IfXIAT Tift NO HAVE YE THAT WAKE? !
WfifcHfttar* hay® ye that wake for us that <lream? |
What hour that Is moro fair thau those that seem?
What pleasure that shall vanish not in pain?
tflUkt blis>- to coin® that ahull not puss again?
In droaml tnrl wave lie all thing* fain and fnfr; ■
fCPhero miMo lulls the Borrowing 1. art of vir ;
Thoro sbt , whom love may nano* uot. xllont stands !
With eyes unwouderiug and iiuplo.'iiig bautix.
I*o touch of lips that here shall never vioot:
Th 6 etrango, lair blossoms dou• nun at our feotj
Voices we'! loved thut stir the rt to tears
• With thought of old and uuretuining years,
TLoro flou.'j EO SAD in triumph that we weop
That its whole joy shall pass; there, perfect sleep.
Long rest laid havlly on aching (yes,
That weary of the sunset and sunrise.
What thing have ye that wake for us that dream?
Long life and little luuglitt r. Ye that deem
The crown of life sad visdoni and despair,
We kaow this only, thf t our dreams are fair.
—Herbert Hates in iiostou 'i ran script.
"SEEIN' IS lIEEIEVIV."
J&fy*" ~s\ BOUT tho time Ly
-0 Jr \ enuder Whiting,eom
s < u \k int<> u small prop
-1 S l \\ ertyand a little ready
ffiv * money very uncxpeo
yJßv tediy, made up his
\fi / mind to leave the
f• B / PHjVVV. sea, which ho had
.3M' '. jiSwi, " f0110w.,i," to use
■ '' I'''- own expression,
ever since he ran
away from home at
( years of uge, it
also occurred to him that it was incum
bent upon him to choose a wife /or him
self—one who should cook his dinnors,
iron his shirt bosoms, keep his house in
good order, darn his stockings, and go to
church with him on Sunday. It was very
woll, as he said to himself, for a sailor to
have a sweetheart in every port, but a
iandsmnn with property 6hould oultivate
the domestic virtues. Accordingly he
proposed to Esmeralda Archer and wus
accepted.
It, was not a love match. Esmeralda
had given up the idea of matrimony years
before, and had settled down as tho vil
lage taiioress. She could, however, turn
her baud to anything, and coming to
Airs. Conuover's one morning, had helped
her to get breakrast. Lysander Whiting
boarded at Mrs. Counover's, and as he
sat at table lie watched Esmeralda going
to and fro with her light, true- step ami
bright smile, lior face, flushed from the
warmth of tho kitchen, out of its usual
paleness, uud that satisfaction in serving
a meal to hungry folk that Is as natural
to some women as their love for babies,
giving her a pleasant, homelike look.
"She'd make a good wile," he said to
himself. And the proposal was the re
sult of the conviction.
The taiioress 6aid to herself that the
ex-sailor had a good-humored faco, ami
would bo kind to lier. He had also u
hone to offer her, which she could make
comfortable for him. The domestic af
ieotious seemed very beautiful to the
lonely, middle-aged girl, who had no
relatives; and if there was no romance
in either heart, there was no fear of the
future.
However, tho Widow Bedott was right
when she declared that wo "kant. kalcu
late on nothin' airtlily." Before a year
had passed over their heads the newly
wedded pair began to lind themselves
unhappy. What happened exactly it is
hard to tell. The man's code of morals
and manners was ii"l that of the woman.
Hhe, a Puritan of lite Puritans, brought,
up in a village, could not understand the
tsoa-fariug man, with In- nightly glasses
ot grog, his desire i 1 .now the parlor
windows wide aud let tho sun in, his un
conventional disregard of neighbors and
his horrible habit of kissing pretty girls.
She tried in vain to force him to bo
"genteel' and proper, tie strove with
disastrous results, to induce lier to be
"jolly," or at least to allow liini to be so.
At last ho secretly wished that ho had
never lelt the sea, and she that she were
stiil a taiioress.
It was 311-st. about this time that the
old woll give out. it liad not been
sweet for a long while, and thoro could
bo no dovh Inn there should nave been
a now one long before. Esmeralda was
anxious to send for certain men whose
mission it was to dig wells, and have ali
done in a good aud workman-like man
ner; but Lysander wus resolved that he
would dig it himself, Tho two ar rued
over this, as tlioy argued over every
thing, and could not agree a > to the site
of the well, or whether it should have
one or the other of certain improve
ments of t. o pump soit attached. And
at last Lysander began his work in utter
ignorance of all precautions taken by
well-diggers, in the very worst spot pos
sible.
He dug a great deal, aud accomplished
vory Httle ; and Esmeralda indignant at
his want of consideration lor her com
fort, and hi carelessness of her appro
val, never wont to inspect his work. In
fact, that well seemed to be tlio straw
that broke the camel's back; the one
reed too mm i..
■Tin g to get up early aud finish
(the woll said Lysander. one morning
int. tivo< jock, as he pulled on his shoos.
■'l'll <-x ; breakfast at 7.
i "Ver.) •:!," said Esmeralda, crossly;
"Til bo up n time to get it; but 1 snail
tub auoth i nap now."
