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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE : WASHINGTON, D. O., APEIL 8, 1S82.
CHAPTER. PROM THE PAST.- HEROIC DEATH OF THE PRESIDENT'S FATHER-IN-LAW. firluc Account or the Loss of Uic Central Aracr icaIiK'KtcHaRt Hermlon's Lust 3iesnge : liifi Wife TowWnff Incidents of-1 lie Crest IKsHtor. The following official account of the loss of tho steamer Cuutr.il Aiuoriua in 1657, and the heroic death of her commander, Captain Iirrndon, U. S. IT , -was written by Lieuten ant Maury, of the United States 2fav.il Ob servatory, shortly after its occurrence. It is a vivid picture of heroism and danger: Bra: On the 12th day of September last, at sen, the United States mail steam ship Central America, with the California uinils, most of the passengers and crow, and a large amount of treasure on hoard, foun dered" in a gale of wind. The law requires the vessels of this line to be commanded by officer of the navy, and Commander William Lewis Herndon had this one. lie went down with his ship, leaving a glowing example of devotion to duty, Christian conduct, and true heroism. The Department has already been officially informed of this wreck and disaster, and of how nobly Ilcrndon stood to his post and gloriously perished; how the women and children were all saved ; and how he did all that man could do, or officer should', to save his ship and crew also. But the particulars have been given to the Department only in a perishable form of newspaper records. As a tribute to his memory, as material for history, as an heirloom of the navy, and a legacy to his country, I desire to place on record in the Department this simple writing and memorial of him. "We-were intimates; I have known him from boyhood; he was my kinsman ; the ties of Consanguinity, as veil as our professional avocations, brought -us frequently and much together. "We were close friends. Under these circumstances, I ask your leave to file a report of that gale and his loss. I aim to embody in it a simple narrative of incidents, derived from state ments which the survivors from the wreck have made, either publicly through the Xrints of the da, or privately to his family and friends. These incidents, in the silent influence of the lessons they teach, constitute an inheritance of rare value to his couutry inen; they are theJieirloom of which I spoke, and will, I am persuaded, be productive of much good to the service. The Central America, at the time of her loss, was bound from Aspinwall, via Havana, to New York. She had on board, as nearly as has been ascertained, about $2,000,000 in gold, and 474 passengers, besides a crew, all told, of 101 souls: total, 57o. She touched at Havana on the 7th of September last, and put ti sea again at nine o'clock on the morn ing tn the bth. The snip was apparently in good order, ihe time seemed propitious, and all lnudd wan in liue health and spirits, for the propped of a safe and speedy passage h.Muc worn very cheering. The breeze was frfruj the tradewind quarter at northeast; .l hi. midnight of the 9th it freshened to a U-, wnich continued -to increase till the i intijjj of Friday, Septetnbor !fl, when it Aa until great violence from north uorth uut. Up to this time the ship behaved admira bly. .Nothing had occurred worthy of note, ii smy way calculated to excite suspicions of )it prowess, until the forenoon of that d'.iy, wheu itr was discovered that she had sprung aleak. The sea was running high; the ship wad very much keeled over on tho starboard side, and laboring heavily. The leak was so large that by one p. m. the water had risen high enough to extinguish the fires on one side and stop the engine. Bailing gangs were set to work, the passen gers cheerfully assisting, and all hands were sent over on the windward side to trim ship. Being relieved in a measure, she righted, and the fires were relighted. But there was a very heavy sea on, and, iu spite of pumps and bailing gangs, with their buckets, whips and barrels, the water gained upon them until it reached the furnaces and extin guished the fires again, never to be rekindled. This was Friday. The ship was now at the mercy of tho -waves, and was wallowing in the trough of the sea like a log. She was a side-wheel steamer, with not a little top-hamper, and therefore an ugly thing to manage in such a situation. The storm spencer had been blown away, and the foreyard was sent down during tho night. Attempts were made to get the ship before tho wind, but no canvas was stout enough to withstand the raging of the storm. After the headsails had been blown away tho captain ordered the clew of the foresail to bo lashed down to tho deck, thinking to hoist the yard up only a little way, show