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An article has been mado public
rhlchwan written by the lata Rev.
Henry Ward Bccclicrand compiled by
his eon, to bo published by Webster
&Co. olNew York. Mr. Bcochor, hi
lite own inimitable way, tells thestory
ol the Rint sdohdal In which himself
and Mr. Tilton and wife wero tho prin
cipal actors. Mr. Beecher and tho
mutual friend, Moulton, have cros6od
the border into tho unknown; Mr.
Tilton is a wanderer in a foreign land,
whllo his wife is living a quiet life in
Brooklyn. Bosslo Turner is a wilo
and a mother, and Victoria Woodhull
and Tennio C. Clafllin nro married to
wealthy Englishmen. Mr. Bcccher
speaks of Tilton as ono who, by
Ids infatuation with Victoria
Woodhull, hod fallen from a
high position to become 'almost a
dependent on tho charity of hia
friends. Not until this timc.nccordlng
to Mr. Beecher, did ho brooch tho
scandal which had been in his knowl
edge for six months, and it was tnado
ki.own simply that he might extract
from Mr. Bowcn, of tho Independent,
S7.O00. tho amount of a claim in dis
pute. As soon as tho check for tho
nbovo amount was in his hand, his
suppositious fj,riofs wero forgotten
and ho slftned the famous treaty of
peace. This, Mr. Beecher Pays, was
represented to him as nocessary to ro
Jlevo him Irom the imputation of hav
ing originated and circulated certain
old Blander about Mr. Becchor. In
speaking of Mr. Moulton Mr. Bcccher
says: "My confldunce in him was tho
Only thing that scorned sccuro in that
confusion of tormenting perplexities.
To him I wroto freoly in that troub
lous time, when I felt that secret
machinations wero going on around
and echoes of tho vilest slander
concerning mo wero heard of in unox
epected quarters. Mr. Tilton was
first known to mo as 'a reporter of my
sermons. Whon I becamo editor of
tho Independent ono of tho induce
ments hold out to me was that Mr.
Tilton should bo my assistant and re
lievo mo wholly from routino ofTico
work. In this relation I becamo very
much attached to him. IIo frequent
ly urged mo to mako his house my
homo. IIo used to often speak in ox
travagant terms of his wifo's esteem
and affection for me. After I began
to visit his houso he souaht to make
it attractive. Ho urged mo to bring my
papers down thero and use his study
to do my writing in, as it va3 not
J feasant to writo in tho office of tho
Mr. Becchfr then goes on at length
to show how ho was benuiled by Til
ton after tho latter had left his posi
tion upon tho Independent and the
Brooklyn Union. Mr. Beecher says.
"After Mr. Tllton's return from tho
west in December, 1870, a young- girl
whom Mrs. Tilton had taken Into tho
family, educated and treated like an
own child, was sent to mo with an ur
gent roquost that I would visit Mrs.
Tilton at her mother's. She said that
Mrs. Tilton had left her homo and
qono to her mother's in consequenco
of ill-treatment of her husband. Shb
then gave an account of what sho had
seen of cruelty and abuse on tho part
of tho husband that allocked me. I
immediately visited Mrs.Tilton at her
mother's and received an account of
her homo life and of tho despotism of
her husband and of tho management
of a woman whom hu had mado
housekeeper, which Hcemcd liko a
nlahtmaro dream. Tiio question
was whether she should go back or
Beparate forever from her husband. I
Aslccd permission to bring my wifo to
eco them, whoso judgment in nil
domestic relations I thought better
than my own, and accordingly a
'stcond visit was nintle. The result ol
the interview was that my wifo was ex
tremely indignant toward Mr. Tilton,
and declared that no consideration
on earth would induce- lur to remain
an hour with a man who had treated
her with a hundredth part of such in
sult and cruelty. I felt as strongly as
sho did, but hesitated, as I always do,
at giving advice in favor of a separa
tion. It was acreed that my wile
should give her final advice at anoth
er visit. The next day, when ready
to go, sho wished n iiual word, but
there waa company and tho
children were present, and so I wrote
on a ecrap of paper: 'I dcclino to
think that your viow is right and that
a separation and a settlement of sup
port will bo wisest, and that in his
present desperate- Btato her presence
near him Is far more likely to produco
hatted than her absence.
