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VOL I.
LICHT AT EVENTIDE.
The .lay had bedn, oh! so dreary,
With its tempest—winds and rain:
I laid longed for otto ray of sunshine,
But ail day long in "vain;
And the night was closing round mo
Lonely and cold and gray,
As I sat by the window watching
The death of the dreary day.
I opened toy mother's Bible,
And on its page I read
What one of the grand old prophets
In time of trouble said—
The sweet and comforting faith promise,
That bids ns in abide,
When tiie day is dark with tempest—
"There’ll be light at eventide.”
Lot, as I read the chapter.
Dear to each trusting heart—
The clouds above the hilltops
Suddenly broke apart.
Bright with unearthly beauty
The valley stretched away,
And God’s sunshine was all about me,
At the dose of the dreary day.
—Eben E. in The
Love or Lucre.
“Of course I have not married him
because I was in love with him,” said
May Harriott, with a light laugh.
She was sitting in a gold-and-duu-
colored boudoir, hung with silken
tinted uraphries, and carpeted in pale
gray Aubusson,bordered with scarlet.
The windows were tilled full of flower¬
ing-plants, ail exquisite statue of llehe
occupied a marble. pedestal in the
mi dtil 0 of the room, and the panels of
the walls, filled in with mirrors, niotidC. re¬
flected the young bride’s every
a score of times.
Mrs. Harriott was dressed in a Wat¬
teau . wrapper of .rose-colored silk,
which fell around her in pink clouds,
pale Neapolitan corals, carved so
delicately that a magnifying-glass
would not have put them to the blush,
hung from her delicate ears, and
clasped the folds of tulle at her throat,
diamonds glittered on her fingers, and
the tiny handkerchief peeping from
her pocket was edged with lace that
would have made a princess’ ransom!
And May’s face, all lilies and' roses,
with the glory of gold hair I floating
away from it, was a jewel well worth
all this expensive setting.
Flora Field, her old schoolmate, sat
opposite to her, secretly envious of
all this splendor, and wondering that
May Haven, who had taught in the
same district school as herself, was
not more elated by this sudden pro¬
motion.
“Well, then,” said she, “why did
you marry him?”
“Because 1 was poor and he was
rich. Because I was tired of teaching,
and he offered me all this!”
And May glanced around upon the
luxuries that surrounded her.
“Nobody could be foolish enough to
suppose it was a love-match.” said
she.. “He’s ever so much older than
I am, and not at all my ideal! But I
couldn’t drudge on forever at my pro¬
fession, and I think I’ve made a lucky
exchange.”
“May you are a heartless coquette!”
cried out Flora Field.
“No, J am not,” said May, with a
shake of the lovely golden curls.
“You would do just the same thing
yourself, Flora Field, if you had the
chance; you know you would.”
And as May laughed out a sweet,
defiant chime, she did not know that
her silly words had had another auditor
than Flora Field—that the door lead¬
ing into the rich banker’s study was
ajar, and that he had heard every
syllable she spoke.
It was quite true that Frederick
Harriott was not a young man. He
had passed the Bubicon of middle age
before he had allowed himself to fall
fa love .»d marry—and the fluo.e
burned all the deeper and more tender,
iu that the wood was mellowed by age!
He lard looked upon Hay.
little less than an angel, and now-
“I should have known this before,”
he said to himself, with ashen-pale
faee and trembling limbs. “I should j
have Lave divined that spriim SpriUg and autumn
were unsuited. So—she married me
for my money?”
“May,” he said that evening, “I
have tickets for the opera tonight.
Would you like to go?”
“No, I don’t think I care about it,”
said May, listlessly.
“Then we will remain at home ami
I will read you that flew poem,” sug¬
gested the husband.
“I am tired of poetry,” pettishly
retorted May. “I do wish you would
leave me to enjoy myself in my own
way once in a while!”
“Do I bore you, May?” Frederick
Harriott asked with an inexplicable
quiver in his voice.
“Awfully! I’m just in the midst of
rrrv TRIBUNE.
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Don’t Give Up tlao Slilp.”
