safe and we will go over to the hotel a moment. No one rushes to the door to null the handle off your valise and check it for you. No one stands behind the richly caparisoned counter to give you a dripping pen with one leg amputated and a dead cockroach on the other. You can select your own room now with a bath and southern exposure too, if you wish it. The police will not Bother you. You can bathe in the aquarium in the dining room if you feel like it, and there will be nothing said about i: in the papers. The hotel piano is not going now. The huge Percheron saler atus blonde of the effete East is not playing "Whit. Wings." She has went away. She has taken with her also her little wad of hydrophobia. They decided to flee to gether. You will see her soon at Coney Island, and tipping up one side of the United States wherever she treads the writhing streets. I saw her on a bobtail car last summer. She was standing up and holding a damp dog, for it was a rainy day. She was holding on by a strap aud starting the gathers in her skirt a good deal. Her dress waist was made with a little jack rab bit tail to it, which hunched up more and more ase moved along, and extended out over the dashboard, as I may say, like the tin, anti-caterpillar overskirt on the giant elms of Boston Common. A Street Car Catastrophe. Her Bair also was becoming disarranged, and one could see a sediment of saleratus on TTSffiIl?OE- trawiTiPSAt-E k jMidBlill jsarasfe Hftsl-- keeper, nor the for Vg . f SAFE "-1 f""l w0' yyfJMirv 5? PITTSBURG, DISPATCH her flushed scalp. .She did not know whether to let her hair come down or ask some total stranger to hold "the dog-. At that moment the car gave a great lurch, and with a sob she sat down in the lap of a man with a raspberry nose and deeply dyed an thracite whiskers. As J came away she. was still sitting there, and, mingling with the dead, museum black of his long jute beard, I saw the loosened masses, the great wealth of insincere and antique oak hair which belonged, apparently, to the saleratus blonde. But she is'not here now. Neither' is the precocious Little Lord Fauntleroy who usually frightens people away from a hotel He also has gone. You will not see him here now. You can almost enjoy yourself, it is so destitute of him. The kicker has also gone. He did the best he could for the last few days that he was here, and then he found that one man could not do the matter justice unless he got a clerk who could speak several lan guages. So he went away, and. now you can only see the freckles on the front of the counter where he has kicked against his bilL Tho Granaries of the Globe Laugh. Kansas generally and Hutchinson proper are in a more hopeful condition than for many years past. The abundant rains have guaranteed & good crop already, and a good crop in Kansas makes the granaries of the globe laugh and hold their sides with ill concealed joy. Here also may be seen not only industry but thrift. James Garvey, the railroad rancounter and after dinner speaker (also a good before dinner conver sationalist), said yesterday that a neighbor of his ad vertised this spring for 100 men to catch driftwood on shares. He soon got a nice little crew at work, and has built up a good business, which is almost devoid of the disagreeable element of risk. It is as safe as the industry so popular on Madison avenue and Fifth avenue, which is conducted by the bright youth of New York, and which consists in stealing valu able cats and then waiting for a oreward. Sometimes a dog which is distasteful to the husband is offered to one -of these boys, with a two dollar bill in addition if he will drown it. He keeps it until the wife offers five dollars for its return, and then he sneaks it around to the house, thus making seven dollars on a 27-ounce dog sometimes. Lot booming seems to be pretty well over, and now that the law has gone into effect reserving 160 acres of land in each county for agricultural nurooses there is nothing in the way of prosperity. A North Carolina Experience. I had a strange and wild experience last month. I had been in the hills of Nortlj Carolina four days, and a beautiful' mauve all over my face, because I was not within eight miles of a barber shop. I got on a late train at Baltimore. The Baltimore sta tion was formerly a hog incubator, but i was found that the air was so bad that the' piglets died off, and so it was condemned and made into a depot. I sat there three hours, and all that I could find to read was a cony of The American Beekeeper for 1879, and it had been used to clean the lamps with. But I read all of it: - Part of itr I memorized. There, was a barber shop at Baltimore, but being Sunday it was closed while the pro prietor scrubbed the clotted blood off the floor. I do not shave myself yet, though I am going to try it this summer. So I took the train, bearded as I was like a pard, as I heard a poet get oft the other dav., I stopped overnight at Knoxville, but