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GEORGIA TEL APH BUILDING
ESTABLISHED 1826.
MAC<m FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1881.
VOLUME LV—NO. 47
WE AEHOXD Tit KB.
Tram Ike Westminster JUvino.
Ey Ioto wu out in the garden
Under the almond tree.
All in the blush of blossom
That blows for the honey bee.
I came up over the daisies
Before she could turn to see,
I caught her hand and kissed it
Under th* almond tree.
Sho flushed like a rose in snmmer—
She stepped aside from me.
“I am young,” she said, “and happy,
And 1 pray you let me be.”
■“To be happy,’*! said, “it needeth
That a man and a maid agree.”
And I turned and left her weeping
Under the almond tree.
Sho made a step through the daisies,
Shocallod with a sob tome.
She fpid: “Hdw can I be happy
If you are not there to see ? ”
I looked in her eyee and lingered;
hike blossom in May blu.-hed she.
I clasped Iter close and kissed her
Under the almond tree.
THE MARQUIS’BING.
[From Tineleg'e IfagaaineJ
CHAPTER I.
"Enormou-Jy rich, and looking out for
a wile.” Those are the very words the
Dean’s wife used in speaking of the Mar
quis. It was at a dinner given at the
Deanery, and we found him extremely
pleasant. After that it waa only natural
that he sl>eu|d call on mother, and we
should make up a party to Introduce him
to the people or Weston.
Weston is where mother and I have
lived theso many years, ever alnce Letty
was married. It is a very pretty, sociable
place; a littlo monotonous, perhaps, but
it is well suited to people who haven’t
much money and who like society, and
there is a good deal of that one way and
another.
The great drawback to Weston Is that it
is quite close to a large manufacturing
town, and the wives and daughters of the
manufacturers are always trying to push
themselves into our set; therefore we have
to te vpry particular, at least we were; of
late, indeed, things have altered.
We who live in thq.Royal Crescent are
looked upon as qujte the aristocracy oftbe
place; uot but What there are /some good
families in the lower towu, but they are
not visited by the PeddletonsofPeddietou
Dali or the Deanery people. Indeed, it
has been remarked that for once the
Dean’s carriage is seen m the lower town;
tea would be nearer the mark on the HU],
As for the Peddlelons, JLady Augusta
only calls “once a year” on the Cresent,
then sends cards round with the govern
ess.
During the season there Is a good deal
of entertaining going on. On the Crescent
we have, of course, the best company and
the most elegant kind of parties—tea,
music, cards and light refreshments. We
tbiuk suppers vnlgar and only fit for the
“traders.” 1 am sorry to say we are not
so select as we were. People are asked
now who weren’t known ten years ago;
but this Is all since Mrs. Colonel Blacker
came among us. She is a regular demo
crat, and only wants to marry her seven
daughters by hook or crook, and doesn’t
care if it is a sweep, so long as he has
money enough. She has set the fashion
of dances and suppers; but I am glad to
say she has it all to herseff, for in general
our reunions are quite quiet and very ex
clusive. I only wish we could exclude
the Blacker glr.s, but of course we can’t,
as they have the middle bouse, and the
largest one, too, and have been on the
Crescent since the Colonel wen. on/’half”
more than ten years ago. It Is very an
noying having such a regular out-and-out
maueuverer as Mrs. Blacker is In the midst
of us. “Ste swoops down,” as Lady
Tumhletowers says, “on a man as an eagle
does on a bird, and never gives any girl
but her own a chance of picking bim. ,r
I may say heie that I am not a girl, so
to speak. I dare say Mrs. Blacker would,
and does, call me an old maid, but that’s
ouo of her nasty, ill-natured speeches. I
won't say Iww old I am. I don’t think it
matters. Every one agrees now age is
nothing; it is looks and feeling that tell.
Not that I would make a fool of myself by
marryiug a young man—certainly not.
Non-, the Marquis de l’Arriere was not
young; lie was decidedly middle-aged.
Sopliy Blacker said, in her pert, impudent
way, that he was dyed and made up, but
ho looked to ms a fresh, well-looking
man. 1 don’t mind, looks, provided a
man IsintelHgsM and well educated; and
tin; Maiqnls waa bull, ami a perfect gen
tleman. I always said that, and 1 always
will say It.
There was'a‘good* deal of excitement
when it was known on the Crescent that
we expected the Marquis on our “Friday.”
I had wished to keep It private, bat moth
er unfortunately let it oat to Lady Tora-
bletowers, and then it was public proper
ty at once. In fact it made quite a little
stir in the place, for Miss Withers told me,
when I called in to hurry home my lace
fichu and mother’s new cap, that she
thought it must be one of the Deanery
nights, so many orders had come in quite
sii'lili-nly.
Every one came very early, Ineonve
nieutly so, indeed, for I had not quite fin-
ibli’ d decanting the wine with Jordan’s
men. Wc have kept no regular butler
since Getty’s marriage, and on ordinary
occasions we do very well with the maid’s
waiting; but this time we felt it only right
to have in the head waiter from the Jor
dan Arms. A very respectable man he
in ami gives no trouble about getting drunk
or stealing spoons, as the more fashionable
ones do.
The rooms soon got very full. The only
people who did not appear were the Black
en, which surprised me very much, end I
began to hope they were not coming.
There was an air of expectation over us
all, and we had to answer a great many
questions, fur no one else bad seen the
Marquis, although a good deal of gossip
had been collected about him by the gen
tlemen at their club, and it seemed very
herally understood that he was very
rich and looking out for a wife. When
Colonel Jones said this, little Mias Jones
squeezed my fingers, and I felt my face
get hot; but all the same I was glad my
new ficluf had come home, and I was not
i’ii-ased that we were to introduce the
novelty.
Just then Jordan threw open the door
sud announced—
“The Ques de l’Ar.”
Which was his rendering of the Marqnie
de l’Arriere. It waa very provoking, and
I was afraid the Marquis would have been
eugry, but he did not seem to mind it in
the least. Certainly foreigners have
charming manners.
Be was quite at home in a few minutes
JJ“h us all, and laughing and talking as
If we had known him a hundred years,
ur course, everyone wanted to be intro
duced, and it was quite fiinny to hear the
attempts some people made at speaking
trench. He seemed to understand me
the best, hut I, of course, knew that he
“*u an \empresue manner. I am sore
however, Lady Tumbletowen and Miss
Jones drew their own conclusions. By
and by I got him to the plauo, and then
ho had a success.
