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AS OCTAVE OF SHORT STORIES
By Famous Novelists.
No. 5.
A BITTER CUP.
A LOVE STORY.
By MABEL COLLINS,
Author of "THE PRETTIEST WOMAN IN WARSAW,” Etc., Etc.
Now First Published.]
CHAPTER L
Frank Hetbericgton was considered by
his friends to be on© of the lucky ones of the
earth. He was that rara acts, a successful
gentleman farmer, he lived in a comfortable
and picturesque brick house standing in a
lovely valley in a fertile midland county;
he bad health, high spirits, plenty of money,
and two of the most charming and beauti
ful girls imaginable for his daughters.
Kate and Adela Hetherington were both
very fond of their father, but as in a trio
tnere must always be two and a third, so it
was in this case. Kata was her father’s
special friend, the delight of his life, bis
right hand in all things.
Adela was a very different type from her
delicate, highly bred elder sister. She, too,
bore all the marks of high-breeding, but In
another way. Her beauty was of a more
splendid, sensual order, her nature less da
voted and less devout. She was eager and
self-willed and intensely fond of pleasure.
It was la her to forget her most sacred duty
if pleasure called to her. She had the superb
upper Up of the triumphal beauty whose
heart has nothing to say, but who craves
enjoyment. Adela was a great dancer and
a daring horse woman; everyone was fond of
her, for despite the proud mouth which told
much of her character to any observer of
human nature, she had the most charming
manner—the true Hetherington manner,
whioh endeared the family to all who knew
them.
These girls being well dowried besides be
ing so charming, there had naturally been
plenty of would-be lovers. But both re
mained heart-whole and fancy free, though
Adela bad indulged in many a pronounced
flirtation, until two young men came to
stay for the hunting, oue eventful winter,
at the court. This was the big house of the
county, and the Trevellinns, who lived there
during the hunting season and for a few
weeks in the early autumn, considered
themselves Infinitely superior to any other
human creatures reared on the same soil.
There was father and mother, one son and
one daughter. The sou was never at home;
the daughter, Fanny, was a magnificent
beauty who easily eclipsed Adela Hether
ington when dressed for a ball or riding her
favorite hunter. But she bore on her beauty
the fatal mark of some unsuooessfnl London
seasons. She should have married sooner,
and none could tell why she had not done
so.
There was a great house party at Trevel
lian court for that particular hunting season
when the two Hetherington girls mot their
respective fates. All in a moment, as it
were, Frank Hetherington saw the two
swept away on tides of real emotion—saw
that the fateful hour bad come which might
leave him quite alone. It was at a ball the
night before the first meet of the season
when this double love affair commenced in
each serious earnest. Asa matter of fact it
was love at first sight in both cases: aud it
seemed to Frank Hetherington a cruel fate
which should give bis daughters the fatal
dart at the same hour.
However, so it was. Much stranger things
happen than fiction con ever describe, and
the strangeness of this evenings events was
an instance of it. Frank—a flue, handsome
fellow, in the prime of life, who might
have married well a dozen times since his
wife’s death, stood at the supper table talk
ing to his hostess, and watohing the vivid
flush that came and went in Adela's face—
the long, drooped lashes that lay on Kate’s
pale cheeks. He knew the world well, and
knew the fatal hour had oome.
Sir Reginald Monckton was quite young
aud extraordinarily handsome; be bad the
dark coloring, and the passionate eves
which might hare fitted a troubadour-poet.
He was immensely popular with women,
and it was said that many a true heart had
brokeu for his sake. And tbit was not his
fault either. He was no lady-killer. There
was some mystery in the Monckton family
which, when known, made fathers take
their daughters out of reach of this fas
cinator, and close their doors on him. So,
at least, Mrs. Trevellian whispered In Frank
Hetberington’s ear, as they noted Sir Reg
inald’s evident devotion to Kate.
Reginald Monokton had with him his al
most inseparable friend, a man who bad
been his shadow, his constant companion
since they had been college friends. The
two went into the smoking-room together in
the small hours of the morning, and de
cided not to go to bed at all, as they had to
be in pink aud at breakfast at 8 o’clock.
