?. rfWgfSamwfwsrziiipr' ??J&2?f -" 18 THE PITTSBURG- DISPATCH, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 27, 189L that we have not been mardcredin our beds. There was a house broken into at Forest Mill last week. Shalll go down and shut it?" "I dare not go down alone, dear, bnt if yon will come with ne. Put on your slip pers and dressirs; gown. "We do not need a candle. Xow, Bertha, we will go down to gether." Two little white patches moved vajucly through the darkness, the stairs creaked, the door whined, and they were at the front room window. Monica closed it gently down, and fastened the snib. . "What a beautiful moonl" said she, look ins out. "We can see a' clearly as if it were day. How peaceful and quiet the three houses are over yonder. It seems quite sad to t-ee that 'To Let card npon number one. I wonder how number two will liLe their goins. For my part I could better spare that dreadful woman at number three with her short shins. But, oh. Ber tha, look! look!! look!!! Her voice had fallen suddenly to a quivering whiper, and she was pointing to the Westmacotts house. Her sister ave a gasp of horror, ar.d stood with a clutch at Monica's arm, staring in the same direction. There was a li;ht in the front room, a elight waverinjr light such as would be given by a. small candle or taper. Tr.e blind was down, but the litrht shone dimly turocgh. Outside in the garden, with his figure out lined against the luminous square, there stood a man, his back to the road, his two hand-! upon the window lcd;e, and his body rather bent as though he were trying to peep in past the blind. So absolutely still and motionless was he that in spite of the moon thev might well have overlooked him were it not for that tell-tale light behind. "Good heaven!" gasped Bertha, "it is a burglar." But her siter set her mouth grimly and shook her hrad. "We shall -see," she whimpered. "It may be eoinethinff worse." Swittly and lurtivcly the man stood sud denlv erect, and began to puh tbe window Howlv up. luen lie rut one Knee upon the sash, Glanced round to ec that all was safe. eu ciiii'fu over into ir.r room, jis 11c uia so he had to push the blind aside. Then the two snectafors saw where the light came from. Mrs. Westmacott was standing, as rigid as n statue, in the center of the room, with a lichted taper in her ris'it hand. For an in s tact thev caught a trlicipe of her stern fnce anil her white collar. Then the blind fell back into position, and the two gnre, disappeared from their view. "On, that dreadful nomtn!" cried Monica. "That drea-'iul, dreadful woman! She was waiting ior him. You saw it n ith your own eyef, &:ter ItTtha!" "Hush, dear, huh and listen!" ssid her STr.rcic dov,-n cv more charitable companion. They pushed ce more, and their ovn window up one watched from be'.ind the curtains. For a long time all wa silent within the house. The light -;ill stood motionless ns thongh Mrs. WcMmacott remained rieidly in tlie one position, while from time to time a shadow passed in front of it to show that her midnicht visitor was pacing up and down in front cf her. Once they saw his outline clearlv, with his hands outstretched as if in :ppeil or entreaty. Then suddenly there was a dull sound, a cry, the noise of a fall, the taper was extinguished and a dark figure fled in the moonlight, rushed Ecro the garden and vanished amid the shrubs at the farther side. Tnen only did th two old ladies under stand that they had looked 0:1 while a tragedy had been enacted. "Help!" they cried, aud "Help!" in their high, thin voices timidly at first, but Catherine vol ume as thev went on until the Wilderness rang ith their khrieks. Lights shone in all the windows opposite, chains rattled, bars were unshot, doors opened and out rushed friends to the rescue. Harold, with REtick;the Admiral, with his sword, his pray head and bare feet protruding troni either ci.d of a long brown ulster! finallr, Doctor Walker, with a pokfr, all ran to the help of the Wcsfmacotta, Their door had been already opened, and they crowded tumultuouslv into the front room. Charles Westmacott, white to his lips, was kneeling on the floor, supporting h's aunt's head on his knee. She lav out stretched, dressed in her ordinary clothes, the ertinguished taper still grasped in her hand, no maik or wound upon her pale, placid and ser.sclc-s. "Thank God you are co'me, doctor," said Charles, looking up. "Do tell me how she is and what I should do." Doctor Waiker kneeled beside her and passed his left hand over her head, while he grasped her pulse with his right "She has had a terrible blow," said he. "It must have been with some blnnt vcapor.. Here is the place, behind the car. But she is a urmiii of extraordinary physi cal powers. Eer pulse is lull and slow. There is no stertor. It is my belief that she 5s merely itunned, and that she is in no danger at all." "Thank God for that!" "We must get her to bed. "We shall carry her upstairs, and tl-en I shall send my girls in to her. But who has done this?" "Some robber," said Charles. "You see that the window is open. She must have beard him and dome down, for she was al ways perfectly fearless. I wish to goodness tne nau caiiea nic. "But she was dressed." "Sometimes she sits up very late." "I did sit up very late," said a voice. She had opened her ej es, and was blinking at them in the lamplight. "A villain came in through the window and struck me with a life-preserver. You can tell the police so when they come. Also tbat it was a little fat man. Xow, Charles, give me your arm and I shall go upstairs." But her spirit was creater than her strength, for, as Ehe stngiered to her feet, her head swam round, and she would have iallen again had her nephew not thrown his arms round her. Thev carried her upstairs among them and Jaid ber upon the bed, where the doctor watched beside her, while Charles went off to the police station, and the Denvers mounted guard over the fright ened maids. favi&r EPd3&n7T I V 'Hsr fo$ liWHr i 4 I a 111? a- 't-rv ' CHAPTER XL Day had broken before the several deni zens of the Wilderness had all returned to their homes, the police finished their inqui ries and all come back to its normal quiet Mrs. Westmacott had been left sleeping peacefully with a small chloral draught to steady her nerves and a handkerchief soaked in arnica bound round her head. It was with some surprise, therefore, that the Admiral received a note from her about 10 o'clock, asking him to be good enough to step in to her. He hurried in, fearing that Ffce might have taken some turn for the worse, but he was reassured to find her sit ting up in her bed, with Clara and Ida Walker in attendance upon her. She had - - T little cap