DKMASMNQ UKECHEll'S WlTUDtUWAT..
"Mrs. Tilton did not tell mo that
my presonca had anything to do with
this trouble, nor did she let me know
that on the July previous ho had ex
torted from her a confession of exces
sive affection for me.
"On the evening of Dec. 27, 1 870,
Mr. Bowen, on hi- way home, callod at
my house and handed me a letter
from Mj. Tilton. It was, as nearly
as 1 can remember, in the following
"Jlsary Ward Beecher: For reasons
which you explicitly know, nnu wnicn
J forbear to state, I demand that you
withdraw lrom tho pulpit and quit
Brooklyn as aiesidence.
"I read it over twice and turned to
Mr. Bowen and said: 'This man is
crazy; this is sheer insanity,' and oth
er liko wo. 3. Mr. Bowen professed
to bo ignorant of the contents, nnd I
handed him the letter to read. We at
once fell into a conversation about
Mr. Tilton. IIo gave me some account
of the reasons why ho had reduced
him from the editorship of the Inde
pendent to the suhoriiinato position
of contributor namely, that Mr, Til
ton s rehulous and social views were
ruining the in pur.
IMS. TILTON' JSrUIMlS.Vnsa 8TATE
MKNT. "It now appear that on the 20th
of December, JX70, Mr. Tilton, having
learned that I had replied to his
threatening letter by expressing such
an opinion ol htm fcs to set Mr. Bowcn
finally against him and bring him faco
to faco with immediate ruin, extorted
from his wife, then Buffering under a
severe illnoss, a document incriminat
ing mo, and proparcd an elaborate nt
upon mo. ,
"In my then morbid condition ol
mind I thought that this charge, al
though entirely untrue, might result
in great disaster, if not nbsoluse ruin.
Tho great interests which wero en
tirely dependent on me, tho church
which I had built up, tho book which
I was writing, my. own immodiato fam
ily, my brother's name, now engaged
which I had hoped might live after mo ,
and bo In Homo slight degree a eourco
of strength and encouragement to
fKnin tvii'n alimtifl anrroprl m. nntl.
in tno ministry, my sistois, mo namo
abovo all. tho cause for which I had
dovotcd mv life, seemed Imneriled. It
seemed to mo that my llfo work was
to end abruptly and in disaster. My
earnest desiro to avoid a public ac
cusation and tho evils which must
necessarily How from it, and which
now havo resulted from It, has been
ono of tho leading motives that must
explain my action during theso four
years with reference to this matter.
THE WOODHL'Ui CLIQUE.
During the whole of 1871 Mr. Bccch
er was kept in a state of suspenso and
doubt. Tho olllcora of Plymouth
church sought to Investigate Tilton's
religion views, out tno pastor assured
them ho had hopes of his repentance
anil restoration to tho church.
"Mcanwliilo ono wing of tho femalo
sulTrngo party," continues Mr. Beech
er, "had got hold of his story in a dis
torted and exaggerated form, such as
had novor been intimated to mo
by Mr. Tilton or his friends. I did
not then suspect what I now know
that those atrociously falso rumors
originated with Mr. Tilton himself."
Whon Mr. Tilton returned from his
lecturing tour in 1872 Mr. Beecher
made an inefectuai ollort to navo mm
cut looso from Woodhull and her as
sociates, in order that ho might re
sumo his propor placo In society.
the TimAnTrrn agreement.
In speaking of tho famous tripar
tite agreement, Mr. Beecher calls at
tention to tho fact that at this time
tho Golden Age, a paper started by
Tilton and his friends, was on tho
vorgo ol bankruptcy, and the pecun
iary obligations wero very pressing.
