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2 * SUMMER’S COME. Chat A bout Bright Polks and Rosina Vokes. JfKW York, June IS. —Rosina Vokes closed her season with her engage ment in Brooklyn last, week, but she has l>een in no hurry to leave New York, where she has been domesticated at the St. James Hotel. If ever a woman fully ap preciated New York, that woman is the vi vacious, agile, laughter-provoking come dienne, and the visitor who has any serious intention of seeing her had need time a visit on a rainy morning, when the sky holds out no inducements for u drive be hind a fast stepper in the park, or to the race course. Mr. Courtney Thorpe, Mr. Wecdon Gros sniith and other banisliers of the blues, who have lent her their assistance in improving the temper and digestion of America dur ing the past winter, were wandering up and down the hotel corridors the other day in a restless sort of fashion, as if the next train should leave the Grand Central. Mr. Clay, “Miss Yokes' husband,” and an efficient man ager of her interests, was loitering about anxious to get rid comfortably of the time until waiting for that little woman to emerge freshly dressed from the hands of her maid, and Miss Vokes herself in a pale blue surah morning gown, with a good deal of lace floating at >out much at its own sweet will i over it, and with her hands as usual in her tangle of curly hair, was, the day being a gloomy one, in no particular hurry to pro ceed with the calls of the day. Rosina Vokes is not a pretty woman, but she has the effect of ticing so, which is much the same. Her eyes are as big and as bright, and she uses them quite as effectively from a hotel rocking-chair as on the stage and her small foot tajis the floor in the same quick, impatient way. “I am not going back to England this summer,” she said, “at least not until my vacation is nearly done. I am going to Newport and then to Bar Harbor, which is by long odds the most delightful to me of ail the summer resorts. Later, I may have to go abroad for a fresh man or two to go into my company next year. I have got one or two new pieces, and, if 1 dared. I’d say I’d give a good deal for two or throe more. But I suppose if I made any such re mark I’d have an avalanche tumbling on mv poor bead.” ' Bernhardt s condemnation of the corset has been town-talk of late and Rosina Vokes has next to Bernhardt perhaps the most slen der figure of any actress on the stage. “Dear me, yes; I wear corsets just like anybody else,” she replied to a question on that point. “I know everybody says I don’t, but some of my corsets are so pretty that it is almost a shame to put a dress over them at all. I suppose almost every corset maker in the country has scut inesome stays by this time, exquisite things they have been too, but I always send them back, though it is enough to break one’s heart sometimes to do so. It is not fair to give people puffs— for, of course, that is wnat they arc given me for —and say I al ways wear them and they are better than any others, for how do I know but that the man who doseu’t think to send me any, makes the best after all! “Yes, I do pull all the bones out and make them as light as I can, for I suppose corsets with steel in them would almost make a cripple of me if I tried to dance in them or be especially active before the footlights. 1 go that far in dress reform, but the points 1 take most pains with are my contrivances— I’ve tried half a dozen of them—for keeping my skirts down so as not to show my ankles, or much of them, on the stage. A partition through the draperies that almost amounts to divided skirts does best and that is handy about dancing and helps in managing a train besides.” Miss Vokes is very fond of horses and used to own one or two good ones in England. She has driven out to Jerome Park several times this spring and her judgment of the points of an animal is apt to be correct. There are very few women who can pick out a likely winner with more accuracy or who grow more excited over his struggles than she. Her husband professes the ut most respect for her decision on a horse, but adds emphatically that she never bets, not even gloves. SUMMER FURNISHINGS. One would hardly know a city house with which he had been never so' familiar in February or March at this time of year. It is coining to lx* the pretty and hygienic fashion to displace all winter belongings with the coolest and airiest of summer plen ishings, turning the most shut-in, brick walled and l>e-pavemented of brownstone fronts into a veritable warm weather bower. The transformed and made-over house Ls almost like anew one, and to people who must stay in town, though for thu* matter the plan 'is likely to prove equally popular out of town, is worth far more in the relief to the eye and the sense of freshness than it costs. A summer house in a favored quarter of tile city on which I expended a few surplus exclamations yesterday, has had all its car pets and heavy furniture taken away and stored. The parlor floors were originally laid with hard pine, and these have lieeu <-leaned and treated to several coats of shel lac. Rugs strewn aliout in profusion pre serve the inhabited, home effect. The por ticres and heavy stuff curtains have lieeu re placed in like manner with flowing Madras Stagings tied liack with grasses and branches of smilax. All the paintings and heavy looking pictures have forfeited their places on the walls, and in their stead etch ings,engravings and niezzotypes give sugges tions of coolness and summer rest. More Madras hangings replace the winter tapestry panels, with wandering jew and the run ning German ivy clambering over them and giving the finishing nature touch. Cush ions, footstools and divans covered with Watteau figured cretonnes have been scat tered with liberal hand, and the rattan and rush sofas and low. broad easy chairs have large Eider down pillows covered with light silk. There are rockers without anas and not stuffed hut cushioned just enough in the back mid arms to make them easy. There are ferns and green growing things in the window, and tne entire effect is as cool and tununerish as you please. Every other room in the house has been subjected to the same treatment. The library floor lias been treuted to a coat of brown stain and had a half dozen rugs apportioned to it, and the bed-rooms, with their cool green mattings, white rugs, wiilow bedsteads and white K-riin curtains that sweeten the air that blows through them, would tempt sleep on the sultriest of July nights. The summer furnishings is not unduly expensive. It laves the winter cai-|iets and costs no more than a very modest trip to the seaside. It Is dainty enough to tempt the wandering wife and daughters for once to stay at home and act as missionaries to the oiliee-impris oned city man. JEWELS OUSTED. Flower* have ousted jewels this summer. Nobody wears jewels. Everybody wears Bowers. Everybody carries flowers. Evory