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) DECKER'S OWK STORY. An article has been nindo public mhlch wan writton by the Into Rev. Henry Ward Bcccher and compiled by bis bou, to be published by Webster A Co. o! New York. Mr. Bcocher, in hi own inimitable way, tells the story o! the great scandal in which himself and Mr. Tilton and wifo were the prin cipal actors. Mr. Boechcr and tlio mutual friend, Moulton, have crossed the border into the unknown; Mr. Tilton is a wanderer in a foreign land, while his wifo is living a quiot life in Brooklyn. Bosslo Turner ia a wife and a mother, and Victoria Woodhull and Tcnnie C Clafllln are married to wealthy Englishmen. Mr. Beech er speaks of Tilton as one who, by his infatuation with Victoria Woodhull, had fallen from a high position to becomo almost a dependent on the charity of bio friends. Not until this timo.according to Mr. Bcccher, did ho brooch tho scandal which had beon in his knowl edge for six months, and it was mado kbown simply that he might extract from Mr. Bowcn. ot tho Independent, $7,000, tho amount ot a claim in dis pute. As soon as tho check for tho abovo amount was in his hand, his suppositious griefs woro forcottcn and ho signed the famous treaty of peace. This, Mr, Bcccher says, wan represented to him as necessary to ro liovo him from tho imputation of hav ing originated and circulated certain old slanders about Mr. Bcechor. In Bpeaking of Mr. Moulton Mr. Boechcr Bays: "My confidence in him was tho only thing that seemed secure in that confusion ot tormenting perplexities. To him I wroto freely in time troub lous tinio, when I felt that secret machinations wero going on around and echoes of the vilest slander concerning me wero heard of in unox spected quarters. Mr. Tilton was first known to me as a reporter of my sermons. When I became editor of the Independent ono of tho induce ments hold out to mo was that Mr. Tilton should bo my assistant and re lievo mo wholly from routino office work. In this relation I becamo very much attached to him. Ho frequent ly urged mo to mako his house my homo. Ho usod to often speak in ex travagant terms of his wifo's esteem and affection for me. After I began to visit his house he sought to make it attractive Ho urged mo to bring my papers down there and uso his study to do my writing in, as it was not fleaeant to writo in tho office- of tho ndependent. Mr. Beecher then goes on at length to show how ho was beguiled by Til ton after tho latter had left his posi tion upon the Independent and tho Brooklyn Union. Mr. Beecher says: "After Mr. Tilton's return from tho west in Decomber, 1870, a young girl whom Mrs. Tilton had taken into tho family, educated and treated like an own child, was Bene to me with an ur gent request that 1 would visit Mrs. Tilton at her mother's. She said that Mrs. Tilton had left her home and t;ono to her mother's in consequence of ill-treatment o! her husband. Sh then gave an account of what she had Been of cruelty and abuse on tho part of the husband that shocked me. I immediately visited Mrs.Tilton at her mother's and received an account of bet homo Ufa and ot tho despotism of her husband and of tho management of a woman whom bo had mado housekeeper, which Hcemed liko a niehtnmro dream. The question was whether Bhe should go back or tseparato forover from her husband. I asked permission to bring my wife to see tnem, wnoso luugment in all domestic relations I thought better tnan my own, ana accordingly a Bicond. visit was made. The result oi the interview was that my wifo was ex tremely indignant toward Mr. Tilton, and declared that no consideration on earth would induco her 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 )ho did, but hesitated, as Inlwnys do, lit giving advice in favor of a separa tion. Ic waB agreed that my ivifo should give her final advice at anoth er visit. The next day, when ready to go, she wished a final word, but there was company and the children were present, and so I wrote jena scrap of paper: 'I decline to Jblnk that your view is right and that separation and a settlement of sup port will be wisest, and that in his present desperate state her presence near him is far mora likely to produce hat led than her absence. DEMANDING UKECHUU's WITHDRAWAL. "Mrsj'Tjlton did not tell mu that my presence had anything to do with this trouble, nor did she let me know that on the July previous he had ex torted from her a confession of exces sive affection for me. "On the evening of Dec. 27. 