The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, May 15, 1884, Image 1
VOL. XIII.
DritUng Apart.
A gap in the crowd, and a moment we stand
Face to face and hand clasped in hand,
While your eyes, that are light with a soul
ful beam,
Awaken in mine own an answering gleam;
But a monient-then not knowing whither
wo'ro bound,
As the human tide that is surging around
Rolls between, we rush on with the hurrying
throng,
And our friendship is but a forgotten song,
Sweet while it lasted but soon forgot
A flower that had faded-a dream that is not.
A firmer hold and a stronger clasp,
A kindlier smile and a heartier grasp,
And the crowd might have swept unheeded
But who was to give it-you or 1?
So a sweetness is gone from our lives,and the
flower
Whose beauty has gladdened us many an hour
Lies dead, and the dream that we might have
made true
Like a shade has fled. Who is to blame-I
or you?
Ah, the world is so wide, and day by day,
We drift from each other stil further away;
do many around us with smiling applause
That seemingly sates us, we never pause
To think of at friendship that might have
been,
Till a world-wide distance lies between
And the tide has turned, and stranded a
lono
n the bare, bleak shore, we wearily moan
For that love we let pass unheeded by;
Then who is the sadder-you or I?
AUNT BETSY'S PRESENT.
"Well, I must say I think it is horri
bly moan of your Aunt Betsy, Estella.
After making such a favorite of you all
your life, and having you with her over
since you woro a more baby, she might
have sent you somethingr worth havingg
on your twenty-first birtihday, especial
ly as she knows how poor we are since
your father's death," said my mother
sharply.
"Yout had better take it as a hint for
the future, and not build any more cas
ties on what Aunt Betsy is likely to do
for you," remarked my sister Lena,
whild Walter, my only brother, added,
with a provoking grimace:
"lloro endeth my sister Stolla's
'great expectations.' "
"You need not, mako such unpleas
ant remarks," I answered pettishly.
"In sending me the portrait of her old
sweetheart, poor old auntie has given
me her greatest treasure, and she, no
doubt, thinks I shall value it as much
as she does."
"Woll, it may come in useful, after
all, for if, as I expect, you never get a
sweetheart, you can imagine he was
yours, when you are a sour old maid
like Aunt Betsy," said Lena, who prid
od herself not a little on being engaged
at eighteen, while I, at twenty-one, had
never had an offer, not even the ghost
of a lover.
I h4 lived with Aunt Betsy down in
her quiet country home in the south of
Cornwall until my father's death two
years before, when coming up to Lon
don for his funeral, I found my mother
left in such straitened circumstances
that 1 felt it my duty to stay and earn
what money I could to help her; there
by, however, I incurred Aunt Betsy's
anger.
"Surely," she wrote, "your brother
and sister can help your mother; you
have no need to leave ne lonely in my
old age, after I have had ail the troub
le of you as a child," etc., etc.
I would willinrly have returned, for
a close London lodging was not at all
to my taste after my aunt's large airy
country-house, but my mother seemed
to lean Q4 me, and so to dread my
leaving her, that I had not the heart to
go.
Aunt Betsy neither came nor wrote,
and I had quite resigned myself to the
idea that I was hopelessly on her black
books when tho above related event
took place.
Now I knew that I was forgiven. In
her early youth Aunt Betsy, then the
beautiful Elizabeth Marston, rmy fa-.
thier's only sister, laud been engaged tc
* the son and heir of a wealthay London
banker.
He had been sent abroad, on business
4 ~ for his father-, just before they were tc
ahave been married, and through th(
5jealous treachery of another- mani who
I. madly loved her, andl wished to sup
.5 plant his rival, the engagement had
been suddeonly broken off by him.
He then remained abroad, and Amz
Betsy never heard from him again.
Just before hie left England, he had
presented her with a beautiful little
miniature of himself set in gold and
diamonds, and this she hmad kept, to
gether with her maiden-name-no oth
or lover ever induced her to change it.
As a girl, 1 had of ten seen and rover
ently admlired the pretty souvenir, and
Ihad taken all a girl's keenl interest in
lhe love-story attached to it. Aunlt had
always told rme it was to be mine, and
now 1 felt certain wvith this treasure in
my p)ossession, that I had not quite lost
my old p)lace in her favor, though I
) heard In tile same letter in whichl she
solemnly commended the p)ortrait to
my care, that she had adop)tedl an or
p han girl in my place its her comniln
Ion and probable heiress.
I put thle letter _and portrait away
with a sigh of regret for my old happy
home, with its quiet and freedom from
the toil and care and worry that were
now my daily portion.
Things went on from bad to worse
with us, and my twenty-socondl birth
day found me in despair.
Walter, unable to got on here, had
gene to New Zealand; Lena had1( mar
ried on a very slender income, and
gone to live in the North. I could not
bend to ask help from Aunt Betsy, and
my mother was ill, and my work so
scarce that I could barely find us in
tho necessaries of life.