canvas, and get her off; but by the time the yard was well clear of the bulwarks tho sail was taken right out of the bolt ropes, so great was tho force of the wind and such the fury of the gale. Tho foremast was then cut away, tho foreyard was converted into a drag and got over board; bits of canvas also were tqiread in the rigging aft, hoping by these- expedients as a last resort, to bring the ship haul to wind, but all to no purpose; she refused to come. Crow and passengers worked man fully, pumping and bailing all Friday after noon and night; and when day dawned upon them tho violence of the ptorm was blill increasing. All that energy, professional skill, and seamanship could do to weather the storm and save the fehip had been done. The teniiK.ft was still raging; resources weie t.nausu.u; tua wonting parties were f.igged out, and the captain foresaw that his t-iup must go down. Htill ibwe was some chanco for hope ; he mijJituKve life, even if ho lost the ship, i..-iil and treasure. He was in a frequented ,.:t of tho ocean, and a pasting vc&sel :j!jht couiolo the rescue of crew and pas--i n 4-rs, if they could but manage to keep tri" siiin afloat until the gale abated. He v juraged them with this hope, and asked :.u a rally. They responded with cheers. iJ.e lady passengers also offered to help, and the men wont io work with a will, whipping up water 1)3' the tarrelful, to the steady measure of the &ailpr3" working song. rlhu ling was hoisted "Union down" that every vessel as she hove in sight might know that tluey were in distress and wanted help. Under this rally of crew and pas sengers the3r gained on the water for a little while, but the3' were worn out with the toil of the last night and day ; they had not the strength to keep it under. Finally, about noon of Saturday, the 12th, tho gale began to abate and tho sky to brighten. A vessel hove in eight, saw tho signal of distress, ran down to tho steamer, was hailed, answered, and was asked for help. She could give none, and kept on her course. At about two p. m. the brig Marino, Cap tain Burt, of Boston, bound from the "West Indies to New York, heard minute guns and saw the steamer's singals of distress. She ran down to the sinking ship, and, though very much crippled herself by the gale, promised to lay by. Sho passed under the steamer's stern, spoke, rounded to, and kept her word. The steamer's boats wero ordered to be lowered ; tho 'Marino had none that could live in such a sea. Now came another trying time. The boat scenes of tho steamer Arctic had made a deep impression upon Ilerndon's mind ; they now crowded into remembrance. "Who of this crew should bo selected to man his boats? "Would they desert him when they got off from tho ship? There wero some who he knew would not. It. was not an occasion when tho word might be passed for volunteers; for it was tho post of safety, not of danger, but never theless of great trust, that was to be filled. The captain wanted trusty men, that ho knew well fiom long association, and the crew of such vessels is not very permanent as to its personnel. Therefore ho felt at a low, for there was still ft mau wanted for Black's (the boatswain's") boat. A sailor, per ceiving the captain's dilemma, stepped up and modestly offered to go. Ho had not, it may bo supposed, been long in the ship, for Herndon evidently did not know him well, and replied, in his mild and gentle way, "I wonder if I can trust yon ? " Tho sailor in stinctively understood this call for a shib boleth, and simply said, "I have hands that are hard to row, and a heart that's soft to feel." This was enough ; ho went, and was true. Not a boat deserted that ship. All the women and children were first sent to the brig, and every one arrived there in safety. Each lroat made two loads io the brig, carry ing in all one hundred persous. By this timo night was setting in. The brig had drifted to leeward several miles away from the steamer, and was so crippled that she could not beat up to her again. Black's (the boatswain's) boat alone returned the second time. Her gallant crew had been buffeting with the storm for two days and a night without rest, and with little or no food. The boat itself had been badly stove while alongside with tho last load of passen gers. She was so much knocked pices as to to be really unserviceable; nor could sho have held another person. Still those brave seamen, true to the trust reposed in them by their captain, did not hesitate to leave the brig in her again and pulled back through the dark for miles across an angry sea, that they might, join him in his sinking ship and take their chances with the rest. Let no one Call this rash, idle or vain; it was conduct the most loyal, noble and true. The names of