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Voices of the Sea.
TVakfifiil I lay at night and beard
The pulping, of the rostleea soa.
The morning surges
Sounded like dirge
From dome far bank eternity,
Whose spirit from the deep are stirred,
Airtkinj with the morning light,
Again I lintenod to the tea;
Cut with lt surge
We heard no dirges,
lint only lifo's aotivity;
Morning dispelled the gloom of night.
At noon I sauntered forth to view
The tlibbing of that living sea;
Btill it was surging,
But only uriijg
All men to bo both strong and free
fitrong in the oul with eouscioncs true.
At closing day once more I stood,
Gazing acro that mighty sea;
Far ship were sailing,
The light was failing;
Timo, lost in Immortality,
Was the reflection of my mood.
It Is the mind, and not the place,
Our mood and not a varying voice,
That fills with sadness,
Or thrills with gladness,
A soul whose once great ruling ohoice
Reflect in all things it own foroe.
WHERE SHE WAS.
"I don't care!"
"Well, I dono as I do I"
And they had bevn just six weeks
married, these two.
Pretty Sally Masters and Will Graj
were poor people; be was a farmer, and
aha had worked in a factory in Lynn.
It was like a new life to her to get
tot into the sweet country, but she knew
nothing at all abont farm work and
cared lean; it was all knew to her, and
at first was very hard. '
Then she had a qnick temper and a
(pick tongue, and Will was the only
son of a widow and had always had hi
own way.
His mother wan dead when he mar
ried Bally, o he could not have
brought a wife home to the loneh
farm, for it would not support threi
people as yet, though Will worked hard
to make it pay; and the year before he
had received five hundred dollars from
a railroad company for the right to rati
their road straight through his front
yard.
This seemed a f oi tune to Will, anJ
he thought very little of the road being
only a few rods from his door, in com
parison with the money which enabled
him to buy a wood-lot bordering on his
farm and a piece of meadow on the
other side.
Bnt when Sally camo there she com
plained a good "deal of the noise the
engines mado, aid scolded to think the
wagon never could come up to the door;
for she was afraid to cross the track in
it, and tho barn lay on the other side of
both road and railway.
However, a thing that can't be cured
must be endured, so she set herself to
the enduranoe.
Bat butter-making and cooking were
troubles to her, and to-day Will had
grumbled t the specks in the butter,
and pushed his plate away at breakfast
because the buckwheat cakes were sour.
Bally had been afraid they would freeze
in the pantry, bo she eet them on the
shelf above the stove, and they were
spoiled.
How she wished that she hai had a
home and a mother to teaoh he? home
duties, instead of being an orphan ever
since elie could remember and working
so many years in a factory.
But Will never thought of that; be
fancied a woman knew housework it
she did not know anything else, and he
had to tako a long drive to-day and
should miss the good breakfast he really
needed , and he felt very cross.
Ha pushed his chair back and said:
" I can't eat those things.''
'Very well, you don't Heed to!"
snapped Bally, who was juBt ready to
cry, but would not show it fon the
world.
"I had ought to have some breakfast
to go thirty miles on, and I'm goin' over
to Mystio to day."
" I hops 'n trust you'll get somethin
you can eat over there. I s'pose Throny
knows how to make good things."
" 1 bet she does !" said Will, emphat
ically. Now Throny was a pretty, bright,
capable girl, Will's own cousin, and he
had never thought ot marrying ner.
She was iust like his sister, for till very
lately Uncle Dan had lived on the next
'farm, and the children had always
Slaved together.
But Sally had met Sophronia before
and after her own marriage, and in her
foolish heart bad grown jealous of her
beauty and capacity to do all kinds of
home work.
This morning the mention of Mystic,
the village where Uncle Dan lived now,
was the drop too much.
Bully's face flamed and her eyes grew
dark.
"Perhaps you'd better stay toMystio
when you ge.t there, seein things aint
to your likm here I" she said, with bit
ter emphasis.
