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THE PATH ACROSS THE FIELDS.
Around tne was The beauty
Which ouly rammer yields—
The shadow of the woodland.
The bounty of the fields.
The gleam of shining waters,
The murmur ol the sea —
The varied book of nature,
All opened wide for me!
Amid these scenes of beaut?
I spied a pathway there.
All flowerless and dusty.
AH hard and brown and bare.
No dainty gown swept over,
No foot in dalliance strayed
Along the narrow limit
The tread of toil had made.
Bat weary men and women
At morn and eve did pass
Beside the way unshaded.
Amid the sunburnt grass.
Their step was slow and heavy;
Their garments bore the soil
Of the hard world’s grim workday.
They walked the way of toil.
Bo close against our pleasure
Is the undertone of care.
Of these who, all unsheltered.
The heat and burden bear.
And the fair summer memory
Sweet harvest to me yields,
Yet ever lives the picture
Of the path across the fields!
—Harper's Eazar.
A SOCIETY COUPLE.
They had agreed to differ about
it. Husbands and wives who agree
without differing are a trifle old
fashioned and grumpy nowadays.
Husbands and wives who differ with
out agreeing are also somewhat be
hind these times when a certain
calm independence is the fashion
able keynote of marital existence,
and Mr. and Mrs. Buller were emi
nently up to date.
The first two years of their mar
ried life had been spent practically
out of the world in consequence of
the state of health of Mr. Buller's
father. Then had come their succes
sion to the property and a period of
retirement—they were a trifle old
fashioned in those days, it will be
seen—and then they had launched
out into the world of society. They
went with the stream with that en
thusiasm which not infrequently at
tends new experiences. She was an
extremely pretty and dainty little
personage, with charming wit, and a
very few weeks of social life put
quite an extraordinary polish on her.
He was good looking, too, not par
ticularly clever, but quite capable of
following the lead set him by his
fellows and cheery and good natured
withal. There was plenty of money.
They became immensely popular
and found a thorough going society
life altogether delightful.
The head of each was a little turn
ed perhaps by the end pf their first
season. They had become so very
modern. But neither could have said
how the idea first suggested itself to
him or her that their relations with
one another needed shortening up.
They did not discuss the subject.
Neither was aware, indeed, that it
had presented itself to the other. But
each was secretly convinced that the
old “spoony” relations would not
do. It was ridiculous to care for the
society of your husband or wife. It
waß “the thing” to live independent
lives.
Independent lives, however, are
not always, it appears, to be achiev
ed at a word by two wholesome
minded young people living in the
same house and sharing the same
round of pleasures. Delia Buller
was a coquette, but there was a
touch of delicate haughtiness in her
and she was incapable of a vulgar
flirtation. Also George Buller would
have been incapable of jealousy
where she was concerned, old fash
ioned traits in each which hinted
that their regeneration was not
complete. Bo that when at last a
tangible subject of dispute presented
itself husband and wife alike jump
ed at it with avidity.
The subject in question was thor
oughly up to date, which was as it
should be. At first, it cost Mr.
Buller a pang to realize that the side
he had accidentally adopted was
that behind the times. But he had
an obstinate fiber in him, so he nail
ed his colors to the mast like a man.
The moot point was the bicycle
craze. He would have none of it,
in any shape or form; he derided it
where men were concerned; for
women he declared it not unsuita
ble—he knew his age better than
that—but, what was far worse, ri
diculously unbecoming. Mrs. Bul
ler, on the other hand, threw herself
into the movement heart and soul.
Her bicycle was for her the center
of the universe. Nothing could
have been better. The husband and
wife agreed to diffor, as has been
said, in most approved fashion, and
for the rest of the season they hard
ly met.
For people who had arrived at so
desirable an understanding, how
ever, they were arguing the ques
tion rather hotly as they sat over
the dinner table on ft certain even
ing in February. They were tete-a
tete, a state of things which each
felt to be highly ridiculous. They
bad comp dpwn for the hunting—
that Mr. Buller intended
to hunt; Mrs. Buller no longer fol
lowed the hounds, since it is not as
yet feasible to do so ou a bicycle.
And there was to be an unavoidable
interval of two days before their
house would be full.
