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AH OCTAYE OP SHOKT STORIES
By Famous Novelists.
No. 3.
MAISIE BOWMAN’S FATE
By GRANT ALLEN,
Author of “THE TENS OF SHEN—THE DEVIL'S DIE.” “DICK I'ROTHERO’S
How First Published.] R,GHTS
CHAPTER 11.
At home, all that min it, Maisie lay awake
in her bed, and thought it all out with her
self, and felt sure she understood it Jose
was In lore with her. Jose appreciated
her. Only once in her life had she mat a
man worthy of her: and that ma i had fallen
in love with her, as she with him, just as
naturally as two mountain torrencs meet
and rush together. His wife alone stood in
the way—his mad wife, and ber own
mother.' If Jose bad but money, he could
get rid of bis wife. If the mother were out
of their road, Jose could have money.
There lay her Iliad io a nutshell. Jose must
have money.
She rose up early, and consulted her ac
counts. Even for an American girl, Maisie
had always an ample allowance, for her
mother was generous to her; in fact, her
mother idolized her. Maisie admitied to
herself even then, that she could do as she
liked with mamma, any way. The ac
counta were satisfactory. Her balance was
big. She took out her check-book and
wrote a check to self or bearer for five hun
dred dollars—a buudred pounds sterling.
For obvious reasons, she avoided drawing it
in the name of Jose Mansfiell. But she in
closed it iu an envelope addressed to him at
his hotel; and with it she sent just a folded
•hect of paper bearing the suggestive
•words: “For preliminary legal expenses.
Maisie.”
That evening, as usual, she meet him
again. O, how she dreaded t iat meeting.
Her band was tremulous. ButJ isetxik it as
frankly and as opeoiv as ever, nis great
eyes turned on hers and flooded ber with
their light. But not a gleam of recognition,
of conscious conspiracy was there. Had he
received her note, she wondered, trembling.
Well, at any rate, he wasn’t angry. That
was at least a relief. He accepted' it as it
was aeaur.au interchange of friendly ser
vice between two higher natures. And his
talk was m re high-flown than ever that
evening. He spoke to her in a certain ea-y
rotund flow of speech (that passed with him
for rhetoric, for poetry, for imagination), of
the elective affinity that bound great souls
together, of the nothingness of conven
tional laws that strove in vain to part them.
' ‘Let me not to the marriage of true souls
admit imp-dimenhe said ligntly after
6ba>.espeare. And Mai -le took hm to mean
that he accepted her gift, and intended to
apply it in the ay she desired him.
Vet it didn’t seem sordid—fiom her to
him, n >t sordid.
For he sp ke to ber also of the vanity of
gold—mere ear hly dross that passes, soiled,
from hand to hand; what matter if it be
nominally y urs or mine, eo we enjoy it
equally? What matter who calls himself
the owner of some noble esia'e! “The
fancied proprietor owns but the dii tin the
ditches," he said, waving his hand; “the
sky, the air, the distant bills, the s.iow-c'.ad
Sierras— tnese, the.e are not his, but yours
and mine, Maisie!”
And Maisie thought no' ody ever spoke
like him on this em-th. She could take it
all in, yet admire it as she took it. Si com
monplace whs the thought, so large was the
uttera ce. That's the sec. et of these cheap
and effective displays. You say what
everybody can feel, or think, or under
stand, in language a little more ample than
everybody gi.es to it. To be truly great is
to say or do what the world must reject
when it learns it.
She went home again, whirling. This
thing should bed >r.e. It was hard to do it;
bnt for Jose’s sate' Yet first, sha must see
whether ho had taken her money.
Next morn ng, thereto e, very shame
faced, she called at her banker's, and a-ked
for her account. They brought her the
ledger. Her heart rose in her mouth; the
check was entered. He had cashed it; sure
enough. Casnod it the very same day be
received it.
8 e hardly knew whether she was glad of
that or not. He accepted—so far, well. But
•till—had oer idol feet of clav, she won
dered? A little more hesi.ati m, a little
more delicacy—but, there, it was Jose, and
we mu tn’l judge these great souls by mare
conventional standai and .
On her way borne s e called—an unusual
call for her—at the Smiths > ia In titution.
in t e library there sue remembered to have
no. iced a bo kon edical jurisprudence.
The. e were 1 >t of cases here—but n > mat
ter! She look the book down and skimmed
several page-. It disheartened her, rather.
The deiai.s of these symp.oijs are so pecu
liarly dist re-sing.
