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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
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
" '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.
"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
"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
"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."
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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.
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
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
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
"I am a gcntlemnn,"snid the tramp
"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
"I would give anything to be able
to answeryour questions," he said,
'but I can't answer for I do not
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
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
At Blue Rock justice was always
swift, although perhaps it was a little
In less than an hour the tramp was
convicted and locked up in the stock
ade, where ho was set to work break
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
"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
"Come here," said the pnperintend
ent to the marshal, "and tako this
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
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
"We may havo been too hard on
him," responded tho Mayor. "I
sometimes think ho is wrong in the
"Well, it is too late to talk about
it," said tho other, and the conversa
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
"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
"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
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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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
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.
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