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14 ESSENCE OF ROSES. By Harriett Prewrotl Rpoffortf. tCopyrlght, I*®. by Harriett Prearott ford.) "Rwews!.,, c .iil ft." li'.S tb* •wee* vote* from th# depth* of the *un bonnet. "But It come* over the •till, drop by drop.” And down the irtnitham vl*t you saw a fare a* aweet a* a ro*e lt*elf, but a faded, a withered roee. For Rally Lavender, wRh the lon* preeanro of her trouble* bad fallen Into the aere leaf. But If not much of the beauty of her youth waa left, a* I heard my mother aay. there bat *rown In her face an other port of beauty that even to the •ye of a child waa loveliness. Ith u*ed lo come down to the port, from the shore, above, avery now and again, sometime* on the milkman's wag on. aometimee In a boat that chanced lo be rowing by, and that gave her a breath of cool refreshment on the slipping tide, wlih aalt amelia from the bar beyond, ■nd a feeling of retnoemess from all h r care*, matting calls presently on certain customers who rarely falbsl her. The basket that she brought waa always n Stare of delight to the children who knew her gentle ways and loved the odors that her wares diffused When Jerry Johns, the burly 8' otch peddler, lumbered atone with hts lustre* and botnbazTfr** and smuggled lacee, naughty children hid Where they might, leet they ahoukl be sent off tn hts peck, but not lo the naughtiest child of ua all. my cousin, Lasler, for Instance, would Sally Lavm gar's basket any sort of threat. There were wonderful thirties in that basket. Titer* were not only the "dl • volo” of the chicken bone, dreaeed In red •nd skipping ncross the table, end the doll ms le of burdock burn, and choice Mis of sprue* gum, nnd tiny pitcher* carved from cherry stones and peach pita. % $ orter hav& sav&J from if in the beginning:' fcit km *m lh motl MlNnutl; por fumad enrdlaD. anil dried ross Invu for Jars of potpourri. and lit*ls glasses of •trange jam made from sea moaa and winter berries, and there was candy, a concoction of sugar and cider, that made the mourn water beforehand. (Handing at her side and peeping Into her basket as ah# sat down with It on her knee, while your mother brought her a cup of tea. was Ilka making acquaintance with far foreign countries, so rich and Orien tal to the childish fancy were the scents. Of them all. however, the rosewater might be called her specialty; she had the moat of her ltille revenua from that, hut she often gars us a tiny flask of It that made our upper bureau drawers a sort of garden of Kden for month*, and wo put a drop or two of It on our hand kerchiefs Sundays, or gave the flask to one another on birthdays and itctl' id It back when our own birthdays came. "X distilled It myself, ma’am." said Sal ly In her pretty breathless way. "Every drop. And It’s fresh. And I think It's sweeter that so much of n'a from the wild roses of the wayside nnd Ihe new buds of ths sweetbrler leaf—that gives M a tang you don't often And tn rone watsr. I don’t know what Td do without my still. 'Twas grandmother's. and hero nfore her. I’ve used the boteles you gtye me. ma’am. And I’ve stretched a hit of bladder over the mouth, an’ the kid of the glove# you give me. too—and It was kind of you. ma’am—and I’ve tried It with little missy’s ribbons An’ don't you think It looks real tasty? I guess It’ll bring me In quite n tidy Ml of money, maybe enough for the winter's coal. For you'know, ma’am. I can’t ex pert-I can't let—O, he’s so poorly. Rut he's as quid now as a baby He's like a dear child ” And she pansed. lifting her beautiful brown eyes to my mother’s face. And my mother knew that then she was thinking of Polly, the little spite who hail seemed more elf than child, anil who. If she had not developed In her brief life all of Humphrey's madness, had yet almwn something like the ethereal flame of that strange Insanity of hi* and of his mother's before him . I suppose nil the shorn people thought, as I knew my mother did, that It was fortunate for Ral ly that her Polly was at rest. But Sal ly never left off lutesing those ardent em braces of the IMtle arms, that passion of tears and kisses after the wild freaks; and she always felt as If Polly had been n* fraudvd of her ahara of life, and In gome blind way as H she had harself fWrauded her—perhaps In giving her ktrih, since Humphrey was her father. Rut Humphrey himself was quite enough In those days for Hally’s hands, tllh Ihe disordered blase of hla brain ■feurnsd down into imbecility. Now, his