She tinned on her side uud drew the
nountcrpane over her face. Afterwards
Who remembered that he drew down the
lehad ■, and went out of the room softly,
ne with a kindly v. isii not to disturb her.
Such a Utile kindness comforts u
[woman. Esmeralda began to tnink that
ther husband might have banged the
-door, or been cross about imr taking an
other nap, and she resolved to get linn a j
very good breakfast; and thinking what |
it should bo, fell into a pica-;.lit sleep, j
aud forgot all about it. W nen she j
awakened with u start,the sun was high. !
nd a tail clock on tho mantelpiece !
pointed to the hour of 10.
"It couldn't be I" she said to herself, !
as siio jumped out of bed and hurriedly j
drns-ed herself, .Shu had never sept -o I
late in ail her life; and what would L.y- 1
sander say? He I id a right, she thought, '
to lif very augr this time, and lu quite
meek spirit she set to work at the '
kitchen lire, and stirred tho butter lor
uapjacks, and sliced the bacon. While ,
jibe v a- .oing tills she watched thedor !
for Per husband's entrance, and listened I
for his step upon the porch; but m>
shadow foil on the clean, white iloor, an i j
no sound was heard except the chirping j
of thci birds or the chatter of some socio- i
tdc squirrels. Breakfast was r"uriv ; ate ,
Lysander did not conte, aud thrown g mi
Imr sun-bonnet she set foitli to rail nun.
skirting the house, she came loii-.e spot
where the well was dug. Lyaumier's
.jacket hwhg upon a branch of uu old
pear tree, but w here was h-?
Suddenly Esmeralda began tube awure
of the f iot that the well hole wus not
there; the. arih had filled It to overflow
ing; that 'here had, in fact, been a
" slide," and i hut in ali probability Ly
sander w.is down at tho bottom of the
■.'! unc" a ton or so of earth.
With her heart beating, and lier knees
trembling she run all about the place,
e reaming her husband's name. Then
I '
i with ashy lips and tongue cleaving to he*
mouth, she staggered to the nearest
1 neighbor's house, just managed to sayi
"The woll—Lysander," and foil upon the
: floor in a dead faint.
For hours after this several neighbor*
worked vory hard digging away the
earth, with bettor knowledge of its pro
pensity to return whence itcame than the
| sailor had had.
'J iiey came to hie hat at last. Then
itioy inline to water—or rptlier mud and
water. They could do no more.
The general verdict was that the
ground was soft there below, and that
Lysander had sunk in it aud stuck there.
Finally, after a week's excitement and
much drugging and probing of the hole,
they decided to fill the hole up and mu"k
the place as a grave. This they did. A
slab setting forth the virtues of the de
parted, covered tho spot, and Mrs. Whit
ing put on widow's weeds. Three
mouth's afterward a baby boy—Lysander
over again—was born into the world;
and Esmeralda, as she nursed him on
her shoulder, began to believe his de
parted father a model of all perfection,
"She lived," she said, "aud would live
for her boy;" but life was worthless
without her excellent and devoted hus
band. Ho had been so kind. It was in
digging a well for her that ho lost his life.
Aud she told all who cared to listen how
he liad drawn tho shade down aud gone
out softly to his work that she might not
bo disturbod.
Finally she began to believe that ho
had said something very kind as lie went
out, and she repeated that. The boy
was taught, as he grew able to under
stand, that he had had a vcy saint for a
father, and all poor Lyt-andor's queer
ways that had troubled lier much, were
forgotten. She liad ills broad-faced tin
type, taken when he was oniv half sober,
and grinning from ear to car, enlarged,
and finished in pastel, very pink and
white, with a ministerial gravity of de
meanor, and an angelically subdued
smile, nnd taught tho boy to call it "Dear
l'apa;" and meanwhile she cared for the
farm, and prospered. Now and then
somebody proposed to the widow, but
she always gave li gentle negative.
"Her heart is down that there well,"
said an appreciative friend who had
never seen "Lysander, "and if Air. Whit
ing was as handsome as that there pic
ture, I can't wonder, for lie looks iiko
the wax figures in the Institute fair, if
not prettier."
Aiost of the suitors, being widowers,
took their refusals easily; but one tor
torn youth of immature years, who had
remarked to the widow that "it was her
dignitudo that iotelied him," fell info the
depths of despair on receiving a decided
negative, accompanied by a reference to
his early years, and left the town to
"ship for a sailor and get drownded,"
witti a view of haunting the widow after
ward ; and corniDg to the city dock- where
vessols lay met a seafaring man of jolly
aspect, to whom he put a few questions.
"You sec," he said, "I don't kuow jest
what to do. I've never followed the sea.
I've kept grocery in Togglnstowu all my
life, and I don't know as I'll get took
onto a ship anyhow."
"You'll go back and keep grocery, if
you'll take my advice," suid tho sailor.
"Togginstown I Why, I used to live
there once. Do you happen to know
Lysander Whiting down that way?"
"Hakes alive! Him! Why, he s dead
long ago; live or six years ago!" cried
the boy. "I never saw him, but I've
l.c.ii d enough of him. She goes on about
him continual. It's enough to make you
tick."