Whatever might be said of anything
else, there was no donbt his playing was
something beautiful, divine, angelic. I
could have listened to him forever; and
Jo sit near him quietly drinking it in waa
to me enchanliug, even after I knew hi*
playing was not for me but for another. ___
I remember quite well he was in the either.
middle of Chopin’s “Impromptu,” when
rustling of silks waa beard outside, and
the Biacker’s came in noisily, as they al
ways do—Mrs. Blacker talking m her bitch
military voice, and Sophy and Bessie gig
gling. I heard Mrs. Blacker say to my
mother, “we have come in force to-night,
bat I thought you would be hurt if I did
not bring her;” and then I saw Lady Dai
ry tuple.
She waa the eldest and only married
daughter, the widow of a Scotch Baronet,
an old man who had been caught some
where abroad and who had ltved only
two years after the marriage. There were
some ugly stories floating of a will made
at his death-bed, and money and Jewels
diverted-from the rightful heir; but there
waa no public etclanare, and Lady Dal
rymple was well received in London
where she principally lived.
I don’t think her money (If she had it)
was of much use to her family. Some
times she had one of the girls to stay with
her, and she came down to the Crescent for
a little while after the season; butshu was
evidently trying her chances again, and
with very probable success. Shu was ' a
handsome woman, or rather girl, of the
slender, willowy type, her head well set,
and with a cold, dear-cut face and a fair
complexion—a woman n<rt much troubled
with the finer feelings, but calm, self-pos
sessed, and always mistress of herself.
She was looking particular well, I thought
with a certain air of distinction which
singled her out from tbs other women,
and that undeniable air of fashion which
throws provincials like us into the shade,
We all felt badly dressed, and as fir
Miss Withers’ fichu, it made me look pos
itively vulgar; her perfect-fitting black
satin, high to the throat, with only a frill
of real lace, was so much more elegant.
I never did like those washerwoman hand
kerchiefs.
Lady Dalrymple is musical. Weston Is
not strong in musicians, ami among us
slie was always thought rather a light
The Blackers themselves consider her
equal to Arabella Goddard. She makes
quite a little scene before she begins to
play. First she has to be treated and per
suaded; then all the lights have -to be
moved, as the candles lake away nerve-
after that comes the pulling off of her
gloves and the taking off her rings. Beau
tiful rlDgs thoy are, diamonds and emer
alds, and old-fashion curious ones. She
puts tliem all in a heap on the piano, and
then rubs her white slender fingers to
gether as if she were glad to be rid of
them. The whole thing is a piece of act-
iug, and this night she went through the
business fora new spectator—the Marquis.
I saw how he watched her, as she glided
past him, arching her neck like a swan,
and soon be followed her, standing beside
the piano while she played, in what
sounded like a school-girl’s playing after
his, some namb-pamby airs aDd trickling
water pieces. By and by I saw them talk
ing, he bending toward her, more anima
ted than ever—she calm, statuesque, but
lendiDg a well-pleased attention. It was
the repetation of the scene we had Seen
last year with young St. Leonards,. only
this time it was different, I saw, too, Mrs.
Blacker, in the next room, cross-question
log mother, and picking her brains about
the Marquis; and I knew that, so-far as
I was concerned, It mattered little wheth
er he was a million-alre looking out for a
wife or not. It is no disgrace to me to
own 1 felt a little sore, it is hard to- see
all the good things in life slipping away
one; but it has always been my lot, and
so 1 resign myself. I wonder bow many
such acts of resignation do we poor neg
lected ones make in the course of our
weary pilgrimage; and is there any ac
count taken of our many and bitter -dis
appointments?
From this night a flirtation began be
tween Lady Dalrymple and the Marquis
We all saw it, and talked it over next day
with Lady Tumhletowers at her 5 o’clock
tea. Mrs. Blacker bad been down with
her early to know if mother’s story was
true; and “mark my words, they’ll snap
him up; my Lady will turn into a Mar
quise;” added the old dowager. She never
iiaed the Blackers; and Miss Jones, com
ing in just thon, brought the news that
Marquis was going into the Blackers’ with
s roll of music under his arm. Miss
Joues looked at me as she said this, and
nodded her head. Tha good-natured lit
tle spinster would have wished, I well
knew, that it was to me, and not to the
Blackers, that the good luck was coming.
CHAPTER II.
For several weeks llio spectacle of the
Marquis and his joll of musuc was pre
sented dally to nlie Crescent. During
these weeks we all grew to look upon the
matter as settled, and that, by the end of
Lady Dalrymple’s visit, a marriage would
be duly announced. There was no mis
taking the Marquis’ intentions. When
ever we went to tbo vacant place next,
Agnes Dalrymple was occupied by him;
bnd if by cbonce, in his absence, any oue
else took it, it was immediately vacated
on his arrival.
He spent a great deal of his time with
us; so much so that little Miss Joues
would sometimes—but that was uonsense.
lie made no secret for his adoration for
n la btlle statue,” as be called Agnes; and
he would talk for hours to mother and
me about his chances of success, for
strange to say, he seemed full of diffi
dence and quite unconscious of the hunt
the Blackers were making alter him. It
E ut mo sometimes out of all patience to
ear him sighing and groaniug over the
uncertainty when I knew the Blackers
were ready to eat him op, Marquisate and
all.
We never had such a gay time at Wes
ton as during these weeks; every one wish
ed to entertain the Marquis; and every
one, even little Miss Jones, ‘gave some
thing. Then the lower town took it up,
and dinners and halls, to all of which tliu
Marquis went, and after him the Black
en. By ami by the Doddle urns came
home, and somebody telling them of tiie
Marquis, old Poddicton came down him
self to call upon him, ami asked him to
dine at the hall. Of course not one of us
were invited. We didn’t expect It; for no
ono ever got inside of the gates except at
the summer garden party, when we are
all asked en masse with the tradespeople.
It is always a wonder to me why we go,
and stand that woman’s insolence.
We all, therefore, thought it very sig
nificant of what waa coming when Lady
Dalrymple got a card for dinner the same
day as the Marquis. All the same 1 do
think, with Miss Jones, that it was rather
uudigulfied of her to go when her mother
and sisters were left out; but as Lady
Tumbletowen said, she would have walk
ed over their dead bodies to get iuto the
hall.
Mrs- Blacker told us that Agnes knew
Col. Poddleton, the eldest son, intimately
up in London, and that was why she was
united, but we all knew better, and
agreed it was Just because Lady Augusta
wanted to amuse herself with tbo flirta
tion.
Alter this dinner we noticed that the
Blackers were not near so keen after the
Marquis. Lady Tumbletower thought
they were bolding back a little to draw
him on, but Miss Jones thought they were
trying for Col. Poddleton. However that
might be, It was certain that the Colonel
waa in the Blacken’ house almost every
day. A liedious little man he was, no
more to be compared to the Marquis tbau
a monkey u» a man; but theu he was the
heir to the Hall, well connected, and no
doubt a good match for any one. Proba
bly Lady Dalrymple was playing one
against the other, and would be ready for
I think it was about this time that ru
mors began to get about against the Mar
quis. Whispers only at first, but growing,
as such things do, gradually into shape.