with pink ribbons, and a maroon dressing jacket, daintily pulled at the neck and sleeves. "My dear friend," said she as he entered, "I wish to make a last few remarks to you. Ko, no," she continued, laughing as she saw a look of dismay on his face. "I shall not dream of dying "for at least another 30 Tear. A woman should be ashamed to die before she is 70. I wish, Clara, that you would ask your father to step up. And you, Ida, just pass me ray cigarettes, and open me a bottle of stout" "Now then," she continued, as the dootor joined the party. "I don't quite know what I ought to say to you, Admiral. iTou want some very plain speaking to." '"Pon my word, ma'am, I don't know what you are talking about" "The idea of you, at your age, talking of going to 6ca, and leaving that dear patient little wife of yours at home, who has seen nothing of you all your life. It's all very well for you. Ton have the life, and the change, and the excitement, bnt yon don't think of her eating herheartoutin a dreary London loJging. Yon men are all the same." "Well, rr.a'am, since you know so much, yon probably know also that I have sold my pension. How am I to live if I do not tnrn my hand to work?" Mrs. "Westmacott produced a large regis tered envelope from beneath the sheets and tossed it over to the old seaman. "That excuse won't do. There are your pension papers. Just see if they are right lie broke the seal, and out tumbled tne verr papers which he had made over to McAdam two days before. "But what am "l do to with these now?" he cried in bewilderment "You will put them in a safe place, or get a iriend to do so, and if you do your duty, you will go to your wife and beg her pardon for having even for an instant thought of leaving her." The Admiral passed his hand over his rugged forehead. "This is very good of you, ma am, said lie, very good ana kind, and I know that yon are a staunch , inena, out ior ail mat tnese papers mean , money, and though we may have been in . broken water of l3te. we are not quite in ' such straits as to have to signal to our I friends. "When we do, ma'am, there's no one we would look to sooner than to vou. "Don't be ridiculous!" said the widow. "You know nothing whatever about it, and vet von stand then lavinr down the law. ' I'll have my way in the matter, and you shall take the papers, ior it is no lavor that I cm doing you, but simply a restora tion of stolen property." "How that, ma'am?'" "I am just going to explain, though yon nun ow2r unoxnr.K. I might t 1 ing an take a lady's word for it withont ask v ouesiions. 2fow, what I am going to say is just between vou four, and must go no further. I have mv own reasons for wishing to keen it lrom the police. Who do you think it was who struck me last night, Admiral?" "Some villain, ma'am. I don't know his name." "But I do. It was the same man who ruined or tried to ruin your son. It was my only brother, Jeremiah." "Ah !" "I will tell you about him or a little about him, for he has done much which I would not care to talk of nor you to listen to. He was always a villain, smooth-spoken and plausible, but a dangerous, subtle villain all the same. If I have some hard thoughts about mankind I can trace them back to the childhood which I spent with my brother. He is my only living relative, for my other brother, Charles' father, was killed in the Indian mutiny. "Our father was rich, and when he died he made a good provision both for Jeremiah and for me. He knew Jeremiah and he dis trusted him, hotvever, so instead of giving him all that he meant him to have he handed me over a part of it, telling me, with what was almost his dving breath, to hold it in trust for my brother, and to use it in Lis behalf when, he should have squandered or lost all that he had. This arrangement was meant to be a secret be tween my father and myself, but unfortun ately his words were overheard by the nurse, and she repeated them afterward to my bi other, so that he came to know that I held some money in trust for him. I sup pose tobacco will not harm mv head, doctor? Thank you, then I shall trouble vou for the matches, Ida." She lit a cigarette and leaned back upon the pillow, with the blue wreaths curling from her lips. "I cannot tell you how often he has at tempted to get that money from me. He has bullied, cajoled, threatened, coaxed, done all that a man could do. I still held it with the presentiment that a need'for it would come. When I heard of this villain ous business, his flight, and his leaving his partner to face the storm, above all, that my old friend had been driven to surrender his income in order to make up tor my brother's defalcations, I felt that now, indeed, I had a need for it I sent in Charles yesterday to Mr. McAdam, and his client, upon hear ing the facts ol the case, very graciously consented to give back the papers, and to take the money which he had advanced. 2fot a word of thanks to me, Admiral. I tcllyou that it was very cheap benevolence, for it was all done with his own monev. and how could I use it better? "I thought that I should probably hear from him soon, and I did. Last evening I wa3 handed in a note of the usual winning, cringing tone. He had come back from abroad at the risk of his life and liberty, just in order that be might say goodby to the only sister he ever had, and to entreat my forgiveness for any pain which he had caused mc. He would never trouble me again and he begged only that I would hand over to him the sum nhich I held in trust for him. That, with what he had already, would be enough to start him as an honest man in the new world, when he would ever remember and pray for the dear sister who had been his savior. That was the style of the letter, and it ended by imploring me to leave the window latch open, and to be in the front room at 3 in the morning, vhen he u ould come to receive my hist kiss aud to bid me farewell. "Bad as he was I could not, when he trusted me, betray him. I said nothing, but I was there at the hour. He entered through the window, and implored me to ghe him the money. He was terribly changed; gaunt, wolfish, and spoke like a madman. I told him that I had spent the money. He gnashed his teeth at me, and swore it w as his money. I told him that I had spent it on him. He asked me how. I said in trvine to make him an honest man. and in repairing the results of his villainy. He shrieked out a curse, and pulling some thing out of the breast of his coat a loaded stick, I think he struck me with it, and I remember nothing more." "Theblackguard!"