this brave crew have not been given, else I should suggest the propriety of making some formal acknowledgement of the high appreciation in which such devotion to duty and such conduct are held by the Depart ment. I am aware that these men do not belong to the navy, but they are American seamen, nobly doing.Jheir.duiy.undqr the American flag, and adding luster to it by their deeds. "Whol&er'of the, naval or ,of tho merchant Service, such conduct should not go unre quited hj' tho Government. During the low ering of tho boat and tho embarkation of the women and children there was as much ' discipline iireservcd among the crew of that' ship, and as much order observed among her passengers, as was ever witnessed on board tho best regulated man-of-war. The law requires every commander in tho nav3' to show in himself a good example of virtue and patriotism, and never was example moro nobly set or moro beautifully followed. Captain Herndon, by those noble traits which have so endeared his memory to tho hearts of his countrymen, had won tho respect and admiration of tho crew and passengers of that .ship in such a degree as to acquiro an influence over them that was marvellous in its etieets. The women felt its force. Calm and resolute themselves, they eneOurfcgod and cheered tho men at tho pumps and in the gangways; and," finaUy, to Ilerndon's last appeal for one more efforr,-they rose superior to their sex. and nrooosed to r on iWV themselvcs, and with fair hands and feeble arms thero do man's work in battling with the tempest. There were many touching incidents Of the most heroic personal devotion to duty and to him during that dreadful Storm. Even after tho ship had gono down, and her passengers wero loft in the water, clinging by whatever they could lay bauds on, offices of knightly courtesy passed among them. As one of the last boats was about to leave tho ship her dommander gave his watch to a passenger, with a request that it might bo delivered to his wife. He wished to charge him with a message for hor also, but his ut terance was choked. "Toll her " Unable to proceed, he bent down his head and buried his face in his hands for a moment, as if in prayer, for ho was a devout man aud true Christian. In that momenf, brief as it was, he endured the greatest agony. But it was over now. His crowding thoughts no doubt had been of friends and homo; its desola tion; a beloved wife and lovely daughter dependent alone for support upon him. God and his country would care for them now. Honor and duty required him to stick to his ship, and he saw that she must go down. Calm and collected, ho rose up from that short but mighty struggle with renewed vigor, and wciit -with encouraging looks about the duties of the ship as before. He ordered tho hurricane decks to be cut away and rafts to be made. The life-preservers were also brought up aud distributed to all who would wear them. Night was setting inland ho directed Frazer, tho second officer, to take the arm chest and send up a rocket over3f half hour. Van Bcnssalear, his first officer, was also by him. Herndon has spoken of him to mo in terms of esteem and admiration, and Van Bcnssalear proved himself worthy to the last of such commendations. Side 13' side tlieso two stood at their jiost and perished togeflier with their harness on. After the boat which bore Mr. Payne, to whom Herndon end listed his watch, had shoved off, the captain went to his stateroom nnd put on his uniform. Tho gold band around his cap "was concealed by tho oil-silk covering which ho usually wore over it. He took the covering off and threw it on his cabin floor; then walking out ho took his stand on tfio wheel-house, holding on fo tho iron railing with his left hand. A rocket was setoff; tho ship fetched hex last lurch, and as she went down ho uncovered. A cry rose form thosea, but not from his lips. Tho waves had closed about him, and tho curtain of the night was drawn over ono of tho most sub lime moral spectacles that tho sea ever saw. Just before the steamer went down a row boat was heard approaching. Herndon hailed her. It was the boatswain's boat, rowed by "hard hands and a gentle heart," returning on board from tho brig to report her disabled condition. If sho came along side she would be engulfed with the sinking ship. Herndon ordered her to keep off. She did so, and was saved. This, as far as I have been able to learn, was his last order. For getful of self, mindful of others, his life was beautiful to tho last; and in his death ho has added a new glory to the annals of the sea. Forty-nine of the passengers and crew were picked up, floating on the water, that night and the next morning by the Norwe gian barque Ellen, Captain Johnson, and brought safely into Norfolk