fw; 12 THE CSBUIIG DISPATCH, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER lh, 1891.' . ' I" SZTv: m MSli "WRITTEN FOR BY ANNA KATHARINE GREEN, Author of "The Leavenworth Case," "Behind Closed Doors," "The Forsaken Inn," Etc., Etc. I was riding aloe? one antumn day through a certain wooded portion of Kew York State, when I came suddenly upon an old etone house in which the marks of age were in such startling contrast to its unfin ished condition that I involuntarily stopped my horse and took a long survey of the lonesome structure. Embowered in a forest which had so grown in thickness and height since the erection of this building that the boughs of some of the tallest trees almost met across its decayed roof, it presented even at first view an appearance of pictur esque solitude almost approaching desola tion. But when my eye had time to note that the moss was clinging to eaves from under which the scaffolding had never been taken, and that of the ten large windows in the blackened front of the house only two had ever been furnished with frames, the awe of some tragic mystery began to creep over me, and I sat and wondered at the sight till my increasing interest compelled me to alight and take a nearer iew of the place. The great front door which had been fin ished so many years ago, but which had never been hung, leaned against the side of the house, of which it had almost become a part, so long had they clung together amid the drippings of innumerable rains. Close beside it yawned the entrance, a large black gap through which nearly a century of btorms had rushed with their winds and wet till the lintels were green with moisture and slippery with rot. Standing on this untrod threshold, I intinctivcly glanced up at the scaffolding above me, and started as I noticed that it had partially fallen .away, as if time were weakening its sup ports and making the precipitation of the whole a threatening possibility. Alarmed lest it might fall while I stooll there, I did not linger long beneath it, but, with a shud der, which I afterward remembered, stepped into the house and proceeded to inspect its rotting, nakedand unfinished walls. 1 found them all in the one condition. A fine house had once been planned and nearly com pleted, but it had been abandoned before the hearths had ben tiled or the wainscot ing nailed to its place. The staircase which ran up through the center of the house was without banisters, but otherwise finished and in a state of fair preservation. Seeing this and not being able to resist the tempta tion which it offered me of inspecting the rest of the house, I ascended to the second story. Here the doors were hung and the fire places bricked, and as I wandered from room to room I wondered more than ever what had caused the desertion of so promis ing a dn ellintr. If, as appeared, the first onncr had died suddenly, why could not an heir have been found, and what could be the story of a place so abandoned and left to destruction that its walls gave no token of ever having offered shelte' to a human being? As I could not answer th's ques tion fallowed my imagination lull play, and was just forming some weird explana tion of the facts before me when I felt my arm suddenly seized from behind, and paused aghast "Was I then not alone in the deserted building? "Was there some solitary being who laid claim to its desolation and betrayed jealousy at any intrusion within its lnyterious precincts? Or was the dismal place haunted by some uneasy spirit, who with long, uncanny fin gers stood ready to clutch the man who pre turned to bringliving hopes and fears, into a spot dedicated entirely to memories? I had scarcely the courage to ask, but when I turned and saw what it was that had ularmed me, I did not know whether to laugh at my fears or feel increased awe of my surroundings. For it was the twigs of a tree which had seized me, and for a limb such as this to have grown into a place in tended for the abode of man, necessitated a lapse of time and a depth ot solitude oppres sive to think of. .Anxious to be rid of suggestions well nigh bordering upon superstitions, I took one pcej) irom the iront windows, and then descended to the first floor. The sight of my horse quietly dozing in the sum mer sunlight had reassured me, and by the time I had recrossed the dismal threshold, and regained the cheeriul highway, I was conscious of no emotions deeper than the intense interest of a curious mind to solve the mystery and understand the secret of this remarkable house. Housing my liorse from his comfortable nap, I rode on through the forest; but scarcely had I gone a dozen rods before the road took a turn, the trees suddenly parted, and I found myself face to face with wide rolling meadows and a busy village. So, then, this ancient and deserted house was not in the heart of the woods, as I had im agined, but in the outskirts of a town, and lace to face with life and activity. This discovery was a shock to my romance, but as it ga've my curiosity an immediate hope of satisfaction, I soon became reconciled to the situation, and taking the road which led to the village, drew up before the inn and went in. ostensibly for refreshment- This being sjk edily provided, I sat down in the cosy dining room, and as soon as oppor tunity offered, asked the attentive landlady whv the old house in the woods had re mained so long deserted. She gave me an odd look, and then glanced aside at an old man who sat doubled tip in the opposite corner. "It is a long story," said she, "and I am busy now; but later, if vou wish to hear it, I will tell you all we know on the subject. After father is gone out," she whispered. "It always ex cites bim to hear any talk about that old place." I saw that it did. I had no sooner men tioned the house than his white head litted itself with something like spirit, and his form, which had seemed a momentkbefore so bent and aged, straightened with an interest that made him look almost hale again. "I Will tell you," he broke in; "lam not busy. I was DO last birthday, and I forget sometimes my grandchildren's names, but I never forget what took place in that old house one night 50 years ago neyer,never." "I know, I know," hastily interposed his dnughter, "you remember beautifully; but this gentleman wishes to eat his dinner now, and must not have his appetite interfered with. You will wait, will you not, sir, till I have a little more leisure?" What could I answer but yes, and what could the poor old man do but shrink back into his corner, disappointed and abashed. Yet I was not satisfied, nor was he, 89 I could see by the appealing glances he gave me now and then from under the fallen masses of his long white hair. But the landlady was complaisant and moved about the table and in and out of the room with a bustling air that left us but little oppor tunity for conversation. At length she was absent somewhat longer than usual, whereupon the old man, suddenly lilting his head, cried out: 'She cannot tell the