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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION- I .,Uetaib1
_________WINNSBI_0__S. C., AUGUST 4,1881. ETBIHD1i
Tito sun Is lying in its western chamber,
Tite stately ships are sailing on the bay,
And cloud-hands spread a coverlet of amber,
Border'd with brown, above the drowsy (lay;
The opaline skies will shine the same to-morrow,
And white sails pass gilded with amber light;
But the corning shadow of a parting sorrow
Shall dim the glory of to-morrow night.
Now, in the West, the radiance grows dinmer,
The first faint star comes, shining tremulously,
And red rays from the distant lighthouse glimmer'
Across the foam-capp'l waters of the sea;
To-morrow's dusk will bringthe trembling starlight
And wind will chase the white waves to the shore,
And fitfully again vin come the far light
Of warning lamp; but thou wilt come no more.
Ever and everywhere spectres of parting
Stretch forth their weird hands, saddening our
Ever and everywhere hot tears are starting,
Where Stands the empty chair upon tie hearth;
But Nature brightly smiles, though hearts are bro
Taking at last her children to her breast,
And kindly hides in her mute mounds all token
Of the great heart-throbs of a life's unrest.
IIE'31EGING HIS HEART.
"A clergyman hasn't any business to
be a siigle man," said Mrs. Brushby.
"Certainly not," acquiesced Miss
"But I dore say he's engaged," slyly
remarked the plump widow, with a
sidelong glance of her green eyes, which
seemed to dilate and contract, like those
of a middle-aged cat.
"No, he's not," said Miss Foxe. "At
least I heard him tell Colonel Copley
that he was entirely fancy free."
"Humphl"said Mrs. Brusliby. "Then
there's no reason why he shouldn't
marry and settle here at Exmar."
"Exmar, indeed !" said Miss Foxe,
who had accepted her own old maiden
hood as a foregone co iclusion. "There's
nobody here for him to marry-only fac
tory girls, and Colonel Copley's six
daughters, the youngest of whom is
three and twenty, to select from."
The green eyes scintillated sharply.
"Why shouldn't he marry either you
or me, Felicia Foxe ?" asked Mrs Brush
Miss Foxe gave a sort of gasp, as if
she had attempted to swallow some nor
sol too large for her..
"Why, he ain't 30 1" said sie.
"Neither am I," said Mrs. Brushby.
"No, Cornelia Brushby, there ain't no
sort of use coming thlt sort of game over
me," said Miss ioxe, fairly aroused at
last mito antagonism. "You were eight
and twenty when you married Brushby,
and he's been dead and buried these.ten
Mrs. Brusuby laughed.
"Felicia," said slhe, "you're worse
than an old family record. Don't you
see, there's people older than their years,
and people younger I I'm one of the
latter; and I don't see why I can't marry
Mr. Selwyn, if I once make up my mind
to do so."
So Mrs. Brushby took up the brown
yarn that sIe had been buying at Felicia
Foxe's thread and needle store, and went
Her niece, a tall, pale girl, with yellow
hair like braids of dead gold, a transpa
rent pale skin and sfd, hazel eyes, was
setting the table.
"How slow you are, Clara I" said Mrs.
Brushby, snappishly. "I supposed, of
course, tea. would be all ready b~y the
time I came back."
"I'm sorry for the delay), aunt," said
Clara, timidly, ''but I Wvas detained at
"There, that will do. I don't see why
you need be flinging the factory in my
face all the time. Oh, it's bad enough
to have a nie'ce obliged to drudge for
her living i thout hearing of it forty
times a day."
The deepest scarlet glow mounted in
to Clara Cone's checks.
"I could not pay my b~oard, aunt,"
said she, "if I did not earn the money
in the factory. But if the subject is
disagreeable to you I will endeavor to
It was now six months since Clara
Cone had arrived, a homeless orphan,
with all her worldly belongings p~aeked
in a shabby little traveling bag, iat Mrs.
"Aunt," she said, trying to repress
the rising sob -in heor .throat, "will you
give me a home ? I am your sister's
Mrs. Brushby had received her as
cordially as a fish might have done.
"I suppose you'll have to stay," said
Mrs. Brushby. But I didn't die anmd
leave a swarm of orphans for my sister
to take care of. Oh, yes, you can stay,
and perhaps I can find you a situation
as dressmaker's apprentice or in a shop).
Because, of course, one cannot exp~ect
me to) keep a great girl like you for no
Upon wvhich Clara bestirred herself
actively amid had been thankful to ob~tain
a plae in the~ pin factory, in the glen
belowv the village, where half a hundred
other pale-faced operatives worked for a~
scanty livelihood, and Mrs. Bruahby
chlargedl her a high price for board, and
got a servant-maid's wvork out of her
before and after hours into the bargain.
