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1 <r"niw>- ■- f f _ ~~ lip Our Story Corner 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* MSk