"Mabbe I had, if you can'tlearnhow
to cook vittles half-way decent," was
Will's spiteful response.
"I'm sure I don't care I" she an
swered. ' Well, I dono as I do,"' he replied,
aud walked across to the barn.
Bally was so angry that she flew round
tie kitchen as if she stepped ou air;
she was in one of those rages that
exalt the body with the passion of the
mind, and make any action easy while
the inner temper lasts.
It seemed to her as it she heard in
her own ears the boiling of her rage ;
she certainly did not hear out-door
sounds at all; it was accidental that in
stepping past the window she saw Will
drive off down the hard road without so
much as looking back to his heme. She
had not heard the sleigh bells at all.
If some one else bad been there for
her to talk to, probably she would have
cooled down sooner; speech is a safety
valve many times to an overburdened
heart.
But she was all alone in the hous e
and the nearest neighbor lived round a
hill out of sight.
And as she flew round putting the
dishes away and setting back the table
in that bare, silent room, its only out
look sheet of dazzling snow, gray
woods, with here and there a d all -green
cedar, or a round, flat cypress on the
barren hill side, and one expanse cf
stainless sunny blue above, her thouguts
ran riot.
She looked back to the time ot her
marriage, arjd scorned herself for hav
ing believed Will ever loved her. Just
for a few hard words ? you ask. Yes,
only that.
" Words break no bones," tho pro
verb says, but they break hearts, which
is worse ; and. words mean very much
to a woman, though very little to a man.
Will, by this time, was whistling along
in the old sleigh, not thinking at all of
his parting with Sally, but of the feed
and flour he must buy in Mystio, the
price of cranberries and the probable
weight of his pig it was so near kill
ing time.
But poor Sally, pitiable as well as
blamable, for to have a quick, high
temper is worse for its, possessor than
for anybody else, still brooded over her
trouble.
She blamed Will for his hateful
words, excused herself and pitied her
self for her lonely, motherless life and
inexperience, and planned a great many
things to say and to do that should
show Will she would not be trodden on
and abused weakly and meekly. She
finished her active work, built up- the
fire and sat down to her mending; hut
by this time she had come to tears she
felt so sorry for herself and they
dropped bo last ene could sot darn.
Just then the morning train thun
dered by and spun out of sight round a
sharp curve.
Sue remembered that she must go
out to the barn and gather the eggs,
as she always did about that time she
was bo afraid to cross the road unless a
train had just passed.
She did not put on her hood, for the
day was so bright and her head was
so hot with anger and crying that the
cool air was refreshing but ran across
hastily; there were plenty of eggs
to-day, but she had no basket large
enough to hold them; and to her aston
ishment she found Will had not fed
either the cow or the pig; and her abated
anger rose to think that he had gone off
without doing his barn work.
" That's a little too much," she said
to herself. "I aint a-goin' to do his
chores for him, anyway I I've got
enough to do in the house, and don't
suit mister at that. If he thinks he's
got a dumb slave to work ior him, he's
mistook. I" here tho cow lowed and
the pig took up his own grunting com
plaint. They had heard her voice and
knew that there was a chance of break
fast. Sally Lad a tender, pitiful heart for
all her temper.
" Poor critters," she said. " I dono
as I had ought to be ugly to them
'cause he's ugly to me. I'll run over
and fetoh a baskot and get my hood
and mittins anyway. I'll feed 'em, but
I'm bound I won't clean 'em, bo there!"
and boiling over again with fresh
wrath she left the barn and slammed
the door behind her.
Meantime Will went on his way to
Mystio, where he arrived in due time,
did his errands and went to Uncle
Dan's, where he found a good and
abundant dinner; and a plentiful meal
of chicken pot-pie, mashed potato,
boiled turnips, new rye bread and
baked Indian pudding put him into ex
cellent humor, so that when Throny,
who had been before too busy serving
and eating to talk, asked, "How's
Sally?" he said, very honestly:
" Why, she's well, real well; but fihe
got kinder put out with me this morn
ing, and I don't blame her a bit, for I
begun it, kinder faultin my breakfast,
and I guess I made her mad; shouldn't
wonder."
