i;C- 18 'THE ITTTSBURG 'DISPATCH, STOHDA-Y, f JQNE - 14 I89L i, REVIEW OF SPORTS, Causes of the Eecent Defeats of the Local Baseball Club Fully Discussed." IS EAXAGER HMLON TO BLAME? The Tery Ead Features of the Columbus Elks Expelling Infielder Eeilly From the Order. ABOUT THE ANTI-BETTING LAWS. English Opinion About the Late Battle Between Jem Carney and Diet Earfe. So bad has been the recent showing of the local ball team tliat it requires nerve in strong quantities to say a word in favor of the plavers. "When that which we call the public issues its decree of condemnation 1 against anything or anybody, one has to as sume a little boldness to speak well of that which is under the public ban. I am quite aware that the Pittsburg public, that is, that portion of it interested in baseball,- has, to say the least, become very discontented about the local ball team. The baseball public, it must be remembered, is very sen sitive to victory and defeat. If victory is the order of the day, all is well; indeed, all is enthusiasm to a very high degree; but if defeat is the leading feature, censure, con tempt and condemnation come to the front. Just a week or two ago we, in Pitts burg, were all smiles, and were piping off fine words of praise to everjbody connected with the team; now we arc quite the opposite. A series of de feats has caused a wonderful change. A few day ago we were one and all declaring: "iMim t 1 ten you mat wanton ana u .Neil were jus! the men to get a winning team." Presto! Chancel now we are one and all saying: "Didn't I tell jou that Hanlou wasn't cut out to be a manager and that O'Xeil talks too much to do good work." "Well, no, changes of opinion and sym pathies are natural, but in changing our opinions so suddenly we should be careful to not attach any unnecessary blame to any person. "While my estimation of the team is not as high as it'was I am still firmly con- vinced that neit her Manager Hanlon nor any other official in the club is responsible for the many defeats sufiercd lately. It may be true that there have been occasions oh which the judgment of Mr. Hauion has been at fault, but tell me any manager in the entire baseball business w ho steers clear of mistakes and particularly when his team is having a streak of de feats. "We all know tliat we have a class of people who are always ready to applaud a successful experiment, and when it is made declare in the loudest voice that it should, have been made sooner. Mark, they never ventured an opinion about it before it was tried. But if that experiment proved to be a failure the class of people I refer to ex claim: "Why, that was the stupidest thing in creation to try and do." So that a base ball manager having in charge a team that is being defeated has verv much the worst of it no matter how w e look at the matter. IVliat Causes the ToorTVork? To find out definitely what are the causes of the defeat of a baseball team is often a very complicated question. Since the local team ha e btruck their downward course I dare say that almost all kinds of causes have been urged, but I sum the entire mat ter up in two words: Bad playing. Tliat the team have played very badly none of us can deny, and if we examine things closely I think we'll find that the pitchers have not been to blame, nor has the man agement. Tlio pitchers hae done, their work io wel! that we need not stop to' argue their case. The two chief causes then have been bad fielding and weak hitting. Now I think we have the causes of defeat clearly before us. Then comes the questiou for those who are decrying Manager Hanlon to decide: How far is a manager responsible for bad fielding and w eak hitting? I would like some of those complainers to answer the question for me. I have my own notion about it and I fear that it will not meet the views of those who are over trying to make a scapegoat of a baseball manager. In my estimation a manager is only responsible to the extent of getting the best w ork out of a man or a number of men. He cannot possibly be ex pected to make a man do something tliat the man cannot do; in other words, if he is not a firit-class player and cannot be one, his manager must" not be blamed because the player does not do first-class work. That is plain enough, certainly. "Well, then, what about the fielding of our team? Can any of us with any fairness make Han lon responsible for the bad work of Miller and Eeilly? Bear in mind, that these two have themselves lost a sufheient number of games to have placed the team in first place had these defeats been victories. Hanlon or any other man could not make Miller play anything like first-class at short and the same may be said in relation to Eeilly. But I will be asked by some why Manager Han lon has not secured an iiifielder to take Miller's place. That is just the difficulty. How and where can he secure such a player? I asked the question last Sundav and. an Arkansas correspondent reminds me of "Walsh, Shugartand Schoch, of the "Western League. But he stop3 where I stop. Can we get them? is his question and so it is mine. , It is just as sure as we live that if either Manager Hanlon or President O'Ncil knew- of any infielder who was superior to Miller he would be se cured if possible. But if an infielder of better qualities than Miller could not be secured surely we cannot blame Manager Hanlon. To further prove the correct ness of my line of argument I will ask, is it any more reasonable to make Hanlon responsible for the imperfect work of Miller and Eeilly than to argue he is the cause of the good work of Becklcyand Bicrbauer? Manager Hanlon is not the cause of the brilliant work of the two last named. They are first-class ball jplavers, and as such they do their work. Miller and Keilly are not, and because they are not is no fault of Mr. Hanlon. About tho Poor Hitting. Then comes the patter of poor hitting. One of the most disappointing features of the local team has been their poor hitting; in fact, I may say that this has been really the most disappointing feature. The team were, gotten together to be a hitting team; in' hitting almost its entire strength was to lie. But as a result we so far have almost the worst lot of players in the country as far as hitting the call is concerned. This lack of hitting has been one of the chief sources of defeat But I ask: Is Manager Hanlon responsible for a man -who goes to the plate and fails to hit the ball? Is Man ager Hanlon to be blamed because Pate Browning faces the pitcher day after day and strikes out? I fancy I hear somebody taring: "Why Hanlon should instruct them how to bat." Good gracious! Have we gotten a lot of school bovs who don't know how to bat. Has Manager Hanlon to ghe men like Beckley, Brown ing and Carroll lessons in batting? Cer tainly there are times when a manager is re quired to instruct as to a sacrifice hit,but in this respect Manager Hanlon's judgment, no matter whether it has been good or bad, has cut very little figure. The great fault has been that ourbig hitters have time after time cone to bat and failed to make a hit. I hold that Manager Hanlon is not respon sible for this; it is entirely the fault of the players. To shows that Manager Hanlon is responsible for these