"Agin him?" asked the sailor.
"No; piaisin' of hiui," said the boy;
"How awful good he wus, and how
han'somc. Well, he was liau'soine.
There's his plctur to prove it."
•"ton don t say so," cried the sailor.
"But Ids goodness!"
• i don't believe lie was such a safnt.
You couldn't get mo to," the boy went
en. "To see Tier sittiug there holding
the boy."
"What? Who?" shouted the --ailor.
"The young son that was born, I'm
told, after that —I mean after Air. Whit
ing got smothered in the well hole. I
uiu'i want to be disrespectful to the dead
but—well, you can licar too much of'em.
She is all in black, 'inv poor, dear, good
Lysander, that killed himself working for
me,' every minute."
".Jonah! I want to know!" cried the
sailor, "And ho does she look? 1
"She lovely," ciied the Cupid blinded
you;li, "so matoor, aud ha such dig
uitude."
"Boy, you are sweet on her," said the
sailor .iorcoiy ; "don't deny It!"
"What's t! at to you if I am?" re
torted the la .
" lint I" said tho sailor, a- lie knock-si
him down.
He was gone when Billy got ni->
breath back and scrambled to his ioel
again.
Jsnieralda Wlilting, with her boy be
-ide her, in lier kitchen peeling
. aches fot . i ■ rvos, when a shadow
fell upon to- lloor. She looked up
and ga\<- t scream. A sailor, with a
bundle on ids shoulder, stoo l th.-re
looking a*. iu ;. The red pencil dropped
out of her hund, and rolled over file
white boards. Tho knife dropped glit
tering in utiie pile of peelings.
"Lysander, in his ghost i" she
panted.
"Esmeralda!'' cried the sailor, and
took lier in iris arms. "I never thought I
should get back to you, my dear, lie
•and. "I left you iu bed, you know, aud
and wentout J lini.-litiie well. Well, u -
I jumped in there was a crash ; down i
went ever;.'.l i.'ic Muck around uie, and 1
knew it w - a lide. I didn't kuow any
thing more until I found myself splash
ir.io ihe v a or. and yelled. When 1 yelled
somebody else did.and i iel- my oil pulleu
upb . my feet. I expe !-d i wus some
oi the neighbors, but, bless you, when I
gut the water out of my eyes, there I
was standing among-., a crowd of Chi
nese, and iiist -n-l of our house and tne
burn, a pagoda there and a jo s house
here, it tons in ■ ton min ites to un
derstand it. Then J remembered how
the dominie hu-i told us in one of his
sermons about the antipodes, as he
called 'em, and how China was jest under
or feet, and 1 saw I'd gone clear thiough
the World ami landed by good fortune iu
a Chinese well. Well, I knew you d he
i-ke.-rod; so 1 hunted up the consul ami
stated my C-ISH. He allowed it was sin
gular, but lie stood by mo. After a
while I got a chiiucu to go homo, but it
takes a good while to go round the
world, and I've sometimes thought I'd
never gt lie e. It's over now, thank
goodnes-. Aud so that's tiie boy !'
He put one arm about his wifo and
one about the child, and at that moment
the two middle-aged people mutually,
though silently, vowed to live happily
together.
How much of the story her husband
toid her Esmeralda believed, it, wa nurd
to tell, but certainly, as she do.dared,
China was right where the dominie said;
ami Lysander was back again, and
••Seein' WHS helievln'," as everybody
know.—N. Y". Ledger.
The embroidering of bath blankets is a
fancy work which occupies feminine so
jouraeia at the .--a-ide.
[ MILFORD'S GREAT TIME.
j
1 THE OLD CONNECTICUT TOWN CELE
| URATES ITS JJIRTII.
I
J Founded 250 Years Ago-The Oldest In
habitable House in tlie Country
j Within Its Uoundary—liellcs of the
i Well-Known I'oet, Fit*-Ore one lial
leck—Coin mentor nil ve Tower.
| Tho quaint old Connecticut town of
J Milford is now in tho midst of tho colo
j bratlon of tho 250 th anniversary of its
founding, and each and every inhabitant
• feels that an added importance now at
taches to tho quiet little place ; but the
1 Milford of to-day, in spite of one or two
thriving industiies, is us peaceful, as
primitive, as contented a community as
® it has been any time within the memory
r of living men—or of women either for that
matter. The basis of its modest thrift i
1 husbandry of the rich bottom lands on
" which Rov. Henry Whitfield and his
ship s company pitched thoir tents 250
' years ago, and husbandry of those har-
J ves's that the diurnal seasons of the sea
brings to thoir shores.
1 According to tho records, Capt.
' Thomas Tlbbals discovered tho presont
7 site of Milford, the river Wopowage, the
* narrow gorge and its cascade, during the
Fequot war, the Indians retreating to
the Fairfield swamps in 1028. A party
| of settlers started from New Havon dur
" ing tho following summer under Tibbals'
1 guidance, and founded tho town of Mil
" ford, August 28, 1639. The bridge and
| tower that have been erected to cotn
memorato this event are of undressoi.
