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CHAPTER VI.—(Continued.)
"A little, I confess. A strange ac
knowledgment, you will say for a man
who ha3 spent his seasons regularly
In London for a number of years; but
bo It Is. Circumstances alter cases,
you know, and I have a fancy to see
Miss Mabel and Miss Sylverton, and—•
and you in ball costume.”
"You cannot imagine anyone half so
charming as I look in mine," said Miss
Trevanion, with gay .audacity; "in fact
the other two you mentioned are ‘no
where,’ when I appear. And, if you
don’t believe this statement, you may
judge for yourself the night after next.
So that is why you are thinking a lit
tle about It—eh?”
"I would think a great deal about
it if 1 dared. For instance, I would
never cease dreaming of it from the
moment until then, if you would only
promise me the first waltz.”
“But, at that rate, consider how stu
pidly insipid you would be for the next
two days. I would not have it on my
conscience to be the means of reducing
► you to such a state of Imbecility. And,
beside, you don't deserve anything at
my hands, as you have not told me tho
’something else’ you spoke of when
we first met at the cottage.”
“Perhaps if I told you you would be
nn$ry,’’ he said.
“What should there bo in your
thoughts to cause me anger?” she
answered—and just a degree of the
light buoyancy that had been animat
ing her voice ever since they began
their walk faded out of It, and did not <
return.
“Well, then, as I stood at the cottage
door before entering I heard Mrs,
Dempsey tell you of a report she had
heard—a report that gave you in mar
riage to Lord Lyndon. I was thinking
of that when you first spoke to me, and
wondering—” He stopped abruptly,
and, turning looked at her with eyes
full of wild entreaty. "Tell me” he
said, almost fiercely, "is It true?”
They were inside tho gates of King’s
Abbott by this time and were rapidly
nearing the house. Already the grand,
beautiful old mansion appeared at in
tervals, gray and stately, through the
intersecting branches of the lime trees
beneath which they walked. Miss Tre
vanion's face had subsided from its
expression of gay insouciance into its
usual settled look of haughty impene
trability and, gazing at her, Denzil
felt his heart grow cold and dead with
in his breast, as hope fled and dull
despair crept into fill its vacant place.
“By what right do you dare to ques
tion me on such a subject?” she asked,
her voice low but quick with anger.
And he answered, with sad truthful
ness—"By none. I have no right.”
r After which they continued their
walk in utter silence until the hall
door was reached, w'hen, drawing back
to allow her free entrance, he said,
with a faint trembling in his tones:
“And about that waltz, Miss Tre
vanion—may I have it?”
"No,” she answered with cold dis
tinctness—"I have almost promised it
to another,” and went past him into
the house without further look or
word.
CHAPTER VII.
The ball was over ami Mabel had
gone to her sister's room to discuss the
events of the evening.
"It was a delicious evening, wasn't
It?” began Mabel, enthusiastically set
tling herself comfortably opposite her
bister’s fire.
“Very like all balls, I think,” Miss
Trevanion answered—“a mixture of
bad dancing, unhealthy eating, and
time-worn compliments—a little sweet
ness and no end of biitterness.’’
“Then you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
said Mabel, with disappointment in
her tone.
“Oh, yes, I did, immensely. Can
anything bo pleasanter, more lieart
Btirrlng, than to hear your own prais
es sounded until long after midnight,
all in the same drowsy tone?”
“Of course, you refer to Lord Lyn
don. Then why did you dance so
much with him?”
“To see how much of him I could en
dure—to see how much wretched danc
ing and idiotic nonsense I could put up
with during one evening, I suppose.
Besides”—with a mocking laugh—
“have you forgotten, iny dear Mabel,
what an excellent thing if would be if
Lord Lyndon should be graciously
pleased to bestow upon me his hand
and—ah!—fortune? Just fancy what
a blessing it would be to the family—
a real live lord as son-in-law, brother
in-law and husband!
“Nonsense, Mildred; don’t talk like j
that. I hate to hear such speeches, A
title is all very well, but it doesn’t
make up for everything; and you
would be the last girl in the world to
sell yourself to any man.”