"About this time," says Mr. Beecher,
"Mr. Moulton, who was sick, Bent for
mo and showed mo a galloy proof of
on article prepared by Mr. Tilton for
tho Golden Ago, in which he embodied
a copy ot a letter written by him to
Mr. Bowen, dated Jan. 1, 1871, in
which iio chained Mr. Bowen with
making scandalous accusation against
my character. Tills was tho first
tlmo that I had over seen these charg
es, and I had never heard of them ex
cept by mere rumor, Mr. Bowen nover
having nt any tlmo said a word to
me on tho subject. I was amazed at
the proposed publication. I did
not then understand the real
object of giving circulation to such
slanders. My first impression was
that Mr. Tilton designed, under cover
I ol an attack upon mo in tho namo of
another, to open tho way lor tho pub
llcation of his own personal griev
ances. I protested against tho publi
cation in tho strongest terms, but was
inlormed that it was not intended as
nn act hostile- to myself, but to Mr.
Bowen. I did not any the less insist
upon my protest against this publi
cation. On its being shown to Mr.
Bowen ho was thoroughly alarmed,
and speodily consented to appoint
ment of arbitrators to bring about an
arcicablo settlement. The result of
this proceeding was that Mr. Bowen
paid Mr. Tilton ovor $7,000, and that
a written agreement was entered into
by Bowon, Tilton and mysolf of am
nesty, concord and future peace.
NOT A PENNY I'OIl nt.ACK.MAlL.
"Tho full truth of this history re
quires that ono moro fact should bo
told, especially as Mr. Tilton has
invited it. Money has been obtained
from mo in tho course of these affairs
in considerable sums, but I did not nt
first look upon tho suggestions that I
should contribute to Mr. Tilton's
pecuniary wants as savoring of black
mail. Afterward 1 contributed at
ono tlmo $15,000. Alter the
money had been paid oyer in $1,000
bills, to raise which I mortgaged tho
houso I live In. I felt very much dis
satisfied with myself about it. Final
ly a square- demand nnd a threat was
mado to one of my confidential friends
that if $5,000 more wero not paid
Tilton's charges would be laid beforo
the public. This I saw at once was
black mail in its boldest form, and I
never paid a cent of it, but challenged
and requested tho fullest exposure.
Modern Light nnd Ilent.
It seems that thero is a schemo
again on foot to utilize over an area
of 1,000 miles radius, by electrica
dirtrlbution, the power of Niagara
Falls. That this idea is very old, wo
need not remind any one; that it is
at present looked upon by competent
electrical engineers as unfeasible, is
equally well known. Lven the wealth
of the Rothschilds has been unequal
to tho task of transmitting large
amounts of electrical energy to any
great distance, for tho experience of
Marcel Deprez, recently carried on in
France under their financial patron
age, have resulted in entire failure. It
is eusy tornveaboutolectricityandits
slavery to man, and tho giant forces
of nature ready to do his bidding; but
it must not be forgotten that to
transmit largo amounts of energy
over an electricnl conductor with any
regard to commercial figures means to
work at an electro-motive, with which
we aro as yet familiar in dynamo cir
cuits only on paper, and to harness
an army mule to a baby carriage
would be a harmless proceeding com
pared with connecting a motor in a
man s inctory with a circuit 01 tne
thousands of volts we hear talked
about. Even it direct current trans
formers are used before the current is
brought into the factory the danger is
not entirely done away with. This is
only one of tho difficulties. Their
name is legion.
Stingy to His Wife.
I Small-minded and stingy as men too
often are, they, are never moroso than
when dealing with their own wives.
80 mo of them, who pass abroad for
J very respectnblo and well-to-do citi
zens, seeming never to lack money to
spend upon themselves, aro so pov
erty stricken and niggardly nt homo
that their wives, who certainly work
hard enough to earn something moro
than their "board and Clothes," afo
almost afraid to speak of needing an
occasional dollar or two. Kvon if
they got what they ask for, it is hand
ed forth so reluctantly, and with so
many words, that it might almost as
well havo been refused altogether,
A man of this kind was ately seen
in a storo with lu3 wife. She was do-
ing sorho "shopping." although slip
carried no purso.and bad not so much
as a nickel tied up m tne corner 01 ner
coarso cotton handkerchief.
Her husband, with a sad and seri
ous look, opened bis pocket-book and
grudgingly paid for the things he was
allowing her tho privilege of selecting.