They were both young, magnificent in
physique, impervious to fatigue. The other
men gradually went away yawning, and
then Reginald opened one of the windows
and let in a rush of keen air.
‘ ‘You were hard hit to-night, Maurice,”
he said, “ but I wish to heaven you would
not flirt so. Don’t get me Into a scrape
down here.”
“Well, you needn’t talk,” said Maurice
Harcourt, with a sneer. “You are as in
eligible as I am, when it comes to the
point.”
Sir Reginald flushed painfully, a flush
that died away quickly aud left his face per
fectly white. He made no answer, and
lighting a fresh cigar sat down by the win
dow with an air a* if he did not expect to
■peak again.
Presently Maurice Harcourt broke the
silence.
“It’s no good getting mad with me, Rex,"
be said, in a conciliatory manner. “You
provoked me to say it."
“There’s a difference, you know,” said
Bir Reginald. "A woman who really loved
me and cho6e to throw In her lot with mine
would know just what she was doing, and
would do it because she wished to.”
"Your romantic v.ewa of life are beyond
my mean intelligence,” said Harcourt, in
differently. “I don’t know what you
mean by love. I know when I admire a
woman.”
“And you like her to recriDocate the ad
miration,” said Sir Reginald, with a laugh
that showed his good humor had returriod.
Indeed, he was one of the sweetest men in
the world, and it was very hard to really
annoy him. Harcourt’* sneer had touched
the one we .k place in his armor, but even so,
it was soon forgiven.
“That’s tbe worst of you,” he went on,
"you hove no conscience about a woman;
you can’t live unless you are fulfilling your
vocation of lady-killer. But what struck
tne to-night was that you seemed very much
in love yourself.”
"I wonder you had time to notice it,” was
the retort. “However, I’ll own to the fact
that I think Adeia Hetherington a splendid
girl, and I’m uncommonly glad to have met
her down hire. She hunts, too —I like a
riding woman. She told me sbe would ap
pear at breakfast. I wonder how she will
look ? It’s a tremendous test for a woman’s
beauty to dance all night, and show up at
8 in the morning!”
Sir Reginald threw Lis nearly finished
Cl '-A r out of the open window, rose with a
s-ightly embarrassed but very serious air.
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went np to Harcourt, and put his hand on
his shoulder.
“Maurice, old chap, don’t go too far. It’s
an artful shame to make lovo in earnest to
a girl of that sort and then simply throw
her over.”
“I shan’t do that!” said Maurice Har
court, slowly and confidently. As he spoke
he too rose, and stretched himself and
yawned.
“Promise me you won’t do any mischief,"
said Sir Reginald, very earnestly.
‘ ‘O, hang it all, dear boy, yon flatter me,”
said Hereout with a rather morose laugh.
“I’m not so fatal as all that. Why not at
tend to your own little matters of conscience
first?"
W ith which delicate reminder of bis re
cent sneer that had been sc severe a stab he
yawned agaiu with an air of great indiffer-.
ence and went away to bis room.
Sir Reginald sat down alone and fell ln*o
a deep fit of thought, or brooding, which
brought a heavy cloud of despondency over
his dark, handsome face. There was. in
deed, a cloud of melancholy always about
him, which seldom lifted.
This was considered very fascinating by
the many who admired him. He was a
most popular man, a favorite with both
sexes and all ages, and many a wound had
been left by his dark, sad eyes on Impres
sionable hearts. But he had never singled
out a woman yet from the crowd of society
beauties with whom he gossiped, and
danced, and rode, to pay special attention
to. Those who had cared for him
had cared for him unasked. He
had inspired strangely romautio attach
ments, but for his own part had apparently
remained heart whole. He was a man
whom any woman conld reckon as a friend,
for the Monoktons were a chivalrous race,
but ha had never acknowledged himself to
be any woman’s lover yet. And he hod
proposed to himself hitheno that he never
would. But human nature is fallible, and
be recognized that on this evening anew
experienoe had come to him, and his
strength would be trie i to the utmost in
combating it. The sweet smile on Kate
Hetherington's delicate face, once seeu,
Boomed to him a joy one could not live
without. It was a wonderful smile, with a
lingering softness about it, that made him
think of the scent of the tea roses she had
worn on her dress. Indeed, all the pent-up
romance of his nature came out with an
unexpected passionateness in his thoughts
of her.
