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The Georgia Enterprise.
•oiJiMK XXIV.
I for the Friendship (N. TANARUS.) Bxoistxb]
th Wilder’s
Journal.
ETTA E. S. BENSON,
>f " Barbara Pore," “ Her True
id.” “Dr. Vetnor’i I-or# At
tin,” ■•The Missing King,”
“ Love’s Sacrifice," etc.
CHAPTER XL
n day in mid April. A day of
untending with unhine, and
onal full of warm rain upon the
wakening earth. I remember
ert had thrown open the door
lservatory lending into the sit
1, and that the sweet mingling
lanv blossoms tilled the house.,
w days before he had brought
tie room we dignified with the
.tudio a pot of beautiful Master
h a request that 1 should paint
riven my best effort to the work
t an unusual satisfaction
result. That morning 1
;ed the painting upon an
lie sitting room for Robert’s in
11c ga ed upon it in silence
• (an uncons iouably long time
to me) before he said: “There
i of genius in that picture, my
ample ns it is, for it is almost
y real.
s almo t like a sentient thing,
l something from your own
i its beautiful belief in a daily
on into a higher life, stole down
r brush us you painlcd and im
:self upon the canvas.”
eculled James from the garden,
nis a born florist,ne ex
eturning to his sett. “lie loves
i most of us do our dearest
.ad I would like his opinion.”
stood before the easel a few min
in band, then turned to
with a smile of pleasure
li s florid face. “Lord, Mr.
t ju>t seems as if I could sec the
lin’ up out o them Id es It
my muid a picture that used to
a gallery in London. It was only
■■Sit lure of a little, ha f (Ire sed fel
letßrut. sir, that little chap would
me back wi.li his eves till
times before 1 could make
mind to <_;o and leave him a'one.
sunn th ug.nicer about pictures,
of ’em is just liau'some dead
a and then there's others that ap-
JMIH as if they was a talkin’ to you.
SmSthese lilies look as if they was full
se ret they’d be glad to have
know. 1 ask your pardon for
taH’ so fice.” And with a smile and
tHauU you, James,’’ from Robert, he
■I Kick to his wotk. “Promise me,
Robert said, himself pressing tin
reli .-f against my foolishly tear-
s, “that whatever happens, you
tiifully pursue this line of work.
I* ■!! not ouly be a source of great
to you, but a picture of this kind
in a home of poverty and vice
WlHl often teach a lesson no mere words
Bijar. God I even while we stood thus,
'■MBl' atied heart, every pulsation of a
erable bliss, tiierc hung over
shadow of a dread, impending
“ ABboy just left this letter for you,
Mr, Vpluey,” said Martha's voice at the
t opent and the letter, and as he
face took on the expre-sion of
sues a sure and sudden death
reKMg itun in the face. 1 had seen such
HBUPS once on the face of a man who
from the third-story window of a
building with fierce flames sur-
him. 1 shall never forget it—
flHtxcd white look of horror.
ei t crushed the letter irt his hand,
IjMßrossiug to a window stood there
hour—an eternity to me—still
carved from marble. Then he
sat down upon the couch be
“tMoo' drew “.V bead down to his
and pissed Ids hand over my hair
in such gentle tonches as a
loving mother bestows upon
-*^B' r child she has punished.
little wife, are you brave
to bear the shock of a great dis-
ims suddenly conio upon
think of nothing but that his
had unexpectedly vanished, as
jpi>jfortunes sometimes do. And so
e l with a smile on my face as I
“ft® it op to ilia, out of which all lifo
seemed to have been stricken:
hoar anything with you, Hob-
Ha turned his face away with a low
afayfhe was suffering an almost
1 told you once that Estelle
PiiTelle was dead. I supposed I was
telling you Cod’s truth. But she is alive,
she li in this city.” The words fell
from |lis lips with a slow impressiveness.
Jn-tantly the whole terrible truth
dawned upon my consciousness.
“A ml 1, O 'ltobert, I am not your
Ijflis arms tightened their hold upon
but he offered no denial.
Kply fa e hid itself against his heart.
I endured the agony of the moments
followed Ido not know. I could
of nothing clearly. I seemed shut
■by the walls of a great dumb horror,
■“‘c, Edith! I have brought this upon
B" ■ I should never have bound your
to mine!” His words recalled me.
loved you ltobert! I love y*u now!
can ever change that. Its bliss
boundaries will satisfy my heart.
B>t I am not your wife, and 1 must go
front you for a time, perhaps for
■Vi ou shall not go, Edith,” he ex-
I ■aimed, pressing burning kisses on my
ace and lips. “ This woman who ruined
n many years of my life shall not rob
ne of tliis latest, dearest bliss!"
Cooler judgment and calmer thoughts
lame after a while, and we were enabled
to sit, a people will even in the midst
of the deepest grief, and talk of the
present and the future, of the common
place events which enter so largely into
our human existonce.
“I shall not see this woman at all,”
Hobrrt said, in the midst of our talk,
"unless she intrudes herself upon me. i
•hall send my attorney to her, but not to
*eck for any manner of compromise,
Act a dollar of my father’s money shall
cv ® r ke her's to enjoy. If lam com
pelled by law to give her anything it
snail come from the little I had accu
mulated by my own efforts,’*
Nor do I want you to feel more grieved
tnnn you can well help over the sad posi
tion you will lie for a time forced to oc
cupy. 1 will do all in my power, my deal
wife, to make it easy us possible lor you.
And I want you to always keep in mind
tin* thniijjht tlist there is a law of God
which is higher than tho laws sometimes
wntteii upon our statute books. You are
aa much my wife in all my thoughts and
feelings as though this woman had been
really (load. I dread our tempirary
separation for many reasons, and there is
one reusun for regretting it which almost
drives me to tho brink of tnndnesi.” Our
lips met, and we clung to each other.