Sho had picked out a cheap sergedrcaa
pattern for herself.
"I'll take ten yards," sho said to
tho salesman. ,
"Shouldn't think you'd need ho
much," said hor husband; "it's pret
ty wido goods."
"Why, no, it's rattier narrow,"
Bald his wife.
"It's double width," ho insisted;
"and eight yards ought to bo enough.
There's no use getting moro to cut up
"It wouldn't bo wasted if thero was
a littlo left."
"Well, thoro's no uso in buying
mor'n you need. It's going to cost a
lot anyhow. Cut oil nino yards, mis
ter." Sho "gave in" with tho meek, re
signed look of a woman who had
"given in" to her husband's larger
wisdom somo thousands of times bo
fore. Then sho said she wanted a
dozen and a half of buttons.
"But how in tho world aro you go
ing to uso that many buttons on ono
dress? There's no senso in it. A
"Well, mayba I can got along with
a dozen," she said. Then sho bought
a vard of chcan ribbon, whereunon ho
gavo a contemptuous Bind, and when 1
she suggested getting five centB worth
of enndy to tako to tho children, ho
Bhut his purso with a snap, returned
it to his pocket, nnd snid decisively:
"No; thoro's no sense in wasting
money that way. It's a good thing I
carry' tho purse, or we'd all be in tho
poorhouso within a yearl"
The Truthful Georgia Land-
From tho Atlanta Constitution.
Not far from tho City of Montgom
ery, in tho Stnto of Alabama, on ono
ol tho roads running from tho city,
lives a jolly landlord by the namo of
Ford. In fair weather or in foul, In
hard times or in soft, Ford would
havo his joko whenever possible. Ono
bitter, stormy night, or rather morn
ing, about two hours beforo dny
break, ho was aroused from his slum
ber by loud shouting and knocks at
his door. IIo turned out, but sorely
ngainBt his will, and demanded what
was tho matter. It was dark as tar,
and as he could see no ono he cried
"Who aro you, thero?"
"Three lawyers from Montgomery,"
was tho answer. "Wo are benighted
and want to stay all night."
"Very sorry I cannot accommodato
you so far, gentlemen. Do anything
to oblige you, but that's impossible.
Tho lawyers, for they wero three of
tho 8mart03t lawyers In tho Stato.
nnd ready .to drop witli fatigue, held
a consultation, and then, "ns they
could do no hotter and wore too tired
to go another stop,- they asked:
"Wnll, can't you stable our horses
and give us chairs and a fire till morn
ing." "Oh yes; I can do that, gentlemen."
Our learned nnd legal friends wero
soon drying their wet clothes by a
briiht fire as they composed them
selves to pass tho fow remaining hours
in thoir chairs, dozing nnd nodding,
and now nnd then swearing a word or
two of imnatienco as they waited for
The longest night has a morning,
and at last the sun came along, nnd
then in due timo a breakfast mado its
appearance; but to tho surprise of tho
lawyers, who thought tho house was
crowded with guests, none but them
selves sat down to partake.
"Why, Ford, 1 thought your house
was so full you couldn't civo us a bod
last night?" said one of tho travellers.
"1 didn't sav so," Ford replied.
"You didn't? What in tho name
of thunder then, did you sny?"
"You asked mo to lot you stay here
all night and I said it would bo im
possible, for tho njght was two-thirds
gone when you came. If you only
wanted beds why didn't you say so?"
Tho lawyers had to givo it up.
Threo of them on one side, and tho
landlord alone had beat them all.
The Deacon Outwitted.
Kew London Telegraph.
Deacon Isaac Denison of Mystic
had a bill of $4.50 about fourmonths
ago against n colored man for grocer
ies which he could not collect, so he
seized the man's house as security,
with a limit of four months in which
tho colored neighbor could pay up or
have the animal auctioned to pay tho
debt. Tne limit oxpired and the
horse was trotted out to be sold to
the hishrst bidder. There was an im
mense crowd assembled when the bids
were opened. The sympathy of the
people seemed to be with the colored
delinquent, and the bidding was live
ly, raising one cent at a time. It
kept right on until it reached $2.11
and at this sum the horse wns knock
ed down to Rosewell Brown. Then
the crowd chipped in enough to pay
for the horse and to buy a bag of
meal, and they turned the horse and
meal over to tho colored man as a
gift, and he now wears a smile clear
around to tho back of his neck.
