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COLUMBTTS, NEB., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1887.
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WESTERN COTTAGE ORGAN
SILENCE.
Come down from thy aerial height,
Spirit of the summer night I
Come stepping softly from the slender moos
Where thou dost lie upon her gentle breast.
And bring a boon
Of silence and of solace for our rest.
Or lift us. lift our soub to that bright place
Where she doth hide her face;
Lap us lu light and lustrous fleece, and steep
Our hearts in stillness; drench in drowaj
dreams:
Give us the pleasant languor that beseems.
And ruck our sleep.
Quell thy barbed lightning In the somber west;
Quiet thy thunder dogs that bay the moon;
Soothe the day's fretting like a tender nurse;
Breathe on our spirits till they be In tune.
Were it not best
To hush all noises In the universe.
And bless with solemn quietude, that thus
The still, small voice of God might speak to usl
Dauske Dandridge in The Critic.
GHOSTS ABROAD.
The Valiant was her name. Who had
christened her, and how she came to be
christened a name so peculiarly inappro
priate, we canuot say. She was a tub if
ever there was one. Such craft as she,
they build by the mile, and saw up into
lengths. A floating coal box, painted
black, with an engine and a couple of
boilers, a rudder and screw, some tarred
rope and a score of seamen of all nation
nlities and no manners; there you have
the Valiant, and the thousand and one
ships of the same Ilk which fetch and
carry the riches of the world.
On the 12th of February we cleared out
of the Tyne, loaded to the muzzle with
coal, and bound for Venice. We had a
river pilot aboard, of course, and were
dragged out to sea, through the double
line ot buoys and the crowd of shipping,
by a little coffee pot of a tug. The chief
olQcer, Mr. Marks, was in command, for
our new cap'n had not yet arrived from
Newcjistle. lie was an elderly man, this
Mr. Marks, with u patient eye, and a
sandy goat's beard. Mr. Rubble, tho
second mate, was a squat little man, heav
ily bearded, who had run away from
home to follow the sea, and had never
ceased regretting it ever since, for, after
"bucketing" about on a three years'
cruise, he found himself too much of a
salt to be happy ashore, and too heartily
sick of the sea to be contented afloat.
For the rest, our ship's company consisted
of a motley crew of twelve seamen, half
a dozen stokers, three engineers, a stew
ard, a cook aud a cabin lad. A regular
old seadog was our bo'sun, Jack Dredge,
stumpy and square, his brown, weather
battered face framed in a ragged fringe of
whisker; one eye had foundered in his
ncod, and there was nothing left but an
eyelid and a hole. The ball of had been
bitten one night in his sleep by a famishing
rat, and had festered and sloughed out
He was in mid Pacific then, aud the near
est surgeon a thousand miles away. He
Tas of a taciturn disposition, aud I fancy
nis temper had been damaged in tho
West Indies by a too lileral allowance of
pepper in his curry. In his last spell
ashore he was a native of Newcastle,
where his wife and his lad 11111 lived the
Salvationists had got hold of him in the
midst of oue of his tremendous drinking
bouts, and had excited him into a state of
religious frenzy, and in his temporary ex
altation he signed the pledge, and, amid
a whirlwind of applause, fetched a bottle
of rum out of his pocket, and, smashing
it ou the platform, solemnly executed a
hornpipe on the relics. When he came to
his senses next morning and remembered
what he had done, he swore at himself
like a hurricane, but kept the pledge,
though he maltreated fearfully a zealous
"captain" who called about breakfast
time to se how their seafaring proselyte
was progressing.
Well, we hove to down the river just
where we could feel the lift of the sea
under our keel, and waited for the return
of the tug with our skipper. The sky was
banked up with clouds, and a pretty stitf
wind was piping in from the nor'-nor'-east.
The steam was at high pressure and blow
ing off from the waste pipe by the funnel.
We were a little more shipshape, for the
men had been swabbing and BWilling the
coal dust from the decks. At last the tug
steamed alongside, and Mr. Marks re
ceived the skipper as he swarmed up the
rope bidder, followed by his portmanteau
and umbrella. He was a dapper little
man and came aboard smoking a cigarette.
By the time the fresh meat had been
passed across into the doctor's (the sailors'
sobriquet for the cook) hands the piles
was ready to leave us.
"Well, good night, cap'n!" sang Master
Pilot, as he clambered over the side
"good night, and bong voyage 1 Below
there! steady!"
The ropes were cast off. The engine
room telegraph was rung "Slow ahead;"
aud as she got way on her the Valiant
was headed for the sea.
It was a dirty night and not a vestige
of moon. The sea was not very heavy,
but it was getting up under tho nor'easter
and there was every sign of a wicked gale
brewing. Day broke at last over a tum
bling sea. What with keeping tho
watches, overhauling tho decks fore and
aft, battening down the hatches and mak
ing all shipshape, there was plenty to do
on that first day at sea to keep us from
thinking too fondly of the girls we had left
behind us.
