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1 ?, THK LEDGER: GAFFXET, S. C., JAJTCART 13, ISOS. ('I j-<*a I MUIllf 1 Tft.’ hi I |Tl<>Ult'< PIES. Wlion I wes but a little maid Of rears net more thnn live, !e mud jjtes Urn :Hh the troca, hapi'ieit child alive. d*'d them with fondest earn, 1 shaped tl 4 ' in one hy one. Then eld -Iji/l the e-H'e.; i>relti!.T And baked them in the sun. Blnee th< n n n.uny r* i s have tlewn And still I’m mnkiin: pies. Although a did* renee 1 i v.n In i.iel leads and Md>|dles, And husband now and < iiildien nil Lf<d; with repn u< h at me If thrlrp upon the festal board Kacdi day no pies they see. Ah. me, why was my childish t lay Net nipped while in the bud! Why did 1 try my pr-mtiee hand Upon those pies of mud: For 1 have in.w im erusty grown. Yet none do realize That I’m a martyr to the cause Of pies, pies, pies. ** —Anna E. Treat in Good Jlouseke* ptng. THE WRONG NOTE. When I left tho train at Elmwood ami found that no one wan there to inert me, I was surprised. Twice I walked around the station, vainly peiriutf into the gathering darkness in search of the Torringtcn trap. I was nonplused, for I saw nothing but a rickety public hack, with a rickety horse and a rickety driv er importuning mo to become his fare. Loath to believe my eyes, I sought the station agent. “Wasn’t Mr. Torrington’s carriage here to meet this train?" I asked. The man shook his head “It was down for the !J o’clock, ” he replied. “Took a gentleman off.” This announcement served to increase my perplexity. Here I, having bnn formally asked to spend Sunday at a house and having formally accepted, was compelled to make my way thither in a public conveyance, while another had been met at the station and carried off in comfort Over this unusual condi tion of affairs I puzzled my brain on the drive out to Torrington’s. The discom fort of my position was heightened by the increasing darkness, for the rickety horse made no very good speed, and 1 realized that the dinner hour was rap idly approaching. But at bugth we rattled through the gati* and up the drive to the bouse. Maria Tcrrington greeted me on the veranda—which was so ill lighted that I could hardly see her face—yet it struck mo that there was confusion in her tone. “I’m very glad to see you," she said. £• •surprise indeed. ” “Surprise?” 1 said. “You knew 1 was coming. ” “Er—yes, ” she murmured hesitating ly. “But it’s so late we’d given you up. You must hurry for dinner. Hobson, show Mr. Bottomley his room.” Here a tall ligure loomed out of the darkness into the foreground, and before 1 could follow the servant who had tak en my bug my hand was seized, and a heavy voice said: “Hello, old man! Glad to seo you!" “Why, hello, Brcobr!" 1 exclaimed “ ( {’m glad to see yon. ” !”(Jlad to see you—glad to see you, ” 1 repeated, as I followed Hobson into the hall and up the stairs to my room. Glad to see Dick Brooks! Glad to see the man with whom I had been racing for two years for the fair prize below! When the servants had gone and I was alone, I stamped the floor vigorously and tore open my bag with such vio lence ns to send the contents scattering in every direction. This thing was getting unpleasant. I could overlook the lack of hospitality in allowing me to make my own way to the house; I could forget her evident surprise at my coming after I had been formally invited by her mother and bad as formally acceph'd* but X tOttUl net forgive her asking Dick Brooks and my self at the same time and driving him home in triumph, as It were. ► I was angry—so angry that I crum pled three ties in dressing and started down to dinner with tan shoes on, and when 1 finally entered the drawing room to find the family awaiting me 1 remembered that I had forgotten to brush my hair and was conscious that it was all standing out at the back. It seemed that, flustered and disheveled, I was making a very poor showing in comparison with the immaculate Brooks. “I am very glad to see you,’’said Mrs. Torringtcn cordially. “It’s a spe cial pleasure, as we understood you weren’t”— Maria glanced sharply at her mother, and the kindly woman stoppl'd, flushed and added: "As we were afraid you weren’t coming. The train must have been