3 870. Mr. Bowen, on his way home, callod at my house and handed mo a letter from Mr. Tilton. It wns, a nearly as I can remember, in the following terms; " 'Henry Ward Beecher: For reasons which you explicitly know, and which I forbear to state. I demand that you withdraw trom the pulpit and quit Brooklyn as a residence. Theodore TjrroN.' "I read it over twice, and turned to Mr. Bowen and said: 'ThU man is crazy; this is sheer insanity,' and oth er like words. Mr. Bowen professed to be ignorant of the contents, and I handed him the letter to read. We at once fell into a conversation about Mr. Tilton. He gave me some account of tho reasons why ho hud reduced him from the editorship of the Inde pendent to the suborninate position of contributor namely, that Mr. Til ton's religious and social views were ruining tho paper. ilia. TILTON'S IXCUIillNATINO STATE i MKNT. "It now appear that on the 20th of December, 1870, Mr. Tilton, having learned that I had replied to his threatening letter by expressing such an opinion of him as to set Mr. Bowcn finally against him and bring him face to face with immediate ruin, extorted from life -wife, then eufferingundera Bovero illncBS, a document incriminat ing mo, and prepared an olaborato at upon me. "In my then morbid condition of mind I thought that this charge, al though entirely untrue, might result In great disaster, if not absoluso ruin. Tho great interests which woro en tirely dependent on me, tho church which I had built up, the book which I was -writing, my ownimmediatofam ily, my brother's name, now engaged in tho ministry, my sisteis, the name which I had hoped might live after me and bo in some slight degree a source of strength ami encouragement to thoso who should succeed me, and, above all, tho cause for which I had dovoted my life, seemed imperiled. It seemed to mo that my life work was to end abruptly and indisaster. My earnest desire to avoid a publio ac cusation and the evils which must necessarily flow from it, and which now have resulted from it, has been ono of tho leading motivos that must explain my action during these four years with reference to this matter. THE WOODHULL CLIQUE. During tho whole of 1871 Mr. Beeoh er waB kept in a state of suspenso and doubt. Tho officers of Plymouth church sought to investigato Tilton's relision views, but tho pastor assured them ho had hopes of his repentance and restoration to the church. "Meanwhilo ono wing of the femalo BUflrago party," continues Mr. Beech er, "had got hold of his story in a dis torted and exaggerated form, such as had never been intimated to mo by Mr. Tilton or his friends. I did not then suspect what I now know that thoso atrociously falsa rumors originated with Mr. Tilton himself." When Mr. Tilton returned from his lecturing tour in 1872 Mr. Beecher mado an inefectual effort to have him cut loosofrom Woodhull and her as sociates, in order that ho miaht re sumo his proper placo in society. THE TRIPARTITE AGREEMENT. In speaking of tho famous tripar tita agreement, Mr. Beecher calls at tention to the fact that at this time tho Golden Ago, a paper started by Tilton and his friends, waB on tho vergo of bankruptcy, and the pecun iary ohliaations were very pressing. "About this time," says Mr. Beecher, "Mr. Moulton, who was sick, Bent for mo and showed me a galley proof of an article prepared by Mr. Tilton for tho Golden Age, In which he embodied a copy of a letter written by him to Mr. Bowcn, dated Jan. 1, 1871, in which ho charged Mr. Bowen with makingBcandalous accusation against my character. This was the first timo that I had over seen these charg es, and I had never heard of thorn ex cept by inero rumor, Mr. Bowen never having at any timo said a word to mo on tho Biibject. I was amazed at tho 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 ot an attack Cipon nfe in tho namo of another, to open the way for the pub lication of his own personal griev ances. I protested against tho publi cation in tho strongest terms, but waB informed that it was not intended as an 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 sneodilv consented to annoint- ment of arbitrators to bring about an amicable settlement. Tho result of this proceeding was that Mr. Bowen paidftlr. Tilton over $7,000, and that a written agreement was entered into by Bowen, Tilton and myself of am nesty, concord and future peace. NOT A PENNY FOR HLACKMAIL. "The full truth of this history re quires that one moro fact should be told, especially as Mr. Tilton has invited it. Money has been