BUC HANAN GA> FRIDAY, APRIL 1. 1SHS.
this delightful story, ami I can’t bear
to be interrupted.”
“Very well. The offense shall not
bo repeated,” said Mr. Harriott,
. .
<lull>t
Alter that a subtle ami smblen
change came over Ins whole ltfe He
was as courteous an attentive to Ins
voting wife as ever, but May felt that
nil he heart and sou! were gone out
of the little courtesies, the serupul-
ously -i emhtred attentions,
For awhile she rather liked it.
was a.relief to teel that Ins eye was
not always on her, Ins thoughts fob
lowing her. She could go where she
pleased now, and lie asked no qnes-
10 ‘V ‘ l® could employ hei time o
‘ lally^ihe s „ ‘kV began L, to lealtze !° k + that 'i she Ti luut i
ost ..01 ttlnngwliuh "as not easily to
.ie rep r need.. JTAVnoH had regarded • her hns-
' »y
1 oaui s ove as one ot the fixed polar
151 I 1 _°'‘_ r L liei X1 f hca.t f’ w.c n 11 slif- Indy
p.'ii'eiM*' lia.it was somehow slipping
uyviiF row her.
Fmedenck she said one evening, .
sitting opposite fit her husband, have
j. or.emiea you.
I.e glanced caielessh up from lus
“Offended me, May? Why, wliat a
ridiculous idea! Of course you haven’t
offended me.”
“I—I thought your manner some-
what different of late,” faltered the
young wife, bending her head closer
over her embroidery.
“One can’t keep 011 the honeymoon
gloss forever,” said the banker, indif-
feieutly.
Uife is full of antitheses; and love
is the strangest complexity in life,
For, as May Harriott grew strength-
dled in the idea that her husband was
oeasing to adore her after the old
idolatrous fashion, she began to fall
in love with the one she had married
for money.
Frederick Harriott was not young,
hut he was iu the prime of middle age.
He was not boyishly handsome like
the wax heads May had seen in tiie
bar herd shop windows, but he had the
port and mien of a prince. All women
are prone to hero worship, and our lit-
tie May was no exception to the
ordinary rule. For the first, time in
ber life site was falling in love,—and
with her own husband.
A few weeks only elapsed when a
crisis in the banking business rendered
it imperatively necessary that Mr.
Harriott should go to Vienna for two
or three months. Poor, May looked
aghast as her husband mentioned his
intentions to her in the same cool,
matter-of-fact way in which he might
have criticised the weather.
“Going to Vienna!” she gasped.
“Oh, Frederick!”
( 6 My dear child it is a mere baga¬
telle of a journey! One doesn’t mind
travel nowadays. I shall not be later
than November in returning.”
. • But—1 may go with you!”
.. You? My dear, don’t think of it.
My travel will necessarily be too rapid
to think of encumbering myself with
a companion. I must go and come
with the greatest speed!”
May said nothing more, but there
was a blur before her eyes, a sicken¬
ing sensation of despair at her heart.
He cared no more for the society which
had been dear to him once. Oh, what
had she done to forfeit the love that
had once been poured out so fondly on
her life?
It was a rainy June twilight when
the banker, wrapped in a deadnauglit
coat, and with his traveling-cap pulled
down over his eyes,paced up and down
the deck of the steamer Galatea, heed-
!«. of all the t,remit of »-ei s l,i„ g
anchors. Through the misty dusk he
tried vainly to catch the ghostly out-
H»~.» the erty aj.irea-.lre oily that
Be 1 '! his young "lie.
will be happy enough without
me, he tol J h »a»elf, Bitterly She
has her mother and sister with her.
She bade me adieu without a tear,and absence
it may be that my continued
will Wh her to think less coldly of
me. Dear little May—sweet spring
blossom—my prayers may reach you,
if my love cannot!”
And, as the steamer plowed her way
onward and the darkness deepened,
Frederick Harriott went below.
To his infinite surprise, the state¬
room he had engaged for his own be¬
half aucl use was not empty. A lady
sat there, with veiled face and droop¬
ing head. Frederick Harriott paused
in surprise—the figure rose up, and,
throwing aside its veil, revealed the
blue, starry eyes and pale cheeks of
May herself!
