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THE MORNUsTG TIMffS, STJSTPAY, JANUARY 31, 1897 s Of A ILUi ,By GEORGE P. ORMSBY " Tou have oroKen your doll, I know." James Whitcomb Uilcy. The -wind i s lnishcd over the pale, dying wild roses ota 13ar Harbor hedge near me "June roses" that have awakened too late and are dropping to pieces as with fright at the bold, glaring red and yellow August flower-neighbors about them. The air scarcely stirs the ivy tliat climbs up the pillar or the veranda on which 1 linger. Fo that it cannot be a sway ivt. i c i gli which gives an Impression of something beckoning down an avenue of great chi-j-tnut trees to the left a quiet, untraveled way that leads to an unvisited canoe wharf. Nobody cares to go there any more; like the little girl's broken "teaset blue and playhouse to .," it is or the "things of the long ago"; yet a watchful gioap of stalks Willi the rtature or human beings and with oval faces of quaint wan blossom-clusters waiting by the side or this unpopular road, appear to grow very wugular in their motionless, expectant attitude as twilight comes. To the right is a broad, sloping green lawn, on which lie prostrate the long, black in ages or the very high "white" beeches beyond. There is Minsct gold in the deep El.rubbery which begins at the fool of the piazza steps and in the tops of weeping H'ruces. In the distance arc dark emerald Islands, with that restless stealthy level called "Frenchman's Day'' a &apphirelevel which changes to amaranth as the sun sinks low. It is only now that the earth grows gentle and tender as it watches tin- day leave it. Generally there is a tharp. fierce glitter over the face of the laud a landscape which is like a woman-face unshadowed by a cross, unsoftcned by faith, unglorified by renunciation. To its granite breat-t the deep-breathing sea moves forward with whispers, but sweeps back sighing. About the feminine brow are the tresses of feathery larch and fir, with jewel-gleams of birches, pearl, ruby and topaz-yellow; and there lb an effectrrom azure liiountaln vistas like that Iron cold blue eyes. But the cold blue gaze softens at evening to a pensive violet; cliffs faintly flush, valleys darken meditatively, instruments of melody unfamiliar to visible fingers are touched, and tiie witch hazels rustle softly in the mysterious atmosphere with the delicacy of Chopin's music. The dust returns to earth as It wrrs, and the rest uato God who gave it- Universal spirit lives everywheie, in the murmms of Use trees, in the love expressed in the -warm tints or the sunset. -May not some thing else live with it, blending with Omni presence tn this clinging ivy? Is their lire wholly spiritual? Slay they not have an othcr-worid skill and deftness in dealing with "material," when some fading crimson streak is dimmest in the western sky, in re-combining their former dust and vapor momentarily in the dusky uncertainty into a likeness of their former self? Do tliey never greet our senses with one loving glimpse only our reason? My memory is busy with ilcEdelssohnV exquisite "All seems dead when she's away, Tueaf and blossom faded '' -and with a symphony intertwining with this, as in Bach's fugues two airs in termingle. This symphony interwove llwlf into the world more recently than the teuel tree's, and I run over Its sentimental ' There, littl girl, don't cry, Tliej have broken your slate, I know; Ami tne glad wilu ways or your fcciioolgirl davs, Are things or the long ago; .But lire au.J love will soon come by" here reminiscences or Mr. Riley's poem and Mendelssohn abruptly desert me. 1 im conscious only orinky shades and glooms Skulking in tiie abysses or Thunder Moun tain, gorges filling with umbras, a night blooming flower near awakening with a curesbing. wild, indefinite lrngraiice, and In the long empty avenue's diminishing perspective two rigures coming silently into view. One is a girl In a pink dancing dress, with the precision and charm or txime beautirul grace or sculpture ;the other a man in cloudy gray. Overtliesere leaves which the late summer gales have scattered upon the gravel they go without an au diMc rootTall. Tiie elegant leaves or the castanea are whisperless above them the warm green leaves or Salvator Rosa's fa xoritetrees;perhapstlicspirit or the wicked old master or the uncannily picturesque in landscape painting is among their massive ovate trunks, conjuring up one or ins haunted scenes. Here and there in the foliage arches are broad, clca r spaces, which the red flare or the vermilion disk loiter ing among the purple summits, rills with ruddy erfulgence. "Lire and Love" are passing by. And the waiting groups of tall stalks teem to have had their pallid faces startled into phantom brilliancy. I look Tor the. two gaunt late-afternoon eclipses whose lengthening shapes should be gliding at the side or the stroll ing couple, lurking among the hydrangeas, syringa bushes and snowdrops that skirt the border. None are there; yet the girl's bright, brown hair, straight, Greek brow, gay, careless smile and moulded chin, are alias certain in space as chiseled marble; bo clear cut as to stand out rrom her vague companion like a head suspended in air. "Why does she cast no shadow? It was she who sang for me Mendelssohn, and, on that last forenoon, that about "childish troubles will soon pass by;"' then came the twilight hop here, and then the lunnse! When a snowflake melts into invjsibility, it is still somewhere, with a capacity for rejoicing the world" again? 