old rages over, he followed hi* wife round Mke some household animal, forgetting tn ent unless ah* fed him. forgettlog his ap>*ch. forgetting everything but hta love for her. He went out with her on rum ble* tsrma a wrest arud lana tn attest of her simple*, protecting her from anv chance trouble by the mighty strength with which be would have fellen like a wild beast on any one who annoyed her, reaching things beyond her. end carrying bags and baskata mini wtrh the berries and herbs and flowers that she used In her little still. "It la like t’na and the Uon.” said my mother, when down a woody way one summer day we met her and her shaggy companion. "But, O. such a sad and asw ry, such an old nnd faded Una." Rhe had signed for m to pass her with out notice, fearing, perhaps, an ou'bneK from Humphrey, for tie had long aim * experienced the hot pang of eeelntr that all her little worst knew or Humphrey’s rood if ion and. although the ping had hardly grown Ml with time, yet she ha t at hist th* relief of no longer trying to conceal It “Though the dear I/wd knows,” she said once, with a gush of tears, when she .ind my mother were skate together, "I’d have died to keep It dark!” "Well, well.” said Iry Hodge, oe he sat at the open wln<tow amt saw them going homo in th* warm sunset, "what a life time—ye*. * lifetime of— of Borrow, a* you may aay. Humphrey I.a vender made his hilly when he married her." ‘‘An’ married her bein’ know®’ to It,” •aid Ann. •’Knowln’ to arbatT” eaid little Mather, so named In noble defense to a prede cessor; ihe boy having Just come In from driving home a cow. ■ K-~w:a* hu ms-.tiler's sos had r.o risfc; to marry no one—” "Any one, my dear. That la to eay—” "Any one or no one. It’s nil the same thing! There, sonny, do run nlong! If you wasn’t alius askin’ question* you’d know a* much as your father some day!" "But all the aitßio," continued Iry, Ig noring his wife’s trrllaiion. "I can’t, no, 1 can't really ray that Humphrey was to —to blame, that Is,’’ a little dry cough punHuatlug his words for him "For the doctors, yes. the doctor* 1 suppose It is. hadn't then come to the—the oouclu sios*—” "O. well, he knew he'd gone wrong more'n Once, an’ might again But, good ness me. It don't matter, for Hnllt'd ruth er'n not! What’s that you got, Mather?" "Halt. Humphrey give It to me to put mi the birds’ rails to catch 'em. Be done It up (n papers for me if I'd he good an’ not mtse school. But I’m goin' to give It to Ivaro. "Iklß’l no good—’* "Wbat the reason you’re goto' to glva It to Pave?” "You can’t get near enough, you know." s.ild the rosy urchin, looking up In wondering simplicity, and opening hla rod. pudgy flat that, with all Its hot moisture and grime, Ann could have kissed, always ashamed, though, she w.i* ol the passion of tenderness In her heart and hiding It under a tart tongue. "You never do." said Iry, rather sol enmlv. "You ain't the float oac. my son —h'm-to And out that you never do—as It were—get quite near enough to your hints to-to catch them. H'm.” "I’d like to. though." mid Mather. ’’An' you might get a tail-feather, you know,’’ ‘ You might," said his father, with tho lltrle dry cough again. Anti as Ann stirred about getting supper, vexed at xhe know not what, the honeysuckle odo.w coming in the window, the *meii of the smoke from the pine kindling* sue had a vssue reeling that Iry had not realised all hla Ideals, and she put some more shortening into the biscuit. But Ann was right about Rally. For her own sake. Rally Imd not a regret. In her sacrlrtclal spirit It would have seemed a hardship had any other guarded Hum phrey—one who might have hern less ten der with him. one who mtgtit have made the shame and trouble and poverty a re proach to him—one who might have dons as iry Hodge had wanted, and hnve put him away to lonely misery in a mad house. Although Sally had soothed him In hls wild morels.and now that the flames were ashes tended him In hls hnif-tmberlle ones, yet In some Inexplicable way her mother-yearning was still her wifely love; he was Ihe husband of her youth; and she fared along patiently, aa If expecting that ' one day he should be released from Ihe spell, come out from Ihe disguise he wore and be attain Ihe splendid being h once had seemed to her "At any rate, he will be." the said one* to Ann, "In that other country when • get there. And you can’t ayjn-ler at n* !