Then she went home, all trembling.
Mamma was in the drawi g-ro *m. Gen.
Folger wss there with her; old Gan. Folger
who lost his second wife November be ore
last. A widower, mind you, is always dan-
SBrons. Busidea, rial te noticed tnev seemed
urried as sr.e entered. A e nsciout Jo k
skulked in ber mother’s bland eves. Maisle
grew pale as death. This at least mu t lie
p.-ev.med! '1 ;.e iast straw was added that
breaks the camel’s back To lose her pros
pective fo. tune, and be Ge i. Folger’s s eD
daugtiter! And that wbe i sue might have
been J. e Mansfield’s ride! Distressing or
Dot. she must brave the symptoms 1
And they were dist easing, as a matter of
fact, very distressing indeed. She didn't
for a moment co ceal fr m herseif the
knowledge that they wrung her heart
terribly. She was fond of mamma, really
fond of pour mamma—as Sue unders ood
fond ess. It gave her the games rt of pang
to have to do it tnat it gives a sensitive per
son to have to sho t an (.la hoi se who has
served him well, or t > get rid of a pet dog
who has lain long on the h-arth-rng. But
for Jose’s sa a, she couid do or suffer an -
thing. Anl she suffered a grea < deal. At
tim-s, it was heart-rending.
For three days later, mamma was taken
ill The doctors, ha tily summoned, pro
nounced it peritulitis. Ana peritonitis it
seemed, fr it was ce tainly painful, ex
tremely painful. Poor mamma lay in
agony, ad wr.thed and ied with the
spasms that shot through her internally.
Every three hours Maisie had to give her a
mixture, to w hich she added something pri
vately on ber owu account; and sho poi
tivelyshr m, from giving it, so appalling
■were .heeffecis. But she had put nor ha and
to the plow, and couldn’t alf“ and to look
back. Let .t co-t what it might now, she
niue go right through with it.
To oild to her horror, as soon as mamma
fell ill, Jose went back uuexfec ediy to
Nebraska. Maisie didn’t do t he’d gone
back to iastlt i e divorce pr. c* i gsonthe
ground of insanity; md mat was well
enough in its way, as tar us It we t: but
at.II, It would have beau so much lighter
for ber if he’d remained in Washington a.id
called n >w aud -ben a the bou e t > see her.
Her loneli ess and Isolation in this terrible
er.ait weig .ed neavily upon ber cnuscieoce.
Hbe 100 ed in her ,lass, aud saw tne was
growing haggard with suspense anl
anxiety. Use l<t ber looks like this,
would J' car* for her? But there! Hhe
was l.srsdf : nd, as such, aha knew herself
to be Jnee’s fate, to be J se e affinity.
Mamma ■**• only ill tnroe days alto
gather but to Maisie, t oss three days were
an awful oternity. It was dreadful to se
her lying then, racked with peiu e and
<*>y, aud to kno* o ecould do nothing on
earth to ease her—i.oming. thet It lo set,
without spoiling or.#'* oeu plane s>4 ile
•Maying ot\ u mn fu'urs, MsUls r.eep*4
**•* *sed. Msd Mutter s<|
•O, Jose, Jose!”
On the third day, at last, poor mamma
grew weaker. Maisie saw with much relief
that her sufferings would now very aoon be
ove-. Thank heaven for that:forif they’d
gone on for twenty-four hours more, Maisie
really didn’t know how she ever could stand
it. It was driving her mad. It was terri
ble, terrible.
And when at last mamma lay quietly
dead od her bed, with her face now relaxed
and looking aim st like Itself again in its
peaceful slumber, Maisie was thankful to
think she was released from her misery—
and that now she could marry Jose Mans
field.
Still, there's many a slip ’twixt the cup
and the lip; a id Maisie began to be terrified
after all about the chance of a post-mortem.
Bo terrified was she, that she even suggested
it herself to the medical man.
“Don’t you think. Dr. Cooeyman,” she
said, with a scared white face, “thereought
to be an autopsy! Po >r mamma was taken
so suddenly ill, you know, and it was all so
quick; and she died so unexpectedly."
But the doctor shook his head with a very
decided air.
“Not at all, my dear madam,” he said,
authoritatively. “No necessity ia the
world. Avery normal case of peritonitis.
I’s most prevalent in the citv, just now.
This spell of cold wind has operated a great
deal of work for us dootors. Half my pa
tients are down with various internal
troubles.”
