PEACE HATH HER VICTORIES.
Bee Sampson win upon\;he mala,
And Dewey capture glory,
And Schley and Bobson write anew
The navy's thrilling story.
But lo! another ship's in sight,
That makes the blood grow warmer)
It has for skipper, blunt and bold,
The horny-handed farmer.
This craft is sailing proudly In,
Upon the harvest billow;
And not a heart that feels is sad,
Or wears the weed or willow.
And all the guns that blaze and roar,
From one to five aud twenty,
Are not so cheery as this one—
The harvest gun of plenty.
—What to Eat.
jfittilpsfiriiit!
j BY JIAROABET BLOUNT. j)
• •
With a roar ami a rattle, the six
o'clock express train rushed across the
bridge that spanned the narrow river
on the Derwent farm, near Concord,
and Alice Derwent, the farmer's
pretty, dark-eyed daughter, stood on
the vine-shaded porch, looking after
it with an unconscious sigh.
"So many come by you, so many go
by you, out into the great, wide,
beautiful world," she thought, as she
gazed over the fertile valley farm and
out through the break in the circling
blue mountains, from whence a trail
of smoke came floating back. "I
wonder if you will ever bring me any
thing? or carry me away? or must I
live my life out to the end, shut in by
these quiet hills?"
"Supper ready, mother?" called out
the hearty-looking farmer, halting in
the glow of the bright firelight on the
open hearth, as he came from fodder
ing the stock, followed by his son,
Thomas, who was the living, breathing
"image of his sire."
"To be sure it is," replied his bust
ling little wife, who had just such eyes
and hair as bonny Alice, and just the
same sweet smile. "Isn't it always
ready, father, when the train goes by?
Come, Alice!"
"Alice is out there looking for her
fortune, mother," said Tom. "It is
coming by that train. I know all
about it."
Alico smiled and shook her head at
her saucy brother, as she took her seat
at her father's side.
Little did any of them think how
many a true word is spoken in jest, or
that the fortune which the evening ex
press was to bring the daughter of the
house was even then nearing their
hospitable door.
Airs. Derwent poured out the tea—
atrong, hot and fragrant.
"Squire Seaton,up in the big house
yonder, don't often get such tea as
this, with all his staff of servants,"
said Tom, looking across the valley to
the brick-and-freestone palace of the
one millionaire in the villuge.
"Poor man!" sighed Mrs. Derwent.
"I do pity him! His wife aud daugh
ter dead, and his only sou so wild and
wilful, and a wanderer all over the
world. Only last week he told me,
with tears in his eyes, that he had
hea: d of his boy, and that the young
man had been seen lately in Leadville,
intoxicated and poorly-dressed, in a
gambling saloon. Yet, when he wrote
there —and wrote kindly—his son had
disappeared. If it was our Tom,
Elihu, I should just break my heart.
Tom if you ever do grow unsteady,
and run away like Philip , Sea
ton, you will give your mother her
death-blow. Remember that]"
"Thank God, it isn't Tom, Martha!
I'm sorry, too, for the man aud for the
boy. Mr. Seaton owns that he turned
his son out of his house in New York,
in a fit of anger, aud that the boy
swore never to enter his house again.
Bad temper on both sides, you see;
and so—Why, Martha, what on earth
is that?"
Farmer Derwent might well ask the
question, and rush from the tea-table
to the door, followed by his wonder
ing wife and children.
A procession of four of his neigh
bors was coming up from his garden
gate. At the gate stood a horse and
a light express wagon, and from the
wagon, the four meu had lifted an in
animate body, aud were bearing it to
ward the house.
"The six o'clock express has run off
the track a mile or two up the valley,"
said Deacon Jones, as he and his two
eons and his brother-in-law reached
the porch with their senseless burden.
"Ever so many people hurt, but able
togo on as soon as they got righted.
But this poor fellow is so nearly dead
that we thought we had better bring
him here, being as it was the nearest
house, and send for the doctor. We
knew that your wife could nurse him
back into health again if any one
oould, Mr. Derwent."
