- Z i , 16 THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH, SUNDAY, AUGUST 23, 1891, "Xot well at all," Preda returned chortly, "and you know it." She jammed her hands into her pockets, and Kildare's manner changed. :'Just the same Bulky manner, I see," he obscrvedthreateningly. "Let us hope Tour nature -will undergo some much needed" im provement this season." Miss Ellaine interrupted tearfully: "Don't you two begin at once again please, please." But the star had already -turned on his heel and regained his place at the table. 'Preda, with a hasty "If ever mind. Bird," went on, "See that girl over there it's Marguerite Granite." "Prom the school? Is is she with us this season?" "Yes." Here Kildare broke in, rapping his stick sharply across the tabic. "Come, come, come, come let's get to work, ladies and gentlemen, let's get to work." Miss Ellaine shrunk back. Everyone became attentive and began to Jail into place, but all eyes kept watchfully on Kil dare. The piece was a reproduction from the last season, and nearly all the actors having been in the company the year he fore, were up in their Darts and business. The new people betrayed themselves at once by stumbling and can-ring their parts. As the progress of the play discovered them, they were presented byJIanager Dash to the star in explanation of their slowness. Daisy observed that they-were treated with scant courtesy, and that their mistakes were taken by Kildare as unmistakable evidence of idiocy or malice. She waited in terror for her cue, which, according to her-manuscript, came somew here in the first act, but when or bv whom given she had no idea. She was alone now, and grew frightened. She was awed, too, by Preda, who seemed to have forgotten h'er, and who, after a "laugh outside," bounded on the stage. She acted in an nntrammeled manner that seecnied wonderful to Daisy. It was not a bit the wav she had done iJadv Macbeth at the school. Everyone "acted." At the slightest evidence of slurring lines or busi ness, and often when no such evidence seemed noticeable, Kildare shouted harshly: "Ve will have ev-er-ything done just as at night." Whenever the star's angry orbit brought iim near to Miss Ellaine she pleaded soft! v: "Bob, Bob, don't." The rest of the company looked stolidly indifferent or secretly edified, when finally Kildare cried: "Go "on," and nothing went on. ""Well well well well!" he growled, "what is it what is it?" "It's Meg's entrance," said Freda, vali antly, breaking the panse. "Well, Where's Meg, then?" At this the manager hastily buttonholed him. The star said "Oh" and "Ah" and glanced tinder his brows at Daisy, who rose trembling. Mr. Dash came toward her and shook hands kindly, saying: "Let me take to you " but Kildare had iollowed and extended his hand. "Miss Granite. Ah, I am so glad to see you. my dear." "I have told Mr. Kildare of yon," said Dah. "And I am sure we shall like each other," went on the star. He seemed another man. He stood and chatted a few seconds, Daisy feeling uncom fortably involved in discourtesy to the other people. Presently he remembered them. With a sweeping gesture, and lift ing his voice, he said: "Ladies and gentlemen. Miss Granite, who takes Miss Davis' place. Hove yon your part, Miss Granite? Ah will you be pood enough to make your entrance-supper left with um vou "have not vet met " end Daisy followed him to the little red haired woman. "Miss Ellaine," he said, "let me present " Miss Ellaine came forward hastily. "I believe I know MUs Granite," she said, "we we were at school together." Then shyly to Daisy, "We enter left upper." his own theory that the unmarried man is the better off. He had found good women either stupid or not so good after alL His knowledge of Marguerite had been a half recognized protest against this classification, or, at least, and he winced her stupidity had seemed attractive. This disappearance of hers and her jump upon the stage irri tated him first with her; he had expected her to keep still till he was ready to take her, and next, and more largely, TMth him self. If he .meant to marry her, why hadn't he done so before and avoided this break of hers. If she belonged to'the "other class" at heart, why hadn't he discovered it before, that is, before he felt this interest In her. He did not like to take Marguerite on the level of other women for whom he could follow out Tiis fancy. He reallv could not think of her as being or coming to be like this girl Sona day. Bewitching girl that I Quick as a flash and not easy to get hold of bewitch ing 1 almost worth chasing, but Marguerite! Marguerite growing like that I Marguerite gaining the experience which alone would so equip a woman with such provocative fascination. An impulse to hasten at once to her and take her authoritatively away from such contamination seized him, an impulse which he promptly hooted down. The girl had taken the step of herself, he &x iifiiir 3u VJ i ft W-Jt- He Tried to Dissuade Marguerite. CHAPTER IL IIENIiOYD IIRETON-. Mrs. Granite gave a little sob and put her handkerchief to her eyes. "Ah Mr. Bre ton," she nid, "what you say is true. Wo tried to dissuade Marguerite. Bather would I have worked my fingers to the bone, but she would. She is so brave and energetic" Henroyd Breton paced the floer, a heavy scowl on his face. He glanced at Mrs. Granite's prettily gowned figure, and the old-fashioned diamond rings on the fingers which she was ready to work to the bone. Then he said shortly: "Mrs. Granite, I will confess I am interested, deeply interested in your daughter, and I trust mv alarm for her welfare in her present position will not be regarded as impertinent." "Vou! my dear husband's dearest friend! Oh, Mr. Breton, how often have I heard him say if a man like Henroyd Breton but ," and Mrs. Granite gurcled into in- would give himself a good chance to see what it meant. He wouldn't at his time of life make a fool of himself and marry a woman to keep her away from others. If others could get her they were welcome,and he'd take his chances at her himself if he happened to feel like it, and but, devil take it, he couldn t think ot .Marguerite so, andhe could not hoot down the impulse to get her in time and save her. Save her! as if any woman could be saved from finding her own level when she once shakes off the shackles of restraint and is free to seek that level. As if any woman ever felt below the level of her soul, bah! As if any woman who needed "saving" as worth saving. The impulse that had di rected this girl to the stage doubtless signi fied a nature framed to assimilate the evil there. All alike! All! Where would the company be this time of year? He bought a dramatic paper from the stand in the sta tion at Chicago. On the first page glared a plump-chestea tragedian, ma feet upon the neck of a supe, the heels of the supe being in sudden perspective. Page two was de Toted to an account of said tragedian and gossip about other tragedians, etc He ran down the K's. "Katie Fly," Osh ko6h, November 1; "Kicked Out" company; "Korkers Flip-Flap Company;" "Kite's Opera Flyers." Not there! Then