I am almost sure it was Col. PoddletOD
who threw the first stone; fer I heard him
say myself that there was no such title
among the French nobility. And then
people began to wonder what brought
him to Weston, and bow it was that, if he
had so much money, lie lodged over
Skimps the grocer’s, aue in place of a
valet had only Skimp's maid-of-all-work
to wait on him. He didn’t even iiava
boy to run his messages. Mrs.; Blacker
went so far as to say he hadn’t a sitting
room; but when it come to that I got vex
ed- I remember it was at Miss Jones’,
and we were all discussmg it, and I own
I crew a little hot; for Mrs. Blacker seem
ed to make mother and me responsablo
for the whole thing, and I could only say
that I was sure the Dean’s wifo would
think it rather odd when she came home
from Paris and find such stories going
about of her friend. And then Mrs.
Blacker turned quite short on me.
‘•Are you quite sure, Miss Barstowe,
that there is no mistake—that, the whole
of this story of the Dean’s wife is not a
ceck-and-a-bull of your mother’s? Don’t
you remember Sir Rose Price?”
This was so like Mrs. Blackcr’s ill-na
ture, bringing up a long-forgotten story
against my sister Letty. Well, it was no
disgrace to her or to us that we had been
taken in by a charming Irish baronet, who
passed himself off'as an unmarried man,
until his wife wrote to mother and told
her. It wasn't like scheming for an old
man, as Agnes Dalrymple had done, and
robbing his family. 1 was goiog to make
some sharp retort, when Miss Jones so
struck in;
“The Deanery people are coming back
to-night,” she said. “I was just going
by the Jordan Arms, and I called In to see
Mrs. J. aud the baby, and she told me
the carriage will be there at 5 this after
noon.”
'That’s something,” cried Mrs. Black-
“Now we’ll know the real thing. - I
shall consider it my business to make an
early call at the Deanery. You may think
it absurd being so particular; but girls
like mine, and especially a young widow,
rich and beautiful, like my Agnes, is a
great charge.. It is well for you good peo
ple,-who have no such responsibility.”
And with this lost thrust Mrs. Blacker
t'-ok herself away.
.When she was gone we all agreed she
was in her most disagreeable temper, and
certainly very excited. Whether it w
about Col. Poddleton or the Marquis we
could not agree.
.Miss Jones proposed that she aud I
should go to the Deanery next day;
“for,” said she, “Mrs. Blacker will be
sure to be there, and there’s no knowiDg
the stories she will tell of you, and of all
of us.’ Bo we settled theu that wo would
share a carriage between U3 and drive
up. *• -
' When we sent down next morning to
the Jordan Arms for a fly, we found half
the town had ordered carriages for the
Deanery, so great was the curiosity to find
out something about the Marquis,. which
every one expected to hear from the
Dean’s wife. When we found ■ that wo
went an hour earlier to have a quiet chat.
Early as it was, Airs. Blacker was before
us. We met her driving out of the lodee-
gates. Slie stopped the carriage. “Just
as I supposed, Miss Barstowe,” she cried
out, “acorn, lete mistake;” and drove on,
looking very spiteful and angry.
I was astonished, but my amazement
was greater still when I tound the Dean’s
wife repudiating all she had said, and de
claring she knew nothing more of the
Marquis than having met him at a friend’s
house. For so geutle a person, the Dean’s
wile seemed quite annoyed, and inclined
to veut her anuoyance on me.
“I cannot imagine what induced you,
dear Miss Barstowe, to set such a story
going; it might give rise to serious com
plications. Where there are young people,
one must be careful,” etc.
At this Miss Jones looked atme,and we
both knew that Mrs. Blacker bad been
talking. I said nothing; there was no use
fending and proving, as Miss Jones said,
although I cuuld have taken my oath iu
any court in the Kingdom that the Dean’s
wife had used the words “enormously
rich, and looking out tor a wife.”
j .We got away after this (for we did not
fte to run the carriage into the second
hour.) I could have cried all the way
home, I fell so vexed and mortified; only
I would not let Miss Jones see it. And I
was sorry for the Marquis, too. His
downfall for every one would know now
that the Dean’s wife was no guarantee
for his respectability. We met him on
our way home coming toward the Cres
cent; and I declare ray heart bled for
him, he looked so handsome and interest
ing as he raised his hat; but Miss Jones
said he looked like a singer. And she
used to be one of bis great admirers.
The next day there was a large picnic
to soire caves In the neighborhood, end
ing with a tea-dinner at the Blackers’.
saw them start from our window. Col.
Poddleton driving his own drag, ana Ag
ues Dslrymplo sitting beside him. The
Marquis went too, but iu a fly by himself.
He looked up at our windows as bo pass
ed, and bis face was very sad. In the
evening mother and Miss Jones persuaded
me to go in, they said it would look as if
I felt myself in disgrace, and as Mrs.
Blacker bad sent in for tho loan of our
teapot and spoons, mother said I might
go stiff. I own I felt a little curious to
see how things were going on, but ner
vous also, aud I grew more nervous when,
after a few minutes, during which I saw
the Marquis was net there, Colonel Pod
dleton attacked me in his brusque, haw-
haw sort of manner:
“Well, Miss Barstowe, so your foreign
friend has been blown—shown up regu
larly, and now means to cat, and to try
the business in London. But that won’t
do! We don’tstaud swaggers there. A
egular cad, that’s what he is!”
■ “We owe it to you that he was found
out In time,” said Mrs. Blacker with an
air of intense thankfulness, and as it she
had escaped some great danger; whereas,
as we all knew, she had been running
down the Marquis’ throat.
“I confess I was taken in,” she added,
with charming frankness, “and so was
every one excapbyou Agnes .dear. I think
you never liked tho Marquis, although,
indeed—”
“He liked her!” struck in the refined
Colonel, with a loud laugh. “Just like
his impudence!” And then he whispered
something to her, and she craned her long
ueck toward him, and they comported
themselves much as engaged lovers do.
"It is all settled,” whispered Miss
Jones to me. "He proposed to-day after
lunch In the Nuu’s Cave, and Mrs.
Blacker look us all aside aud told us half
an hour after. You never saw any one
so cut up as the Marquis was. Either
that or the treatment be got from every
one gave him a headache, and he went
home to rest a bit. No one asked him to
come back except me, and I really could
not help it, although, I dare say, it was
wreng.” *
“Wrong?” cried I, indignantly. “Why,
what has he done ? Suppose be Is not
rich, surely that’s not a crime! HU worst
folly U looking after that cold status of a
woman, Agues Dalrymple.”
“Hush, my dear; don’t say anymore;
here he is!”