defects that I have named it must be shown that the players who are doing poor work can do better if they choose. It this were proven then we would have some proof of the existence of & "conspiracy" against Hanlon. But I firmly believe .that every player in the team.. is doing his best They have simply gone out of" form and to a great" extent have been failures. I am not for one moment going to argue that Sir. Han on is a perfect mana ger.' I am not dealing with his sta'tus at all; what I am discussing is simply one or two false notions regarding his responsibilities for the recent defeats. It is not for a mo ment to be supposed that Mr. Uanlon is an ideal manager oranything of the like. Idon't think he would lay claim to,any such quali fication, but as we hare seen it has not been' because of any defective executive ability that the team'has been beaten so often, but almost entirely because of bad fielding and weak hitting. "Whatever mav be the future of the team we will all do well if we try our best to at all times give credit where credit is due and to place the blame where it ought to be placed. The Race for the Pennant. , The contest for the League pennant con tinues to be one of the most exciting on record, and I am more convinced than ever that the New York team will finally land as ihe winners. From the commencement of the season I have pinned my faith to the Giants, and at times they looked a very dis couraging lot. But the team are a lot of great ball players and they are better equipped toAlay than any team in the coun try. They are ready to meet very great emergencies at any point. Of jcourse, An son has a fine lot of ball players, but if Hutchinson should'fall by the wayside what would the great captain do? He is a man of great resource, no doubt, but if ever he had occasion to capture a good man or two. he needs to land hands on one or two good pitchers now. Anson's lack of good pitch ers threatens to wreck all his prospects, and if his pitchers do not begin to show up in better form his team will soon drop down. It is hardly to be expected that Hutchinson can hold out pitching almost every other day. The Brooklyns are get ting down to their best form and as soon as they do so they will give a good account of themselves. While they don't seem to have any chance for the pennant, they will certainly take a prominent place if all goes well. And the Cincinnati team have been doing good w ork during the week. Speak ing of that team reminds me of the fault found about management, etc A few days ago the Itcds were losing every day and nothing was right about the manage ment of the team. As soon as the team won three or four games straightaway noth ing was wroncr, although the management as well as the captain had not in the least changed their policy. The Beds are. a good lot of players. The Bostons do not . seem to be any better or any worse than ever so far as the season is concerned. One thing be comes more and more apparent, viz, that the Brooklyns of '91 are not as strong as the Bostons of '89. The Phillies still con tinue to be a little weak in pitchers, and are weak in batting. And the Clei elands. What a plucky lot of fellows they are, and how misfortune clings to than. It may sound strange, but amid the recent defeats of that team my valuation of their playing abilities has "become higher than it was when they started out defeating almost everybody. The Cleveland team are un der "a great disadvantage in not having Tebcau's services, and their pitchers are also a little weak just now. But taking everything into consideration, Cleveland has a very good and a decidedly plucky team. A Contemptible Piece of Work. Every lover of fair play and the honor of secret societies cannot but blush for the sin ister action of a lew men at Columbus, who call themselves Elks. These individuals, of whom Born and Lazarus are the leaders, have banded together and expelled Keilly, the infiefde- of the local team, from the order. Of course, I don't mean to say that this will cause the heavens to fall or that Eeilly will be compelled to, make his future abode in the wilds of Siberip, but I do say that I do not know of a more contemptible or despicable method of getting revenge, if revenge it can be called. This viperous piece of work will go on record to the last ing shame and disgrace of all who aided in it. and it is a thousand pities, that what we call social organizations do in anyway what ever recognize such outrageous actions. Just think of it for a moment. Keilly expelled from a social and beneficial order because he acted honorably to himself and in ac cordance with law to others. Eeilly did not violate a pledge or break an oath; but most certainly those schemers, who have in the most cowardly manner tried to be revenged on Keilly, broke faith, not only with Eeilly. but with others. "What about Born and Lazarus, ye honorable Elks of Columbus? Have they to escape after trampling under foot the" contract they made with Brother Eeilly? The case is so simple to understand, that few of us will be ready to believe that such diabolical work could be countenanced by any portion of Ameri can citizens. Keilly is miking a living as a baseball player. He signed a contract with the Columbus club to play this season for that club. But Messrs. Bom and Lazarus went to work and violated their contract with Eeilly, as we all know, and as the courts have so decided when that violation had taken place, and indeed it was a violation of the low, cunning order, Eeilly, like other players, was free to act as he chose in the way of playing ball for other team. Accordingly, Beillv signed with the Pittsburg club so as to be within the protection of the national agreement. Subsequently Born and Lazarus tried various means or persuading Keilly to re turn to Columbus, but he could not honor ably do that. Then Born and Lazarus entered suit against Kcilly, and as a result Judpce Maxw ell told Born and Lazarus that Keilly had done nothing wrong. And then followed one of the meanest and the most sinister conspiracies to ruin a man socially that has ever disgraced the name of auy honorable organization in the country. "When the civil and moral law had vindi cated the action of Keilly his dastardly enemies took advantage of their Columbus minions, and a lodge of the honored Order of Elks, and expelled Eeilly from the order because he had not "worked for the welfare of a brother." Did you ever know of such a wicked piece of work? Surely in the name of everything that is right "and just the Elks generally will not allow a precedent of this kind to stain their heretofore untar nished annals. The precedent will certainly open the way to a very w ide field. But it is qui;6 clear that the action of the Columbus Elks-has not been prompted by any admira tion of principle; it has been prompted by a low and depracd desire to be revenged on a man who entirely acted within his own morai and civil right. But, I ask, when Born and Lazarus resolved to break away from the national agreement and take the players with them, were they working for the benefit of the players, Elks or otherwise? Certainly not. They were working for their own selfish ends, " irrespective of fair dealing, honor