-+>j forward to It —an’ leaaa nothin bare;' Sometimes Humphrey had long, heavy THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 2,1900. slumber* of a day and night, and It waa In such opportunities that Rally would get down to th* port with Ihe basket of her accumulated treasuree; being able ordi narily neither !a take Humphrey with her nor to kav* him • behind: while none of th# content* of the basket would have been disposed of had he been aware of It. for he concentrated on them all the In terest he might have felt In the affair# of the world at large, had he been himself Terhaiw yon would not have wondered nt this, had you ever tasted a certain con serve that Sally made of rosehips and honey, or her sweet anil fiery cherry cor dial, or had you drenched e corner of your I’gt in tlu cologne of her comfg>ond!ug And none of these things did Sally ever refuse Humphrey; although she could not help crying when ahe came home one day and lound the whole house as If a storm h.l blown through It. and discovered that he had brought In the schoolboys, ami hail made away with everythin* she had pr-*~ pared, and from the sale of which ah* had expected to satisfy their atrople wanla for half the year. Humphrey saw her cry. He knew It was on account of ht* misdeed. He eoukl not understand that Rally nhnuWt deny him anything, but the atght of her tear* wrought him lo a fury He rushed lo the little still tn Ihe pantry, to destroy It. teirtly In temper, partly perhaps that Its products should never agntn tempt him to hurt her. partly with Irresponsible out break. "O. Humphrey, Humphrey: Don’t touch It! O, the at 111. the still!" cried Rally, throwing herself before him. For there was not another still lo bo found and if anything happened to this tbe want that would befall them appalled her In awlft fancy. Tb* essence of roeea (hat dripped through It. the poor. weals. cordial spirit that she distilled there—lt was the only thing between them and the alms house. For the conserve, the candles, the carved trifles, signified nothing beside those dainty vials of perfume and of lonic that made bar welcome to young girl and housewife, and mads the children feet as If the gales of Araby ths blest Mew about her as she walked. Humphreys turned to look at her and paused with the hammer In hls lifted hand; and Rally gently loosened hls An gers till they dropped It. sad then she put hht arm about her shoulder and led him away, her lips still trembling, her face white And from that day Humphreys made himself ths keeper of the miserable little affair, and although with none to molest him, compassed In one sll the wstchfulnsas of the three heads of Cct verus. "1 like to treat the hoys," he said half whimperingly to Roily that night, waking her from sleep to say It, "Well, dear,” she answer'd dreamily, although she meant to hldo her future store. "They’re good toys. Rally. They thought tho jam wa# ane Bo did I. They put the rosewater on thetr hair, an’ slicked up. They like the cherry bounce. I’m—l’m a little—’worn’t Just the thing to treat hoys to. was It. Rally? It sometimes makes me feel mvself as If—as If. you know, the world was going nround the other way. 1 ihoucht-afterward. 1 thought- twouM msybe strike them silly. You listening. Rally? 1 like to treat the toys. They’re Just the age our Folly was Rally! What’s become of FollyT’ And then Hilly cntiM etwlure no more, and broke Into hitter weeping. and Humphrey sitting up In bed. took her In hls arms and rocked to and fro, Mr eyes blazing In the moonlight that stream, ed over them, and looking like a wild man of the woods, with a white, thin, helpless creature in hls arms. By and by, In a pnusc of her so ha. Rally found that, still holding her. Humphrey was asleep. She freed herself, and pulling the Pillows round to support him till he should sink among them. and. pltrul as her distress was, she felt that this condi tion of Humphrey's was better than the old days of frenmy. or than those after limes of dumb silence, when for long space# he uttered no syllabic, hut glared with ayes the more terrible that once they had been lender Al any rale. ir>w she could hear a cock crow in the night, and the far clarion calls from farm to farm replying, without starting In fright lest It woke Humphrey to raving again; she could bear the Imatman blow hls horn for the draw of Ihe bridge to bo opened, and the echo flute It off to mere breath ing music; she could henr the meeting house clock make Its solemn and Inter minable 1011, and she could aee Ihe gold en streak of dawn grow to redness and the