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"What's the matter with you, George?
You look sick." I "I never was so 'broke up' in all my We " j The exclamatory interrogation was ad dressed to a well-known New York mer- | is chant, a man of middle age and the hus A SEASIDE EPISODE. r band of a wonderfully beautiful young 1 wife, as he sat : n the corridor of the West ( End last night. It was late, and the friend who spoke was just returning from a caucus at the Pennsylvania club, where he and several other distinguished poll- had ticlans and amateur statesmen had been trying to influence Mr. Philip Daly. The hour was exactly half past 12. The second the speaker continued, speaking less enig statically: "The bar is closed; have you anything to In your room, old man?" and It was evident that the sick man was suffering from the effect pf a men tal shock of some kind. He was perfectly , the sober. When they were seated together the 1 as merchant grew confidential, and bit by j bit, to relieved his overburdened mind, | for tlie to I he revealed one of the most curious fam ily episodes that have overcome to the personal knowledge of your correspon dent. Henceforward the story will be told in the words of the mutual friend, who, since he finds that all the ladies in the house have been gossiping about the matter to-day, feels justified in repeating the Incident with ail thoir extenuating circumstances. "When we sat down in my room," began the confidential friend of the elderly mer chant, "my sad, distressed companion fin ally said:—'It was like tills, you see. I can trust you with what to me is an awful secret. I accepted an invitation some time ago from my friend Harry French, a vero jolly fellow, to make a cruise In his yacht. A small party of clever men were to be acoard. I was glad to go—not that I love the sea, for I don't. Curse it, I hate But the novelty of the experience caught me, you know. I joined the pretty little steamer at New York, expecting to bo gone a week at least. Yes, that was last Wednesday. (Time has moved so rapidly in the last few minutes that I have to check it off to be certain I'm right.) We sailed eerly In the forenoon. Harry is a bold bucaneer, and we put out to sea at once. The wdter tvas very rough —ough! as rougli as a country tin lantern. I was beastly sick for two days, but late this afternoon we spoke a pilot boat bound inward. The skipper said he would land me at Sandy Aook wharf for a valu able consideration. I was rejoiced at the prospective end of my seasickness, and with considerable difficulty was trans ferred to the schooner. Blessed if I now be the He still out top at was as he of the He gan It I'd and ful it. ffo. remember how it was accomplished. I felt if 1 only could get my feet upon dry land again I'd be the happiest man In the entire universe. Alas! you behold me a miserable wretch, who, when you spoke to me, was codtemplating suicide.' "He thought I would speak, but I only looked very hprd at him and kept silent. " 'About 9 o'clock we reached the Horse shoe and I was landed at the pier,'my companion resumed, sighing heavily. 'The last train to Long Branch was gone. Still, I didn't worry. I found a couple of strong railroad workmen who agreed for $10 to bring me down to Seabright on a hand-car. Once there I knew I could hire a team to bring me home, and I did. I was right glad to get on land and see my poor, anxious wife, who I knew must miss me very much. To cut it short, I sprang out of the curriage here exactly half an hour ago. In my impatience I didn't wait to say a word to any of the "regu lars" who were moving toward the bar room for the final "ball," but I climbed the stairs to my wife's—our room. I knew the number well enough—198, on the third floor. 1 had gone to it many a time under less advantageous circum stances—for I was perfectly sober, upon my word, as I regret to remark, I am yet. Strange to say, I couldn't find the door, j went back and followed up the numbers. Yes, they were all in regular sequence— 194, 196, 198; but as there is a God above us, a pair of man's shoes sat in front of my door!' " 'I don't believe it,' I promptly inter rupted. " 'But I saw them—' " 'You are grossly slandering a good woman; and the mere circumstance that she is your wife, sir, does not justify—' "'Don't lose your temper.' " 'How can I keep it when I hear a man that I have known for fifteen years care lessly blast the character of a most amia ble and virtuous woman. Now. shut up and go to bed. You are either crazy or drunk, I don't know which. Get out!' "He moved toward the door, not be cause he was overawed, but with a bouy ancy, a clearly defined sense of relief, that his eyes—indeed, his whole manner showed. Plainly as words, his glide toward the hall said. " 'Perhaps I am wrong.' "He got as far as the middle of the wide corridor. Then he came back just as I was about to close the room. His appeal was almost pathetic, as lie stammered; " 'Will you come with me as far as my door? I'm a trifle uncertain of myself, as you say.' When I hesitated for a mo ment he added: 'You're a severe