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THE 'PITTSBURG DISPATCH, SUNDAY, AUGUST 11,' 1889.
10 f ! Brown could not hare been more deferential if her gown had been silk. The eating was uuprecedently hearty, in consequence of the the zest imparted to the general appetite, and it was twilight by the time the table -was quitted. Almost immediately a full, unclouded moon began to illumine the camp, and a breeze, so faint as to hardly make the long shadows of the foliage waver on the grass, carried away the heat which the sun had left behind. There was no chair in Camp Nineteen. But "Will Brown politely conducted Deuce Low to a spot of grassy upholstery at the foot of a tree, where she might sit with her back comfortably against the smooth bark. The moon beautified the face into which it shone. The sunburnt skin became alabas ter, the hair showed its brown tints glossily, and the eyes glistened with reflected light. "Whatever she thought of these advantages, or of the still more potent one of being the only girl her companion hadseen in weeks, the consciousness was not divulged in her resting, careless attitude, nor in her child ishly unalert manner. "Will stretched him self on the grass before her, and by chance or choice he lay in the shadow of the tree's trunk. He fancied that from his compara tive obscurity he could gratify his admira tion of the illumined face without breaking etiquette's law against staring. They talked trivially of their immediate sur roundings; then about each other a little; and at length "Will said: "By which name may I call you?" O, Deuce low, sue ugntiy replied "That's an insulting sort of nickname," he protested. "I didn't think so." she answered. "If my tall Dad was to be called Jack High, wasn't it well enough to name his short daughter. Deuce Low? I haven't always found so nTCclreunsideration as that since we started Irom Omaha-for Oklahoma." "And what makes you goto .Oklahoma?" "Well, we're alone in the world Dad and 1 and we're rovers yes, adventurers. Dad thinks we may prosper in the new ter ritory. I've a voice to sing with, and feet to dance with " "And a face to bewitch with." Instantly the glistening in the girl's eyes increased, a3 there was the sudden moisture of tears to reflect the moonshine, and she was silent. The young man had spoken so J honestly tbat ne did not perceive bow his blunt compliment had pained her. He went on: "Your father while you are singing and dancing in some Oklahoma concert hall what will he be doing for an income?" She was resentful. Should he not have already found out by her improved language and her decorous manner toward him that she was by education and experience better than the condition of wayfaring in which she had come to Camp Nineteen? Yet he could mention her pretty face as directly as though she had already reached Oklahoma, and thev were chance acquaintances across a tabic in a concert hall. Her desire to im press him favorably was gone, and without a waver of gaze or voice she shortly an snercd; "My Dad's a gambler, and he's down on his luck. If he's to play for grub stake, he'll do three-card monte in the streets till I get an engagement. If he strikes it rich enough he'll deal faro in a den of his own." "And you?" "Will exclaimed, shocked by what she bad said and her way of saying it, but with no idea that'she had spoken other wise than heedlessly, "what does he intend to do with you?" "Didn't vou yourself sav I had a face to bewitch with?" and she held her visage still for him to examine "O. Dad 11 do very well with me in Oklahoma." Meanvihile that responsible father was seated with Aleck Wiams ten rods distant. A flat stone was between them, and on its smooth surface were the cards and cash of a game of poker. The moon made light enough for the players, and they were en gaged so earnestly that no other talk than the play required as indulged in. "When they spoke it was in very low voices, too, and it was manifest that 'they did not care to be discovered. Neither man could have told, if he had tried to, exactly now the game had been brought about, nor could cither have recalled anything in his own case but eagerness for it. Jack High had airily remarked at the beginning, as lie drew his only dollar irom a vest pocket, "There's plenty where that came from," and so there was if he meant the Govern ment mint; bnt "Wiams did not demand an insight of the pocket, and so the first bluff in this frame ol noler was msd nnrl wn.r. " by the professional gambler. Nor did he . require oieer capital man mat single dollar. He played to the end of the first hand with only the coin and promissory words, and afterward he had a steadily increasing num ber of bank notes provided by Wiams' losses. Luck and skill allied themselves on his side of the stone, and his accumulation ot one-dollar and two-dollar bills at length bulged the pockets that had been empty be fore. "O, here you be, gents?" and the intrud ing figure of Old Jugs Brown stood before the players. "Yes here you be." His inebriety had passed off, and he was not only sober, bnt also pompons with the official duty of being the night watchman of the camp. He was too untrustworthy to be hired for regular work, manual or mental; yet on his son's account, and under the reg ulating influence ot that circumspect young man, he was employed to guard the portable property of the expedition while the rest.of the company slept. He was now making his first slow, sauntering round for the even ing, and he promptly intermitted his patrol to sit down. 'Playin' for keeps, too," he continned, with wistful eyes on the several bills that lay on the stone. "Hush," aid Wiams, and Old Jugg obeyed, for Wiams was a man of import ance. "Hush," said Jack High, but this time Old Jugg was about to flout the command, for who was this frayed vagabond that he should presume to dictate silence? At that instant Jack High won a stake and wadded the monev into a pocket already lull. "G-r-a-cious g-u-d-ness," Old Jugg ex claimed, indulging his mannerism of spell ing out the first syllable with more con vincing emphasis than orthography, yet keeping his voice down to a horse whisper; "bnt you're a winner, sure sure. You didn't have a dollar when you struck the camp " ' "Pray don't interrupted us," Jack High , hastily interposed. , "O, don't let me pester vou. "What I want's to jine in to g-ine in." 'Can't be done without money," said "Wiams, who knew that Will Brown's dia- ciplineofthe erring father permitted no money to him when within a day's walk of a barroom, "so you're barred out" " Old Jugg heaved a deep sigh, and walked away, only to return five minutes later. He squatted by the stone, covetly disclosed a gold watch in bis palm, and said, with a flabby attempt at braggadocio: ''Does my watch go for $10? Say does it go?" "With a quick look of inspection, bnt without touching the watch, Jack High re marked that as for him he never rejected a gentleman's collateral. It was Aleck Wiams who should have declined the offer, because He recognized the watch at a glance as belonged to Boss Donald, and instantly reasoned that Old Jugg, made desperate by a possible chance to get some whisky money, trusting to luck to restore the timeniere. t, and, induced by his ravening appetite for alcohol to lapse in his redeeming quality of honesty, had sneakingly stolen it But "Wiams assented to a "third hand at the game, and the watch figured in lieu of money in Old Jugg's bets. But not for long. Its thief, who viewed himself as a borrower, was soon an unperturbed player, with the watch safe in his pocket and a dozen of bank notes besides. Something like $500 had been won from "Wyams by the two others be fore the loser remarked that he had lost enough, and the game was stopped. "I've divided all my ready money be tween you," he said, "and pay day for my cat ib ?av ft , tiB.t ' S "I'd enjoy lending ; you something," said jacK mgn. '" ' "Not a bit more'n I would, Mr. "Wiams," said old Jugg Brown. "No. thank vou." was the renlv. "V,n