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lewis m. grist, proprietor. J %w independent ijamiig Jfemspaper: (.for the promotion of flic ifjolitital, Social, Agricultural and Commercial interests of the ^outh. jterms?$2.00 a tear in advance. "VOL. 35 YOEKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1889. 3STO. 42. . , f " " TAKEN I The Story of a Young ences In 9 Copyright by J. P. Lippincott Compan: Special Arrangement through tl CHAPTER V. jjfjg the little room be-~ Hi" the box ofMagfll ?fice,where he was wiping the foam .' of a fresh glass of lager from his ' -JCTgrizzled muswas a rather warm one for March, and Mr. Maxmann ?a small, stout man, with a very red face?had removed his collar and necktie, which lay en the table in front of him, beside his beer mug. His waistcoat was unbuttoned and thrown back,revealing a not too immaculate shirt front Rush, as soon as he announced that he was from The Dawn, was ushered into the manager's presence, but was about to retreat with an apology for intruding upon his deshabille, when the little man sprang to his feet and embraced him in the most affectionate manner. "Gome ride in, mein dear young gendleman," said he, forcing Rush into a chair. "Sid town and make yourself ad home. A glass here, you young rascal." (This to the office boy.) Then, filling the j *****^ Knl mtr frinnf I tvv U UIU^O) XVUi {jWw uv?) -KM.j M.wuv. Rush drank the toast and explained his business. "Yes, you may call it a strike, a leedle one; but I don't tink we'll haf any more drouble. It all comes of tad flageolet of mine?such a stupid vellow. He's a regular agidator, and he won'd be habby till he gets up a row. He's sugceeded in making some of the odders tink that - they wand more money for rehearsals, but they don'd, and they know it But some mens are never satisfied. That's all there is; the performances will go on all ride. Do you care for music? Of course you do. I sep you aro a young gendleman of taste. Here are some tickets. Don'd refuse me. I nefer asked you a vavor before. Come, and bring her." And the manager winked his good natured fishy gray eye at Rush, who smiled to himself as he thought who the only "her" was. Rush tlianked Mr. Maxmann for his courtesies, and had just risen to leave the room, when the door burst open and a gayly attired young woman swooped in upon them. I beg the reader's indulgence for saying "swooped," but no other word would describo this young person's manner of entrance. "Ah, here you are, papa!" said she, giving the manager a resounding kiss upon his bald head. "I was afraid you'd be gone before I got here; but I've been flying round like a hen on a hot griddle all the morning?rehearsals and costumers; there's no rest for the wicked. Don't ' forget you're to take me out to dinner to-night. You must give me a good one, too. All the exercise I've had today has given me an appetite and a thirst too; don't forget that, papa?and a thirst too." Then, suddenly discovering Rush, who was tugging ineffectually at a spring lock, "Who's the young gentleman? Why don't you introduce me?" "You didn't give me time, paby. Mr. Hurlstoue, of The Dawn. Rush bowed politely. "Happy to meet you, Mr. Hurlstone, of The Dawn, said the young woman, staring boldly into his eyes, as she put out her large hand, swathed in lavender colored kids, for him to shake. "Hope you've had a satisfactory chat with papa, and that he's given you lots of items for your paper and tickets for yourself." "Your father has been very kind," said Rush. But he had hardly said the last word when she gave vent to such a laugh as he had never heard from the mouth of woman before, and the old manager's face was actually numle in his efforts to keep from bursting. "There! you've said enough," said she, as soon as she could control bcr laughter; "that's as much as I can stand for one afternoon." The office boy entered the room at this moment. Hush availed himself of the opportunity to escape and bowed himself out. The manager was choking with suppressed laughter and the young woman was pounding him on the back as Hush turned to make his parting bow. "Good heavens!" said the young man to himself as he stepped out upon the sidewalk. "I was just pitying Maxmann for having such a loud, vulgar daughter, and to think that she is a matter of choice! This is the stage, is it? This is the sort of man who comes in daily contact with Helen Knowlton. "Well, she is an angel, so I suppose she can walk' through fire without being scorched; but it's a pity she has to do it. If I had a million dollars I would send it to her anonymously and beg her to take it and retire into private life." Standing by the stage door of the Academy, Rush saw a group of excited; men gesticulating after the manner of: foreigners. When he came up to them he knew at once that they were the striking: musicians, among them being the belligerent flageolet, as Hush could see by the shape of the little leather case he carried in his hand. He at once began talking with the men, who were very glad to tell their story to a reporter. It was a very different one from that of the manager. He didn't want to pay them at all, they said, and vowed that he had no money. "Mooch lika that," said the flageolet. "He hava plenty money. He spend him ?oh, yes, he spend plenty fora his lie be he calla her." "Shall you play to-morrow?" asked Rush. "Si, si," answered the spokesman. "He pay we play. Wo tella him lie no pay we no play." By further questioning Rush learned that there had been a closo approach to serious trouble at the rehearsal that morning?that the musicians, led by the flageolet, had refused to go on till they got their money, and that Maxmann had said positively he had not a dollar in the bank, but would pay them in full on the first of the month, when he would get an assessment from the directors. They had heard that story before, and refused to put any confidence in it, and would have walked off with their instruments under their arms if Miss Knowlton had not come to the rescue and insisted that the orchestra should be paid with the money which was duo her that day, and which she knew Maxmann would have ready for her, because he could not afford to treat her as ho ltad treated the poor musicians. "Noble creature!" said Rush to himself. "She is as good as she is great." And to think that ho was going to see her, and on that very day, tool He learned from some of the people of the theatre that sho drove out with her aunt every afternoon on the days when she didn't sing; and, as this was one of them, Rush concluded that he would not find her at home then, but that he had better call at her house just before dinner time, when he would be pretty sure of finding her in. This would give him time to dress, as it was not quite 5 o'clock. So he hurried over to West Eleventh street Never before did this young man dress : himself with 60 much care. Ho had ! taken his usual bath in the morning, but I he took another, and put on the best of (V SIEGE. 