At last, I too, became ill, andI we had
not a penny In the house; everything
we had, oveon poor mamma's engage
ment rIng had gone for food.
"Stella, you must go and get some
money. Mrs. Burton nays ahe will
have the rent -by to-morrow, or we
shall have to turn out into the street.
There is--would you mind, dear?
your Aunt Betsy's present; you could
get enough for that to keep us for a
long time."
"Mamma dear, I cannot, dare not
sell It? Anything of mine I would with
hold, but this-oh, don't ask me!"
"And yet the generous donor has
nover sent us the p rice of a loaf," said
my mother bitterly. "Well, take my
Wedding-ring; It has never been off my
finger since your poor (lear father put
it on, twenty-five years ago; but It must
go now."
"No, no, mamma, von must not, you
shall not tako it of. I will go a
the pawnshop; tnen 1 may, porJ,.
got it back when Walter sonds us somo
money."
With a heavy heart and weary lag
ging steps, I departed on my hateful
tltsk. All our things had boen sold, we
had preferred to lose them to going in
to that last digraceoful refuge of the des
titute, a London pawnbroker's.
Arrived outside, I paced to and fro,
until my tottering limbs, weak from ill
ness and continual fasting, warned me
that my strength would not hold out
much longer.
I entered. Only one other person, a
tall dark gentleman, whose faco I could
not Feo in the semi-darknoss, stood
there talking to the shop-man.
"I tell you, my man, the plato is
here. It has been traced by a clover
detective, who will join mo hero in a
few minutes. He is only delaying be
cause he thinks lie has traced the
thief, and has gone to follow up the
search."
"Well, sir, I am sure you are mis
taken, but my principal will bo here in
a few moments, you must talk to him.
What can I do for you, young woman?''
he asked, turning to me somewhat oa
gerly, evidently glad of an excuse to
evade his unpleasant visitor's conver
sation.
Unablo to speak, I drew forth my
treasure. The shopnan looked suspic
iously at mc as he took it up and test
ed it.
"Your name and address, please,"
he said sharply. "And how much do
you want?"
"I want a-a little money, if you
please," I faltered.
As I spoke the gentleman turned,
and I could feel a pair of bright keen l
eyes scanning my palo face. I grow t
more helplessly confused, my tongue
absolutely refused to utter a word. I
"Tell the shopian how much you t
want, and your namo, my good girl," i
he said in a kind and pitying tone.
Then, fot tho first t ime, I raised my
eyes to his face, feeling I had found a
friend. Merciful heaven! was ldream- <
ing, or had my lato troubles driven I
reason from my brain, and filled it in
stead with wild delusive fancies. 1
Surely there stood the original of my
aunt Betsy's portrait, but young and
stalwart as ho had been forty years I
ago, when it was taken.
In vain I tried to speak. I could on
ly point helplessly to the portrait; the
shop, with its occupants and its con
tents, swain around me, and with a cry I
for help, I sank fainting to the ground. 1
When I next awoke to consciousness, 1
I was lying on an improvised bed on
the old couch in our sitting-rooml at I
home. I moved my head, it felt weak I
and sore. Then I tried to lift my
hands, but to my surprise I was power- 1
less to do so. A woman, plainly dress
ed, with a kind motherly face, was sit
ting near me, and rose as I moved.
I looked around bewildered.
''Mamma!'' I called feebly.
"Hush, hush, my dear miss," said
the kind-looking woman soothingly. 1
''You must not speak; your manma is
asleep and you might wake her."
So I lay still, wvondering weakly who
she was, and who hadl sent her there;
but presently, seeing her stir the fire
into a blaze, I forgot her caution, as all1
my old anxieties caime back, and I said
pleadingly:
"Don't poko the lire, pleaso. It will
burn out too quickly, and we have no
more coals."
''Oh, now, miss, you have been
dreaming. 'T'le cellar is nearly full,
the coals only came in last week."
Again I essayed to answer, but was
so gently, yet with such authority, or
dered to be quiet, that I was glad to
obey, so I lay still enjoying the sensa
tion of being able not even to think.
In a day or two I grew stronger, and
one morning to my delight my mother
came in, and I had leave givenmet
talk a little. met
Then I heard all about my lato ad..
venture.
"It is really a most wvonderful event,
iny dear, and reads like a chap)ter out
of a threc-volume novel," said my
mother, who, by the way, looked quite
briglht and strong again. "When you]
fell dowvn in a faint, you let fall the en- 2
velopo in wvhich you had carried the
miniature, and the gentleman who was
in the shop-.--"
"'I remember himi, mtanmma,'' I criodl
excitedlly, "lie was the very image of
the p)ortrait. I fancied I must be
dreaming."
