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A HUMBLE BOY.
An humble boy, with a Shinme pall Went gladly singing Down the dale. To where ihe cow with The brindle tail Her palate on clover did Regale. An humble bee did Gaily sail For over the soft and Shadowy vale, To where the boy with Ihe Bhiring pail, Was uuilking i he cow With brindle tail. The bee lit down on the Cow's lett ear : Her heels flew up through The atmosphere And, through the leaves of A chestnut tree. The boy soared into Eternity. WILLI I'D DO FOB HIM. BY SAUCY SALLY. I'd look for him I'd cook for him I'd live in a quiet nook for him. I'd boil for him I'd toil for him Round his neck my ami I' coil for him, I'd roast for hm I'd toast for him 01 his virtues I'd hoast for him. r d smile for h Im Wait awhile for him I'd walk ten hundred miles for him. I'd carry for him I'd tarry for him Then at last I'd marry for him. I'd care for him I'd dare for him I'd almost live on air lor him. I'd fear for him I'd rear Jor him Our little ones so dear to him. I d tave riches for him Sew stiches for nim In the rips of his old breeches for him. I'd beat for him CarDets neat for him But hang me if I'd warm his cold feet for him. MT FIKST EDITOR. "It's the natural result of a severe course of Swinburne." I snatched up my manuscript and was leaving the room, flushed with shame, trembling with rage and indignation, when the editor s voice arrested my at tention. I turned round and looked at him scornfully, for I felt I could have withered him with a glance ; but he did not seem to feel it much. "You're a most impetuous young lady," he said, in a slow, low musical voice. 'I have not half finished my criticism of this very remarkable production," and he took the manuscript-quietly but res olutely from my trembling fingers. "Now Miss" "Jones," I said shortly. "Not, not Jones ; but the name will serve;" ana l leit his keen gray eyes on my face, and observed an amused smile hovering around the corners of his mouth, which was half hidden by a long fair drooping mustache. "Now, Miss Jones, pray sit down" he indicated high leather-covered chair just opposite to mm and let us talk this matter over. If you had been content, like other aspiring young authors, to send your contribution in the ordinary way through the medium of the postman and a newspaper wrapper, it would have been declined, doubtless, and returned with or without the customary, though not very consoling tnanks; Dutj since you have bearded the lion in his den, you must listen to me for a few minutes." I bowed and sat down. He had got out his scalpel and was going to scarify me mercilessly, but as I had brought it on myself I felt I must heroically endure it, though I glanced surreptitiously round the "den" in search of some means of es cape. He "fixed me with his glitteiing eye," and I waited wondering why I had been so mad and misguided as to enter an editorial office at all. Slowly, deliberately, and with a sort of fiendish satisfaction, he smoothed out the crumpled manuscript, glancing at me with amused interest. ' "Why do you write poetry. Miss Jonesr "I don't know; because I like to, I sup pose." "A woman's reason therefore valid. But do you honestly and really think it necessary for people, even in poetry, and supposing they are very much in love with each other which no one is now adays is it necessary for them to be 'bitten' and 'smitten' and that sort of thing? Is it really desirable in the in terests of common humanity, for hearts to be 'melted' and 'smelted'?" and he placed his finger under a certain stanza. "This sentiment, for instance, is simply ferocious." "Don't!" I cried angrily. "Its very cruel and unkind of you! If you don't want my poetry you can say so and have done with it." " My passion flowed forth as a torrent' which of course rhymes with 'abhor rent." ''Stop, please!" and I thrust my fin--gere into my ears in the most undigni fied misery; but I could not shut out the ound of the clear, quiet, mocking voice. I closed my eyes; but still there was the horrid, gloating, good-looking editor watching me steadily, his hand resting on my beautifully written poem I thought then and think to this day that it was and is beautiful. "When I looked at him again he was laughing at my dis tress, smiling to himself like a ghoul or a harpy, or something equally horrid, but that he was exasperatingly good looking. "Now, Miss Jonett what else have you written besides this very remarkable production?" with another suppressed smile. ' 'Some blank verse and blanker pnse. And more of both than anybody knows.' " I reply, a little bitterly. "Will you please give me my manuscript? I am very sorry to have