Poor man, be waa looking very pale and
ill, I thought, as ha came in, under a vol
ley of cold looks from hU hostess and
every one. I was the only one who gave
him a friendly look or word. And what
was I, a poor insignificant spinster? Col.
Poddleton continued his whispering in
most offensive manner; hut I think Agnes
seemed a little uneasy, and inclined to
draw away from her overpowering lover.
Presently a move was made to the piano,
aud, under cover of the noise and con'
fusion, I heard the Marquis say to her:
“You will play to me once more; you
will let me stand next yon; you will let
me hold your gloves, your handkerchief
for the last time—the last time!—Oil,
Agues!”
The depth of sorrow in his voice must
have touched even her cold heart, for she
answered gently enough, although she
looked around uneasily, as if afraid of her
tyrant. But she went to the piano at
once, and was quicker than usual in tiie
little tricks wo all kuew by heart. The
Haiquis, standing beside her, was in pos
session of her gloves, her rings,. and her
handkerchief, when, all-of a sudden, Col
onel Poddleton came striding toward
him.
“I can relieve you of these,” he said,
In a rough voice. “Lady Dalrymple would
prefer my holding them—eh, Agnes?"
And, without waiting for an answer, ho
snatched the gloves aud the fan from the
astonished Marquis and scattered the
rings on the floor. There was a little stir
among us, picking them up.
The Blackers sways kept their floors
polished and carpetless, ready for danc
ing, when any foolish young men were
caught to waltz with them; aud therefore
it was easy enough to see the stones
gleamlug. on the boards. I went iu
search of one truant, when looking
round, I saw the Marquis at a little dis
tance on all-fours underatablo. He
picked up something quickly that glitter
ed like a diamond, and, to my amaze
ment. stowed it away in his pocket. The
next inlnute he left tiie room, unnoticed
In the general confusion.
There was a great deal of talking and
laughing, and then Lady Dalrymple be
gan playing again. Miss Joues came and
whispered to me that the Marquis bad
slipped away without saying good night
to any one.
“Mark iny words,” she said, “we shall
have a duel between him and the Colonel.
He was furious at the way Poddletou
treated him. Ah, Lady Dalrymple has >
deal to answer for, that she has 1 I saw
him going.out, and he was ghastly
white.”
I could hardly answer hep, I was so up
set, mid at the same time so curious to
know what would happen next. As Agnes
bad missed nothing, perhaps it was all
right; hutliowcould Idoubtthe evidence
or my own senses? And tile more I
thought of it the more I was sure that it
was a ring the Marquis had put sway.
Ar.d if it was so, and it was missed; what
was i to do?
All this time Agnes kept playing on In
a dreamy, wandering fasliiou, while the
Colonel sat behind her holding tho much-
coveted fan and the recovered rings,
Which he occasionally looked at with an
air of proprietorship which .would have
irritated me had i bean his affianced w ife.
But she did not seem to mind him; her
thoughts were evidently far awaji; and as
she kept on playing the Marquis’ favorite
airs I presume she thought him still in the
room. I saw her eyes wandering round,
searching every corner, and when she at
last stopped it 1 was with a very listless
manner that she turned to the Colonel aud
took her fan and her rings. I now looked
on with feverish anxiety. Ho gave them
to her one by one, remarking on each as
he did so. When he had: done she still
held out her baud.
“Dpn’t be anticipating," lie said sig
nificantly. “You have no more at pres
ent.”
She smiled, pietending to be embar
rassed, but persisted, saying a little pet
tishly— !
“Don’t tease me,.Col. Poddleton. Give
me my circle ring of diamond and rubies
—a gem the jewelers call—”
“Gem or no gem, it is not here,” he an
swered shortly. “You had seven rings,
and I have given you seven.”
“Where’s the use of saying that?” she
answered rather crossly. “I had eight,
and this was my best, my beauiful
ring.”
‘•Now, Agnes, are yon quite anrel—■
think.”
“I will not think about It. 1 know I had
it cn; mamma saw it, and so did Miss
Jones—she admired it on my Unger;” and
Miss Joues corroborating, there was noth
ing for it but to begin the hunt again.
Down on our knees we all went, the serv-.
ants now being called in to help. All in
vain, although some of us went at it with
a will. I poked and ferretted in every
hole and corner, but to no use, and we
had at last to give in, Mrs. Blacker
saying she would lock the door and search
again in the morning.
To say the truth, she was more quiet
and lady-llke about the matter than Lady
Dalrymple, who seemed to suspect some
of her company of purloining the ring,
and she Insisted on our all turning out our
pockets, under pretence that it might have
slipped Id; but so far the Marquis did not
occur to her, until at last an idea struck
Col. Pendleton.
“I declare I think It must be that
French fellow. What became of him?
Where did he disappear to, eh, Mrs.
Blacker? £b, Mrs. Barstowe? Hallo,
what's the matter with you?”
In spite of all my efforts I felt myself
changing color, and all eye s turned upon
me.
“She knows something,” said the odi
ous Colonel, shaking His head wisely.
“Tell the truth, Miss Barstowe; Dou’t
screen the cad. Did yon see him crib it,
eh?”
The room seemed turning round. I
thought I should faint, but 1 made an ef
fort.
“I don’t understand you, Col. Pendle
ton,” I stafnmerod oat. "I saw nothing
of any consequonce.”
“O, but you saw something—that’s evi
dent. Now, my dear Agnes, keep quiet.
I know how to manage these things. We
h*7e experience, I can tell yon, in the
army. Let every one leave the room,and
Miss Baretotve and I will have a little
conversation—a tete-a-tete;” and then the
ungentlcmanly creature laughed one of
his great horse-laughs; aud this laugh,
together with the idea of being cross-ex
amined by such a wretch, made me feel
quite hysterica), and I began to cry. Then
dear kind Miss Jones spoke up, and said
I should not be worried, and Mrs. Black
er also interfered; and they took me into
the little drawing-room aud put me on
the sofa, and between them they got out
of me all I kuew. I mad » Mrs. Blacker
promise she would do nothing about it
until next morning, and until she waa
quite, quite sure the ring was not in the
house, and Mist Jones said the would be
silent as the grave.
But, oh dear, bow miserable I was
when I got home, and hadn’t even moth
er to tell it all to, for she was sound
asleep. It seemed to me such s ter
rible thing that I was tbe'one to brand the
Marquis as a thief, and ft did seem so
hard that I should have been the one to
see him do what waa no doubt suspicious,
for, turn it over as I might, I couldn’t
conceal that from myself. It had an ug
ly look, there was no denying it; but, oh
dear, what should I do if I had to swear
to it in open court before judge and
jury ? I grew quite cold all over at the
thought.