ixxty fills her house with flowers. Every bxly sends flowers as souvenirs to friends. Vhe summer parasol, whose bl ight colors glint picturesquely along the park drives or >ii the promenade, has a r< otto of rosesor a >ig bunch of daisies fastened to the top of it! •tick or tied by a broad ribbon especially ittaclied for that purpose lmlf-wny down one >1 its curving ribs. At the latest dinners ‘/hat have marked the last git']>x of an ex- I'irmg season four-leaved clovers have been 'lie favorite decorations aud Scotch pinks tad bluebells have been bundl'd to the guests. At the June weddings tile slippers to be thrown after the bride and groom have been formed entirely of rases, aud curtains marking off the alcove where the happy puu'.talte their stand before the minister have hail long trailing garlands of blossoms thrown over them, and other flowers by dozens and hundreds mounted on long wires nrapod in their folds, the whole making noral hangings of the most luxurious sort. Y' how baskets filled with vellow orchids fcau eovired with yellow daisies on the out *i I ■, blue baskets of rushes lined with blue * l . y. fbied with violets, forget-nyvnota Slid blue jxmsira, sweet j*ea baskets crowd". 1 With n agran i bloom, Rebecca baskets of \ rushes holding pitchers that will carrv a morsel of water and tilled with marsh grasses and the blue iris are the summer holiday good-by gifts that are lavished on every woman as she packs her trunk to leave town. LILLIAN RUSSELL. I remember well some five years ago—or was it six! —being swept into Tony Pastor’s Theatre in the wake of a i>erfect mob of people, chiefly of the sterner sex, and seeing upon the stage in a trashy burlesque a slen der girl, quite pretty nnd palpably young, who sang with an artless method anda fresh voice of no little sweetness. The name of Lillian Rus.cll had at that time been known to theatre-goers but a very short time, but already she was the idol of a large number of that peculiar class of men who have nothing better to do than worship actresses. Later 1 saw her at what is now the Bijou, coding india rubber snakes about her neck as the heroine of Andran’s short-live 1 “Snake Charmer.” In the comparatively brief period since then she has gone through a variety of experiences, matrimonial ansi otherwise, which no one but a genius could have crowded into twice as many years, but she is almost as much the rage among weak members of the stronger sex as over. These have lieen given an excellent opportunity of seeing her off the stage, of late, by her appearance in the role of defendant in a suit for recovery of a debt of SBOO. Lillian is a very remarkable woman, but she never did a more remarkable deed than when she tes tified, in the astonished presence, doubtless, of some of the donors, that her diamonds are all paste and not worth the trouble of levying upon. This is a confession not many women would make, even to get the better of an opponent in a lawsuit. Com pared with this, her assertion that she could not live upon less than SIOO a week is mild and unsensational. Lillian is certainly a re markable woman. MISS MITRFREK A SURPRISE. Miss Mary Murfree is a perpetual sur prise. Everybody has grown accustomed to the fact that Charles Egbert Craddock is a woman, but nobody who met the fragile, pale-faced, lame girl, during her recent Hy ing visit to New York, found it easily possi ble to understand how such a quiet little creature who was obliged to sit to receive her guests could have obtained such a moun taineer’s familiarity with the rocks and the trees of the Tennessee crags, or have drawn such bold and masterly sketches of the rough characters who In#* among them. 3he writes like an active, fearless man ac customed to every phase of a wild, out-of door life. She looks like the most delicate of fireside bred women. She is small, with big eyes that look bigger when a crowd has been lionizing her till she is pa thetically tired. and dark-haired. She does < not look like an invalid precisely, but is evidently far from strong. Bh" is very sim ple, natural and straightforward in conver sation, molest to a degree in spite of an amount of adulation that might have turned any woman’s head. Any reference to the long mystification about her identity calls out a roguish smile, and they say that when Aldrich was made speechless with amaze ment on his first presentation to her she merely said: “You know I owed you one for Marjorie Daw.” Her present home is in St. Louis and she will spend the summer there busy with new' literary plans. BEEFSTEAK FOR GIRLS. Wells College, where Mrs. Frances Folsom Cleveland was educated, is feeling the effects of the fame which that connection brings it. Three or four years ago very few people knew of itsexistenee. This year it finds itself an important institution, and its com mencement exercises at Aurora next week will be attended by throngs of people. Mr. Gilder, of the Century, will deliver an ad dress, and everybody connected with the college seems to think that President Cleve lands choice of a life companion was a most fortunate thing for the school. Aprojxisof tlie statistics which make the rounds of the newspapers yearly giving the number of pounds of meat, etc. consumed at the girls’college, figures indicating gen id healthy appetites and which no doubt would have made Bryon’s hail* stand on end, it is worthy of note that when the Presidency of Wellesley was offered to Miss Freeman it was one of the conditions of her acceptance that, the students should have beefsteak for breakfast. She had an eve to the cur riculum hut an equally sharp one to the diet. Beefsteak, rosy cheeks and hard study go well together. Anew law in New York permits the transfer of property direct from husband to wife or wife to husband. It is curious that such a law should not have been in existence prior to the year 1887. There a few women of property who rank among the. shrewdest speculatoi-s and dealers in city real estate. One of these recently Ixiuglit a house in upper New York for SB,(KXI and sold it within a few hours at an advance of several hundred dollars. E. P. H. Outwitting aD Interviewer. From a Washiiu/ton tetter 1877. Vice-President-elect Wheeler never re ceived any credit for being a practical joker. Jle hasn't a tendency for such sports, but the way he bulldozed a rural newspaper man is worth telling. When he was return ing from his recent visit to Governor Hayes at Columbus, the train stopped ut Zanesville for dinner, hut he didn’t get out. It was soon known at the depot, however, that he was on the train, nnd a crowd went into the car to shake hands with the next Vice Presi dent. Asa number of gentlemen were standing around him talking, a pop-eyed young fellow pushed his way through, carry ing an open notebook of generous size and a pencil in his hand. It was the “local” of a Zanesville i>a(x - r. He brought the implements of his profession into jxisition and opened attack. “Have 1 the honor of addressing the Hon. William A. Wheeler:” he inquired. “Thank you, sir,” responded Mr. Wheeler, “you have! And whom have 1 the honor of addressing:” The young man gave his name. “You are a newspaper nuiu, I suppose,” suggested Mr. Wheeler. Tne young man assented. “Have you Ixx'ii in the business long?’ “About three years.” Ever lived anywhere but in Zanesville?” “No.” “Do you like the profession?” The young man said hedid.and wasatout to propound a question on his own part when Mr. Wheeler interrupted him by asking itbout Zanesville, its inhabitants, products, manufactures, cost of living, condition of business, following up these with other ques tions relative to the history of the place and its prospects; and he showed a wonderful interest in the newiqiaper with which the young man was connected, its circulation, advertising patronage and competition. Several times did the young man venture to attempt to change the subject of conversa tion, but Mr. Wneeler plied liinj with ques tions until tlft train moved off and the “local” compelled to leave the car. Mr. Wheeler enjoys tolling how he outwitted an interviewer. But the voting man had the advantage of him. Mr. Wheeler might jiarry his questions, but he could not curn the press. The young man printed the fol lowing paragraph: “Hon. William A. Wheeler, thenext Vice President, passed through Zanesville on Thursday. Our reporter lmd an extended conversation with him, and found him to be a most agreeable gentleman. The ]x - ople of Zanesville would lx* flattered to know the interest taken by Mr. Wheeler in our thriv ing city, and.it would have humiliuted the starveling who runs the —i — (the oppoet tiou paper) to liave Imaitl the compli mentary terms in .which he alluded to tins journal, and his appreciation of our humble, nut wall directed efforts during the recent campaign.” I’au'V Ashland, aged 14. of Adrian. Mich., has Just returned home from nearly a lio.OdO inlle trip the last year. He made his own way with a bootblack's kit, never rode a brukeboam, anil generally found comfortable quarters hi the cai’Hnxtt) or baggage car. He purl no fare, but pul up at. a Imbil when he arrived in a lown. He 1* very bright, and well advanced in the common . branches of study, rend* the uewapapcfii'Tßtd I wrote liis mutual rcguluriv. THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JUNE 19, 1887—TW ELVE PAGES. FEMALE COLLEGES. Mount Holyoke, and a Few Other Insti tutions of Learning for Women. New York, Juno IS. —It is not so many years that a woman has had any legal right to an education in America. I was talking no long time ago with a round little white haired grandmother, whose dim eye bright ened as she recalled the time when as a ha rum-scarum gifl in the days when the cen tury was young she climbed upon the win dow ledge if the “townhouse” in old Ply mouth. Mass., to hear the . village fathers discuss the momentous question whether girls should lx- admitted to the public school. The old farmer who led the opposi tion didn't want any woman looking over his shoulder when he wrote a letter, and tell ing him when he spelled a word wrong. In tins particular case a compromise was ef fected, by which the girls of Plymouth were allowed to take what empty seats there might lie in the sclioolhouso during the mouths from April to October, when the hi iys were called out to work on the farms. (Ither communities less tolerant of the as pirations of the weaker sex gave them an hour or two after 4 o’clock in the afternoon when the boys were through for the day, or permitted the pinafored misses to make what progress they could sitting at their brother’s desk and conning tneir books while the more favored sex was enjoying its “nooning.” In Boston, which from the ear liest days has prided itself on its public schools, in 1784 girls were admitted to the “writing” class only, reciting by themselves one hour each day m reading, spelling and writing. In 1789, after bitter discussion, girls were admitted to the boy’s classes in the “reading schools" during the summer months, the old prohibition continuing in force throughout the main session, when the more capable teachers were em ployed, in the winter. In 1820 Boston tried the experiment of a girl’s high school which, opening in February of that year with RJO pupils, was deluged with such a flood of applications for admission from mentally starved women as well as girls that in IS'<k the committee, under the lead of Josiah Quincy, recommended its abolition, urging the most novel reason ever given for discontinuance of any enterprise, that dur ing the eighteen months the school had been in operation not one pupil had voluntarily quittisl it, and 400 candidate! were known to be studying for the next examination. The school was given up, and it was nearly a quarter of a century before the project was revived. Buell were the lieginnings a comparatively short time ago of the public education of women in this country. There were mothers and big brothers, and now and then a governess, of course, to point out round O and curly Hin the “good old col ony times,” but the spelling Ixiok was not of much consequence compared with tlie sam pler. All this makes it a little easier to under stand the curious excitement that ran round the quiet country circles of New England just fifty years ago when Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley was oiiened. Mary Lyon, its founder, was a woman who in another country and with another creed might have been canonized. With a self sacrifice, a devotion and an ab sorbing zeal that have marked the enthu siast in all ages and have never failed to move the world, she made the cause of the education of women her cause, and it was her untiring work of years that compelled success in the face of obstacles not now to lx* appreciated or imagined. Buffalo robes tucked about her. drawn by a stout little horse and sustained by her own brave heart, she drove when the snow drifts were deep up and down among the bleak hills of New* England, talking with the farmers and making friends out of enemies in the villages, meeting and combating everywhere the prejudice against “book lemming” for girls, until at best she had inner hands funds enough to warrant the opening of the school which next, week celebrates its semi-centen nial, looking back and with justice to the day of its beginning, as marking a date and an occasion of no small importance in the history of American educational work. All this was only fifty years ago, nnd yet— so different were people’s ideas then—that the experiment attracted the utmost interest and curiosity. It was true that anew era for women was manifestly under way. The first State appropriation ever made for the better education of girls had been scored to the credit of New York, which had'en dowed the Albany Female Academy with the munificent sum of 81,000 in 1821. It was truo that