Hour after hour the Valiant pegged
stubbornly along, plunging down the
green sloies of the waves, and raising her
self heavily out of tho troughs of the sea.
She rolled 'excessively, and labored up the
waves in a reluctant way, which was far
from inspiring confidence in her sea
worthiness. At 2 p. m. we passed the
Cramer lighthouse, and it was an hour
and a half afterward before we got the
Haslow light abeam. At 4 Mr. Rubble
turned out for the first dogwatch, and
soon afterward a man brought the side
lights aft and fixed them in their sockets.
Then, after a second trip for'ard, he re
turned, nursing the binnacle lamp in his
&rm. It was Smith who brought them
instead of the bo'sun, whose duty it is to
look to the compass lights. Mr. Rubble
was too little of a martinet to have
troubled himself about so small an irreg
ularity, had he not been irritated by the
clumsiness of the man's efforts to adjust
the lamps.
"Where's the bo'sun?" he shouted into
Smith's ear, for the wind and sea were
making a great uproar. "Why hasn't
Dredge brought these lights himself?
What does he mean by sending you with
'em?"
Still fumbling at a lamp, Smith bel
lowed in reply, "Dunno, sir!"
But there was a look in his face, shy
and glossy with rain, which gave the lie to
his words. Mr. Rubble noticed the tell
tale expression, but did not stop to give it a
second thought. Taking the lamp from
Smith's blundering fingers, he dismissed
him, and fixed it in the binnacle himself.
At four bells the first mate relieved Mr.
Rubble, and the later dived below to get
his tea and a snatch of sleep if possible be
fore it came bis turn again for Mount
Misery (sea slang for the bridge). With
his hands deep in the dog eared pockets
of his pea jacket and his shoulders hoisted
well up to his ears, Mr. Marks paraded to
and fro, thumping his feet down to keep
the blood in them from stagnating.
Every now and then he peered ahead into
the stormy darkness, on the lookout for
the Shrowash light, which was due to come
up some half dozen points off the star
board bow. Every now and then he
stepped aside to consult the compass, to
satisfy himself that the ship was being
steered her proper course. Once, as he
stood staring ahead across the tumbling
mack seas, tne aoor ot tne xo'csie was
suddenly opened and a shaft of light
streamed out on the deck for'ard. The
figures of two men cams out darkly
against the bright background for a mo
ment, and then were lost in the night
again. As far as Mr. Marks could make
out, there seemed to be some unusual
commotion in the fo'c'sle. He changed
his position, and went over toward the
spot where Duckworth stood, shifting3 his
squid and the spokes of the wheel.
-'Anything wrong for'ard, Duckworth?"
shouted Mr. Murks tentatively. "Are
they quarrelling, d' you think?"
The man glanced down at the distant
open door of the starboard fo'c'sle where
the seamen were quartered, and put the
wheel over some half dozen spokes before
replying, which he did without looking up
at the mate: "I don't know as they are,
sir. Maybe it's the bo'sun as is took bad
again and frightenln of 'em."
"The bo'sun?" bellowed Mr. Marks.
"Why, what's the matter with the
bo'sun?"
"I dunno, sir," shouted Duckworth,
stolidly minding his business at the wheel.
"He was took bad this afternoon in his
'ead and said as how he 'card voices a
callin' of him; and some o' the boys j'ined
in, and sold as how they 'card 'cm, too,
a-collin' of the bo'sun; and ho turned in
at eight bells and jammed his 'ead under
the pillcr to shet out the voices, and
wouldn't turn out again for no one."
Only fragments of Duckworth's narrative
reached Mr. Marks' ear, for tho din ot the
storm was terrific.
"Voices?" shouted Mr. Marks Interrog
atively. "What d you mean?"
Before Duckworth could shift his quid
to reply, a head and a pair of shoulders
appeared above the ladder and stopped,
nut daring to tiespass on the privacy of
the bridge. The mate wont over to see
what tho man wanted. It was the Irish
sailor, and his jolly red round face was
wot with rain and white with fear. He
was dressed only in trousers and shirt,
and the latter was unbuttoned and flapping
in the wind.
"What do you want here?" shouted Mr.
Marks, savagely, Irritated by these irreg
ularities. "And what are you men up to
in tho fo'c'sle? Do you want to get your
selves reported to the cap'n?"
"Av ye plase, sorr," shouted the Irish
man huskily, "the boys asked me to come
and tell ye there's sperrlts aboard, aud the
bo'sun's elane gone mad."
The mate caught the word "sperrits,"
and jumped to the conclusion that the men
hod smuggled some liquor on board
and wore drinking themselves crazy.
"Spirits?" he roared back. "Which of
you has got 'em?"
The man shook his head. "It's not
them sperrits, sorr, worse luck it's
voices; and the bo'sun's clane gone road.
For the love av heaven, Mr. Marks, come
for'ard and spake a word to the boys."
Telling Duckworth to keep a sharp look
out ahead while ho was away, the mate
ran quickly down to the deck, with Grady
at his heels. It needed a good pair of sea
legs to avoid being wrecked against the
hatchways or capsized into the scuppers.
