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Hedeyetta.
A little nmd pink face, naif shyly upturned,
A kcs4 covered with friraj ring* of bright gold
Mr, from whieh the son-bonnet h« fallen
back, two plump, dimpled bands, tightly clasp
ing the outspread shirt of a frock half fall of
■laities and hotter cups, two small bare feet
firmly planted on the deck of a slowly moving
— canal boat. Bight above, on the graceful
Arched bridge, the objects on which the big,
irondering, bine eyes are fixed—two children,
Idender, brown-eyed, flower-laden. The hot
Bon, even now sending its scorching rays ver
tically down, has kissed the baby plebian’s face
~ into the likeness of a wild rose and darksned
the little patrician’s with the tints of the con
ventional gypsy.
- T« weary mules slacken thoir pace, unre-
baked by their drivers, enjoying like them tho
Unusual luxury of overhanglog tress and
shady wall. More flowers flatter down, strik
ing face, arms and neck, catching in the dang
ling bonnet, the children laugh together, and
with the freemasonry of their time of life, the
boy calls out:
“oDyou live on thnt boat always?”
Yee."
“Do yew like it?"
“Yea.”
“Do yen like the flowers?”
“Yes.”
“What’s yanr name?”
‘‘Hedeyetta.”
Then the moving boat carries iier out of
rsach, and the three little voices nnite in
“good-bye," The castal boat, “Jennie and
fonrio.” haa seen its best days-it Is old, heavy
And dingy, bot it ridca the dark, unattractive
water with an nir of ancient respectability.
Neither are the males now to their work and
trade, with steps oalenlated to do the most
good with the lraat labor, they plod doggedly
1 on, looking neither to the right nor loft. The
Steersman takes a keen look abend, and, seeing
A clear and nnobetraeted channel, fastens his
xndder in plaee and walks slowly down the
dwk. About midway is n strange piece of
lading—a spring oat, with silk cover et snd
aowiijr pillow, shaded by ft striped canopy and
flanked by a steamer chair, an artist’s easel, a
pile of novels, and, on a low table, a j ug of
seltzer, box or tobacco and a half dozsn pipes.
The oocup-'-t of this airy don is at this mo
ment sitting in n camp stool busily sketching
At bis easel. *
“Sit down, captain," he says pleasantly to
the man who stops to look over his shoulder.
I m jnst putting down n few Uttlo touches to
remember that by.”
' The children? Well, it was a pretty sight:
►. I kinder wondered if you’d notice it—I don’t
•'know as you’d And a much nicer picture than
\v *t little gal of ours it most any time.”
•'*; *■•••« «■ .repeats, half qnes- I
togiy—jcoocodinu m .... ,
,v .-ich on his easel and then dropping lazily f
down on the cot—the captain (by courtesy) has '
taken Lie chair—and leisurely filling his j
largest and most dc.-ply e-dorod pips,
I ever put my eyes on; the little one has his
yellow bair and his eyes—and so onttpoxeo and
manly. He wasa carpenter by trade, biitthings
were slack and he wanted to save np and he’d
tain his hand to any job. Well, I took him on.
He was sending for her—Kathleen—that sea
son. Her dead father and mother wore Irish
and she herself was born in County Wicklow,
but she had grown np near him in Maine; sho
bed been piomised to him since thoy were boy
and girl, and she was to come to him when he
was ready. He had bail; a littlo tort of cabin
on tbe banks of tho canal up here, not far
from one of tho dry docks, whore he often
worked—and when she came, we went to tho
church in Troy and I saw them marriod. Sho
was a real Irish beauty then, with her blue
eyes and dark bxown hair and her pink aud
white skin. They were tho happiest people I
ever saw. and sometimes they’d make me goto
tea with them—well, I am free to say I oojoyed
it. I bad a queer fancy—sometimes, that If ary
had lived to marry me, that Michael was iior
son and that the baby they wore expocting
would be her grandchild. That summer Mi-
chasl was on the boat most of tho Umo, for wo
wore short of hands, and he got a woman to.
stay with Kathleen. Friday evening ho was
to leave ns at his home. Thursday night he
was on watch, and I talked with him on deck
till past 10, then I turned in. I went on deck
at IS again, andbo wasn’t there. Well, wo
found him next morning in five foot water,
3nst as peaceful as if he was asleep. Ha had a
big bruise on his hoad, and tho doctor said ho
mnst have been careless about a briiigo, struck
it, and, half stunned, was knocked into the
water.
T had to go and tell Kathleen, expeoting
him home to stay. She didn’t take on much,
lint the poor little child was born that night—
without a father and almost without a mothor,
tto, for she never coaid take to it, trv her best.
I ve tried to think it ont many a time, and all
I can make of it is that the would go to Mi-
cbael if she didn’t feel she mnst look after the
Cliiia, ana sh© almost bates it for keeping thorn
-As soon as she could move I sold tho
j n r her mnd brought thorn hero to live—
and since that baby was thro© weeks old aho’s
never spent ft night ofl* the ‘Jennie and Basie.'
J n i tver ! e f. Kiti]lwn WOrk oxcf Pt for the chi Id,
ana such littlo odd things as amuse her. You
see how tidy she keeps Hedeyetta, and jnst
that way she has always don© her square duty
by the child—except the poor baby doesn’t
know tbe feel of a mother’s love.”