Oberlin invited students of both sexes with equal cordiality when it opened its doors in 1 834. But Vassal - was nearly a quarter of a century off, and in all New England the Mount Holyoke experiment was unique. Bo prevalent was the idea of the low capacity of women, so deep rooted the notion that they could neither in struct mir be instruct'd, that in sonic ways Mary Lyon herself dared not op pose the current. In the privacy of the everyday schoolroom routine, a Latin grammar might bo put into girlish hands and a woman teacher might listen while mensa was declined. But on the days of the annual examination when distin guished visitors on their way from Harvard commencement dropped in and looked around with curious eyes, could any woman horn marshal the forces of her own class then: Mary Lyon never tried it. And when some years after the school opened anew teacher, bolder than her predecessors, did attempt the hazardous experiment and everything went well, and neither the girls nor their teacher broke down before the battery of eyes with Latin knowledge shin ning out of them of the formidable other sex, tense was tlie anxiety in the whole corps of instructors and great the wonder ment among the visitors—lass than fifty years ago. Mount Holyoke Seminary is now a flour ishing schiKil larger and more prosperous no doubt than Mary Lyon saw it prefigured in her dreams. It lias a large force of instruc tors, and good advantages for education, w Inch the aluninu - propose to supplement at the jubilee celebration by a gift of 820,000 endowing the Principal’s chair now ably filled by Miss Elizabeth Blanchard. It has 315 pupils, representing twenty-four States and Territories of this land, and one each from Bulgaria, India, Turkey and the Hawaiian islands. Its graduates are liter ally scattered over the globe as teachers uml missionaries—in which field its alumna - have always Ixxm especially prominent—business women, wives and mothers. And next week they propose to gather again, hundreds of them, for anniversary exercises and reunion that will fill the hours from Tues day evening, June 21, to Thursday evening with reminiscences of tlie past and hope for the future of women. It is after all tlie most gratifying thing about the anniversary of Mount Holyoke that the schixil is no longer unique; that in spite of its growth and prosperity it is now only one of thousands. Binee its foundation girfs have been admitted to the public schools everywhere, colleges in every State in the Union give them advantages almost, if not quite, equal to those of boys, and of seminaries anil private schools there is no end. Vaasar college was founded iti 1801. It sLhkl almost alone for a time, but Wellesley, Smith, Boston University and the Cambridge '‘Annex” have sprung up within the last decade and a half and all over the generous West the typical eollego is that in which young men and women sit together in the classroom. Wesleyan Female College, at Macon. Ga., opened in 1839, was the first' institution in America exclusively for women which bestowed degrees upon its graduates, and it is a curious fact that in the Bouth, in spite of the general backwardness of girls' education before tlie war, they are now getting on an average a better education t ium the toys. In that, section of the country it is almost time to start a new* crusade in behalf of the sex which once monopolized pretty much all the good tilings of life. Women are everywhere at work as physicians, journalists, teachers, artists, preachers and lawyers. They have made a place for themselves in literature barely second to that of men. They have suoc*- fully invaded the business world. Think qf it. Wo have Ixrni educating women only about twice us long us the enfranchised slave. What right havp we to expect any marked results; It takes more than one or two generations to make a U*ss timid, self distrusting, attitude toward the world hereditary. All things considered the actual accomplishments of women are more than surprising. What may not have hap bened when Mount Holyoke celebrates its centennial in 11)87 i Eliza P. Heaton. THAT LASS O’ LOWBIE’S. Meeting of the English National Per sonal Bights Association. New York, June 18. —“That Lass o’ Low rie’s” is a reality and not a figment of the fertile imagination of the clever Mrs. Hodg son-Buruett. 1 attended recently the an imal meeting of the English National Association ft>r Defense of Personal Rights, which was held in a hand some hall situated in Essex street, London, almost directly opposite that mast nuignificent pile of modern Gothic buildings, the new Law Courts. The audience was large and attentive, and rapturously ap plauded every point taken which aimed at contesting all Parliamentary meddling with individual liberty. The- meeting was pre sided over by Charles Hopwood, Queen’s counsel and recorder of Liverpool, who was supported by Miss Muller, Mr. Charles Mc- Laren, M. Leon Donnat, member of the Mu nicipal Council of Paris, who stated that he was actively associated with a sister society in Paris for the defense of personal rights; and other prominent jieople. It appears that in 188fi it was promised m Parliament, in the “coal mines regulation act amend ment bill,” to abolish female labor at the brow of coal mines, at the representation that the dress worn by these women when at work offended propriety, consisting, as it does, of trousers, skirt and jacket. A depu tation of Pit-brow women attended the meeting, and three of them, in full working outfit, were accommodated with seats upon the platform, where the audience was en abled to judge for itself of the exact charac ter of the dress. It would be difficult to de vise a costume more modest. The hair is completely hidden by a black alpaca skull cap with a hanging 'bag at the back, into which any loose locks may fall, and thus tie preserved from dust: a high-necked, long sleeved jacket of thick (lark blue cloth is worn ever a petticoat of the same material, which reaches about to the calf of the leg; between this and the boot tops are seen the inUch-talked-of trousers, which in reality are nothing more nor loss—except that t hey are made of dark cloth like the jack et and skirt —than the pantalettes which were universally worn and shown a few years ago, and which are still worn but not shown nowadays. A col- ored silk tie about the neck and a large lin en apron completed the accoutrement. The three women represented life’s stages— youth, maturity and old age. All were ro bust, sturdy—in a word, magnificent speci mens of the female animal; and all three were endowed with complexions of the lily married to the rose. The youngest was a girl of 18, who it was stated, had worked for five years at the Pit-brow. She was indeed a picture.. A few truant locks upon her forehead proclaimed her to be a perfect type of golden-haired blonde; large eyes of darkest sapphire were modestly downcast and shaded by long, curling