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WOMEN AND MONEY.
Financial Embarrassments of
Maidens, AVI vos, and
AVidov.a.
The currant Hteraluro of tho day la becoming
ehokod with writings on tho subject of woman
in hor various relations. Every shallow-minded
scribbler egotistically contributes hU worthless
Addition, until a perfect Bod-Itlvor raft has boon
formed, Impeding Intellectual navigation, and
causing all conservatives of both Boxes to hopo
that kind Providence will soon raioo up somo
literary genius of . tho uitro-glycorlno order,
who will blow tho wholo thing Into atoms.
Day by day tho list of agitating queries length
ens, ' “ Should women ■ earn money ?” If so,
In what way ? ' How much ought individual
womontooam ? When they havo earned it, Is,
U theirs or their huabands’ ? If it belongs to
thorn (which la a hotly-conlosled point), onghe
thoy to board, or try 00-oporutlvo housekeeping ?
And so op, and bn, and on.
Now, in this ondloun discussion, no ono Booms
to toko into account tho totally-dlfferont viowa
of monoy.held by mou and women,—a dlltoronoo
originating m tho education of childhood. With
tho prospect of furnishing himself, from his
own purse, with tho covoted olod or skatos, tho
hoy runs on errands, picks-up chips, splits kin
dlings, and Icarus his first lesson in money-get
ting,' and ‘ tastes tho Bwoota •of aolf-roU
anco, and indopondouco. Did any 111110
girl : ovor . buy hor idolized doU with
tho proceeds of hor childish labors? Sho may
havo.wrought on her patchwork, and dusted tho
furniture, and rocked tho baby, and sot tho
tabloj bat it novor suggested itself to anybody
that any pecuniary emoluments could attend hor
efforts. Sho was taught how to do (hoso things
bccausp all women ought to bo taught thorn'.
For tho rest, if sho wanted, anything,, sho must
ask somebody to buy it for hor. Juut hero tho
logic failed, because a woman very often wants
things, and has nobody to buy thorn ; in which
case it is a great oouvonlonco to bo able to e&ru
money and buy them herself.
amLO AT HOME
are generally discontented in proportion to the
paternal Income; the more money tho father,
tho moro unhappy tho daughter. So long
aa tho ramlly-lucomo ia so small that tho
danghtor must boar somo of tho household re
sponsibilities and assume some life-duties, aho
cannot bo altogether unhappy. Nobody is who
is obliged to forgot himself a pari of tho time.
Heaven help tho girl who rises from tho
breakfast-table with nothing particular to do all
day I Sho saunters Into tho parlor, and turns
over hor music, and plays a few of her old
pieces, and trios tho last now one. A feeble
conscientiousness in regard to neglecting hor
music, for which hor father was so heavily
taxed iu her school-days, is hor strongest in
centive to even this poor attention to hor piano.
Sho boa hoard too much good musio
not to know 1 that sho is not
a proficient, • and nover can bo.
Then she lounges away to hor painting or draw
ing, but still is secretly conscious that sho is not
working, but only amusing herself. ■ Then, tired
of that, ehe finishes tbo lost now novel or does a
littio worsted-work. So the day has run away to
lunch-timo. Then a nap, toilet promenade, or
callers; and so evening arrives, which, if thoro
Is no lecture, nor concert, nor thoatre. nor oven
a gontlomau-callor,- is a die ary enough time. At
last tho day is o’er. She is discontented, hut is
Incapablo of giving a reason. Sho acknowledges
that eho ought, to bo grateful for all tho tem
poral blessings showered upon her; but still she
iru’t grateful. Sho doesn’t envy the
shop-girls behind tho counters, or tho
lady-clerks going homo with lanoh
boxos, and , she ; is very sure sho
wouldn’t bo a milliner or dressmaker. If
sho could bo a writer like George Eliot, or a
painter like Rosa Bonheur, or a sculptor like
Miss Hosmor, sho would like that, sho thinks:
but to loctaro, or study medicine, or anything or
that kind, is so horribly unfomiumo. Bbo never
could do anything so unwomanly. Than she
winds up by wishing sho was a man. A father
who allows hio son to finish college, and settle
down in expectation of being supported, Is not
much surprised when .he turns out dissolute
and becomes a disgrace to him: but girls are
drifting out of college every day, and sitting
down with folded bauds, waiting for bread to
be put in their mouths, and clothes to
bo put on their backs. Is there
any difference in human souls that idleness and
dependence should bo degrading ia its effects
on ono and not on another ? For what are these
young women waiting ? They aro waiting to be
married. As things aro with them, that seems
to bo tholr only hope of being raised out of the
slough of selfishness, and of boing'ounoblod by
a share in tho burdens of llfo; bat yot, suppose
they should fail of marriage ? Ono trcimiieu
then to think of what material is constructed
that muoU-ulandorcd class, tho
oia> itAins,
It seems to bo. pretty generally understood
that, unions a woman is a genius, she cannot af
ford to ho an old maid, Marriago being tho
highest honor woman can gain, those who fail of
it uro somewhat in tho position of the adventurers
who havo sought to scale the Matterhorn, or find
tiro open Polar Sea, or oxpioro tho mtorior of
Africa, and, having failed, are - yet expected, in
virtue of their fruitless' attempts, to ho moro
than ordinarily congratulatory and enthusiastic
over their successful rival. It is no use for ono
of these spinsters of uncertain ago to draw a
long face, and announce, in moralizing tones,
that she is glad she did not marry her first love.
No woman can remember her first love. It was
contemporary with her doll-playing ago.- Years
*go, —too many to bo specified,—a G-year old
damsel was overheard staling to her O-year old
brother her conviction that a certain Charlie of
suitable ago loved her. “You little goose I”
answered the brother, with true fraternal bluut
uobs, “ho don’t ooma hero to see you. Ho comes
to see me. Ho don't oven speak to you.”
44 That’s what makes mo think so,” was tho
Elocid reply. It seems sad that, when women
ave such an intuitive consciousness of tho ten
der passion, it should not be brought into active
Borneo. Any ancient spinster, however, who
lies awake at night lamenting hor splnsterbood.
can have hor grief mitigated by a careful perusal
of the morning-paper, which is always 'full of
the woes of tho wedded; and sho can farther
boloco herself by quoting the proverb that “It
[b bettor that people should laugh at you be
cause you aro not married, than be unable to
laugh yourself because you aro.”
Now, in regard to the financial status of the
old maid: Sho mav make her homo with some,
married relative ; but still she ia generally tho
{lOßsessor of a slender store, gainod either by
egaoy or saving in earlier years, which suffices
for her modest wants. Knowing that she can
not earn ono penny, she is necessitated to save,
two ; and thus, isolated from masculine benefi
cence, she has brought upon hor sox the accusa
tion of stinginess. When ono remembers hor
self-denying contributions to foreign missions
and to hor own church, and hor provident care
of dumb animals, tho accusation Is felt to be un
just. There are a good many old maids in the
world, but not too many for the aged fathers,
tbo Invalid mothers, or for incapables generally.
Tho ranks of tbo
BUSINESS WOMEN
jura generally recruited from among widows
whoso widowhood bos reduced them from com
fort to penuryi or young girls wboso education
is too limited to admit of teaching, and whose
refinement unfits them for tbo kitchen, It is
this latter class, particularly, who aro now
standing at bay against a horde of sorihblors.
Women who want ongolo to do thoir cooking,
men who aro tired of settling disputes between
wives and Biddies, nobodioa who want to see
their sentiments In print, .and uneducated
women who hold an ill-concealed grudge against
better-cultured women in straitened circum
stances, have oil raised an outcry against shop
' girls, cloths, etc., and demanded they should
become servants, “ This desire for employment
in stores and offices arises from a reprehensible
distaste for household work,” snarls “ Head
of the Family.” It is to he presumed
that his desire for employment in
the Chamber of Commerce arises from a rep
rehensible distaste to digging potatoes and milk
ing cows. “ You are working at wages much
(ess than can be got in auy private kitchen. You
are sacrificing health and money to a mistaken
Idea of gentility,” expostulates “ Physician.”
probably the timo was when Physician’s profes
sional income was loss than that of his present
coachman; but 1 pity tho man who would havo
dared to advise him to go to work in a stable.