“Vou shall remain where you are and
I will go away—not out of the city”—
seeing my look of fear, “but away from
our home until something can be de
termined upon.”
“No, oh, no, Robert! I would sooner
go away myself. And to Rose. 1 don t
think I could live away from her now.”
“That shall be as you desire. If there
there lsunything, my dear wife, which
can in any manner comfort you, or give
you strength to endure this unexpected
trial, that is what I shall most want for
you. But, |>erhaps, it is not beat that
you should decide this question just now.
Wait till you have grown calmer."
“No delay will alter my decision,
Rose can comfort me I am sure. She
will say something to take the hopeless
ness out of my heart. And since there
is a necessity for my going, I would
rather go to night. You will tell her,
Roliert?”
“I will arrange everything, Edith
Then he went away and left me standing
there listening to the sound of his re
ceding footsteps. They were to me like
the measured peals of a funeral bell, like
the first fall of eartli on a dear cottin lid.
There are blows that strike upon the
human heart and the wound lies too deep
for tears. I was in just ♦hat condition.
My grief seemed to have paralyzed all
outer sigus of emotion, I went about
preparing for departure dry-eyed and
with hands that never once fiultered at
their task. Yet I had wept not two
hours before because an uncultured
workman had praised my “Easter Lilies.”
How marvelous it appeared. I must
have died, I thought, within myself, and
been resurrected another person, and into
another world in which there was no joy,
no peace, no sweet, fond hopes.
Martha came to me after a time. She
had been weeping. “I have come to
help you, poor dear lamb,” and she was
crying again, with her face hidden in her
checked gingham apron.
“ Don’t cry, Martha, it will all come
right in time.” Yet I noticed how empty
ol hope was the sound of my own voice.
When I left Hose Cottage, the upper
rooms I had occupied had been given
to Dick, and iny furniture had been re
moved to a large pleasant room opening
off Hose's sleeping-room. This was the
whole of a small wing which as an after
thought had been added to the original
house, and with an outer door fronting
upon the street. This room I found
prepared for my coming, when in the
cool starry stillness of the April evening
I entered Rose Cottage to again become
its inmate, for how long no one could
tell.
At the door, and at my request, Robert
had said good-bye. “I shall come to see
you often,” he said,between slow, linger
ing kisses, “and I will never rest until
the great wrong I have unconsciously
done you has been righted to the fullest
extent of my power.”
“Come in, my dear Edith; come in,”
said Mrs. Owens, in a tremulous voice,
and with the same warmth of welcome
she would have given Rose under similar
circumstances.
Dick came forward and removed my
outer wraps with a gentle touch acquired
bv his long attendance upon Rose, and
whispered as he kissed my cheek: “Now
it will seem like homeagain. Never has
been just like it since you went away,
Dithy.”
“Thank you, Dick.”
Then there was Rose, waiting in the
room that was now to be mine, waiting
with outstretched, eager arms, and a
sweet, quivering smile upon tho face
that was growing more and more
spiritual.
“May God keep and comfort you,
Edith.” The loving eyes, the pitying
voice, the closo warm touch, caused a
new rush of feelings, and tears and pas
sionate sobs came to relieve the pent up
agony of my heart. Rose wept with me.
The tears awakened my perceptions to a
new vividness. The dread misery of the
present took diflnite shape before me.
The future was a great blank wall against
which my imprisoned soul beat its wings
in vain.
“O, God! why must the swoetness
drop out of everything!" I exclaimed,
leaning back wearily in my chair.
“Because, Edith, we are creatures of
growth,” Hoso reponded after a moment
of thought. “It was a poet who wrote:
-"lltaait truth, with him who Sings
To one clear harp on divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.”
"But who shall so forecast the years,
And find in loss a gain to match !
Of reach n hand thro’ time to catch
The far-off interest of tears)”
“And so being blind, we weep and
question, till some day, when God wills
it thus, we wake to find within out
hearts a something better than our loss.”
The low voice dropped in silence.
I started to my feet and walked the
floor hastily back and forth. “What
could be better tome than Hobert’s love
and companionship?” I cried. “This
morning I dwelt in an I'dcn of bliss; to
night, Hose, I am shut without, and
looking bank, see only the flaming
iword. ”
“The shutting out is only fora time."
“Perhaps; but it will never be the
same again. A phantom from the past
has come between our lives. Something
—a great blissful something has
dropped out of our love. No, Bose,
Robert and I can never take up our mar
ried life again just as it has been. We
may love each other as fondly, wo may
live on happily year after year, but there
will be a difference. Tear but one petal
from the heart of a rose and the flower
is not quite the same. I know to-night,
as I shall know when the years have come
and gone, that the wound in my heart
cannot henlleaving no scar behind." I
sank into my chair with a feeling of utter
exhaustion.
Rose let her gaze dwell upon me tend
erly. She was wise enough to under
stand that in such a despairing mood,
no words could comfort me like this
mute expression of her deep sym
pathy.
r ** * * *
From that night I remember noth
ing distinctly until 1 opened my
eyes one morning to ? find the sun
shine drifting in through the half
closed blinds of an open window. r lhe
low branches of a tree growing near
Btirred softly in the wind. The fra
grnneo of May blossoms filled the room
like the breath of a sacred incense; the
flutter and song of birds, and the low
droning flight of bees among the l oners,
all of these things stole into my soul with
a delicious sense of peace and rest.
Something touched my lips. Some
thing lay upon my head like the solemn
tenderness of a benediction. I heard a
low "Thank God!” and turning my eyes
slowly upward from the window suw
Robeit’s white, worn face bending near
mu. I tried to speak; tried to smile;
but sank awav into a ouiet slumber.