"Where does the fun come in?”
Mr. Buller was demanding indig
nantly; "that’s what 1 can’t make
outl Of course, ono wouldn’t oaru
about the thiug being dangerous if
the game was worth the candle.”
Lady Buller was drawing patterns
on the tablecloth with her dessert
fork.
“That’s obvious,” she returned
with spirit, "or you wouldn’t want
♦o ride a horrid horse.”
"Horses don’t ‘skid’—or, what
ever you call it”
"Bicycles don’t shy—neither do
they rear.”
Mr. Bailer rote wratfcfully
DEVOTED TO JACKSON COUNTY AND THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY,
JEFFERSON, JACKSON COUNTY, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 5. 1898.
walked to the fireplace, taking up a
majestic position on the hearthrug.
“One thing is, you'll soon bo tired
of it,” he observed. “You never
keep a thing up for long.”
“Y r ou made that remark last
spring,” was the answer, given with
remarkable heat, “and you were
wrong, you see.”
“Lots of women have got tired of
it, though,” said Mr. Buller shifting
his ground disingenuously. “Every
one says it was a craze, and it’s go
ing out. And I’m not so sui'e, ”he
added vindictively, “that you are as
keeu about it as you were. There
wasn’t half so much fuss over the
confounded thing on the journey
down as we had last time.”
Mrs. Duller rose impetuously
She appeared to have lost her tem
per.
“I love it more than ever,” she
cried, “and I always shall,” with
which incoherent observation she
withdrew.
The breakfast room was empty
when Mr. Buller strolled down at
about half past 10 on the following
morning. This did not surprise
him, but the message delivered to
him by the servant did.
“Mrs. Buller told mo to say, if
you please, sir, ” said the man, “that
she has ridden over to Fernhill on
her bicycle, and will lunch there.”
“What time will she be back?”
demanded her husband.
“About 5 o’clock, sir,” was the
answer.
Mr. Buller unfolded his newspaper
and ground his teeth.
“The whole day !” he ejaculated
to himself. “Well, 1 must say—
However, she’ll he tired. Forty
miles there and back, and then
she’ll go to sleep all the evening.
Well, hanged if I care! Wonder at
what time she started, and liow far
she’s got.”
Asa matter of fact, though Mrs.
Buller had started some time since,
she had not made any remarkable
progress. It was a delightful spring
like day, but the state of the roads
was not all that could he desired.
At this identical moment she was
walking along a particularly un
pleasant combination of ruts and
mud, wheeling her bicycle.
Mrs. Buller bad her detractors, a
have all successful people, and there
was those who said she rode a bicy-
cle because she looked so well in
the dress. Her short, tailor made
frock and neat hat certainly suited
her to perfection this morning, and
her little feet, in the daintiest imag
inable shoes, were a delight to be
hold. But Mrs. Buller did not ap
pear to be thinking of her appear
ance just then—she was obviously
taking no pleasure in it. Her pi
quant face was rosy with air and ex
ercise, hut it was distinctly overcast
in expression, and her every move
ment, as she wheeled her machine
with incredible carelessness over
the ruts, was expressive of boredom
and disgust. The bad bit of road
passed, she stood for an instant con
templating her bicycle with an in
describable expression.
“I shall never be able to give the
thing up,” she said to herself de
spairingly. “Never! If I did, he’d
think I wanted— Oh, what a bore
it is!”
She mounted as she spoke with a
despairing sigh. Perhaps she was
careless, perhaps the w heel slipped.
At any rate the next thing of
which she was aware was a general
upheaval of the universe, which left
her lying in the road with a broken
bicycle beside lier and every bone
in her body, as it seemed, dislocated.
“Oh, what a fool I've been 1” she
wailed despairingly, and then she
fainted.
It was not a lonely road fortu
nately, and she was soon found and
taken home. The doctor was sent
for and enjoined by Mr. Buller on
his departure to come again in the
evening, and on coming down stairs
after his second visit he found Mr.
Buller hanging about in tlie ball.
The doctor did not wait to be ques
tioned.
“Going on splendidly,” he said
cheerily. “Feverish tonight, of
course. But with a broken arm and
a very nasty sprained ankle that’s
only to be expected.”