troubled you; I shall never do so againl" "Oh, yes, you will; and I shall be very glad to consider some of the blank verse you speak so despairingly of 1 If you will let me see a nice, matter-of-fact, common-place little story, or a short article on some useful domestic subject, such as 'The Average Servant' or 'Occupation for Girls' anything of that sort can you suggest anything?" and he looks at me gravely and questioningly "something novel and attractive, that might be treat ed briefly and brightly made 'a feature' of. in short I shall be very much pleased to consider anything of that sort you may favor me with, Miss Jones." lie always paused most provokingly after the "Miss," and I hardly knew whether to be angry or to laugh outright as I stammered a feeble "Thank you.' "And you really should cut Swin burne," he added, with a meaning glance at the manuscript. , "I don't know Mr. bwmburne that is, I met him only once, and then he said something to me in Greek," I replied. "He might have said sometning mucu -w . -r . 1 -I worse. xut x roereiy mean you sliuumj. not devote so much of your time to his poetry the 'Poems and Ballads,' for in stance, and the 'Songs before Sunrise.' " "How do you Know l aor" "Internal evidence ;" and he touched my manuscript. "This betrays a severe course, xou must alter your styie. jj.us Jones. Time enough for you to come to the cynical-sensual-metaphysical-incom-prehensible in ten years, say. You'll be educated up to tne point oi not oeiiev ing a word of it by that time. Kindly leave me your address, and the manu script shall be returned in the usual way." "No. 17 Brown street. Bloomsbury, v. C," I replied, my face crimson, "care of Mrs. Kent." He wrote it down, and then stood up to indicate that the interview was oyer, bowed formally, and then touched a little bell. Suddenly a small boy appeared, who conducted me down dark break neck stairs, though several moldy, dusty, labyrinthine passengages and out through a book-sellers shop. I felt more thor oughly small, mean, miserable, and dis gusted than I had ever felt in my whole life as I emerged from the shady by street containing the office into the light and bustle of Ficcadilly, and, as l got in to a 'bus, I vowed never again to come to a personal encounter with an editor. Hereto I had been content to drop my little contribution modestly into the letter-boxes of certain weekly publications that delight in small stories, or I would send them by post and await the result with what patience 1 could, bometimes mv stories and verses were accepted, sometimes not, and I fancied that, if an editor only knew how very much in earnest, how devotedly attached to my calling for I had. married the Muse of .Literature lor better lor worse there was no choice between doing that and being a governess he would have a far better opinion of me and give me an imDortant permanent position on his naDer immediately. Then I had heard so much about the editor of the Arling ton : all the eirls at the reading room of the British Museum were constantly talking of him; and in an evil hou: armed with my most elaborate poetical production, I made my way to . the office and requested, and, strange to say, was granted (for London editors are difficult of access), an interview. The result was pain, shame, confusion, discomfiture, and, worst of all, failure. Heaven and earth, how I hated that man as I sat in the most remote corner of the 'bus on my homeward iourney how I vowed to be revenged and let him know some day whom he had sneered and jeered at I would put him in a novel, in a comedy, in a burlesque. I would caricature him with pen and pencil, I would become famous merely to spite him, and refuse oh, the ioy of that thought I would refuse to write a serial for his hateful magazine. I believe I became almost eloquent in my internal denunciations of him; ana, as an immediate, practical disdainful defiance of him, I got out at Oxford street and went into Mudie's for another volume of Swinburne. In one way or another the editor of the Arlington was a good deal in my thoughts during the next week, and the more I considered his conduct the more I detested him : my cheeks burned and my ears tingled as I recalled his low mocking tones and quiet, annihilating glances. As for submitting story, essay or articles to his tender mercies never ! A fortnight passed and my manuscript did not come back. My name was not Jones, but 1 really did live with Mrs Kent, in Brown street, and I told her all about it; so I should have received it had it been sent. Of course he. had tossed it in a capacious waste-paper basket that had noticed under his table, and that was the end of it. . Mr