friend, and a candid one, but I forgive you. Only come with me. Do?' "The affair was none of mine, but as I was morally sure tlie merchant had mis taken some man's room for his, I finally consented to do a foolish act. I took his arm and we started. Turning a corner in the hall I instinctively noticed that the husband peered forward, with something like the intensity that a hydrophobic patient stares at a bowl of water. What was lie trying to find? Oh, yes, I forgot, the shoes. I chuckled at the laugh I'd have to myself about the matter. "But, where was the room? I glanced at the nearest door. Odd number on the front of the house; even numbers at the back. Then his room faced the lawn in the rear of the hotel. Ah! we were get . ting warn,'as the children say. Here was 208; next was 204: then came 202; a stair way followed; 200 was the first door and 198 was the—good God, there were the shoes! "1 had them in my hands in a minute. Men's shoes, beyond a doubt.—'tens' at least—and almost new, for I found the soles only slightly discolored. I turned to my poor friend who sat limp and droop ing, upon a large trunk at the side of the door—his wife's trunk, as the full name on its end attested. Happy thought! Probably his thoughtful spouse had placed a pair of her husband's shoes outside to have them blacked for his use on his return. Noiselessly as possible I laid the shoes I held alongside one of my companion's feet He wore a five! This shoe would have fitted the Chinese giant or 'Uncle Bill West,' the blind orator of Ohio. By Jupiter, this was getting seri ous. It was a mean thing to do, but we listened a minute at the door. Still as a 1 and I to It. He it ers. so of I be he of 'fault! Evidently every body in the room was asleep. "1 turned, and putting my hand gently and as kindly as possible on my poor friend's shoulder, said in as calm a I voice as I could command: - 'George, this is terrible! I am sorry j down to the bottom of my heart Come back to my room until we consider what | is best to be done.' as " 'We retraced our steps slowly. A 1 vigilant night watchman passed on his ( rounds, but did not heed us. How he could know the anguish that was racking our very lights and livers? He couldn't, happy fellow. As we neared my door, i had an idea. I sometimes have. Strange that neither of us had thought of a most reasonable explanation before. Of course, the whole thing was clear now. Pshaw, what a brace of blockheads we w'ere, to be sure. The season was gradually comlug to an end; the hotel was thinning out, and Mr. Palmer, the ever thoughtful room clerk, had moved my companion's wife to a larger apartment at the front of , the house. When I mentioned this to the 1 as a drowning man does at driftwood, j Only a moment was he relieved, however, | for he gusped the horrible words; "But, the^runk." "That was a blow to my fine spun theory, I had to admit. Still, I reasoned, tlie transfer of rooms might have been made late iu the afternoon und the worked porters might not have been aide to attend to the transfer of the baggage. I confess that I was unable to impart much enthusiasm to my consoling assur ances. suffering husband he clutched at the idea over " 'Clearly, there was only one thing to be done. The husband must go down to the desk and ascertain if his room—his wife's room—had been changed since his departure. No; I couldn't go Positively no! He must be diplomatic, too. I assured him, for his wife's honor depended on not awakening any suspicion at the desk. I still felt that there must be a clear way out of this tangle, but I eouldn't see any daylight ahead, again. He argued with me The husband, not the friend, must Yes, I was firm on that point. I braced him up as well as I could to the top of the main stairway leading to the office. Then I waited. My friend was about as diplomatic as a Hollander, walked up to the desk and, glaring wildly at Clerk Ben Hays, demanded; "'Why in the fiend's name did you move my room while I was away?' " " 'Your room has not been changed, sir,' was the calm reply of the veteran clerk as he glanced over the rack on which the names are all carefully set down, he said 'Front!' in a voice that made the colored porter on duty spring forward. Mr. Hays said to him in a matter-of fact way: " 'Show this gentleman to his room.' " "I saw that a crisis had come. Stepping down the stairs, I plunged Into the thick of the contest. My friend, the husband, acted as though he would fall limp upon the floor. Mr. Hays expected him to, evi dently, for he whispered to the porter to take the guest's arm, but the husband wouldn't have it. and stormed like a tiger, way; didn't want anybody to show him to-—to—his room. Hotel clerks were al ways impudent, he added. "Mr. Hays, who has had thirteen years' experience at the Fifth Avenue hotel and West End, had seen such cases before. He knew the only way to manage under the circumstances was to let him alone. That's what he did. His theory worked like a charm in this case; and, making what apology I could for my thoroughly distracted companion, I be gan to navigate him toward the