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Hf ®§*r* I* .it* iff* ir i"M s^R,n-^f- 5%•*?"?.'T'" lb KELLOGG & TUCKER, Publishers. JAMESTOWN, DAKOTA. The New York Sun specifies thirty English districts which must be wrest ed from the enemies of home rule in order to save Gladstone. To get these districts is the object of the Irish lead ers and their sympathizers. Southerners have had enough of se cession. The Mobile Register says to Nova Scotia, now on fire for separa* tion: "Having had some experience in this matter, we would advise th# Nova Scotians to don't." Railroad earnings are now showing a decided improvement over the cor responding months of 1885, and there is reason to believe that the rest ol the year may make even abetter show ing. This is very good evidence that the general business of the country is better than it was in 1885. Signor Celso Caesar Moreno, of Wash ington, proposes that on the 12th day of October, 1892, the 400th anniver sary of the discovery of America by Columbus, this country shall unveil a monument to the Genoese sailor. Con gress has started to provide money, else there would be no hope of that monument for another four hundred years. The people have got all the monument business they can attend to for the present, and for some time *o come. A special cable dispatch gives Mme. Christine Nilsson herself as authority for the statement that she is about to rsartry the Count de Miranda, a Spanish politician, whom she has known many years," "so that this is no sudden affair of gush, you see," Adds the diva. The count is a Catho lic and she is a Protestant and they have through. Cardinal Manning, ap plied to the pope for a special dispen sation, the permission of the queen oi Spain having been already secured. Bids for bonds of the city of New York, opened a few days ago, amount ed to $13,500,000, though the city wanted only $2,000,000. The rate of interest offered was only 3 per cent., and yet, it appears, nearly seven times the amount of money wanted was offered to the city, and the premi um bid for the bonds, ranging from one to 3 1-2 per cent., was in effect to offer to lend the money at less than 3 per cent. There is no reason why money should not be nearly as cheap in the west, save a sense of insecurity. When that is obviated, as it can be, the west will save many millions annnally. The colored people of Dallas, Texas, are all torn up by a recent decision of the district court. An injunction was appliled for to restrain the colored members of the Antioch Baptist church from "shouting, screaming and yelling at the top of their voices, and running up and down the floor, jumping up and down on the same." At the hearing of the case the testimony was volum inous. The judge was puzzled, but aft er wrestling with the matter two days, he finally granted the restraining or der which, if enforced, will make a "coldness in the congregation," but quiet in its neighborhood. The Kansas Commandery of the Loyal Legion was organized at Fort Leavenworth by the officers of the Illinois Commandery. Later a large .party sat down to a banquet, and an -entertainment took place not down •on the menu. The second toast had just been given, when a sound of can nonade was heard in the distance. The call "To arms!" was called from a dozen bugles, and in an instant four troops of cavalry were charging through the garrison, to be met with volley after volley of musketry under the very eaves of the banquet pavil ion. To say the matter was a sur prise to the visitors, would not ex press it, and for an instant consterna tion was depicted on every counte nance, and brave old soldiers, who had stood the sieges of war, were •standing powerless, unable to move a hand. Then the truth dawned upon them, and they proceeded to watch an exciting sham battle. The political sentiment in France is (^delineated as follows by a Paris cor ,Vi '^respondent of the New York Express: '"The manifesto of the count of Paris lias made a great sensation through Ktt France, although it is condemned as nnwise and the expulsion of the princes is applauded by the masses of the lower order of the people. It is to these and to the least respectable ele ment in politics that the action of the republic seems A politic and patriotic movement. The passage of the bill of expulsion has paved the way for the advent «f Clemcaceau to the head of tbe government aad the formation of Mi est rem* radical eabinet. The Frey cinet cabinet is already trembling at the royalist utterances which find voice as the newspapers, and will feel itaelf compelled to resort to extreme anient to defend its position. Party lading runs higher and higher every day, and it is feared that a violent collision is not far off. The cabinet is JnAstMfl by the noisy radicals, the lower classes and the socialists. The •riddle ciasse^ the aristocracy and tfcft ctfttan#'peopJe andstateuneo, With the princae." DR. REED'S HOU ER, BY FLORENCE REVERE PENDAR. "Doctor Nathaniel Reed! Yes, this must be the house," muttered a very prim looking little body, as she peered through her glasses at the door-plate, and from it to a newspaper clipping which she held in her hand. As she awaited he answer to her modest knock