haven't bankrupted me, and Im not whimp ering. Good-night," and he strode away to his tent The two winners were very jocular. They linked arms as thev strolled alonsr. Then Browd thought of the watch, and got away Irom las companion long enough to replace it where it belonged, but he was back" again in a minute. It was 10 o clock and the camp was nearly all asleep. Those .who weie only dozing as yet were first to hear the lowXsoft commencement of a song. "That my daughter's voice," Jack High remVrked, with proprietary pride. Other listeners, and especially those whom the melody had awakened from slum ber, may b&ve drowsily imagined that it was supernal; but as the singing grew louder and sbonger, and the words ot a fa miliar, sentimental song were enunciated, the hearers recalled Deuce Low, and knew that she was the vocalist. It was an agree able disturbance of the quiet of the night, and when it ceased the unseen audience clapped hands and made a great outcry of delight Then, afraid that the hubbub would keep the singer silent instead of in citing her to begin again, the men ceased their noise and waited. The two ftithers found their boy and girl still at the tree. Deuce sat leaning against the trunk.as bey bad left her; and the moonbeams had not ceased to glorify her face, into which an ex pression of tranquility had come. An in effable tenderness had softened the pretty lineaments, and all trace of disingenuous ness was gone. It was as though the woman which she had hardly become bad snng n lullaby to the child which she had barely ceased to be, and so a serenity of repose had settled down upon the poor little ad I venturess. The shadow of the tree had shifted with the higher rise of the moon, leaving "Will Brown out in the light; but he no longer took care to screen his rapt re gard ot ms gnest, and this may nave been because he perceived that he was not a con sequential factor in producing her placid contentment. "You nor me haint held es pretty a pair es them," whispered Jugg, his exultation over the game asserting itself in his lan guage. "They'd be winners, sir winners," Jack asserted vivaciously. "My son's a p-r-ince," and Jugg's pa ternal vanity easily likened his gracefully posed son to some vaguely remembered hero of limclit theatricals. "And my daughter's a p-r-i-n-cess " re torted Jack, adopting the other's spelling out whim of speech rather mockingly, and with immense emphasis on that syllable which made the word exclusive to feminin ity. The two men were not likely to be har monious in eulogies of their offspring. They were sneneeu, nowever, by tbe youngsters themselves, who began to sing together. It was a umy ima nonsensical words out a captivating melody, and the night air re ceived it with all "acoustic kindness; with discrimination, too, for it carried the tune ful notes far beyond the reach of the dog gerel rhymes. At the end of the verse what sounded for an instant like an echo, but which developed into a refrain by a third singer, came from the distance. The voice was high and strong, with a strenuous unction seldom heard else where than at a religious camp meeting, and the unmistakable twang of an Afric-American. "Will and Deuce sang an other verse, and again the approaching voice repeated the chorus with anose vim. The campers emerged from their tents and wagons, the sentimental loungers at the tree stood up, their fathers joined the in creasing group, and all watched two persons wno were coming Into view on mustang ponies. One of these was the assertive vocalist, .and she looked more like a witch than a siren as she rode into the throng. She was a negress, with the sooty blackness of a native Alrican, but withoutthe usual accompanying ugliness of face. Half a cen tury had not bent her stalwart form, and as she alighted from the horse she stood a physically commanding figure, even in a gatnering of men. A bright handkerchief turbaned her head, and a gaudy shawl wrapped her shoulders. "I'se glad to see yo'sels, an' I's hopin' my singin' hasn' 'sturbed yo," she said-ora-torically. "When I heahs music I cain't try to hold my yawp deed I cain't Dough singin hain't my perfes'n'ble 'ployment. I'se a hondoo fortin' teller." Her companion was a man of 30, with a shaven yellow face, but with none of the facial characteristics of a mulatto. His garb was that of a cowboy. He still sat astride his horse In silent scrutiny of tbe company, and tbis singular eyeing of the campers would not have passed unnoticed if tbe negress had not been engrossing the general attention. "What's your night riding forfBoss Don ald roughly demanded to know. "Are you sure you haven't stolen these horses? I guess you'd better star with ns till morning, to see if somebody doesn't come chasing you." "Chasing us?" and the yellow man's first ut terance wxs quizzical. "We ain't chased we chase." He checked himself abruptly, and added in a docile tone: "O, we'll stop the night with you. If you want us." "He's my son," the negress volubly resumed. "'Deed, fo'ks, he's my son. We's trabblin' tow'd Oklahoma." "Fortune seeking?" Will Brown suggested. "An' fortin' telling, boy," and she chuckled over her own wit "Who wants Queen bheeb t' prophecy 7 Er does yo' ruther buy a houdoo cha'm?" The superstitions instinct of a gambler spoke out in Jack High. "What you got Auntie?" he asked. "Genuin houdoo luck cba'ms, sah. Nebber fail, sah," and she brought out a handful of small bags. "Made o' rattler skin, sah, an' filled wid seven lnckies. Hahd to get sah, an' cheap at a dollah." "All alike?" and he examined the charm bags with his eyes, seemingly averse to touch ing the nncanny things, "Jes' alike, sah fr"m crow's tongue t' dead chile's toenail, dey's ebery one got do right seben ingred'nts Into 'em. An dey was put t'gedderwlf de true houdoo cermony at the tu'n ob de moon." Jack chose one of them, put it into his pocket and handed a paper dollar to Queen Sheen. Old Jugg Brown bought one, too, and also paid for It with one of the dollars won from Aleck Wiams. The yellow man slid out ef bis saddle, and eyed the money as it was re ceived by the negress. His eagerness was very demonstrative. He took tbe two notes from her hand and held them up for a close inspec tion, searching for some peculiarity of their print Then he becanfe suddenly domineering in manner and dictatorial in tone. "I want you. and vou." he cried, indicating the two men who had bought tbe charms. "Tbis is connterf eit money and I have a war rant for your arrest" "For my arrest?" Jack gasped. Old Jngg was dumb with amazement "Here's the document" the stranger said, producing a crumpled but still legal looking paper. "It calls for John Boo and Richard Roe, and the names will do for you, I guess. I'm a Deputy Sheriff and Government detec tive; and you'll let me search you, if you please." He went at the searching in such a prompt professional way tbat the two men offered no objection. He first took all the money from Jack High, examining and marking it pieceby piece: and then be seized npon Old Jugg Brown's winnings In the same methodical man ner. "How do we know who and what you are?" Boss Donald interposed. "I don't believe III let a pair of fortune-telling tramps fool with this camp " "Old Hannah is in the houdoo line." Was the fellow's calm explanation. "I'm only a sort of traveling partner. Of course I ain't her son. and of course tbe yellow on my face is butter nut stain. I've been sent to do this job neat, and I've done It Here's my credentials," and he submitted a metal shield and a document to Donald. "Bnt you've blundered, my capable friend," said Jack, with professional calm. "Tbe money may be bogus: I don't know, for we have only just won it at poker from Mr, Wiams." "That's a fact," Jngg hoarsely added; "we just won it from Mr. Wiams." Aleck Wiams walked into the assemblage. "What's that you're saving?" he exclaimed. "You've been playing poker with me? Why, I haven't touched a card In months. And you, Jugg. where could you pet money to start in with? If