or anything else that would benefit the playars. The case of Keilly's is one that concerns every ball player who is a metober of the Order of lks.and they ought to consider the matter in the most careful manner. As long as the Columbus expulsion remains unchallenged the public cannot have a very high opinion of the Elks., The truth is that if the same principle that has been enforced against Eeilly was ireely applied wherever there is reason for it the Order of Elks would soon vanish from existence. But there must be a court of less prejudice and bigotry and of greater authority than the Columbus faction to which Eeilly and his counsel can appeal. There must be a court where at least mem bers can have justice meted out to them. If there is not such a tribunal then baseball players ought at once to seriously consider whether they arc among friends or foes. The Anti-Bettlns Laws. If there is anything like farcical law in this, country, thp laws having for their purpose the suppres sion of betting must go into the list. I have ever held the opinion that thero were some things in human nature that human laws could not suppress, and among these somethings I have always classed betting. It can be regulated, but so far the history of human beings proves that it can not'ie suppressed. We have laws in this State, and we have men who are reaping good-remuneration for their supposed en forcement of these anti-betting laws. But, just .let me tell you, gentle reader, that dur ing this week I ban ia Pittsburg noticed more betting than I almost ever did when 'betting was allowed to go on in this city under a very sensible system of regulation. To prevent the present system would re quire every man to be in ,charge of an other man, the latter's duty being to stop his charge , from betting. There is no regular place of betting just now because bets are daily being made all over the city, and the bets generally speaking are big ones. Now, does this not show how futile are efforts of the law to abolish betting? The truth is the more the law tries to abol ish it the woTse it becomes, because it then begins to lose the limitations that kept it fair and honest. During a long experience J l nave always tound that the persons wno talk most about abolishing betting bylaw are those who know the least about betting. I am not arguing the moral features of bet ting by any means. It may be right and it may be rone; but what I am stating is simply this: That is nonsense to suppose that because tbere are no public poolrooms there is no betting; that there is just as much betting as ever, and that it is con ducted on a worse principle by all means. As an observer of the effects of betting 1 unhesitatingly say that it is far better to have a licensed poolroom, where the business is conducted by responsible people, than to have the streets crowded with irresponsible and clandestine bettors. Had space permitted I could easily have shown the futility of the haw, after 600 or GOO years' trial to, abolish it Wise lawmakers have now become so much convinced of this futility that they have made up their minds to only regulate'it. We may regulate the course" of a stream when it would be nearly impossible to stem it back entirely. This fact should have some weight with those who are persistently trying to make us all better morally. More About Cory's Records. Since last Sunday there has been much said about the claims of Luther Cary for the 100-yard and 220-ard records. I have not space at command this week to say much on the qucstion,butit is of so much im portance that I cannot refrain from re ferring to it. As I intimated last week there is one thing quite apparent, viz., that thcrcis a vast amount of prejudice existing against Cary among the wiseacres. I am inclined to believe that if Cary had been somebody else, or if he had been a member of some other club, there would not have been half the objecting to his claims that there has been. I am sure it is extremely annoying to note Ihe hair-splitting efforts of some people to show that Cary only ran 220 yards in 214-5 and not in 21. Of course, this hair-splitting is all right in some respects, but let me ask how many records have we on the list to-day that have been so critically bxamincd as those of Cary? Let me particularly draw attention to the American professional sprinting records. And one authority, who evidcntlv is very hostile toward "Gary utilized nearly an entire newspaper page last wecK to'prove that uary s time in the 220-yard race was nearer 21 4-5 seconds than 21 . I don't know what the amateur magnates will do with Cary's.latest claim of running 100 yards in 9-y seconds, but I will be extremely surprised if certain gentlemen do not make a terrible, kick against it. The statements of the gentlemen who timed Cary and who measured the distance fully bear out Cary's claim of breaking the rec ord. But w e have already seen that there are times when the amateur Poo-Bahs will not lend an ear to statements but just de cide as to what in their judgment could be done or ought to be done. . The Carney and Burge Battle. During the week a friend of mine has for warded me a full account of the battle be tween Jem Carney and Dick Burge for the English lightweight championship. In substance the account shows that Burge had the better of Carney up to the time when the battle was stopped. In the first few rounds Burge could hit Carney where and when he choose. Carney was so well aware of this that he at once began rushine in on his man, clinching him and throwing him violently down and falling on him. The account of the battle I am referring to was written by a gentleman I know, and I know that he is able and trustworthy. Here is his account of the last round: ,!Carney came up this time quite as briskly as his antagonist. He began with the left on Surge's chin, and then, after a little sparring, the men got close together. Carney again threw his man, and once more a foul was claimed. Burge,, still keeping very cool, rose with deliberation in order to avoid Carney's rush. The hitter now dashed in and threw his man again. Burge got up and turned round to appeal to the referee himself. Carney then rushed at him from behind with a big blow. Burge turned half round, and Carney closed and back heeled him, dropping on him as he fell. When the Newcastle man rose again Carney hit him low, and the referee thereupon very rightly awarded the fight to Burge, after the round had lasted, two minutes. The Eroceedings had been pretty noisy all along, ut now the din was deafening. Carney's supporters loudly objected to the decision, and for a moment a riot seemed imminent. Poor Carney cried like a child in the ring. and loudly protested innocence of having done wrong, out a good decision had been given, and he had to abide by ft, the crowd ultimately leaving the building in orderly fashion. Carney's face bore signs of much Snnishment, but beyond his swollen lips iurge looked little the worse." Carney Past His Day. The writer of the above account winds up. referring to Burge, as follows: "He has, it is true, beaten a man past his very best days, but he defeated a hitherto unbeaten man, Carney being still a good fighter with immense gamencssand