Thoro seems to bo no more valid reason why a
woman shouldn’t prefer a sowing-machine or &
pen to a mop and a dlsh-ololh than that a man
should prefer tho camera or forceps to tho hod
or tho shovel. At any rate, thoro does not seem
to bo auy necessity for tho publio lashing
itself into a fury because a certain class
of women prefer rather to measure rib
bons ■ than to wash dishes. Bat it
does.. The poor creatures wore first soundly
berated because they did not wish to put them
jelvos socially ou I par with tho clues usually
found In tbo kitchen. Noxt.thoyworo reproach
ed bcoauno of the lowness of thotr wages. Nono
of the vehement protectors In print Roomed to bo
struck with tho Idea that the best way to romody
that ovil would be for public opinion to force tho
employers to raise wages. Tho next thing on
tho programme wom an pWctnpt on tho part of
tho scrinMarti to form themselves into a com*
mitua of ways and means to ahuw these lady
ompJoyoH how to live on thnto mdio nwugrn
taUriou. An the lady-amploycs had been en
gaged for yoar& in doing that very thing, tho
whole affair must liayo appeared to (hum
in tho light of a good Joko. If it is
such a BlnvtUion the public Intellect to donum
strata to women how tu live on $0 a week, tho
easiest way to cat tho Gordian knot would uo to
glvo thorn $,13.
Conßldoring tho diverse Siato laws regarding
tho financial status of
MAltntED WOMEN,
tho subject is a delicate ono to handle. Com
mencing with tho htldo's trousseau, it Booms to
ho pretty generally conceded. that tho proper
thing for tho young lady to do is to invest all hor
ready money in hor wedding outfit. It Is difll
cnlt to assign tho explanation of this custom.
It would not seem, however, to bo vory compli
mentary to the future huubamk Tho public is
led to bollovo that tho wife-elect never
had any amount of clothes before, and
novor oxpccln to havo any again, from tho ardor
and porsomanca with widen uho sows herself,
•hor stators,hor molhor, and all horfemalo depoud
onto, to death, It Is a curious oharnotorisUo of
brides, that ovorv ono of thorn would rathor go
to tho,.altar jaded, palo, and thin from ovor
worlc, than to Imvo ono mfllo loss on her com
monest white skirt, or ono fold loss on hor trav
cling-drcea. When a woman who has novor
footed a bill for borsolf la all hor Ufa marries,
and goes from her father’s houno to horhus
band s homo, she slmoly exchanges ono almoner
forlanothor. Generally, she in kept qb much in
tho’durk os to domoatio resources and honsohold
lluanooswhou a wife as whoa who was a daughter.
When her husband brings homo a $51)0 shawl,
olio novor suspects that wheat has risen; and.
whon her, consort’s, faco.crowa lowering ana
black ovor dross-making, bills with S4O and
676 items, sho Is novor Informed that pork
has gone down.. Sho is perfectly at boa as to
what sum it in proper for nor to expend on her
self. A woman ought not to fool it a hurt to
hor solf-rospcot to ook her husband for money,
and yot sho usually does. BUo defers it till tho
loot moment; perhaps, just as ho is starting for
tho door, oho falters out something about a uttlo
money, staling exactly for what it is needed.
Thou comes the samo old . formula. Thoro np-
Eears. a straight lino—perhaps two—between tbo
usband’s oyoa. Ho hesitates a moment.
“How much do you want?” ho queries,
in a dubious, annoyed tone. Tho wife
names the lowest possible sum. “Can’t you
wait till to-morrow ?’! Then ho appoints a
lator mooting at his ofQoo down town. Sho
keeps tho appointment, and opous negotiations
with the would-ho facetious query, “Well,
George, I snppoßO you know what I’ve oomo
for?” “Money, of course,” ho retorts. “What
have you done with all that dollar I gavo you
last week?” Witch-Hazel.
THE ROYAL LITTERATEUR,
Yhe Late Saxon Kinfff and His
lations of Orysut and Ollier Amer
ican undEnfliyh roots.
Dr. Rudolph Doehn, iu the Ffcnna Press.
King John of Saxony had. some time ago ex
pressed his doslro to road to mo his translations
into Goman of Southey’s, Shelley’s, Bums’, and
Bryant’s masterpieces. 'When I called at Fllnltz
last month 1 found that tho royal translator was
too sick to receive mo. But my cord was deliv
ered to him, and so I received a few days ago
another request to call upon him.
I found the genial old man In on oasy-ohair
at an open window in his library. ' I believe that
thoro is hardly a literary man who would not be
envious upon visiting that library. It is fall of
tho rarest literary treasures, and everything in
the quaint, old-fashioned room is so convenient
ly arranged that the book that Is wanted con bo
found in a moment.
Tho King looked wan and very polo. Ho znado
on attempt to rise, but seeing that ho was very
feeble, I hastened to bog him to keep his soat.
“You have boon very sick, sire,” I said, re
spectfully. • v
“Yes; my days are numbered,” ho replied in
a low tone, “ and yot, a month ago, I thought I
would llvo several ycais yot.”
1 attempted a word of encouragement, hut he
intercepted me by a sad smile, shaking his head
once or twice.
Then he brought np tho subject of his trans
lations. Everybody pays homage to his splen
did translations of Brinlo, which will always re
main a standard work in Gorman literature.
Tho more anxious I was to boar some of lus
translations from tbo great poets of England
and America. He handed mo several largo
shoots of parchment, on which ho bad written in
bluo ink, in unusually largo characters.
In so doing ho remarked smilingly:
“Myoyonight hto long 01000 failed tno tu ft
groat extent. But still Ido not use glasses. I
am writing in regular lapidary stylo, though, as
you see.’’
Tho shoots I read contained translations of
somo of Shelley’s minor poems. 1 road them
carefully, and compared the rendering with the
original.
The King pointed out tho difilcult passages,
. and consulted mo as to the felicity of his trans
lation. I gavo him my opinion frankly, and ho
unhesitatingly accepted my suggestions. .
, “ I mot poor Shelley ia Italy, many years ago,
and passed two days with him at Sorronto.
Tiook was with me, and I was amused at tho
rather excited discussions tho two had about
difficult passages In Shakgpearo, whoso plays
Tiook was thou translating into Gorman.
“ I was told,” I remarked, “ that Your Majesty
was likewise at work upon a translation of somo
of Bhokspoaro’s plays,”
“Only Romeo and Juliet,” ho replied; but I
am dissatisfied with my work, and shall not allow
it to be published.”
Ho told mo then exactly what ho had ready for
tho ’ press—some seventy poems. About ono
fif th are from Bryant and several other American
poots.
“ Tho English language caused mo a great deal
of difficulty whon I attempted to learn it first.
That was forty years ago. whon I spent throe
months at tho court of King William IV. of
England. I suppose I had mado myself
so familiar with Italian, of which I
was , passionately fond in my youth,
that tbo strong; torse British tonguo
was rather indigestible for my spoiled Southern
stomach, and 1 give it up in despair. But about
18601 resumed the study of tho language, and I
have now grown very fond of it. I read En
glish papers every morning, and for years at our
receptions I have been able to converse with
Englishmen and Americans in their own ver
nacular.”
I expressed to the old King my gratitude for
tho appointment as Professor of English at tho
University of Loipuic.
“It is a groat oversight of my predecessors,”
bo sold. In reply, “nottohavo mado such an
appointment long ago. Sinoo 1850, at least ono
fourth of the trade of Saxony has boon with
England and America ; and now, thank God,
every pnpll at our lyooums who roaches tho sec
ond class has to learn to epoak English 1”
The King sent for refreshments, and sipped a
Uitlo champagne.
