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- - - V MHBy f ; _ ^ lewis m. grist, proprietor. | . ?,n Jiulcptiidciit (Jamiljj Jfltuispptr: <Jor flic J3romotion of the political, Social, g^ricutturat and ^mnmerciat Jnfercsts of Ihc j^ouflt. |terms?$2.00 a year in advance. VOL. 36. YOEKYILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1890. ISTO. 41. riL-A MIXING OF PICKLES. By Maj. ALFRED a GALHOUN. Illustrated by T. A. FITZGERALD. (dbpyright. All rights reserved.] Henry Henshall was in despair. In vain he tried to banish the shadowy ideal from his heart by a greater devotion to bis art. Whether h6 worked at a landscape or a marine scene the face of the beautiful girl he had seen on the cars would appear in the foliage or rise from the * waters like another Undine. A hundred times he would turn away from the canvass, thinking by force of will to dispel the torturing illusion, but as it was the creation of his own brush it would not vanish. One afternoon he daubed bis palette and brushes on the ktndio floor, and, springing to his feet, called out lu a voice of agony: "Merciful powers! Am I never again to paint anything but that face? Can I never again think of anything bat that face?" Aa if in reply to bis question a quick double rap sounded on the door behind him, and in response to his nervous "Come in" Tom Wogly, his own private detective, stood before nim, his face as impassive as a tobacconist's Indian. "Any news, Tom?" cried the desperate young man, and he looked as if an immediate homicide would follow a reply in the negative. But Tom Wogly showed no alarm. Shaking out the crown of his soft felt hat he looked carefully inside, as if trying to discover how he had lost the lining, and then answered with that double antiquity for which ancient oracles and modern detectives are alike celebrated: 'fyell, sir, there ain't nothln' as you might call downright startling to report. I ain't got what I'd call a reg'lar straight tip on the gal, but I kinder think I'm onter the heavy villain gent, iidgin' entirely by the face In the plctur*. If yon drored that face right, why" "Any news, Tomt" "Where did you see him?" interrupted Henry Henshall, and he picked up his hat to be ready to dash out wheu he got the information. "It was last night, sir, a talkin' to a mysterious woman, whose face was hid by a veil. Them two was right under Lafyot's stater, on Union square, and the woman acted as if her* dander was np and she didn't care who kanpred 4*r*nd the man he tried to soothe her and set her an example of street etiquette by talkin' low. "Well, I sneaked round to see what 1 eould hear, but the man got onto my little game, and hurried to a cab that was standin' near, and as he drove off he called out, 'I'll see you, Louise, some hour to-morrow night;' then I tried to talk to the veiled lady, but she threatened to call the police. I apologised, and she started off at a go-asyou-please gait that would have won first money at a walking match if she could keep it up. "I shadowed her to Second avenue, near Seventeenth street, where she vanished into an every day kind of boarding house. That's the report, 8ir, and if you could let me have another fifty to hire a side partner, for I've got to have one or die for the want of sleep, .why, I'll credit you with it when the job's over, which I hope'U be very soon." After this long speech Toip Wogly coughed into his hat until the crown threatened to burst, and Henry Henshall handed him five ten-dollar bills. The young man was about to question the detective further when a heavy step was heard outside; then the door opened without any preliminary knock, and a handsome old gentleman, with a troubled face, entered and said: "Harry, my son, I must see you alone at once." The detective jammed the money into his pocket and his hat on his head, and vanished with a curt "Good day, gents!" "What is the matter, father? You look troubled," said Henry, as he placed a chair for his unexpected visitor. ' Dion T IaaIt a a T fool " MnlloH \f r? XT on_ *"VU M. CM A *W4| tvpil^u AUtl A4VUshall, with a groan that came from his heart. "On the top of the failure of Higgtns & Lewis, our western agents, I this morning learned that my cashier has been faithless. He fled to Canada on Saturday, and a hurried examination of his books shows that he has robbed me of at least 1300,000." "But you are rated at a million; surely you can weather the storm," said Henry, hope rather than reason prompting his words. "If you were a business man, as I wanted you to be," Baid Mr. Henshall impatiently, "you would know that a man's rating by an agency is never an evidence of the cash he can command." Then, rising from his chair, he laid his hands on his son's shoulders, looked eagerly into his eyes and added,"Harry, you can save me if you will!" "I, father?" and behind the old gentleman Harry Henshall Baw the Undine face peering at him from the pictured water on the easel "Yes, you. Harry. Sit down and when I have told you all I am sure you will fall in with my purpose, for I have been to you a good father, and I feel that you will be to me a dutiful son." Harry sat down, and taking a chair facing him his father went on to explain his troubles. "I am in the power of one man," he said, "and by a scratch of his pen he can ruin or save me." "Who is that?" asked Henry. "Edward Hartman." "The banker?" "Yes, Edward Hartman, Lena Hart man's father. Harry, you and Lena played tofether as children, and Mr. Hartman and ?we were neighbors and good friends in those days?often laughingly spoke of the marriage of you and Lena. From that time to this she has loved you. She is an only child and her father is worth 18,000,000. "If you will call on her at once I may get time to think, and if you ask her to marry you it will save me and your mother from an old age of poverty, and in the end you **411 Klnoa fKa ilotJtKaf t?An fnn\r mw orlxrfstA " v> &f* ""V hh; v*4W? j VM wva tuj ?*%* ? <w> Mr. Henshall held out his trembling bunds appealingly, and Henry, who sat with his back to the picture, took them and sAid impulsively: "I would give my life gladly to save you from trouble, father, so I will do as you request; though it will be unjust to Lena Hartman to offer her my hand when I cannot give her my heart." Rejoicing much at his son's obedience Mr. Henshall left the studio. Then Henry turned to the easel, and more distinctly than It had yet appeared he saw the beautiful, mysterious face looking up appealingly from the water. He contrasted this exquisite ideal with the real Lena Hartman, the art child that hAunted him sleeping and waking with the large, full faced and stupidly good natored banker's daughter. Henry Henshall's mind was certainly in an unusual state of perturbation, but it was placddity itself compared with the condition of his unknown IdoL The sudden disappearance of Mr. Crawford and his family from No. 8 West Thirtyeighth street was at the suggestion of Dr. Watson, whose keen ears and sharp eyes were quick to discover the hourly increasing curiosity of their neighbors in the apartment house, and it was Dr. Watson ^eebng |deal? H (Jreat <5omposit^ Jfovel. THE JOINT WORK OF H. Ballou, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, MaJ. Alfred C. Calhoun, in Dale, Howe & Hummel, uline Hall, Inspector Byrnes, John L. Sullivan, ill Nelson. Mary Eastlake. P. T. Barnum, Bill Nye. | who secured tha new and more secluded I quarters on Kowenhaven place, near oixtyl seventh street and Central park. Being retired, well furnished and on the [ ground floor, the new apartments were preferable to the old ones, and Miss Brown*, the governess, who of late had shown a coquettish interest in Mr. Crawford, declared to Edna that it was "a perfect little paradise of a home." To Edna Crawford, who seemed to have lost interest in life, it mattered not where she was or whither she went, so that the place offered her a refuge from the haunting eyes of Dr. Watson. fc .. . f To avoid meeting this man at table she feigned sickness and had her meals served in her room; but the very means used to avoid him brought him into her presence With an eager tender of his professional services. When he was out of sight she loathed him; when he was near, with his strange eyes burning into her face, or his Angers pressing her