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W1EKVKNWO STAR.
Along the grassy slope I sit,
And dream ot otlier years;
My heart Is lull ot sott rpRrcts,
My cyesol tender tears.
The wild bees hummed nbout the npof
The sheep-bells tinkled tar,
Last yenr when Alice snt with mo
Beneath the evening Btur.
The same sweet stnr is o'er me now,
Around the. same, sott hours;
Hut Alice moulders In the dust
With nil the Inst year's flowers.
I sit alone, and only henr v
The wild bees on the steep,
And distant bells that seem to float
From out the folds of sleep.
Hiciuiui IIkniiv Stoduard.
FAME VERSUS LOVE.
BY FLOHKNCE KRVERK l'ENDAR.
"It cannot bo!"
Ab the3o words fell from Helen Arm
strong's lips she nrose from her sent
an old overturned boat nnd moved
slowly toward the water's edge.
For a moment her companion a
man of perhaps twenty-five hesitat
ed; then ho joined her, repeating:
"It cannot be, Helen? Stirelv you
are not in earnest. You lovo mc
have you not said it? and yet you
refuse to become my wife!"
"Edwin, I "
"You did not mean it," quickly in
terrupted Edwin Bennett, adding:
"Come, darling, why should we not bo
happy?" and he drew her hand within
his arm.
For an instant eho let it rest there,
then slowly but firmly she loosened
his clasp, as she said:
"For two years you and I have been
friends. In that time did you ever
know me to change my mind after I
had once decided upon anything?"
"No, but " answered her com
panion quickly, while she, unheeding,
goes on with:
"You know the one great desire of
my live is to win fame as an artist.
Could I do this as your wife?"
"Why not, Helen? Would I not do
anything in the world to help von?"
came the proud answer, as Edwin
Bennett bent his eyes fondly upon the
fair face beside him.
"No, Edwin; as a wife I could never
hope to attain fame. Marriage brings
to woman so many cares that there
is very little time left over for other
work. I should not make you happy.
I should bo constantly longing for my
old, free life."
"If that is all I am not afraid to
risk my happiness, Helen," answered
her lover, a more hopeful look lighting
up his handsome face.
"Think how for five years," con
tinued Helen, "I have worked with
the one end in view. My home, you
areawaic, has not been particularly
agreeable. Uncle and aunt are kind
in their way, and have always let me
have my will about paintinc. provid
ed it did not cost them anything. As
for love or sympathy, you have seen
how much they have yielded me."
"Seen and felt for you, Helen, God
knows. And now that I will make
your We, rf luvw rmrdtrir, uHtr nappy
dream, you will not; and vet you do
not deny your lovo for me.''
For a second Helen's eyes rested
longingly upon the face of the man
who loved her so dearly; then into
their dusky depths crept an intense,
fmssionatc longing, as they swept the
lorizon and noted the glorious splen
dor of tho setting sun, while she ex
claimed: Oh, Edwin! If I could only repro
duce that sunset just as it is. If I on
Jy could?"
With an impatient sigh ho turned
away.
"Always her art, never me; perhaps
sho is right after all. It wouldalways
stand between us."
She, not noticing, went on' with:
"If it would only stay long enough
for mo to catch thosecolors, but no,
It is fading now."
Turning, Helen found her companion
had left her side, and stodd a few
yards away.
"Edwin," sho called.
In an instant he was beside her,
everything forgotten except that she
was the woman he loved.
"I wanted to tell you how good Mr.
Hovey is. It seems he was acquaint
ed with poor papa years ago, when I
was a baby, and theiefore feels quite
interested in me. 1011 nave heard how
he praises my work, and last night he
proposed "
"Proposed!" exclaimed Edwin Ben
nett, hotly. "Why, you don't mean
to say the old man actually had tho
audacity to ask you to marry him?"
