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THE LIGHT OP LOVE !
By T. Y. McFarland ?
(Copyright, IWB, l>y Dully Story Publishing f’o.) ^
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The county courtroom of St. Anne's
was crowded to the door. It was an
assemblage unprecedented even in that
country where a trial for murder al
ways exercised an irresistible fascina
tion, and where the allurements of old
time florid oratory conferred upon the
courthouse something of the status of
a theater.
Never before within the memory of
those present had a white woman cow
ered under the menace of a possible
capital sentence. Indeed there lurked
some trifling doubt as to the propriety
of the circumstance now. It was not
that her guilt was questioned in the ,
popular judgment she was condemned
beyond all peradventure—but with its
innate, fantastic chivalry St. Anne's
was disposed to he compassionate, and
to meet alien logic with the sentiment
al reminder that “she Is a woman.''
The crime itself was as old as his
tory- the tragedy familiar to every
stage of life. In this instance its dra
matis personae were of the lowest type
—gross, ignorant and debased. Jenny
Haskell was the wayward wife—her
husband Jim was the victim; and the
third figure was a handsome oyster
man known along the tide water dis
tricts as "Bill" Thome, it had been a
murder startling in its primitive bru
tality and had acquired full page prom
inence In sensational Sunday papers.
The husband's brains had been shot
out one night while he lay asleep by
his wife's side.
There had been no doubt as to the
Identity of the murderer. The circum
stantial evidence was crushing, and. Id
addition, the widow herself had fran
tically denounced Thome as her hus
band's slayer. His trial had been re
moved to the state metropolis, and af
ter hi.s sentence he had been taken to
its Jail to await the day set for his ex
ecution. The reason for this was pure
ly prudential. St. Anne's was pitifully
poor, and there was a growing dispo
sition to regard the expenses of the
court as excessive. The neighboring
county of Marlborough had averted
the cost of a similar trial by a quietly
ordered lynching, and had boasted of
tts thrift, and there had been some
warrant in the fear that the example
might prove contagious.
This had boon three months before,
and the excitement had begun to sub
side when a new sensation was created
by the arrest of Haskell’s relict as an
accessory to the murder, at the Instance
of Willis Howard, the state's atorney.
Mr. Howard was a man of praiseworhy
political ambition, and had achieved
no little notoriety by reason of the
conviction of Thome. He labored un
der the dual misfortune, however, of
not having been born in the county
and of having inspired the natives
with an ungenerous disposition to as
sociate his zealous activity with the
approaching nomination for Congress.
It was the third day of the Haskell
trial, and the interest was intense. An
indefinite rumor was abroad that the
state's attorney had a trump card to
play, and a thrill of excitement swept
through the crowd as he arose to ad
dress the court
He proposed, hp declared, to produce
a witness who would testify to the un
questioned guilt of the prisoner—to
her identification with “the foulest
deed recorded in the criminal annals
of St. Anne’s." Then, as he turned to
where the woman—white, panic-strick
en and abject crouched beside her
counsel, the whistle of an approaching
locomotive sounded shrilly from across
the river. The only train scheduled
for the day would not arrive until
night, and the coming of a special was
an event unparalleled. It was like an
“effect” in melodrama, and the throng
waited breathlessly.
' (n the intense stillness every sound
without was audible—the rumbling of
the train; the stoppage at the station;
und the ring of footsteps on the flags
that led from the road to the court
house. An instant later there was an
agitation about the entrance and
Thome, the convicted murderer, guard
ed by the officials of the city jail,
crossed the threshold. The woman ut
tered a half-suppressed shriek, and the
state's attorney smiled blandly. “This
“Jenny Haskell was the wayward
wife.”
ia my witness, your honor,” he ex
plained, and then sonorously, ‘ Call
William Thome.”
The tension was acute as the man
took the stand. It was evident in the
agitation of the kindly, patriarchal
judge, in the feverish alertness of the
reporters; in the hungry interest of the
country-folk; and even in the unblink
ing gaze of the negroes who hung over
the rail at the rear in stolid beatitude.
The prisoner was livid and stared ap
pealingly at the witness.
“Judge,” began the latter slowly.