stamina. This latter quality was shown yesterday. He did not begin to show his old liking for the business until mqre than midway in the battle, and had Burge instead of playing the waiting game described gone to work in the fast, furious style in which we have seen him perform, he would have beaten him earlier in a different way. Still he obeyed orders, ahd fought bravely and welL Carney, on the other hand, over and over again fought foully, and thoroughly earned the disquali fication he received. The verdict was given I have the authority of the referee for saying on all the three points mentioned in the description of the last moments of the round. Altogether forty-two minutes were spent over the battle." Pbhtgle. BT0EY OF A BEAUTIFUL DIAMOND. It Was Obtained by a Surgeon From a Brazilian by Sharp Practice. A rare diamond, weighing nearly four carets, now in NewXork, has a remarkable history. It was found in the gold district of Brazil by a native, who did not know its value, but kept it as a "luck" stone. One day "while journeying to a camp of traders with his gold dust he was bitten by a ser pent Applying the antidote known to the people of that country, he proceeded on his way, but had not ,gone far when he was again bitten. He treated himself for the second wound and continued on his journey. While stooping to drink from a brook the fang's of a snake were fastened in the bag which contained the stone. On reaching the camp he was found to be suc cumbing rapidly to the effects of the venom, and when questioned by the camp surgeon told how the snake had seized the bag at his throat. The surgeon was permitted to see the stone, and, suspecting its real character, he told the native that it was extremely dan-' gerous to have it,about him, as it attracted tcnomous reptiles, and advised him to sink it in a neighboring brook. The supersti tious finder of the diamond acted upou the suggestion, and the covetous surgeon, hav ing watched tho proceeding, availed himself of the first opportunity to fish the gem from its hiding-place. The diamond was pur chased recently from the cutter in Europe by Edwin A. Ofhrall, of New York. Reliable. Philadelphia Times.) "Who did you hear it from?" 4The president herself." "I got it from the secretary." "That accounts for the sameness in the story. They are both officials in the same ceureb society, you &now, - THEY STOOD BY PETE. How the Advent of a Woman With a Title to a Leading Citizen EUFFLED UP CINNABAB CAMP. The Miners Kept the Wanted. Man Hidden while They Negotiated. SATED BT FOUR jjTACKS- OP TELLWS prBITTZN FOB TBI SISTATCn. firir4 shore hopes yon all ain't unjust enough to go a blaimin' of me aboutit,"said01d Monte pathetical ly a3 he sought comfort in his deep grief at the Gold Mine bar "I wasn't aimin' nuthin' ,when I brings her into camp." - "Oh! Thar ain't nobody goin' to blamin' you pertie'lr," said Armstrong with sour, grimness. "Only you needn't be lookin' for no ovation on account of it, neither. Tour bringin' of her has shorely busted Pete wide open, yoa can gamble on that." "When she takes the stage in Tucson," asked Eosewood Jim, "don't she tip her hand none don't she outline her little game to you nor nuthin'? I hears females is great talkers, that way; not allers, of course, but usuaL" "She don't tip nuthin'," said Old Monte desperately as he took such a swallow of whisky, that, had it been water, would have consoled a parched cow. "I reckon we all is 20 miles out from Tucson when all at once this yere old Eazor Back, she turns to me and says: 'Do you all know a party named Pete Sims?' 'Do I know big Pete Sims?' says I, 'wel I shorely know big Pete Sims. Me an' Pete takes our nosepaint in yoonison -I'VE. GOT tT'DEED TO TETE. frequent, an' you can bet all vour raiment Pete's mighty good wood, too.' Then we don't say nothin' for may be a mile like. After a Recreant Husband. "After a while she makes another swoop," continued Old Monte. 'It Big Pete Sims is good wood, he's shore turned g&odwood since I sees him,' she says. But good'wood or not, he's my lawful wedded husband an' I've come trackin' in all the way from Tennessee for the worthless felon, an' it'll be mighty, funny if I don't get him. An' yere," continued Old Monte, "she shore looks like she regards "Pete as her prey." "Well," said Old Monte, "I don't say no more; but sets thar a feelin' mighty pensive for Pete on account of this yere female crazy horse ahoppin' in an' claimin' of him, when a idee ketches me. I'm some guileful, that away, ah' I makes up my mind to set a stack in for pete if I lose. So I tackles the old Silver Tip agin." " 'Womern,' I says mighty stern, "how ever do we all know this yere is straight? "We jest gets your word. Maybe Pete's bejn' abducted, in which event Cinnabar don't give him up; none whatever.' " 'Nuthin' but my word, eh?' she says. 'Now, look yere, you miser'ble, red faced old drunkard, don't you go'tryio' to bluff the law none. I've got my deed to Pete my marriage deed an' yere it is all reg'lar.' An' then she pulls the deed outen her bosom," continued Old Monte, ruefully, Our Furniture TToi Loose. "an' slaps it under my nose, an', of course, I slings my hand in the discard an' quits her. She's shore too many for me; an' to tell the straight of it, I ain't none cert fin she don't take it into her head to rope me up along of Pete an' make a team of us. I figures she's been a-e,tin' of loco or i or sozne- thing an' is clean crazy." Not Used to Such an Invasion. If ever one sentiment predominated all others in the Cinnabar breast, it was the de termination to protect her citizens from any outside force. The local vigilance commit tee, under the resolute) leadership of Arm strong, was liable to convoke at any time, and, gaining a rope from the nearest saddle and inspiration from the nearest,misdeed of the patient, hang a valued son or so to tho windmill or some other structure eligible for the purpose. But there , never was Sheriff more puissant, no outside officer of the law, no alien posse comitatus, who could ride in and make captive Cinnabar's meanest citizen. Business would suspend first, men would cease their daily walk and a hundred gallant hearts would belt on their six-shooters and .fight 'round the liberty of Cinnabar to the death. But here came danger in unusual form. An arrogant, confident woman, with the nose of a hawk, a hard face and bitter eye; a wrinkled, gnarled and threatening' look ing female of portentous, awful sort, had invaded Cinnabar and laid claim to a lead ing citizen. To be sure she had not been there long a few hours indeed and her victim, Big Pete Sims, by a craven con cealment of his wretched person a conceal ment, however, earnestly advised by some of the most dauntless minds of Cinnabar, and in no wise to be regarded as impugning Mr. Sima's eameness had so far escaped. J.but even the most buoyant and optimistio admitted this condition could not last for ever. The future held a day when Mr. Sims would be taken, that was sure. "A card may turn winner 20 times, but it shorely lose at last," said Kosewood Jim, and the experienced sentiment of Cinnabar justified the aphorism. Pete Bid Himself In a Store. "Wherever is this yere Big Pete hid up at?" inquired Bill Tntt, who