“You have never let her miss it, captain,*’
the young man says, laying his slender brown
fingers on the hard, knotty hand resting on the
table: ‘ very few children have Bach love and
tenderncs as you give the littlo maid—thoro
are cot many in the world like yon. I am
very glad I have you for a friend. What sun
porta them?” 1
Captain Jenkins’ sallow skin turns salmon
color, ho moves uneasily in his chair, with
drawing his fingers from tho caressing touch
bo would return if he knew how. Often and
often bo will thrill with pleasure at the mein-
ory of it—of tho cordial tones that said more
than the words. At present they make him
intensely uncomfortable. “Well,” he says, “X
acid the bouso for them."
* Captain!" <T(-e salmon doepc-.a.i “Well,”
up and—”
_*'i.cok boro, contain, I’m n rich mnq, a very
rich oho -J haven’t a chick or aciild belong
ing to mr—little Hedeyetta is almost ar foad
Hr,vc omF he asks, hospitably. “Well,! I of ms as I am of hor. I mn going to putsnao
don’t rare if I do,” the other responds, watch.
Jug the deft fingers with the slow aud quiet
interest of his kind.
They form a sharp contrast as they sit to
gether. Captain Jenkins :3 tail, loac. lank—
hk. complexion straw-colored.also bis hair and
American beard (“chin wrbi3kcr’’i— udeeper
n enoj in your bank for her. -abject tovour
Older, and i want you to promise mo besides
tkalif over the littlo Isssie needs a homo or a
frier d you will Jot mo know.”
“That won’t be while. I live,” tho captain
answers sturdily, “but I like you, Mr. Violo,
and if anything should ever bo likely to hap
Shade—but from tho faded blaoeycs looks out 1 pin to mo, I’ll take you at your ward—and
a shrewd and kindly spirit which his pissan-
pot has boon quick to recognize and a-iprcci do,
Egbert Viele is a darling of fortune; having
lost father and mothor when too young to ap-
precite loneliness, ho hns floated lazily, han-
pily through life—winning all hearts by his
perioral attractiveness, lovable nature and
gracefully tactful manners. His education
was a pleasure, his life since has l con all holi
day: he has never wanted one dollar—nor a
thousand; he bas como and gone at his own
sweet will; found honey in every diver, and
keen deniod by fate but one thing, which, of
conne.bc now, desires all tho more ardantly.
What haa actuated this canal-boat trip from
Buffalo to Albany, now nearly finished, ho
hardly knows himrolf.
Tcrbaps tho.desiro for a now sensation, possi
bly » wish to give greater zcit to coming dira-
tegar, Kewpcrts and Mt. Deserts, or the reason
givi u .Tout Ins—to get material for future work
—may bo tho real one; for, s-nto of wealth,
sclf-indnlgenco and luxury, Egbert Yiele is a
true and gennino artist. Tho two man smoko
on in silence, broken oaly by the safe ripple of
tho quiet waters against the boat’s aides. The
banka of the CBnal grow level, and across them
pretty country houses appear in tho distance
and boats are to bo rein ahead. A small boy
comes up from the tiny cabin wiping hiamiuth
on bis sleeve, and takes his place at tho rudder.
Tho child plays with her flowers, talcing to
herself, sometimes singing softly. Teen a
young woman comes up the stairway and
stands shading her eyes with her hands, gazing
into the distance. (lathering np hor flowers,
tne child comes slowly to hor.
“See, mammy," she says, almost timidly,
“sec.” But she docs not touch her and no eager
words toll of lior pleasure in her posses ions.
■“Yes,” tbe woman answers absently: "no, I
you'll keep it, too, if I know anything of
mcr,” ho adds iiiaudibly, rising and walking
away. I.cft to himself Violo procccdito gath
ering np his sketches, his mind traveling bice,
ar always when touched or softened, to his one
withheld happiness,one unfalfi'lod hoped. His
mind turns tack three ycais, and he stands
onco more in tho ante room of the salon at
X’aiis. Ho is but one of many in tho room, but
not many wear his decoration of honor—the
few who share his distinction arc surronudod
by admiring and congratulating friends -bo
l.Btenos to the babble of voices as ho standi
alouo. Suddenly a sweet young voice fails
upon his car.
“Mav I congratulate yon upon your success?
—T am ro glad it was appreciated.”
He looks down into a facolBWcat and frc3fc *1
tie voice, into grave, soft brown eyes.
“Thanks, yon like my picture?” “Ah, more
than like—it is bo very, very bcatiful!"
“Stmany!" a horror-stricken voice half whis-
pcrr.and at the same instant tho crowd surges,
ar.d be turns to murmur a word of apology to
tec people he has been pushed against. As ho
doiBto ho hears:
“Sonmny, bow could youl yon didn't know
him, what were yon saying?” “Only congratu
lating that poor stranger artist, tho oaly one
who hBEt.’t a friend to sjicak to him.”
“Fcorl Why that’s Egbert Yiclo-tlio rich
young American—he known everybody—no's
a howling BWell aud all tho girls aro jnst crazy
about hini; ob, Semany, you! of all girls!”