you two are in a scrape it won't help you out to go to lying. I was fast asleep from 8 o'clock till I heard the singing." CHAPTER III. . TUB CANVAS JAIL. One of the prairie wtgons was made a prison for the two captives. The walls were only can vas, and the entrance had nothing more like bars than the crossings or cord that tied the flaps together. But Deputy Sheriff and De tective AUoway reinforced the cloth with human safeguards. Boss Donald was convinced of tbe prisoners' probable guilt and he felt that it was right to lend f onr workmen to the dutv of patroling around the wagon until morning. He had no sympathy for Jack High, and not much for old Jngg Brown;and his rude kindliness to Deuce and Will lound expression in a brusque command to clear away from the vehicle containing their despised fathers. "I'm sorry tor you. Will," he said, gripping the young man's shoulders with his brawny hands and scowling into his face, "bat yon can't do anything for the old man to-nlebt As for you, Sis," and he grasped her wrist with scarcely lessened force, "what you want to do is to go to sleep. Now, don't cry." There was notice faintest suggestion of tears in her frightened eyes, and the suggestion that they would shut themselves In and sleep was so absurd that she could almost smile at it "Can't I stay with dad?" she pleaded. Aleck Wiams had been active and insistent in helping AUoway to establish a sure jail, and to Deuce's request he peremptorily said: "No, you can't We don't propose to give him your sharp wits to help bis own in some scheme to escape. You nor Will can't go near them till morning." . . "Look here. Mr. Donald," tbe girl persisted. Ignoring Wiams. "you're all making a mistake. My dad is a gambler, and he can't be called a circumspect gentleman; but he isn't a counter feiter, and he wouldn't cheat.any man out of a nickel except in tbe way of cards. Besides, he hadn't any money, good or bad, when we got here. You know that," and she appealed to Will Brown. "It is so," Will assented earnestly. ."He had to pet a dollar from me." Wiams laughed viciously. He had not known before bow small an amount It had been possible for bim to win in tbe game, and he angrily exclaimed: "Your worthless parent be hadn't a cent either, I suppose; but we find his pockets lull of counterfeit money just tbe same. Where did It come from. I'd like to know?" , "He says he won it from you," said Will. "Tell me how in this game tbat never was played how it was that be could start into it without a cent to play with," Wiams excitedly argued. 'Better be off to bed, my boy," Boss Donald said: "you can't do anything to-night Off with vou!" Will Brown obeyed the last emphatic com mand so far, at least as to slowly quit the spot Deuce wonld have followed him, but the band of Donald was still on her wrist "Littlo girl," he said with abated harshness, "you're going to get right into the hammock in my tent and stay there till daylight I can't use my quarters to-night anyhow, and you're wel come to them." There was force enough in bis one arm to conquer ber hardest resistance, and so she made none oy eitner word or motion, out let mm lead her to a tent which was high and square, for it served the boss as a daytime office as well as for sleeping quarters. It bad no occupant until they entered. From one endpole to the other a hammock was strung. It was as high as tbe man's breast, and, therefore, about level with the girl's chin. Without a word he lifted her in his arms and laid her iu the suspended conch. "Now. there's no use fretting." he said, with what was gentleness in such a man accustomed to giving gruff orders to gangs of laborers; "you go to sleep; do you bear?" and he set the ham mock to swinging like a cradle. "Nothlngshall happen to your father before morning, nor to you. Good-night". "Thank you," she responded faintly, "good night" She lay alone, gazintr wide eved and sleenleRS at tbe canvas roof, with her mind in an abso-'l lute tnougutiess condition. Tbe blow had stunned ber, and she only slowlv regained her accustomed mental activitv. The sky became filled with drifting black clouds, and it was at increasingly rare intervals tbat tbey let the' moon sbine tbrongh. At one of these times. following a f aw minutes ot darkness, the illu mination was so sudden and brilliant that the change roused her from a lethargy which might otherwise have lulled ber to sleep. An instant of daze, of confusion as to where she was, and then she saw a man sharply shadowed on 'the side of the tent It was a startling vivid silhouette. The figure's pantomime was that of cautious stealth, and it was her first alarmed belief that it was inside the tent But it was noiseless, and it disappeared as suddenly as it had come. She stared at the blank fabric. Then the ciouds shut off the. light again, and she was left in a gloom that was almost black. "Sisstf" came to her alert ears, as sbe dimly saw that the entrance to the tent was being cautiously opened. "Don't be scared, and don't make any noise"' was whispered. She swung her feet over the edge of the hammock, and sat up. Instantly the intruder was close to ber, with his hands clasping hers to keep her still, and she saw that he was Will Rrnvn. ' 'Tvfe come to talk with you. Deuce," he said; "I don't know why, for I don't see tbat we can do a thing yet" "I'm glad you've come," and she held hard to his hands, like a child not fully awakened from a nightmare. "I was lonesome and scared." "But we can at least come to an understand-, ing about tbis matter tbis arrest lam sure my father didn't know the money was counter feit He is a drunkard as much of a sot by spells as circumstances permit: but I never knew him to do a dishonest act Thirst for whisky would tempt, him to indiscretion, put to nothing so methodical or calculating as to deal in bogus bills. It isn't in him. Deqce he wouldn't be equal to It if he tried." He stopped with an indication tbat politeness pre vented him from going on. "But you're thinking tbat my father has brains and badness for it What kind of an oath can can I take. Will Brown, to make you take mv word for truth?" 'Whatever you tell me now here I will. Deiieve you." Their hands were yet clasped together, and, as he stood before her, while she bent ber head in her earnestness to see in the darkness whether he looked serious or mocking, their faces almost touched. "Then I tell you that my father is innocent about this bad money. We hadn't so much as a dime between us when we got here. He had lost in an unlucky game, all the money we had started wijh from Omaha. Tbat's why, we came along here no better than tramps. He surely surely brought no counterfeit bills. I am not saying he's what he ought to be; and I'm afraid it's likely he'd use a bad bill If he had it But no no don't think he is a crim inal. We're very, very Intimate Dad and I; and he's an honorable man in his sort of way. We're adventurers, but upon my soul we're not reprobates. My mother is watching us from up yonder, you know, and she would see it if Dad was to take me to disgrace. He promised her be wouldn't and he hasn't" Sbe was weeping now, and when she loosed one hand to wipe away. the tears. Will's disen gaged arm encircled her protectingly. It was wholly a caress of sympathy and faitb, as she somehow understood, and in a moment she was sobbing, with her face buried on his shoulder. "There there don't cry any more," he con jured her, and then went on with a good reason for continned weeping: "You can't help your father in his predicament and" "Don't say that" she interrupted, slipping down from tbe hammock, and standing with every fiber tense for action. "I must help him, wneiuer x can or nou "Then let us get at the mystery of the case if we can," Will admonished ber, "so as to know what is best to attempt We are convinced that the bogus money was won from Alex Wiams, are we not? and therefore we mutt conclude that Wiams is the real criminal. The officer, Alloway, says the Government got in formation of a quantity of