"How ridiculous. How could you
tliink of such a thing?" answered
Helen, a ripple of laughter escaping
from between her pretty tcetli as she
continued;
"No; he proposed, if I were willing,
to send me to Italy for two years, he,
of course, defraying tho greater part
of the expense. He said when I be
came famous I could refund him the
little amount if I wished. Was it
not generous of him? Just think, two
years at work among the old masters.
What could I do then? It would be
such a help to me. One can live very
simply there. My little income would
do, with care, I think."
"And you would go?" As Edwin
Beftnett asked this question a look of
par crossed his face,
"'iVhy not?" came tho reply, as
Helen raised her eyes questioningly
to her companion.
"You say you love me; and yet you
would put the sea between us. Helen,
wait; I will work hard and earn
money enough to take us both abrood.
Do you think I could deny you any
thing? You should paint to 'your
heart's content, from the old masters,
or anything else you pleased. So long
as you were happy, 1 should be. Per
haps I might turn painter, too, some
day, with you to inspire me," lie ad
ded, smiling slightly.
"I do not doubt your love for me,
Edwin, but I shall never marry. I n
tend to devote mylifo to art. As a wife
it would bo impossible for mo to do so.
I should be hindered and trammelled
in a thousand ways. Believe mo, I
have thought veiy earnestly of all
this, and I "
"Helen, when I oanio to spend my
vacation here at Little Bock, so asto
bo near you, I said to myself, 'Now
you can ask tne woman you love to be
your wife, and know that you have a
home to offer her.' For your snku I
wish I were rich; but I am still young,
and with the good prospects I have, I
do not see why I shall not bo able be
fore many years to give my wife all
sho can wish."
"It is not that, Ednin. I should not
love you one bit more if you were n
millionaire," interrupted "Helen, glan
cing reproachfully at him.
"Helen, my holiday is over to-morrow.
I must have my answer to
night." The words came somewhat
sternly from between Edwin Bennett's
lips.
Mechanically, with tho end of his
parasol, Helen Armstrong traced on
the glittering, yellow sands, "Famo
versus Love." Then, as she became
aware of what sho had done, she
sought to efface them. Too late. Ed
win Bennett's hand stayed hers, as,
pointing to the letters that stood out,
he said, hoarsely:
"Choose!"
For a second she hesitated; then,
slowly came the answer:
"I accepted Mr. Hovcy's offer this
morning. I am to sail in a week."
Spurning her hand from him, Edwin
Bennett cried out passionately:
"God forgive you! I cannot!" Then
without another word, ho turned and
left her.
4 A faint cry ot "Edwin" escaped her
lips, usher arms were held out implor
ingly toward him. They then fell to
her side, and she, too, turned ond
went slowly' across the sands in the
opposite direction. If ho had looked
back and seen those outstretched
arms how different their life might
have been; but no, he plodded angrily
oloiifj the shore, glancing neither to
the right nor left Little by little tho
waves crept up and Love w'as drown
ed, while Fame still stood out bold
and clear upon tho yellow sands.
Ten years have come and gone since
Jieien Armstrong and ivdwin Bennett
parted on tho shore, and during that
time theyhavo never met. Helen had
won that which sho had striven for.
She had become an artist ot renown.
Even royalty had been pleased to com
pliment her upon her art.
For the last mouth one of Helen
Armstrong's paintings had been on
exhibition at the Academy of Design,
and crowds had been drawn thither to
see this last work of tho celebrated ar
tist. The subject was simple, nothing
new, yet visitors returned again and
again to gaze at it.
It was the last day of its exhibition,
when a lady and gentleman leading a
little girl of perhaps .'1 years by tho
hand, passed into the room where the
painting hung.
"Oh! isn't it too bad there is such a
crowd; I wanted so to see it," ex
claimed the lady; to which the gentle
man replied:
"Wo wili look at the other pictures
first and come bock again; perhaps
there will not be such a crowd then."
An hour or so later tho gentleman
and lady returned; then the room was
almost deserted, except for a few
'smiggletvlfcr t-lmd facie. " it" was just
about time to close tho gallery.