For a man whose sentiments to
ward his wife are of an eminently
philosophical nature Mr. Buller
was looking extraordinarily pale
and wretched. He drew a quick
sigh of satisfaction; then he said,
with an air of stern superiority
which ill disguised an undertone of
ferocious vindictiveness:
"Wretched things, these bicycles 1
I’ve always said so.” Then headded:
“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t
eee my wife? Would it do any
harn, I mean i”
The doctor screwed up his lip,‘l
doubtfully.
"Well,” be °aid, “no; hardly
that. But she is feverish, as I said,
and if she would rather be quiet
why, her wishes must be respected,
you know.”
it!” ejaculated the hus
band, round, he stood
staring into the tire. “Going out
tomorrow?” inquired Dr. Willough
by as he drew on his gloves. The
hounds were to meet the nest day.
“I don’t know'.”
“I should, if I w ere you,” was the
answer. “There’s nothing to be
anxious about in your wife’s condi
tion, and she’s better quiet, you
know.” ,|k
A gloomy man rvas Mr. Duller, to
judge from his appearance as he sat
in his smoking room that night, and
a gloomy man was he as he came
down next morning. He had been
to Mrs. Buller's door and had been
sternly denied admittance. He pull
ed himself together, however, at the
meet, und answered the numerous
inquiries after bis wife with an oSl
hand nonchalance which did him
credit. •’’There was a long Interval
of standing about by the cover, and
Mr. Buller’s mare, a young one,
could not stand it. When they got
away eventually, she bolted, rush
ed at a fence, missed it and came
down heavily.
“What a jolly good thing!” mur
mured Mr. Buller as he sank into
unconsciousness.
It was Dr. Willoughby who un
dertook to break the news of her
husband’s accident to Mrs. Buller.
She was more feverish that after
noon and dreadfully depressed, hut
he set about his task with the slight
est possible circumlocution.
“Well, Mrs. Buller,” he said,
“you’re not to have the sick list all
to yourself after all. Horses can
play tricks, it seems, as well as bi
cycles. ”
Mrs. Buller turned her head sharp
ly. She was a good deal bruised,
and there was little else that she
could turn.
“What do you mean?” 6he de
mandod as the color rushed into her
woebegone face. “Not George!”
Then, as she lead assent in the doc
tor’s face, she turned white to her
lips. “Oh!” she gasped, with a
sudden change of tone. “H?s not
hurt badly?”
“Hurt badly ? No, of course not,”
returned the doctor cheerily. “A
very neatly fractured leg, that’s all
—a companion to your arm. Noth
ing to faint about, I assure you.”
“I’m not going to faint,” declared
Mrs. Buller—indeed, a considerable
amount of color had come back to
her cheeks, and her eyes were danc
ing. “Poor old boy 1 I’m dreadful
ly sorry.” Her voice gave a curi
ously different meaning to the
words. “I know what horrid pain
it is, don’t I? But I’ve always told
him that horses were quite as—l
mean, I’ve always said that you run
great risks with horses. How did
it Happen, doctor? Is he pretty
comfortable? Is there anything I
have for my arm that he would like?
Take him some of those grapes, will
you! He’ll be so thirsty.”
During the weeks that followed
the respective attendants on Mr. and
Mrs. Buller had a very busy time of
it. Each patient took quite an ex
traordinary interest in the symp
toms and progress of the other, and
each was, of course, confined to his
or her room. It was all quite im
personal. Mrs. Buller’s eyes were
hardly opened in the morning be
fore her nurse must repair to Mr.
Buller’s door to inquire whether he
had been able to sleep or whether
his leg had felt—this, that or the
other—as her arm had done. Mr.
Buller could not rest easily for an
hour together without full and par
ticular information as to the partic
ular position in which Mrs. Buller
found her ankle gave her least pain.
Mrs. Buller had flowers sent her,
and the lion’s share had to go to her
husband’s room. Mr. Buller found
something particularly entertaining
in the illustrated papers, and it
must forthwith be taken to Mrs.
Buller. Of course it was only hu
man, as Mrs. Buller assured herself
at frequent intervals, to take an in
terest in another fellow creature
who was suffering just as you your
self were suffering and in the very
same house. Of course, as Mr. Bul
ler assured Dr. Willoughby more
than once, it was rather a lark to
compare notes.
