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THE WORKING WOMAN.
With a whip of many stinging strands,
Need drov her to the mart,
Where Toll'o rude chain enslaved her hands,
' But could not bind her heart.
When the winds outside her casement called,
As they went roaming by,
The prison walls her life enthralled,
She looked on with a sigh;
Jet flowers of word and deed she wreathed
About the bonds she wore.
Forgot at times what air she breathed,
What heavy weights she bore.
When thickening dust filled .all the street
And choked the blinded day,
Her fancy fled where all seas beat;
She felt the cool, salt spray.
Flung by the billows' fluttering hands
Across the weary space
That held her from the shining sands,
Drop kisses on her face.
Dark, flower-lit woods she wandered through,
Sbc heard the wild bird sing,
In sunny haunts where violets blue
Look up to greet the spring.
The city's ha,rsh and deafening sounds
Unheeded round her fell.
When thought o'erstepped the narrow bounds
Of Labor's citadel.
With a woman's tender, loving guile,
She hid her captive mark,
Covered her bruises with a smile,
And sang songs in the dark.
0 world, still slumbering, while Wrong reigns,
Thou art the King, arise I
Release her from her slavish chains,
The Princess in disguise.
Her wanderings long from realm and crown
Leave desolate thy throne;
Receive thy Queen, to her bow down,
And bring her to her own 1
Annie M. Libby, in Vie Woman's Journal.
TRAILING A CRIME.
BY AN ENGLISH EX-DETECTIVE.
I have not a great story of the mar
velous to relate, but what I have to say
possesses the merit of being absolutely
About a dozen years ago complaints
were continuously made to us of repeat
ed robberies from a luggage train,
which at that time was doing service
between London and a certain pro
vincial town which I will call Hubble
ton. Time after time, in spite of the traffic
manager's strictest vigilance, valuable
freight was stolen, and the thief or
thieves remained undetected. The
most mysterious part of the affair was
that not unfrequently the missing
foods consisted of very heavy and dim
erous articles, such, for instance, as
bales of raw wool, heavy pieces of fin
ished woolen cloths, and now and again
bags of logwood, boxes of indigo, &c.
The guards of certain trains were
keenly questioned, their every move
ment was observed in fact the com
pany's own detectives placed the whole
of the servants under the most watch
Still, consignors and consignees con
tinued to complain, dispatched materials
remained undelivered, and, as a conse
quence, the directors were made to
smart pretty sharply in the shape of
It was at this ruinous juncture that
my services were called into requisition.
"Sleeky" (that is the nickname I was
best known by then), said the inspector
to me one mornings "I have got an in
tricate little matter I want you to un
dertake. The ' Grangewood Limited
Liability Company have compromised
that job you have been working, con
sequently you are the only member I
have disengaged at the present mo
ment," He gave me the details of the case,
which I have just recited, suggested a
few important hints, and concluded by
advising me to take a day or two so as
to deliberate my plans for attack.
"Of course you know the importance
of the thing," lie said just before I took
my leave of him, "and if you bring it
to a satisfactory termination, I will take
into consideration the question of ad
vising your promotion:"
I thanked him for his encouraging re
marks, and went away in high hopes of
achieving my promised reward.
Early in the forenoon of the follow
ing day, while the inspector was run
ning through his letters, the clerk ap
prised liim of the visit of a railway port
er, who wished to speak to him on a
subject of dee)) importance.
"Show him m, by nil means.
The porter entered, cap iu hand, and
bowed to Inspector Brown. "'
Ho was a round shouldered, gray
whiskered man of apparently fifty years
"Well, what is it you want, my good
man? Take a sea t"
"Thank you, sir. I've come to tell
you that I think I know who it is that
keeps stealing things from our company,
and if you will senu a man up with mc,
I will give him a wrinkle or two con
What do you know about the mat
ter?" the inspector inquired.
"Well, I have spoken to our foreman,
and ho sent me down to say that I am
ready to help the man you arc going to
send up, that's all."
"Oh, very well. The officer is not in
now. Call aniin to-morrow at ten, and
you shall sec liim. Good-day."
"Good day," I answered, for the
pseudo porter was indeed myself. "Do
you think, inspector, this gctup is good
enough?" I inquired with a smile.
For a moment he was thunderstruck
and stood looking at me in mute aston
ishment Then he burst out in an up
roarious peal of laughter, during which
I made my exit.
My disguise was perfect. I had
undergone a thorough transformation;
gesture, voice and form were changed.
The consummate ability I always pos
sessed in this respect has often been of
incalculable service to me in my prof os
ion. Without it I should have had to
chronicle a few failures in the long list
of my stirring adventures. Coupled
with that as well. I have in me
the faculty of divining the hidden mean
ings of men's hearts, from the fact that
I have closely studied the unerring laws
of physiognomy, and, because of these
and my fearlessness, I was considered
fairly lit to hold my own with any man.