stairway. Now, I expect you to believe me when I tell you this staggering man was 'dead sober.' He hadn't had a drop in my room, because there's never any there. It don't last. Why, I actually thought I'd have to carry my friend, his legs doubled up so under the weight of his grief. God knows I pitied "im. "What was to be doue? I tried again and again, to imagine myself in this aw ful predicament. Impossible, course, regard all that I knew and had "een as a sacred secret (though an un will ffo. He Then I He recovered himself He knew the ■ a man now 1 must, of confidence) that could not be dragged from me with heated pincers. It should die with me. But what next? That was the husband's place to decide, and his only. "'Have you a pistol?" he finally asked "'Yes,' I answered, reluctantly. 1 hadn't any real wish to be made an ac cessory to a murder before the fact, nor had I the heart to refuse a boon to a wronged and outraged friend. Anything 1 had in this world was at his disposal, and I said so. "\Ve had reached my room for the thir 1 time. It was after 1 o'clock—nearer 2, in fact, as I found by looking at my watch. I got out the heavy weapon, examined it to see that it was properly loaded, and laid it on the table so that he could take It. He divined my mental observation. He evidently believed that I shrunk from handing him a pistol about to be used in taking a human life. I'd cross the Ru bicon. I seized the heavy revolver, placed it in his hands, and, with a heroic rising inflexion, said: " 'Go, and do your duty!' " "The way in which the merchant han dled the weapon satisfied me that he never beloro had had a pistol in his Ang ers. His first act was to place the butt against his breast and to bring the weapon to a full cock. Then his confi dence grew stronger and his recklessness increased. "Stepping back to give the injured hus band courage, I urged him to avenge him self. I told him how Mr. Murat Hal stead had only the other day actually threatened to shoot Mr. John R. McLean, and that he had telegraphed a column or so about the daring act to all the papers of the country. Now, do you know, thut was one of the most unfortunate remarks I ever remember to have made. The mer chant and husband had read the blood curdling screed himself, and, recalling likewise the fierceness of Mr. Halstead's letter to Secretary Chase in 1863, he said: " 'They both had seconds. You must be mine. I can't kill a man without a second. I tell you, it isn't right.' " "1 would have smiled, too, had 1 been indifferent to the fate of this family, as you are. But I assure you it was a most solemn moment, which the succeeding re mark did not render less grave. The husband had straightened himself up as he made the high professional point about killing the destroyer of his peace of mind, but I fancied he withered some what as he added: " 'Remember the size of his shoea He must be a terror.' "Two o'clock had passed, and the en raged man certainly had a right to know the worst. I would stand by him to the last. I had gone too far to draw back now. Perhaps I could avoid bloodshed and scandal. I accompanied my unfortu nate friend along the hail. We reached the door. There still sat the damning evidence of his wrongs, Innocent, of con •vous shame. How peacefully they rested upon the floor? Damn the shoes! •Changing the revolver to the left hand. e afllicted husband knocked on the door, iu a timid, half-hearted fashion. Si lence. This gave him the courage of despair. He struck the door with the flat of his hand. "There was a noise within, const derablc tumbling about the apartment, we were both sure. Finally a timid voice, but the vcice of his wife, inquired: ' 'Who is it?' ' 'It is me!' was the fierce rejoiner. Brave hearts always cast grammar, like physic, to the dogs in moments of great personal self-control. "You, George!' exclaimed the inmate of the room. We both thought there a tone of gladness in her voice as site ai(ded: 'Wait just a moment till 1 light the gas and I'll open the door.' "It was some time before the light !i! a ,"o < m tir0Ug . h the . 1 ransom. Matches I kirn». w ,|! ere they are left. .■j , , lat niyself. 1 here was a rat lÎî a ct ! air was taken from i _ le . uo ^' ant , * stepped aside as t-Wh»*. 118 .. bi I 7 ; J ou dnHmg old fellow! and she i ' t e . ver s< ? S' 0 " cam * ve reaU y been lonely, and wor th No answer. « ,1 rod— ' 'Henrietta!' ' 'Yes, George, dear.' 'The deadly husband of a minute before bi,d looked about the brightly lighted apartment without discovering any signe a stranger's presence. He had adroitly slipped the revolver into his coat tail pocket before be resumed in these words:— of " 'Henrietta, my wife, will you answei one question?' " 'Certainly, anxiety aud fear iu her voice, but none ol ghilt. r 'Whose shoes are those?' ' Mine.' f 'Yours?' the husband fairly shrieked. 1 '1 didn't blame him, either. For the st Instant I began to doubt her. Her planatiou was so lame. I was moving iy when her answer came. 