This eveut was succeeded by a mute
dream like state of happiness, in which
I watched the formsof those I loved pass
ing in and out of the room, an
ticipating every want, speaking to me in
low happy tones, and stooping down to
catch my whis[>crcd replies.
Soinotimes it was Mrs. Owens, or
Rose, or Edna, who moved about the
room or sat beside me; but always there
was Robert. If I fell asleep, he was
holding my hand, if I woke, my eyes
looked first upon his dear face. I was
vaguely conscious that some new, sweet
bond held our souls in unison, and one
day anew joy crept into my heart, for
he laid our month old baby down upon
my arm. In silence I looked upon the
sweet velvety face, then up into the
grave noble one of which this other
was the exact counterpart. “Robert,
was it all a horrible dream, or is it true
that I am not ?”
“You are my own wife, and you
have nothing in this world to think
about but to get well and be happy. ”
After that my recovery was rapid.
It was a sunset hour in the latest May
days, when, at my request, Robert told
me what had transpired during the weeks
of my unconsciousness.
“The evening yon came here,” he
said, “I sent James with a verbal mes
sage to Estelle, to the effect that my at
torney would cull upon her the billowing
morning. There was nothing farther to
be done just then but to wait. I could
not sleep; I could not rest. A silence
like death had fallen over our home. I
went up to your deserted room, and
sitting down by its eastern window, re
mained there through that never-to-be
forgotten night, I realized that I had
come into a terrible crisis of my fate,
from which there seemed no escape.
All the events of my past rose before me
v ith a life like vividness. I could sec
the possibilities of the future taking
form after form of misery. Your eyes,
full of their sad, sweet shadows, sought
mine appealing to me for the help 1
could not give. I heard continually the
tender pathos of your voice just as I had
heard that day when I told you the
truth —“And I, Oh, Robert, I am not
your wife!” I cried aloud in my agony,
remembering that I had brought this
suffering and disgrace upon vo ir dear,
stainless life. I tried to pray, but my
lips were dumb. The blue canopy of
heaven bent above me like soulless brass.
The stars hedged me in with their awful
atiswerless silence. No gleam of hope
penetrated the darkness. 1 felt that I was
a lost soul and I must sit alone forever
with this haunting phantom of my sin;
the darkness growing deeper; the silence
more unswerless as the cycles of the eter
nal years moved on. These words stood
out before my vision clear and distinct:
“Sin is its own puuishment; right doing
its own inestimable reward.”
Off in the eastern sky there appeared
it last a faint line of gray, but it only
deepened my sickening sense of misery.
Later on there was a rosy flush in the
east, and I saw someone running up the
street. It was Dick. I met him at the
door. He was tyying. “It is Dithy,’
he sobbed, “she is dying.” From that
moment every thought merged itself into
anxiety for your life. For a long time
you lingered in the very border-land and
more than once I pressed what I thought
was a farewell kiss upon your unrespons
ive lips.”
He took me into his arms and was
silent a moment, while his heart beat
rapidly against mine.
“O, Edith! what lessons of pity, of
patience, of love, of faith I learned by
your bedside. I had been trying for
years to be a good man. I had devoted
the best part of these years to acts of
mercy. I had prayed with the repentant,
given hope to the dying, and consoled
the sorrowful. I thought that I had
sounded the depths of my own nature.
That I knew the best and the worst ol
myself. Your sickness brought me into
anew phase of experience. For many
days I clung to you in a state of hard,
prayerlcss rebellion. All my hope seemed
centered in your helpless, fever wasted
form. I felt it impossible to go on into the
years, miss’ng forever the sound of your
voice, the touch of your hands, the answer
ing light of cheer and love that had always
shone in your eyes as they looked into
mine.” A tear fell on my face.
“As I sat here beside you one night,
moistening your lips, and sometimes tak
ing you into my arms to still your rav
ings, the angel of submission suddenly
folded her wings in my heart. “O,
God!” I cried inwardly, “is not Thy love
greater than mine?” I seemed to sec no
longer as “through a glass darkly, but
face to face.” I felt that if you died you
would not leave me quite alone. That
death would not loose but only endear
the bond which united our souls. That
through days of labor, and in tlie silent
night pauses, you would he sure to be
with me, helpful and loving still.
I was spared the pn’n of parting with
you, Edith. You will soon be well and
strong again, and for many rea-ons life
will have n wider and deeper meaning
for us both, than ever before.”
While he talked the sunset had faded
out and the gathering shadows of night
came stealing softlv into the room.
“Are you strong enough to hear that
part of my story which has reference to
Estelle, or will you wait until another
time!”
“I am not tired. Let me hear it now,
Robert. ”
A slight breeze had sprung up. !'•
eroee and shut a window to exclude the
wind, and folded a white wool shawl
about my shoulders before proceeding
with his story.
[to be continued.]
All Ready.
When war was declared by Franca
against Germany Von Moltke was seri
ously ill. The King got the news late
in the evening and went to consult the
Count, whom he found asleep. Ihe
Count was aroused, when the King in
formed him that war was declared.
“With whom?” asked the General.
•With France.” was the reply. “The
third portfolio on the left,” was all the
Count vouchsafed to say, and he fell
4sleep immediately.
Mr B. P- Clarkaon, editor of the lowa
State KegseUr, says IhatDsa Moines bee at
least twanty-Ave par cent, more stores than
she bad whan cursed by saloons, and that her
personal property has Increased in value by
millions oi dollars.
"Jf7 COUNTRY: MAY SIIK KVKIt UK RIGHT; RIOUT OR WRONG, MY COUNTRY P-Jima**.
COVINGTON. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 16. 1881).