The sprained ankle made progress
quicker than the broken limbs.
When Mrs. Buller was able to be
moved to a sofa, Mr. Buller being
still in his bed, Dr. Willoughby sug
gested that Mrs. Buller should be
wheeled into his room and pay him
a little visit.
“I dare say he’s very dull, poor
thing 1” she said. “I don’t know
that there is any reason why I
should not go today.”
“I don’t know that there is,” said
Dr. Willoughby. So that afternoon
there was great activity in both sick
rooms. Mr. Buller’s nurse had to
arrange flowers, to put away this,
to straighten that and to shake up
the cushions of the armchair a doz
en times. - Mrs. Buller s nurse nau
to change her patient’s dressing
gown twice, and her maid was requi
sitioned to do her hair. And at
about 4 o’clock a knock came at Mr.
Bulier’s door, and Mrs. Buller ap
peared, leaning on a stick and es
corted by her nurse. She was re
ceived by the nurse and established
with much circumstance in the arm
chair prepared for her reception.
“I'm awfully glad to see you,”
said Mr. Buller, with constrained
politeness. He was rather pathetic
in his enforced recumbency, and he
was looking very white and thin.
“You must have had a horrid time.”
“Pretty bad,” she said, “and so
have you, I'm afraid.”
“Willoughby talks of sending me
south,” said Mr. Buller.
The conversation thus far had
been characterized by the utmost
nonchalance and composure, each
party having steadily avoided a
glance in the direction of the other.
But at this juncture he, with a self
confidence entirely unjustified by
events, turned politely in his wife’s
direction. She looked round at the
same moment. Their eyes met, and
—it was all over.
“Delia, my sweetheart, how white
you look!”
“Oh, George, my old darling, how
thin you are!”
The ejaculations were simultane
ous, and before they had died away
Mis. Buller, with a little hop and
the assistance of the table, had
reached the sofa and had subsided
on to the floor, with her face buried
on her husband s breast. “Oh,
George, ” she cried, “you were quite
right! Bicycles are horrid things,
and so are Loises. Oh, George, you
might have been killed 1”
“I might, darling,” he said in
coherently. “You werrauit# right.
too, Delia, dearest. It’s been the
very deuce of a time! Do you know
how long it is since you really kiss
ed me?”
She did not answer, but she lifted
her face and apparently she felt that
the performance which ensued was
a good deal in arrears. They went
south together and each was so busy
superintending the complete recov
ery of the other that they quite for
got to be up to date and are no more
a strictly society couple.—Mary An
gela Dickens in Washington Post.
A SOUTHERN BARBECUE.
A Northern Traveling Man's Diverting
Experience In Louisiana.
“I was down south last fall,” said
the drummer, flicking the ashes
from his cigar and tilting his chair
to a comfortable angle. “Got caught
for a week by quarantine in a little
backwoods town in Louisiana, ‘in
the piny woods,’ as they call it
there, and the things I saw during
that week would till a book. Among
other things I saw a barbecue. Ever
been to a regular, old fashioned
southern barbecue? Well, I have,
upon its native heath and in its most
primitive state, I guoss. Really, I
think the people sort of got up the
barbecue for my benefit as a kind of
public entertainment in my behalf,
killing the fatted calf, as it were, for
the prodigal who could not go home.
I appreciated the courtesy, I can tell
you, and never missed a detail of it
from start fo finish.
“The barbecue was given at what
they called the ‘picnic grounds,’ a
little grass grown, underbrush clear
ed space at the rise of a hill. Prepa
rations for the affair began the day
before. Among other things a
greased pole was erected, and a cou
ple of old negroes were sent down
the hollow by the spring to dig the
trench for the barbecuing. The
process seemed a very simple ono.
All there was to it was just a ditch
about 15 or 20 feet long, 3 feet deep
and 4 feet wide.
“In the bottom of this the men col
lected some pine splinters, kindled a
lire and then fed it with oak and
hickory and ash wood till they had
the ditch half full of glowing coals.