THE END OFTHE ROAD.
BY EMMA liY.NDOW,
He came into tho composing-room
one afternoon, nearly exhausted from
a long walk of twenty -five miles since
and wet and cold with tho
dismal rain and sleet that was
Ho did not present an attractive ap
pearance a faco that neocded both
shaving and waihing, browned by
constant exposure nnd a pair of
great eyes that looked hungrily
around tho strange rooms as if in
search of something ho never found; a
coat that might once havo graced tho
form of a gentleman of leisure prob
ably contributed by Bomo "dudo"
printer in a philanthropic mood, but
which had long since lost the last trace
of respectability an old slouch hati
battered by wind and wheather, and
hard usage, liko its owner.
No ono could have told, or even
guessod with any dogreo of accuracy,
tho man'? ago. IIo may havo been fif
ty or thirty-fivo years old. No mat.
ter no ono cared sufficiently to in.
quiro or wonder. He walked slowly
across tho room, stopping at last to
watch dreamily the deft fingers of ono
of thoptinter3 who wa3 distributing
his case for thought's work.
Tho worker glanced over his shoul
der at another mail who sat behind
him, Baying indifllerently:
"Hero you arc, slug seven."
Slug seven, who had ovidently been
longing for a "sub," throw himself
carelessly oil hh stool, depositing a
dozen lines of typo on the- stone,
and turning to tho stranger, said:
"Waut to work? Jump on to that
Tho tramp hesitated only a second
murmuring something about being
tired; then wearily took off his shabby
coat, oxposing to viow a shirt which
had no original color, and vest
equally grimy and dilapidated. But
when once at work, sending the typo
hlthor and thither in tho process of
distribution, tho weary look on his
face grew a trifle less porceptible, nnd
nn occasional smile lurked in the cor
ner of his mouth at the jokes that
went around the room.
Outside, tho November sleet beat
against windows, and tho streets weio
almost deserted. Within tho composing-room
nil was life nnd fun and
laughter; merry talk mixed with the
click, click of typo from a hundred
Thoughtless, light-hearted workers,
carnmg' their money deltiy and swift
ly, and managing to be "dead broko"
each week as payday came around.
"Whore did you work last?" asked
a young fellow who stood besido tho
"In Philadelphia," ho answered,
stopping his work for a moment.
"But that was two weeks ago, haven't
had any work since."
"That's hard luck," carelessly,
"Wo fellows are used to that,
a littllo bitter laugh.
"Pretty tired, aren't yon?" said
"slug seven," walking up and noticing
tho weary look In his "sub's" face.
"Yes; and I havo a pain between
my Bhoulders that cut liko a knife. I
must work to-night, though," turning
away to pick up" 11 handful of type.
A tall, heavy-built man stalked in
to tho room at this juncture. He
glanced sharply nt tho new man, tak
ing in his ccneral outsiue appearanco
in one swilt look, from tho brown, un
shaven face to tho shabby slices that
scarcely concealed his feet. A sudden
hush fell upon the noisy crowd. Tho
business mnnocer of tho concern was
not inclined to encourago levity. He
walked over to tho foreman's table,
whispered something in his ear and re
ceived tho answer.
"Ho's all light; a littlo rough-looking,
but a printer is a printer wo'ro
three frames short tonight."
The business manager walked out,
after which tho jokos and general free
dom 01 speech wero resumed.
Six o'clock sounded from tho differ
ent city shop-bells, the whistles blew,
tho old composing-room clock clanged
out six sharp notes. Tho olfico was
nearly deserted. Tho tramp lingered,
looking with a tiv.e compositor's
pride at the heaped-up case out of
which he might "pun a goou string.
if he were not so tired, and that old
pain in his Bhoulders wero not quite
so sharp, though almost taking his
breath at times.