SOUTHERN ITEMS.
ITEMS OF INTEREST FROM VA
RIOUS POINTS IN THE SOUTH.
Fire partly destroyed the oil house ol
the Charlestown & Savannuh Railway
Sunday; also 80 bales of cotton.
Several steam tugs left Wilmington,
N. 0., and South l'ark Sunday lor the
relief of the British steamer Alberta
Day, which is ashore near Cape Lookout
with her propeller broken. Tho cargo
consists of phosphate rock.
At the annual meeting of the bureau
of information and distribution of the
Dolaware Fruit exchange, at Dover, Dei.
Ex-Congrcssmun Martin said that this
year’s peach crop, if all reports arc true,
will be so lsrgo as to require all the
agencies of distribution to enable grow
ers to realize any profit.
News has been received at Raleigh, N.
C., that a well known citizen of Durham
county had a fight with his son-in-law
in Patterson township, in company with
two men, ho went to the house of his
son-in-law, made a forcible entrance and
attempted to hang him in the presence
of his family. But the intended victim
prevented the execution by escaping
with the noose around his neck.
James Thomas, a fireman in the em
ployment of the Charleston & Savannah
Railway, went into the oil and wusto
storehouse of the railroad Sunday and
while there ooncluded to take a smoke,
no filled his pipe, stiuok a match, und
itarted,his pipe to going and then throw
the match on the floor. The storehouse
and adjoining building were totally de
stroyed, together with about forty bales
of cotton and a car load of coal belong
ing to the Georgia Pacific railroad.
Rev. Charles Phillips, D. D., LL. D.,
professor of mathematics in the univer
sity of North Carolina, for fifty years
connected with the institution as student,
tutor and professor, and well known
throughout the South as a preacher,
teacher, uuthor and influential public
man, died suddenly at Birmingham,
Ala. University exercises were suspend
ed, and the faculty and students attend
ed the funeral iu a body. Professor
Phillips was a son of Rev. James Philips,
D. D., of England, for forty years pro
fessor of mathematics in the university
of North Carolina.
A fatal accident occurred about noon
Saturday in the yards of the Alabama
Great Southern Railroad, just outside
Birmingham, Ala., limits. A switch
engine pulling six cars and yunning at
the rate of fifteen iniies nn hour, jumped
the track, and rolled down an embank
ment twenty feet high. Engineer John
Gladden was caught in the cab and fa
tally crushed, the cars rolling down on
the engine. William Burrows, a fire
man, was fatally injured, having a leg
broken, and receiving internal injuries.
Conger, a switchman, was badly bruised,
but may recover. William Murphy, a
car inspector, who was riding on one of
the cars, was badly bruised, out will re
cover.
The last day of the Scotch-Irish Con
gress at Columbia, Tenn., on Saturday,
was opened by a stirring extemporaneous
speech by Hon. Benton McMillin, who
said that not a single member of the
Scotch-Irish race, so fur as he knew, hud
ever been an anarchist or socialist. He
referred to the desolation in the South
twenty years ago, when there was
scarcely a farm left fenced from Ken
tucky to the Gulf, out of which the
Scotch Irish had produced its present
flourishing condition, aided aud encour
aged by their bravo women, and that now
the iron of the South, manufacture i in
Connecticut, furnished tho screws that
drove down the lids of English coffins.
His speech met with a strong response
from the audience. J. H. Mclntosh
spoke on “John Knox iu Independence
Hall.”
N. B. Forrest camp of Ex-Confederate
Veterans, of Chattanooga, Tenn., accom
panied by company K, 3rd Tennessee
regiment, Chattanooga Rifles, and tho
3rd Regiment band of this city, went to
Ringgold, Ga., Sunday, whore they re
interred at the Confederate cemetery at
that place, the bones of George Rector,
a private in Forrest’s command, who
was kiliod in the battle of Ringgold,
and whose grave was unknown until
recently. The programme arranged
embraced a prayer from Rev. Mr. Phil
lips, pastor of the M. E. church. South,
at Ringgold, but he declined to officiate,
saying that the man having been dead
twenty-six years, and tbe funeral having
been conducted aa a civic display, and
a brass band having been employed to
furnish music, lie had conscientious
scruples against officiating. His con
duct hns nrousod general indignation
among his congregation as well as among
the old voterans.
LABOR MATTERS.
The Window Glass Workers’ Associa
tion of Pittsburg, Pa., has issued an or
der to all preceptories in the country
that all foreign glass workers who come
to this country ?or work hereafter are to
be blacklisted. This notion is the result
of recent importations of foreign glass
workers who were brought to tins coun
try to work at the new glass works, just
started at Jeannette, I’a., near this city.
There was an encounter near Brack
el, Westphalia, between troops and
strikers. A large body of the latter had
gathered and were becoming disorderly
when they were ordered to disperse by
the officor in command of tho military.
The strikers refused to obey ihc order.
Three of the miners were killed and sev
eral were wounded... .Up in the fourth
pool on the Monongahela River, Pa., a
number of mines have continued in oper
ation since the almost general shut down
was ordered. The mines will now close.
The operators say they will not resuino
until the miners agree to work for two
cents per bushel, a reduction of one-half
cent per bushel.
A horrible, crime.
One of the greatest sensations on re
cord ia Raleigh, N. 0., has been caused
by the arreet of Father J. J. Boyle, of
the Roman Catholic church of the Sacred
Heart, on a serious charge. His arrest
was made very late last night by the
chief of polioe at the church. The of
fense with which he is charged is a cap
ital one by the laws of North Carolina.
The warrant was issued by Mayor
Thompson upon affidavit by ex-Mayor
Wesley Whitaker, a magistrate and a
Catholic. For some weeks he has been
drinking and his conduct toward ladies
has not been such as ordinarily charac
terises priests. He was in un insane
asylum some years ago, it is learned.