Egbert's hand is violently seized by a stout
compatriot, and yet in tho midst of a storm of
words ho manges to aeo a distressed young
face, crimsoned with mortification, to hear tho
sweet choked voice say: “X did not know, I
never would have.” Then hor companion's
“Ob, well, never mind, funny as it is 1 believe
don’t want them—give them to your-ienky or ' you, but nobody dee would.” Fresh voices
your friend there, ’ and, turning away, sho 1 osrail him. and when ho ran look szain. tho
gees down out of sight. The child watches her
retreating figure with wistful eyes, bat a call
frern tinder tbe naming chases the trouble
from her baby face, wndshornnaqnickly.drop-
ping flowers in her path, to tho idol of her lit
tle heart, “My Bertie,” and delightedly list ana,
while, drawing her to his aide, he admires her
treasures and tells her a fanciful little tale of
the fairies that live under their petals. That
otrail him, and when ho can look again, the
face is gone—gone, forevermore -- vanished out
t-f hie lift! For three years ho haa sought it
far and wide, hus quietly postered hia friends
for information of—what? a fair girl-face? But
so many girl faces arc fair—tho sweetest voico
ir, the world? to his car, perhaps—.Semmy? ’
his one real.'duo, bnt,remembering the shrink
ing distress in the young face, ho cannot use
it. And drtaming now, he is violently arocaad
ended, tho draws a long breath of pleasnro and i 10 hiarthat “Hereis Albany, aud Ob, Mr. ll.ir-
aays, “I mutt tel! Billy before X forget," (Billy j tic, please como back." Almost by force ho
being the small boy, her devoted slave, with I loosens at last the cringing arms and lovingly
Whom she shares every pleasure) and Tuns off [
happily after a long fcnp, both accepted aud 1
,ed by Mr. Bertie.
psrtB from his baby friend, Hcdoyotta.
‘ JTetty llttln creature." Egbert says gently,
“h vw she brightens life." Captain Jenkins
nolo his head snd draws a long pnll at hia
P'P«-
“Yes," ho answers slowly, “yes, for ovary
one bnt her poor mother."
“Can yon tell me that poor mother’s story; I
have so often guessed at it; what has spoiled
her beauty, when it should be at its best; why
does the almost dislike her pretty baby ; what
claim have mother and child on yon—tell mo,
bow, befor our journey ends?”
Captain Jenkins moves a littlo uneasy: ha is
Visibly ember roared—as a listener he is un-
equaled. This nU-too-brief trip, luckily pro
longed by needful delays at two dry dorks, has
been to him a poem, a picture—avorylhiug
that Is lovely. This handsome youug fellow,
with his high bred easeof manner, who has
been everywhere, seen everything, done every
thing, is to modeat withal, aud meets him with
auch frank equality,ha*fascinated him almost
as much as he has Hedeyetta. But how can he
fcarn^thc tables and rtc< nnl instead of listening?
Egbert comes to his aid. "Whoa ilil you first
know her.”
“I didn’t know her first. I know Michael,
bar hatband, He was the liveliest young chap
“Yes, it is a most beautiful and satisfactory
charity. When they talk of tho cathedral, or
even tha school, I say ’Ybe, that's all vary well,
bnt the bishop will live forovor in tho hearts of
men, not as the builder of the one, or tho orig-
inatcrof tbe other, bnt as the founder of tho
childrtn’a hospital.’ ”
The speaker is a handsome, positive looking
woman, engaged in “showing Albany” to a
couple of ttrangcis. Her immediato compan
ion is a quiet, dignified woman in mounting
garb, which one can easily soo is for life. Of
the two girls behind them, ona Is r.rili ieiitly
like tbe speaker (less tho positive air) to bo
easily recognized as her daughter; tho other is
a fair,slender girl, with soft, dreamy brown
eyes. They have been all over too h( spitil,
seeing children in all stages of individualism,
happy, well eared for, contented—lingering
longest in tho ward for kicking, crowing laugh
ing babies—and are about to leave tlio build
ing, when, from tho waiting room, a. man’s
voice, softened to soothing, and a child's fret
ful little wail strike the ear ef the enorgotic
member of the hoard of visitors.
She pushes open tho door of tbe admission
room. Its only cocupanls aro a man of the so-
called “Yankee" type and a littlo fair bhiii' in
hia aims, flashed with fever, twisting hcnelf
fretfully about. Her little hood lies on the
floor and tho shining goldon curls aro lying
roughened on his sh ove and shoulder. “No,
no." she whimpers, “X don’t want to atsy and
get well; taka mo home. Jouky: ’tisa’tn nice
place; I want my home.”
Then, the- visitors rousing her, sho lifts her
bead and stops wailing. Tho man nodi res
pectfully, butdoes not disturb his bnrdoa by
riling. “Ah, good morning; you want your
Htilo girl admitted? Wast'd tho matter with
her—malaria? Let mo sou her." But the child
pulls away tho little hind with a pottish “No,
no. ’ Then, with the sudden inconsistency of
childhood, puts ont both hor arms to hlr3.
Eliot, as if tho calm face was a magnet. Sit
ting down on the bench, Mrs. Eliot takos tho
littlo one gently in her arms andtho girl knools
beside her. Jessamine bonds her head andtho
child puts a hot hand on her chcok, gravely
announcing, “You'ro pretty.” Then, a.i if
recognizing the mother touch of the arms
about her, nestles closer, thrown back her head
and with a long,tired sigh closes tho bine eyes,
heavy with fover and team, and while they
eih ntly watch falls into a quiet eleop.
•Is this dear littlo girl yours?” Mrs. Eliot
whispers, “My child, not my daughter. II i-
sidrs mo sho bas only one friend in tha world.”
“Boor, littlo darling," Jorsatniuo murmurs
softly. “Mamma, isn’t sho tho swcotoat little
thing yon ever saw?"