“This took them well into tlio
night, you see, and before day they
cut a lot of slender oak saplings into
lengths and laid them at intervals
of eight or ten inches across the
ditch over the tire. Along about
this time the men camo with the
meat. A whole beef they had and
three muttons, and when they
spread them out on the green sap
lings over the glowing coals those
great, brawny, bearded men, with
the light from the pine torches glar
ing on their faces, looked like a race
of cannibals preparing for an orgy.
“All night they staid there, the
good fellows, with forks and spits to
turn the meat, and with great long
handled mops which they dipped in
melted lard and vinegar to baste it.
And maybe you think it wasn’t good,
that barbecued meat. Just wait un
til you taste some. There’s nothing
like it.
“But the people! Before day they
began to come, covered wagons and
ox carts full of them—men, women
and children. And the baskets they
brought full of biscuits and corn
pones and sweet potatoes and cus
tard pies and cakes! I don’t think I
ever saw so much to et all at once
in my life. And the watermelons!
Wagon loads of them vvero putin the
branch to cool. And tubs of sweet
cider big enough to float in !
“After dinner the fun began.
There were foot racos, sack races,
jumping contests, greased polo
climbing and greased pig chasing.
“Now, among my acquaintances
was a small boy named Tige, or, at
least, so called; a redhaired, freckled
lad, son of the man I boarded with.
Tige and I were good friends, but a
lazier lad I never saw, so somehow
I was surprised when he appeared
as one of the contestants for prizes.
However, he did not enter either of
the races nor the jumping contest.
“But when it came to the greased
pole, 10, the freckled Tige led all the
rest! The way that chap stuck to
that-slippery sapling was a caution,
and when he reached the top none
cheered louder than I. The same
way with the greased shoat. Tige
was simply ‘onto’ the pig and staid
there.
“By right of being a guest and
therefore to be honored it fell to
my lot to award the prizes. Tige
was to receive a six bladed pocket
knife and a pair of spurs—hardware
in my line, you know,” the drum
mer interrupted himself quite un
consciously, “and when the little
scamp came up to get them I caught
a wink in his other eye that seemed
sort of suggestive.
“ ‘Teil me how you did it, Tige,’ I
said when I had given him his prizes
with appropriate remarks.
“ ‘I ain’t no fool, if I do have fits,’
he said, still winking.
“ ‘But we are friends,’ I urged.
“ ‘An is havin keepin?’ he asked.
“ ‘Yes, having is keeping, sure,’
said I.
“Coming quite close to me, he
winked frantically and said in a
hoarse whisper:
“ ‘Pine rosin 1’
“Then, holding out his palms and
turning up his heels, he cut and ran.
But I understood. The little scamp
had taken the precaution to literal
ly cake his feet and hands with
fresh, sticky pine gum and so had
held his own by right of stratagem. ”
—Philadelphia Times.
Haven't the Constitutions.
One of the reasons why so few
men attain greatness is the fact that
not many mortals can stand the per
sistent banqueting that fame entail*
—Philadelphia North American, j
AIR OF MAMMOTH CAVE.
Bo Pare and Drarin;; That It Might CU*
Utilized For a Sanitarium.
In The Century there is an article
on “The Mammoth Cave of Ken
tucky” by John R. Proctor, former
ly state geologist of Kentucky. Mr.
Proctor, in describing the tour of
the cave, says:
Some distance on we come upon
two stone cottages built against one
of the walls of the avenue. These
are the remains of a number that
were built in the cave in 1843 for
the abode of consumptive patients.
It was believed that the pure air of
the cave would effect a cure, and 15
consumptives took up their abode
here, and remained for five mouths
without going outside. It is said
that when they did go out three died
before they could reach the hotel.
Something more than purity is re
quired—sunlight. It is said that
the saltpeter miners had remarkable
health while working in the cave,
and persons with weak lungs are
certainly benefited by short walks
in this atmosphere. I believe, in
time, that these immense reservoirs
‘of dry, pure antiseptic air will be
I utilized for the cure of consumption
| and asthma, not by sending the pa
j tient into the cave, but by bringing
'the air into sunlit sanitariums on
the dry, well drained elevated sand
stone plateaus above the caves.