“I've been doing a heap of thinking
over this business since I’ve been
sentenced. It’s laid heart on my
mind, and when I found it could be
fixed up so l could come and tell, I waa
glad. There was one reason in par
ticular why I was so glad.” His eyes
rested upon the prisoner an instant as
he spoke. 1 iis look was steady, and
his voice, while low. was perfectly dis
tinct. “She’s told what she knew, and
she’s brought me where 1 n;n.'' he con
tinued. "She’s done her duty, and I’m '
ready to do mine. A man’s got a duty
even if he stands within the shadow
of the gallows.” The woman’s counsel
glanced up quickly here—the phrase
was distinctly suggestive of Howard s
rumbling periods.
“And I’m going to tell all I know,"
went on Thome, “and it’s this.” He
paused an instant, and there was a
slight smile upon his face as he met
the gaze of the prosecutor. "Nobody’s
' A man’s got a duty even if lie stands
withiu the shadow of the gallows,'*
he said.
guilty for the murder of Jim Haskell
but me. and she she's as innocent—as
Mr. Howard himself.”
The crowd was fairly stunned by this
unexpected declaration. That anything
less than an incriminating disclosure !
was to follow had been undreamed of. !
All eyes instinctively sought the state’s
attorney. That officer was on his feet
wild with discomfiture and rage.
"Do you mean to say,” he had furi
ously begun, when his words were lost j
as the voice of Thome rang through |
the hall like a trumpet.
“It isn’t what you expected, is it Mr. [
Lawyer Howard? You thought because !
she told the truth about me you'd get j
me here to maybe swear her life away. |
And you thought your bribes would !
make me do it. Why. Judge, this man j
offered me my life to go hack on her.
He told me he could handle the gov
ernor like a child and that he'd make
him sign a pardon if I’d say she put
me up to it. As if twenty lives and
pardons could ever make me do that."
Then he turned toward the jail of
ficials. “1 am done," he said, "we
might as well go back."
The assemblage was quiet for a mo
ment. and then someone with a finer
appreciation of dramatic effect than
decorum proposed three cheers and the
hali rang with instant clamor. It was
an uproar too vast for the efforts of
the court officials to suppress. It wh?
the glorification of what was regarded
as undoubted perjury and of a convict
ed murderer—but of one who had be
come a hero because, despite all bribes,
he had shielded and screened the
woman who had betrayed him.
She did not even give him a glance
as he was led out. Her whole soul
was concentrated in the expression of
smiling insolence with which she fa
vored the outraged prosecutor. It was
a smile that later became a badge of
triumph as the twelve good men and
true delivered the verdict of acquittal
that enabled her to leave the court
room—an Innocent Proclaimed. It
should be added, however, that there
was a disposition to enlarge upon the
theme of ingratitude among the groups
that delayed to gossip in the court
house yard, and that in the evening
the gentlemen of the jury called upon
the vindicated widow and suggested
the advisability of her prompt depart
ure from St. Anne’s.
And two weeks later the county seat
again became a Mecca. It was the
day set for expiation, and the natives
had begun to jog into town hours be
fore sunrise. There was something
more than merely morbid curiosity in
the throng that clustered about the lit
tle jail yard, and swarmed over the
hillside at its rear, and the belief that
Thome in this last scene would prove
worthy of the prestige he had earned
was fully realized. It waj a crowd
that lingered thoughtfully long after
justice had been done and that nodded
approvingly at an observation of the
sheriffs.
“Gentlemen.” said that officer, “I do
not propose to deduce any morals on
this sad occasion, but what I do intend
—is to be present at the burial."
IJttle Ciir!'» Slirrvrd Keaftoning.
Referring to the growing habit of
cigarette smoking among certain fash
ionables of both sexes the ixjndon
Chronicle tells of a little English
school girl w ho was parsing a sentence
aloud and stopped at the noun “smok
ing." “Singular number.” suggested
the patient teacher. “Singular num
ber,” droned the pupil, obediently.
‘ common gender-” "Not common,
dear,” corrected the lady, and waited
expectantly. “But it can't be mascu
line. anyhow.” cried the child of the
period, " ’cause, you see, mummy
3moUes as much as daddy!”