late. But come. ” I shall never forget the dinner that followed. It seemed as though there was a pall over the little company, or rath er over all but Brooks. He is a clever fellow, I admit, and seeming to realize that the rest of us were embarrass* d and hampered by some secret which could not be his he proceeded to make the best of things and to bear the brunt of the conversation. Once our host ventured to inform me how surprised he was to see me and how pleased he was that I had come after all, whereupon his daughter inter rupted and cffectnully silenced him by asking whether 1 had been playing much golf of late. Mrs. Torrington started to observe that perhaps it was on account of golf that I had been detained that afternoon, and she was in turn silenced. While Maria kept u close watch mi her parents and I surreptitiously devoted myself to pressing down my back hair and adjust ing my awry tie Brooks rattled away, apparently charmingly unconscious. But at length it was over, and Mr. Torrington cornered my clever rival over ooffou and cigars, while I slipped away, and, though it was late in Octo ber and a stiff breeze waa blowing from the seu across the bleak meadows, truc kling cheerlessly through the dying leave* of the treea, I succeed*d in Induc ing Maria to token walk on thewruuda. “Now tell me why thtto is all this surprise on tbe part of you and your family” 1 xtid, once we wore cot of bearing of the mother, the small broth er, the father and the shining rival. “I think we had cause to he surpris ed, ” she said coldly. ‘‘Cause?” I cried. "I received a note from your mother on Thursday asking me down fur Sunday. I accepted.” “You declined,” she said in a tone that brooked no contradiction, “and so I telegraph**! to Dick to come down, bee what a position you placed me in. I couldn’t let h&i know he was second fiddle.” Wo had stopped walking, and she stood facing me in the light of a win dow. Her glance was one of deep re proach. “We are always glad to have you, as you know, hut this time it is just a little embarrassing. ” “But I accepted, ” I maintained stout ly. “Your note said plainly, ‘I regret that another engagement prevents my* “Jove!” I broke into u hearty laugh. "What are you swearing about? 1 icu’t see anything particularly amus ing” How stupid I had bion from the first! “Why, Maria,” I said, “it was my fault, and until this minute it never occurred to me. I got your mother’s note cn Thursday. I had an engage ment to meet a lawyer late this after noon to try to settle a case I am con cerned in. As I couldn’t attend to the business and catch the last train out I determined to try mid postpone the mat ter. t^o I wrote two notes—one accept ing, the other declining the invitation. I took them both down town next day, and as the attorney consented to my postponing the meeting I mailed the acceptance. ” “Yon moan you got them mixed and sent the wrong one,” she said. A half smile lighted her face for an instant, to give place to a settled look of displeas ure. “And I wired to Dick Brooks.” I laughed quietly. "What are you laughing at?” she asked. “Brooks must bo puzzled over you having us down hero together.” She resented this inference as to our mutual relations by turning sharply, and, carrying herself with exaggerated crectness, she entered the house, with me following crestfallen at her heels. Brooks was puzzled—so extremely puzzled that he hardly said a word at breakfast, but was quiet and thoughtful, an unusual mood for him. I could see that he had an important piece of en gineering on hand and tried to block his schemes, but despite my subtle moves he succeeded in inducing Marin to take him out to the pond and show him the trout. For a time I chafed in tho library under Mrs. Torringtou’s verbose recital of the difficulties of securing funds for a certain deserving hospital, and at length, unable to bear tho restraint lon ger, rather abruptly excused myself to take a stroll about the placa My steps carried me in the direction of the pond, down the drive, over a stretch of lawn, through a grove, till I was halted at tbe sight of two huts pro truding over the top of a bush a few yards away. “Maria,” I heard Brooks say in a more earnest tone