1 glance at the rocks where the canoe was found bcttomside up in tiie early morning afterward. They are pea eeful.slcepy, dingy brown reefs, commonplace, witii hardly n speck of roam; but out or their muttering I seem m distinguish what sounds like "have broken your heart, I know," and some gurgling jingle concerning "fairy gleams youthful dreams things of the long ago." was that a graud-plano keep Ing accompaniment or reverberations from tills hollow, shut-up house? an echo which started three years back and whose sound-waves are moving somewhere on into eternal space to be overtaken by our souls hereafter? It is only an instant that I listen to the gibberi ng o f th c rocks , and watch the bro wn bea-wced rising and sprawling; the weed feedson drowned mud drownedthings gen erally. When I lookback the ghost-walk is vacant. They have gone these two mere iigures of mist, with a rainbow's scarlet ine this Illusion of sundown, vapor, re fraction, and that arch-sculptor, Memory. Or do the hour and place foini a photo graph gallery, which "spirits" wise from the post-graduate art-school of heaven know how to use? At leasttuereis no more trace or her now than a departed rainbow. They became affiinUes or melted haze and the night and the Unknown three years ago, disappearing in the flesh forever on tins avenue toward the wharf; 'he in omi nous gray; she. glittering in her diamonds and something like a pink dawn with the mocking branches of Salvator Rosa's trees interlaced above the two in fineTdistorted lines on a crimson sky. Lucifer had hung his wedding wreatlis over tnem. The nextmorntnga man's hat was discoverd, going out with the ebb, bobbing and bowing to tiie dredgers for tiie bodies. Nothing wasever found of her. The Bar Harbor tides chant trist Wagnerian harmonics by the dark-green, pine-crowned Islands and shewasfondor German opera. She is attending it rather longer tiiau usual, in her roseate ball gown and dia monds, among the fishes sonurwbere atthe bottom of Fronchman'sEay. The lullaby of the currents, low and interrupted, come to me through the sylvan interval with UlO broken sweetness of Isolde's death song. But there was a time when the song had not overmastered her, when her fingers flew over the technical difficulties of Liszt's transcription of it, from "Wagner's "Tristan," like a bird over the Himalayas. And Chopin with her, those breezy Etudes of his especially, would have directed your fancies toward the tree-tops to where prayer goes. Altogether, she was like the immovable earth, with its bird carols and wild woodland witchery, while he was as blue as the beseeching sea. She did not care for him; there wassomcone else, and she sang "Heaven holds all for which you sigh" very earnestly. Earthquakes and storms, however, change ordinary condi tions; being bottled up and labeled "Cham pagne," they were uncorked at the hop on tills ivy-garlanded verandah, and in the now vacant, spider-webbed parlor behind me. This house-to-lct has been solemnly temperate since; atlcast tw of the dancers have vanished back Into the earth and sea. The wind Is rising? It brings strange voices from the laurel shrubbery; shadows schottische and waltz about the verandah and peer in the windows of the dusty ball room; hills wane beneath the vast fading sky; forests lose color, and fields grow dim; a shiver runs through the neglected grasses, and down the shadowed lane something goes silent, secret, swift to where the ocean hums Isolde's love song. As to what this is I suspend judgment; also as to whether she is somewhere In Space or only in Time; "beyond theutars," or only on the other side of Tester Jay. Ever since the Erl Tvlng set the fashion streaks or vapor have been in vogue with artistic entities or the unseen, and these wreaths of fog that go wandering about Bar Harbor are very capable ot manipula tion by the disembodied that wish to dress up in them and "manifest" themselves, more than are lilies, daisies, honeysuckles and such otlier transformations of human dust. Yet ho wthese tardily a wakened "June roses"' gaze at me! Has her