An empty purse Is trie insurance pol
| icy of bachelorhood.
ACCIDENTS IN SHOOTING.
Only Wondnr I* thmt M«r» of Th#m
Do Not Occar.
It Is a matter of wonder that far
more accidents do not occur out shoot
ing. It lias liccn calculated that In the
British Isles some 300.000 persons (of
whom 250,000 take out either "game"
or “shooting" licenses) shoot mure or
less in the course of the year; and It
has been estimated that no less than
50.0U0.000 to 00,000.000 of cartridges are
annually fired. Yet the accidents are
few anil far between. We have all had
escapes: others, perhaps, may have
had escapes from us. I have myself
seen one fatal accident. I was near by
when another one occurred—the two
within four days of one another. But
the actual accidents, great or small,
that have come wijthin one’s own ob
servation or knowledge are, 1 think,
extraordinarily and providentially few',
says a writer in the Fortnightly Re
view.
And yet w>e have, on the one hand,
our dangerous and our careless shots
among us, and, on the other, we have
the loitering heater and the ignorant
“stop,” who so often manage to occur
in the unexpected spot. "He shot
round me," was the graphic descrip
tion given me of a reckless shot—“he
shot round me, he shot above me. he
shot below me, he shot at me; I was,
as 1 may say. like the Burning Bush,
'in the midst of fire, yet not con
sumed.’ " Lord Cardigan, of Balaklava
fame, was once heard abusing his keep
er for extravagance in using men in
stead of boys for “stops." "Beg par
don. my lord,” was the matter-of-fact
reply, “but your lordship will remem
ber that last year you shot down all
the boys."
POPES OF HUMBLE BIRTH.
Mntiy of the I'oiitlfT* lla»« Sprung from
lower l?.ttiUs of
Many of the popes have sprung from
low origin. Alexander V. (1490) was
also a beggar boy; Benedict XII. wti
the son of a baker; Sixtus IV. (1471)
was the son of a fisherman; Sixtus V.
(1585), whose name was Felix Perretti.
was a pig driver at Montalto, and at
tracted the attention of a Franciscan
monk, who educated him. He rose to
be bishop of Fermo, soon after to be
cardinal, and was then elevated to the
papal throne, and celebrated his reign
by erecting many of the finest build
ings in Rome. Nathaniel Hawthorne,
writing of his tomb in the grand old
church of St. Maria Maggiore, says:
If anything can stilj the spectator to
silence and awaken him to great recol
lections it is the monument of this as
tonishing man. who as a child herded
swine, and as a man commanded kings
and filled Rome with so many works
that from every side his name, like aa
echo, rings upon the traveler's ears."
Urban IV. (1281) was the son of a
French cobbler; Adrian VI. w’as the
son of a weaver; Boniface the Great
was a street gamin and held horses for
pennies. In recollection of his earlier
days he invited two kings to lead his
mule when he rode to his coronation as
pope of Rome. Hildrebrand. the great
orator monk, who became Hope Greg
ory VII. (1703), was the son of a car
penter from Tuscany and one of the
most brilliant statesmen of his age. He
practically revolutionized Europe.—
Chicago Record-Herald.
A Y M. f. A. Sugg^Atlon.
Young men living in London on
small means—and they are almost
numberless are likely to hear good
news before long. The scheme for
providing a central residential club,
which has been under the considera
tion of a special committee of th ■
Young Men's Christian Association at
Exeter hall for some time, is now
practically settled. It is proposed n
provide a superior kind of RowtO”
House, witli about 400 separate bed
rooms and let them at the modest rate
of 3 shillings a week Thi3 will give
tne resident the free run of the insti
tution, including library, recreation
room, baths and gymnasium, togetbi-r
with the use of storage accommoda
tions for bicycles. Meals will be sup
plied in a comfortable and commodi
ous dining room at a mere fraction
above cost, price, and even thi> laund-v
will be economically run. It is likely
that 1 h 1h hotel for studious youth may
cost £25,000 and will soon pay for it
self.
Not Hard to I’lenno.