"I should like- to go church, aunt,"
Clara had ventured to say one Sunday
morning when thme muaples in the glen
wore all blazing ini their autumn colors.
"T'hat's just like you solfishness Clara
(Cone I" said Mrs. Brushiby, acidly.
"And let ine stay at hiome, for, of course,
one of us must stay at home, to aee that
we are, not robbed by tramp~s, and cook
"But couldn't I go in the evening,
"Certainly not I" aid Mrs. Brushby.
"I belong to the 'Rebecca band,' whicI
always meets in the chapel on Sunday
evenings, and Deacon Halstead calls for
me in his box wagon. If you feel sc
piously inclined, you can read your pray.
or book at home."
Andti so Clara found herself gradually
dogs)nerating into the merest household
drudge. She went nowhere and saw
"Pretty !" Mrs. Brushby would scorn.
.fully remark when a neighbor chanced
to hazard an opinion concerning her
"Nonsense ! Just exactly like a color
less colory sprout, and never a word to
say for herself I"
And if by chance Clara was invite<d to
join in any of the neighborhood festivi
ties, Mrs. Brushby made hasto to do
clino for her.
"Clara never goes out," she said.
"She has no taste for such things, poor
Until people began to believe that
Clara Cone was either a recluse or an
The pale factory girl had just taken
the teapot off the stove, upon this espe
cial evening, when Mrs. Brushby uttered
an exclamation of surprise.
"Whisk the things into the closet,
quick, Clara," said she. "Put the bread
behind' the family Bible. Don't leave
that bottle of pickles on the mantle. Mr.
Selwyn is coining."
A minute and a half later Mrs. Brush
by, in her best black silk apron, greeted
the clergyian with her sweetest smile.
"My visit is intended to your niece,
Miss Cone, as well as to yourself," said
Mr. Selwyn, after the topic of the wea
ther had been duly discussed.
"0, Clara," said Mrs. Brushby, sim
pering--"Clara wiishes to be excused.
Clara sees no company. I really regret
the dear girl's eccentricity, but-"
And she rolled her green eyes heaven
ward, with a deprecating motion of the
"She never comes to church," said Mr.
"Ah-h-h I" groaned Mrs. Brushby,
"her heart is like the nether millstone.
If you knew, dear Mr. Solwyn, how I
have striven with her I"
Mr. Selwyn looked cornered.
"I am beginning a series of sermons
to young people next Sunday evening.
Pray use your endeavors to induce this
young girl to attend."
And Mrs. Brushby promised that she
would, and the young clergyman took
"You must I" said Mrs. Brushby.
"Please, aunt, don't ask me I" said
Clara, with tears in the limpid eyes.
"What a goose you are I" said Mrs.
Brushby. "As if it made any earthly
difference! And I must have the dress
to wear to church to-morrow evening.
Mr. Selwyn is to preach the first of a
series of sermons to young people, and
I'm specially interested in 'em."
"But I never sewed on Sunday in my
"The dressmaker has disI'p''2d
mO, and I must have the dress. A few
seams more or less, what do they matter?
I'll risk your soul I And nobody need
ever knog~ Only think, Clara Cone,
what I hiave done for you."
''On, aunt, I can't I" cried Clara, in a
choked voice. It wouldn't be right."
"And whio sat you upl as a judge of
right and wrong, I'd like to know ?"
almost screamed Mrs. Brushby. "Now
take your choie ; either finish up this
dress for me, or leave the house,"
Clara was silent for a moment. Then
"'I will leave the house," she said.
"And I fully approve of your decision,"
said Mr. Selwyn's voice, as lie stepped
in from the opendloored portico, whore
his knock had been drowned by3 the
high accents of Mrs. Brushby. "Leave
the house, Miss Cone, and I will see
that a refuge is provided for you at the
home of Miss Foxe."
Mrs. Brushby stood startled'and dis
mayed. Clara Cone, pale and silent,
laid her hand on the minister's arm and
loft the room anid the house.
Honest Miss Foxe was amazed when
Clara Cone took refuge with her.
"Well," she declared. "I always
knew that Cornelia Brushiby was a
regular grindler, but I did suppose she
had somne Chiristain decency about her.