For a few moments they stood in
si'enco before tho painting; then a lit
tle voice said:
"Baby want to see too, papa."
Stooping down thegentleman raised
the pretty, daintily-dressed child in
his arms. After gravely regarding tho
picture for a second, the little one
anked:
"Is zay mad, papa?"
"I nni afraid one was, pet," onmu
the low answer, as Edwin Ben
nett softly kissid the fair cheek of his
little girl. Then his gazo returned to
the painting.
A stretch of yellow sands; dotted
hero and there by huge boulders, and
piles of snowy pebbles, against which
the overhanging cliffs looked almost
black. Gentle little habv waves rip
pling in toward the shore, while ma
jestic purple-hued, silver-edged clouds
seemed floating en masse toward the
golden, ciimson-barredsun that flood
ed the sky und water with its warm
light.
In tho center of the picture, where
tho beach formed a cure resembling a
horseshoe, was an old boat, turned bot
tom upward; some few feet off, the fig
ure of a young man, apparently walk
ing hurriedly away. Although tho
face wus not visible, the gazer felt
that the man suffered; and the glorious
sunset was this day naught to him.
Perhaps it was in the tightly-clasped
hand, tho veins of which stood out
like great cords; or, maybe, in the
man's apparent total disregard of his
surroundings.
To tho right of tho picture was the
figure of a young girl, trailing a para
sol in the sand, as she appeared to
move slowly in the opposite direction
from her companion. Only a little
bit of a delicately shaped ear and a
mass of glossy braids i-howed from be
neath tho shade bar, but one could
readily beliove that the pretty girlish
figure belonged to an equally attract
ive face.
About half way between them,
traced uponthesands, were the words,
"Fame versus Love."
"Is it not lovely, Edwin?" ond Mrs.
Bennett laid her hand upon her hus
band's arm as sho added:
"Yet how sad it somehow Beeems.
I can't help feeling sorry for them. I
wish I could see their faces. I feel as
if I wanted to turn them round."
Clasping the little hand that rested
so confidingly upon his arm, Edwin
Benuct inwardly thanked God for the
gift of his fair young wife, as ho said;
"Come dear, they are commencing
to close up. Baby's tired, too."
"Ess, me's tired. Baby wants to
tiBS mama," lisped the child, holding
out her tiny arms.
Husband nnd wife failed to notice a
lady who stood near, gazing at a
painting. As tho pietty young moth
er stooped down to receive her baby's
kisses, which the little ono lavished
on cheeks, lips and brow, a deep,
yearning look gathered in tho strnngo
lady's eyes and sho turned hastily
awav.
"Oh, Edwin!" exclaimed his wife as
they poised the silent figure in black.
"Wouldn't it be nice if baby should
grow up to bo a great artist'like this
Miss Armstrong?'"
"God forbid, Annie, came tho earn
est reply, followed by "let her grow
up to be a true, loving woman, that is
all 1 ask." The lody'x hand tightened
its hold upon the back of a sotteo as
the word reached her ears, but sho
did not move until they were out of
sight. Then lifting her veil sho went
and stood before the painting that
had won such fame. Tears gathered
in her eyes as sho gazed, and with tho
words, "I will never look at it again,"
she, too, passed out of the building,
and in her ownhnndsomccarringowas
diivonhome.
Scorn shone in her dark eyes as they
fell tipoi? tho costly works of art scat
tered in lavish profusion about her
luxuriously furnished apartments.
Hastily throwing aside her wraps, sho
crossed over to a mirror. A very
handsome face it reflected. Not look
ingtho thirty years it had known.
Helen Armstrong for it was she
had heard of Edwin Bennett's man-age;
heard that ho had succeeded in
business beyond his most sanguine
expectations; heard that his wife was
ono of tho loveliest and gentlest of
women, and that Edwin Bennett
idolized both wifeand child. This day
sho had seen them.