her thoughts ran very much in this wise: "What a pity! Such a nice garden as it could be made," her eyes taking in the mass of weeds that flourished on either side of the broad flagged path leading down to the high stone wall and iron gate that shut out the dusty road beyond. Then, as her glance wandered to an awry blind and the tarnished door-plate, she exclaim ed half aloud: "Poor man! It looks as if he needed somebody to put things to rights. The advertisement says a nice, quiet, el derly person." Here a dimple stole into view and played hide-and-seek about this little body's,yes, sweet mouth, for there was no gainsaying the fact that her lips possessed a dainty curve, revealing,as she smiled a glimpse of unusually pret ty teeth for a lady of her apparent age. In a moment, however, the dim ple vanished, and her mouth assumed its before demure expression as she sighed: "Oh! I do so hope I will suit. I have tried so hard,and—and I know I could make things look so different, it he isn't frumpy and will let me." "Did yer knock, ma'am?" This from a slip-shod girl, who stood good-naturedly eyeing the "knock" from her post on the door-mat. With a start, as if caught doing something she ought not to be doing, this rather old-fashioned looking little lady an swered: "Yes, is—is Doctor Nathanial Reed in?" "Yes, ma'am the master, he's in. If you're a patient, master says you're to go in the library." "Oh! no, I— Tell your master I called about the advertisement." No sooner had the servant, with a nod of her untidy head, departed, after bidding the lady "take a chair" in a half-darkened room off the hall, than that small body, with a quick look around, darted across the room to a mirror. After a careful survey of herself, with a nod of satisfaction, she resumed her seat to await the doctor's coming. Not a minute too soon, for just then a voice outside the door re marked "In the sitting-room, did you say, Jane?" Then the handle turned, and a gen tleman of apparently about thirty en tered the room. An exclamation es caped the lady as she half arose from her seat, and in a confused, hurried sort of way, murmured: "I think—you will excuse me. There is a mistake. I wished—I called to sea Doctor Reed." "No mistake at all, ma'm, I assure you. I am Dr. Nathaniel Reed. I un derstood the girl to say that you call ed about the advertisement I inserted in the paper. She is rather stupid, so perhaps the mistake is on her side." Seating himself, the doctor awaited a reply, thinking "poor little woman, a trifle nervous about stating her ca- Sgure abilities." All at once the prim little opposite him seemed to become more erect, as in clear, sedate tones its owner answered: "No your servant was quite right. It is concerning the advertisement that I have called.-" "Well, I am glad Jane was right this time, for she has a decided talent for making blunders. Still, thegirl lsgood hearted and honest, and I would like to give her as fair a chance as I can. Her mother, is a widow, with four other children to provide for. I do not know exactly where the fault is, but of course I can see that things do not work as they should do, and so it occurred to me that if I could meet with a nice, motherly little body (was the "little" an artful compliment on the doctor's part?) who would under take to set everything straight, why it would be a great relief to me." "I would try to do my best, I am sure, sir," was the rather faint re sponse. |'Not a doubt of it," was the hearty rejoiner then striding across the room the doctor rather energetically drew up a blind, remarking: "Ihope you do not believe in the saving ol carpets, Mrs.—" "Sphinx," after a brief pause, sup plied the lady, slightly edging away from the dazzling sunshine as it stream ed in upon them. "Do you know I have become pos sessed with the idea that all good housekeepers abhor the sun on ac count of its fading propensities? But I am afraid I should be rather obsti nate in my requirements of light and air. Sunshine is a glorious benefactor. It has cured many ills, and is oftentimes more effective than a doctor's pre scription." This latter with a genial smile, as, glancing at his watch, he added: Well, then, Mrs. Sphinx, if you think we could agree as to plenty of a a O by he by a forgetting one of the most important items. The recompense I could offer would not be large—perhaps two dol lars and a half, payable monthly would not be satisfactory to you?" "Oh, yes!" was the somewhat eager reply. "I should be quite satisfied with that but I must tell you that— that I cannot give a reference. Yours would be my first situation, and I am a stranger (t his last a trifle fal teringly) in the city." "References!" he repeated, with comical look- "To tell you the truth, I never thought of them." Then courteously he added: "I felt sure that in your case they are quite un necessary. So shall we say this day week for you to enter upon your duties?" "How kind you are!" came impul sively from the little woman's lips. "Not at all not at all, I assure you, madam," answered the doctor, his col 9r rising slightly. Then, as be cordially skook his fu ture housekeeper by the hand, his quick eyes noted her shabby littlecot ton glove**, so carefully