"An orphan?" Mrs. Famhaiu asks. “Yos—
hor fat her was drowned tho day before sho was
lioin. Sho r.nd hor im thor have lived on my
canal boat over since. More thin t wo months
ago her mother asked mo If I would take care
of Hcdoyotta; she called herslf that, sho
coaldn’tsay Henrietta—if anything happened
to btr. I said I would, and she want right to
work and fixed up tho child’s clothes all nca
and tidy, snd tho first daijc night she wrapped
herself in a shawl aud jumped overboard. She
couldn’t help it, ma’am," ho apologizes, an
swering the look of contempt on Mrs. Fam-
bam’d face, "Shefonght i t for yoars;’sho gaiteld,
and htrd and haggard-look ing when sho should
have 6till been fresh aud pretty—just longing
for her husband—and at last itgottoomnoh
for her to stand, and she went to him. If you
conld have aeon bow young and happy s'ac
looked when wo found her—”
Sudden tears of comprehension and sym
pathy fill Mrs. Eliot’s oyoe. and Jessamine’s
hand seeks here lovingly.
“Did Hedeyetta griove much.” “Well, no,
she didn’t griove, hnt Bho sirt of missed the
care, I expect. I tried, and so did the woman
who did tho work for Kathleon, to took afeor
her, but sho eat np Into nights and tan about
everywhere; and oven before wo laid up sho
was this way, ao at last I got worriod and
brought her down boro to see if you could cure
her up, bnt no, sho won't stay.”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Farnhara Bays briskly,
you go and leave her hers, that Is if there Is
a vacancy for her, and she will ho ill right In a
few days,” bnt, as if she baa heard, the child
moans in her sleep and tho man shakes his
head.
“Mamma,” the kneeling girl inter,-ns03
BCltly, “may I havo her Tor a littlo sister?
Think of our big, empty house and how de
lighted Scsan will be to boc tho crib slo; tin
icrin si 'i y-.e Purser-' epon. If this c“’V—;
"tVEy “A Mv;, 1 ' Klfima
Fair,bam rirleluis. “think wh*t a rare ant
Atiiecicc she weeid he.” and, “Nonsense, my
dear child,you must bo crazy,” Mrs. Furulmin
)iu bm tuib ovat j uuu uAti^utta m»-ja iumiw.
.Trassmice stoops low: r and lays her check
spalcit thebot little held. Tho child stirs iu
her sltop. throws out her arm and then clasps
it drowtly about the pretty white neck. “May
wc tako care of her for you; sho shall ba like
err our,?' Mrs. Eliot asks, and tho faithful
friend of all Hodoyeila’s littlo life takes a
long, keen look into both faces, draws a deep
breath of pain and huskily an3wer3 “yes.”
It is Thursday of tho artiats’ exhibition
v.cck in Philadelphia, and quite a flutter of
excitement runs through tho gay world at
something nevr to do and see. The Rcuiomy
wears u holiday air and email groups of pretty
girls and attendant squires are constantly dis
appearing behind its doors. Inside, oven the
-tails arc crowded, for the music is more than
ordinarily good, aud Jessamine Eliot is wan
dering slowly through an innor room, stopping
before one picture after another, listening
dreamily to tho soft srrain? of muiic, thor
oughly happy, as her lovely faco showi, Her
mothi r follows at a little distance talking
«. n if ily to an old friend, and in another part
of tho room Emma X’arnbam is making tho
moments tiy swiftly for three much amused
men. A pioup of people are just turning
from a rirtnro with exclamations of delight,
“exquisite! the gens of tho collection!” and
Jeer amino hears and steps.
It is not a large esc®?-, but every detail is
ro perfect and so exquisitely painted that it is
Instinct with life. Yon can fool tho hot suu
pouring down upon a light graceful bridge
spanning a dark muddy canai, npou a dingy
I-cat that stems to slowly move, upon two
fun kirsed children on the bridge, tossing
flowers, daisies and buttercups, arms fail of
them—to a littlo blue eyed, gotd-hairod, bare
foot maid below, who stands with dangling
*:ir.bor.net, ontheld skirts and oegor, upturned
fare, glad recipient of their bounty. The oil,
wklcsprcading treoe lend their welcome shade,
the mules lag unrebuked, their lollingdri ror
ruruipgto look hack. A tookof amazed wonder
rbrrrs the admiration from Jessamine’s fa -o,
brr lips part—at that moment the rest of tho
paity come up, aud from Mrs kilobaud Emma
burst eiumltaneonsly the one word “Hcdo-
yclU’.''
“How very, very strange, and a canal boat
too—it must be—where is tho catalogue? who
painted il?” Emma demands eagerly: bat Jes
samine needs do catalogue. In a corner sho
bas serin not for the fust time, a skotchy name
and •’
"Mrs. Eliot, will yon permit mo to present
to you an eminent artist, who is also tho son
of an old friond? you havo not forgotten Mary
Wood? This is her son, Egbert Violo, tho cre
ator cf tho charming stone before yon.” Be
fore Jessamine can torn or Mrs. Eliot speik a
nudden diversion occurs. Across tho room
like a streak of lightning, from her old nurse’s
side, where sho haa been in raptures over
“some darling little dogs,” flashes a little white
figure and preciottatc3 itsolf npon Ezbort.
‘Mr. Bertie! Mr. Bertie! my own Mr. Bzrtio!
Oh. where have you been to long.”
Egbert Vicie is quite forgiven by those about
him that, ignoring all else, he strops and clasps
the excited”, half-sobbing child with cqnxl
warmth to his heart. The little rings of hair
arc Ecft cnrls; tho round dimpled arms and
Ires arc slender anil covored; too sun flush is
gore from tho littlo eager face; the pink sun
bonnet replaced by r. dainty while thing of
lace and ribbon, bnt it isatill Hedeyetta, cling
ing to liOT friend. At last sho frees him and
pulls him forward.