Then came the thought that sho
might have stood in that wife's place;
she, too, might have hud those baby
lips pressed as lovingly to hers; but
she had put it from her. Sho had
chosen Fame versus Love. If she
could, only go back to that day on
the sands, how differently sho would
now act.
Turning wearily away from tho
mirror, sho exclaimed, bitterly:
"Too late, Helen Armstrong. As
you havo sown, so must you reap."
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Gen. Butler Talks out in Meet
ing:. General Benjamin F. Buutler being
in New York looking nfter Miss Mary
Hoyt's interests in tho Hoyt will con
test, a Tribune reporter asked him if
he had read Warner's compromise
silver bill. The inquiry lead to a long
talk, in the course of which tho Gener
al said:
"I have grandchildren who will live
to see the Vanderbilts and the Goulds
taken out to tho nearest lamppost
and hung in tho most scientific nnd
skillful manner. After thero has been
bloodshed wo shall settle down aguin
for n while. Theso money kings see
the dangers already. But thoy do
not see tho remedies. When I wus a
candidate for President, Gould said
Butler must bedriveninto thoground.
He couldn't see that it was better for
a man of considerable wealth ond a
family and property interests to beat
the head of the masses, and able to
control them. He only saw in tho
background the torch of'Cominunism,
as he thought. Some day a real red
Communist will lead thee men, and
then he will see the diffetence. Every
man is a Communist now, in the eyes
of t!'FmirKTmriTy,w7i6'prt;uches the
equality of men. Christ was the Com
munist of Jerusalem. As the head of
the labor element I could have settled
this whole railroad question os no
other man could settle it. The mis
take I made in running for Prisident
was like running against a stone wall.
i Know that tho people in all ages had
failed themselves in every important
crisis of importance to themselves. It
is tho history of the ngns. But I was
foolish enough to think that the peo
ple had grown wiser and better; that
the world had progressed in tho direc
tion of human knowledge and under
standing and power of concentration.
I thought the laborers of the new re
public were more intelligent. They
are not intelligent. They wero afraid,
of me because I had a little property.
They wero just as foolish as Gould.
But that is not all. Nino out of ten
of them would tell their votes for $2
apiece. I was a fool- to think that
this age was different from any other.
Experience has now taught mo tho
same lesson as history.
An American "Woman In nn Itnl
iun Insane Asylum.
Washington Special.
A report received at tho State De
partment from the American consul
at Genoa, Italy, contains theelements
of a first class romance. Tho Consul
writes that on August 28 he visited,
in company with a friend, tho asylum
for the insane which stands on tho
outskirts of tho city. Before leaving
the building he was informed that ono
of the patients, an American lady, de
sired tospeaktohim. Someobjection
was made by the officers in charge.
Tho patient, they said, was very vio
lent, and it would bo better to disre
gard her wishes if it wore not desirable
to bring about a scene. But the con
sul persisted, and in tho interview
which followed satisfied himself that
his fair countrywoman was no more
insane than himself. Hodemuudcdher
release which wim notoffectcd without
some difficulty. The consul describes
her as being very pretty and about
twenty-five years of age.
The lady's story is that she married
her husband, who proved to be a titled
adventurer, in one of tholarge Eastern
cities about two yeorsugo. Her fath
er settled upon her an annuity of $o,.
000 a year. Shortly after their ar
rival in Genoa her husband decoyed
her to an insaneasylum, whereshewas
placed under restraint, though in oth
er respects kindly treated. Her hus
band liad averted suspicion by inform
ing his wife's parents thatshe was too
ill to write.
The lady is now en route to America
with funds furnished by the consul.
Her husband fled from Genoa upon the
announcement of her release, and bus
not been heard from since.
His First Experience in llec-kecplng-.
A. P. Abbott writes Western Ru
ral: Jt was ahot, sultry morning in
tho middlo of June. The fog which
at daybreak wrapped tho earth in its
mist? foldB soon began rising and
floating away in hugo fleecy clouds,
leaving every now nnd then an opening
through which the sun drove its early
cut fiery rays. And as tho birds'
songs canto floatingoutfromthothick
ly diessed trees, they seemed half
drowned in tho loden atmosphere.