Fancy Trevellian and Adela Hetheriog
ton were the only two ladles at the hunt
breakfast, and brilliantly beautiful they
both looked. To a shrewd observer a whole
tragedy, orcomedy, whioh ever one chose to
call it, was to be read in the glances that
crossed the table between three persons as
they came to it In the grey morning sun
light. It was a very pretty table, dressed
with horse shoes made of scarlet geraniums,
and Fanny Trevellian, sitting behind the
silver urn in her perfectly fitting habit,
looked an ideal hostess. There was a rose
pink on her cheeks—natural or no, none
could tell—and her beautiful mouth, shaped
like a cupid’s bow, was scarlet as the flow
ers on the table. Maurice Harcourt took
the chair close to her, and looked with close,
keen scrutiny into her face as he said
“Good morning.” Her answering look
veiled instantly—told volumes. The man
was after her own heart and she was deter
mined to win him if she could. A second
later Adela entered the room with the glori
ous flush of perfect health and absolute
youthen her beautiful face; she, too, was
habited to admiration, yet with a differ
ence. Her waist was not so tiny as Miss
Trevellian’*, but how lissome her shape was
—how easy and exquisite were her move
ments! Harcourt’* eyes fastened on her
face keenly, as they bad done on Fanny
Travellian’k; and then softened and wan.
dered over her appreclativelv.linzering.and
returning to the bright, proud face,
Fanny Trevellian saw it, aud bit her
crimson under .lip. Tbe table was soon a
buxz of gay chatter, as the professional
riders-tohounds quickly gathered round it;
aud no one notioed those tell-tale glances
save those concerned in the tragedy. And
theso all understood the situation thor
oughly. The two women perfectly recog
nized that they were rivals, and rivals in
earnest.
As for Harcout, he felt himself to be just
in bis element, and life was very pleasant to
him on that winter’s morning. Ha was con
scious of power—perhaps the most satisfac
tory feeling possible to either man or
woman. He had his choice—which should
it be? There was no kind of doubt about
which in his own mind, for he delighted in
freshness and Youth, in the sense of novelty
and undiscovered oosntry. He knew Fanny
Trevellian very well, aud understood every
expression on her proud face and in her
large, pale gray eyes, with their dark pu
pils, that dilated so curiously when she was
excited. Ho saw them dilate now, and it
pleased him. He knew she wanted him
herself, that her mind was Bet on marrying
him, and that she hated Adela for coming,
as she thought, between them. It was all
very simple I—and it added a keen zest to
his appetite for breakfast.
Sir Reginald did not appear; and that
afternoon found him calling at the Hether
ington’s house. It was rather quick work
this; but he was of a very honest nature,
and after thinking through the small hours
of the morniDg he determined to cast his
die at once: to stake all, or to lose all. There
were no half measures possible to him. He
loved, for the first time and tbe last. An
overpowering passion or infatuation—call it
what you will—held him. and drew him.
Was it possible that he might find a sweet
companion who, knowing all, would risk
all? Well, at all events, he determined he
would be no imposter. He troubled little
to talk about himself or his secrets where
his heart was not engaged—but now It was
different.
Hetherington House was not far off,
standing among some woods across a
breezy common. In tho early afternoon
Sir Reginald escaped unnoticed trom the
court, aud walked to the gates of the
picturesque red house. A short avenue led
to it, and on each side stretched a wall
tended garden, which even now showed the
gardener’s care and repaid it by blooms;
for Kate and her father were both garden
ers of tho old-fashion sort, who will have
flowers blooming in the bods iu every month
in the year. Thoy had never yielded to the
modern “bedding out” craze which leaves
the beds barren all tbe winter. Monckton
Hull seemed a barrack, us its master
thought of it. splendid though its pars and
its archtectures were, by contrast with this
glorified farm house. No love had been spent
on it in his day; he had been educated on
the continent, like his father before him,
and had passed very little time at home. In
deed, the word home hardly existed for him,
while here all looked so homelike.