on the Ot'h day after the wreck. The English brig' Mary picked up three others who had drifted about 450 miles with the gulf stream. To tal saved, 152. The Central America sunk about 8 p. in., of September 12, 1S57, near tho outer edge of tho gulf stream, and the parallel o 31 decrees and 45 minutes north. It does not appear certain that her com mander was seen or heard, after she went down, by auy of those who survived the wreck. Mr. Childs, ono of the passengers, thinks he conversed with him in tho water after midnight on Saturday, only a little while beforo he himself was picked up. But Herndon was small of stature, of delicate frame and constitution and by no means in robust health. Ho was already suffering from the incessant labor and exposure of tho last two days and that long Friday night. His fatigue must have been great, and when tho waves closed over his ship he was, in all probability, too much exhausted to struggle with the rest in that pool of drowning men for floats and life. Everything that could be done by the best sea captain to save his ship was dono to save this one. Bravo hearts and strong arms and willing minds wero on board. Thero were no Jack of skill or of courage. Order and discipline wero preserved to the last; and she went down under conduct that fills tho heart with sentiments of unutter able admiration. Herndon was in the 44th year of his age. ne was born in Fredericksburg, Virginia, on the 25th day of October, 1313. Ho was tho son of the Into Dabncy Herndon of that place, and was tho fifth of seven children ; five sons and two daughters, of whom Mrs. Mauiy is the elder. Ho was named after Captain "William Lewis, of tho navy, who was lost at sea on board the United States brig Epervier. Lewis Herndon was left early an orphan, and entered the navy at the age of fifteen. Affectionate in disposition,' soft and gentle in his manner, he was beloved of his own ; he also won the love and esteem of his associates wherever ho went, and he be came a favorite throughout the service. GUITEAU-PREPAHING FOR THE END. "I have been a resident of "Was' for thirty-two years," said Bob Stro was on the j&dice force at Um for six or seven years under Frenc. brother was tho contractor for their'' of both wings of tho Capitol. Of hit- 'IP r I have been employed at the jail i past twelve or thirteen years six j'ears at the new jail. For the last ten or twelve ' years I have been tho person to adjust tho knot and fix tho ropo at executions. I did it at the hanging of Bedford aud Stone, and put the ropo over Bedford's head. Tho physician also suggests as to tho arranging of the knot about the neck so that it will 1 not go too far back of tho car. I always remain on the scaffold until tho body is lowered iDto tho coffin. I was considerably shocked at tho Stono exhibition, when the culprit's head was cut Off as clean as if done by a sabro. Tho reason for his head beiug jerked off was not tho length of the fall, but Stone had gained flesh, and at tho same time tho muscles of tho neck withered nway-turncd to a kind of froth. He weighed 200 pounds at the time he was hanged. Tho ropo Guitcau will be hanged by is three-quarters of an inch in diameter and of nu.nilla. The prisoner stands on tho trap, and after the drop the head is supposed to be on a level, or to go just below the floor of the platform. I nlwaj's test tho ropes with a 200 pound sandbag at a drop of seven feet. I talk to Guiteau every da3'. I never have spoken to him direclty about hia coming death, but ho makes fun of it when talked to on tho subject. His brother paid him a viait today, and ho told him how to dispose of his hat and clothes. Sonio of those I havo seen executed exhibited great courage before death. Wood aud Wright weakened, "Wood moro than others. Some Of them had been given coffee and brandy arid had to bo supported by tho priests, From what I havo seen, I think that Gui teau, when ho feels that tho thing is settled, aud ho knows that thero is no more hopo of getting off, will not go on the scaffold game. 1 think that he will dio liko a cur. The scaffold is now ready and tho rope prepared. "When I prepare tho ropo tho iirst work is to get it limber and the notches out of it. Then I rub it with tallow where it goes round the neck. I saw nino men hang at ono timo in Australia, when I was a sailor on a whaler in lo'38. I will not use any one of tho ropes that have been donated in hanging Guiteau. I will uso ono of my I own, the ono used when Bedford was hanged, as no better ono could bo got in America. I am not afraid of any mistako being made. None jis yet. I am fifty-eight years of ago the Oth of March." St. Louis Globe Demo crat. A FIEND SENTENCED TO HANG, The trial of Edward aud Clara Peters for