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THE END OF THE ROAD.
BY EMMA LYNDON.
He came into the composing-room
one afternoon, nearly exhausted from
a long walk of twenty-five miles Binco
morning, and wet and cold with tho
dismal rain and sleet that was falling
outside.
He did not present an attractive ap
pearance a face that neeeded both
shaving and washing, browned by
constant exposure and a' pair of
great eyes that looked hungrily
around the strange rooms as if in
eearch of something he never found; a
coat that might once have graced the
form of a gentleman of leisure prob
ably contributed by some "dude"
printer in a philanthropic mood, but
which had lone since lost the,last trace
of respectability an old slouch hat,
battered by wind and wheather, and
hard usage, like its owner.
No one could have told, or even
guessed with any degrea of accuracy,
the man'p age. He may have been fit,
ty or thirty-live years old. No mat.
ter no one cared sufficiently to in.
quire or wonder. Ho walked slowly
across the room, stopping at last to
watch dreamily the dett fingers of one
of the printers who was distributing
his case for the night's work.
The worker slanced over his shoul
der at another man who sat behind
him, saying indiflierently:
"Here you are, slug seven."
Slug seven, who had evidently been
longing for a, "sub," threw himself
carelessly off his stool, depositing a
dozen lines of type on the stone,
and turning to tho stranger, said:
"Want to work? Jump on to that
case."
The tramp hesitated only a second
murmuring something about being
tired; then wearily took off his shabby
coat, exposing to view a shirt which
had no original color, and vest
equally grimy and dilapidated. But
when once at work, sending the type
hither and thither in the process of
distribution, the weary look on his
face grew a trifle less perceptible, and
an occasional smile lurked in the cor
ner of his mouth at the jokes that
went around the room.
Outside, the November sleet beat
acainst windows, and the streets weie
almost deserted. Within tho com-
fiosing-room all was life and fun and
auphter; merry talk mixed with the
click, click of type from a hundred
fineers.
Thoughtless,' light-hearted workers,
earning' their money deftly and swift
ly, and managing to be "dead broke"
each week as payday came around.
Where did you work last?" asked
' a young fellow who stood beside the
tramp.
"In Philadelphia," he answered,
stopping his work for a moment.
"But that was two weeksago, haven't
had any work since.'5
"That's hard luck." carelessly.
"We fellows are used to that," with
a littlie bitter laugh.
"Pretty tired, aren't you?" said
"slug seven," walking up and noticing
the weary look In his "sub'B" face.
"Yes; and I have a pain between
my shoulders that cut like a knife. I
must work to-night, though," turning
away to pick up" a handful of type,
A tall, heavy-built man stalked in
to the room at this juncture. He
glanced sharply at the new man, tak
ing in his general outside appearance
in one swift look, from the brown, un
shaven face to the shabby sbi.es that
scarcely concealed his feet. A sudden
hush fell upon the noisy crowd. The
business manager of the concern was
not inclined to encourage levity. lie
walked over to the foreman's table,
whispered something in his ear and re
ceived the answer.
"He's all light: a little rough-looking,
but a printer is a printer we're
three frames short tonight."
The business manager walked out,
aft which the jokes and general free
dom of speech were resumed.
Six o'clock sounded from the differ
ent city shop-bells, the whistles blew,
the old composing-room clock clanged
V out six sharp notes. The olfico was
f nearly deserted. The tramp lingered,
looking with a tr o compositor's
pride at the heaped-np case out of
which he might "pull a good string."
if he w ere not so tired, and that old
pain in his shoulders were not quite
so sharp, though almost taking his
breath at. times.
"It looks as if I would have to wait
till lunch-time for my supper, but it's
a low: time till 12 o'clock to-night,"
he said to himself, as he walked over
to the sink to wash up. No one had
seemed to notice that he must need
food that he would be obliged t.o
bunk under his case in the
waste-box, or press-room anywhere
fc for want of ft little money
to proem i a lodging outside. None
of tho smart yonng printers who held
regular caes on that enterprising
6heet could be expected to take to
their respectable boarding places a
man so dirty and uncouth-looking as
this tramp. Even if their hearts
Srompted any such action, tho fear of
eing snubbed by their landladies for
the generous deed overruled all
thought iii that direction.