Loitering about the grass near the house
with an old soft hat on bis head, a pipe in
his mouth, and a favorite setter at his
heels, was Frank Hetherington. At sight of
his visitor, he came for ward with hearty
cordiality-a little surpised, but much too
we.l bred to show it in the faimest degree.
It was a pleasant day, and Reginald,
given ids choice, elected to wander about
the garden and smoko a cigar rather than
go immediately into the house.
“We’ll go in presmtly,” said Hothering
ton, "aud Kate will give us some tea. Just
look at these Russian violets she has per
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suaded to flower all round tbe bouse. Do
you like flowers’ Come to the orchid
bouse and see some of Kate’s work. She's
,my head gardener, that dear girt.”
Wbat was to tie expected when two men
met who adored the same woman—one her
father, one her lover? Before they had
gone half wav to the orchid house Sir Reg
inald had opened his heart
“I don’t want to see her again, Mr.
Hetherington,’’ said the poor fellow, “till
I’ve told you all about it. And she knows I
love her. £ can't help it or alter it. I have
never cared about any woman before, aud
so I nave never spoken about myself to any
one.”
“This is very sudden,” said Frank Heth
eringtoD, taking his pine out of his mouth
and looking at it. He looked at it so much
during tbe t ext quarter of au hour that at
last it went out altogether.
“I know it is sudden,” said Sir Reginald,
“but lam very muen in earnest. lam go
ing to tell you the whole truth. If I am
sent away I will go this very day and never
see your daughter again. I have a strange
fteliag, which may be very presumptuous,
tnat Icould win her regard if I mignt try
to: and therefore I will not go without a
complete’understandiug. You and she shall
know all.”
For half an hour they walked up and
down upon the grass and talked in low
▼oicea At the end of it they went into the
orohid house. Kate was there. She no
ticed instantly that her father’s pipe was
out, and his face ashen pale.
He mado an excuse and left them.
"There is something the matter," said
Kate, looking after him. “Mv father is ill.
Will you think me rude, Sir Reginald, if I
follow him?”
‘'Don’t go,” be answered. “I am to tell
you what makes him look like that.”
Kate looked up in surprise, and something
in his face made her tremble.
There was a bench placed in one corner,
from whioh the prettiest view of tbe orchid
house was commanded. Kate sat down
here, and Sir Reginald came ana sat beside
her and spoke. He talked for a long while in
a low,sot t voice,that sometimes became very
impassioned and sometimes grew almost
inaudible with emotion. At last he ceased,
and a strange silence fell on them. Sir
Reginald did not look toward her, did not
lean toward her.
“Will yau not speak V' he said, after a few
moments of tbe silence, whioh became un
bearable to him.
“You must give me time,” she said, very
low. “Give ma a little while. I dare not —
I cannot —say more yet.”
He took her band and kissed it, and was
comforted by its warm pressure. Then he
rote and left her with her thoughts.
The next week was like a wild, strange
dream to Kate Hetherington. She met Sir
Reginald daily, and usually twioe iu the
day. He thought of no one else, looked at
ne one else, and suffered the ag nies of sus
pense with the subdued quiet of perfect
good breeding. He was with her contin
ually. yel he never allowed her to feel op
pressed by his presence or to be more than
just aware of the consuming anxiety which
oppressed him.
Frank Hetherington thought of nothing
all through this week, a very sad one for
him, but his dear elder girl.
Adela wa* always at tha court, and
seemed very happy, flirting in her usual
reckless, disdaiuful manner, with all the
men. She followed tfie hounds every run
with distinction, and was ooustautly with
Maurice Harcourt. Yet no one thought
much of this, for other meh were also con
stantly about her.
Frank Hetherington and Kate were far
too much absorbed to think of Adela, being
satisfied by her gaiety that she was haupy
enough. Bir Reginald’s mind and heart
were both to fall to admit of bia realizing
anything outside of his own horizon. 'Die
only person who saw that a crisis was about
to come was Fanny Trevellian. But eveu
she had no idea that when it came it would
be like a thunder bolt falling in the midatof
a crowd of unprepared holiday makers. If
she had she would not have suffered quite
so bitterly from mortified pride and hitter
envy.
The thunderbolt fell. One day Adela
Hetherington did not come back after at
tending a meet.
Maurice Harcourt did not appear at din
ner that evening at the court; nor was there
any sign of him later on.