than I had deemed him capable of assuming, “I have wait ed now for a year for an answer. Some times my hopes have been raised—rais ed only to see you tbower kindness on that fellow”— I whistled to the collie that Lad been bounding along near by, and when Ma ria Torrington and her companion step ped hurriedly into view I cried,” Hello!” Brooks looked foolish and replied, “Hello!” Then he began stirring tho dead leaves with his stick. For a moment nil qj uj must have looked foolish* for oi Maria, her face crimson, stared blankly at a distant tree top I leaned over and fell to patting tho shaggy dog. The sileuce was broken by the girl. She had completely recovered her com posure and, fixing her eyes on me, said, “Harry, as you have doubtless heard, Dick—Mr. Brooks—has just asked mo to marry him. ” “Asked for tbe thousandth time," muttered Brooks. His clean shaved face Mas turning red from tho tip of hisebin to where the hair divided. A man sel dom objects to having it known that be is attentive to a woman, but to have her bluzcu it forth to all tho world, and to his worst rival in particular, and in his pres* non, is net so agr* table if ho occupies tho position cf one rejected. I could not hide a smile ut his embarrass- incut, but my amusement was of short life. “And you have also asked me,” Ma ria Torrington went on with a coolness that would havu astounded me bad 1 not known her. I hud seen lier sail a cathoat across tho bay in the teeth of a gale, one small hand firmly graepiug tho tiller, tbe tug ging sheet making grent welts in tbe other, her body leaning so fur out to windward that tho spray dashed over her repeatedly, and even then she bad laughed and given mo directions where to sit to txUance tho bout Lest I had followed her in mail gallops about tbe country. I bud seen her coast recklessly on her bicycle down steep hills when 1 doomed it wise to nee a bruka So I was not surprised at this caprice and bowed. "Yes," I said stupidly; ’’asked you frequently. ” “I like you both very much,” she said, fixing her eyes on Brook* who was still fumbling hisastick among the leaves. It hardly seemed fair that she should look so kindly cn my rival, so 1 called her eyes buck to mo by asking, “Oun’t ran cbooeo between us^’ “No,” she replied, after a moment of thoughtful silence, “I’ve tried very hard to, but 1 can’t A plan of choosing M as suggested to mo by your unexpected oumiug. ” "We uk both lo go uwuy and stay away?” growled Brooks. “One may omne back." ”1?” Brooks started cagrcly toward her. She raised her band in warning. “I don’t knew which,” the aid. “There is an old saying about mar riage being a lottery. I propose to in crease tho chances. If you two consent, I shall carry out at once tho scheme that I have got up after long and care ful thinking. ” “Are we to toss a penny?” I asked. “No. This afternoon I shall write tM’o notes, one an acceptance, tho other a refusal. They will he put in plain en velopes, mixed up, directed and mail ed. The one of you who receives tho re fusal shall”— “Commit suicide. ” Brooks’ gloomy countenance gave credence to a suspicion that in event of his riMWJjving tho wrong note ho would resort to self destruction. Tbe girl, howMjr, SMwlily crushed all hopes of snch'^SfapGflbm suffering. ‘"You shall not,” she cried. “IT you do, I shall never speak to either of you again. ” “Rather life, then,” said L Brooks, bowed his assout to my ob servation. There was a long silence, and then Maria looked from one to the other of us uud said earnestly, “You’ll agree to my plan, won’t you?” “There is nothing else that we can do, ” said I. "Nothing," repeated Brocks. “In fact, tho scheme rather appealed to me, for of late things had not been going so smoothly as I could have desired. 