It was quite early dawn when an idea
suddenly struck me. I would warn the
Marqu;s; if he returned the ring, all
would he right. ■ 1 got up aud dressed
myself; then I sat down and I wrote a
few words. It was a very difficult letter
to write, but I worded it as delicately as
I could. I affected it to think it a Joke or
something. When I had it written I tied
a thick veil over my face, and with moth
er’s fur cloak over me, I slipped out of
the house aud down the hiii to the lower
town, where the Marquis lived overSkimpi
the grocer’s. A* I drew near my courage
began to fall me. What if Mrs. Skimps
were looking out, and were to see me put
ting in a letter for the Marquis at this
hour of the morning ? Why, in such a
place as Weston my character wouldn’t
be worth three pins! £ was still hesilatiug,
when’the side door—the private one—
opened, and who should couie out but the
Marquis himself! He carried in his hand
a little valise, aud he had a slouched hat
all over his eyes; he shut the door to very
softfy, aud turned away in the direction
of the railway. My heart stood still, aud
would you believe it?- -thetears actual
ly came Into my eves. It seemed to me
such a terrible thing that a gentleman
like the Marquis should stoop to such a
low crime a* robbery- . But who could
doubt it now? But I was uot one to stop
him if be was trying to escape, so I let
him go, ’ ’
When tho news was known that day
the whole place was in commotion. It
was iu vain Skimps protested that the
Marquis had always intended leaving by
the early train, that ho had seut bislug-
gage on the Jday before, and that he was
a most honorable gentleman and had paid
his bills regular. No one minded him.
There was a universal howl against the
MarquU,and Col.Poddletou went upon the
afternoon train to Loudou aud set the de
tectives on his track. For days I lived in
terror lest he should be taken, and that I
should be brought in evidence against
him; but days aud weeks went by, aud
nothing was beard of him. .All the same,
my nerves were greatly shattered. Besides
the reproach I felt at having betrayed the
unfortunate Marquis, my wife was a bur-
den to me, owing to this business. Every
body seeme 1 to tkiuk it was our fault,
mother's aqd mine. Even at the Deanery
I heard they talked of our “imprudence,”
which was too bad considering they had
introduced him. That dreadful Col
onel Pendleton never let it go; he was al
ways bringing up the story, and jeering
at ms in his dreadful loud voice even
ions after Agnes. Dalrymple had mar
ried biui, aud people were beginning to
forget it. I declare I got to dread the
sightlof hira coming into a room. Atlast
mother said it would be far better for us
to go away for a bit. It was tho year of
the Paris Exposition, and little Miss Jones
proposed tlxu she and I should take a
trip there, while mother went to Letty at
Bath. It all fitted in very nicely; for
Miss Jones had a cousin who kept a
boarding house, or pension as they called
it, fn the Rue Neuve St. Augustine; there
we went, and very comfortable we were.
Mrs. Reid was quite the lady; and‘her
connections being all first rate, we bad
pleasant society every evening, with mu
sic, cards, and sometimes dancing. The
relief, too, of hearing nothing about the
Marquis’ story was quite settiug me up,
and when I bought a Paris bonnet I
looked, Mis* Jones said, ten years young-
tbat It may catch his eye, and that he may
know how very much I have suffered.
many foreigners, and they came and went
in that nice way they have. Thero was
music in one room and cards in another,
and everything was going on as pleasant
as possible, when old Mrs. Reid came to
me. - ;r .ji
“There is a gentleman here knows yon
very well,” she said. And looking up,
who should I see standing before me,
with his hand out, but the Marquis him
self?
I declare tbo whole room seemed to me
to go round. Miss Jones said afterward
she thought I was going to faint. I be
haved splendidly, she said; but I only
acted on the spur ot the moment.
“I haven’t the pleasure of your ac
quaintance, sir,” £ said. “It Is a mis
take.”
“A mistake!—nonsense!” be said. And
I declare, although I knew him to be a
thief, my neart went out to bis nice kind
voice. “Why, Miss Barstowe,” he said,
“don’t you know me ? And there’s. Miss
Jones.”
“I do not know you, sir,” I»repeated;
“and I don’t wish to know yon, neither
does Miss Joues.” .
I was trembling all over, and Miss
Jones murmured, “Impertinent swind
led” But 1 don’t know if he heard her.
He looked at us both very steadily,
and then made us a bow—a very low
one.
“It shall be as you like,ladles,” he said!
and turned away. ■ ,i .
I felt a great lump in my throat; and,
as I am inclined to nervous hysterics, I
thought It better to get away to my
room. And presently Miss Jones came,
and then Mrs. Reid. They were most
kind to me, for I was very hysterical in
deed. It did seem to me, as it were, so
hard that it was put on me to be always
bis evil genius. I squeezed Miss Joues’
finger not to tell Mrs, Reid. But she
said:
“Jemima, it is only fair to put Alicia
ou her guard. She won’t believe thatthe
Marquis could do such a thing.”
“He is a gentleman of the highest re
spectability, my dear Miss Bsrstoire,’ one
of the old Legitimist families.”
“Aud Col. Poddleton said he was a
pretender,” I said, through my tears.
“All the same he stole Agnes Dalrym-
ple'a ring,” Mitt Jones returned. “Surely.
Jemima, you saw It with your own eyes.”
“It might be kleptomania,” I mur
mured.
“Nonsense, my dear. He could have
seat it back.’!
“I really think, Miss Barstowe, it must
be some mistake,” remarked Mrs. Reid.
But, you kuow, I couldn’t say that. And
we weut all over the story again; and
Mrs. Reid had to confess it had a very ug
ly look; but I made her promise not to
let it go any further.
We left Paris next morning, after what
had happened, indeed, ‘I did not care to
stay; but all the pleasure of my trip was
spoiled to me my this last episode. We
fouud mother back again in Royal Cres
cent. And almost the first thing she said
to me was:
“Jemima, I have a great piece of news
for yon 1 guess, now 1”
Of course, I could not—who ever can 1
As for Miss Jones, she guessed ths most
impossible things. She always does the
same with riddles. Mother, continuing to
smile, came out with it at last.
“Agnes Dalrymple has found her ring!”
she said. “The Marquis’ ring 1”
“Where ?”
“Just imagine—In the skirt she wore
that evening. It fall among the quillings;
and there it lay till the dress was unpacked
the other day. They are in the greatest
glee over it.”
Miss Jones and I looked at one another
aghast. Was there never to be an end to
the business ?
Of course, I wrote at once to Mrs. Reid,
telling her bow wrong the whole story
was. I bear she calls us two meddlaaome
old maids.
But 1 had no way of explaining ths mat
ter to the Marquis. I could not recall tha
words I bad said; and, although I daresay
ba did not care, still it pains me.
I should Uke to see him once more, Just
to tell him bow sorry I am; bat I suppose
we shall never meet again. And that is
why I have written this, in the faint hope
’
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■ GUtTEA V AN Mitt tEU.