That relieved Maisie much. She breathed
freely once more. The other doctor coin
cided. to her iutense satisfaction. There
need be no autopsy, and nothing could come
out. Only in her own room at night did
she ever for a moment give way to her feel -
ings. Aud her outburst even then was
rather one of grief than of aotual remorse.
She felt alone in the world, so solitary and
desolate. Alter all, she’d been very fond of
poor, dear mamma. Nothing but love for
Jose would have induced her —well —there—
to add one ingiedient to mamma’s doily
touic.
As soon os convenient, mamma was de
cently buried. Maisie might have cremated
her; but she wouldn’t, -n purpose. She de
sired scrupulously to avoid all appearance
of evil. If you cremate a cerp-e. pe pie
may begin to ask in their ill-uatured way,
why ypu waut to get rid of it. But if you
bury it deeen ly, you destroy no evidence.
And for her own protection, should any
ugly whispers hereafter arise. Maisie wanted
tne evidence to be duly forthcoming. Mo;
in vain bad ebe studied that work on medi
cal jurispi udence at the Smithsonian Insti
tution. The drug 6be had added to momma's
tonic was ne little known save to chemists
and physiologists, and difficult to procure;
but ot such a potency that n > trace of it can
tie detected by an Iyds. And Maisie, being
an intelligent girl, had obtained a mail sup
ply in a way that would have occurred to
few women save her. She had dug up a
root with her own dainty parasol in the bo
tanical garden attached to the institution.
A week or two more passed doubtfully,
tremulously. Maisie was much engaged
wi.h her mour ing and other domestic ar
rangements. She was wealthy Dow, and she
had a hard proplem to solve—now to dress
herself in deep black, yet in such a becom
ing way that she might prove ns atti active
as ever to Jose Mansfield. And than there
was her complexion. That needid muon
care. Were those crows’ feet about her
eyes? Was regret, or remorse, or terror, or
what you wib, beginning to make her less
beautiful than heretofore? She trembled
to think so. For her complexion’s sake,
and Jose’s, she must stifle renio.se; snemust
stifle conscience. Bef re she met Jose again
she must got up her strength, her form, her
color, the must never be less lovely than
wbe.i he first saw her. She must burst upnu
him like a meteor—when she went to Ne
braska.
For she meant to follow Jose for the pres
ent to Omaha. She had head rora him
twice since he left Wa hington; letters in
the earns hign-tlowu style as ill - conversa
tion; letters lull of affec.ion, vague, form
less, occidental, hut uncertain as to detail,
and chaotic as to intention.
And now that poor, dear mamma was
gone, and she was mistress of her own fort
une, and ber owu m ivements as well, she
must iti ike while the iron is hot, and follow
up Jose to hu o -n native pra.ries.
Bhe went west in due time. Her costumes
were magnificent; they were black, but
comely. At the hotel at Omaha, Jose came
to see her. She sat on a s fa, ii her own
firivate room, to await his coming, attired
ike a qu-en woo has sustained a no.nest.c
affliction. At the appointed hour, Jose
sauntered in, large of limb, free of gad,
with poetical carelessness about ihe tront
hair and shirt-collar. Maisie rose to most
him, in her sweeping block dre-e. a rod rose
at her bosom, n. and her cheeks like a rose
with expectant pleasure. Joso gave her iis
ha and. title c a.pod it in her own, aud
thrilled through to the core. Never, the
post thought, had be seen her look prouder,
more lissome, more beautiful He p used,
and surveyed her approvingly from head to
f ot. “W ell, Maisie,” be said with un
feigned jny in bet beauty, “you are a
splendid closure, and no mis eke; sup
p.e ad glo ious and warm like a tiger.
How goo-1 of you to oome across all this
way to see me! I’ve written you a poem,
too' I’ve b.ought it he e to-day f r you."
“You’ve brought me betrert&an a poem,”
Maisie an-wereu, flushing still redder with
debght, in her imperial beauty. "You’ve
brought me the poet. You’ve brought me
yourself. W ..at more could you bring me?
And, Jose, now, whatever’* mine is yours.
I’m rich; so are ycu. You can free your
self at last from the mill-tone round your
neck. You can cast off be lucurnb ance.”
Jose looked down up. m her with a strange
smile, fi.tting lambent about his lips, tie
e joyed this giow playing her os he would
have enj yed pUying a noble salmon, dart
ing madly down stream with the huok in its
nostrils.
“Free myself from the miilstone?” be said
1 airily after a lo ,g, deep pause. “Aud
whv? Ad for what? Not suiely to go
back again, my Child, into the eoif-same
slavery?”