"You're right . there, neighbors.
Bring Lim in," said the farmer.
His wife led the way to the best
bedroom, next the parlor. Tom sprang
on the back of his swift sorrel colt,
and set off for the doctor.
Half an hour later the supper tahle
was cleared, and Alice Derwent sat
pensively by the kitchen fire, while
her father and mother were busy with
the doctor in the spare-room; and
Tom, hurrying to and fro, on their
errauds, stopping once or twice to in
form her that the stranger was young
and handsome, but dressed like a
laborer, and that the doctor said "it
was a near chance whether he lived or
died."
Two weoks passed on. The doctor
fame and went each day; the neigh
bors far aud near voluuteered their
services—all except Squire Seaton,
who lived his usual secluded life in
his great mansion, buried in his books
and knew nothing of the stranger
who lay at death's door,
"Poor boy! Alice, I wish you would
go in aud sit beside him awhile," said
Mrs. Derwent, on the tirst evening of
the third week of illness. "He is
asleep now. If he wakes yon can call
me. If we only knew his people. I
would send for them. I fear he will
not last long."
Alice went in, and took her place
in the nurse's chair. Tears of pity
dimmed her eyes as she looked at the
wasted figure in the bed—the pale,
thin face, the fast-closed eyes, the
hollow temples under the waving
brown hair.
"I wish his mother or father could
come 1" she said aloud.
The heavy lids opened. Two deep
blue eyes looked at her imploringly.
"My father!" whispered the sick
man. "Bring him—tell him—l was
coming—Seaton—Seaton "
The faint voice died away. The eyes
again were closed.
Alice stood an instant like one struck
dumb. She had never noticed the re
semblance before, but now she could
trace the firm lines of the old squire's
countenance in that pale, pinched
face.
"Sleeping still? That is a good
sign," said her mother, coming in,
ready to resume her place for the
night.
Alice hesitated for a moment. Never
before had she acted by or for herself
in any matter of moment.
But the sound of voices might
arouse the slumberer. Her father and
Tom had gone on a household errand
to the village; there was no one else
to consult.
Finally she threw on her water
proof, drew its heavy hood over her
head, and sped across the valley to
Squir6 Seaton's house.
Even the well-trained servant wore
an astonished face as he ushered this
mysterious visitor into his master's
study.
Squrie Seaton looked up from his
book,and his usual pallor increased to
a ghastly hue as he listened to the
breathless girl.
•'My son—my boy—my Philip at
your father's house? And dying, you
fear? Asking for me? Coming to me?
Wait! I'll go with you, of course—l'll
goto my poor boy! But—the room is
turning round—l think I must be
going blind!"
Alice sprang to his side. The gray
head fell on her shoulder. Tenderly
she smoothed the silvery hair, away
from the high forehead, and bathed
the pale face with the cold water and
fragrant essences which the frightened
servant brought.
The old man revived to find her
ministering to him thus. And it was
almost like father and daughter that
they took their way across the valley
together, he leaning on her arm, and
listening greedily to all that she could
tell him of his long-absent, loug
mourned son.
"It is my father's voice! I hear his
step! I shall get well, if he will only
forgive me!" said the invalid, greatly
to Mrs. Derwent's surprise, as the
house-door softly opened to a
stranger's touch.
He struggled up from his pillows,
resisting her attempt to soothe him.
"Father, Ism sorry—forgive me!"
he said, in a firmer voice, as Alice en
tered, followed by the aged man.
And then Squire Seaton came,feebly
but swiftly into the room, and held
his sou to his heart, sobbing aloud
with gratitude and joy, while Alice
drew her bewildered mother into the
kitchen and told of her expedition to
the house of the lonely millionaire.
.Toy seldom kills; and there is a re
vivifying jjower iu love and happiness
combined, far beyond the skill of all
earthly physicians, or the virtue of all
earthly drugs.
So it happened that, as the spring
mouths deepened into summer, Philip
Seaton, strong and well once more,
stood beside bonny Alice,in the porch
one evening, to see the six o'clock ex
press flash by.