“It is tho only wine I can stand, ho said. “It
Is the poet's wine. How different from tbo
thick strong old Falerian. which Horace praises
so highly I Had tho gonial Romanknown cham
pagne, I believe ho would havo despised his
Falorian as wo do.”
Tho King rose, and I thought It was a signal
for me to depart; but he restrained mo and said:
“ Keep your seat, and look over my translations.
If you find anything to alter, note it down on
this sheet. lam going to Ho down. It docs mo
Sood to sloop an hour or two at this timo of tho
ay.”
170 shook hands with mo, tottored feebly out
of the room, and loft mo alono at his desk.
I performed my work conscientiously, and
found a good deal to suggest. Whon 1 paused
during my work, I could not help wondering at
tho onlld-llko confidence with which tho old
King had loft me at bis own desk. But I often
heard similar traits of his. 1 looked awhile at
tho old desk. It seemed to have stood thoro
many a year. Momentous documents, involving
tho life and death of many, had undoubtedly
boon signed on it. A curious feature was tho
King's writing-tools; raven’s quills, which ho
outs himself. Thoro lay also tho old penknife
which ho uses for chat purpose. No school-hoy
would give moro (ban a few cents for it. On tho
floor, bosldo the King’s chair, lay a copy of Vic
tor Hugo’s “ Anuoo Terrible.” Ilajl his Majesty
thought of translating the terrible book of tho
republican bard of Franco ?
When my work was done I rose and a servant
from tho ante-room stepped in and informed mo
that my own conveyance had been sent hack to
tho city, and (hat ono of the royal carriages was
waiting for mo.
Had Ventilation.
A protest against drunkenness ims Just boon
made by a distinguished Gorman, which deserves
attention from its novel phraseology if it is not
now In substance, Carl Pfeiffer, Secretary of,
'HE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE! SUNDAY, 'NOVEMBER 23. 1«73.
tho American Institute of Architects, in a napor
read boforo tho American Health Association at
Now York, on tho health principle of architec
ture, denounces bad ventilation as productive of
tho worst kind of intoxication. Onrhonlo add,
which is thus developed, bo says, Is a moat lorrl
blo agent of dlsnane, Insanity, and immorality;
and tho more fearful because . indulged by
all classes. Our good people who crowd over
heated churches and halls, ami Ml for an hour or
two In a cloudy packed maas, with closed win
dows and doors, may have tho hondooho when.
they got out of doors again, but they will bo
uurprliod tu bo told that they are really drunk
ards. Buch, howovor, they are, If Mr. Pfeiffer
bo right, and worse oven than their few brethren
and sisters in tonomont-housoß. Tho latter can
not help ihomsolvos, while tho latter voluntarily
subject thomsclvos to tbo Inlluoucos of a poison
which has not ovon tho merit of bolng a pleasant
stlmulaht.
LUKE.
(In tho Colorado Park, 1873,)
ut HKET UAIITE,
Wet’s that you're rcadln’7—a novel? A novel—well,
, dam my skin I
You, a men grown ami bearded, ana Listin' such stuff
or. thut In—
Bluff about gala ond Iholr sweethearts! No wonder
you’re thlu 02 a knife.
Look nt mo I—clar two hundred—and novor read one
1 Imuy life I
That’s my opinion 6* novels. And, cz to thotr lyin’
round here, ■
Thoy belonged to tho .Todgo’s daughter—tho Jedgo who
: camo up last year
On ncconut of his lungs. and tho mountains, and tho
balsam o’ pluo una flr;
Add. his (laitgutor—'well, sho road novels, and that’s
; what’s tho matter Avllb her.
Yet sho was sweet on tho Jodgo, and stuck by him day
' and night,
Alone In tho cabin up yor—(111 she grew Hko a ghost,
. 1 all while.
.Sho was only a slip of a thing, cz light and ez up and
away
Ez rifle-smoko blown through tho woods, but sho
; wasn't my kind—no way 1
Spcaklu o' gals, d’yo mind that house ez you rlso ■ tho
: hill,
A mile i»ud n half from While’s, and jlst above Mat
' tlngly’s mill ?
You do? Wei), now, thar'o a gall What, you saw
hor 7 O, oomo now, thar, quit 1
She was only bodovlln 1 you boys, for to mo sho don’t
’ cotton ono hit.
Now, olio’s what I colt a gal—os pretty and plump cz a
> quail; > •
Tcolb oz while ez a bound's, and they’d go through a
1 teuponny-nall:
Eyes that Idu snap Ufeea cap. So sho aakod to know
- “ Wlmrl wns hid,”
She did I 0, It’s JUt like her boss, for abo’a peart sz a
1 Katy-did.
But what wns I talking of?— 01 tbo Jedgo and his
< daughter—she read
Kovels the whole day long, and I reckon she road them
abed.
And sometimes aho road them out loud to the Jodgo
on tbo porch whore ho ant,
And’twnnhoir “Lord Augustus ” said this, and how
. “ Lady Blaucho ” aho said that.
But the sickest of nil tliat I heerd was a yarn that
they road ’bout a chap,
11 Loathor-Stocking ” by name, and a hunter chock
full o’ tbo greenest o’ enp; • *
And they anked mo to hoar, hut 1 says, 11 Bliss Mabel,
not any foe mo;
When I Ukcs I can cling my own lies, and thet chap
and 1 shouldn’t agree,”
Tot somehow-or-othor eho was always tayin 1 1 brought
her to mind
Of folko about whom sho had read, or autbln belike of
thet kind;
And thar warn’t no end o’ the names that aho give me
thet summer up here,—
“EoblaHood,” “Leather-Slocking,” “Bobßoy,”—o,
1 I tell you, the critter was queer.
And yet, cf she hadn’t been spiled, sho was harmless
enough In her way,
Sho could jabber in French to her dad, and they say
that sho knew how to play,
And sho worked mo that shot-pouch up thar—which
the man doesn’t live cz kin use,
And slippers—you aeo ’em down yer—oz would cradle
an Ihjln’a pappooao.
Yet along o’ them novels, you eco, eho was wastin’ and
mopin’ away.
And then sho got Hhy with her tongue, and at last had
nothin* to say;
And, whenever I happened around, her face it was hid
by a book,
And it warn’t until she loft that aho give me oz much
oz a look.
And this was tho way it was. It'was night when I kem
up hero
To say to ’em all 44 Good-bye,” for I reckoned to go for
doer
At “ aun-up ” tho day they left. So I shook ’em all
round by tbo hand,
’Copt Mabel, ond aho was sick, oz they gave me to un
derstand.
' But, jlst as I passed tho house next morning, at dawn,
somo ouo,
Like a liltlo waver o’mlfit, got up on tho tho
sun; •
Miss Mabel it was, alone,—all wrapped in a mantle o’
• laco,— '
And sho stood thoro straight In the road, with a touch
o’ tho suu in her face.
And sho looked mo right In the eye—l’d Boon suthln
llko it before
'When I Inmtcd a wounded doe to tho edge o’ tho Olear
Lalco aboro,
And I had my knoo on its nook, and lint wu ralaln’ my
kuifo, .
When it atva ma a laolc Uli» ihal. «n<l—VccU. 11 uul u(T
with Its life.
44 Wo aro going today,” ebo said, “ and I thought I
would eay good-byo
To you in your own house, Luke—lheflo woods, and tho
bright blue sky I
You*vo always been kind to ns, Luke, and papa has
found you atilt
Aa good as tho atr ho breathes, and wholesome as
Laurel Troo UIU.
ft And well alwayn think of you, Luko, as tho thing wo
could not take away;
Tho balsam (bat dwells In tho woods, the rainbow that
' lives In tho spray.
And you’ll sometimes think of me, Luko, as you know
you onco used to say,
A rlflo-smoko blown through tho woods, a moment,
but never to' stay, 11
And tbon we shook hands. Sho turned, but a-suddent
nhe tottered and fell.