obtained from mo in the course of these affairs in considerable sums, but I did not at first look upon the suggestions that I should contribute to Mr. Tilton's pecuniary wants as savoring of black mail. Afterward 1 contributed at one timo $15,000. After the money had been paid oyer in $1,000 bills, to raise which I mortgaged the house I live in, I felt very much dis satisfied with myeelt about it. Final ly a square deinnnd and a threat was made to one of my confidential friends that if $5,000 more wero not paid Tilton's charges would be laid before the pubKc. This I saw at once was black mail in its boldest form, and I nover paid a cent of it, but challenged and requested the fullest exposure." Niagara's Power. Modern Light nnd Heat. It seems that there is a echome again on foot to utilize over an area of 1,000 miles radius, by electrica dirtribution, the power of Niagara Falls. That this idea is very old, we need not remind any one; that it is at present looked upon by competent electrical engineers as unfeasible, is equally well known. Even the wealth ot the Rothschilds has been unequal to the 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 easy toraveaboutelectricityandits slavery to man, and the einnt forces of nature ready to do his bidding; but it must not be forgotten that to transmit large amounts of enemy over an electrical 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 factory with a circuit of the thousands of volts we hear talked about. Even if 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 the difficulties. Their name is legion. Stingy to His Wife. Bmall-mlndo'oVnnd stingy as men too often are,.thoy aro never more so than when dealing with"' their own wives. Bomo of them, who pneb abroad for very respectable and well-to-do citi zens, seeming never to lack money to spend upon themselves, ajrp eo pov erty stricken and niggardly fat home that thoir wives, who certainly work hard enough to earn something moro than their "hoard and clothes," aro almost afraid to speak of needing an occasional dollar or two. Even if they get what they ask for, it is 'hand cd forth so reluctantly, and with so many words, that it might almost as well havo been refused altogether. A man ot this kind was lately seen in a store with his wifo. She was do ing some "shopping," although she carried no purse,and had not bo much as a nickel tied up in the corner of her coarse cotton handkerchief. Her husband, with a'sad and seri ous look, opened his pocket-book and grudgingly paid for tho things he was allowing her tho privilege of selecting. Bho had picked out a cheap serge dress pattern for herself. "I'll take ten yards," she said to tho salesman. "Shouldn't think you'd need so much," said her husband; "it's pret ty wido goods." "Why, no, it's rather narrow," said his wife. "It's double, width," he insisted; "and eight yards ought to bo enough. There's no use getting more to cut up and waste." "It wouldn't be wasted if there was a little loft." "Well, there's no use in buying mor'n you need. It's going to cost a lot anyhow. Cut off nino yards, mis ter." She "gave in" with tho meek, re signed look of a woman who had "given in" to her husband's larger wisdom Bomo thousands of v times be fore. Then she said she wanted a dozen and a half of buttons. "But how in the world are you go ing to use that many buttons on one dress? There's no sense in it. A dozen's plenty." "Well, maybe I can get along with a dozen," she said. Then she bought a yard of cheap ribbon, whereupon ho gave a contemptuous sniff, and when she suggested getting five cents' worth of candy to take to the children, he shut his purse with a snap, returned it to liis pocket, and said decisively: "No; there's no sense in wasting money that way. It's a good thing I carry the purse, or we'd all be in tho poorhouse within a year!" The Truthful Georgia Land lord. From the Atlanta Constitution. Not far from the City of Montgom ery, in the State of Alabama, on one of tho roads running from the city, lives a jolly landlord by the name of Ford. In fair weather or in foul, in hard times or in soft, Ford would havo his joko whenever possible. One bitter, stormy night, or rather morn ing, about two hours before day break, he was aroused from his slum ber by loud shouting and knocks at his door. Ho turned out, but sorely against his will, and demanded what was tho matter. It was dark as tar, and as he could see no one he cried out: "Who are you, there?" "Three lawyers from Montgomery." was the answer. "We