It was growing late in the afternoon,
as I intended it should, when I arrived
at the luggage department of the rail
way whose name, for obvious reasons,
I am not at liberty to disclose, and,
after blundering for some time among
long lines of trucks, and scrambling
over mountains of miscellaneous goods,
I came upon the dimly lit sanctum of
Mr. Fignns, the general manager of the
traffic. I knocked at the door, and re
sponsive to the gruff voice of that indi
Barely had I closed the door behind
me, before Mr. Figgins, buried at his
desk among ledgers, letters, and way
bills, turned bluntly upon me.
"What's the matter now? Another
squabble among you eh?"
"Not exactly, sir," I said. "I wish
to have a little talk with you about the
robberies that have been taking place
for some time past "
"Oh, you do, eh? Well, what can
you tell me about them?"
And Mr. Figrins, eyeing me most
critically, suddenly assumed a very se
rious and injured air.
I saw from his manner that nothing
could be gained by longer "beating
about the bush," so I revealed myself to
Mr. Figgins by promptly handing him
"Well, bless my soul!" exclaimed the
manager, looking first at my name and
then at mc, his feelings alternating the
while between surprise and suspicion.
"And are you really the man I sent for
to root out these thefts?"
"The same," I said.
"You surprise me. I could have
sworn you were one of my own work
men." "So much the better for my plans,
Mr. Figgins. You are loading the
trucks for Yorkshire to-night, I under
"Good ! I want you then to be
kind enough to introduce me to your
foreman. Is he to be relied upon?"
"I have every confidence in him, ".re
plied Mr. Figgins.
"Can he be safely trusted with my
"After a few words Jto him from me
"Very good. That will be of valua
ble service to me. And now you may
send for him, if it is convenient for you
to do so. One moment, though, Mr.
Figgins, please. What time is the train
to start to-night?"
"And is due at llubblcton at "
"Six fifty a. in.," responded the man
Furnished with these particulars and
assisted by Mr. Figgins and his fore
man, 1 went to work with a will.
The process of loading was a long and
arduous one. The train was heavily
freighted with wool, iron ore, sperm
oil, &c, and it was close upon 10
o'clock before our labor was ended.
The wagon numbers had been enter-
I ed, the goods registered on the way
At that moment, I lifted my lioad for
ward, and perceived the first'faint dawn
of day peering from the eastern sky.
There was "just enough light, indeed,
to show me a low, wooden hut at the
entrance of a tunnel, whose heights wero
crowned by very steep and jagged rock.
"Something in the way, surely," I
muttered as I resumed my now cosy cor
ner of the wagon. Barely was I settled
there, however, before the door that was
farthest from me was opened, and two
men climbed on the piled up wool.
"Look alive, Harry!" said one of them,
whom I recognized as the guard. "We
are twenty minutes bchinu time. Had
an accident on the road. There, have
you got it all right?"
"Ay, ay; let go!"
And down went a bag of wool.
The door was closed again, when,
with the agility of a panther I sprang
out and, just a the train was set in mo
tion, cleared fue six foot way on the op
I Hung myself flat in a ditch, from
which I could dimly see the wooden hut
The guard's van had just vanished in
the dark bowels of the mountain, when
I saw the form of a man disappearing in
the hut, pushing the stolen wool before
About ten minutes elapsed. A grayer
light suffused the earth, and still I lay
My patience was soon rewarded. The
same man came forth again bearing a
great gray ba, pannicrwise, across Iiis
shoulders, and I saw him enter a wind
ing footpatch from behind the hut, evi
dently with the intention of disposing of
I dogged his footsteps as sleekly as an
Indian trails his foe.
But the feat was by no means an easy
one of achievement. All the care and
ingenuity I could command was taxed to
their fullest capacity, for there was I, in
the uniform of a railway porter, with
country surroundings strange to me as
Abyssinian wilds, and to make things
worse, the day dawn grew gradually
more and more unfavorable to the car
rying out of my designs.
Twice during our journey my victim
laid his cumbrous burden down, and
immediately this was done, I had to lie
full length upon the ground to avoid the
possibility of his detecting me. And in
this manner I pursued my man for a
distance of at least two iong, dreary
Then, when we had emerged from a
pathless meadow; he stood stone still for
a moment, looked sharply around in
every direction, and entered a dilapidat
ed looking factory situated on the high
road leading to the sleeping village of
I was satisfied he had another accom
plice here because he used no key, but
merely lifted the ponderous latch of the
door and lugged his burden in.
No sooner had lie disappeared from
view than I ran with wild haste after
liim, and, placing my ear against the
closed door, heard the sound of his foot
steps vanishing upon the steep staircase,
that led to the room above.