soul ltlswith this psychic presence which Inter-penetrates all things cnteied into them for one sweet moment? The glistening drops that are on their pink petals now is it the evening dew? There, little girl, don't cry. SUNDAY NEWSPAPERS. Mr. MaeQueen Points Out now They Can Get Alous Together. Rev. Peter MaeQueen, a Congregational pastor, of Boston, was interviewed the other day on his opinion of Sunday news papers, and when asked: "'Do you think speaking against them does any good?" he replied: 'There" Is just the point. So many people make a reputation tnese days by simply railing against something that is no temptation to them. A man with a wooden leg can well afrord to rail against the evils or dancing, ir you get up and attack anything these days, you will pass ror something good and great. The ractis, we are in a new age, and it has new vices, and the mass of people have not yet found out Just what the sins or our day arc, hut ihcy are looking ror them, and ir anybody comes along and says: "Here they are; the evils of our day and their panaceas,' then everybody is ready to believe. Many peo pie stay at home rrom church. It'sa bad thing to do. "Somebody then cries out: 'The Sunday newspaper, the vile Sunday bheet that is what Is emptying our churchca!' "Now, to tell you the truth, I cannot much respect a man who has no more soul than to Torsakc the church' entirely in these days, when the church never had bet ter music, better ministers, belter deacons, better members never was nearer the heart or God and the life of Christ. And if I saw him lounging with a Sunday paper Tom nnd Engineer I should be inclined to think hard or him. But the ractis, the man has a malady far deeper than his paper and "his cigar. The flush on a man's cneek wneu lie tias heai t disease would never kill him. This un godly Sunday newspaper man has a wast ing Might which comes from a deliberate attempt at spiritual suicide, and not from his editor. Clean the hearts or this gen eration and the church and newspaper shall dwell together is brethren should." "Mrs. Lincoln's Zouaves." Julia Taft Bayne, in February St. Nicho las, describes the pranks or "Willie and Tad Lincoln" in tiie White House. The President's sons weie playmates of her brother, "Budd." Mrs Bayne writes: About' this time they formed a military company callcd"Mrs. Lincoln's Zouaves." She gave them a flag, and they were reviewed by the President from the portico. The Secre tary of War promised to furnish light (con demned) rifles, but I do not reniember whether they were "ever armed or not, for the company dwindled until it was' like Artemus Ward's "all officers." Willie was colonel, Budd major, nudllallycaptam, while Tad refused every rank but that of drum-major. The officers had old-fashioned swords, given them cither by the Seerctary or War or by Gen. McClellan. They spent a ' great deal of time on the rlat copper roof of the White House. I' was surrounded by a stone balustrade, and here they built a cabin. The roof wa3 by turns a "fort" and a "quarter-deck." They used to raise and lower the flag with due ceremony, and look for "strange sail" through a spyglass. Life Insurance Ut-.efi. Mr. Mann Carrie, 1 have had my life in sured tor $10,000 today. Mrs. Mann How good of you! Now, there's nothing to prevent our taking that, trip to Europe next summer, Is there? Our expenses won't make much of a hole in so much money as that.- Boston Transcript, Ato "With a Knife. Insalubrious Combination: "The new sword swailower eats pie with a knire," whispered the infant marvel when the lec turer had gone to the other end of the curio hall. "Ho mist have a stomach like .an os tnch."obs.ervedtlielivingskeleton. Detroit Journal. THIS CUT HfELHG IjUUUj Six Hundred and Seventy-live Tiiousand Already Covered by Old Tom of the Alameda. Here is n cat that is striving to make a unique record. To cover 1,000,000 miles is the goal or Its ambition , and that or Its owner, Ohier Engineer A. D. Little, or the steamer Alameda, or the Oceanic Line. It is the most widely traveled cat In the world. Up to the present time Torn has covered a distance or 675,000 miles, and both he and his master are livingin the hope that he will be able to reach the million mark. Incidentally, Tom lias had many strango experiences. He has been bat tered about and laid on the sick llbt more than once, but never has this prevented him from continuing- his travels. Tom has done most of his journeyingson the Alameda, on board of which Mr. Little has sailed as chief engineer for over thirteon years. The Alameda piles between San Francisco, New Zealand, Hawaii and Australia, and at every port whore the vessel touches Tom is as well-known as the oldest salt in the, service. There are dozens of persons interested in him, and many or them keep a