he tried the It's. "Itapid Transit Co." "Rainbow Bnrlcsquers;" "Bent Asunder Co.;" "Bice Pudding Burlesque;" "Robert Kildare." Ah! "Washington" 3 week." Besides he would not mind a glimpse or Sonaday. from a sudden 'shock speaks with unthink ing candor. "What a mockery it would have been had my coming "he shuddered and glanced oyer the bank down to the tumbling water. Daisy shuddered, too. Then, finding his eyes upon her, fixed in aglare of tenderness, she fell into sudden embarrassment and made a faint move as if to go, at which Kil dare vocalized a single breath into a-sort of sob, wrung from the depths of his soul, and catching her two hands, kissed them one after the other. "Don't be frightened, darling. Think! I nearly lost you a moment ago." Daisy's wild-eyed look of questioning be came a fixed stare which he met with one of burning tenderness. "Don't be afraid. I have been startled into speaking more abruptly than I should, and my gentle little girl is lnghtcned. See, dearl 1 will begin as l should as X iol lowed you to do." "What was it made you follow me?" Daisy asked, piteonsly, catching at what she understood, and remembering that for no reason in the world of which she knew would the star follow her anywhere unless to speak of some fault in her playing. "Have have I done anything wrong?" "What a baby it is!" "Then he went on with soothing inflection. "I followed you because I wanted to see you and talk to you alone." "Oh, dear what.for?" "The deuce!" ejaculated Kildare with unconscious truth. He had been hunting for a match and found himself without one. To Daisy the remark was so irrelevant that her ear failed to catch it, especially as Kil dare went on as if he had not spoken. "Marguerite, try to forget for once that I am your employer your star. Why, child, from the first moment I saw you I knew you for a sympatica. I knew we could help each other care tor cacn other. ; Poor Daisy, almost crying with distress, here broke in tremulously: "Indeed, in deed; I don't understand you." Kildare seemed to reflect a moment, then he went on: "Little one, have you not lived long enough to learn that no one can alone reach happiness?" His artist soul was stirred at the uncon scious pathos of the girl's innocent per plexity. When was ever a woman seen on the stage who would listen like that hands clasped, head lifted and eyes steady, despite tremulous, half-parted lips; but his words flowed smoothly. "How more than THE CAPE COD FOLKS. Bill Nye Buns Up to Cohasset From Bis Skyland Thought Works. HE HOBNOBS WITH THE GREAT. Social Calls Upon Cleveland, Booth, Jeffer son and Bobson. TMILLING IOTERYIEV7 WITH A BBAE CHAPTER HX Come, Isf Get to Work! coherency then depreciatingly, "I assure von, Marguerite is well cared for. Mr. Kildare i very kind to l.cr." "Mr. Kildare be hanged! I beg your pardon!" "And there is a young lady with the troupe who was with Marguerite at the Dramatic whool." "A fine recommendation!" "A very lovely young lady of whom Mar guerite thinks a'grent deal, Miss Sonaday." Breton stopped his walk. "Sonaday Freda Sonaday?" "Yes, Marguerite writes of her xs Freda." "Humph! A young woman whom I met last August with a partv on the Casino roof; a j oung lady v ho with a turn of hor eyes and a laugh, gave me permission to call, at that first meeting. Oh, a very charming girl very but " "I am sure it is not the same lady," said Mrs. Granite undisturbed. "This lady must be quite proper or Marguerite would never like her so much. They are together all the time." Breton ground his teeth "all the time." Marguerite! The child he had seen grow from sweet, solemn-eyed babyhood Into the charm ot later years, dragged around to Casino roofs and getting used to it getting used to it! He spoke gravely: "Had I been here at the unfortunate time of your daugh ter's decision I should have endeavored to influence vou against permitting it As it is, may I beg your authority to render Miss Urauitc such protection as she may be in clined to permit, should my duties happen to take me where her company may be play ing?" "Oh, dear, yes!-aud a mother's gratitude on your head! It you only had been here, dear Mr. Breton, things might have been lar different but " and again Mrs. Granite gurgled into incoherency. "On the ktagel On the stage!" Breton rammed his hands into his pookets and shrugged himself impatiently as he strode to the station. What an infernal thing to happen. Matters had been bad enough as they were thinking to marry a girflike that of no family and no money not that he had decided to marry her. He knew his family didn't expect him to marry unless he secured a fortune bv so doing. It was LET MB HELP TOTT. A breakdown near Niagara. The train was run off on a side track and word went through the cars that no start would be made for a couple of hours. "Lucky it's Sunday night," Kildare said, shaking himself into his heavy coat. "Come, Bird, we will take a look at the falls. " The girl's face was white. . "Isn't it rather a walk?" she asked faintly. "If you are going to whine about it " "No, Bob" Kildare looked gloomily down on her. The contrast between the two was striking. Possibly her frail, childish face appealed to him from its very lack of color and beauty, for he said with a change to gentleness: "Likely it is far. You stay here and keep quiet th"ere! I'll wrap you up." After tucking the Tobes about her, he patted her cheek, and, turning up his great collar. said "Goodby, Baby," and left. His last inflection was half caressing, half mocking. Bird lay still, where he had left her, on the couch in the little private saloon at the end of the parlor car. The place was packed with traveling cases, rugs, shawls, a big open box of cut flowers lay on the seat op posite, and filled the close air with heavy perfume, a small dog curled in a basket oil the floor, and a half closed hamper showed tissue paper wrapped packages, and fresh fruit. Presently Bird lifted her left hand, a thin white hand, tho nails manicured care fully. Each finger was ringed. On the fourth finger were two pearls and a large turquoise. The veins along the back of the hand were almost as blue. Bird traced them idly with a finger of her right hand, then began slowly turning the stones of her rings toward her palm. As the plain gold circles showed on her fourth finger her eyes shadowed. She pulled oil all the rincs from her left hand, except one, and this one had the jewel toward the palm of her fourth finger. She looked at her hand, bared save this one band of plain gold, and, while a smile touched her lips into a new sadness, the tears rolled down her cheeks. To check herself she turned her palm that she mitrht see the stone the plain band held, but at sight of the pearl she began to sob, and so, with the back of her wrist against her close drawn lips, and her hand clenched, she lay crying, while the loose lot of scattered jewels gleamed in the folds of the rug. Meanwhile, Kildare walked briskly up the track. As he neared tho bridge span ning the rapids he sprung down the nank to continue his tramp along the clift The sun was cleaving through dull