story. She has no feeling for it; she wasn't there." "And you were," I ventured. "Yes, yes, I was there, always there; and I see it all now," he murmured. ".Fifty years ago. and I see it all as if it were hap pening at this moment before my eyes. But , I W ,ViiT j!,V, . ",( THE DISPATCH she will not let mo talk about it," he com- Jilained, as the sound of herfootsteps was leard again on the kitchen boards. "Though it makes me young again, she always stops me just as if! were a child. But she cannot help me showing you " Here her steps became audible in the hall, and his words died away on his lips. Bv the time she had entered he was seated with his head half turned aside and his form bent over as if he were in spirit a thousand miles from the spot. Amused at his cunning and interested in spite of myself at the childish eagerness he displayed to tell his tale I waited with a secret impatience, almost as great as his own perhaps, for her to leave the room, again and thus give him the opportunity ot finishing his sentence. At lat there came an imperative call for her presence without and she hurried away. She was no sooner gone than the old man exclaimed: "I have it all written down. I wrote it years and years ago, at the very time it happened. She cannot keep me from show ing you that; no, no, she cannot keep me from showing you that." And rising to his feet with a difficulty that for the first time revealed to me the full extent of his infirmities he hobbled slowly across the floor to the open door, through which he passed with many cunning winks and nods. "It crows quite exciting," thought I, and half feared his daughter would not al low him to return. But either she was too much engrossed to heed him or had been too much deceived by his seeming in difference when she last entered the room, to suspect the errand which had taken him out ot it. For sooner than I had expected, and quite some few minutes before she came back herself, he shuffled in again, carrying under his coat a roll of yellov paper, which he thrust into my hand with a gratified leer, saying: "There it is. I was a gay young lad in those days, and could go and come with the best. Bead it, sir, read it; and if Maria says anything against it, tell her it was written long betore she 'was born and when I was as pert as she is now, and a good deal more observing." Chuckling with satisfaction he turned away, and had barely disappeared in the hall when she came in and saw me with the roll in niv hand. "Weill" I declare!" she exclaimed; "and has he been bringing you that? What ever shall I do with Tiiin and his everlasting manuscript? You will pardon him, sir; he is 90 and upward, and thinks everybody is as interested in the story of that old house asneisniinselt. "And I, for one, am," was my hasty reply. "If the writing is at all legible, I am anxious to read it. You won't object, will you?" "Oh, no," was her good humored re joinder. "I won't, object; I only hate to have father's mind roused on this subject, because he is sure to be sick after it. But now that you have the story, read it; whether you will think as he did, on a cer tain point, is another question. I don't; but then lather always said I would never be lieve ill of anybody. " Her smi'e certainly bore out her words, it wm. so good tempered and confiding; and pleased with her manner in spite of myself, I accepted her invitation to make use of her own little parlor, and sat down in the glow of a brilliant autumn afternoon to read this old-time history. "Will Juliet be at home to-day? She must know that I am coming. "Wnen I met her this morning, tripping back from the iarm, I gave her a look which, if she cares anything about me. must have told her that I would be among the lads who would be Eure to pay her their re spects at early candle light. For I cannot resist her saucy pout and dancing dimples any longer. Though I am barely '20, 1 am a man, and one who is quite forehanded and able to take unto himself a wife. Ralph Urphistone has both wife and babe, and he was only 2k last August "Why, then, should I not go courting, when the prettiest maid that has graced the town for many a year holds out the guerdon of her smiles to all who will vie for them? To be sure, the fact that she has more than one wooer already may be considered detrimental to my success. But love is fed by rivalry, and if Colonel Schuyle'r does not pay her his addresses, I think my chances may be considered as good as anyone's. For am I not the tallest and most straightly built man in town, and have I not a little cottage all my own, with the neatest of gar dens behind it, and an apple tree in front whose blossoms hang ready to shower them selves like rain upon the head of her who will enter there as a bride? It is not yet dark, but I will forestall the sunset by a halt hour and begin my visit now. If I am first at her gate, .Lemuel Phillips may look less arrogan. when he comes to ask her company to the next singing school. I was not first at her gate; two others were there before me. Ah, she is prettier than ever I supposed, and chirper than the spar row which builds every year a nest in my old apple tree. When she saw me come up the walk, her cheeks turned pink, but I do not know if it was from pleasure or annoy ance, for she gave nothing but vexing re plies to every compliment I paid her. But then Lemuel Phillips fared no better; and she was so bitter-sweet to Orrin Day that he left in a huff and vowed he would never Btep across her threshold again, I thought she was a trifle more serious after he had gone, but when a woman's eyes are so bright as hers, and the frowns and smiles with which she disports herself chase each other so rapidly over a face both mischievous and charming, a man's judgment goes astray, and he scarcely knows reality from seeming. But true ot false, she is as pretty as a hare bell and bright as glinting sunshine; and I mean to marry her, if only Colonel Schuyler will hold himself .aloof. Colonel Schuyler may hold himself aloof, but he is a man like the rest of us for all that Yesterday as I was sauntering in'the churchyard waiting for the appearance of a certain w kite-robed figure crowned by the demurest of little hats, I caught a glimpse of his lace as he leaned on one of the tomb stones near Patience Goodyear's grave, and I saw that he was waiting also for the same white figure and the Bame demure hat This gave me a shock; for though I had nevir really dared to hope he would remain un moved bv a loveliness so rare in our vil lage, and indeed, I take it, in any village, I did not think he would show so much iin- Eaticnce, or await her appearance with such urning and uncontrollable ardor. Indeed, I was so affected by his look that I forgot to watch any longer for her coming, but kept my gaze fixed on his countenance, till 1 saw by the change which rapidly took place in it that she had stepped out of the great church door and was now standing before us, making the sunshine more brill iant by her smiles, and