2t had seemed at times us though Brooks was drawing away from mo in the race. Now a chance had been offered. Once for all tho question would be settled Thru my luck was usually good. The plau was not so agreeable to my rival. Doubtless he felt that ho had the advan tage of mo and in entering into such a game was gambling to obtain what was already almost his own. Ho had no oth er course but to ass* nt, though, and ho did it with rather bad graca “It seems hard, ” he said to Maria, "but you will it, and I obey.” “It is agreed then?” said sha Brooks and I bowed. The three of us walked back to the house in silcnca I was ap early next morning at my rooms in town. I had calculated every thing to a nicety. The postman would reach tho house at 8:10 o’clock. The train for Ehndale left ut 9 o’clock. Pro vided tho contents of tho note that I ex pected were satisfactory I would just have time to breakfast and reach tbe ferry. Should tho note prove to bo wrong I certainly would not need any breakfast uud much loss to catch a train. 1 bad been awake a* dawn. Excite ment had driven sleep from my eyes, and the dragging hours gave mo more thnn ample opportunity to figure out my chances. I revolved over and over again in ray mind tho history of my ac quaintance with Maria Torrington. I reviewed my om-ii life and pickeel out incidents in it in which luck had play ed a part, and I found such a balance in my favor that I was almost convinced that it was useless for mo to worry over the outcome of tbe game of chauoe I was playing. Having brought myself to a state of comparative confidence, I began to pack a couple of bogs full of clothe* for 1 bad made up my mind to make a long stay at tbe Torrington boose while I was about it As I staffed my golf things into a portmanteau I pictured Maria and myself plodding over tbe links to gether. As I folded up my riding clothes I thought of the gallops m’g were to have, and I broke into snug, and as I sang I forgot all about the note that was then on its way to me and worked away as cheerily as though it were but the mat ter of an hour till I was speeding to her. But a loud knock at the door called me back to realities, and M'beu tbe hall- boy held toward me a square envelope addressed in a small, angular hand I realized that perhaps after all my joy bud been premature—decidedly prema ture. The note Mes brief, so brief that in an instant I comprehended its con tents. sank into a chair and. tossing tbe paper from me, repeated tho fatal words: Mh*B Torrington regrets that owing to an other engagement she cannot accept Mr. blunt’n kind invitation to become bis wife. Why hod I ever consented to risk all on a mere throu* of dice? Why had I tried to win by a gamble what other men worked, waited and suffered for years to obtain? It would not have been so bad had Hnrkiuson, who bud boon out of tbe game a year, won her. Bat that snob Brooks! He Mxrold never have an opportunity to gloat over me. I would go abroad I would exile myself rather 'than witness one minute of his triumph. 1 would take the very next steamer— No! After all il would but odd to the satisfaction of my rival to have me eat ing my heart out in some foreign city. Fur better to stay right here in New York, to work ami become famous, to bring hone to tbe girl a full sense of wbutshe had lost by her foolish lottery. But why should I waste my life in dull office drudgery? Why should I, with a solid income inherited from industrious forefathers, throw away the good things of this life for an- empty bauble for the sake of u petty revenge on a silly woman? Silly woman? A bold woman who bad repaid my homage by gaming with me. Would a true hearted girl, a girl worth having, have played with a man’s love as she had done? She wan a flirt— an infernal flirt I How lucky was 1 in getting the m rung' note I How fortunate I 1 sprang from my choir and danced around the room, singing a snatch of a sung. A bs-t half packed (dr the Jour ney, caught my eye, and in a frenzy of Joy I kickid it and sent the ooutuuts flying over the floor. A knock at the door toterrupted tbe celebration of my good fortune.