counterfeit treasury notes being sent into tbis region. He was de tailed to search for them. He found that they were being circulated along tbe routo of tbis telegraphic expedition, but very sparingly. Then be hit upon the ruse of pretending to be a son of the houdoo woman, and that is all be probably knows about it He will take his pris oners back to Aoahoque in the morning." "Tbat is a rough town, full of Oklahoma boomers. We came through it three days ago." "And Alloway spoke of the chances that an Apahoque mob might lynch his captives, because some of the bogus bills have been passed there. He talked to Wiams about this danger, and Wiams offered to provide half a dozen men for a posse. Hushf" The admonition was caused by Deuce's in cautious cry of alarm. "Don't you see," she said, "tbat if Wiams had made two men scape goats for himself, he will get them lynched in stead of saving them? They'll be murdered." "We will muster a force to defend them." "Better release them to-night" "How?" "Well, somehow anyhow." Tbe girl was emboldened with her purpose, and her companion caught from her an ardor Of spirit uncommon to his calmer temper ament "Let me think," he meditated. "The guards can't be expecting an attack from the outside. They're only watching the wagon to see that its inmates don't break out Mightn't I take one unawares, when the others are not too close by, silence and down him by throwing a blanket over his head, and so give you a chance to slit the canvas with a kntte? If we had four horses ready, wc might get away before much alarm could be raised." , . '.Could you fight a stronger man than yonr- seiir xt woum do Detter to let me belp you.' "The fellow might be stronger than L but probably not so quick, or dexterous, for I am something of a wrestler. Besides, he would bej canght at a disadvantage. And your part would require all your time and presence of mind." They discussed tbe details,of the plan freely; yet rapidly. Then Will went out to get tho horses ready. He found where two mustangs were tethered. These and two other horses be saddled and left at a point a few rods, along tbe road. Then he reconnoitred the prison wagon. The gnards were drowsy and unalert Tbe restof the camp seemed to be fast asleep. He returned to the tent Deuce was pacing to and fro like a young tigress in a cage. A knife gleamed In her hand. "I found it here," she said, "and it seems sharp enough to cut canvas quickly. Here's a strong and not very heavy blanket for you to muffle the man with. Can we do it right off?" "Yes," Will replied. They emerged cautiously into the darkness, which bad become as heavy as rain-laden clouds could make it and passed a dozen tents and wagons, in which no signs of wakefulness were given by the occupants. Suddenly Will, who was ahead, drew Deuce back behind a wheel. He had beard the approach of foot steps, and there was barely time to. ensconce tncmseives Def ore Aleck Wiams passed by so closely that they could have touched bim. 'Will left Deuce where sbe was, and stole after the man untu ne entered nis own tent It was1 smau one, exclusive to vv lams' own use. a: situated near by tbe makeshift jail. A lig awu ciuuiaereu wiuiio, oa men tne watch saw him fasten the opening together, icclosi; juuibvu. who remantauic care. WLU drop v 19 uhu3 uu. juiocc, crept siowiy to back side of tba tent and lay flat on tho ground. The canvas showed no hole through which he conld look in. He crawled all the way around the tight strncture without dis covering a lesion in tbe cloth. He heard Wiams astir within, and the position of the lighted lamp was changed several times. At lengtn. despairing of a less risky divlce. Will took ont his penknife and made a tiny slit With one eye at tbe aperture, ho looked in. Aleck Wiams sat astride a trunk, on which stood the lamp, while in his hands he held a package of treasury notes of the same fraudu lent manufacture that had been taken from his two scapegoats. He was irresolutely finger ing them, as though making up his mind with difficulty what to io with them. When a de termination was reached, he had to summon all his resolution to carry it out He held a handful of the. notes over the glass f nnnel of tbe lamp, but before the heat ignited the paper he drew it away. Wiams was compelling himself to re luctantly burn the remainder of his stock of spurious money for fear that it might be dis covered. He bad obtained it to mix with cash to pay his emplojes. A little had been used in that way. ad Detective Alloway had followed tbe trail by means of these cautious outauts. It seemed the part of common sense to make nisrsafetysureby destroying all the evidence of guilt rather than keep it at his peril. Again beheld the package over the lamp, aad a charring corner broke into a flame. "Stop, you scoundrel!" Will Brown yelled impulsively.' . , Wiams' action was equally inconsiderate and Instinctive. He dashed the lamp to the ground. But Instead of putting out the light he created a vastlygreater one. The glass broke, with, an explosion, and the oil was thrown over tbe man's clothes. The tent and its occupant were instantly ablaze. A screech of fright and agony resounded through the camp. The tent flamed high, and was gone like a flash of flroworks, leaving Wiams burning like a great torch. Tbe oil had saturated his garments, and he was all en veloped in fire. The four temporary jailors ran hastily to tbe spot Deuce Low was next Sbe saw the burnlnir man. and believed that lome mischance of the intended rescue had delivered her father from durance into this awful dis aster. Sbe bad brought the blanket from where Will had dropped it ou leaving her. She desperately wrapped the woolen cloth around tne nery oojecc ioen oiuer iuwus ueipra, ana the flames were smothered; but tbey saw that the man was dead, and Deuce as well as they recognized him as Aleck Wiams. Her fither 'caught her with a hng, for the abandonment of his jail had left him free to join the excited tbrong. "O, Dadr" she cried, kissing him hysterically, "I thought 'twas yon." "Well, you were saving your father just the same," exclaimed Will Brown, "for you kept this evidence of his innocence from being burned," and he took from tbe scorched hand of the dead criminal the half-burned bunch of counterfeit notes. There was no more imprisonment for Jack Higli and Old Jugg Brown. A few days later they wero discussing the singularity of their escape, and the commend able parts played in that event by their chil dren. "It occurs to me," .said Jack, without' quite hiding his idea that such a thing would be a condescension, "that nothing would delight me more than to marry my girl to your boy." "An I've been a th-inking,"responded Jugg. with still less concealment of his belief that the bestowal of honor wonld be his. "that I'd like to have my boy marry your gal." ."Of course, my daughter would not go into an engagement without first getting my con- "An'ny son wouldn'tpop the question with out my knowin' ot it before hand." At that moment tbe voungster joined them. "Father." said Will Brown, "this young lady is Miss Laura Wallace, and she has consented to become my wife; and, in telling you of It. I'm going to say something to you straight and plain. You must sign a total abstinence pledge, and keep it or we will disown you. The escape you have had should be a life warn ing to never taste whisky again." Old Jugg Brown was silent and solemn a mo ment before grasping his son's hand, and say ing: "So help me God, I will never taste the stuff again. An! wish yod g-o-y." "Dad," said Miss Wallace, "it is true that I have engaged nryself to Will, and you are the only reason why I shonld't be his wife. But if you will swear to let tbat game of 'poker be your last hand of cards, I will name the wed ding day, and put you on probation.". "I solemnly swear tbat I will never gamble again," be slowly answered. "God bless you." and he kissed a scar which the fire had left on her hand. The fathers snbseanent.lv siimed their namu to a certain