left before the shops were opened in the morning. That evening I had to ai-gue in the hall at Day ton, O., and would get there at 8:15 p. jr. So I saw no chance to get shaved. I feel naturally great pride in my personal ap pearance. It is all I have. When one has been endowed that way I do not think it is wrong to add to one's personal beauty by shaving every five days. Shaved By a Southern legislator. I spoke to Joe Harris, a member of the Tennessee Legislature, about this and he said it was rather tough to lecture with a "xen-jN lgnts-in-a-uarroom beard, and would I mind letting him shave me at the junction, where we had to waUO minutes. I thought a moment and then I said I believed I would venture. He was very kind. He did not do it as a general thing, but he wanted to do me a favor, and had a nice razor that came as a prize to each sub scriber of The Little Hustler, a monthly child's paper. We got off at the junction and retired to the woodshed of a pleasant little cafe nearby. The rest of the passengers came along also. All of East Tennessee not otherwise engaged came toll. They were still coming when we got through. The" effects of the ana:sthetic wore off as I approached Lexington, and my face pained me a good deal, but I looked better, every one said. Jlr. Harris deserves my thanks, and I heartily tender them. I can truly say that I was never more deliehtfully shaved in my life by a member of the Legislature. Since then I have bought some razors, and as I write these linesI am nerving mvself up to try one of them." Napoleon said "that the men who won victories and conquered the world shaved themselves. To-morrow, if the sign should be right, I will shave my self. Bill Nlii ONE OF UNCLE SAWS CAPTIVES. How a Cruise After a Whaling Vessel Tte- suited in Seizing Her Kettles. New York Sun. Only now 'and then aw United Spates naval vessels commanded to go forth and capture other ships on the high seas. Five or six years ago, however, the United States ship Alliance had much the same instruc tions as have been issued to thy ships of the Pacific squadron touching the Itata. The Alliance was then instructed to seize the whaling vessel Mary Jane, which, it was said, had been carried off to the Indian Ocean and sold by her mutinous crew. The Alliance proceeded to the Island of Johanna, off Madagascar, where Dr."Vilson, formerly of the United States Navy, lived in Oriental luxury upon a plantation of 5,000 acres. Dr. Wilson, it was charged, had bought the Mary Jane, and was using her in the slave trade. The Alliance, how ever, found no trace of thj vessel save her copper kettles, which Dr. Wilson was using in a sugar refinery. These were seized by a file of marines, and the Alliance, after her officers had tasted Dr. Wilson's cocktails and swung in his hammocks, sailed away with the kettles. ' A Popular Bemcdy. Mr. John Keown, the worthy postmaster at Keown, Allegheny county, Pa., says: "Chamberlain's Cough Remedy sells better than any other." The reason for this is be cause it can always be depended upon. Let any one troubled with a severe cold give it a trial and they -vnll find that the first dose will relieve the lungs and make breathing easier, and that its continued use will free the system of all symptoms of the cold. The promptness and certainty of this remedy in the relief and cure of colds, has won for it many sincere friends and made it very popular. For sale by druggists. tvsu HwfT mjm W.fWU W-7 Wms - rm. m ATS. i A. f 77 " m m H7J, 8&. V Afid(ft& II VWiSfi-Yi s&JMuk m&&Tjm 'jB&mxm JAamBGkrm A Beautiful ITauve Beard. ' ,5rPljr tLsSKKBBvtstSMtSKSSsSKKKKBBIMK&LK S39MHMHIMnBPSHHHHIlHIHHHIHl3K SUOT) AT ; ?MAT LOVE BETWEEN BAES. A Gallant Postman Who Passed let ters Thronghan Iron Gate TO A BKOKEE'S PKETTY DAUGHTER Wins tie latter's Heart and With Her Aid the Old Gentleman's Too. A NICE EOMANCE OF NEW TOEK LIFE tCOEKESrONDESCE OP THE DISPATCH. New Yoke, May 16. "Love laughs at' locksmiths" is a venerable adage, but it is as true and alliterative as ever it was. There is a New York letter carrier now more gen erally called postman who can give some interesting and valuable pointers on this text. That is, he was a postman, for he has gone out of tne service of Uncle Sam to take a better job. There are a good many grimly grand brownstone mansions in Fiftieth street and in one of the most pretentious of these is laid the scene of operations of the modern young Lochinvar and his sweetheart. Of all the box tappers, Ills legs w ero the best. The idol of that mansion was a lovely girl of succulent seventeen a little short who, while not quite ripe for the conventional debut in the swell society for which she was destined by her fond parents, ardently cherished in her maidenly bosom that secret longing for companionship which is given to all healthy young creatures of both sexes The Nearest Man In Sanger. Sometimes it finds vent in an elopement with the family coachman, or a secret