At half past-six oneof the men com
ing into the room (onnd the "sub"
seated on a stool, jesting one arm
on his case, his hand covering his eyes.
As ho did not look up the man spoke
" with pkasant indifference.
"Been out to supper?"
"No." in a choked voi:e, "J am
dead broke."
. "You must havo some supper," said
his questioner, "you will not be nble
to work to-night. You are nearly tir
ed out now. I imagine."
"Oh, no, I can work I muet work
to-night."
The man made no answer, but leav
ing the room, returned presently with
a lunch from a baSery.
"Here, my man, this will setyouup
till lunch-time, when tho boys will give
you a bite, no doubt."
"Thank you," ho answered, the
tears coming into his eyes Immedi
ately looking n little ashamed of it.
"What a fool I am," he said, as ho
was again left alone, with only the
tick of tho great clock and the gliding
cockroaches for company.
At seven o'clock tho forco were on
hand readv for work. No iokes now,
but each man buckled down to the
task before him, anxious to do his
host. Tho UBiial amount of "working
the hook" was indulged in; no one
hesitated to "soldier" a little, for n
fat take of editorial or a cut which
would measure eight hundred. All
but tho tramn his ambition scorned
to bo on the decline, as tho hours
rolled by. Once his partner who
stood next to him said in an under
tone, as ho walked to his placo with ft
dash rule take.
"Pull out, tho next is a head and
twelve leads."
But the "sub" could not "pull out."
The letters refused to come to his
hand with their customary readiness.
Twice in succession he "pied" ft line,
and once ho struggled full fifteen min
utes in tho process of "making oven."
"You must bo rattled," his neighbor
said, laughing at him quietly.
"A little nervous, I guess," ho an
swered, saying nothing of tho dreadful
weakness and weariness that was
stealing over him, while tho old, sharp
pain never relaxed i t steady,distress
ing hold.
At lunch time ho cuuld eat nothing,
although tho boys were profuse in
their offers to share with him. "I am
not hungry," he said. The very words
choked him; tho food would havo
done the same.
Work was resumed, but tho tramp
was not with the rest. Ho would go
out for a breath ot fresh air, ho said,
but he did not return.
"I guess slug seven's 'sub' has jump
ed his cases,." remarked one of the
men to the foreman; he went out at
lunch time for a breath of fresh air ho
said."
"Or a drink," remarked another.
"No mattir, thirty is on tho hook."
Click, . click, went the typo in the
sticks. The sleepy galley boy was
roused for his last task that night;
the last form went rattling down tho
elevator to the press-room, and still
the "sub" did not return.
"Gone to look for lodgings, per
haps," laughed one, as tho gang stood
around the sink, each waiting his turn
at the soap and water and mourning
towel.
"He'll find them in the city haH; he
looks like a rough customer," said an
other. "A very quiet sort of fellow, I
thought," said them an who had work
ed beside him. "He was sick and
tired; all he wants is a good night's
rest."
"And a clean shirt."
"And a shave."
"Oh, come now, hoys; you may be
on the road yourselves, yet, and look
as rough as this man."
"Not while I can stand off the bar
ber and the tailor," was the answer.
But tho tramp where was he? A
little bewildered by tho change from
the lights of the composing-room to
the dimly-lighted street, he stood for
a moment, pcarcely knowing where he
was.
The fire of fever was in his eyes, the
flush of lever in his rough cheeks; his
head felt heavy and his heart bound
ed against his side tumuituously.
He walked slowly down the Btreet,
farther and farther, turning here and
there, heedlessly going he knew not
where in anv direction to eecano
Imt ringing in his ears, and the terri-
uie pain mat ciuicueu :il every
breath.