-cried the doctor, "but the police must be hot upon his tract" swered calmly. "As my brother is a nar-J. ,-j. lancy nor," .airs, westmacott an. ticularly tall, thin man, and as the police are looking for a short fat one, I do not think that it is very probable that they will catch him. It is best, I think, that these little family matters should be adjusted in private." "My dear ma'am," said the Admiral, "if it is indeed this man's money that has bought back my pension then I can have no scruples about taking it You have brought sunshine upon us, ma'am, when the clouds were at their darkest, for here is my boy who insists upon returning 'the money which I got He can keep it now to pay his debts. For what you hnve done, I can only ask God to bless yon, ma'am, and as to thanking vou, I can't even " "Then pray don't try," said the widow. "Now run away, Admiral, and make your peace with Mrs. Denver. I am sure if I were she, it would be a long time before I should forgive you. As for me, I am going to America when Charles goes. You'll take me so far, won't you Ida? There is a college being built in Denver which is to equip the woman of the future for the struggle of life, and especially for her battle against man. Some months ago the '-committee offered me a responsible situation upon the staff, and I havedecided now to accept it, for Charles' marriage removes the Isst tie which binds me to England. You will write to me sometimes, my friends, and you will address your letters to Prof. Westmacott, Eman cipation College, Denver. From there I shall watch how the glorious strusgle goes in conservative old England, and if lam needed you will find me here again fighting in the forefront of the fray. Goodby but not to you, girls. I have still a word I wish to" say to you." "Give me your band, Ida, and yours, tilara, said Ehe wlien they were alone. "Oh, you naughty little pusses, aren't you ashamed to look me in the face? Did you think did you really think that I was so very blind and coufd not see your little plot? You did it very well, I must say that, and really I think that I like you bet ter as you are." But you had all your pains for nothing, you little conspirators, for I give yon my word that I had quite made up my mind not to have him." the ekd. SEISE ON A FULL STOMACH. Ttat Explains TVliy Ensllshmen Thrive on Liquor TVlilto Americans Don't Ever since I have been in this country, says S. A. Carleton, of Liverpool, in the St. Louis Qlobe-Deinocrat, I have heard it said that men cannot drink nearly so much with impunity as they can in England, the reason given being the diflerence in the climate. For my part, and I consider my self to be something of an expert, I do not believcthat the climate has very much to do with it The real reason is to be found in the difference in the drinking habits of Englishmen and Americans. At home very lew men drink much before dinner, still fewer take anything before noon, and the early morning nip is almost unknown. We drink very heavily, but roost of our drinking is done on a full stomach and in the evening when we have nothing to do. Here, on" the contrary, I find that hun dreds of men take five or six drinks during the day, who seldom touch liquor aiter din ner. When the stomach is full liquor has a far less deleterious effect than when it is empty, but I have often heard Americans decline a drink because they have just had their lunch. Such a reason would never be given in England, but the contrary will often be heard. It is drinking on an empty stomach and not the climate that uses up bibulous Americans. HEATIKQ CAE8 BY ELECT3ICITT. The Coit Found to Bo Much css Than by the Ordinary Stoves. The President of an electric car heating company writes to The Dispatch to cor rect what he considers an error made in these columns as to the cost of heating cars by electricity. As a matter ot fact, he writes, the first cost of a serviceable car stove varies between 518 and 525 and it will last at the most but three seasons, during which time frequent renewal of consumed parts is necessary. On the other band, the greatest initial cost of equipment of electric heaters for cars is 540 and, without repair, will out-live the car in which it is placed. Regarding operating expenses, frequent and careful calculation has verified the results of experimental tests, giving the operating cost of stoves at from 12 to 15 cents, that of electric heaters at from 8 to 10 cents per diem. KENTUCKY, OHIO iD TEXAS BISK AT THE SAME TIME TO SAT THAT THERE IS A REMEDY ear Coughs and Colds, Which, Thongh All Else Falls, It Never Falls. THE TVTSB GIVE HEED TO COtTNSEI Catlettseukg, Ky. Dr. S. B. Hartman In the early part of last winter I contracted a severe cold, at tended with a bad cough; then, being ex posed during the late flood, added to my disability. I have taken your Pe-ru-na with best results. My cough has entirely left, soreness is gone, "and am increasing in flesh. T. J. EWK.-G. Livr.nrooL, O. Dr. S. B. Hartman&Co., Columbus, O. Sirs: I used several bottles of Pe-ru-na; it cured my cough. My throat and lungs were -choked up with phlegm and I had suffered greatly. Majigaket Wagner. Sui.PHtrBSrRiNGS, Tex., Feb. 18, 1891. I hereby certify that I was cured of a very severe cough by one bottle of Pe-ru-na, after having used two prescriptions from my family physician and one other cough remedy to no advantage. E. K. McKinnet. To stop a cough in any other wav than to check the secretions is as foolish as it is harmful. Tho trueicough medicine is the one that cures the congested membranes, and thus stops the discharges, when the cough ceases of its own accord. Anything that will prevent the formation of the irri tating secretions will permanently cure a cough, but any cough medicine that simply quiets the cough will not only fail to be of any. lasting benefit, but do great barm by lulling the sensitiveness of the nerves that ought to be constantly on the guard. It is to be regretted that most cough medicines have the latter effect The operation of a cough medicine tbat simply stops the cough without removing the cause is much quicker, sometimes the first dose stopping it en tirely. Hence the temporary popularity of such harmful medicines. The cough medicine that has been found always reliable to remove the cause, and thus stop the cough, is Pe-ru-na. It con tains no opium or narcotic of any kind, and is a sure cure lor all kinds of cough. Pe-ru-na operates directly to heal the con gested or inflamed mucous membranes of the air passages and lungs. Pe-ru-na does not work against nature's efforts, but assists nature. A wineglassful of Pe-ru-na in hot water before going to bed will never fail to break up a cold. A tablespoonful before each meal and at bedtime will cure a win ter cough permanently and quickly. Two ounces of rock candy added to one bottle of Pe-ru-na and