A sickening horror came over Maieie’s
i soul What couid he menu by thi..—ber
| Jose, her poet? Sho steadied herself bv a
' chair, fur sue was sail standing m front* of
him. Her heart s i.b in her breast,
j “0, Jose.” she cried, w ildly, “whatd t you
mean? What do you toy i And with me,
| tool Slavery!’’
Jose laid his two big hands on ber
sh -uiders, and pushing her down unresisted,
sealed her in a chair. Then he surveyed
he from at) ve w itn critical calmness. "1
like you when you're guue that way,” he
said, rolling the words on his tongue. “Thu
ti.ress looks grandest w hen - lie tights— r
despairs. You're t.i no leacronturo a ever
1 ss# id rav lifs. It's w .r.h wmle woun i
mg you. Your death-throes deserve any
soulpu.r’s attention. That altitude, now
ah, what grade, what revulsion, what hope
lessness!”
Mai- j gazed up at him, appalled. In
truth ad in dci she bed met her fate. file
Could be heartless herself, in per small,
feminine way hut such coioe-el, gigen.nj
! egntis.ic, Dial* beat liessnoes . tow |y
vrboliy beyond ber scope, .she had no
strvugtu left, wsuv it oi;y to s;ak, hhe
iot gasped out faintly, iu a tot <• of i
credulous despair:
“But. Jiaa, do you m>an to say, ye :>
not g nug to wsi ry tne "
Te ati eng man put me hand on bis hip,
poised his hi ad 00 on* s.J#, dies t-< i a
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1891 —TWELVE PAGES.
pace, still fronting her, and looked ber oTer
steadily.
“ Beautiful 1” he said, once more in a voice
as if entranced; "very beautiful indeed!
No painter ever drew, no poet dreamed
lovelier.”
She held out her arms to him imploringly,
enticingly. She could hardly believe her
ears. This was gbas ly, incredible.
“O, Jose,” she cried again in au agonized
burst, “wouid you kill me? Would you kill
me! But you’re onl_> in jest! You do it to
try me. You mean in the end, of course, to
marry met”
But Jose looked hard at her still with that
cold, admiriog smile of his. Truly, ho was
right in what he had said to her at Wash
ington; he was thecompleme.it of her kind,
the male of her species. And the male is
always more terrible still aud more deadly
than its mate, because stronger and fiercer.
He watched her throes, ail attention.
“Marry you?” he repeated slowly, in a de
liberate voice. "Ah! marry you? Marry
you? * * Well, Maisie, it’s bad for "a
wumau to aot on her own responsibility too
much, without advice sought beforehand
troiu her natural affinity, the born lord of
her being, lbo penalty of failure for her is
a very bitter one—to lose his companionship
for life, which might otherwise have been
hers, if she’d acted more wi ely. * *
You’ve managed this matter clumsily, my
child; you’ve managed it clumsily. Regard
for my own position, if nothing else, makes
me unwilling to go with you quite as lar ns
you wish. * * You see. 1 cashed that
check at Washington m person. Now, if
only you’d told me what you meant by it,
in full. I’d never have cashed it myself. I’d
have waited patieutly. But it’s a'lspent by
this time, of course—cigars, hotel bills,
champagne, the opera! I enjoyed that
week no end. And our little dream’s over.
If I married you, alter teat, and anything
strange came out, why, of course, you
must see for yourself, I’d be compromised—
seriously compromised. And being a man
who could marry any woman I wanted (if I
cared to give up my expan-ive freedom once
more) —well, not to mir.ee things too small,
or give fine names to plain actions, I don’t
care to compromise myself even for a shape
like yours, by marrying a woman who’s
poisoned uer mother 1”
Maisie heard the words as in a dream—
those awful words—those true, true words
—those words of the cruel, unscrupulous
man who had pushed her to his crime,
but who was nevertheless the instr.imeus
of heaven’s vengeance against her. He had
found out all. He had divined it by intui
tion, just because he was so like her. Her
cheek grew deadly white. Her jaw dropped
slowly. She answered never a word. She
just gazed, and gazed at him like au idiot.
The poet was really quite sorry to see how
hereye lost fire, and her face lost vividness.
Hue was a beautiful creature once; what a
pity this short interview should have
changed Uer as if by magic, at a single blow,
into an expressionless imbecile!
And now, in tne Nebraska State Lunatio
Asylum at Omaha, there are two victims of
Jose Mansfield’s treachery.