The city lights rew farther apart
the brick blocks iaded away into
quiet country roads. Still he walked
on until, half unconscious he sank be
side the wav, and could go no farther.
The shabby hat ftll back from his
head, revealing a forehead broad and
high; the great, sad eyes gazed up in
an unseeing way at the moon that
drifted overhead, and looked down at
him pityingly from its fight through
heavy clouds.
Then between his face and the night
sky there crept a picture. A long, low,
vine-covered house a porch in front
where n woman stOwd, one hand on
thehead of a boy a slender, pale-faced
lad, with, great" sad eyeB. She kissed
his lips, and held his hand and mur
mured blessings on her child as he left
her standing alone beneath the vines
and climbing roses.
Then another scene drifted through
the dulled and weary brain, A place
where mirth and wine and revelry rap
high, and one there the gayest- of the
gay a man with a pa'e face and sad
eys, belying his own nature by tha
wordB he uttered. A messenger at the
door a telegram thrust into his
hands "Your mother is dead" then
followed a. blank.
The moon waded through an inter
vening tflcud, and by its light the dy
ing man saw still another picture.
.Wrapped in the robes that angels
wear, descending to his side in the
track of a quhering ray of moonlight,
she came his mother." She lifted his
head to her breast, the weary head
that had misled caressing so long; she
pressed her lips t his. and the
kiss went like new wine to his very
heart, bhe touched with her- soft
fingers his tired eyes, and they closed
in a long and " undisturbed sleep,
never to open again till the last
trump sounds through the startled
bki'g.
No more weary miles; no more days
hunger and loneliness and cold. Rest,
perfect rest, for feet and hand and
heart and brain,
Rotation of crops baflles, in a
measure, the root-enemies, both in
sect and fungus, that prey upon them.
Each plant has its own peculiar
enemies, nnd changing of plants re
moves them to fields unoccupied by
such enemies. This is true of tho en
emies of the above-ground growth of
plants to an important degree.
E.N. Thomas, an employe In the pot
olllce at Washington, hua been arrested
tor appropriating money to his awn use.
Few Actresses Are Pretty In
Private
There is Lotla, says a writer in tho
Now York York Press, fascinating as
n whito kitten on the stage, who
would rccognizo her in tho red-headed,
frecklod-faco little woman black-berry-ing
in a calico dress, tin pail in hand,
that you meet in the woods about
Lako George? Ellen Terry? Ono
would know her anywhere, to bo sure.
Still, a tall figure with a boundingstep
might brush by on Oxford street or
Piccadilly before you realized that tho
rough Newmarket and somewhat bat
tered hat was worn by a woman
whoso beauty people forget to ques
tion and who leaves her paint pots in
the theator dressing-room.
We own Miss Terry a good deal. She
is tho only actress of fame who does
not insist on telling, through public
advertisements, what make of powder
she prefers and whoso perfume goes on
her handkerchief. Neither does she
lend her face to tho soap maker or
tobacconist, nor her characteristic
autograph to anybody's balm or lo
tion. We, too, havo been spared a
catalogue ot her body-linen. To this
day an admiring public is ignorant as
to whether its petactress wears silk
or woolen next her skin. Neither has
she conjured us in the magic name Of
Worth or Pingat. Yet who could wish
her to dress her part-differently.
The stars who. in 'the detective light
of the sun, are handsome are' exceed
ingly rare. Tho two, most noted exV
amples are Mary Anderson and Mrs.
Latmtry. Tho latter is fast lesing her
line lines and freshness, but her ex
quisite dressing docs something to
deaden tho sense of loss At least it
distracts, the eye.
Mary Anderson is always a hand
somo woman, and this is largely due to
the fact that she has a complexion
moro English than American in its
bloom. She is careful almost to pre
cision in her toilet, and if seen in a
neglige it is certain to be both elegant
and becoming.
The Worship of Wonderful
Springs,
Popular Sclenco Monthly lor March.