Yes, child, yoti arc welcome to my spare
room, and I sha'n't charge you any
board. I dare say you will lend a hand
now and then, when I'm busy; and your
comipany will be a deal of comfort to
But Miss Foxo didn't have that "coin
fort" long. Mr. Selwyn had become
interested in the pale, clear,-eyed factory
girl, and, before the wild roses blos
somned along the verge of the woods, the
parsonage had -a mistress, and Mr. Sel
wyn no longer came under the head of
Mrs. Brushiby's tender aspirationms
were blighted ini the bud ; but a bald
headed old bachelor bought the factory
just about that time, and Mrs. Brushby
transferred her attentions to the non~
coiner--and, with many nods and winks,
she gives the general public to under.
stand that Mr. Selwyn is her rejected
"You see," saidl Mrs. Brushby, with
her green eyes of confiding artlessness
uplifted, "I never could reconcile myself
to the trials of a minister's wife."
A umsk of gnol1 bides all deaformities
A i1ghiland Table D'Hqote.
I had been.improving my mind lately,
reading books of travel--' 'A ride in Petti
coat and Slippers," "A Trip to Manitoba,"
"A Daring Voyage Across the Atlantic,"
"Journeys in Canoes Down Foreign Ri
vers"-every description of adventure,
toil and travel. Fired with ambition, I
longed to travel. However, I am only
a little widow, fragile in appearance,
and not too courageous in reality (in
fact, my sisters laughed excessively at
the more idea of my traveling); so I
thought petticoats and slippers must be
an uncomfortable way of seeing savage
countries, and to which I really did not
feel quite equal, and I preferred a trip
to Scotland. It sounds easy, but then
it is very romantic ; and there is always
the chance of tihe coach upsetting
(which, by-the-by, one did the other
day, and several people were hurt), or
the steamer blowing up, or oneself being
blown off a precipice, to add zest and
danger to the undertaking. I traveled
alone with a maid-maids are trouble
some creatures, still it is a great thing
when one is tired to have one's dressing
gown laid out, and one's muddy boote
pulled off ; so I had to endure her. Of
course she had no soul ; she never ad
mired the sunsets, but leant back
munching apples ; she could not descry
a charm in hunting up butterflies and
killing them with chloroform--it cer
tainly always gave me a shudder to per
form this oflice; it was so terribly like
vivisection ; nor did she care a bit for
all the sweet little wild flowers I picked
as we went along, and which, indeed,
did fade dreadfully before we reached
our destination. I even caught her
throwing some exceptionally decayed
ones out of the railway carriage window,
with the exclamation, "My goodness,
what a lot of muck I" The railway
traveling was dull enough, I allow :
tribes of tourists getting in and out at
every station, and looking hot, angry or
discontented; slamming down their bas
kets and bundles of weeds and damp
ferns tied up in handkerchiefs upon our
wincing feet, or grumbling because we
did not immediately make room for a fat
papa, mamma, and daughters beside us
-why should we? they were no ac
quaintances of ours-or very tall, very
sunburnt, very ruddy young men with
alpen-stocks, which they planted firmly
in front of them at the imminent risk of
putting out our eyes. All these little
events were very ordinary, and, I must
say, disagreeable. Brusher, my maid,
thought so too, I could soo. it, then,
when we fairly reached the Highland
scenery, where fairy-like silver streams
tumbled down the sides of steep rocks
that looked as if made for the purpose;
where birch firs and mountain ashes
clung lovingly to crested hills, and deep
purple tips reached away up through a
dim curling mist into the clear blue sky,
while real burns or torrents or whatever
else is the proper name for them rum
bled and dashed along in happy showers
of milk-white spray far below us-I did
feel Lhat traveling was very nice.
Then, too, I began my first experience
on a table d'hotc. When we reached the
little country inn, half smothered in
larch and ash trees, staring right up a
beautiful valley that seemed to fade
away into a kind of regiment of dark
blue hills, each popping up to look over
the other's head; of course, I asked for
a sitting room. "Ye can have one, mom;
but there's just the cominon room and
thme coffee room, whore yc'll tak' yer
meals." I had never taken meals before,
like the servants; I had alwvays dined;
howvever, there was no help for it; and
now at last I felt I was really exploring,
really roughing it. Mine was a stuffy
little bedroom,wvith red muoreen curtains
and the chambermaid and waiter wash
ing the tea things and quarreling and
making it up just outside my door; so I
was not sorry when the bell rang, or ra
ther tolled (for it sounded just like a
church bell) for dinner. I walked dlown
the stairs with my usual dignity-no
thing gives so much effect to a small
wvoman as dignity-and p~erceived a
good-looking young lady, with clouds of
fuzzy hair and a jersey-body, just in
front of me. "'I'll follow her," I thought;
and so I did-into the servant's dining
room, where a waiter, running aifter me,
explained that I was wrong and brought
me triump~hantly into the dining hall.