pulse, while he pretended to look at his watch, she was as powerless to resist as a bird under the fascination of a snake. Fortunately, the doctor was now away the greater part of every day, and Edna would take advantage of his absence to comfort herself with the magic violin. She shunned her father, because he was forever sounding the praises of the doctor, and, for the same reason, she avoided Miss Brown as much as possible, though that lady's increasing devotion to Mr. Crawford did not escape her notice. One evening after supper she heard Dr. Watson saying to her father in the hall, "I expect to see a party from the west tonight. and if there is anything of importance to communicate I'll wake you up on my return after 12." To this Mr. Crawford replied in a nervous voice: "If there is not a certainty of arranging the terms, so as to prevent publicity, we must sail for Europe on Saturday. I feel as if I could not hold up much longer under the strain." After the doctor bad gone out Mr. Crawford came into his daughter's room, and to his great delight she was less excitable and more demonstrative in her affection than usual After an hour's talk she kissed him good night, saying that she felt weary and would lie down, and requesting him to tell Miss Brown that she need not see her again till morning. As soon as her father had gone out Edna quickly placed her violin and several rolls of music in the case, then hurriedly put all her jewelry and a change of clothing into a little valise and lowered the light. She waited for an hour after Miss Brown had gone to bed in the adjoining room, then quickly put on a street dress, and carrying the valise and violin case left the house as noiselessly as a shadow. Looking neither to the right nor left she made her way to the Third Avenue ElevatI ed road and took a car bound south. She got out at Fulton street, utterly Ignorant of her whereabouts, and quite as uncertain as to her destination; but to her great joy Bhe saw a respectable looking hotel near the station, and this Bhe entered with a confidence of manner that in no way indicated her feelings. She wrote her name on a blank card "Miss Louisa Neville," and asked the waiter who appeared in the parlor to have her registered and a room assigned her. She had 132 in cash besides her jewels, and this, so she thought, would enable her to live till she could find a place for the exercise of her talents. Although not hungry, Edna Crawford went down to the dining room the following morning, and while waiting for her ooffee she looked over a paper that lay on the table. It was a copy of that morning's World, and a glance at the "want" columns decided her as to what she should do next. After the merest apology for a breakfast she put a veil over her hat and hurried to The World office, on Park row. She was about to write out an advertisement, applying for the position of governess, when a handsome middle aged man, with a refined German face, raised his hat and said, as he handed her a slip of paper: "Blease to ogsku^e me, mees, but I am not sure if mine is goot English. Is dot spelled ride?" With a flushed face and trembling hands Edna read the following: WANTED?Immediately, a young lady who can play violin solos in a European concert company. Apply In person and with own Instrument to TTn-l Cfainmofv VrN W TTwIrvn Baiiara Van' Uv* 4 iMUl V- w VUiVU *'V" York. IV.-ONE PURPOSE AND TWO ENDS. By ALAN DALE. Illustrated by WALTEB E ITDOUGALL [Copyright All rights reserved.] Lena Hartman, the banker's daughter, was one of those matter of fact maidens who seem to have been created as a useful foil to the sentimental gushfulness of the romantio damsel. Miss Hartman was more than delicately plump. Her appearance suggested an intense regard for meals. Like the German fraulein, who is not at all disinclined to talk love over a steaming dish of Frankfurter sausages, supplemented by sauerkraut, Miss Hartman was eminently healthy. As for her amiability, it was simply without limit Miss Hartman was impervious to the petty worries of life. One of her friends always declared that nothing less than an earthquake would ever cause her the least agitation. Henry Henshall called upon this portly maiden in due time, and her appearance filled him with a vague affright His artistic instincts told him at once that he need never expect from her either sympathy or even interest in his plans and his aspirations. But his promise to his father dwelt in his mind sacredly intact. He would be a martyr, and he must feel some consolation in that Most men do. It is well to reflect that one is a martyr, even though too late to be included in Fox's book. The face of his unknown Idol blotted from his mind the large, immobile features of Miss Hartman the instant he left her, and he felt that as a reward for his sacrifice he could at least indulge in the luxury | of thinking of this strangely met, strangely j lost woman. Lena Hartman was motherless, and had recently engaged as companion a woman ! whom Henshall regarded with undefined mistrust She was a light haired, blue eyed woman, who years ago must have been extremely handsome, but her features wore now livid with care. Her movements were furtive and catlike, and Bhe seemed to regard the life she was living as unreal. "What induced you to engage her, Lena?" asked Henshall one day, with the privilege of a newly made flanoe. He had glided | into this position in such an unutterably i commonplace manner that the chains so easily forged were hardly galling. "Because she interested me," declared Miss Hartman. "I feel that she has a history. You always tell me, Harry, that I am the most unromantic being on earth. I know it. I can, however, appreciate romance in others, though I am aware that you think even that impossible." Mr. Henshall sighed. He wondered stupidly if Lena would feel interested in his own brief, pointless romunce. He dimly saw the Jealous demon rapping i for admittance at the smooth doors of Miss ! r?11.V TIA t.VlB hnfflwl i retreat of this demon. He declined to adj mit even the possibility of Miss Hartman's jealousy. His acquaintance with women was very I Blight. He imagined that the passionless | affection evinced for him by his promised j wife was one of those airy trifles, the pres| ence or absence of which was but of slight j | significance to the welfare of the woman. One morning Mr. Henshall called at Mr. Hartman's house, more with the object of "reporting for duty," as he styled it in mental irony, than with any well defined object in view. Mr. and Miss Hartman were out, he was j informed. Mrs. Smith, the chaperon, I was at present the only member of the family now at home. She was In the draw Ing room, ventured the domestic discreetly. Henshall never knew afterward what it was that prompted him to enter instead of leaving the conventional card to indicate his unsatisfied visit. He told the servant he would stay for a time and wait the arrival of the father and daughter. Then leaving his hat and cane in the hall he walked to the door of tho drawing room, and with a slight premonitory knock entered. The room was unlighted, save by a full, red shaded lamp that cast a pink effulgence on objects in its Immediate neighborhood. The young man saw seated on a low chair close to the lamp the apathetic form of Mrs. Smith, the chaperon. She had not heard his knock und remained Beated, her hands folded listlessly in front of her, her head bent slightly forward, until the sound of his light footfall reached her ear. Then with a start she rose and placed her hand upon the region of her heart. "Xou alarmed me, Mr. nensnan," sne declared, with an attempt at a smile that was a signal failure. "I did not expect anybody, because Mr. Hartman and Lena have gone out Let me see," hesitatingly. "I think they went to a reception at Mrs. Van Auken's house on the avenue. Did? you?wish" "Nothing," interrupted the young man, with a reassuring smile. "I thought I would come in for a few minutes and rest myself.", S The absence-of Miss Hartman was bjntio means regrettable. In fact Mr. Henshall felt a distinct relief at the respite from bald platitudes that her visit on the avenue afforded him. He looked at Mrs. Smith's face. She had evidently been weeping. He had undoubtedly interrupted a painful meditation. Well, he