Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190?, June 26, 1896, Image 5
br v X i?r 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.