THE END.
Next Week:
The First Installment of ol New Story
BY
RICHARD DOWLING,-
ENTITLED
THE OTHER AND I;
A SHADOW STORY.
A Rii.ALISTiC CRITIC.
A Narration an Experience While
fishing Down in ueorgla.
Writes Maurice Thompson in the course
of a charming sketch in the latest issue of
America :
What I have on the nib of my pen, mak
ing the very ink itch to be made into words,
is the recollection of the Sand Mountain
critic. He was a genuine mountaineer,
albeit he bad, at uu oarlv period i.i his life,
been the editor of a small country paper,
and in all his features, hi; build, his bear
ing, he showed that he was a native of Band
Mountain, to the manner born.
Bix seet tall was Spivy Sims, and as bony
as a hickory saad in August; be had a tace
like Lincoln’s, sad, wise, humorous, inscrut
able, and he were the thin chin beard of
Brother Jonathan. He dwelt seven miles,
as the crow flies, from the iron pathway of
“Ellen Enn,” in a double log cabin through
which the wholesome mountain air blew at
wid w hetber the doors were open or not,
and his chief articles of diet n ere fried
bacon and cow po s; but Spivy Sims was a
critic, and, like Mr. Howells, a realist.
The way by which 1 came to know that
he was a critic and a realist was short and
straight He came up behlud me at a
moment when I had a four-pound bass
with a full hundred feet of line out; the
desperate fish was flying out of the water
about three cubits every five seconds in
spite of all that I could do, and was gradu
ally working its way toward the busy top
of a tree that had fallen into the stream.
Every angler will understand what a point
of life this was for a dry, matter-of-fact,
un omantic vo ce to hit my ear with:
“Pull, feller, pull; pull ’im right in'
Y"auk ’im right out! Let go er thet air
switch an’grab yer line! Ain’t ye got ary
scrlftin er c inmon sense inter yer little
frizzly head? Pull 'im to ye an' git 'im by
the gills!”
Of course, not dreaming that any human
being was within a league of me, that voice
made me turn my head, and what else could
happen but a flve-foot leap by the l ass -.nd
a breakaway? You always lose the finest
fish, i made rem rks then and there to
Spivy Sims—remarks not complimentary to
him —and be chuckled complacently.
He inquired about my home, the town
that I lived in, the size of my family, where
I got my flies and other tackle, the cost of
them, and finally he put forth the question:
“What is bass wo’tha pound in tbet town
wher’ yo live?”
“A b ut 15 cents, I believe,” I answered.
“How fur is it t yer town?”
“Some 700 miles.”
"Kin ye buy plenty o’ bass ia yer town?’
“O, yes.•plenty.”
“ An’ did ye come all the way down yer
ter fish far bass ?’’
“Yes; the fishing is so fine here.”
“What do bit cost ter come yer?”
I told him as marly as I ooufd.
“An' how many poun’s o’ bass do ye ’iow
ye’ll ketch?”
“I don’t know: I don’t care ior that.”
“Humph! don’t keer—don’t keer—don’t
keer ”
“On. no; I came for the sport of the thing
—for the fun there is in fishing.”
“Well, ef yer ain't the loftiest an' reekless
est deru fool 'at I ever see, my name hit
ain’t Boivy
Such a word ne romance was notin that
man's Vocabulary; be was a realistic critic'
and 1 left him in high disgust.
One to rder.
He entered the barber shop on Park Row a
day or two ago, says the New York H’orld, and
after looking round for n moment, he advanced
to the pr prictor and said:
”1 may be rsrler strange in my ways, but
that's my bu un-a.i. Have you a deaf and dumb
barber hero!'’
"i ha-, e. s:r.”
“Well, I want him to share tne. Those New
York barbers ti k me tired.”
lie wa direct and to a chair, and for Ihe next
fourteen minutes the barbrr lathered and
shaved aud scraped aud spougad. and not a
worjwaeut er 1. When the job wascoinple a I
the stranger got out of the cnalr w ith the re
mark:
"This is the sort of barber I have been look
In/ for aud 1 want to give him a qusrh r extra. *
Hr limit lasen his cnecit, paid aud been brushed,
an i was Just von g out. w en the dumb barber
bowed and scraped, and observed:
"T'-ianka! t h&se oal] again
And >ho other whirl -*1 and .**.)ked hi nup and
down aitd all over for two Pug tale'itee, and
tijeu went off gr.il!og:
Hs i.edjf ii,..y wouldn't make a tumnwy !•
order here Mi Ne -v dork ”
efc vrf a ii' * an as of Kentucky four'll with
ban Ih/u-i ii mi ban Jac.ui- and tba Alamo,
an t rose se a|—l - lib hi* Ilfs by dr** i> a
e Uo.e i -u vo* ihe Aeke aua la? selected a
•Wall of T< him to lie shut. j
WOMEN WHO GO TO CLUBS
ABB BECOMING INTERESTINGLY
NUMEROUS IN NEW YOKE.