orange and red clouds, low at the west, and a ruddy glow suffused everything, ., turning the high lights ot the snow to a pink and giving the railing along the cliff a bronze edge. A little way down the rapids two girls leaned over the rail. Kildare looked at them curi ously. One spoke and her voice reached him. "I'm getting the horrors, Daisy; I'll go. nacic to ine train, jno reason wny you shouldn't stay, only don't get left." "Freda," said Kildare to himself, im patiently, watching her as she swung up the crisp path. The look that followed her was not a pleasant one. Her freedom of movement, the well-poised grace of her run up the bank to the track, the flash of her red Tam, and the gleam her brown hair took in the slanting orange light, all irri tated him. Daisy? So the other girl was Miss Granite. He looked at Marguerite's figure discontentedly and then again after Freda. "Wish it had been the other way," he grumbled, and strode briskly toward Mar guerite. At the crunching of the snow behind her she turned with a cry, and receding came heavily against the unsteadv railing. Kil dare, with a hoarse exclamation, sprung for ward and caught her in his arm. Then, re moving his cigar, made an exclamation un der his breath. "I you I didn't know who It was," stammered Daisy. Kildare did not heed her move to with draw from his hold, but, with one arm still about her, and feeling he had made a fine start, he leaned heavily upon the rail. "I thought you were going over," he ex plained; "it turned me ill for a moment." "Daisy's eyes widened, and she made a quick move as if to support him. "I followed you here," he went on, bluntly, as does a man who in the reaction jS f i Hj 1 ilMiMWfc J .Y.,W' , tf-Siu'iwift What Made You Follow Met true this is of us of you and of me; both working at the same elusive art, both need ing help and sympathy, as only we of this life can need it. Come to me, "Marguerite. Let me help you." "Oh! how good you are," cried Daisy, the tears in her eyes falling suddenly to make way for the happiness that sprung into her face. "How good you are! I do get dis couraged, though I try so hard. Sometimes I have felt like giving up. I never dared hope anyone like you would help me. If you only will, I shall improve so fast. I shall not bother ysu much. Kildaie was somewhat staggered, but ope way to a woman's confidence is as good as another. "Help you? We will help each other. Side by tiide we will conquer art, side bv side we "shall be recognized. Daisy's face fell. "Side by side." A pale face with wistful eyes rose before her, the face of the little "leading lady, Miss EUnine. She faltered the name, and Kil dare was for a moment dashed. "She is your leading lady, and, anyhow, I am far too stupid." At tliis he gathered himself. "Bird poor little Bird." He spoke gently, as one speaks of a tenderly regarded invalid. "She has no strength, "no power. You can see that," and he lifted his eye brows, while a smile of commiserative kindliness softened the lines about his mouth. "Bird is all very well in these light things I am doing now, but as I mount in my art I must leave Bird I cannot de pend on her." Daisy choked. She had understood that the star and the little, pale leading lady were matrimonially engaged. Besides, even if the reported betrothal were not true, somehow Bird's faded cheek and wan smile had made strong appeal to Daisy's sympathies. Daisy remembered her at school a chubby, light-hearted soubrette, and now her woman's soul was shocked at Kildare's easy dismissal of the matter. "Poor little Bird," he went on, "I think a great deal of her, and have tried to make her days brighter. They will not be many. I shall always be the friend I always have been to her." He shook his head, as if he had retired to commune with his own tender heart. Through the introspective unconsciousness of his expression shone what to Daisy seemed unmistakable sign of a feeling which must be genuine since it so betrayed itself while the man himself had. forgotten her presence. She dared not speak, but as his lace cleared to recognition of" herself, she felt all doubts melt away. Her confidence in all things good sprung joyfully to her heart and belief in his integrity "became a conviction. "I shall always feel kindly to tho little girl," Kildare went on, ''but I cannot bhackle my artist freedom with -her in capacity. It is for you to stand by me." Again Daisy's gentle heart turned toward Bird. She remembered the dog-like look of devotion with which those sad brown eyes often followed Kildare. Her woman's sym pathy was quick to realize the pain another woman might find in loving and again she she said: "But but," and again "Kildare understood. "I suppose so,'" he sighed, shaking his head as if to himself. "No one was ever kind to her but me. Yet, my Marguerite, hers is a shallow nature. A pet loves the hand that feeds it I shall always be all I can to her, but my work must go on, and I must have help. "Help?" Daisy's breath came fast "The help ot a strong, loyal woman's nature. A nature like yours. ' To you I come. We can stand side by side and work together." "What do you want mc to do?" On his own account, Kildare a desire to laugh. As an artist he was filled with ad miration. He laid his hand over hers, as itlay on the railing, and his voice athrill with passion and earnestness, the voice he used in the third act, he said, bending his head that he might speak more softly: "Daisy, I have never before turned, to a woman as I turn to you now. Let your gen tle heart speak for mc." She moved back aud lifted her earnest feyes to his. Then, with infinite pity and regret in her voice, and a pink flush rising iroin throat to brow, she spoke: fc orgive mc, you are so good so kind! But but I don't love you. Indeed, indeed, I don't at all." Kildare was almost moved. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her. "Oh, please don't," she sobbed; "please don't! it is all so sudden. I I will try to love you, but I Ian't all at once." "How long must I wait?" he begged. She laid her hand against his to push him. backj and spoke with a new and very sweet dignity: "I cannot promise to be your wife till I am sure I love you well enough to make it right" 3b Be Continued Next Sunday. Copyrighted, 1891, by the Autwrr't AUlanos. CCOBHISrONDENCE Or TUX DISPATCH. CArE Cod, Mass., Aug. 20. Marvelous are the ways of travel in these days, and how little sympathy is given to the tale of the tired old "tie wig" of other times who moans over the loss of "them good old days." So far as I am concerned, he is welcome to his good old days. I, too, have tasted of the times when travel was free from conventionality and coal dust, but I do not pine for the return of those days. I can recall the days when our family clothed itself from the wool of their own slender flock, and when my mother cut out my clothes by means of a pruning knife. People who criticise my appearance now should have cast their eyes over me then. But look now at the swift and beautiful schedules of our vast railway systems, grid ironing, as I may say, the great and pros perous