are benighted and want to stay all night." "Very sorry I cannot accommodate you so far, gentlemen. Do anything to oblige you, b.ut that's impossible," Tho lawyers", for they were three of tho smartest lawyers in the State, and ready to'drop with tatigue, held a consultation, and then, as. they could do no better and were too tired to co another step, they asked; "Willi, can't you stanle our homes and give us chairs and a firg'till morn ing." "Oh yes; I can do that, gentlemen." Our learned and legal friends were soon drying their wet clothes by a briffht lire as they composed them selves to pass the few remaininghours in their chairs, dozing and nodding, and now nnd then swearing a word or two of impatience as they waited for daylight. The-longest night has a morning, and at last the sun came along, and then in due timo a breakfast made its appearance; but to the surprise of the lawyers, who thought the house wns crowded with guests, none but them Belves sat down to partake. "Why, Ford, 1 thought your house was so full you couldn't give us a bed last night?" said one of the travellers. "I didn't sav so." Ford replied. "You didn't? What in the name of thunder then, did you say?" "You asked me to let you stay here all night and I said it would be im possible, for the night was two-thirds gone when yon came. If you only wanted beds why didn't you say so? Tho lawyers had .to give it up. Three ot them on one side, and the landlord alone had beat them all. The Deacon Outwitted. Now London Telegraph. Deacon Isaac Denison of Mystic had a bill of $4.50 about four months ago against a colored man for grocer ies which he could not collect, so he seized tho man's house as security, with a limit of four months in which the colored neighbor could pay up or have tho animal auctioned to pay the debt. Tne limit expired and the horse wns trotted out to be sold to the highest 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, nnd 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 was 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 the colored man as a gift, and ho now wears a smile clear around to the b? ok of his neck. v TRAMP OR GENTLEMAN? An Unfortunate ClrctimBtnnco That Provontod A SatlsTactoryAn swer. Atlanta Constitution. Undoubtedly ho was a tramp. The solitary marshal, whoso busi ness it was to represent tho majesty of tho law in tho littlo village of Bluo Rock, spotted tho stranger ob soon as he entered tho place. Tho visitor was shabbily dressed. Hisicoat was'ragced, and hisitrousera were patched. His hat was without a brim, and hin shoes let his feet touch tho ground. "I'll shadow him," said tho mar shal to himself. Tho tramp slouched along down tho shady sido of the street until he reached tho depot. Here he paused' and took a seat on the platform. "Hello, there!" said the marshal as he came up. "You must move on." Tho man thus rudely spoken to turned a weary face towards the officer. It was not a very cioan face and it bore traces of care. But it was not a bad face nor a very-old face. On tho contrary, it was rather frank and youthful. All this the marshal took in, but he had his ordets and he had to carry them out. Blue Rock had passed an ordinance subjecting all tramps to 30 days' imprisonment at hard labor. "What are you doing here?" asked tho officer roughly. "I am looking for work,"was the re ply. "Who are you and where are you from?" "I am a gcntlemnn,"snid the tramp wearily. "A gentlemanl" shouted the mar shal. "You look like one. What is your namo and where are you from?" The wayfarer put his hand to his head and a puzzled look cameoverhis face. "I would give anything to be able to answeryour questions," he said, 'but I can't answer for I do not know." At this nstounding reply, the mar shal raised his baton. "None of your chaff," he growled. "Now. I'll give you ono chance. You must march out of town or I'll ran you in." Tho stranger evidently understood the meaning of the threat. He leaped from his seat with a frightened look, and without a word walked off down the railroad track. "He's been arrested before," said the officer thoughtfully. "No doubt he's been in a dozen jails. Well, so lie leaves here it is all right." Two hours later tho guardian of the peace found his tramp occupying his former seat on the depot platform. "Now, you muHt come with me," said the marshal, angrily. Ho seized the lounger by one hand and jerked him up. The prisoner made no resistance. He looked reproachfully at his cap tor, and started off with him without