DMUriBRThst He ■■!■ She Heads *r
Use Lord sod Use Polleo.
Special Dispatch , to the Philadelphia Times
Washington, November 20—An in
terview had with Guiteau this afternoon,
will be pu Risked in the Post io the morn
ing. On entering the jail the reporter
found the main corridors well filleu with
men and women, most of them of social
staudiug, each one tired with a desire to
see the most, noted criminal of the nine
teenth century.
‘Visitors have been coming aud going
all the day,” said one of the deDuty
wardens. "Only a few of them, however,
caught even s glimpse of Gniteau. He
has kept closely to his cell and seems to
be in a meditative mood. Religious ser
vices were held in the jail this morning,
but Guiteau lock no Interest therein. He
remained in his cell.”
“Does your wound hart you ?” asked
the reporter of Guiteau. J
“Not iu the least,” replied the assassin.
“Why, it’s a mere abrasion. It didn’t
hurt from the first. The man intended
to kill me, but the Lord interposed and
saved me from harm. Take a look at the
wound.”
Here the assassin pulled off his coat
and rolled up the shirt sleeve eovering his
left srm. Right in the crotch ef the elbow
was an abrasiou that looked like a slight
bump. A ten-ceut piece woald have hid
it from sight.
“By the way,” continued the assassin,
“all tbe Washington papers have done me
a gross injustice in reporting that during
the trjal yesterday I smiliugiy handled
the section of President Garfield’s back
bone introduced in evidence.”'
“Did you critically examine the ghastly
relic?” asked the reporter.
“1 did dot,” .-aid the assassin, in an
earnest-voice. “My counsel, Mr. SJco-
ville, had-it in bis hands and it attracted
my attention. I softly whispered to him:
‘Is that part of Garfield's bones?’ and Mr.
Scovilie nodded his head in tbo affirma
tive. 1 did not poke my finger in tbe
hole; didn’t even point wy finger at the
boue. ’ I want you to make tbia correction
for me. Tbe report as published tends to
incense the people agalust me.”
"Did you have any acquaintance with
Bill Jones,, the man uuder arrest for try
ing to kill you?”
“I never saw and and don’t want to see
him or anyone else or bia stripe. He
must be a lunatic or a bushwhacker.”
OUtTEAU NOT AFRAID., , , 'i, _
“Do you stand in dread of any further
attempts on yottr life!
,“I have no anxiety as to the future. I
am in no fear. The Lord and the metro
politan, police’ win guard me from all
harm. The Lord , will protect me in the
future as He has preserved me in the
past. He is usiDg toese people to serve
His purpose, and hence comes my pro
tection. The issues of life and death,
you kuow, are in His hands, and He nev
er iu working out His plans gives much
reference to the will or man.”
“If tbe Lord guards you with such ten
der care; why was it the attempt on your
life op Saturday afternoon threw you into
At COLP-BLOOSEO M VttDKM,
such street fear?”
The last day af our stay Mrs. Reid had “I was not thrown into any fear. The I om »i*ini,“ T)7e"dead
a little party for us. There were a great report was false and slattderdos. WBefi vacclnaiedkaaty, andth
. -7t —...i, . r » I hefcrdthe shot! thought that oue of the - - -
guards had shot himself. Then the
nones took fright and ran away. Why,
they made the old van buzz. That, of
course, caused me considerable trepida
tion, but Lwas not frightened.”
“Will you appeal to the court for addi
tional protection ?”
“I undoubtedly shall, If the additional
protection is not granted without such ap
peal, as I am Informed It will be.' I want
not leu than six or eight mounted police
men to guard the vanTrom the jail to the
court and Ingoing from the court back to
the jail m the afternoon. Heretofore the
mounted police have only accompanied
the van in the morning.”
“Do yon intend to make an address to
tbe court in morning ?"
“I have no such intention. I don’t in
tend to make any more set speeches. I
will in the future get in my work on the
sly by seasonable interruptions and inter
jections.”
“Your lawyers aud the court may bare
something to say on the subject,” suggest
ed the reporter.
“Yon can just put it down,” retorted
the assassin, “that I am not going to be
muzzled by any suggestion of my counsel
or by any ruling of the court. I may
have to say somethlug to the court
in tbe morning, however,” continued the
assaaslo, after a brief meditation. “You
see, I understand that Mr ScovUle ob
jects to Mr. Robinson’s cross-examination
of the doctors. Now I want them to be
rigidly cross-examined.”
THE UALPBACTICE PLEA.
Warden Crocker here interposed an ob
jection. He did not think the prisoner
should enter into criticism of the conduct
of his counsel. “I just want to say this,”
quickly put in tha assassin, “tbe doctors
must tell their story in full. As I said in
open court, I admit tbe shooting but deny
the killing. Why, tbo doctors killed tbe
President, and I intend that they shall
1 lUSIUUUli AUU A lUtCIJU (.OBt Mej 8uf
share wltn me the odium of bia death.”
“Du you Intend to insist on tbe plea of
malpractice ?” asked tbe reporter.
“I do not,” answered tbe assassin; “I
solely rest my fate on the plea of insan
ity.”
“Do you really consider your act an In
sane one?”
“I most certainly do. The taking off of
President Garfield, from its beginning to
Us end, was an insane act.”
“You surely do not maintain that you
are Insane at this moment?”
“1 maintain—” Here Warden Crocker
emphatically put his official foot down
upon any continuation of the trial.
Tbe guards say that Guiteau pasted a
quiet night and baa talked but little. He
spends the moat of bis time in reading
and writing. Tbe guards alto say that
while he appears perfectly calm and com
posed he exhibits great apprehension
about to-morrow and that be does not ap
pear to be quite satisfied that be will
escape violence. There are various ru
mors in circulation in the eastern part of
tbe city regarding attempts which will be
made to shoot the prisoner. Many per
sons believe that eoneerted action with
that result in view bss been taken since
the trial commenced.
The Prudent Boarder.
das Francisco Poet
A new boarder at the Occidental gaaad
fixedly at bis plate the other morning, and
then Mid:
“Is there a reliable physician stopping in
ihit bOQM ?”
“Tessir,” said the waiter.
“Good surgeon, too; eh ?”
“Bulifve so, sir.”
“Than just ses if hs is in his room before
I start on this breakfast. I had a brother
choked to death on a steak like that ones,
and I’m bound to take all tha necessary
precautions.
AUfWrSmllEsrsta.
Washington Poet.
In the rsoent suits for libel against ths
Boston Post and the Boston Journal,where
tha plaintiff asked pecuniary redress for
having been alluded to in these papers as a
"thief,” tbe jury awarded him $21 in one
case and $31 in the other. Bach a verdict
would imply that, although the feet of the
plaintiff’s being a thief was not fully sub
stantiated, it might as well have been.