'Yes, mine. I bought them, you jeal s old goose. You want au explanation, but you don't deserve one. I read about some sneak There wits a tone ol I !ii ex wi Ol thieves Muse and thought that if a sneak got into this house he would not try to rob room if lie thought a very big and fierce man slept within instead of a weak aud defenseless woman. I drove down to the village Thursday, and bought the largest pair of men's shoes I could find. I have placed them outside each night you've been away and I have rubbed off the pol ish in the morning so as too fool the boot black, you know. Good idea, wasn't it?' Anil forgetting her previous fit of annoy ce, she concluded: 'You're a dear old Come to bed as soon as possible.' "Tlie husband, a terror no longer, met me in the hall this morning. He looked ecpisli enough and his only words were; "'Good idea, wasn't it?' Mr words, 1 believe." Here tlie narrative ended abruptly. Tills story rau through my mind as 1 was in tlie surf at the Hollywood sands tills afternoon, and I had a narrow escape from drowning, tlie waves seemed so frol icsome—to wear a broad smile, almost. at the Astor .1 a: fellow. si Those were Panama Canal Laborers. Tlie Jamaicu negro, acting on his viilitlon, will not work at all. With the proportionate disbursement for supervis ion required by intelligent white labor, i® will go through the form of wonting. ) get even spusamodic work—real work out of him, requires a grossly dispropor tionate outlay in foremen's wages. He has no labor-morality. Directing his labor is ■ i ce driving a horse who stands still M fails to hear his master's exhortations. Tpe foreman of a gang of these negroes cannot leave one of them with an hours work laid out for him, and return at the ei^d of an hour to lind the work done. It is literally the fact that the average cijnal laborer will not work for more than ten minutes consecutively as the result of oi)6 initial impulse. At the end of that time he must receive a new impetus, and this new impetus must be of a tangible nature. It is not sufficient for him to know that the foreman is in his imme diate vicinity. He must meet the fore man's eye or hear tlie foreman's voice when he stops at tlie end of those ten minutes. He is the worst laborer in the world. The negro, as seen from the cot ton plantations of Mississippi, to an Anglo-Saxon marvelously stupid and lazy. The Jamaica negro is more than that. He is wlioily devoid of any sifnse of the righteousness of hard work. Panama Cor. New York Tribune. r - 1 a seems 1 a Parting the Iluir in the Middle. Speaking of that fashion, in men, the ii|ea that it is effeminute has long since been exploded. Some of the greatest men ainong us part their hair in the center. Among them may be mentioned lnger soll, Roscoe Conkling. his brother, Col. Frederick Conkling, Rishop Porter and hundreds of others umong artny officers tlie clergy and statesmen, effeminate than it is masculine for a young lady to part her hair on the side: it] is simply u question of what is becom ing. It is no more I know of a clergyman, who looks manly and grand with his hair parted in the center, who looks actually foolish ivneu his brow is covered by the hair parted on tlie side, as he wore it one day at the request of his wife, who laughingly declared that she never wished to see his hair parted on the side again. He says lie has a good example in wearing his hair ah he does—the pictures of the Savior have the hair worn in a like manner. I know several pretty young ladies who are made prettier by the hair being pkrrted a little at one side. It shortens the face, and really looks more feminine, uji does everything which covers the brow. 1 is only custom which makes us think lierwise.—New York Cor. Hartford ourant, Everything Ragged Edge. A new style of dinner card imported to New York is a continuation of the take off on the present craze for Egyptian an tiquities. The size is 6x4 inches, and the color is a mixture of orange and black,' giving the card a water-soaked appear ance. The edges are ragged and tom. l|n each are Egyptian ligures. Another new style of dinner card is hand-painted in metallic colors, mounted on which there are flowers of different shades. Everything must he ragged edge.—Chi cago Herald. Specimen, of Ca.tanea Ve.ca. Chicago girl—How did you enjoy the minstrels last evening, Minerva? Boston girl—Not very well, dear. There Were so many specimens of the castanea vesca on exhibition. C. G.—Indeed, and what are they? B. G.—Well, I suppose you westerner* call them "chestnuts."—The Rambler. testify to lier having an immense appe tit«. Nevertheless she gave up her dinner f or ttle concert. But the illustriouscan tatrice had but to open her mouth to cease to be a woman. She became a great church organ. Of course her voice has [ 08t i ls freshness, but the style is Incom parable. Alas! a sudden breathlessness overcame her at the end. The enthusiasm of the public was something wonde rfuL "Brava, brava, brava!" rang through the house, flowers bearing her monogrnin, all ''sorts of plaudits followed her. Her phy sician told me that she cried all night after this triumph, saying: "Is it not too bad that I have to give up all these years of triumph?" It is a shame that a super abundant despot of adipose lias kept such a wonder from the operatic stage. In private life Alboni is the wife of an hum ble-looking Swiss gentleman who seems devoted to her. She is not handsome, having a full moon face and wears glasses, pins her napkin under her chin when she eats one of Mme. Gulbert's very good din ners, and is very jolly, laughing and talk ing loud.