A Washington woman who has a
home that is in reality a small farm,
in the suburbs close by this city, em
ploys a colored youth as a man-of-all
work around the place. He attended
divine services recently and was evi
dently very much impressed with what
he heard at church in reference to re
ligious requirements during Lent. Re
turning home from the house of wor
ship he literally took away the breath
of his employer by announcing, in all
seriousness:
“You needn't bother about me dur
ing Lent. Just give me a dozen eggs
for breakfast every morning, and plen
ty of oysters and fisli and I'll manage
R»pUI Growth of tlio Wejt.
While the production of grain is
not increasing as rapidly as population
the manufacturing and commercial in
terests of the West are increasing
more rapidly than those of the whole
country, manufactured products show
ing a ratio of 70 per cent increase for
the United States as against 112 per
cent for the West. Not the least re
markable feature about this develop
ment is the triumph of industry over
natural obstacles. Towns without coal,
iron or water power turn out manu
factured products that are .shipped to
the ends of the earth.
When love of praise taSes the place
of praiseworthiness, the defect is fatal.
—S. Baring-Gould.
LONGEST SUIT ON RECORD.
Thirty Vettri at Litigation In lh« <l«r
mnn Court*.
One of the longest lawsuits on rec
ord. and one which Involved millions
of dollars, has just been decided In
Germany aftei* thirty years of litiga
tion. Strange to say, there is still
something left of the estate fought
over—it was so large that the courts
and the lawyers did not get it all in
spite of the long time the case was in
court. They got a good share, how
ever. The family of Arenberg live in
Belgium, but they own a snug little
duchy in Germany. The Duke of
Arenberg used to impose a toll of 20
cents on every ton of coal mined by
the Westphalia Coal company, whose
mines were in his domains. In the
general shape-up of the Franco-Prus
slan war and the re-formation of the
German empire which followed, the
Duke of Arenberg and his duchy got
Jost in the shuffle, and the coal com
pany ceased its tribute. Then the
Duke went to law.
In the good old days the robber
baron ancestors of the Duke would
have called out their men-at-arms,
swooped down on that coal company
and hanged the president and board of
directors to the castle gates. But the
coal baron having succeeded the rob
ber baron in these days, the Duke
went to law, and after thirty years he
has won his case.
For once the coal baron has been
downed by the descendant of the rob
ber baron, and the Westphalian Coal
company will have to pay arrearages
of tribute to the Duke mounting to
$36,000,000. The annual income of the
Arenhergs from the mines is about
$1,200,000.’ So now they are rich, but
If the suit had gone against them they
would have been practically ruined.
That lawsuit was getting to be their
principal asset. As for the coal ba
rons, they are in a “state of mind” and
will probably try to arrange a compro
mise.
PRECIOUS STONES.
Ancient Myth* About tbu Origin of
Various Gem*.
The Indians called rock crystal an
"unripe diamond," and until the be
iining of the eighteenth century India
was thought to be the only land which
produced that precious stone. It was
not, therefore, until the discovbry of
India that the diamond was known to
us. Yet as far back as 500 B. C. a
Didactic History” of precious stones
was written, and in Pliny’s time the
supply must have been plentiful, as
he wrote: “We drink out of a mass of
gems, and our drinking vessels are
formed of emeralds.’’ We are also
told that Nero aided his weak sight
by spectacles made of emeralds. But
it is very difficult to determine whence
all the gems came, as discoverers took
care to leave no record. The nations
who traded in them were afraid of
their whereabouts being known, and
even the most ancient merchants
would not disclose any definite locale.
All sorts of myths have, accordingly,
sprung up concerning the origin of the
gems.
"Diamond" was the name given to
a youth who was turned into the hard
est and most brilliant of substances to
preserve him from “the ills that flesh
is heir to.” Amethyst was a beautiful
nymph beloved by Bacchus, but saved
from him by Diana, who changed
Amethyst into a gem; whereupon
Bacchus turned the gem into wine
color, and endowed the wearer with
the gift of preservation from intoxi
cation.
The pearl was thought to be a dew
drop the shell had opened to receive.
AralK.' was said to be honey melted
by the sun, dropped into the sea, and
congealed. According to the Talmud, !
