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A DREAM CHILD.
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Upon my brent n baby cradled lies,
Unutterably denrl
A little one msen by mortnl eyet.
O'er whom I croon tho gentlest lullabies,
To loothe my on' heart's fear.
About tny feet my other darlings play,
Nor dream tho songs I sing
For them so no Mr at the closo ot day
Are chanted nlso For one more than they,
Whoso hands about me cllnj.
This baby's meed of love they norcr tnUi;
A mother's honrt Is wide)
But, ah. tho great, tho deeply longed for
blls
Ot sliArinz with It. too. my caro and kiss,
Is unto mo denied.
Ohl little aptrlt-chlldt whono nngol facs
My fond oyes cannot see;
Our earthly flnRors ne'er may Intcrlaco,
Hut thy smajl being's tender, subtle grnco
Is ever folt by mo.
RUTH RODNEY'S ROMANCE.
"Iluthl"
A girl with lightly clasped hands,
and thoughtiul oyea, her wholo atti
tudo suggesting happy day deeams,
was leaning against tho trunk of a
dead tree at tho foot of an old fash
loned garden. As tho peevish, impa
tient voico reached her, her expression
changed to ono ot lovo and anxloty.
"Yes, dear I am coming," Bho called
in her clear young voico, as eho ran
towards tho houso.
"How neglectful I am of youl" in a
tono of Bolf-robuko as sho entered tho
littlo sitting room and gazed tondorly
at a man seated in a largo easy chair
betoro a desk covered with sheets of
paper.
"It was timo for your medicine long
ago; hero is your paper to read, and I
liavo lob yoU writo so much and wor.
ry your poor brain without trying to
stop you, and eho lightly kissed his
forehead. Mr. Rodney drew back and
coughed nervously. The girl looked
into his eyes.
"What is it?" sho said at length.
"You wero to havo no secrots from
me,
e, rememborl"
Theso two had tho samo low, broad
forehead, tho Samo large, gray oyes,
thick brown hair; but tho man's faco
was careworn and thin from illness;
his eyes and mouth showed tho result
of dissipation, and his shoulders had
a, stoop fiom constant writing. Tho
girl was health personified. You could
seo it in tho firm, supplo curves of her
wrist and waist, in her clear complex
ion, elastic gait, and frank, sweot
eyes.
"What is it, father?" Bho asked
again.
Frank Rodney shifted his oazo from
ono objoct to another. Ho found it
difficult to toll this girl that they had
como to tho end ot everything.
"Whoro's Tom?" ho asked suddenly.
"Still in Iowa, papa, and doing
very well."
Tom RuescII's lather and Mr. Rod
ney wero cousins, and cnllego chums.
When Mr. Russell died ho appointed
Mr. Rodney guardian ot his only Bon,
to whom ho left a small fortue. Tom
went into business, lost nearly all his
money, and tho year beforo had mado
them a short visit boforoho went West
to seo what ranching could do for him.
During this visit he violently fell in
lovo with Ruth. For three days he
fought manfully with himself, but tho
last evening oi his stay with them ho
asked Ruth to walk down to tho old
tree. Before he was awaro ho was toll
ing her of his lovo and asking if ho
could not go away happy in the
thought that some day sho would
lovo him in return. There was no en
gagement, but Rnth'H answor mudt
have been satisfactory, if ono can
judge by the. long letters, which came
regularly and tho picture sho wore in
tho vicinltv of her heart. Mr. Rod
ney paid littlo attention to Ruth's
answer, and began to beat a tattoo
on tho table with his pen.
"It's no use, Ruthie," ho said final
ly, "wo aro in a tight place. You
know wo aro mortgaged way up, tho
interest was diio last week; Mr. Marsh
came for it and I put him off. Ho
comes again to-morrow, and I haven't
S100 readv money."
"Where fs tho monoy from your last
book?" Ruth's eyes wero wido open
with astonishment nnd pain.
"That er well, hem it's all gone;
how,I can't say." Mr. Rodney blush
ed under the searching look' ot his
dauahter.
"Haven't you stories at tho pub
lisher's?" sho asked again.
"Yes, a short tale or so, but they
won't bring in much, nnd tho worst of
it is since my sick turn I can't write.
