Pages 9 to 12 THE OMAHA DAILY BEE.Pages 9 to 12 ,
TWENTIETH YEAR. OMAHA , SATURDAY APRIL 11 , _ 891 TWELVE PAGES. NUMBER 21)2 ) ,
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TrartJeit' llttm-d ,
Polly , Polly the kettle sings.
There's n puff of steam like fairy wings ,
A fragrance of Oolong itoallng ;
Dainty china costly set.
Fragile ns frailest- eggshell , yet
Strong In my housewife's dealing.
It's hey for toast , and ho for teal
Old reminiscences brougnt to mo
Over the tea with Polly ;
There's the fragment of song when hearts
were young ,
A trembling minor never sung.
Hushed In tears from Polly.
For Polly and I , ny , hey for toast ,
Ho for the tea , too , who can boast
Ol youth and love forever 1
Let broken heart and hint of wrong
Find cheerier note In the kettle's song1 ,
Striving with bravo endeavor.
Bo over the crlio brown toast for two ,
And tea In the old cups quaint and blue ,
llclgho for bygouo follyl
Thougti yellowest hair has turned to wblto ,
Old ftong to minor , yet tonight
Wo love on , I and Polly 1
T)1E ) OLD DRAWING MASTER.
' ' SlatMlltnn't
Its \ many years since , but I Btill re
member ns though It were but yester
day , the long , low , dusty room to which
I , \Vlth about a do/.on other girls , went
for our weekly drawing It'sson , I think
the school was chiefly patronized by ar
tisans carpenters , decorators , design-
era in a small way , who tolled of an
evening to improve themselves in some
bert of drawing which might bo useful
In their business. Wo , the youiiff
ladles , certainly did not toil , neither on
the whole did * wo greatly improve. I
used to wonder how our muster could go
on , week after" week , patiently correct
ing the same mistakes , cutting the
blunt chalks , trying in his gentleweary
volco to impress tlio most elementary
rules on the minds of his careless pupils.
Ho was a very llttlo iritin , slightly
bent und twisted , with u delicate roflned
face und bright oycs , who spoke English
with n foreign accent. Wo did not
know his history , or oven his counlryor
how happened to settle in our smo.ky ,
northern town. It seemed to us that ho
hud lived there always , and in all his
lifo ho hud done nothing but tenchtouch ,
touch.
"Aro you ever tired of It ? " I usked
ono day.
"Tired yes ! " ho said with his habit
ual smilo. "But 9110 docs not mind
being tired , MUs Ellen ; It is my work ,
you BOO. "
"Such unrewarded world" I could not
help saying itus , I looked down the long
row of desks , on which lay drawings in
every stage of badness. His oycs fol
lowed mine with a funny twinkle in
them.
"Certainly , I do fool sometimes that
it would bo pleasant to teach these who
truly wluho'd to loarn. They none of
tlictn wbrk , these young ladles. Ah ! in
our.old .atxjdlo ? , lt wnsdifforant.-'What-
nmblti'onl But " Mr. Hirsch stopped
Bhort , shrugged his bent shoulders , and
began to put nwny the drawings and
prepare the room for the next class. I
remained to finish n chalk- study ; I
think I was the only ono of his lady
pupils who worked with zeal. Presently
ho cumo up and looked ever my shoulder.
"Pretty wolll" Iso said. "You hnvo n
feeling for' form , Miss Ellen. It is a pity
you do not devote inoro time to painting ;
you might , perhaps , do something. "
"Do you really think so ? "
"Well , it might bo so with time nnd
pnlns , " said my master slowly. "You
nre rocoptlvo. If wo cannot create , It is
Nnlwnys something if wo can receive and
distribute. And I have , perhaps , a few
Bocrots. I have learned , something. I
am no artist myself , but I would like , if
it may bo , to make ono artist. "
"But , " I ventured to ask , "why are
you no artist , you who know so much ?
Why do you not ypursolf paint ? "
IIo spread out his hands smiling. "It
is too late I am too old I have no time
for painting. Oneo , indepd , I hud my
dreams but not now. "
"Ah , what a pityl" I said.
"Not nt all no , when ono grows old
ono does not cease dreaming ; ono's
dreams alter , that is all. I have my
dream always , . " said my master , still
emillng. , .
Wo were interrupted by a ring at the
outer door. Mr. Ilirsch wont and opened
it. and , after'a short parley with someone
ono outside , returned , carrying a huge ,
Bquaro purcel. As it seemed heavy , I
wont to his assistance , nnd between us
wo got it into a llttlo inner room which
ho rcfeorvod for his own use.
"This is my own business , " ho said.
"My pupils might laugh at it , though I
have no reason to bo ashamed. You see
I do whatever work comes to my hand. "
As ho spoke ho took oil the cloth that
covered the parcel and disclosed a largo
wooden panel on which was faintly dls-
cornablo a painting , representing a swan
with two necks , swimming in a Very blue
rlvor. It wasasignboardl
"This poor BWUII looks just ready to
elug ills death song , or perhaps I should
Bay pngs , elnco "ho has two throuts , "
mild my master ; "but I am going to make
him young ngnln. "
" \ou are going to do thisl" I ox-
clnlmod.
, "Quo mus- live , " said Mr. Hlrsoh
cheerfully , "and one must help others to
llv X This picture will possess ono nd-
vantage ; It is nuro to bo hung. There
nro many artists who would bo glad If
they could say as much as that of their
works. "
A fawdays later a note , misspelled
nnd in a'crampod foreign hand , signed
Cello Illrsoh , informed mo that the next
drawing lesson must bo put off , as my
waster was ill.
"You had better go tomorrow nnd In
quire for him ? " said my father. "Tako
n bunch of grapes with you. "
I had never'boforo boon tp my draw
ing muster's house ; the rooms where wo
took our lessons were in another part of
the town. The llttlo slipshod girl who
answered the bell , instead of replying to
my inquiries , merely nipped at a door in
the entrance passagocallo.l out : "You'ro
wanted , mudaino , " and disappeared. A
high-pitched volco culled out , "Como
in. " I opened the door and found my-
Bolf In n tiny sitting room. By an empty
grate Bat a woman neatly dressed in
bhubby black , who rose hastily when she
fcuw mo. "Pardon , mademoiselle ! " she
Bald. "I hud not expected a visitor ;
forgive mo that I did not open to you.