"At Leadville, when I was utterly
reckless, and utterly penniless, too,
a letter from my father reached me,"
he said, in a low tone. "It was so
kind, so sad, that it seemed to turn
me from my old courses on the
moment. Just as I was—in the
rough garments of a miner—l set off
to return to my father, like the prodi
gal son. And God led me here!"
There was a long silence; the sun
sank out of sight beyond the circling
mountains; the first chill of evening
was in the air.
"In my ar.ger I swore that I would
never enter the door of my father's
home,"the young manwenton. "But,
it was not this home! Here I may
enter, purified, repentant, forgiven, if
only the good augel of my new life
will go with me. Will she, Alice?"
Ho took her hand.
"But your father ["stammered Alice.
"I am only a farmer's daughter! And
you—"
"I am not worthy of your love in
any way. But.mjr father begs you to
be his daughter, Alice. Say yes!"
She did say it. And so the greatest
fortune of her life—the brightest
happiness of both their lives—came
on that evening train.—Saturday
Night.
He Was a Brute.
It was in the train, and he was try
ing to read. There was the usual va
riety of passengers, and among them a
lady with a very sprightly little girl
who had blue eyes, a head of glisten
ing gold and an inquisitorial tongue.
She plied him with questions and
to.ed with his watch chain.
The mother, who was a widow, fairly
beamed upon him. He was becoming
nervous and, turning to the mother,
said: "Madam, what do you call this
sweet little darling?"
The widow smiled enchantingly and
replied with a sigh, "Ethel."
"Please call her, then."
It was said quietly enough, but for
a few moments the other passengers
half hoped there would be an accident
or somethiug to relieve the tension.—
New York World.
CUARDED BY A SHARK.
A Sixteen-Foot Monater That Did Sentinel
Duty at the Dry Tortugas.
The recent ordering of troops to ike
Dry Tortugas, Florid#, recalls a curi
ous incident in which a boy prevented
the escape of prisoners and performed
a humanitarian act, which was greatly
misunderstood at the time and ar
roused no little comment iu the press
of the day.
At the time mentioned the island ot
Dry Tortugas was used as a great
prison, and bounty jumpers, desert
ers aud prisoners of all classes were
confined there to the number of
several thousands.
The island is but thirteen acres in
extent, surrounded by a wide and
deep inoat, which made it almost im
possible for prisoners to escape, yel
every time a vessel came into the har
bor one or more men would make the
attempt. Obtaining ropes they would
lower themselves into the moat from
a porthole, swim across the ditch,
and try to pass out the tide gate, des
pite the fact that sentries paced up
and down oa every face aud kept
watchful vigilance, with orders to lire
and call the guard. Several prison
ers did escape the sharp eyes of till
guard by swimming and dodging un
der water when passing the senti
nel.
But all were not successful. Sev
eral unfortunate men dropped int«
the ditch from the ropes aud were
found drowned the following morn
ing. The guards were doubled and
everything done to prevent the at
tempted escapes; not because there
was any danger of the men getting
away, as the transports were always
searched, but to prevent casualties.
Just then it happened that the sur
geon of the post was making a study
of the large sharks thereabouts, and
one day his son suggested that they
put a big maneater in the moat where
it could be watched. He said to Gen
eral Meigs, who was stationed at Fort
Jefl'ersou at that time: "It will pre
vent the men from swimming the
moat, and so be the means of saving
their lives."
The proposition went into immediate
effect. The surgeon's son, with the
boys of another officer, went out fish
ing and soon captured a shark, which
the surgeon's twelve-oared barge
towed on shore, the huge lish beating
the water with its tail, aud at one
time taking the cutwater iu its jaws
and shaking it as a cat would a mouse.
Finally, after several hours of hard
work and with the assistance of many
men, the shark, which was at least
thirteen feet in length, was hauled
over the tide bridge, the surgeon's
sou cut out the hook, aud with a
swirl of his big tail the monster went
dashing away.