"The very last perhaps; but who can
say what may happen?” Mias Tre
vanion said, dreamily.
"Of courso you would be,” Mabel
acquiesced, cheerily. “And now, talk
ing of dancing, it is most unfair of
you to stigmatize all the dancing to
night as bad. Why, Denzil Younge is
an excellent dancer.”
“I didn't dance with him," Mildred
said, coldly; and then, after a Blight
pause, “He is not in love with you
then, after all, Mabel?”
“In love with me!” echoed Mabel.
“Well, that’s the calmest thing I have
ever heard! Surely, my dear Mildred,
you would not require any poor man
[ to be in love with two sister® at once!”
“I don't understand you,” said Mil
dred.
“Don’t you? I should have thought
[ bis Infatuation for another member of
tills household was pretty apparent by
' this time."
“I nope he is r.ot in love w’th me.
if that it, what you mean,” Mildred ex
I claimed, with some show of Irritation.
' Why?” demanded Mabel.
“Because, should he ask me to marry
him—which is a most unlikely thing to
occur,” said Mildred iu a low voice—
“I should refuse."
“Well, I think you might do a great
deal worse than marry him,” “the
queen” declared, emphatically. “And
how you could compare him for one
moment with that insipid earl I can
not imagine—a creature who dreams
of nothing, I do believe, from morning
to night beyond his horses an!? the cor
rect treatment of liis pug. Now Den
zil, on the contrary, though quite as
much up in horseflesh as my lord is,
has the good breeding to suppress bis
: knowledge—in the drawing-room at all
events.”
"There, there—if it has come to
'breeding,' we won’t follow up the
| subject,” interrupted Miss Trevanlon,
impatiently. “I don’t find It guffictent
| ly interesting to care to watch for
daylight over it. Are you going to sit
up until dawn, Mabel? Because I am
not; and so I should advise you to
get to bed at once, unless you wish to
look liko a ghost in the morning.
By the bye, that good-lookiug new ad
mirer of yours, Mr. Hoy Blount, said
something to mamma about calling to
morrow, did he not?"
“Yes-—I don’t know. It is cruel of
me to keep you up like this,” stam
mered Mabel, with a faint blush, start
ing to her feet as she spoke; “you are
looking quite pale and wan. I am
afraid, after all, Milly, you found the
ball a bore; and here have I been
teasing you about it. Good-night.”
“Good-night, my darling,” returned
Miss Trevanlon. suddenly, kissing uer
with rapid, unexpected warmth.
After this they separated for the
night and got to bed, and dreamed
their several dreams of joy or sorrow,
as the case might be.
• •••••
Sir George and his wife, in their
room, at about the same time as the
foregoing conversation had been held,
were having a few words together on
the same subject.
“Well, Carry.” said Sir George, “you
were wrong, I think, my love; 1 don't
believe Denzil Younge is as much
taken with Mabel as you gave me to
understand, eh?”
• ino, but he is dreadfully in love with
Mildred,” his wife said.
“Well, nothing could be better.”
“Nothing could be worse, you mean.”
“Why?”
“Because she will refuse him.”
“In the name of patience, for what?”
demanded Sir George, explosively. “Is
it because he is rich, handsome, and
prosperous?”
“No; but simply because his father
has sold cotton.”
“Fiddle-de-dee!” exclaimed Sir
George, with great exasperation, and
he strode up and down the room twice
with rapid, hasty footsteps. "Look
here. Carry,” he then said, “something
must be done. My affairs altogether
are in a very critical state; Bolton told
me so in as many words the other day.
lie said that I could not weather the
storm much longer—that 1 had not, in
fact, a leg to stand on (these were his
own words, I assure you)—that money
must be got somehow, and so on. And
where the deuce am I to get ready
money, do you suppose? Every method
of procuring it that 1 know of has been
used up long ago. I see nothing but
absolute ruin staring me in the face.
And here is this willful girl actually
throwing away fifty thousand pounds
a year—every penny of it!”