une oay, quite a month alter my en counter with the autocrat of the Arling ton, Mrs. Kent announced a visitor, a gen tleman, to see me; and in a mompnt there entered the editor, more cool, calm sell-possessed, and smiling than ever. it mi i . i - a ne verses nave not come bacic in quite the usual way," he said, sinking unasked into the only easy chair I was at my writing table, and meant to stay there. However, here they are, all safe with a few marginal notes. You do real ly leave beautifully broad clean margins they're quite tempting! By the way why haven t you sent me that story T " I haven't written it yet," I replied l longed to add, and 1 never mean to;" but somehow I could not. "Well, you must; prose pays best, What other editors have you been inter viewing lately?" "None! I never want to see another in all my life!" He leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily; then, with mock gravity " I'm glad to hear that, for you're real ly quite dangerous. i3y the way. wny aid you say your name was Jones? You might have known should find you out. Editors do find out everything in time. You are Miss Madeline Meredith, of Garth, and your brother Jeff and I were chums at Eton and Oxford." '"Oh!" I said, some what surprised, didn't know!" "Of course not. How could you?" "And I'm nt Miss Meredith of Garth any longer," I said, with an effort at proud composure. "Papa lost all his money and our house was sold; then papa died, and Jen is with his ship at the Cape, and Aunt Adelaide didn't want me any longer; so I came to Lou don to Mrs. Kent she's my old IT . nurse ana i earn my bread by my pen." I could not help telling him all that he seemed to make me, in spite of mv self; but I uttered the last words proud ly, and he did not smile at all, but look ed very grave. "I wonder, Miss Meredith, if you have ever heard Jeff speak of Harold Cashel ton?" "Oh, yes, often!" and then I paused in some confusion. Mr. Harold Cashel ton had been my brother's "guide, phil osopher and friend." and in one way or another I had heard more than enough of him all my life, though, through hav ing no mother, I had never been at Garth when Jeff's friends vh-ited him. In fact I had worshipped him secretly and afar off from Jeffs descriptions and made him the hero of more than one romance; and now there he was sit ting in my easy chair and chatting to me as if he had known me all his life as, indeed, I suppose he had in a way, for Jeff surely must have mentioned me to him. After asking all sorts of questions about my brother, he stood up to go, and desired me not to forget the story; but then more than ever I resolved not to write, as no doubt he would accept it out of mere pity. Three months passed away, and I was on terms of almost civility with my hat ed editor; but I had written nothing for the Arlington on the point I was obsti nate nor had 1 told Mr. Cashelton very much about myself or my own affairs be yond the first sudden burst of confidence, which seemed ineviraDie. what l wrote and how I succeeded I never would talk about, in spite of several very insinuat ing questions. But about Jeff I would talk for hours, and he did not seem to weary of the subject, either. Sometimes l accompanied him to an afternoon concert at St. James' Hall or a matinee at the Lyceum, and he was al ways very kind and attentive : but I never could get over the fact that he had laughed at my poetry. Had he laughed only at myself 1 should have forgiven and forgotten it. One evening he called after having ab sented himself for a fortnight, and I was wondering in spite of myself what could have happened to him. I was about to call Mrs. Kent to light the gas, though it was really quite bright, when he stopped me. "Don't ring for lights," he said, in his lazy way ; "I want to talk to you. I have something very particular to say, Made line, and 1 want to say it to you alone. Madeline" and somehow he got poss ession oi both my hands l love you; I want you for my wife ; J want to take care of you, dear, if you will let me." "I can't help it," I returned feebly and vaguely. "No, of course not, and I don't want vou to. Darling, you must have seen that I love you, and you must, you sure ly must care for me a little in return." "I don't know," I said, more feebly still ; and the golden opportunity for re venge and retalliation was gone by for ever, l might have been cool and proud, haughty and defiant, laughed in his face and told him I scorned his love as he had scorned my poetry ; instead.of which I stood trembling and blushing in his arms, while he kissed my face and called me all sorts ol pretty names ; and in spite of myself, I confess I liked it. It is