Since his drunkenness became known,
he was reported last week to his bishop
by members of his congregation.
OVER THE GLOBE.
CONDENSATION OF CURIOUS,
AND EXCITING EVENTS.
rsivox s rum— eraiKaa— tui wxsTxaN book
—DEATHS OF km.NKNT *XX—ACCIDEXTS, JIUES
XXI) SUICIDES.
The strike of the weavers in tho cot
ton factories atTrizy, Fiance, is elided,
mutual concession having been made.
James D. Kish, formor president ol
the Marine bank, of New York, left
prison Saturday morning. Ho was sen
tenced to ten years imprisonment in con
nection with th* Ward-Grant rascalities,
in An ~in prison, Juuo ’it, I W TS. His
sentence wus commuted by President
Cleveland.
Two children, aged two and four
years, of the family of Datid Hill, of
Watertown, Mara., were poisoned Sun
day by eating white arsenic, which they
mistook for sugar. They found the
poison in the “dump," where it had
been left by the tow n team. It was a
poison intended for potato bugs, and
there were fifteen or more boxes in tho
heap.
The warfare between the Lehigh
Valley and the Reading Railroads, has
broken out into active hostilities.
Wreckers of the Reading on Sunday fas
tened cables to a bridge near New Ring
gold, Pa., which the Lehigh Valiev had
erected over the trucks. A team of loco
motives was attached, the bridgo pulled
down and the timbers scattered along
the line.
Emma Abbott, the opera singer, has
contracted for a monument to her hus
band, Eugene I. Withercll, that will cost
SBB,OOO, to be erected at Gloucester,
Mass. It is composed of various kinds
of granite, and beneath it will be a can
opy, supported by four columns of
Gothic style, on the steps of which is to
be a figure of Hope, Mi?s Abbott in
tends to have her body cremated when
she dies, and her ashes will be placed
near the body of her husband.
A letter from the United States consul
at St. Paul de Loando, west coast of
Africi, gives particulars of the explosion
on board the whslmg bark Sea Fox, of
New Bedford, Moss., at Equimena.
The ship had put in for wood and water,
and an agreement was made with An
tonio de Bastos Pina to partly pay for
supplies in powder. He came on board
with a friend, and the powder was
hoisted up on the Sea Fox. As the cover
was taken off the box a terrific explosiou
occurred, caused, it is suid, by Scnor
Pina lighting a cigarette. Many persons
were killed.
WASHINGTON, D. C.
MOVEMENTS OF THE PRESIDENT
AND HIS ADVISERS.
NOTES.
The Postoffice Department has received
Information that the postoffico at Natch
ez, Miss., was entered by burglars, and
all the money and stumps taken.
The President left Washington Satur
day on the United Status steamship Dis
patch for a cruise in Chesapeake Bay.
He was accompanied by Secretaries
Windom and Itusk, Mrs. Harrison and
grandson, Ben J. H. McKee.
Theodore Roosevelt, of New York,
appointed member of the civil service
commission, has written to tho secretary
of the commission, stating that he will
accept the piece on the commission. He
says that he will be in the city soon to
take the oath of office.
Beginning Monday, May 18th, addi
tional railway postoffice service will be
established on line of tho Chesapeake A
Ohio and Virginia Midland Railroads,
between Washington, D. C., and Cin
cinnati, Ohio, via Huntington, W. Va.,
forming a through line of railway post
office service in apartment cars between
the cities named. Additional railway
postoffice service will alto be placed on
tho line of the Chesapeake & Ohio Rail
road between Richmond and Clifton
Forges, Va.
The remains of Gen. William Shelby
Harney, of the army, who died iu Or
lando, Fla., wero entered iu the national
cemetery at Washington. The nm-dns
werp accompanied to the grave by Mrs.
Harney, wife of the deceased, who came
on with the body from Orlando; by a
few friends and a militury escort, consist
ing of two squadrons of tho cavaliy
from Fort Meyer, light of tho oldest
sergeants of the 3.1 artilery, stationed
in Washington, acted as pallbearers, and
on the arrival of ihc train from the South,
übout noon, tenderly raised the coffin
and bore it to the hearse, which, with
two squadrons of cavalry, was in line
Dutside the station.
RATHER BOLD.
Particulars of the robbery of Maj. J.
W. Wham, paymaster United States
army, at a point half way between Forts
Grant and Thomas, have just been re
ceived at Wilcox, Ariz. A large bowl
der had been rolledin the middle of tho
road, and as the ambulance bearing ttjp
paymaster and clerk approached it, they
halted, and about half of tho escort left
their arms in the wagon and proceeded
to the front of the ambulunco. While
in tho very act of rolling it aside,
a volley was tired at them from a se
cluded spot almost directly over and
within fitty feet of them. A iivoly fus
ilade began, the guard having reached
a place of partial safety behind some
neighboring rocks. The fight lasted for
fully thirty minutes, resulting m the
wounding of eight of tho ten guards, at
least one of which will prove futal. Two
of the men were wounded. The fighting
of the soldiers is reported by Maj. Wham
as being the most cool and collected he
ever saw. The clerk, W. T. Gibbon,
was shot through tho clothing, hut es
caped any injuries. Tire strong box
which contained sb,ooo was secured.
This was broken open and tho money
takeu by the robbers.
NOT SATISFACTORY.
The trial of the new cruiser Charles
ton, held in the bay of San Francisco,
Cal., was not quite satisfactory, although
she steamed over 18 knots an hour. The
engine slides heated, and this may bs
remedied and increased speed developed.