—Mrs. John Sherwood iu Boston Traveler. SO SLEEP, MY HEART. V» ■ How tranquilly the aun goes down And birds and flowers prepare to rest; The blossoms close In tender folds. The birds fly to the bough or nest. So sleep, my heart, in calm content. From all thy doubtiugs gladly part; To-morrow they may come again, So sleep thee now, my heart. Minnie C. Ballard. Alboni at Alx le Bains. I have heard the great, the inimitable cantatrice. The theatre of the Cercle was filled to overflowing as the great elphan tine woman came slowly down the prin cipal entrance. She had not been heard for a dozen years, and everyone was on tip-toe. It was a kind of solemnity. She sent in an apology regretting that she must sing Blttiug in a chair. She weigiis 400 pounds and is very lame. I sat near her in the salle a manger and can The lit rors of Art. In the manufacture of vases and other earthen ware for ornamental and decora tive uses the aim of the artist designers seems to be to create forms that are fan tastic and even terrible, either in the col ored figures or iu the shape of the article ■Itself. The fabled dragons, hobgoblins and sen monsters are reproduced with startling effect, often with a tierce beauty that is fascinating. Hut in one of the most conspicuous show-windows of the city is an attempt at this line that, while attracting many spectators, is hideous. It represents a clean limbed yellow bound with a woman's head. It is sitting on its haunches with its eyes cast down at the ground. The waving yellow hair falls from the side of the head into a posi tion much like the long ears of a dog, while there is that ill the expression of the face which suggests the canine face so strongly as to make one shudder. It is a remarkable specimen of hh artist's skill. Spectators who are thrilled with a sort of horror by looking at it return to look again and eventually go away speaking in praise of it in spite of themselves.—New York Cor. Brooklyn Eagle. At a Village Hotel. A Detroit traveler who put in a night at a village hotel in Indiana called the landlord aside in thu morning and said: "Sir, I never slept in such a wretched bed in all my life." "You didn't, eh? Yes I know it's a poor bed." "And supper and breadfast were simply outrageous. Your cook doesn't know enough to mash potatoes." "She doesn't, eh? Well she isn't very bright, and that's a fact." "The coffee was execrable." "Yes, I don't like it myself." "And the tea was simply horrible." "I guess it was, though I don't drink tea' "On the whole, my friend, continued tlie traveler, "you don't know how to run a tavern." "I don't, eh? Well, I agree with you." "Then why on earth don't you give it up. "I am going to. I've traded the place for a saw mill, and I go out to-morrow. Your bill will be $2."—Detroit Free Press. A Qnt'«r Set of People. They are a queer set, these negroes and "white trash" of the south—a queer set. Hags for clothes, holes with a few pieces of leather around the edges for shoes, some ragged straw or felt dangling over their eyes for hats—such is their general appearance. Their shoes deserve more detailed description—leather, twine, hole«, and toes, .are mixed up in such inextrica ble confusion that it is doubtful whether a daily disentangling takes place. How the shoes stay on the darky, how the darky stays in the shoes, how he ever found his way in, once in, how he ever found ids way out, are insoluble prole lems, which, however, do not bother them summer or winter. "Pete," said a citizen to a ragged moonshiner from the South mountains one wintry day, "I should thii k that big toe of yours would get frost-b!! ten out on tlie cold ground this morning; don't it trouble you?" "Ob," replied Pe f r, "I don't pay no 'tention to dat 'ere toe.' - Cor. New York Post. a I Fate of the Great Eastern. After a somewhat checkered career, tOe Great Rastern seems at last to have fuir chance of a green and useful old age. Hrr debut at Liverpool as a floating temple of amusement has proved so successful that she is to become a peripatetic variety show under the ingis of Capt. William Holland, who will take nautical drama under Ms fatherly protection, and, after steering l:f ship to victory on the British coasts, w'll dually take her to the colonies, where she vill serve to remind our friends from Great Britain of their 1886 experiences at South Kensington.—London World. He Could Not Sleep. When O'Kelley wpke up the other morning he looked out of the window and saw that it had rained during the night. "Shure, an' it has rained," said he. "Yis, didn't ye hear it? It rained aw fully had," replied his wife. "Faith, an' why didn't ye wake me oop?" interogated O'Kelley. 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