1 granite. Tho bridge spans tho swirling
rapids at the gorge in a single arch. Tim
stones aio keyed together, so that tin i;
: is not a straight lino in any part of tha
solid masonry. The round tower is
■ joined to tho parapet of the bridge a;
1 the western end and tapers toward the
top, its conical roof being composed of
1 Spanish tiles.
i
OLD STONE HOWSF—I639-40.
A huge buttress continues beyond t..0
lower, completing the curve of the para
pet, and descends gradually un'il it ends
in the old millstone used by William
Fowler in iho first giist mill ever erected
in tho colony. This stone serves as a
scat for the wayfarer, and boars an in
scription telling .ts history. Incorpor
ated in the masonry are the memorial
stones, each bearing tho numo of a
founder.
The keystone of the arch over the
tower door beats the head of an Indian
in war costume, and over it tile word,
•'Wopowage," and the inscription;
"Wopowage River." Near by is a :ablet
announcing that it is laced there by
Wopowage Lod • \'o. 11, I. O. O. F., in
stiluted July 11, 1844. At the east end
of the bridge is another millston which
once served Governor Jonati.au Law as a
doo step, and it. is so inscribed. At. th
we tern extremity is a huge block of
anile in memory of I'eter Prudden,
th rst pastor of Mliford's first ch rch.
He preached his fi-st sermon in the col
tuiy tpril 18, li tis, ai New Haven, and
ieii i . 1 '56. 'lhe lower door is nine
timo'eii by an ancient knocker, and a
.uM 't stands beside it to the memory of
Kobe t Treat, who was for thirty y
i. o\er ior and deputy governor of Uou
uo.icut colony.
pf,p. JSI Hi
THE FOWLEK HOMESTEAD.
The Connecticut homestead, like the
Now England character, presents a
somewho: gein exterior, which hurt!l.
hints at lhe wealth of good humor and
guodch • : within. Even in their house
building tine otherwise eminently
practical folk, our Puritan forefathers,
went to no -light extra expcti e and
labor t(i invcit lite natural pr,. iiiial
processes of architectur and uiadi
their ris.ng Moors overlap, as if IO serve
notice on passers-by, "io lodgment
here."
Of this feature In coast ruction. .-<>
common herca outs, the Fowlor m iu
' s'en, er cted on Moose Hill, some three
j miles from Min'ord village, alTords a fair
i example.
Milford m l its viclni y nr.) rich in
i souvenirs oi Connecticut's groat poet,
' Fitz-Oreeno ilallock, and tlie preseu
p hotel of tho town
r; j was for inatiy
. || I years the re-'
yi \ ~ j donee of the man
a 1 ii ! ° 1 wlio tu tin
% I "Nutmeg State-
JkV —and ore-uiui
/fy/f / f\\\ those ol
I i m\ * h<• town now
! L'pifj t "\ i I 'celebrating it
| iVm I y . J birtn.is so proud
I VIVA \ /,' / I Among other
\ V ; 'A • ?! // periiapn, th ■ln l
.V\ // lows it:..-
j \>. ' / . ciowlth 1,1 i i
\ >.-CMA/ l I ei-as qiu. lit
'; •" the
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fci ■
t, j pit- 111 •♦V\ |
tj ■" 11 " u
\j p-i'iH u Hie t
nisi,n. iion i- ii.-
FLTZ-OHEENI: H I,- p OH() e . ~
LECK'.S BIN O vs. ~:de-. IIIUA ,i- ..
house in tlie :t • I S>i e<. i •is t
stone man-ion v *II eveiv >1 ceo
pilgrim will tu ii u-ide to in pent, u . he
makes the dl-tc. re of luil a itu.e oe
Whil 11-ii street i om th.'very pr.mitive
Shore Line luilwaj station to 'iiev.liag.
! center.
Until recent years one house in St.
Augustine, Flu., outri-alleil Lis in ag",
I but lliat was imp iiv demolished ill goo I
time or tlie purposes m' th- Milfm* eel
ebra io .
The "Old Stone House" w'as erected at
some period in 183'J-iO by thai, ma i t
prominence in the alTairs of this wot Id
good i'arson Wblttield. ami Is still, at
i though the oldest I ouee in the counliy
In a fair state o.' preserva io: .
The receding gun ■ ale is tt favorite
1 feature in lhe German warehii'.
I
, •* UUJ.,, |SftnER WATBR.
Revenge of Onm vor tlpon Anothw
With Mi Hen. jj e Quarreled.
One of the host dinars I ever met wus
old Captain CoraptoE. who was mur
dered at the bottom of \po ecu, says a
writer In tho l'ittsbuig "Dispatch."
Wo wero working at the time on tho
wreck of an East Indiaman, in tho At
lantic side of Cape Cod, the peninsula
of Massachusetts. Amongourcrow was
a huge HayLiun nogro known as "Nig
ger Jack," who had for some reason
taken a violent dislike to Compton. He
never lost an opportunity of picking a
quarrel. Time and again they had triod
to settle tlie matter with fists, the negro
invariably getting the worst of the con
llict. Cn the occasion 1 mention Comp
ton, Jack and another diver wore sent
down together.