5 Journalist's Ex perifew York. y, Philadelphia, Pa., and Published by ie American Press Association. everything he owned. He looked over his stock of shirts with the eye of a Brummel The collar of one was too high, the collar of another too low. Finally lie completed his toilet and set forth. His landlady met him in the halL "Bon jour, Mme. Pinot," he said, gayly, as he ran downstairs; but Mme. Knot was so struck with his changed appearance that she could not find words to return his salutation. "Well," said she, in French, for she i 1# ?i??i,An hiuu it tu iit-rseu, wjuicuiui^ iitu happened; he doesn't look like the 6ame person I saw this morning." And indeed he did not There was a color in his cheeks and a brightness in his eye that had not been there in many a day. His encounter with Archie Tillinghast and his assignment from The Dawn office would have been exciting enough without this great climax. He lost no time in walking to West Twentieth street, but when he turned into that street and the little gothic houses stood in all their prettiness before him, he slackened his speed. For a moment he thought that he was ill, but he concluded that it was only the effects of an exciting day. Back and forth he walked in front of the house he was bo soon to enter, and could not make up liis mind to pull the bell handle. "Bush Hurlstone, you're a fool!" he finally said. "Don't you know this is business?" Then he mounted the steps and rang the bell. How musically it tinkled in the basement below! The door was opened by a man servant in livery, of whom he demanded. "Is Miss Knowlton in?" "I will inquire if you will be good enough to send up your card," replied the man, with the evasive answer of the well trained servant of a public person, at the same time ushering Rush, who handed him Mr. Musgrave's note of introduction, into a gem of a drawing iwm a frrnnrl niann ut/wi in hia mirt. die of the room, which was adorned with fine paintings and some rare portraits of distinguished singers. Flowers in baskets and in vases filled the place with a rich perfume. Easy chairs and bric-abrac abounded. The whole atmosphere of the room was one of luxury and good taste. "This is her home," thought Rush, looking about him; "these are the rugs her tiny feet tread upon; these are her books; there stands her piano, over whose ivory keys her ivory fingers glide." In this way he amused himself until he heard the rustling of a woman's gown on the stairs. His heart stopped beating and seemed to grow so big that he was afraid he could not speak when she entered. Ten thousand thoughts flew through his mind. He arose from his chair, and, shutting his eyes, said to himself: "When that door opens I shall see the most divinely beautiful creature that treads this earth; one for whom I would lie down and die?nay, more, for whom I would stand up and live." ? A sort of ecstasy took possession of him. The door swung back on its hinges; he opened his eyes and Aunt Rebecca Sandford entered the room. Rush started. If he had been struck in the face he could not have had a harder blow. It took him a few seconds to recover his wits. If he had had to speak first he\ would certainly have disgraced himself, but Aunt Rebecca began at once. "She's very busy just at this moment" (Miss Sandford had an ugly way of saying "she" or "her" when she meant her niece, forgetting that there were any other 6hes or hers in the world), "and asked me to step down and Bee you. I'm very partial to press boys myself, Mr. Hailstorm" (another ugly trick of hers was to get people's names wrong), "and I'm always glad to have a little chat with them. Take a seat, pray. You wanted to see her about that strike. Well, now, I really don't see how she could say anything on that subject. She doesn't want to pitch into Maxmann because the man really means well; but, you know, Italian opera is an expensive luxury. That's why it's fashionable. It'll never be popular, though, mark my words. English opera is what'll fetch the people. If tliat child ever sings in English opera she'll make her everlasting fortune. I tell her so, too; but they.all have a foolish pride about Italian opera. It's nonsense, arrant nonsense. The biggest money is in the English opera, you mark my words." Rush had no doubt that she was correct. but lie hadn't come there to hear Miss Rebecca Sanford's opinion of the relative merits of English and Italian opera. He was a diplomatic young man, however, and when he found that the prospect of seeing Miss Knowlton looked dim, he tried all his arts. When Aunt Rebecca, who was an impulsive woman for all her shrewdness and brusque manner, learned that it was his first assignment, she took a personal interest, and said he should "see that child as sure as there was a Moses in the bulrushes," and she left the room to fetch her. This time there was no mistake. Rush heard the clear notes of Miss Knowlton's voice as she descended the stairs, and in a moment 6he was advancing toward him with her hand extended. Such a beautiful hand, tool It felt like a rose leaf as rt lay m his for half a second. "1 ani very glad to meet you, Mr. Hurlstone, and shall be most happy if I can be of any service to you." Then she sat down on one side of him (Aunt Rebecca sat on the other), and "took him all in," as she afterwards told him. She saw a tall, well made young man with brown hair, a clear, dark skin, and strong, white teeth that a budding mustache niade no effort to conceal He was certainly handsome, and he had an easy, natural manner, that was very attractive. About the strike she would rather not say anything, but, as he had taken the trouble to find her and did not want to go back empty handed, she would Bay that, although 6he did not believe in strikes, her sympathies wero with the strikers in this instance. "They did not strike for higher pay," she said, "but for what they had already earned. I do not, however, want to accuse Mr. Maxmann. Ho had no inten tion of cheating them out of their money; he only wants time. You see, Italian opera is very expensive, and the expenses are not properly apportioned. Wo prime donne are not paid in the right way. We should not get such large certainties. I have always held that a prima donna should be paid in proportion to her 'drawing' powers?a small certainty and a percentage." "Hear that child, now!" interrupted Aunt Rebecca, "you might know that she was an artist?no head for business. A small certainty, indeed! Who ever heard of such a thing?" "Not a prima donna I will venture to say," said Helen. "No manager would be bold enough to mention the subject in her presence." So they chatted on for fiften or twenty minutes. "I have been very frank with you, Mr. Hurlstone," said Helen, "and I leave it for you to draw the line between what I have said to you and what I have said to The Dawn. I think that I am perfectly safe in trusting myself in your hands." And she gave him a look of such confidence that he was quite beside himself. Both Helen and her aunt were pleased with Rush. "When you are at the theatre come around and see us," said Aunt-" Rebecca at parting. Ho was so young and so enthusiastic that she liked him; and t;?,mi lie was a "newspaper man!" Rush had a column of The Dawn for his story, and it was a good one. The city editor complimented him upon it, and told him to come inside the next day and he would try to find him a desk. So at last he had got a foothold, and his prospects seemed to him 6iraply dazzling. What a glowing letter he wrote homel It was to his mother, with whom he could bo confidential, and the glowing was largely about Helen Knowlton. "How young men will rave over women on tho stage!" said that good lady. "But it will blow over. 1 won't scold him yet, dear boy!" And she put the letter carefully away in her writing desk, that "the girls" might not see it. CHAPTER VL ^ ^SSIE ^ life was that she had no serious oc&& cupation. She %////> had a much better m'n<^ ^ian^ie 'I w average girl, and she wjls intelligent enough to be conscious of her own shortcomings. She wanted to be great, and she was only flavor Her father had taken unusual pains with her education, and the advantages that he would have given to a son were as far as possible given to her. She could translate Heine and De Musset very gracefully, and had put Horace into respectable English verse. Some of her Heine and De Musset translations she had set to music, and she sang them with a great deal of taste. Hut she tired of translating, and writing songs began to bore her. She wanted to do something of more consequence in the world. Having been born and brought up in luxury, she thought she would like to be a labor reformer, and so Bhe attended some noisy meetings at the Cooper Union, accompanied by her cousin Archie Tilllnghast. Instead of being disillusionized thereby, she got up quite a sentimental feeling about the "horny handed sons of toiL" So regularly did she attend these meetings that slie became known by sight to some of the professional agitators, and one of them made bold to call at her house and ask her for funds to carry on the good work. He was a smooth tongued fellow, and he urged her to write a labor reform pamphlet, which he engaged to print and send broadcast over the land?if she would pay the expenses. But the labor reformers palled upon her after a while, and she began to think deeply upon the subject of negro equality. She talked about it to every one who would argue or