the spring the sweeter by her presence. Then 1 came to myself and rushed for ward with the rest of the lads. Did he follow behind us? I do not think so, for the rosylips which had smiled upon us with so airy a welcome soon showed a dis contented curve not to be belied by the merry words that issued from them, and when we would have escorted her across the fields to her father's house, she made a mocking curtsy, and wandered away with the ugliest old crone who mouths and mum bles in the meeting-house. Did she do this to mock us or him? If to mock him he had best take care, for beauty scorned is apt to grow dangerous. But perhaps it was to mock us? Well, well, there would be noth ing new in that; she Is ever mocking us. They say the Colonel passes her gate a dozen times a day, but never goes in and never looks up. Is he indifferent then? I cannot think so. Perhaps he fears her caprices and disapproves ot her coquetry. If that is so, she shall be my wife before he wakens to the knowledge that her co quetry hides a passionate and loving heart. Colonel Schuyler is a dark man. He has eyes which pierce you, and a smile which, if it could be understood, might perhaps be less fascinating than it is. If she has noticed his watching her, the little heart that flutters in her breast must have beaten faster by many a throb. For he is the one great man within 0 miles, and so handsome and above us all that I do not know of a woman but Juliet who voice does not sink a tone lower whenever she speaks of him. But he is a proud man,nna seems to take no notice of any one. Indeed he scarcely appears to live in our world. Will he come down from his high estate at the beck of this village beauty? Many say not, but I say yes; with those eyes of his he cannot help it Juliet is more capricious than ever. Lem uel Phillips for one is tired of it, and imi tating Orrin Day, bade her a good-even to night which I am sure he does not intend to follow with a blithe good-morrow. I might do the same if her pleading eyes would let me. But she seems to cling to me even when she is most provokingly saucy: and though I cannot see anvlove in her manner, there is something in it very different from hate; and this it is which holds me. Can a woman be too pretty for her own happiness, and are many lovers a weariness to the heart ? Juliet is positively unhappv. To-day when she laughed the gayest it was to hide J ly "s A SOLI. OF YELLOW PAPER 'WHICH HE THKUST INTO MY HAND. her tears, and no one, not even a thoroughly spoiled beauty, could be aa wayward as she if there were not some bitter arrow rank ling in her heart She was riding down the street on a pillion behind her father, and Colonel Sohuyler, who had been Jean ing on the gate in front of the house, turned his back upon her and went inside when he saw her coming. "Was this" what made her so white and reckless when she came up to where I was standing with Orrin Day, and was it her chagrin at the great man's apparent indifference which gave that sharp edge to the good morning with which she rode haughtily away? If it was, I can forgive you, my lady-bird, for there is'reasoi for your folly if I am any judge of my fellow men. Colonel Schuyler is not indifferent but circumspect, and circumspection in a lover is an insult to his lady's charms. She knews now what I knew a week ago. Colonel Schuyler is in love with her and will marry her if she does not play the coquette with him. He has been to her house and her father already holds his head higher as he paces up and down the street. I am left in the lurch, and if I had not fore seen this end to my hopes, might have Deen a very miserable man to-night For I was near obtaining the object of my heart, as I know from her own lips, though the words were not intended for my ears. You see I was the one who surprised him talking with her in the garden. I had been walking around the place on the outer side of the wall as I often did from pure love for her, and not knowing she was on the other side was very much startled when I heard her voice speaking my name; so much startled that I stood stillin my astonishment and thus heard her say: "Philo Adams has a little cottage all his own and I can be mistress of it any day, or so he tells me. I had rather go into that little cottage where every board I trod on would be my own, than live in the grandest room vou could give me in a house of which I would not be the mistress." "But if I make a home for vou," he pleaded, "grand as my father's, but built entirely for you " "Ahl" was her soft reply, "that might make me listen to you, for I should then think you loved me." The wall was between us, but I could see her face as she said this as plainly as if I had been the fortunate man at her side. And I could see his face too, though it was onlv in fancy I had ever beheld it soften as. I knew it must be softening now. Silence such as followed her words is eloquent, and I feared my own passions too much to linger till it should be again broken by vows I had not the courage to hear. So I crept away conscious of but one thing, which was that my dream was ended, and that my brave apple tree would never shower its bridal blossoms upon the head I love, for whatever threshold she crosses as mistress it will not now be that of the little cottage every board of which might have been her own. If I had doubted the result of the Colonel's offer to Juliet, the news which came to me this morning would have convinced me that all was well with them and that their mar riage was simply a matter of time. Ground had been broken in the pleasant opening on the verge of the forest, and carts and men hired to bring stone for the fine new dwell ing Colonel Schuyler proposes to rear for himself. The whole town is agog, but I keep the secret I surprised, and only Juliet knows that I am no longer deceived as to her feelings, for I did not go to see her to night for the first time since I made up my mind that I would have her for my wife. lam glad I restrained myself, for Orrin Day, who had kept his word valiantly up to this very day, came riding by my houe furiously a half hour ago, and seeing me, called out: "Why didn't you tell me she had. a new adorer? I went there to-night and Colonel Schuyler sat at her side as you and I never sat vet, and and " he stammered fran tically, "I did not kill him." "You Come baokl" I shouted, for he was flying by like the wind. But he did not heed me nor stop, but vanished: in the thick darkness, while the lessening sound of his horse's hoofs rang dismally back from 'the growing distance. So this man has loved her passionately too, and the house which is destined to rise in the woods will throw a shadow over more than one hearthstone in this quiet village. I declare that I am sorry that Orrin has taken it so much to heart, for he has a proud and determined spirit, and will not forget his wrongs as soon as it would be wise for him to do. Poor, poor Juliet, are you mak ing enemies against your bridal "day? If so, it behooves me at least to remain your friend. I saw Orrin again to-day, and he looks like one haunted. He was riding as usual, and his cloak flew out behind him as he sped down the street and away into the woods. I wonder if she too saw him, from behind her lattice. I thought I detected the curtain move as he thundered by her gate. But I am so filled with thoughts of her just. nc? tnat J. cannot always trust my judgment. 