Fifty dollars between larceny alleged and
laroeay committed is a mighty small mar
gin for »n honest man to run on.
A Conspiracy to Kill a Ban la Order
to Bwiattle She Ii
paales—The Scheme Carried Oat
aa to the Border, bat Slashed aete
the Payment mi the Boasy.
hew Fork World.
A remarkable story of attempted
swindling. Involving a cold-blooded mur
der, was told to a World reporter yester
day at the office of the Mutual Life In
surance Company. The principal actor
In it has not yet been apprehended, bat
the detectives are on his track and it is
expected that he will be captured very
soon. All tbe documents in this daring
scheme, the photographs of the actors and
their victim, tbe letters which he
and they wrote, are in the possession of
the company, and were seen yesterday by
the reporter. The story, biiefly told, is
as follows:
In December, 1878, John W. Hillman
made applications for insurance on bis
life at Lawrence, Kansas, in tbe offices of
the Mutual, ot New York, and tbe Con
necticut Mutual Life Insurance com
panies. The applications were forward
ed to tbe home offices, and in the same
month he was insured ior $25,000—S 10,000
in each of the New York companies and
$5,000 In the Connecticut Mutual. He
paid the first quarterly premium to the
three comranies, and then started for the
far West, ostensibly for the purpose of es
tablishing a cattle ranch. A companion
started with him, named John H. Brown.
While crossing tbe prairies they met a
young tsau named Frederick A. Walters,
whom Ililiman hired to accompany them
and to tend tbe cattle on tbe ranch. On
the evening of March 16, 1870, the party
camped a few miles outside of Medicine
Lodge, Barbour county, Kansas. The
following morning Brown came into the
village and announced that bis friend
Hillman bad been accidentally shot while
removing some goods from tbe wagon. A
dbroner’s jury waa empaneled and
weut out to the camping ground, where
Brown narrated the story of tbe shooting.
He said that Hillman and himself bad
been traveling together without any com
panion in search of a cattle ranch. A
verdict of accidental death was rendered,
and the body was buried in the cemetery
at Medicine Lodge. Walters bad disap
peared, and nothing was beard of him.
investigating the shooting.
When the news of Hillman's death wu
brought to his friends in Lawrence they
refused to believe tbe theory of accidental
shooting, and bad the body exbumed and
brought home. Another inquest wu
held and an examination of tbe body re
vealed the fact that it wu not that of
Hillman. Tbe insurance companies
agreed to act together and sift the matter
to tbe bottom. They baiieved that Hill
man wu still alive, and that be and
Brown bad procured a corpse for the pur
pose of. securing the insurance. Tbe
dead mam was not Uke Hillman; his hair
wm curly end came down around Ms
face, while Hillman’s wu quite straight
and brushed back from his forehead.
The dead man had the usual number of
teeth, wb'Te Hillman wu known to have
man -bad been
.. aodthajaur wa his am
wu quit* fresh and sore. jSTflmaa bad
also been vaccinated just before starting
on his trip, but tbe doctors certified that
the scar on Hillman’s body must have be
come cicatrised by that time. Tbe dead
body wu taller than Hillman’s, and it
wu remembered that Hillman had tried
to get bis height falsified while under
going the medical examination at the in
surance companies’ offices. Tbe fatal
wound also wu one which could hardly
have been inflicted in the manner de
scribed by Brown, and the latter had
become very much confuted at the inquest
in narrating the details of the occurrence.
Altogether U wu evident that the dead
man wu not Hillman, but who he wu
remained a mystery.
THE DEAD MAN IDENTIFIED.
A photograph of the corpse wu taken
aud unt to various places. It wu first
recognised at Fort Madison, la., u that
of Frederick A. Waiters, the man who
bad joined Brown and Hillman on their
supposed search for a cattle ranch. When
the photograph was shown to Walter’s
lather be at once recognized tbe features
u those of his son. He took it home
with him, and, accidentally dropping it
from his pocket, it wu seen by bis wife
and daughter, who at once buret into
tears. Several letters of Walters were
also found. One to bis sweetheart in
Fort Madison, whom be addressed u
“Dearest Alvin,” stated that
he wu going West with a
man named Hillman, who owned a large
cattle ranch, and who bad agreed to give
him very liberal wagea for his services.
He told her to remain constant to him aud
he would return lu a tew months with
enough money for their marriage.
Walters’ brother, C. B. Wal
ters, described the body before seeing it,
and said that there wu a mole about the
size of a pea on tbe left leg. The body
fully answered bis description, even to the
small mole. This left no doubt that the
body wu that of Walton, and that be
bad been killed by Hillman and Brown
u a substitute for tbe former’s body in
order to secure tbe insurance money.
CONFESSION BY ONE OF THE CONSP1BA-
TOKS.
Brown wu arrested and made a full con-
foMioo,in Sept. 1870,in Platte county,Mis
souri, saying that tbe proceeding wu part
of a scheme to defraud the insurance
companies. He said he wu acquainted
with all tbe parties to the scheme. They
were Hillman, Levi Baldwin, Hillman’s
father-in-law, Mrs. Baldwin and himself.
Baldwin furnished tbs money for the op
erations. Hillman wu lo insure his life
for $15,000, and Brown and he were to
find a body to palm off on the insurance
companies. It wu afterwards decided to
have Hillman insured for $25,000. “We
had no definite plans for the finding of a
body, bat tuppceed we could easily get
one. We made a trip in the latter part of
Dec. 1878, from Wicbila to the West dur
ing a heavy show storm, hoping to find
some person frozen to death on the road,
but did not succeed. Hlliinau and I were
alone on that trip. On the 5th ot March
we started on a second trip. On this trip
we felt in with Wallers, whom Hillman
hired to work on a ranch. Hillman said
that Waiter* would make a good body
for tbe insurance companies. I told him
tbe body wu not like his, and that it
would not do, and I also protested against
the taking of Walters’ life, u murder wu
not part of our agreement. Hillman
liked tbe idea, however, and pains were
taken that not more than two of us should
be teen around the wagon. One of us
wu always inside.
"Hillman bad bun vaccinated before
we left on this trip, and one day he ad
vised Walters to get vaccinated, u there
would be danger of small-pox in the re
gion where we were going. Walters con
sented and Hillman vaccinated him with
a penknife, taking tbe matter from his
own arm. This wu relied upon to help
establish tha identity of Walters u Hill
man also traded off hie clothes with
Walters. He gave Walters a lot of un
derclothing ana then traded his outside
garments. Walters wu an easy going,
stupid sort of fe>k>w. He said that his
name wu Berkley or Burchell. We
mind to kill him. I did not
want to become intimate with
him. On the evening we got to camp
on the 10th of March, Joe wu sitting by
the fire. I was at the wagon, trying to
get out some things, when I heard a re
port and saw the man wu shot. Hillman
dragged tbe body to one side aud put one
of Ills own books in tbe dead man’s
pocket. He then took Joe’s valise and
went off. He wu about to tell me where
be wu going, but I told bim I did not
want to know, u 1 could find ont soon
enough. I have never heard of bim sinoa.