' Why, Will!" said Throny, with an
acoent ot reproach that said more than
her words.
"'Twould be strange it she did know
about housework to once," .said mild
Aunt Gray; " she never had no mother
nor no folks so's she could learn; be
sort o' softly to her, Will; she's a lone
some little cretar, with nobody but you
to hold on to, ye know."
Will's really kind heart began to
trouble him; ho went out again into the
street ostensibly to finish his errands,
but really to buy Sajly a rose-pink silk
tie that would look so pretty in con
trast with her rich dark hair and eyes,
and perhaps cast a glow on her too
pale, smooth cheek.
For Will had an instinct of taste in
his nature, and knew very well how"
pretty and refined-looking his wife was
even beside Throny's less delicate and
more blooming beauty.
So he stepped into the sleigh, and
drove off, thinking now he would
"make friends" with Sally, and how
that dimple in her check would come
and go, and how her lovely eyes bright
en when she saw the pink tie.
The road seemed very long, for he
knew he had left home in a passion,
and now he was sorry. He got thero
at last, just before sundown, and driv
ing into the barn was reoeived with a
chorus from the cow and pig
"Jerus'lem!" he exolaimed. "I
never fed them critters this morning I
I did lose my head, that's a fact. Well,
I've got to tend 'em now. Wonder
Sally didn't. Mebbe, though, she did
not come over, or, if she did, she
fetched the eggs and didn't look at
nothing else."
Very speedily he fed the hungry
beasts and put out his horse, resolving
to go in to supper and finish his barn
work afterward, for he was hungry.
There was no light in the house,
which looked rather cheerless, but then
Sally was frugal and sat far into the
twilight without a lamp, bo he went on
and opened the kitchen-door.
A oold chill struck him ; the plaoe
was empty, still, tireless; a rat ran
across the floor as he stepped in.
Nobody was there.
The low light of the setting sun struk
across the snow-fields with a wan glitter
into the bare room ; the fire was out ;
the stove oold. Behind the door into
the shed hung Sally's hood and shawl,
and her mittens were on the shelf.
Sally must be in the bedroom, sick no
doubt
With an anxious hoart Will opened
the door into it Nobody was there ;
the room was in its usual cheerless
order ; the bed white and smooth as
the outer drifts; the white-curtained
windows shutting out even that wintry
sunshine.
Probably Sally had put on her Sunday
cloak and bonnet, the same dark-red
velvet turban and jaunty, jet-trimmed
sack she had looked bo well in when
they were married. Almost as if he
were afraid of seeing a ghost, Will
opened the closet door to see; there the
things hung against the wall, straight
and smooth, sack and shawl too, and
the toqae was on the shelf above.
Then he opened the tiny parlor, with
awful misgivings. The andirons shone
in the open fireplace; the wax fruit was
undtt its glass shade, between the glass
candlesticks on the shelf; and the big
Bible, the photograph album, the copy of
Tupper's Proverbial Philosophy all
wedding presents occupied the small
round table in the middle of the room,
and took a ghastly tint from the green
paper shades and the wan light of dying
day.
Everything was as prim, as dull and
aa musty as ever. Sally was not there.
There was but one room upstairs,
and either side of it a dark attio; he lit
his lantern and searched there, but
found nothing.
Then he took a bee-line tor the near
est neighbor's house, but though the
family were full of pity and astonish
ment and suggestion, he did not find
his wife.
" Hev ye B'arched the barn?" queried
old Grandsir Phelps from the chimney
corner.
Will had not thought of that; so
Royal Phelps went baok with him and
peered into every corner of the bin,
mow, harness-shed and cellar.
They found the egRs she had left in
the hay, but they did not find Sally.