reflected, she ought to thank him for that at any rate. That she was not inclined to express any gratitude either by words or by looks was very apparent. It was clear that she did not consider herself bound to entertain Miss Hartman's guest. After a few uninteresting remarks, uttered uninterestingly, she rose and announced her intention of retiring to her room. "I leave you," she said, "provided with a couple of readable books, and am sure that you will find them capital entertainers. Of course you will wait to see Lena and Mr. Hartman. I know it would be a great disappointment to you if you failed to meet them." She accompanied these with a faint, significant smile that was irritatlngly visible to Mr. HenshalL He colored slightly, and bit the end of hi?mustache to restrain the rather impatient retort that rose to his lips. Mrs. Smith moved noiselessly about. There was the same feline suggestions about her walk that he had noticed before. "Good night," she said indifferently. As she passed him something fell at his feet He saw it there before him, but made no effort to pick it up for a few seconds. Then he stooped and raised it from the fioor. It was an old fashioned gold brooch, one of those trinkets that we have seen our grandmothers and great-aunts wear, and nave admired in the days of our childhood. At the back of the brooch was a portrait, beautifully colored, standing out conspicuously from the dull gold frame. As he looked at it Henry Henshall was conscious of a mental shock such as he had rarely received. The picture conjured up a whole train of reminiscences that for the last few weeks he had hardly ventured to disturb; for in the startling eyes and uncanny expression of the photographed face he had no difficulty in recognizing the man whom he had seen in the Wagner nalnna car. and whom he had mentallv dubbed the heavy villain of the episode. . In an instant he was on his feet; his hand was upon the bell; his intention wpj instantly to send a servant to Mrs. Smith, summoning her to his presence. lie was spared the trouble. The door was noiselessly opened and the lady herself entered the room. "I dropped my brooch," she said apologetically. "No, do not trouble," she added as he made a movement "I think I know where to And it" The young man's heart wus beating violently. He wanted to tell her that he had picked it up, but was unable to And the words. He held it up and tried to speak In an instant she had snatched it from his hand. He ^a /ul f i "1 would not lose it for the world," she said. Henry Henshall struggled with his emotion for a moment and overcame it. "You know that man?" he asked harshly. She looked at him for a moment, then burst into a loud, unmusical laugh. "If I know that man? Hal ha! ha! Do I know him? Ah, it is too good 1 Hal hal ha!" She sat down and laughed hysterically, he looking at her in mute amazement. Suddenly she seemed to secure control of herself. Her laughter ceased. The expression on her face became one of uneasiness. She advanced quietly to Henshall and said, with an indifference which was unconvincing even to the young man: "Do you know him?" He answered at once: "I do not know him. I wish I did, for I believo he is a? a" He paused in embarrassment. "Go on," she said. "I was going to say," he resumed, "that I believe he is a villain." "You are right," she said deliberately, fixing her blue eyes on Henshall's white face. "He is a villain, and it is his wife that says so." Henshall recoiled. Iutenso surprise momentarily bewildered him; then came, like a ray of sunshine, the knowledge that hero was a clew to the recovery of his ideal. Not a thought of Leua Hartman entered his mind to thwart his plans. "You know his wife?" he asked. Again she laughed mirthlessly. "I am the woman unfortunate enough to bear that relation to him," she said. Then in alarm: "Mr. Henshall, I do not wish to acquaint you with my past life. You have come into possession of a secret through no fault of mino. I beg of you not to betray my confidence." Her evident sincerity overcame his animosity to the woman. "Mrs. omitn, xjo bum, )uui dcwcu ID safe. Tell me, I Implore of you, us much about this man as you conscientiously can. To show you how much in earnest I am I will tell you my reasons for asking this." He then related to her the story of his journey in the Wagner palace car, omitting no detail likely to interest her. lie then told her (and strange to say, he really believed it himself) that his object wus to find the girl, although engaged to Miss Hartman. He would be perfectly loyal to Lena, but he felt that he could not go through life without having met his ideal, if only to speak with her briefly, to study her beauty for one hour. He must see her. He would perhaps forget her if his curiosity were satisfied. Ah! how easy it is to "talk one's self in," as tho saying is. What a delightful thing an eased conscience! Mrs. Smith was a woman of the world, and she understood the complexion of the case far more thoroughly than did young Henshall. But apparently it served her purpose to gratify him. "Do you know the names of the people with whom you saw him?" she asked. "Crawford," lie answered. "Did you learn that they stopped at No. 3? West Thirty-eighth street?" "Yes," in intense surprise, "I called there." "So did I," she said quietly, "but tho bird had flown." "Have you any idea who tho Crawfords were?" It was his turn to question. "None at all." she replied bitterly. "1 need hardly say that Watson is not my husband's name. He has assumed many aliases, but tho name to which he was born is Leopardi. He is an Italian by birth. He has called himself Rimaldi, Duval, Schimmgrlein, Henshaw and Watson, oa far as I can remember. I met him two years ago. I knew him ns Dr. Henshaw, the mind reader. "Hypnotism was a subject in which I was deeply interested. I attended all the lectures on the subject that I could possibly find. I met Dr. Henshaw at his house. I was rich. I had money and jewels. "How it came about I can never thoroughly understand, but we were married. Two months later he left mo penniless. I waited for his return, and waited in vain. A child was born to me. Thank goodness it died. I took this position temporarily. I live for revenge, and," fiercely, "I will have it." Grave fears for the safety of his ideal surged up forcefully in the bosom of Henry Henshal 1 as he listened to this story. That she wus in danger was now very evident His mind was made up. "A man and a woman, both in earnest, and working together in unison, ought to be able to accomplish a great deal. I want to find this man for chivalry's sake," he said, again furnishing excuses to himself. "You want to find him as a wronged woman. Shall we join forces?" She hesitated for one moment. Then her mind was made up. "Willingly," she said. V.-TWO ON A TRAIT*. I By WILLIAM F. HOWE, Assisted by ABE HUMMEL Illustrated by A, B, SHULT2L [Copyright All rights reserved.) "Vy, dis is Dr. Henshaw, ain'd it?" exKlolmofl TTnrr Stpinmptz na hp.laid hia creat hand on the shoulder of a man walking rapidly past him on lower Broadway. "Vere haf you pin all dis time? Haf you your old frents forgot?" The doctor was in anything but an amiable frame of mind when his meditations were suddenly cut short by this inopportune recognition by an old acquaintance. With a deep frown on his brow he lifted his piercing eyes, to Steinmetz's face and curtly returned the greeting. The German pulled him out of the way of the crowd to the edge of the curbstone and plied him with questions. Was he still lecturing? What was he doiug in New York? Where had he been buried out of sight for so long? He replied that he had settled down to practice his profession in New Orleans and had had no opportunity to meet his former acquaintances. He was spending a few days in the city to transact business of the utmost importance, and he was then on his way to keep an appointment that he could not delay, as it was already getting late. "So," said Herr Steinmetz, "bud you must gome and see me. My gousin Heinrich Neuberger, your olt manager, is here and he will vant to talk vid you vile you stay in New York. Can't you come tonide?" '1 think I can," returned the doctor, who was shifting around anxiously, and evidently desired to make the Interview as short as possible. He