I am lame , I walk with dilllculty , and
today I um tired. " She had a crutch by
her side and teemed in linn and old ,
though , as I afterward found , her ago
could not huVo exceeded forty-five.
She told mo that Mr. Htrsch was In
bed with bronchitis , but she hoped ho
would soon bo able to resume Ills lesbons.
She apologized for asking mo into a cold
room. "IIo ueodod the fire upstairs. "
4
When I opened my bashtt she cried ,
"Oh , cloll" and hold up her linnds with
delight. "This Is. indeed , goodness ;
only this morning I wns 'thinking If I
hutlbut some gruj > es for my husband. "
She took them with n tender touch , nl-
most n caress. "It is BO long since I
huVo hold grapes In irij * hand. " she
nald ; "it Is us If I was once inoro In
Franco.Vlll mademoiselle do mo the
favor to sit down while I take thorn to
monsieur ? Ho will Uko to make you his
thanks. " She spoke slowly , with a
French accent much stronger than her
husband's. While sho' was gene I
looked about mo. I , think , nt that
time of inv llfo , I had novcrscon so poor
n room. It lind in it , with two ex
ceptions , nothing but the most abso
lutely needful furniture , and that of the
homeliest , These exceptions wcro
striking. The llrst was a handsomely
carved and gilt frauio containing the
head , apparently a portrait , of a young
man sketched In charcoal. The other
was much inoro remarlmble. It was an
oil painting representing . group of
French peasants , returning from the
harvest Hold. Even I , ignorant as I
was , could perceive that It was a work
of great power and beauty. Its delicate
pearl-gray tones so perfectly harmon
ized , Its tender , restrained feeling riv
eted my attention. 1 was still locking
at it when Mrs. Ilirsch returned.
"Ah , " hho said , "that was painted by
my llrst husband. Ho was a great ar
tist. You never hoard ol him ? It Is
because he died young , before ho was
appreciated. If ho had lived lie would
liavo been famous. Mr. Illrmch bays so ,
and ho knows , " bho concluded , with an
odd mixture of pride in her two hus
bands. "And that. " she added turning
to the charcoal sketch , "is his son , my
Anntolo , drawn by himself ,
"lie , then , is also an artist ? "
"IIo is a student. Ho has his father's
genius ; some dtiy ho , too , will be an ar
tist. "
After the first visit for some reason or
another , I often wont to my drawing-
master's house. Ills cough hung long
about him. and before ho could go out ho
ollored to give him and his other pupils
lessons at homo if wo cheese to como. I
gladly availed myself of the offer. Mrs.
Ilirsch was usually present , busy with
some line needlework , which no doubt ,
helped to eke out the family income. I
observed thnt'my muster paid her a cer
tain defo'ronco and almost always ad
dressed her as madame. As both hus
band and wife were constantly occupied ,
I could not at llrst understand Why they
were so poor. jNOiiung soomeu 10 como
amiss to Mr. Ilirseh. Sometimes ho
would bo painting a signboard , some
times designing a playbill , or drawing
ornamental headings for tradesmen's
circulars. Oneo in an out-of-the-way
corner of the town , I came upon him engaged -
gaged in freshening up the portrait of a
huge salmon , which ornamented the
window of a small lishlng-tacklo shop.
On this occasion ho seemed a little om-
barassed and I turned quickly away and
never afterwards referred to our moot
ing.
Gradually I learned the meaning of
nil this Industry. Auatolo , the young
original of the charcoal portrait , was
being supported ns a student In Paris nt
the expanse of ills stepfather. "IIo will
-bo a great artist.lam-ouro of-itr'-i--Bal ' < l-
Mr. Iltrsch to mo.ult is our duty to
develop his genius. "
"Does ho know how hard yon work ? "
I asked. "Would ho like you to do all
this for him ? "
"Ah bnh ! It is nothing , " said Mr.
Hirsch smiling.
"That is what ho always tjays , " said
his wife , "but is everything to us to
Anato'.o and mo.- "
Ono day when Mr. Ilirsch was out.sho
told mo tlio story. IIow happy shn had
been with her llrst husband , tno young
artist just rising into fiuno , till ho was
shot down In the street on that terrible
4th of December , 1831 ; , hp\v Mr. Ilirsch ,
his favorite pupil had stood by his siao
in that hopeless fight for law and liberty
and had carried him back , iv dying man ,
to the little studio which had boon so
full of life and hope ; hotf she had found
herself loft quite ulono with her llttlo
boy of three yours old. "I was an or
phan , I hud no ono , no one , " she said
with falling tears. "I had been hurt by
nn accident ; I was lame , as you see mo
now , and I could got no work. Wo near
ly starved all that winter , I and my boy.
I had sold all that wo could soil except
that picture ; " she looked toward the
painting on the wall. "It was his last'
It broke my heart to think of parting
wlth.lt ; but I had madoup my mind that
it must go , when ono day
Gottlieb came and asked If ho
miirht work for mo and the boy. Ho
said ho owed everything to my husband ,
and ho would like to make some return.
Ho Imdlieard of some work in England
as a teacher .of drawing. There was
only ono way , mademoiselle , and I
thought of my boy. Wo were married ,
and ho has been the best of husbands tc
mo. Since then wo have had many struggles
'
gles , but wo have always had'pnough to
live upon. Mr. Ilirsch has tried every
thing. IIo wished to bo a painter , but
no ono would buy his pictures , and the
boy's education has cost much money ; so
ho has had to turn his hand to anything
that camo. t have often boon sorry ; but
then he is not n genius like my first
husband and my boy , "
Ono morning , coming early to the
drawing school , I found Mr. Ilirsch hard
at work before a S'tuall oubol. Contrary
to his wont , ho was so' absorbed that ho
did not notice the opening of the door ,
and I came quite close to him to hlmbo-
fore ho stirred , close enough to see thai
his usual air of smiling patience was exchanged -
changed for nn expression of intense
eagerness , which mudo him appear nt
least ton years younger. When ho no
ticed mono looked up liken schoolboy
caught In some mischievous trick ,
"You find mo wustlng my time sadly ,
Miss Ellen ; but I had really no work til !