1 am, however, sure of one thing, and that is that if Colonel Schuyler and Orrin meet, there will be trouble. I never thought Orrin handsome till to day. He is fair, and I like dark men; and he is small, and I admire men of stature. But when I came upon him this morning, talking and laughing among a group of Jads like ourselves, I could not but see that his blue eye shone with a fire that made it as brilliant as any dark one could be, and that in his manner, verging as it did upon the reckless, there was a spirit and force which made him look both dangerous and fasci nating. He was haranguing them on a question of the day, but when he saw me he stepped out of tne crowd, and, beckoning me to follow him, led the way to a retired spot, where, the instant we were free from watching eyes, he turned and said: "You liked her too, Philo Adams. I should have been willing if you " Here he choked and paused. I nad never seen a iaoe so full of fiery emotions. "Jtfo, no, no," he went on, after n moment of silent struggle; "I could not have borne it to see any man take away what was bo precious to me. 1 I I did not know I cared for her so much," he now explained, observing my look of surprise. "She teased me and put me off, and co quetted with you and Lemuel and whoever else happened to be at her side till I grew beside myself and left her, as I thought, forever. But there are women you can leave and women you cannot, and when I found she teased and iretted me more at a distance than when she was under my very eye, I'went back only to find Philo, do you think he will marrr her?" I choked down my own emotions and solemnly answered: "Yes, he is' building her a home. You must have seen the Btones that are being piled up yonder on the verge of the forest He turned, glared at me, made a peculiar sound with his lips, and then stood silent, opening and closing his hands in a way that made my blood run chill in spite of myself. "A house!" he murmured, at last; "I wish I had the building of that house!" The'tone, the look he gave, alarmed me still further. "You would like it well!" I cried. It 3jas his trade, the building of houses. "I would build it slowly," was his omin ous answer. Juliet certainly likes me, and trusts me, ,1 think, more than any other of the young men who used to go a-eourting her. I have seen it for some time in the looks she has now and then given me across the meeting house during the long sermon on Sunday mornings, but to-day I am sure of it For she has spoken to me, and asked me But let me tell you how it was: We were all standing under Ralph Urphistone's big tree, looking at his little one toddling over the grass after a ball one of the lads had thrown after her, when I felt the slightest touch on my arm, and, glancing round, saw Juliet She was standing beside her father, and if ever she looked pretty it was just then, for the day was warm and she had tatcen off her great hat, bo that the curls flew freely around her face that was dimpled aud flushed with some feeling which did not allow her to lift her eyes. Had she touched me? I thought so, and yet I did not dare to take it for granted, for Colonel Schuyler was standing on the edge of the crowd, frowning in some displeasure at the bare head of his provoking little be trothed, and when Colonel Schuyler frowns there is no man of us but Orrin who would dare approach the object of his preference, much less'address her, except in the coldest courtesy. But I was sure she had something to say to me, so I lingered under the tree till the crowd had all dispersed and Colonel Schuy ler, drawn away by her father, had left us for a moment face to face. Then I saw I was right "Philo," she murmured, and oh, how her face changed! "you ai e my friend, I know you are my friend, because you alone out of them all have never given me sharp words; will you, will you do something for -me which will make me less miserable, some thing which may prevent wrong and trouble, aud keep Orrin " Orrin? did she call him Orrin? "Oh," she cried, "you have no sympathy. You '" "Hush !" I entreated. "You have not treated me well, but I am always- your friend. What do you want me to do?" She trembled, glanced around her in the pleasant sunshine, and then up into my iace. "I want you," she murmured, "to keep Orrin and Colonel Schuyler apart. You are Orrin's friend; stay with him, keep him, do not let him run alone upon his enemy, for for there is danger in their meeting and and " She could not say more, for just then her father aud the Colonel came back, and she had barely time to call up her dimples and toss her head in merry Danter before they were at her side. As for myself, I stood dazed and confused, feeling that my six feet made me too con spicuous, and longing in a vague and futile way to let her know without words that I would do what she asked. And 1 think I did accomplish it, though I said nothing to her and but little to her companions. For when we parted I took the street which leads directly to (Orrin's houe; and when Colonel Schuyler queried in his soft and gentleman-like way why I left them so soon, I managed to reply: "My road lies there;" and so left them. To Be Continued Next $aturda.yl CONKLING Blaine's famous turkey gob bler speech kept both him and Conhllng from the Presidency. See John Russell Young's letter In THE DISPATCH t-mor- Give ready attention and prompt treat ment to all affections of .the bowels, diar rhoea, cholera morbus, dysentery, &c Dr. Jayne's Carminative Balsam affords imme diate relief, and speedily cures these com plaints. Elegant Presents for the Boys. To-day, free to every boy, these four presents. Boys, take your choice of the Cork-tipped compressed air gun, Eden's zoological gardens, The fancy fog floras, Ornamented trumpets with chimes. Nice, neat stfits for boys in a big variety of patterns, SI 60, 2 60 and 53. See us to-day. J. O. a C, Pittsburg Combination Clothing Company, corner Grant and Dia mond streets. Ladies, gt your gloves dyed or cleaned at Linnekin's, 638 Penn avenue, Pittsburg, and 174 Federal street. Allegheny, lus Ale finds great favor as a pleasant bever nirp with manv neonle. Trv Trnn f!ittr IT BREEZY BRIGHTON. The Most Famous of All Weil-Known English Watering Places. IT'S AS METROPOLITAN AS LONDON, Tet'Filled With the Oldest, Quaintest, Host Charming Features. THE LAST 'OF THE SEASIDE SEMES COBKESFOJTOENCi: Or THE DISPATCH. Brighton, England, Sept 1. With whatever one may be out of sorts in English travel; whether weariness, dreariness or positive illness may have prompted the coming; with whatever desperation one may have