Then the two men went over the house
again, peered ehudderingly down into
the well, and weighing the bucket with
heavy stones and lengthening the rope,
let it down till they heard the wood
strike bard against the rocky bottom
from whence bubbled up that living
spring. Nobody was there.
" Ion hamt tramped around tho lots
any, hev ye?" inquired Royal Phelps,
"Nowhere only tow'rdsyour house,"
answered Will.
"Well, then, when mornin' comes
we kin track her; for it snowed about
an hour arter breakfast, and there haint
ben no passin' onto the road sence, for
I've ben a-ohoppin' 'long side on't the
hull time to-day; and I took a bite
along so's not to stop ; I was boun' to
finish up to-day."
But would that morning ever come?
It seemed not to Will ; he walked the
house while Royal snored in the rocker,
and recalled with despair and distress
how he and Sally had parted in the
morning in anger ; parted now, it
seemed, for the last time.
He had not much imagination, but
he had enough to conjure dreadful
things about his wife's fate. All alone
there in the farmhouse what might
not have happened ? Or, more proba
bly, bad she not fled from him forever,
afraid of his temper and his tongue?
He blessed the shower of snow that
had fallen in his absence and must tell
the story of her flight ; and he made a
few but very earnest resolutions as to
his future conduct toward her if, in
deed, any future found them once morn
together.
But morning came, and on no field
or road, not even on the railway track
in either -iteotion, was there a foot
print exoept those of Will's old, horse
and the two men.
Sally's light feet had not traversed
that yielding service ; nobody bad been
there.
Then Will broke down ; without food
or sleep, oppressed by the awful mys
tery ot his loss, as well as by the loss
itself, he grew half-crazy , sobbed, raved
and tramp ed the house till Royal Phelp
at )vt went over to fetch his wife, with
the sage remark.
" He's past my handlin' ; I guess
women folks'd know better how to fatch
him to now."
Bo Mrs. Phelps came over, made some
hot cofl'oe and persuaded him to drink
it, set things to rights a little, and pre
pared to get dinner ; but Will still lay
on his face in the bedroom, as wretched
and hopeless as a man could be.
Suddenly a horse's hoofs beat on the
orunted snow up to the baok door.
Will jumped up and rushed out, and
a man handed him a telegram; he did
not hear, while he was opening it, the
bearer's explanation :
"It come to Taunton deepott lor ye,
and the operator said 'was real import
ant, an you'd giv' me a doller to fetch
it."
Will did not answer; his brain reeled
as he read:
" William Gray, Taunton. Tour wife
is at Seyms Station very ill."
"(Jan I go back to Taunton with
you ?" he said to the man, handing the
telegram to Mrs. Phelps, with a light
in his eyes that told the relief he was
scarcely conscious of as yet
" lteckon you kin, for another dol
lar," and with a nod to the astonished
Mrs. Phelps Will was off, and in an
hour was seated in tho train for Seyms
Station.
The story is stranpre but true; when
Sally slammed the barn-door behind
her, she pulled her apron over her
head, and ran across the road, safe in
the knowledge that the morning ex
press had passed. The light fall of
snow dulled the sound of a special
freight train slowly rounding the corner
just at that moment, and Bally was
struck by the cow-catcher as sue
stepped on the track, and was thrown
violently to one side.
Btunned by the blow, she lay on the
ground unconscious. She did not hear
the cry of the engineer, who had wit
nessed the accident; did not know that
the train had stopped, or that she was
surrounded by a group of strange men.
The engineer and one of the brake
men entered the house and found it
deserted. No other dwelling was in
sight
To leave a woman lying insensible in
an empty house was out of the question,
and so at last, after calling in vain for
assistance, they laid her in the con
ductor's car to carry her to the nearest
station, some miles farther on.
When she regained her conscious
ness i( was her turn to fael all those
pangs of regret and repentance that
Will suffered, and to make resolves of
her own, if ever she returned to live
up to them.
Sbe could not move or speak when
tho train stopped, and the men took
her from the car supposing she was per
haps fatally injured.