mar riage with the groom who rides behind her at respectful distance in the park, or some such scandalous mesalliance. The nearest decent man has the best chance. For, con fine the body as you may, the poetical and hallowed sentiments of young womanhood soar abroad regardless of brownstone walls backed with brick and iron basement bars set securely in cement. "There is no more locksmith about this story than the parental decree that the young lady was too young to have male company ot any kind. In this decision the maid acquiesced like the dutiful and loving child she was. Being a sensible as well as warm-hearted and impulsive girl she did so without visible pining, quite as a matter of course, as countless other girls obey their parents. Nevertheless, she cast many shy sheep's-eyes at the occasion ally manly looking young men who passed along the street. They were com paratively lew and aula t contuse her much. If she compared some of these with her heart's ideal, it is but natural. So it is quite as natural if they fell far short. She had figured him out a good many times in secret conclave with her boarding-school chums, but as yet had seen nothing like her fanci ful creation in the streets of New York. And possibly never would. The Only Strange Man. The only person outside of the household servants with whom she had a speaking ac quaintance was the person who delivered the mail. Her fond papa loved to have her bring his letters and towsel his iron-gray hair a moment as he sorted the family ironi the official business. The mail was handed to her through the great iron bars under the high stoop that give such a prison-like as pect to the houses of the New York rich. The young man who delivered it was some how impressed with the idea that the fair young girl was in prison, and felt that he was delivering to her in her iron cage. A very foolish sentiment, very foolish, indeed, and a dangerous one to entertain even for a moment. He delivered hundreds of letters to serv ant girls and other domestics and to chil dren and their parents through such bars every trip, but that made no impression on him. He was a nice-looking young man, with brown eyes and a tender yearling mus tache and a strong, manly face, darkbrowned in the sun. He had passed the civil service examination, aud had a prompt manner and springy step. What more do you want? Let us call him Willie Smith, because that is not his name. Lillian would fit her equally well. For what is the use of dragging them all out before the public, now that every thing is satisfactorily settled? Ho Had Sufficient Courage. Now, Willie is by no means a bashful young man. Hc isn't afraid of a girl just because she lives in a fine house and has blue eyes and fair hair and the most perfect hands in the world. In fact, Lillian thought him awfully impudent. But when he first saw her face through the bars, her lovely fingers clasping the cold iron, it didn't need the smart red house jacket to remind him-of Charlotte Corday, and he answered her pleasant ndd with a coldly respectful bow. The next morning, however, he had her on his mind in detail long before he reached the house. He was afraid she wouldn't be there. But she was. She could sec him delivering up the street. She watched him ring bells and shuffle his letters and caught him glancing her way long before he reached the house. So she ran down to her place behind the bars and was there in picturesque attitude when he suddenly turned down the three or four steps leading into the paved area. She saw his face light up when he greeted licr, the first "Good morning, Miss." "Good morning," she replied with a smile; "anything tor me?" "I hope-no, I'm afraid not." He had nearly said, "I hope not," and she laughed. "Fine morning," lie added, as he handed several letters through the bars. A Mistake That Caused Her Fain. "Yes; fine morning for for a walk," said she, rather more confusedly than necessary. For a walk! What a suggestion to make to a letter carrier! She remembered with shame when she had got upstairs. He might think she was making fun of him! Poor fellow! Every morning thereafter she exchanged pleasant words with him for the mail. Every morning thereafter he became more eager to receive that simple greeting. This went on for weeks, nothing more. Yet it was a fact that he admired her from afar off on the other side of the iron bars that guarded her and her father's house from the common world. She could see that. The thoughts of it pleased her during the day. What a pity he was not a gentleman! Why not. a gentleman? Was it to be not a gentleman to have no money and to work for a living? What was the difference between the uni form of a letter carrier and that of an army or navy officer after all? The quality of the cloth? . When she detected herself thinking of this she blushed in the privacy of her own chamber. She was angry at her self for thinking of him at all. And she wuld then return to