marriage certificate as "Robert H.f w auace unu xienry a. xrown, witnesses, ine nicknames of Jack High and Old Jugg were silenced along with that of Deuce Low, when she became Mrs. Brown, and it seems improb able that they will ever be revived. (THE END.) Copyrighted, 1S89. All rights reserved. BEANS AND CULTURE. The Mnrvelonn Qualities of tbe Favorite Boston Food Described. n. i Boston Globe.l Beans are a thoroughly domestic diet It is the pie-bean characteristic which excites the sneers of good society beyond our bor ders, but our bean-bred giants, ranging from Daniel Webster, to John L. Sullivan, af ford ample evidence that, whether for pur poses ot brain or muscle, beans take the bakery. ' The fame of the bean has already reached Paris and in that diluted form vulgarly known as bean porridge, and in our prisons as "bean-dive, from -the alleged obligation of the prisoners to dfve in order to find the beans. Fashionable society in Paris, how ever, does not indulge in this luxury as bean porridge, but as "puree de paritots et de homine," under which name American tourists discover the beau to have marvel ous and hitherto unknown qualities. Beans can be made into a great variety of dishes, and even into delicious non-intoxicating leverages. The time is not far dis tant when beans will flow from sparkling fountains in all the haunts of true culture. A glass that cheers, but not inebriates, in. the form of a bean cocktail, will yet yield the inspiration for many a brainy feat in the Athens of the future. Let the cynics sneer. Boston culture will yet vindicate itself, and the fame of the bean be waited from pole to pole. THE EDITOB'S OWN POEM. The Kan Who Sent it Didn't Think It Was Worth Anything. A well-known editor, who never talks shop unless he has something worth telling, recently told a story at his own expense to a party of friends, which was overheard by an Evening Sun reporter. "Mot long ago," he said, "I received a poem from an unknown contributor who lived in a little Western town. The letter accompanying the manuscript was wrttten iu that confidential strain which always proves the wri ier to be an untrained con tributor to the press. After praising my paper and informing me that be had been a reader of it for more years' than it had been in existence, he had taken the liberty of sending me a little poem for publication. The honor of appearing in print was all the remuneration he desired; indeed, he was frank enough to state that he did not con sider the verses enclosed had any market value. When I examined the poem I found it was one I had written myself many years before, and for which I had received a hand some sum." A TfilFIE TOO 8HAET. A Lesson That Cost a Man Who Had Trav- eled Somethinir. Detroit Free Fress.l A young man with a great deal of hat and a small amount of grip-sack, came-into the Third street depot on a train the other day and walking through to the hackstand he said to the driver of a vehicle: "I want to go ap to the "Wayne Hotel." "Yes, sir." "The ordinance gives you 50 cents," Sit does." "Here's your money. I've traveled a bit, I have, and I know what's what Don't try any gum games on me." "No, sir get right in." The stranger entered the hack, the driver drove across tbe street and got down and opened the door, and as the stranger saw how he bad fooled himself he looked as flat as chalk and muttered: "Yes I see just across the street I've traveled, I have, but I guess I was on the wrong train." No Doubt About the Hie. Borrlttown Herald. A delver into ancient history has discov ered that the song, "We Won't Go Home Till, Morning," is a classic. We always knew there was considerable "hie" about it,' bat we should call it a class "hie" ' A DAYTOH PARNELL Fen Pictures of the Great Irish Leader's Life and Work. A DRAMATIC SCENE IN COURT. Farnell's Besidenco Unknown to Most of His Friends. A MAN WHO KEEPS HIS OWff COUNSEL rSFECIAL COEEXSrONDETCI OF TDX DISFATCn.3 ' LONDON, July 28. The noonday sun is shining dimly through the London, fog over Temple Bar. It casts a weak glint on the frowning statue of Samuel Johnson some distance away, and shines on an architec tural nightmare front ing the square. Pres- nhnri,. Rtnnnrt p, ently two gentlemen nelL walk quickly up the streetin the direction of this building. Oneof the men is square shouldered and of sturdy build. He would be regarded at first sight by almost anyone as a man thoroughly capable of talcing care of himself in any sort of a crowd. His companion is of fair height, but of delicate frame. That portion of his face that is not covered by a well kept brown beard, is pale, almost pallid. His features are regular and clear cut, and almost anyone would desig nate him as a handsome man. You might take him for a hard worked lawyer or perhaps a struggling literary man. Nevertheless there is a look of power orfthe man's face and in his eyes that stamps him as a no common man. As the twojmen are passing into the building they meet an old Irishman, evidently a laborer or longshoreman. The latter looks at the two men and then gives a second quick look at the smaller of them. Then his face lights up, his hat comes off with a jerk and he bows almost to the ground. The two gentlemen bow "slightly and pass on. The old man, hat in hand and face radiant, still stands gazing after them until they disappear within. Then he throws the old hat in tbe air and yells en thusiastically: "Hurroo, God bless him and God save Ireland." What has happened to stir the old man up so? Not mucn. parnell's constant companion. He has met Charles Stewart Parnell face tp face and has been honored with a bow from the Irish leader, for the small bearded man is none other than the great Home Ruler. His companion is James O'Kellv, M. P., who is well known in New York, where he worked on the Herald for some time. He has had some exciting adven tures; has served as a special correspondent in Cuba, in Spain, in the Kusso-Turkisb war, and later in the Soudan, and on at least one occasion was sentenced to be shot, being taken for a spy. O'Kelly is looked upon as a man of iron nerve, and is Par nell's constant companion, and the only man whom this rather mysterious man has ever taken closely into his confidence. After the scene described above, the two men pass through the court and corridor into the stuffy little room in which the special commission is endeavoring to fairly settle the famous controversy between Par nell and the .London 'limet. The room is well filled. All three of the commissioners are in their places. Sir Charles Bussell and the other lawyers who are doing battle for the Irish leaders are in their places. Sir Rich ard Webster, the principal lawyer for the Timet, is just getting ready to put Michael Davitt in the witness boxand looks as though he wishes his task were over, the sequel showing that there were good grounds for the wish. Davitt himself, his empty sleeve pinned across his breast, his swarthy face wearing a confident expression, sits in the front of the court among Parnell's lawyers. A dozen or more of Irish mem bers of Parliament are in the room. The place reserved for newspaper men is crowded uncomfortably, and so is the little gallery in which strangers with "influence" are allowed to sit. There is a buzz as Par nell makes his way through the court, and even stately Sir James Hannen inclines his handsome head forward with sudden inter est. Parnell bows slitrhtlv in response to the greetings of his colleagues aud friends, bends his head respectfully to the Judges, and takes his seat among his lawyers. His presence in court is a no unusual thing, but just now matters are pretty intense. DAVITT ON THE STAND. Davitt has been on the stand, and has made an excellent impression, winning tbe evident respeSt of Sir James Hannen, an important thing in this case, sinoe he has been supposed to lead slightly to the Times' side of it. It has been whispered about that to-day is to be the important day of Davitt's cross-examination, and the audi ence is anxious to see how Parnell will take matters. 