a word. At Blue Rock justice was always swift, although perhaps it was a little crude. In less than an hour the tramp was convicted and locked up in the stock ade, where ho was set to work break ing rock. Tne prisoner's obstinacy in assert ing that ho had forgotten his name and former place of abode made tho petty village officials very mad, and the poor fellow was put to work at harder tasks than usual. As the weeks rolled on it was no ticed that the prisoner displayed no resentment or impatience. He went about his work cheerfully and with out a complaint. ,., , When tho prisoner's'term was out tho first man he met after his release was the marshal. "Get out of the town right away," was the officer's advice. . "But I want to stay here," said the tramp. "I want work, nnd I like the place." "You are a blank fool to want to stay in this town," replied the other, "and it will be my duty to an est you again if you don't leave. So march!" The unfortunate wretch made no further appeal He limped olf slowly, and wassoon out of sight. Later in the day the marshal passed by the depot and saw a spectacle that mnde him open his eyes. The tramp wac on the platform, and the superintendent was talking to him. "Come here," said the pnperintend ent to the marshal, "and tako this vagabond oil!" There was nothing to do but to make the arrest. A speedy conviction followed, and the luckless victim was again sent to the stockade for thirty days. At last the month came to an end and the prisoner was turned out. This time the marshal marched him beyond the town limits and left him. "He has too much sense to come back," reported the marshal to the Mavor. "We may havo been too hard on him," responded tho Mayor. "I sometimes think ho is wrong in the head." "Well, it is too late to talk about it," said tho other, and the conversa tion ended. The tramp did not turn up again that day nor the next. The worthy marshal began to be worried and the Mayor was a little uneasy. Bluo Rock was such a small place that a nensation was always welcome, nnd the unknown prisoner had been the talk of the town for six ty days. "He's hiding in the woods, and will slip in here some night and burn the town," said one. This idea found great favor, and that night the villagers found it diffi cult to sleep. On tho following day there was a railway excursion to a point of inter est forty miles away, and everybody of any consequence in the town went along. The Mayor and Council, the superintendent ot the depot and oven the marshal joined tho party. Tho return trip was made after dark, and tho train sped along at a fearful rate of speed. The excursionists were all in a jolly humor and were at the height of their festivities when the frightful shrieking of tho locomotive whistle startled everybody. Tho train came to a full stop, and among thoso who rushed out were tho Mayor and Marshal of Bluo Rock. At the head of the train they found the engineer and conductor talking with a man who held one hand on his side, from which the blood was streaming. "Great God! It is our tramp!" ex claimed the Marshal. "You aro right," Baid the Mayor. "My poor fellow, what isthematter?" Tho tramp fell in a fainting fit be fore ho could answer tho question. "You Bee," said the engineer, "this man was tramping through the woods when ho came to the track and found two train wreckers tampering with tho railB. Well, this tramp, or what ever he is, jumped on tho two scoun drels like a tiger. Ho disabled ono of them, but tiie other stabbed him in the side nnd ran away. So he built a fire on tho track, and as Boon as I saw it I stopped the train." Just then several passengers came up with tho wounded wrecker, whe had been seriously injured by the tramp. The villain ovidently thought that ho was mortally wounded, for ho mado a full confession. "I think," said the Blue Rock May or, "that we owe a debt of gratitude to our preserver. Many men in this fix would not have turned over a hand to 3ave us." Tho tramp opened his eyes and smiled faintly. "Did you know we were on the tram?" asked the marshal. "Oh, yes; I saw you when you went up tho road this morning, and I hung about here because I saw those two chaps acting suspiciously on tho track." "Come, now, who are you and where is your home?" asked tho mar shal. "I am a gentleman. I havo forgot ten my namo and all about things that happend years ago. I can tell you nothing moro." "By George!" said tho Mayor, "I be lievo ho tells the truth." "Wo must take him to Blue Rock and care for him,"said