darned at the end of each shabby finger, and once again he remarked, pleasantly, as he escorted her to the door: "So this day week I may expect you, Mrs. Sphinx." A moment later he, too, lett the house, thinking as he walked briskly along: "I believe she will snit me to a dot. Trim and neat, with a quiet voice. Poor little woman, I expect she has seen a good deal of trouble," and then L, ^l' I./,-* "WMW', I S other thoughts chased Doctor Reed's housekeeper from his mind. Dr. Nathaniel Reed had been brought up by an old maid aunt. A woman composed on the sharp corner and an gular system. Yet, withal, not unkind to her charge, but he being of a bright, affectionate disposition, missed sorely a mother's loving ways albeit always grateful to the woman who had taught him to be so strictly upright and just and placed him in the way to earn an independent living. About two years previous to his aunt's death she had bought the old-fashioned house stand ing in its own grounds, where the doc tor at the opening of my story resided, for at her decease she had bequeathed it to himwithanincomeof200pouuds per annum. Steadily the doctor's practice had increased, his reputation as a physician gaining everyday. Per haps he would have made money faster if he had been less at tentive to those patients whose only pay consisted of their grateful thanks. Jane who thought no one equal to her master, waxed fairly elo quent when relating how he had tend ed her mother and helped along her smaller brothers and sisters. And if the many "God bless yous" called forth by the doctor's kind acts were registered above, their record must have been a glorious one. A year had passed since Mrs. Sphinx had entered upon her duties as house keeper to Doctor Reed and no fairy wand could have worked greater changes than that lady's clever hands had done. The old-fashioned furni ture had taken on a polish upon which no fly dare risk a footing. Pretty lace curtains graced the windows which looked out, not upon weeds any more, but fragrant flower beds and velvety grass and a rustic seat 'neath the o'erhanging branches of an ancient oak. Jane no longer slipshod, but in a neat gown and dainty cap waited upon "the mistress," as she always persisted in calling Mrs. Sphinx, to whom she had become almost as much attached as to the doctor. And the doctor himself? Prob ably he would have thought no worse fate could befall him than the loss of Mrs. Sphinx. What of that lady her self? From the first day when the doc tor gave her so kindly a welcome and bade her make herself quite at home, and if anything was wanting to her comfort to let him know, she had grown to love her duties and the quiet old house and hoped that she might always stay, although, of course, that would not be possible when the doc tor brought home a bride, which nat urally he would do some day. Some how she did not like to think of that hour and so strove to put it out of her mind. Yet the doctor, truth to tell, had hardly given such an idea a thought. He was too busy a man to have much time to devote to society and the appointments of his home suited him to a nicety consequent ly he never felt the need of a wife. He had grown quite attached to the quiet little figure in black, whose brown eyes sparkled so merrily at times above their gold-bowed spec tacles, and would have sorely missed his faithful housekeeper. For even outside of her housekeeping duties she was of great heip to him, assisting to keep his accounts and sorting his pa pers so cleverly. Perhaps he was think ing of this as he said one afternoon, rather abruptly: "I am afraid you are working too hard, Mrs. Sphinx, How would you like to take a holiday.?" "What! You mean metogoaway!" she exclaimed in a startled, imploring tone. "God forbid!" The words dropped from his lips almost unawares before he added, "Just a little trip, say to the country, for your health although how we shall get along without you, I do not know." "Then, if you please, sir, I had rather not go," was the quiet answer, and so no more was said. In his heart the doctor was pleased that Mrs. Sphinx had elected not to take a holiday. Somehow he liked her to welcome him when he came home, and once he had said to him self, as he noted the gray hair so smoothly tucked away beneath her snowy cap: "I am as fond of her almost as if she were my mother." Toward the latter part of that sum mer a virulent fever broke out among the poor of the district where the doc tor lived, and hardly an hour could the doctor then call his own. And Mrs. Sphinx's helpful hands were al ways busy those days—oft soothing a fretful little sufferer where others had failed, until her name also became be loved of the poor that learned to know—till one night, when the doctor came to snatch a hurried mouthful, Jane met him, ejaculating, as best she could between her sobs: "Oh, master, the mistress is awful bad, and she's locked in her room,and she won't let me in, and—oh!" she added, with a gulp, "she's been a-talk ing to herself like anything, and—oh, master, if she's been and gone and took the fever!" For a moment the doctor did not speak—something about his heart seemed to have ceased its motion then pushing open the sitting-room