"If this fog clears away without
rain, you may look lor ten swarms to
day. I wish I did not have to go
away, for I'm afraid yon can't hivo
them all."
To explain tho above quotation:
wo wero keeping about fifty swarms of
bees, and to-day father was obliged to
go to town, and I was the only one ho
could leave to attend to tho bees.
And t you who are familiar with bee
keeping, know it is no small job for
ono man to take caro of an apiary of
that size, at that time of the year,
for it Is then that the bees are in tho
midst of swarming time. So nfter
father had eaten his breakfast and
given mo a short lecture on a few of the
bees' privato tricks, and how to got
them into the hive, he took his depart
ure, leaving me to my fate.
Everything went on lovely till nbout
nine o'clock, when tho sun rolled out
from behind a dense cloud, nearly
wilting things with its heating ravs.
This was more than the bees could
stand. And soon aswarm began com
ing out at a fearful rate. It seemed to
mo as though thero were a bushel of
them, and that thero would bo none
left in tho hive. And after they had
gone through with the general ceremo
nies in tho air, they lit on a limb but
a few feet from tho ground; thus mak
ing it easy to get them down. The
first thing Was to prepare myself to
hive them. First, 1 put on a veil to
keep them out of my face, then
crowded a wool hat down on my hood
to keep them out of my hair; then put
ting on a good warm pair of mittens,
I proceeded to hive them. I will let
tho reader imuuino how comfortable I
felt. I first produced a blanket and
spread it out beneath them, then
placing my hivo on it, I gavo the
swarm a quick, hard jerk which
brought thomdown in front of tho hive
nil in a heap. I then watched closely
for tho queen beej for strnngo ns it
lhay seem, the entire swarm is govern
ed by this one bee. Soon they began
running into the hive like a 'flock of
sheep, by which I knew the queen had
gone in. And just as I was thinking
about getting into the shade to cool
off, my sister, whom I left to watch,
informed me that another swarm had
started.
This one seemed to be more 'high
flown than the preceding one; for in
stead of lighting down where it wpuld
be easy getting them, they lit up a
maplo about thirty feet from tho
ground, and now comes the most in
teresting part of my story; and some
of the readers may deem it somewhat
humorous, but I realized nothing of
that sort. Iliad by this time come
to the conclusion that I'd rather run
the risk of getting stung than to wear
a- thick pair of mittens when the mcr
etirv stood ninety nhovej'so "dropping
them 1 commenced preparing to get
down the swarm. And netting a large
rope and a saw I tried my hand, or
rather, my shins, at climbing tho tree.
And after a great deal of puffing and
scratching I reached the desired limb;
and after stopping to breathe a few
minutes, I commenced hitching out
astride the limb in order to tie my
rope in mo desired place. I hail
scarcely done this when crack! went
the limb up close to tho body of the
tree, and 1 started, as I supposed, for
thoground; but fortunately it broke
but hnlf way off nnd left me hanging
head downward. It took mo but a
short lime to change ends and get back
to tho trunk. But tho worst of it all
was, my shirt had, in tho fall, got
pulled above my pants, and a beo had
taken advantage of the situation, nnd
was crawling upon my ribs. I had
read that an Indian could liestill while
a caterpillar mado-his way slowly over
his body; but to let an angry beo go
buzzing along on the baro skin, took
morenervotham possessed. So quick
as thought, in fact quicker than
thought, for if I had stopped to think
I would not havo done it, I gavo him
an unfriendly slap which of course
ended in our coming out about even;
for though I took his life ho left his
sting over my fifth rib.
At last I got them down nnd into
the hive, and as I did so, I flung my
self on the ground in theshade ofsoinc
neighboring trees, but my stay in that
position was brief. For it seemed
that I had hardly touched tho ground
before I was on my feet again, nor did
I seem ns Milton has said, "and in his
rising he seemed a pillow of salt."