white cloud* flock up like a troop of angels winging scrota the blue, as she lay gaxing at the window, all without Ihe fear that had grown to he torture That was a great deal to be thankfu’ ECZEMA'S . UGH IS TORTURE. Eczema it caused by tn acid hup*F >.k the blued coming tn ccnLart w.Ph the •kin and producing great retinea* and in- Rumination ; little pustular eruptions form end discharge a thin, sticky fluid, which lrte* gnd scale* ofl ; some limes the akin i* hard, dry and fissured Beam# in any form i* a tormenting, stubborn diaeaae, aud the itching and burning at times are almost unbearable; the acid burning humor seems to oote out and set the akin on fire Salve*, waohe* nor other exter nal applications do any real good, for as lung as the poison remain* in the blood it will keep the akin irritated. DAO FORM OF TETTER . 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Our physicians have made theee dtseaaes a life study, and can help you by their advice; we make no charge for this service. All correspondence M conducted in strictest confidence. tME SWIFT SPECIFIC CO., ATLANTA. BA. for. Rom* ttm*, perhapa, Humphr*y would be right again. And If that never came to pas* her*, why there waa all heaven ami the hen-after. fre quently felt as If. before thatgllmo, her own mln.l might be gone, with th# care, the worry, the slc*t|e#a night*, the sor row. Now, the moon hung tn th# window, looking upon her Ilk* a gTaclou* friendly spirit promising peace; and Rally repeat ed to herself the text# that In some oc cult way gave her comfort, and took heart of grace for the morrow; and her slender arm atilt clasped round Humphrey, aa a mother folds her baby even In her dreams, she slept at last heraelf. But there were other wakeful people on the shore that night. Iry Hodge we# not Bleeping. "Tht* le realty—ae you might say—really—" ho kepi saying to himself without getting any further; while even Ann tossed and turned tn her dream. For that afternoon their only son. Mather, th* rotry little hid who had longed to catch the bird*. She detlghl of both their hearts, had been led home by Asiee Rhody. a groat deal more than rosy, both stupid and oflly. and with feet treading the atr. And they had put him to bed. and had sal down, aU three crying to gether. "There!" e*td Miss Rhody at length. "I take shame to myaelf for crying thl a-way. There’s no need of It. It’* an ac cident happen* to the hen* whenever Rally throws out her cherry atone# after ■he’* dreened ’em. Humphrey’s stole her cherry bounce and treated; an’ there ain’t n boy on the shore but * some home the earn- way. Ml*’ Dr. Mile*’ huaband’e nephew's on# of ’em. Tv# thought *ht boy'd bust w’en he'* et eight bananas at a sctilnV sea she. Td Jeet a* Hove# eat raw squash myaelf, #es she, ’but I never thought to eee him *o’t he counldn’t tell hta no mo from Belsebub's,’ ae* she. I'm goln’ to give him each a doe* of thorough sort tee.' see ahe. ’that he won’t want to so much as smell cherry bounce again till the longest day he live*,’ ace ahe. But lor, it'* nothtn' at aU. Iry! Don’t you fret. Ann. A boy's got to be a hoy an' know life an' see the world eome time or other, end I guess the headache he’ll have to-morrow, poor i!H war creetur, will be all the life of that sort he'll ever care to have An’ It waa only tn the way of an accident wen all's said. ” ’Ari—an’ If It pae.' said Iry. ’I don’t know -really—hm—J don't know wha* we re going to do about Humphrey." "It's an accident that'll happen again If we don’t watch out!" aaki Atm sharp ly. "Humphrey'd nrter be restrained, and thrrs'e no doubt shout It." "It would Mil Sally If be Ist" oak) Miss Rhody. •■lt’ll kill me If he Isn’t." There were e number of the mother# on Ihe shore who agreed with Ann that thla wa* an accident that might happen again.. And although their hue hand* laughed at them they were tn a elate of alarm like that of a brood when a hawk hovera tn the air, 'T don't care what Jo say#.’’ cried Mrs. tlyrne*. letting her flat iron cool when I-Ibby and Susy Wayne ran In next morning. "I'd rotlter see my Ben ny brought home without a breath In hie body than with that breath. You keep still, ltenny! I know your throat's dry, and It’d orter be! An' his tongue—you'd orter eee hi* poor little tongue, the dear mnercetil! My lord, I shouldn't think n mun'd want that tongue twice. To think of that child’s being made a tippler with out knowln' It!" ’’ 'Twould breaks me alt up" said Rusy. looking sorrowfully down the or chard. her face still as pink and white as the apple-blossoms there. "If my lit tle I>avy got Into Ihe habit of this And of course Humphrey'U coax them In again. I’ve trembled some even when I've eeen him sucking elder through a straw—new cider, too. But cherry brandy—O It really i* wicked.” "Wicked ain’t no name for It.” cried Mrs. Carter, who had followed her. And with this sort of feeling abroad among the mothers, it was not remarka ble that going down for their shopping lo the Fort, the Fort people heard of Humphrey, and the >UL and the cordial, and Ihe boys. In this way the matter came to my aunt l’smo:.t's cars, and my aunt Pamoia wae Ihe heed and fiont of ats association which Just then was sweeping all before It In tha cause of temperance, nn en tirely new cause In our para of the worn ai that period, when the decanter stood upon the sideboard, and every well fur nished store closet had Its keg of Marsala or Ma.leim. Even aunt Pamela, In all ih* exuberance of her enthuetasm, had not banished the okt rum bottle* that had her grandfather’s name and data blown tn them, from the corner buffet, where stood her grandmother's flowered china, the lovely Dowenstall that she always washed herself. And she never thought twice about mixing the comfortable Joruna Unit the minister and the doctor took together before going out. without n thought of harm, to address the temperance society. For It was temperance, not abstinence, they were preaching; and they were preaching that for poor fellows who real ly could rot afford to drink, not for gen tlemen like themselves who sent their sherry on long, rolling voyages of calm and storm to season It. It I* plain, you see. that the temperance society had come to us none too son. But even enthusiasts In n great cause out of tto.r very eathiis .asm may mak* ml-tak-a; and. sooth to ray, my aunt Pamela was one of these people who teke up a rouse simply for the sake of Its rxclt'm nt. and for something lo be busy about Noth’ng she seeks and, be cause nothing ahe knew, of home,* beg gared. of widow* mads, and orphans, of hearts broken, of great power* brought to naught, < f th* profound misery of thorn* who watch for late un certain footsteps, who sea poverty and degradation coming, see tjp> corruption and decay of the soul they love. Noth ing of ati th* terror* ol drunkenness dl<l alp- know, nor any of the heart burning when the man who sells the n(i'en. take# the hone*, a* he baa taken the happluisa if the hou-e. and rolls by with th* riches that he has wrung out of tears and pangs. A feeling of this had hardly begun tn the country, and Aunt I’ameln was no better then her day. AU she knew was that there was a private still somewhere up along tlie shore; that It belonged to a woman named Rally lavender, whose husband waa making drunkard# of little hoys; and It wa* ug-tlnst the law to have a private stilt. At least, she ba'Jtved It was again- 1 the lew And at any rate she would destroy Ihe sllU flrst, end see about Hi* law afterward. Hh called a meeting of the Tabltho— styled Ihe tuhble* by the Irreverent— and, after assuring them that the mat ter of changing tbelr name to that of tha Martha Wahtngtona could wait awhile she laid before them the mon strous fart that hoys were being ruined by the possessor of a still five miles up th# river, end that, of course, their own boys were In danger, near as they were to a community subject to such a de moralizing Influence, and ahe moved that they send a constable at once for the destruction of that tool of evil, and declared that It wse a vote. "But. Pamela!" cried my mother, hur rying In aa roon ns she hoard of It. "You are all off. It I* nothing of the sort Hhe la a poor woman who sells herbs and distils rooewater—" "I never heard that rosewater Intoxi cated little boy*," said my aunt, loftily "And I know her—l am very fond of her—l buy a great defil of her—" "I know you refused to Join our sorl e*y. but you neeln t boost of buying stimulant*. Htnlly," raid my aunt "Htlmiilanta!” exclaimed my mother out of all patience. "Sweet little Sally lavendar’a essence of roses! 1 gave you a Jar of her potpourri—" "Yea. And if"ls reeking with alcohol!" "The poor, weak cologne she makes herself! "With that still, I suppose, where she makes the cherry brandy that ha* torn Ihe hearts of all Ihe mothers In the vil lage who are seeing their boye turned Into little beasts by her machinations—” “O Pamela, this Is really too redteu loue !'