That is the hardest blow of all to
have ray genius desert mo and becom
an old man at 53." Mr. Rodney drop
ped his head in his hands and groan
ed. Ruth was at his sido directly, soft
ly caressing his heavy hair. "Don't
papa," she cried. "Don't. It will be
all right. Wo havo each other, and if
tho old place must go we can liva for
each other somewhere else.
"Ruth," 8aid her father gently as ho
placed his arm around her, "wasn't
Mr. Marsh in love with you at ono
time?"
"Why yes, and you used toteasome
about my ancient admirer."
"He is only dO," said Mr. Rodney
shortly.
Tnere was a short pause.
"Did he over ask you to marry him,
Buth?"
"Certainly, I told you of it at tho
time, and how he said that possibly
in the future I would change my
mind."
Mr. Rodney's eyes still rested on a
worn Bpot in tho carpet,
"He's a rich man, Ruth' ho said
sheepishly.
The girl's faco flamed, her eyes grew
dark. "You wouldn't sell mo to him,
lather?" she asked, in a low voice.
Tho man was Immediately on tho
dofenslve.
"Why will yon put things so blunt
ly?" ho Bald, fretfully. "Ot coureo
you will marry whom you chooso,
but you aro in lovo with no ono and
that Bcnmp of a Tom doesn't count,"
(In answer to a look from Ruth),
"and Marsh is by lar tho best catch
hero. Ho would mako you a good
husband. Your mother and I adored
each other, but our very lovo mado
our married lifo wrotchod. Had it
been a matter-of-fact friendship which
wo had entertained for each other wo
should havo dono very well? This lovo
is v delusion and a snare."
Tho girl roso to her full height. "I
hatoyour cynical ideas, your cruel
Bkopticism. My mother loved you,
but sho had no trust in you. You
havo lived your life, and this is tho re
sult. Lot mo Hvo mine, and I will uak
for nothing more."
Mr. Rodney's lips curlod. "You are
dramatic. You will do for a charac
ter in my next novel."
His wholo mnnnor changed sudden
ly. Sarcasm novcr appealed to Ruth.
"Forgive mo, dear, lam nervous
nnd sick and your words hurt me. Do
not think again of marrying Mr.
Marsh if it is so distasteful to you.
But we must got through some way.
Could you go to him and beg for ft lit
tlo moro time? Ho would not obligb
me."
Tho girl's faco been mo hard and sot.
"You think if 1 asked him his old
lovo for mo would conquer his fond
ness for monoy and ho would yield?"
"Your conclusion is quito what it
should be. I really think Ruth, that
a six months' abroad would mako a
now man of mo; nnd you'll seo Marsh
to-morrow?"
"I don't know," sho said abruptly,
as sho left tho room.
"I cannot do it," Bho cried as sho
hastened toward tho eld tree, "and
yet it is for father." Sho flung herself
faco downward at tho foot of tho treo
nnd sobbed. It was dusk; tho lamps
had been lighted nnd Ruth did not re
turn. Mr. Rodney smiled calmly as ho
rolled his chair toward tho grate.
"Fighting it out with herself," ho
said, "as sho always has from nor
childhood, nnd I am not afraid of her
conclusion. And really I am not sel
fish. Tom will not amount to any
thing for a number ot years, and I
want to eeo her happy beforo 1 die."
And yet ho knew dcop down in his
heart that had ho his lifo to Hvo over,
Ruth's mother would still havo been
his first choice. Tho door opened
quiotly and in a moment two hands
wero placed caressingly on his shoul
ders nnd a sweot voico 3aid: "Tea is
ready, fattier, and I have a surpriso
in tho shapo ot the most delicious
wafllcs you evor ato."
Mr. Rodney glanced at his daughter
and know that tho houso was safe.
Ho was not suro in regard to her plan,
whether sho would accept Mr. Marsh
or gain a repriovo becauso of his lovo.
It mndo little difference to him nny
way.
"Sho shall novcr bo ablo to say that
I urged her into a marriage with a man
for " whom bIio had no love," ho
thought. "1 haw merely hinted at
what l imagined wouiu no tor ncr dcsc
interests."
By a tacit understanding nothing
moro was said, and when Ruth camo
in tho next morning dressed in her
dainty walking suit to kiss her father
good-by, ho asked no questions as
was his custom concerning her desti
nation.