Noah had no light In the ark but that \
which came from precious stones.—
Gentleman’s Magazine.
UNCLE SAM'S LAND DEALS.
Il«iw tli« Territory of th« Inlteil States
H«i Been Ex tended.
Warn the IlaniBh islands in the West
Indies are transferred to otir Hag the
record of Uncle Sam’s purchases of
land and the sums he has paid for the
manic, from the foundation of the gov
< rnment to the present time, will stand
as follows:
Louisiana purchase (1803). .$15,000,000
Florida (1819). 0,489.7f.8
Mexican cession (1S48). 18,250,000
Purchase from Texas (1850). 10,000,000
Jadsden purchase (1853)_ 10,000,000
Alaska (1807). 7,>00.000
Philippine Islands (1901),... 20,000,000
Additional Philippines (1901) 100,000
Danish West Indies (1902).. 5,000,000
Ootal.$92,039,708
To this list must be added Texas, ar
i.uited in 1845; Oregon territory :n
1846, the Hawaiian Islands in 1897,
Porto Rico and Guam, annexed in 189S,
and one of the Samoan Islands in 1899
—for none of which did we pay a direct
money consideration. The aggregate
area of territory added to the United
States by purchase and conquest—-as in
•he case of the Mexican cession and our
recently gained insular possessions—
from 1800 to 1902, inclusive—is 2,971,
376 square miles. The territory now
covered by the American flag, includ
ing both hemispheres, exceeds the area
of all Europe by just about 285.000
square miles—or say by an area one
fifth larger than that of either France
or Germany.—New York World.
Career of I-lmt. Hfrebler.
The Lieut. Strebler who captured
Gen. Lueban, the Filipino leader, is of
German birth and enlisted in tho regu
lar army before Jie was 20 years old.
He was promoted to a lieutenancy by
President McKinley, being then a ser
geant serving his third term. He has
seen much active service, but never
6j3taiaed any injury.
HAD LOST HIS NERVE
PATHFTIC STORY OF A “HAS BEEN”
WHO WAS PLAYED OUT.
Once "layer Down' for an Outfit of
Forgers, lie Hail KphcIipiI the Kml of
Ills Rope— Ills Srrys His Only I .'mil
Aesrt In X.lfe.
I had met the man in theaters, res
taurants and Broadway cafes for the
; last ten years. Never mind his name
.He was always well dressed, always
l had plenty of money and never seemed
| to be busy or worried about anything.
From the men I saw him with 1 be
[ lieved he was engaged in no legitimate
, business, and I placed him in that in
; determinate class which many years
j ago we called “Broadway statues,” and
nowadays most, of us dismiss from
our minds with the thought. “Oh. well,
he's a gambler or something of that
sort.” There are hundreds of this kind
of men to be seen along the line be
tween Twenty-third street and Forty
second on Broadway any pleasant af
ternoon and every night. They toil
not, neither do they spin, but their
tailors are artists.
He shambled into the big, red-car
peted cafe of the Rossmore the other
night looking twenty years older and
seventy-five per cent to the bad. His
clothes were evidently ready-made and
unmistakably he was not the original
purchaser. His head drooped a little
and his eye met mine and then sought
the floor. It only needed a glance to
see that he had gone to the “Has Been"
class. We sat down at a table, as we
had done before occasionally, and I
suggested that he wasn't looking in
form. He sighed and said he was
"down and out.”
“Not for good,” I said encouraging
ly.
"Yes, for good," he returned. “I’ve
lost my nerve and that was all 1 had.”
I ordered cigars with the drink and
the Has Been was grateful, and he
to'd me his story, a common enough
one I fancy, only it is of the sort that
the general public seldom hears.
"You never knew what my line was,
1 suppose, did you?” he began. "Lots
of men have rubbered and tried to find
out since I've been flying high around
this town. It was an easy line and
it paid me well. Until I went sick and
had to go to the hospital for four
months I never knew what it was to
have to look for a couple of hundred
in my clothes without finding it. I've
had fifty thousand at one time and
spent it royally too but I never expect
to see a hundred dollar bill again be
fore I croak. They've got me skinned
to death at last.