Fortunately for my plans, he had not
turned the lock against mc, so I noise
lessly followed him in.
For a few moments I hesitated what
to do. Then the thought struck me to
take off my boots and mount the rickety
stairs. It was a risky thing to do, but
how else was I to prove the substantial
ity of the charge 1 intended to make
against him if I did not pounce upon the
culprit while the stolen goods were in
his hands? I groped my way along
the darkness of the lobby, and leaving
my boots behind me, began the ascent.
The steps were worn and wooden, yet
all went well with me until I reached
the thirl one from the landing, when,
to my chagrin, aloud creak followed the
pressure of my foot.
Simultaneously with the sound came
the startled whisper of a voice not far
from me, which caused mc to halt and
"Hush! What was that?"
"I don't know," was the gruff re
sponse. "But I'll swear I heard some
thing." , The dim light that was struggling
through a latticed window of the room
shown full upon me thus making my
discovery absolutely certain to anyone
who chose to approach me.
At this critical juncture 1 rushed for
ward, and t he next instant confronted
the two men creeping on tiptoe toward
the edge of the landing a.bovo me, and I
saw the stolen wool lying at their feet.
Contrary to my expectation, they offer
ed no resistance to me when 1 told
them I was a detective, and charged
them one with stealing and tho other
with receiving stolen goods.
A few days afterward I had the sat
isfaction of bringing live men to the bar
of justice. Tlicso wero the guard, driver
and stoker of the train, with the actual
thief and receiver.
They were condemned to various
terms of imprisonment, tho latter cul
prit receiving tho heaviest sentence of
them all. He was a small mill owner
and had but recently escaped tho jail
for an act of fraudulent bankruptcy.
arranged in the
A Euchre Party.
Tho tables were
largo parlors, so that there was quite a
distanco between the head table and tho
three others. The booby table repre
sented France, and was covered with a
handsome Farisan mat. The playing
cards were beautifully pictured, repre
senting court jesters and theatrical cel
ebrities. Here bonbons were distrib
uted which contained fools' caps. Tho
conversation was carried on entirely in
French. The third table was designat
ed Germany. The lucky couple who
were at the booby table then traveled
from France to Germany. Like tho
last table, everything used' was charac
teristic of the country. Tho playing
cards were quite patriotic, the kings and
queen's of the past generation being ar
tistically executed on them. Of course,
a change language was necessary, and
those not proficient, were compelled,
like many poor tourists.to trust to luck.
The table, from Berlin, was embroider
ed most accurately, displaying a pack
of cards thrown carelessly on the table.
Several gentlemen who attempted to
pick up some of them can testify how
natural they were. Next the lucky
tourists crossed the channel and landed
in England, the second table. A huge
oak card-table and straight back chairs
were used. The playing cards were
gorgeously illustrated, representing
scenes in the Indian and Egyptian cam
paigns. A servant was in constant at
tendance to carry off the numerous h's
that were constantly dropped "Arts
are trumps?" "'Ave you played?" etc.,
were popular querrics. Here the con
versation was mostly on the departure
of steamers for America, and many were
the speculations as to which couple
would make the voyage. Home at
last!" was heard when the delighted
travelers had crossed the Atlantic after
a farewell to old England and their dis
appointed opponents. America, the
prize table, situated in the back parlor,
were decorated with the stars and stripes
and the cards were a picotrial description
of tho discovery of America.
At last our excited tourists breathed a
sigh of relief, and talked to their heart's
content. The winners at this table wero
only too glad to remain, but the unfor
tunate losers were compelled, like the
Wandering Jew to "move on." The
guests were bewildered and delighted,
for the details of the game were perfect
and the eifect most happy. As the first
game at the head of the table was con
cluded, the Swiss clock chimed in with
'Cuckoo, Cuckoo," which became the
victor's trumph cry during the evening.
The badges were made of birch bark,
upon which the aces, duces, trays and
fours were worked in many colored
straws. The prizes were collected dur
ing a long trip abroad, and were .most
tasteful souvenirs. Cincinnati Qrapli-
How to Pronounce uMikado."
How do you pronounce "Mikado P"
The historian lias heard the following
seven distinct and separate tlyles:
With sixteen preoinls to hear from,
A Japanese school teaching the correct
pronunciation of the name might be in
troduced with eifect in tho presentation
of the "Mikado," or else the "three,
little maids from school" might be
made to discuss it as a side issue,
Tho correct expression of course, is
"Mili-kah-dough," laying an equal'
stress on each syllable. To philologists
his will be what is technically known
s a "chestnut." Host on Jlccord.
"I sometimes think," says Ella Wheeler
Wilcox hi lier new novel, "that God must be
a woman, lie is expected to forgive somueh."