agree with her. She attended some meetings held to discuss the subject, and once invited the African orator home to dinner. She feaid that she had "no vulgar race prejudices;" but her father had, and the dinner party did not come off. Encouraged by her patronage, the orator told her one day that ho had no vulgar race prejudices either, and that he would as lief marry a white woman as a colored one. He advanced this belief with so much meaning thnt Miss Archer rang the bell and j ordered the servant to put him out of the house. After that day she carefully avoided the subject of negro equality, and turned her attention to the amelioration of the condition of the Indian. This | fancy pleased her longer than usual; but after she had made quite a collection of Indian trophies, and read a good deal, more particularly poems, of Indian literature, she went out to the plains to visit a friend who had married an army officer. There she saw the Indian divested of romance. She thought him a very uninteresting personage, and preferred the legends of the poets to the facts that there stared her in the face. At the time when Rush Hurlstone became acquainted with her she was deeply interested in esoteric Buddhism, and had attended some questionable meetings at the apartment of the high priestess of Buddha, a certain Mine. Parapoff, who drew around her a wholly Bohemian and partially vicious lot of people, mostly men, among whom Bhe sat smoking cigarettes and discoursing of the strange things she had seen in India. She wore a brooch which she said had been plucked out of the forehead of a departed Hindoo and placed at her throat. Did any one doubt her? There was the brooch. Mme. Parapoff was a very clever woman, and had written a book entitled "The Rending of the Veil," which no one read, but which every one said was a wonaeriui prouucuon. it was m twu large folio volumes, filled with illustrations, showing the veil before and after the rending, and giving the mystic signs known only to those who had sought faithfully for esoteric information on this subject. Mme. Parapoff, as I have said, was clever, but she had a face that would frighten off any one who was not particularly anxious to learn that which she alone professed to teaclt. Bessie Archer was never more alarmed in her life than on her first visit to Mme. Parapoffs "bungalow," as the latter called it. She had never seen such a looking woman before: her face repelled her, but her manner was reassuring. The Russian was a thorough woman of the world, and she saw that in this visitor she had n fich npw cnrt Hfinl \citli wlirt could not be caught with the common bait thrown to the men around her, Only the choicest morsel would attract her. She must be careful not to offend her by speaking too plainly before her at first, and she must not give her her famous pamphlet, "Naked, and not Ashamed," to read until she was quite sure of her. Bessie had induced her useful cousin, Archie Tillinghast, to accompany her to Mme. ParapofFs. Archie didn't want to go at all, but ho was convinced that Bessie would go alone if he didn't go with her. "Rum girl, Cousin Bess," he said to Rush; "bright as a dollar, but slippery as an eel; you never can tell where she is going to bob up. Beastly place, that ParapofTs. A lot of hairy men, smelling of whisky and tobacco smoke, lolling around the floor on skins, puffing their vile pipes in the faco of the priestess, who sat on a sort of raised place in a big chair and 6moked cigarettes, partly in self defense and partly to show her very white and well kept hands and handsome rings. Hers were the only clean hands in the room. Such a lot of tramps I I don't believe they had a change of shirts among them." "And did Miss Archer find pleasure in their society?" asked Rush. "Sho tried to think she did. At any rate, sho was doing something out of tho common, and there is great satisfaction in that to some people, old boy," answered Archie. "I'm very fond of Bessie, otherwise you wouldn't fmd mo trotting around to these tiresomo*places with her?labor reform meetings, negro equality meetings and Indian meetings. x'If you won't go with mo I'll go alone,' sho says; and what's a fellow to do? Duty calls and I obey." This conversation took placo in tho Powwow club, whero Archio and Rush wero dining according to the promiso given in a previous chapter. They had a good dinner and a powwow that did honor to tho name of tho club. As they sat over tho walnuts and tho wine, Archio took $10 from his pocket, and said, "Hero is tho rest of your money, old boy; I have deducted tho $5. I 6truck old Pennypacker for $20. Let's seo what you'vo written." Rush, a littlo embarrassed, tried to put off tho evil moment. "Nonsense, man!" 6aid Archie. "Out with them. You know this is not supposed to bo poetry. I'm not a critic; anything with a rhyme will do, so long as you get in tho magic word Damascene." So Rush pulled tho papers out of his pocket, and puffed vigorously at his cigar with an assumed air of indifference. Archio spread tho sheets out beforo him, cracked the soft shelled almonds with one hand while ho held the manuscript with the other, and read the following lines: Like the blushes that paint the sunrise Are the blushes ou her cheek; And the thrush's note in the woodland I hear when she doth speak. Like a feather that's lightly blowing Is her white and tiny haud; Ah, she's the fairest maiden In all the broad green land. But the sweetest charms she owneth Are her hands so pearly white; For she washes them with Damascene Each morning and each night. "Bravo! bravo!" be exclaimed. "You could not have done better if you'd been in training for a month. This is just the thing." And, hastily glancing over the others, "Ah, I see you've dropped a little humor into these. That's good; but it's the sentiment that fetches old Pennypacker. You've more than earned your morey; 60 I hope your conscience is at east." Rush reassured him on this point by pocketing the money, and at the same time he told him that his prospects at The Dawn office wero improving; but he didn't say where his assignment had taken him, for fear of betraying himself if he spoke upon a subject so near his heart. "Now, Rush, my boy," said Archie, looking at his watch, "I don't like to appear rude, but you know I told you I had three receptions this evening. One is that of the Daughters of Sappho, who hold their annunl reunion at Delmoniqo's; but that won't keep me long'. I'll get a programme and flee. The other is at the house of the California millionaire, McMulligan, who owns a palace in Fifth avenue; and that will not delay me either, for the genial McMulligan himself has promised me a printed list of his guests. Then we will fly to mj uncle Archer's, where we are sure to have a pleasant evening." So, donning their overcoats, the two set out. They walked down to Delmonico's, then in Fourteenth street, where the Daughters of Sappho were having a grand time. The meeting had been 11- J * ? onH UUieUlU UlUiU wucil vjicjr U1111VU| uuu Mrs. Lavinia Hopper-Walker was beginning her essay on "The Weaker Sex," which she proved to their entire satisfaction to be the male. "Who behaves the most calmly in times of emergency?" asked Mrs. Hopper-Walker, "the woman or the man? I need hardly say it is the woman. The woman will endure suffering without flinching, whilo a man in the dentist's chair has been known to kick great holes in the wall while his teeth were being filled." [Applause.J "Who are seized with panic at a fire??the men or the women? Statistics will prove to you that half the trouble during a fire in a theatre or other public hall is invariably caused by the pushing and crowding of the men, who will stamp out the life of any one who gets in their way. If this is not proof that man is the weaker vessel, what is? To me it is sufficient" [Great applause.] But Mrs. Hopper-Walker thought that the others needed further proof; for she continued to present them with stastistical evidence for half an hour longer at least In the mean time Archie found the president of the club, Mrs. Merrie May, who gave him a programme of the evening's exercises and a printed synopsis of the different speeches. While Archie was attending to his