her music or herfancy- worit wnn renewea energy. Phenomenally Prompt Service. The morning mail used to be late some times now it was prompt to the minute. She could have told just when he was at the corner without looking out of the window. Her father said something about it one morning ana remarked that the service had greatly improved under tho new postmaster. Fortunately for her she was not in a light where the color in her face and neck could be marked. She knew why the service had improved. But-if her father suspected any thing of the kind Willie Smith would have vanished been discharged, perhaps, for "offensive partisanship." The young man's admiration grew stead ily with what it fed upon. Ho never dared to overstep his accorded privileges, how ever, or else he scrupulously refrained from doing so, which was carefully noted, and which raised him to sincere respect in her imagination. She made up her mind at last that he was a gentleman, and this was half his battle won. On one pretext or another he got a few extra words out of her. Some times it was to inquire the address of some body purely mythical sometimes it was to get ner judgment on the superscription of a letter. He Observed Due Caution. But never did he utter a word that could IT,' lBdVW- " - 7 ' TMfff v' mi. W u u 'WfiiffF"'' not have been overheard by her father or mother without suspicion. ' All he seemed to wish on earth just then was that nothing might arise to break the delight of this daily visit. One morning, however, their hands came in contact by accident and the consciousness sent the red blood mant ling to her face. She ran away like a frightened deer. The next morning there was a man serv ant at the grating to receive the mail The young earner looked as-ifhe had half ex pected the change, for his step had lost its springy gait and his manner was that of a man suddenly seized with, illness. It was the same next day and the mail was late and the butler was surly. Now Lillian was watching all this from behind the basement resolved to teach him a lesson. But it re coiled from her, for the very next- morning she was at the iron bars with her sweetest smile. She broke upon him as an angelic vision. When he, trembling, passed the letter in she, placed her delicate hand upon his an instant and gently said, "forgive me." Plain Sailing Once More. He could only press her fingers eloquent ly and run away without a word. What need of words. The natural glance and touch of love express as much as could a thousand words. They understood each other perfectly. Next day she was radiant, and some mail matter found its way in the other direction only a few simple words to be read between the lines. He kissed them as he carefully put them away in his breast Socket. After that he kissed her fingers aily, and there was no reserve as to any thing but spoken words. Notes came aud went. He told all about himself, and she gave him full credence, and returned his confidence with like confessions. It is the Brovidence of youth and innocence to be eve. They believed in each other. A multitude of ways were open for clan destine meetings. What wonder if they availed themselves of some of them? But the more serious aspect of the case grad ually forced itself upon the loving pair. Honorable love has but a single goal, and that goal is marriage. And this consumma tion was looked forward -to and discussed with fear and trembling. Lillian was the only daughter, and her respect and affection for her parents were great. She Furnished tho Convincing Argument She dreaded to disapponit them in this one material thing on which she knew they had set their hearts. But she never thought for a moment ot giving ner lover up. That was not her style of girl. "I would leave home, Willie, dear," she said repeatedly, "and live anywhere and anyhow with you, if it comes to that" And then: "Your family is quite as good as mine, when it comes to that. I've heard papa say a good many times that he was only a clerk on ?&M0 a' year when he married mamma. Just go right at him, Willie, and remind him of it, if necessary. Don't be afraid of him. He is awfully cross sometimes and will probably say all sorts of dreadful things, but don't you mind. I'll marry you anyhow, and Til tell him so when the time comes." . With such a girl as that what young man could lbse heart? At any rate his name was not Willie Smith. That young gentleman arrayed himself 'in his best and made a direct assault on the parental works. There Was a Storm, Indeed. Well, the old man did say "dreadful things," sure enough. He was almost be side himself with rage. He threatened the young man with a good horsewhipping, with the police, with everything. But fore warned is forearmed, and Willie Smith kept his temper and was' respectful throughout. When he got a chance he calmly said: "Very well, sir. I love your daughter. She loves me. We intend to mary each other. If not decently and witK your con