'Their curiosity seems unnoticed by him. His face is as impassive as a statue, and, with few exceptions, he remains so throughout every episode of the examitm tiou. This trail man certainly has iron nerves, and even his English opponents, who always appreciate pluck, are never slow in expressing their admiration for that of the Irish leader. Davitt's cross-examination begins, and Parnell moves so that he can look into the face of the one-armed agitator, who disa grees with him on almost every phase of the Irish problem, but who Is one with him on the main issue, and who is constantly an nouncing "Home rule by your plan, or by mine, but home rule any way. To enter upon details of tbe sparring between Sir Richard Webster and Davitt would be use less. To the layman fairly posted on Irish afiairs in Ireland and America, it seems that the ready-witted Irishman gets rather the best of the slower English lawyer, and evidently Sir Charles Russell thinks so, too, for he smiles broadly as Davitt again and again defeats the Attorney General in his efforts to draw out something damaging to the Irish leader, and frequently whispers in the ear .of his famons client The latter bows gravely, but not a muscle of his face moves. The audience in the courtroom does not seem over interested in the evi dence that is being,given. In fact, it looks as if many of the spectators understood but little of it They seem chiefly interested in the faces of the principal figures in the trial. They scan the faces ot Sir James Hannen, of Davitt, Parnell, Sir Charles Bussell and Sir Richard Webster, as though from them, and not from the testimony, the importance of the case can be judged. PUZZLING SIS BICHABD. Davitt and Sir Richard Webster wander industriously through a mass of detail con cerning tbe Fenians, the Clan-na-Gael, the Land League, the Irish National League and every other society, secret and other wise, that has to do with Irish affairs. There is no man living who knows more about them than Michael Davitt, and Sir Rich ard Webster labors hard to, thrash out some thing beneficial to his case from the chaff, but with poor success. Davitt gives his testimony in a free and frank manner, like a man who wishes to hide nothing. As he goes on the counsel for Parnell do not at tempt to hide their satisfaction, while the Irish members present are plainly jubilant Now and then a faint spot of red appears on the pale cheek of the Irish leader as he lis tens this friendly foe in the witness box defending him against unfair attack. .The face of Sir Richard Webster takes on a troubled and puzzled look as the duel goes on. He sticks bravely to it, however, and the Timet, people can certainly never charge him with not having worked hard to earn his fee. . Now and then Sir James Hannen, usually Impassive, gasei with curious interest at JKSKS57' y X f&TlW ? Davitt The English people have never been ablcto make this remarkable man out, and it may be that the learned Judge is studying him as an original. But study him he certainly does. On Davitt's dark face rests meanwhile a grim smile of satis faction. It may that he is thinking of tbat cold night when, with his mother and her other children, he was driven from a little cabin that had been his father's home, to sleep under the shelter of a hedge. Many a rack-rentinr landlord has since wished that Davitt had died -that night, for a bitter scourge has he proved to them in later years. The case goes on. There is some powder near, so to speak, though no one knows it. It soon explodes. Sir Richard Webster thinks there are important developments behind the fact that Davitt declines to divulge certain information wanted by Sir Richard on the eround that it is the prop erty of another. "Sir Richard insists upon an answer. Davitt remains firm. Sir Richard appeals to the judges. A DRAMATIC SCENE. Then follows a dramatic scene, for sud denly Davitt draws himself to his full height, his dark eyes flashing, his face flushed with emotion. Swinging his single hand aloft he, with unmistakable sincerity, asserts that, upon his honor as a man, there is nothing in the information whatever that can affect this case other than favorably to Parnell. He adds that he holds it under seal of a confidence that he cannot and will not betrav. Then, with singular impressive ness, in the presence of the commission, he solemnly conjures the friend in- America who gave him the information, by the friendship he bears him, to unseal his lips, that he may speak and satisfy England and the world. There is not so much in the words, but no one who saw it will soon forget the scene. Davitt is always earnest, but on this occas ion he is dramatic. There is almost an outbreak in court, but Judge Hannen, after turning one quick look of admiration on me witness, sus rigid ana stern, ana one young Irish member, who was about ready to explode, sinks back in his seat with a groan. "I'd give a ten pound note for one cheer," he whispers to a friend near him. A single red wave sweeps over Parnell's Iiale face, but he sits quiet The worried ook that had for a moment rested on the laces of Parnell's counsel gives way to smiles, and Sir Richard Webster is visibly annoyed. The spectators now take less in terest in the proceedings. The climax has been reached in a melodramatio scene that interests everyone. Not much later Parnell, with his fid us Achates, O'Kelly, make their adieus and leave as they came. One part of the Irish leader's day.'s work is done, but it is by no means over. As he walks through the street it is noticeable that but few persons salute him as did the old Irishman in tbe morning. In fact, he seems to be little known in Lon don. Thomas Power O'Connor knows pretty much everyone, but it has always been Par nell's plan to shun publicity except when on the hustings. Bnt lew men know where he lives, or how he lives. O'Kelly and a few more know, but are not given to talk ing. There are certain places where he can be seen when he wants, but his private haucts and afiairs he keeps to himself. So it is that the TOCBO'WNED KING OP IRELAND, as he is sometimes called, whose reputation is world-wide, walks the streets of London with fewer signs of recognition meeting him than would greet a New York Alderman walking 20 blocks on Broadway. But this is as he wishes it. Some time later the Irish leader Is ?en entering the lobby of the House of Com mons. As he walks through he passes a group of young Tories in evening dress. Two or three of the group turn their backs upon bim, a couple more stare stolidly at him through their eyeglasses, and a couple of others nod carelessly as he goes by. He notices neitner tne one nor the other, but pushes his way along. A few feet farther on he meets another trnnch ofLiberals, and this time is greeted warmly, as he stops for a moment to exchange a shake of the hand with another friend, a slender, refined man with a thoughtful face set off by carefully trimmed side whiskers. Ho is no other than the redoubtable Arthur J. Balfour, "Bloody" Balfour, as the Irish call him, Home Secretary for Ireland. He is waging a bitter fight on Parnell and his party, but he bows pleasantly and respectfully to the Irish statesman, and the salute is as pleas antly returned. These men are too big to adopt the tactics of the yonng Tories before mentioned. As Parnell is about to enter the chamber a hand is laid upon his arm; it is Henry Labouchere this time. "Come along, Parnell. I've something' good to tell you," he exclaims, pulling the Irishman along with him. Presently the latter reappears again with as much of a smile on his face as is ever seen there, and this time he makes his way to his seat without further interruptions. It is a quiet night in the House. Pew of the big men are present The proceedings are rather monotonous. One honorable member wants a question concerning Egypt answered. Another wants the Home Secretary to give him some in formation upon a point that no one can see anything