Sho did revive, however, but only
enough to whisper Will's name and
town in reply to persistent questioning,
before delirium set in, and when her
husband reached the hospital where
they had taken her she did not know
him, and it was weeks instead of days
before she could go home.
In the meantime Will sold his farm
to Royal Phelps' brother, and bought
another close by Mystio, and two miles
from any railway. He knew that neither
he nor Sally would ever again feel safe
at the old place.
So far, their first quarrel has been
their last; the resolutions have been
well kept. Solly can make pot-pie and
rye-bread, as well as many other things,
quite as skilfully as Cousin Throny,
and she is so happy with her husband
and her baby that she sometimes thinks
Will lost all his bad temper when he
found his wife at Seyms. Youth' a Com
panion. A Boy Lover's Tragic Deed.
A most singular and romantio case
of immature passion ended at St. Panl,
Missouri, in a tragedy. For several
months Albert Drake, a well-connected
youth of sixteen years, had been in the
agonies of a first love with Miss Jennie
Faulkner, fifteen years old, daughter of
a well-to-do and highly respected
family. The affair having assumed a
more dangerous form than a school
mate attachment, the mother of the
girl forbade the youth the house and
further association with her child. She
had no further objection than their
youth. Young Drake asked the girl to
elope with him, but she declared her
intention to obey her mother. Having
broken the news to her lover in person
gently but firmly, young Drake aocused
her of having deserted him for a rival,
and they separated in mutual distrust.
The next day the girl was returning
from school when she met the lad and
spoke pleasantly to him. He was white
with passion and made no answer, but
drew a pistol and fired it point blank
at her face. Although they were only
a few feet apart his aim failed him. She
turned on her heel and ran down the
street. The boy ran after her, firing
as they ran, until a gentleman caught
the girl up in his arms and ran into a
house with her. Drake came quickly
upon the scone and demanded admit
tance, but was refused. In the mean
time a party was in pursuit of him and
he ran .from them. In his flight he
fired a shot at himself without effeot
As the pursuers were gaining he sud
denly stopped, placed the pistol in
both hands, and laying the muzzle
against his forehead, fired, and fell dead
upon the street.
At the residence of Jesse McOollum,
two miles from Canton, Ga., there is
growing a rosebush that was planted
since the war, in a flourishing condi
tion, which measures eleven and a half
inches in circuaiferenoe, measured six
inohes above thr ground.
Oftener ask than decide questions.
This is the way 1 a better your knowl
edge. Your eail teach you, not your
tongue.
FACTS iSD COMMENTS.
The writer of a report on English fac
tories and workshops has drawn a pic
ture whieh is anything but alluring of
London bakerieo. He found that u a
great number of cases the staff of h?
is prepared amid surroundings which
are as unhealthfnl as they are unappe
tizing, and that intaome establishments
the arrangements are positively shock
ing. Reports from Louisaua indicate that
the cane which was covered by the
floods is not so much injured as there
was reason to fear that it would be.
This is acoounted for by the low tem
perature at the time of the floods, which
retarded the growth of the young cane
instead of rotting and killing it. In
the regions which escaped inundation
the prospects for a large crop of sugar
are favorable.
Dr. Koch, a Berlin physician, has dis
covered the secret nature of the parasite
which causes consumption. Matter
from the lungs pf consumptives has
been found to be swnrming with para
sites whioh are highly infectious. He
has propagated the disease artificially
and killed animals witn the parasites
thus produced. And now if he will
only produce a parasite whioh will de
stroy the tubercular parasite, he will
have conferred a lasting benefit upon
the human race.
Keep your eye on coins passing
through your hands and you may make
a strike. The rarest coin in the United
States is the double eagle of 1849, of
which there is only one in existence,
belonging to the cabinet of the United
States mint. The next in rarity is the
half eagle of 1815. It is said that the
king of Sweden, to oomplete his col
lection of United States coins, paid
82,000 for a specimen. Only five of
these half eagles are in existence. The
silver dollar of 1804 is rare and valua
ble. Only ten pieoea of the kind are to
be found.