And I caught her sharp by tho waist, and hold her a
minft—well.
It was only a roluu, you know, that oz cold andez
wbltoshelny •
Ez a enow-flako hero on my breast, and then—well,
she molted away—
And was gone. . . . And tbar aro her books; hut I
says not any for me,
Good enough may bo for some, hut them and I
- mightn't agree.
They spited a decent gal ez might hov made some chop
a wife,
And look at mo I—clot two hundred—and never read
ono In my life 1
—Scribner's for December.
Getting: Clothe*.
From the Danbury AVic*.
When » woman buye an article of wearing ap
parel, it la all right. Bho is not counseled to
take it back bocauso of this or that defect. Sho
ignores man’s knowledge in the matter, and ho is
only 100 glad to escape to make any protest.
But when hb upholsters himself In any particu
lar, she gives the articles tho most critical exam
ination, and in nine cases out of ton hurries him
right back with it. Between that man's regard
for his wife and fear of tho merchant, ho loses a
great deal that is pleasant In this woild. It is
also & little singular what a wonderful effect
the store where you have made tho pur
chase baa upon tho fit of tho article. I have
known a man to go back throe times with a coat,
Tho first time it pinched him a little under the
arms. The dealer bad him try it on; then
pulled It down in tho back, stood off and squinted
at it, and then said, 41 How does that fool now ? M
The man, perspiring at every poro, and fool
ing that ho was guilty, in some way. of taking
unfair aduantago of a trusting follow-mortal,
confessed It was much bettor, and wont off.
Tho next day ho appeared, with tho impression
that there was no wool in tho - cloth; his wife
said so. The salesman gave him such a pitying
?:lanco, and whipped the coat over from ono side
o the other so rapidly, and talked so fast about
texture and wool, that tho miserable wretch was
glad to got the garment back, and get out of the
store.
Two days later, he sneaked In again with the
coat under his arm. This timo it pinched across
the hack. Tho tailor had him try Hon again,
and then nibbed it across tho back and pulled it
at tho front, and sold ho never saw anything fit
like that in his life; and the man wont off with
a similar belief. Ho didn’t go back any more;
but ho used to stand In front of that store, when
no one was looking, and shake his fist through
tbo window at the tailor, and think up the things
ho wanted to do to him, but which thoro ap
peared no Immediate prospect of doing.
XKorsc>SUooinar Extraordinary*
J'rom the yew York ISvits, yov, 10.
Borne days ago a match was made between two
borse-shoors of South Brooklyn, each man bet
ting SIOO that ho could make more horse-shoes
than tho other within a specified timo. Tho
names of tho men aro John Burns and George
Boyle, and. as both have the reputation of being
adepts in the art of horse-shooing, the contest
excited a good deal of interest. Tuo match came
on yesterday, and was attended by largo num
bers of horno-eliocrs and sporting men from Now
York, Now-Jersey, and even the neighboring
States of Connooticut and Pennsylvania, George
Boyle worked iu his brother’s shop, on Living
ston street, and Burns worked at Slavin’a shop,
on Atlantia avenue. Patrick Doyle watched
Burns, and Blaviu watched Boyle. Each roan
bad a helper. The men worked eight hours,
during which Boyle turned out 11,010 shoes.
Trhilo Bnrnn manufactured bnt 11,000, time
losing tho match. As nn exhibition-of endur
ance and skill, tho feat was a most remarkable
one, and surpasses anything in the horco-shoo
inglluo over accomplished In America. Some
thousands of dollars changed hands on tho re
oult.
HTJMOR.
One touch of pamc makes tho whole world
shin.
—A modem writer on social science divides
the human race Into three clauses : Those who
think lb is on, those who think it isn’t so, and
those who don't care a whether it la so or
not.
—Jnok, who is at boarding-school in the coun
try, writes homo: “ Please send mo a good trap
to catch woodchuck and a piece of carpet for
mo to say my prayers on."
—Jenkins told his son, who proposed to .buy
a cow in partnership, to bo sure and buy the
hinder half, as It eats nothing and gives all tho
milk.
—Minnie— 11 I’m In snch a quandary for if I
turn my back on Charley ho becomes offended
at once ? and, if 1 don't, ho can’t see my now
Duckies. What shall Ido ?"
—They hurry things up in Dubuque, A young
man there met a strange girl on a street-car tho
other day, paid her faro, and married her throe
hours afterward. Bless you, my children 1
—Tho Louisville Courier-Journal says that
because an ollicc-huutor handles throe or four
stiff horns in a bar-room, before breakfast, that
is no reason why ho should try to palm himself
off on tho Grangers ns a “horny-handed farmer."
—There is nothing pleasanter, when in tho de
clining years of lifo, than to have tho boy who
used to catch all tho fish and find all tho berries
conic to you foil tho loan of a half-dollar,. Time
works its revenge.
—Enthusiastic English tourist in Scotland to
native coachman—"And is that Indeed thohouso
in which Hob Boy was horn?" Native coach
man—“Eh; sir, air It’s just one o* them."
-According to Boooher, “ The cheapest thing
on earth is a moan man. A faithful dog dies
and is missed, a good and stately horse dies and
ho is missed, the emigration of the birds in au
tumn is a source of sadness to us, hut moan men
die end few tears fall."
—The old-clothes dealers say that very little
stook is brought in. Wearing old garments Is
growing popular, and it may turn out before tho
winter Is over that it will bo high stylo for gen
tlemen to attend opera with spectacles in the.
rear of their pantaloons— Louisville Courier-
Journal.
—The panic baa reached Utah. Businessmen,
according to an exchange, aro reducing their
number of wives, and getting rid of all other
outstanding obUgationa as fast as possible.
—Domestic Economy—Mlthor—“ Now, Joan,
when tho folks come to toa, mind ye divert them
as mucklo as yo can. And, Joan, when the
cakes and eic-liko things are han’od round, bo
mannerly, and sot tho example by just Bayin’,
* No, thankyo,’ to it all."
—One of the Japanese students at Yale was
accosted by a Sophomore tho other day with,
“What’s yonr name?" ' Tho gentleman from
Japan answered politely, giving his surname.
“ Ohj” rejoined the questioner, “ you heathen
don’t havo but one name, I see ?’’ " What' was
the first name of Moses ?” was tho reply.
—Use and Abuse—Old Gent—“ You don’t
moan to toll mo, waiter, that you can’t glvo mo a
toothpick." Woiter—“ Well, sir, wo used to keep
’em, but the gents almost invariably took ’em
away when they’d done with ’ora."
—Not long since, at Sunday-school, the teach
er, after trying hard to impress on tho minds of
a class of small boys tho sin of Sabbath-broak
ing, asked: “la Sunday bettor than any other
day.?’’ when tho smallest boy in tho class an
swered : “ You bet your boots it is ?’’
—Writing a sketch of his lifo, an Irishman
says that ho early ran away from bis father be
cause ho discovered that ho was only his uncle.
—Throe little boys—good little boys of tho
Sunday-school biography sort—wore comparing
progress in tho catechism. “1 have got to
original sin," said tho first. “I am in total de
pravity," said tho second. “ Bnt lam away be
yond redemption,” said the third.
—lrascible Old Party—“ Guard, why didn’t you
wake mo as I asked you? Here I am, miles be
yond my station I" Guard—“ldid try, sir, but
all I could got you to say was, * All right, Maria,
got tho children their breakfast and I'll bo down
in a minute I’"
—Sunday Stories.—Aunt Ethel—“ But when
his brethren next saw Joseph, they found' him
in a position of great authority and power."
Alice—“ Was ho o king, Aunt Ethel ?'• Aunt
Ethel—“ No. But ho was very high—nearly
next to tho king." Alice (who is fond of cards)
—“ Was ho a knave, then ?’*
—Awful thought (if it goes on much longer)
—There is a Ticubourno from which *no traveler
returns.