The Centennial arch on lower Fifth avenue,
New York citv, is now assured. It is to be
of marble, and to cast about SIOO,OOO. Several
subscriptions of about SIOOO eauh have been
received, but it is probable that the majority
of the subscribers will put in small sums.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS HKKTCHKS PROM
VAJUOUH SOUIIUbS.
Frolicsome Domestics Careful of
Hl* Health—lnnooence Aloft—
An Unmistakable Evidence
—Nothing New. Etc.
Thera was laughter and dancing at Hominy
Hall.
And the ladies were happy—but gaveet of
aU
l’he cook lady was, as she frolioed around,
While the uuno lady scampered with pen
tiler like bound;
The wash laity aat at ease in her choir,
While the la iy who cleaned up the rooms
fixed bar hair.
out alas tor their joyl—it was brief and
short lived.
For the woman whose servants they were
hod arrived.
—Lincoln Journal.
Careful of Hie Health.
“Will you have a piece of my pie, Mr.
Robinson ?”
“Did the doctor say I must I” asked
the invalid, meekly. And the landlady
refused to answer.— Bazar.
Innocence Aloft.
Farmer (to a tramp whom he has sur
prised in a fruit tree) —“What are you
doing up there?”
Tramp—“l? Nothing! only hanging
some pears on the tree again that had
fallen down.”— Mail and Express.
An Unmistakable Evidence.
“Mr. Bronson must have failed to pay
his bill this week.”
“Why do you think that?"
“Why, didn’t you notice Mrs. Tomp
kins gave him the neck of the turkey at
dinner?”— Bazar.
Nothing New.
Mrs. Fangle—“Well, this is strange I”
Mr. Fangle—“What is it, my dear?"
“A man in Paris has taught an ape to
black his shoes.”
“ Oh, there’s nothing remarkable
about that, my dear. I’ve often heard
of monkey-shines. ’’
Heard in Chicago.
Armour—“l say, Davis, do you re
member when beef was highest?”
Davis—“No, I can’t say that I do.”
“Why, when ‘the cow jumped over
the moon,’ of course."— Time.
Limit to His Love.
She—“ You are sure you love me?”
He—“ Love you? Why, lam ready to
die for you.”
She—“ When we’re married will you
always get up and start the kitchen fire?”
He—“ Er— er—pray be reasonable, my
dear.”— Epoch.
No Objection.
Tenaweek—“Sir, I wish to marry
your daughter.”
Gruff l ather—“My daughter, young
man, will continue under the parental
roof."
Tenaweek—“Dio objection will be
raised to that, sir.” — Harper's Bazar.
She Understood Her Business.
Miss Slimdiet—“A new boarder came
while you were out—a young lady."
Mrs. Slimdiet (boarding housekeeper)
—“ls the pretty?"
“Awfully.”
“Well, in that case put an extra strip
of rag carpet in front of her mirror." —
Philadelphia Record.
From One Mystery to Another.
Jones—“ Matilda, where is that latch
key 1 handed you this morning i”
Mrs. Jones—“ln the pocket of my
dress hanging up over there.”
Jones (five minutes later, desperately)
—“And now, Matilda, will you please
tell me where to find the pocket of your
dress ?" — Mail an l Express.
Ills Great Compliment.
As they walk home from church Sun
day evening he wants to make the very
best impression, and, after deep thought,
he says:
“You don’t know, Miss Clara, how
becoming darkness is to you!”
Then he wonders at the sudden and
lasting chilliness in her manner. Wasp.
Why She Preferred tho Tenor
“So the belle of the choir ha 9 married
the tenor?"
“Yes.”
"I thought she favored the bass.”
“Yes, but she got some high flown
notions into her head and threw over the
bass for the tenor.”
“For what reason?”
“Because the tenor was more high
toned." —Boston Courier.
A Protracted Conversation.
At a party the other evening a gentle
man took his friend up to his mother to
make his adieux. “I can’t wait,” he
said, “but as soon as there is a lull in
the conversation you can speak to her.”
Two or three hours later he encountered
the friend, looking very dismal, in tho
spot where he left him.
“What, unable to tear yourself away,
eht”
“No,” mumbled the other, “there
hasn’t been a lull yet.”— Time.
Little Difficulty About That.
Teacher—“A man meeting a farmer
with a drove of sheep said: ‘Good
morning, friend, with your hundred
sheep.’ The farmer replied: ‘I have
not a hundred sheep; but if I had so
many more and half as many more and
one sheep and a half, I should have a
hundred.’ Now tell me how you would
go to work to find out how many he
had.”
Scholar—“ Count them. I guess that
would be the quickest way. Boston
Trans ript.
She Jumped at the Chance.
Alfonse de Beriot— “You say you are
not superstitious, Miss Gushington, but
would you dare be married on triday?”
Miss Gushington —“What! Next
Friday? Why, dear Alfonse, you are so
sudden and so unconventional!"
“You quite misunderstand me. I
protest—l didn't propose ’’
“That’s all right, Alfonse. lou didn’t
propose as they usually do, but I like it
just the .ante. Yes, dear, it shall be on
Friday.”
Alfonse swoons. — Boston. Gazette.
Why Women Make Poor Engineers.
Blobson—“Ha. ha! Here’s an article
which savs that before the close of the
nineteenth century we shall see women
running locomotive engines on our rail
roads."
Mrs. Blobson—“Well, why not) Don’t
you think they would make good ones?”
Mr. Blobson—“In some respects, per-
Irnps.* They would keep a good lookout
ahead, anyway.”
Mrs. .Blobson— “Why so?”
Mr.bßlobson “Because they would
have their heads out of the cab window
alt the time to show their new bohnets."
—Burlington Free Dress.
A litre Debt.