By this time Sir George was greatly
excited, and was pacing up the carpet
and down again. Lady Caroline had
subsided into silent weeping.
“Well, well, there is no use in an
ticipating evils,” continued her hus
band, presently; “perhaps—who
knows?—affairs may brighten.”
“If she would even encourage Lord
Lyndon,” said Lady Caroline.
“Ay, Just so,” returned Sir Georg'':
“but how she could throw over Younge
for such a heavy substitute as Lyndon
passes my comprehension. Besides,
Lyndon's rent-roll is barely twenty
thousand a year—not even half the
other’s.”
“Still, I think that would do very
; nicely,” put in Lady Caroline, meekly,
j “If she could only be induced to look
kindly on any one, I should be satis
! fled.”
“So should I, so long as the 'some
one’ had Penzil's money,” observed Sir
George, and went back to his dressing
room.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Younges' visit was drawing to
I a close. Nearly a month had elapsed
since their arrival, and Mrs. Younge
| began to speak seriously of the day
that should see them depart. This she
mentioned with regret—a regret audi
bly shared in by most of the young
j Trevanions, with whom the elder pair
and Denzil were immense favoritea.
; Sir George, too, seemed sorry at the
| prospect of so soon losing his old
schoolfellow, while Lady Caroline,
glancing at the son-in-law whom she
would go gladly have welcomed, sighed
a disappointed s'gt> with all sincerity.
"We must give a ball, or something,
before their departure," whispered Sir
George to his wife; and, after mueh
arguing, the “something,” in the shape
of tableaux vivants, with a dance after
ward, won the day.
When at length the night arrived,
King’s Abbott was in a state of con
fusion impossible and hopeless to de
scribe, the most remarkable feature in
the whole case being that nobody
seemed in a proper frame of mind, the
spirits of all being either too high or
too low to suit the part allotted them,
so that a sensation of mingled terror
and delight prevailed through every
dressing room in the house.
There had been numerous meetings
and rehearsals, for the most part pleas
urable. although here and there dis
putes had arisen about trifles light as
air. and everything had been arranged
on the most approved principles.
The guests were assembled In the
drawing-room, facing the folding
doors, behind which, in a small back
apartment, the stage had been erected.
Already were the younger members of
the audience showing evident signs of
impatience, when the doors were
thrown open, the curtain rose, and in
tlie center of the stage Mildred Tre
vanion as Marguerite stood revealed.
Denzil—who begged hard to be al
lowed to withdraw from the entire
thing, but whose petition had been
scoffed at by Mabel and Miss Sylverton
—as Faust, and Lord Lyndon as Me
phistophelcs, enlivened the back*
ground. Mildred herself, with her long
fair hair, plaited and falling far below
her waist, with the inevitable flower
in ha? hand with which she vainlj'
seeks tft learn her fate, and with a soft
innocent smile of expectation on her
lips, formed a picture at once tender
and perfect in every detail. At least
bo thought the spectators, who, as the
curtain fell, concealing her from theii
view, applauded long and heartily.
After this followed Miss Sylverton
and Charlie in the "Black Brunswick
er,” and Mabel and Roy Blount as
Lancelot and Elaine, which also were
mueh admired and applauded.
Then came "The United Kingdom,”
when Frances Sylverton, as "Ire
land,” undoubtedly carried off the
crown of victory. Perhaps altogether
Miss Sylverton might have been termed
the great success of the evening.
The tableau terminated with a scene
from the court of Louis XIV, the dress
es for which, as for most of the others,
were sent from London.
After the tableaux followed a ball,
to effect a change of raiment for which
soon caused the rapid emptying of the
impromptu theater.
Denzil, who scarcely felt in humor
for balls or any other sort of amuse
ment just then, passed through the
library door which opened off the late
scene of merriment, and sunk wearily
into an arm-chair.
Ho was feeling sadly dispirited and
out of place amidst all the gayety sur
rounding him; a sense of miserable
depression was weighing him down.
His one thought was Mildred; his one
deep abiding pain, the fear of hearing
her engagement to Lyndon openly ac
knowledged.