escaped London and its irrevocable griminess and hardness, a sunniness and good-natured laziness possess the soul when ever Paddington is left behind and one's face is at last set toward that most famous of all English watering places, bright, breezy, historic and glorious old JJfighton. London smoke and dust may blacken summer skies behind; London fog and smut may make its millions of hurrying, harry ing humans more fiend-like by day than by night; the fog and its shapes may still canter beside your train beyond the sweet lavender fields of Mitcham; there may still be a black fog at Clapham Junction; where the porters bellow and steam and puff and. get all sorts of people and all manner of luggage into wrong carriages; there may be a yellow fog at Croydon Junction, where the oncoming passengers are as saffrony as pilgrims to Arab shrines; there may be a white fog at Bed Hill Junction, bringing up to the station with the country yokels, the milk cans and vegetables the attars of steeping fields; at Three Bridges all kinds of fogs may be flapping and wringing from their spongy folds an endless ooze, drip and drizzle; and you may sit through the long passage of Clayton tunnel like a clammy frog in a miasmatic cave; still, when your train has leaped out of the tunnel, you may nearly always be certain of ths sunshine. OUT Or LONDON'S HUB-BUB. The knotty kinks in your being are loosened. The tension of your whole na ture, keyed to its highest pitch from resis tance of the bullyings of briefest London experiences, relaxes as if by magic The hard wrinkles leave your face, and in the little strip of mirror opposite, you see your own countenance mantled with a sunny smile. Why not? Even if alone and unknown, a myriad of goodly companions have crept in beside you to accompany you on your journey. The little bit of English hill and vale, stretches of copse, trails of hedge, ribbons of high way, gleams of white cottage wall and flashes of red tiling, between the tunnel and Brighton, are now all too brief for reminder, rejoinder and zesi. How the odd things and old folk of old Brighton and new come crowding into the mind! History, romance and song all send their familiar hosts. There is old King Canute, so puffed with his own greatness that when his chair was placed upon the Goodwin Sands he commanded the incoming tide to stay its onward march, and got for his bravado an inglorious ducking in the presence ot his entire court. FAMOUS HEROES OF HISTORY. The lordly figure of "William, the Nor man conqueror, cannot be disassociated from tho place. Then every school child knows of Earl Godwin, Earl of Brighton manor, who, tempting his sovereign to play the fool, was choked to death in attempting to swallow a bread crust The rare old Flemish pirates came over once and took all the town away. Brigthelmston it was called in those days, and when it was built up again the French came and made a bonfire of it It was time now for Brighton to be put in a state of defense. So they built a blockhouse, a gun garden and four gates, "all done of flynte and sand in a war lyke. manner." Then came the era of the "Auncient Mariners" when war raged for two centuries between landsmen and seamen over the election of "headboroughs" and "coun cilors," when the "Auncient Mariners" swore by the good old rule, The simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can, that they should evermore rule in Bright on; and the landsmen swore, "Odds fish, handspikes and tackling!" that "by the rood, we'll have our share," the final com promise being that the sea folk should elect 8 and the landsmen 4 out of "the 12aun oientest, gravest and wysest inhabitants of the town for assistants to the conestable in eyery publique cause," out of which came many of the raciest and most mirth pro voking ballads that olden England ever knew. OLD TniE RAPID TRANSIT. About a hundred years ago the London mail coaches were bowled down to Brighton at a mad gallop during daylight, and the present steamship service between New Haven and Dieppe was foreshadowed-by a service of packets between Brighton and Dieppe. The route was advertised as bring ing Loudon and Paris 90 miles nearer than by way of Dover and Calais, and a trim "pacquet" sailed every evening the moment the foaming horses dashed up with the Lon don coach to the "Old Ship" inn, and the mails and passengers could be hustled on board. Half the literature of the last century teemed with scenes aud incidents from these then wonderful old journeys, and the crack of whips, the notes of the coach horns and the screech of the wheels down the frosty hillways seem to float into your carriage window to this very hour, welcome and melodious still. But George LV., good old Dr. Bichard Bussell and Thackeray, the three who most made Brighton famous, send you the clear est cut faces and most pleasant companions with which to enter Brighton. DUCKING -A MONARCH. Who has not the memory of broad-beamed Martha Gunn, "the principal bathing wo man" of Brighton, who once had the honor of ducking King George, and who can still be seen here in a hundred buxom proto types, as well as her own original self, in a weird crayon drawing, holding a pink-faced boy in lawn, with chestnut curls, the infant King of unsavory memory, with the cobalt sea at her feet, and a lone bathing machine, labeled "Smoaker & Co.," in the awful perspective? It is a sight that will leave a smile on your faoe past many a weary journey. t Then there was "the principal bathing man," who also ducked King George. He was known to local fame 'as "Old Smoaker," and appears and reappears deathlessly through old tales and ballads, ever ripe for use as the traveling play actors' utility man. He is here still, bless him! in scores of gray old fellows, bronzed and broad, cheery and mellow, a sort of salty cross be tween Santa Claus, Neptune and a porpoise, more tempting than a siren to the embrace of the waves. . , But more than Martha Gunn, "Old Smoaker" or George IV. to Brighton was that luminous old pudge, the true patron saint of the place, Dr. BusselL BOOMING THE SANITARY FEATURES. How he must have chuckled to himself when he sent broadcast through Britain that great treatise, "The Efficacy of Sea Water in Glandular Diseases," and saw Brighton almost instantly grow as rich as Canterbury in the time of the pilgrimages. The old joker knew that the universal Brit ish pulse and purse lay just beneath the universal British glandular disease; and by the covert mention of the peculiar adapta bility and efficacy of Brighton salt water in particular, a stream of people and gold be gan flowing toward this one cove o the sea that has never ceased increasing. Then dear, delightful Thackeray wrote: 'It is the fashion to run down George the Fourth. What myriads of Londoners ought to thank him for inventing Brighton! One of the best physicians our city has ever known is kind, cheerful, merry Dr. Bright on. Hail, though purveyor of shrimps and honest prescriber of South Down mutton! There is