—When Judy's milkman beard of tbo noise
thoy’ro making about tbo adulteration of milk,
ho said, "Water fuss 1”
~An old negro woman was hoard to exclaim,
"Thomas Jefferson, you and James Madison
oomo into tbo bouso, and bring Abo Lincoln
along with you, or I’ll roach for you, suah I”
"Joshßillings says: "Iwill state for the In
formation of those who haven’t had a chance to
lay in sokrit wisdom az freely az I have, that one
Blnglo hornot who fouls well can break up a wholo
camp-mooting.”
—A Mr. Dihm runs a stove and hardware store
up at Eagle Harbor, and the Marquette journal
says; "Ho must have an extensive trade, for
wo have hoard his name mentioned in connec
tion with all tbo stoves and stovepipe wo over
saw put together hero or elsewhere.”
—A tondor-hoartod little girl came In from the'
woods and showed a face covered wlthmosqaito
bites. "Why did you not drive them away?”
sold tbo mother. "They would not go,” said
tho child. "Why did you not kill them ?’* “It
would not have boon right,” was tho answer.
" But 1 have soon you lull them at homo,” urged
tho surprised mother. "Yes, mamma,” argued
the child firmly, “if they come iuto my house
and bite mo, 1 kill them; but if I go into tbo
woods, that is their house, and I have no right
to kill them.”
—A young gentleman in Augusta, Me., flatoly
made an evening call upon a young lady. It was
getting along toward 0 o’clock, when the 1 young
lady inquired tho timo of evening. " Five min
utes to 9,” was tho reply. " How long will it
tako you to go homo ?" ‘ ‘ Five minutes, 1 should
Judge.” " Thou.” said tbo young lady, "if you
start now you will got homo just at 9 o'clock.”
Ho performed tho feat on time.
—Johnny attends school, which will explain
tho following short dialogue between him aud
his father: "Johnny, I didn’t know’you got
whipped tho other day," said ho. " You didn’t ?
Well, if you’d boon in my brooches you’d have
known it."
—Uncle James, walking with niece Mary, aged
i, points to tho moon, on whoso disc tho dark
spots show quite plainly, and says: " There is a
man in tho moon, burning brush.” Tho infant
ile realist puts up her little nose and snuffs, say
ing : •• Yes, I 'moll tho ’make 1"
—A good old elder of a church, who was given
to extravagaut exaggeration, was at last called
to account for hla offenses In that respect, aud
admonished not to give way to tbo besetting sin
in future. The good old roau received tho admo
nition meekly and earnestly and said : " I know
bow prone 1 am to this fault, my brethren, and
It has given mo tortures of pain; and night after
night I have shed barrels of tears over it.” Tho
meeting adjourned in silence.
DANUEHBIEB,
Thursday, the 27th, is announced as a day of
Thanksgiving. Business generally will bo sus
pended, audlho day given up to contemplating
our blessings aud throwing dice for turkeys.
—A reader in A T cu> Britain very truthfully and
indignantly asserts, that no woman, howovor
nervous she may be, has a right to wake her
husband from a sound sleep only to toll him on
his inquiring what is the matter, " Nothing,
only 1 wanted to see if you wore awake.”
—A Nice Question of Taato.—Jeweler—What
kind of a chain would you tike ? Young Man-
Well, 1 don't know, hardly. What kind of a
chain would ynn think I ought to have *. that is.
what stylo would you think would bo tho most
becoming for a young man what carries grocer
ies to some of tho host families in town ?
—ln answer to a complaint of the price of
eggs, a White-street grocer took occasion to ex
plain that it was on account of their scarcity be
cause of tho panic, and upon tho customer
E retesting that she could not see the connection
otwoon tbo two, ho further explained, that ow
ing to tho general depression, tho hens woro
running on half timo. She took the eggs.
—A very prudent man In Danbury provides
himself with an extra hat for the mouth of
November. Ho carries it in bis coat-tail pocket,
and when tbo wind lifts tho one from hiu bead,
ho straightway jams on tho other, and then puts
after the first, and thus not only saves much
chaffing from tho unregonorate, hut actually gets
credit as a philanthropist,— tbo general impres
sion being that ho Is in pursuit of somebody
olso’s hat.
—Tho 32ssox street girls aro pursued by an
extraordinary fate. No sooner is one of them
engaged than some grotesque occurrence breaks
up tho match. Tho last instance was on Friday
night, when a young man leaving his young
lady's house fell down the front stoop, and se
verely cut himself with a tintype of uts adored,
on which ho struck In a sitting posture. When
ho found out what hurt him ho was so mad he
could not speak, and when she discovered where
bo carried her picture she was so enraged she
did speak—and to somo effect. They thou part
ed.* She shut herself up in her room, and Uo
went for A doctor to pick out the pieces.
RALPH DAYNER’S DOOM.
If travolors boo strange things, so do artists,
at least. landscape painters do, for thoy aro
travelers as well, and In pursuit of their voca
tion vielt so many remote places, and come in
contact with so many sorts of pooplo, that thoy
ought to bo good story-tellers. The rural and
seafaring populations, with whom of necessity
thoy have to mingle, offer many curious studies
of .character 5 and tho shotohor from nature,
who chances to bo a writer also, may pick up
among them incidents and stories by tho score.
I havo como across many, but the brush has
claimed so much of my timo that, like most of
my craft, 1 have had but little inclination to give
any to tho pen.
However, within the last week some circum
stances have occurred under my very eyes of so
tragic a nature, and associated with so terrible a
story, that I am tempted, before I leave tho spot,
to utilize tho long evenings now sotting in by
writing down the facts as thoy havo come to my
knowledge. •
1 am slaying at a little public house called tho
Pilot, the only hostelry in the small village of
Pitsdoan, situated at tho foot of that enormous
range of chalk cliffs which, at Its highest point,
is'marked on tho charts of tho south coast as
’Bhinglo Head. Thu scant population is com
posed of a few fishermen, farm-laborers, and
some limo-hnmera—those latter being the most
numerous, for llmo-burnlng is carried on exten
sively in tho district, and whoro tho ohalk begins
to'rise from the flatter country by tho beach the
kilns abound,. Odd gaps and roads wind down
to them through tho upheavod soil and fantastic
masses of laud-slip, rendered more fantastic by
tho {cuttings, excavations,. and. blastings con
stantly going on. Little green plateaus jut out
here and there half-way down some of the tailor
cliffs; and notably there is one which, over
hanging a kiln bn one side, and out off on the
other by a rising precipice of chalk, is accessible
only by a narrow winding path descending from
the upper heights. ;
This, together with the range of white cliffs;
very varied in form, and rising In some places to
hundreds of foot; the burning limekiln with its
film of smoke, its dark, cavernous furnace, its
adjacent stack of dried gorse for fuel; tho carts
and horses going to and fro down the stoop road
to 1 tho beach, and across tho sands to tho little
craft that has pub In at flood-tide, and is now at
the obb loft stranded to receive her cargo of lime
stone; thomovingfiguroß,andsomoboata—mado :
up a bit of coast scenery which tempted rob to
submit for a week. or so to the limited accom
modation offered by the Pilot. I had marked
down the econo during a long walk, and had de
termined to take up my quarters at tho rough Inn
for the purpose of painting it. .So six days ago
I came over, bag and baggage, from Holmstono.
the watering-place where I was staying, and sot
to work betimes the next morning.
Tho autumual weather. was beautiful, and the
effect just what I wanted; but the little craft
was absent, and as she formed a' conspicuous
item in the picture, I grow anxious for her ap-
Ecaranco as tho tide came in. When it was at its
ighest, however, she slowly rounded the head
land, and dropp'od anchor in her old berth a little
before noon. I know that by tho timo tho men
had had their dinner she would bo lyinghigh and
diy, and taking in her cargo, in tho usual pictur
esque fashion.