with the rest felt the tenderest interest in that unfortu nate. "HeshI" said Armstrong in a fierce whisper. "Don't go for to yellin' like a Ute. Thisyere frightful woman is over in the O. K. Hotel now, an thar's n'o tellin' how far them y'ears of hers can reach." "Well, wherever is Pete?" said Tutt in a lower tone. ( "He's over layin' mighty low in the back room of the New York store," said Jack Moorei "He's all right for.a while. Pendin" which we'all must plan a whole lot toward savin' of him." "It's mighty bafflin', though," said Arm strong in gloomy perplexity. ' 'It looks like she's shorely got Pete cinched." "Let s go rajunin over all on the dead quiet," said Texas Thomson, "an' hold a pow-wow and a heap big think -with Pete. Maybe we-all sees some trail out." "An' s'pose while we do, Armstrong," said Kosewood Jim, "you lope over to the O. K. Hotel an' see how close you can come to prevailin on this yere person by lies an' arguments to abandon her fiendish plots again pore Pete." "Of course I goes," said Armstrong, with the air of a calmly desperate man. "Pm the last man to lay down on any public dooty as gets sawed onto me all reg Ian But I warns you agin havin' any hopes tharof, 'cause it won't win." An Interview With the Fugitive. There was that in the air of Cinnabar which inspired a spirit of high resolve in her people. There was nothing which could come to one of them, in the form of public claim, which would not be lully met, though a life were the certain forfeit. So Armstrong, despairing but determined, at once moved on the O. K. Hotel, which had been assumed as headquarters by the enemy. Nor Horatius nor Curcius could have done more. Tne rest made a wide circuit in the most surreptitious fashion, and at last found the unfortunate" Mr. Sims in his retirement. He was securing himself against fate by drink ing whisky and eating crackers and cheese, which simple and direct regalement he took with such a sad, pathetic air that the sight moved Texas Thomson, who was of a mercurial and sympathetic sort, almost to tears. "She ain't got me tracked down yet boys, has she?" asked Mr. Sims, drearily. On receiving assurances of present safety, and in deference to a question from Kose wood Jim, Mr. Sims told a brief story. 'This yere lady gits her brand onto me," he said in a tone of deep sadness, "back may be seven years ago, som'ers in Tennes see. I wasn't full of turn turn them days, an' would follow off a wagon track, or any thing. She crosses my trail at some church play, as was bein' made, if I remembers rightly makin' the short-horn who was a-preachin' thar a rag carpet, I reckon it was an' boys, she lays for me. "Well, she keeps pesterin' an' pervadin' 'round until, one day, she gets me excited, an' I sorter lose track of my hand, and marries her." A Woman Ho Could Boss. Here Mr. Sims took a mighty draught as if todrown the memory of his fall. "Boys," continued Mr. Sims, wiping his rueful lips, "I ain't been clean strain game enough to see this lady since she comes this time, and knows nothin' of her personal appearance, but when I weds her she looks all smooth an sweet enough. 'This is easy, I says to myse'f, flippant like at the time, this is shorely easy. There's a woman as will be a comfort an' a he'pmect an' who I can boss. ' You'd a-said so, too, if you was thar; she looks that cam an good. "But pards you oughter lift one of her griddles once. She'sa-ragin', fiery furnace inside." "H'ist in another drink, Pete," said Texas Thomson, anxiously. "Well, to cut her short," continued Mr. Sims after dolefully accepting the refresh ment tendered by the sympathizing Texan, "things go on maybe a month, an' onemorn in' she says, 'See yere, you hinged sot, go get me some light wood. " 'Womern,' I says, 'do yon-all know who you're addressin? Do you know you're talk in' to the boss to the head of thisyere family?' "'Boss nuthin',' she says all contemptu ous. You ain't boss of nuthin'. You never was boss 'round yere. You jest has lots to say.' An) then you see pards; bein' jest wedded that away the furniture was all loose an' little like she goes a clawin' up things an' "a-heavin' of 'em at me. Well, I never could stand it to be chunked up none, so I quits her right thar an' yere I be." Protested His Usual Gamcnoss. "Yere you be for a fact," said Jack Moore, who had listened with great inter est and now spoke in a tone of friendly zeaL "Yere you be, Pete, an' yere, too, is she likewise. Now the question is, whatever do we play next?" "Don't go back on me, pards," said Mr. Sims, almost in tears. "It looks like I never could stand it to be took back to Ten nessee by this yere lady, an' I places myse'f under your protection. I'm game enough usual. You know,-Texas, how I shoots up Tucson an' splits even with the Marshal when he comes a-tamperin' 'round; but Iieople, I "has to lay down to this yere ady." , "I'll tell you what you do, Pete," said Bill Tutt. "Paint yourse'f up for war an' take your guns an' go for her all spraddled out; a-whoopin' an' a-shootin', an maybe you scares her away." "It wouldn't work none, Bill," said the hopeless Mr. Sims. You-all might do it, but I couldn't This yere Lidy know s me." 'Well, whatever does she say?" asked i Kosewood Sim of Armstrong as that good Wan came in. F "It ain't no sorter use." said Armstrong gravely. "She allows she ,will have him, ah' she's shore got the dockyments. I say id her aimin' to lie'her out of it 'Mann,' I toys, You're lookin' for Big Pete Sims?' "'Well, says" she mighty tierce, 'what ever of that?' " 'Oh, nuthin of that,' I says, 'only Pete he's dead a whole lot. - He was prowlin' up canyon a few days before you trails in yere, an' he meets a varmint an' gets all chewed up. Her Pete Was a Terror. "Don't you go for to foolin' with me,! she says. Thar ain't no varmint 'round yere conld chew my Pete." '" 'Well, marm,' I says sorter pacifyin' like, 'Pete warnt chewed. This is how it was. He gets impulsive an grabs the pot in a game of dror the other evenin' he a-holding of aces up or some sech trifling hand an' a man who owns a clnb flush, queen at the head, gets that proud about it he shoots a hole in Pete's fore'ed, and thar upon Pete ups an' dies mighty prompt in full hopes, as he imparts to me in confidence at the time, of a glorious resurrection. That's the straight and oncurrupted'trooth, marm.' " 'You can'i come no game on me, stranger, she says. Thar ain't no two legged man round yere can shoot holes into the fore'erd of my Pete. - "So, then," continued Armstrong, "1 throws myse'f upon her mercy an teils her how, happy Peter is before she comes. How he lives yere all gay an' ontrammeled as a buck prairie dog, an' no one for to molest him or make him afraid. But it ain't' no use. She says she'll shore have him, an' final she gets plumb frenzied; an' when I leaves her she's gnawin' away on the aige of a white ash table like a beaver, a-takin' of the wire aige offen her emotions." "Never, you mind, Pete." said Texas Thomson in a burst of encouragement as he pressed his friend's hand. "We take yon outen this yere trap or tears the -.town down." A Boodle Scheme Proposed. "Whatever for a scheme would it be to buy Pete off?" said Bill Tutt. "Couldn't we fix this yere womern now