“Oh, Frederick, pardon me!” she
sobbed, throwing herself into his
arms; “but I gould not let you go
aloue! I love you, Frederick. 1 can-
not live without void U hen I thought
, , being aloue, perhaps ill,
0 you in u
strange bind, thought should lose
my senses. Dear husband, te
that you are not angry with me?
And she burst into a flood of tears
My own AK-y-my wtiS-my love
Close close to n.y heart tor evermore!
And that n as all he sanl
.invi a\en had married tor . money;
May Harriott had learned the secret
ot lote.
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WHERE U TTLE_THINCS ^ COUNT.
j, uch A(lo hl Ttt .„ m s it ti ,,ks Over »»
Error »f Forty-Kiv«. ......... *
Bookkeeping has been reduced to
suc]l ail exact science in the big met-
ro polita U hanks that the clerks are ex-
pected to strike a correct balance at
the dose of each day’s work, no mat-
ter if the transactions run into the
millions «r dollars. When the
f a ;i to balance, the whole force of die
hank is put t > work to discover
error, and 110 clerk starts for home
until it is discovered ' whether
amounts to two cents or #2000.
erally a quarter of an hour will bring
the mistake tonight, but sometimes
the hunt is kept up until lata into the
night.
bucli a search was being conducted
in a New York bank located in
vicinity of Wall street. Forty-five
cents were missing. At six o’clock
not a trace of the errant sum had been
discovered. Dinner was sent in for
the whole force from an adjoining res-
tanrant, and after half an hour’s rest
the search was again taken up. Mid-
night came, but still 110 clew, so sand-
wiches and coffee were served.
“Hello!” said a clerk. “The Blank
National people are working tonight
too. Guess*they’re iu the same box.”
Sure enough, the windows of die
hank across the street were brilliantly
lighted. The incident was soon for-
gotten when the wearying hunt after
that elusive forty-five cents was re-
suined. Shortly after one o’clock in
the morning, as they were about to
give up for the night, aloud rapping
was heard at the front door of the
bank.
“Hello! Hello! What’s the noth
ter?” called the cashier through the
key-hole.
“Matter, you chumps. Why,we’ve
got your blamed old forty-five cents!
Come along home to bed!”
Outside stood the crowd of clerks
from the neighboring bank. It up-
peared that, in making a cash trail-
saction, one of the hanks had paid the
other forty-five cents too much. As a
result half a hundred men had worked
for nine hours, and the search was
only ended then because a bright clerk,
noticing the light in tho hank oppo¬
site, shrewdly guessed the cause,
hunted up the cash slip, and discov¬
ered the error.—Harper’s Bound
Table.
Th<»n They Smiled.
A little boy from California who
has been about a great deal was spend¬
ing the holidays with his Washington
cousins. He lias enjoyed the sights
of the capital, but he hasn’t permitted
himself to be in the slightest degree
overawed by anything he lias seen.
His cousins took him—“carried” him,
they said of it themselves—to the
national museum one day, and called
his attention to the great log of petri¬
fied wood lying just outside the door.
The little Californian had been a little
depressed, but lie brightened up at
the sight.
“I’ve seen a whole tree like that,”
he said.
J, ''“’rme " • . , •
. . whole forest of trees
. ves t ” went on the vouna
,
, ^ ■ \ v.leutb , ,,,, ( , ,•
‘
fornift boy n on g
>
whole woods of putre-
. ‘ _, ifl .* ,.y„ aui ‘ i thev’s
‘'efiedb„'ds . sitting aid- ;
P u on em,
au< l with one last effort to disturb
the calm self-satisfaction of his com¬
panions, “they’re singing putrefied
songs, too.”—Washington Post.
The Light of the House.
Mr. Bomanz—I tell you what, a
baby brightens up the house, and
that’s a fact.
Mr. Fractikel—Yes; we’ve had to
keep the gas burning all night ever
since ours was born.— Philadelphia
Record.
Lobsters have a great dread of thun¬
der, and when peals are very loud will
swim to deeper water.