sent, why, how can we do without it? She is not of age, it is true, but she is not a child. We can wait We do not wish to do anything underhandedly, and I have done my dutyto her and to her parents by giving them fair warning. We would rather see each other with your permission, if pos sible. The Point That Counted. "As foT being a beggar, I'm earning more money than you were earning when you married her mother, and am m quite as honorable a position as you were then, while I am younger, have si better educa tion and am of quite as respectable blood. You are at liberty to look into jay ante cedents. Your daughter."will furnish the necessary data. I hope to hear from you. within ten days. Good morning, sir." i The old man was speechless. The young man -was gone. 'Let us draw the curtain of charity over the Fiftieth street mansion during the following week. It was a week of storm centers and has never been outdone by the most vascilating weather liureau on earth. But a clearing off shower of tears was fol lowed by the calm and even balmy atmos Ehcre of peace. Mr. Willie Smith has quit is postman's uniform and accepted a more exalted position in Wall street, and is re ceived, at the brown-stone mansion as the accented lover of the retired broker's blue eyed daughter. The cards are very beauti fully engraved. Charles Theodore Murray. BATHING IN TYPHOID FEVEB. Very Simple Method That Has Highly Sat isfactory Kesults. The question of the value of the cold bath treatment in typhoid fever has been definitely settled by statistics. I gathered together a total of 24,500 cases of typhoid fever treated by this' method, says a writer in the Paris edition of the New York Herald, and in this number there were but 1,723 deaths 6.2 per cent. Such a result needs no commentary. There is nothing simpler than the application of this method. It consists in taking the patient's temperature every three hours and in giving the bath whenever it exceeds 30 centigrade. The technique of the bath itself is as fol lows: The patient should be rubbed down in bed and placed in a bath at 18 centi grade; a drink of warm red wine should be given at once, and the surface of the body should be rubbed with a coarse sponge dur ing the entire bath. The patient should be taken out of the bath if tne face becomes pale, or if shivering sets in. The head should be covered with an impermeable cap, and water at 15 ceptigrade poured over it during the bath. After tins the patient should be lifted out, rubbed with a warm cloth and rolled in a warm blanket, with which he should also be gently rubbed. When the patient feels 'comfortably warm again, the customary nightclothes can be resumed and a warm glass of wine or of rum and tea can be taken. HOW CHICAGO BLOWS. The Point a New Yorker Makes Against the Town That Got the Fair. Fair Manager A. B. de Frece'has never forgiven Chicago for taking the World's Fair away from Hew York, says the Morn- ina Journal of the latter city. On his return !from the Western city a few days ago, Mr. de Jfrece remarked that under ordinary cir cumstances the old adage about a kiss for a blow was all right, but if anyone should undertake to kiss Chicago evei y time she blows he would have the bhrgestkind of a job on bis hands. A Kipo Old Age. J. H. Holcomb and wife, of Belcherville, Tex., have celebrated their fifty-fifth wed ding anniversary, and are still hale and hearty. " The secret of their long life and good health is that they coixect any slight ailment promptly, and in that way avoid serious sickness. Like most everyone else, they are more frequently troubled with con stipation than any other physicial disorder. To correct this they taket. Patrick's Pills in preference to any other, because, as Mr. Holcomb-says, "They are a mild pill and, besides, keep the whole system in good order. We prize them very highly." For sale by druggists. -wsu "Will call on you with samples of fur niture covering and furnish estimates on work. Hauqh & Keejtan, 33 Water st sn AND ELESE In Order to Have ' the -One ITany People Must Fight the Other. DAVMPORT'S PATIMT METHODS. Hard "Work and Self-Denial Keep Patti's Form so Attractive. LIILIAN RUSSELL'S TVEAET BATTLE WRITTEN FOB THE DISPATCH. Good looks are almost the stock in trade of the wearers of the sock and buskin. Therefore corpulence is fatal to that peren nial youth which they are supposed to possess; As long as the form retains its slendemess the face can be made up to look young at the footlights, but as soon as the player becomes stout he, and more espe cially she is obliged either to retire or to take to the impersonation of mature roles, while those who, like Maggie Mitchell and Agnes Booth, still keep a girlish figure are accepted in "young parts" long after they have passed that romantic period of life known as the "first youth." Some actresses become obese even in their youth; witness Fanny Davenport and Lil lian BusselL Their fight with fat is inter esting even