.you came , so I amiibo myself n llttlo. "
I looked at the ousel : on it was n small ,
half-llnlshod oil sketch , an old woman
soiling llowors in the street.
"It is a llltlo figure that I saw , " said
my master , as If npQlojlzlng for his oc
cupation. "You sea , she is old , and she
Is ugly , and so is the , street she sits in ,
but the llowors brighten all. It please :
mo to paint them , though I do but waste
my timo. "
"Suioly it cannot be waste of time to
paint like this. " . ,
"Not for a student. For a student , I
might oven say that ths\vould | \ bo a
good work. But for apalntor It is noth
ing. Once I thought to be a painterbu
I began too late , and It Is all nt nn OIK
now. It needs much labor , very mucl
labor. I have not had the time. "
"You did not work at it long. "
"Threo no , four ydurv , that Is noth
ing , it needs n lifetime. I was a pooi
boy. a farmer's son In the Vosgcs , and ' .
used to draw many a timewhen I should
have boon mtudlitg. my work. I nn
sorry for It now. When F came to bo a
man I wont to Paris and found my waj
to nn artist's studio , IIo took mo in as
his servant , to mix his colors and cleat
his brushes and go on his errands. ;
was happy enough to see him paint am
ry at odd times to Imltnto him ; but
vfien ho found out that Moved painting
10 got another lad to servo him and
nndoMno his pupil and treated tno an n
) rothor. Tlioso wcro happy days , in-
Iced , but ho died , and since then I have
lad to got n living for myself and family
and I could not dolt by art. "
Now I understood why Mr. Hlrsch
Vorkcd so hard for his Stopsbn. I undor-
teed , too , that ho had given the boy
nuch more than time and labor : ho had
given his dearest wish , the dream of hla
ifo.
After I had surprised his picture on
, ho easel , Mr. Ilirsch would bomotlmoa
ot mo look over his portfolios. They
voro full of sketches ; some of them mo-
norials of his student days , some nonotit
odd times in his years of teaching , " There
voro also a few finished pictures which
10 had failed to sell. My fnthor , who
vas Bomoitnng 01 a connoisseur , cnmo
ind looked at them , and bought two of
the pictures.
"Really , Mr. Ilirsch , " ho said , "I had
10 idea you were such nn artist or 1
would have given myself the pleasure of
ooking at your work sooner. It is a lesser
or our town that you do not continue
painting. "
A faint color cnmo Into my master's
Kilo face , and his eyes sparkled. It was
eng since ho had had the pleasure of
.alking with ono who really know any-
hlng about p ctures ; and then the snlo
cf his work was n solid proof of appro-
elation ,
"I have sometimes thought , " ho said ,
n n hesitating way , "since my son has
lad the good fortune to do a little for
limsolf lately , that I might venture to
spend some of my lolbtiro in that man-
icr. Your generosity , your kind words , "
10 added , with a low bow to iny father ,
"will make it easier. "
A few weeks later Mr. Ilirsch b ckon-
cd to mo mysteriously from the door of
his little inner room , the same where ho
had repainted the two.neckcd swan. I
laid down my brush and wont In. IIo
was standing before an cusol , on which
a picture was drawing. The subject'was
the sumo us the llttlo sketch I had before
fore scon , an old woman ylth llowors.
"This subject haunts mo , ho said ; "tlio
flowers which brighten dull lives , the
beauty 'which God sends into our
dreusiost streets' , I think , perhaps I
might bo able to paint it. If I could put
into my picture all that I can see in tlio *
face of the old woman who comes to sit
to mo , there should bo something in it
to touch the heart ; but that is very
hard. "
All that autumn and winter Mr.
Ilirsch worked at his picture whenever
ho had auy spare time , and my father
managed to sell a few sketches for him ,
so that ho might allow himself more
leisure for this happy toil. It was won-
Jorful to see how the return to his be
loved art transformed him. Ho hold up
his head and seemed bright and almost
young. I sometimes felt sorry when I
looked at him , and saw how sanguine ho
was growing. In his rapt attention to
his work ho appeared to forgot what ho
once had told mo , that it waa now too
late for him to become an artist.
"I shall send it to the academy , " ho
said ono day when it was almost done.
"That is the bost. Jt may not eolU but
at least , people will see what I can do ; it
will make a beginning. "
rremombored"nU'tntit-1 had heard df
pictures rejected , and wondered if ho
would have any chance , but it seamed
unkind to damp his happy confidence.
When the picture was finished ho
asked my father to look at it.It was
really a beautiful tnlng , full of feeling ;
but , its my father saw much more plainly
than I , defective In many points from
want of ox'pori'onco and long practice.
"How does it strike you ? IIuvo I
made any success ? " asked Mr. Iltrsch
eagerly. "Now the time is novr : , I
tremble ; I think I have been a fool to
hope. "
"Wo should always hope , " said my
father kindly. "In your case I would
hope much. "
At length came the eventful day when
the picture was screwed down in its
wooden caso.hopolossly beyond all roach
of final touches , and dispatched to the
London ngont who was to send it in.
All through April I thought of it con
tinually , Would it bo skied ? Would
it , by any lumpy accident , find a good
place , n pluco where some connoisseur
might see and praise it ? I had heard
that a good deal depended on Bi/.o , and
this picture was small. Surely the
hangers would bo struck by its touch of
poetry , its signs of patient labor , and
place it where It could bo seen to advan
tage. My excitement could * hardly
have been greater if it had boon my
own work. When the academy cata
logue arrived ( I had it sent down on the
day of publication ) , my hand shook so
much that. I could hardly open it. I
turned to the list of names , but that of
my old friend was not among them. I
looked through all the long list of pic
tures frouvboginningtoond , then looked
again. In valnl I could hardly bollevo
such a misfortune possible , and yet it
was too certain. After all ray muster's
euro and pains his picture , his dear pic
ture , into which ho had put so much
love and thought , was not accented.
Several days elapsed before I dared to
visit him ; at lost I screwed up my cour
age and went.