Gertrude—“ Clara, I don’t know how
I shall ever thank you sufficiently foi
that ribbon calender.”
Clara— “The idea! such a trifle!’’
“Well a ‘trifle’ if you will, but it
saves mo three hours' sleep every night
of my life.”
“My dear! What do you mean?"
“My dear! just what I say. When
Tom, Dick or Harry begins to bore me I
just call attention to and rave over your
lovely gift. Then while it is the subject
of conversation I slip the ribbon to the
next date. Oh I it's effectual. Nevei
cau thank you enough tor the idea.”—
Tims,
He Wasn't Toacott.
Hungry Tramp—“ Madame, I’m it
great trouble. I can't carry this terrible
secret in my Irosom any longer. I’m
Toacott, the man that killed Snell, the
millionaire, in Chicago. If you’ll give
me a good square meal I’d as soon you'd
get that $50,000 reward as anybody
else.”
Lady of the House —“Certainly, come
right in. * * * There’s some soup, a
porterhouse steak, some mashed potato,
stewed corn and turnip, and there’s u
whole mince pie. Eat all you want."
Tramp (after gorging himself to satiety)
—“Thank you, msdsme; you are very
kind. I feel a great deal better—so well
that 1 guess I can carry my terrible
secret to the next town and work it on
somebody for supper.”— Chicago Herald,
He Preferred Arrest.
A thief broke into a fine residence
earlv in the morning and found himself
in the music-room. Hearing footsteps
approaching he hid behind a screen.
From seven to eight o’clock Miss
Laura had a lesson on the piano.
From eight to nine o’clock the second
daughter took a singing lesson.
From nine to ten o’clock the eldest
son had a violin lesson.
From ten to eleven o’clock the other
son took a lesson on the flute.
At eleven o'clock all the brothers and
sisters assembled and studied an ear
splitting piece for piano,violin, flute and
voice.
The thief staggered out from behind
the screen at half-past eleven, and, fall
ing at their feet, cried: “For goodness’s
sake, have me arrested, but stop!”—
Wasp.
The Prescription.
There was, some time ago, a doctoi
whose morning levees were crowded be
yond description. It was his pride and
boast that he could feel his patient’s
pulse. look at his tongue, probe at him
with his stethoscope, write his prescrip
tion, pocket his fee, in a space of time
varying from two to five minutes. One
day an army man was shown into the
consulting room, and underwent what
may be called the instantaneous process.
When it was completed the patient
shook hands heartily with the doctor,
and said: “I am especially glad to meet
you, as I have often heard my father,
Colonel Forester, speak of his old friend.
Dr. L.” “What!” exclaimed the doctor,
"are you Dick Forester’s son?" “Most
certainly I am.” “My dear fellow, fling
that prescription into the fire, and sit
down quietly and tell me what’s the
matter with you. "—Murray's Magazine.
Slightly Disappointed in the Baby.
“Well, Jimmy,” said Mr. Dolan, as
his hopeful came into the shanty, "Oi’ve
got great news to tell you."
“What is it. father?”
“It’s something that will surprise yez
very much.”
“Don’t be afther bein’ so long sur
! prisin’ me, but tell me what tho news
is."
“Ye’ve got a little brother."
“Is that so?"
“The same it is. Yez can go iuto the
next room and make a call on the new
visitor if ye loike."
The boy went out and came back af
ter a short time had elasped with an ex
pression of mingled pleasure and disap
pointment on his face.
“Well, Jimmy,” said the paternal Do
lan, “how do you loike yer new broth
er?”
“Very well, father; but Oi’d much
rather have got a goat.”— Merchant
Traveler.
How He Won Thera.
On the rolling prairies. A band ot
cowboys has captured a horse thief.
' Cowboys (in gleeful chorus)—"We’ve
got you now, you villain, and yo are
going to swing.”
They prepare the rope and select a con
venient tree.
The Villain—“ Hold on, boys. I’ll
! bet you the drinks you don’t stretch my
1 neck.’*
Cowboys—“Oh! won’t wo, just?"
They pinion his arms.
The Viliam—“l can put you up tc
\ some valuable secrets."
They tie his feet together.
The Villain —“I know where sfio,ooC
in gold is buried."
They adjust the noose to his neck.
The Villain —“I can put you outo a
new silver mine.”
They commence to hoist him up.
The Villain—“And I’ve got six new
tricks at cards.”
Chorus of Voices (excitedly)—"Hold
on! Let him down.”
He is let down, released and pardoned.
— Lies.
Hoiv Dr. Talmage Keeps Healthy.
Rev. Dr. Talmage says in the New
York Observer: “Most Americans dc
not take time for sufficient sleep. We
account for our own extraordinary
health by the fact that we are fanatics
on the subject of sleep. We differ from
our friend, Napoleon Bonaparte, in one
respect: we want nine hours’ sleep and
we take it—eight hours at night and one
hour in the day. If we miss our allow
ance one week, as we often do, we make
it up the next week or the next month.
We have sometimes been twenty-one
hours in arrearages. We formerly kept
a memorandum of the hours for sleep
lost. We pursued those hours till we
caught them. If at the beginning of
our summer vacation we are many hours
behind in slumber, we go down to the
seashore or among the mountains and
sleep a month. If the world abuses us
at any time, we go and take an extra
sleep; and when we wake up all the
world is smiling on us. If we come to
a knotty point in our discourse, we take
a sleep; and when we open our eyes the
opaque has become transparent. We
split every day in two by a nap in the
afternoon. i.oing to take that somni
ferous interstice, we say to the servants:
‘Do not call me for anything. If the
house takes fire, first get the children
out and my private papers; and when the
roof begins to fall in call me.’ Through
fanaticism we have thus far escaped the
hot axle."