lashes; the flag of ruddy health waved over the rosy cheeks and ruby lips, and altogether one could easily imagine that a scholarly, town-worn young minister, like the one depicted in* "That Lass o’ Lowrie's,” could fall to loving this honest, primitive type of healthy wom an and to want her to wife despite their social unfitness; while on the other hand one could lielieve that the deeply touched, him worsliiping but conscientious girl should cry, as did the lass: “Not yet; let me edu cate myself first; let me be a little more worthy of you.” I congratulated Miss Mul ler on the success of her energetic protests against interference with these honest wom en’s labor. “To sneak of their dress as immodest is absurd, 1 ’ 1 said. “Is it not;’’ she exclaimed. “It isour dress (i. e., thatof wom en of fashion) which is immodest, not theirs.” The agitation in behalf of their right to continue their work will now pre vent any Parliamentary action relating to the women of the Pit-brow. Ho much for an active protest! Olive Logan. ON THE RAIL. Amusing Anecdotes From Across the Atlantic. From Chambers' Journal. Railway men are not like cab men, for instance, for having much power in way of repartee, but now and and then they arc the occasion of it In others. At a certain station, a porter promptly offered assistance to a bishop, who was more often out. of his diocese than hi3 people liked. He was a humorist, loved continental trips, and carried a good deal of luggage with him. "How* many articles, your lordship?” asked the porter. “Thirty-nine.” replied the bishop, with a twinkle in the eye. “That's too many, I’m afraid, your lord ship,” said the mail stolidly and in perfect good faith. “Bah!” responded the bishop dryly, “I per ceive that you are a dissenter.” And the porter did not see the joke. This density was well shown on the North London railway not long since. A passen ger remarked in the hearing of one of the company’s servants how easy it was to “do,” as he called it, the company. He declared that he had often taken them in. The serv ant was on the alert in a moment; thought he had got a case, and determined to make the most of it. He listened. •‘I have often,” said the passenger to his companion, ‘‘gone from Broad street to Dalston junction without a ticket. Any one can do it easily; I did it myself yester day.” When he got out of the train, the servant of the company followed after, and wanted to know how it was done. At first the pas senger would not give the information: but at last, for a little monetary consideration, he agreed. The money was paid. “Now,” asked the official, “how did you manage to get from Broad street to Dalston junction without a ticket?” “Oh,” said the passenger, with a smile, “I simply walked the distance.” That railway servant grimly saw the joke, but felt that he liad paid for it rather ilenrly. On the old Stockton and Darlington rail way, in the days when that company took the preachers of the gospel at half price, like children. <me of tile ticket cl rks, when asked for a minister’s ticket by a somewhat unclerical-looking man, expressed a doubt as to his profession. “I’ll read you ono of my sermons if you doubt my word,” said the minister. “No, thank you,” said the ticket clerk, with a gloomy smile, and handed the ticket over without any further proof. Still, tflere was once a railway man who must have been a wag at heart. He was an engine-driver and had lieeu discharged for not exercising due care in the course of his duty. He applied to be reinstated in his former occupation, when the following dia logue took place: “You were dismissed,” said the Superin tendent. austerely, “for letting your train come twice in collision. Once we could have overlooked, and we did soon your first occa sion; hut it is inqiossihle for us to jmiss over a second offense, and you only waste your time in making such an application as you ore now proceeding with.” “Why,’ - said the engine driver, interrupt ing him, “that Ls the very reason why I ask to lib restored to my work.” •‘How so?” asked* the Superintendent hi astonishment. “Because, sir,” replied the man, “if I had any doubt on the first occasion ns to whether two trains could pass each other on the same line, my doubt is now entirely removed. I have tried it twice, sir, and 1 find that it can’t lx* done; and you may take my word for it that I shall riot try the experiment again." And he did not, for they.would not allow him the opportunity. OVERBOARD IN THE CHANNEL. Engineer Forester’s Remarkable Es cape from Drowning. F>om the New Orleans Timer-Democrat. The following narrative, though remarka ble, Is all fact. It was related to me by Mr. Forester himself while I was on board the ship with him, and was vouched for in all particulars by Cant. Roberts. All names given are the true names of those interested, and I have not attempted to embellish the narrative, but give it in Mr. Forester’s own words: “As you are aware, I have been chief en gineer of the steamship Kingdom for several years, and I really think that good luck will follow me as long as I remain by her. Well, we left the port of Dunkirk, on the coast of France, on the afternoon of Aug. 21, 1880. bound for Liverpool, England, the home of my wife and children. Y'ou can imagine my anxiety to reach those so dear to me much better tiian I can describe it. No one but those who follow the sea can realize fully the feelings of him who is homeward bound after a long absence. We hail been on our way about thirty-six hours. It was uiy watch in the engine room. I stood beside the great engines and watched their pulsation and knew that every stroke made the great screw revolve and sent us nearer, nearer to our loved ones. All was going well in the engine room, and I concluded I would take a breath of fresh air. Mounting the ladder, I climbed to the engine room door on the main deck. It was 9 o’clock at night. The stars shone out bright and beautiful—a magnificent summer night at sea. The Captain and his wife (who had joined him at Dunkirk) were on the ship’s bridge, the Captain keeping a sharp lookout for Dungeness Light, on the English coast. The ship’s log registered 10 1-2 knots per hour, and that light should have been in sight. Capt. Roberts, seeing me, remarked that the ship was not doing as well as he expected, as the light should now be :*.i sight. I was satisfied that the light would soon show up, and made myself comfortable on the port rail amidships to lunch on the coffee aud crackers that the steward served me with at this hoqr. I drunk the coffee and sat the cup on the rail, and at. that moment I saw a flash almost dead ahead. “To make sure that it was Dungeness Light, I stood upon the rail, and placing my hand over my bead and taking hold of the steering rod, leaned over the side as far as I could. As I did so, the movement of the rod brought rny hand in contact with the block in the shieve. Fearing my hand would get