record or the miles lie travels, adding to the score whenever the famous old feline reaches port. On the water front at San Francisco Tom Is as well-known In fact, better than the oldest policeman on the beat, and surely twice as well liked, and at Honolulu, Apia, Auckland and Sydney he Is first favor ite with all who frequent the docks. It was not until Tom had been at sea for ten years that Mr. Little began to rigure up the number of riillcs he had covered, but since that time he has kept a careful record, and at the close or the last voyage, when it was discovered that Tom had covered a distance of 675,000 miles, there was general feasting among the crew. From the moment that Tom boarded the Alameda he kept to himself. No amount of coaxing could make him friendly. He would not allow anyone to pick him up, and, if any of the sailors tried to stroke him, he would dart off and dis appear for a couple of dnys. Then he would renew his crusade among the rats. This was the case on the first voyage that Tom took. One day he happened to chase a monster rat into the galley. In his anxiety to catch his foe Tom jumped on the stove. His feet were badly burned, and with a howl or pain he rushed out of the galley and stowed himself away In the 'tween decks. Engineer Little started for him, groping nmong' the cargo for several hours, at last finding him writh ing in pain between two barrels. Little picked up the cat and took him to his room, dressing his feet, with vaseline every day until they were cureil, aud from that time Tom has been friendly to the chief engineer. Of late years Tom has acted as sentinel atthe door of Engineer Little's stateroom, but there is something paradoxical about his methods. He will kill every rat that dares to make a n appearance, but if he ends the life of one anywhere else on the ship the first thing he does is to deposit tiie carcass at Mr. Little's door. This wondcrrul traveling cat is sagacious in other ways. He knows the sound or u flying rish. and never one Talis on the deck that does not rind its way to the chief engineer's door. Flying rish are consid ered a delicacy at sea, but Tom is always rewarded for his faithfulness by being al lowed to eat his captive. The only anuoy- Little of tbe S. S. Alnninda ing part about this peculiarity of Tom's is that lie will orten crawl upon Mr. Little's bed and awaken him if he has a victim's body to display. Tom has never missed a sailing day. He is too anxious to travel. In his younger days he used to go ashore a great deal, and sometimes he stayed a way Tor a day or two at a tune, but he always showed up at muster on sailing day. Mr. Little has al ways been at a loss to know how the cat seemed to realize that the ship was about to sail, but the fact remains that he did so. and does so still. COSTLY HALLS BY TIIE RICH. The Rainsfordlnterview Which Has Caused Discussion In New York. Here is the Rev. Dr. Rainford's inter view, which, being applied to the coming costume ball ot Mrs. Bradley-Martin, has stirred up discussion in New York on the giving or elaborate and expensive enter tainments by the rich: "I believe that the giving of lavish enter tainments by the rich is at this time polit ically, socially and ethically unwise. I do not wish to be understood as.condemning any persons, or warniugagainstany partic ular entertainment. I speak generally, and because I believe that those who have wealth should not at this time give the' demagogues assistance in spreading the reeling ot' discontent among the poor. "The political importance or New York is threatened by the attacks whicli have been made upon her in the West, and ostenta tious entertainments and extravagance would furnish fresli texts for other at tacks. "1 think" the commanding political im portance of New York has decreased in the last fifteen years, and I think the time has come for something to be done that will check, instead of increasing, this loss of influence. A large part of the country's population is crying out against existing social conditions, and ostentatious display here in the East would only widen the breach between this .suction and the West. "Never were the lines between the two classes, those who have wealth and those who envy them more distinctly drawn. o longer ago than November 3, more than 6,000,(100 persons expressed their eon Yictjoa that the existing conditions were unsatisfactorily, Whether we like It or ' not, it is an InconFrovertible fact that u largo portion of oujkridpSlatlon is discon tented, and does noTeslijc to expresB its feelings. Extra vagajitentlrtalnmcntsdraw attention to and,acceniuate existing Eoclal difference and to'thc jjvidenlnE chasm be tween the rich andjpoor. "With want on every side, contributions to charitable societies decreasing, and ap plicatlons for aid