duties, Rush was looking aboutthe room at the strange people ranged along the wall. A gentleman with a very high forehead and a blonde beard that grew in irregular spots about his face wherever it could pierce the surface tapped him upon the shoulder after a while, and said: "I saw you at the office of The Dawn the other day, so I presume you are a reporter and would like some points for an article for your paper?the names of the distinguished people hero this evening, etc." And, beforo Rush could say that ho was not there as a representative of his paper, the man ran his fingers through his straggling locks and, drawing himself up to his full 5 feet 4$ inches, said, "The lady reading the address is Mrs. Lavinia Hopper-Walker," adding, in a most impressive whisper, "my wifel I am Tobias T. HopperWalker. T. stands for Tartar. My mother was a Tartar." Rush thought that his wife was a Tartar also, but ho didn't say so. "Mrs. Lavinia Hopper-Walker is a most remarkable woman, sir. She can take the floor against any man, and shut him up before ho knows where he is." Rush looked at Mrs. Hopper-Walker, who at this moment was making one of her most cutting remarks at the expense of man. Her eyes were fixed upon her husband, and the expression of superiority that passed over her face was a study for a tragedian. The expression on his face would better have served the comedian, it was so self deprecatory and showed such satisfaction in being the weaker vessel "This is a most representative gathering," ho whispered. "There is Mrs. Ann Amelia do Johnstone, president of the 'Women Who Dare society.' It meets, every week at her house in Williamsburg, where it enjoys a most intellectual evening." RuskJooked in the direction indicated by Mr. Hopper-Walker's long forefinger and saw a woman with a high forehead decorated with thin, tight curls. Her eyes wero large, and their prominence was exaggerated by the powerful glasses she wore on her very retrousse nose. Indeed, her nose turned up with so much determination that it carried her upper lip with it, exposing her two largo front teeth to the public gaze. "Mrs. De Johnstone is very clover," continued Hopper-Walker. "She writes for the magazines and pamphlets by the score. I suppoeo you have read her book on the form of marriage proposals among the ancient Egyptians? She holds that women proposed in those days and advocates the olden custom. Mrs. HopperWalker has written an answer to this, in which she proves that the custom is even older than Mrs. Do Johnston? claims, and that that lady's theories ?avo even been in practice in this country for years. It is a good custom for some women. I know a number who would not have been married if it had not prevailed." He cast a furtive glance in the direction of Mrs. Hopper-Walker, who was just taking her seat amidst the most enthusiastic applause. At this moment Archie put his arm through Rush's and said it was tiino for them to be off. Rush thanked Mr. Hop per-Walker, and the two young men went down stairs to the cafo and seated themselves at a small table. While they drank a jug of German seltzer Archi* wrote out his report of the Sappho and sent it down to The Trumpet office. "There's nothing pleases them like getting copy in early, dear l>oy. Now let us hie to my uncle Archer's, where I will leave you while I do the McMulligan's. As I told you before, that won't delay me long. Cousin Bess will take care of you while I am interviewing McMulligan on the cost of his entertainment." From Dclmonico's they strolled no town as far as Twentieth street, whero they turned off to the home of tho Archers, on Gramercy park. Tho moon was shining brightly upon this exclusive littlo park, and upon tho ladies in their handsomo wraps who were running gayly up the Archers' front steps and disappearing in a blaze of gas light through tho door. This was to bo Rush's introduction to New York society?a tiling ho had heard a good deal about and regarded with moro or less awe. lie was just at an age when society is most attractive. He was very susceptible to beauty, and ho considered Helen Knowlton the most beautiful woman ho had ever seen. And so she certainly was, for sho was tho only beauty ho had seen who was not of a more or less rustic type, and, notwithstanding his country bringing up, he had littlo taste for rusticity in women. This first appearance in tho social world was a great excitement to him, and ho was very much afraid that he would do something in violation of the proprieties. So ho determined to do as his friend Tillinghast did; and he could not have had a better guide in such matters. To Archie he said nothing about his embarrassment, and there was nothing in his manner to lead his friend to suspect it The two young men, as the ladies had done before them, ran lightly up the steps and entered the hall, where Rush almost had his breath talren away by the dazzling light and the perfume of flowers. Ho followed Archie upstairs, where they left their topcoats; and, taking a parting glance at himself in the mirror to see that his tie had not ridden up over his collar and that his liair was not too much rumpled, he descended with Archie to the drawing room. Here a gorgeous scence presented itself. The long rooms were brilliantly lighted with wax candles and decorated with more flowers than Rush had ever seen together in his life. The ladies were dressed in their finest Paris gowns; but it was not so much the dressing as the want of it that astonished our young countryman?the older the ladies were, the less they seemed to fear the coldL Archie presented him at once to his uncle and aunt and to hia.cpusin Bessie, for whom Rush immediately conceived the friendliest feelings. Bessie Archer certainly was an attractive girl. She was handsome and well made, and she looked like a girl who enjoyed good health. Her complexion was brilliant, her teeth dazzling and her clear, gray blue eyes looked as strong as an eagle's. Although she was an exceptionally clever girl, she was not a bit of a prig, and her manner was remarkable for its cordiality. When she took Rush by the hand sho gave him such a firm, pleasant grip that ho said to himself, "Here is a girl worth knowing; she shakes hands like a man; none of your flimsy, lackadaisical touching of the fingers, such as some girls give. "And Bessie liked Rush at once. She had heard such pleasant things about him from Archie that she was naturally prejudiced in his favor; and it was impossible to look in his honest, manly face and not like him. "Now, Hurlstone, old fellow," said Archie, after introducing his friend to his cousin, "I will leave you to Cousin Bess' tender care and go where duty calls." "I'm sure you could not leave me where I would rather be," said Rush, as glibly as though he had been "in society" all his life. "Perhaps you will have a different tale to tell when Archie comes back," said Cousin Bess. "I shall only speak more positively then," replied Rush, with a bow that Count d'Orsay might have envied. At that moment the band, stationed in another room, struck up the music of a waltz, and there was a general movement of pleasant anticipation among the young people. Their elders drew up along the wall, and the dancers took their places on the floor. J *c "1JO you UUUWU, 1U1. UU11SIU11CI usacu Miss Arclier. "If you do, I will give you this waltz. I was saving it for Archie; but the poor fellow has not finished his day's work yet." "No, Miss Archer," replied Rush, "I do not dance. I have heretofore looked upon a dancing man with a feeling of superiority; but now I regard him with envy, and for the first time regret that the steps of the waltz are a sealed book to me." "I am very sorry, too; for I am afraid you are going to have a dull time, as this is a dancing company to-night. However, I will try and find a young lady whose conversation will in a measure alleviate your disappointment Will you take something intellectual or something frivolous?" As Miss Archer asked this question, her eyes turned towards two ladies standing on the opposite side of the room. Rush's eyes followed here, and he answered, "Something frivolous, please." So they threaded their way among the dancers, and he was introduced to