"Mamma,” she cries, “hero's my Mr.Bertio—
and this is mamma; poor mammy went iway,
hut I siy praj ore for her every day—and for
J« nky tec—and Jcnky comes to ace ma in our
houso where mamma lives and Jessamine—my
ahdor— don't you see Jcssimine.
Does ho not sen JcBsamine? Jessamine who
stands so im'.m to outward seeming, who would
be fair as tbe flower whoso name she hears,
i wtre pot chcok, throat and brow all one dsop
crimson—tees her and knows in one glad in
stant that his search is ended.
”X had no i lea of finding so much in ono
person, Mr. Bertie,” Mrs. Eliot is saying: “rav
dear friend's child—tbo printer of onr littlo
girl’B lovely portuitnnd hor much talkcd-of
frier.o. We can’t very well mako friends ho re,
bn;you must cr.mo and sea ub. Yos, Baby,
yen may indeed—show him ovorything—toll
him everything. Como and dine with ns to
morrow evening at 7. Wo will be so glad to
sea you. will wc not, Jessamine?”
And Egbert looks at Joesamino—swoot, any
and b-nsbing, lovelier in bor fair, pure maid
enhood than even tho ‘Semany’ nf his dreams,
looks at hor—and hears no dissenting word;
A BEAItTr.KSS HUSBAND.
How a.,
Bov, IK Winslow Sent Hia Wife
to un Untimely Grave.
From the Sew York Graphic.
A month ago a homo letter brought to mo
the revs or tho death of tho wife of Ezra D.
WinaloWj+B noted Button forger. Mrs, Winslow
was a woman of the sort that always brings about
her hosts of friends, eho made them continually,
and she kept them, Still, 1 do not believe that
there writ one who knew that sho was dead that
would have Wished it otherwise. Mrs. Window,
formerly Miss Ayers, was married to Mr. Window
while he “fas nineteen and the was seventeen, the
TV-Llllt. Of fi. UllFSV Dll ft itrnnln tnwn n ! nl. fpl. S. ...
remit 0! a pure and simple love match. This was
shortly before tlio hegtnntng cf tho late war,
through which Mr. Winslow served with honor
and rerp-.c". ss an active chaplain. Very soon
afitr their marriage a boy was burn, and as years
went on H e sweet mother and handsome child
and the honored father became known and loved
everywhere, hater on Mr. Winslow became in
terested iifAiany tilings: journalism, real estate
Htc vntiiftr'r K1Y.ni/1. .a<,.i „».• _«■ <
his miulsrc, politics and speculation of a number
of kinds. .0 e wrs a man without the slightest
otteiitalli.1- ' genial, generous, practical, affablc-
tn fact, as correct and as interesting a man as ever
made his way in the world. He moved to Auburn-
dale, one of the villages of Jiewton,near Boston,
and fairly made it, socially and practically, lie
icude money honestly and rapidly, and spent it
like a .-hiewd business man. He built many
houses, uinnci them the house now occupied by
E B. Hu: be a, one of the proprietors of tho Eostou
Herald, and afterwards, if I mistake not. that now-
occupied by anotiier proprietor, R. M. Pulsifer.
Never was a man more universally beloved than
he. No one could have.bcen more resDccted. His
word and tils smile were valued as cnly those of
one man in a Village of that sort can be in a cen
tury. The best men were his friends and inti
mates. The- 0 « as lu no way a flaw, a fault, to be
found with the man or his position. He was
unique. ‘ •
One tosht r.'-out Christmas tide, ten years ago,
his house wan bunted to the ground. A • few
nights later he carried his weeping, fainting wife
Into A waiting train, tho pale, questioning-lad of
fifteen yean following with a atstcr of Mrs, Wins
low. lnt :,’stime the news spread that Mr.
d*y» ! •• until it wasprored beyond a doubt,
aid “11 nr 4" absolutely refused to believe tho
. — • and reprinted in tho papers. .. ..
tho whole p-uri(SifCIjte5t'dpeiny; ! '® 11
On arriving In Amsterdam tho fugitives were
detained, and again In Loudon Mrs. Winslow was
rclbid of money that was probably her owa, but
was certainly never returned to them whom hor
hu: band bad wronged. Then Mr. Winslow went
to Brazil and his wife came back to her home,
bringing her boy to be educated. She parteJ from
her husband, whom she had learned t i liuo-v a<
criminal, but loved as dearly as ever, oaly tempo
rarily. she tbous bt. She expected from him a
speedy summons to return and the means to do so.
'J his summons failed to come.
Instead, there came one day from the raa-i whose
wife rhe was, trvl whom she loved to well, it copi
er a newspaper he bad established in Eld. Her
frst thought was pride and hope commingled. Ho
was clever; he would retrieve his fortunes; he
would wipe out the disgraceful debt!
Then there met ber eye a faint pencil mark. Il
encircled a notice of her dcaui at her home in
Newton.
Can you Imagine the inten ity of that blow? No
one can. Nor of the one that watted but four short
weeks to tollow. A not her paper came. It con
tained tbei notice or hU marriage to another
woman.
BILL ARP’S LETTER;
THKGENIALPHILOSOPgR AT HOME
AGAIN.
North Carolina's School J’aoititlos-ShuUIa snd
Spool Factories—A Dog Congress-Ths Qua
kers snd Their Peculiar JBodo of Wor-
shlp-Ooneord and Its Factory.