"That is the strangest part of the
story, but you wvon't let me tell It to
you p)rop)erly my dear. That gentle
man sawv your name and address,
brought you liomc in a cab, sent in a,
nurse, and( everything we wvanted, andi
has been our good angel ever sno
IIo is Arthur Rasloigh, the only son
of your aunt Betsy's old lover, who,
after mourning the supp)osed faithless- 1
ness of his old love, married late in life,
and( has not long been doad, leaving I
Arthur a largo fortune. IIis astonIsh- 1
ment at seeing you with his father's
portrait, you may be sure, was very
great. Hlowever, it wvas a very lucky
thing for us; after all, Aunt Betsy'st
present was not such a poor one. By
the way, here it is; Mr. Rtashileigh was
kind enough to bring it back with
him."r
There was onie ting which did niot
appear to concern my mother in the
least, but made my pale face flame,
andl that was the Idea of receiving all
these benefits from a mere stranger,
umpen v'hom we had not the slightest
claim, unless thio fact that his father,
forty years before, had been my aunt's
lover, could be conisidleredl one.
So I miade uip an (eloqulent speech in
which I thanked him wvarmly for all his
goodness, and delicately yet firmly
conveyed the information that I intend
0(1 to fully repay him, as soon as I
could got to woerk again.
But carefully as I rehearsed it, that
eloquent speech was never uttoredh, nor1
(11( I wondler ait my mother's willing
floss to receive benefits from him, when1
once I had seen and( talkedI with him.
ieo was 8o lonoely, lie said, lie had not a
single friend or relative In England,
an(I a man-servant, wvhom lie had treat
ad withi kindneca Lad confide{nco, hmad
just robhnod him of soime valuable 01(1
fanily plato whiichi htis father had
thought highly of, anid hiad carried
with lim in al lA ; aniderings.
For mle-mnay I conifess it without
shamoP-the grateful interest I felt ini
him soon grew into love, and, ahi, hap-1
nv a i ien he as- bee sice can .. ov
Ui.
no
vile.
"But I-...
nd I am so ot
iCCept this sweet
nindful of Lona's dep
)orsonal appearanco, age,
Arthur laughed and drew
iloser in his.
"If you are too old for marriage
wo-and-twenty, how may I hope with
ix more years added on, ever to enter
hat blissful stateP" he asked.
So I said yes, and soon after, we all
vent down to Aunt Botsy's, and there
was married at the little villago
hurch, to the son of her old lover, who
oved and reverenced the queer touchy
>ld maid not a little, for her loyal do
rotion to his father.
So Aunt Betsy's present saved my
lear mother's life, and also saved me
rom the dreadful fate Lena had throat
nod me with. I had it made into a
ockot, and I wear it constantly. It is
enorally mistaken for the portrait of
ny dear husband, so is the large oil
>ainting of his father which hangs in
>ur drawing-room, from which this
niniaturo was Copied.
We are very happy, and when my
>rother Walter comes home, as we ex
>oct him to do with his new bride, next
3hristmas, we shall have a wonderful
tory to tell him of that same present
vhich he and Lena thought so little of.
Not After the Ju&.
A day or two ago a report was whis
ered along the docks that a jug con
aiming four gallons of brandy had
lipped off the wharf at the foot of
?irst street, and was at the bottom of
ho river. Within an hour after the
nformation had reached the first pair
f ears a man came sauntering down
ipon the dock with a sort of grapnel
Lttached to a clothes line, and as ho
aught sight of the owner of the ware
ouso he said:
"Being that the ice is all out, I'd like
o grapIplo for that gold watch lost hero
He was told to go ahead with all his
night, but lie had scarcely made ready
vhen a second man arrived. He had
in iron hook fastened to a stout cord,
mid lie promptly explained:.
"Beingy as I had nothing to do to-day
thought I'd try and look up one o'
hem grindstones that tumbled in here
ast all."
The two were working away with
heir lines when a third man put in an
Lppcarance. He seemed considerably
urprised to find any one ahead of him,
)ut as ho got his grapnel ready he
ialmly observed to the pair:
"I've dreamed three nights running
hat there was a brass kettle down here,
nd I thought if I could hook it up and
oll it for $2 I'd be so much ahead."
It wasn't over a quarter of an hour
)efore a fourth man arrived. Ho had
Ln iron rake attached to a long po1e,
nd as lie found the trio at work ho
unn out:
"Well, now, but if any of you fellers
mud the shot-gun I lost here last sum
nor I'll sot up the drinks."
The fifth man came down to look for
L coal shovel.
The sixth man had just found time
o drag for the body of his nephew,
upposed to have been in the river two
nonths.
The seventh came down, saw the six
it work, and turning to the warehouse
nan he growled:
"Always the way! Last night I
ireamed of fishing up a $26 cook-stove
rom the bottom here, and I como down
o find a whole gang ahead of me.
lang it! an honest, hard-working man
tas no show whatever in this town!"