For the past week this pain had been
growing almost past endurance, as I19
witnessed the apparently satisfied man
ner in which she accepted his lord
ship’s marked attentions. He hated
himself for this fatuity—this mean
ness, as it appeared to him—that com
pelled him to love and long for a wom
an who showed him plainly every Iiout
of tlie day how little she valued either
him or his devotion. Still he could
not conquer it.
As these thoughts rose once more
unbidden to his mind and took posses
sion of him. he roused himself deter
minedly, and getting up from liis chair
threw out his arms with a quick im
pulse from him, as though resolved
upon tlie moment to be free.
(To be continued.)
FUTURE SEAS SPEED.
mil. lene/ of Steam Tower Affor.le.l hj
tlie Tilt-bine System.
Prof. Thurston, the greatest living
authority on the steam engine, has re
cently given It forth ns his opinion
that the steam turbine of the Parsons
or De Ltval type combines within it
self the greatest simplicity ami the
highest thermal efficiency of any form
of steam power. Such a statement as
this from an authority of the weight
of Prof. Thurston must be somewhat
disconcerting to Mr. Thorncycroft and
others, who have staked their reputa
tion on the inherent superiority of the
reciprocating engine. When we add
to Prof. Thurston’s declaration the fact
that the Parsons Marine Steam Tur
bine company has contracted for a riv
er steamer 250 feet long for Clyde ser
vice, and that they are contemplating
the construction of a large deep-sea
boat, the prospect of the new means
of marine propulsion exemplified in the
Turbinia and the Viper would seem to
have a brilliant future. But there is
another side of the picture. Supposing
that, in face of a multitude of current
predictions, an oceunte turbine vessel
would be so economical as to have
room for cargo during her voyage, as
well aa coal, and be able to thrash
her way across the Atlantic at the
speed threatened us In the near future,
would the rivets of the vessel stand the
strain of the concurslve force implied
in forcing a vessel through seas at the
rate of even thirty knots an hour? Ex
perienced marine sages say that no
vessel could be built that would hold
together under such conditions.—Lon
don Express.
Laziness begins with cobwebs and
ends In chains.
UNJUST TARIFF LAW
FAVORITE EXPRESSION OF DO
MESTIC FREE-TRADERS.
t Would He Hard to Name n Single j
Interest That Is Injudiciously Affected, !
Unless II He Foreign Manufacturer*
and American raw nl inkers.
"Our unjust tariff laws" is a phrase
much in use these days by the pro
fessional American Cobdenite and the
free trade press in general. Unjust to
whom?
The National Treasury'.’
For two years our customs duties
have averaged $20,000,000 a month,
nearly half the expenses of the gov
ernment,exclusive of the postal depart
ment, which is nearly self-sustaining.
Our customs revenue was never so
large, and it is paid by those who can
afford to pay it.
Tli© CiipitalUt?
American capital was never so large
ly or profitably employed as now, not i
only at home, but the world over.
The Wage Earner?
More people are employed today in
the United States than ever before in |
our history, and these people are In- j
dividually and collectively working
more days in the year and getting
more pay for each day's labor than in i
any previous year or period.
Tli© Con it nm or?
The cost of living is much lower to
day than during the period when the
Wllson-Oorman free trade law was in j
operation, and the general cost of iiv- ;
ing is as low or lower than any time
in twenty-five years. There Is such a
thing as commodities being too cheap, j
The Farmer?
He is selling all he can raise at good \
prices. He has paid off millions of 1
mortgages in the last three years, and
his farm has doubled in value.
Tli© Railroads?
The only complaint that conies from
railroads these days Is lack of cars. ;
They are carrying more passengers '
and more freight and paying higher i
wages to more men, and stockholders j
are receiving better dividends.
Our Hanks, ICio.?