to those whose livelihood is not affected or interferecLwith by their avoirdu pois. About seven years ago Miss Daven port had attained such proportions that she cast about for some means of reducing her weight, and first tried the banting system. Being tall she could "carry off," as it is termed, more flesh than a short woman. At the same time a fat Xa Tosca, Fedora or CamiRe was. ludicrous and not to be tolerated. Before banting, Miss Davenport used to drink quantities of water and eat bon bons to excess. These two bad habits she aban doned, and at once noticed a decrease when scaling. Fanny Davenport's1 Heroic Methods. This encouraged her to pursue her experi ments further, and she turned her attention to the table, beginning by cutting off bread, next Vegetables and then fat; meat. The American Cleopatra drinks nothing but cold iced tea, summer or winter, and eats nothing but beef, mutton, poultry, eggs and fish no butter, soup or sauces or dessert. Very hard diet this, but it repaid her by re turning some trimness of outline. In her case, however, not even all this dietetic abstemiousness reduced her to the desired minimum of weight. So she gave up her carriage and took to walking. When her time permit she starts out in the morn ing and. walks all day long. At first she used to become so tired as hardly to be able to get through the performance at night, but now she is such a good walker that she could win in a walking match. There, are few, however, who would have the perse verance and the will power to keep long at Miss Davenport's rules for the reduction of adipose tissue. After many trials of the various "anti-fat" modes in vogue Miss Davenport has struck but three very simple rules, Dut hard to follow. She says: "In my opinion, which is the result of some years of experimenting, the only way to be come thin, and what is more difficult still, to keep thin, is, first, no fluids; second, no food worth speaking of; third, constant walking. Hdw Pattl Keeps Young and Willowy. Probably the youngest-looking woman of her years on the stage is the famous Adelina Patti. Born in 1843, she is now, when nearly 50 years of age, as slender and as well proportioned as when she was but 16. If there be such a thing as inheriting a ten dency to corpulence, she certainly had that disposition, for her mother was very stout What occult correspondence there may be between a mother's fat and a daughter's voice I am not prepared to say, but famous cantatrices and fleshy mothers seem to go in So. also, I have been told, was her father. Patti's light and willowy form is due to the trouble sheilas always taken to keep it so. To this, and to her marvelous voice, all her mature life the great diva has been a slave. In addition to understanding" the importance of rest, sleep, bathing and ex ercise Patti has reduced Tier system of eat ing to a dietary science. Although living principally in hotels, she is never tempted to partake of the rich food provided by them, but year in and year out confines herself to the simplest and most monoton ous fare. She never eats fresh bread. It must be toasted dry and hard before she will touch it. In winter she lives mainly on oysterSj lean meat and boullion carefully prepared for her by Niccolini every night after the performance. She takes no dinner upon the days when she is to sing at night. She never drinks ice water, but occasion ally a little watered claret or lemonade. The Foods She Avoids. The great singer 'avoids all starchy, fat tening foods, such as hominy, potatoes, peas, turnips, corn, carrots, beets, maca roni, puddings, pies and cakes, confining herself to lean meat, light soups, green veg etables, such as lettuce, celery, dry toasted aiiSJeV"'-' S TonjcNjuuritivF, frtn com M CrAl i lv . )&W ' e a a a mm 'Hi' fetf-i Bilnv?nAry 9 o o.V i)tq;2 ' m -P W-ttS3 ?3WeA tn2ri'J3 vik Mztffrg&ml 1M&Q& I k . s vjv5vi & si Iv'S&bVw iii'ij mm&mnxm ferll," :j?JJr'l :V- t1t ?Qrl)nVAlgcepreiieriral.i BEWARE cflMITATIQM BEWARE OHMITATIONS Wm? "s!jsS. HJ riJlUCKClviUlUiy-JUW JOHANX HOFF'S MALT EXTRACT For sale hy JOS. FLEMING & SOS, 412 Market street, ap29 Pittsburg. I bread and .fruits: She rarely'-drinks tea or ; coffee, and beer never. She rides us little as possible, exercising on foot all that her time will permit If "the profession" would generally follow Patti's. simple and abstemious manner of living they would seldom become too fleshy to appear fit youthful roles. Patti has from an early age followed this strict regimen, led into it primarily for the development oher voiee, and afterward adhering to it as. a preventive of corpulence. The American queen of light opera, Lil lian Russell, has at an earlier period of life than most othera succumbed to that bane of her calling, obesity. But for her determined and strenuous efforts to reduce her flesh it would soon be said of her as it was of the enormous ParepaRosa, that she 'resembles an elephant with' a nightingale in