Detroit Free P'ress.
Decath of's. Lime Kiln Clubber.
"It becomes my solemn dooty," said
trother Gardner, as lie looked from
amuel Shin to Pickles Smith and back,
'to announce (10 fak dat Brudder Par
Lmont Slawvson, an htonorary member
ibin' in Toledo, ami no mo' on airth.
?Io had cimbed up on de roof of a shed
.o see a dog-fight, an' de cavin' in of do
-oof bestowed fo' different fatal inju
'ies upon his pusson. When lio real
zed dat lie had got to die he requested
lis club to attend his funeral in a body
tn' lie triedl to borry mioniey ob hi6
>rudlder in law to squatre upi his back
[ties widl us.
"GOem'hen, in one respeek Bruddor
lawvson wvas a fa'r to mteudiumt mani. If
to borreyed half at dollar~ to go to (do
tircus he'd paUy it bacik otor money dat
us wvife airned at de washl-boa'dl. Do
>oo' wvas nebber turnxedl away from his
Loah empty-handed-. lie pitied de sor
'ors of a big~ tramp1, and lot lis wifo go
>ar'futtedi an' his chtii'on hiunry. Ho
vas kind-hearted, biut allus bo'iiind wid
US pew~ rent. lHe was p)hilanthropic,
met.had to dodge his butcher, lie was
km:d fadd(er, but lhe ha:s got two of do
vust boys in do State of Ohio. He was
luvin' husband, but he wvas content
o sit arouin' do ''rocerv anl' let his wife
upport doc fam'I'y. Wilie wve may say
lat we am sorrt'y that death hab come
o sever ties an bring chaniges, we hab
Lo occaion to remal:rk dat die world
vill bo any de wutss off. Let us now
Lttack (10 reg'lar ordler of biznoss."
2ctroif Free Press.
Tinl, Wiry Menx thie Bravest.
IIistory no dloubt gives color to the
(lea that fat men are not, as a rule,
>rave. Falstaff was a fat man; Ito was
conspicuious coward. Maj. Monsoon
yas likewise corpulent; his gallantry
ay In the directioni of chickens. There
inve been brave fat men, of course4
vitness Pickwick, as courageous a gen
loman as ever faced a widow. Tho
teroes of the world have undoubtedly
eeon wiry men, niot necessarily scare
~rowvs, but men without an unusual or
miwicly prop hortiont of adipose tis
uc. Had the living skeleton, now bo
ng sued by his recently-made bride,
>een1 a fat main, lie wout( ld undohbtedly
iavo wilted, aitd pormnitted himself
>erhaptIs, to be0 carrtied off ill a clothes
>asket. Being a skeleton, ne is a man
>f vatlor. and1( no0 brVid of ia day shall
rifle ni b ;.9 (maciaLtedi affections.
Jntm.l. .? aing the skeleton is
dL grit. Hie prolposes to light it out to
ho& bitter end, if Iho has to pawn his
>ones to pa~y cotunsel fees.-N. Y. Comn
nerciai Advertiser.
qu,.
Musseia..
ors,somo in toi i
I grieve to say that the e.
party kept right on throug..
woather fighting against the rattlosnai.
bite of the precedin summer. thi
Only one man of trle gang seemed to I
havo conscientious scruples against goc
shoop-dip and the juice of Na- <
tion. That was Wyandotte Smith of 09
Ubot. tor
Ho said when he. got ready to soak of.
his soul in the liquid of the devil ho the
would take his chances in duo form uE
after ho had shed mortality and put on del
immortality. Those were the tenets of ria
Wyandotte Smith. He proposed to I
oiler a resolution once In a while as to not
what should go into his internal econo- but
my to steal away the gray matter of vor
his cerebellum. Col
One night when the coin-silver slice oti
of moon rodo high athwart the azure too
dome, a band of buffalo-slayers and en
"muskrat-skinners," filled with .mis- dot
chief and valley tan, stolo forth to have cor
some fun with Wyandotte Smith. rial
When a man's head begins to on- the
largo with an alcoholic idea, you will Eg'
generally find him searching for a tra
temperance man with whom he can fou
argue while ho breathes at him with to
that odor of the cynical bung-starter, of
and tries to convince him that total cur
abstinence is vitally wrong.