Miss Gertie Gaston. "How is it you aro not dancing this evening, Miss Gaston" Rush inquired, foi he felt quite sure that she was one of tho dancing girls. "Do you want to know?" "I am consumed with curiosity." "Because I hate a plain waltz, and none of these men know the 'dip,'" she answered, with a show of annoyance. "What ignorancel I fancied New York men knew everything. To think of it! grown men, and not know the 'dip'!" "You know it?" said Miss Gaston, half rising. "Alas, no!" replied Rush; "but, then, I am not a New York society man." "Where aro you from?Boston or Philadelphia?" "Neither; 1 came direct from the country?from the abode of the milk pail and tho s usage." "Really! and you work on a farm?? get up at 5 in the morning, milk the cows, and all that sort of thing?" "I never have, but I dare say I could, if the cows would let me try." "I should not think you would care to "try," said Miss Gaston, with a movement of disapproval. "I should think a man might find something more manly to do than milking cows." "No doubt he might; dancing, for instance?" "Yes, indeed. He could learn the 'dip' in much less timo than it would take him to learn to milk a cow." Rusli looked at tho young lady to see if sho was guying him, but the expression of her face showed that she was thoroughly in earnest. He began to wish that he had chosen the intellectual lady, but the snatches of her conversation that reached him were not tempting. "I maintain," she was saying to a bald gentleman who was doing his best to suppress a yawn, "I maintain that Greek should be taught in the public schools; and you, Mr. Garside, should look to it, as a member of tho board of education, and see that our young girls and boys aro taught that classic language instead of these vile mouern tongues mui> iu? only useful for mercantile pursuits. Greek is a purely intellectual language. Herodotus would"? But hero Bessie Archer whirled past Rush in the arms of West Hastings, and gave him one of her sweetest smiles as she passed; so he never knew what Herodotus would have done. Rush wished from the bottom of his heart that the dancing would stop, and that ho might have a chanco to talk a little with Miss Archer, who was quite as bright, ho saw, as her cousin had represented her to be. The thought had hardly passed through his mind when the music ceased and the dancers strolled off in pairs. A young man dressed in the extremo of the fashion relieved him of Miss Gaston, and ho stood for a moment leaning against the wall, wondering where Miss Archer was, when suddenly his heart gave such an upward lunge that ho thought for a few seconds he should suffocate. But it soon fell back to its natural place and left him at liberty to feast his eyes upon the radiant face of Helen Knowlton, as she entered the room accompanied by her aunt and an old gentleman whom he had no difficulty in recognizing as Undo Lightfoot Myers. A subdued murmur of admiration ran through the room as tho prima donna stood for a moment on the threshold, looking about her for tho host and hostess. In a moment West Hastings was by her side and conducting her on his arm to Mr. and Mrs. Archer, while Aunt Rebecca followed on tho arm of Uncle Lightfoot. Rush ground his teeth at the assured manner in which Hastings took his place at Miss Knowlton's side. Then ho tried to laugh at himself for being such a fool. "Of course they are engaged, or the next thing to it, and I am making myself miserable as foolishly as a man ever did." Ho got some comfort, however, from two men who stood chatting near by him. "Is Helen Knowlton engaged to West Hastings'/" asked one of tho other. "No," was the reply; "and she never will be engaged to Hastings or any other man while 'Aunt Rebecca' lives. She may come near it fifty times, but I'll wager you anything you like that Aunt Rebecca Sandford is not going to let 'that child' put her head into the noose. And she's about right. Come, let's go up and have a B. and S." And they sauntered out, leaving Rush in a pleasanter state of mind than ho was in five minutes before. If Helen Knowlton was not engaged to West Hastings or to any other man, then he didn't see that his chances were utterly worthless; at any rate he was not going to retire from the field until after he had done some prospecting. Rush Hurlstone, though ? - a mon oo trnn ixa muucou u ;vuug mo? jvu ?w^.v. meet in a day's walk, was firm in the belief that a man could accomplish anything ho made up his mind to do, provided it was at all within the possibilities. If he had seriously set his mind upon being president of the United States, he would have gone quietly along working towards that end, thoroughly convinced that ho would accomplish his object. But he had no political aspirations. His ambition ran in another channel. Helen Knowlton was now chatting with Bessio Archer and threo or four men at the opposite end of the room. Rush's eyes were fastened upon her. He was thinking of her with all his mind, and she probably felt the magnetism of his glance, for she looked up, and, recognizing the faco without being able to tell where she had seen it, she bowed to him in her most cordial manner. Aunt Rebecca, who never forgot the face of a newspaper man, bowed too, and motioned for Rush to come over to their side of the room?an invitation ho was not slow in accepting. "How are you?" she said, giving him her hand. "Helen, here is Mr. Hailstorm, the young reporter who wrote that nice article about you in The Dawn." Rush was rather embarrassed by this public announcement of bis vocation, and annoyed by the miscalling of his name; but the hearty manner in which Miss Knowlton received him made amends for her aunt's want of tact "I recognized Mr. Hurlstone, and bowed to him across the room," said she, giving him her hand, whose touch sent an electric thrill through his entire frame. "Some other time I will thank him for his kindness, if he will allow me." "So you know Mr. Hurlstone?" said Bessie. "He is an old college friend of Archie's, who brought him to us this evening that wo might see for ourselves that all the nice things he had said about him were true." "And do you think they are?" Asked Helen, smiling upon Rush. "We hope for the best," replie Bessie; "but I shall bo able to speak with more authority after Mr. Hurlstone has made this house his headquarters for a while." Rush thanked Miss Archer for the imSlied invitation, but said ho felt more ke hiding his head in' a hole after Archie's compliments than trying to prove their truth; and thus they chatted and laughed, after the manner of young people at a party, until something was said about the banjo. Rush's reply led Helen to believe that he played that instrument, and she asked him if he did. He confessed that he "picked out a tune occasionally," and she invited hira to eome around some evening when there was no opera and try some duets with oUa a a! {fn/1 in tlin Knm'rt nn/1 I1CI, 1U1 DilC UCll^lllCU 1X4 Vil? UUXJJV uuu found it a great recreation after grand opera. Again the musicians struck up a waltz. West Hastings leaned down and whispered sometliing in Helen's ear. She looked as though what he said had pleased her, and at once aroso to dance with him. Again Rush ground his teeth. For a moment he wondered if he was too old to learn the mysteries of the waltz; but he could not help smiling as he thought of himself whirling about over a polished floor with u young woman in hia arms. Then lie inwardly railed at a custom that allowed such liberties. Hecause the band was playing and their feet were moving in time to the music, was that any reason why Hastings should havo his arm around Miss Knowlton's waist and hold her hand in his? He could not see that it was. Dancing was a vulgar and vicious pastime, and he would never allow a sister of his to take part in any such wickedness. He did not stop to think that no sister of his would bo likely to ask his permission. His eyes were bent upon the ground as these thoughts flew through his brain. A faint odor of mignonette reached him. He looked up just as Hastings and Miss Knowlton were gliding past. "Here I am at last, old man," said Archie, at his shoulder?"just ready for an evening's fun. My day's work is done, and