door he gazed in. With a shudder he turned away. How empty the room seemed Avith out the little figure that it had known so long! Putting the weeping Jane aside, he hurried up stairs. As he lis tened outside his housekeeper's door, her voice babbling disconnected sen tences fell upon his ear then, with a white set expression about his mouth he, pressing all his weight against the door, burst it open. A startled look of amazement gath ered in the doctor's eyes as he bent over the slight figure of his housekeep er, who still babbling wildly, gazed with an unconscious stare into his face. "My God, spare her!" came with a stifled gronn from the doctor, as his lips caressed the little hands that had always done such willing service. The autumn well under way be fore Mrs. Sphinx was able to sit up. for the doctor had fought with deatl: for iier and conquered. It was the first day of her convalescence, and the housekeeper sat in a large easy chair before a cheerful fire, awaiting the doctor's coming. A wistful look shone in her bright eyes (the spectacles had been laid aside during her illness),and there was a tremulous quiver to her lips,while one or two tearsclungto her dark lashes. She dashed them hastily aside as a well-known step sounded outside. The next moment the doc tor was asking her how she felt. "Oh, I am much stronger," she an swered with lowered lids. Then, as the color literally dyed her cheeks 1 crimson, she exclaimed, "Oh, what mu3t you think of me? But, indeed, I never thought to be found out." The doctor was about to speak, but she stayed him with: "No, you must hear me. I believed it was my last chance and it seemed such an easy thing to do when I read the advertisement. I had tried so hard to get a place as governess, but I was always too young. I made sure you would be an elderly gentleman and I was dreadfully scared when I found out you were not, but I saw that you never suspected, and that you gave me courage, and then you see poor papa having been an actor, I took to making up quite naturally. It was find ing the wigs and things in his trunk that first put the idea in my head, and oh! doctor! I hope you dont think very dreadful of me. I was quite alone here in the great city. I never could make any friends, you see, because we were always traveling about, papa and I, after he took me from school, until he—he died, and then the money was so soon gone and I did want a home so. But, of course, I will go away now. I don't think I can to day, but to-morrow I will be stronger, and my name is not Mrs. Sphinx. It is Ruth Langley." Softly drawing away the hands that shielded Ruth's tearful face, the doctor said huskily: "And what am I to do without my little housekeeper? Do you suppose I can bear to lose her when she has grown apart of my life? Of course," he added, smiling slightly, "she cannot stay as Mrs. Sphinx, but as Mrs. Nathaniel Reed—she might." Then growing suddenly grave he continued: "But I think only of myself. But Ruth, oh! my darling! if you could learn to love me? Why!" with a forced laugh, "I believe I have been in love with my housekeeper from the very first, despite the gray wig and specs." He had knelt down beside her chair and as he ceased speaking a little hand stole timidly toward his and a tiny dimple began to creep shyly into view at the corner of her mouth, but was quickly buried out of sight be neath the doctor's moustache as she murmured: "Oh! doctor don't you know it was just—just what you have been saying, that was making it so hard for me to go." Attack of the Confederates on Washington, Ben: Perley Poor thus describes in the Boston Budget the attack of the confederates on Washington: When, on the 12th of July, 1864, the troops in the forts just north of Washington left their works and advanced against Early's skirmishers, a notable group looked on. Rarely, says Mr. Pond, did a Union engagement presentsoclear an opportunity for viewing its progress and rarely for such a scene was a more memorable group of spectators as sembled. On the parapet of Fort Stevens stood thetallform of Abraham Lincoln by the side of Gen. Wright, who in vain warned the eager president that his position was swept by the bullets of sharpshooters, until an offi cer was shot down within three feet of him, when he reluctantly stepped be low. Sheltered from the line of fire, cabinet officers and a group of citizens and ladies, breathless with excitement, watched the fortunes of the fight. Strange as was this spectacle at the national capitial, it would have seemed stranger still to the onlookers could they have known that in the camp yonder, as if in typical contrast to the figure on the parapet stood one (Breckenridge) who four years before had been the vice president of the United States. It was no mock battle that these spectators witnessed. Stretchers soon came from the field by scores, with their ghastly loads the hospitals in the rear of the fort were astir, and here and there, dotting the meadow, the orchard and the dusty highway, lay many a lad for whom the wild cheers of the crowd fell on deaf ears. Early was sharply criticised at the South for lack of en terprise in not having captured Washington. Relying for its land de