The latter had an imp~osing effect, p~an
e1l(d ceiling, sides and doors of piolishied
pine, a quantity of flaring mineral oil
lamps on the table, a few artificial flow
era, andl round ab~out fifty people all
eating soup. I took my place, white my
heart sank and my appeotite faded away.
Thids was indeed "'akinmg" meals, not
dining. "'Oxtail on giblet?" a h'oarse
voice murmured at my elbow ; and he
fore I even kneow that I had answe.-ed, a
muoking bowl of soup stood in fr',nt of
me, into wvhicha I absently llunged my
electro-plated sp)oon. How I wished
nowv I had brought B3rr~sher I But then
I reflected maids must never 1he taken
out of their pr~oper sphlere; and if she
had dined with mec then, she might ex
p)eet to do so in the future at home.
Indeed, a widow is so lonely she would
gladly even dine with her maid1.
Presently, as nobody seemed to pay
any attention to me, I ventured to look
around; and I was struck by one fact
almost all the women were in mourning.
Net in complimentary or fancy black,
such as it is very chic nowv to wear, but
in real Uncompromising mourning, jet
brooches, and all that sort of thing. I
thought with dismay of my own dark
blue gown and amber tie; for my period
of weeds was over. What did it mean ?
Was it the livery of the table d'hote?
Was it considered good taste ? Or were
they really in such grief that they had
elected to travel in order to disperse
5)ne of their sorrow? I could not de
cide, so 1 looked again. Then I saw
that alost all the men were clergymen,
and the rest rough-looking people in
shooting-coats, with tanned faces. Be
side me, oi one side, an elderly gentle
man of amiable appearance, trade un
iistalkably marked upon hiiii; on the
other, a lad with aquiline nose and
retreating chin. I could not, tackle him,
for I always detest boys or iny ien
under thirty. I turned to my other
neighbor, rather uncertain, if it was the
thing to speak to one's neighbor, and
said: 'Do you think it will rain ?"-I
noticed afterwards that it was raining;
but then one cannot be expected to
think of everything-And the old gentle
man answered pleasantly that Ie thought
it would. After that we got oil capitally.
We began talking on all sorts of subjects,
even the Academy; lie had seen a great
many pictures that I had sonichow over
looked, and I felt quite at my case and
at home, and laughed just am I do when
I am happy, when a sharp " Luke, my
dear., don't you see T want the salt ?"
from the wife on the other side brought
us up short, and I had to hold my toiigue
while my neighbor soothed his better
half's irritated feelings.
At. the head of the tnble was a parson,
evidently looked ipuln as a person of
importance, for reference was made to
his opinion on all subjects, from Church
questions to trout-fishing. The man
next him was stout and jocular, and car
ried oil a running couversation with the
waiter, ill this wise-"Yes I'll take some
more beef and some of the greens-at
least;" o1 being corrected and informed
bhat they were not greens, but, French
beans, 'at least they're green, which the
greens never are. Now, then, give me
iomec strawberry jam I Who ever heard
af a Scotch meal without strawberry
jam ?" Opposite were a spruce little
couple-she with polished hair braids
siid best silk neckerchief and brooch ;
lie in spotless black, like an undertaker
out of place, even the sparse hairs on
his head black and shiny and funereal.
They conversed iuch together amiably,
imnd lie remarked that 7 o'clock was quite
it heathenish hour to dine at; 6 o'clock
was late enough in all conscience. The
meal was very plentiful and very good,
And every one (lid justice to it except
Illyself, who, after the remark about, the
lalt, felt distinctly snubbed.
The next morning, after I descended
to breakfast, I again sat next the same
family, but this time it was next the
lady. I attempted, in the intervals of
scones and buttered toast and newly
gatheredl honey, quite delicious to an
English gourmet, to hazard a slight re
inark. The lady tossed her head, and
said, "Indeed !" I felt further efforts
were hopeless ; and there was iny friend
Af last night at t. head of the table,
ot even daring to throw me a glance of
ipproval. I drew myself uip and looked
haughltily, as I can do 'whmen I like. But
the mothler could smile well enough
whenl she (chose, as she1 proved presently
when her good-looking daughter asked
for jaml. I wondered whlat would have
becen the result had I asked for jam. To
miy surprise, later ini tile day, when I
hand finiishedc my trampil amnonig the hills
with Brush er-the views were lovely,
but Brusher's lpetticoate got wet, and
1110 didl int care for the walk-the samne
ilderly lady came~l up1 to me at the sta
tion, where I was sittinlg p~artly 0on a cool)
af chickens, partly on my own portnmn
Leau, very damp anld sticky wvith ladies;
Fold said in anm unlctiouis voice, "'I think
youi said you were going to In1verniess,
would you mind taking charge of my
laughter ?" I felt flattered, pleased,
llabbiergaisted, all ini 01oniomuent. What
had happened ? Had the hlusband
IlpologizAed or the 'wife forgiven1 ? Or
did she tink, after alhl, a little widow at
ii Lube d.'hotc was entitled to some indul
gencee, Or perhjaps sh~e imagined I was a
luchess in disguise ? I never knew. But
the girl was very nice, amid I took care
of hear as far as Inv'erness, muche to
A Telescopei Story.