land. Everywhere, too, new pleasure aud health resorts are springing up. From Bar Harbor to St. Augustine, the entire Atlantic coast is fringed with beautiful seaside cottages and taverns for the rich, the middle-sized rich, and even those who can afford only a day or two by the side of the old smelling sea. HE ARRIVED WITHOUT CHAXOE. I started a few weeks ago from mv North Carolina retreat, and in 24 enjoyable hours was in New York without change. It was not the first time I had found myself in New York without change, and by a recent ar rangement the Pennsylvania Bailroad which, by the way, I have always regarded as one of our most talented and gifted roads has established a sleeping car sorvice, by means of which, without change, tho New Yorker mav, inside of 24 hours, find him self in the high and healthful hills of Western North Carolina with an appetite certainly out of proportion to his income. Reversing this order, I came up on a train, arriving at Jersey City at 4:30. I then walked on board a Fall River boat at fl:."0, on whose decks as I arrived a delight ful band was plaving "See the Conquering Hero Comes." Hastily doffing mv dapper little speckled straw hat, I placed in charge of the steward, Mr. David Washington, a large watermelon, which I had hurriedly bought and concealed in a shawl strap, and, going forward, was soon seen chatting gayly with a bunko man, who said that he had often bean delighted by my rare genius and such things as that. He was a man, too, whom I do not remember ever to have saw before nor since. How many new acquaint ances one may pick up about New York if be shows a pleased and joyous nature. LIKE A COUNTBT HOUSE IJf TOWN. New York is about eight sizes too large for mc I sometimes think. Cohasset is more my size. Large towns make me shy and snort like a grass-fed elderly farm horse at the Fall of Babylon fireworks. Inferior people notice me with scorn in New York and comment on mv sylvan methods, but up here associating with Mr. Cleveland and Herr Joseph Jefferson and Mr. Booth and Mr. Gilder and Mr. Robson, all of whom are Bturdy woodsmen, raising their own vegetables at enormous expense, I feel less skittish. Mr. Jefferson said: you are safe. There is Buzzard's Bay." So we took passage on the Why? a new steam yacht which Mr. Robson is having repaired most of the time, he says, for the rare exhilaration afforded by knowing that he has a nice yacht at the paint shop or tho plumber's "just getting the finishing touches put on it" He claims that a yacht most always needs something done to it to morrow, and then it takes a day or two for the paint to dry, and then you suddenly look at your watch and find that the sum mer is gone and work begun. Is it not so generally in this life? Oh, how often I sometimes think that terrapin and Johannis berger go with insomnia, while health and hunger often go with low spirited bread and prune sauce. "PINING FOR THE LONG AGO. Oh, take me back, I often cry at night, as the soft winds moan through the costly laces of my casement; take me back and lay Jefferson and-Cleveland homes. Deer are plenty, and we ran upon a bear while out walking. "Hist!" said Charles. "I will creep up on him." I said why not go home and spend the evening pleasantly at bac carat? Why kill, perhaps, a parent bear whose little ones might come to want? NYE THOUGHT BEST TO LEAVE. At this I started toward the house, deftly nounuing over a sassairas Dusn ana carrom ing on a tree by means of my head. At that moment the crack of Charley's rifle rang out through the gathering twilight. I saw the head of the low, coarse brute droop and fall from the log over which it had been peering. Then we all rushed forward to see him, though I hung back a little, being only a guest, of course, and so a little reticent, also remembering, too, that onoofmy an cestors who once went up to take the tem perature ot a wounded bear never came home any more, though over 100 years have now crept slowly by, Lorena. When we got there we saw that the bear was dead. We also saw a string a long, white string attached to the bear and leading off toward a large tree. It was attached to Thomas A JERSEY PARADISE. Cozy, Eural Ketreat Amanda M. Dong las Selects for Her Outing. IT IS YERT EASY OP ACCESS. All the Delights of the Frontier Within an Honr of Ifew York. THE PLEASURES THE PLACE OPPEES c..'Z-KiFzmjzjs ,. v it xgBg-o- I Bounded Away. "Come up. Here not a bunko man on Jefferson also. The bear was a taxidermed rug, which the reader may see at the home of Mr. Jefferson on a still day. Several present laughed at this. I lautrhed with them, but it was like the hol low and simulated mirth of a man who has a bright little son of his own, but who is compelled to laugh at the humorous re marks of another boy as given by his father. THE CLICK OP THE KODAK. Buzzard's Bay is destined to be a very prosperous and well-known locality possi bly too much so to please those who have gone there to make a quiet home. While mc sat on Mr. Jefferson s porch several car riages were driven in over the private drive, came up timidly, turned so that the occu pants could get a good view of the group, a kodak lunch box clicked, then they drove reluctantly away. At such times it was amusing to see Mr. Booth and Mr. Jefferson apparently take it for granted that they were the objects of the visitors' curiosity. I allowed them to think so. They still think so. Mrs. Cleveland called at the Jefferson hope while I was there. She seemed to think that I was a good deal younger man than she had expected to see. This will help Mr. Cleveland very much in the com ing campaign. People who find me much younger and more attractive than they had been led to believe will always find in me a stanch friend. Mrs. Cleveland also looks more younger, brighter and more charming than I had ex pected even to find her. She still shows the same elasticity of step and straightforward glance of sincere and unstudied welcome that made her the first lady in the land. In closing, I may add that whatever Mrs. Cleveland's age may be, she doesn't look it by at least a year and a half. Bill Nye. EXPERIMENTING IN THE LYMPH. ins Old-Time Clothes. me once more across my mother's knee as of yore, only taking care to have me placed the other side up. Charles Jefferson was the pioneer of Buz zard's Bay. He bought at 532 per acre what is now selling bv the front foot alons the beautiful waters of Buttermilk Bay, I think it is, an arm of Buzzard's Bay, and now one may see at eventide the hale and sleek Charles, gloating over his ill-gotten gains, while near by is the hospitable roof of his father's cheery house on one side and the pretty cottages of Tom and Mr. Jefferson's sister Conny on the other. I was surprised to find Mr. Booth's health so good and his endurance so great. He listened to an entire play of mine and then walked two or three miles. He said he did not mind to walk after hearing the play. There is more humor about Mr. Booth than I thought after seeing him as Hamlet. Sam let, he says, does not give him much chance that way. I have offered to brighten np Hamlet