Sorosls Is Conservative Bat Rad’cals
are Plenty—Why Woman Haven't
Club Houses—A Great Lecture Man
ager—ls Your Library Class fled?—
Rough on the Minister.
New York, Oct. 24. —Clufcableness has
always been considered a desirable virtuo in
a man. What is to be said of this char
acteristic in a woman?
Everybody is not agreed as to whether a
woman has a right to be clubable. And
even those who might be disposed to admit
that a woman bail every personal trait im
plied by the designation, are not always
ready to admit that she should exercise
these qualities by actually belonging to a
club. Certainly a good many men think a
woman’s clubableness need not be brought
into play beyond the circle of the home,
where the head of the house will make use
of it os he may see fit.
But it is characteristic of the modern
woman that while people are worrying
about definitions and casting about in his
tory. sacred and profane, in search of pre
cedents for this, that and the other proposi
tion concerning the gentler sex, the gentler
sex is going ahead to do about as it pleases.
The precision with whioh the modern
woman does not "stay put” where the con
servative places her is always charming.
Just now the start.ing fact presented by
New York life is just this: That the num
ber of women wh > belong to clubs is equal,
if not more than equal, to the sum or of
men—this, of course, not iuoluding trade
unions.
What does this mean? It means that
women, while not using the ballot, are con
cerning themselves with every phase of
civil aud social life—yes, I know a club of
women that i up to its ears in John Fisk’s
“Civil Government iu the United States."
These clubs that we' encounter at every
turn are no longer modifications of the
sewing circle of old. Embroi lery is “not
in it." These women are studying, debat
ing, petitioning, organizing. A good many
of them, alas! are what Andrew Lang has
aptly described as societies for badgering
the poor. But tbe majority of them might
be credited by anybody but a cynio who
denied the fundamental propriety of any
sort of organization effected by women,
with being useful in more than a prophetic
sense.
Sorosis is the most famous woman’s
society in New York. Socially it cuts a
wide swath. It is picturesquely divided
into sets—into literary, musical, dramatic,
oh irehly and aristocratic cliques—but the
sum of dissension is phenomenally small.
In fact, Sorcsls seldom has what you might
call a genuine row. For one thing, it is ex
tremely conservative. It has avoided about
75 per cent, of the possibility of row by
banishing the subject of woman suffrage.
The exclusion of this vital topicseoms anom
alous under the oircu nstanoes, and many
of the members think it unjustifiable, but
probably experience has die'aied this pro
vision. And then, t iero are so many c übs
of women in New York that discuss nothing
else.
If Sorosis is conservative there are a suf
ficiency of radical clubs. Some of these
radical clubs are so very radical that no
sane person that had their welfare at heart
would think of divulging their topics and
conclusions. But their radicalism will be
tbe coueerv&tism of tae next decade. The
world move*.
The woi king girls’ societies of New York
have developed an influential official oigan,
Far and Near. No interest of city life
from civil service reform and higher edu
cation down to street cleauing escapes the
interested attention of the organized
women. One of t e results of this multi
plication of clubs is that every topic of
director indirect interest to women is soon
discussed throughout a wide representation
of tbe most thoughtful and energetio
women in the community.
Women’s clubs develop more rapidly than
women’s club-houses. The club-houses do
not seem to be altogether feasible. The
Women’s Tress Club bus quarters aud other
Bocie ies have rooms and even houses of their
own. But, there are difficulties in the path
of out-and out club-houses.
I asked an ell-known woman why women
do not.have club houses, man fashion.
“ Well, I can tell you,” she said, without
hesitation. “When a man goes to his club
he is in an atmosphere that confers upon
him the highest deg. e of personal liberty
consistent with huina companionship. He
can do things at his club that he dries not do
m mixei oompany, things hat we cannot
feasibly do at home. But no club-room can
confer similar privileges on a woman. What
co .Id we do at a club that we could not do
elsewhere?