increasing.lt Is most un wise now to- offer- tests to social dema gogues and political extremists by ostenta tious display. "I believe in social entertainments; but there should be a rea'sonable limit to dis play and a roasonable'tlrhe chosen for it. Money is not the root of evil; the love of money Is. That text Is directed against the envious poor man as well as against the selfish rich man. To gratuitously increase discontent by accentuating the poverty of the unfottunate in such days as these is an action greatly to be deplored." KLECTKICIJY AND ADVEHSITY. Dr. Hell on Several 'Carious Present-Day Phenomena. . The hard times do not appear to havcTc tarded the growth of the electrical indus try. In the Engineering Magazine Dr. Louis Bell says: "It is hard, indeed, to es timate the growth of electric motlvo power during the last decade. In place of -the little group of struggling electric roads of ten years ago we have today very nearly 13,000 miles of traok equipped with not less than 30,000 motor cars. The rail motors in uso aggregate fully 1,000,000 horso power, and the generating plants close to 500,000. "During the year Just past about 1,900 miles of electric railway track have been built and nearly 5,000 motor cars have been added to the equipment list. This Increase means an aggregate investment of sonie thingliko $35,000,000 a prodigloussum to be added to a single Industry in a year added to the equipmentllst. This increase means an aggregate investment or some thing like $35,000,000 a prodigious sum to be added to a bingle industry hi a year that lias been rar rrom prosperous. "Or stationary electric motors, the num ber defies exact calculation, In so many directions and rrom so many sources lias the growth extended. A single plant In New York city carries nearly 10,000 horse power In motors upon Its circuits and the aggregate or those thus operated rrom cen tral stations primarily intended for light ing certainly reaches 100,000 horse-power. Those operated by scattered stations and power transmission plants and used in miscellaneous ways, bring the probable total amount or power, to 25,000 horse power. Including railway work, It is safe to'bay that the gross power or the electric motors used in the United States is at pres ent not less than 1,250,000 horse-power, or power transmission plants proper, Inaug urated mainly ror minor purposes, there are now probably 150 about 100 of them using the modern polyphase systems, which, by simplifying the question of dis tribution, have mndu power transmission practicable. A scorej of 'thQsc plants trans mit power ten miles or more and half a dozen over twenty miles. ' "The secret or this astonishing growth lies in the simple fact that capital will be invested to effect certain-retrenchment, even when it cannot' be 6btalned for any other purposes I n , prosperity men will work harder to make a'dollar than to save one; in adversity this tendency Is re versed." INGEHSOLTi'S IDEAtJ CHURCH. It "Would lie LurgOv'and Rather- So-, ciable and NoTielHii Its "Ways. Col. Robert G.,.Ingersjllm hi? lecture on "How lb IteJorllntKJndA; describes his ideal church ar'fSltfrs?T!dur churcheSr for the most part, ar,& )l6?ed during the. week, being used only.a part or one day in seven. No one wishes' o destroy the churches or church organizations. The only desire is that they shall accomplish sub stantial good for the world. In muuy of our small towns towns of 3,000 or 1,000 .people will be found four or five churches, sometimes more. "Now, it seems to me, that it would be far better for the people of a town having a population of 4,000 or 5,000 to have one church, and the edifice should be or use, not only on Sunday, but on every other day of the week. In this building should be the library or thetown. It should be the clubhouse or the people, where they could find the principal newspapers and periodi cals of the world. Its auditorium should be like a theater. Plays should be present ed by iiome talent; an orchestra formed, music cultivated. The people should meet there at any time they desire. The women could carry their knitting and sew ing; and connected with it should be rooms for the playing of games, billiards, cards and chess. Everything should be made as agreeable as possible. The citizens should take pride in this building. They should adorn its niches with statues and its walls with pictures. It should be the Intellectual center. They should employ a gentleman of ability, possibly of genius, to address them on Sundajs on subjectsthat would be of real Interest, of real importance." WHITE HOUSE ILYND-SHAKLNG. A Sugire&tionTlin-eSIny Help Relieve the Tired Occupants. . (From the Boston Advertiser.) The question of hand-shaking at Pres idential receptions springs up with new energy about the time or a new