From tho most remote timo the
beneficent springs that jet from the
interior of tho earth have excited the
gratitude and admiration of men
Like the sea and rivers they havo been
deified by tho peoples of tho Indo
European family, and tho worship
that hasj boen given to them, and the
fables with which superstition has in
vested them, express tho degree to
which popular imagination has been
struck by their mysterious origin, their
inexhaustible flow and their secret
properties. Tho Greeks attributed to
tho fountain of Dodona, in Epirus.the
faculty of discovering hidden truths
and uttoring oracles. The fountain
of Egeria was supposed to possess tho
same power, and was entrusted to
the guardianship of the Vestal Vir
gins. Tho fountains ot Castalia, on
the flank of Parnassus, of Hippo
crene, near Helicon, were believed to
communicate the pootic spirit.
The Gauls had Bpecial veneration
for tho springs to which they went in
search of health. The old romances of
chivalry in their fancies of a fountain
of youth, where spent forces and lost
charms could be recovered. were only
reproducing a myth of old Greece.
Tho perennial nature of springs,
which was for a long time regarded as
a sacred mystery, was also their most
striking characterist'c to those who
sought to explain it without reference
to religion and poetry. According to
Aristotle's idea, which was adopted
by Seneca and prevailed till the six
teenth century, "the interior of the
earth contains deep cavities and much
air, which must necessarily be cooled
there. Motionless mid stagnant it is
not long m being converted into wa
ter by a metamorphosis like that
which, in the atmosphere, produces
rain drops. That thick shadow, that
eternal cold, that condensation which
is disturbed by no movement, are the
always subsisting and incessantly act
ing causes of the transmutation of air.
Women in Russia.
From n, Moscow Letter.
The women in Russia do two-thirds
of tho work in the country. There
are immense wheat, oat and hay
fields'every where, and in August there
is great activity in tho country. Tne
large majority of persons at work are
women. They wear short dresses,
plain and straight, and a long piece hi
cloth over' their heads like Aralul.
The wheat is sown broadcast, and iU
not ctitfby the women with sickles, is
harvested with the old-fahioivd
scythe, which is a two-pound sneau
and a broad, short bladn. From tho
snead up to the handle there is a
wooden bow, something like in ap
pearance, the half of the heavy bar
rel hoop. This bow keeps the wlina.-,
etc., from falling hack over the scythe
handle and scattering. I have never
yet seen tho man who would derm
to gather up, bind and stack the
wheat or oats when once it was felled.
The women must do this while the
men do the "gentlemanly" work, al
though I have seen many women cut
ting grain with the scythe. The neigh
bors club together in harvest and
help one another. A Russian harvest
ing rendezvous is quite lively and is
tho ecene of a motley crowd. The
old men and young, boys nnd girls.
with their mothers, grandmothers
and aged women assemble at day
break. There are a number of horses
on which are carried water, food and
extra implements. Tho horses the
boys and ui"ii ride, while the old wom
en walk. They always carry the
scythes, forks and rakes back and
forth every day and work ns long as
there is daylight, and since it is day
break at 3 a. in. and not dark until
half past nine p. m., the hours of la
bor are long ones.
HOW JOHN PROPOSED.
"Dear me, I know ho is just ready
to say it, and I can't bco why he
doesn't say It." And pretty Mary
BraWook puckered up her lips into
tho sweetest of all pouts, and piled
her needle' moro rapidly than over
"It does seem to mo very strnngo,"
she added after a brio! pause, "that a
groat big man should bo so timid
about saying ho loved a girl. Dear
me, it's enough to aggravate ft girl in
to taking advantngo of"
And Mis Mary blushed rosily and
finished tho Bcntenco with ft hysterical
laugh.
Mary Branwood was just at this
moment thinking of John Walker
who for tho paBt two years had been
her escort upon every posslblo occa
sion. For a long tlmo each had look
ed upon the other with expressive
eyes, and, though tho gossips of that
part of Harlem looked upon tho end
ing of their courtship as a settled
matter, John had not. asked tho all
important question. Mary's woman
ly intuition prompted tho thought
that ho had been trying to voice tho
lovo he bo often displayed, but his
natural bnshtulness seemed an insur
mountable barrier.