NUMBER no.
■ONO OF THE H EXDLIQHT.
When the full moon lays a radiant has*
From earth to Hsaven’s wail.
Or the tranquil stars mark the viewless bar
Whence the arrows of vision fall, ,
Or I send my (lance where the quick drop*
dance
With the pattering coll of the ram,
To their comrades asleep in the hidden deep
Of the subterranean main,
Or if storms are out and the free wiadl shout
With fitful falls and swells,
A steadfast glow of light I throw
On the gleaming parallels.
I guide the train o'er the level plain,
A swiftly nearing star,
And I bend and swerve where the mountains
curve
My iron-bound path to bar
Up their rocky steeps the fleet flame leap*.
Or I flash to their depths below;
Till the mosses that drees each dim recess
And the nodding ferns I show;
I spring to illume the frowning gloom
Of precipices gray,
And waters smile from tbs deep defile
In my momentary day.
Where the wood benign with bock and sign
Invites all timid things
To its shelter spread for the crouching bead
And its covert for drooping wings,
I bear my light, till in vain affright
The doe with her trembling fawn
And tbe creatures meek that refuge seek
In the forest shade withdrawn,
Press closer yet to the copse deW-wet,
Or speed through the whispering gross,
To hide them away from tbe searching ray
I shoot through the dark as I pass.
Asa meteor Hies in star-set skies
By a myriad moveless spheres,
I hurry along where lamplights throng
As the sleeping town appears;
Like the coming of Fate, to those who wait
Till I bear their loved away,
I seem as I shine down the widening line,
Ere I pause for a moment’s stay;
But he who feels those rolling wheels
Lead home, to his heart's desire,
(Jan half believe his eyee perceive
The prophet’s chariot of fire.
Still on and on till tbe night is gone
I follow the vibrant rails,
Till the east is red, and overhead
The star of the morning pules.
As foes may fear tbe soldier’s spear,
But comrades have no dread,
The lances of light I hnrled at the night
Pierce not whore sunbeams spread.
So I cease my rays when the Heaven ablaze
Proclaims the darkness fled.
—Hardy Jackson, in New York Tribune.
PITH AND POINT.
A kiss is a sort of water ’cress.
The omnibus horse always enjoys the
luxury of whoa.— Boston Gazette.
The peculiarity about a rising death
rate is that it brings people down.
Can you call a man chopping ice a
water cracker?— Pittsburg Chronicle.
Man gets but little here below o’ei
which to make much of a crow.—Bliz
zard.
The most unpleasant constellation to
see of a winter’s night is the grate bare.
— Harper's Bazar.
Beside the door mats at the White
House, diplomats are often seen there.—
Pittsbu-g Chronicle.
Six feet four inches is the stature of
the new British Minister. He is tall
enough to be addressed as His Highness.
—Pittsburg Chronicle.
The physician makes his money by
practicing. When he has become so
skillful that he doesn’t have to practice
then he retires.— Boston Transcript.
The gedlte spridg has cobe agaid,
Steril widter's reigd is added;
The robid dote id suddy gled
With childred’s song is bledded.
—Buffalo Courier.
“I was badly bitten by flies in every
country in Europe except Belgium.”
“Have they none there?” “I don’t
know. I didn’t go there.”— Harper's
Bazar.
“If I put my money into the savings
bank,” said Pat, “when can I draw it
out again?” “Oh,” answered his fellow
countryman, “if you put it in to-day
you can get it out to-morrow by giving
a fortnight’s notice.”
BALDNESS EXPLAINED.
‘‘Grandpa, what made vou so bald?" the child
Asked as she sat on the old man’s knee;
And the old man. rubbing hiashiniog poll,
With tills answer the wee one beguiled:
“Tbe years rolling over our beads, you see,
Rub off all the hair as they rolL”
—New York Herald.
Romance of a Tintype.
The llev. H. C. Kishpaugh, of the
Detroit Methodist Episcopal Conference,
tells a romantic story of his courtship and
marriage.
Several years ago, while a student at
the Blair Presbyterian Academy in this
town, a friend showed him a tintype
picture of a young lady living in Lon
don, England. The picture was that of
a daughter of the Rev. Mr. Marsdeu,
President of the Wesleyan Congregation,
and it charmed the student greatly. It
was a case of love at first sight, and he
begged an introduction, which was had
by letter. A correspondenae sprung up
between the young people which, after
an exchange of photographs, resulted iu
an engagement.
Last June Mr. Kishpaugh graduated,
and November found him installed over
a church at Ontowago, Mich. Late in
January he sailed for England to wed
the girl he had never seen. On February
6 they were married.
They at once started for this country,
and are now visiting friends while on
the honeymoon trip. The bride proves
to be a charming and accomplished
woman, and the Rev. Mr. Kishpaugh
thanks his good luck which caused him
to look at the tintype. — Nets York Times.
Oil to Coney Island’s Rescue.
An oil man comes to the top with a
statement that he can save Coney Island
from the sea, which is trying hard to
steal it. His plan is to place several
oil tanks on the highest part of the
island and connect them with pipes
which will run along the bottom of the
sea a distance of 150 feet from the beach.
The tanks are to be filled with fish or
crude oil and so regulated that the oil
can be turned on or off at pleasure.
What next) Oil and electricity seem to
be overcoming and controling the forces
of nature in a way likely to change the
entire course of existence. This Coney
Island protective scheme is not alto
gether chimerical. It may seem fantastic
at first thought, but in the face of recent
practical tests there can be no doubt
that oil of the right quality properly
used will smooth a rough sea and render
it harmless. Coney Island must be
saved. Breakwatets hare failed to check
the ravages of old ocean. Bring on the
oil. —Hem York Tribune. . „