in. Then Tim Healy, who could not keep still for any great length of time, starts in to worry Balfour. He wants to tcnow a good many things that the- latter don't want to tell bim and the result is a skirmish which the Honse enjoys. PABNELTj is UP. Meanwhile Parnell sits with his hat pulled over his eyes, seemingly oblivious of all that is going on. But he is not, for some time later when an honorable member goes out of bis way to make a misstatement about him he is on his feet in a moment, and with about a score of objections upsets the honorable gentleman so that he takes his seat and keeps it But even in this short time the cry, "Parnell is up!" has gone through the lobbies, and members copie crowding in, for Parnell's utterances are of importance just now. Finding him sitting calm and care less as before they retire in disgust. ' By this time Parnell is getting tired. He regales himself with a chop or grilled bone and returns to his seat He does not remain long there. The House is practically de serted, although Biggar is still watching bis victim. The Irish leader looks at his watch, whispers to the member sitting near bim and with a general salute to all, he leaves the House with O'Kelly for his lodg ings, wherever they are a matter that is a mystery even to his friends. The Irish lead er s day's work, -is done. It was an easy one, too, compared with some that he has known and some that he will know not a great while from now. But these are dull times in England. Just wait, however. There is fighting enough right ahead to please the most pugnacious. THE EI8E OP THE FKEE LUNCH. It Came Froirihe Sooth and West Some 19 Years Ago. New York Star. As far as New York is concerned, the free lunch was unknown until the early part of 1870. About that time it came to us as an importation from New Orleans, and San Francisco, bnt it was not regarded with favor by the ordinary saloonkeeper, and would have died out as a fashion were it not for the German restaurants with bar at tachments. The proprietors of those places introduced the practice of serving up to patrons ot the bar the overplns of the food prepared for the restaurant guests, in the lorm of a free lunch. When it found that the free lunch made German saloons attractive, the example set was quickly followed, until to-day -there is hardly a saloon to be found in the city that does not set out a side table with something to eat for its customers. It Was a Strong- Bench. . Macon Telecrtph.l The five daughter! of Mrs. Amanda Al mond, of Elbert County, were sitting on tbe same bench together at Dove's Creek last Saturday, their weights ranging from about 175 to 200 pounds each. Those whOjSaw them laid it was indeed a tight to behold. MAID AND MISTEESS Blatelj Hall Describes the English Schools of Cookery. ENGLAND'S REGISTRY OFFICES. Why the British Matron Doe3 Not Advertiso for a Servant. THE DOMESTIC QUESTION Iff ENGLAND ISrXCUt, CO-OBESFO-SDISCK OF TSZ DISrATCH.1 London, August 2. During the past five years an unusual amount of attention has been devoted to the question of the domestic training of young women in En gland. In the State-aided schools the train ing is chiefly theoretical, and of little value in after life. The girls are collected once or twice a week in special classes and solemnly lectured Jby a "domestic economy" professor, or a professional cook who has developed oratorical gifts. The professor warns the lasses against the waste involved in the use of the frying-pan, and the cook explains how much better it is to use butter aud not drippings in making pastry, oblivious of the fact that the parents of the majority of the pupils are in a posi tion to afford neither butter nor pastry as part of their daily meals. There is much learned talk at these lessons about 'the con stituents of various kinds of food. But of practical knowledge little is either imparted or acquired. Middle classes and aristocratic girls are even worse off, for in their schools there is rarely even a pretense of teaching house wifery. A few years ago a correspondence was started in one of the big daily news papers upon this lack of domestic training. Young men wrote pathetic letters setting forth how they yearned to get married, but were unable to do so, because they could not find the right kind of girls to take charge of the households and make the best of their slender incomes. THE GIRLS WESE SOEET. The girls replied with equal pathos, la menting their shortcomings, and pointing out that it was really not their fault, be cause they had no chance of learning things which would make them useful wives. The correspondence was not without effect for it led to the establishment of a national association for teaching housewifery, and of practical cooking classes, where girls and ladies for a small fee could learn all about the culinary art. Tbe classes have proved a great success and increase in number and usefulness every year. The teachers are supplied chiefly from the National School of Cookery and the teaching is severely practical. Food is actually prepared and cooked before the eyej of the pupils who follow each detail, ask questions and make experiments on their own account. It Is sometimes very funny to see a class of grown-up women following with rapt atten tion the deft hands of a smart young teacher" banging on a pasteboard or making an om elette. They are generally half-ashamed of being present and rarely speak to each other. The teachers are in most cases women, but in the West End of London, George Marshall, a well-known English chef, has started classes and must be making at least $5,000 a year by them. They are attended 7 cooks, male and female, belonging to middle class families which pay an average fee of 5 shillings a lesson to have their servants taught how to make a particular kind of dish or improve their knowledge as to the preparation of entrees, salads and the like. On certain days of the week, Marshall and his wife give lessons to the mistresses of the servants who seem to look upon the business as great fun. A GREAT INSTITUTION. The National Housewiferv Association undertakes to teach a woman everything connected with doawtlo economy, Irom tb scrubbing of a floor to the cooking of a joint. A fine mansion has been hired on the banks of the river Severn as a training college, and good work is being done. The associa tion has practically provided a new profes sion for women. Ladies are received at tbe college and boarded, lodged and taught for less " than $200 a year. The curri culum of this curious college includes the domestic kindergarten, plain cooking, home dressmaking and needle work, home nursing, all branches of housework, hygiene, nursing babies and domestic sani tation. Girls are received for training at the age of 16 and upward, and quick and clever young women are turned out perfect housewives in a year or less. Armed with the association's certificates of efficiency, they have little difficulty in obtaining well paid employment as teachers. But they rarely remain teachers for any length of time, for their value in the matrimonial market is obviouslv so great that they soon have at their feet all the most eligible young men in the district in which they happen to settle. In some of the more enlightened towns efforts are being made to include cooking and domestic training generally as part of the regular school course. Sanguine re formers even hope that some time before the arrival of the millenium the government education department will recognize that- it is of more advantage to tbe State for women to become useful wives than to fill them up to the chin, with ornamental learning. Good domestic servants are growing more and more rare in England. TOO -PBOTJD POB HOUSEWOBK. Within the memory of middle aged men it was the almost universal custom for the daughters of the Working people to enter domestic service. But m these days de cent artisans and clerks, here as in America, do not consider the position of a cook or housemaid genteel enough for