Besting for a .while, I strolled down to tho
beach to got a closer look at her. Sho was rough
aud tub-like—as might bo expected, remember
ing her trade—cutter-rigged, and of from fifteen
to twenty tons burden. There was a dock, and
cabin hatchway forward, an open hold, and tho
Yellow letters on her black stern announced that
sho was the Betsy, of Holmstono, and that Balph
Daynor was her master. Tho sea was calm, but
there was Just enough ripple breaking on tho
shore to prevent tho purport of some very high
words issuing from the tiny cabin being hoard.
Nevertheless, I could make out onough to under
stand that there was a man abusing and bullying
a woman. Once there was. something very like
a scream, but soon all was silent, and presently
a sailor emerged from tho hatchway. Calling to
a boy, apparently asleep in the hold, the two got
into tho little boat which the cutter had in tow,
and pulled ashore. Then they hauled it up on
to tho beach, aud I saw. that the man was a huge
broad-shouldered, bull-ncckod, ill-looking follow.
As he walked away toward the kilns, exchanging
a few rough words with tho men at work there,
and disappeared up the road loading to tho vil
lage, I thought 1 had never soon a worse speci
men of his class.
Bitting down again to my easel, I became
mtfoh absorbed, and aa tho dinner-hour loft tho
spot quite deserted,.l remained for a long timo
from tho interruption of auy of thoso on-lookers
who are always;.more or loss attracted by tho
sight of an artist sketching, Practice has made
mo generally indifferent to thoso molestations,
and so, when after a whilo I was conscious that
some one was standing near me, lat first paid
little hoed to tho fact. But when for a moment
I chanced to turn my hood, 1 was rather startled
by tbo sullen and forbidding Aspect of tho indi
vidual at my elbow. Ho was a tab, thin, pale
faced man of about forty, with shaggy iron-gray
beard and malted hair.
Dressed la a heomirohed and seedy suit of
black, and wearing au old chimney pot-hat, ho
looked very different from any of my usual audi
ence; but it was not so much this which dis
turbed mo os his unpleasant store—a stave bent
upon me, bo It remarked, and not upon my pic
ture. I could see out of the cornor pf my eye
that ho was not regarding what I was doing at
all. , Ho had his back turned too muoh toward
the easel for that, and oaoh time that I glanced
up at him, and our eyes mot, I encountered a
dark, sinister scowl. I tried, however, to ignore
'his presence, although I confess it affected mo
disagreeably. By degrees, too, I bad a sensa
tion that he was trying to got nearer to me
without my knowing it, and I became sure of
this at last as I furtively watched his feet. They
were certainly creeping, os it wore, toward mo,
and, without taking a stride, he had got much
closer to mo than ho was when I first noticed
him. Ho was now not above a yard from
whore I sat, and so I looked up at bim at
last point-blank. Ho winced a little under my
steady glance, dropped bis wild eyes for a mo
ment, and moved slowly round to tho other side.
Again I tried to go on with my work aafd to for
got him. In a more solitary place 1 should have
felt rather uneasy j nay, was I not really fool
ing so*now?—for hero, at tbls hour, with tho
coast utterly deserted, I was as much alone as I
well could bo. ,
1 did not know what to make of the follow.
Did he want to attack and rob mo? Ho hardly
looked like a pickpocket; but yet I could not
doubt, from bis strange behavior, that ho had
some sinister intention.
Bosolving thus muoh in my mind, and seeing
that ho was again creeping in his cat-like,
stealthy way toward mo, and this time, os it
seemed, trying to got behind me, I stood up sud
denly, and facing him, said angrily: "What do
you moan by this dodging about ? If you want
to see wbatl am doing, look at it and bo off,
and don’t annoy mo any longer.”
I bad pitched my easel in such a position as
to make it Impossible for any body to got to
my rear without passing very close in
front of mo first: for I was about
half-way up the cliff road, Just at one
end of its zigzag bonds, with a stoop slope
down to tho beach on tbo loft hand, and on the
right a sheer wall of rising chalk. Instead of
answering mo, tho follow burst into a low, Im
pertinent laugh, and, slipping between tbo easel
and tho edge of the oliff, was behind mo in a mo
ment. Turning almost as rapidly, however, I
was again face to face with him; and now there
was barely a foot's space between us. Ho Ap
peared scarcely prepared for this movement, and
again winced perceptibly under my steady gaze.
His long, bony fingers, which wore remarkably
ciaw-like in their action and form, twitched
nervously at bis beard, his laugh ceased, his
eyes dropped, and ho shrank back as if ho
thought 1 was going to strike biro, muoh aa a
fierce dog that had root his master might have
done. Before I bad timo to speak ho shyly and
awkwardly, hut with some politeness, raised his
bat, saying, in a soft, gentle voice, "1 beg your
E anion; I thought I know you. lam sorry to
avo disturbed you, and 1 wish you good-mom
ing.” Then, again slipping by mo, he walked
away down tho road to tho beach, occasionally
looking hack furtively over bis shoulder in my
direction. Ho passed close to tho cutter, finally
disappearing round some jutting rooks, with his
head bent toward tho ground, apparently deeply
absorbed, and noticing nothing around him.
Bight glad was Ito see his back, for 1 had
never been so muoh put out In my life by tho
impertinence of au idler t and the strango con
duct aud appearance of tula man set mo wonder
ing who ho could ho. But tho interest in my
work onoo revived, ho vanished for a time from
my mind. Only when tho short twilight drove
mo to my solitary chop In tho parlor of tbo little
Inn did I think of him again or make any in
quiries.
No, tho landlord didn't know nothin’ at all
about such a customer; ho hadn't never seen his
like up that way; no, nor uo more hadn’t tho
one or two natives who wore by this timo drop
ping In for their evening smoko and glass, 1
have said that (ho Pilot's nccomraodfttlon is lim-
ited j and beyond my snug clean little bedroom
my privacy does not go. This is no hardship,
however, for I have always boon used to rough
ing it; and there Is nothing objectionable to mo
In occasionally mingling with the homely fre
quenters of a village alo-houso. Thus I smoked
my' pipe, ami listened to or chatted with the
few customers a* they came in from lime to
time. Several of them had soon mo at work
during the day; but, o! course, as it was while
they wore absent that my strange visitor had
appeared, and an they know nothing of iiitn
otherwise, they could glvo no information.
At a table in the farthest corner of tho
room—which was fairly spacious, consider
ing tho size of tho house—la company
with two workmen from tho limekilns,
sat ■ the ill-looking follow whom 1 had
aeon come ashore from the culler. As it
was getting late, I was surprised to boo him
there, and asked of a fisherman close beside me
how it was this man had not gone off with his
craft and her cargo before it got dark.
“ Oh,” said tho man in an undertone, 1 “ he
bo's a proper radical sort o' chap, that Ilftlnh
Daynor; there's never no Knowin’ what bo'll no
up to I Soinewhllos he'll go hissolf right ono 1 .
and somewhilos boil just leave it to hia lad and
missus, and go off on tho drink for a week or
two at a time ; and I reckon that's what he's up,
to now. I reckon tho boy and ono o' our men
ull lake the Betsy round to Holmstono to-night
bettor than ho would biaoclf; and bis missus
won’t bo none tho worse for it neither. Proper
radical ho bo's to her too
‘‘ 111 uses her ?” I suggested.
“ Yon, 1 reckon ho docs,” wont on the man;
“ and she bo a poor sad sorb o’ orolur, too, kind
o’, cracky they do say somewhilos. Harmless ono',
you know, sir, but a little weak in her head liko.
and that makes it all tho worse for her, don't
you boo?”
f Of course I could see plainly enough, and of
course I could now understand tho sounds I had
hoard from ou board the butter in the morning.