We know the air is dry, because
the timber carried in in 1812 has not
decayed, and iron hinges have been
here since 1843 and show no sign of
rust. We know the air is pure, be
cause here animal matter does not
decay, but simply dries up. The
mummies found in the caves were
not prepared mummies, but simply
desiccated bodies. The uniform
temperature of from 53 degrees to
54 degrees the year round has been
demonstrated. Consumptives take
long sea voyages and visit high al
titudes to get the benefit of aceptic
atmosphere, but they suffer from
variations of temperature, from
storms, and at high altitudes exer
oise cannot be taken, while the cava
air predisposes one to take exercise
with little fatigue. I have known
delicate women to walk for nine
hours in the cave, clambering up
steep ascents and over rocks, and
come out of the cave feeling no
sense of fatigue until they reached
the warm, impure air outside,
charged with the odors of decayed
vegetation, when thoy would al
most faint and would require as
sistance in ascending the path to the
hotel.
We think the atmosphere in the
glen at the entrance remarkable lor
purity before we have become sensi
tive by hours in the pure atmos
phere of the cave. I once went with
a friend and a guide to Roaring
river and several other remote
places, which required remaining in
the cave overnight. It was night
when we came out, and we had be
come so sensitive by our stay of 36
hours in the pure air of the cave
that we were almost overcome by
the suffocating mephitic odors and
oppressiveness of the outer air. We
dreaded to inhale it into our lungs
and returned again and again into
the pure air flowing from the cave.
Air freed from bacteria is one of
the main reasons for success in
modern surgery and a sanitarium
into, which this air could be pumped
would doubtless be resorted to for
difficult surgical operations. Con
sumptives in high altitudes are com
pelled to remain indoors in winter
weather and breathe the vitiated air
of closed rooms, while in sanitari
ums supplied with cave air, by let
ting the air in at the upper part of
the rooms and out at the lower part,
all exhalations would pass out and
pure air would be constantly rush
ing in at a uniform temperature,
winter and summer. Then it would
be a boon if we could escape the op
pressive heat of summer into hotels
kept 000 l and pure by the air from
these great dry caves.
Expmigiou of Solids by lloat.
The expansion of solids by heat is
exemplified in the following cases:
A glass stopper sticking fast in the
neck of a bottle often may be re
leased by surrounding the neck with
a cloth taken out of warm water or
by immersing the bottle in warm
water up to the nock. The binding
ring is thus heated and expanded
sooner than the stopper, and bo be
comes slack or loose upon it.
In an iron railing, a gate, which
during a cold day may be loose and
easily shut and opened, in a warm
day may stick, owing to there being
greater expansion of it and of the
neighboring railing than of the
earth on which they are placed.
The iron pillars now so much used
to support the front walls, of which
the ground stories serve as shops
with spacious windows, in warm
weather really lift up the wall which
rests upon them and in cold weather
allow it again to sink or subside.
The pitch of a pianoforte or harp
is lowered on a warm day or in a
warm room, owing to the expansion
of the strings being greater than of
the wooden frame work, and in cold
the reverse will happen. A harp or
piano which is well tuned in a morn
ing drawing room cannot be perfect
ly in tune when the crowded even
ing party has heated the room.—
New York Ledger.
After the Criuh.
Bramwell—How did you make out
on your stock venture.
Shortput—l bought on a falling
market and got crushed.—Philadel
phia North American.
Unique.
“What do you think of my French,
Jules?” I asked of my Paris guide.
“It ees vonderful, madame, ” he re
plied courteously. “In all my life be
fore I never have heard anyaing like it- *’
—Household Words. j
Teems s 11.00 ▲ Teas.
FREED FROM JAIL BY DICE.
Prisoner Won Jallrr'. 9100, Then Ployed
With mOOO suii Liberty as Stake*.
“Getting out of jail with a good
file seems easy enough," said an ex
eheriff the other day, “but I don’t
think I ever heard of but one case
where a prisoner made his escape
with a handful of dice. It happen
ed years ago in my county after I
had arrested a crack gambler from
the west for shooting a farmer.
The farmer was not killed, and the
westerner was shut up in jail until
court convened. The chances were
that he would be sent to the peni
tentiary for half a dozen years at
least. He went under the name cf
Mike Hunkier. That, however, was
an alias.