their daughters, and the girls themselves too often prefer the ill-paid comparative freedom of the factory or the shop counter to the excellent wages and good feeding obtainable as domestic servants. Nn tradesman in London need advertise for a shop girl. He has only to put up a notice in his window, "shop girl wanted, wages 6 shillings a week," to obtain a choice of scores of applicants. There are thousands of girls in London shops and restaurants whose wages range from $1 50 to $3 00 a week, out of which, too often, they have to lodge and clothe themselves, and sometimes even to find food. The same girls could obtain liberal wages and comtortable homes as domestic servants, but domestic service implies constant restraint, and they will have none of it. The British housewife never advertises, because it would be money thrown away. When she wants a servant she makes a pil grimage to a "registry office" and pays 60 cents for the privilege of having her wants recorded. . It is the business of the registry offices to bring mistress and servant together. It is a very profitable trade, and there is one man in London now who is contented to make $150,000 a year out of it. He has established branch offices in every part of London, and is gradually driving all competitors out of the field. Every first-class servant whom he can manage to get on his books is a clear $500 to him. He is not such an unbusiness like fool as to send her to one of the mis tresses on his register. For that purpose any ordinary girl will do. , A STAB SEBVANT OIBIi. The-prodigy the girl who has been in her last place two or three years, who is leaving solely on account of the family moving abroad, who can cook well, nurse the baby, do all kinds, of sewing, who is civil, obliging, good tempered, clean in per son and work she is widely advertised in the daily newspapers, and her qualities, real and apocryphal are set forth in big letters. The British matron reads open mouthed, eagerly writes to the office, offering the prodigy large wages, and faithfully forwards the necessary half crown, only to learn that she is too late. There are rarely less than a thousand inquiries after each prodigy, and nine-tenths are aoeom-oanied hv the fM- WrathfuldUajjpciatedaiatronj haTO been heard to sar upon these occasions that the prodigy has no substantial existence, but this is unjust to the registrar. The prodigy is duly drafted into a family, usually one with numerous daughters, and if she answers her description to a reasonable ex tent, her grateful mistress and the young ladies aforesaid spend their spare time in booming the girl and the wonderful registry office through which she was obtained. In the ordinary course of. business the matron pays 60 cents, returns home and waits in fear and nervous trembling for the arrival of an applicant Sometimes the period of suspense will be prolonged for weetcs, and half crowns are paid to olner registry offices. When at length a likelv girl presents herself, and mistress and maid agree upon terms, personal inquiries are made as to character, and, if they result satisfactorily, the bargain is struck. A smart girl of 16 years of age will probably receive at the beginning $80 a year, and, if she develop tew faults, the mistress will make anysacrifice to retain her. Nothinjr in reason is denied to a decent servant THE TJSTTAI, EXPEBIENCE. She is well fed and considerately treated, allowed frequent holidays and not over worked. For a brief period the much -worried matron is at peace. But sooner or later, generally, sooner, the girl becomes dissatisfied, or longs for change, or quarrels about the quality and quantity of her daily beer and in dne and invariable course she gives a month's notice to quit Ifaese are the sad experiences which form the staple of conversation at every social gathering oi British matrons of the middle class. Among the aristocracv these domes tic worries are relegated to the housekeeper, who is well paid to bear them. Matrons and housekeepers alike agree that there is something radically wrong, but no one has yet been able to find a remedy. Now and then philanthropists start training homea for servants, or withdraw their subscriptions from orphan asylums where proper promi- ucutu ,a nor. uevuveu to domestic economy. But somehow the girls will not allow them selves to be trained, or after a course of training drift into -the overcrowded shops and factories, and the asylums look for new material. The British matron is still waiting for the man who shall benefit his species by the invention of some cunning scheme for the equalization of the supply and demand for domestic servants. All sorts and conditions of men and women have vainly wrestled with the problem. Enthusiasts have urged compulsory domestic service for the daugh ters of the masses. Others -have advocated the legislative prohibition of female labor in shops and factories. The puzzle is not easily solved. Since slavery has been for ever abolished there is nothing to do bnt watch the registry offices in the wild hope of some day catching the model servant who is so widely advertised. Blakut Haii, THE WAY TO PASS A BILL. An Illinois Iiecfslator Who Appears to Have Understood the Question. Washington Post One evening, a few years ago, the late Elijah M. Haines, of Illinois, was called upon to preside at a meeting of lawyers as sembled in Springfield for the purpose of considering the best means of passing a bill then pending in the Legislature. Mr. Haines, on taking the chair, explained the purpose of the meeting and suggested what he thought would be the best way to insure the bill's passage. Interrupting him, a gentleman in one of the rear seaU arose and said; t "By the wajr, Mr. Chairman, if I ma mace a suggestion rignt nere -"The gentleman's suggestion is. ..nA., ..HA - B . rt nA 1 a.. fltini.iHn is. a very nan. the genM a't madet Kuuu uuc, oatu uo Atcc uuaiiuiau. "How do you know?" asked man. a little miffed. "I haven'l yet" "Oh," replied Mr. Haines, "I thought you said 'buy the way,' and I am sure that,, is the quickest and easiest means of obtain ing a wa -Jto pass a bill." AJT ABLB-TSODIED-TIBU. '"T Be Dlinppen'n, Taking; With Bim a Tree) and an Island. TJtlca Herald.l The Hon. D. E. Petit, of Syracuse.started out one evening in company with his usuaf oarsman, and proceeded to the fishing grounds, near St John's Island. They had been there only a fe-v minutes when Mr. Petit discovered that he had a "bite." The oarsman cautioned him about losing the huge fish, for that is what it appeared to be, and rode to an island near-by where both men were unable to pull the fish ashore. Mr. Petit tied the line to a tree and then came to the Park Hotel, in company with the oarsman, where a number of men and t steam yacht were procured, to go and get Ir tish. The party immediately proceeded the spot only to End the fish, tree and ' land had all disappeared. The Dartjvwe. of course, disappointed, as the fish could no be weighed. THE! rOEMED A TBDST. Ilovr Small Hots Gained a Monopoly of Fishing: Grounds. .Hew York Snn.l A New Yorker who was stopping for a day or two at a small town on the shore of Lake Huron saw many fish caught, and naturally became enthusiastic to mate a few choice hauls himself. Going down to the only wharf, he asked about lines and bait, and a 12-year-old boy replied: "I furnish everything and charge 25 cents per hour." "But isn't that high?" "No, sir." "I think its downright robbery, and I'll try some other place." "All. right," responded the boy. "There's this wharf, that old wreck, and that' slab pile. We've formed a trust and made the price, and if you want to fish you've got to come to it" CONSUMPTION, IN its first stages, can Ibo successfully) checked by the prqrnpt Hse of Ayer"a , Cherry Pectoral. Evea fn the later, periods of that disease, the o-u.fh is, wonderf oily relieved by this mtdio'iio. ' "I have usedAyer's Cherry Pectoral' -with the best effect in my practice. 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