What could we do at’a club other than
wl at we habitually do, without losing our
reputation f r propriety? We ooul t not
drink wine there. We could "ot smoke.
We don’t plav billiards, don’t take particu
lar satisfaction in playing cards by our
selves and have no hankering for putting
our feet on the mantle: deee. You can see
at once that tha raison d'etre fora woman’s
club house is very slender.”
m YOUR LIBRARY CLASSIFIED!
I have before me a circular w hich says
that “the undersigned. who has had many
years experience in arranging libraries, begs
leave to inform you that he s prepared to ar
range. classify and catalogue private libra
ries at reasonable charges. Handsome
blank books, indexed throughout, with
printed healings for title, author, publisher
and number, expressly manufactu ed f r
library catalogues, patent pa • ph'et boxes,
book supporters, Itbrarv numbers and let
ters, supplied if desired.”
Then the undersigned refers by permission
to two well-known New York literateurs.
His card says: “Private libraries arranged,
classified and catalogued, old and rare books
purchased.”
Here is an interesting business. What
bibliophile cot independent of shekels would
refuse an opportunity to enter so pleasant a
trade?
ROUGH OX THE MINISTER.
A preacher got me in a corner at a social
gathering last night and told mo this inci
dent . The preacher was out driving with
one of bis deacons one day, wl en the horse
shed a shoo and they were compelled to
haul in at a blacx-mith’s for repairs. Con
templation < f ihe blacksmith’s w ork brought
up the subject of horse’s feet and subse
quently human feet, and tne deacon finally
got down to the tender topic of his own pet
corn.
“Do you know,” said the deacon to the
par?o i. “that when I was at church last
Sunday morning that d-confounded corn
bothered me terribly. During your whole
sermon i was suffering acutely.”
The parson expressed bis sympathy.
“Yes,” continued the dea on, “it is a
vicious corn, aud I feel mighty grateful
when it lets up. 'Veil have uo idea what 1
go through in church. Now, when I am
down at the . ffice it doesu t bother me so
much, bscftu e there I have something to
occupy my mind.”
THE GREAT LECTURE MANAGER.
Pond is the great American bustler.
Last season be did one of ibo biggest things
of bis life when lie took (Stanley aer S1 tun
eoutincut. Uo made a mint of money, of
course, hut be is just as active at the be
ginning of tins season as if he had bis fort
une still to make.
A visit to Maj. Pond’s office in the Everett
bouse is often to beoou ted as one of the
sights. The walls of tba main room are
crowded with litliogr iphs, photographs.bas
reliefs ands atuellee of tiiKH and Women
whom the major has ph ted acr a* the
stormy sea ot jHibilo adventure I t to* !
li-euni, iiMK'tei, who bed an implicit ron-
Udriior In IN nd. that was justified by many j
a brilliant Stroks of OMJMgecuuat, stands '
bur* in an admirably truthful pt* ot ,
modeling. I ha* lorgituu whose work
the statuv'ts is. Tbea bsre a'* [•'irtrait* of !
M irk Twain, who is still paying the major
SIOO a year for saying “no”; Bill Nye, who
is resting just now ; James Whit
comb Riley, George W. Cable, Max
O’Rell, George Kennan, Paul du Chaillu,
Thomas Nelson Page, Frederic Villiers,
Lieut. Glave, Thomas Stevens, Col. Kuox,
Dr. Talmage, and a score ot others, with a
sprinkling ot musical people, including OUie
Torbett, Cappa, Walter Dauirosch and
Emma Thursbv.
But, of course, the chief objects of interest
in t is museum are the lecture lions-a and
lionesses—themselves, as they may some
times be found there: not many of them at
a time, though I have caught Bill Nye, Max
O’Rell, George Kennan aud Lieut. (Have at
one swoop; but often in very in
steresting conjunction. Maj. Pond
himself can talk to two lect
urers and three interviewers, dictate
to his stenographer and read a telegram all
at the same time without getting ruffled.
In every detail of management tha major
is an artist. He knows how to manage tbe
lions, and how to manage those committees
into whose keeping the lions may be tem
porarily committed.
Tbe major bas done a great deal to up
hold the s at us of the lecture platfoptn.
“The lyceum platform,” no says, "stands
for ability, genius, reform, entertainment.