fenses on many forts, connected by rifle-pits, a large force would be needed by the city to so man these defenses as to guarantee that not one of them should be carried by the sudden at tack of a bold enemy. Early, however, did not know, and could not wisely have taken for granted, the condition of Washington prior to the arrival of the transports. His expedition was based upon the opposite theory, that of drawing thither from Gi ant many troops for its defense. He was prepared to believe that 20,000 or 30,000 veterans were concentrated there, because that would have been the complete accomplishment and vindication of his campaign. Grant, on his part, presumably understood the effect of Early's circuitous course, and had calculated precisely the time required to suitably succor Washing ton, without merely trusting to pos sible ignorance or timidity on the part of the enemy then marching upon it and his report definitely de clares that his forces ieached Wash ington before Early's. The Other Side. The following extract is amusing as showing how, to each nation, its own customs seem best. The Malay puts the case against forks very clearly, and some housekeepers, rembering the manner of dish-washing they have seen in civilized kitchens, will admit that there is "something in it," when it comes to a comparison of cleanli ness: The Malay said, "Such a dirty prac tice!" we say to ourselves,— '"What do I know of the history of this fork? It has been in a hun dred, perhaps a thousand mouths perhaps even in the mouth of my worst enemy.' This thought is very repulsive to us." "But," said I, "the fork is thorough ly cleaned, or ought to be, every time it is used." Ought to be quite so. But how do you know that your servant does not shirk his work? If you have a lazy servant, you are liable to eat with a fork that has not been thorough ly cleaned, whereas, I know that my fingers are clean, for I wash them my self before eating. "They are quite as clean as the cleanest fork, and they have two great advantages over it—one, that they have never been in anyone's mouth but my own. and another, that they have been washed by myself."—The Chersonese, with the Gilding off—Em ily Innes. fv^fv^OT' WAIT FOB ME. Seaward runs tlie little stream Where the wagoner COOIH his team, Where, between the batiks of moss, Stand the stepping stones to cross. O'er them comes a little maid, Laughing, not a bit afraid Mother, there upon the shore Crossed them safely just before. This the little lassie's pica— Wait for me, wait for me! Ah, so swift the waters run— One false step, 'twns all undone Little heart begins to beat, Fearing for the little feet. Soon her Tear will all be lost, When the stepping-stones are crossed. Three more yet on which to stand Two more—one more—then on land! 'Tis the little lassie's plea— Wait for me, wait for me! Ah, for you, my laughing lass, When the years have come to pass, May One still be near to guide. While you cros3 life's river wide. When no helping hand is near, None, if you should call, to hear— Think, however far away, Mother still knows all you say. E'en in Heaven heeds your plea Wait for me, wait for me! LADY B'S BUTLER. London Life. Miss M. is a pretty heiress, whose name for obvious reasons we must suppress Mr. R. is a young diplo matist who fancies he has every chance of becoming an Ambassador before the last of his short-cropped locks has deserted him. Mr. R. has heard of Miss M. as being the owner of a wonderful ly beautiful diamond necklace, and al so as possessing more personal at tractions than are supposed to belong to any but interesting paupers. Miss M., on the other hand, has been in formed that Mr. R. was a very decent sort of fellow, with the smallest amount possible of Foreign Office swagger.. They met for the first time under Lady B.'s roof, and surveyed each other with mutual interest from opposite sides of an elaborately-deco rated dinner table. The necklace came up to Mr. R.'s expectations, but their owner surpassed them. Not only was she pretty, but also vivacious and evidently amusing—not a painted, dressed-up doll like the women beside him, got up for admiration, and inca pable of conversation. Not being ac customed to admire without some sort of return, he left the doll to the tender mercies of her left hand neighbor, and devoted his atten tion to Miss M. They had grown quite friendly over five o'clock tea, and now exchanged telegraphic signs across the table about any small episodes that arose during dinner. Mr. R. thought he was getting on, and became RO en grossed that he neglected his favorite entree, and had scarcely time to do justice to the saddle of mutton. But when the regulation ice-cream had made its round he noticed a sudden change in the girl opposite to him. She turned as white as her own hand kerchief, and leaned back in her chair, silent and abstracted with wide-open eyes and parted lips. For the rest of the time she scarcely talked at all, and seemed incapable of rallying but she shook her head when he made a sign that he was ready to assist her out of the room, and kept her seat till the ladies rose and filed slowly through the door. He would have given much to follow them at once, because his curiosity