no mutton so good as Brighton mutton; no flys so pleasant as Brighton flys,t and no shops so beautiful to look at as the Brighton gimcrack shops, and the fruit shops and the market." More than this, he peopled it with many of his own fair brood m "The Newcomes." "Who can come here without feeling that Clive and Ethel New come are somewhere in all the joyous com pany? WHY BRIGHTON IS LOVED. It is with this sort of flavor and through this tender glamor that all who come, dimly or consciously, know and love Brighton. All else is as at all other great seaside re sorts, perhaps with the difference that at Brighton the peculiarities of the seaside re sort are more pronounced because on a grander scale. It is but an hour and a quarter from Lon don. It is so near that it Is almost an ever, present and blessed temptation to millions of harried and hurried men and women. For every city whim or hurt it is an outlet and panacea. For overdepression or exulta tion; for headache or heart singing; for de bility or plethora there is the sudden re solve, the apologetie note or telegram, the fleet hansom and the next PuUman express to Brighton. Therefore, from Easter until September, Brighton is simply beaming faced London-by-the-Sea. It is London at its best Brighton East street is turned into London Bond street; North street be comes Picadilly, and King's road, the great sea front thoroughfare, is transformed into splendid Botten Bow. For London and all other common folk who come to Briehton the trreat attraction is this King's road, an unbroken driveway and promenade three miles long. CHARMS MOST VARIED. The vast show ground and gimcrack shops beneath its sea front edge; the wide reach of foreshore, ample enough in area for a million people to disport themselves upon; the shore itself, lined with innumerable sailing craft, rowboats and bathini? ma chines the old closed van on wheels which English conservatism and prudery will seemingly never relinquish and the endless sea, upon which perhaps 50,000 souls from the home pens of London daily gaze and gaze with a vacuous sort of dreamy longing, as though the life giving feast could never be given up. For these same common folk there' is hardly another such a pleasant pandemo nium to be found in the whole world as upon the sands and shingle between King's road and the sea. Half the humbler "pros," the vagrom players, "eccentrics" and mountebanks of London, free of fee or license, take possession of these miles of foreshore, where the livelong day the mul titude is entertained in return for whatever pennies it mav choose to shower upon the singers and players. I have in one day oounted 2,700 of the performers a no mean villageful of themselves who were enter taining from 60,000 to 100,000 people. These are the "buskers" or "busketers" of Brighton. SOME PRIMITIVE AMUSEMENTS. Put all the rest of the seaside fakirs in England together and the whole of them would not furnish the same variety, in genuity and picturesqueness of these merry nomads. But burnt cork minstrels and the deathless domestio tragedies of Punch and Judy ever closest hold the vast crowd's heart. The onlookers stroll or stand at the edge of the King's Boad esplanade, about 16'feet above the various mountebanks who per form on the sand and shingle beneath. The latter are surrounded by rings and eddies of children sometimes numbering from 15,000 to 20,000 on a sunny day, and their only ap parent temporary sorrow is found in tho merciless interruptions by the donkeys, drivers and riders, with which they fre quently become inglonously involved, for there are nearly as many donkeys as harle quins at Brighton, and their masters are London Gipsies, handy as costermongers with their tongues and fists. For the fashionables, aristocrats and thousands of well-to-do families who sum mer at Brighton there is not only the glori ous sea, but there is London itself to run to and from as often as the fancy or business and social necessities may prompt. AS METROPOLITAN AS LONDON. Again, in summer Brighton possesses really more elegance, comfort and enter tainment than London itself can boast. The great singers and actors do not regard Brighton as provincial, but metropolitan. The Theater Royal and Alhambra rival the greatest London legitimate and variety the aters. The hotels are enormous, numberless and splendid. The Eoyal Pavilion,"the scene of some extraordinary orgies, 4when William IV. was Duke of Clarence, and which are best left untold, is now the home of the grandest of popular promenade concerts,and the magnificent Royal Aquarium is not only a wonderfifl place tor the student of ichthy ology, but also provides fine musical and other entertainments. The shops of Brigh ton are as brilliant and grand as those of Regent street, in London. The coaching tours are full of delight. There is nothing more charming in England than a trip to Arundel and a dinner at the old Norfolk Arms, one of those delicious old inns with which the literature of the early part of the present century abounds. Coaches run daily now as they did a hun dred years ago from the White Horse Cellar in London to the Old Ship Hotel in Brieh ton. The Brighton races, out of which "On the Road to Brighton," and scores more of roaring old English ballads had their birth, are still held. PLEASANT DOMESTIC SIGHTS. "Meeting papa" at the station in the evening on his return from London is one of the prettiest sights in Brighton. The deputations of wives and children in fine broughams, the cheery greetings and the dashing away to the home or hotel of the reunited hundreds of families is one of the grand events of the day. Then there are the interesting processions tof Dr. Blimber's hoys in their going to and from ,the playing fields, with the solemn assistant masters, greater slaves than ever was any Eton or Rugby "fag," conscious of their importance, but writhing under its sedate dignities; the rambles to'Shoreham and Lancing, where there is. a wonderful little Norman church and the figs ripen in the open air; the exultant walks "over the long back of the bushless downs;" and a thousand other things to do and know; until, at departing, the rythmic wheel beat of your vanishing train times times truly with countless rhymes the minstrels have made on this London-by-the-sca, and most of all with If you're fond of good wines and good din ners. Seascapes divine, which the flashing seas whiten, Nice little saints and nice little sinners, Loiter at Brighton. Edoar L. Wakeman. HUMOR Bill Nye had trouble with one of his assistant editors once and "wrote him up," See the result In THE DISPATCH to morrow. Corns permanently and quickly cured by Daisy Corn Cure. 15 cents; of druggists. Get Free Tickets and Take Free Express Train To the great public 6ale of 2,000 lots at Avonmore on next "Wcdnesdayj September 16. The free express train will leave the West Penn depot on Federal street, Alle gheny, on "Wednesday morning at 8 o'clock. Free tickets and all necessary information bv mail or