was perfectly willing to promise to see his former manager, but if there was anyone man he had particular reason to avoid, that man was Heinrich Neuberger. "You must gome to my goncert," continued Herr Steinmetz. "Id vill be grant. I haf disgofered a new Camilla Urso, a greader blayer dan Matam Urso ever. She vill make her deput to-nlde at Steiuway hall. You are a musician; you must hear her." Putting the proffered complimentary ticket into his pocket the doctor, to end the interview, said "Good-by," and hurried through the first door he noticed, through the Schermerhorn building to A . -- - J Al J 1 llA ...k wan street ana ineu uuwu |?wii i>uu suutreasury and the custom house to the Hanover square station of the elevated railroad. Henry Henshall, who had been down town to sec his father, happened to be riding on the same train as the doctor, but he wa? so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice the former husband of his fiancee's companion as he passed through the car looking for a seat. .The young artist was downhearted, and as the train sped up town he wondered what to do with himself to while away the evening. He lifted his piercing cyca to Stdnmeta't face. He did not care to go to his club, he had no reason to go home and he had told Miss Hartman not to expect him until Saturday. When the guard yelled "Fourteenth street" ho suddenly determined to leave the train and take a table d'hote dinner at one of the Italian restaurants in that portion of the city. After his meal he enjoyed a good cigar, and then started to walk leisurely over toward Union square, along the north side of Fourteenth street. Before he had taken many steps his artistic eye was attracted by the well rounded figure of a girl just ahead of him, who carried a leather music roll in her hand. There was something familiar in her appearance, and ho quickened his pxace to get a better look at her. The next moment he knew that she was the ideal with whom his brain had been filled since he first caught a glimpse of her in the Wagner car. His first impulse was to lift his hat and address her, but he restrained himself, knowing that she would undoubtedly resent his impertinence. He resolved to find out where she went, however, and permitted her to get several feet in advance, but not very far, as he feared to lose sight of her in the crowd that was hurrying along the thoroughfare 1 toward the places of amusement. I As the girl reached the corner of Irving , place she came suddenly face to face with a man in whom Henshall recognized the younger of the two men who had been traveling with her on the New York Central railroad. She looked down and tried to pass him. "I am very glad to meet you thus unexpectedly, Miss Crawford," sarcastically remarked the doctor, detaining her with his hand. "Let mo go; I have nothing to say to you," she exclaimed, looking up at him appealingly and shrinking from his grasp. For a moment Heushall stood irresolute. He saw that the girl wished to escape from the man, who seemed determined not to let her go; but he could not tell what their relations had been or how his interference would be taken. Again he heard her plead to bo let alone, and she turned her eves toward him as if ' to appeal for help. lie saw that great, 1 dewy tears were stealing out upon her long eyelashes, aud he hesitated no longer. "What do you mean, sir, by insulting an unprotected lady?" ho cried, jumping forward and giving the doctor a shove with such violence as to nearly throw him over the iron fence around the Academy of Music. He pushed forward in front of the ( girl, who immediately left, and he shook 1 his flst in the face of her astonished ao- i quaintance. ' "You deservo to bo thrashed within an inch of your life," he continued, "and I feel very much inclined to give you a severe chnsti-emcnt to teach you tetter manners." "Come, get away from hero. I will not stand any more of this nonsense," replied the physician. "I shall call a policeman if you interfere with me." "I shall not allow any one to insult a lady in my presence," said the artist, who felt that ho had to offer some justification for his conduct io the throng that had already collected around them. "This is ridiculousl I spoke to an old 1 friend of mine," was the final reply vouch- 1 Bafed to the girl's champion, who allowed himself to be put aside as the furious dootor moved away. ! nenshall followed, thinking that he might again have the opportunity of stepping between his ideal and one from whom she was evidently anxious to escape. He was crossing Irving place when a ( carriage drove past. Ho recognized it immediately as Edward Hartman's. He hoped that the occupants would not notice him, but he was disappointed. He was walking ahead when he heard a familiar ' voice calling his name. He turned 'and saw Mr. Hartman beckoning to him. The carriage had stopped in front of the academy and the banker and his daughter were alighting. "Lena thought she would like to go to the theatre this evening," said Mr. Hartman, after shaking hands with him, "so, as she never saw 'The Old Homestead,'! have brought her here. I have a box, and I want you to come in with us, unless you have some special engagement." "I want to see a?friend," said Hen"You can go out between the acta and see him. I may want to see a man myself, and I know that Lena will excuse us," said the banker with a facetious wink to the young man. The artist came to the conclusion that the young lady, in whom he felt a much more lively interest than he did in Lena Hartman, had probably gone too far for him to overtake her, and so he allowed his fiancee to persuade him to enter the academy. "I really have some business on hand, though," ha remarked, "and I shall be obliged to leave before the end of the performance." He had seen Denman Thompson's play before, and he was far too much engrtused in his own thoughts to take any interest in the quiet rustic scene on the stage. In the meantime Dr. Watson, as the evil eyed one chose to style himself for the time being, had gone alojg Fourteenth street as qnlckly as his ISgroouM walk. When he reached Union square he looked around in the vain hope that he might catch sight of Miss Crawford. She had disappeared, and he did not know which way to turn. People surged around in every direction, and he know that if the girl had tried to escape she might have taken a horse car, as long as she bad reached the corner ahead of him. "Curse the luck," he muttered; "if it hadn't been for that young idiot on the block above I should have had her in safe keeping before now." He went over to the Morton House cafe, sat down at one of the tables and ordered a glass of absinthe. "I thought I had time to catch her again before she reached Union square," he mused. "I wonder if she really walked that whole block. She couldn 't have taken one of the green cross town cars, as I did not notice any pass there. Let's see, where could she have gone? Not to any of the places on the south side of the street, that's very sure. She might have entered Stoinway hall. By Jove sho must have done it." This idea Impressed him as being very good, and he told the waiter to bring him some more absinthe As he sipped the liqueur his mind was active. "Of course that old fool Steinmetz is bringing out a new fiddler, and she would naturally want to attend the concert. Supposing?no, it is not possible?yes, it is, though?she might have sought work there herself. I do not know but that she is the new Camilla Urso herself. I'll find out" He did not dream of going to the hall himself and seeing his old friends Steinmetz and Neuberger. He left the cafe, and as a first move bought an Evening World from a newsboy and turned immediately to the amusement column, where he saw the announcement that Miss Louise Neville, a talented young artiste, would make her first public appearance in the United States. "Louise Neville may be Edna Lewis," he thought. "It is not probable that she would appear under her own name or under the alias adopted by her father." To settle the question to his own satisfaction ho walked around to the nearest florist and bought a large bouquet Then upon a blank card he wrote: "With the sincere regards of an old St Louis friend who has often enjoyed in private the accomplishments that the public are now given an opportunity to applaud. "Edwin* St. Leonard." He instructed a young man to deliver the flowers to Miss Neville off the stage, and to say that ho had been sent by Mr. St Leonard. Fifteen minutes later the messenger returned. "When I handed her the flowers," he reported, "she said sho ivaa surprised to hear that Mr. St. Leonard was in New York, and she told me to thank him for her." "I am glad to have that much settled. Now I can lay my hands on Edna," thought Dr. Watson. "Those Infernal managers have hold of her; that's the only trouble. I can't very well take her by force, and I'm afraid it is too late to get the old gentleman down here before the concert closes. I'll try, though." Returning to the Morton house he wrote this letter: "My Dear Mr. Crawford?My efforts have at last been crowned with success. 