caught, I reached up the other, intending to change hands. I let go too soon and missed my hold, and the next moment 1 found myself plunging headforemost into the English Channel, fifteen miles from land. “Instantly I knew I must plunge deep down under the water and swim . from the ship to save myself from being drawn into the wheel by the suction. I came to the surface just astern of the ship and facing her. The spray from the propeller was driven against my face with such force it seemed as if it cut the flesh. I turned my back for a moment, and then the problem of life and eternity was before me. I threw myself on my back and floated. “I saw the great cloud of black smoke roll out from the ship’s funnel and fall over the water. I knew no one had seen me fall over the ship’s side, i realized at once that all those so near, either one of whom would have rescued me even at the peril of his own life, were unconsciously leaving me. I was not missed on the ship till midnight, two hours after I had fallen overboard. The ship was searched—engine, boiler, and lire rooms—in the exj>ectation of finding me disabled. At last my cup and plate were found on the ship’s rail. To those on board the problem was solved—was unanimously voted that I had dropped asleep and fallen overboard while sitting on the rail. All thought it too late to put the ship about and look fbr me, and she was kept on her course to Liverpool. “I was clad in quite a heavy wool jacket, canvas pants, and heavy English walking slioes, that laced high around my ankle. My first effort was to free myself of the great weight of clothing. I attempted to get out of my jacket; after making the most superhuman efforts I had to give it up. I could not extricate ray arms from the sleeves without drowning myself. Again I tried to get rid of it by throwing myself on my back and floating, at the same time trying to pick the seam open that held the sleeve. I had to give this up. I thou tried to get my shoe off, but could not do so. Every effort I made I would sink, and then all my strength had to be used in keeping my head above water. To add to my misery a most excruciating pain seized me in the back of my head at the base of my brain. This was terrible. I had now been m the water a little over an hour, and was in full possession of every faculty. My whole life passed before me like a panorama. Scenes of my childhood that had faded from memory were again as fresh as in the days of youth. Calmly and quietly I resigned" myself to my fate. Not even a ray of hope entered my mind. “I had just finished what I supposed was my last prayer to the great Jehovah, in whose presence I soon expected to be, and asked of Him a special blessing on my wife and children, when to my great surprise, as if it were from out the great deep, I saw a red light some distance from and coming toward me. As it drew quite near I raised myself up in the water and cried for assis tance. My second or third hail was answered and the ship put about. I heard the watch on deck calling up the watch below. I had now been in the water fully an hour and a half. The pupils of my eyes had become so much dilated that everything was greatly magnified. The ship lolted to me as large as a mountain. It seemed as if they would never get the small boat into the water, I was nearly exhausted and could not have lasted many minutes more. As I saw the boat coming I really supposed it a ship, it looked so large. The next moment it shot up to me and I found myself seized by strong willing arms and pulled into the boat. My rescuer proved to to a noble Danish sailor, the master of a little coasting schooner. Every attention was shown me. My rags were exchanged for the Captain’s tost. I could retaiu neither food nor spirits for some time, on account of having swallowed so much sea water. My benefac tor could not speak English, nor I Danish, and it was hard to make him understand how I came to be in the middle of the English Channel swimming for my life. I was in a sad plight My clothes were in tatters, the knees of my pantaloons were split open, and my engine-room suit not very genteel at the tost. I found the schooner bound for Littlo Hampton, England, only a short sail troin where I was picked up. I was delight ed at this, knowing I could rriich home by rail ship Kingdom reached Liverpool, thus save my wife the terrible shock of hiding me reported lost. I was |xmniloss and clad in u manner that would cause ino to appear as un improve ment on any tramp you ev* w, 1 thouglhphice on England’s shore i aould # 1 could not blame any nno fronnP'iiing wdeaf ear to my story. My was so miraculous and my general appearance so much on the order of a vu grant that I was voted a liar by all. It was ;i o’clock on Sunday afternoon when I stepped on shore and Lid my rescuer adieu. I was nearly .'IOO miles from Liverpool. I called on the railway station master and togged him to send me to Liverpool. M v story was taken for a lie, and I was threatened with arrest ns an impostor. I bethought that the agent in charge of the fund for the toneflt of shipwrecked seamen would loan me money enough to get on with. He, like all others, viewed me with suspicious eye, and.refused to loan inn ten pence to pay u telegram to my employers (the owners of the snip), asking assistance. Finally he consented to go with me to the telegraph office and pay for n message. “As I wrote the message my eyes fell on a small diamond ring on my little finger. I had not thought of tnls before. I hod paid for it only a short time previous, i felt like a lord at once and apologized for hav ing been a trouble to him. My great change of manner surprised the gentleman. H,s curiosity was aroused, and he wished to know wnat had couie over me. I soon ex plained, and bid the charitable gontlomuu ! in charge of the fund for the toneflt of ship wrecked sailors adieu. I quickly disposed of my ring for a loan of i!_, agreeing to return £4 for the use of it. 1 was off for home by 6 o’clock. Being short of cash, I took a second-class cab. B. fore my depart ure from the schooner the Danish Captain filled ray pocket with cigars. In the compartment with mo were three gentlemen. 