The San Francisco Uall tells an extraor
dninary story respectling a monster telescope
muade by Professors Lefevre and Longtour,
F'renchl scientists, and erected at San F'ran
cisco. Tihe lenses are twenty feet in dl
amelitor, ando this 18 what happened when
the astronomers and their frlnds turned the
instrument to the heavens : M. D~ufrere
was Lho first to apply his eye to the eye
piece of ti." telescope. F'or fully five minm
utes he looked on in speechless ama-lament,
then, withuoult a wordi, tuirned~ away to hide1
hIs emotion. One t'y onre the genmtleen
present testedl the telescope, exhlibiting
theIr astomiahment in various ways. Thle
planet whh h hlappened to ca it its bea-ns
ipon the great spec~ulm) was Mar , and thme
revelation Is too won derini for credit, 'The
eyepiece of tile loiwest miagnifying power
was first placed on, when the plnet, pre
scntedl a niost astonishing sight. The power
ful lens broumght, thle planet nearer than thlat
of the mioon has ever been brought, by the
miost powerful telescope. The green of the
sea was brought out In unmistakable color,
and one couild almost Imagine that he cold(
see the waves upon the surface. 'There be
rore thle eye was spread oiut a splendid p-mo-0
ramna of 1h11 andl dlae,diark patches that, must
bocovered b~y forests,greatyollowsh patch
es thlat looked like autumn fields, silvery
thiread.s that must, be rivers, and several
unmistakable volcanoes In action.
Iliod iad the Avenger.
The postllaster of Mahanoy City, Pa,
recently received a letter signed 'Michaol
Gillaspie," containing a well-writton ac
count of the murder of Matthew Dono
hoe, a young man twenty-eight years of
age, mnd of the subsequent killing of his
murderer, and it asked that the post
master deliver the letter to Donohoe's
family, who were su.ppo.ed to reside in
Mahanoy City. Mr. Patrick Donohoe,
the father of the murdered man, was one
of the oldest residenta of that place,
having lived at. Cole's patch many years
ago, afterward moving into town, and
keeping the tavern at the First Ward
poll. He had a family of several girls
and one boy. The girls went to live out
ill Philadelphia (where their father join
ed them last Christmas) and the boy
Matthew becamo of a roving wild dispo
sition, and wanderedof', about live years
ago, into the western country. The
family received occasional letters inform
ing them of his whereabouts until some
thing over a year ago when they lost all
trace of the rover, until the letter above
referred to was received and handed to
Mr. Thomas Donohoe, a relativo in this
place, who forwarded it to the family.
As near as we cn learn, the facts stated
in tile letter are as follows; Ear!y last
Winter "Matty" left Denver, Colorado,
for a point in New Mexico to engage in
the construction of a new railroad. The
only store at the place was kept by a
Spaniard, who, ill addition to less harm
ful things, kept i good stock of frontier
whiskey. To this place Donohoe and
his fellow-workman, Michael Gillaspio,
went one evening with the intention, wo
suppose, of trying the quality of the
Spaniard's fluids. Gillaspie returned
shortly to the railroad camp and went to
sleep. The next morning, not seeing
Donohoc ill the camp, lie went to the
Spaniard's to inquire after him. The
latter stated that Donohoe had left for
the camp shortly after the departure of
his companion,but while they were talk
ing one of the laborers on the railroad
came hurrying in with tile news that a
man was lying dead ill the woods a short
distance off. Gillaspie turned to the
Spaniard and said;
"You did this."
The Spaniard denied having perpe
trated the deed.
Gillespie reiterated; "You did it, and
in a few hours you will follow him."
This threat was no idle one,for a short
time after Gillaspie got together a hand -
ful of desperate characters, suchi as are
01un11101ly to be found ill the colistrue
Hon gangs of the Western railroads.
They visited the Spaniard's, drank his
whisky, engaged him ill at quarrel, and
linished up by kicking the life out of
him oil the floor of his own store, and
then gutted the establishment. It was
a complete job, andi a true specimen of
Western ven geaclle iand lawlessness.