Hideous b c this woman’* sufferings must have
Ken. .“he gave no sign, i-'or a long time even her
boy, her own si-ten, did not know_of this. All
they saw or fctew was that she no longer planned
to go to her husband; that the sad face grew
turner; that the idue eyes prow larger bnt fade 1:
'.bat there wa-> neither u word oi hope nor a word
01 reproach on her lips; that she lived only to ..ee
In r 1 r,y grow np an honest, loving man, and ;o do
good aud to be good to all.
h r nine y*: 1 r- this woman was condemned to
live this horrible existence. A sadder, swceler,
purer, heller woman than In all her pure life she
bad been before, nusgiuc lier sufferings if you can
aud oe clad with litoso that loved her that a
mouth ago she died. May the God she trusted
have pity on her!
lHRYING LAWYERS.
•iillnr
Way They IMspoao of Them to
Texas.
From the Hlcckion Mail.
A ktockttn lawyer was nt tho. big city by
tbe bay the other day, and white watching a-arge
funeral wind slowly along to the hills he was ac
costed by a tall Allow, whoso sunburned fare was
eat ratios id cd by the wide brliu of a slouch h tL
"Could you tell me.” asked the stranger politely,
“whore turnout that is?"
"Ye*, sir! 'answered the law man, sharply.
“Thank you. And whose Is it?"
"The undertaker’*.”
"Ah! And may l ask who the Corpse wnsi''
“Yon may."
“Thank you. And whowasjjic?”
"A lawyer.”
North Carolina is woll abreast with Georgia
in tho facilities sho is giving hor children to
obtain an education. Daring tho last year
there was drawn from her treasury Bcven
hundred thousand dollars for this purpose.
Georgia did not spond thin much, although
aho had un income of three hundred thousand
dollars from tho State road.
Like Georgia, North Carolina ha3 a state
univoisity at Chapel Hill, and has a Methodist
coliego at Trinity, aud a Baptist college at
Wake Forrest and a Presbyterian colic go at
Davidson. Then there is tho famous Bine-
ham school, and others of less note. Thesa
are for tho boys, and aro liberally patronized.
Trinity collcgo is fivo miles from the Rich
mond and Danvillo railroad, at High Point.
It is situated on a high plateau of sandy
loamy land and is environed by beautiful
farms and many small industries that make
these farms profitable. Just plant 150 stu
dents and 150 mechanics in a community if
ycu want to see farming prosper. I wish I
conld put that sentouce in italics. Collcgo
boyB are well behaved nowadays—better than
they vitro before the war for thoy are poorer.
Most of them wore brought up poor and re
member wbat a strain it is to thoir parents to
keep them in college. Before tho war most of
tho boys were rich and proud and
a stingy boy was looked upon as
a plcbtau or a charity student, but no ,y many
of tho lioyB mess togothor in clubs of eight or
ter, and hire a cook so as to rcduco their board
to the lowest passible limits. Thoy lose no
casto or fellowship by this, but 8,ro commend
ed for it. I saw at Trinity tho game of foot
ball for tho first time, and Hiked it. It is
that same old “shinny” without tho crookod
sticks that wo used to nso, aud without the
voeden ball. That shinny was a rough and
dangerous game aud X still havo memories of
hard knocks that laid mo up for a time. Near
Trinity is an extensive shnttlo facturv
ihat euppliis many s>uth:ra mills
and a factory that makes spool Epiudles for
tho Williamamic thread company. There is
aiso a large tannery and a shoo factory that
turns out 100 pair every day. Their shoC3 are
all engaged before tboy are made, aud com
mand a better price than northern shoes, for
the people know they arc honest work and
honest leather, A Bosh hill brogan will bring
two dollars as readily as a northern brozan
will bring one dollar and r half.
The dog congress was jnst beginning to con
vene at High Point. It convenes there every
year about this time, and a straugor is liible
to fall ever a dog most ar;ywhere about --yn.
The hotel was crowded with them I could
r,-amn,
center, aud for an" hour cr two listened to tlio"
yarns of these eportsmeu as thoy told of their
ae ventures tb&tcovered » territory from Maine
to Mexico, and Included toe Rooky mountains.
Setae of them had been cn tlio beards a; min-
stielr, and they wound up with banjo music
and ntgro Bongs and a dance, all of vvhito n- ,s
enioitalningaud kept mo awake, and (render
ing how many kinds of people it took
to make a world. Hundreds of sportsmen
ard dogs were expected at this congress, for
there was a great wager up for tho host day’s
work among tho quails. These sports have
leased the shooting privilege on ten thousand
acres near by and havo mauy other smaller
areas secured. They start out by sun rise in
long-bodied hacks with six or eight in the
scat* aud toe dogs iu baliatt, aud return after
uigbt with bags full of birds that aro to bo
shipped north by the first train. Their dogs
aie very precious, tome of them ratod at a
thousand dollars, and I was very careful not
to offend them, and felt like bowing and tip*
ing my hat as 1 gavo them thosidewa'k and
raid "pond morning, dog.”
There aro some Quakers in these puts.
They arc a qniot, industrious people, they
ucvirqnarrel or go to law, they won't buy
steris with horns for fear thoy will fi-jht.
They l ave a meeting honr? bat no preaching,
no singing, no pulpit, no nothing but solemn
silence. It is just a placo to meditate and
render. There are a lot ;f common (ranches
for the young folks who don’t want to ponder
and another lot of high no bunches at the end
for the sanctified. There benches aro .just
hirb enough to lot the legs hang down with
out tom hing toe floor. That position is sup-
pored to bo peculiarly favorable to
meditation. I think I shill try it. They
cites tliedr hands devoutly and fix thoir eyes
open space, and do not move until their me ii-
tarion provokes them to say something or to
s’.::lc oil' the bench and pray. If they arc
moved to say tomotliing it "is a very littlo
s-mething—a line or aveisc frjtn Scripture,
such as ' I!!rated are the dead who die iu the
lord.” or “Honor thy father and mother.”