These great depositories for money I
reflect the prosperity of the working
class,by which we mean all who work
for wage or salary. Surplus income is
put in the bank, in the home or 111 the
Insurance policy. This not only pro
vides for the future, but it furnishes
capital for great and small enterprises
and increases the number of employed
and adds to the great home market
which creates such a huge demand for
products of the farmer and factory. In
this way our ihdustries are diversified
and the endless ehain of independence
is ceaselessly continued, gaining in
volume and strength at every turn.
Again we ask, Unjust to whom? We
can think of only one class and that is
the pawnbroker and his kind.
Perhaps, however, our free trade
friends have in mind the foreign
manufacturers. Yes; our tariff law may
be unjust to them; but what law. Di
vine or human, demands that we go
naked and hungry and cold ourselves
to provide for our neighbor who should
provide for himself?
There never was a more just tariff
law on our statute books than the so
called Dingley law now in such suc
cessful operation. As a measure for
revenue and for protection to our di
versified Industries and our millions of
laborers it is more than fulfilling the
expectations of its framers and most
thoroughly vindicating their wisdom.
AY lien it needs to be amended, as do all
tariff laws,to meet changed conditions,
it will be amended on a just basis to
continue the greatest good to the
greatest number.
FREE-TRADE TRUST SLOGAN.
Koine Tiling* Whlc'.i Intelligent Voter*
Will Remember,
Our evening contemporary, referring
to the "Commercial's” article on trusts
in Thursday’s edition, asks:
"Why not acknowledge that unjust
protective tariff laws enacted and sus
tained by republican legislation have
created the enormous trusts and mo
nopolies that threaten the life of the
republic.”—Sun.
Well, neighbor, for the very excellent
reason that it is not true. The slogan
"The tariff is the mother of trusts”
was started by the free trade element
of the democracy with a view to dis
crediting the tariff by placing it in bad
company in the eyes of the people. A
direct attack upon the protective policy
has been so often repulsed that its ene
mies decided to adopt a new plan of at
tack. They looked about for the worst
thing with which they might associate
it in order to give it a bad odor and de
cide* upon the trust as the most likely
of success. They have never been able
to advance even a plausible, much less
a convincing argument to sustain the
assertion. Yet on the principle that a
lie well stuck to is as good as the
truth” they have continued to make
the assertion.
Notwithstanding that a near ap
proach to a purely revenue tariff adopt
ted by the Cleveland administration
proved ruinous lo the industries of the
country, despoiled the laborer of hi3
income and brought the wolf to the
door of thousands of homes, these
ghouls who fatten on the corpse of
prosperity still seek to rehabilitate th->
low tariff policy and substitute import
ed goods made ry foreign labor for
home made goods produced by Ameri
can labor. In order to do it they seek
falsely to make the tariff responsible
for an evil with which it has no con
nection whatever.
There are just two or three things to
be remembered by the voter when hs
cornea to consider the tariff. The fl-st
of these lii that every dollar's worth of
goods imported from a foreign coun
try, whether sold at the same or a low
er price, displaces sn equal amount of
American made goods, and that the ar
ticles purchased with the wages paid
for its production are likewise of for
eign production, and benefits no Amer
ican laborer, producer or tradesman.
Secondly, the American laborer is able
to buy less of the products of the farm
garden and workshop, and thus con
tributes less to the support of his fel
low laborers by the amount, of wages
so lost. A policy, therefore, which
tends to increase the importation of
foreign made goods can have but one
effect on the productive industries of
this country, and that is bound to be
a depressing one.—Vincennes find.)
Commercial.
CHANCES IN SUG AR INDUSTRY.
In » I'alr Wav to Supply All of tlio
Countrj'H Niu'il*.
The sugar industry of the world is
brought into fresh prominence by the
prospect that a duty, probably with
discriminating rates to offset the boun
ties paid in Germany, France and
other countries of continental Europe,
will be imposed in Great Britain,
though it will make the first great
break in the long trial of free-trade in
the necessaries of life since England
undertook to give the masses cheap
food regardless of other considerations.