for him on a royalty and he is going to think it over for a few weeks. As I wrang his hand at parting he said he might not do it the coming season and possibly not the season after, 'so I will have plenty of time to do it in a satisfactory way. BOOTH AND JEFFERSON AS nOSTS. Mr. Booth, I have no doubt, is reserved and quiet with "strangers, and on short acquaintance does not seek to be the life of the partVj but when he is among old friends he is at his best, and his fine eyes often twinkle in a way to make you forget tho Cordelia afiair and the bad break made by Hamlet's mother. Mr. Jefferson is a good host because-he is not a host at all. He does not restrain vou by taking you in charge constantly. His air is that of one who gives you the key to the premises and then says help yourself. The etiquette of being a host cannot be learned from books or bought with money. Kindliness of heart and unselfishness of purpose are the spinal column of hospital, lty. With them fried mush and molasses are toothsome, and without them magnifi cence is misery and pomp and pie are power less. Good hunting and fishing occur near the Pittsburg Doctors Buy Lots ot It, but Are Cautious About Results. 8ince the papers have thrown Kooh's cure over the rail it might be supposed that it was abandoned, says Lucius Einholl, traveler for a large wholesale drug firm, in the St Louis Globe-Democrat. It is really gaining a foothold among the medical pro lession only since the papers dropped it. My firm is importing the lymph importing it in large quantities, and. I am selling it daily all over the country. I sell in quan tities large in proportion to its value. You must remember that an ordinary beer bottle full of it is worth about S2J,000. You may see it can not be used as a beverage. To tell the truth, almost every physician in the country, who does anything in the wayJ oi original re&earcu or experimentation, is now quietly testing this lymph in his own private practice. I have just returned from Pittsburg, where I talked with 13 doctors who had been trying it in the last three months on from 1 to 18 patients, the latter number oc curing in the practice of a specialist in pulmonary diseases. I cannot get from them definite statements of their verdict as to its value. The ludicrous uproar and hubbub over its first appearance made them extremely cautious in this particular. They seem to think it worth carrying on extended experiments w ith, since the firm which I represent is sending out weekly something over ?10, 000 worth of the precious fluid. I have heard some very good reports of its use, and I should not be at all surprised if next winter should witness a renewal of the the excitement over the remedy, but in a entirely different way. The very silence that the best physicians maintain convinces mc of this. BTEAIINQ THE RUSSIAN CEOWN. rcOBBXSFOXDEXCE OT THE DISPATCH.! Bellevtlle to Aquackanonck.N. J., Aug. 19. "I know a bank where " "But I am not in search of wild thyme," says the scribe, austerely. "If you know of poppy and mandragoraand the arts that make medicine sleep, or that happy place where there are no mountains to climb, no piano, no band, no hops, no changing of gowns, no clatter of waiters, but only the soft silence that heals the blows of tho too busy world, incessantly hammering out ideas, improve ments, discoveries, fashions " "Come with me," says the Queen, "I will show you that place." The days will be as long as the days of your childhood, the nights filled with enchanting slumber. The ambitious hurrying world has not in vaded it For 200 years and more it has been serenely indifferent to the march of improvement. It may date back to the dis persion at Babel, where every man went out to grow up with his own language and his own country. It is a little nook in New Jersey." . The Queen flares up. She is a true blue Jersey woman. Her ancestors did not come over in the Mayflower for the same reason the Scotch woman gave for the Gordons not being saved in the Ark they had a boat of their own. PATEIOTIC TO THE COEE. They were among the old lords, proprie tors of the State; they wintered at Valley Forge, they gave freely of their small treas ures aud their lives that their children might have a country. When you look at the Queen you believe at once in reincarna tion. She has seen so much, she knows so many things, her hair is so golden above her smooth, young brow. She is proud of her country and her native State. "Good!" The accent is withering. "Are we not tourist and boarder-ridden from one end of the State to the other? From Am boy to Cape May they bathe, promenade, flirt and dance. You find them and their Alpenstocks from Eagle Rock, viewing Trinity Church and Brooklyn bridge, and then climbing on and on. There are hills and mountains, wildernesses for camping, hunting and fishing. There is the beautiful Delaware on one side, the ocean and the Hudson on the other. There are lakes and rivers " . "It is not to be a tramp. If yon can prom ise the sleep," says the scribe. "And it must not be ten miles from a lemon or civ ilization." "It is the land where it is 'always after noon.' No one hurries, there is plenty of time. No one worries, there la nothing worth worrying about People go on in terminably, they have such a confirmed One of tho Bobber Died Under tbe Knout and Another Went to Siberia. Philadelphia Press. Several attempts have been made to steal the Russian crown from its repose in the Kremlin.at Moscow. The latest was in the reign of the Emperor Nicholas, about the beginning of the Crimean war. A grand master of the court named De Stackclberg wus bum iu ue ill mu lieau ui ine conspiracy. The actual robbers, two young men of good families in -Moscow, had obtained access to the repository of the precious treasure, when accidentally detected by a sentinel. They were captured and imprisoned They confessed that De Stackclberg had supplied them with information as to the locality of the crown jewels, and how to ob tain access to them, and that the intention was to break up the crown, and dispose of the jjold in Europe, and the gems, so far as possible, in Egypt and other Oriental coun tries. Grinevitch, tho one who had taken the more active part in the attempted rob bery, died under the knout; Zakharjevski, the other robber, was banished to farther Siberia. De Stackelberg protested hi inno cence, and there being no evidence against him, other than the confession of the crimi nals, he was dismissed from his post at court, but not otherwise punished. THE BUTCHER OF CHINA. As Fork Is All He Has to Deal With Ha Gets to Bo Very Expert. The principal article of meat diet with the Chinese is pork. It is to them what beef is to the true son of Albion's isle. The Chinese butcher, having only the one species of animal on which to exercise his strill, has become by practice a hog anato mist in the full sense of the word. A fat porker as soon as it is placed on the block in a retail Chinese butcher shop is scientifi cally ridof all its bones. The carcass is ex pertly cut into strips, so that every custo mer gets an equal quantity of