Presi dent's inauguration. Somebody takes upon him to say that Mrs. McKinley Intends to sit in a rocking chair holding a bunch of roses in her lap during thPse White House functions. Whatever she may now intend, she will do nothing of that sort, unless fouiebody can invent a machine or suggest a metl.o'l for satisfying the dear public in tomepther way than bj the time 1 o:iored pump-handle exercise. We offer this plan: Have an electric battery in the reception room; let the President and his wife either stand or sit, as they choose, or" do the one and the other, alternateljj'gpt them main tain a contact with tne battery, holding each other's hand; tlTe!" let the butler the coachman, the fo.qtrnau, the head took, the chaiubermaidjtjtjje nursery gov erness and the otherejiiployeR of the Presidential mansion tjake turns in shak ing hands with the public, being careful all the while when pressing the palm or a visiting statesman wih,jthc right' hand to maintain a McKinley Jiand grasp with the left. In that wayqyery participant in the reception will Receive an electric sl.ork" that will be warranted to have in the course c?r its prOgfesS-thrilled the nerves and emanated ffcrrti the person of President and Mrs. aftKInley. If the electrical enefgy is kept suffi ciently mild the di.'JiiVgiised host and hostess will experience no 111 effects; they will be relieved fio:n the intolera ble bmden of shaking innumerable hands; aud. c'oubtless, every one who attends a White House reception -will be pleased and gratified. To He Called at Eight. Landlady Then you would like to be calledatS, sir. New Lodger (with retiiing allowance) Well, no", not exactly called, don't you know; butthe,girl might mention the time then, quietly very quietly, in case 1 should be aslep. Fun. Couldr, Odd .lobs Briggs Simmrjioon, the inventor, sajs his wiie doi'sit teven, know what "business he is in.- G-riggs Why has he concealed it from her'lf BUggs-He 14 afraid she might get thoinpression that he could do odd jobstfroinid the house.HLire. X Consumption Can hi iTr tJIJI IL . ' - utt " "' - I 1 . ' w m ' rr r . ' hi - r. k - if f r T : w a w I i - A , -. f. ia ' J i (A scone in the Slocum Laboratory, illustrating the merits of his newly discovered System of IMedicine for Consumption.) Nothing could be fairer, more philanthropic or carry more joy to the afflicted than the generous offer of the honored and distinguished chemist, T. A. Slocum, of New York City and London. He has discovered a reliable and absolute cure for consumption, and all bronchial, throat, lung and: chest diseases, catarrhal affections, general decline and weakness, loss of flesh and all conditions of wasting; away; and to make its great merits known, will send THREE FREE BOTTLES of his newly discovered remedies to any afflicted reader of THE WASHINGTON TIMES- Already his "new scientific system of medicine" has permanently cured thousands of apparently hopeless cases by its timely use. The doctor considers it his professional duty a duty which he owes to suffering humanity to donate his infallible cure to all afflicted. He has proved the dreaded consumption to be a curable disease beyond a doubt, in any climate, and has on file in his American and European laboratories, thousands of heartfelt "testimonials of gratitude'' from those benefited and cured in all parts of the world. Catarrhal and pulmonary troubles lead to consumption, and consumption uninterrupted means speedy and certain death. Don't delay until it is too late. Simply write T. A. Slocum, M. C., gS Pine Street, New York, giving express and post-office address, aud the free medicine will be promptly sent. Every sufferer should take advantage of this most liberal proposition. Please tell the Doctor you saw his offer in THE WASHINGTON TIMES. The Newsboy's Investment By ANNA B. PATTEX. Clinton R. Forbes had expressed his views quite forcibly on the newsboy ques tion. Not only that, but he had used his influence, as a prominent banker, to make the law an assured fact. Surely the liible set aside Sunday as a day of rest. but how could oneobcysuch an injunction when his sleep was disturbed at an early hour by the shrill shout of "those street gamins?" Aa for convenience, that was but a trifle. One had but to order his paper from the newsdealer. So the following Saturday Mr. Forbes left the office with a pleased sense of having ac complished his duty, and took ms way homeward to sleep the sleep of the just. The -next day was dull and cloudy. A misty .rain was falling, and the newsboys dragged along the slippery asphalt, with lagging step and countenances that har monized with the lowerlug atmosphere. There was no piping cry of "Mornln pap'rs yere Sun'ay Times!" Perhaps that was the reason Sir. Forbes slumbered on m heavily. He awoke with a start