By tbu next day It was known all over
tbe oountry, and through the hunting com
munity, that these two had eloped straight
from the hunting field. They had left the
hunt w hen its fever was at the hight and
ridden away to the nearest big station. The
horses were found In a stable there; the
mewsmaster said they had been left with
him by a gentleman who paid a week’s
keep for them and said they would be called
for.
When Adela’s pat hunter. Brown Bess,
was led hon> to her own stable there was
an awful silence and quiet about Hether
ington House. Adela's father sat m bis den,
before his writing table, where lay a sheet
of paper op which be was continually about
to commence a letter to his unhappy child.
She confident, glad, reckless in her' happi
ness, had told him where to address to her In
Paris. She had gone off in her riding
habiL without a areas to put oa, without a
farthing of money, confident in the man
she loved.
The wretobed father tried to write, but
oould no*.
At last he framed a telegram and sent it,
and sat stneefied, waiting for the answer.
His message ran thus:
“The man you are with is already mar
ried. Come home.”
This was the anewer:
“The man who told you this lie has mad
ness in his blood. I hare not allowed Adela
to see your message, and a father who will
allow a madman to be his daughter’s ac
cepted lover Is unfit for responsibility.”
The return message ran thus:
"I know Sir Reginald’s ourse, and your
infamy also. May a miserable death reward
your treachery.”
[TO BE CONCLUDBP.]
TO KISS OR NOT TO KISS?
Physicians Say the Pastime Is Very
Dangerous.
Next to jumping off express trains, going
up in balloons and monkeying with buzz
saws, kissing seems to be the most risky and
dangerous pastime to which tbe human
family is given, if statements of well-known
physicians ore to-be believed.
A cabls dispatch from Berlin states that
a physician of that olty declares that twen
ty-two different speoies of bacteria find a
lodgment in the human mouth, and that he
wants kissing abandoned. Those who still
persist in the dangerous practice, he sug
gests, should be muzzled with respirators
until they see the error of their ways and
are willing to reform. Ho suggests no sub
stitute.
Dr. William H. Crim, when his attention
was called to the cablegram, said that kiss
irig was a prolific cause of the spread of in
fectious aud contagious dispute .particu-
Urly such as diphthoria, inenifl??’. whooping
cough, scarlet and typhoid fevers and con
sumption. He produoed several ponderous
volumes in which the subject was treated,
a-id in which some cold-blooded statistician
had figured it out that three and two tenths
per c ntum of certain diseases were trans
muted by the apparently harmless kiss. Dr.
Crim said he didn’t expect that anv amount
of argument would check the habit which
has boeu going on since the foundation of
the world, b it ho suggested that it would be
well for those who are much given to the
oxercise to obtain certificates of health,
which they could show to oach other at tho
beginning of each performance. Any oue
who could not produce such a certificate
should be ruled out of the game.
Dr. Fannie E. Hoopes, who has just re
turned from abroad, agreed with the Ber
lin physician. Sbe said that tbe habit was
a very dangerous one indeed, oausing the
spread of infectious diseases through en
tire families, and often through whole
neighborhoods. Sliealso thought tho habit
was foolish and senseless, and said she was
opposed to it on principle. She died
several caies where diphtheria and typhoid
fever had boon spread by kissing, and said
that many mothers have instructed their
nurses not to allow tboir children to bo
kissed wheu the nurses have them out in
the streets.
1I KINLEV ANDCORSETS.
WHY “BAB” CBJE T 8 TO THE TAR
IFF BILL.
Why Should American Men Wish to
Make Corsets Dearer?—Don't They
Want Women to Look Trim and
Nsat, With a Figure All Divine?
“Bab" Delivers a Little Lecture on
Her Sexto a Group of Women Over
a Board of Tea Cups—What Women
Cannot Do, and What They Bad Best
Do—A Woman Who Has Some Good
Ideas of the Duties of Her Sex.
l CopyrigKL 1
New York, Nov. 14. —It would interest
me very much to know what tbe Republi
can party have to do with corsets! Why
should tbe McKinley bill raise the
price on corsets and pearl buttons? Doe*
it wish the women of the country to be
come shapeless creatures, and to fasten their
belongings with safety-pins?