one of tho party. "He shall havo the freedom of the town and the beat there is in it." "Thank you," said tho tramp, with a smile. "I am satisfied now." A spasm of pain contracted his fea tuies. A gasp, a fluttering of the breath and the unknown was dead! Tramp or gentleman? Who was he and what lay back ol his misfortunes? These wero the questlous the Blue Rock excursionists asked each other on their way home. A Village Girl's Success. At one of the large Delmonico balls in New York, tho other night, a very pi etty little woman, whoso gorgeous custume of white velvet and pearls was much talked of, was a continual source of interest to the philosophical visitor. She represented the idea of evolution. Six years ago Bhe lived in a small village wherein is an old-fashioned college. She was then sixteen years old, extremely prutty in a doll-baby fashion and quite a belle among the college boye. One of them was the son of one of the richest men in this country. One warm spring day there was ft foot, race in which this boy ran He was sunstruck and tho wise moth er of the pretty girl had him carried to their house. Within three hours' time his father was wired that he was dying, nnd before the father got there thing3 had been so worked that the boy had pressed for what he thought a death-bed marriage Mademoiselle was made a mndnme. On the arrival of the father with two of the best known doctors from New York, the sunstroke pronounced eo fatal by the village physician was not only said to be curable by tho New York doctors, but also one that would see him nil right in ten days or two weeks. The father positively refused to acknowl edge the marriage, believing that his Bon had been entrapped. Here they were husband and wife, sixteen and nineteen. The boy had a small sum of money that had been left him by an uncle, bo later in the season they came down to New York nnd went to n boarding house. The sixteen-year-old wife had the shrewd ness of a woman of fifty. The boy's name was the same as his father's. We will say that it was William Hor ace Black, but that he had always been called Horry. Now, madam had her cards engraved Mrs. William H. G. Black, Jr., and never called her husband by anything but his first name. The boy went on Wall street and as the trouble in the family had been kept quiet, men supposed that he was bjeing backed by his father, and in a year's time he made enough mon ey to set up an establishment of his own. The social world heard every where of his charming wife, called on her, and in time tier mother-in-law was saluted wherever she went with congratulations as to the charm of tiie girl her son had married, and peo ple talked about what a pleasure she must be to her, until the situation grew to be a very trying one, and in his heart of hearts, chuckling over the wit of the girl, tho old gentleman rec ognized the prodigal "flon, after he made a fortune, and now everything goes on swimmingly. There is a beau tiful country place, a lovely town bouse, a magnificent turn-out, the fin est gowns from Worth, and entree to the most exclusive sets, and with it all an air of having always been in them belonging to this pretty little in triguante of a New England village. Who is she? And why will people per sist in saying that all worldly knowl edge is confined to the cities? St. Tatrlck wna duly celehrnted by the Irixh ol St. Paul, Minneapolis and other large cities. Tho Yankee Girl's Choice. From tho rortlnnd Sunday Welcome. Residing on tho Clocknmns River, in Clackamas county, Oregon, is a good old qunkcr couple, whoso pretty daughter, with her "there'' and "thous" and chasto stylo of dressing, has been moro thoroughly admired than any ono for miles around. The fameof her beauty was not confined to tho immediate neighborhood of her father's farm, but had reached the ears of a stalwart young stonecutter of this city, named Stafford, and also the auriculars of a gay young rail road engineer, named Morgan. Both fell in love with the modest girl at first sight, the parents objecting to Stafford, who is a Catholic, while the daughter manifested a slight prefer enceforhim. To make along story Bhort, Stafford was so dovoted in his attentions that, unknown to the parents, ho succeeded in engaging him self to tho object of his ndoration.aud gave her $100 with which to purchase a few necessary articles of wearing apparel. This reaching the tnther's ears, he sent for Stafford and Morgan the latter appearing upon the scene accompanied by two friends nnd with