Those boys decided that they would chu
monkey with the Queen Elizabeth fire- of
place connected with Mr. Smith's wh
shack. Nil
Inside you could see through the sla
chinks Mr.' Wyandotte Smith frying grc
bacon or Porkopolis quail. Co
The plan was to sift some gunpow- thr
der through the interstices (whatover (
those are) of the rustic chimney into of 1
the lire, and, surpriso Mr. Wyandotte we
Smith with the forthwith and extreme- set
.ly consecutive manner in which it the
would sputter. The party would then fro
laugh softly and do it some more. wie
A young Swede, called by the party err
Twoquart Kettloson, took the keg of ot
powder and began to sift it into the ino
big broad chimney,while the rest stood seo
around looking into the shack to watch out
Wyandotte Smith when the fire should suc
bein to stammer and spit at him. Su
Wyandotte Smith was singing "Oh, utt
what shall the harvest be?" and jab- hir
bing the bacon every little while with ha,
a pair of old-fashioned bullet-molds. Ho
Kottleson sifted in some powder. It ers
did not make any remarks. Wi
He sifted in some more. It acted as lou
though it might be damp- his
He let in some more, and finally got He
disgusted and poured the whole nig
blamed thing in; but it never even an<
flashed. I
Wyandotte Smith went on: "What ma
shall the harvest be-c-c-o? Oh, dis
what shall the harvest be?" arc
As he struck high C, Two-Quart sta
Kettleson shot through a jack-pine out ste
into the great trackless void, into the of j
silence and the night, into the ether rc
blue, across the pf'aco where they hang ho]
up the robe of night athwart the ut- ]
most rim of the horizon went Mr. Ket- cot
tleson with unflagging momentum, Sol
while in the little cabin we could hear wi]
WVyandotte warbling his inquiry as to aki
what the harvest should be. aci
It turned out that there was a large mi:
shelving rock in the wide chimney that and
held the whole keg of powder till try
Wyandotte struck the higvh note in his thc
song, and that p)assedl a little into the noi
fire. Then Mr. Kettleson took his See
flight. We failed to find him. tw,
Wotried, a certiorari and a requisi- be
tion from the Governor, aL search war- tlo
rant, and a quart of benzino; but we ..
did not find hiim.-iltl Nye in Puck. the
In the Lime K(iln Club.fr
Immediately after election word was the
rccivedl from the outer guard that a
colored man giving his name as Pro- ch
fessor Bygone Plunkott, and his resi- wE
iden1co as Memphis, had arrived in Dc- 18
troit for the p)u'>oso of delivering a is
lecture on science before the club. m
Brother Gardner replied that he had
never heard of any such person, and
asked if the name was known. to any ;
guember. No one could recall it, but it TIa
was decided to admit the stranger and gu
listen to his remarks. ty
The moment the so-called professor pr
eniteredi the hall a dozen members rose esi
to their feet and shouted out that ho a~
was a white man in disguise. The of
usual length of heel in a colored man
was missmn, and lhe forgot to turn In lii
his toes as iSo walked. In a minute the tot
false wig wans torn from the man's wi
head, and it was plainly seen that he eyv
was white. Then a p)ainful silence fol- fi-r
lowedi, broken at last by the voice of sir
Brother Gardlner as he said: lik
"WVhito man, did you want anyfing stc
in portickler in dis hail?" of
"'I thioughlt I'd have a little fun,'' thi
was the suflky reply.
"An' so you sh all have. Do Coin- it
mittce oni Sole Leather wvill escort the ne
gcm'len dlownJ to de alley (oali an' see so
dat h am giben a proper send-oIY." Th
The comumittoo consists of Givoanim th<
Jones, I'icklcA Smith andl Whalebone il(
Hlowker, three of the heaviest kickers fa
In the club. Tihey seized the base im- tie
poster andl hustled him away, and in "n
the course of two or three minutes there in
came a succession of thuds which jar- to
red the hall from cellar to garret and yo,
put out six of the lamps. Next !--Dc- on,
troit Frce Press-.g
How much is ''puite a number?" WoVc
glance over our cxchanges~ and readl of mi
''quite a number of people," ''quite a nih
number of hogs'' (though posisibly we an
here imdi.lgo in an unnecessary roeti- uri
tion), '"quito aL number of years,'' and gr
one bibulous wvriter wiin unctuous en- 513
thusiasnm refers to ''quite a number of o
glasses of beer." As nearly as w canyp
judge from the context in each of thos1)0
cases, '"quite a nmr"meanis-woll Iar
-n short1-qu ito a nlumber. -ockland fe
CQyrgr-Journa!* an
1g
he Soudan is a n m..
graphically. It is a vast territory -
in the Nile, and the provinces claim
by Egypt extend almost to the equa- h
They have annexed all that part
sia. Egypt has appeared boforo
world as extending; civilization has a
hed it up to Khartoum and to Gon- d
:oro, an I think quite to the Victo-d
Nyanza, if not quito to the equator.
he annexation of Egypt included
only the Soudan in its proper sense
Karfodan and Darfour. I know
y well a Colonel in New York, a
onel Prout, who was an American
oer in our war, who went out and
k service with the Khedive, and was
t up the Nile and was under Gor
i. Ho said he was himself put in
imand, by Gordon, of the equato- is
. provinces, which shows how far h
y have extended their claims.