"For years 1 was the ‘layer down’
ror a mob of the greatest outfit of
forgers that ever worked the country.
Most of them are working yet hut
I'm out of it. My whole stock in trade
was my nerve.
“I used to present the goods at the j
bank counters or in the broker's of- j
flee. You know yourself that I looked j
prosperous. None of the men in the I
front office' had any line on me. No- j
body ever saw me in the company of !
the sort, of crooks that get their pic- |
tures in the Rogues' Gallery. You've j
met me yourself along the line for I
the last ten years and 1 always trav
eled with pretty good people, didn’t I? t
High class sports they all were, and
1 was supposed to be one of them.
They never asked me what my line
was any more than you did. Well,
my line was to present forged paper,
get the cash, turn it over, and get out
of town for a few weeks. I've worked
in every big city in the country.
“When I got out of the hospital I
discovered that I’d lost my nerve. I
don’t know how or why, but it was
gone. I felt that if I walked into a
bank to turn a trick they'd spot me
for a suspicious character right away.
1 went to the head of my push and
told him. I said I knew I’d run like
a pickpocket if an ordinary bank
watchman batted an eye at me; that
my nerve was all gone. He knew
what I meant. It comes to the best
of us sooner or later. We said good
bye and I’ve been a dead one ever
since. What am I doing? I'm work
ing in a poolroom taking two-dollar
bets, and if Jerome or any of those
people ever make a raid I'll probably
faint away. And yet I've taken $000,
000 in certified checks out of a hank
not a mile from here without turning
a hair and on paper that wasn't worth
as much as a Chinese laundry ticket.’
—New York Press.
RARt VIR I Uts Uf UiNStnu.
How IIIB I’lant ff»l ISoffitriletl in Old*
Tinio Virginia.
Colonel William Byrd of Westover,
a famous Virginia planter and gentle
man, tells in liis diary of the “venues
of ginseng." which he tested on a sur
veying journey. "Though Practice
will soon make a man of tolerable
Vigor an able Footman,” he says, "yet.
as a Help to bear Fatigue I used to
i hew a Root of Ginseng as 1 Walk'd
I along. This kept up my spirits, and
i made me trip away as nimbly in my
half Jack-Boots as younger men cou'd
in their Shoes. This Plant Is in hign
Esteem in China, where it sells for Its
! Weight in Silver. * * * its ver
| .ues are that it gives an uncommon
Warmth and Vigor to the Blood, and
! frisks the Spirits beyond any other
! Cordial, it chears the Heart even of
I a man that has a bad Wife, and makes
! him look down with great Composure
on the Crosses of the World. In one
Word, it will make a Man live a great
while, and very well while he does
I live. And what is more, it will even
I make Old Age amiable by rendering it
cheerful, lively and good-humored.”
if half what Colonel Byrd says is
true, ginseng ought to be a root more
! popular than even "Sassafras, O Sas
i safrass." that the warriors from Catta
j raiigus will be bringing in to us pres
! ently.
Now It is Charged to Thad Stevens.
Of Thaddous Stevens, tho old Re
publlcan louder, who Is hurled on tho
outskirts of lamcaster, Ha.. In a eem
tf i'y for colored people, a LHiirastrla.i
told tUs story: “Mr. Stevens was
pleading a case one day before a judge
who disliked him. There was. in con
sequence, a good deal of veiled r e
crimination. This grew worse and
worse, until finally, in a tremendous
rage. Stevens stopped short in tne mid
dle of a cross-examination, rammed
his papers in his bag, grabbed his
hat and started clumping (for he was
a little lame) out of the room. But
the Judge halted him. 'Mr. Stevens,'
he said, ‘it seems to me you are trying
to show contempt for this court.’ 'No,
your honor. I'm trying to conceal it,'
Stevens answered.
“Made of Meat, Like Any Other Man.”
Archibald Roosevelt discussed the
prince with great vigor to some of his
schoolmates the other day. “Why,"
he said, "he ain’t like any prince I
ever heard of. He didn't come up in
a chariot drawn by white horses at.
all. He rode in a carriage just like
ours. I don't think lie's much of a
prince,” the small boy sniffed. ‘‘He
looks just like any other tnau—mado
of meat, you know."