After working a short tr-.u© t^ o negro
suddenly droiv tiis knife, and, spacing
at Compton, made a vicious plunge its
his right side, imping to cut through tho
cauvus coat and dispose of him. The
old captain was too quick for him, how
ever. Ho caught the a.-snssin-* arm and
threw hiiu off, at tho same time drawing
his own weapon. Then began a battle
for life beneath the waves. Tho captain
glanced into tho blazing eyes glaring
ut him from behind tho negro's helmet
and knew that tho life of ono or tlie
other would soon pay the penally of tlio
feud.
Again and again tho negro sprang at
Compton, only to find his blows parried ;
around they circled, jumping here and
there, and wo above grew alarmed at. tlie
strain on the air pipes and life lines,
until suddouly a rush of wator into
Compton's pump told us that his pipe
had parted. Quickly I sprang to the
hoisting ropes, intending to ralso him be
foro tlie air in the hclutei gave out, but, to
my horror, they were slack, showing
that they, too, had parted. At this in
stant came the "quick hoist" signal on
the lino of the other whlto diver, and,
wild with four, we grasped the ropes and
soou had him in tho boat. Quickly we
removed his helmet and plied him with
questions. For a moment ho could not
speak; then he gasped: "Compton's
Ueud; tho nigger killed him; ho cut tlie
pipo and lines," and fainted. The
shock of the submurino murder had been
too great fur even this strong man.
We tested the negro's lines. They
wero still taut, and arming ourselves
with clubs we hoisted the murderer to
the boat—ho ottered no opposition as we
remove ! tho 6iiit and securely bound
him. I instantly dressed and descended
alter Compton's body. The water around
him was tinged with blood and as 1 bent
over him I noticed, with horror, that tho
/runt of his jacket had actually been cut
to pieces, no less than a dozen wounds
being afterward found upon his body.
Tho negro was tried and convicted, but
committed suicide by choking himself
with the sleeve ol' his shirt.
ItemxirkiiMe Will Power*
Three atorioa were told in lioston over
after-dinner cigars the other day, show
ing the power ,of man's will. One was
of a young ollieer iii tho English army
who \vqs peculiarly stubborn and iraßoi
-6e. He had been confined to his bed
inter a severe attack of the heart and
was uuable to move. His physicians
asked ono of iiis fellow ollicors to warn
mm that he would never got out of bed
again, that he might arrange his affairs
lioioro death. When the sick man was
told what the doctor had said ho arose in
bed excitedly and said: "I will never
got up again, eh? I will walk to the
noctor myself and show hiin." He
jumped to tiie Hour, walked across the
room and fell dead.
The other wus about a sheriff out west
who, when arresting a man, was stabbed
Lirough the heart. He seized the man
by tho shoulders after the bludo had
.-truck him, pressed him to the ground,
drew his revolver, and deliberately
thrusting it down tho struggling man's
throat, pulled the trigger ut the instant
iie himself died.
Tlie third story was regarding another
ollieer who was hunting down a thief.
The man thought tha. he hud given bis
pursuer tiro slip, but just us he entered
one door of a ruilroad cur tho officer
appeared in tho other. Tho thief in
stantly lirod, tlie bullet penetrating his
pursurer'e brain. The otllcur returned
ine shot, bringing his man to the ground,
lie then dragged himself ulong the aisie
of the car, firing as no crawled, until his
r volver was empty. lie was dead when
ho was picked up a second after ho
ceased to shoot. —New York Star.
MatlntlCd of Peri^sth'luiiN.
A recent statistical publication of the
city of idorliu gi\ <v> information concern
ing the numoer of persons w*"> daily
pu-,s along the most crowned thorough
fares of lierlin, London, and l'urls. In
the Leipzigor strasse, Rorlin, between
rho Leip'.iger Flatz and tho Wilholtn
sliaase, in February, 1878, wero 43,1.14
persons ovory eighteen hours; on tlie
Jannowitz bridge during every eighteen
hours in Dec uiber, 1883. were i,UUO per
sons. At tlie same time some Hii.liOO per
sons were passing over tho Urauien
bridge. In April, 1884, 08,713 passed
every sixteen hours through the Muuz
stnisse between the Grauadier and the
Kaiser Withelni strasse.
In tlie same month the number of
pedestrians in a short stretch of the
Getraudleu strasse was 47,506 every six
teen hours. The daily travel of pedes
trians over the London bridges Is esti
mated to be: Over London bridge, 110,-
Wi-t; Itliickfriars, 78,198; Westminster,
41,460; aterloi), 32,815. In the work,
"Eos Traveaux publics do Frunce," l'aris,
'.lt, the number of person-daily cross
ing the Font Nouf, in 1312 already 80.-
00.1, is estimated to be about 150,000, —
N. Y. Sun.
Tlie Hollies ol ♦!• l ulllnel.
All of the cab.iiet officer:, have rented
houses tor next winter, and the olliuial
season is expected to far surpass thai of
tie Cleveland r gimo. Mr. lilaine had
some dillleulty at first in finding a Hon o
to his choice, but at last decided upon
lno old isoward man-ion on Vernioir
avenue aiiit right acioss from the Whi"o
House and state department. It is large
and old-fiisliioned, ivitti green blinds to
the windows.