taken as above is the best treatment in existence for a common cough, the cough of consumption and chronic bronchitis, according to the testimony of thousands of patients scattered all over the length and breadth of the United States. Multitudes have relied on Pe-ru-na so long" to cure coughs and all cases of colds, in fluenza, hay fever, bronchitis, catarrh and consumption, with such good results, that they have discarded all other treatment. For treatise on catarrh, coughs, colds, consumption, and all climatic diseases of winter, send ior Familv Phvsician No. 2. Address Peruna Drug Manufacturing Com- Pny, Columbus, Ohio. JOKES FKOM WILDER. How Horace Greeley Turned Down a Man Who Came to Bother Him. WHEffWDOWERSMARRYWIDOWS. A Euro Eecipe for Getting Women to Elt Down at the Theater. THE KIND JTAN AT 6UITDAY SCHOOL pnirrrEiT roa rnx nisPATCH. I He who has provoked the shaft of wit, Cannot complain that he smarts of It Or, in other words, if I turn the draught on yon, don't complain of the heat Mr. Depqw told a good story the other day of the late Horace Greeley. Mr. Greeley used to hold his head down over his desk, and was very impatient of being disturbed while he was writing. One day a man came in and said: "Mr. Greeley." The veteran editor paid no attention, and the man concluded to go on with his mes sage. "Mr. Greeley," he said, '"we want your subscription of 5500 in furtherance of a plan to prevent men from going to the place of eternal torment" Withont looking up, Mr. Greeley replied: "Won't give a cent toward it; there ain't enough people there now." Talking of eternal torment reminds me of several anecdotes I. lately heard about .! certain complications of married life! One gentleman, whose mother-in-law was in the habit of visiting him very often, was dis covered by her one. day in a very blue frame of mind. The mother-in-law said, "What's the matter, John?" He said: "I was Just thinking yon will never visit us again." "Why not?" "Because you never go away." Getting Women to Sit Down. Do you want to know how to make ladies sit down in front of you at a theater or other public performance at an important part of the proceedings? All you have to do is to say, "Will the beautiful lady stand ing in front please sit down?" Generally about 28 will sit down right away. Sometimes my audiences out West are surprised at the small size of the lecturer, and sometimes I must confess that the lec turer is surprised at the small size of the audience. In those cases I am always glad if it rains, for then I can make use of that incident to excuse the smallness of the house. I heard the other day of an entertainer who had but one man in the audience. He went on with his lecture, without noticing, ap parently, the small size of his audience. Finally he took out his watch and said, "I shall conclude in a few minutes," where upon the nudience said, "I don't care how soon you're through, for I'm the cabman who Drought yon here." Their Throe Sets or Children. It is a hard thing nowadays for widows and widowers to marry. Complications of ten arise. Suppose that both have children by their former marriage and then more children come. A state of things is very apt to supervene like what I heard the other day of a widow and widower who had married again and are living very happily together.but their children not infrequently cause trouble. They have altogether about ten. One day the wife called the husband to the door and said: "Charlie, come here, quick." "What is it?" he said, excitedly. "Tust look here," she said. "There's your children and my children fighting with our children." A remark once made by a woman In ref erence to a man who had married twice'was "He didn't deserve to lose his first wife." IUndnecs Whero Least Expected. I find, generally, that the masses of the people, wherever you find them, are anx ious to be kind to little folks. I saw an in cident of it last summer just before a great match game of ball at which about 10,000 people were present. Crane, the great pitcher and athlete, before the game com menced, was pitching the ball to the little "mascot," hardly six years old, who accom panied tbe team. The crowd looked on and every time the little fellow made a good hit they applauded him and cheered him just as thoush he had been a professional. It was 'a small thing, but it showed the kindness ol heart on the part ot the people and I have noticed it in many other instances. Even "toughs" are kind-hearted when vou strike them right. A certain doctor, living in East Fifty-third street, was called to see a patient late at night. At alone some spot he was "held up" by two men who demanded his watch and money. "Boys," he said, "put down your pistols. I have only a watch and a two-dollar bill in my pocket Let me reason with you. I have been called out from a warm bed, to the bedside of a poor girl. Look in my bag and see my doctor's implements. They will show you. that what I say is true. I will go to the corner and treat with the 2, if you will let me keep my watch and go to the sick girl afterward." "No," said one of them. "You go to the girl and make your call and we will take the treat afterward." The doctor went on, and returned as he agreed, treated the men and saved his watch. This is a true story. Some People Want the Earth. On the other hand, man is very much like an animal with a mania for getting up so cieties and electing himself president, and if the presidency is not to be had, contents himself with the position of treasurer. This occured among some friends of mine the other day, which shows their remarkable gifts at a bargain.. One was trying to sell the other a horse, and was describing nis ex cellent qualities. He said: "He is 17 hands high; he has got diamond eyes " "Are his shoes gold, too?" broke In the other. Some people want the earth. The Ever Warring Classes. Here is a farmer's complaint about some of his city boarders last summer: "There are some things I don't like about city folks. Some of them are so stuck up you can't reach them with a haystack pole and others are so blamed friendly they for get to pay their board." Yes, this is the same farmer who went into a city hotel the other day and on be ing handed the menu was not at all sur prised or disconcert, as he turned around to the waiter and said: "Bring me every thing; I'm from the country." Overwhelmed Him With Kindness. A superintendent of a Sunday school in troduced to his class a gentleman who called up a boy and said, "My boy, have you a pocketbook?" "No," said the boy. "Well, I'm sorry, for if you had, I was going to give you 25 cents to put into it" Next Sunday the same man visited the school and the boy was ready