So MiSs Mary sat that February
atternoon in her chair, briskly rock
ing to add fro. Tho afternoon was
hearly gone and the girl was impa
tiently waiting for 8 o'clock, whon tho
bashful John would arrive to take her
to tho class in vocal music at tho
church. Her heart beat faster as the
moments sped. Her rosy cheeks
flushed more deeply as her mind dwelt
upon the possible form of a question
that she felt must soon be asked. She
knew there would bo nothing roman
tic about John's asking her, for she
was sure ho would do so in a blun
dering way. Tho thing that troubled
her most was that after ho really did
muster up sufficient courage, her long
knowledge of his purpose would pro
vent her showing a proper amount of
surprise and embarrassment. Sho
knew she would blush, but sho hoped
it would bo so deep a blush that John
could not fail to seo it.
She started suddenly and her face
flushed with a feeling that thero was a
tinge of immodesty and hypocrisy in
her train of thoughts. She felt guilty
of being immodest in thinking of pro
posing herself and of hypocrisy in hop
ing she would blush as though sho had
not expected tho question. Her
thoughts annoyed her, and failing to
drive tnem away as plie sat sowing,
site laid down her work and busied
herself cleaning up the room.
When both hands of the clock reach
ed 8 the light ring of the door bell told
her of John's arrival. As ho entered
it could be seen that though his youth
ful face was suffused with blushes thero
was an unmistakable air of manliness
about him. When his brown eyes
looked into Mary's sho felt so Htrong
and confident that her half-uttered
thoughts during tho afternoon of tak
ing advantage of the season to render
a little assistance came to her, and a
moment later she was oppressed with
the thought if he had asked her then
she really would not have blushed.
Then she tried to drive away the
thought with a mighty effort as
her old feeling of immodesty and hy
procrisy came toher, and the criniion
flush covered her'fnce as she oaw that
John was trying to say something.
A few minutes later tho two were
carefully walking alonp the icy side
walk in the direction of tho church.
They discussed the weather and every
thing in connection with the singing
school until they reached the church
and then they both joined heartily in
tho exercises. Mary sang exceedingly
well., John was equally successful un
til they sang the strain:
'"We Bhare our mutual woos,
Our mutual buriljns hear."
Then It suddenly dawned upon him
how easy it would be to say, "Mnry,
let us share our mutual woes," and
ho couldn't dismiss it from his mind
all the evening. Every now and then,
to his great embarrassment, he got
out of tune. To maku matters worse
tho professor noticed it eacli time,
and, in a kindly tone, offered a sug
gestion which increased John's con
fusion. There was no ono in tho class
gladder than John when 0:510 enmo
and he and Mary stepped out into
the moonlight to go home. They
picked their way along the sidewalk
slowly, cautiously, and in silence.
John did not speak for two reasons.
He was oppressed with the thought
that he had been particularly stupid
during the whole evening, and he was
repeating the sentence, "Mary, let us
bhare our mutual woes," so that
when they stood beneath the light in
the parlor he could put his arm
around her and say it without blun
dering. Mary wa9 silent with expecta
tion." How brief a sentence would have
made them supremely happy!
John's absent mindedness served
to distract his attention from the icy
walk more than he should have
allowed, and no less than a half a
dozen times Mary's feet slipped, but
each time Bhe found herelt borne up
by her sturdy lover. Each slip was
accompanied with a little shriek, and
when Bhe was again safe her soft laugh
was nni3ic to him.
A croup of boys pulling a sled turn
ed the corner ahead and dashed past
them. Mary turned her head to
glance after them. Her foot slipped,
a little shriek, and she was down.
But the wasn t alone. In tailing sho
had mannged to knock John's feet
from under him. nnd hr had fallen to.
Each scrambled to rise quickly and
their heads came together with a
sound bump.
John was in the throes of mortifica
tion upon his awkardness, when
Mary said naively as he helped her to
her feet:
"We seem to be sharing our mutual
woes."