with money?" The idea was good. Eosewood Jim, as one persuasive of speech and fertile ot brain, was selected to try. The rest awaited his return. "Marm," said Kosewood Jim, "I'm a sportin' man myself, an' used- to buyin chances. You makes some claim , agin a Eard an' fellow-townsman named Big Pete ims. This yere gives you a chance, as it were, on Pete not a good chance but still a chance. Now I strolls up all plain and business like to buy your chance on Pete. What is your figure, may I ask?" "Whar is Pete?" asked the lady with some venom. "An' why don't he come yere like a man to me, hisself?" "Pete's hid," said Eosewood, camly. '.'He don't come 'cause those who heels an' gaffs him at this yere crisis forbids the play. He's hid. He's got a quarter-bar'l of Wil low Eun an' chuck for six months an' is armed to the teeth. He's drinkin' hard all the time an' gives it out cold he'll die an' end his own life before he'll be took alive. Will you take $500 for your chance in Pete, marm?" "No I won't," responded -the lady. "Do you really reckon now he would kill his self?" "I'm plumb shore he would," asserted Eosewood. It's the advice of his best friends, an the idee sorter jibes in a gen eral way with his own notion; .so, marm, I think he will. Knocked Sown at a Thousand. "Then agin, he's done been drinkin' to that limit, he's now camped jest this side of the delirium tremens line. He's got a mighty vivid mind that away, too, and al ready is beginnin' to jpeople the small apartment he inhabits with snakes an' rats and coyotes an' monkeys an' tran'tlers an' stingin' lizards, an' each other member of the anamile kingdom as happens to hit his diseased taste. Onless Pete alters his play some abrupt, he's a gone fawn-skin. Will you say 1,000 for your interest in Peter, marm?" "Yes, Iwill,"said the lady after a thought ful pause. "I'll take a thousand and quit I never wanted the miser'ble wretch, no howf ' The ransom was quickly and blithely raised. The next day the lady in the case departed on the stage. Pete was not'there for fear of a relapse, but the rest turned out to see her off. "Don't make this yere mistake agin," said Armstrong, to Old Monte, as the latter picked up his six,reins. "You'll contract a mighty sore throat, shore, if you do." "Adios," said Eosewood Jim, waving a polite sombrero after the departing stage. "Thar she goes an' four stacks of yellow chips ahead of the deal, an' the same all safe an' sound in her war bags. I never knows a woman yet you couldnH squar' with money; an' thar ain't none such." Dat Qudt. DEATH IN THE GLOVES. The Dyes Used Are Sometimes Poison, as One Sad Case Proves. Bt. Louis Post-Dispatch. f Danger lies hidden in everything, even the dainty little glove of feminine adoration, which seenfs so very harmless. Of course, gloves, if they cover the pretty hand of some especially pretty women, have always been more or less dangerous to the heart peace of gallant cavaliers, but now a great Sanger to life itself has been found in a pair of black gloves. Not long since the wife of a lieutenant in the army purchased a pair of long black gloves, which she wore to a ball that evening. When she arrived home she found her hands stained with black dye, and one finger, on which there had been the prick of a needle, was slightly swollen. The next day the arm was decidedly swollen and a physician was summoned, who ordered poultices, but saw no particular danger in it especially as the lady was in good.spints. That morning the husband said goodby to her cheerfully, but the noon found a telegram summoning him home at once, and he arrived only in time to have his wife die in his arms. The poison from the glove had reached the shoulder and caused her death. A CASKET TO BE EATER. What the C6ort Confectioner 3Iade for a Boyal Wedding in Bavaria. The "Confectioner to His Majesty, the King of Bavaria," designed a very unique and artistic "piece de resistance" for the wedding banquet of Prince Alfons of Bavaria and the Princess Louise of Alencon. It was a casket in which the dessert was served. It was made of gingerbread dough of a light yellow tint and painted like porcelain. In front it was decorated with the family arms of the houses of Alencon and Wittels bach, the sides bearing the monograms of the initials of the newly wedded puir. Two myrtle wreaths twined about the lid and pretty little cupids carrying shields and emblems of, love filled in the corners. A crown resting on a blue velvet cushion topped off the whole. ssnranro our faded ink. A Bit of Information Important to Owners of Old Documents. People having valuable documents locked away in safes and secretaries are often out of temper and out of pocket at discovering that the writing thereon has faded almost completely when their use becomes import ant. It is very easy in most cases to restore the color to the ink by purchasing a little solution of ammonium sulphide and bathing the paper therein," or tracing over the let ters with a camel's hair brush dipped in the fluid. If this remedy fails, gallic or tannic acid will generally bring out. the words, no mat ter it they be completely illegible at first. After applying either solution the docu ment should be carefully rinsed and dried. F0BCES Y0TJ TO GET UP. An Electrical Contrivance That Will Cure Any Late Riser. St.' LOnls Globe-Democrat. An early riser's outfit is one of the recent electric novelties. It has a decided advan tage over the old alarm clock, which would run down and allow the early riser to take another nap. The electrical outfit does not need any winding. It keeps' up its nerve-gratingjangle for two hours unless turned off. The early riser is bound to get out of bed and cut elf the current. And then, of course, the' purpose is accom- Slished; the early riser, having arisen and uly "cussed" the alarm, remains up for we remflnmej ui uio uajr. BOBBY BUMS' FAEI. The Spot Where the Most Joyous Days of Bis life Were Spent. IIS COTTAGE STILL "STAffDEJG. EcautiM Bower in Which. His Grandest Poems Came to Him. ALL ENDED IN FINANCIAL TEOUBLE rcoEnrsrosDZSCE or the dispatch. . Ellislaito, Scotland, June 5. Pil griming among the countless shrines created by the living presence of Eobert Burns in Southwestern Scotland,, and looking down along the flaming shaft of- light that links his genius and "his world-girdling human love and magnanimity to the fadeless im mortality of his memory and name, I have always felt that the one among them all which most , breathes to the beholder the spirit of ineffable pathos and tenderness, was this, the hard's farm-home of Ellisland. In the period between May, 1786, at the age of 27 years, and the end of the year 1791, when he came from this Ellisland farm to the three rooms in the "Wee Vennel," in Dumfries, a period of but four and one half years, more personal hope and disappointment, joy and suffering, anguish from impulsive wrong-doing and heaven of the purest domestic bliss, temptation and victory, agonized despair and triumph, were crowded into ,the poet's experiences, than fall to the lot of most great men in their entire lives. In this brief time, first he was disowned and deserted by Jean Armour, through the bitter and ever un reasoning opposition of her father. He was then