the murder by torture and starvation of their adopted child, .a boy ot seven years, at Mason ville, Quebec, iu November last, has been concluded at Sweetsburg, Quebec. Peters was found guilty of murder and sen tenced to bo hanged at tho Sweetsburg jail on April 28. Tho woman was convicted of mauslaugter and sentenced to ten years imprisonment at hard labor in tho peniten- 1 tiary. Tho murder was of the most fiendish nature. A recent African explorer, in giving an ac count of his travels, speaks of ants one inch long. The insects must bo gi-auts. IN MEMORIAM, Respectfully dedicated to tho Holders of Con federate Treasury Notes. The following verses were found written on tho back of a Confederate note : Representing nothing on God's earth now. And naught in tho waters below it As tho pledge of a nation that's dead and gone, Keep it, dear friend, and show it. Show it tothoso who will lend an car To the tale that this paper can tell Of liberty, born of the patriot's dream, Of tho storm-cradled imtion that fell. Too poor to possess tho precious ore, And too much of n strnngr-r to borrow; "We issuo to-day our "promise to pay," And Iiopo to redeem on the morrow. Days rolled on, nnd weeks became years, But our coital s were empty s-till; Coin was so rnre that our treasury quaked If a dollar dropped into the till. Hut the faith that was in us was fctrong indeed, And our poverty well we discerned ; And theso little checks represented the pay That our suffering veterans earned. "We knew it had hardly a value in gold; Yet as gold the soldier received it ; It gazed in our eyes with a "promise to pay," And each patriot soldier believed it. But our boys thought little of price or pay, Or of bills that were overdue ; We knew if it bought our bread to-dny ; Twas tho best our poor country could do. Keep it f it tells all our history o'er, From the birth of the dream to its last. Modest, and born of the nngcl Hope! Like our hopo of success it passed. THE BITTER WITH THE SWEET " I do wish somebody would leave us a legacy," said Lena, " or I could draw some thing in a lottery." " I'm sure you drew a cigar-case at the church fair," interpolated Anita. " I wish I could find a pot of gold buried in tho cellar," persisted Lena. "I'm about tired of doing without it." "I don't thiuk riches aro half so interest ing as poverty after all," said Anita. ""Wo get a great deal more excitement out of life than Mrs. Grundy for instance." " It's a kind of excitement I could exist without. Poverty is a trial. You canit do yourself justice if you are a victim. It keeps friends and lovers and pleasure at arm's length. You might havo done execu tion with j'our voice if we had had money to cultivate it. M3' feeblo taste for art might have grown into genius, aud Patty's beauty might have made her fortune in society. One can't havo societ3', you know, when one is too poor to entertain or dress, and has no recommendation but a 'longing for the far off, unattainable and dim.'" " My dear," said Mrs. Morris, who was lying down with one of her headaches, "you are losing time while you berate fortune, and timo is money." " But not legal tender," rejoined, Lena, turning to her sewing-machine. Patty said nothing. Perhaps she was thinking her own thoughts, as sho sat with tho German grammar open before her. Sho was daily governess in the family of the Hon. Caleb Grundy, M. C. Dr. John Morris, her father, had died some years before, leaving an income which could hardly be called " a genteel sufficiency." He had left something else besides. Thero were ledgers in tho attic full of unreceipted and outlawed accounts, although somo of the debtors and heir heirs drove in their carriages to-day. " I wish wo had been born bakers," said ' enaas the, knnader's cotipa roliod Ixy. " Or could invent a patent medicine for e healing of tho nations," suggested Anita. "Mrs. Morris laughed. "Do yon think that would answer for a patent of nobility? Do you think Mrs. Grundy would asl: vou toiler mussicale, though you sang like a dying swan, if you figured as an inventor of balsams or bitters? " "Old Mrs. Grundy had a bad attack of her gastric troublo," said Patty, waking up, " and sho has a now remedy which can raise tho dead sho thinks Dr. Jay's Bitters. Did 3'ou ever try them, mamma ? " " I've seen tho advertisement," said Mrs. Morris. And just then Bob Marquaud knocked and announced that ho had como to tea, exhibiting a score of littlo birds all ready for tho gridiron. "Seo what a mighty hunter you have among you. Patty and I will broil them for lea a dish fit for the gods." It seemed to Bob as if Patty belonged to him as much as his own soul. To be suro he never made pretty speeches to her, but ho thought sho know that ho meant them. He expected to