fat and lean with Mb purchase. It is sold salted, smoked or roasted ready for eating. It is also smeared with nut oil and dis posed of in a semi-dried state. The hungry celestial is frequently to be seen investing a 6-cent piece in a large strip of roasted pork, which he eats with every evidence of satisfactory relish as he Etrolls along the street habit of living. "But mosquitos " "There are nets. In countries where there are no mosquitos and no nets the flies awake you at 4 in the morning. Indeed, like eternal justice, they never sleep." "Arise, let us go." 6n THE WAT TO PABADISE. Belleville is not difficult of access, even if it is primitive. We alight at Essex, the northern end. A fine young colored man and brother with mixed Italian and Hebrew features and confessedly Indian blood, loofcs after the luggage. There is no hack. We plunge into a country road with a trodden path almost lost in grassy ways. Trees branoh overhead, a few shining with cher ries and stray robins eyeing them critically. For a quick discoverer of the largest and loveliest strawberry and the ripest side of a cherry commend me to Robin. The manner in which he tips his head and winks at you suggests that if you out-general him you must rise early in the morning to go in search of wisdom. Friendly blackberry sprays reach out cordial hands, alders with their creamy blossoms, a tangle of shrubs and oh, a thicket of wild roses hardly yet budded. The road rises up over a hill, but we turn, pass a strip of woods, and here is the house in the midst of a great level place, with hills up back of us, and down below houses enough for safety. A four-gabled house with wide porches and vines running up to a bal6ony swinging out under the eaves, spacious rooms and high ceilings, a honse built in the swell times before Black Fri day, when money was no object AWAY FBOM THE HAUNTS OF MEN. A spacious room, matted, not over crowded, refreshingly free from placques, banners, scarfs and fancy needlework. An immense jar of flowers, fern leaves, grasses and ends of scarlet maple that look like bloom itself. A country sweetness per vades the air. Out of doors great beds of spice pinks. You think of lavender and rosemary. There is a rustling in the leaves and the wood robins are singing their tender plaintive early eveninir sons Ah, how sweet, how peaceful! We' might be miles away irom the haunts of men. After supper the Patriarch comes out on the porch and smokes his pipe. We three sit in the hammock and swing slowly. The Patriarch is past 80, hale and hearty, with snowy beard and pink cheeks. What mar vels he remembers! Leaving his father's farm in Morris county he went to New York to learn a trade when but 16. Canal street was a skating pond in winter. Cen tral Park was country wild. "Greenidge" village was farms and gardens and the aris tocrats lived downtown, and not infre quently took their tea out on the front stoop in the warm evenings. The Battery was a promenaae lor lovers. When he walked out to Newark to see his relatives the ferriage and the toll over the bridges cost him 17 cents. Newark was a primitive town with no railroads. They were flouted and laughed at in those days. People had not even learned how to burn coal. AIK THAT MAKES ONE SLEEP. And the lovely tranquil air! Is it ozone or poppy or mandragora? For we sleep and sleep. Never were there snch nights out of childhood. We go downtown for our letters, the primitive method of ob taining them. For even he're there is a downtown. The river side was once the aristocratic part Here are mansions from 60 to 100 years old, and quaint little base ment cottages, with only a half story above the parlor. Here in the old Van Rensse laer mansion have gathered the elite of the surrounding towns, "beauty and chivalry" as well as in Byron's time. Statesmen and judges, the ladies and gentleman of the olden formal world. Sons and daughters have gone out and reared new altars and new families, and the glory has departed. Years ago it was turned into a hotel. Qniet elderly, people came and spent their summers and drove leisurely around the beautiful winding ways. Its wide arching stately trees remain to keep it company. Then " Here just above is the old burying ground with epitaphs of primitive poetry and the more modern well kept plots. Two churches of ancient lineageyfront on Main street The vines and old trees cling loving ly to the soil. TOO DELIGHTFUL TO HEAD. One source of amusement is a little one horse car, in which you ride from the Mid land bridge to Essex for a penny. The ave nue is broad and finely kept, the main driveway to the county line. We alight and stroll up Joralemon's lane and come to a lovely bit of woods, carpeted with vel vety turf and mosses. A brook babbles down in the hollow. "We sit on a fallen tree trunk and take out our books, but can we read? The sun Is sifted down in golden grains and tremulous waves of changeful green. The crickets chirp through the full octave. There Is the chirr of the grasshop per as he gives a long leap. A blue marten makes a ripple from tree to tree and answers his mate. There is one swift dazzle of a firebird, and we hold our breath. The cuckoo is calling she has laid an egg in some neighbor's nest Two or three eat birds snarl for a while. Then one breaks out into song. Did you ever hear a cat-bird really sing? If not, there is one delight still left This is one of the birds that should be made to sing, but how, the old adage doth not ex plain. It is a thrill of exquisite melody. A fexr squirrels stare at you with beady eyes, aud chatter. Will they be able to remember when game laws expire? The trees cast translucent shadows, now purple, now silvery, now touched up with pale gold tints that would madden an artist "We might be in the woods at Lake George," says Nan, "it is all so solemnly still, so weirdly beautiful! And in an hour's time we could be in New York squandering our money do you realize that?" "Don't," entreats the scribe. THE BEAUTIFS OF THE 'WOODS. We go home laden with wild flowers. Groat spikes of Solomon's Seal in waxen snowincss, and the pinkish lilac wild geranium with its silken soft leaves. We hunt up a few belated violets, and oh! here are wild roses in their virgina.l time, just unfolding. Great clusters of honey lucust shake outtheir sweetness. Ah, what trophies! The house is perfumed with them. After dinner we settle ourselves in the most spacious of hammocks with high ends full of cushions, slatted and mattrassed so you do not sag in the middle. The scribe turnB poetical and scribbles on the cover of her book. There is the luxury of drows ing with not a fly to crawl over you, not an insect to mar your peace. On this ex quisite stillness comes n crushing, rumbling sound. Nan springs out and tfiea to the window. "What is it?" asks the scribe. Once there was the rumble of an earthquake even here. "A wagon is going past. There must surely be a riot in the town!" We consider the painful possibility. NEW JEESEV'S OLD COPPER MINE. The patriarch takes us ont driving with his gentle Betty. We visit the ruins of the old copper works. Certainly