"It looks as if I would have to wait
till lunch-time for my supper, but it's
a long time till 12 o'clock to-night,"
he said to himself, as ho walked over
to the sink to wash up. No one had
seemed to notice that he must need
food that lie would bo obliged to
bunk under his case In tho
waste-box, or press-room anywhere
for want ol a littlo money
to nrocure a lodcina outside. None
of tho smart yonng printers who held
regular cases on that enterprising
sheet could be expected to take to
their respectable boarding places a
man so dirty and uncouth-looking a?
this tramp. Even if their hearts
Erompted any bucIi action, the fear of
eing snubbed by their. landladies for
the generous deed overruled all
thought in that direction.
At half past-six oneuf the men com
ing into the room found the "sub"
8ented-ona stool, lesting ono arm
on his ease, his hand covering Ins eyes.
As ho did not look up tho man spoke
with pleasant indifference.
"Been out tasupper?"
"No," in a choked voi:e, "I am
You must have some supper," said
his questioner, "you will not be able
to work to-night. Yqu aro nearly tir
ed out now, I frnngineV'- .
"Oh, no, I can worki-I must work
to-night." '-: .
The man mado no ariswer, but leav
ing the room, returried.presently with
a lunch from a bakery.
"Here, my man, this will setyouup
till lunch-tlmo, when tho boys will glvo
you a bite, no doubt."
"Thank you," ho answered, the
tears coming Into his eyes Immedi
ately looking a little ashamed of it.
"What a fool I am," he said, as he
was again left alone, with only the
tick of the great clock and tho gliding
cockroaches for company.
At seven o'clock the force were on
hand ready for work. No jokes now,
but each man buckled down to tho
task beforo him, anxious to do his
best. Tho usual amount of "working
tho hook" was indulged in; no ono
hesitated to "soldier" a little, for a
fat tako of editorial or a cut which
would measuro eight hundred. All
but the tramp his ambition seemed
to bo on tho decline, as the hours
rolled by. Once his partner who
stood next to him said in an under
tone, as ho walked to his place with n
dash rulo take.
"Pull out, the next Is a head and
But tho "sub" could not "pull out."
The letters refused to conio to his
hand with their etistomavv roadiness.
Twice in succession he "pled" a line,
and once ho struggled full fifteen min
utes in tho process of "making even."
"You must bo rattled," his neighbor
said, laughing nt him quietly.
"A littlo nervous, 1 guess," he an
swered, saying nothing of thn dreadful
weakness and weariness that was
stealing over him, while the old, sharp
pain nover relaxed i t steady.distrcss
At lunch tlmo ho could eat nothing,
although the boys were profuso in
their oilers to share with him. "I am
not hungry," ho said. Tho very words
choked "him; tho food would have
done tho same.
Work was resumed, but tho tramp
was not with the rest. Ho would go
out for a breath ol fresh air, he said,
but he did not return.
"I guess slug seven's 'sub has jump
ed his cases," remarked ono of tho
men to the foroninn; he went out nt
lunch time for a breath of fresh air he
"Or a 'Irink," remarked another.
"No mattir, thirty is on the hook.'-
Click, click, went the typo in tho
3tlcks. Tho sleepy galloy boy was
roused lor his last taBk that night;
the last form went rattling down the
elevntor to tho press-room, and still
tho "sub" did not return.
"Gono to look for lodgings, per
haps," laughed one, as tho gang stood
mound tho sink, each waiting his turn
at the soap and water and mourning
"He'll find them in the city hall; ho
looks like a rough customer," said an
other. "A very quiet sort of fellow, I
thought," said them an who had work
ed beside him. "He was sick and
tired; all ho wants is a good night'r
"And a clean shirt."
"And a shave."
"Oh, come now, boys; you may bt.
on the road yourselves, yet, and look
as rough as this man."
"Not whilo I can stand off tho bar
ber and the jailor," was tho answer.
But the tramp where was he? A
littlo bewildered by the chango from
tho lights of tho composing-room to
the dimly-lighted street, ho stood for
a momont, scarcely knowing where he
Tho firo of fever was in his oros, tho
flush of lover in his rough cheeks; his
head felt heavy and his heart bound
ed against his side tumultuously.