1 told my adventure and was hooted. One of my companions left us and went into the third class van—to get clear of me, us I after ward learned. I lighted a cigar and was rudely disturbed by the train guard, who ordered me into the third-class' van. As I entered the car, whom should I see but my friend, who at once appealed to the guard for protection, charging me with being a desperado, and following him. At this I had to laugh. His companions pacified him by saying that it’s only a poor Jack oil a bum". “ I landed safely at Liverpool at 8 o’clock Monday morning. When I reached my own door my wife would scarcely believe it was her husband. I feared to tell my tale, know ing her nervous temperament. I accounted for my frightful appearance by saying the ship would stop but an hour or two, and, in my haste to spend that time with her, I hur ried home. It was accepted of course, as true. I took a good sleep until 9a. in., and then went down to the governor’s office. I found him reading my dispatch, which he could scarcely comprehend until I made my appearance, “While I was in the office the ship was re ported. I concluded to step out on the wharf us the ship came alongside. AVhen the Captain and crew saw me they were certain it was my ghost. When lines were thrown to the ship the Captain ;gul men stood motionless, not thinking of lines, but only that 1 must be a ghost. In fact, no one would believe it was I. Capt. Roberts came over the ship’s side, and placed his hand on me, saying: “Forester, is it really you;’ He was scion satisfied, and said: ‘Wonderful! Wonderful escape! I never thought to see you again.”’ LOST IN A GENIAL SMILE. The Polite Gentleman and the Four Trustful Ladies. From the -Veto York Time*. The little bobtail car which crosses Twenty third street was becoming ttncoihfortably crowded as it wended its way eastward yes terday afternoon. The two rows of seats were occupied by a number of- weary young men who were so deeply interested in* their newspapers, after the fatigue of a morning’s work, that they failed to see that some eight or nine ladies—and shopping ladies, with large, troublesome parcels—were endeavor ing to hang on to the greasy straps. Of course if they had seen this they would instantly have jumped up and given their seats. As the car reached Second avenue it was stop[ied by four perspiring women who were frantically waving their umbrellas to signify that they were willing, and even de sirous, of paying for a ride They boarded the ear, and wedged themselves in at the en trance. In their wake followed a shabby individual, whose face had a complexion like a porous piaster and whose nose had the hectic flush which appeals to the sympathies of all. The hectic-nosed gentleman pushed his way close to the box in which the fares are deposited and paused. He glanced around at the poor, perspiring women. They were still perspiring. The movement of the ear threatened their equilibrium in an extremely significant manner. The hectic nosed gentleman looked at them again. This time his face wore'a fascinating smile. His eyes glowed with ’what looked like genial good-humor. The four ladies saw his pleas ant nature and in a moment availed them selves of it. “If you would to so kind as to drop my fare in,” said the stoutest of the quartette, timidly tendering a quarter. “Might I trouble you?” suggested the second, a dainty little damsel, whose dia phanous attire was water soaked, handing a dime. “Please put this in the box,” commanded a third, an acid spinster, who looked as though she could not afford to lose words in putting the thing prettily, and offering a nickel. “I’m sorry to disturb you.” added a fourth, a fat little woman, bubbling over with pleasant smiles, as she handed a 50c. piece. “That’s the smallest I have,” she said. The hectic-nosed gentleman took off his battered hat, and smiled even more insinu atingly than before. Then he turned his back to the ladies and stood in front of the box while the advent of five young men, who walked to the front of the car, hid him from view. The four ladies, who had ceased perspiring, were soon accommodated with seats, and were jolted along, list in medita tion, and apparently undisturbed. Soon, however, the three who had resjiectively handed a dime, a quarter, and a 50c. piece to the hectic-nosed gentleman began to fidget in their seats. Where was the change ? That was the thought that seemed to inflict itself upon them. As time went on they became more and more uncomfortable, and their restlessness caused the acid spinster, whose nickel could give forth no change, to smile. "It's a disgrace to crowd these cars so,” quoth the first lady, unable to contain her self longer. “I can’t even see the man who deposited my fare.” said the second. “I’m waiting for 45c.” remarked the fat woman, no longer bubbling over with pleas ant smiles. Then the car was stopped, the driver’s door thrown open, and a rain moistened face thrust in. The driver looks sternly at the four ladies, and, in stentorian tones, sent a thunderbolt in their directions, with the words: “You, ladies ain’t paid your fares.” The acid spinster no longer smiled, but sat there mute with indignation. The three others protested loudly and vehemently. But it was no good. Four nickels had to be deposited in the box. Their indignation might have been repressed if they could have looked down Fourth avenue. Then they would have seen a shabby indivdual, whose face resembled a porous plaster, and whose nose had a hectic flash, hurrying along the thoroughfare, his right hand - m his pocket, und his most ingenuous smile strik ingly conspicuous. INSANE DELUSIONS. A Married Woman Who Thinks She is to be Married. From the Cincinnati Enquirer. Yesterday morning Dr. Davis had several patients before him whose minds had given away. They were there for examination as to their sanity. T ,e ease of Melanie E. Wilmes was sad. hue w yet young, and her mind was wrecked in passing through that period that should have made her a happy, proud mother. In stead of this it left her a lunatic. She was confined about three weeks ago. Ten days afterward the puer peral period had so affected her mind that she became possessed of various delu sions. She Imagined that she was to bo married to Dr. Haynes, who attended her in her confinement. She also saw shadows on the wall, and thought they were spirits. She imagined she was magnetized, and that in this way she would furnish her husband with the material from which he could write a book. What the subject of that book was to be she would not Ray. Shy lived in Fail-mount ’ For tho past week or more she has been confined to a room in the second story Of her house. She was trying continually to get out ol the window. I liese njienings had to be tied up with ropes, the shutters fastened so she could,not escape. She would call to people |vowing, amt sav she was being starved to death. As in almost all cases of puerperal mania Hhe lost her sense of modesty. While she does not use toul language, ns is usually the case, she would undress herself in the presence of anyone. She had no sense of shame. At night she would shriek so that she could be heard a great distance. Hhe hail a fondness lor h<T baby at times, ami again she would ach iso flint it be killed, and thus save her i self, feho was seat to Longview. INSTINCT OR REASON. I What Leads the Hornet to Build HU Cell?