marry Patty somo day, but just now ho was too poor, so said nothing about it. Ho was stinging architecture, and his undo had agreed to givo him ten thou sand dollars when ho should havo built his first houso. That was one of his castles in the air. It would bo time onough to speak to Patty when tho houso was built. "Headache again, Mamma Morris?" said ho. "Try Dr. Jay's Bitters. Children cry for them. Aunt Mania's got a bottle bit ter as pausing for a synonym. "As poverty," said Patty. "Yes, bitter as poverty. I've tasted both. Thoy are a tonic to tho nerves, they defy death and keep old ago at a respectful dis tance." "They must bo tho Elixir of Youth," said Anita. " "Wlioro do you get thorn ? " "At Morlar C- Pestle's." And then Lena lighted tho double-burner and Bob produced his pencils and paper and began making a plan of tho "Marquaud Mansion," to bo erected when his ship camo in, asking Pattys advice about this and that, about closets, tho pantry, tho boudoir, their two heads bent together over tho task. ' " "We'll throw out a bay-window here," ho said; won't we, Patty? And we will have i verandah for moonlight nights and a balco- ny lor whispering lovers made." And as long as tho materials aro so cheap I think we'll add on a conservatory, eh, Patty ? so 3'ou may always wear arose in your hair; and a studio for Lena at tho top of tho houso," till they wero all offering sugges tions, and tho " Manor" looked as if it had broken out with an irruption of iantasic gables, windows, and wings, and had becomo an anachronism in architecture, whoro tho stylo of ono era jostled that of another. But it was not Bob who strolled into tho school-room up at tho Hon. Mr. Grundy's when tho bell rang for recess ; who, under ono pretext or another, beguiled Tatty to linger after hours, till tho dusk shut thorn in alono with tho stars, while ho walked homeward with her, repeating somo inci dents of his travels, reciting some passionato sonnet of his own. It was not Bob who left a rose on her desk one morning with, a love verso; when tho sentiment is pretty and personal, one does not blamo the poet he- cause he is not a Milton one is too 'apt to think he is. Bob had never attempted a rhyme in his life. If Mrs. Grundy, junior, had not been summering at the Swiss Lakes no doubt sho would have devised a way to end the love makiug of her nephew, but there was no body 'to interfere ; old Madam Grundy was too deaf and purblind to remember that such things as youth and lovo existed. That Paul Spencer, with his poetic inspirations, his fathomless e3'es, his worldly lore, his experience and popularity should sue fur a word with a poverty-stricken governess, should hang upon her will and court her presence, captivated Patty's imagination and touched her heart. They would sit over the embprs of the schoolroom fire while he be witched her with stories from the operas and sung their most love-lorn airs in his fine tenor till tho tears stood in Patty's pretty eyes, or he would bring his violin at odd moments and improvise some tender melody to be dedicated to her, suggested by thoughts of her, till she began to believe him an un appreciated Mozart. Perhaps the fact that Paul Spencer 3 wife would possess anil enjoy everything from which Patty Morris had been cut off may have lent her hero a halo, ma j' have made his eloquence more eloquent, his tongue more persuasive But if it was so Patty was unconscious of it; there wa3 nothing mercenary in her nature, she was only human, although Bob thought her di vine. She had a conviction that if Paul had been born a plow-boy ha would have found his place on Parnassus; that though ho should waken one day to find her nature too narrow and incomplcto for his companionship sho should not blame him over-much, nor unlove him, but carry the remembrance of her happiness shut into her heart Bko a faded rose pressed in a book of poems. It is perhaps well that wo begin life with an over-supply of sentiment; wo should other wise have so littlo left at the journey's end. Very likely Patty had never thought of Bob as a lover at all; he was the friend of tho family, a schoolmate, about whom there were no reserves or mysteries; perhaps he even seemed commonplace and unfinished beside Mr. Spencer with his invulnerable self-possession, his acquaintance with the world. In tho meantime things had begun to brighten a littlo iu the Morris family; Mrs. Morris had tho houso painted and tho blinds re newed; there was a new carpet in the drawing-room, and tho girls had now suits and hats, not home-made; not all at once, but by almost imperceptible degrees, the shabby Morris mansion had begun to blos som into elegance, and the shabby toilets to follow suit. Anita had a new niano in exchange for