humiliating, it is horrid, but it is true 1 did love the handsome hateful editor. "Darling," he cried, holding me from him at arm's length, "you're a vixen you re too fond of that vagrant poet you detest me cordially, still, Madeline, I love you, and I believe I have loved you from that day when your presence made a spot of sunshine in my very shady editorial den. Some day perhaps you will learn to care a little about me." Six months afterward we were mar ried at St. George's, Bloomsbury ; and when Jeff came home and heard all about it, I thought he would have gone out of his mind with joy. Now I write what I please for the Arlington ; and, though the editor goes over it, he does not dare alter a sylable, so in that re spect I have gained my point. I have conquered my first editor. Blaine and Logan Ratification Meeting. New York, July 15. A Republican mass meeting, called to ratify the nomi nation of Blaine and Logan, was held to night at the Grand Opera House, corner of Eighth avenue andTwenty-third street. Every seat was filled and a little later every available foot of space in the vast auditorum was occupied. The stage was tastefully draped with flags and buntings and on either side were huge portraits of the candidates. The audience was en thusiastic from the beginning, and as prominent Republicans, who took their places on the platform, were recognized they were lustily cheered. Among some of the more prominent persons present, were John A. Stewart, John Jay, Judge John H. Davis, Gov ernor Cornell, Senator Warner Miller, George Bliss, Elliott S. Shepard, John C. Fremont, Horace Russell, Jesse Selig man, Edward Mitchell, Ex-Postmaster General Thomas L. James, John Jay Knox, Whitelaw Reid, John D. Lawson, General John H. Hawley, Judge George H. Andrews, Ex-Senator Thomas C. Piatt, S. V. R. Cruger, Charles A. Pea body, Jr., Joel W. Mason, Judge Everett Hall, Dexter A. Hawkins, Jacob Hess, General Wager S. Wayne, James M. Varnum, Colonel C. S. Spencer, General Lloyd Aspinwall and William Down. The exercises began with a song by the campaign glee club. The meeting was then called to order by Col. Chas. L. Spencer who nominated as chairman Chas. S. Smith. Mr. Smith in his open ing address asked what was the issue in the canvas. A voice in the gallery re plied, "Protection.' At this the audience got up and cheered long and loudly. Mr. Smith went on to say that he agreed with the assemblage and made an argu ment of considerable length to show the great benefits that were derived from a protective tariff. A long series of resolutions were read by the Secretary, which were frequently interrupted by applause when the names of Abraham Lincoln, General Garfield and Arthur were referred to The reso lutions say that in appealing to the peo ple for their continued support, the Re publican party referred to its record for the past twenty-four years. It was organ ized as a party of free soil and free speech and to protest against slavery. As such it was bound and pledged to maintain the civil and political rights of the freedmen. The services of the party in the reduction of taxes and inreducing the National debt were also cited. The resumption of specie payment had furn ished the people with a sound and stable currency, and within twenty years aftr the treasury was overflowing and the country's credit unprecedented. In all that pertained to the welfare of the peo ple, the party had shown itself to be progressive and the champion of law and order. Confidence was expressed that no true Republican would be deceiv ed into piving aid to the Democratic party, which, while masquerading now as a party of patriotism and reform, was the same as when it declared the war of the Union a failure, and denounced the amendments to the Constitution, and persistently opposed all efforts to im prove the Civil Service. Resolutions were then passed declar ing that the Republicans of this city heartily approved of the policy of the party in protecting American industry and American workingmen from com petition with the cheap or servile labor. The party was pledged to a protective policy, and at the same time it was de clared that whatever inequalities existed in the present tariff would be corrected, The Democratic party, it said, could not evaue us responsiDiiity ior the late at tempt in Congress to legislate in the in terest ot Iree trade, which pohev it also declared in its Chicago platform, but in vague and evasive terms. The Republican party had also favored any policy whicn tended to increase Ameri can commerce, and had opened many markets for American products in the Western hemisphere. The wise and dig nified administration of President