QUEER AMERICAN R A :.RS.
One Florida Stream That seems t
cldeil What la t><».
F. II. Spearman tells of “Queer
American llivers”iu St. Nicholas. The
author says:
Kvery vftriet y of river in the wmld
( ' ' ' "
fttCe ()f tll f lob ;, lffortl8 8 J h an ;ls .
sortmeut 0 streanis for ifshim- and
boating and swimming and skating— ..','
j \ . ,] os *hiiviii"- i b anv nuiuhcr of sti\ ‘these 1US
011 vllic yoll , a n do none of
things* ive?s iike 'One can w^ hardly inui- ine
i them,’as lhaf ’but have them
1)1#uty of yon sliaU sec.
As for fishing, fifes the American hoy
mav cast his for salmon in the
Arctic circle, or angle for sharks under
„ tropical sun in Florida, without
leaving ‘but the domain of the American
thig. the fishing rivers are not
the. most curious, nor the most in-
structive as to diversitv of climate,
soil, and that sort of tiling-physical
geography, the teacher <alls it.
For instance, if you want i<> get a
good idea of what'tropical heat and
moisture will do for a country, slip
your canoe from a-Florida steamer
into the Ocklawalia river. It is as
odd as its name, and appears to b e
hopelessly undecided as to whether it
had better continue in the fish and al-
lig'utor and drainage business, or de-
vote itself to raising live oak and cv-
press trees, with Spanish moss for
undresses as a side product.
In this fickle-minded state it does a
little of all these things, so that when
you are really iu on the river von think
you are lost the woods, and when
you actually get lost in the woods,you is'
are quite confident your canoe at
last 011 the river. This confusion is
due to the low, flat country, and the
luxuriance of a tropical vegetation.
To say that such a river overflows
its hanks would hardly he correct ; for
that would imply that it was not behav-
mg itself; besides, it hasn’t any banks
— or, at least, very few! The fact is,
those peaceful Florida rivers seem to
wander pretty much where they like
over the pretty peninsula without
giving offense; but if Jack Frost takes
such a liberty—presto! you should
see how the people get after him with
weather bulletins and danger signals
ami formidable smudges. So the Ock-
iawalia river and a score of its kind
roam through the woods—or maybe
i( is the woods that roam through
them—and the moss sways from the
liveoaks, and the cypress trees stick
their knees up through the wa or in
the oddest war imaginable,
Swallowing S»uttons.
When children swallow buttons,
coins or other foreign bodies, it seems
to be a natural impulse for their
mothers to at once administer a pur¬
gative. Castor oil or the like is
usually given under the'idea of facili¬
tating the expulsion of the object
from the intestines; hut this is exactly
the wrong course to pursue. Purga¬
tives should not he given. They only
tend to make matters worse, for they
increase the natural movements of the
intestines and make the entanglement
of the object in some loop of the bow¬
els all the more liable. To adopt an
entirely reverse proceeding is the
proper mode of treatment, giving a
diet which is more constipating than
otherwise, for the aim should be to
lessen the movements of the intes¬
tines, and to cause the foreign body to
become imbedded in the food gi ;en.
Solid diet, such as bread and butter,
mashed potatoes, rice pudding, por¬
ridge and custards, with as little fluid
as possible, should he given. I 11 most
cases this course of treatment will he
effective; then give a dose of oil after
the foreign body has been expelled,
but not before.—New Ideas.
IInbl>it Scalps Costly.
The authorities of Sumner county,
Kan., have drained the treasury in
paying a bounty on rabbit Scalps, and
will appeal to the state authorities to
take up the work of exterminating
this pest by offering a bounty for jack
rabbit scalps.
O 11 Nov. 1 a bounty of three cents
was put upon rabbits, and it was to
hold good until March 1-, but in Janu¬
ary it was called off. The scalps came
in by hundreds and thousands, and
toward the last the treasurer was pay¬
ing out on rabbit account between
$400 and $500 a day.
The farmers of Sumner county
turned in an aggregate of 158,514
scalps at a cost to the county of
$4755.42.