1 have discovered your daughter. She is now at Steinway hall, and if you will come down here without a moment's delay you may be able to see her to-night. In haste, "G. L. Watson." He procured a messenger boy, and by aid of a liberal tip secured the promise that the note would be delivered in the shortest possible time at Kowenhaven place, near Sixty-seventh street. Ho then stationed himself near the door of Steinway hall to await developments. Not long after this he saw his whilom assailant pass him and speak to a friend. Henshall had sat through two acts of "The Old Homestead" by the side of Miss Hartman, and, believing that he had done his full duty to her, he pleaded the engagement he had mentioned when he met her and bade her good night. In front of Steinway hall he met a brother artist whom he had known for years. "Come in here with me," Bald his frieud. "A musician who heard the new violinist play in private yesterday says she is simply a marvel, and that she is bound to create an immense Bensation. I bought tickets and intenled to come hero in time, but was delayed. I hope we have not missed her entirely." Dr. Watson did not lose sight of Henshall until the swinging doors closed behind him. [TO BE CONTINUED.] Sunday With the Vanderbilts.?The Vanderbilts are religiously inclined, and early on Sunday morning the children are washed and dressed and sent to Sundayschool. At church time they go to their father's pew and sit there with him and their mother during the service. In the afternoon they go to Sunday school again. They are never allowed to use horses or carriages, nor to go out, except for a short walk as a matter of exercise. The day is spent very quietly. They have an early tea, and in- the twilight the children gather in the music-room while one of the ladies play the piano or organ. Cornelius Vanderhilt, William K., Elliott F. Shepard and the ladies of the families join for an hour or two in song. The hoys sometimes bring out their violins, the young girls play their harps, and there is an hour or two of the most delicious music that one could imagine. They sing hymn after him, and when the twilight fades away the little ones are put to bed, to get up the next morning with the glow of health upon their cheeks and begin their week of study and play, that fit them to become strong men men and women, to administer wisely upon the vast fortunes that will soon be theirs.?[Ladies' Home Journal. Compulsory Attendance at School.?No other country on the globe is so determined an advocate of compulsory common school educa- 1 tion as Prussia. The government there has recently promulgated a new school law which will go into force the first of October of this year. Each and every child is compelled 1 by the law to attend the public schools from the completion of his ' sixth year to the completion of his fourteenth year, and this is not for a few consecutive weeks or months, but for the whole year. By agreement between parents and school authorities, entrance and departure from the schools may take place a few months earlier or later than the legal age. Unless excused for good reasons, satisfactory to the local authorities, the absence of one day is punished by a fine of from ten pfennings (2J cents) to 1 mark (24 cents,) or by imprison- I ment of the parents from 3 to 24 I hours. In certain eases the parents ! can be compelled to work out this fine. Employers who permit children to work for them (luring school hours are fined as high as 100 marks, or are imprisoned 14 days. a THE POLITICAL KALEIDOSCOPE. AN1STERESTIKO CHAPTER OF STATE POLITICAL HATTERS. Judge Haskell's Manifesto and Sundry Comments Thereon?A Call for a Colored Convention?Meeting of the State Executive Committee?Not all Serene in the Fifth District. The appearance of Judge A. C. Haskell's letter on the political situation?published complete in Tiie Enquirer of last week?has caused a genuine sensation throughout the State and evoked much comment. The press generally, including the most influential papers that unre lennngiy opposeu me numimuiuu ui Tillman during the summer canvass, deprecate the proposition to put in the field at this day a second Democratic ticket, the prevailing sentiment being that Tillman is the nominee of the Democracy of the State as represented in the September convention, and as such nominee it is the duty of all loyal Democrats to support the Tillman ticket. Col. James A. Hoyt, ex-chairman of the State Democratic Executive committee, has expressed the following views upon Judge Haskell's letter, as telegraphed from Greenville to The Charleston News and Courier immediately after the reception of Haskell's manifesto in Greenville. "In regard to the letter of Judge Haskell, published in The News and Courier of to-day, I can only say that it does not surprise me at all, and that it is consistent with the positiou maintained by Jud^e Haskell for several months. It is needless to say that I do not agree with him, and that I think it suicidal for any portion of the Democracy to take such a position. C'apt. Tillman and his associates were nominated by the Democratic Slate convention, regularly convened under the lawfully constituted authority and representing an overwhelming majority of the Democratic party in this State. These gentlemen were not my choice for the positions occupied by them, but they were chosen by the representatives of the Democracy, and I am bound to support them at the polls, because they are the nominees of the party. "By this course I do not endorse an iota of the charges made during the recent eamnaiern bv Mr. Tillman and others, nor uphold for a moment the slanders and misrepresentations of the past six months. I am not one wnit less opposed to the methods pursued by some men to get into office and control public affairs, and will not abate my opposition to such methods within the Democratic lines. "I am going to vote for Mr. Tillman as the choice of the majority, who have a right to govern and direct the affairs of the party. That is all there is in it, according to my judgment, unless I proposed to joinanother political party; and I am fully convinced that the safety and the highest interests of our entire people are securely linked with the destiny of the Democratic party, State and National. "We cannot disrupt the party in South Carolina upon local issues and expect to continue it as a controlling and united force in Federal politics. There is too much at stake, not only as to the peace and security of our own State, but in the great contest which will be waged two years hence, when the electoral vote of South Carolina will help to decide questions of immeasurable importance compared with the futile aspirations of the Tillman campaign." ITS EFFECT IX COLUMBIA. Of public opinion in Columbia on Judge Haskell's letter, The Register of Wednesday (city article) says: "The letter of Judge A. C. Haskell to The News and Courier was the subject of general comment on the streets yesterday, and whilst our leading citizens all seemed to be averse to giving their views for publication and would not be regularly interviewed on the subject, yet The Register reporter was enabled to form from such expressions as fell from their lips in his hearing a foleroKNt nnrront nf thp lptfpr is C*lJIJ Wlivtv T IV IT V* <1V TT V..V regarded by the majority of our people. "It is held by all of them to be an important utterance on the political situation, and one which, from the character of