His only remark as sho leit him was:
"You are prottier than ever to-day,
dear, and I wish you good luck."
Ab Ruth reached tlio Btairs leading
to Mr. Marsh's ofllco her heart beat
violently and the color left her face.
Her plan had been simplo; sho would
ask Mr. Marsh if ho could let tho in
terest run a littlo longer, and if ho
agreed, and then was cowardly enough
to ask for her lovo as a reward, why
sho would promiso to marry him.
Her own lifo would bo ruined, tint her
fathor would be happy, and ho should
always bo first.
Mr. Marsli was sitting in his oflico
alone, gazing into vacancy. Ho wns
a stout, woll-inenning man of 40, keen
and hard in business transactions,
but scrupulously honest. Ho had
never married because ho thought
that no woman was worth a life's do
votion, and ho was so just, that if ho
did marry no woman but his wife
should ever como into his life. Theso
wero his ideas when ho first noticed
that Ruth Rodney had chanced from
a remarkably pretty school girl into
a graceful, beautiful woman. Sho in
terested him. By degrees he camo to
the conclusion that sho was tho ono
thing needful to mnko his life a success.
Ho asked her to marry him nnd sho
refused. Ho had bowed himself out
from her presence, not ft lino n his
faco disturbed, and had mndo ft firm
resolution that in some way sho
should bo his. Now as ho satm his
ollico ho was thinking that Mr. Rod
ney'B interest was due. Ho heard a
Blight tap at tho door. "Como in,"
ho Bald, lazily turning his head.
"Ah, Miss Rodney," his voico was
free from all surprise, "this is indeed
unexpected pleasure. "This seat by
tho window will suit you I am sure."
Ruth's cheeks grew pink.
"Thank you, Mr. Marsh," sho said
in a low voice, "but I prefer to stand.
I have come to beg." Mr. Marsh raised
one eyebrow and looked at his large,
well keep hands. Ruth glanced at
him desperately.
That interest on tho mortgage is
duo to-day and I havo come to ask if
you would wait a few months as a
great favor. It shall surely bo paid"
"bo your fattier said two months
ago." interrepted Marsh with a bland
smile. Ruth's eyes flashed, "I thought
as a favor you would."
"Excuse me," said March, "but may
I ask what favors you havo ever done
for me? This is a business trans
action. Now there is only
ono way out of this decided
ly unpleasant situation. That way
is to make it into an unbuoiness
transaction. You marry me and tho
mortgage shall bo your weddeng pres
ent." Ruth's breath camo rapidly,
her hands clasped each other convul
sively. "I have no love for you," the girl
almost whispered the words.
"I do not remember mentioning
love," ho said; I am content with you
now, later"
"TJhcro will never bo any thing later,"'
eho replied; "as I am now, if you wish
rao why."
Sho could not finish, but ho was
satisfied. Ho took her gloved hand
tenderly; a feeling of remorso camo
over him, but ho stifled it and said
3uiotly, "You shall never regret your
ecision, for it must bo in my power
to mnko you happy, I havo wanted
you so long."
Something in his words, tho-most
manly sho had over heard from him
touchod a now chord in her nnturo
and sho burst into toars. Ho stood
awkwardly by and said nothing. In
a fow moments eho looked up. "My
nerves are so unstrung and it is all so
now you will forgivo mo and let mo go
now."
Sho turned towards tho door, ho
opened it for her and Baid, "I under
stand; you would rather go alono."
Ho watched her figure until she
reached tho last stair thon returned
to his old seat and stared into va
cancy as beforo.
Upon roachtng homo Ruth found
Mr. Rodnoy twisting a crumpled en
velope. "Fntherlnmo ngngod to Mr. Marsh .
"Aid" ho exclaimed, "that is good
news indeed, and it novcr rains but it
pours; hero is a telegram from Tom
that ho will bo with us this afternoon.
Why, Ruth, child, don't look like that,
you aro not faint?" for tho girl had
staggered slightly and her faco wad
ashy.
"Do not touch me," sho cried recov
ering herself by a strong effort of will.
"I am not ill, it is the warm room; so
Tom is coming. I will lio down, I
think, to bo fresh and bright. Tom
is coming nnd I I am engaged."