a ruin is not to be had everywhere. Here are the black ened and weather-beaten print works. .burned long ago. Second river runs blithely along, purling over its very pebbly bottom. On the other shore there is "a hum of busi ness, iron and steel works, but we leave them behind and meander through country I Mfays. Here and there a magnificent old tree, some faded old houses that were once red. Fields of corn, of oats and rye. We alight at the quaint little mushroom sta tion called Soho and sit on the bench built around a great tree with the thatch over our heads, and half persuade ourselves we are waiting to go to Greenwood Lake. The train goes by without us. We take Bloom field and Montclair instead. What a wealth of pretty houses and gardens, of stately houses set on dainty hills and emerald lawns and foliage beds! But it is sweet to come back to our own wild roses. From our own observatory we take ex tensive views. The Passaic threads its way in and out. That hive of industry belpw is Newark. Those long brick rows and that immensely high chimney belong to the thready works. There is a vague, half-hidden bridge over which cars are winding. THE HOME OF PHIL KAP.NEY. That suggestive mansion peeping out from the trees was the home of a brave soldier and his beautiful wife. When the alarum sounded, dashing, impetuous Phil Karnev, with one empty coat sleeve, went to h'is country's defense as bravely as many a man with two good arms. Wheh the glad notes of peace sounded he had gone over to the great, silent majority. There were heroes in those days, more than a quarter of a cent ury ago. Here flies out a flag among the greenery. This rural inviting place is the Soldiers' Home. This high picturesque bluff with the end ot a bridge is Arlington. Over yon der are wooded hills and farming lands. Here is a great level the field of the cloth of gold. The wind makes great billows across it, and ere long the sickle will de spoil it You see Newark bay. Trinity Church, Brooklyn bridge, and, with a glass, Staten Island and the Narrows. Turning westward the long range of bluish verdure covered hills rise higher and higher, a spur of the long mountain range extending from Georgia to Maine. And up among their northern peaks you may find as queer, strongly marked people as Charles Egbert Craddock found in the Tennessee Mountains, living among slate, limestone and iron mines. the pleasup.es of fabminq. Opposite our House Comfortable is a great clover field such as one rarely sees in these degenerate days,-so says the Patriarch. Ah, tbe sweetness of its purplish pink and crimson bloom. Here and there a handful of daisies in cold and white coquet with the great clover "heads. One afternoon there is the sound of the mower whettinsr his sevthe. the long swish, swishl We do not look on to see the array of blossomy people go to their doom. Our hearts would break. When the dew begins to fall we are steeped in fra grance. Our very pillows are drenched with it. Ah, will it pay for to-morrow's stubble? The Patriarch has a small oat field and we go out "to see oats cradled in the old fashioned way of CO years agonc. And Here is his square of buckwheat bloom, swarm ing with bees. The clusters of whito on the red stems would do credit to a bit of painting. We have sheaves of oats nod ding goldenly, and there are the little hay cocks, monuments of former beauty. And now it is wild roses. We bring thera home in all their silken soft delicacy. Palest pink, large transparent, deeper pink, rarest roses, and such baby buds that open with a smile in the bowls and jugs of water. Ah, what hand ever does their delicate beauty justice! WELSH HOME RULE. Details of the Bill Kecently Intro duced and the Peeling on It. WHAT THE LAST CENSUS SHOWS. The Campaign of 1892 Will Be Waged Upon Disestablishment DEATH OP THE RET. OWEN TH01L13 tCOItRESrOSDEXCE OF TnE DISPATCH. CAiwrABVos, Walzs, Aug. 12. In the homo rule bill, introduced into Parliament by air. h Alfred Thomas, M. 1., and backed by other members of the advanced section of repre sentatives of Wales, a definite form and snb- stance has been given to the political aspira tions of the Cymry. In the first place tha bill provides for the appointment o'a Secre tary of State for Wales, to whom would ba transferred the jurisdiction of the Local Government Board, the Commissioners of Woods and Forests and the Charity Com missioners, and he would take over from the Lord Chancellor the nomination of magistrates, to bo selected from lists furn ished by the County and Borough Councils A Welsh Education Department is also pro posed, to put an end to tbo present system of governing the schools of Wales from Lon don. Probably th most important feature of bill is the provision for a National Council. This council would be specially concerned in watching over the interests of tho indus trial population of Wales, and nmon;r other things it would have to inquire into tha management of Crown lands and minerals, allotments, and the housing of the working classes. The bill also authorizes the Insti tution of a Welsh University, to which would be affiliated the College? of Aberyst witu, Bangor and Cardiff; the establishment of a Welsh National 3Iu5eum, drawing tha nucleus of a collection from objects of in terest relating to Wales, which are at pres seut deposited in tho Iiritish Museum; and to deal with and pass all bills relating to harbors, piers, railways, tramwavs and cognate matters. By one section ot the press the bill is described;. as "very small potatoes," but despite this it may xafely ba said that it is by far the most comprehensive Wel3U bill ever brought into Parliament, and its very introduction marks a new era in the history of tho Welsh national move ment. The ComIn General Election. The recent speech of Mr. Balfour, in which he intimated that the next general election would in all probability be fought in tha courso of the next year, has roused both political parties to action, and "resistor" and "organ izu"aro tho orders of the day. In Wales, as in other portions of the King dom, preparations for the coming fight ara being actively pushed on, and Indications are not wanting that the general election of WB will prove to be one of the most hotly contested of modern times. The Conserva tives experience some difficulty in rinding candidates to contest Anglesey and North and South Carnarvonshire against the sitting members, Messrs. T. lLewis,. J. Bryn-Koto-erts and William ltathbone. It is announced that Mr. Morgan iloj d, Q. C, who formerly represented tho Anglesey Boroughs as a Liberal, is disposed to champion tho Union ist cause in tnat county. In ISsfJ the sitting member (Mr. T.P.Lewls) obtiiued a majority of 2Ut out of a poll of 7,US. The fiercest flgh t of all will be that in the Carnnrvon boroughs, whero Sir John H. Puleston, the present member for Devon port, seeks to oust Mr. Lloyd George, who was returned at n bye-clcction a couple of years ago. Sir John Puleston Is not un known in tho States, where he served on Governor Curtin's stalf in tho war. He was also President for many years of the St. David's