the old one, and a singing master. "Mamma," said the wise Lena, "are we living on our principal, or where do you get so much money ? " "I have realized on something your father left," answered her mother. Patty's engagement was confided to no ono outside the family except to Bob. The fact was, Mr. Spencer was not quite prepared to acknowledge it to his friends; his mother, who had views of her own for him, might have something disagreeable to say, and, al though lie proposed to havo his OAvn way in ihe end, ho naturally hated a scene, and believed that affairs would finaBy adjust themselves without his interference; in the meantime 1m, Aye.BJoyirjg himselT. It did not strike, Mxs. Morris strangely tba6 the ar,s9uji, ho kept private for 'a while, till Mrs. Grundy should return from tho Swiss Lakes, and Mr. Grundy take a holida3', occupied as she was with her own concerns. That any ono should object to her Patty would seem preposterous. In her opinion, a doctor's iamily ranked with the first in tho land, and it did not occur to her that anyone could think differently ; to be a member of the faculty was to belong to tho aristocracy. As things began to brighten in the Morris family the girls began to bo invited out moro and more. It was found that Anita had a fine drawing-room, voice and obliging disposition; that Lena could talk art with tho esthetes, and that the j'oung men flocked to tho soiree which Patty attended. Moreover, it was known through Mr. Bert, a broker, that Mrs. Morris had invested in United States bonds. "I thought that tho Doctor left them as poor as a church mouse," he said to his wife. "So ho did, but she has realized on some thing, I hear; I can't think what; maybohe had Alabama claims, or perhaps some stock tliP3r held may have risen." "Their stock has gono up with a ven geance," said Mr. Bert. "Yes; it's the Morrises hero and the Mor rises thero ; one never used to hear of them till tho other day. Did yon get the bitters I begged you fo remember?" "Couldn't recall the name to sava my soul." "They aro not warranted to save the soul, but tho body. Old Mrs. Bruco says they've prolonged hor days, and would cure my neuralgia. But of course that dees not sig nify." The following evening Mr. Bert nnd Mrs. Morris met in the horse cars. "My wife asked me to get somebody's bit teTS for her, and 1'vo lost tho name again," said he ; perhaps you could help me, Mrs. Morris." " Their name is legion," said she. " Doctor, doctoi-vhat in the done is his name?" "Dr. Hood?'Asuggested Mrs. Morris. "No; I wonder if it's recommended for failing memory? Don't you ever indulge in a bitter?" " I tako tho bitter with the sweet some times." "Ah, very 'good, very good; doctor doc tor" "Dr. Jay's?" "Exactly; a thousand thanks. I haven't any faith in theso quack things myself, but Lizzo likes to try everything ; it gives her something to think about. By tho way I hear it originated in this place, and there's been money made on it. Just get up a pat ent medicino, I tell Lizzie, and you may drive your four-in-hand; but she 'doesn't fancy that sort 0 distinction don't you know?" "Perhaps it's better than extinction," laiighed Mrs. Morris. "Yes, yes; here's Morlar & Pestle's; 111 step in beforo I forget it." And so it began to bo whispered about that Dr. Jay's Bitters were home-brewed; the subject was touched upon at society meetings, in morning calls, on the church porch, and even in tho gentlemen's debating club. Mrs. Bert begged Mrs. Grew not to say it camo from hor, and that lady retailed it to her next neighbor with the same pre caution. Many of those who had. used the bitters wefe'prbvoked to find that they had been fostering home talent, and began to question if they had received any benefit from them after all; others stoutly refused to believe that Bradford had been capable of evolving such a tonic from its inner con sciousness ; but these were the class of peo ple who wonld doubt that the electric light illuminated, if it had originated in their neighborhood. "And you mean to say that a woman started and owns the bitters?" questioned Mrs. Brace, one of its wannest adherents. ""Well, I did think it helped me about my rheumatism, but it must have been the med'eated flannel." Having unraveled two-thirds of the enig ma, the good people of Bradford bent their intellects to solving the whole. " Dr. Jay's BittOrs were a happy thought " tho clerk at Mortar d Pestle's was saying to Bob Marquaud, as young Spencer dropped in for a glass of soda. "They say Mrs. Morris has made her for tune out of them." " "Who says so? " asked Bob.