He was amazed. The very sentence
he had been saving for under tho gas
light! Before he could tako advan
tage of his present opportunity, how
ever, Mary seemed to realizo that she
had been immodest, nnd she walked
on, as it determined that ho should
reap no advantage from her remark.
John mado several eilorts to recall
tho opportunity, but was battled
every tune. Then ho determined to
wait until they stood beneath thogas
light, but when they reached tho parlor
tho light seemed to burn moro bright
ly than over before, and his courage
departed. Onco ho mado an effort,
but tho first word that passed tits lips
was "woes," nnd tho consciousness
that ho was blundering caused him to
blush and pause belore trying again.
But a sweet "What were you going to
say?" completed his embarrassment,
and he answered "Nothing," nnd in
despair prepared to go.
A moment later, as they stood nt
tho parlor door exchanging the last
words, and ns John's hand was on tho
knob, Mary turned her blue eyes to
him and said with a laugh:
"You'll be sure to get homo without
falling, for you'll havo no one to drag
you down."
John's faco crimsoned. Ho was
about to protest sho hadn't dragged
him down, when ho thought of his
lost opportunity after they had fall
en. He had a feeling that tho sen
tence he had been trying to say all
ovening would be singularly importu
nato now, but ho was determined not
to looo another chance. Despite that
feeling and in sheer desperation ho
gasped:
"Mary, let us woes our mutual
shares always."
Mary looked puzzled. For a mo
ment she didn't grasp tho purport of
tho misquoted sentence. When it
dawned upon her a Hood ot crimson
passed over ho face, her eyes fell, and
she whispered, "Yes."
And John, with his nowly acquired
courage, put his arms around her nnd
drew her to his brenBt. Then John
was at peace, and Mary was perfectly
happy. Tho question had been ask
ed and answered, nnd sho had fitting
ly blushed, besides waiving tho privi
lege of leap year.
Mrs. Surrntt'H Prosecutors
nnd
Defenders.
Philadelphia Times.
I seo that a sensation has been
created relativo to Mrs. Bnrratt at
this late day by the announcement
that a monument will bo erected over
her reninins, and that Brick Pomeroy,
who believes that she was murdered,
is engineering tho movement. "Pom
eroy points to tho fact that all tho
members of tho military commission
that condemned Mrs. Surrattto death
are dead except Holt, and that ho, re
siding in tho suburbs of Washington,
is almost crazed, and that tho majori
ty oft hope who nro dead committed
suicide, a proof, he claims, that they
saw the injustice of the sentence."
Tho niuiable Pomeroy is entirely mis
taken, and his statements are not
only wild but untrue. Maj-Gcn.
David M. Hunter was tho president
of thatconimission; Gen. Iew Wallace,
our late Minister to Turkey, was an
other. So was General Augustus V.
Kantz, tho noted cavalry leader.
Gen, James- A. Klein, of the Quarter
master's Department of tho Army, Al
bion P. Howe, Robert S. FoRter and
ThOmns M. Harris, and Cols. Chas. II.
Thompkins and D. R. CU-iidchim were
members. These men composed tho
commission that tried and condemned
Mrs. Surratt to death along witli the
other conspirators. A majority of
them are still in the land of the living,
nnd are noted men. Those who havo
passed over to the other shoro did not
dio by their own hands. Ex-President
Johnson passed away "like ono who
wraps the drapery of his couch about
him and lies down toplensantxlrcaniH."
Judge Advocate-General Holt, who
conducted tho prosecution, lives in
Wngliington city, a few doors from the
Capitol building, lleifihnleand hearty,
vigorousin intellect, and good for many
years to come, though I should judge
that ho had passed his three score
years and ten. Hon. John A. Bing
ham, assistant Judge Advocate-General,
whom Ben. Butler ufu to twit so
unmercifully on tho floor of the Hoiu-e
of Representatives for "hanging an in
nocent woman," is on his return from
Japan, where lie has been tho Ameri
can minister, for upwards of ten years.