society at Xew York. A close con test is anticipated m the Denbigh boroughs and also in East Denbighshire. In the latter constituency Mr. Osborne Morgan was re turned at the last election by a majority of 23 only, out ot a poll of 7,045, his opponent being Sir AVatkin ynn, "the Prince in Wales." So far as the Principality is con cerned the elections will probably be fought, not on tho Irish Home Itnle question, but that of the disestablishment of the English Church in Wales. The New Principal. The Council of the University College a Aberystwith is to be congratulated upon its selection of principal. Probably no worthier successor to Principal Edwards could be found at the present time than Pro- lessor T. F. Boherts, 31. A. Ha has a. higix reputation as a scholar, and has had a re markably successful career, both as student and professor. A police constable's son, he steadily worked his way from a villago school to the University College at Abervst with and thenco to Oxford. At tho are of 24 ho was elected Professor of Greek at Cardiff, and now, at the ago of 31, he suc ceeds to the principalstiip of the institution in which a few years ago ho won honors as a student. He is a member of tho Baptist connexion, and was a local preacher with that body at the early age of 15. During his stay at Cardiff he frequently occupied the pulpits of the different denominations in the neigh borhood. He is an ardent edncationalut, and has taken an active part in every move ment of recent years affecting the educa tional interests of the Principality. A Welsh Nationalist of the latest school, tbo national traditions which attach to Aberyst with are perfectly safe in his keeping, Welshmen will continue to watch with in terest the career of the young professor, and ho may bo nssnred of tbo best wishes of his fellow countrymen in his new and re sponsible post. JlOATIJfG OS THE BIVEB. The party widens out. One friend from Yale, an athlete and oarsman, drops down upon us, and we are inducted into the mys tery of shells and skifls and canoes and pulls and strokes. We go down to the pretty boathouse at Woodsidc, and sitting on the grassy banks watch the strife. "How a man dares to trust hiraselfin that narrow brown line with the merest little well far his body is a mystery to me," says the Scribe. But we all row,in the twilight, or float by shady suggestive banks. The midsummer fragrance is deeper, richer, with flavors of growing fruit, the silking out of corn, the nutty odors of balsams, the pungency of Wildgrape. It is early evening when we resume our boat. The sky is all a flare of crimson yellow, then pinky gold, then all the grays and lavenders, pale, green and blue, soft dun haze, coming to almost tint- less space, then kindling again with the blues. A suggestive darkness settles along the brooks and inlets. The moon comes up over to the eastward. Even( our "Bar Harbor friend admits it is a' perfect picture. Down we go to the soft sound of the oars. The boats are coming out. Athletes in shells and skiffs, canoes; costumes of blue and white or red. There is the sound of the guitar and flute and banjo. Shall we float on forever to land unknown shall we re-echo the cry of the Lotus Eaters? Ah, why Should life all labor bet Let us alone. Time driveth onward last. And tn a little while our lips are dumb. Amanda M. Douglas. The Census in Wales. The figures of tho recent census In Wale are not without Interest to Welshmen In other climes. Of the 12 Welsh counties no fewer than 9 show a decrease of population as compared with that of 18SL In the other three Denbighshire, Carmarthenshire and Glamorganshire there has been a consider able increase, especiallyin the lattcrconuty, which has now a population of 687,147. as against 511,433 ton years ngo. The popula- J tion of the whole of the 12 counties at tha ' present timo is 1,518,833, as against 1,362,993 in 1-81. Tho decrease in the nine counties is ' partly accounted for by emigration to tha ' United States, Australia and other quarters I of the globe, and partly to the emigration of ' largo numbers of workmen to the industrial centers of England. Tho town of Cardiff,1 with its contributary boroughs, h-is in. creased in population from 85,6-2 to 2!,153 ltf the ten years. It has now become tbe first coal export port in the world, and its Tf- marKauiegrowtmsone oi mo ieaturos the census results. One of the causes of tto decreased population in connties such hs Carnarvon, .Merioneth and Flint, which tro rich in mineral resources, is to be found In the shortsighted policy of the Crown tnd private I-mdlords in handicapping local en terprise by means of exorbitant royalties. Golf Will Displace Tennis. Heir Tort Tribune. Golf is the coming garnet There seems hardly a donbt of it. Tennis has had its day; it has reigned without a rival for the past 18 years as the game par excellence, and it is high time we had a change. Golf, ltke tennis, is simply the revival of an old game. It was played in the time of James L of England, under rules similar to those of the present day. The Late Hey. Owen Thoman. In tho death of the Rev. Owen Thomas D, D., of Liverpool, tho Calvinistic Methodist denomination has lost its foremostprencher, and in every qnartcr of tho globe in which the Welsh race Is settled, tho news of his death will be received with profound regret. The deceased divine was born at Holyhead, in Anglesey, in 1812, of pious and humble parents, and up to the age of early manhood lie worked as a stonemason. He began to preach at the ago of 22, and his services were boon in constant demand at preaching meet ings and at the annual associations of his denomination. For the last 40y ears he stood in tbe front rank of living preachers. A well deserved tributo to tho eloquence of the deceased -n as paid many years ago by Charles Dickens. The novelist was on u visit to Bangnr, Xorth Wales, when Dr. Thomas was preaching at tho Calvinistic Methodist Association held there. Without under standing a word of the sermon, Dickens saw that tho mnltitudo of 8,000 or 10,C00 persons were spell-bound by the preacher's words, and he observed that he knew of but few orators who could hold such a vast assembly together. T. K. Robsbts. WHEN 1NGALLS WAS OFT. His Illustration Regarding the Angelas Easily Turned Against Him. Boston Herald.J When Senator Ingalls said, in his recent address at Xew York, that it only required brains to paint "The Angelus," which sold for $100,000, and that no one else was pro hibited from painting it, he was trying to illustrate his point that any man could be a millionaire if he had the brains. As it hap- fiens, he could scarcely have chosen a mora allacious prop to his argument. Nobody doubts that the painter of that ficture had brains, but we presume nobody cligves that it was the painter who re ceived the sum which will De often quoted in the future as the nineteenth century's noble tribute to art. On the contrary, tha paltry hundreds he was paid have been too often named. 3Ir. Ingalls' remarks about brains are brilliant, but not sound.
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