for him. He called the boy up, and asked him if he had a pocketbook. "Yes, sir." said the boy. "I ami glad of it," said the man, "for I was going to give you 23 cents to buy one." That shows how easy it is to get out of difficult situations. An Editor's Koceptlon TJp Above. I have often heard it said tbat truth is not always the most profitable when fol lowed strictly. It is sometimes hinted that newspaper men .are given to act on this principle. Bat here is a case where the I editor of a newspaper found it of special. I service. He had recently died and gone to the pearly gates, where he met St Peter, who, as is customary, asked bim his profes sion on earth. He said that he was a news paper editor. "Big circulation, I suppose, of course," said St. Peter. "No," said the editor, "in fact our circu lation was one of the smallest in the country." "Pick out your harp," was the saint's comment A Pew tittle Ones for a Cent What's the difference between a dude and Ein? One has a big head and gets stuck on imself and the other doesn't I think it was an old bachelor who said, "Nature shudders when she sees a woman attempt to throw a stone. But when she attempts to split wood, nature covers her1 head and retires to a dark and mouldy cave in.dispair." Here's the latest about ex-Speaker Beed. The Congressman, who is a very stout man, was in London and was just about to enter a cab, when the driver said, "Hist, go in quietly; I don't want to have the horse see you." Here is a good toast for New Year's, which was first proposed the other day by Mr. Sidney Bosenfeld, at a dinner of the Lambs' Club: "Here's to the dear old days and the dear new days, and the dear old boys who make the dear new days as good as the dear old days." Merrily yours, MAESHALIi P. WHjDEB. THEFT OF HAYES' MESSAGE. The Story ofa Combination of Three News papers and a Printer. The last message of President Hayes was purchased from the thief by a combination consisting of the New York Timts, Cincin nati Commercial- GazelU and the Chicago Times. On the afternoon of the Saturday before the Monday on which the message was to be placed in the hands of Congress the correspondent of the New York Times was sitting in fcis office on the Bow reading the evening paper. A young man, but slightly known as a newspaper correspond ent, walked in and asked in a jocular way what was the latest intelligence about the message. "Nothinc that I know of," was the reply. "Do you care to buy it?" asked the youtn. "I shouldn't mind," said the Timesman, imagining that the visitor was joking. To his surprise tho young man drew out from'M pocket a package which proved on inspCeu.n to be the much-desired document.- "H'vmuch do you want for this?" was asked. "HfTmuch will you give?" said the youth. "I'll, -ire 51,000 for it." The juung man said he thought he could get more than that, and, after abrief hagele, 5l,S00 was agreed upon as tho price. It was understood that the money should be paid only on condition that the message reached no other hands. No time was lost in communicating with the correspondents of the Cincinnati Commvreidl-Gazette and Chi cago Times, and the representatives of the three papers hired a room in the Ebbitt House, procuring telegraph instruments and operators to send the dispatches from thence. This was done with the utmost secrecy, not a word being breathed to any body, tor fear least some untoward accident should spoil the biggest scoop that was ever made from Washington. So far as this end of the business was con cerned, things went admirably. During all that evening the telegragh instruments were busily ticking in the room at the Ebbitt House, and the message was sent fly ing simultaneously to three cities. 'None of the other correspondents here had any notion of what was going on, but in New York word got out in some way that the message was coming over the wires. No one could tell what pa'oer was getting it, but the rumor set the correspondents there on the alert The men who represented the Chicago papers in the metropolis wired to the home offices a warning. To prevent the happening of just what did occur, tho New York Times wa3 held back from the presses for 45 minutes after the usual time. As quickly as it was issued, however, it was seized, and the entire message of the President, covering more than a page and a half, was telegraphed to the Chicago Tribune, the Inter-Ocean and other dailies in the same city. It is not surprising that the Chicago Times, finding its hoped-for "scoop" gobbled by its rivals, should have declined to pay its'own share, 5500, of the sum due as pur chase money for the message. There was never much evidence against the printer, and, although he was discharged at the time, he was subsequently reinstated. PUBLIC MEN AND THE PBE33. Statesmen of England Do Not Get Before the Fobtlo So Easily as Americans. While traveliug through the United States, says Sir Edwin Arnold in the St Louis Globe-Democrat, I have found it im possible to avoid an almost mental com parison between the leading newspapsre of your principal cities and those of London and the largest English towns. It is amus ing to an English editor to see how much more readily a public man gets his views before the public here than in England. In the latter country interviewing, as under stood here, is very little practiced, and in deed the law of libel is so compiled that it would be scarcely safe to give free utter ance to public expressions there as it is done here. The result is that when a mem ber of Parliament wishes to set himself right before the public, he either goes down to his constituency and delivers an address or writes a letter to one of the leading papers. The former plan is the more popular and the British practice of giving a public din ner, or banquet, on the smallest possible pretext, provides innumerable opportuni ties. On the other hand, a public man in England had a great advantage over a Sena tor or Congressman in this country, owing to the very complete manner in which Par liamentary debates are reported. In the United States the Congressional Record seems to be relied upon for full reports of pro ceedings, while in England the London dailies print several columns every morning when Parliament is in session, and report all speeches of any importance in full. So closely is this rule adhered to that the com plexion of a great London daily is very dif ferent during the session from what it is during the autumn and winter. ISINGLASS OF BUSSIA. It Is the Best in the World and Is Blade of the Air-Bladdor of Fish. St. Lonl3 Globe-Democrat.l The best isinglass comes from Russia, where it is obtained from the giant sturgeon which inhabits the