* U was the huirtoy with a telegram. I opened tbe dispatch and wadi Drsadful niixtukc. I^ucni nut tuned. Boot T«i wrens auta- Ooroe. Maria. —New York Sun. Explosive fteasbell*. Walking along tho beach on Mobile bay a young woman, u relative of tho writer, picked up a handful of little shells, left by the tide, and among them several shells of u small inurino “snail,” tbe largest of which M-as probably a half inch in diameter and the smallest gome three-eighths of an inch. She dropped them into her pocket and for got all about them until several days afterward, when an unpleasant odor in her Murdrobe attracted her attention to them. On taking them out of the pock* t some fell on the floor, and in recover ing them she placed her foot on one. The act was fftlloMed by an explosion, quite sharp and loud enough to be heard all over tho floor on which her room is. Astonished, she concluded to try an other, and tho same result followed. The shells were then brought to the writer, who on examination found the mouth of each firmly closed by a mem- bruno of greater or less thickness, form ed by tho drying of the animal slime. This bad probably occurred soon after removal from the moisture of tboiteach, and tho little inhabitant of the shell dying, the gases of decomposition hud quite filled its internal space. On ex erting a little pressure by squeezing the shell between two blocks of wood quite a loud explosion was produced, tho frag ments of tbe shell being thrown several feet. Subsequently on trying tbe exper iment out of a dozen shells only two failed to explode. The conditions most favorable to success in making the ex periment seem to to removal from the beach in very hot, dry weather, which causes the slime to be exuded iu griatt r quantity than usual and dries it up rap idly as it exudes.—National Druggist. The Knc-rottcliuienta of the North Sea. Tho North sea continually encroaches upon the beaches and cliffs on botii its cast and west shores. Nearly tbe entire coast of tbe counties of Norfolk and Suffolk, England, is melting aM’uy be fore tbe waves in great* r or less rapid ity. The sea slowly but surely removes tbe bluffs, which slip and slide, carry ing with them villages and towns that in tho olden time were among the more important of the kingdom. At Cromer, for instance, the waves break over heaps of debris vrliicb once was the brick wall of a lighthouse. The Cromer of old Roman times cannot be locat* d. It is said to be two miles out at sea. In Suf folk the little old world village of Duu- wich is ouly the remains of a once flour ishing town. King Sigebertof East An gles bad here tho seat of his govern ment. In the Norman conquest it be gan to feel tbe encroachments of the sea. Even during tbe reign of Henry II it had a great reputation and was v*ry rich, with fortifications of sufficient strength to defy tho invading troops of Henry’s sen. In tho days cf Edward 1 it maintain ed 11 ships of war. Then the sea went U.» work in earnest. It first blocked up tho port with sands—about 1J28—and m a comparatively short time swept away more than 400 houses, then a church went, then a monastery, then at last tho jail. In the time of Elizabeth four out of six churche s bud been drown ed iu the sea. In 1891 the population bad shrunk to 218, and those live iu terror in a straggling little village in an inland valley, whither they have fled from the all conquering and ad vancing sea.—Engineering Magazine. Marred Cat. That stately building Sion House, wbieb shows so impressively over a dull reach cf tho Thames above Brentford, with the lion of tho Percys stretching i himself on the topmost gable, came to ; tbe Percy family, os everybody knows, when Henry VIII “dissolved” the mon asteries and swallowed the greater part of tbe mixture. There was some good sediment left, however—even bet ter than the “scum” at Camacho’s wedding—to bo distributed among the king’s faithful servants, uud old Sion nunnery, with its pastures uud gardens, was given to tho Earl of Northumber land, to serve him as a kind of summer bouse. The sisters who had formerly dwelt there emigrated on masse and, still keeping together us a religious so ciety, eventually fouuded a new Sion— not so stately as tbe old—in the city of Lisbon. Early hi the present century the reigning Duke of Northumberland, be ing on his travels, looked iu upon tbe bumble sisterhood and was cordially re ceived by tbe mother superior, who showed him certain historic relics, among which were the keys of tho old house on tho Thames, which keys the sisters hud taken with them cm their flight “And, ” said the worthy prioress, “we still cherish the hope cf one day returning to our former hemic ” "But, mudum,” exclaimed tbe duke, a little bit alarmed at tbe notion, “since you left we have changed all the locks!”