was vividly roused. He was sure there was some mystery be* hind the scenes, for she looked as if she had received a shock—seen a ghost, or discovered an unwished for friend. As soon as he could get away he look ed around the drawing-room, and see ing Miss M. sitting apart from the oth er ladies and turning over the leaves of a photograpli-book in evident pre occupation, he made his way to ner, and standing before her, so as to shield her from observation, asked in a low voice if he could do anything for her. She looked up in surprise. "Thanks, I don't want anything." "But you are annoyed or ill, one or the other. I shall never forget your look at dinner." "Did any one notice it?" eagerly. "Not a soul, except myself. Of course, I don't wish to forceyour con fidence, but if I can be of any service to you "No one can do me any good," hur riedly. "Only I wish to heaven I had never come!" He looked at her with genuine com passion, for he saw that she was shi ver me from head to foot. "Shall I fetch Lady "Not for the world. I would tell you, only you would think me so fool ish," looking round to be sure that no one could overhear. "I promise you I won't," earnestly, as he took a chair and sat down just in front of her, so that she should not have to raise her voice. "Pray tell me." "It was only a dream," with the ghost of a smile. "Last night I thought I was being murdered for the sake of this necklace," playing nerv ously with the diamonds round her white throat, "and I woke up strug gling with a man—a man with a long chin and reddish hair. I felt I should know him anywhere, and I saw him to-day at dinner," with a shudder, "handing the liquors." "Why that was Bird, the butler. You couldn't be afraid of him." "I am," looking at him with terror in her pretty eyes. "I am sure he will try and murder me to-night. I can't go to bed. I should never close my eyes," and she shivered again. "You can go to bed and sleep in per fect confidence. I tell you what I'll do for you," and Mr. R. smiled, feeling that he was making a noble effort. "Our rooms lie on the same corridor. 1 have heaps of letters to write—worse luck—so that I must sit up. I'll keep my door ajar, which won't be noticed, as there is alight in the passage, and my ears .are so Bharp that I would defy any to pass it without my know ing it. Will that content you?" "You are very kind but he might wait till your letters are finished." "That will make no difference. I promise to sit up till my hot water's Drought. Will that satisfy you? "Oh, but that's too much." "Not at all. If you tell me in the morning that you've had a good night," with a pleasant smile, "I shall feel amply rewarded besides I can do with lers sleep than most people, and I'm sure to take it out before lunch eon." Miss M. expostulated, but he would not listen, being quite excited at the idea of rendering a ser vice to sucl^ a pretty girl and when the guests separated for the night, and he whispered, "I haven't forgotten," she gave him so charming a look ol gratitude that his heart fluttered like a schoolboy's. Two o'clock A. M., with a decaying fire and without the solace of a pipe. He had written two or three letters just to save his conscience, but the ef fort had been so great that he wouldn't have begun another to save his life. In order to reassure Miss M., who might be on the lookout, he left the smookingroom on pretext of_a headafche, and established himself in his room about midnight. Smoking and sleeping were both out of the ques tion, and two longer hours he had never spent in his whole existence. He heard doors opening and shutting down-stairs, a suppressed laugh at the last good story told amidst to bacco smoke, the tread of several pairs of feet in different directions, and then silence. Miss M. being no longer there with her white tace and her small figure all of a tremble to work up his feelings, he began to feel his position eminently ridiculous. His excitement had cooled do wn, his compassion had waned like the moon but infinitely bored and in tensely sleepy, he was bound by his promise to a girl. And all on account of a dream! He asked himself with his fingers running through his usually neat hair and his mouth distended in an unconscious yawn, if anybody had ever heard of a man being victimized by somebody else's dream. It was arrant nonsense, and he was a fool to give in to it. No, not cpiitetliat, with a throb of compunction, or the girl would have worried herself into fits but he ought to have reasoned with her, or suggested that she might have a dog in her room. LadyB.'s Fidget would have been sure to bark if a mouse squeaked, and would have howled the house down at the sight of a burglar. A pity he hadn't thought of it but supposing he had, Miss M.'s gratitude would have been given to Fidget and not to himself, and he rather wished to win it. Another yawn, till he thought he had cracked his jaws. The fire was dying out he was afraid to stir it, but he thought he might tickle it with the poker. He got up cautiously, and was stretching out his hand for the poker, when he heard a sound in the passage. He be gan to think his nervous system was deranged, for he had never believed there was the smallest reason