The shark was dubbed the Provost
Marshal by the prisoners, and that it
inspired a wholesome dread iu their
miuds was soon evideut. But it was
a perfectly harmless creature. It
swam round anil round very near the
brick wall, with' one eye cast up
pathetically. It presented a formid
able spectacle, moving slowly along,
and no one dared enter the water,
consequently no casualties were re
ported. But it was not long before
an article appeared in a northern paper
calling attention to the terrors of Dry
Tortugas, where among other tortures
the Union officers used maneater
sharks to capture prisoners, aud so
no little excitement was occasioned
among thoughtless readers in the
North aud South at what was con
ceived to be a brutality of the officers
who had charge of the Dry Tortugas
prison.
Meanwhile the great shark, in real
ity a timid aud utterly demoralized
creature, was swimming about, refus
ing the dautiest morsels of fish which
were offered it, finally becoming so
tame that it could be touched by its
boy captors, who followed it about on
rafts while the naturalist watched the
method of swimming and made'many
sketches of it and the singular fishes
which clung to its sides. The shark
lived six months, finally dying of
starvation. Its jaws may now be seen
in the American Museum of Natural
History, Central Park, New York
city.
Had a Natural Supply.
Some 01 the volunteer soldiers who
were put under the command of regu
lar army officers soon after the begin
ning of the war found it a little hard
to learn all the lingo of the camps. An
officer sent a young volunteer orderly
to requisition at the quartermaster's
stores some teutage a fad when he re
turned questioned him: "Orderly?"
"Yes,sir." "Did you get the tents I
ordered?" "Yes, sir." "Did you
get the wall-tents?" "Yes, sir."
"And the A tents?" "Yes,sir." "And
the dog-tents?" "Yes, sir." "And
the flies for the wall-tents?" "Flies,
sir? No, sir." "What? Now, why
didn't get the flies?" The sol
dier si ed respectfully; at any rate
he combined a salute aud a motion
which brushed away a cloud of flies
from in front of his nose. "Camp is
full of them, sir!" he answered.—San
Francisco Argonaut.
He W«i Not a Hero.
As the train was leaving Montauk
Point, L. 1., for New York with a
number of soldiers a couple of young
women entered the car with a basket
of fruit tied with ribbons.
"Oh, there is a poor soldier, one of
our heroes ; let us give him some
fruit I" exclaimed one of them, and,
rushing up to one of the men, she
said : "Won't you have some fruit?
You have been such heroes we want
to do something for you."
"You are mistaken, miss; I belong
neither to the Seventy-first nor to the
Bough Eiders. lam only a Regular,
consequently not a hero."
As the young women looked their
surprise the whistle blew and the oar
started.—TJiw York Tribune.
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m THE REALM OF FASHION. #
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For Cold Mornlngi.
For cold winter mornings nothing
can exceed in comfort a pretty morn
ing jacket of soft wool eiderdown. As
here represented, pale blue was the
WOMAN'S HOUSE JACKET.
color chosen, the edges being neatly
finished with a bias binding of satin
in the same shade, which is machine
stitched on its inside and upper edges.
The gracefully pointed collar is a
picturesque feature of the garment,
and is included in the neck seam with
FOR A MISS OF
a comfortable rolling collar,, that com
pletes the neok.
The shaping is very simply accom
plished by side seams, that end just
below the waist line, underarm gores
and shoulder seams, the fronts being
closed invisibly in centre, under
small decorative bows of satin ribbon.
The sleeves are two-seamed, in
regular coat shape, the becoming ful
ness gathered at the top, and the
wrists bound with satin. Although
especially designed for eiderdown, any
woolen fabrio may be chosen to de
velop this neat and trim house jacket,
flannel, camel's hair, ladies' cloth or
cashmere being pretty when trimmed
with ribbon, lace or insertion.
To make this jacket for a woman of
medium size will require three and
one-half yards of material twenty-seven
inches wide.
A Fetching Suit.