Sho had drugged herself half way up
tho stairs when sho remembered some
thing. "Father, dear," eho called, "don't
worry about me, and tho mortgage is
to bo my wedding presentl"
That evening Mr. Marsh camo to
tho conclusion that sufficient timo
had elapsed for Ruth to bo calm and
ho would mako his first call then.
His heart leaped in his throat liko a
bashtul boy's as ho reached tho stoop,
and a sensation of awkwardness and
fear came over him. "This will never
do," ho thought, "I must walk down
the path to calm myself."
As ho approached tho ond of tho
garden ho heard voices, then ho saw
tho faint outlino of two figures, a
man and a woman Btanding facing
each other. Surely that was Ruth's
voice. Ho drew near and crouched be
hind a bush. A feeling of dread crept
over him. Had sho a lover? At last
the girl spoko again in a low despair
ing voice. "Tom, I havo tried to mako
you think that my lovo for you has
changed in ono short year, but you
know better for you know mo."
"My darling' "cried tho young man
as ho flung his nrms nbont her. Sho
yiolded to his embraco for a moment,
then pushed him from her.
"If you caro for me, sho Baid, "do
not touch mo, it only makes it harder
for mo Tom, sho continued, "al
though I lovo you, I am bound to
him, and I will bo true to him with
God's help."
Sho leaned against a treo as if need
ing its support.
"But you wero mine beforo you were
his," cried Tom impetuously, "and I
am doing so well now that in six
months wo could bo married, and"
"You don't understand, Tom," sho
interrupted. It would kill father
to givo up his homo. Tom, I lovo
you, but don't you seo I must save
lather."
"Your idea of duty is unnatural and
morbid, and you do not love as you
pretended. It is this man's money
which has won you, nnd women liko
you throw it on somo one's else
shoulders.
Tom walked a fow stops towards tho
house; in a moment, however, ho wns
at Ruth's side.
"Forgivo me, love," ho whispered;"I
was a brute, you aro all that is sweet
and good, and I am not worthy or
you."
He was gono and Marsh saw Ruth
clasp the treo with both arms, and
henrd her murmur, "It is all overt
God help me to be a good woman and
keep mo from hating tho man who has
taken my love from me."
Mr. Marsh tiptoed softly out of tho
garden. When ho reached his own
room no sat down to think, e or two
hours he scarcely moved. At tho end
of that timo he sat down and wrote
this note:
My dear Miss Rodney:
I havo come to tho conclusion that
I havo lived too long a bachelor to
impose myself and my whims upon ,a
bright young girl. I promised you tho
mortgage, however, for a wedding
present, and hero it is in advance. I
understand that young Mr. Russell is
with you, and I hear also that ho
loves you. I knew his- father very
well, and if his son resembles him he
is worthy of your love. If at any
timo I can bo of service to you com
mand me. Yours very truly,
John Marsh.
After ho had sealed tho note he gave
along sigh. "Marsh," he muttered,
"it lovo can chaugo .you and your
ideas liko this it must bo a mighty
power in this world.
Visitors at the Capital.
It has been remarked that an un
usually lame number of visitors havo
thronged tho capital of late. If peo
ple have como here to escape cold
weatheu at home, tho keen air and
blustering winds which Washington
has had to enduro for the past week
must have been ft disappointment to
thousands. I met a senate page re
cently when tne senate was not in
session, and he said the chamber had
been crowded with visitors all the
forenoon. "And the brides'," he cried
ecstatically, "there was ten of em' In
there at ono time." "How can you
tell a bride when you see one?" I nak
ed. "I don't know how we do it. but.
we never miss. When the guide is
tnlkim; she pretends to listen, but sho
is away oil and don't know what he
says. She is looking at the fellow
most of the time."
To Thlno Own Self Bo True,
Sy thlno own soul's lw .learn to lira,
And'iftnen thwart thoo tako no hood,
And If men hats thoo haro no caro;
fling thou thy song and do thy deod,
Hopo thou thy hopo and pray thy prayer,
And claim no crown they will not giro,
Kor bays they gnidgo thoo for thy hair.
Kcop thon thy sonl-swom steadfast oath,
And to thy hoart bo truo thy hoart;
What thy soul teaches learn to know,
And play out thlno appointed part;
And thou nhalt reap as thou shalt sow,
Nor helnod nor hindered In thy growth,
To thy t nil Bt&turo thou ahalt grow.