Our farther talk was hero interrupted by the
sound of wbcola stopping at tho door of tho inn,
followed by tbo burned entrance of two stran
gers. Oho was a strong, broad-shouldered man,'
m appearance rather liko an upper groom out of
livery; tho other, also tall and strong, looked
liko a doctor. Ho said, abruptly, “Do any of
you hero happed to hnvo soon wandering about
over tho downs and cliffs to-day a tali, thin, palo
faped man. with a board, dressed In black, and
wearing a high U&t ? "
. I instantly replied that certainly I had seen a
( person answering this description, and I briefly
told tho gentlemen under what circumstances.
“Thava bo,” ho replied, “without doubt.
Now look hero,” ho added, addressing the com
pany generally, who wore of courso all attention;
“he is a madman, and this morning bo escaped
from the asylum at Holmstono. Now I offer £5
reward, to any ouo who shall bo tho moans of
helping us to secure him. Depend upon it ho is
not far off, but as it is dark. I am afraid wo may
not bo able to find him till the morning. Still, if
any.of you who know tho country wolf will guide
mo and my man, wo will go and do what vro can.
He’ll bo stowing himself aw&y under some barn
or. hay-rick, or down on the shore somewhere,
perhaps. Can you lot us have a loutoru or two,
landlord ?”
Naturally tbo whole roomful was astir by this
time. Every one volunteered his services, and
a couple of lanterns being produced, and a move
made towards tho door, the doctor paused as bo
reached it, and said, “ Now, steady 1 I must
warn you of one thing ; ho is very dangerous,
what wo call a homicidal maniac—that Is to say,
ho will try to murder, try to strangle, any body
ho gets bold of who shows tho slightest fear of
him. He has already killed a man in his mad
ness ; that is why ho has boon shut up. But if
you face him boldly, look straight Into hisoyo,
and show that you are not afraid of him, you
will have no moro difficulty in dealing with him
than you would with ono of tho sheep on those
hills; but If ho sees you shrink from himjfor on
instant, he’ll have his fingers in your neckcloth
before you know whore you are, and slight as he
is, ho is as strong as a lion.”
I need not say what flashed through my mind
at this moment, or how thankful I felt for tho
escape X had had. Among tho six or eight eager,
listening faces turned toward the doctor while
ho spoke, there was only ono that grew pale; tho
tallest and biggest man in tho room was the only
ono who showed the slightest sign of cowardice.
This was Bolph Daynor, tho owner of the cutter,
who, at tbo concraslon of the doctor’s words,
drew back, unporcoivod by everybody hut mo,
to tho corner whore ho had been Bitting, and,
with something that was very like a shudder,
sank moodily into his chair, and took a deep
draught of tho liquor In front ,of him. I was
tho last to leave tbo room as tho little crowd
wont forth into tho night, and I loft him still
sitting there.
Having, by tbo aid of a lantern, conducted the
doctor to tho spot whore I had boon sketching,
and pointed out tbo way tho man had taken when
ho loft mo, I returned to the inn, having no
mmd to assist farther In tho exciting search.
Daynor had not moved from his corner in tho
parlor when I pcapocl in, and I went to bod full
of uncomfortable reflections upon tho escape I
had had from the clutch of thoseloug, bony fin
gers. Had not something urged mo to assumo
au angry, dominant tono toward tho unfortunate
madman ns promptly as I did, there is no doubt
ho would havo wreaked hia homicidal propensi
ties upon mo. • He would havo crept to within a
springing distance, and then, like a wild boast;
would have strangled mo or thrown mo over the
cliff. As it was, finding me prepared and reso
lute, ho suddenly assumed the fawning tone and
hypocritical manner which I have understood to
be part of the cunning displayed by those afflict
ed with this direst of diseases.
With no small regret I learned next morning;
that tho search proved fruitless, and that the
lunatic was still at largo. It was very much like
hearing that a man-eating tiger was prowliug
shout tuo neighborhood, and jl confess to hav
ing hesitated about going on with my work.
Yot I could not well afford to loso a day, and as
I had shown myself master of the situation
once, 1 would roly ou being able to do so again.
Therefore, keeping a sharp look-out, it was not
long ore 1 was ensconced in my old position,
and fully engrossed with my sketch. As luck
would have it. the spot was unusually quiet
to-day.’ The kilns, ‘though still burning, were
nob being fad ; the Betsy did not come round
from Qolmstono ; and with the exception now
and then of two or tbreo natives loafing about,
on the watch, os they said “ for that thcor cracky
chap, as nobody ’copt the gentleman a-draftiu*
bad clapped eyes on.” I had the cliffs and the
rood all to myself, just at the very time when 1
could have cheerfully submitted to a little com
pany.
Lato in the afternoon the doctor and his man,
both looking weary and travol-atalued from their
want of rest and long tramp, paid mo a short
visit. Their scouts, they said, had failed to find
any trace of the fugitive. Indeed, I believe the
doctor was inclined to doubt the statement I had
made, for ho oroßu-oxamluod mo again and again
upon the whole matter. An hour or more pass
ed ; tho beach, as far as tho oyo could stretch,
was quite deserted, as also wore tho tops of tho
cliffs, along which, from my position,! could see
some way. The sun was declining, tho thin film
of hlno smoko from tho limokilu rose prettily
across the little green plateau before mentioned,
and the wbolo effect at this time was one of per
fect calm and peoco, but also one of intense
loneliness. At last, however, this was rudely
broken by tho appearance of Balph Daynor com
ing down tho road. Ho was far from sober, aud
lurched aud staggered iu hia gait. Ho stopped
now and thou, and appeared to ho looking va
cantly about seaward for his vessel. As ho
neared me ho said, sulkily :
"D'ye 'appen t’ ha* seen that thoor boat o
mine?”
“Not since yesterday,” I replied, shortly.
“ Not since yesterday ?” ho repeated, moodi
ly, first turning hia blood-shot eyes upon mo,
aud then toward the spot whore eho bad boon
lying. “ What d’ye mean by yesterday ? What's
yesterday? ’Twarn’t yesterday I broughhor
round, was it ? No. couldn’t ha* been,” ho con
tinued to mutter; ‘' ’twos s-mornin*. Whore tho
blazes is eho gone ? ”
Aud then ho staggered a paco or two farther
down tho road, stopped, camo back, scowled at
me, muttered another oath, aud retreated by tho
way ho had come.
I had watched him roach the second bond in
the road above mo. whou 1 saw him suddenly
give a start—muon as if ho had soeu a ghost—
and sot off running with all his might. Wonder
ing what could havo produced such unlooked-for
agility in a man of his bulk, I behold, at about
twenty yards from him. a tall, dark figure emerg
ing stealthily from out of onoof tho many cut
tings or chalk-pits by tho side of tho road. I
immediately recognized tho madman. Ho was
without his bat, and was stooping or crouching,
os it seemed at first, but, as Daynor took to hia
heels, ho presently set off running after him.
1 stood up from my easel and shouted. I had
a whistle with mo, and blow it with all my might
—did everything t could to raise an alarm, For
a moment a turn In tho road hid alike pursuer
and pursued from my view, but presently they
both stood out clearly against the evening sky,
upon tho top of tho nearest cliff. Tho paco
at which tho heavier man moved was extraor
dinary : fear seemed to havo lent him wings;
nevertheless the other was steadily gaining ou
him. and for an instant it looked as if they
might encounter at tho cliff edge. for they wore
running straight toward it. Wlulo I trembled
at the thought of what might then follow, for
I oould imagine that in his blind terror Daynor
did not know iu what direction he was' running,
bo turned nimbly and doubled buck UUo a have j
but, again fooling himself overtaken, hearing,
doubtless, tho quick breathing of his pursuer al
most in his oar (for tho lattor, with outstretched
arm, scorned about to havo him in his grasp), the
terrified ‘fugitive took suddenly to thu little wind*
ing path that led from tho upper height down to
tho green plateau overhanging tho limekiln.
The remnant of his wits fairly scared out of him,
ho probably hardly raw whither ho was 'going,
or bo would havo remembered that, as from hero
tlioro was no escape, a struggle for lifo would
surely ensue.