Ar thur was commended. Full faith and confidence in the character, capacity and patriotism or James U. laine was ex pressed with a warm appreciation of his eminent public services and pride in his abilities which places him in the front ranks of American statesmen. General Logan was eulogized as a repre sentative of the volunteer soldier whose civil record is as distinguished and pure as his military services were brave and effective and his nomination was hearti ly ratified. Resolutions were adopted unanimously amid great cheering. The Chairman introduced Wm. M Evarts. As Mr. Evarts came to the front of the stage, the house rose to him and cheered lustily. When quiet was ob tained, Mr. Evarts began his speech by referring to the novel arrangement of the names on the Democratic ticket, and caused a laugh. The speaker said he would not make merely a salutatory address. The exigencies of the times made more discussion necessary. The srreat auestion is. -which partv shall govern. There are some who hate and malign our candidates. There are some who abhor the Democratic party, but who want Grover Cleveland for Presi dent. Laughter. There are some who want the Republican party in power, but they don't want Mr. Blaine. I Laughter.! They will make, as lawyers, not a general verdict but a special verdict. I Laughter.! They would make the Government a sort of a receiver. I Laughter.! When we can alter the Constitution of the United States that . mav do, but it won't do at this election. Laughter and applause. Here Mr. Evarts referred to promises which he said .the Democratic party had made and failed to keep. Then, he con tinued, if there is no ditterence in par ties we must be in a very bad way. But we ara not. Our party is the one that appeals to the higher and nobler in stmcts of the people, and in that is the secret of great success in the past and in the future. Applause.! 1 am no orator like Mr. Curtis, but 1 believe what he has said about the Democratic party and also what he has said about the Re publican paitv. Laughter and applause. The people want a man to vote for who is not forced upon them by bosses, or by officeholders, or anything, not even by the unit rule. Laughter and applause. I cannot agree that the Democratic party shall rule this country. I want freedom of suffrage and of nomination. We have a leader popular in the hearts of the people. Cheers. Is there to be a conclave after the nomination is made? Such things strike at the rules of the majority, at the voice of the peo pie. Mr. Evarts referred to a mass meeting of citizens of all parties held at Cooper Union to applaud Governor Cleveland as a reformer. Perhaps these gentlemen believed Uovernor Cleveland would re move Hubert O. Thompson, the man of 999 contracts and Mr. Davidson, the sheriff against whom serious charges have been preferred t but what was done" asked the speaker. The county Democracy and Irving Hall I think it was who took Governor . Cleve land's name to the Chicago convention and sent John Kelly (applause) down in the depths in the cage of the unit rule. Do we want for President the man whose statesmanship is measured by the standard of Daniel Manning and Hubert O. Thompson? Cries of no. I fought for Clay, (applause;; for Webster, (ap plause); for Seward, (applause); for Grant, (loud applause); for the orator aud statesman, James A. Garfield (long and loud applause), and I will fight for the orator and Statesman and public leader, James G. Blaine great enthusiasm, cheers and waving of hand kerchiefs and hatsl and for the soldier and Senator, John A. Logan. Great ap plause and cheers. I tell you the issues are unbroken. It was well for the Con vention to stand by Mr. Lynch as Chair man for a single day, but it will be better for the party to stand by the 5,000,000 colored people of the country for an other four years and keep them from the tyranny of the Democratic party. Free trade is the same as ever; protection means American independence. We know what the parties are and who their candidates are. There will be no diffa culty in choosing. Sired Help. Merchant Traveler. Mrs. Jooblewizzle had hired a new and a very green errand boy and she sent him with a basket and the money to get some groceries. When he came back he did not report and she called down stairs to him: "John did you get the cabbages?" " That's wot you tole me to git," he an swered with a lazy drawl. "Did you get the starch?" . " That's wot you tole me to git." " Did you get the soap?" "That's wot you tole me to git." " Did you get the sugar?" "That's wot you tole me to git." " I know that," she shrieked, after the same monotonous reply had floated up to her for the