its throat. It is well known that Miss Bus sell began her professional career on the variety stage. Here she attracted the no tice ol a manager of a light opera troupe, and he offered to give her the leading role in a new opera he was about to produce, provided she would Train Down Sufficiently to Look tho Part. That manager was John McCaull, and the name of the opera (if I remember rightly) "The Serpent Charmer." She had one summer in which to learn the role and to reduce her weight to tho required number of pounds. She succeeded, evolving a course of training which, as the years have gone on and her flesh is obstinate in in creasing, she has added to until she is able to keep down to 150 pounds. This she ree ulatesDy scaling every day. If she finds herself going up in weight she cut3 olfsome fat-forming food in which she may have been indulging, such as bread and butter, potatoes and sugar. Like Patti, she eats only bread that has" becn.dried hard in the oven. Of late years Miss Eussell has given up beer, champagne, wine and late suppers, to which, however, she was never inordi nately addicted. That snack after the performance is what lays the foundation of the obesity for the profession. It is the meal for which they nave most appetite, being fatigued alter acting. Miss Eussell's methods for keep ing down her flesh are these: She takes a cup of coffee about 11 o'clock in bed. Then she rises and takes a bath in hot water, which is gradually cooled off until it is very cold, after which her maid rubs her down with flannels. This brings her to about 12:30, when she breakfasts on fish or lean meat with dry bread. Then, if she is not rehearsing, she starts out for her consti tutional, covering daily about three miles of ground. Formerly she did not walk so much, but tried dumbbells and other gym nastic exercises and horseback riding, but finding that nothing reduces corpulence so effectually as walking, she now confines her self solely to pedestrian exercise. Lillian Russell Sleeps Ten Hours. She drinks beef tea during a performance; at other times glycerine and water, which is an excellent thin? for clearing the-throat She, too, occasionally takes her small bite after the performance, but not regularly, and only allow! herself a little easily digest ed foodj snch as broiled squab. Then she in dulges in a ten hours' sleep. In her heroic efforts to. keep herself with in the limits of what may be called "light opera' weight," Miss Lillian Bus sell has evolved out of her own inner consciousness an exceedingly good course of training. Indeed, she has almost arrived at what is known a3 the "Newmarket sweating" system, by which jockeys are trained down tor racing. It would not be safe for every one to start in at once on this treatment, but Miss Bus sell has gone so far that if she goes just a little further she will have the ''Newmarket sweat" in perfection, following which I have been assured that a person can lose seven pounds a day without injury. Here are the directions: Persons training should arise at any hour in the morning, before 8 preferred, and dress in heavy flannels, underneath the or dinary garments; this in order not to attract attention. The more clothing that they can carry the better. Let them walk a3 fast as possible for 20, 40 or 60 minutes un til thoroughly bathed in perspiration, and then return home at a smart rate and jump into bed between blankets with all flannels and pile on a double allowance of bed clothes. ("Caution keen all windows closed). Then let an assistant bring a half pint or pint ot hot tea, without milk or sugar, and after drinking as much as re quired, lie in bed still well .covered for about half an hour; then rise and sponge the body with tepid water, use a rough towel and put on a change of linen. You will then be in the very pink of health and feel as if you had suddenly lost your burden of fat. Still She Weighs Too Much. If Miss Bussell would take about three Newmarket sweats a week, summer and winter in fair weather, of course she would soon "take off to stay" her superflu ous fat, of which she has several pounds too much, notwithstanding her constant train ing. In height Miss Bussell i3 about 5 feet 3 inches and weighs 150 pounds. This is ex actly 20 pounds in excess of what she should weigh, according to the average weight table of the Equitable Life Assur ance Society, but as that is computed strictly for business purposes, we will allow five more pounds. For her profession Miss Bussell should never allow herself to weigh more than 135 pounds. Every additional year of her life will increase her tendency to obesity, and the more difficult will re duction become, even (to so determined 4 "banter." CELIA Logax. J)yJP PPiwflciM,- sssr .1 1 )rogmlk 0 r 9 OO UVibed Wo O' o e o I" UDUiuqr ji SBfSSg 3 J OHAXX HOFF'S MALT EXTRACT Tor sale hy JOS. FLEMING & SON, 413 Market stree't ap29 Pitt3bury. .
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