personally can be obtained at the office of Jas. "W. Drape & Co., Agents and Auctioneers, 313 "Wood street, Pittsburg. D ' Porter is a refrcs' in c drink and bene-" ficial when properlj made. Send a trial order to Iron City Urewery. Telephone 1186. j Handsome new embroidered handker chiefs, 10c, 12c, 15c, 18c, 25c, at Eosen baum & Co.'s. EXTENDED TO OCTOBER 1. Irfc Copeland and ll Extended the Period of 85 Treatment Until That Time Adequate Reasons. Drs. Copeland and Hall extended their period of treatment for ?5 a month until Oc tober 1. It was intended that all desiring it should have an opportunity of placing themselves under treatment at this favor able season and availing themselves bf this merely nominal rate. A large number have called and written expressing themselves In this way: "Doctor, I wanted to take advantage of the $6 rate, but was unable to do so during August. Won't you place me on record now and let me begin treatment in Septem ber?" In extending the 55 rate to alLto- October 1, Drs. Copeland and Hall answer these re quests without rendering themselves liable to the charge of favoring certain patients, and give all ample and abundant time and opportunity. All patients applying for treatment before October 1 will be treated for 55 a month and all medicines furnished free, each month's treatment including med icine to cost 55 UNTIL CUBED. Mr. Henry Prnse. "I am treating with Drs. Copeland and Hall and am satisfied with the intelligent manner in which they handle my ease. I find their methods of treatment mild, pleas ant and effective." 7z&ffcc. CATARRH IN OUK CIMATE. Something About the Nature and Kesnlts of the Disease The Experience of Miss Mary Schaf er. In this climate catarrh is unquestionably the cause of mpro deaths than any other disease. At fln.t it is as a rule a little thing, merely a cold in the head. Hut in a climate like ours, one cold Is not entirely cured be fore another follows. A succession of cold constitutes chronic catarrh. A strong and healthy constitution will suffer only incon venience from catarrh, but all others run a great risk from what may follow. The in flammation of the nose and back part of the throat gradually extends downward, Involving first the larynx and vocal cords, ruining the voice for singing, and then proOoeds on Its march still larther. The trachea or windpipe is next attacked; following that the large bronchial tubes; then the bronchioles; and, lastly, the lungs themselves. The lungs, however, are not the only sufferer, for a great deal of this nauseating mucus secreted in the back part of the throat finds its way intothe stomach, disarranges digestion and produces various forms of stomach and intestinal dyspepsia. "I cannot find words enough to thank Drs. Copeland and Hall, and can recommend to my friends that that is the place to find a cure." The speaker was Miss Mary Sohafer. 66 Long street, Allegheny. "When I went to see the doctors I had catarrh in the nasal passage, witli its exten sion into the throat and bronchial tubes. There was a constant ringing noise in my ears. Miss Mary Schaf er, SC Long street. "My symptoms were the same as every catarrhal patient. Hawking and raising, pain under the shoulder blade and in ohest; eyes were weak and watery; had no appe tite; slept poorly and arose tired in the morning. I lost in weight, and was so weak I could scarcely do my work. "I had tried'several doctors and various remedies, but with no success. My faith in. catarrh enres was at a low watr mark, when I went to Drs. Copeland and nail. "What they did forme I have already said. But will repeat it, and add that every symp torn of catarrh has disappeared. I feel per fect!', well now, in tact, never felt better in my life." DANGERS OF EXTENSIOS. How Neglected Catarrh Affects the Bron chial Tabes and Stomach The Case of Mr. Freeborn. The frequent extension of catarrh to the bronchial tubes and lungs was illustrated in tho interviews printed in these columns last week. Its common extension to the stom ach is illustrated In the statement made be low by Mr. Freeborn. You may have ca tarrh of the bronchial tubes commonly called chronic bronchitis with its violent cough night and morning, especially severe in winter and spring months, and some times called the winter cough; there is usually expectoration of a yellowish mucus; there are usually severe attacks of asthma, and the disease leads in many instances to consumption. You may have catarrh of the stomach with all the distressing and painful symtoms usually attributed to dyspepsia. .sir. ueoige x reeuorn, rcsiuing an urusu ton, Pa., on the Pennsylvania Railroad, and employed by Mr. Armstrong, a contractor and builder, in the East End. said: Mr. O. B. Freeborn, Brwhton,Pa. "For i years I was almost a confirmed in valid, and for the past three years I hare been no use at all to myself or anyone. I could not work more than two weeks at a time, and then I was completely played out. "I had a constant pain In the back of my head. Sharp pains would shoot through my chest. I bad severe pains in the region of my heart, and at such times would feel faint and dizzy. Rheumatism was added to my other troubles. Night sweat9 came on, and I grew so weak that I could Scarcely Get Aronhd with the aid or a cane. While in this condition I was advised by some friends who bad been treated and cured bj-Drs. Copeland and Hall to try them. I called on them, and after consultation began treat ment. "The result has been far a head of my most sanguine expectations, lam now able to work all day, and can walk along the top of a high wall without becoming tho least bit dizzy. My stomaoli doet not bother me. I can rest well, and what I eat does not dis tress me. All my symptoms are gone and I feel like a new man." Das. Copelasd Aim Haix treat successfully all curable cases at fi6 Sixth avenue, Pitts burg, Fa. Office hours, 9 to 11 A. m., a to 5 p. x. and 7 to 9 r. st. Sundays 10 a. ji. tolr.M. Specialties Catarrh and all diseases or tho eye, ear, throat and lungs, chronic diseases. Consultation, $L Many cases treated successfully by mall. Send 2-cent stamp for question blank. Address all mail to DRS. COPELAND & HAIX, sel3 06 Sixth avenue, Pittsburg, Pa. cezygc a&e GL If Y& "M fill EDUCATIONAL. JJIAST !i av h. D. AST LIBERTY ACADEMY, 60M ELLSWORTH avenue. Principals : a. n . Jincueii, a. jx.. I). John T. DanleL A. M. Prepares for the best eolleees and DolTtechnlc schools. Opens SeD- temberlS. 