I do not know of the whereabouts ol
the other assistant, Col. H. L. Bur
nett of Indiana.
Let us pee about some of tho othet
noted characters m that famous State
trial of twenty years ago. Reverdy
Johnson, of Maryland, ex-attorney-general
and senntor, and afterwnvd
minister to hngiaud, lent his eloquent
voice in behalf of Mm. Surratt, assist
ed by Col. Fred, A. Aiken and John L.
Clninpitt. The latter is the only one
living of that famous trio. Johnhon
died full of honors. Aiken became a
noted journalist in Washington.
He died Middenly a few year
ago, and was laid away in benutilul
Oak Hill cemetery by his breth
ren of the prcs on New Year's day.
Gen. Tom Ewiiig, of Kauris and Ohio,
the cousin of James G. Blaine, wah
count-el for Arnold and O'Luughlin,
who were pent to tho Dry Tortugas.
Walter S. Cox agisted him. He is now
a judge on tho bench of tho Supreme
Court of the District ot Columbia, and
the grinning assassin of another presi
dent was tried and condemned to
death in his court. Fred Stone, of
Maryland, a bitter pecepsionist lawyer,
defended Harold and Mudd. Hesnved
the neck of tho latter.' Mudd returned
from Dry Tortugas to his home in
Southern Maryland and became,
st range to say, a Republican in politics.
Ho died a few years ago. Doster, a
Philadelphia lawyer, tried to keep tho
rope away from the necks of Payno
and Atzerodt. Gen. Hancock was mas
ter of ceremonies on that tragic occa
sion, assisted by Gen. Hnrtrauft. They
arc still living, nnd are not crazed, and.
I presume lose no sleep in thinking of
the affair, hike good soldiers, thoy
obeyed orders.
The prince and prlnresn of Wnlew have
celebrated their mlver wedding. The )iiecn
nf Kiniliuul, tht king of Ilelsium, the lng
and quemi nt Denmark. Uk dnko ol Cam
bridge and Lord Salisbury wrro uinong the
many notables present.
WHAT WIIjTj YOU HAVE?
l'liilliic nt the Cnpltol VTsbttar and
Clay's TIppU,
Vnnlilngton Corrrspondencs Clareland
Lender.
Many of these committeo rooms at
tho Capitol contain during a session a
choice nrticlo of spirits, and the pres
ent Minister to Berlin, Mr. Pendleton,
was not averse to treating his friends
ol tho Sennto now nnd then. It used
to bo that thero was ft regular bar In
tho Capitol. This -bar was krioujn
vulgarly as "The Holo in tho Wall."
It wna situated between the Houseand
tho Senate, and atttClay and Webster
often drank. In deference to tho tem
perance sentiment this bar has been
long Binco nbolished, but liquor fssold
at tho Capitol ns much ns over, and
you ran get whisky straight in either
tho House or Senate restaurant by
merely asking for "cold tea."
It is said that drinking is decreasing
at Washington. I do not beliove this
to bo so. Fewer peoplo drink at tho
saloons, perhaps, but It has como to
bo that every public man has his cel
lars Btocked with wines nnd brandies,
and liquors aro sold by tho quantity
instead of by tho glass. All otthagro
cery stores at Washington keep largo
Btocks of liquors, from Murom's extra
dry champagne down to a very cheap
article of whisky, and you will find wino
stores in nearly every block. In no
city of tho United Stntes, except, .-per
haps, New Orleans, Is thero BOjnuch
wino drank in proportion toth.Q'popu
lation. Many families never sit: down
to a meal without having wino on the
table, and at a Washington hotel.whero
public men stop, it is tho vuUnto tako
a bottle of wino with yoii&.diniior.