Frlght'A Dlnea^e Cured.
Sullivan, 111.. March 31st, Mrs. Kitty
F. Seaney was \ery ill for months and
notwithstanding the best possible med
ical attendance she got no better. The
doctors said she had Bright’s Disease,
and gave her little or no hope of ever
being well again.
She suffered great pain in her back,
which nothing seemed able to relieve,
till at last encouraged by the reputa
tion Dodd's Kidney Hills have attained
in the community as a cure fir Kidney
Diseases, she began to use them.
The result was a surprise both to
Mm. Seaney and the physicians, for
soon after the treatment was com
menced her kidneys threw off large
quantities of dark diseased matter and
ehe improved rapidly. She used in all
ten boxes, and has completely recov
ered good health without pain or
symptoms of the Bright's Disease
A 100-Year-Old Lawsuit.
The oldest lawsuit in Virginia, af
fording to the Richmond Times,
threatens seriously to be settled in a
few days. It. originated as early as
1 i97, and is known in Virginia his
tory as the case of the Dismal Swamp
i.and company against Anderson's
personal representatives and others.
The sum involved was about $a0,0(J0.
Adversity is the emery wheel of the
soul.
tVfitHi Wit Merit Wit.
John Kendrick Bangs is the proud
possessor of three young sons, the eld
est of whom bids fair to rival his fa
mous father in wit. The other day Mr.
Bangs took the three boys out for a
long tramp, miscalculated the distance
•.nil found he was tiring the youngsters
mt, though not one of them would
confess It. At this moment they came
to a pretty difficult hill. It occurred to
Jdr. Bangs to lighten the boys’ labors
by stirriug their imaginations, so he
pretended the hill was San Juan and
they were to cburge up to the top. All
went well till the eldest boy stopped
in the middle of the rush to blow his
nose.
"What's this?" said Mr. Bangs. "A
soldier stopping during a charge to
blow his nose? Nice soldier you'd
make! Why, you'd be disgraced for
ever for a thing like that.”
"1 should think,” replied the imper
turbable youngster, "that it would he
easy enough to take your handkerchief
and wipe out the disgrace."
Mr. Bangs continued his part of the
charge in a meek silence.
“Faithfal" Service Rewarded.
The late Judge Smyth, so much bet
ter known as "the Recorder,’’ used to
have a reminiscence of another law
yer who now' enjoys much distinction
at the bar and for a time rejoiced in
judicial honors, but w'lio was at the
time the managing clerk of a law of
fice on the same corridor with that of
the future recorder.
"I met him in the hail one day,’’
said the old judge, “and he was evi
dently very much agitated. I inquired
the nature of his trouble. Almost
weeping, he answered: ‘I have been
discharged, discharged without a word
of explanation, after five years of
faithful service. It is very hard.’ And
then he quite gave way, and added, in
tears: ‘And you know, Mr. Smyth,
you know what affidavits I have made
for that man.’ ”
One on Jame« «V. Hill,
“Speaking of James J. Hill,” said a
St. Paul man, the ofher evening, "I can
tell you a story of him.
"it was away back in the 80s, when
the iate lamented Harry Ives was Mr.
Hill’s private secretary, and Mr. Mill
was giving away pigs of purest breed
to the farmers of the northwest, in
order to encourage stock-raising along
the line of the Great Northern road,
and thus build up its traffic. The stato
fair was in progress In St. Paul, when,
one September morning Ives opened
Mr. Hill’s mail and found a letter from
ft farmer, which read as follows:
“ ‘Mr. J, J. Hill•—Dear Sir—: I went
to St. Paul and to the fair, as you told
me. I looked for you at your office,
and also at the fair grounds. I found
plenty of hogs of your species, but
could not find you anywhere.’ ”
Treasure for Colombia University.
Dr. V. O. SImkovitch, who has charge
of the library treasures of Columbia
university, has purchased for the li
brary during the past week an early
Italian manuscript of great value, con
taining the epistles of St. Jerome, be
lieved to have been made during the
ninth century.
Love may not be blind at tho start,
but it is never able to see its finish.'
Crooked living makw the cross
Chrltsian.