A peculiar business has been com
menced in Texas, the breeding of ponies
for the use and pleasure of children.
An 8,000-acre ranch in Bexar county,
has been fitted up for that purpose
The owner has on it forty-five Shetland
mares and 100 Zacetecas ponies, a
Mexican breed, and he thinks that he
will succeed. The Zacetecas ponies are
spotted, cost no more than a goat, are
very hardy and well adapted to the sad
dle. They roam over the mountain
like flocks of sheep and are about as
gentle. In a short time every child in
the United States will be supplied w;th
a beautiful prize spotted pony accord
ing to the owner of the ranch.
Mr. Charles Dudley Warner writes
from Palermo that brigandage is about
at an end in Sicily. The organization
of tho brigands is broken up and they
are discouraged. "My own explana
tion of the change," writes Mr. War
ner, " is that the brigands have gone to
keeping the hotels in Sicily, and take
it out of the travelers iu a legal but
more thorough manner. I might as
well say here, from considerable expe
rience in Sicilian hotels, that they are
on their way to te first-class. Their
prices are already first-rate. They have
only to raise the accommodation, the
food and attendance up to the prices
and they will be all right. The land
lords have simply begun at the wrong
end."
A piece of good luck has befallen the
prisoners in jail at Council Bluffs,
Iowa. A young giant, who stands six
feet eleven inches high in his stockings,
weighs 275 pounds and is only twenty
years old, has been added to their num
bers. As soon aa they perceived that
his gigantio proportions were likely to
fix the gaze of visitors to the jail, they
put their new comrade on exhibition at
ten cents a head. At the approaoh of
a visitor the giant retires from the cor
ridor to his cell and refuses to emerge
until the dime has been banded to
another prisoner duly appointed to ool
leot the fees. With the funds thus
provided the prisoners purshase to
bacco and other luxuries to cheer the
dull routine of jail life.
An accurate little photograph of Mr.
Longfellow is given by a writer in the
Indianapolis Journal : "His dress was
scrupulously tasteful and becoming.
His hair and beard, set off against a
snowy collar and a coat of black, showed
6ilvery bright but were in quantity
and texture much thinner and finer
than his engravings represtnt. The
features, too, were not so full and
rugged as in hia portraits, but were mi
nutely lined with time, and of that pe
culiar pallor of complexion that comes
only of extreme age. Yet he was won
derfully agile in his movements, aud
continually (shifting positions some
times settling forward, his elbow rest
ing on the table, the head propped rest
fullv in his hand ; then, suddenly lean
ing backward, the entire figure assuming
an air of enviable languor."
Cincinnati has a strange hermit in
Edward llolroyd. He was once a part
ner in a large and euocessful dry goods
house, and at that time was public
spirited, jovial and widely known.
Twenty yours ago he retired suddenly
from business, secluded himself in a
very handsome suburban residence, and
has never since been off the premises.
For months no human being sees him,
his orders to the family who live in the
house being sent out from his room in
writing, and his food being paused in
through a wicket. The building is
going to ruin through neglect and the
grounds are untended, but neither
through stinginess nor lack of mpans,
a his property has appreciated to 8250,
000 in value, and he frequently gives
away money in charity. He takes the
daily i; ;Tipapers, and seems to keep
informed as to what is going on in the
world, but will have nothing to do with
it, and lately refused to Eee one of his
former business partners. Many of hi
old associates believed he was dead, so
completely had he dropped out of
notice, when a description in the Kn
f ui'rer of hw manner of existence called
their attention to him. He ia now
eighty. The cause of his seclusion wm
his wife, with whom he quarreled, and
who obtained a divorco, compelling him
to provide for her a separate mainten
ance. This soured him, and he vowed
to be done with human beings.
Both Saw the Ghost.