fifth time, "but did you get them?" " No. ma'am : I lost the money, and some dang thief uv a boy stole the basket." Batter From New Zealand. American dairymen have little to fear from competition of New Zealand butter in the British markets. The expenmen of shipping butter from there is not like lv to prove successful, judging from the reported results so far. A Sydney paper publishes a letter from the London Com mission firm to whom a consignment of New Zealand butter was made. It said the butter was rank and too soft for the London market. As about 1,000 casks were arriving, the shiptnent in question was put upon the market for what it would fetch. This was $15 per cwt making f 133.52. The freight, commis sions and other charges amounted to $313.22, leaving a net loss of $179 70. This was not an encouraging result of the experiment. Further reports were that the 1,000 casks of New Zealand but ter with which this lot came into direct competition, hung fire, at 56s., which was a cent a pound less than this sold for. Peter McCrail died in the Cranston R. I., jail, where he was imprisoned for debt. BliAINE'S EARLTLOVE. How lie Met His First Flame Alter Both Bad Grown Old and Gray. . Citcago Letter to San Francisco Call. Already a half-dozen romances of Mr. Blaine's early life have been given to the public, but one that was once told me is such a complete and well-balanced love story that I hereby pass it over for some novelist to make use of. Its suitability to modern novel readers' tastes is proven by the unsatisfactory way in which it ends for the heroine, and it stops as short of a happy ending as if one of Hen ry james very own. xne nerome, wno told it, was then a stout, middle-aged overblown beauty, with a few traces o the delicacy of face and feature that made her so captivating to the young student at Washington University over thirty years ago. It was a tale of woman's caprice well repented, as, wishing to test him a little further, and tantalize and humble the high spirited youth just a trifle more, she let the close of his college year come without his having a chance to. speak out. With ardor unabated, he mounted a horse and trotted off one July mprning to spend the day at her father's house, some miles away from the univer sitytown. He determined to put his, fortune to the touch and declare him elf in spite of maiden coyness and contrari ness, but for all of that Summer day she kept him off the vital topic, and, waver ing between certainty and uncertainty, the aggravating beauty held mm spell bound, and although intending to accept him in the end delayed until it was too late, and the suitor mounted and rode away with a pathetic look m his black eyes, and a firm intention in his heart to win her lor all. ihe obstinate gin oi course cried her eyes out as "soon as the solitary horseman had gone, but she, too, trusted to see him again, when all would come right. Instead of that, the three old women who spin and snip off lifes threads sent young Blaine to teach in Kentucky, and his fair Margaret, forget ting him among other conquess, married a dreadful old man with a lot of money and was accordingly miserable when she heard that "Jim" Blame had married New England school teacher at George town, Ky., and moved to Maine, tier life grew more wretched, and she was finally divorced from her husband and then married the lawyer who got the di vorce for her. They went westward to the lands of the setting sun, and her rose hung cottage beside the great mountain range she read continually of the great name that Representative, then Speaker, and then Senator Blaine was making in the nation's capital. She would not have been human if she had not spent much of har time dreaming of the old romance and the might have been, and when her sisters husband was sent to Washington in an official capacity, she clung to that sister and went Last with her. The sis ter was bound over not to reveal he identity to Mr. Blaine, as she wished him first to recognize her; forgetting at the time the changes and the ravages that years ot unhappiness had made in her appearance. It was at a dinner party that she hrst saw him, her sister going out on the arm of Mr. Blaine, and she oc cupying a seat directly facing them. No one introduced them and she stole puz zled and fascinated glances at the gray haired man opposite, trying to find some resemblance to the young college student of early days. As her sister and Mr Blaine progressed through the courses of the dinner they began to discover thei mutual acquaintances, and when he had learned her maiden name he said, Why it was your sister Maggie, then, that L used to know at college. What a