Fostmuster-General Wunamaker has
tlie finest house of tlie cabinet. Soon
alter his appointment In - purchased tlie
house .u Secretary of th" Nan Whitney,
and decorators arid carpenters have bem
busy all summer. Secretary Tracy hu
. bought tlie large house occupied by tti"
post.iuaster-ge.e rai of the lute oiliuini
- nat ion. Secretary Wimlom bus not yet
d'cid.il upon his house, but it is more
than likely tluit he will occupy lhe same
one lie had when senator.
Uncle Jerry Rusk hu-i the houee on
Massachusetts avenue formerly occupied
by Minister Lincoln when secretary of
war. Secretary Noble is the last cabinet
ollieer lo rent. He lias leased for three
vears th- fine house formerly mviwd uy
ji n Holliduy. Taken altogether, tha
cabinet is well provided for.
The black ribbon collars now seen on
light dresses urn fastened with small
(thine stone buckles.
TUB LADY OR TUB TIOBtt.
The clock struck nine, and FonUfsz was atietylnf,
what to <lo-
J Five \viw It in worldly wealth—his morr..*je
set for two.
"Which shall it be?" he pondered, as with th tuh
he playoil;
"Tho girl against my luck at cards—tha tiger or
the maid?
"Five dollars pays the parson, but when th® hoot
is tied
My rope is run. there's nothing left to give tho n w
made bride,
"But with a glorious winning, culled from tho
tiger's lair,
No present wero too handsome to give my Indy fair
"Yet, if I lose—ay, there's the rub—'tis a far easiea
thing—
] Tho briifr-eluct may wait in vain the lover autl the
I ring."
He tried his ltiok, the tiger won, and yet, I think,
1 the maid
i v. - --Wiujpicr far than if the youth in better luck
I bad pu^.,,l
—Chicago New®.
GERTY'S ELOPEMENT.
„ UNDERSTAND,
/ thou, you mean
an elopement?
V Oh, surely, surely,
j •d ; Gerty, you never
1 If. cuti be in earn
- • *£*- : 4'4 e8t? "
v •/"" < 'fa Gerty Fane sat
>-AW'? on 11 lnlll ' n I°B>
VV'\ * S'-a whose mossy cy
'-Ak, gOTi Under was half
* Ji hidden i n tall,
/■—. r. J*?\i//rSplumy ferns, and
u " {vt'yS wheie the trem
/ •-V'v ifflETybliug July sun-
V \Jj' liuliikyx'v'lieums rained
; ; , down through
1 | mil summer to
-* ' f liag'o like a ens
v cudo of gold. An
artist wou 1 d
have painted her as a wood nymph,
with her hair of braided sunshine, hei
deep, limpid eyes, and the beach-like
bloom upon her perfect cheeks.
And ,iet this dew-eyed beauty wu>
neither more or less than a factory girl,
who worked a machine in the big shop
whose gray stone chimneys rose out ol
tho hollow below, at a dollar a day; it
girl wno had grown up on a diet of yel
low-covered novels, and dreamed ol
knights and ladies and perilous adven
tures.
"Y'os," said Gerty, lifting her dew
blue eyes, "an elopement. Isn't it ro
mantle? And isn't lie imiuisome?"
Sarah Willis looked i-icily down into
the eyes thai, were so like blue ttowers,
"Gerty," said she, "I beseech of you
to think twice about this business. Have
you forg en Francis Try on?"
"Francis Tryon! Unly u cutter in the
shop!'
"An honest, honorable man," said
Sarah, impressively.
"Why don't you take him your-,oil,
since he is suck a paragon?" return .
Gerty, saucily.
"Because he loves no one but you."
"Then he may leave oft loving me at
his leisure," said Gerty. "idou'tcarca
tig foi him, and never shall. I am going
to marry Mr. Montressor; and 1 nev
would have told you of the ciopomei.,
if I had supposed you were g- g to lie
so iil naturod about it My , isa
i.ujns v prejudiced again-: him an you
arc, and -o 1 aiu driven to it."
Aim Gerty l ane tried to vail her exai
ta iou beneath a tone of injury as sin
rose up and began to i.,m,e her way
through tho tall ferns, Sarah loosed
wistfully after her.
"A spoiled, harmless little beauty !"
she sum to herself. "But Mr. Tryon
was kind to me when I came hero frien t
ler.s and alone; ami Mr. Tryon loves I ei;
for his sake I will not siiiml ~uie,;.v e.
and see her insh on ruin.'
"You see," Gerty i aue liad told her.
Coiiii lentially, "I am to go to he shoj
on Wednesday, just,a- usual, s . mat iu;>
father will not suspect anytliipg, an I
then I am to l'eign a headache, just at
train time, and leave work, step quietly
on board the train and go to Pittsburg;
there 1 stop at the llapgm house lie
comes there tlie next day. a d we're
murriod; and then we s all io Sara
toga, or Newport, or Long Hianuh, or
some of those aristoeritio place- ; and
won't it be charming?"