Caspian Sea and the rivers which run into it. This fish often grows to the length of 25 feet, and from its air-bladder the isinglass is prepared. It is subjected to many processes before being ready for sale, but the Russians, knowing that it has the reputation of being the best, take great pains in its preparation, and in the w orld's markets it has practically no rival. A great deal is made along the Amazon, in Brazil, but it is very coaric and inferior, and is used for the refining ot ljauors and similar purposes. The adulteration of good isinglass with the inferior kinds can alwayt be detected by placing samples in boiling water. The best isinglass will dissolve completely, leaving no visible residuum, while the inferior variety will show threads of fibrous tissue and be of a dark color, often almost brown. lie Knows Better. "Harper's Young People.) Mrs. Stimple That poor little messenger boy has caught a bad cold. Mr. Stimple Don't you believe any such thing, my dear. These messenger boys couldn't catch a slow fever unless it were tied fast THE SEASON OF JOY. Christmas Is the Day of All Days for the World to Be Glad. MEAMG OP THE ANGELS' 80KG; The Christian Eeligion Is Not a Religion of Long Faces. HOW TO OBSERVE THE H0LIDATS rwiUTTEIT FOB TIIE DISPATCH.! "Behold, I bring yon good tidin, ; of great joy!" Out of the midnight sky came the words of that wonderful message. Below, in the fields of Bethlehem, listened the wondering shepherds. It had been night about them. Darkness had closed in npon them. Up above, a few faint stars bad shed a ray or two of dim light, not bright enough to see by. Beside their feet, shone the flickering glimmer of their lanterns, enough to mark out the rocks and grass of the hill pasture, and the sheep which they were set to watch. But all around them, like a wall, was the blackness of the darkness of the Syrian midnight And then the light came. There was a sudden break in the black clouds. Out shone a great gleam of the radiance of heaven. The whole expanse above their heads was flooded with celestial glory. And out of the central shining of it came an angel, bearing this message; and a whole choir, and crowd, and multitude of angels came thronging out behind him, in bright array, with the voice of singing, chanting praises and alleleuias, and thanksgivings. "Glory to God," ran the refrain of the hymn of heaven, "and on earth peace." There Was Darkness Everywhere. The great world lay in darkness. It was night and winter, not only overhead and underfoot, but in men's hearts. People looked out, and looked in, and" saw black ness everywhere. A great sadness and des pair seemed to have laid hold upon the race. The old religions were dead, or dy ing. Men were asking about God, and getting no answers, or lies for answers. There was no guide. There was no clear vision. Here and there, some sage or prophet, like the dim Bethlehem stars, had a bit of light from heaven to offer for the directing of men's feet And the flickering lanterns of conscience and philosophy showed a step or two of the immediate way, pointed out some of the nearest dnties. But the world was in the night And when the light began to shine there in the neighbor hood of the Bethlehem pastures, the men who saw it were afraid. "Behold, I bring you good, tidings of great joy," sang the "herald angel in the glory of the Christmas sky, and the men hid their faces. That heaven should be open, that a messenger from God should really speak to the inhabitants of earth, seemed too good for anybody to believe. "The angel of the Lord came npon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid." Message of the Christian Church. Away with fear! Away with the black night 1 Hail to the sun, and the dawn, and tbe new era, and smiles and singing, and glad hearts I The old is passed away; behold all things are newl "Good tiding's of great joy" I bring you. That is the characteristic Christian mes sage. That is what the Christian Church is set in the midst of this dark world to say. Isn't it a dark world outside the church? Where men and women tremble in the midst of their pleasures and look ahead with fear in their hearts, and nothing satis fies, ana there is no serenity, no peace. Take away the thought of God, banish tne life everlasting out of human hope and what is left which is worth anything? The only imt to be happy, if you lose trust in the Almighty Father and look at death as the end of all life, is just to keep from think ing. Don't think; divert your mind with work or with amusement; don't look up or ahead. For if you do, you will see the night about you, you will discover that it is winter and black midnight But here is the Church of Christ bringing glad tidings of great joy to all these men and women un der this black sky, making the whole world bright and new and wonderful and worth while and glad. A. Message of Great Gladness. The Church takes a word out of the an gel's Christmas sermon, and makes it a de scription of all the teaching which she comes to teach. We preach the "gospel." Our message to men is the message of the "gospel." "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature," is our marching order. And "gospel" means "good tidings." The message of the Chris tian Church is to tell the best piece of good news which anybody ever heard; and to change night into day tho whole world over, and to bring into everybody's heart the ereat joy which is in our own hearts. There is no place in our religion for long faces and melancholy voices, no room in it for despondency and discouragement. The emphatic word in it, from the beginning, is this word "joy." "Rejoice inthe Lord alway, and again I say, rejoice." Be glad; lift up your heads, lift up your hearts; "sing alleleuias; be merry and joyful. "The ran somed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and glad ness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." That old prophecy finds fulfill ment in the heart of every Christian. They used to be able to recognize Christians in the early centuries by the serenity of their faces. And yon can do that still; you can tell which are the best Christians by noting their unceasing happiness. The Secret of the Believer. Why, whoever knows that God is his lov ing Father, aud that the Lord Christ is his sure deliverer, and that the grave is but an open gate into a celestial country, and a heavenly company, and a life eternal how can he help but be glad all the day longl Sorrow comes, pain gets entrance into life, disappointments beset us, there is tribula tion, as was promised; bnt m the heart of the true disciple of the Lord Jesus, the sun shines on forever. We have a secret which helps ns to face