To my astonishment ho met mo smil-
incr. radiant. IIo hold both his thin
"Ml
hands out to mo. "I hoped you would
come , " ho said. "I wanted to tell you
our good news , you who will sympa
thize. "
"What ! " I stammered , wondering H
somebody hud hoaxed him with the bo-
llof that ho was successful , or if , by
happy chance , there was a mlsUilco in
the catalogue. "I thought , I feared "
"Tho news is but just como , " ho said.
"Had you hoard ho was going to try ?
Ho would not toll us , lost I should bo
disappointed If ho did not succeed. " I
looked to inodumo foran explanation.
She sat with an open letter in nor hand ;
her spectacles were wet , uad tours wore
trickling unheeded down her ohceks ;
but her lips were a smile of perfect sat
isfaction.
I was fairly bowlldorod. "Has someone
ono got your picture hung after all ? " ]
asked ,
"MX picture ? " said rny master ab
sently. "Ah , yes , It has been rejected.
I had almost forgotten. That bubble
has burst ; It was a silly dream ; I ought
to have known better 'than to fancy ]
could bo an artist now. , But I cannel
think of disappointment on this golden
day , this day. of joy , when all my toll IB
rewarded. For twenty years I. have
worked and hoped for this. Anatolo ,
our Anatolo. has gained the Prix , do
Homo ! "
"Itlswhuthis dear fathonjiud mosl
at heart , " said madamo. "When llrst
ho saw him in his llttlo cap ho said
'Collo , my friend , our son shall bo t
painter , ho shall study at Homo. ' Ant
it is thou who hast done it , Gottlieb , '
she added , turning to her .husband ; "It
is owing to theo. How can I over thank
thee ? "
"Say no more , " sulu her husband
"Has not his wish boon mine for twenty
years ? Cello , when our Anatolo Is a
great maa ho shall corno to London ; it is
n London that artists are appreciated ,
lo shall have n gallery like Doro , but
ils pictures will bo of another sort. And
wilt stand at the door and show the
> coplo in , and hear when they praleo
ilin ; nnd I shall Bay , 'Thcso pictures
voro painted by my master's son. who Is
also the dear son ol my heart. An , what
lapplncss. ' "
Mudutno softly echoed his words. I
eft the two still smiling , wooplnglaugh-
ng in tholr dingy llttlo-rootn , while the
un sliono in and lighted the doud paint
er's picture , nnd the portrait of Anatolo ,
ind the wrinkledhapp'yfacos of the hus-
mud and wife , gazing with delight on
hoe two precious treasures.
Before the exhibition1 on which wo hud
milt such vuln hopes- was ended , my
athor hud a severe Illness , and during
ils slow recovery it was decided that
10 must live henceforth in n milder ell-
nuto. Among the friends from whom
vo parted , 1 was not least sorry to
eave Mr. Hlrsch and his wife , and I
that our regrets were mutual.
For several years wo resided chiefly on
ho continent , utiddurint'our brief visits
o Englund I had nd opportunity of seo-
ng our old friend in the north , Mr.
Ilrsch , his struggles and his sacrillces
ind long faded into a dim background of
itilf forgotten memories , when I found
n a Florentine hotel u copy of nn Eng-
Ish newspaper , in which was noticed a
lowly opened oxhioition of pictures by a
young French artist , M. Anatolo .
The painter was mentioned with pralso ,
critical and discrimination , such as mon
ire the better for reading , and in ono
short paragraph , coupled with a few
words of line and paimlratlng upprcciu-
lion , was the nuino of my old drawing
mister.
CLKt'JKIt
If Tennyson should write the American
nnthein for the world's fnlr which , shades
of Snakospoaro forbid 1 It will probably run
somewhat like this , suggests the Sacra-
nento Bco :
Oh , the American people !
You who live up In the steeple
Of holy things I
Your evening love I've nuaffcd , I've quaffed.
My soul to theo I waft , 1 waft ,
On wings 1 on wings 1
Oh , people 1 Oh , stcoplol Oh , thou I
Oh , thou and thino ! To thino 1 bowl
I give salaam t
[ genullcct : obeisance tnakol
Thy hearts In mine I fr'eely take
I take with Jam.
U.I 11. HO A Jit 3IK.V.
Soinn Rcgnrd Tor Brakcrncn.
The automatic Drake and the automatic
coupler for freight cars have boon making
rcat progress slnco the master car builders
settle"d upon n typo. Engineering News re
ported W.OOO freight cars equipped with the
nutoinatto couplers on the first of the year ,
nnd that railroads with 72,000 miles of tracks
and 700,000 freight cars have adopted the
policv of applying automatic couplers to nil
now equipments. Even greater progress has
been made with the automatic brakes , 150,000
cars being equipped with them onthafirst
of the year , nnd roads controlling 87,015
mllou of track ind 003,875 cars having deter
mined to put the automatic brakes on all now
cars , The reform thus well started Is sure to
bo grcatly'cxtondod In the .near future , and
should soon bcpln to show Its expected ef
fects In lovcning the number ot accidents to.
frelght'itralns , a-jd particularly. thD doss 'off
' . * > f r
life1 snffcrcd'by brakorocq >
Plokert Up by a otivr"alclier. .
- A young colt had1 a strange rldo on the
cow-catcher of a Big iToiirrailroad tralnncar ,
the Ohio and Indiana Hilo recently , says the
Cincinnati Enquirer. A'valuablo ' mare and
colt belonging to Abinli Hayes , the stock
raiser , escaped from thobarnyard | Just as a
long freight train came thundering by. The
colt , which was but fonr jwceks old , ran from
Its mother and on to the track , In front of the
rushing engine. The Intelligent mnro neighed
nlteouslv. and galloped after Its offspring.
The colt was picked up'bythd ' cow-catcnor
of the engine and carried'along ' tbo track un
harmed. The mare leaned fences and dashed
by the side of the moving train'in her frau-
tlo efforts to reach the colt , all the time neigh
ing and manifesting tholmost intense grief.
It was full two miles , before the train was
stopped , when the colt rbllcd from the cow
catcher nnd ran to Us mother , without the
slightest mark of injury after its perilous
rldo. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ventriloquist on n. Train.
'All out for Fifty-mnth street ! " rantr out
in an elevated train the other evening , says
the Now York Epoch. The people who were
on their wnv home after a day of toll , started
up and made for the door but discovered to
their surprise that not the Fifty-ninth street
station but only the Twenty-third street one
had been reached.