rpt's claim of breaking up the slave
do and extending civilization is not
nded in truth. What she did do was
put over the country annexed a set
gyptian governors who were the
so of the country. t
'hoso governors were mostly bad A
ractors; but there was one interval in
good government, and that was
an they sent Chinese Gordon up the 01
o to take charge and break up the m
ie trade. Our knowledge of this 01
at soldier was derived from this w
onel Prout, who was up there for
ee years.
lordon soon saw the terrible state w
ho country, and how the people f
to oppressed, and he immediately
to work to use his power to relieve a
burdens of the people, release them u
ni oppression and to govern them I
ely and kindly. The Egyptian gov
ment gave him a salary of $20,000
year, but he gave it all away, do- t
overything for the poor. In one
so he ruled with a rod of iron, and s
orced obedience, but he ruled with it
h justice that he acquired an almost c
>crnatural reputation. He is a man A
erly ignorant of fear, and exposes
iself constantly, and the natives a
ro an idea that bullets can't hit him. t
has great executive ability and pow
U
of administration with his courage. f
th all this he is an extremely rei,'
s man, and a man of prayer, and all 0
acts arc as if he was a man of God. d
is perfectly capable of praying all d
ht and then mounting his camel t
I going alone into the desert. PA
-Iis mission is to re.tore order and c
ko peace, and this he expedites by w
placing the Egyptian governors who a
inimical to the people. As I under- a
nd the matter he intends to re
ro the old Soudan governors instead i
he Egyptian governors, but he don't i
pose to give up Khartoum, but to
d on to that. ti
have a theory that to reach that q
intry permanently is from the Red
t, and I think ultimately that there
1 be a railroad constructed from Sut
m to Barber. I think the distance t<
oss to the Nile is about 240 or 250 h
.es. Then at the crotch of the Blue ti
I White Nile Is Senna, a fertile coun- st
If they had a railroad to Suakinm, ~
re Is no reason why England should si
get her grain supply from the Red
i, as now from the Black. In ten, p
mnty or thirty years I thinlr there will n
a railroad across, and that will set.. M
this Eastern question. 1
?or the moment the whole future oft
Soudan depends upon the courage, ft
~nss and judgment of one man
noral Gordon. I look on Gordon as
hero of our century. r
'hoe Doctor has seen not a few t
linges in foreign governmout, and
s in Paris when the revolution ofd
[8 overthrew Louis Phillippe, so heo
a careful observer of national move
At a Mormoni Dance,.
t
have attendled pairties of both sects. I
.e Mormon party was chiofly distin
ishablo for the abundance of itsp prot- r
young girls, and the rather large c
aportion of elderly andi gray-headed 5
aorts; while the scarcitr of middle
edI wonm-n andi the smaI proportion j
yout~n mn seemed conspicuous.
tbo aJpearainco of a blooming little t
>rmlon beauty, scarcely into her
:ns, whirling through a passionateo
,ltz In the eb>se embrace of a fiery- r
Ad old grrandfathecr, in whom the 3
as had no right to lurk, struck mo asc
gularly unpoetical. A friend has t
ened It to the appearance of a snow- t
rm on a sunny July day. It Is one
the famous "beauties of p)olygamy," i
s blending of winter and summer.
'ho girls have grown accustomed to
md generally accept their aged part
rs gracefully. TIhe old fellows them- ,
yes seem never to grow rusty. c
oy fall as mnaudlinly in love at 80 as t
iy did at 18 and their watery eyes e
>at over the soft complexions of their ~
r companions with all the app)rocia- ~
n of a connoisseur in the art of a
ashing," and their exalted p)osition 1
the ranks of faithful serves ofttimos
make them dlangerous rivgis-of any i
it.hful Adonis wvho may venturo to
.r the lists against them. At the ~
otilo party wvhich I attclede, a mas- 1
)radle, I was much amused at the g
iracter assumed by one of the male s
skers, aided by a half-dozen femi- ,j
to companions, lie imp)ersionated i
oAd rustic Mormon and the girls fig- t
id as his six wives of six dhiff'erent do- t
les of age, from 13 u1> to 50, and of
diffren stles of >eauty-a blue
3school-gir'l, an uncouth GermanC
isant clod, a sparkling brunette of
ite formi, a buxom Scottish High
1(d lassie, a stronig-mindhed, strong
tured, vincgary-browed dame of 40
ii a gray-haired matron.--Utah Cor.
'iinn<ai Fi uanir
et a V%
,ery negro.
mnd and twisted it all about and open.
his mouth many times, ho finally
ud:
"Do-do-dose burds was created by
3 Lord to p-p-pu-purify do yearth."
"But what do Tyou call them,unclo?'
"Tur-tur-tur--- 'and ho twisted his
tp, backed out, came forward, winkor
s eyes, but could not go on.
"Do you moan turkey-buzzards?"
"Ya-ya-yas, sah; d-do-do-doso burd:
ts up do carrion of do yoarth, sah.'