On it the greatest readers, ora ors aud
thinkers have stood. On it reform has
found ber nobles: advocates, literature
her finest expressions, progress her
bravest pleaders, and humor its hap
piest translations. The most gifted,
the best educated and warmest hearted
men of the English-speaking i ace have, in
the last forty years, given their best efforts
to the lyceum, aud by their noble utterances
not only made its platform historic, but
symbolic of talent, education, genius and
reform.”
This season Maj. Pond started George
Kennan on a great tour in charge of his
skillful representative, Mr. Glass. Kennan
goes across the contineut, reaching Calif ir
uia about Christmas time. Then ho pur
poses sailing for New York via the Panama
canal, thinking that such an enforced rest
from platf run work may build him up for
his labors in the spring. Mrs. Kennan, who
is a charming woman, accompanies her
husband on all his lecture trips.
Sir Edwin Arnold is to lecture hero under
Maj. Pond’s management and other new
stars will twinkle in the lyceum firmament.
SEVEN DOLLARS FOR A BEARD.
The perenniat fight between the railroad
people and the indefatigable “scalper” goes
on apace.
The “scalper” once had things pretty
much his own way. The purchaser of a
tijket from New York to Indianapolis who
only wanted to go as far os Chicago, sold
the surplusage of his ticket to a Chi asro
"scalper,” who tur ed it over to someone
going from Chicago to Indianapolis, and
made money. Cheap easternward tickets
for Boston left a good margin of profit on a
barter in New York.
By and by the railway people got disgust
ed with this practice, and set their wits to
work to devise wa\s and means of circum
venting the “scalper.” It did no good to
forbid the transler of a ticket. It did little
more good to have a name written on it.
People of slender pocketbook and economi
cal tendency were as willing tobeconsid
eed John Wilkinson as James Harris. So
that the compa ies were compelled to de
vise some more concrete form of circum
vention.
The other day a California man discov
ered the present status of the railway and
scalper row.
This California man has been spending
some time in New York, and when be made
up his mind to steer westward again he
went to a scalper and received directions for
the purchase of a ticket for San Francisco
and return, tbe plan being, of course, to
sell the return part of tne ticket at the
California capital. The purchaser’s name
went on the ticket in due form, and then
the scalper described to tho Calfornia man
that wnen tbe conductor punched the ticket
he would follow a plan by which the punch
hole on a series of lines aud spaces indicates
not only whether the t aveler is a man or
woman, but whether, if he is a man, be has
a beard, a mustache or is clean shaven.
The purchaser iu this instance had a full
beard, and the scalper explained that this
was commercially unfortunate since it re
duced the possibility of ready sale in San
Francisco. Only a man with a full beard
could buy and use the ticket for the east
ward trip.
“If you had no beard,” said the scalper,
“I could sell you this ticket a little cheaper ”
“Do you want rue to shave!” demanded
the California man.
“Well ” pursued the scalper, “it would be
worth just $7 to you to get rid of that
beard.” Matt Lamar.
DUCKED FAHMER FJOS.
Horsemen T ake Revenge for Seeding
Their H rsea to t’ae Pound.
From the Few York Recorder-
Joseph Wells, Charles Polhemus, and
Charles Figg are in the Hackensack jail
upon a commitment by Judge Cummings
to await the action of the grand jury. They
are charged by Farmer August Foosof Fair
park, Bergen county, witn havi g given
him adu king in a pond adjoining his farm.
It is supposed that the three meu belong to
a band of i inera it horse dealers and have
taken a temporary residence at Paterson,
N. J. One of ti.eir hors-a got into a corn
fl Id of Farmer Feus’, and having done con
side able damage, nos caught by the latter
and delivered to the poundmaster, who held
the anirual for charges. The three men
resented Foos’ actio.i, nnd. after chasi g
him all ovor the farm, succeeded in getting
hold of him aud threw him repeatedly int <
the deep pond, from which ha saved himself
only with much difficulty.
Upon Foos’complaint tho men were nr
reseed by Sheriff Haring and taken to
Hackensack. They pleaded piteously witn
the sheriff not to lock them up, claiming to
be Odd Fellows and giving the sheriff all
the signs and passwords to testify to their
claim. The sheriff, who is a brother mid
member of Minietta lodge at Wes wood,
acknowledged a id responded to the signs,
but his oath of office prevented him from
exteuding his bn theriy love to the b ethren
in his charge. When the three man saw
that their scheme did cot work they tried
the charm of money on the sheriff, aud
offered him ssl—all they had—as the pr ce
of their liberty. Sneriff Haring, however,
remained immovable ad locked ihe fellows
up and arraig ed them this morning before
Justice Cummings.
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