For I arose more like a dancing Jack
than a "pillow" of any sort. It seems
there were several bees (I did notstop
to count the number), collected at
just the right position on the seat of
my pants to be where I could aid
them in stinging me when I sat down.
They had undoubtedly been some
what roiled when the limb broke, and
now wero going to pay mo for my
trouble. I had said while hiving the
latter swarm, that I would not hivo
another one if they all went off. But
at this last performance. I becnnio
somewhat roiled myself, and vowed
they would all go into a hive if I per
ished in tho attempt to put them
there. And nine ot the ten swarms
father had predicted swarmed, and I
fulfilled my declaration. It will with
out doubt bo useless for me to add
that I did not do much sitting down
for a few days.
Tho Boston Commercial Bulletin
contained an interesting article on
the foreign apple trade-of this country,
from which it is learned that last year
Boston exported more apples than
any other American port, shipping
5101), 800 bbls, ngainst 2oO,:iJifbhl8
from New York and 1210,101 bbls from
an ports in the British provinces.
ANEW VIEW OP AMERICANS
Our Ilnrtmroti ScUm 8cn Tliron jjH n
CoiuitUmenlnrjr Sir llutiert'd Ol.iMet.
Lord ltounld (lower's Iteminlsccnccs.
"Not being a personnage, and not
caring to appear in a whito tie and
fine linen every evening, and having
wished to see tho social lifo in tho
American city not as a guest but as a
traveler, I think-1 can moro impar
tially judgo of what would bo tho im
pression mado on a cosmopolitan
than had I traded on - being an Eng
lishman with a handle attached to my
name, as probably most Britishers
with Biich an impediment would do.
I mixed with all classes, in the street
car or omnibus (which in its American
form is as superior to our London
'bus ns is a Parisian victoria
to a 'growler'), in tho Union Club
tho Travelers' of New York and
in a palatial steamer of tho river Hud
son, to which steamer and to which
river we have nothing to compare in
tho Old World. Wherever I went I
found all classes of tho Americans not
only civil, out highly civilized, as com
pared chixs for class with tho English:
not only amiable, but, as a rule kind
and courteous, nnd, with rare excep
tions, well-informed, well bred, and
having moro refinement of manner
thnn any other people I have over
como amonust. What struck me es
pecially in Now York was tho inva
riable civility shown by all classes of
men to women, whether tho women
rustle in silk or wore linsoy-wolsoy or
homespun; however crowded tho car
or the footway, room wits at onco
mado for a lady. Does not this
somewhat contrast with tho sur
ly, grumpy incivility that is shown
to tho fair sex in our public
cartinges and streets? This politeness
is not, ns in a neighboring country to
ours, mere lip and eyo civility,"but
arises, I believe, from a mutual and
intuitive good breeding from which,ns
I said before, the Americans of every
class are endowed.
"For instance, if ono entered a room
in a club or hotel, one was not met
by those assembled with a 'Who tho
Dash is this person whom none of us
know? nnd what the Dash does he
hero?' sort of look; nor, if ono entered
into conversation with somo one in a
railroad car oi steamer, was ono greet
ed with that truly British store which
in this country of insular prejudice
nnd arrogant assumption, conveys as
plainly iw words the question, 'What
the mischief do you mean by speaking
to me without an introduction?'
