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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
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