-- " Haven't you heard ? She's7 been mighty sly, and 3mall blame to her! '8body wants to be pointed out as the woman who makes your bitters. Dr. Morris, it seems, left a recipe which he used to make up for his patients when there wasn't much ailed them, and after he died and they didn't know which way to turn, Mrs. Morris she. put it into the hands of a manufacturer on the halves. But it isn't everybody, you know, who wonld feel proud to shoulder a patent medicino upon the public; it isn't aristocratic. You wouldn't want a bunch of herl)3 for your crest. You wouldn't want to marry into the family." "I don't know about that," said Rob; " but I don't think any one expects you to do it." Mr. Spencer was on his way to visit Patty, but ho turned about in order to reflect. He did not object to marry without money, and rather plumed himseB' upon the fact, since he had enough. But what the clerk at Mortar & Pestle's had said was quite true; one did not care to marry into a family made famous by Dr. Jay's Bitters. And therefore the perfumed note which Patty received the next week read: "My Dear Patty: I promised my mother once, in the days when I believed no woman would ever touch my heart, that I would never many without her consent. Having told her of our engagement sho refuses to sanction it; and I, crueBy staid, leave it to you to say if I shaB keep my vow to her or foBow my own sweet wiB? Always your lover, "Paul Spencee." "The bitters haven't agreed with him' said Lena, when Patty broke the news. "Oh, yes," said Anita, "they have cured him." Of course there was but one reply possible, and Patty sent it. "He never could have loved me," she sighed mournfrBy, " or the patent medicine could have made no differ ence." "He never could have loved aa Bob loves you," Lena ventured. "Bob!" "Yes, Bob. The bitters make no differ ence with him." " I never thought of it But I shaB never marry now." And Patty thought she was quite sincere. But perhaps there is nothing more,soutth,ingvtQ,e lacerated feehngs of a jflted woman tiian je existence; of another lover4ntiio. background. '' It was a year and a half later when Bob brought Patty a foreign letter from the evening mail. He had started on an errand of his own, and waited with beating heart while she read the pages, fearing that he had como on a fools errand after all. "Many waters cannot quench love," wrote Mr. Spencer, "and although I put the Atlan tic between us in obedience to my mother's wiB, I have never ceased to regret Nothing shaB ever come between us again, mein lieb ling; tho happiness of a Bfetime is not to be weighed in the balance with a stupid un considered promise. I shaB leave for Amer ica iu the next steamer, and the future shaB make amends for tho weary months of suf fering and heart-break. I thought I could Hve without you. I was mistaken." " Oh," cried Patty in distress, " he wiB be here, directly." Sho had risen and turned pale. Did she love him stiB? "He takes everything for granted; how can I teB' him.- -I am not his licbling! " "TeB him," said Bob" teB him thafc you belong to me, Patty." ''But, Bob, you have never" "No, I have waited for this. See, I have buUt my houso; it is no longer a castle in, the air," and he unfolded his uncle's promis ed check. " "WiB you write Mr. Spencer thafc you belong to me, Patty ? " "Yes," laughed Patty, blushingbeneathhia kiss; "I wiB tell him that you had courage to take the bitter with the sweet." "After aB," said Lena, "our money came very near wrecking PoBy's happiness." ilfar iT. Prescott, in Our Continent. AT THE GREAT BATTLEFIELD, After looking over the battlefield of Chan cellorsvBlo I went back to the brick house for dinner. During my absence a Bttle red headed man had arrived and he was intro duced by the woman as her brother-in-law. As soon as I came in he began on me. " Yhas you under Sheneral Shackson ia dii fight? " "No." "I teB you dot vhas an awful fight, my frendt Blood poured out shust IB: it vhas raining. Maybe you vhas under Sheneral Lee up der blank road ? " "No, I wasn't" " Not under Lee ? " But dotrSheneral Lee was an awful fighter. Maybe you vhas mifc Early up at Fredericksburgh? " "No." "So? YheB, dot Early he vhas a splendid sheneral, und he Bko to fight aB der time. I feels suro you vhas mit Early. Maybe you vhas mit Hooker, eh ? " "No." " Not mit Hooker down here ? " Den you vhas mit Sedgwick up do road? " "No." " VheB, by goBy ! Not rait Shackson nor Leo not mit Hooker nor Sedgwick! YheB dot beats me aB oafer! " Both of us feB to and began eating and nothing furthor was said, until tho meal was finished and we had gone out to look at some old cannon wheels iu the yard. Then my friend put his hand on my shoulder, low ered hi3 voice, and said: " My friendb, if you vhas not mit Lee, nor Shackson, nor Hooker in dis fight, may be you und me was in der same place ? n " Maybo so. Where were you ? n "IaCanada'hehjsjga; to .. V