Fix on tho futnro's goal thy faco,
Andiot thy foot bo lnrod to stray
Kowhithor, but ho swift to run,
And nowhero tarry by tho way,
Until at last tho end is won,
And thou nuy'st look back from thy placo
And eeo thy long day's journey done,
Pakcnham fieatty, in Spectator
THE STOVEN BOAT.
Absorbing Incident of a Wballng-Voyaga
Marino Record.
Of all tho pursuits thnt men follow
in order to obtain n subsistanco, thero
is none that will comparo, in danger and
hardship, with that of n whaleman, and
yot how littlo tho pcoplo on tho shoro
know of this. It is in ordor to let
thorn havo somo insight into this busi
ness that tho following narrative is writ
ten. Tho fciots, as thoy occurred, woro
noted in tho journal or log soon after
thoy transpired :
On tho 14th day of December, 1837.
tho good ship Croesus, of Nowlmrg,
Captain Perkins, was cruising spmo
whero between tho latitude of 36 and
37.8 and longitude, of GO cast, in search
of right whalo. It was in tho forenoon
and tho old ship was moving nlong un
der tho topgallant sails with a light
brcezo nt tho rato of about forty knots
an hour. Tho most hardened grumbler
conld not find fault with tho day. At
tho foro and main topgnllant erosstrces
wero two men on tho lookout for whales.
It was now nearly four o'clock in tho
afternoon when tho man in tho
mam
Bang out:
"Thero sho blows!"
Ho ropcated tho cry regular five
or
six times. All was now excitement
among tho ofllcors and ' men. Every
ono was anxious to know if it was tho
kind of whalo that was wanted.
Tho mato hailed tho man at tho mast
head:
"Where away is that whalo? Wbat
do you call her?"
"Right whalo, sir, on tho lco beam,
two milo3 off. Look out shandy for
her."
"Sing out when tho Bhip hoods for
hor."
"Ayo, aye sir."
"Kcop her away," said tho captain to
tho man at tho holm. Boy, hand mo
tho spy glass."
"Steady!" sung out tho man at tho
mast head."
"Steady it is," answered tho man ot
tho wheel.
Tho captain started to go aloft "Mr.
A.," to tho mato, "yon may sqnnro iu
tho nftor yards and call all hands."
"Forward thero!" shouted tho mato.
"Haul tho mainsail up nnd square tho
yards i Bill 1" to an old sailor
"Sir?"
"Call all hands."
"Ayo, ayo, sir. All hands ahoy,"
shouted old Bill, in a voico liko a temp
est: "stand by tho boats."
In less than no timo tho deck was alivo
with men.
"Boat stccrers, get your boat ready."
In a inomont tho boats wero in readi
ness, tho tubs put in, and tho lino3 bent
on tho harpoons, tho crow standing
by ready to follow tho boat. Down
went tho boats and down followed
tho crow, down to tho water when tho
word camo from tho captain to lower
away.
"There sho blows," sung out tho man
at tho foro, "not half a milo off."
"Down helm I" shouted tho captain.
"Mr. A., braco tho mizzen topsail I
Hoist and swing tho boats and lower
away I"
As tho boats struck tho water, ovory
man on his thwart, with his hands on tho
loom of tho oar, nnd in less timo than it
takes to writo it tho threo boats wero
cutting thoir way through tho wjter in
tho direction of tho whale.
It was my duty to steer tho mate's
boat, and sho happened to bo tho fast
est puller, so that, although wo all left
tho ship together, and for a fow rods
kcop noarly head and head with each
other, still wo know well enough that
ns soon as word camo from tho mato to
"givo way" we should drop the others
in a moment. So wo did not fret our
solvos, but kept cool for a tight pull
when tho whalo should show himself on
the surface of tho water again, which
ho did in a moment after.
"Thero sho is," cried tho mato, "and
not over ten rods from tho boat. Now,
my dear follows, lay back hard, I toll
youl Thero sho blows ! Onlj give, ray
bovs, and sho is oursl"
Tho boat bounded forward liko a
thing cf life.
"Spring liko tigers iH says tho mato,
his voico sinking almost to a whispor.