— Household Words. One Minute Cough Cure cures quickly. That’s what you want! Cherokee Drug Company. Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg. Bloody on Sunday* Labo» “There are cue or two principles which apply directly to tbe frequent difficulties which meet the Christian young man,” writes Dwight L, Moody of “A Young Man’s Religious Life” iu The Ladies’ Home Journal. “In Sunday labor there is a certain amount of work that must bo done on Sunday, both for the needs and health of a community. But in necessary work it should be dis patched as quickly as possible, and not be used as an excuse fur unnecessary work. * "When the Lord ordained a day of met, it was for man's best interests phys ically, mentally and spiritually, and any man who luirtevs the day of rest to gratify the selfish interests of another is always the loser. Man needs for tbe welfare of his soul as well as his body ut least one day iu seven to devote to its specilil needs. I know from personal ex perience that no man can work seven days iu tbe week, not own in religious work, and do tbe best work be is capa ble of, either for God or man. And I have no right to take from my neighbor wfat 1 prise myself.” GRANT LOVED HORSES THE SOLDIER PRESIDENT WAS AN EN THUSIAST ON THIS POINT. Could EJde imd Jlrlrc T .Vrll I'niai f.i* Timo He Was a .Stuuil Hoy—A Urusli With Mr. Floyd Which Wa* Ac companied by Two Kurpr!»«•». One of General Grant’s marked char- | acteristics was his love cf a horse. Mr. i George P. Floyd, who was familiar | with this side of tho general’s charao- I ter, has written an article on tho sub- ' jeet in Tbe American Cultivator. He declares that Grant lo^t all his reticence i and coldness c? maurw iu tho presence ; ot a good hors**—the hinges cf his i tonguo were loosened, A' he became i eloquent, and even gesticulated, almost like a Frenchman. Tho lato Colonel Peyton, who has written a book cf rem iniscences, tells iu that volume th<* of his first meeting with Grant. It was in 1888, when Peyton as a j boy was working in a store ut Flat Rook, Ky., and Ulysses Grant, then 18 years old, lived at Georgetown, O., not many miles distant Ulysses, who, according to Peyton, was then “awkward, ungainly, deter mined, industrious and very poorly dress ed,” drove over to Flat Rock on an er rand. He had to stay all night and slept at the store with young Peyton. It was very cold, and the boys “kept close to the lee of the counter. ” In tho morning Grant asked Peyton if he could help him. Peyton said, “Yes,’’and Grant helped sweep out the store, take down the shutters and put the stock in place. After breakfast young Grunt drove off, bat his horse was a vicious oue, and be had not gone far before it rau away and brought up in a teuce corner. For tunately no damage was done. Grant jumped out, seized tbe trembling horse by the bit and tied his handkerchief over its eyes. Then he drove the horse blind folded all the way to Gorgetown. But at 1G Grant was an old horseman. He began bis driving at ?, when, Mr. 1 Floyd says, bo hitched an unbroken colt : to a sled in tho absence of bis father | and hauled brush all day. At 10 years of age he drove a spirited pair of horses alone from Georgetown to Cincinnati. ! 40 mile* i Tho familiar story, told of so many famous people, of blundermg bargain- , ing, is told also—aud very likely with truth—of Grant as a boy. Ulysses’ fa- | ther, it is said, had offered a neighbor $20 for a colt, but the neighbor wanted $25. Finally Grant sent his boy for the colt, with instructions to get him for i less if possible, but if necessary to pay I the §25. When he arrived at the neigh bor’s, Ulysses M'as asked how much his | father had told him to pay for the colt “Father said,” replied Ulysses, "for ! me to offer you $20, and if that did not j get the colt to offer you $22.50, aud if j that did not fetch him to give you $25. ’’ j It is not necessary to say bow much he paid for the colt. At West Point Grant was the best horseman among the cadet* He rode a horse named York, knoM-n to be the most ungovernable animal at the acad emy. With this horse Grant made a leap over five Lars, tbe topmost about six feet from the grouud. He was also an