and raised himself, involuntarily, to listen for -the ramlllar sound. Then he recollected and sank back on the pillow with a muttered exclamation, tor he suddenly remembered, too, that In his haste to fill an appoint ment he had neglected to slip Into the newsdealer'sandorderhls paper. He leaned over and gave a glance at the watch. One o'clock 1 How had he ever slept so late? He dressed hurriedly and went down stairs, to find the breakfast cold and unpalatable "Did you get the morning paper?" he asked, almost gruffly, of his wife. "Paper? No, dear. It is strange, but I have not heard a single newsboy this morning." Sirs. Forbes was a bright, pretty little woman, but she never concerned herself with the questions ot the day, either local or national. "Well, send someone out for one as quick as you can," this time Sir. Forbes' tone was rar from pleasing. His wife looked at him reproachfully. "Whom shalll send, dear? Thisis John's afternoon off. and I let Philip go over to his Uncle Nat's, (i. -tiff; i and poor Ned is hick in bed with a tooth ache." Sir. Forbes came very near using a strong term , that wivs not In keeping with tho sacred day, but ho refrained. He would have to leave his warm fire, and go out In the rain! Just then there was a peal at tho doorbell, and Koran brought in the familiar yellow-brown envelope, that strikes such a chill to feminine hearts. Mr. Forbes broke it open with an angry jerk. He read: "Meet me at the Astor House, at 9:30, Sunday night, without fail. Important business. , JIIVERS." So this was the day of rest he had planned for himself. He had barely time, now, to catch the 3:15 train. It was a very choleric-looking gentle man who stood on the street corner, an hour later, gesticulating with his umbrella to the car-driver. The rain was coming down in torrents. There was only cue other occupant of the car a rotuud colored woman, who sat in the farther corner. Just as the conductor came forward for ills fare a little newsboy vaulted ou, the platform with a package of papers under his arm. Sir. Forbes beckoned to him eagerly. "Hi, there, boy! Give me a Tlnjts.-i' and he plunged his hand Into Ms pocket .-rs I for the required change, but it was nofc A NEW TRIUMPH. Convincing Free Offer of an Eminent New York City Chemist and Scientist. forthcoming. One pocket after another was investigated, while the conductor and the newsboy -stood attention. "By George! I believe I've left my pocketbook at home," he ejaculated in dismay. The newsboy passed on a nlck'bl to the conductor with the air of a financier. Never mind, boss, I'll pay yer fare. Hcre'syorpaper. Yereanpaymetermorrer. My name's Tim Cronin, an' I live at 23 Burnt alley. Every one knows me. they does!" Tho conductor winked slyly at the banker as lie punctured the fare, but the urchin went on glibly. "Yer needn't take no 'count uv that! Yer see, terday I'm one uv them men on the change they tells 'bout. Week-days I couldn't dolt. Sun days I makes more. I alters getsSla bacon Sundays: week-days we Jest has tater. I thought I might save 'nuff ter have chops soon, but they've stopped us singin' out tho papers, an' I ain't made but 50 cents siuce 9 o'clock!" Mr. Forbes lookedat the small lad, who had already heaped coals ot fire on his head, with a deprecating air: "Do you want to make some money, my boy?" he. asked briefly. "'Yon bet!" was Tim's emphatic re joinder. Mr. Forbes took a note book out of his pocket and scribbled a few lines. Uear Wife: Get my purse out or the pepper and salt trousers, in the left hand corner or my wardrobe, and send it hy this boy. He is honest, I think. When John comes back, send him to No. 23 Burnt Alley with the best dinner vou and Norah can scrape together. Will explain later. "There!" he said, as he placed this note in the grimy hand ot his messenger. "Take that to Rhode Island avenue, and If you bring the answer to the Fenu sylvania depot in time for the 3:15"traln I will pay you well. Take car, cab, or anything you like, as long as you get there in time!" The boy had vanished. "Queer kid," said the conductor, as he gazed after the flying figure; "but they've got the right ot it. It's plaguey mean of them as only has to lie in bed and take it easy, to begrudge them small fry what little savings they can muster. I take It you ain't one ot them kind?" Mr. Forbes had felt very" small when he had placed his hand in his pocket and found it empty. For one moment he had experienced the vacuum to which Tim was never a stranger. After the con ductor's remark he felt even smaller. Supposing his bank should fail tomorrow, or liis dividends cease to make returns. They were only the creatures ot circum stances after all. Poor shabby Tim had little to work upon. Then a transition of feeling took place. Was he not imprudent to trust the