But Sarah Willis shook her head dubi
ously.
"I don't like Mr. Moutressor's looks,"
said she.
"He's just exactly like that picture.
•Lord Byron." in the 'Fuels of Eng
land," retorted Gertv, triumphantly.
"Hels only a I. >■ •. I.ngsnlesmnn.'
"But he's to Lua partuer in ta- firm in
lh" fall. He told me so him'e". a"d lie
showed mo the photograph • m-em
ployer's daughter, wlio is madly in lov
with him."
"Why don't he marry her, then?"
And now Gerty dimpled iulo radiant
consciousness.
"I suppose becne - lie likes me best," i
said she.
"Oh, Gerty I—ami you believe all this
farrago?" sighed Sn iti, de-pairingly.
"You're only eaiotis because you
haven't such o lover yourself," retorted
Gory, frowning > • I r tier curls like a
lovely, willful eln i.
And tlien Satali • i lis abandoned th.
task of lemoustraie ■ it" , for all thai.,
the tliouglit ol i iimk Tryon's iiearl
break lay sore and in i \y at her iumout
soul.
".-■he muy go to ruin her own way,"
thou, h* Harah; "l>ut eu shall not drag
him oown wit.li her. niressor—Mon
tressor— 1 know I iniM i nrd the name
Monies hero—it eai • ie-a •! tri able re
membrance with u . i iie über now!
It wis a Mr. Mom r - o i.ai boarded sol
long wi'li \ii ut F".l> . uirker. and Ui.-u I
weiu IK.IIV Million • ".line his score.!
George G.eilnii .lion I that was j
the nam" ! lii to ■ A..nr, Follvthisi
very night. 1 e.-ta cn.-il. gn lie r- - tlie :
train by 9 o'clock, ami tiackugain in time I
for work tomorrow morning. Ami if
there is anything to lie found out, I'll |
; find it! Fram is Tryon was good to mo i
once, and 1 shall never forgot It."
"Can I speak to you tonight, Gerty?" j
Gerty Fane was hurrying away from j
t the great workroom where the buzz of :
wh -.'ls wus gradual!, decreasing, and j
; th" girls were b •. inning to look tor ilieir ;
i hats and slinwls, when Francis Tryon I
J advanced toward lie:.
"No!" she retorted, peiutnntiy. "I'm j
I in u hurry!"
"Then I will walk along toward home ;
I with you.'
"I'd rather go alone I"
He cast one sua, reproachful glancs to. i
' ward tier ami stepped back.
"Gerty—" begau he.
••I'm not Gerty, I'm Miss Fane." tald
the girl half lietiant, half frightened, (
"And I'll trouble you to keep your dia- .
1 tanee."
And away she Hew like an arrow out oi
1 a bow.
She was just in time for tho train that :
1 paused a minute at the solitary little de
-1 pot in tlie woods, and, leaning back in
the seat, reflected joyfully that she was
already begiuuiug the elopement.
Pretty, blossom-like little fool 1 How
little hurl she calculated tho end of her
rash experiment! And yet to her it
seemed that she was boginuiDg to live
romance.
It was toward 10 o'clock at night
when tho train stopped at Pittsburg.
The Hupgood house was nearly opposite
tho terminus, a comfortable, old-fash
loned wooden structure, its windows
gleaming with lights, like the shine of
friendly eyes; and thither Uerty bent
her footsteps.
•'Oh! "said the plump, motherly land
lady, "it's the young lady from Wardham
village as a room was engaged lor by
Mr Moutressor. Number 10. Yes, it's
uli right, Miss. Please to walk up. Tho
lady's there, waiting for you!''
•• l'lie lady?'"
• .Mrs. Montressor, you know," said
the landlady. "And a line, handsome
person she is, only a trille stout, as we
ail is. when we gets toward it) odd."
Gerty stood as still urnl whho us if she
was turned to stone.
"His mother, I suppose," she told her
self, regaining courage. "How kind of
trim to send her here to welcome me 1"
At tho same moment the landlady Hung
open the door of number lu, a small cozy
room, with a blight lamp burning on the
table,
"It's the young lady, mom!" said she,
dipping a courtesy.
And a fat woman, gayly dressed in cot
ton, velvet and imitation lace, waddled
forward.
"Oh!" said she, "good evening, my
dear. So you're the gal that's goin' to
marry my husband?"
"Y'our husband?" echoed Gerty.
"Don't be alarmed," said the fat
woman, busying herself with the strings
of Gerty's hat. "We was divorced eight
years ago. He couldn't support me, and
1 wasn't goin to support him. He's had
wo wives since, llut don't worry. He's
got bills from both of 'em. One of em
drank, and t' other one said he drank.
b guess they was both true I And now
he's shined up to yo.i! Well, 1 guess
you'll get enough of him, a great lazy,
drinkin' vagabond, as was raised in Pork
ilill Workhou-c, and served two terms in
the penitentiaiy for forgin' Lawyer Ou
•lorley's name to a check for
Gerty stood pale and shocked.