adept iu ebaugiug tbe gait of a horse from a trot to a pace uud back ugaii>— then a rare accomplishment. Then, as always, Grant M'as peculiar ly successful in breaking intractable horses through the exercise of his quiet and gentle disposition, coupled with a remarkable degree of firmness. Such a rider would naturally have preferred to go into tbe cavalry on bis graduation from West Point, but bis scholarship was low*, and, as is common ly the case with such cadets, he was as signed to tbe infantry. General Grant’s biographers would find it impossible to deny, if they wish ed to do so, that be was, in bis later years, fond of fast trotting, but be can not be accused of encouraging any rac ing of a demoralizing character nor of any “speeding” which involved the slightest cruelty. He liked to drrve. even during his presidency, in his mo ments of relaxation, a team of horses that could "go.” Mr. Floyd tells an amusing story in this connection. On the road from Long Branch to Eatontown, N. J., iu June, 1869, Mr Floyd was driving an old stager named Sorrel Dun, who could go his mile in 2:28. While be was jogging along a team of chestnuts hitched to a light road wagon and driven by u sedate look ing mau came up aud attempted to go by. Sorrel Dun was uiiM’illiug to be passed, and Mr. Floyd allowed him to ga Nevertheless tbe chestnuts went past After the two drivers bad slowed up and were walking along tbe road Mr. Floyd looked at the chestents a great deal more closely than he did at the driver. “That’s agoal team you have there, ” Floyd said. “They look like the Gold- dust bvr>ed.” “So they ore, and I think they go very well, ” said the mau. “They be long to Mr. Lew Pettee of New York, and he lent them to me for a drive. u “You handle a double team to perfec tion,” Mr. Floyd went on. "You must have had a gaud deal of experience, ” “I have driven a good deal when not engaged in the army.” “Ob, then you were a soldier? Which ride were you on?” “On the winning side, ” “May I ask your mime?" “My name is Grant" Mr. Floyd looked at him in arionlgb* merit. “What! Notour preBidunt?” “Yes.” General Grant laughed heartily, and the two men drove uu, still talking about borsea. •— ■ i j. . » " 4 > ■■■ ■ ■ uAn iiclilntr Imi’li. a <1 MirilMreil tllgpittlon, •'hiinjr** in he ur>ii)> lu-aiiMi-lici*. tiervoun wi-nknciii*, Mil point to It right's IMwxce. TnUr H'ep* to iMMc the i r lulile lii’for* 1 the illiM’iioe ' iiPvelopN its iluiiirrroin, stlure. I'hicki.v Asm liiTTRiis Is a reMsIii ren ely. It lietil* mill *1 ri'iiirthens the Ulilneys, rerulutes the liver, Httineiittes i|i< at Miiui'h uiitl lUtrestlon. eleuu- sea tin bowels. It litis lieon use*! In ninny reveie utiil olistltliite cise* •,rlth the mnst gnttliyliur success. 8uhl by Cherokee l>rujr t'o. WASHINGTON’S KINDLY WAY. First Meeting of General Greene's I>*tigh ter and the Great I'realdent. Martha Littlefield Phillips, who wa» the granddaughter of General Nathanael Greene’s youngest daughter, contributes to The Century “Recollections of Wash ington and His Friends,” taken down from the lips of her grandmother. Sho quotes the follcr.viug account of her grandmother's first meeting with Wash ington: “Thu second great event of my early life,” said she, “wasmy first interview with General Washington. But a faint suggestion now survives of the love and reverence for Wash in Am which inspir ed the children of the Evolution. These sentiments M ere exceptionally strong in my brothers and sisters aud myself be cause iu addition to the sentiment of patriotism was the personal regard we held for Washington as onr father’s in timate friend aud immediate command- er. “My mother hail deeply imbued me with tbe honor in store and had drilled my behavior to meet all the probable requirements of the occasion. I was, for example, to rise from my seat for pres entation to General Washington and after tendering him my profoundest courtesy staud at ease aud modestly an swer all his possible questions, but at tbe same time keep religiously in tbe background, u’here all good little girls of that day were socially referred. "The eventful clay came, aud I was taken by my mother to Mount Vernon to make tho longed for visit We were graciously