pretty girl she was ! I wonder if I should know her now if I met her. But, probably not as few women retain beauty of that style andshe would have changed terribly by this time." The poor woman opposite felt the double stab, and in a few minutes asked her escort to take her away from the table. The next day she left Wash ington and went back to the West, and on the first occasion her sister told Mr. Blaine that the stout lady opposite him was the pretty Maggie of his early fancy. A few year3 latter she again visited Washington, and in company with a Western woman to whom she had told the tale she went to the Senate gallery and had a good look at the Senator from Maine. Gaining courage, she sent her card, with her maiden name written on it, and watched the start with which he received it. At that time there had been a great deal of talk about women send ing cards from the gallery and waiting in the ante-rooms, and after twisting the card nervously for a few minutes the Senator sent word for the two ladies to follow the page to his committee-room. The third person felt herself in an awk ward position after she saw the excited way in which these two old friends seiz ed each other's hands and gazed long and earnestly into each other's faces, trying to reconstruct the countenances of youth from the changed and wrinkled faces be fore them. They talked over the old times, even to the July day when he rode away and left her standing in her pretty pink dress on her father's porch. A few days latter she attended a reception at Blaine's house, met his family, and was paid every attention by the host, and was introduced as an old friend whom he had not seen for years and years. When it was over and she had gone back to her home, this woman wished that she had not precipitated the interview, for al though he had changed greatly to her, she felt that the shock and disillusion ment was strongest on his side, and that any lingering dream or romance was f jr ever dispelled for him. When the vote was announced on Friday afternoon the memory of thi3 woman haunted me, and off there in her picturesque home in the mountains, she, no doubt, has been watching in an agony of suspense this latest of her hero's strength, and has felt the sting in this one supreme triumph of his life. A white-haired statesman and author, surrounded by grown children and dandling a grandchild on his knee, is not just the one to pin a love romance to, nor is a middle-aged woman of robust figure, high color and heavily-set dia monds, just the heroine for a novelist to Eut before a finical, analytical public, if e is going to take the tale as I give it; yet, if George Eliot could put that wo man's heart and life before us, what finer study could there be, with the changes thus rung on every passion, and blind destiny giving each year a deeper sorrow. iEE TILE ALAMO." Scene oi Davy Crockett's Great Exploit and Tragic Death. First the Alamo, next the $7,000 set of furniture, is the order in wnicn me can Antonian classifies the sights to be shown the visitor. The garden wall, which formed the other fortification where Davy Crockett and his 140 com panions held at bay a Mexican army of 10,000, is gone, and the Alamo plaza ex tends to the doors of the ancient build ings. The nunnery portion has been transformed into a wholesale grocery, and the firm sign is spread across the front of the walls. An imitation of a mansard has been ' added to the two stories of the convent, and above the roof at each end rises a turret pierced with wooden guns, the modern tribute to the structure's famous history. One can hardly go amiss on a guide," for the battle cry of the second Mexican war, "Remember the Alamo!" echoes in the San Antonian's memory, and the details of the massacre are as fresh in his mind . j. it 1 II T as are those oi ine Kuimg oi xea Thompson and King Fisher in the Vau deville Theatre recently, a. iittie deck, but joining on the end of the convent, stands the massive building in which Crockett and his reduced band retired and made their last fight The door stands wide open and the floor is covered with fragments of evergreen wreaths ana trimmings. A church festival was the last use to which the Alamo was put, and the lumber for the tables has not been removed. Your guide will take you into the dungeon just to the left of the main entrance, and show you the cell surrounded by solid stone walls six feet thick. This was the crematory where the Mexicans found sweet revenge in roasting the bodies of the men who had fought them off so long. Then you go up to the second story and into a little room twelve feet square with one door and one window the same thick walls. It