•It is false!" gasped she. "You are
inventing these lies to estrange me from
• -.doss your heart, my dear, no I"
.i'!i!,'' said the fat woman, with a com
loi fuble, chuckling laugh. "What should
I gain by estrangin' you from him? I
don't care. I've my marriage lines to
-how, and my papers of divorce, and
ilordv's welcome to many as many new
wives us Bluebeard, for all I care."
Gerty turned to the landlady.
••How early does the tirst train for
Wardhuiu start in the morning," saiu
she,
"At I o'clock," said the landlady. "The
railroad hands go down on it."
"So will 1," said Gerty.
"And how about the gentleman as en
god the rooms?" questioned His. Hap
-ood.
"I'll never speak to hiiu again!" said
Gerty. with spirit.
she was at her machinn the next
.i uniug, as usual, and when Frank
i von came pas- she looked up shyiv
ntii his face.
"Please, Mr. Tryou," she said, "won t
on forgive me tor b< iug so cross wit a
u last night? i—l am very sorry,
ind if you can walk home with me in
night—"
that was enough for Mr. Tryon. They
were engaged before tho moon uas au
hour high Unit night!
PorGeity's fancy could not endure the
i ca of being fourth or fifth wile lo a
man who had once graced iho poniten
iiiry, and Mr. Montn-s-er never bei-.out
t- pretty liuucee again.
And Sarah Willis kept the secret oE
i. r elopement well.—N. Y. i.odgcr.
in t!if Sum (mn.
Augusta, Gu.t has an editor v. ho was
- a red into several weeks' illne-a by a.
giiost, says the Atlanta "Journal.' Ont
0, the reporters of the pap i lells of it iu
print. The sickness is o\ei with now,
iiiui llie cause of it has leaked out. The
name of the editor who suffered himself
to be so badiv frightened is not given,
but it. is a pretty .gotui ghost story and is
given for what it. is worth.
During reconstruction times a resident
of Augusta was arrested by the military
authority, aud put under guard at the
Palmetto house, which stood iln-n where
the "Chronicle" office now is One guuni
kept uu eye upon the imprisoned eiu-. 'ii.
During the night the mull ed tro d oi
tho sentry was brought to a halt by a
..i.al knife thrust. A.lt: b. ief slrug
e i o g ,a.<l •■■ ■■! ad ... ■' Uis prisoner
... • i'o this oat it. has never boeu
! lea-red wl'.OUid Liu IV. ling.
i. i ap|i i eii on. a . I" some few weeks
~;t. '.Hut oUO of tie • ' n. edi.Oi'S
ioiindit necessary t i, i his desk
a tier tho rest of the lor > . m"- I. me.
he was engaged busily u li<*
houfii ft low uiiiilled lon-.- , cuts of
lory of liie Yankees . ..or < utile
back to him. lie iUteucil m; uiiy tie
iieard the almo-i noi-e!o- step of the
avenger. Then lie heard the noise as
:iio guard was borne ■ tie eatli
.•ry as the knife bltoh a vitai.
ptl t. tlie but tied steps oC tile Hoeing lib
• ■ ,:or and llborttleii—the eiihoi was in a
■ e.lliulll.
1! was mole than li e 1•■ .I • - ipei
lebow coulll stallil. Ml v . • . k,
Had lu mind and body ig.ei jmhi - > i la
bor. lie gave eompleti iy away, iti .'lis
Itcipluss e. u iition visioes ot ~ ■ no
life eauie up before him. He icached
home, but was I hi own into bed, wiivru lie
I .'illumed foi weeks Lhe incident hail
nearly killed lum
An Kn|li>'. lie I. on a Roue.
I Our senioi edlti . "Old Nat. ' spent
I -cxeial uays reci nil.v on ilie sm coast
| wiili ids family, where heme' Lotus De
i ,u illy, Bailey Mat his aid M . ,;c XYaiker,
| -ays ill" t'raw n dviiie "'limes. lie a
I ell lelio ll luel Willi a siUgle uwV'll 1110
j .1 t'li pi haps v.ill no. occur again in 'lc
n \i ...ado.
M die out. in the 'ou.v IDliing one day
| Hiey espied n urge gray c, . Hying di
1. c. IV toward :ie iii. Not 'loHitiiig rllgr.
lie "natiom.l i|ueeu" wo .;u o iido.-eei l
to make war "ii iier subjects, l.my
j quietly eoai nued to throw out ih ui
! hues; but -in'prises never cease, dust
I is ii reached the boat in which lln v wen*
| IDliing, it took an upward liigiit 'for u,
goodly distance, when all al uu, e down
i it name with a tremendous swoop, sttik
iug at Mr. pemllly. who sat in the bow
j of the bout, missing!'!, lieud only "by a
I hair's brea iln. it made several oi her
attacks, butuua vigorously beateu oft by
| the use of their fishing poles.
Klllrit liy l.lglitnlug In u Hollow Tree.
Frank Stevenson, colored, aged 17
years, a resident of WUliauisport, was
I overtaken by a storm and took lefuge on
a recent evening in a hollow tree along
| the Conococheague. Lightning struck
; the tree and youug Stevenson was in
stantly killed. His lifeless body was
found the following raoridug b'and.ng
upright iu the tree. Bcitimoio
j A merman.