Mrs. Hillman hu said to roe since iben
that she knew where he wu. I also
beard that be wa> traveling under the
name of William Moss. Baldwin and his
wife knew all about thisi” '
SEARCHING FOR THE CHIEF CRIMINAL..
Subsequently Brown escaped and re
tracted bis confession, saying tbat he bad
been induced to make it'by tbe lawyers
for tbe insurance companies, who, he
said, had told him tbat if he would
make It, and Mrs. Hillman would deliver
the policies to the companies
be would be permitted to go free. Mia.
Hillman did surrender the policies
and confessed that she knew her husband
was-alive. The Baldwins, Mrs. Hillman
and Brown have since disappeared and no
trace of them has been foqnd. Hill
man himself has be»n frequently seen
since theu, and the he is known to be in
some of tbe mining cusps around Lead-
vilie- The companies have detectives on
bis track, and they receive reports of the
hunt. Hillman is said to bo a typical
Western bravo, and it js surmised tbat tbo
detectives are more afraid of him than da-
si ro us of gainiug the reward for Ids cap
ture.
physicians, wbcee sueeeu Is
sued fie influence of these
„ _ Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup skiilfally
always called hhn Joe. I never made free Jed for_ Immediate use, it foe salt
I with him after Hillman bad mads up bis | druggists.
A Friendly Uuu.
From the Brooklj » Eagle.
“flay, mister!” said a fall, sunburned
man with- a wide brimmed hat, as he
edged bis way into the managing editor’s
room yesterday afternoon. “Say, mister,
do you kuow anything about keards ?”
“Why, yes,” responded the editor, “I
know haw to play ‘everlasting’ and fold
maid’ and things of tbat kind; why?”
'That’s Just what I want to ask about.
Now, iu playing fold maid,’ suppose tbs
man who bolds the aga autre, aud passes
on tbe draw; wboee bet is it?”
“That isn’t tiie way 1 play it,” said the
editor. "In my game tbe player who has
aqueeu after the other cards are played
is tbo fold maid.’ ”
“Perhaps it’s ‘everlasting’ that I’m
thinking of,” mused tbe stranger. “Sup
pose in •everlasting’ yon should catch an
old maid on the draw and when tbe rest
of the keards was played you found you
hadn’t filled. What then ?”
"I don’t see how that question ■ could
arise in tbat game,” said the editor.
“Maybe you are talking of the game of
SpOkfe’” >m*i.liVf la'i cl
“‘Poker!’ what’s tbat?” asked tbe
stranger, looking up in innocent surprise.
“That’s where they have ages and fulls
and that sort of thing.”
"Do you know how to play It, stran
ger?” asked the tall man, drawing ont a
pack of cards. “Will yon show me how?”
Tiie editor ran over tbe cards and dealt
two hands rapidly.
“Now,” he exclaimed, "two pairs beat
one pair, three of a kind beat two, a flush
heat* th ere and four of a kind beat a
flush. What have you got?”
The stranger laid down a mixed hand
and the editor explained that it was worth
less, as his own hand held a pair.
“Letnuie deal ’em once,” said tha
stranger, running them off clumsily.
“Five each?”
“Yes,” replied tha editor, teeing that
he had got hold of a sharper and making up
his mind to teach him a lesson. “Five
each.”
“Now, what do we do?” asked tbe
sharper. ,
"If we were betting, I’d have to ante a
dollar and you’d cover it with two. Then
if I wanted to couie in I’d plank another
dollar, and then ——”
“Hold on! bold on! don’t go so fast.
You put two dollars at different times and
I put up two all at unoe. Tbat it?”
“Yes, and then we draw.”
“Lo’s try it once for fon, if you don’t
mind,” said the sharper with unnatural
eagerness.
"All right,” smiled the editor, and ha
threw two dollars ou the table, which
were promptly covered.
“Now you my we draw/ How many
do I take?”
"You may take what you like, I don’t
want any,” replied the editor. ‘‘I stand
paL”
“Then l’il take one keard. Do we bet
now?”
“Yes.”
Tbe strauger bet cautiously, and tbe
editor raised bim, and was seen until there
were fifteen dollars wagered, though
there was no money up, beyond tbe ante.
“I reckon I won’t bet any more,” said
the stranger, timidly—“who beat?” and
he laid down four acre.
"I beat you,” said tbe managing editor,
and he laid down a straight flush. “You
owe me fifteen dollars.”
Tbe strauger looked at tbe cards some
time and then dashed bis fist on tbe table.
"You played fair, did ye?”
“I did," replied tbe editor.
Slowly tbe stranger pulled out a greasy
wallet and laid down a twsnly dollar bill.
Tbe editor gave bim the change, and
the man went out, still running over tbe
cards sud wondering bow It happened.
“I thought he was a sharp and be was
only a flat,” said tha editor, explaining
tbe circumstance later to tbe cashier, as be
banded in the twenty for change.
“Like to oblige yon, old boy," smiled
the cashier, “but that twenty Is a coun
terfeit.”
Parties having business w‘U> tbe man
aging editor for a week or two will please
come armed.
FisnilMCspiM to UMJsak Whop
Washington Correepsndeaoetf.
The reeklees extrevaganoe of Congress
in voting appropriations for printing
would amaze tha honest, plain people of
the country if they could see the sight I
witnessed to-day. Indeed, for some days
past I had noticed, in passing, soma labor
ers engaged in packing up public docu
ments in bags, in one of tbe dark rooms
under the bouse of representatives. To
day I had tbe curiosity to inquire ot a la
borer what it meant, and 1 learned from
him that the documents were being thus
packed up to be sent to a man who had
purchased them for waste paper. Some
wagon loads were already packed io bags
and piled in the hall under the House, and
tbe work seemed to be only e little more
than half done. Tbe room bad been peak
ed from floor to roiling, and from the door
to the farther end. I examined some of
the books aa they protruded from the ends
of tbe bags, and found them to be hand
some]/ printed public documents of va
rious kinds, and mostly illustrated with
mape, charts, pictures, and diagrams. I
inquired of the laborer what was tbs did-
ber or quantity of the books thus to be dis
posed of, to which be replied that they
were supposed to weigh about twenty thoa-
sTnd pounds, or tea tons. They are sold
at two and a half eents per pound. At this
rate they wifi bring beck about MOO of tha
many thousands that they oast tha people.
The components of Dr. Bull’s Cough
Svrup are dally prescribed by the ablest