trouble, and to banish fear, and to be 6erene amidst perplexities, and to be at peace. It is the secret which the angel told the shepherds on the night be fore Christmas out of the Syrian sky. It is the open secref, in which our longing is that every weary and troubled spirit may have a share; tbe open secret of this great good tidings, which transmutes even the iron and steel of" sorrow into the gold of joy. Christ came amidst the singing"of angelic carols, and the chanting ot celestial anthems. And His coming seemed to awaken a whole sprintrtime of new music. .There was the song which Zachan'as sang: "Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, for He hath visited and redeemed His people." There was the song which the Virgin Motner sang: "My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God mv Savior." There was the song which old Simeon sang: "Lord, now lettest Thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation." A Great Feast of Gladness. And here is the song of the angels, sound ing in the night over the hills of Bethle hem. The old psalmists have been silent and dead for centuries. The hymnbooks of Israel are all finished and bound up. The years have come and gone, and the poets have been as missed out of the life of Israel as the absent prophets. And now, of a sudden, the old men begin to sing songs,and the maidens utter poetry. For Christ is come. And everybody who knows that is glad, and singing seems the fittest kind of speech. This is the feast of gladness. The old songs have their sweet echoes in our Christ mas anthems. All our hearts are lifted up. '"We are so triad that we have been at pains. for months past, to contribute ways ot bring ing gladness Into the hearts of other people. We have gone about with burdens of bun dles. We have had pleasant secrets and lots of glad surprises. We have laid awake thinking of new ways to multiply happiness for little children. Onr houses are bright to-day, and God's house is gar nished with green leaves and fair colors. We are going about wishing each other all the joys and gladness of a merry Christmas. A Short Millennium Bepin To-Day. ' It isa'week or two of the millennium. It is a brief excursion into heaven. Bat we are living just now in a way which we ought to be living all the year round. This is real Christianity all this unselfishness, all these happy faces. For what does it alt mean? What are we glad for? "Good tidings of great joy I bring you," cries the Christmas angel. What are they? Why, that unto us is born this day a Savior.which is Christ the Lord. That is the secret of it That is the heart of Christmas. Back of all good happiness which shines out of our eyes to-day lies this as the real reason for it: we have a Savior: There lias come One into this world to save us from our doubt and ignorance of God. Is God our Father or is He not? The answer to that question changes the whole significance of human life. Even if we say we cannot answer it, our very evasion an swers it. If we do not know it is as bad as if we uttered a denial. But we do know. We are not left to guess at truth. We are not left to the dimstars or the flicker of the uncertain lanterns. God Himself has spoken to us in the words of Jesus Christ. God made man is the ground of certainty in re ligion. Christ is the guarantee of the Christian faith, and the authority on whom we rest the Christian creed. We know in whom we believe; and, knowing Him, we know that what He says is the very truth of God. God is our Father. The world in visible is close about us. Heaven shines above us. Life everlasting lies before us. We are saved from the darkness and despair of doubt. A Balm for Every Sorrow. And He who came on Christmas Day has saved us from the depths of hopeless sor row. Those whom we love go on before us somewhere. And we want to know where. And we look into the grave and find no answer, except an answer which we cannot bear to think of. And we look up into the sky, and the sky is as silent as the ground. And nature about us has no voice of consolation; goes on cheeringly, unconcerned, unheeding, ut terly careless of u, there is no gleam of abiding comiort anywhere. Ail the world is in the night; and all the consolations of our friends are as unavailing, as the stars are unavailing to warm our hands at And then Christ comes to comfort us. "Come unto Me," He says, "all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest" "Peace I leave with you. My peace I give unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." And wc look up, and Christ is close beside us. and the cloud has cleared away. He has borne our grief3 and carried ourorrows; and we put our hands into His hand, where the scars of the nails are, and we let Him lead us; even through the valley of the shadow of death, fearing no evil. The Example of His Life. And He, of whom the Christmas angels sang, is also our Savior lrom our sins. By His death He saved us: that is true but by His life, also. For what is it that we need that we may be saved from sin from our sins, not from the penalty of them at the end, but from going on any longer in them what do we need to help us to amend our lives? We need a lesson in tbe sinfulness of sin, that we may realize what sin actually is; and that, Christ gave us every day He lived, from the humiliation of his birth to the shame of His death, in His blessed teaching. We need an assurance of the love of God; and every word that Christ spoKe was in some way a revelation 01 mas blessed divine love- and every deed that He did, too. Day by day, He went about among us, manifesting God, making God clear and plain to us, and making ns sure of God's fatherly love. That helps us out of sin more than anything else that knowl edge and certainty "of God's love, and the realization which goes with it that every evil thing we do is done against the heart of God. And, then, we need, too, a lesson in the right way to do God's wilL We want to know how to please God. The I,isson of a Complete Life. And He who was born upon Christmas Day, began our life at the very beginning of it, that He might b2 an example to us all; that every single one of us, even the young est, might be able to ask in every crisisof of temptation, in every moment of conflict and distress. What would Christ do if He stood here where I stand? and might get au answer out of that blessed life. No wonder we are glad on Christmas! No wonder we keep the feast with music and rejoioing! Unto us is born a Savior. Set that first in all the gladness of this Christmas season. Make it a Christian Christmas. Do not let any other kind of happiness come in between you and this pre-eminent beatitude. This is aTeligiops