its distinguished author, will attract universal attention. It is held 'further that it may affect in a very important degree the results of the coming general election; but j whether or not these results will 1 be happy or otherwise seems to be a matter of very grave doubt in the minds of our people. "As the Straightout clement is largely in the majority in this community, it goes without saying that in his denuciation of the methods adopted by the recent conventions where the Tillman element was in the ascendant, Judge Haskell has the sympathy and approval of that majority, and there are many other strong points in the letter which meet full endorsement. "But beyond that, many people do not seem to be disposed to go. They regard Tillman's nomination now as a settled fact which can't be unsettled, and believe that it is now the wisest policy to accept the inevitable and try to make the bast of it. On the other hand, there are those among our best and staunchest citizens wno agree with the Judge all the way through, and say that an opposition ticket to Tillman must and shall be run at all hazards. This is the situation re garding the letter as briefly as it can be expressed." The Columbia correspondent of The Greenville News telegraphs that paper: "Judge Haskell has received a number of telegrams from persons in various parts of the State endorsing his printed suggestion that an opposition ticket be run, and there is no doubt but a certain element of the 'Staightouts' will support him for governor. The strongest sentiment here seems to be against such a course. "Col. John C. Iiaskell deplores the matter, and this same view is largely expressed to-day by conservative A\1a?^a1 T-Tojl/iill will Tint. vntf> VU1U1ICI JlJi(Wivvu Mm for his brother should he run. He stated to The News correspondent that he would most certainly vote for Tillman." EDITO HI A I, COM M ENT8. Ureenville News. No sane man can doubt that the March, August and September conventions expressed and did the will of the Democratic party of this State. Resistance to that action is resistance by the minority of the party against its majority. That is rebellion, and rebellion against a party means its overthrow and destruction. There is no other logical conclusion. We cannot hope by defeating the nominees named by our fellow Democrats to convince 'them of their error. Their defeat will be the defeat of the Democratic party, and the defeat of the Democratic party in this State means its destruction. It means destruction only after a horrible struggle. The great mass of this State are a brave, stubborn, fighting people. They would not submit to be governed and controlled by a few white men and a mass of negroes without a tremendous struggle. If they could not buy or cajole the negro they would fight him and his white backers, and they would be right. If they could not control the State they would leave it. ****** * The propelling force of the prov posed revolution would be resentment, apprehension of dangers and evils to come, and protests against slanders circulated against the party management and representatives. Its actual force woulu be the huge black vote, bent on vengeance and spoils and control of the State. Its effect would be an appeal to the same black vote to which we appealed for mercy so often and so vainly before '76. Judge Haskell is mistaken when he says it is conservatism or timidity or doubt of its results that prevents the anti-Tillman men of this State from following his lead or accepting his conclusions. He appeals to the letter of the law to support himself in violating the spirit and meaning of tjie law of all parties, which is that the decision ot the majority is supreme. He violates the law and tramples it under foot because his ideas of what Democracy is and of what the party should do have been disregarded and overridden. The great body of men who were with him before the ticket was nominated will follow him no further, because they respect and intend to obey l the will of their party and accept the decision of its majority as Aval; l>ecause they take a practical common sense view of the subject and can find no dangers or evils in a Tillman success and administration to be compared with the dangers and evils sure to result from a division of the white people and their rival bidding and concessions for negro support, ending inevitably in virtual negro control of the State; because they are white people with the race instinct and race pride that is in their blood impelling them to stand to their own race through thick and thin, through error and wrong even, rather than seek alliance with a race they believe to be an inferior and know to be an alien one. Columbia Register. In the August convention of the Straigh touts, all the points Judge Haskell now makes were thoroughly discussed on the Haskell resolution to put an anti-Tillman ticket in the field, and with all these grounds before them, which the judge now states with much force and candor, the Straightouts themselves, in con- i ference assembled, declared, as we have said, with unequivocal meaningj that they were not sufficient in their judgment to justify the division of the white vote of the State. Judge Haskell but repeats himself in his present communication, when he says: "Technically, therefore, as a true Democrat I cannot vote for Mr. Tillman. Legally I should not vote for Mr. Tillman. From selfrespect I will not vote for him. Morally I cannot vote for him. Not only not vote for him, but a ticket should be run against him. Minds that are entagled by political office are warped by the importance of success." Of course we cannot understand Judge Haskell to inveigh against the Democratic fealty, the political consistency, the morality and self-respect of such Democrats as feel it their "bounden duty," as much as they may have been opposed to Mr. Tillman's nomination, to vote for him now that'he has been nominated by the only conveniich of the Democracy authorized to speak ior. the Democracy, of South Carolina/ Whatever the irregularities, however called to order?a mere matter of form, not going to the gist of the authority of the body regularly called by the regular and appointed means lor the assemoiing 01 sucn a convention, and which the united attend[ ance of the Democrats of the State recognized and accepted as regular? j whatever the irregularities or unfair [ action of the body with reference to [ the acceptance or rejection of certain | delegations, suffice it to say such has been the action of the Democracy asJ sembled as the supremest expression ! of the Democratic party of South Carolina. Before such positive action of the authoritative exponent of the Democracy individual opinion, ; however sure of its own rectitude, ! must give way. Either this or there is no party. It stands disowned, dissolved and denied, and there is none so poor as to do it honor. Now it was to this very condition of political dissolution and of angry and warring factions that both conferences of the Straightouts refused, and refused outright to consent. ******* It is too late now, whilst respecting Judge Haskell's personal motives, for The Register to go back on its expressed declaration that it would abide the action of the August conference. We must stand or fall by that action, and all we have to say now is stare decisis. If it was right to put up a separate ticket, then was the time for the Staightouts to do it. They decided otherwise, and we stand by that decision made by the best men and the most unselfish patriots who ever assembled in South Carolina in our day. The News and Courier. The Charleston News and Courier says: "Judge Haskell's letter will not affect the political situation in South Carolina," and after reviewing the main points of the letter, concludes as follows: No, Judge Haskell, "it is never fn A/\ ic ri'tyhf flnrl IUU law; IV UV VT11UV xu X I^?