Iu spite of the war waged against
them the number of rabbits shows uc
great decrease.
NO. 1T,
EiONDED MEN CLOSELY WATCHED.
Kn* Security Coiiipaniea Keep Tail «»»
Ttiose They \ ouelt For.
I The theory of the big security com—
panics, who*derive their profits from
guaranteeing the honestv of young
men who ltohl responsible positions i„
the mercantile world, that an ounce of
; ]U . ovelltion is worth a poun ,i D f cure,
| does not only apply to those who have
a penchant for betting their own ami
frequently their employer’s cash on
the races, but is a proverb that works
all the year round. While the fre-
qnent iLerful prosecution of defaulters is a
! aid in assisting others to re-
sist temptation, yet the security eora-
'there. panics are not satisfied with resting
They find it cheaper to pay
; detectives to be continually on the
wateli than to lock the door.us it were,
! after the horse lias gone. The sleuths
arc St. Louis men of long residence,
" ho know by sight tli • majority of
their employers’clients.and the watch
1 keep over them is far stricter
than the watched imagine. For in-
stance, since the tht-utrical season be-
Upend ! ;-- n two men have been detailed to
their evenings in frequenting
the all-night restaurants that are
! favored by ambitious young men who
want to live tweuty-lour hours of the
twenty-four.
Particularly do they direct their at-
tention to youths wlio have a pen-
chant for things theatrical. The spies,
for spies they are, do not look like the
Uoal thief-catcher; in fact, they would
, rather bo taken for about
; men town,
: "ho are out for a night’s frolic and
“hang the expense.” One of the most
■ active of the corps of detectives is to
' 'found most frequentlyin oneof the
Ug all-niglit resorts that is almost en-
tirely given over to the feminine con-
| tmgent of stageland after the mid¬
i nignt hour. With their local ac-
quaintances they sip their champagne
1111 M the early hours,and their escorts
arc, iu the majority of cases, young
fellows who hold salaried positions of
responsibility. Little Mr. Sleuth, sit-
ting quietly over in one corner, is ap-
pmentlv paying all his attention to
il ^ e an d rabbit. But in reality he
is making mental notes of how many
bottles of wine his prey is opening and
the general drift of the conversation
j* ' ie touches upon his business life,
The next morning the security com¬
pany which lias vouched for the young
man’s honesty is in full possession of
the facts,
If they are sufficiently damaging a
little note is indited to the young man,
and also to his employer, stating that
the bond made by the company is can¬
celed. The result is generally dismis¬
sal for the employe, and lie never
knows Hurt it all came from the fact
that he blew himself like a good fellow
for Tottie Footlights. Seriously, the
security companies find that the de¬
tective service more than repays them.
As the theatrical season grows apace,
of course, the activity of the sleuths
will increase, but already the plan has
been productive of results that would
astound the outsider if he only knew.
—St. Louis Republic.
The Dreaded Comes to Pass.
“Hush, now; your shoes squeak!
Take them off.”
“Do you think he is asleep?”
“Yes, but don’t breathe. Now-
wait. ”
“How dark the house is. Can’t X
light it up a little?”
“Sli-li! Certainly not. He would
hear the match. Come.”
“Hang the stairs! How they creak!”
“Step softly. Don’t stumble.”
“Where are you?”
“Keep quiet. Don’t breathe so
loud. ”
“I-I cau’t help it. I can’t hold it
in.”
“Sh-li-h!”
“Hang that chair!”
“Now you’ve gone anddone it! The
baby is awake!”— Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
Avoirdupois ami Marriage.
Capt. William Hudson of Missouri
and his wife together weighed over 700
pounds and were supposed to be the
largest married couple in the United
States, if not in the world. Captain
Hudson died recently, leaving an ex¬
tensive estate consisting mainly of
coal mines. He commanded a com¬
pany in the Twelfth Kentucky regi¬
ment during the civil war.
One Way.
Rev. Longnecker—I wish I could
think of some way to make the con¬
gregation keep their eyes on me dur¬
ing the sermon. _
Little Tommy—Pa, you want to jmfc
the clock Tight behind the pulpit.—
Boston Traveler.