It appears that British refiners have
been finding it almost impossible to
compete with foreign rivals, and the
sore need of more revenue for the war
in South Africa is leading the present
ministry to take up the question of
taxing sugar, and, at the same time,
helping the British refiners. Any such
action would tend to make competition
all the keener between the bounty-fed
producers of Germany and other coun
tries which export sugar, and the result
might be felt in some lowering of
prices in the United States owing to
the increased pressure of supplies
abroad.
Meanwhile the development of tha
beet sugar industry in this country is
going on at a rate little understood by
the average American. It. already cov
ers a large part of the domestic con
sumption. The continued expansion of
this great business is so well assured
that it may easily leap into a com
manding position within a few years.
In Michigan alone the production of
sugar last year was no less than 5:5.
000.000 pounds, all of the finest quality.
California did still better, and other
states contributed largely to a total
which is truly imposing in view of the
brief period covered by the beet sugar
industry in this country. The beet
sugar works may supply 25 per cent of
the sugar used in the United States be
fore the end of the present decade.
As American exports increase in
quantity and extend to a wider range
of products, the independence of this
country in supplying its own needs be
comes more nearly complete. The re
sult may well trouble all foreign
statesmen.—Cleveland leader.
Protection and Wage Karncri.
A London cablegram of March 17
Bays:
"Owing to the depression in various
trades and general business through
out England, 220,000 English work
ingmen have had to accept an average
reduction of two shillings (48 cents)
a week in their wages within the past
30 days.”
Loss of markets through the com
petition of American manufactured
products is chiefly at the bottom of the
industrial depression now complained
of in Great Britain. Two protection
ist countries, the United States and
Germany, are winning world trade
away from British producers, and are
even displacing British goods in the
British market. The blow falls first
upon English wage-earners, who are
compelled to accept a reduction of pay
as the only way to hang on to such
employment as they have. The same
thing happened in the United States in
3 894-97, when a Democratic tariff law
allowed foreigners to displace Ameri
can goods in the American market.
But the Dingley law restored the Am
erican market to American producers,
and !u place of wholesale reduction of
wages, as in England, wages have in
creased in our country, and employ
ment was never before so plentiful.
That Is how protectlou affects wages
and wage earners.
Where tU«* Faruier i'on-e^ In.
According to a recent announcement
of the agricultural department, the
farmers of the United States received
$185,296,172 more for their corn, wheat,
oats, barley, rye, buckwheat, potatoes,
and hay in 1900 than they did in 1899;
the total receipts for the last year be
ing $1,861,466,582. as against $1,676,170,
410 in 1899. This Increase is in part
accounted for by the fact that the av
erage prices for each of the products
enumerated were higher in 1900 than
in 1899, although iu some instances the
advance was but a fraction of a cent.
The greatest advances were in corn
and hay, the advance in the latter giv
ing the farmers over $33,o00,000 more
in 1900 for a crop of 50,000,000 tons
than was received in the previous year
for the crop of 56,615,756 tons. If the
increased value of stock and other
property were added to the increase in
the value of products, it would prob
ably be found that the four years of
Republican administration had return
ed to the agricultural interests of the
nation a large proportion of the bil
lion dollars shrinkage iu values which
resulted from the preceding Demo
cratic administration. — Springfield
(Mass.) Union.
HAS A THIRST FOR BLOOD. \
{(lttanre* of the FrrorloainfM of th«
Common
The weasel Is the boldest and most
blood-thirsty of our small mammals;
Indeed, none of our larger beasts is
mere so, says John Burroughs. There
is something devilish and uncanny
about it. It persists like fate; it elude3,
but it cannot be eluded. The terror
it Inspires in the smaller creatures—
rats, rabbits, chipmunks—is pitiful to
behold. A rat pursued by a weasel has
been known to rush into a room, utter
dismal cries and seek the protection of
ft man in bed. A woman in northern
Vermont discovered that something
was killing her hens, often on the nest.
She watched for the culprit and at last
caught a weasel in the cat. It had
seized the hen and refused to let go
when she tried to scare it away. Then
the woman laid hold of It and tried
choking it, when the weasel released
its hold upon the hen and fastened its
teeth into her hand between the thumb
and forefinger. She could not choi-e U
off and ran to a neighbor for help, brrt
no one could remove it without tearing
the flesh from the woman's hand.