I'm in prime condition for dancing. Seen the Knowlton? Ah, there she goesl Lucky beggar, that Hastings. They're engaged, you may bet your life. Come, let's have a glass of fizz. Uncle Archer is famous for his wines. I can promise you something good." "No, thank you, Archie; 1 think I'll go home. I'm pretty tired. You know the social whirlpool is new to me. You don t mind, do your 111 maae my adieus to Mr. and Mrs. Archer and your charming cousin, and slip off to my virtuous couch." "As you please, dear boy; I never like to force a fellow against his inclination," Archie answered; but he was evidently annoyed and disappointed. "I shall never forget this evening, Archie. Good night, old fellow. I'll hunt you up some time to-morrow." So this foolish boy said good night to his entertainers and went out under the stars. He had hardly reached the sidewalk before he repented his act. What an idiot to leave the place where Helen wasl But ho could not stand the torture of seeing her dancing with West Hastings. He would rather be out in the cool night air; but he could not tear himself away from the place. Lighting a cigar, he paced the length of the park, always with the house in view, and by the time he had finished it he saw the door open and Helen and her aunt and Uncle Lightfoot and West Hastings coming out. The gentlemen put the ladies in their carriage, and, closing the door upon them, bowed them off. Thank healfen* he was not going home with her! The carriage started down Twentieth ifr linrl nnt- rpnrdlprl Fmirtll UU? IV iiUU MVV - - - avenue when Rush started after it. The horses trotted briskly, and so did Rush. It was not far to Helen's house, so that Re arrived there just as the carriage drew up at the curb. Before he had time to think what he was doing the handlo of the carriage door was in his hand and ho was making his best bow to the ladies. They were startled at first, but were reassured when they recognized Rush. "How very odd that you should have happened by just at this moment!" said Helen. "Chance has been kind to me," answered Rush, trying to speak without showing how blown he was. "I'm on my way home. I don't live far from here." Ho didn't say it was a very roundabout way of getting to his lodgings, nor did Helen suspect it. Ho handed the ladies to tho door and bade them good night. "Don't forget that you are to come and play tho banjo with me," said Helen. Forget! Rush laughed so heartily at the thought as he turned tho corner of Twentieth Btreet into Sixth avenuo that a Bleepless invalid tossing on his couch listened with en > y to a man who was well and happy enough to laugh so long and loud. TO UK CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. tOf Religion in its purity is not so much a pursuit as a temper; or rather, it is a temper leading to the pursuit of all that is high and holy. Its foundation is faith; its action, work; its temper, holiness; its aim, obedience to God in all things. pijittUancouji grading. REMINISCENCES OF WESTERN YORK. For the Ynrkville Enquirer. I might go back over the .scope of these reminiscences and find several incidents connected with the lives of those whose names have been mentioned in connection herewith, and put them on record. As memory is more or less mnemonical, the mention of one incident brings to the mind another, and another, which the readers will remember and often have called to them the writer's attention. I have mentioned Pete Westmoreland's name heretofore, but his history is not yet full. Pete was a shining light in the halcyon days of hoosierdom in Western York, and I have followed him through many of them and given crude sketches of his career. He was plucky and withal stout, and to cross him was to provoke a fight. A general muster ground bully, any place he could get into a crowd of the right stripe lie was in for a row ifany occasion would bring it about. The last exhibition of this kind in which I know him to have figured extensively was at Alex. Childers's corn shucking, just before Alexander and Jake Cnilders moved West?perhaps in 1858. It was during one of the political campaigns, in which Hon. A. S. Wallace and Hon. W. C. Black were candidates for the State legislature, I think. Pete was a Wallace man, and swore he could whip any man around that corn pile that wasn't for Wallace. The banter was a pretty strong one, and as that section was usually divided between these two political opponents, Wallace and Black, it was most natural for a Black man to take him up. I am not certain but that George Morgan was the man that took him up, and a general fight was imminent, when Smith Sanders, Esq., the magistrate for that section, (who was about as drunk as anybody else) ordered an immediate cessation of hostilities. Alex. Childers, whose nickname was "Sparrow," had been handing around the black bottle with some of Uncle Jake's best "licker," and nearly the whole crowd was drunk?ne<rrr>*fcj ns m.*p11 whitps. T have told about the Manning negroes taking sides with the white boys in these fisticuff occasions ; so it was with the other negroes. They would generally take up for their young masters, whether tliey were right or wrong, and if there was no particular side to which they were thus attached they generally went for the side they wanted to win. Things, though, quieted down at Alexander's that night, and nobody was hurt. But notwithstanding the presence of the magistrate, and his order for everybody to liehave themselves, Pete kept shouting "Squire Wallace is a mighty smart man and Pete's a hoss. If they don't believe it, let 'em try to ride him." The last I ever heard of Pete's figuring in his old trade was after he went to Tennessee, just a short time after the war. He got a little drunk during court week, at Newport, I think it was, and when the sherifi had been informed by the court that he must remove that man from the court room or make him be quiet, he proceeded to discharge that duty by calling to his assistance the necessary help. Such conduct provoked the judge, and he proceeded to give Pete a reprimanding. He asked Pete his name. "I'm a hoss, sir," {ie said. "What did you say, sir?" queried the judge. "Pete's a hoss," he again replied. "Mr. Sheriff," said the judge, "please put this hosts in the stable." Pete was soon ensconced in the sheriffs boarding house and there he remained until the next morning, when the judge sent for him in order to give him another hearing. When Pete came into the court room the judge said : "Well, Mr. Hoss, how is it this morning?" "I want to see Lila mighty bad, Mr. Judge." With a smile and a gentle reproof for his indiscretion on the day previous, the judge discharged him, and Pete went on his way rejoicing?a wiser and better man. The last I heard of Mr. Westmoreland he was at Parrottsville, Tennessee, and prospering. He was always an industrious, honorable man, who worked hard and raised a family of industrious children who have made good men and useful citizens. Aside from his indiscretions hereinl>efore mentioned; Mr. Pete Westmoreland was a fair average citizen, and what I have said about his frailties is not intended to impair his standing in the community in which he was once a citizen. To anything dishonorable he was a perfect stranger. He was frank with his enemies and true to his friends. He was a blacksmith by trade, and for several years worked 011 Mr. Eddie Chamtiln/'o HA ini 1pm frnm Yorkville. on the'llo well's ferry road. J. l. s. WHAT THE ALLIANCE CAN DO. The present season, it now seems, will be a very prosperous one for Southern farmers. Not only has a large cotton crop been made, but the South has produced the largest crops of vegetables, fruits, hay, forage and grain that have ever before been known. This places the farmer in a very independent position. He has produced at home much that he used formerly to buy away from home. He has abandoned^ to a great extent, the all-cotton policy, a policy that was ruinous to the prosperity of this section. For, value as we may our manufacturing and mining interests, and that they are of the utmost importance none can doubt, the prosperity of the South must ever rest mainly upon its farming interest. The Farmers' Alliance which exists