WHY SHOULD CORSETS BE DUTIABLE?
Yon can’t put entire confidence in a
safety-pin. It’s tbe sort of thing that has
a will of its own, and it’s safe or unsafe, as
it desires. But to return to the corsets.
What has lovely woman done to the re
publicans that tbe price should be raised on
tbe pink satin affairs, that are a veritable
stay to her? What has lovely woman, who
can make or unmake politics at her will,
done that the beautiful brocaded French
stays should be raised in price, and be be
yond the reach of respectability except
when represc-nte 1 by millionaires ? Then, too,
buttons. Every republican official should
be forced to have colored China one* on the
sbirt whioh is bis protection by day or by
night, for why should he decide the price qf
pearl buttons? It would be a good idea to
make him eat a few of them just to see bow
they agreed with him at au advanced
price,
O, WO, WE dow’t wawt that!
The American man want* the American
woman to look the best in the world; but if
he continue* to raise the price on corsets,
she will be as shapeless as a meal bag, and
the women of every other country can jeer
at her. Another thing. Just as men have
seen tbe demoralizing effects of the very
loose tea-gown, so when, because of its high
price, we can't have auy more corsets; the
women of the nation will become a dis
grace to it, all owing to the freshness of a
few politicians (I usually avoid slang, but
that word “fresh” comes in very well when
men take to fiddling with women’s belong
ings), and women will all go straight to the
demniticn bow-wows, and sit around look
ing like geese being fatted for the prodi
gals.
THE WOMAN WITHOUT A CORSET.
The moral of it is this: A woman who
hasn’t her stays on, no matter how loose
they may be, is given very muoh to throw
ing herself in free and easy positions, that
are very apt to suggest free and oasy con
versation. I know lam bringing down on
my head the wrath of the people who be
lieve that the devil and the corset are in
combination. But, really, my friend, when
do women tell each other a great many
things they had much better keep to them
selves? At night, when the corset is thrown
aside, tbe easy wrapper assumed, aud oou
versation is very confidential. If a woman
were braced up with a woll-flttkig pair of
stays, she would have too much pride to tell
her intimate friend of her husband’s weak
ness ; but, take off tho stays, lot her sit in
an easy attitude, her emotions are varied,
she get* a tittle down, and she says what
she oughtn’t to say, and gives confidence
that ought to be kept for her husband’s ears
alone. Bo you see a great deal more than
the Republican party dreams of depends on
the cheapness of the well-fitting corsets.
WILL DRIVE BAB TO SMUGGLERY.
By the by, did you ever meet one of these
lady-like gentlemen who wore long hair,
gave one a large view of that piece of the
apple that stuck in Adam’s throat, aud
whioh he has inherited, and who seems to
■pend his life in directing how beauteous
woman should bo dressed? He is accom
panied always by tbe gentlemanly lady,
who outs her hair short, wears a high, stiff,
white collar, that, if she ever had any
feminine white curves in her throat hides
them, and who is perfectly willing to in
dorse Bis views and give you a few liberal
ones of her own. Nino times out of ten she
has writton a book on some nasty topic, and
she is never so perfectly happy as when sfle
can talk about the purity of the mind and
the body inveighiDg against the vice of the
corset, and not knowing that its influence is
one of the greatest factors toward dece cy
and goo 1 behavior. It's just possible that
some editor may think this is a tout for a
oorset house, which it isn’t, for i get mine
from the other side, and consequently fel
bitter toward anybody who withes to raise
the duty ou them, and I now announce that
I will uover pay it; I will smuggle, first.
Well, there is some pleasure In that.
WOMEN OVER THB TEA CUPS.
When two or three women meet together
over a oup of tea, good tea. then the sort of
club that I like has met. You can speak
your mind without offending the president,
say what you think without making the
treasurer feel that it’s personal, and wear
what you please without undergoing the
silent criticism of about thirty pairs of
eyes. This sort of an affair was going on
the other day; the tea wag good, ana the
spoonful of sherry added to it did not de
traot from its flavor, and the question to the
fore was:
“What has knowledge done for women?”