Ho walked slowly down tho street,
farther and farther, turning here and
there, heedlessly going he knew not
where in any direction to escape
that ringing in his oars, and the terri
blo pain "that clutched at every
The city lights grew farther apart
tho brick blocks laded away into
quiet country roads. Still he walked
on until, hall unconscious ho sank be
sido tho way, and coald go no farther.
The shabby hat ftll bank from his
head, revealing a forehead broad and
high; tho great, nnd eyes gazed up in
an unseeing way at the moon that
drifted overhead, and looked down at
him pityingly from its light through
Then between his faco and the nisht
sky thero crept a picture. A long.Jow,
vine covered house a porch in front
where a woman stOv d, one hand on
tho head of ahoy a slender, pnle faced
lad, with, great, sad'eyes. She kissed
his lips, and held hia hand and mur
mured blessines on her child as Iip left
her standing alone beneath the vines
and climbing roses.
Then another scene drifted through
the dulled and weary brain. A place
where mirth and wine and revelry ran
high, and one there the gayest of tho
gay a man with a pa'e face and sad
eyes, belying his own nature by the
words he uttered. A messenger at tho
door a telegram thrust into his
hnudB "Your mother is dead" then
followed a blank.
The moon wade! through an inter
vening cloud, and by its light tho dy
ing man saw still another picture.
Wrapped in tho robes that angels
wear, descending to his side in the
track of a nuiverins ray of moonlight,
Bhe came his mother. Sho lifted his
head to her breast, the weary head
that had missed caressing bo long; sho
pressed her lips t his. and tho
kiBS went like new wine to his very
heart, . bhe touched with her soft
fingers his tired eyes, and they closed
in a long and " undisturbed sleep,
never to open again till tho last
trump sounds through the atartled
No more weary miles; no more days
Imnneraiul loneliness and cold. Rest,
perfect rest, for feet and hand and
heart and brain,
Rotation of crops baffles, in
measure, tho root-enemies, uowi
sect and fungus, that prey upon tham.
Each plant has Its own peculiar
enemies, and changing of plants re
moves them to fields unoccupied by
such enemies. This is true of the en
emies of tho above-ground growth ol
plants to an important degree.
E. N. Thomas, an employe iu the post
office at Wellington, lias been nrrested
for appropriating money to las awn use.
"WHAT WILL OU HAVK?
lipjillnc il th Cnpltol-Webitcr
Washington Correspondence Cleveland
Many of these cdmmittee rooms nt
the Capitol contain during a session a
choice nrticlo of spirits, nnd tho pres
ent Minister to Berlin, Mr. Pendleton,
wns not averse to treating liis friends
of the Senate now and then. It'uBed
to bo that thero waB a regular bar in
tho Capitol. This bar was known
vulgarly as "Tho Holo in tho Wall."
It woo situated between the House and
tho Sennte, and at it Clay and Webster
often drank. In deference to tho tem
perance sentiment this bnr has been
long sinco abolished, but liquor is sold
at tho Capitol as much ns ever, and
you can get whisky straight In either
tho House or Sennto restaurant by
merely asking for "cold tea."
It is said that drinking is decreasing
at Washington. I do not believe this
to uo so. Fewer people drink nt tho
saloons, perhaps, but it has come to
bo that every public man has his cel
lars stocked with wines and brandies,
nnd liquors aro sold by tho quantity
instead of by tho glass. All of tho gro
cery stores at Washington keep large
stocks of liquors", from Mumip's extra
dry champagne down to a very cheap
article of whisky, andyou will find wine
stores in nearly every block. In no
city of tho United States, except, per
haps, New Orleans, is thero so-much
wino drank in proportion to tho popu-
Intion. Many famiMcs never sitidown
to a meal without having wino on the
table, nnd at a Washington hotel, where
public men stop, it is tho rulo to tako
a bottle of wino with your dinner.