* "You may call It ridiculous.”' said my aunt, with her eyebrow* at the given at titude for disdain. "I call II tragical”' And tragical It wan, aa to her grief, my mother found, when hastening up th* shore In the chaise—my cousin Lester and I following, unnoticed In her unusual anx iety. on a milk-wagon whose good-natur ed driver pretended that we were pirate* who had overcome him and were forcing him to drive ua where wo would. But my mother was Just too late. The constable had arrived flrst, and had con fronted the bewildered Rally, and had de mand'd the still. And Humphrey, under standing nothing but that the defense of Ihe still via In question, had thrown him self upon the man with aU his maniacal force. The atlll had been ruined In the struggle: the man had been borne to the ground, but not seriously hurt, and In his fury Humphrey bad broken a reflael on hi* brain. Bally was on the gran of the little gar den plot, holding Humphrey'! head upon her breast. It was late of a bright June afternoon. I remember now all the plc ture of the moment—lt struck me more than the feeling did—the eky of that ten der bln* which verges toward evening, the roses clambering over tha high trellis behind, the great, fragrant, bffiehlng roses that Bally had trainad there, shaking In the soft wind with a gay end cruel rust ling, the white, etill wo irate who seemed loaee nothing In all the world but the face upon her breast—that strange, dark face whose burning eyes were fixed on hers with a complete Intelligence. The doctor, for whom Iry Hodge bad run, waa on bit knees, bolding Hum phrey's hand, and Ann and Miss Rhody and Libby and Tom Brier—l knew them all afterward—were with my mother by Jhe big rose bush, crying and trembling together. Humphrey waa plainly dying, and Bally knew nothing of any words but that she seemed to be treading the bounds of the dark * mystery with him. The gust of a sweet brter tossing In the wind brings It all before me now—the facts of the frightened children at the gale, the cries of the man far off launching a little sloop nn the late tide, the sense of an aw ful darkness opening out of the light, and a singular stillness close at hand, broken only by that strange murmur of Hum phrey's voice. "Wife," he was saying, “It's a hard road you've trod with me.’* "O no. O no, my dear." "You've gone along with seven devils There's a hand come an' cast 'em out at last! Sally. I'd orier have saved you from It In the beginning—" "O Humphrey, there hasn't been a day I haven't been glad I was with you!" "Sally,” he murmured again, with stif fening lip. *'my Bally, 1 never meant harm to a soul." "O I know It." "And I loved you always,” ha said, presently. "Ye#, always.” "It won't be heaven till you come ” he whispered again, after a moment or two. He lay a little while, looking up at her eyes, with a deep smile growing Into hts face. Then the eyelids fell a trifle; the glance rested on a space of clear pale sky full at sn Infinite distance. ' Why, Sally!" be said suddenly and loud and clear, "There's Polly!" And then Humphrey was gone. It waa little leather at the gate with ua. who broke Into a wall of sorrow. But Sal ly sat looking Into the clear spaceas If ohe Journeyed after Humphrey Into that In finite distance HO/.LKVI bB(W ELIXIR HKOPLATK* THR MVM, HTtm tCH, flfiWBU AMD KIMEVJ. For biliousness, constipation and ma laria. For Indigestion, sick and narvous head ache. For sleeplessness, nervousness and heart failure. For fever, chills, debility and kidney diseases, ttrea Lemon Elixir. Ladles, for natural and thorough or ganic regulation, take lemon Elixir. 60c and tl bottles at druggists. Prepared only by Dr. H. Mosley, At lanta, Ga. 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Now and then one Is led lo wish that some Inanimate object might for once be endowed with Ihe power of speech; that Its atory might be heard at flrst hand; although the unexpected sometimes hap pens, however, the Impossible Is quit* an other thing, and In regard lo the subject of this article a plain statement of facts Is all that can be given. An Interesting piece of furniture whose history—could we hear It from Itaelf— would be well worth th* hearing Is a side board which may be seen In the dining room of Hon. James P. Baxter. ex-Mayor of Portland, Me. It waa in USI when as lla present owner was In Thotsaston. Me., he aitw on exhibition a somewhat impos ing sideboard, and with hta well-known love of the antique, admired, and at length purchased the piece, which