Itoaohlng tho grass, Darner made for tho
ledge above tho kiln, aud this brought him to
within fifty yards of whoro I was standing. I
could see the terror of his white bloated face;
and, as his bewildered gaze fell upon the yawn
ing red-hot pit of burning limo beneath him, and
he know that ho was caged, he throw up hla
arms with a shriek, and, turning round, en
countered tho mnnlao face to face. They closed
In an instant; the fatal grip was already on
Daynor’s throat. Despite every effort, ho failed
to shako it off, or oven to relax it in tbo least;
but his enormous strength enabled him to lift
his antagonist off tho ground as if ho had been a
child.
As ho did,so tboy fell, but Daynor downward,.
and for several moraontn they wore rolling in a
huddled heap together, tho thin, sinewy, form of
tho madman clinging to and entwining tho
other’s bulky frame as a serpent might coll
round an elephant. Daynor struggled to his
foot again, ami in tho wild whirl which followed
I saw from tho deepening color of his face that
those terrible fingers must bo tightening tholr
hold.
It was a fearful spectacle I Hither and thither
for a few moments more upon that narrow lodge
of turf tho two bodies swayed, now going with a
heavy thud against tho wall of chalk on tho ono
eido, and then staggering perilously near the
sheer cliff above tho kiln on tho other. Twice
again they fell, and twice again Dayner got to his
foot. Ho was now tearing at tho madman’s board
and hair. and dealing smashing blows with his
huge fists at tho fnco of bis foo; bat tho grip
evidently never for an instant lessoned; it was
steadily dome its fatal work'upon tho victim.
All of a sudden tho big mams strength seemed
to fail him entirely. Once more tho two dropped
to tho ground, this time so close to tho edge of
tho plateau that in another instant, before I
could well realize the horror of tho event, they
had i fallen, locked in their deadly embrace with
each other, into the fiery depths of tho lime-kiln
below I
An inquest on the unrecognizable charred re
mains of the two miserable men has brought
out tho torriblo sequel to this tale of brutality
anrt madnoßß. That afternoon, while the whole
village was in commotion at tho nows, there ar
rived two policemen from Helmstone asking for
Ralph Daynor. It appeared that the lad who.
helped him to sad bis craft, finding that his
master did not return in time to save the day
light on tho previous evening, got one of the
boatmen on tho beach to aid him in taking hot
back to tbo neighboring port, as ho had to do on‘
many other occnsiona when, os my fisherman
friend hod suggested, the burly ruffian had
taken to a drinking bout. Tho man and tho boy
Eot into Hclmstono (that place; not being an
out’s sail off) just at night-fall; but oh their
way, not hearing anything of Mrs. Daynor, they
looked into tho little fore-cabin, and, to their
dismay, found the poor woman bleeding and al
most senseless. She faintly told them that her
husband had struck hor a tremendous blow just
before ho loft his boat in the morning; and they
had hardly got hor on shore when she died from
its effects. •
A dreadful retribution had overtaken hor mur
derer, and I bad witnessed it, as also had many :
others; for besides being attracted to tho spot
by my shouts and whistlings, eflmo of tho na
tives of Pltsdcan had canght sight of the begin-/
ning of that chase for life, ana of course bad
followed it up. But, from a strange colnol- ■
donee, accident, or whatever it may have boon, -
the instrument selected by Fate to deal this act 1
of retributive justice turned out to have been a
fearfully fitting one—the miserable maniao be
ing none other than tho brother of Mrs. Daynor* •
The taint of madness was in tho family, and
once, not long ago, it was proved he had attack
ed hor husband, after some high words between
them, and nearly strangled him. This was the
first sign of that homicidal mania which, early
loading to one murder,. as tbo Doctor had
stated, terminated in tho catastrophe X
behold. This accounted for Dayner’s be
havior when ho first hoard of the lu-,
natic being at largo, and tho abject terror ho dis
played on seeing him suddenly emerge from the
chalk-pit. Bis nerves, shattered by hia disso
lute life doubtless, tho recollection of those ter
rible fingers, which had once already boon at hia
throat, scared his wits utterly, and led to hia
seeking safety In flight, the one course of all
others the moat fatal to havo adopted in thq
presence of such a madman.
I doubt If I shall over havo tho heart to finish
my sketch. I fear I can never look upon its
lines without seeing that awful death-struggle
still going on upon tho little green plateau winch
is so prominent a feature in tho subject. At
present tho canvas stands with its face to tbs
wall; and every thing concerning tho tragedy
being now over, and my presence of no farther
use, T think the wisest thing I can do is to pack
up and quit tho Pilot to-morrow morning, en
deavoring as far ns possible to forgot my visit to'
Pitadoan, and all connected with it.— JSnglir
Magazine.
THE BURIAL OF MOSES.
Dtut. 84 : 6.
By Kobo'* lonely mountain,
On this Bids Jordan's 'ware.
In a vale In the land of Slosh,
There Ucs a lonely grave;
Ano no man knows that sepulchre*
And no man saw It o'er,
For the Angel of Qod upturned the
And laid the dead man there.
That was the grandest funeral
That over passed on earth, //'
And no man hoard the trampling
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as the daylight
Comes back when thenlghl is dona*
And tho crimson streak on ocean’s cheek
Grows Into the great oun;
Noiselessly as the spring-time
Her crown of verdnro weaves,
And all tho trees on all tho hills
Open their thousand leaves;
80, without sound of music,
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from tho mountain's Cttfrß
The groat procession swept.
Perchance tho bald old oasis
On gray Bcth-poor’a height,
Out of hia lonely eyrie,
Looked on the wondrous sight*
Perchance the lion, stalking,
BUII shuns that hallowed spot,
For beast aud bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth not.
But. when the warrior dlotb,
Bis comrades In tho war,
With anna rovorted and muffled drtto,
Follow his funeral car;
They show tho banners taken,
They tell the battles won,
And after him load his masteries! a Usd,
Whllo pools tho minute-gun.
Amid tho noblest of tho land
Wo lay tho sago to rest,
And give tho bard on honored pla«v
With coatly marble dreat,
In the great minster-transept.
Where lights like glories fall,
And tho organ rings and tho sweet choir ilsg%
Along the emblazoned walk
This was tho truest warrior
That over bucklod’sword;
This tho most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word;
And never Earth’s philosopher
Traced with bis golden jxm
On the deathless page truths half so Ufa
As ho wrote down for men.
And had ho’ not high honor 7
The hillside for a pall;
To Ho In state while Angels wait,
With stars for taporn tall;
And tho dark rook-pinoa, Uko tossing ploaeoi
Over hia bier to wave;
And God’s own hand In that lonely land
To lay him In tho grave,—
In that strange grave without a name,
Whence bis uuoodlncd clay
Shall break again, O wondrous thought I
Before tho Judgment-Bay,
And stand with glory wrapt around
On tho hills ho never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our Ilfs
With tho Incarnate Sou of God.
A lonely grave In Moab's land I
O dark Both-pcor's hill J
Speak to tboso curious hearts of onra,
Aud teach them to bo still.
God hath His mysteries of grace,— '
Ways that wo cannot toll;
Do hides them deep, like the hidden sleep
Of him Ho loved so well.
Mrs. 0. F. Alexxoteb*
A Singular Incident*
A newspaper published [in Laconia, N. 11., ro
tates tho following: “ A few days eluca a well
known citizen, tUon living near tho Wiora, was
quite nick, and a diet of partridge was rocom
mended, to procure which a sou of the sick roan •
traveled the woods in all directions, without
success, and returned homo disappointing the
household. Very Boon a hawk was seen dying:
over with something struggling in Its claws, and
tho something proved to bo a nice fat partridge
wounded, butnotdoad, that, while over the door
yard of tho aiok man’s house, got free of the
hawk’s claws, and came tumbling down ok the
very door whoro ho was needed. Tho time was
when such an event would have been accounted
ft miracle, now It only happened so*"
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