*v J ?..v? the right thing to do now, while protesting against the methods by which Mr. Tillman has been successful, is to make no further fight against the September nominations, to make no appeal whatever to the colored voters of the State, to stand by the only Democratic organization that we have, and, conscious of the rectitude of our motives, to watch and wait. The conditions may be, and in all probability will be, reversed two years hence. If we go to the colored voters now, we shall establish a precedent for those who do not need the negro vote in this election to go to them then. The unity and integrity of the Democratic party is essential to the preservation of white supremacy in South Carolina. "We have our own race to preserve," says Judge Haskell, "and we have another race to protect." If. we divide now, we can neither preserve our own race nor protect the other. CALL FOR A COLORED CONVENTION. Under date of September 30, prominent colored men have issued an address calling a convention of colored voters to meet in Columbia on the 15th instant. Referring to the address, the Columbia correspondent of The News and Courier says: "The convention which it is proposed to hold is that which Fred Nix and others foreshadowed at the time of the late Republican State convention. It will probably lead to the esablishmpnt, nf si now nnliticnl organization of colored voters. The expectation of a division among the negroes is as great or greater than is one among the whites. There is a growing feeling among them that party shackles should be set aside and a course adopted for the negroes in this State which will align them with the best and most liberal elements of the white race." The following is the call: After consultation with others, and under a conviction that there is great and urgent need for the intelligent and progressive negroes of the State to counsel together upon their interests, moral, intellectual, political and material, we feel justified in issuing a call for a convention to assemble in Columbia on the 15th day of October, 1890, at 12 m. It is believed a gathering of the representative men of our race?especially of the oducated young men and those who in the past have not been identified with politics?will be of great advantage. The time has arrived when the publicspirited and those capable of leading our people aright ought to take the responsibility of outlining the course which should bo pursued in our relation to the body politic, instead of depending upon those who may be ignorant, selfish or venal. The uncertain condition of political affairs in this State seems to make this an opportune time to meet and discuss our rights, grievances, needs and apprehensions, to direct our thoughts and energies to an improvement of our condition, to awaken a race pride and stimulate a needed public opinion, which will protect us from evils and dangers. We are convinced such an assemblage of moral, intelligent and disinterested negroes will not only have a good effect, but accomplish much in promoting the interest of our people, and may even lead to some organized movement of farreaching consequence. It is sincerely hoped the attendance will be general, and that every county will be represented. J. W. Morris, R. E. Wall, J. E. Hayne, E. R. Roberts, T. A. Saxon, A. J. Jamison, J. J. Durham. THE STATE EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. About half the members of the State Democratic Executive committee assembled in Columbia on the 30th ultimo to attend a meeting of the committee. Chairman Irby was ill when he arrrived and spent the day in bed. He declared that the whole purposej)f Jhe meeting was to see that a. it. Tinman was maae governor, but made light of the reports that Judge Haskell, or the other gentlemen mentioned, would accept a Republican nomination. He was able to attend the meeting of the committee, which was held at night. Among those present was Col. John C. Haskell, member of the national committee. Disposing of the schism in Sumter county, It was moved by Col. Haskell and carried that Chairman Irby compose and address a circular letter to the factions in Sumter county calling on them to bury their differences and coming together reorganize the party. It was resolved that seven members constitute a working quorum, and that the county assessment be the same as in the last campaign. Under a resolution adopted the following sub-committee was chosen to carry on the State canvass, with full power to act: J. L. M. Irby, Henry A. Meetze, Wilie Jones, John C. Haskell, and G. Duncan Bellinger. The following resolution was adopted. It was offered by Mr. Stan land and advocated by Col. Haskell: Resolved, That his Excellenay the Governor be requested that when appointees (commissioners of election) shall act or affiliate with those proposing to act independently or in opposition to the regularly oramized Democratic party, to remove said commissioners and appoint others who will act with the regular Democratic party. Chairman Irbv received and read a dispatch from 0. W. Buchanan, the Tillmanite member from Fairfield, stating that he was unable to attend for the reason that the factions in that county had agreed to a compromise and were arranging details. There is said to be a contest between Sampson Pope, Y. J. Pope and J. A. Sligh, as to which is the committeeman from Newberry coun ty. The contest was not considered. Col. John C. Haskell, by resolution given above, serves notice of war upon Judge A. C. Haskell's AntiTillraan ticket. The situation is interesting. DISSATISFACTON IN THE FIFTH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT. The Chester correspondent of The News and uourier, writes to that paper as follows: Your correspondent has just learned that the truth of the statement made to him on last Friday, by C. C. Levy, in regard to his (Levy's) nomination being unanimous( is questionable. Anize Davy, one of tne delegates from Chester, states that only one of his delegation voted for Levy. There was only one delegate from each of the counties of Union, Spartanbuig and Chesterfield, and none from York. The Rev. I. B. Smith arrived after the convention had adjourned, and stated that York would not recognize Levy's call as legal, since he had been unseated by the State convention, at Columbia, on the 18th ultimo. Isaac English, of Kershaw, attended the convention here and protested against holding the convention, as it was illegally called, claiming that the delegation from Kershaw, headed by him, the delegation from Chester, and the one delegate from Spartanburg, were the only legal delegates who attended this convention, and that the convention should have been called by one Clinton, of York, who is the chairman of the Fifth Congressional itepumican Executive committee, so recognized by the State convention. The Levy delegates were illegal, picked up from different portions of thedistrictand brought here by Levy, who virtually nominated himself. The said delegates are still roaming around town, without money to getaway, but are still in hopes this would-be congressman will come to the rescue. The Chester delegation declare they will never submit to Levy's so-called convention. A number of the negroes of this section assert that they will support the Hon. John J. Hemphill instead, and make it lively for Levy on his campaign tour. A Sermon Spoiled.?It was in Breathitt county, Kentucky. For several months an evangelist had been laboring with the mountaineers, trying to turn them from their evil ways. Every little while something would turn up and undo the labor of months. Then the people would seem to take an increased interest in matters of religion, and hope would bud again in the evangelist's breast. One Sunday the little chapel on the mountain side was crowded, and the evangelist was exhorting his hearers to leave their rifles and hunting knives at home when they went to church. In the course of half an hour he grew eloquent, and was just thinking that he was going to carry L:- n fcl Kiinlr IrrtHwl Ilia puilll, >vncn a iai uuviv mvv^vv* past the chapel and disappeared in the laurel thicket. An old hound that was sleeping in the chapel door gave a yelp and started after the uck, and the male portion of the congregation grabbed their rifles and followed without waiting for a motion to adjourn. When they had gone out of sight, the evangelist said, in despair: "O, it's no use; it's no use!" "Yes, 'tis said a one-legged man that was left behind. "I'll bet you a dollar they'll have that thar deer inside o' two hour." New York Ninety Years Ago. In the year 1800, except for a few banks and insurances offices, turnpikes, hedges, canals and land companies, neither