was sent to his Portland residence. Th# sideboard Is of French marquetry, seml-iirculor In form, the appnranet drawer* of which open like small doors by silver handles, each handleplece being engraved with an acorn and oak leaf. Rome time after Ms removal to Portland a woman called lo see Mr. Baxter, and i-peaking of Ihe piece of furniture, asked If he knew Its history. No, he did not know ft. and upon this assertion the wo man made known the surprising fact that It had once been the property of no lee* a personage than the French Queen, Me rle Antoinette, and came from th* Louvre. Incredulous as this at first sounded, subsequent Investigation brought to light fact* which proved be yond a doubt the truth of the women’* •latement. How It cam* about ehat the personal property of the unfortunate Queen wa* found on sale In iw little New England town la a story that must he told by It self. She plot of which, had It succeed ed, would have added a page of romance lo the histories of two nation*. During the years 17*5 and IT!M there hailed from IVlsoasset. Maine, or an Isl and In Ihe Wlacasset harbor—^celled by th* Indian* “Jeremy Squasr.." and later known as Edgeromh laland-a man by the name of Stephen Dough, gentleman nnd ship master. Aside from his tine oil mansion Cept. Dough had Inherited by marriage the staunch ship Rally, with which, during 17P3, he waa engaged In carrying lumber, under contract, from Wla asset lo France; that Oapt. Clough'* Interest# wera some what divided alwut this lima D shown by a portion of hla family record, whkb reads as follows: "Stephen Dough was nt Paris during the reign of revolutionary terror under Robespierre, and actively en gaged In the aid of the victims of the rev olutionary vengtance." The Bally being noted for her speed In el) weathers waa, as may readily be seen, an efficient ally In hi* work of rescue. That the captain was well acquainted with the condition of affairs tn Franca was due not a'.one to the fact of his fre quent presence there, hut to the addition al fact that a neighbor and friend down on the Maine coast was at the same time a trusted and wideawake French officer In the military service of hln country. Thla tnnn. Ilenneto Claude de HI. Pry, had In ltd established a salt factory on the shore of the Sheerscol. and while nominally engaged In trade In Amerloa. was never theless In lntlmnte toueh with the affairs of state In France. Ro It came about that In the year IT**, while the Bally lay In a French harbor awaiting a cargo for her return to the flheepeeot. Bonnet* Claude de St. Pry sug gested to a few loyal friends of the mon archy a most remarkable and unexpected freight from the little American ship Aa every atudent of history will rem-mber. the poor, deposed Queen, Marie Antoi nette. was at this time In prison. nulTertnff from the Indignities of her brutal lallei-x, and 8t Try's suggestion was nothing less than that the Sally's return cargo should consist of the Queen and a lew of her closest friends, with clothing and other provisions of comfort of residence In a strange land. Disguised as longshoremen. Bt. Pry and hi* coidr<erates called upon Capt. Clough one day nuC made known lo nta> their plan. It war a hold and dangerous or.e, but this did not discourage the sturdy cap tain; ho wa* as eager to begin Its carry ing out as were Ihe Instigators them eelvea. It was not long before the ships cargo tiegan to come aboard, Inerr wne many "purchases for the captain.' so called, tut ccukl these package* and rases have been opened and examined these "piirehaM *" would have seemed *o indi cate f wild extravagance, tossy the least. Th *ro was furniture of royal make. r<l m >rt t lateral* design, with other house hold decorations, and splendid ~ourt gowns much t.o handsome to he suited I.' the slmrl” *o< lal requirements of the Wlscas set dames, imp though they did belcng to the famhy of Stephen Clough, gentleman and shlpmoeier. Ai length everything was In readiness, and the Sally waited only .for the signal which should tell her m.ikter that the plot had succeeded find the queen wap ready lo emlmrk. The waiting was In vain. Marie Antoinette hod been removed 10 a deeper dungeon, nnd when she once more cams out from this It wan not to Journey by nuans of the broad Atlantic, but set out upon another sea which we coll eternity. For after several days of walling Capt. Clotixh formed one of that crowd which on the memorable sixteenth of October. ITUS, saw tiie unfortunate queen led to the scaffold, where a trag edy was ended. It was not until early In the following year that Capt. Clough reached again hie native' shore, and then It Is mid thnt the Holly, though deprived of one roya! passenger, yet brought i-o less a person age than the prince and statesman. Tal ey rand. Certain It Is that he, with a com panion. strived in Wltcasset about tbl* time, and no other Maine ship so far as known was then in the French commerce, nnd all other ves.