" What does this meant" a chorus of voices
ns'icd the brakcman , and the owners of the
voices glared at tfio uniformed employe.
"Don't know. I never called out Fifty- ,
ninth street.1
The perplexed passengers returned to their
scats and were soon * hidden behind their
newspapers. When the train pulled up at
the next station at Twenty-eighth street , the
' 'All out for
announcement rang out again ,
Fifty-ninth street. "
The conductor becaraa enraged and looked
about eagerly to discover the miscreant , but
the people In the car , understanding then
that a ventriloquist was among thorn , burst
out laughing. They dropped tholr papers
and scanned faces to 11 nd out who it was that
by throwing his loud volco to the platform of
the car , had succeeded in playing the Joko.
At each station the vcntrlloqucat called out
the same thing up to Fifty-ninth street where
I got off and all that lime ho remained undis
covered.
After the rterviu * .
She was a llttlo dream of a girl a
symphony in brown eyes and block curls
and she knelt with her mother in a
front pew , right baforo the altar in the
south transept Thejholy insonse per
fumed prayer floated around and about
her. She was so near the altar that she
could see the pattern of the lace on the
acolytes' surplice and wonder how much
it cost. In line she was a charming llt
tlo girl , and no ono in the whole church
were a prettier frock or carried a lovlior
prayer book. She read her prayer book
like a nun , she bowed her head at the
elevation and she listened .attentively
when the priest in the plain gown and
surplice preached the borruon. There
was not a little girl in the who6 ! church
were a prattler frock than she , nnd her
mother , like herself , were the gurrnonts
of luxury and wealth.
Tlio service wafe ovor. The priest had
given his benediction. - -
And then the two mother nnd
daughter sallied forth together as they
had done Sunday nftor Sunday , ever
since the llttlo ono hud received her
first communlo'n.
As they passed in the wuko of the
crowd through the body of the church' ,
where only the pooi people were , the
little ono noticed a hnndsomo woman
with her face buried < im her hands , but
dressed in silk and wearing jewels , Buys
the Sun Fruncisco Examiner.
"Mother , dear , " said she , "who is
that lady ? She Is' ury , very protty.
She must bo a real luay , but she kneels
down here with all tho.'common peoplo.
"Don't look oat her , child , " said the
mother , "aho Is bad. "
AtchlsonGlobot A matt no sooner finishes
his prayer to bo delivered from temptations
than ho nuuts up temptations to bo delivered
from.
IN FAIR WOMAN'S ' WORLD ,
low Suffrage Was Obtained in Wyoming for
tbo Weaker BJX.
DESIROUS OF BEING HEROINES ,
Two Girl * Umlcrtnko to AV.rvok n
Irnln for the Itlnncy nml Glory
That Wns In It Inqulsl-
tlvn Fciifxlcs.
William H. Bright , who secured the passage -
sago of the law conferring universal suitor
ago In Wyoming , recently received a govern
ment appointment at the national capital.
Ho Is now n whtto haired man of sixty. Fern
n long time ho lived In Colorado , was a resi
dent of Lcadvlllc and worked for n whllo at
the { Colorado flsti hatchery. Neither time
nor fortune has dolt kindly by Bright , and
10 was actually In need of employment when
10 received his now appointment.
When Wyoming was organized as a torrl-
: ory , Bright lived at South Pass , where ho
Kept a saloon. There was a meeting called
to select members of the legislature from
ihcro. A cheeky sort of n lawyer named
Itockwcll. without any practice to speak of ,
wanted to bo a representative , and at the
mass meeting extolled himself. Bright , who
was present , made a humorous speech , ridi
culing the nerve of the lawyer who pretended
that ho would bo making a great sacrltlco n
serving ns a legislator. Among other things
ho said , according to a Choycnno paper :
"I've considerable bar practice myself , but
It's mostly behind the bar. But
fortnnatoly" trauo will not suffer very
much during a temporary absence aha what
it suffers I'm perfectly willing to stand. I
think I could represent you follows In good
shape In the territorial council and If you
want mo to go you've only got to say the
wont and I'll ' pack my grip for Cheyenne
when the time comes. "
This speech caught the crowd. Rockwell
finally confessed tnnt ho wanted to go to the
legislature. Ho was elected to the housound
Bright to the council , of which ho wns made
president.
Brlght's wife was a great deal better edu
cated than tie was and when ho wanted any
writing or figuring done ho ulwavs went to
her to do it. He was n great admirer of his
Wife , and as ho suid In his speech In advocat
ing the bill ! "Why shouldn't 1 be In favor
of giving rav wife tno ballot I She is better
morally than I am , she Is bolter educated and
better qualified to Judge of things now why
should I say that she's not entitled to the
same- rights that I nml" This is what Inllu-
enced Bright. Ho studied the situation over
very carefully and found Just how every ono
stood on the sutlrago question. Nearly every
body was openly opposed to It. But Bright
was a good deal of a schemer and wire
puller. IJo made friends from the
start. In the appointment of the commit
tees ho brought some under his In-
lluenro. To some ho preached that the passage -
ago of tho. bill would bo a bier advertise
ment , ana In the eyes of the world would at
once distinctly individualize Wyoming In the
dead lovcl of wild western states. To those
so Inclined ho gave the affair a humorous
ttngo and spoke of the hugeness of the Joke
involved. To a very few , perhaps , ho spoke
of the Justness of the causa. Many of them
ho won over by Rotting from thorn n private
promise to glvo his bill n complimentary vote
ns a. favor to blra , whenever necessary sup
porting pot measures of other members as a
coiiBidurution on receiving the promise , somo-
tlrncs on tho" ground that the darn thing
couldn't pass , anyhow , but ho didn't like to'
sea his only bill dona up so badly. Bright
worked his cards very shrewdly , and to the
intense surprise of everybody carried bis
bill through both houses without a dissenting
vote.
It is said that during all the time the
Brights lived In Wyoming. Mrs. Bright
never exorcised the right of suffrage con
ferred on her through her husband's pluck.
Six Mon Had toVnlt. .