I lookod to see what kind of a chance I
was to havo at tho samo timo pulling at
my oar with all my might. We wero go
ing on to her starboard quarter, just
tho chaneo I liked to fasten to a whale.
"Stand up 1" shootcd tho mato, ond
in a moment I had two harpoons to the
hitches into hor.
"Stern stern alll" sung out tho
mate, as ho saw tho iron in tho whalo.
"Como hero, my boy," ho said to rao.
We shifted ends, he to tho hood, and I
to tho stem of tho boat. Tho whalo
started off like lightning.
"Hold on lino," said tho mato, nnd
away wo shot after hor, liko an arrow
from a bow, Tho mate by this time
had his lanco ready.
"Haul moon that whalo, "ho shouted,
and all hands turned to hauling lino
while I' coiled it away to the storn
sheets.
Wo had got nearly up to the whalo
when Bho went to "sounding," taking
tho line richt ud and down from tho
head of tho boat: 1 ECd two turns of
tho lino around tho logger-head, and
.was holding on as, tho boat would bear,
when, all at once, another larger whalo,
that wo knew nothing about, shot up
out of tho water nearly hor whplo
length, in a slunting position, hanging
directly over tho boat. I throw off tho
turns from tho loggorhcad and shouted
to tho mon to "storn." But it was of no
use; sho full tho wholo of hor body on
tho bout I heard a crash, and as I went
down I felt a pressnro of water over my
hoad, caused as I then thought, by tho
whnloa flukes ae sho struck. How long
I was under water I know not, but I
romembor that all lookod dark abovo
mo and I triod very hard to shovo my
head through, in order to breathe At
last I succeeded, but what a sight was
that on which I gazed when 1 found
mycelf on tho surfaco of tho water I
About n rodo from mo was tho whalo
that wo woro fast to, thrashing tho vat
er into n foam with his flukes, tho ocean
rod with blood, and tho crimson streams
flowing from tho wounds mado by har
poons. In another direction I could soo
pieces of tho boat floating around. At
tho distance of two or threo miles I
could occasionally get a glimpso of tho
ship as I rodo on tho top of a swell,
and not a human boing in sight. Most
forcibly did tho words of the poet npply
to my situation at this inomont :
"Oh, Bolitude. whoro nro tho charms
That sages liavo noon in thy faco.
Better dwell in tho midst of alarms
Thau rtijgii iu thin horriblo placo."
So thought 1, a. I struck out for a
pioco of our oncq boautiful boat, a fow
rods distant. The crow camo up, ono
after another, catching at anything
they conld soo to keep them afloat.
Ono poor fellow camo paddling along
with two or threo oars under him, cry
ing out that his back was broken. An
other of tho crow and myself got him
on tho piece of a boat that ho hnd hold
of, His thigh was broken, and he
could not movo his logs at nil. Tho
second mato soon after picked us up
with his boat, and so much had wo been
engaged in looking out for ourselves
that wo did not perceive that ono of our
number wns missing. But, alasl it was
too soon found out. Ho was a young
man about seventeen years old, and did
not belong to tho boat, but wont in tho
place of tho midship oarsman, who wa:
sick nt tho time. Tho whalo foil di
rectly on him and probably killed him
in a moment. "With what feelings wo
pulled round and round tho spot whoro
tho boat was btovon, unwilling to bo
lievo evon after wo know thoro was no
hopo, that onrshipmato was gone never
moro to return. And how silently wo
glided alongside tho ship and hoisted
in our poor shipmate now lamed for
life.
Oh, that somo of theso peoplo who
look upon sailors as littlo better than
brutes, and who know littlo or nothing
of tho kind fcolings and growing affec
tions concealed under thoir rough exteri
ors, could havo seen what I saw on
hoard that ship, even their hearts would
melt, and they would find that it is not
always the polished and educated, tho
smooth-faced and handsomo man that
has tho warmest heart or tho most gen
erous feelings. J. W. H.
A Remarkable Career.
New York Letter in the llnrtford Times.