In "Bristol Past and Present," lately
published in England, the following
ghost story is specially curious aa being
the only recorded example of a death-bed
apparation witnessed and heard by two
persons : When the English forces
were in possession of Martinique in the
seven yeaTs' war, Major Blomberg was
detached from headquarters to a distant
part of tho island, and there died of a
violent fever. The morning alter mi
decease a Colonel Stewart was surprised,
while in bed at headquarters, by the
appearance of Major Blomberg in regi
mental dress, who, in answer to an
alarmed inquiry why he was not at hi
post, said : " I died yesterday at 1 a. k .,"
and then he delivered an earnest re
quest that his friend wonld, on his
return to England, attend the welfare
of his young son, then in the island, by
seeing him put into possession of an
estate to which he was entitled, the
deeds of wHch were secreted in the
private d .er of an old oak chest
in & house .that he named in York
shire. He then disappeared. Colonel
Stewart directly called trf Captain Moun
sey, who slept in the same room, and
asked if he had seen Major Blomberg.
It proved that he had heard and seen
the same as the colonel. The other
officers laughed at the story, but soon
afterward came the tidings of the death
of Blomberg at the hour he had named.
Digitated Stockings.
From time immemorial stockings
with toes have been used occasionally,"
particularly in the treatment of certain
foot troubles. Lately they have come
into more genorol use, and not a little
publio disoussion has arisen over the
fashionable novelty. The London med
ical authority, Iuncet, ia strongly in
clined to favor tham as likely to con
duce to comfort, and spare many per
sons who now suffer from the develop
ment of soft corns between the toes, a
serious trouble. " They would also be
more cleanly than the' Blockings in
common use, because they would nat
urally absorb and remove the
acrid" moisture whioh accumulates be
tween tho toes, and whioh is the gen
eral cause of offensive odors from the
feet They will, moreover, give the
foot better play, allowing its phalanges
greater freedom of action. And, lastly,
a well fitted digitated sock or stocking
will remove a mass of material from the
toe of the boot and, at the same time,
secure increased breadth and space for
expansion across the base of the toes.
The new stockings, supposing them to
be well cut and fitted, possess many ad
vantages." '
A Strange Scene in the House.
The Washington correspondent of th
Chicago Times alludes to an odd joene
in the House of Representatives a short
time ago. Alexander H. Stephens was
allowed ten minutes, and he wheeled
himsolf around in the peculiar vehicle
in which he sits on the floor of the
House, and spoke in favor of pasing
some bill which would give the honeat t
claimants against the United States a '
chance to have their claims considered
and paid. Mr. Stephens was very much
in earnest, and he gesticulated with his
gloved hand with such vigor and spoke
in such loud, clear tones as seemed a
marvelous exhibition from such an at
tenuated, feeblo and paralyzed body.
In hia seat ho wheeled himself all over
the open epaoe in front of the clerk's
desk, and the members gathered around
him in a cirole,. bo that it would have
appeared to a stranger in the gallery,
who did not know what was going on,
that the members were looking at an
expert exhibition of a curious kind of
a bicycle. Mr. Stephens was applauded
when he finished.
Secrets of Jiewguaper Men.
There is probably no nowspaper man
of experience in the country who does
not hold seorets of importance in his
mind, whioh, if made publio, would
create a sensation, but would stamp
him as being unreliable, and conse
quently unfit for his profession. The
great race for precedence in the publica
tion of news impels him to do his
utmost to outstrip his contemporaries,
but a higher feeling, a dictate of honor,
keeps secret the trust reposed. Fre
quently a person would like to know
the authorship of certain matters pub
lished, and whether his efforts were
directed to "pumping" the managing
editor or the galley-boy, they are alike
fruitless. Every compositor on a paper,
as a rule, knows the handwriting he
Bets up, but if any other persons think
they can learn it from him well, lot
them try it. Toledo Tthgram.
Patience, the second bravery of man,
is, perhups, greater than the first.