in every Southern State, and which has accomplished so much in its tight with the jute trust, should see to it that Southern farmers take 110 backward steps, but that they continue to advance 011 the road of progress 011 which they have entered. It must insist that they shall raise corn and meat enough for their sustenance, and increase the number of articles raised or produced at home for home consumption. The yield of corn has been so prolific in the South that there never was a more opportune time for the farmers to raise their own meat. With a cotton crop of money value this year of from $&">(),000,000 to $400,000,<HK> the South, will never be in a better condition to pull itself out of the thralldom of debt and dependence. When it gets out let it stay out. Manv of our farmers scarcely know the possibilities of the land they cultivate. Many, also, know little of the pleasure and comfort that a life in the country can give. With their eyes fixed on the crops that they can sell, they have forgotten that a little extra care and labor would produce vegetables, fruits and other home comforts, would fill their yards with poultry, and their dairies with milk and biitter. People ought to get all the enjoyment out of life that is possible. The farmer's life ought to be a happy and comfortable one. If the farmers' Alliances of the various Southern States address tliemselve to the work that we have indicated they will help the farmers of the South more than they can in any other way. There are not only trusts to be fought, but mistaken ideas and wrong notions that have been the growth of years. If the Alliances can dispel these they will indeed benefit the farmer?bonefit him in some cases in spite of himself.? [Greenville (Texas) Herald. 1ST A Fort Wayne, Ind., dispatch says: Mrs. Thomas Woods, of Warsaw, Ind., has begun an active war against tne saloons of that place. Home time ago she served notice on the proprietors of several saloons forbidding them to sell liquor to her ! husband, who is an ex-county clerk and prominent in the business world. These notices were uniformly disre- < garded; and a few days ago she en- < tered one of the drinking places and smashed a costly mirror. One day i last week she went into Rousseau's 1 saloon, threw a haiymer through a large window and broke the front windows of the place. She was not arrested and public sentiment is in < her favor. She says she means to < keep up her peculiar style of warfare ' till the sale of liquor to her husband 1 is discontinued. s THE RICHESTEX-SLAVE. The wealthiest colored man in the South since the war, who was born a 1 slave and set free by the emancipa- I tion proclamation, was Ben Mont- 1 gomery, of Mississippi. He belonged 1 to Joseph Davis first, and then to Jef- J ferson Davis. For years before the 1 war he was the secretary of Hon. Jos- * eph Davis, Jefferson Davis' elder j brother. The Davises were large ' planters and owned the "Hurri- ( canes" estate, consisting of three ] cotton plantations at the extreme lower end of Warren county, Miss., 1 and about eighteen or twenty miles 1 below Vicksburg. There Were be- J tween 12,000 and 15,000 acres of the ] finest land on the Mississippi river in ' these plantations and over 750 slaves. All the letters respecting the busi- 1 nessof these places for thirty years ' wore written hv Ben Montoomerv. 1 He frequently went to New Orleans on business for the Davises and carried with him once $90}000 in money. .' He traveled with Davis all over the j North, and could have run away fif- ] ty times had he wished. But he re- J mained loyal to the last. The Davis- I es were noted for their kindness to slaves. They had finer "quarters" on their plantations, probably, than any planters in the South, excepting ! the Hamptons. They kept a physician always on the places and in j every way aired for their "colored people," as the slaves were frequently allied. When Jefferson Davis and his brother Joseph left their homes, one as the president of the Southern Confederacy and the other as a brigadier-general, they put everything under Ben Montgomery's charge. He made the crops of 1861-62 and 1862-63, about 3,000 bales of cotton, and shipped if fn Kpw Orlpans and snld it to foreign buyers for gold.1 This money he carefully sent to Davis. In I860, when the slaves were emancipated, Davis sold the "Hurricanes" to Montgomery for $300,000 in gold. When the federal "agents for the protection of abandoned property and lands" came to take possession of the Hurricanes, they found Ben Montgomery with a title so strong that it could not be upset and they left him in peaceable possession. After the war he continued to plant these places, making every year from 1,100 to 2,200 bales of cotton, besides an abundance of corn and hav. In 1876 there being a balo /inn nn +Vin nQxrmonffl T^Qvic ttiivc uuu yjki viiv/ ^uTiuvitbVj a/m > ?v took the property back, but left Montgomery in charge. These places now yield a handsome income to Davis, who lives on the Mississippi seashore at Beauvoir, but visits nis old home once a year. Whenever he goes back to his former residence, all the old time negroes within fifty miles come to see ''Old Marse Jeff." When Ben Montgomery died, in 1881, Davis went to his funeral, and there was no sincerer mourner than he who once had the fate of a people upon his shoulders, at the grave of his old and life-long friend, though his slave. THE MORMON QUESTION. The sixtieth general semi-annual conference of the Mormon church began at Salt Lake City on Friday, 4th instant. Wilfred Woodruff, president of the church, presided, and George Q. Cannon, of tne first presidency, was present. There were also present five of the twelve apostles of the church and a great number of other high church officials. President Woodruff, in his opening address, said the Mormon church had been established by God, and that no power on earth could stay its progress. All revelations given to the saints, including polygamy, come direct from God, notwithstanding the trials and troubles through which the Mormons have passed, and the Lord would sustain all those who obeyed His principles and His revelations. Apostle J. W. Tainter commanded the people to give unquestioning obedience to the priesthood. "These men at the head of the church," he said, "have the spirit of revelation and speak for God. I bear my testimony that President Woodruff and his counselors are prophets, seers and revelators. The hand of God is over this church, and no power can destroy it or impede its progress. I believe in implicit obedience in spiritual and temporal things. We cannot retain the spirit of God and yet be constantly finding fault with the priesthood. We must learn to judge men by what we see, not on the basis of the limited opportunity we have of knowing what they are doing for the people. We should not criticise the cnurcn authorities." Elder Jacob Gates and Apostle Grant and Elder Abrain spoke in a similar vein. The church authorities are embracing every opportunity to keep the people in line politically, for they fear that with the loss of their ecclesiastical supremacy the church would be greatly weakened. IMMIGRATION THE REMEDY. John A. McClernand, of the Utah commission, has submitted a minority report on the Mormon question to Secretary Noble. His reason for so doing, he states, is his non-concurrence in the report of his colleagues 1 in its general animus, particularly in its treatment between opinions and actions as subjects of legislative pun- 1 ishment. He then enters into an ex- j haustive review and discussion of the Mormon question and arrives at the conclusion that the best means of eradicating it is by immigration. ! The existing laws, he says, are working well. "To let well enough alone, is a wise and safe rule," he continues, "I would j therefore recommend general adhe- j rence to it. Further aggressive legislation trenching further upon civil i and political privileges would be in- < jurious rather than beneficial." j WHAT THE WAR DID. 1 The following is an extract from a speech of Col. W. A. Henderson, an ex-Confederate soldier and leading < Democrat of Knoxville, Tenn., at the 1 re-union of the Army of the Cumber- J land: ] "I believe it as strongly as any- i tViino- thnt won written bv St. John 1 that the South has made more by the \ war than the North. Some people thought that the question of slavery 1 was the bone of contention. That question is settled now and settled forever, and in the settlement of that \ question the South has gained more i than the North. While those men < who wore the blue were settling the 1 question against us in our teeth, I i am of the opinion that they don't know how much good they are doing us. While it is true that they set i four millions of slaves free, they < didn't know so well as we know now 1 that they set free four millions of the i young men of the South whose hands. ! were bound down, chained by the | prejudices we were then living un- 1 der. It may have been involuntarily ] done, but they have for us made it i respectable to work. And it is this 1 work by the young men of the South ! which never could have been done 1 by slave labor or her cousin?tier- 1 man convict labor?that is bringing 1 the roses to bloom in the wilderness. 