A woman wearing a mackintosh and carry
ing nn umbrella stood at the ticket window
at the Barclay street ferry ' .ho other day says
the New York Times. Six men were stand
ing behind her In lino. A boat was duo to
leave in about two minutes.
"Do boats leave hero for Hobokonl" she
asked , and the man insldo answered "Yes. "
"How long will It \ > ? before .the next ono
leaves 1" s
"About a minute , " was the reply.
"Does the boat go straight to HobokenI"
asked the woman.
"Yes , " said the ticket soller.
"How long could I wait in Hoboken before
there was another boat back ! " asked the
woman , whllo the men behind her grow ner
vous rapidly.
"As long as you please , " said the patient
ticket seller ; "thoy are going and coming all
the timo. "
"Could I get from Hoboken to Jersey City
without coming back hero ! "
"Yos , streetcars run regularly , " wns the
answer.
"Would It bo quicker to go by a car or
como back and take a ferry to Jersey City ! "
she asod.
"I don't know,1' was the answer. Then the
ticket seller asked Impatiently , "How
many ? "
"How many whntl" said the woman.
"Tickets. How many tickets do you want ! "
Tbo boll was ringing for the boat to move ,
and the men In line were swearing.
"I don't want any tickets , " she said. "My
sister lives In HoboKcn , and if I thought I
had time to go and sco her and call on my
brother's folks In Jersey City I was going
over tomorrow. "
Just I.lkn n Alan.
What a bonnet It was. The very band box
that it came in seemed to appreciate the value
ami maenltlconco It contained such a sub
stantial , well-varnished , responsible band
box. Up the step ? the messenger carried It
and rang the bell . Her huaband felt a chill
such as that wo oxperlonco when , according
to the old gossips , somebody walks ever our
future grave.
Mrs. Frontpow trloj It on In the parlor and
said her husband was a duck , and gathered
the family around her that they might bask
In the sunlight ot Its glory. Atd what a
bonnet of plory It was 1 What a creation * of
creams and other soft colors 1 What a master
work ot feathers and birds and IIo worst To
have ono such bonnet was worth living a llfo-
time for.
Never was there a husband so good and
kind and with such las to.
The door-bell rang again , records the San
Francisco Examiner. Another messenger
boy came up.
"This Is Mrs. Frontpow's bonnet , " said the
messenger. "Tho other ono was loft by mis
take. It should have gone to MM. Slylynuxt
door. "
With n blanched face she gave back the
bonnet nnd looked at her own. Bird for
bird , feather for feather , ( lower for flower
It was tbo same as the othor.
That Is why Mrs. Frontpiw was not in
church on Sunday and why Frontpiw has
boon taking supper down town nnd looks like
a man upon whom gtoat woo Is fallen.
How could hotalll The milliner merely
showed him a pretty hoad-dross and ho or
dered ono ma'da up like It.
'But that's like a man.
Wanted to lie Heroines.
Laura and Flora Woolloy nro twin sisters
who piled ties oq a railroad track near Farm-
ingdalo , K. J , , last wcek.and then flagged the
train hoping to got a largo reward , , Their
ruse was discovered. Laura has boon great
ly agitated ever slnco the matter bccamo
public and went to her bedroom and prepared
to end her llfo. She tied ono end ot a utout
rope to a hook In the wall , and with the
Other end she made a noosn. Then she
mounted a chair , placed the iiooso around lior
nock , nnd prepared to swing herself oft Into
eternity , She sprain ; from the chair and
was strangling when her sister Flora rushed
In at the door nnd rescued her. The girl Is
apparently none the worse forhoroxporlmnnt ,
and her friends and relatives will try to per-
sitndo her that there Is no reason why she
should not continue to live.
As the 4:30 : o'clock p. in. express train
from Now York to Lnkowood on the Now
Jersey Southern rnllroid ueared a deep cut
at Hcndrlckson's Switch , live miles from
Lnkowood , n young girl r.ui down the track
frantically waving n rod flag. Engineer
William Nnrison put on the brakes and the
train stopped but n few foot from a heap of
tics that had been piled across the track.
"I s.iw two mon put them there and run
hit o the woods , " the girl said , apparently In
great excitement , "and ran down to stop
you. "
Grateful passengers took up n collection
that was reported nt the tune to amount to
$10 , ' ) , and the mnldon found herself a hcrolno.
Gcoivo Fll/gonild , the section boss , could
not quite see how such a scheme could bo
planned In that vicinity. Tramps were not
numi-rous , nnd the few famlllos living In the
vicinity were well known and nbovo suspi
cion , A llttlo investigation convinced him
that the ties wcro not placed there to wreck
the train , Thcso suspicions wore confirmed
by n follow-omployo.Lovl Brudgoa cousin of
the "hcrolno of a day. " who obtained from
her n confession that she and her sister hud
planned nnd cnrrlnd out the scheme to enrich
n slender purse , nr.d Incidentally to win a llt
tlo fleeting renown.
The Misses Woolloy were In a snd predica
ment at the discovery ol tholr plot. They hud
heard their father read In the newspapers ,
thev said , of n girl who had saved a train for
glory , nnd the idea suggested Itself to them
t hat the same thing might bo done for money.
They had carried the ties to the track and
sent their younger brother , "Budd , " to the
house for n signal flag. The story about the
men mnklng for the woods was persisted m
until Mr. Burdgo wrung n confession from
them. Mr. Woolloy , the father , was disposed
to take a humorous vlow of the situation. Ho
thought the girls had boon vorv foolish. Ho
had never known them to bo "so bad" before
fore , but guessed the whole matter would
soon blow over. Sectlonmaster Brudgo was
Jubilant over his clover bit of detective work ,
us was his colleague , Fitzgerald. The mat
ter has been laid before Supervisor Michael
Murphy of Long Branch , for his action ,
Hloli nnd Goiumuii.
The poor as well as the rich enjoy the fruits
of the wealth hcapad up by Augustus Hem-
onway and loft to his widow nnd children.
Mrs. Homcnway Is supposnd to bo the rich
est woman in Now England. Her husband
went to-Boston n poor lad , began ns a boy In
the East India house of that noted merchant
of old , Benjamin Bai'gs , soon became confi
dential cleric nnd then n proprietor himself.
At his death ho loft S-J..UOO.OOO. the largest
estate ever administered upon in that city.