betrothed to "Highland Mary" Camp bell, the heroine of his immortal oder "To Mary in Heaven," who shortly died .of malignant fever at Greenock. His Marriage to Jean Armour. About 100 of his most characteristic poems were already written, and the now priceless first edition of the same had been issued from the rural press of Kilmarnock, in the county of Dumbarton. Twin children had been born to him out of wedlock by Jean Armour, one of whom, Eobert, in after years a man of rare character and worth, survived the poet 58 years, his decease oc curring at Dumfries in 1857, and his body being interred in the Burns mausoleum in that city. Burns' local fame having at tracted the attention of the literary toterie at Edinburgh, he -was invited to that city where he was "affiliated" at the famous lodge of Freemasons (which still meets in the veritable room then used) and subse- Suently "inaugurated" as its poet laureate, le latter event being the subject of a cele brated painting; while he was made the lit erary lion of the day, as new and enlarged editons of his poems appeared. He then made a tour of the border coun ties of England and Scotland, and, untar nished by fame, returned to Mauchline, the old home spot in Ayr, drawn there by hi3 true love for his Jean, who repented her renunciation, and with whom the former in timacy was renewed. The tour of the North was then made. Burns returned to greater Edinburgh literary .triumphs. He was in troduced to Mrs. Maclehose, the "Clarinda" of his famous correspondence; and again re turning to nis Deiovea -dean, tooK ner se cretly to Tarboltbn Mill, where twins, both of which died, were again born to them. "Being now independent of scandalous oppo sition. Burns publicly and proudly 'Ac knowledged" Jean Armour as his wife, then as sacred and binding a marriage in Scotland as any other, and, in this instance, necessary only because debarred former marriage by the wife's parents, who thus were solely responsible for the cloud upon the poet's marital record. Burns also "sat isfied" the church, which in those days was not so difficult of "satisfaction." He was also in a position to "satisfy" Jean's par-' ents; for on settlement with Creech, his Edinburgh publisher, the then astounding sum of 2,500 was lound to be at his dis posal. Burns on the Little Farm. Then came the brief, bright days. Mag nanimously generous always, much of this smii, the first and last good fortune Burns ever knew, went to Jean's parents, and to assist his brother, Gilbert Burns, in avert ing disaster in the latter's farm-life efforts. His lucky meeting with the ingenious and kindly Patrick Miller, of Dalstfinton Hall, had occurred. It had been settled that the poet, who hated the city with a royal hatred, should return to. the plow. The nobility of the day never quite forgave this plebeian longing and love, the source of his grandest inspirations. This beautiful farm of Ellisland, five miles above Dumfries, was taken at a rental of 50 per year. Burns unaided began his farm labors the first Monday after Whitsunday, 1788. He toiled manfully until the autumn of that year, meantime singinjr many a lusty song to his absent wifeand built the lovely cot tage which stands here embowered in roses to this day. a And then wa3 celebrated the simple but glorious home-coming, when, with rustic rites, and his bonnie Jean upon his arm, "preceded by a peasant girl carrying the family Bible and a bowl of salt," he marched proudly into his little home heaven beside the winding Nith. All evi dences agree that in the brief period of a trifle over two years, between Whitsunday, 1783, and 'Martinmas, 1791, Burns and his good Jean experienced an Eden of labor and love, despite their final enforced de- Eartnre. It was also the period of Burns' est and greatest poetic fecundity. But more children came to them. , These must be supported. The crops failed, and in evitable ruin was approaching. Fire Years of Touching Sadness. It was then, with nowhere else on earth to turn, with no one on earth to defend him from the wretched influences of such en vironment, that to save his wife and chil dren from actual Want, he was forced to ac cept the Government position of exciseman at the beggarly pittance of 50 per yearl The five remaining years of his life, after the poet, his Jean and their three children, Eobert, Francis Wallace and William Nicol, removed to their humble lodgings, their first home in Dumfries, checkered, sad, pathetic beyond comprehension, are known to alL Althongh thousands of Americans each year visit the mausoleum of Burns at Dum fries, it is surprising that so few come here to Ellisland. Not 100 have come within the past five years. Entirely aside from the interest associative with Burns, it is altogether one of the most charming half- day's excursions in Britain. By foot, on your bicycle, or by carriageit is but five entrancing miles and back again, chiefly along the banks of the river Nith, which. after passing beneath 'the 800-years' old bridge of Devorgillaat Dumfries, broadens and soon merges with the majestic tide of the Solway. Nithsdale itself is one of the most beautiful of all the Scottish lowland valleys, and along the entire way from Dumfries' to Ellisland its loveliest views are seen. Where Annie Laurie Was Written. Leaving the quaint old city of Dumfries you cross the "new brig" to the west, and are at once in the pretty braeside hamlet of MaxwelHown, famous wherever heart-songs are sung for, that one inexpressibly tender ballad, equal to any that Burns himself gave the world, matchless "Annie Laurie." Then the highway the ancient coach'road between Dumfries and Glasgow winds over brae and bin, through dale and dingle, over beck and burn, through shadowy avenues and patches of, sunshine, past deserted clachans and now silent olden inns-of-call, with the songs of streams and birds ever in your ears, all the distance to Ellisland. Once past the outlying habitations of Maxwellton, you will see down there to the right the picturesque ruins of Lincluden Abbey, but a few moments' walk from the highway. Beneath the shadows of its ma jestic walls lies Margaret, daughter of Bob- XertHL, King of Scotland, If you will wander but a little distance on that rood leading to the left, you will come to the ancient-church of Irongray. Here is the grao of Sir Walter Scott's "Jeanie Deans" (Helen Walker) and the inscription on tho table tombstone was written by the author of Waverly himself. This picturesque old bridge at which you tarry for there is a pretty scene of sheep-washing going on be neath the giant willows, just above crosses the river Cluden, a small stream but a tune ful one. It bounds along- merrily through copse and between emerald haugns below, sweeps around the ancient abbey walls, and, entefring the Nith, broadens into a deep pool or linn. Hence linn-Cluden, "tha Clttden Tool." and the name of tHe erand old monastic pile, Lincluden Abbey, which towers at its edge above. Where Bobby Barns Was Happy. Thus all the winsome way to Ellisland are found pastoral, historic and romantia scenes and objects. You finally come to a bit of almost champaign country. v Comfort able steadings with snug stone cottages lie on eitherside of the highway. To