Gillaspie ill his letter states that tile
murdered Spaniard had killed four or
live. persons in his lifetime, and wNas col
siidered a sure shot and a dangerous
Interes.tinlg to P'enion Oliins
The Commissioner, withm the applroval
of Secretary Kirkwood, has inlitiated a
ne0w practice which will greatly facilitate
tile busliness5 of his Oflice, and( to a greatI
extent obviate thle dlelays to whlich clai
manmts for penlsions have hleretofore beenl
subijected. It 1ha15beenl the plractice
heretofore ulpon the filling of an1 appli
cation for a piension for tihe commlission..
e~r to) waiit util lie had boon1 furnished
b~y the adljutant genieral and surgeon
general with the military anid hosp1ital
recordl of tile applicant before callinig on1
him to furnish aniy ev'idencee required
froml him iln his ownl blfli. T1his 11a1
greaitly retarded the set tlement of claims,
owing to the fact that thle oflicers of the
war department hlave lieeinunablIe to fur
nmishx the data required fromn them as
rap~idly as5 needed. Thus sin1ce the p)au
sage of the arrearages act inl January,
1879, about 200,000 claims have been
filed, upon01 83,000 oif which haive thle ad1-4
jultanit genieral anid surgeon genaeral b~eenl
abhle to make ai replort. Colmmissioner
JBently says that in all thlere aire now
about 130,000 claims waiting for reports
from the war departments, ando thme nmnm
her is increalsinlg at the rate of 1001 a(day.
Thle commiissionier hIas thieref ore pireplar
ed a circular, a copy of which will be
sent as soon as p~racticablJe to each alp
plicant for peionl wh'losOecase is waiting
for tile reports from the war departmnents.
In this circular the commlnissionler says
thalt tile dlelays attending tile practice of
waiting for tile reports froma the war de
partmnt inl eachl case "halve inacreased
to sulch anl oxtent that the interest~s of
bloth tile chlamnt and thle govermnent
are liale to lie seriously prlejulcedl there
1by, because tile deaths whlich occur
among tile chlaiant4 anld witnesses, to
gethler with thle lap)8' (of time, greatly
increase the oblsculrity of the facts upon01
whlich tile pens1ions5 depend, andI addl to
tile difliulties iln ascertaining thle truith.'
Among mfortals second thloughts arme
A joyful evening may follow a sorrow
--The Bank Commissioners of N aw
Hlamplshire, in theifr annual report, state
that the total deposits in 64 banks
amoun~t to $82,000,000. TheO banks
hiavn a sinwplit of $2,226,000
Tricks of Auctioneers.
A young couple who came from the
country, having a little ready money,
determined to try the experiment of
letting furnished rooms in New York.
They hired a houso within four blocks of
Madison Square, in a residenco neigh.
borhood, at a moderate rent, and stocked
it with furniture which, although not
new, was in a fair condition. They paid
$1,200 for their furniture. After a few
weeks they concluded that the experiment
would not be proiltable, as both were in
ill health, and they decided to nell their
furniture. Advertisements for purchas
era at. private sale brought none willing
to give iore than $1,000 for the furni
Lure, and the owners made l) their
Iinds to sell it by alctioln.
An auctioneer was recommended to
them, and lie went to look at the goods.
He told them that. the furniture would
bring moro than $1,000 at auction. He
was go positive that lie ol'ered to take
the goods and pay $900 cash for the-n.
When the day of sale cane the aucti-m
-er took charge of the house, with his
alerks and helpers, The owners were
both sick and unable to give their per
ional attention. Meanwhile the auction
went on. Pretty soon friends who had
uome to bid on several articles of value
fouind that they couln not catch the eyo
>f tile auctioneer. The houso was tilled
with second-hand dealers who were on
familiar terims with the "4 going-going
-gone " man, and they alone could get
Lheir bids recognized. The result. was
that things went for nominal prices. It
was in vain that the honest bidders pro
Lested that their bids had not been
"Can't help it; I didn't hear you;" or,
"You must speak louder;" or, "I (lid
[lot seo you," were the replies that the
muctioneer made ill an ofi-hand way as
ie hurried from one1 article to another.
[ was inl vain that messengers went to
he owners and told them that their pro
perty was being given away. The sale
ivas rushed through, and a thing would
iardly be put up before it was knocked
lown to some1 of the dealers who crowded
tround the auctioneer, and with know
hug iods and winks showed how they
mijoyed the legalized robbery that was
;oiug on. A parlor set worth $150 was
sold for $40. An easy chair worth $40
went for $5. Hair mattresses worth $18
iold for $4. Kitchen utonsils were
knocked down hurriedly for a few cents
before anxious bidders in the room could
get a chance to bid.