boy? It was a great tempta tion. Whatever had induced him to take such risks? He might have gone Into a tele graph office or sent a districtmessengor;but then the chance, of being too late; there had hardly been a minute to decide. He paced up and down the platform, watching the hands ot the clock creep round, to 3:15. Only five minutes more! How annoying that he should have got in "such a predicament on Sunday. It all arose from sleeping toolate, and that arose yes, there was no one but himself to blame. It was that confounded news.boy question why, had he meddled with it at all! Three minutes now. He might as well give him up altogether. Just then the door flew back and a panting, drenched figure burst Into the waiting-room, holding a package tightly clasped In one hand. "Here 'tis, boss. I hired a bislccle on 133051 P LeJ Be Cured. wjM,iWCOPPWMCJ!l-i'M J? Fourteenth street. The man didn't take, uny stock in me. tell I showed him the note, an I let' my papers fur s'curlty." TimH breath came in gaps ,and bfa face was bathed in perptrat!on. Mr. Forbes' voice trembled. "You shall not loie by it: never fear, Tim!" Then, as he rushed for the tickut office, he turned and looked at the boy. "How would you like to go to New York, with me, sonny?" Tim's eyes bulged in amazement. Hfe face was sufficient answer. "Hurry up, there! Two tickets for Seyr York," said Mr. Forbes, tossing down a . S10 bill. Tim could hardly get hia breach. "The bisciccle," he managed to gasp. "The bicycle? Oh, ncer mind. I'll tend to that." And he hurriedly snatched up a timetable and tore through the gates, followed by Tim, whose face woro a look of rapturous amazement. Every one in the Pullman glanced Ini astonishment rrom the weK-groomed gen tleman to the shabby little urchin, who looked so very much out ot place; bc Mr. Forbes smiled on his companion reas suringly. His anxious period of suspend had given him food for reflection. The "electric," vith us gong, and the steum car, with its piercing yell, werd surely disturbers of the Sabbath peace. Sap posing they had been abolished he could not have made connection today and saved a tidy little sum; yet he had been ouy too eager to deprive a little newbboy ot a part of his paltry pittance. When they arrived at Jersey City, Tun aroused, the same curiosity, not to menttun suspicion. A policeman came forwanl with an ominous twirl of his billet, but Mr. Forbes waved him back imperatively. In the vestibule or the Astor House the clerk looked Tim over with a frown. "Now, boy, we don't want any becgarai or loarers around here. Make yuRri-eir, scarce!" Mr. Forbes came to Tim's assistance and the clerk retreated obsequiously, but he it solved to tell the bell-boy to keep a wath on "them parties;" then Mr. Rivers, a Weil known New York speculator, came for ward and greeted the new-comer Tlt!t ef fusion, so he suddenly changed his mind. "Well, Forbes, I've been on teiiter-hoote the last hour. You've taken a load ofT my mind, I tell you," Then, as ids eyes lighted on Tim: "What la tiie name of " "Never mind, Rivers. Tins is a Hula friend of mine. Tim, you go over in the " torner and wait until I come back. Then we will have dinner and see about a v room.' When Sir. Forbes returned, rubbing: lite hands gleefully at the tLought of having flipped his head out of a ccose Justin time, and with a corresponding flow nt gratitude for the humble person who had assisted hinrin this perilous undertaking, he found Tim sandwiqhed in the corner with the bellroy on one side aud th&call 1 oy on the other, bi.th of them striving to exercise their authority over the ill favored guest. At the sound of Mr. Forbes stern voice they made a sudden exit. Then Tims feasUng began. First, a note was senc to his mother with a hill inclosed. Then he was given such a dinner as the famished little fellow had never thought ot in his wildest dreams. That night he h&d the. luxury of a room all to himself, with such a comfortable bed that he woke up. every now and then to pinch himself so as to be sure it was all true. The next morning they paid a visit to tho tailor, and then Tim strolled up Broadway In his new habiliments, and entered the big stock exchange, gazing open-mouthed on its pandemonium. A remarkable change was noted, also. In the bearing of his benefactor. When the people were agitating a petition for tho revoking of the law In regard to the news 1 oys, he astounded everyone by uphold ing it as stanchly as he had its pred ecessor. "Yes, I'm for It," he wa3 heard to say, with an emphatic shake of the head, "that, and the Newsloys' Home, and a Christmas dinner, and a Fourth-of-July pic nic, and anything else you might mention in that line ! Why, one i.f my best friends is a newsboy. Working his -way up, too. Yes, he saved me a r,C0o deal the tuer. day." '