Mrs. Hcmcnwnv oifcuplos ono of these solid
old houses on Mt. Vcrnon street , n low stops
back from the common , In that section of the
city which retains its ancient fashionable dis
tinction.
* The Cluno uf Ml'c.
Kcw Tori : Herald ,
All mon nro hunters. Statesmen hunt for
fame :
The doctor hunts for fortune and a name :
The merchant hunts for stores of gathered
gold ;
For glory's garland hunts the warrior bold ;
The lawyer hunts for clients and for fees ;
But thoro's a hunt that's keener yet tuau
these
'Tis when thci lover tries his utmost art
To hunt nnd capture some fair rnaldcu's
ncart.
* ' 'Marrtact-tirltaii : * * >
Miss Nora Jolly was bolstered up In bed
In Phllllp.iburg , Pa , last week , and mnrriod
to Dr. J. H. Piper of Wheeling. The brldo
became 111 about two wcelw ago with grip ,
which developed Into typhoid fover. Tbo
wedding had been arranged to take place and
many guests had boon Invited. Mist Jolly
refused to have the marrlago postponed.
Ho Dora an Hnnorod Name.
CMcaun Tillune. -
Mnglstrato ( to vagrant ) Why do you oh-
Ject , sir , to giving your name }
Vagrant ( dilapidated but proud ) Because ,
your honor , I could not , boar the suspicion
that I sail under an alliance.
( Sharply ) Then glvo your real name ,
sir.
( Dejectedly ) -That's It , Judge. Nobody
would believe It. My name Is John Smith.
A Good Deal of n Dilemma.
Texas Siflliw.
"Why is it that you treat mo with such
disdain I" asked n young society beau of a
married lady.
"As lone ns you nro not on good terms
with mv husband , I cannot possibly treat
you kindly. "
"This is n horrible dilcitma , " responded
the gilded youth. "If you show mo any at
tention your husband refuses to speak to mo ,
and unless he is friendly you give mo the
cold shoulder. I never was In such a fix. "
Fixings Maku tlio Dng ,
Four or flvo of us were waiting on a
hotel vorundu in a Georgia town for the
'bus to drive up and take us to the depot ,
when a colored man came along drag
ging after him about one of the meanest
looking dogs you ever sawsaya tlio Now
York Sun. .
"What are you going to do with him1
nskod ono of the group.
"Kill him. BuhP'
" ? "
"I3ut why
"No good , suh. "
' 'Then soil him. "
"Can't do it. "
"Thon give him away. "
"Nobody would dun tuko him. "
"I'll take him. Bring him right up
horo. "
"You is foolln' , suh. "
"No , I uin'tA Iloro , glvo him to mo ,
and hero's a quarter for jou. "
IIo tied the dog to a chair and ran
ever to n hardware store and bought a
collar. Then ho wont to a dry goods
store and got half n yard of red Bilk and
a yard of blue ribbon , and In ton min
utes the dog was blanketed up and bowed
up until ho did look fancy , lie was
taken to the depot in the 'bus , nnd wo
hud scarcely arrived when a white man ,
who sat on a , box whistling , came for
ward and said :
"What yo got thar , stranger ? "
"Chinese fox hound , " replied our
rlond.
"Shoo ! Never saw ono boforo. "
"This is the only ono in this country , "
"Costa heap.1'
"Given to mo by the Chinese consul ut
Washington , but I wlihed ho had him
back. He's so wild nflor game that ho
bothers the life out of mo. "
"Is ho all right for this cllmuto ? "
"O , yes. "
"Good-natured ? "
"A perfect baby. "
"How much'll buy nlm ? "
"Well um. I never sot any value on
him. IIo's a present , and 1 suppose I
ought to keep him , but us he IB a fox dog
and this is a fox country , some good man
around hero pught to have him. "
"Will you take $20 ? "
"Uml MakoiteU-5. "
"Can't do It. Just got two tons hoer
for the dog as ho stand H. "
"Well , I suppose yoo'll ' use him well ,
and it will bo better for the dog. "
Wo rolled away on the train us the
purchaser headed for homo with his dog.
None of us could say a word for a long ,
long timo. It wns tno eollor who finally
spoke first , and ho sold :
"Gontloraon , think It 'over , and bo
ready to name your arlnk when wo roach
Atlanta. "
IN TI1E REALM OF SPORT ;
Gossip About tbo Ball Flayer and ) |
the
ALONG THE QUARTER STRETCH ,
Movements | n Fistic Clrolog ThO
Wrestler * , Hmvcrs niul Hhojtcrs
And Miscellaneous Clint
from All Qunrtsr.s.
Hey leads oft In ths batting for SU T.ouK
Goodoll \Vcckbeckor hnvo signed with
Buffalo.
There will bo n concert nt the park ou open *
Ing ilny
Tim ICcofo Is tu line nt lust , lie Is n glnnl
oncoinoro. .
Joke Bocltloy niul Ills brldo hnvo arrived ak
Jnclcsouvlllo.
Clarence \Vhlstlor undo the first homo-rim
of the so.isou in Now York.
Fred Dunlap nnd Paul lllnos will address
Joe Vlsnur us "cap" this year.
"Hrmlilor Ulll" ( lloason will umpire the )
Clnclniuitl-St. LouU opening game nt St.
Louis.
It Is no longer "tho boy twlrlor" with Uusle ,
Ho Is now eallou "Burly Amos , the Hooslef
llurlor. "
Denny Lvons iniulo thrco homo rum la
Sumliiy's cnmo nt St. Louis. Dor Drowns
bent nn nmnlcur club 14 to ! ) .
\V. I. Ilnrrls 1ms been Installed us bnsoball
editor of the Mull mid Express Deacon
Shciilmrd's Now York dally.
Hilly Sunday scorns lost to Cincinnati.
Orator OMtourko Is now the slugger upon
whom their hopes are centered.
IfC.illlopo Miller gees to Cincinnati Goorga
Smith will likely drift to Plttsburg. Mlllorf
would bo plnd tj play with the Kods.
Allen W. Thurnmn's son helped "do np'f
the Boston association team , Iln got d ,
liomo run for the university of Virginia ,
"Captain Cudworth of Now Haven" Is the
proper caper. "Cud" Is n king In Now Eng
land , but ho didn't last long In St. Louis.