Gotham has always been a wonder
ful place for ups and downs, but I
doubt if it lias produced anything
more remarknble m this way than is
seen in the career of "Ed" Stokes, or
as nn increasing number of people
now call him, Mr. Stokes. His elec
tion recently n president of the Tint
ed Lines Telegraph company murks an
advanco in a few years that may well
excite surprise. Previous to tho Jim
Fisk cpisodo tho public in general
knew nothing nbout Mr. Stokes. What
it learned then wns that he belonged
to a respectable family, but had been
rather wild. Fisk crossed his path for
a woman, hounded him a good deal,
and, it is paid, also threatened bin
life. Then camo tho shooting
in tho Grand Central hotel followed
by Stokes' Ions imprisonment in the
Toombs and the still longer one at
Sing Sing. That was supposed to bo
tho end of him. Certainly no one im
agined that "Ed" Stokes would ever
bo a man of noto in tho community,
with po very dark a cloud hanging
oyer him. lie served his term nt Sing
Sing and soon after his release ho went
to California.
Very littlo wns heard of him for
somo time. Only his personal friends
knew how ho wns employed there.
No one had any thought that, having
heen down bo low, ho would over rise
again. But the stuff that makes men
rise was in him. After a whilo New
Yorkers heard that a magnificent bar
the most elaborate and costly in the
city, had been opened in tho Hoffman
house, with Ed Stokes as proprietor,
and they went in thousands
to seo it. It certainly was worth
seeing, tho pictures and statues
alone representing a small for
tune. The bar flourished and after
another while it became known that
tho Hoffman house itself wns largely
owned by btokes. Its business grow
rapidly and Stokes made money fast.
Ho also made tho acquaintance of ft
number of Wall street men, for his bar
became their favorite up-town resort.
Gradually his footing anions the Wall
street men became firm and they, on
tho other hand, gradually recogniz
ed in him an uncommonly ablo busi
ness man, Ho went into Wall street
himself and mado tome pretty good
turns. And now ho comes to the front
as president of a telegraph organiza
tion that promises to give to the over
grown Western Unioncompanyahard
push. Some of tho strongest finan
cial mon in Now York aro at his back
nnd evidently have confidence in him.
Therifco of Ed Stokes binco his dreary
days at Sing Sing is wy remarkable
indeed.
Eugene, eldest son ot Capt. A. H.
Bogaidus, champion wing shot of the
world, died recently at Elkhart, Ind.
of congestion of the lungs, aged 22'
Eugene wns thought as good ns his
father, and they comprised the most
important features ' of Forepaugh'p
show last season.
Abram's Wife.
From tho Arkansaw Traveler.
"Abram Sawyer," Baid tho old
judge, replying to an old negro who
had just addressod him, "is it possi
ble that you want a divorce when it
has only been threo days since you
wero married?"
"You doan know dat lady, jedge;.
you doan know her, tir you wouldn't
meek Bich ergre't 'miration 'bout do
fack."
"Why, the other day you told mo
that if Silvy refused to marry you,
you were a dead man."
"Yas, eah, 1 tolo you dat."
"And have you gotten over your
love so soon?"
"Wall," scratching his head, "I haa
had ernuff ter dribo lub an'
'fection
outen de human breas . I
happy man nt fust, an' 'mits
looked mighty promisin'; but
wuz er-
dat
life-
all
dat
wuz changed dis niawnm .
"How so."
"Wall, sah. you knows dat I keeps
er pie stan' down on de corner. Wall,,
after we had dun got ober 'tivities o'
dat marriage I went on down ter de
comder to soil mer pies, an' I hadn'
been dar laung till Silvy she come
along she did. 'Law bless me, Abram!'
says she, 'w'uter littlo cuddy-hole o'
er place yer'B got yere. My stars! look
at'dem pies, honey. War you got
all dem pies, honey? 'Buys 'em at
er mighty big cost,' says I. 'Ah.hah
said she, an' reachin' ober Bhe tuck
er pie an' her faco opened an it wuz.
gono. Po' de Lawd, jodgc, I neber
seed sich er motif on er human bein.'