was through this . window that the Texans pointed their field piece, and with their few remaining charges mowed swaths through the Mex ican ranks. Then when the last grain of powder was burned they took their positions where they could work with their long knives to the nest advantage, and as the besiegers pressed in the fore most dropped in their tracks before the thrusts of the defenders. Here in this corner when the last shots were fired from the window, Crockett took up his position with his knife. He was shel tered from the window and faced the door. He killed seventeen Mexicans, and their bodies lay piled up on this floor in front of him. Then they pinned him to the wall with a long sptar, and he hacked that half through with his kniie before they gave him his death wounds. In the rear of this old chapel is shown the Court-yard where the single male survivor of the Alamo garrison mingled with the attacking forces and escaped tc tell the story of that awful day, and then a room is shown where, under a green hide, a woman concealed herself and her babe when the Mexican soldiers made their first wild search, intent on slaughtering every human being, regard less of age and sex. Her hiding place was not discovered until the thirst for blood had somewhat abated, and then the interference of an officer saved her. UF.NERAIi EAGAN IN DISGRACE. Sad Downfall of a Man Who Fought in the Battle of Gettysburg. New York World. "You have indeed fallen low," was the sad remark of Justice Solon B. Smith at the 7?ombs yesterday to an aged man, who showed every indication of a tramp. "For God's sake forgive me, Sol." pleaded the man. "Liquor has been my curse. For ten years I have been its slave. But from this day forth I will be a changed man. I will quit drinking and make a solemn vow that not another drop of poison will pass my lip3 again." "It has such a strong hold upon you that you couldn't stop it if you tried ever so hard," remarked the judge. "And be sides, where could you go. You have no home, your wife won't recognize you any more, and your friends pass by with horror and disgust." "Well, what of that?" said the prison er. "I can live on forty millions, can't I ? What need I care for them ?" "Forty millions? Why, you haven't got forty cents," said Justice Smith. "I tell you, Sol, I have it." "How did you come possessed of it?" "Why, I've earned it, to be sure. Where else do you think?" "Drinking has somewhat unbalanced your mind and I'll change the complaint against you into insanity," said the Court. "You will be better treated in an asylum than in the work-house. Of ficer, remove him." "Please, Judge, will you let another of ficer take him," paid Court Officer Maurice Finn, whose eyes were filled with tears. "Why can't you?" said the Justice in a tone of surprise. "He was my General in the war, your Honor said Finn, and he was so kind to me that I don't like to repay him in this way, though I know it is done for his good. He treated the men who fought under him as he would his brothers. It Is sad for me, sir, to see my old, dear commander in such a position as this, and I and others will see that he is prop erly cared for at the asylum." The man was none other than Briga dier General Thomas W. Eagan, who fought in the battle of Gettysburg under General Meade, and was a participant in almost every battle at that time. At the close of the war he was made an inter nal revenue officer. Charles Reade'a Tombstone. The following inscription will be placed on Charles Reade's tombstone. It was written by himself : Here Lie, Br the Side of his Beloved friend, the Mortal Remains of Charles Reads, Dramatist, Novelist aud Journalist. His last Words to Mankind are on tola Stone. "I hope for & resurrection, not from any power in Nature, but from the Lord God Omnipotent who made Nature and me. He created man out of nothing, which Nature could not. He can restore man from the dust, which Nature can not. And I hope for holiness and hap piness in a future life, not for anything I have said or done in this body, but from the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ. He has promised His intercession to all who seek it, and He will not break His word; that intercession once granted, cannot be rejected, for He is God and His merits infinite; a man's, eins are but human and finite; Him that cometh un to me, I will in no wise cast out.' . If any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ, the Righteous, and He is the propriation for our sins.' " The latest novelty in dentistry is teeth-shaping, or denticulation, as it is called. By means of a liquid application the teeth are softened and pressed into desirable shape.