The speechroaker of the party told how it
had made her a great painter, a great
writer, a great scieutisl; how she had be
come a rlootor, a lawyer, a deutist; here,
one small voioe added, it was not necessary
to teach her to be a thief: and how the
great libraries were better filled, the great
newspapers made more valuable, and the
world at large altogether better because
women could write a prescription, could
give au opinion as to the law of things, pull
a tooth, and could stand in the pulpit and
preach and unite people in marriage.
WHAT IF SHK WERE UNWOMANLY?
A young woman, who had lately wed
Charley, said that if a woman had married
her, she should not feel as if she were prop
erly bound to him, either in the sight of the
law or in heaven. She also brilliantly re
marked :
“What would Charley think, if, when he
came home at 5 o’olock from working down
town all day, be didn’t find me in a pretty
gown, ready to make him os comfortable as
possible, and to kiss him and love him?
What would he think if I were writing
books instead of that? What would he
thiuk if I were running around pulling out
teeth? What would tie think, if 1 were sit
ting up on a tower looking for stars to
come out aud make a scientist of myself?”
The other two women agreed that Char
ley would thiuk she was a pretty poor sort
of a wife, and ibat ho would have a right to
do it; that her place was with Charley, for
Charley, and that ho was the first person to
be o -nsidorod. The other two gave violent
applause to It, and I indulged iu a yell of
delight, and took a mouthful of tea that was
too hot for rue. Then I had my say. I may
mentiou quite casualiy that I do not speak
to the point; I have au inclination to grow
personal, which no really goodspeechmaker
ought to have; it is piquant, but it is apt to
cause slight iiiisuudersiaudmgs. These are
heuled iu various wavs by the razor, by the
pistol, or by a cold, dignified manner; I gen
erally go on the other side of the street,
though, so that none of these time-honored
customs are necessary.
BAU’S LITTLB SPEECH ON WOMAN.
However, this time I took the speech of
the lady who was logical, and I tried to an
swer it in a regular rashion.
Said I: “Knowledge of a certain kind
baa done nothing for women; the women
doctors do not compare, so far es getting
people well-goes, with a good old nurse, or,
what is better still, a mother. My experi
ence has taught me that no woman doctor
can cure a pain under tho apron better than
au old colored uuunmy, who will give you a
proper doss of paregoric and put hot salt
bags on tbe place wber* tbe pain is, and ait
and smooth your hands until you go to
sleep. I wouldn’t let a woman doctor expe
riment on my fox-terrier; 1 know what suits
him, and I can give It to him myself.
Women have always known yoa could rub
away a pain: they have always known tne
advantage* of heat forsimple ailments, and
when they have tried ail these, then toey
want a man to fall back on. Id .n’t think
there Lave been many great women pai .t
--ort; I don’t think there have been many
great women writers: ‘Adarn Bede’ will be
forgotten when ‘Tiny Tin’ is remembered,
and ‘Jane Eyre’ will be a thing of tbe past,
an unpleasant memory, when 'Col. New
cime’ i* teaching the world what a gentle
man is.
WHAT WOMBS CAN’T DO.
“I never saw but oue woman lawyer, but
I may mention quite casualiy that I would
let no woman run my squabble*; those that
I couldn’t attend to myself I would refer to
the lawyer who had Mr. before his name.
No woman need waDt to learn to be a
preacher; she was bora with that instinct,
but her pulpit should be an armchair, her
listeners her immediate family, and, if she
practices as she preaches, her congregation
will be a great credit to her. As for a
woman preacher marrying people, let peo
ple who like it be joined in wedioek after
this fashion; for iny own part I should feel
that the preacher was married to my young
man, that we were rather mixed up, sort of
Mormons, don’t you know. What women
need nowadays is a little ignorance. Why,
you blessed dear, don’t you know that life is
a great deal happier if you don’t know too
much? Ignorance is bliss.
"There never was a more beautiful poem
written in a few words that that by Owen
Meredith, in which he says:
“To thee be all men heroes; every race noble;
AU women virgins; every house a temple;
Know thou nothing base."
“That’s my idea of knowledge. lam
sorry not to seem to agree with the rest of
the band of tea drinkers, but I do think if
woman didn’t know quite so muoh it would
be a great deal belter, and she would be a
great deal happier. And she would make
the men around her feel that wav, too.