-ela were subject to the French Inhibition. When the Bally oner more dropped anchor In Ihe Wlscasset harbor fabulous stories were soon floating about aa to the cargo she brought, many of which have com* .town to the prevent day. A Boston man. ('apt. James Swan was owner of the lumber trade In which the Bally and her master were engaged, and If he had ho other hand in Che plot for the rescue of the unhappy queen, he at least, as oentraet owner, was entitled to a share of tho ship's unclaimed cargo. A Hula later we find him budding a fine mansion 4l Dorchester, which, whoa complete.,. was furnished In so elegant and eostjy manner as to tx-oome the won,ter admiration, as .well a* envy, of ell neighbors Thla unprecedented 4i rp , HV of magnifleenre naturally caused no It;, tie remou nt end surmteee; ao great a aeti setkwi |n fact wee created that a certain historian observes that "between the guillotine which took off their head*, ■ | Swan, who took off their trunks. Uttio waa left of the French.” A son of Capt. Swan was an nfflor on board the Sally on her inemorahle re. turn from France, being. In fact, super, cargo, and a portion of hla share of the royal belongings was Ihe aidehouri which fortuities the subject of the present sketch; this young man, Jarntq Swan, Jr . rot long after his return, marrlid M§* Caroline Knox, a daughter of the Revolutionary hero. Oen Henry Krox of Thcmastcn. and the aUeioart wnt w.th him to the Knox mansion arid was there purchase! hy a frW.d of the family whose ownership continued until lla purchase aa already slated The woman who called to tell Its hi,. Lory to I'* piesent owner had at on# time teen tho maid of Mr# Thatcher, an other daughter Of Oen. Knox, and was well acquainted with Its story. With l> ahe said, upon l-s arrival in America had ben a large sliver urn which |g course of events hud be, n loat sight of by these most Inieresled; learning r,f th a Mr. Baxter set about a a>arrh f r It# recovery, a seatch which wa* for *v. eral years unavailing At length, however. It wa* traced to Chelsea, Mas/ where It had become known as the "Washington and Lefavetta I'm." an I wna used !n serving coffee at variout church funrtk na. The urn wa# purchased anl hrough 1 to Portland, where It waa reunited to old-time companion, and where It now stands, a handsome piece of silver lou-hed off with Ivory, surmounting tha ancient sideboard. A few years since, nt a meeting of ihe Portland Historical Society. Mr Rufus K Be well of Wlsrasset exhibited a ple-e cf white brocaded silk, said to |j# a btl of the robe, ntde b> the Queen's own ha'dr. In which ahe so bravely met her death, and that Ills I* vouched for by so well Informed a mar aa Mr. Sewell, ten.ea conviction toothers less quallflcd to Judge A house now standing on the east skle of the s beepsoot. tn the town of Ldge rome. ia ki own a*-the Marie Antoine! * house, this, according lo tradition, having been built tor the occupancy of the Trench Queen upon her arrival In Aim r’ca. In 1188 this house wss removed from Its orig inal site to Its present location. One * fancy Is allowed full play In pic turing the peaceful days that might have beer passed by tbe Queen within ihe Wxds of this old house had that daring plot not failed. Bui. Is It fancy alone which, as darkness and alienee fall about the old sideboard, gives ua a glimpse of moving figures, and flashing gems of lords sod ladle*, a breath of perfumes, the rustle of si ks. tha clink of glasses, or th* sedo of laughter kng lines dead? Ella Matthews Bang# DISCOMFORT' AFTER MEALS Feeling oppressed with a sensation of stuffiness ami hi ding the food both to dis tend and painfully hang like a heavy weight at the pit of ihe Btomach. aie aymplpma of Indigestion. With these the sufferers will ofien have Constipation, In ward Piles. Fullness of the Blood In the Head. AckMiy of Ihe Btomach, Nausea, Heartburn. Headache. Disgust of Food, Osseous Eructation*, Slaking or Flutter ing of Iho Heart. 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