1891. For catalogue and Information address JOHN T. DANIEL, 2T3 Federal at. Alle gheny, l'a. anl3-3-TTS JEFFERSON ACADEMY. CANONSBURQ. PA. Principal, C. M. Des Islets. Ih. D. (Prince, ton). A borne school; open September 1C, 1891; thorough Instruction; college preparation a spe cialty ; experienced teachers: has educated many of the ablest men of the South and West Send for handbook. Jel3--TTS LUTHEKV1LLE SEMINARY (KKAK BAL TIMORE) for yountr ladies. $225 per year. 39th year. Modern conveniences, large campus, full faculty, thorough training-, home comforts. Send for catalogue. KEV. J. H. TUKNEE, A. M., Principal, Lutherville, 3Id. Jy21-77-TT3 Harcourt Place Seminary. A school of the highest grade for yonmr ladies and girls. Established upon original lines, its success has been remarkable. For catalogue, address tho principal, MISS ADA I. AYEK, C. A, Gambior, Ohio. jel3-rrs NEW RAPID PHONOGRAPHY AND typewriting and complete business course taught at Park Institute, 204 North ave., Allegheny. New term opens Septem ber!. Evening sessions September 23. Cat qlozucs and journal to any address free. au20-TTS LEV LUDDEN, A. 31., Principal. SCHOOL OF DESIGN FOR WOJIEN, Penn ave. and Seventh St.; eleiator in Penn Building; tho fall term will begin Tuesday, September 15; drawing from the cast and from lire; painting in oil and water colors; china painting: classes on Saturday; circulars on application. SON, Principal. A. V. liii.NJJEU- sepMSrTS Kenyon Military Academy. This old and remarkably successful school provides thorough preparation for College or Business, and careful supervision of health, habits and manners. For illustrated catalogue, address LAWRENCE RUST, LL D., Rector, Gambier, Ohio. jel5-9-rrs MISS McCRACKEN'S SELECT SCHOOL FOR BOYS AND GIRLS, No. 366 Ridge Avenue, Allegheny, Will Reopen Wednesday, September 23, 1331. seS-71-Trbsu I TV7-EST WALNUT STREET SEMINARY T V foryoung ladies; 25tb year. Is provided for giving a superior education in collegiate, eclectic, and preparatory departments: also In music and art. MRS. HENRIETTA KTJTZ, 2045 Walnut strept, Philada. an2-93-iws BISHOP BOWMAN INSTITUTE A COL LEGIATE school for young ladiea corner Penn av. and Fourth st. The next session begins Sept. 9. A full course of study. Music and modern languages by competent professors For admission ad dress REY. R. J. COSTER, A. M-, Rector. jylG-72-ws PENNSYLVANIA MILITARY ACADEMY, Chester, Pa.. 30th vear, opens Sept 16. A MrLITAKY COLLEGE. Civil Engineering, Chemistry, Architect ure, Arts. A preparatory courso of one year. Circulars of Mr. F. G. Paulson, 441 Wood st, city. COL. CHAS. E. HYATT, President jyS-25-ws CTTIRIRY" CNIVEHSITY, SIXTH ST. Thirty yearS of success. Full collegiate, courses. Normal, Ladies Seminary, English, Mechanical and Electrical Engineering De partments. Conservatory of Music, School of Elocution, Night School and Saturday Normal Classes. Bookkeeoing. Shorthand and Typewriting. Opens bept. L Send for catalogue. H. M. ROWE, Prest. au!3-D S' WITHIN C. SIIOKTLIDGE'S MEDIA. PA., ACADEMY, near Philadelphia: choice school for bovs number limited: m.ld winter climate: health record 1m few parallels; fine bulldlnesi steam heat; electric light ind jras; gymnasium with swimming bath regulated by steam; ample grounds: teachers men and college graduates: spe cial attention and private tutoring for backward boys; single or double rooms: fits for college or business; superior English department; library; complete laboratory with dynamo, motor, etc.. etc.; bovs workstiop for manual training In wood ana metal: Media has seven churches and a temper, ance charter. SWITHIN C. SHOKTLIDGE. A.M.. (Harvard graduate). Media. Pa. aua-66 HOLY GHOST COLLEGE. Next session opens September 2. New stu dents should come to be examined Angus: 31. Special Business Department for Book keeping, Shorthand, Typewriting, etc. Ger man and Elocution free of charge. For cata logue and further particulars address REV. JOHN T. MCRPUY, C. S. Sp., President. Night School opens October 5. 1yl4-65-TT3 MARTIN'S SHORTHAND SCHOOL. Eighth year. Devoted exclusively to Instruc tion in shorthand and typewriting-. Now open. Four expert instructors. The conductor has bad an experience of ever a quarter of a century as official verbatim s-enographer fur courts and State Legislatures. Fifty tvpewrlters. Day and evening sessions. Three floors devoted en tirely to the nse of school. Instruction thorough and practical. For further partlcnLirs and cata logue call on or address A. M. MAKTIX, sel-83TT3 412 "Wood street. "CURRY CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC FIRMLY ESTABLISHED. A modern school of music. Largest at tendance of any music school in the State, Equal advantages with any similar institu tion in the land. Call or send for catalogue. BeS-OTrra SIMEON BISSELL. Director. A CHILDREN'S" SCHOOL-THE ATTEN TION of parents and guardians having children between the ages of 5 and 15 is hereby called to the excellently equipped home school for boys and girls on one o: the charming hill3 overlooking Birtler. The situation of the school is unsurpassed for beauty of scenery and health. Special atten tion is given to training of children and home culture, i'or terms and particulars address REV. P. a PRUGH, D.D., Butler, Pa. References: B. Wolff, Jr.. and P. Keii, Pittsburg. anl3-33-TT3 OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY, COLUMBUS, OHIO. Permanent Income from the State. Annual revenues, $150,000. Twenty-five departments. Forty-three professors and assistants. Classi cal, scientific and technical courses. Ten laboratories. Both sexes admitted. Tuition free. Send for catalogue. iy-23-13Ths Shadyside Academy TVill open September 1G. Thorough prep aration for college or scientific school. Experienced specialists at heads of depart- Linents. Especial attention to modern languages and physical culture. Call at academy, office hours 9 to 1 p. jr., or send for catalogue to VV. R. CRABBE, Principal. sel2-42-8 Shadyside. URSULINE ACADEMY, OAKLAND. Boarding and day schools. Reopens Tuesday, September 8. lerms For boarflers, session of nvomonths,$150. Children under 12yearsof nge, $125. Day schools for girls. Pupils taken from the age of 6 to 18. Terms varying f lora $15 to $35. Tuition includes all branches of an English education, with French or Ger man, elocution, vocal music, calesthenica, outline drawing and fancy work. Private lessons In music, French, German, drawing end painting, at moderate terms. For fur ther particulars apply to ilother Superior. auI39-TT3 PITTSBURG ART SCHOOL Eighth year opens Sept. 28. Instructors: GEORGE HETZEL. JOHN W. BEATTY. MARY H. BAR.VETT. PupHs desiring to enter should apply Vromptly. Address JOHN W.BEATTY.PrincipaTL 413 Wood street. se5-56-TU3 IDTTQ, TJ IE SUITES Conservatory of Music. A new school of music on the modern con servatory plan. Special advantages. Special rates of tuition. Anewdepartuie. A school of music with advantages second to none In the State. The teachers of each department are masters of high standing. Among-tho teachers engaged are Charles Davis Carter, Carl Retter and Ad. M. Foerster. Send or call for prospectus, MR. CHAS. DAVIS CARTER, Manager, Duquesne Col lege Building, corner of Diamond and Rosa streets. sel043-D AND TYPEWRITING Taught Day and Evening at DUFF'S COLLEGE. For terms, call at the College office, 49 FIFTH AVE. aul2-i3-3 II15. i Brewing Co. 'a ale. Telephone 1185. I . I feiaftrii.v-'j'i .MrH&eilhftWfl43&d .-Tnfrftffo'WyT tr t"f '"r ft . A rig'(mtrinM'tr m
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