for his watching. But the sound was repeated, and sen/' an unmistakable thrill through hin veins. He got tothedoor noiselessly, thanks to his slippers, and without opening it any further, peered through the crack. He could scarcely believf his eyes when he saw Bird, the butler, carrying a pair of tiny higli-heelec boots in his hand. Was there reallj something, in the dream after all? He waited until the man actually stopped at Miss M.'s door, and then placed hit* hand on the handle. Then with one stride he was by his side. '•What are you doing here?" he said in a stern whisper, staring the butler straight in the face. The man started, turned perfectly livid, and let the boots fall from his shaking fingers, but he made a great effort after composure, and tried tc steady his voice as he said: "I had forgotten to send up these boots be fore, sir, and 1 was afraid the young lady might want them the first thing in the morning. "If she did it wouldn't be your busi ness to being them. You must be mad or drunk, and I shall report you tc your master to-morrow." The man's under-lip shook, and hu eyes shifted uneasily. "I meant nc harm," he said, sullenly, as he stopped to pick up the boots. But Mr. R. stopped him onasudder impulse. "Leave them here and off at once." Bird seemed inclined to remonstrate and even stretched out his hand agair. as if to take the boots, but Mr. R. signed to him to go, with a significant frown. The butler slunk down the passage, giving a backward look before he turned the corner. Mr. R. watched him out of sight, then picked up the boofs and carried them to the gas light. Nothing in the first, a dainty, innocent covering for a pretty foot but something hard rattled one of them as they dropped on the floor, and he was not surprised to find in the second a long, pointed knife. As he drew it out and scratched his finger with the sharp edge, his blood turned cold as he thought of the girl's white throat and a crimson gash. If it had not been for a dream, that girl would have been brutally mur dered in her bed. Mr. R. thought it right to tell the circumstances of the case to Lord and Lady B. Miss M. agreed with him, but said she would go home before he spoke, to avoid a fuss. As soon as sne had left the house the story into told, and Lady B. nearly went was hysterics. Lord B. said there was not sufficient evidence to support a charge of murder, but he declined to have his enterprising butler any long er in the house. He therefore dis missed him at once on another pre text, and Mr. George Bird is now on the lookout for another place, where he may cut a throat when he feels in clined, with no troublesome third party to interfere. A nice thought for those about to engage a butler. This story is true, only a few trifling details having been altered, and the proper names suppressed. Mr. Bird is the only person concerned in it who would be able to bring action for libel against me, but for his own sake he is likely to keep quiet. Lotteries In Prussia. A report recently submitted to the Landtag gives the appended interest ing information about the character and capital of lotteries in Prussia: From January 1,1880, to January 1, 1885, the Government has authorized special lotteries to the amount of 36, 000,000 marks. Foreign lotteries figure in this list for one-third of this sum. The prizes were composed of merchandise to the amount of 16, 800,000 marks, and money amount ing to 7,480,000 marks. The mer chandise lotteries give only about ten per cent, profit, which is very small when one considers what enormous sums are put in motion. The money lotteries give as high as 47 per cent, profit. It is to these latter that jare due such remarkable works as the completion of the Cologne Cathedral. Classifying the lotteries by objectjsi we find that 49 per cent, of them were or ganized for cnaritable and benevolent purposes, 34 per cent, in aid of agricul ture, 7 per cent, for art, 3 nercenblfor pious works, and 3 per cent, for 'gen eral utility." Waking? Lincoln Out of Bed. From the Philadelphia News. "One night one of our correspond ents returned from the front with some very important information so im portant, indeed, that we were afraid to give it to the public without con suiting the authorities. There was first to consider the danger its publi cation might bring to the. Union cause, and second, which was not without its weight with us,thedaugerwe ourselves might run. It was very easy in those days to get into the old Capital pris on, and notwithstanding the close connection of the Chronicle with the Administration the War Department had before shown that its reporters and correspondents would have ex actly the same treatment as any oth ers if they were found to be at fault. After consultation it was decided to take the news direct to the White House, that course being preferred to going to Mr. Stanton at such an hour, for reasons which will be readily understood by all who re member the great War Secretary. By this time it was near to morning, and the President, was, of course, in bed. It was insisted that he be awakened, and when he learned what was wished, he gave orders that the Chronicle boys come up stairs. He received them in the