“While I was going over the
building one morning a stranger
came up and asked to see Hunkier.
He said that Hunkier was an ac
quaintance of his and he wanted to
talk with him about securing the
services of a lawyer to defend him.
I let the man in, but told Robinson,
the jailer, to watch him.
“The following morning while I
was at breakfast a boy rushed in
and tcld me that Hunkier had es
caped. When I made an investiga
tion, I discovered that Robinson had
also disappeared. Later in the day
I found a note from Robinson ad
dressed to me. He asked me to for
give him, said it was an affair of
honor and could not be helped. The
escape was investigated by the
grand jury and after a long wrangle
I was completely exonerated, as a
trusted employee had played me
false.
“The years rolled on and the es
cape had ceased to cause any com
ment. Some time afterward I got a
telegram from Tennessee say Li g
that Robinson was dead and that lie
had made a request that I be noti
fied. Five days later I received a
letter written by Robinson previous
to his death in which he told me
the whole story of the escape.
“It seems the uian who" went to
see Hunkier as his friend was a not
ed crook. He carried the prisoner
a set of poker dice and a roll of bills
amounting to about SSOO. That
night, while Robinson waspatroling
the jail, Hunkier, who got to talk
ing with him, asked if lie did not
want to shoot a few hands. The
cubes were brought out, and Robin
son said lie was the luckiest man
with them in town. The jailer got
SSO out of bis wallet to start on, and
despite his luok he lost. He went
back for another wad, and in due
time that drifted over to Hunkier.
Robinson had S4OO in all, and he
promptly brought it out. In an
hour’s time the last of his three
years’ savings was gone. Noticing
his dejection, Hunkier after awhile
said:
“ ‘Robinson, I will make this
proposition. I will give you a
chance to win your money back and
mine, too, on one throw. I’ll fut
up S9OO, and if you wki, you got all.
If I win, you let me escape tonight.’
“Robiusou thought over the mat
ter for 15 minutes, and finally
agreed to play one poker hand to
the fill. Robinson won the toss’
and had to play first. He pitched
out the dice and then looked down
oh two pairs, queens and jacks. He
kept the queens and then took tbe
three other cubes for tbe second
throw. He got another pair f
jacks and an ace. He cursed his
luck, but threw again to the queens.
He turned another queen and a pair
of aces.
“Hunkier took the dice to beat
the full. Ho rattled thorn long and
carefully, and when they hit the
jail floor he smiled as he saw three
tens. Another ten would set hhn
free, with SBOO in his pockets. Qn
the second throw he made a pair of
jacks, but they did not free him.
Robinson held his breath on the
third toss, and to his sorrow he saw
the lucky ten turn. He told Hunk
ier he was free, but that he had
made himself an outcast. At 1
o’clock the next morning the two
slipped away, Robinson refusing td
accept a dollar from Hunkier.”—
Charleston Letter in New York faun.
Hospitality That Paid.
Gambling clubs are being raided
in Loudon, one of the complaints
being that they greatly overcharge
their patrons for the use of cards.
It ie curious that a century ago this
was the case in private houses. It is
generally supposed that hospitality
was more largely extended in old
times, and, indeed, was their su
preme virtue, whereas it would now
be thought the extremity of mean
ness for a host to charge his guests
with any such payment. In The
Times of March 22, 179 C, we read:
“The tabbies of Bath are in a state
of insurrection, in consequence of
an example by Lady Elcho, who
neither visits nor receives company
that pay for cards. This laudable
reformation is adopted so generally
that many of the dowagers who
have so long fed on card money are
turning their thoughts to some more
creditable means of earning their
livelihood.” A hope is expressed
that the ladies in London will follow
the examples of those of Bath and
“exclude the edious and pitiful cus
tom. We are afraid that many a
party is formed rather to derive
benefit from the sale of cards than
for the sake of hospitality. Saa
Francisco Argonaut.
She Knew.
“Maria,” said Boggles to his wife,
with an idea of instructing her ia
political eoonomy, “do you know
what civil service is?”
“Jasper,” replied Mrs.
with memory of recent contact with
the cook, “there isn’t any.”—llia*,
trated Meathly.
NO. 28.