When the auctioneer settled with the
v)wners he had a long list of charges and
!onmissions, -1ills for advertising, print
.ng catalogues, help, stationary, per
!entage, auctioneers' fees, etc., which
:ook ofl a large slice of even the small
wreentage of value obtained. The result
was t.hat tile owners got about $200 for
$1,200 worth of furniture, and had tihe
tatisfaction of seeing a large part of it
or sale in a neighboring auction store
:le next day.
Ice Crean and (lue.
Iia there any pure ice-eam? Well,"
t New York confectioner said, ' I
laim to make ice-cream of pure ma
erials, but I cannot afford to soll it at
he price laid down by manufacturers,
Phey charge 81 a gallon, I chargo $1.50.
md, although I give my customers a
mre article for their money, I don't sup
i0se that T mtake nearly as much profit
mit of a gallon as the large fh'ms make
vho( sell it 50 cents cheaper."
e ason is plain enough. If you
'ad this postal card it will give you the
toy to the whole mystery:
"'Dear Sir:-We herewith gcendsam
ile; lhease give it a fair trial. Prico 50
~ents por 1pound(.
" espectfully yours,---.
"This namplle p~acket contained two
mnlcs of what was called gelatine, and
s said to make one and( a-half quarts of
:rystallinc jelly. In reality,'' the coni
etioner' iontinlued, ''it is ntothing m)oreC
or1 less thain a fair qluality of glue, which
an be bought at any drug store. The
~ost is estunlated1 at from 35 cents to 30
onts aL poundm~. It is niot evenl gelatino,
'or gelatinoe is usually sol ini shoots.
['hose two ounces are suftlicient to make
wo gallons of ice-cream. It is first
nelted inl luke-warm milk anld then
Iouired1 into the freezer-to give the cream
body. Nearly all the large maniufactu
er usne it, and~ inl proportioni to the
muolunt of glue they p)ut in, the less
~roam they require. It is quite easy to
oll when ice-cream is adulterated. It
ia a p~uffy applearanlco, somewhat like
Jha~rlotto Ruasso, and if you plunge a
poon into it you will almost feel the air
-ushiing out. After eating it a pecmulliar
einationi is felt in the throat. TIhis
irises from two causnes: First, from the
telatino, so-called; and s1 econdly, fromi
lhe adullterated flavoring thait is uised.
[For instaiice, the lenmon flavor is obtaini
'd from oil of lemons; the strawberry
.ihiich, iln turn, is maide from ether; the
Panlilla extract from alcohol, as it dloes
iot pay to make it from the beaus, wvuhi
most $10 per pound. T1hat is how 50ome
nanufactirers get their flavoring. Mince
his refhmld glue has beena introduced,
torni-starchi is uised less extensively. It
5 nOt unucommi~oni for big .dealers to put
>oine-diust in their wvhite sugar, so that
youi see there is ainother iteii of aiduilter
'"What does a quart of pmure ice-cream
'"A quart of purYCecreanm costs 20
lonts. I cani buy ceam for 15 cents,
mlt it isn't ipure. Four fresh eggs cost
4 cenits, a half-pound white standrd
mugar 5 cents, flavoriing hi cents, ice and
mnIt 3 cents. Tfotal, 39 conts. This will
givei a little over a quart, and~ I genlerally
put thoe actual cost of a quart at about 80
lents, or $1.20 per gallon, leaving a mar
gin of 30 cents profit. The fact is, n1(
wholesale mnaufactlurer can p~roduco
pure ice-cream at $1 a gallon, and there
roro they have to put giuo inte it in
rder to make a big profit on their sales,
A Fearful Half-Hour.
In the early days of the Cincinnati
Southern,before it had attained its pres
ent system, and immediately after the
road had been opened for traffic to Som
erset, occurred an event the recollection
of which even to this day serves to bring
out goose flesh on those who at the time
were cognizant of the impending disas
Within a few days after passenger
travel began the oflicers of the Southern
sent invitations for a trip over the road
to all of Cincinnati's wealthiest men and
heaviest tax-payers, and on the morning
of the excursion dozens of carriages left
the Burnet house, the place of meeting
and conveyed them across the river to
Ludlow, whero the "special," headed by
No. 1, the .crack engine, with Mat.
Coombs at the lever, was in waiting.
Miles N. Beatty, now superintendent of
the southern division, was conductor.