the right is an ancient gate, opening to a long lane, hedge bordered, between well-kept fields, where the young grain is already rich and green. The wagon way is thick with tho falling blossoms of the hawthorn. -Tha hedge banks are amass of gladsome daisies. A tiny burn having its source in springs above, wimples at one side, half hidden in the grass and daisies. And at the end of this lane, just over a ridge of , warm 'and yellowy loam, are seen'the low roofs of a cottage and its humble 'outbuildings, here and thera half hidden in the foliage of surrounding trees. This is Ellisland.or four years tha farm-home and home-heaven of Eobert Burns; the ony spot on all this earth where comfort and happiness were his. From the highway Ellisland is disap pointing. The ridge of the steading fieldj forms a monotonous horizon line. But Bums knew where to build" his Nithsida nest. From any point in the vicinity of tha onstead or farm buildings there is a glorious view of the valley of the Nith. " Almost tha entire course of the river i3 traceable. Tha house faces to the east and north a gentla bend in the Nith, which murmurs here oyer the shining shallows not a hundred yards distant. Wlththe ontbnildinir and their connecting rubble walls, a sunny, nearly inclosed quadrangle is formed. The sida next the distant highway, to the west, has to th right, as you enter the enclosure, a stable and cow-house and a byre or feeding aad straw yard behind. To the left is a mill shed, a modern structure, a tiny barn, and behind the latter (which,' with the stabla and cow-house, stand precisely as Burns built them) is the inclosed stock-yard whera bonnie Jean found her husband in that great agony of dejection which gave tho world the matchless .hymn to Mary in Heaven. , Built by tho Poet's Own Hands. The house itself, into the construction of which the poet put months of his own labor working alonside of the rustic stonemasons of the time, remains to this day exactly as he built it. A small kitchen has been added on the side next the river, which now as then is the front of the house. The por tion built by Burns is of rubble, about 53 feet long and nearly 20 feet in width. It is one story in height, with an ample attic There is a large room about 18 feet square at each end. The entrance from the Nith side was into a hallway, from which these two large rooms were reached. Out of this, one could also pass to the attic above, and to a small kitchen which, with a little bed room, stands between the two larger rooms. Of the latter, the one at the left or north end, which' communicates with the little bedroom, was used by Bnms for the cere monious entertainment of distinguished guests. The other, at thg south end, was the real heart of the .home; the "spence" or living room of the poet, his wife and bairns. Tho family provisions were kept here. In ona end stood the bed. The meals were eaten here. And here the companions that Burns loved came into the single-nook glow. Be side the fire-place is a broad, low window. Against the side-wall stood an oaten table, and here the poet in this snnnv corner could r feast his eyes upon the flowers and vines of nis own little garden, let tnem dwell londiy upon his cattle and pnt sheep in the billowy field beyond, or conjure glorious fancies from'the noble sweeps of Nithsdale's broad southern expanse, crowded at its "eastern edge with noble forests and the huge gables of Dalswinton Hall. When Ills Best "Worlc Was Bone. By this little window Burns either com- posed or put into completed manuscript form the greatest amount of the greatest work of his life. How we prize the least reminder of these royal fellows when they are gone! There are those who would pay $ 1,000 each for two of the tiny panes in that one sunny window. On one Burns wrote with a diamond and afterwards partially erased, "Home he had not home is the re sort;" on the other Ke inscribed his favorite maxim, "An honest man's the noblest work of.God." These inscriptions, the house and outbuildings, and a few sturdy trees the poet planted, are the only visible relics of 'bard's life at Ellisland; for the spot is ona of the few in Britain, more grace to it, that is not a show-place where the insistant re minder of the endlessness oi fees merges reverence and emotion into ridicule and contempt. The most exclusive haunt of Bums at Ellisland i as within call of his bonnie Jean just below the high bank or scaur,-upon tha edge of which the cottage stands. Between this and the Nith for a long distance to tha north and south runs a lovely river road. Out of the cottage enclosure a shaded path and wagon way descends to join the river road. Half way down this almost sylvan way is a copious spring. The bank of the scaur-side in the shade is a mass of ferns and violets, and in the sunshine a wondrous constellation of "wee crimson-tippet flow ers," the daisies of Scotland, for which Burns felt something akin .o adoration. Then came the silvery shallows of the Nith. Beyond its stream, leading to the meadow lands above, is a haugh, a golden .mass of waving broom. Where He Walked and Breamed. Along this dreamful way, and up and down the river road, Bums sauntered and dreamed. It was the scene of his most ecstatic achievment. 'Tam O'Shanter," which the- celebrated Alexander Smith thought, as it wa3 written in a day, the best single day's work done in Scotland since Bruce fought at Bannockburn. Ellisland originally comprised 170 acres of land. 'The lease to the poet was for four terms of 19 years. It was executed in March, 1788, and would have expired by limitation in 1854. Bums was to pay 50 per year for the first three years, and 70 thereafter; and the owner allowed the poet 300 toward the erection. of the cottage and outbuildings. I find the present owner to be one Dr. J. M. Taylor, of Spittkfleld, Dunkeld. The steading has. been reduced from 170 acres to 100 acres,, and it is now leased for the usual 19 years', term, 15-of which have expired, 'to a family of hard working and intelligent Scotch farmers named Grierson, at a rental of 150' per year. The old gnidwife, dame Grierson. seems to live in a sort of halo of reverential grief for him who made her farmstead hal lowed ground. "Puir body! puir body!" she is constantly moaning beside yon; "Puir body!he was dwanged (harrassed) to his dede-ill (mortal sickness) 1" EDGAB L. 'WArTEMAK. A KE"W T-AM? FOE FrEEMEN: It Is an Electric Affair and Is Said to Be Very Convenient. New York Sun. 3 A peculiar kind of electric hand lamp for firemen is a recent English invention. The battery and lamp are contained in a copper case similar to a fireman's ordinary lamp, and fitted with a handle for conven ience in carrying. Very powerful parabolio reflectors are provided, and the lamp, which has a duration of fromtwo to three hours after which it can easily be recharged is caid to form an important adjunct to the fire brigade. The lamp is also suitable for use in mines, gas works, gunpowder and chemical facto- nes. xne advantages claimed tor tneoe- vice are portability, facility in eharzlng, ranabilitv of restintr the battery when. 'the flight is not required, and entire safetjv If 1 -- --a' aammsmmmmmvt-
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