"My experience has been in America
thatifyounskaservicefromastranger
it is accorded readily, without con
descension or fuss; that among them
is little of the snubbish wish to appear
to those we do not know ns greater
people than wo really are, little of that
disgusting patronage of maimer that
prevails in this country among the
richer clusses, and nono of tho no less
disgusting cringinesa of manner which
ns greatly prevails among our trades
people, and which makes mo for ono
hesitate before asking my way in the
streets of a well-dressed man, orentcr
ing a shop where one will (if known as
'a good customer') bo received by a
mealy-mouthed mortal all smiles and
grimaces, who will think that he will
nrom readily Secilre it purchaser by
showing some nrticlo ordered by my
Lord This or my Lady That. On the
contrary, tho New York tradesman or
shopkeeper receives you with civility,
but without any of that cringiness of
manner which seems to mo little less
insulting than actual insolence; ho will
allow you to look as long as you like
at any of tho articles his Bhop may
contain, and will bo equally civil if
you purchase or if you do not; but he
will not riib his , hands and contract
hisicatuit's into a leer, and if you
wero to show him your superiority of
position by affecting tclook down on
him as being 'only a tradesman,' ho
would probably show j'on that there
is something moro in being a citizen of
areat Republic than mere sound, and
that nlthough you may fancy your
self a superior being from " not
being a republican or a shop
man, he might be able to provo to
you that ono man is as good as anoth
er. "1 mixed thus with all classes, and
spoke to all with whom I came into
contact, and in no single instauco did
I meet with anything but perfect civil
itythe civility of equals, which is,
after all, the truest. I admire with
all my heart this people, our brothers,
who, although wo have for so many
years presumed to treat them nspoor
relations, oro in some forms of com
mon courtesy and general politeness
tar superior to ourselves.
"I grant that the Americans wo meet
on the Continent of Europe are often
offensive in manner and give a very
unfavorable impression of their coun
try both to foreigners and to English
men; but, believe me, these.aro the ex
ceptions," Putting: on Style.
Dr. Lnnsdell, the famous missionary
was warned when entering Bokhara
that his conventional clerical garb
would not impress tho natives with a
proper sense of the wearor's import
ance. "I ha i" he related, "the red
square college cap. I also had a very
elaborate example of a sort of Per
sian waistcoat, which I had purchased
as a curiosity. I had also, as a Free
mason, my royal arch collar and
apron and several Masonic jewels.
Before entering Bokhara I put on my
doctor of divinity's hood, my Persian
waistcoat, my royal arch collar and
apron, all tho Masonic jewels which
I am entitled to wear, and, fastening,
my little traveling Bible to my royal
arch colloi, was presented to tho dep
utation sent out to receive me. They
were a vwydnzzluigcrowd.ingorgeous
attire. They received me with great
distinction, and 1 rode in at tho head
of a very gallant procession, ono of
the wonders of Bokhara; and I think
I Klnilod frpMlinnt Iv na I t linnnlit n(Mm
appearance I mode and contemplated
the evideut'sencation I created."
GAMBLING ON THE OCEAN,
Land Shark mi the Deep Iltun Ron Ta
llies WIki Tuke llnml.
From tho New York Mall and Krpress.
An importer engngod iii business In
White street, this city, who has cross
ed the ocean at least twico a year for
the last quarter of accntury, was met
during tho past fow days on his . ro
turn from Europe. Ho is a veteran
traveler, 'and is always on tho look
out for stirring incidents and any
thing of a novel character. "Wo had
an exceedingly pleasant run after
leaving Queeiistown," he said, but I
can't say tho trip will be cherished
with pleasant recollection, by every
body who was aboard, Inthesmoking
room poker was the order of tho hour
throughout tho entire voyage, and a
party of Now York professionals
whoso faces are familiar to ocean
travelers, made a pile of money. Tho
Tirincipol victims wero Englishmen
bound to this country on business or
pleasure. Two gontlcmen, who said
their destination was Texas, lost nil
their ready cash,about 3,500. They
took their losses good-naturedly, and
seemed to regard them as of no con
sequence." "Aro theso professional players
known to tho officers of tho ships?"
"I cannot conceive how the officers
can bo ignorant as to their real charnc
ter. Begular passengers can point
them out ns soon as thoy strike tho
deck of a ship. They aro always well
drcsscd,Biiavo in their manner, and to
all appearance, perfectly reckless in
tho expenditure of money. Thoy or
der the mostcostly drinks and the fin
est cigars, and as they can make them
selves quite agreeable when it suits
their purpose thoy are rarely at a loss
for victims."