Within the last fow years punch has
become very popular at Washing
ton, nnd you will now find
a big punch bowl at almost
every inshionauio gathering, it is.
quite an art to make a fino Washing
ton punch, nnd it takes very little of
the regular article to causo tho knees
to quiver and tho head to swim. Ono
recipc contains tho ingrcdicnts.whisky,
rum, claret, champagne, sugar and
lemons. A littlo water added to thin,
nnd you havo a drink that will put nn
old toper under tho tnblo alter half
liis usual allowance. Still this stuff is
given to young men and mnidens. Is
it any wonder that solnc of them get
too much, and we havo such scenes
ns that of Stewart Castlo' lasb winter,
what Congressmen Ilohnan's son in
sulted a young lady, and the half of
tho party wero affected by their tip
ping? It wns such punch as this, that
started young Mahono on a spreo in
which he attempted to shoot 911c of
tho waiters at Welcker's, and' it is
this punch that will undoubtedly
create a scandal or two tho coming
A great deal of beer is drunk 111
Washington, nnd many of those who
drink wino regularly at their meals
prefer a light article, such as claret.
The man who drinks such as beer nnd
in those countries where cheap light
wines are staple, as Itnly and Franco
for instnnce, you will find much less
drunkenness than inuVmerica or Eng
lnnd. There is a good deal of differ
ence in tho United States as to drink
ing. Men from the North and Ease
and from California drink wine whilo
thoffo from tho West and South take
whisky or beer. Kentupkians usually
tako whisky straight, and Wiscousins
nro fond oft' yir own Milwaukeo lager.
Senators Frye and Blair aresaidtobo
tho only Senators who nro teetotal
lers. Attorney General Garland likes
a good nrticlo of Bourbon. President
Cleveland drinks beer some
times, and of tho members . of
tho Lower House, few of them nro
averso to a dram on tho sly. The
Speaker himself is a good judge of' li
quors, and ho often takes a bottle of
wino with his lunch. Both Cox and
Dorshcimer like good wine, and ex-di-plomntes,
such as Ilitt, of Illinois,
seldom eat without a bottle of wino nt
thelrmeals. Ben LeFevre drinks beer,
nnd thero nro a number of members
who aro addicted to drinking hot wa
ter. There was a Congressman named
Jndwin in tho Forty-seventh Congress
who never silt down to a meal without
having a teacup of hot water placed
betore him. IIo seasoned it with
cream nnd sugar and drank it us
other people do coffee. Congressman
Hatch, of Missouri, is also a hot wa
ter drinker, and Brcckenridge, of Ar
kansas, takes it with every meal.
Theso hot water drinkers advocate
tho practice as a euro for dyspepsia
and indigestion, and they Bay they bo
come ns fond of tho drink ns of tea,
coffee or whiskey.
What is a "Strike?'
In an injunction case in Nebraska,
in which it was sought to compel cer
tain engineers towoikin opposition
.to their wishes Judge Dundy said there
Lwas no law to compel tno men to
work when they desired to quit, and
that alone seemed to be the object of
"If that bo tho solo object ," Baid tho -court,
"then this case has no business
here. 1 shall never order a man to
work against his will by injunction.
Such action would bo Jnequitable,4for
the reason that another remedy exists
suit for breach of contj-act, when
ever the terms of the contract as pre
scribed are not carried out."
Tlrls word, "strike" is. of modern
origin. The question is regarding its
legal definition, nnd on that tho case
may turn. If it means, and. can., bo.,
shown that its meaning in tllfs cas'e,'
is a project to create a disturbance,
derail cars, and ditch trains, then the
court can order a writ of injunction
to restrain the contemplated injury,
and the chargo of conspiracy is well
taken. If. on the other hand, the
word in this case is synonomous with
an intention of quittins work nnd
quietly walking out, I don't Bee how
this court is going to restrain this ac
tion. That's all there is in the qaso
as it stands at present that I can gee.
Richard McCarthy, of Rutland. I). T..
wits killed nt Havana, 10 milei west ot
that nlare. on the Ht. Paul, Minneapolis it
Manitoba, railway.' While iitteintntns to
board the trnin, whilo in motion his leg wns
cut olf nt the bnt'o nnd dull broken, lie
leaves a wife a.n.d o'po child.
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