his pretty daughter met them nil in his little parlor. The feelings of the rivals can weir bo imagined when the blunt old Quaker announced to his daughter that her two admirers were before her, and that although he preferred the engineer, lie would leave tho choice of her future husband entirely to her. The poor girl burst into tears, nnd it coulct bo plainly Been by tho tumul tuous heaving of her bosom that a great struggle was going on between filial devotion on ono side and love for tho choico of her young heart on. the other. Pending the decision. Stafford and Morgan hardly daied raise their eyes from tho carpet. At last, with a mighty effort nnd a voico full of tears, the young Quakeress sobbed tho name of Stafford, and gently put her hand in his. Morgan accepted the situation like a sensible fellow, nnd, with his friends, left tho house sans ccremonie. A Feature of the National Capital that Surprises Euro pean Visitors. "There "is one thing that surprises me about America and especially about Washington," said an English gentleman, "mid that is the feeling oi absolute safety which seems to per vade the atmosphere in all directions. I refer moro particularly to tho condi tion of your treasury. By tho cour tesy of the officials I was shown, through the vaults, where alrqost countless millions of silver are stored, and I was allowed tho privilege even of entering the innermost recesses of the strong rooms where your publio funds aro stored, and there were no guards but the clerks employed there. "Then, too, I noticed in passing tho treasury building one night that all was as quiet as a grave. A few glim mering lights in some of the windows showed me that there was an occasional watchman inside of the building, but there was no sign on the outside to show that any precaution had been taken to prevent a' whole sale robbery. The Bank of England, which is the great depository of rho r-ioy of London, and is, perhaps, the financial institution of tiio world, is conducted on far different principles. Every night a visitor who happens to bo in the neighborhood of Thread needle street will find a squad of soldiers from the barracks in tho West End filling down to tako their position as the night watch. These men are kept on duty from ths timo the bank closes until it reopens on tho following day. They aro posted at all sections, and pace tho streets surrounding the bank with a regulari ty ol sentrie3 around a camp. I do not know but that your system is far more attractive to a foreigner, al though the absence of everything mil itary here is.extremely strange to one familiar with what your politicians term the efleto monarchies of Europe. Washington Special to tho Indian apolis Journal. A Canine Conscience. "Tell you another dog story? Let me pee;" and the invalid doctor lifted his lame leg into a chair and scratched his head. "I never told you about old Pedro. Ho was the special friend of all the children in tho neighborhood and had a most remarkable memory. He was a water spaniel, with a big head, long ears, and a kind face; was fat, lazy, and perfectly harmless. Tho children used him tor a foot stool, sat on him, dressed him in gay calico, pinned his shaggy ears back with burdock burn, aird he seemed to like their flfol ics immcnsely. Onfc summer an ordi nance waspassed by the village trus tees requiring a,ll dogs tujs'imizzlcd. Pedto was instendt.fasti'pVd 'with ay peculiarly made pjyrjn, which had once done service in a'suetion pump. It was not heavy, but one would never forget the odd shape of its links. A IioIh wan cut through the side of a. workshop,and tho chain was fastened with a strong staple to a joist, which was exposed when the hole was tut. Pedro was a very unwilling prisoner for a week, when ono morning he was found lying on tho doorstop collar, chain and staple gone. He had gnaw ed the staple out and had pulled the collar over his head. ione oi nis fastenings could bo found high or low. Two years afterward thp chain and collar were dug out of a pile of ashes in the far back end of the lot. The diggers knew that Pedro had buried them. They whistled and ho soon came bounding to the spot, expecting lun of 8omokind. The diggers pointed to the chain. Pedro looked down at it, smelled of it, dropped his tail be tween his lees, cowered and whined piteously for mercy, knowing his guilt was found out at last.and expecting no mercy. Did ho get whipped? Not much. He cot a big shank bone to gnaw, and tiie children wanted to givo him a medal. 1 V K- f A