Within tho last few years punch hns
become very popular at Washing
ton, nnd you will now find
n, big punch bowl at almost
every fapliionnble gathering. It is
quite an nrt to mako a fino Washing
ton punch, and it takes very little of
tho regular article to causo tho kneos
to quiver and tho head to swim. One
recino contains theingredients.wjhtsky,
rum, claret, champagne, sugar i and
lemons. A little water added to this,
and you havo a drink that will put an
old toper under tho tablo after .half
his usual allowance. Still thul stuff If
nivon to young men nnd maidens. Is
it any wonder that somo of them get
too much, and we havo such scenes
ns that of Stewart Castle last winter,
what Congressmen Holman's son in
sulted a young lady, and the half of
tho party were affected by their tip
ping? It was such punch as this that
started young Mnhone on a spree in
which ho attempted to shoot ono of
tho waiters at Welcker's, and it ts
this punch that will undoubtedly
creatw a scandal or two tho coming
season.
A great deal of beer ia drunk in
Washington, and many of those who
drink wine regulnrly at their meals
prefer a light article, such asclaret.
The man who drinks such as beer and
claret seldom becomes a drunkard, and
in those countries where cheap light
wines are staple, as Italy and Franco
for instance, you will find much less
drunkenness than in America orEng
land. There is a -good deal of differ
ence in tho United States as to drink
ing. Men from the North and Ease
and from California .drink winewhilo
those from tho West and South tako
whisky or beer. Kfhttiik'.aiss iisually
tako whisky straight, and Wiscou&ins
nro fond of their own Milwaukee lager.
Senators Fryo and Blair nreBaidtobe
tho only Senators who are teetotal
lers. Attorney General Garland likes
a good article of Bourbon. President
Cleveland drinks beer some
times, and of tho members of
the Lower House, few of them aro
averpo to a dram on the Bly. Tho
Speaker himself is a good judgo of li
quors, and ho often takes a bottle of
wine with his lunch. Both Cox and
Dorsheimer like good wine, and ex-di-ploniates,
such ns Hit t, of Illinois,
seldom ent without a bottle of wine at
their meals. Den LeFevredrinksbeer,
ami there aro a number of menrbers
who aro addicted to drinking hot wa
ter. There was a Congressman namlxi
Jadwin in the Forty-eovonth Congress
who never sat down ton meal without
having ateacup of hot waterplaced
betore him. Ho seusoned it with
cream and sugar and drank it as
other people do coffee. Congressman
Hatch, of Missouri, is also a hot wa
ter drinker, and Breckenridge, , ot- Ar
kansas, takes it with everymeal.
These not water drinkers advocate
tho practice as a cure for dyspepsia
and indigestion, and they say they be
come ns fond of the drink as of tea,
poflre or whiskev. -'
What is a "Strike?"
In an injunction case in Nebraska,
in which it was sought to compel cer
tain engineers to work in oppobltion
to their wishes Judge Dundy saidThere
was no law to compel the men" to
work when they desired to quit,' and
that alone seemed to be the object ol
the bill.
"If that bo the sole-object, '"said tho
court, "then this case has no business
here. I shall never order a man to
work against his will by injunction.
Such action would be inequitable, for
the reason that another reujedy exists
Bult for breach of "contract, when
ever the terms of the contruct as pro
scribed are not carried out."
This word "strike" is of modern
origin. The question is regarding its
legal definition, and on that the "case
may turn. If it means, and can bo
shown that its meaning in this case,
is a project to create a dUtucoance,
derail cars, and ditch trains, then the
court can order a writ of injunction
to restrain the' contemplated injury
nnd the charge of conspiracy is wel
taken. If. on the other hand, th
word in this case is Kynouomoiid witl
an intention of quitting work aiu
quietly walking out, I don't seo liov
this court is going to restrain this nc
tion. That's all there is in the caa.
ns it stands at present that I can see.
Richard McCarthy, or Rutland. D, T..
win killed nt Ilnrana. 10 milo west ol
that plate, on the St. l'nul. HiuniiilU ,t
Manitoba railway. While nttemptitij to
bonrd the truln vrlrila In uioti u hU leg was
cut ottat the kneenud hLiiII broken. He
lenvtb a wile nnd one child.