bonds nor stocks were known. The city of New York was so small as to make extravagance difficult; the Battery was a fashionable walk, Broadway a country drive, and Wall street an up-town residence. Great accumulation of wealth had hardly began. The Patroon was still the richest man in the State. John Jacob Astor was a fur merchant, living where the Astor house afterward stood, and had not yet begun those purchases of real estate which secured his fortune. Cornelius Vanderbilt was a boy six years old, playing about is father's ferry-boat at Staten Island. New York city itself was what it had been for a hundred years past, a local market. The difference between the man who drinks and the man who does not is seen the plainest in case of a wound. It has been proved over and over again in the hospitals of Philadelphia, in the case of cuts, that there is from twenty-five to forty days' difference in the healing in favor of the cold-water patient. In eight cases out of ten, where a beerdrinker is cut or shot, he has a tussle with erysipelas or gangrene. . _ NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND. We have often heard young men complain that their early education had been neglected, and the girls and young ladies had the advantage of them in this respect. This may be true; but if looked at a little closely, they will find their own carelessness had much to do with the apparent neglect of others, and that ny close application and a will to learn, they can in a few years learn much of themselves and gradually become "well posted" men in general as well as in scientific literature, and capable of filling any position in life to which they may be called. Many vnnno' men would (*pt on better in fife, if they knew more; but they do not see that they are daily wasting opportunities which, if improved, would in a few years grve them a fairly good education. They think themselves too old to learn, and spend more time regretting their lack of knowledge than would suffice to give them the knowledge they need. It is said that the father of Prof. Sumner, of Yale college, could neither write nor read when he came to this country, a young English mechanic. Within twenty years thereafter he was known as one of the bfest read men)in Hartford, one of the most cultivated communities in the country. Instead of wasting his time in iale regrets for his deficient schooling, he learned to read, and read to a good purpose. In a similar way pnany of the best, most honored and most successful men our country, has known have begun their acquaintance with letters after reaching manhood, and there is no reason why the most illiterate mechanic in our land, if possessed of a natural ability and a sincere purpose, may not increase his enjoyment in life, his opportunities for improving his social and financial condition, and the chances of his family for the highest success in life, by an honest effort to retrieve by study the disadvantages by which early poverty or lack of educational opportunities ha? surrounded him. Take an honest, square view of your situation, young man, and then go to work and improve your mind. You will soon find out the difference. No young man should fail to heed the advice contained in the above article, and secure for himself the advantages that are sure to follow, but which so manv fail to obtain through neglect. Young man, you have in your own hands the keys that will open the doors to knowledge and future intelligence and usefulness?only apply them, and success will be certain, as approved by thousands of instances. It is more than probably true that "poor boys" afford the best material or which to make wise and useful men.?[E. B. Drake in Statesville Landmark. A SKILLFUL PENMAN. The most remarkable counterfeiter at present living has been keeping the United States secret service ip such a condition of exasperation for a long time past that no trouble or expense would be considered excessive for the accomplishment of his capture. And this although he produces on an average not more than two bogus notes in a year. The remarkable thing about these imitations is that they are executed entirely with a pen. Once in six months, almost as regularly as clock work, one of them turns up at the treasury here, to the disgust of the government detectives, whose utmost eff&ris car not discover so much as a clue to follow. A z-. ^ The strangest point about the matter is that tne work of producing the bills in this fashion, merely considered as a question of labor, remunerative or otherwise, cannot possibly pay. They are always either fifties or twenties, and to make one must require pretty constant toil for quite a naif a year. The last one, which was received only a few days ago, was a double X. Funnily enough they come each time from a different city, and the supposition is that the forger leaves town for another locality immediately upon passing one. He gets rid of the note ne has just completed, which may remain in circulation for some time before reaching a bank, and departs long before the police agents nave a "chance to arrive upon the scene. The most plausible theory seems to be that he is a monomaniac of means, who gratifies a morbid taste in this astonishing way. His imitation bills are so perfectly done that no one short of a professional expert would hesitate to take them for good money. r,om the vignettes to the signatures the work is performed with accuracy that bears scrutiny with a powerful magnifying glass. In all likelihood the reason wny tne noies are not made of larger denominations is that they would be proportionately more difficult to pass. One can imagine tnat this eccentric counterfeiter indulges in the employment simply for the gratification of his vanity. It is not improbable that he himself has been shown the frame at the treasury building in which two specimens of his handiwork are shown by polite attendants to visitors, as the most extraordinary samples of forgeries in the government collection. Anyway, he goes on turning out the bills at intervals of six months, thus occasioning periodical spasms of exasperation in the Secret Service Bureau.?[Washington Star. An Odd Spectacle.?A horse with goggles was one of the attractions of tne Clinton Square marketplace Saturday afternoon. The Manlius farmer who owned him said he discovered recently that the animal was very near-sighted, and an occulist tooic tne necessary nieusureuieuia, and, sending to >.ew York, had a pair of concave spectacles made expressly for Dobbin. When the farmer tried them the first time, the horse appeared to be startled, but recovering from his surprise manifested every symptom of pleasure. They are made so as to be firmly fastened in the headstall, and cannot be worn without that piece of the harness. "When I turn him out to pasture," said the farmer, "he feels uneasy and uncomfortable without his goggles, and last Sunday he hung around the barn and whinnied so plaintive-like that I took out the bit and put the headstall and goggles on him, and he was so glad that he rubbed my shoulder with his nose. Then he kicked up his heels and danced down to the pasture. You ought to have seen nim. I hate to let him wear specs all the time, though, for fear he will break them."?[Bridgeport Standard. Weeping Trees in the Northwest.?In the forests of Washington and British Columbia I have frequently seen trees dripping copiously during clear, bright days, when_no dew was visible elsewhere, ihe dripping was so profuse that the ground underneath was almost saturated. The phenomenon in the case was caused by the remarkable condensing power of the leaves of the fir, and it occurred only when the relative humidity was near the dew point. The dripping ceases after 10 or 11 o'clock in tne morning, but resumes at or near sunset. In Hakluyt's "Voyages" there is an account of Hawkin's second voyage to Africa and America, written by a gentleman who sailed with Hawkins, in which we are told in the island of Ferro there is a weeping tree that supplies all the men and beasts of the island with drink, there being no other available water supply. Further, he states that in Guinea he saw many weeping trees, but of a species different from that at Ferro.?[Seattle Post. There is a breed of dogs in Itus- A sia that cannot bark. jM