Down yonder the tomb, the famill
ult, placed in the roar of the tw<
arbia coflins, whero about thirty o
o Washington family lie buried, i
eked up and closed forever. The kel
is boon thrown into the trusty oh
>tomac to lie there until the las
ump shall open all tombs.
The thing, however, of the most sin
ilar interest hero, is the key of thi
%stile, presented by Thomas Paint
Lafayette, who brought it t<
morica and presented it to Wash.
gton. It hangs here in a glass case,
assive and monstrous. It is a hide
is, horrible thing and has, perhaps,
ore blood and misery on it than any
her piece of iron or stool that eve
as seen.
Let no one hereafter complain o1
iving to live in a garret alone ant
ithout a fire. For horo, with all
*is spacious and noble house to seleel
om, the widow of Washington chost
garret looking to the south and ou
on his tomb. This is the old tomI
hro he first was laid to rest, ant
hero the fallen oak leaves are crowd
ig in heaps now and almost filling ul
to low, dark doorway.
This garret has but one window, i
nail and narrow dormer window, and
is otherwise quite dark. A button
>rner of the door is cut away so that
>r cat might come and go at will,
nd this is the saddest, tenderest sighl
Mount Vernon. It seemed to mi
at I could seo this noble lady sittin<
tere, looking out upon the tomb of he]
ighty dead, the great river swoepin,
st beyond, her heart full of the mciu
y of a mighty nation's birth-wait
g, waiting, waiting. Her work wa:
no. She had lived quite the allottet
iroo score years and ten. 11or con
inions were in the tomb, and so sh<
iose this garret, just above the bed ir
hich her immortal husband had died
3 a sacred placo in which to sit dow]
id cherish her memories, and wai
ith folded hands the end. And s<
3re, after a year and a half of wait
ig, the angel of death found her; th<
inds were folded forever, and the na
on mourned her as its mothor.-Joa
Sin Miller.
A NursemaidI as a Heroine.
It has become the habit in these day
rank men and women as heroes anu
Iroinces on small pIrovocation. Th<
tie has been accorded to many per
ms less worthy of it thanm Katie Mc.
onnell, the young nursemaid who wva
iot by her drunken suitor recently.
Katie evidently has remarkable wil:
wor as wvell as a gentle and lovini
ature. This is shown by the fact tha
hilo she had given her affections t<n
ennis Hoennelly, tihe brute whlo at
mipted to take her life, she listenet
the advice of her brothers and re
isod to marry him until ho had re
irmed his bad habits. It was for thi:
fusal that ho shot her at the deer o
oe house in which she was in service,
angerously If not fatally wounded
io did not shriek andl fall as an or
inary wvoman would have done. Shb
new that 'ho ruflian wvould have comU
letedl bl .vork had lie supposed her ti
o wvounded, so she toldl him she wa
ot hit, andi beOsought him to run awa;
>avoid arrest, 'Theni she entered th
misc, fell at, the top of the stairm
uickly recovered herself, went to lho
iistress' room, steadying herself by;
hair, spoke to her, took the baby, a
ias her custom, to her owvn chamblel
ot into bed, and laid all night suff'er
ug and bleeding, in the hop1) of screer
ag her lover and affording him tim
D escape. She actually got up twici
uiring the night to give the ch111(1
rink, in the fear that its restlessnes
right call some one0 to her room
Vhon found, in an app)~arently dlyin
ondition in the mnorninug, she still trico
o screen her assailnt; and now, ii
hie liespital, she begs that 1)onnis ma
ot be hurt, takIng all the blame ti
ersolf.
Some su1ch story as this may be tolb
ai romance. It is a p)art sehlom acte<
a real life. What wonderful power o
ill the girl must have possessedI t<
oncoal her wound from her assailant
hius probably preventing him fronm in
tantly completing his bloody work
Vhat will power, devotion, and self
acrifice to go through her ordhinar
utios, concealing her suffering, and1( t
[o all night without applealing for hol
iordoer to screen the wvrotch who ha
tousuted her!
Talk about the heroines of romanctn
~atic Mcl )onnoll is a heroine of ror
fo. It, is feared that her wound
mtal. Indeed, the dloctorsi give bi
light hope of her recovery. If sh
los, a brave, good wvoman will hat
eon sacrificed , and(lit is to be0 hope
lint hor murderer will suffer the pena1
y of his crime. It, will be diflicult
et up a jubilee of cant and flowoe
vor such a bruto.-N. Y. World.
A country edlitor says if as marn
>eoplo knew how to pay their su
ecriptions as well as they think the
mnow how to run a newspaper, edito
voubd have an easier time of
usung through
...ues in the town. Editors
.ot Do too particular about boaring
down light in their demands.
A Tribune attache the other day
heard a skilled vocalist sing "Wait Till
the Clouds Roll By." She rendered it:
"Wah tah the claw raw baw, Jawy;
Winh tah the claw raw baw;
Jawr, na aw traw law with,
Wah tab the claw raw baw."