MEN ONLY GROWN-UP BABIES.
“Every blessed oue of you has a fashion
of taking it for grauted that whatever a
man says to you isn’t true. Now, nine
time out of ten it is, so tbe tenth time give
him the benefit of the doubt, and when he
finds you do believe him he will take a fancy
to living up to his reputation and he will tell
the truth so he may not go bac.i on you. A
man is like a prophet—he wants to be be
lieved iu hi* own country, and when tho
women of his household don’t show him
that they have faith in him, he is pretty apt
to give them cause not to. Just take one of
your babies, aud when it comes and tells
you that it loves you, and you are brute
enough to push it away because you are
too busy (as if a woman ought ever to be too
busy to refuse to listen to a child), then the
next time that small boy feels the same in
clination he will work it out in his baby
mind that you didn’t bolieve him before,
that you won’t now, and soon he will stop
giving expression to his love, and nine times
out of ten the love will disappear. Now,
men, in some respects, are only grown-up
babies, so just have faith in them, and after
awhile, from a sense of pride, maybe they
will make themselves what you thiuk them
to be. There, I meandered from my sub
ject.”
HOW WOMEN END AN ARGUMENT.
The small woman who had lately become
Mrs. Charley announced:
“Don’t surprise anybody, for you always
drift to the men.”
I ought to have looked humiliated, but I
didn’t. I simply, but forcibly, announced
that I was only following the example of my
foremothsrs, who from Eve down had
shown the same inollnatioD. The speech
maker was afraid we hadn’t answered the
question, but somebody said something
about a lovely black velvet cloak that she
had seen, fresh tea was made, and the ques
tion was allowed to sink into oblivion,
whioh, by the by, was the Tory best place
for It.
THINGS WniCH GO INTO OBLIVION.
So many things might go into oblivion
with good results—the butter that is high
aud the canvas-back that is not.
The ices that are tasteless and tbe coffee
that tastes too much of chicory.
The buckwheat cakes that are tepid and
the oysters that are warm.
The terrapin that is messed up with somo
sort of an egg sauce, and the champagne
oup that has fuur bottles of soda to one of
chkmpagne.
The soup in which the cook has lost the
pepper po. end the mutton done crisp.
The tea that wants a prop because of Its
weakness aud the toast that’s thloksr than
cream.
The eggs that are not infallible and the
milk that has been so long away that it nns
forgotten the cow.
But, most Important of all, there
should go to oblivion the bad oooks —thev
have wrecked families, thoy have caused in
digestion, and have made the
hour of dinner pne of sadness and despair
whea it should be one of joy and delight.
By the bv, in sanding this consignment to
oblivion, do not include Bab.
He Changed His Tune.
“Henry," she said os he took off his overcoat
and looked around for his slippers, * 'did you
mail that letter that I gave you yesterday?”
“Yes, my dear,” be replied promptly: “I
mailed it yesterday afternoon.”
“Are you sure?”
He drew himself up hautily. He feltjthat he
had the best of it this time, says the Waverly
Magazine, and he proposed to mace the most
of it.
"Maria,” be said, with dignity, “I have stood
this nagging as long as I proDOSe to. Every
time I undertake to ao anything tor you you in
sult me, and all because I carried some haters
of yours two days and once failed to match a
piece of ribbon. It ha* gone on long enough,
and hereafter 1 wapt It understood that when I
say I have done a thing I have done it, aud tnat
settles it. I mailed your letter, Maria."
"Then.” said the little woman and her eyes
flashed, “what is this that the postman left this
morning marked 'received in bad order?’ It
begins, ‘My dearest Harry,' and ends 'Yours
lovingly, Lily.’ Henry, did you mail my letter,
or did you”—and she tapped the envelope she
held.
"I think—l think I did,” he replied meekly, as
with trembling fingers he pulled his wife’s
sealed and stamped letter out of his pocket.
"I—l guess I mailed that old 18\6 letter by mis
take. Maria. You remember, Lily, don’t you,
Maria? Youthful flame of mine. I wonder
where she is? Have you heard, Maria?”
And before the interview was over he promised
to throw ail the old letters away and never
speak of nagging again.
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