1 It is that which is rebuilding our i temple more glorious than that which ] was originally constructed by King i Solomon. In the providence of God that never could have been done in any other way. That it was not a question for argument. Was not a question for courts and lawyers. It was a question for the sword and shot and bayonet. You won the law suit but we got the mule." "Hide from the Census Taker."?A State convention of the colared people of Georgia has been jailed, to meet in Atlanta, on November 12. The object may lie judged from the following editorial utterance in the Atlanta News, of which William Pledger, who calls the convention, is editor: "We are going to discuss matters, it don't matter who it hurts. We are joing to tell of outrages and of the robbery of our people, expose the lies the Bourbon press has circulated about us, tell how we are denied representation and say to the world that 10 far as negro domination is concerned we do not wish it, but will say that we want representation scaled lown, and if necessary to do it, we will say to overy negro in the State, Hide while the census is being tar ken.' If necessary, let the census tell that there is not a negro citizen of Georgia. Say, if necessary, you have moved to Mississippi. Let the convention be orderly and conservative, having the interest of our State it heart. Never forget that we are jne people, and that the interest of ane race is the interest of the other." A Woman Hater.?The suicide of a Baltimore man the other day Is full v exDlained bv the statement that he was a woman hater. For years had his aversion to women been so great that he would step from the sidewalk to avoid passing one too closely, and he would not sit at the same table with one. That the existence of this man must have been wretched beyond expression no one can doubt, and perhaps the strangest part of this horrible romance is that he did not end his wretched life long ago. Disappointment in love in his youth is saia to be the cause of his hatred for women. Like many another fool, he was ready to judge all women by the one who had played him false. By so doing he committed a wrong to woman Kind for which no good woman can forgive him, and he inflicted a fitting punishment on himself by spending the rest of his life of nearly half a century in misery or mental torture. The man who hates womankind need never hope for happiness this side of the grave, and perhaps not beyond it. The Wandering Jew.?Do you know the legend of "The Wandering Jew ?" It fs as follows: As the Saviour was on His way to the place of execution, overcome with the weight of the cross, He wished rest, and stopped before the house of a Jew who, as the story goes, was named Ahasuerus. The heartless Hebrew ordered him to move on, at the same time applying many vile epithets and curses. As Jesus moved away, bearhis awful burden, He turned calmly toward the wretch and said: "Man, from this time forward throughout all eternity thou shalt be an outcast and wanderer over the face of the earth." The astonished Jew stood like one petrified, until the crowd had passed out of sight and thestreets had become silent and empty. Then driven by terror and remorse, he began his wanderings from place to place. Pale and thin, with flowing white hair and unkempt beard, many nations of earth believe he still wanders, unable to relinquish his task, or to find rest and oblivion in death. A Backset, But not a Defeat. The abandonment of the New Or leans Cotton Exchange of a demand of 16 pounds tare on cotton packed in cloth, is by no means significant that that rate will not be finally agreed upon. The claim of the New Orleans exchange, that its action was forcedby that of other exchanges, is no doubt' true. Memphis never accepted the proposed rate, and the Charleston exchange re-considered its action accepting it. What other exchanges may have done we cannot state positively, but no doubt some of them acted as Memphis and Charleston did. A complete triumph of the movement for the substitution of cotton bagging, and the customs, fears and rivalries of the exchanges to be have overcome. But sufficient progress has been and will be made this season to give assurance of success if the policy of the alliances and the planters is resolutely adhered to, and we are gratified that there are no indications of weakening as yet.?[Atlanta Journal. Columbia's Fixe Showing.?The News and Courier recently published an elaborate review of the trade, manufactures and development of Columbia, the State capital, during last year and since 1880. The review shows that in spite of bad agricultural seasons the business of Columbia for the commercial year 1888-89 reached $10,616,000, an increase of nearly $1,000,000 over the year before. The output ui uiuuumciuiea mucoidj^v.? w..... the banking business 30 per cent., ana new companies with a capital of one million and a quarter dollars was organized. The increase since 188(J is 55 per cent, in population, 92 per cent, in cotton receipts, 119 per cent, in banking capital and 324 per cent, in manufactured products. The great canal will be completed early next year, which will deliver thirteen thousand horse power of water power within the city limits and make Columbia the largest manufacturing centre in the South. William Throckmorton, of Griffin, Georgia, has a 'possum form near that town, where ne raises five hundred opussums yearly, and ships them to different parts of the country in the season. The farm consists of a ten-acre persimmon grove, thickly interspersed with hollow trees or hollow logs thrust in the ground* Here are 'possums of all sizes, from the little one-pounder to the big fellows that weigh nearly thirty pounds. When the simmons are ripe the animals reach their perfection as a delicacy, and during the remainder of the vear they are fed on fruits, vegetables, bits of bread and meat, and other kitchen slops. S&* It is estimated that the amount contributed annually by the Chris tian population 01 ail lanas ior religious purposes of every kind is about two thousand millions of dollars, being an average tribute of about $1.50 for every man woman and child on the face of the earth to-day. At the Evangelical Alliance, held at Washington in 1887, it was affirmed that "Probably since 1850 more money has been raised by the Protestant churches of Christendom for purely evangelizing purposes, aside from current church expenses and local charities, than was raised for the same object in ill the previous eighteen centuries." They have remarkable jurymen in England. Twelve men were recently found who listened to the testimony in a case of murder, a wife iccused of poisoning her husband. 3he confessed to being a bad woman, ?uilty of infidelity towards her husband ; but the sympathies of the people were with her. Every effort was made to throw doubt upon the case; but the jurymen were unmoved by it, ind came into court declaring that they had "no reasonable doubt" of her guilt; the verdict was unanimous from the first, and they now justify themselves in what they did. We should be glad to import some English jurymen into this country, or else import some English courts. A