Then some one suggested a pail of wa
ter. Into this the hand and weasei
were plunged, but the creature would
not let go even then, and did not until
it was drowned. A farmer one day
heard a queer growling sound on the
grass. On approaching the spot he saw
two weasels contending over a mouse.
Both weasels had the mouse, pulling
in opposite directions, and they were
so absorbed in the struggle that the
farmer eautiously put his hands down
and grabbed them both by the hacks of
their necks. He put them in a cage,
and offered them bread and other
food. This they refused to eat, but in
a few days one of them had eaten the
other up, picking his bones clean and
leaving nothing but the skeleton. The
same farmer was one day in his cellar
when two rats came out of a hole near
him in great haste and ran up the
cellar wall and along its top until they
came to a floor timber that stopped
their progress, when they turned at
hay and looked excitedly back along
the course they had come. In a mo
ment a weasel, evidently in hot pur
suit of them, came out of the hole,
but, seeing the farmer, checked his
course and darted hack. The rats had
doubtless turned to give him fight and
would probably have been a match for
him.—Chicago Chronicle
GREAT SCENE OF TUMULT.
I lf1/ Kn|(ll.)l Eltctloncerlnl W»j»- -
Fighting untl lll<>u<l»li«tl.
Mr. Bouverie. who sat for the Kil
marnock burghs, and was a well
known figure in the house of commons,
referring in later years to such occa
sions, said that he remembered many
exciting hustings scenes but he
thought that the Ayrshire nomination
of 1852 was the greatest scene off tu
mult that he had ever witnessed. At
Kidderminster, in 1857, such was the
violence of the crowd at the declara
tion of the poll that Mr. Lowe nar
rowly escaped death from stoning, and
only found safety by the circumstance
that the master of the grammar school,
whose house was close by, unlocked a
garden door, which the newly elected
member hastily entered, his head
streaming with blood. There will be
those who recall the altercation time
after timo between Lord Palmerston
and a butcher, on the hustings at Tiv
erton, when the aged statesman, ever
ready with a reply, effectually discom
fited his opponent, says Good Words.
At the nomination of Rothesay, in
1868 the mil! girls were, according to
custom, set free from work,and main
tained a continuous uproar, which pre
vented speakers from being heard. A
piece of iron was flung at the hustings,
and must have killed any one whom
it bad chanced to strike. At the dec
laration of the poll on a later day, a
well known Inhabitant jerked the arm
of a reporter all the time that the
newly elected member was speaking so
that not a word could be taken down,
and at the close of the ceremony the
member and the reporter retired to a
hotel, where the speech was delivered
in peace. At a nomination at Had
dington, when I>ord Elcho (now Lord
Wemyss), and Mr. George Hope cf
Fenton Barns contested the county, a
great disturbance prevented Lord El
cho from being heard on the hustings.
He jocularly declared that he was In
no hurry, as he was not going to Lon
don till night, and that he would
meanwhile smoke a cigar. Hewing lit
up he threw the contents of his cigar
case among the crowd, and a shower
of stones was the response to his Ut
timed generosity.
Ills Awful Blonder.
A Chicago clergyman says that while
travelling in Europe last summer he
visited Venice, and among the institu
tions of that city which particularly
interested him was a public bathing re
sort. A few days later, while in Hsu,
and wandering about its famous lean
ing tower, he encountered two young
ladies, whose conversation, a few
words of which he overhead satisfied
him they were Americans. He intro
duced himself, and they were delighted
to meet him. They had just arrived
in Pisa, and were very dusty and
travel-stained. On learning that he
had come from Venice they questioned
him eagerly concerning the attractions
of the place, as that was next on their
itinerary. “Well,” he began, "you will
want to go to the Malamoeco and take
a bath—” “Sir!” they exclaimed,
turning away instantly and leaving
him to the realization of the faet that.
In all innocence, he had made one of
the great mistakes of his life.—Youths’
Compan'.un.