Cheoked novelty wool suiting in
brown and chamois shades showing
a silk thread of pale blue woven in
with the line of darker brown that
forms the check is the material chosen
for the fetching suit shown in the
large engraving.
Brown ribbon velvet is used for
trimming, the revers of piece velvet to
match being overlaid with creamy
point de Venice lace. Three hand
some steal buttons decorate the front,
a steel buckle being used to clasp the
belt of velvet ftt the waist line.
Hat of brown felt faced with shirred
chamois, colored satin and crushed
cream roses under the brim at the left
side. Handsome brown shaded tips,
roll and loop of satin ribbon.
The yoke and collar are of finely
tuoked cream colored taffeta that
comes already tucked for this pur
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The yoke may be at both front and
back or in front only, and the revers
may extend in Bertha fashion on the
baok or be cut off at the shoulders.
The closing may be in front or at cen
tre-back, and the box plait can be
omitted as shown in outline sketch. A
body lininc fitted bv sincrlebust darts.
under-arm gores and centre-back seam
gives a trim effect.
The sleeves are two seamed in lat
est cut, gathered at the top and com
pleted at the wrists by bands of vel
vet.
The skirt comprises five gores; the
trimming of narrow and wide ribbon
velvet outlines the front gore to the
lower edge extending all around the
foot. The top is fitted closely and
below the hips it flares fashionably to
the lower edge.
The mode is characterized by a styl
ish air which will hold when fashioned
in any of the season's new fabrics in
plain or mixed weaves.
Velvet, silk or mousseline can bo
used for the yoke and collar, or lace
may be applied over some contrast
ing bright color.
The revers may be of the dress
goods decorated with braid, gimp,
velvet, passementerie, insertion or
applique trimming and various com
binations may be charmingly de
veloped in this style.
Ladles' Sleeves.
A sleeve that is exceedingly pretty
for thin fabrics and one that can be
made up in the heaviest material is
here given. The sleeve cap may be
used over either sleeve or dispensed
with altogether, as preference dictates.
No. 1 has a full upper and under
portion, gathered in spaced shirrirgs
and arranged over smooth linings, the
row of shirring being covered by
bands of insertion or gimp. The
wrists are finished by frills of lace or
chiffon. If a transparent effect is de
sired it is best for the amateur to
make the sleeve over a cheap lining
and out it away from underneath after
the sleeve is finished. This gives
firmness to the seams and retains the
proper shape aud set of the sleeve.
No. 2 has only slight fulness at the
top and the lining is shaped exactly
like sleeve. It is illustrated in gray
brocade, trimmed with embroidered
chiffon and silk applique. Tho back
ME AVI' MATERIAL .SLEEVES.
' seam is opened for two inches at tho
' wrist to allow the frill of chiffon to fall
gracefully through. The pretty
shaped sleeve cap is bordered to
match gathers grouped at tho shoul
' der, causing the becoming fulness.
To make No. 1 will require one and
one-eighth yards of thirty-six-inch ma
terial. To make No. 2 will require one
1 and one-fourth yaijds of same width
goods. 1
Lace Insertion For Decoration.
i Lace insertion and tiny silver but
tons used to decorate linen govns are
most effective.
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Maxim's Bullet-Proof Coat.
When Hiram Maxim, the inventor
of the famous deadly gun, was iu
Worcester the other week, he told a
story of an experience in England
with an alleged bullet-proof cuirass,
the secret of which was offered to the
British Government for about 8200,-
000 in Americau money. During the
test of the "garment" Mr. Maxim
asked permission to try an experiment
himself, and, placing a piece of paper
in front of the cuirass, fired through
it. The projectiles "splashed" out
against the paper, proving to the in
ventor that the bullet-proof quality
was given by a strip of steel. He
then published a paper denouncing
the cuirass, and incidentally stating
that he had discovered the secret and
improved upon it, and he would sell
the secret for 51.75. Asked what he
meant, he explained that his cuirass
weighed but ten pounds, the other
twelve; his contained a strip of steel
thinner than that of the regular in
vention.—Worcester (Mass.) Gazette.
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