' Honest John" IColly has declined to unit
piro In the association and "llrudder UllU' '
Ulcason 1ms boon oloutod to (111 ( his shoos ,
"iMattlo" Kcognn wants n chiinco to shotf
Pat Powers that ns a Hison ho will put on
horns that the Internationals cannot touch.
Blessed are the peacemakers I It is well
they arc , for they uovur would bo by the war *
ring baseball magnates. Frank L. Hough ,
Tom McLnughlin , who utnycd short stop
for Loulsvillo in 'SI , was married nt the >
Kails City yesterday to Miss Lxilu Stclten *
knmp.
Kill Madden , pitched Just flvo games fo
Boston's brothrou last year. They are going
to give him to Columtnis wrapped ui > In blno
ribbon.
Dowd may cover second for the Cincinnati
association team , Insto.ul of Yank Koblnson.
Ho Is n good ono and n far bolter hitter than
"Yank. "
Tom Kinslow. who , with Doatln , gave Gus ,
Schmoli : and Cincinnati the ra/zlo dazzla
when they wonrwlth Allentown , is in line at
Brooklyn.
Laura Blggar , "Iza , " In ono of the Clem-
cnccau Case companies , Is a "fan , " and HU
Is trying to glvo base ball n.boorn In Now Or *
loans by offering models.
Cincinnati fans will hnvo ono Innovatlont
that Is a good ono. Out at the league pailf
ncores of every porno played In the leagua
will bo bulletined when the Kodn are al
homo.
They don't think"of Mr. RoUty qulto so1
hlRhly In Columbus , but Plttsburg has gonqi
daft , on the young man , Ho gets mnpld sugafr
and bonoy by mall every day Cleveland
Leader.
The baseball magnates will got back all thd
money they lost last season , If tlio attend *
nnco nt Now Havoa and the polo ground *
Friday and Saturday Is a criterion. IS'OXT
York Kccordor.
ttymnaslums liavo ruined man ) * a good ball
player , and the prtfossors of those uistltu *
tionB arc inoro likely to niiuto the men dd
wqrk that is Injurious ruthor than beneficial.
Tim Mumnno.
Eighteen inches of snow fell at iJcnvef
Tuesday a week ago mid Undo Alison's colt *
were burriod in the beautiful , The next
time the old man gees to Colorado to trula
he'll ' cheese Florida.
Thuso fast-day crowds had n eood. healthy ,
well-fed look. When lit.fiOO will turn out ti
two games of ball when a llttlo contest at
parchosi by the llrcsldo would bring morty
phvsical comfort , it Is easy to sco that base
ball is o. k.
Pitcher Luby has not yet reported fo
duty. Ho lingers still In the fields of South
Carolina. Secretary Hart will today docldo
whether to send a bloodhound on the ccccu *
trio playor's trail or throw out a grappling
hook. Chicago Herald.
Just as the league had tbo association curl *
between Us hands and was about to kiss tud
sauoy creature plump on her ruby lips soma
naughty reporter yelled "lints I" That sot * ,
tied It. Miss Association told Mr. League to >
"Go away , you horrid creature. " O , P '
Caylor.
The interchange of exhibition games bo *
twoon association and league clubs is a mistake - )
take and a bad ono. How much better li
would hnvo boon today If the Boston aasoolaf'
tlon and Boston league clubs had mot I But
no the association sccedod. after a llftccni
minute session I Good business mon do not
move sohas > tlly.--Mulford.
"Wo are willing , " says Mr. Von dor Aha ,
"to respect the rights of the National longnol
The reserve rule is n good tiling , and If "th
league is willing for a compromise on that
point I would not oppose it , and they can
negotiate with President Kramer , of the n $
soclntlon. " [ St. Louis Globo-Oomocritt.
Can anyone sco n pointer In thuU Time ? *
Star.
"By next season nil the ball players in the
country will bo scrambling to got into the as *
Boclation. " [ St. Louis Sayings , Why no *
add April 1 to that assertion I Tlio pUyers'la
cities like Chicago , Boston , Hroohwn/nn < J
Now York will bo tramping on ench' tUor'a
corns to got to play In towns like Columbus ;
Louisville and Washington. Of course they
will I
President Young has assigned the umpire *
for the Initial championship gmnoi In the Naif
tlonal league and Western association as fol
lows : For the Western association , April 18 ,
with T. H. Uattnoy , at Kansas City , Mo. t
Alonzo Knight , at Omaha ; Charles Collins !
nt Denver. Colo. ; Andre Emslic , ut Lincoln ,
Neb. April 22 will witness the opening frame j.
of the National league , and In the Now YorW
Boston frame at the Polo grounds Thomas J.
Lynch will bo thoro. At Philadelphia tlio
snmo day Harry Wright's team will he pllteo }
ngnlnst John ward's bridegrooms , nnd that
nrhitrator will bo Timothy Hurst , a new np
plicant for popular approval as an umpire 1
the league. Powers nnd McQuatlo will um'
piro the games at Cincinnati nnd Pitts bur
tlio Qunrtor Ktrntoli. \
Sam Morse has changed hands once mora.
Mundvlllo is to have a now Iclto-sbapod
track. ,
Budd Doblo (2:13 ( : ) will bo campaigned
this season.
Faithful has the call as the darby winner
nt Memphis.
Jockey Dopirott wlllrldc for McLcwos &
Co , this year.
\\nyinnrt f2:27J : < 0 , valued nt I10.00J , died
at Hockvillo , Ind.
Jockey Bergen has been suspended once
moro by Starter Caldwcll.
AVuber hai Joined forces with Ku
and will rldo for him this joar.
, Beatitude , the brood marc , has bocn trau
furred to V. B , Hnggln'a stud. 1
Colonel H. J . Pepper's oftlco nt Fulrflelo\
was destroyed ny ilru. Hl trotting stably
hud a narrow cscupo.
Haclng will begin at Elizabeth April 11 ,
nnd the pool sheds -will bo nailed up , Dlaukt
boards will bo turned to the wall , but th < L
"booklus" will use pads and pencils and thus
make boU ,
John Goldsmith's eastern campaign h