When all the excursionista were on
board the engineer and conductor went
into Train Dispatcher Cooledge's office,
where they read and signed the follow
ing order, and placed copies in their
"Meet and pass No. 2, north-bound
passenger train, at Williamstown."
To Williamstown for delivery to the
north-bound passenger train on arrival,
was sent the following 9rder:
"Meet and pass south-bound special
at Will iamstown."
So that the situation stood thus-cither
train reaching the place indicated first
was to go on the siding and wait there
until the one coiing from the opposite
direction had arrived and gone ahead on
the cleared track. Of the wealthy passen
ger load some wpro seated chatting,
others were standing on the platforms,
and still others on the sumniner car,when,
glancing up11 1an1d dowi his train, the con
ductor, finding everything in good order
and readines, waved his hand to the
watching engineer, and the special pulled
out, slowly at first, but as it moved on
the speed increased until it went out of
sight around the curve a-flying, and a
little later a rumbling sound told of its
crossing tho trestle, and that it was well
and fairly started on the way south. It
was understood that extra fast time was
to be made, and to of'er no obstacle the
track had been cleared of eveything save
the p)assenger train referred to.
One half hour after the start from
Ludlow, No. 2. fifteen minutes behind
time, reached Williamstown, at which
plaeo the standing rulo was imperative
that conductors should at all times stop
and inquire for orders. Stopping only
long enough to unload a passenger in the
mud, the conductor, thinking only of
making up lost time, signaled the engi
neer, and the train went on.
The horrified operator from his window
saw No, 2 flashing northward to what
seemed inevitable destruction, as the tel
ograph line between his room and Lud
low was unbroken by a single instrument.
and at that moment two trains at high
rates of speed were rapidly lessoning the
distanco between each other on the sin
gle track. He telegraphed at once to
Ludlow that "No, 2 had passed without
4topping foi orders."
All color left the face of train dispatch
er Cooledge as lie received the message
and as he communicated the dire in
telligence to Jack Redmond, master or
transportat-isn, that individual's counte
nanco assumed a similar hue. With him
to think was to act. Stepping to the
station door lie quietly beckoned several
men to hii and composedly gave in
structions to each. One-half dozen of
them weit on the double-quick in duff
erent directions for physicians. The store
keepers went into the warshouse and
gathered together sponges, baskets, ma- .
torials for splints and soft muslin for
bandages. Meanwhile other employees
had run up to the engine-house, and
starting a fire under an idle locomotive
had hitched on to a caboose and backed
dowvn in fi'ont of the station where the
car was transformed at once into a lics
pital coach. To all save Redmond and
Cooledge these p~rcparations were mys
terious. The roliof train was soon ini
readiness, but did not start. Redmond,
seatedl at thme desk and estimating the
rate of speed at which the trains were
moving, calculated about where the eol
lision would take placo. Seine of the
pasisengers would escape unhurt, and
one of them would hasten at oce on
horseback to Williamstown, the nearest
p)oint~ for medical aid. Hero the operator
would learn the exact locality of the ac
cideont and send a dispatch to Ludlow.
Possessed of this inforniation Recdmond
could send his waiting engine and ear,
with its corps of phbysicians and nurses,
to the spot at the rate of nearly a mile
a minute. - The ether and slower
planm would be to let the ''relief" start out
and cautiously find its way around the
many curves.. Hoe chose the wiser course.
The scene in the train dispateher's office
was p~ainful. Cooledgo, leaning over the
silent instrument, watched it with fever
ish eyes as if to read its secret before
transmission. On another chair was
Redmond, wvith big globes of pespiration
coining from the pores of ~I~co and
rolling dowvn unheeded .. N~ler man
spoke.0 Five1 ton, twenty, thirty minutes
that seemed like ages p~assed,when came a
sharp click. It was Williamstown call
ing Ludlow. Cooledge's hair rose upi on
end as lie gave the response. Redmond
stood up and placed a hand on the door
knob. The nuext moment Cooledge fair
ly yelled, "No collision. No. 2, has just
backed into Willianmstown." The two
men shook hands with the same vigor as
if they were twvin brothers and, hadn't
met for a thousand years.
It was then ascertained that, by the
most fortunate circumstances, the trains
had simultaneously entered from oppo
sdito ends upon the longest piece of
'straight track between the two telegraph
stations, and an instantaneous application
of brakes had brought them toa stop with
in twventy feet of each ether. No. 2,' re
cegnizing the "special's" right of way,
backed to. Willamstown, whore it went
in on the siding,and Cincinnati's million
aires and capitalists proceeded unhurt on
We love thme evil we do until we suffet
Envy shooteth at others and woundotI