cabinet room. His ap pearance is never to be forgotten. "It was one of the darkest perioda of the war, and the deep furrows of care were most prominent on his face. He came hastily from his bedroom, pulling on his pantaloons and throw ing a dressing gown, or rather wrap per, for it was old and ugly and any thing but dress, over his nightgown. He had on slippers, but no stockings. The correspondent explained the pur pose of the untimely visit, and handed the President a paper upon which he had written out the particulars of his information. Mr. Lincoln's face grew even sadder as he read. Never before did he seem so tall and lank and ungainly. After a moment he said: 'I thank you very much gentlemen, for bringing this to me. It would have worked great harm hadit been published.' Upon a stand hung a large map, and Mr. Lincoln walking toward it continued: 'Come here and I will point out to you the position of the forces and explain as well as I can what this news indicates.' He went on at considerable length and displayed thorough familiarity with all the movements of the armies. We .could have listened to him for hours, and he would have detained us much longer than we remained, but it was necessary to get back as quickly as possible to the office, where a crowd or type-setters were waiting our return. Mr. Lincoln evinced not the slightest displeasure or impatience at being called out of his bed. He could not have treated the newspaper men more courteously. The Elements of a First-Class ltomancc. Washington Corr. Chicago News. There is lying on the president's ta ble an application for the pardon of Charles Doughty, a United States prisoner at the Chester, 111., peniten tiary. The story of Doughty's arrest and imprisonment embodies the ele ments of a first-class romance. Sever al years ago a regiment of rangers was formed in Texas to repel the Indian invasions along the border. Doughty, an adventurous youth of twenty, en listed. At the expiration of several months the regiment was disbanded. Some of the men, notably Doiurhty, were300 miles from home. They were penniless and desperate. One night Doughty and two of his friends rode out of town and stopped a stage-coach filled with passengers. They made off with their booty unhaimed, but were captured within twenty-four hours and lodged in jail. Pending the trial a let ter reached Doughty from his home in another section of the state. It con tained tl\e intelligence that his mother was dying and desired to see her baby, he being the youngest child, before she died. Doughty made frantic efforts to obey the mother's summons, but without avail, until a kind-hearted ••aloon keeper in the town to quote the language of the affidavits, said he would "go $500 on the boy anyway." He accordingly offered that amount for Doughty's bail. It was accepted and the boy rcached home in time to receive his mother's blessing. The funeral over he prepared to return to prison again. His relatives urged him to fly the country, but he refused. He said he had committed a robbery in a moment of desperation and while un der the influence of liquor but he would not betray a friend, no matter what the sacrifice might be. And so he went back to prison, pleaded guilty to the charge of highway robbery and was sentenced to serve eicht years at hard labor in the penitentiary. He *ias served half his term, and the en are Texas delegation, as well as other prominent citizens of the state, are using their influence to have the re maining four years remitted, on the ground that he has been sufficiently punished. The Ticket Sellers. The Chicago News quotes a ticket seller at one of the prominent theatres in that city as saying: "Funny, ain't it? how many people', arid so many of ihem wide-awake business men, go iway without their change. Well, sometimes it's the other way, and it only about balances up. I have known lots of ticket sellers who made big stakes out of their business. Now there are the circus-ticket men, for in stance. A woman comes along and lays down a $5 bill for two tickets. The ticket man sees that she is somo what rattled at the crowd behind her and dosen't hand her the change right off. Chances are she goes right along with the crowd and doesn't think of her change until she gets inside. Then she comes back and wants it. "You gave me a dollar, madam," IB the ticket man's reply, and there is the sign which says. 'No Change Corrected After Leaving the window,' and what can she do about it? Of course, in first class theatres no such robbery is conducted, and I generally give a man his change when he comes back, if I think he is right. Then there is the 'fly' young crook, who comes back and claims change that I know he has already had. I've got to look out for him, or I would be S10 or $15 short every day. Then there are other causes for a ticket man to be behind in his accounts. Some shows use these thin paper tickets, and when a man is in a hurry he is sure often to hand out two instead of one. This shortage must be made up some way, and the simplest scheme is the short-change racket. You can put it down for a fact that whatever the state of trade may be the 'fly' ticket-seller is not much behind in his accounts." it •-.