"Are thoy themselves not likely to
become tho victims?"
"If luck sets dead against them, so
that their cheating devices fail to work
ns may happen on rare ocensions, they
play very low until the tide turns.
Tho professionals aro always ahead
on the wholo voynge, sometimes by
tens or thousands of dollars. On tho
trip here a young English lieutenant,
who was gohi to visit friends in Can
ada, and a middle-aged gentleman who
had interests in tho west, were passen
gers. They fell into tho toils of tho
gamblers on the first day out from
Queonstown, and before the close of
the third day both the Britishers re
tired from the poker tnblo looking
downhearted. I learned that tho
lieutenant, who had 1,000 when ho
started from home,' had nothing left
but a draft for 100. His traveling
companion lost heavily, but resented
any attempt to draw him into con
versation on tho subject. Theso aro
but isolate instances of what occurs
on almost every voyage. Since public
gambling hns been stopped in mnny
of our largo cities, the gamblers havo
taken to tho ocean, where they ply
their trade with great success. They
are to bo found on every ship, and as
they aro surrounded by men witli
money and plenty of leisure time,they
invariably reap a rich harvest."
"Aro the gamblers ever interfered
with?"
f "' Very rarely, "but sometimes they"
are squeicueu. ah amusinK incident
occurred on the voyago to Liverpool.
Two bright young American women
and two well-known gamblers, who
were said to bo their husbands, were
booked as passengers. Soon after
leaving Sandy Hook, tho Indies began
to make themselves very agreeable to
some of the male passengers, to whom
they managed to secure introductions.
They drank wine nnd smoked cigar
ettes. Next day a game of poker was
started, and the Indies took part in
it. At first it was a game with small
stakcB'foramusemcnt, but soon it be
camo serious. Thero were fivo at tho
table, and in a jack-pot which con
tained somo $00 it canio to the turn
of lndy No. 1 to deal. She ripped
and bhufiled the cards deftly, while
noxt, sho dealt tho nine, ten, jnck and
queen of clubs; to the plnyer immedi--atcly
on her left she bestcTwed an nco
full pat; to the next gentleman three
sevens were given, whilo she herself
took an indifferent hand and fell out.
The first player opened tho pot for
$; lady No. 2 stayed in; the third
plnyer raised it $10; the fourth saw
the raise, as did also the first.
"It then camo to the turn of tho
ladv. She saw the raise and went
SI 00 better, which nil handB saw.
Lady No. 1 finished the deal. To the
gentleman on her left sho gavo a pair
of fives, which made his hand a king
full; to her amiable sister she dealt tho
eight of clubs, which completed her
straight flush. The third player stood
his hand, nnd tho fourth received a
seven and queen to his three sevens.
Betting started at $10, was raised $50,
then $100, and went on till there wero
several thousand dollars in the pot.
The two gentleman who held the full
hands dropped them when the paco
grew too hot, and finally the four
sevens called, and tho lady raked' in
the pot with an innocent smile. The
skill of the dealer in handling tlio
cards was the talk of the ship. It
came to the ears of captain, who or
dered the ladies to keep their state
room during the balance of the voy
age. The two brilliant females and
their alleged husbands are black-listed
by tho agents of the lino on which they
displayed such talent."
A dispatch from Canajoharie says:
"For Beveral months MIbs Mary Beek
mnn has been on a sick bed, and sho
has frequently said that she seemed to
feel something moving within her. Af
ter eating she was always attacked
with retching, and the other day a lit
tle squirming animal was found in the
bowl. It waB black, had an oval body
large as a copper and legs very long
and slim. It looked like a toad, und
when thrown into the canal it proved,
to be an adept swimmer. It is thought
the lady wilf recover.
pleasant conversation flowed freely
To the gentleman on her left sho gavo
three kings; to lady No. 2. who sat
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