When they slido down to pray the prsycr 13
silent and short, r.nd they slid..- up again and
resume pcs-tiou. When they have all
worshipped enough, some leader gives a sign
m d i-s the saints face each other on the high
benches they all with one accord slido ofl' and
approach to the center and 1 bake hand 5 and tho
service is over. The last; hand shako is the
B'gmri of relief to the youog folks, aud thoy
get out as quickly as school "
The stranger paused as if doubtful of h*.s ears
looked a; the law man earnestly aud asked, lu an
eager, you Ooa’i say so sort of voice:
■T»!d ycu fay a lawyer? 1 '
“Yet* Mr; a lawyer.”
“IJ'in; that’s Hrange.”
nuyihiuir strange about it,*' totorted
the attorney, fljghlly nettled.
“Well,” crcltimed the other suavely; “you see,
we don’t bury lawyers lliat way down in Texas,
where I came from.”
"KoY”
”>*o. When a lawyer dies there we put him in
the third story of a racial building, you know.”
He pnufcd with tugravat ug calmness.
••Well?”
'And then we go up the next day, an J the
V£T
"Gone where."’
•■'Thai's the mystery,” replied the Texan, shrug-
giug bis should! rs; “nobody knows where.”
•■Why, that’s the strangest thing I ever hoard
of?’
“Yes" mid the mild Texan, “but that ain't the
queen si thing about it. either.”
“Not”
“No. There’s a tcrriblo smell of brimstone left
in tbe room."
■They parted with mutual disuse.
HHHHHHHp boys at reeoss.
Well, they like that becaurn their fathers did,
and suit is all light. Hut I couldons holp
ruminating on the contrast to some othor
kinds of worship. One thing is certain—they
will never proselyte tho darkies to any alarm-
Itg extent.
t Coi-cord is a nice railroad, town. It is a milo
| away from tlio depot and nearly a mile
r high np. It bas a good trado and handles
i about twelve thousand biles of cotton. Tnore
is a largo cotton mil) hore, and during
all these labor troubles, it has moved quietly
along and declared its usual semi-annual div
idends. One of 1’owdcrly’s men cam: thoro
lstta;>ri»g to organize and ho was politely in
vitee! to leave town, and ho left. Those Con*
j coni folk are still rebellions notwithstanding
tho name and they caunot be driven by Driest
nor politician. Tho “ring” nominated a min
tor tho legislature whom the “boya” did uot
like, and so out of burlesque thoy put np the
biggest, dirtiest, fioggishost o' 1 rip thoy conld
fii d awl with tho aid of the negroes actually
elected him and I never tan-a sot of peo
ple so mollified, Thoy carried tho joko too
far anil wore in a state of supremo repontonca.
Some advised that a writ of lunatico dc inqui-
rondobo sued out, but. others were trying to
get tho old follow to resigu. He, too, thought
it was a joke of tho boys, hut tho result
swelled him np and ho boasted of hia victory
to mo. “I got ’inn, by golly, I got ’em—dog
my cats if I dident. I’m gvviue to* Roily,
din god if I ain’t, and I’m gwino to piss a law
that thcee hero stuck up school tcschi rs shill
teach twclvo hours a day for fifty conts—
dop’d if I dou’i; aud I’m gvsiuo to havo nil the
whisky •nylixed jo* like thoy do tho
iuanna. Thoy shall soil as hotter whisky
for leu cents n drink, dog’d if thoy Suaut," aud
tbe tobacco juice ran down from toe constthl
of hi* mouth. Such are politic!, concord or
no concord. I do hope thov will find sons
way to get ont of the scrape.
Davidson college is one of the prettltal
P'aee* 1 have visited. It is quite an old tins*
institution, and they proooso to celebrate Its
semi centennial next Juno. It haa turned out
more Presbyterian preachers than any eolion
in toe sonth* It does uot claim to be secta
rian, aud in fact is not, but as it is sustained,
.* measure, by Presbyterian
?J“?f 8 .. Jt V Classed as a Presbyterian
institution. It has an endowment that make*
it comparatively independent, and any young
man who desires to enter tin Christian minis
try gets his education free. The grounds
around the college are lovely. Foot ball is
the favorite game hero too. that is late in tha
afternoon, but about bed time on a Friday
night tho boya *efc on a musical, military taiw
and serenade the town. They have a base
drnm and a cornet and fill in with a rattler
anil go tooting aronud in double column. They
show thoir appreciation of the president and
prcffs oTs aud then finish up with a salute to
the population at random. They honored me
a c a H and of course
1 had to respond. The music was so thrilling
that I was electrified and stretched forth my
hand and exclaimed: “Ab! music, what is it,
8r ;d'WBCro doos it dwell? Soldiers can’t fight
without it; preachers can’t preaoh without it-
lovers Can’t court without it; coUege boya
can t go to sleep without it on a Friday night,"
Toot! toot! Hurrah! Three cheers! Twenty
minutes for dinner! And the kettle drum
rattled and the welkin rang. “History ia
repeating herself,” said I. “Forty years ago I
was doing just what yon boys are doing to
night. and forty years hence you boys will bo
doing just what I am doing now.” Toot! toot!
Hurrah! hurrah for Bill Arp! Never say diet
Don t give np the ship! Toot! toot! boom!
boom! And the drums beat and tho hom
squealed.