welcomed by Mrs. Washing ton, but my heart was so thick with fluttering aud my tongue so tied that I made but a stuttering semblance of re sponse to her kindly question* At length the door opened and General Washington entered tho room. I felt my mother’s critical eyes aud advanced with the intention of making a courtesy and declaiming the little address pre viously taught me, instead of which E dropped on my knees at Washington’s feet and burst into tear* All tbe re sources of dramatic art could hardly have devised a more effective coup. “Washington stooped aud tenderly raised me, saying with a smile, ‘Why, what is the matter with this foolish child?* The M’ords do not have a teuder sound, but language may not couvey the gentleuess of his muuuer and the winning softness of his voice as be wiped away my tears with his owu handkerchief, kissed my forehead and led me to a seat as ho might a young princes* He sat beside me, and with laughiug jest* brought down to tbe plane of my appreciation, banished my sins from my eyes, rescued me from humiliation aud brought mo back to composure. He guarded me from my mother’s outraged eyes, kept me with him while in tbe drawing room, had me placed beside him at tbe dinner ta- .bie, and with his own hands heaped all tbe good things on my plate. After din ner he took me to M’alk in tho garden, and with an intelligent stooping to my intellectual stature aud a sympathetic understanding of my emotional state and need lie drew me into talks on the themes of my daily life and won me in to revelations of my hopes and fear* It has always impressed me as a quaint and pretty picture, that of tho famous warrior, statesman and patriot turning from great affairs and lending himself to the task of making the happiness and charming the confidence of a shy and frightened child. And so proud aud happy was tho little girl thus mode that 75 years afterward she lived, with tears of joy in her eyes, to tell the story to her granddaughter. M “How about Mr* Washington, grand mother? How did she impress yon?” I asked. “The fact is,” she replied, “I was so absorbed on that occasion with General Washington 1 paid very little attention to bis wife. She took small note of chil dren, and the ouly recollection that comes to me of her in that first inter view is that she was handsome, of dig nified carriage and was dressed in a rich figured silk, with an embroidered apron around her waist and a dainty kerchief folded about her neck and shoulder* ” A Thrifty 8oul. “What are you laughiug at?” asked one prominent business man cf another as they sat down to their midday lunch in a popular restaurant. “Can’t help it The thing happened a year ago, aud yet it seems fnnnier now than it did then. You know my wife—best woman on earth—never baa an unkind thought But she comes of * thrifty family—Monderfully thrifty. “For half a dozen years she had been giving me a box of cigars for ChriAxna* No, no, it’s not tbe old joke at alL They were a superb brand, the kind I keep at homo for my favorite guest* I always appreciated her kindness, and then it seemed like a saving, for I muse have my cigars, you know. “One day in tbe fall 1 was foraging all through tbe house for a notebook I had lost. In the bottom of on old trunk I came upon a box partially filled with my kind of cigar* There was the fancy oriental label, and the box looked as pcrft*3t as though it hod just come from the factory. 1 wondered for a few sec onds, and then 1 thought that I under stood. I paid an occasional visit to tho old trunk. Gradually the number of ci gars increased till tbe box was full, and one day jnst before Christmas I found it nicely tacked tight and a card with ‘Merry Christmas' attached by a bio© ribbon. “I opened the box, took out half of the cigars, put cotton batting under what were left, clewed tbe box and pat it in place again. Christmas morning it was on the table for mo. I was profuse in my thanks and then discovered the fraud. 1 was going right to the cigar dealer to raise a row. It was a sham© and an outrage thus to impose upon a woman. Then sha had to acknoerledg© that she had been drawing cn my regu lar supply and filling the box. But it wo* ouly bar thrift “—Detroit Ft** Btcss