I look in 'stonishment, I did, and
couldn' hardly, blebo it, but, bless yer
hfo, do pio wuz dono gone. "Ab'ram,'
Bhe-she, 'you is sich er cood man, an'
I ltibs yer so awful much. Ef I hadn't
maird you I nober woulder maird
ergin. 'Look out! cut yo' ban' on dat
glass,' sez I, but sho smiled an' den
filled de smile up wid ernuder pio. T
tell you, jedge, I wuz gittin' anxious
'bout dis time, fur I seed ruin creepin'
erlaung. 'Honey,' s' I, 'you better go
on back ter de house, fur I'se mightily
feerd you'll tako col' out yere on dis.
damp ground.' 'Dh, I ain't erfeerd,
fur I so got on mer thick shoes,' said,
sho. 'Lawd bless you, no. I ain't er
feerd, fur w'en I wucked up at do still
'ouse I stood on do damp' groun' alL
do time.' Ernuder pie wuz cone
'Lawd bless yer,' she-she, 'w'y, yo''
darlin', ain't neber ioun' mithin' yit.
dat took do wiro age offen yer appe
tite.' She retched cut her nan' after
ernuder pie. Den I say, 'Hoi' on,
lady, hoi' on. Drap dac pie. Drap it
richt now.' She sorter laughed, sho
did, an' stopped up de laugh wid er
pie. Dat las' pio settled it wid me,
sah. I lubed her, but I couldn't b'ar
ter seo all dem pies go dat way, so I
ies' made up mer rrine ter git er
vorce. Jedge, dnr's lots o' ladies in.
dis yere 'munity, but lemme toll yer
dat dtirin' doze hard times pies is
pies." Dressmaking as a Fine Art..
Oscar Wildo in Woman's World.
I am sorry to seo that Mr. Fawcett
deprecates tho engagement of ladies or
education as dressmakers and milli
ners and speaks of it as being detri
mental to those who 'iave fewer edu
cational advantages. I myself would
liko to see dressmaking regarded not
merely as u, learned profession but as
a fine art. To construct a costume
that will be at onco rational and
beautilul requires an accurate knowl
edge of the principles oc proportion, a.
thorough sense of color and a quick
appreciation of the proper use of mate
rials and the proper qualities of pat
tern and designs. Tho health of a na
tion depends very largely upon its
mode of dress: the artistic feeling of a.
nation should find expression in its
costume quite as much as on its arch
itecture, and just as the upholster
ing tradesman has had to givo place
to the decorative artist, so the ordi
nary milliner, with her lack of taste
and her lack of knowledge, her foolish
fashions, nnd her lack of inventions,
will have to make way for the ecimitit
ic and artistic dress designer. Indeed,
so far from it being wise to discoUrage
women of education fromjtaking up
the profession of dressmakers, it is ex
actly women of thnt class who n re
needed, and I am glad to see in the
technical college for women at Dedford
millinery and dressmaking are to be
taught as a p'trt of tho ordinary curric
ulum. There has also been a Society
for Lady Dressmakersstarted in Lon
don for the purpose of teaching edu
cated girls ana women, and tho Scien
tific Dress Association is, I henr.doing
very good work in the same direction-
The Money Kings of Russia
Coal o'(l makes fortunes wherever it
is found, nnd the two Noblu brother
of Russia are said to be worth
$400,000,000. They are tho
staudard oil men of Russia and
they control more petroleum than,
any oil company in tho world. If.
this estimate of their wealth is correct
they aro the richest brothers in the
world and they have an income Great
er than tli3 czar himself. The czar or
Russia gets $10,000,000 a year from
his private estates, and as 10 percent
is a low rate for oil profits the Noble
brothnrs oucht to receive $20,000,
000 each. Tho millionaire Steiglitz,
who was for years the richest private
party in Russia, had only $9,000,000
when he retired, and if all the Roths
childs had as much in proportion to
theirnumber as thesetwo brothers thoy
would be many times as rich as they
are. One of tho most enterprising of:
tho Russian millionaires died in 1880.
He was the Alfred Krupp of that coun
try. Ho had rollina mills nnd mines.and
he built guns and gunboats. Ho made'
a fortune during tho Crimean war
though he was simply a naval officer
at its beginning, nnd before ho died he
owned 40,000 square miles of mineral
lands,and among his works were those
at tho mouth of tho Nova which em
ployed 5,000 men nnd which made
more than $3,000,000 worth of Bteel
rails a year. This millionaire's name
was Nicoli Ivanovitch Putiloff.and he
was the most enterprising manufactur
er and capitalist Russia has had since
Peter tho Great. Nothit'g was too big
for him and he dealt in millions.
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