A young boau at his sistor's evenin
party began to sing, "Why am I wea
and wearyi"' when a little brother
brought the performance to a sudden
close by calling out, "Aunt May says
it's 'cause you come home so late every
niglht.''
It is very desirable to be a good
reader. A clergvInan is said to havo
onco read the following passage from
the Bible, with the emphasis thus:
"And the old man said unto ris sons,
saddle me the ass; and they saddled
him !"
An article is going the rounds of the
press which is entitled "The Umbrella,
In France." That settles it then. For
a while we cherished the hope that we
might regain possession of that um
brolla, but as it has crossed the ocean
to evade us, we might as woll give it
up.
A couple of pickpockets followed a
gentleman for some blocks with a view
of availing themselves of the first op
portunity to relieve him of his purse.
1le suddenly turned into a lawyer's
office. "What shall we do now," asked
one. "Wait for the lawyer," said the
other.
1 Putting the names of the streets on
- the street lamps is a good thing. Moon
1 light nights, if the lamps are not light
edt, by getting out of the tram-car,
climbing the laip-post., and striking a
match, you may read the name of tio
street distinctly, if the wind doesn't
blow out your match.
The mot to of a young woman's so
cicty in Tennessee is "Total abstinence
or no husbands." It is said that the
members are showing a wonderful do
gree of determuinat,ion, as the organiza
tion is nearly a fortnight old and only
threo resignations have boon handed
in.--Norrisaown Herald.
Young lady (just from boarding
school, at dinner tablo(: "Please, papa,
I'd like a leg of the roast chicken."
"You have had one, my dear, and your
brother had the other." Young lady
(in a sprightly manner): "Oh, suro
enough! a chxicken has only two logs.
It's a duck that has four."
"Madam, you have destroyed $5
worth of merchandise," angrily ro
markod a dudo to a lady, as she seated
herself in a chair in which he had de
posited a now Derby hat. "Serves you
right," she replied, slowly rising from
the ruin; "you had no business to buy
a $5 hat, for a 50-nt head.
"I sce you've get a colored servant
girl," said a man to another the other
.(day. "Yes," was the reply. "You
see my wife's sister has just lost her
husband, so, as we had to get into
mourninig, we discharged our white
girl and hired a colored one. She har
monizes with the mourning, as it were."
"Why, Jimmy," said 0on0 profession
>al beggar to another, "are you going
to knock oft' already P It's only two
l o'clock!'' "'No,'' responded the other,
who was engagred in unbuckling hisa
crutch; "'I am only going to put it on
the other knee. You dion't suppose a
fellow can beg all day on the same leg,
do you.
Ethel: "'I can't see what Maud can
see in that ungainly, awkwvard Capt.
Heavitree." M adge: "My .dear, it's
becominig p)erfectly absurd. (Jnly fhn~k.
The gardener toldl the cook yesterday
that lie hoped the Captain would stay
~'another fortnight, for ptositively there
was no necessity to roll the gravel
walksue whlilo they kept perpotually
s Walt WVhitm:an, sp>eaking of Ameri
can p)oetry, says: "'h ink of the ab
.sence and ignorance, in all cases hith..
.orto, of the vast ensemble, multitudin
a ousnoss, vitality and the unkrecntod
a stimulants of to-dlay ando cere." We
a frequently think of it, We sometimes
a wake up at midnight to think of It.
.We also think of teoso things, in all
their multitudinosity, in connection
1 with the stimulants of yesterday and
then andI there.
r It was at the Cataract House In Sioux
> Falls. A son of the Emerald Isle was
ushered into the dining-room at the
I dinner hour and the polite stoward
I took hold of the back of the chair to
f push it into pla5cc. T1hie guest looked
> around1 suspiciously for a minute, and
then saidl loud enough to be heard all
- over the room: "By the howly Moses,
.If yez jerk out that chair from under
-me I'll knock the whole top of yer
y head off o' yez."
0 "What do circus folks do0 in winter?"
P asked a contemporary. The clown de
Votes the season to gleaning a fresh
crop of jokes from the almanacs prin8
ed o(lrior to the American Revolution,
land occasionally wriltos for the London
a comic weeklies; and tihe "strong man,"
it who splinters rocks with his fist, so
0 cures employment in a cheap boarding
o house at hamnmeri ng tough beef. No
ddoubt the others find employment
-. adapted to their respective talents...
0 Norristown Herld.
's The Salt La:ko TPrib,une disputes the
correctness of the p)olic~o statistics fry
quently paradied to prove the superiot
ty virtue of the M ormuons. The ibne
b- explains by saying that wher a police
my man finds anl intoxicated &hintho kinde
rs ly escorts him to his nXome, while g
Gentile is run into iho station hougo