season. Emphasize the spiritual side of it Do not let the little children hear so much about Santa Claus that they will forget about the Christ; nor be so occupied with their gifts that they will take no thought of that great inestimable gift which God gave us on this day. Sing the Christmas carols, tell the Christmas story; make, the Christ mas season Christian. Geokge Hodges. A PORTFOLIO OF SUEDE. Beautiful Bit or Household Ornament That Costs Very Little. rwaiTTzsr fob nn: pispatch.i The portfolio shown in the illustration is made of fine gray suede, and is as lovely a bit of color and as useful a possession as any woman would wish. It is decorated with pansy blossoms embroidered in their own wonderful shades of purple and heliotrope, and is supplied with a band of lavender rib bon, with the aid of which it is opened and closed. To make the folio first cut a piece of suede 32 inches long by 13 inches wide. Then at each end mark off a space of 5i inches and over the surface included be- tween the two lines, embroider the scat tered pansies; there will then be left a plain snace at each end with which to make the pockets. Cut the slits through which the ribbon is to pass, and carefully press the embroidered flowers when the practical work of making can be begun. Cut fine white crinoline the exact size of the suede, and baste the two nearly together. Line the suede with dark gray velvet for a space of five inches each side of the central line so that the velvet shall cover ten inches in nil. Line the two end pieces, each of which should measure 11J4 inches, with gray India silk in such a manner as to Icave the ends seamed. Hem the edges of the silk nearly to the velvet, and the folio will be ready to fold. Turn each end over onto the silk'lin ing at the depth of 5 inches so that the edges shall meet the velvet center. Over hand the ends of the pockets neatly and firmly together, fold the whole in the cen ter, and carefully press the creases with a warm iron, when the dainty and attractive trine wiu uo couiiiglo. 1 up 1 A TEAGEBY IN THE PABL02. That Is, the Girl Jadjed There Would Be One From Her Lover's Manner. "Laura," said George, with an eager, rest less yearning in his gaze, "may I ask a favor of you, dear?" They had sat in the darkened parlor for hours, in the eloquent communion of soul with soul that needs no articulate sound to give it language, says the Chicago Tribune. But something impelled George to speak. The longing thut surged up from his very heart must find expression in words. There fore he had spoken. "What is it, George" she whispered. "It may involve some sacrifice on your part, darling. But believe me, Laura, it is forthebest?' "What is it, George?" she repeated, In a voice that trembled as if with a vague fore boding of coming disaster. "You will belfeve me, dearest," he said, with an agitation becoming every moment more uncontrollable, "when I S3y that I am driven to ask it by circumstances overwhich, I have no control, that I have pondered long over it, and am not acting from hasty im pulse?" "Yes! yes!" the beautiful young girl ex claimed, with quivering lips. "What is it you ask, George? What is it?" "Darling," he said, and the wild, Implor ing look in his face thrilled her to the in most depths of her being, "I wish you would sit on the other knee awhile. This one is getting horribly tired!" GSOSEAPHICAL CENTER OF POSTRT. X.Ike the Star or Empire, It Is Surely Malt. In? Its Way Westward. From all appearances one might argue that the center of poetry, if we have any, was now, like the center of population, far beyond the Alleghenies, says William Dean Howeils In Harper's JTaffazine. With this active Western competition, literature, like agri culture, may become an effete industry at the East, and we may yet hear of the abandoned studies of New Enland, as wa hear of the abandoned farms. The poets of the older sections in another generation may leave their haunts in charge of the State, and we shall perhaps have the Com monwealth of Massachusetts advertising them by counties and townships, with lull description of each and the price annexed. It has not quite come to this yet; but the Western pressure is very great, and unless something is done to bring up tne worn out fields of thought at the East by the lavish use of fertilizers, or a new system of culti vation, the future is sure to be anxiously awaited there. Perhaps the application of electricity, or the use of hot water pipes, as in the new horticulture in France, may be found beneficial. But. after all, the West ern product will have its own flavor. Portraits for Christmas Presents. This month, a handsome 8x10 frame with every dcz. cabinet photos. Also genuine crayons at special low prices. Lies' Studio, 10 and 12 Sixth st arwsn This yoans: lady examines young scholar. "Johnnie, where is Carlsbad?" "Part of it in every drugstore in the United States." "How do you make that out?" "The Carlsbad Sprudel Salts aro imported from there, and are the solid evaporations of the Sprudel Spring." "What have they done for you, that you know so much about them?" "Why, they have cured papa of his dyspepsia, and in the place of a cross father, they have given me a kind and loving parent." Dyspepsia will spoil the most angelic temperament. Too mnch bile inactivity of the liver will start it. Try the Carlsbad Sprudel Salts. A standard, a never-failing remedy. The genuine have the signature oi "Eisner & Mendelson Co., Sole Agents, New York," on every bottle. It is an old-fashion notion that medicine has to taste bad to do any good. Scott's Emulsion is cod liver oil with its fish-fat taste lost nothing is lost but the taste. This is more than a mat ter of comfort Agreeable taste is always a help to di gestion. A sickening taste is always a hindrance. There is only harm in taking cod-liver oil unless you digest it. Avoid the taste. Scott & Bowws, Chemists, 133 South a Arrant. New York. Your drujgis' teeps Scott's Emulsion cf cod-Iircr ctl all druscttts everywhere do. $ i. When you ask for a bottla of Wolff's Acme Blacking see that you get the genuine. The real article made by us cannot be bought for less than 20c. a bottle. It is good material and worth its price. There are imitations offered claiming to be "Just as good" for less money. Don't buy them. If the " Just as good " has any merit it ought to sell without invoking the aid of comparison with our Acme Blacking. WOLFF & EAWDOIiFH. PhiladelFbi. is the name of a paint which does worfc that no other paint can do. Glass painted with it loois like colored glass. A 10a bottle of Pik-Eos will decorate a market basket full of glassware. 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