- Can He Help Doing It? From the Pittsburg Dispatch. “I have been watching a yellow hornet building a nest near my kitchen door for several days,” observed a gentleman to an other in a car yesterday, “and the longer I watch it the more puzzled I am to know whether it is guided in its work by know, ledge and reason or by instinct, "it does not work like a machine, but with all the sagacity of a reasoning being.” “I have watched them, too.” replied the other, “but I could never see any signs of reasoning powers. They seemed to to doino something that they couldn’t help. “That is not the case with this hornet " observed the fti-st gentleman. “It came one day when I was sitting in the door and made a careful survey of the surroundings and seemed to be particular about getting in a place where it would to well protected from wind and rain. It finally selected a place under the string rail to which the fence boards aro nailed. After making up its mind it cleaned off a spot about as big as an apple seed. Then it flew away, but it was not long until it returned with a lump of blaek-lookiug stuff about the size of a large birdshot in its arms. It then be-mn spreading this over the bare spot on the rail with its bill. The work was done as care fully as a plasterer would have done it.” “Maybe it had a trowel and facing board concealed about its person,” observed the other, jestingly. “If it had I didn’t see ’em,” replied tl other, “but I watched it when it returned with another load of papier-mache. It pinched small bits off of the little ball held in its arms, and seemed to chew it before sticking it on to the other. While it was gone for another load I examined the work and found that it constructed a small stem, not much thicker than a coarse sewin® thread, which was attached to the founda” tion by a broad, flaring base. The next load was built onto the stem, and flared out exen more than the base. In this it bored four little holes, such as would to made by the poiut of a lead pencil in a soft piece of putty. It then went to work and polished up the stem, which is about a quarter of an inch long, until it looked as if it had been waxed.” “How long did it take this mechanical hornet to do all this?” interrupted the listener. “Less than one hour,” replied the other. “I had not finished my after supper toddy when it knocked off for the nign. It must ha ve got to work early the next morning, for when I went out after breakfast I found that those four little indentures in the bulb on the end of that stem had grown into cells a quarter of an inch deep, and that a cup-shaped enclosure had been commenced at the point where the stem was attached to the foundation. The cells and the enclosure grew with about equal rapidity, and were as perfect pieces of art work as you would wish to see.” “Not more perfect than the crystals we find in quartz rock ora thousand and one other places,” suggested the listener. “No, not more perfect,” argued the other, but here was the mechanic at his work. He was collecting the materials and preparing it as intelligently as a stucco worker would gather and prepare his. In order to test the equanimity of the fussy little artisan I stuck a straw into one of the enclosures. Imme diately on its return it flew into a passion, buzzed around a few seconds as if looldng for the fellow who had the hardihood and ill-manners to intrude upon its premises, and then went to work and cut the straw into little bits and carried them away. It then repaired the damage and went on with the work.” “1 have seen almost the same thing going on when preparing crystals of the salts or copoer and lead,” remarked the other. “With the aid of a battery of moderate strength the process of crystalization can lie seen distinctly. Several times I have inter posed foreign matter between the particles of niotal and the parts to which they were tending, when some unseen force would drive "them away in order to allow the proper particles to take their respective places. If the foreign matter, such as a straw or piece of thread, persisted in re maining the atoms of metal would form around it and go on until the figure was complete.” “Well, my little artisan next began a sec ond, or outer, covering for his nest,” said the other, “and it is as perfect a sphere as if it had been modeled in a lathe. It is made of a coarser and heavier material than the cells and the inner covering. It gets the material from the boards on the fence, but that for the inside works it gets from a dis tance, ar.d it requires considerable time for it to make the round trip.” “If you come around to my laboratory some day I will show the same thing, of nearly the same, going on among atoms of minerals,” said the other, as they got up to leave the car. “Yes, but the hornet is a living, moving, breathing unimal, while your particles are senseless. ” “When you see them rushing around in the water that holds them in solution you will not think they are quite as senseless as they seem. I don’t say that these mineral atoms have intelligence, but they certainly build prettier and more complete structures than yellow hornets, or even intelligent men. To to candid, lam not quite certain that we know what intelligence is or whence its source.” The Star of Bethlehem. From the St. I/ouis Globe-Democrat. St. Joseph, Mo., .Tune 12. —Astronomers have to thank Mr. Klein for the amusement he has afforded them. The smoked glasses and mirror attach ment which have shown him Cassiopeia in the daytime, though at night he cannot Hud either the constellation or his marvelous star, would be useful improvements. He should patent them. Hitherto astronomers, idiotic old fogies thot they are, have sup posed smoked glasses chiefly useful in diminishing light, not in making faint ob jects visible. It may interest Mr. Klein and others ignorant of elementary matters in astron omy to learn that Cassiopeia is never ‘‘be low the horizon, and consequently invisible from our latitude’'—our latitude meaning any latitude in Kentucky. Cassiopeia at midnight, at this season, is as high above the horizon ns at 4 in the afternoon. Tho constellation may bo invisible at midnight through smoked ‘ glasses or with the mirror attachment in which the Hartford observer rejoices. Smoked glasses and mirror at tachments are indeed not greatly esteemed by astronomers as aids in observing stars. But assuredly every star down to the seventh magnitude can tie seen in Cassiopeia now at midnight, and Mr. Klein’s Htar of Bethle nem is not visible among them. While he has been smoking glasses someliody has been smoking him. But possibly this potentous new star comes out in the daytime to oblige Mr. Klein, and goes in again—perhaps even works its way out of Cassiopeia to get below the horizon—at night, just to vex astrono mers. Let me explain, however, that though in writing about the matter for European and American magazines and journals, I have done my best to got all the fun out of tbe Kentuckian professor's “discovery” that lies in it—and that is saying a good deal, for it is the funniest thing I have yet heard of—l have lie-in careful not to describe it as an essentially Kentuckian or American achieve ment. 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