Well, it was splendid fun, and I enjoyed It
as much as tho boys. They were jnst running
over and had to ilo something. They are all
young men of good habits and good manner*
and faithful application to study, bnt there is
as fino a field for a music teacher at Davidson
as I know of. While I wai up stairs in a
brick houso the earthquake catno
along again and shook ns np
lively. It was the teverest and lasted the
ongeet of any that I have felt, and I did not
like it at al). A litt?© while beforo I had been
shewn where the great high columns that sup
ported the gable prelection of one
1 tho college buildings had
been displaced at their tops several
inches. The quake of August 31st did that.
1 am not panicky nor finicky, but still I had
rather live in aoue-fitory wooden house th©3e
times. This lean off year, aud I am looking
out lor another fall of meteors. There is some
Kin between earthquakes and electricity aud
between electricity and tho meteors. X re
member seeing the “stars fall" in 1333 and
my father said he felt his nerve-3 to tingle just
like he had hold of the arms of a magnetic
battery. George Lester aud I wont out next
morning and looked for the stars on the potato
patch, bat we oSuMn’t find them. History
as o^.-urriw,,
nigiu in great -ho-.v-rs anil there was a rVd-'
Just left on tha roofs of the homes. Humboidt
tells of a great fall on the same night ia 1757,
and on the anno n:ght in l-’l m:d 3o.il in
Germany, aud In lf-33 In tec Felted States.
The noxt were on tho sano night in Europe
in 1S11 and 184$) I wondor what tha twelfth
of November has to i!« with this business, I
don’t believe wo understand evorythiug no
Low.
Home again new for a season, bat I am go
ing bark to North ( nro'.ioa ?osn. I
—„ — - like that
state and her people. Tho latch string hangs
on tho ontsidc and tho dog is tied up in tho
back yard. I met two preachers over there,
aud thoy introduced themselves, aud I told
them I knew they were preachers when I saw
than waiting about town. One of thorn asked
mo how 1 knew it, and 1 sa*d I
couldent tell exactly how, but
their faces and thoir wa'k and their
clothes said so. One of them was a large man
and ho bad the biggest foot I ever saw ou •
whiteman. I tl-irk his sbno was about num
ber fifteen, audit looked like a big dogwood
glut that John sprits rails with, aid ho calls
it his “buitcr.” “I’ll tel! yen how yon know
I was a preacher,” said he. ‘ You saw my
feet and remembered tho Scripture that says,
“How beautiful upon the mountains aro tho
Aiun twuuiui Ui>uju but! UI'IUUIHIUB
feet of thciso who bring glad tidings.” Ho
was a wag if ho was a preacher, and as I ro-
T-- "ot u uu has it {•ivauuuts nuu n? a hj*
plied, “Well I am euro I am in Piedmont now
fur fhin in Mm f/iri? nf tViA mnnnKin M fttltl X
tor ttis is too foot of tho mountain,” .iu x
pointed down to his alligator lirogans. Ho
was no qfaaker for bo smiled out loud aud
aid “Jess so.” BtLt. Am*.
THK HADDOCK MURDER.
The Mystery Unraveling—A Man Who Knows
Somethin" of It,
Csraco, November LI—A Drily Nows
special from Sionx 1 ty, Iowa, referring to tho
Haddock murder esse, in which tha saloon
keepers aro charged with having Haddock
murdered becar.eo of his temperance
speeches, says that Mr. D. W. Neal, of
New Jefferson, Iowa,is here ready to apposr as
a witncES in tho conspiracy esses. Prosecut or
Murphy regards him as an exceptionally hon
est witness. Ho relates that about July J-',
ten days before the murder, ho wasapproiclrod
by a Jewish saloon koepov named Adolshoimo,
who proposed to himlibcral pay if ho would
take a contract to do a '‘click job."
Neal is a brakemsn aud was
living hero at tho time. He bad formerly
known Adelsheimo at Cedar Ripids. Adol-
sheime first askod him if ho wouldn't narao
somebody who could do the work. Noal did
not quite grasp the proposition aud suggested
some Cedar Rapids gamblers, well known to
Adeliheimc. Tim latter said:
“No. I know tootc folicws: thoy are gamb
lers: they won’t do at all. What wo want
aono is hard work killing. Why can’t you do
it?”
“Who do yon want killed?” S3kcd Nosl.
“This Methodist minister upon tho bill,
(ire suing Haddock) There ia big monoy in
it. You will never bo found out. I will send
you anywhere yon want to go—to California,
the old country, anywhere.
Neal said ho would think of it.
“New, the saloonkeepers havo a mooting
th ! s afternoon,” said Adelsheimc, "and I’ll see
what can bo done. You como to my placo at
0 o'clock tonight, and I will let you know.”
Neal agreed, and the two men
separated. Neal went across tho
street, to a colorcdbarbor named Smith and
revealed his conversation with AdeUheime.
Smith says ; “Yon take my advice and have
nothing to do with this thing ''
Whon Smith was asked today if he conld
verify Neal’s story ho said, “Yes.” Adol-
shrime denies Neal’s story as a fabricatmnjinfc
admits having known him in Cedar Rapids.
She Shot II©r S«*iluc©r,
Winfield, Kane., November 13.—At five
o'clock this xnoxnfngr, at tho Bietluu house, XAUIaa
Quinn f hot Frank K. Lockwood and then hor?elC,
beth throunh tho head. Slic is dc«d and it Is be
lieved lie cnur.ot live. It U understood lo l*o »
i tt«e ot teductiou, A corouer’t> jury Vfili luYddt*
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