They had almost reached tho fo'c'sle,
Avhen suddenly the mate felt his arm
grabbed by the Irishman, anil, turning on
ldm, saw Grady's face ablaze with excite
ment. "Did ye hear that, sorr?" cried
the man. "It's them sperrits again!
There, sorr, just listen to that!"
If Mr. Marks' hearing had been as keen
ns his sight, he might have been more im
pressed by the cry, wild with seeming
agony and faint with distance, which pen
etrated even the roar of tho wind and the
ceaseless thunder of the sea. But Mr.
Murks' hearing had been damaged by par
tial drowning off the coast of Spain, and,
though he listened intently, he heard no
voices except those of the ocean and the
air. Naturally concluding that Grady
was druuk, he laid hold of the man by his
beard and shirt collar, aud, shaking him
savagely, flung him down, aided by a lee
ward roll of the ship, under the wheels of
the donkey engine, and almost toppled
after his victim himself. In no palaver
ing mood, he went on to the fo'c'sle and
stepped inside. It was very evident that
there waft something wrong with the crew.
The men were huddled together by the
stove, some in steaming oilskins, some
only in shirts and trousers, all looking
scared aud all silent. In the middle of
the place Dredge, the bo'sun, stood, half
clothed, with a queer, wild expression on
his gnarled face, listening hard for some
thing or other. The eyes of the men were
all fixed on him. As Mr. Marks stepped
lu out of the wind and rain, the bo'sun
shouted hoarsely: "Hark, lads! He's
calliu' of me again! It's him it's Bill!"
This time the' mate heard the cry, or
thought he heard it, for it was very dis
tant, and was carried away again in the
thunder of the gale. But he elbowed the
idea aside roughly; it was so impossible
for any human lieing afloat on such a sea
to make himself heard above the roar of
tho storm. "What's all this tomfoolery
about?" he demanded of the men, angrily.
"And what's the matter with you, bo'sun?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself,
playing the fool in this way. Bo'sun!"
But the bo'sun heard nothing of the
reprimand. Ho was eagerly listening for
the recurrence of that cry, his fists were
clenched, and the veins on his throat
stood out like cords. And when that
sound of human agony came wailing out
of the storm again, his battered face lit
up with a passion of love, and crying
aloud. "It's BUI! it's Bill! I'm comin',
lad, I'm comin' I" he made a bolt for the
deck; but Mr. Marks stopped him, and
they came down together. A couple of
men pulled Dredge off the mate, and
helped the latter to his feet.
"The man's drunk or mad," gasped Mr.
Marks, fetching his breath heavily after
the shock Dredge had retreated up the
fo'c'sle "mad or drunk. How has he
come by the liquor? And who's this Bill
he's raving about?"
"Bill's his on'y son, sir," said one of
the men in a scared way. "And the lad
warn't well when we come out o' port,
and bo'sun ho thinks as he hears the lad
callin' of him for to help him or suthin'.
Nor it's not all tommyrot neither, Mr.
Marks, for we've heard them voices our
selves. Haven't we, boys?"
"Ay, ay," chorused the me , wagginr
their heads; "heard 'em ourselves, wo
have, and more nor once."
But as he had been absent already far
too long from his post, and as it was be
neath his dignity to bandy arguments
with the crew, Mr. Marks pooh poohed
the matter; and after warning them to
keep an eye on Dredge, and not to dare to
hear any more ghostly rolces at tnelx
peril, went aft again to the bridge.
When the second mate relieved him at
8 o'clock he recounted briefly what had
happened, and advised Mr. Rubble to keep
a sharp lookout on the fo'c'sle, and if any
further commotion occurred to let the
cap'n know at once. Mr. Rubble had
quite forgotten the incident which had oc
curred in the chief mate's watch, and he
was beginning to long for his bunk when
he was startled out of his drowsy com
placency by the sound of a wailing cry,
thin and distant and agonized, which the
wind seemed to bring to his ears out of
the storm and the night. The man at the
wheel had heard it, too, and turned a
frightened face on the mate. "Lord save
us!" exclaimed the man, "it's that there
voice again!"
The words were hardly spoken when
the door of the fo'c'sle was flung back and
a crowd of figures swarmed out on deck.
Then the door of the firemen's quarters
was opened, and three men came out with
a lamp. Seeing that something was
amiss, the mate hurried down the com
panlonwayto the cabin and roused the
skipper. Capt. Lawson was on deck
promptly, and after hearing Mr. Rabble's
huddled narrative requested him to re
turn to Ms duties on the bridge, and went
for'ard himself.
The men were all congregated under
the shelter of the weather bulwark, ono
or two standing, the rest crouching down
together like a lot of sheep. They had
turned out in all sorts of haphazard
clothing, and most of them in bare feet.
They were all sulky and scared and silent
except one of the firemen, who was re
lieving his feelings in the choicest lan
guage of the stokehole. The skipper was
among them before they were aware.
"Now, my men," ho demanded briskly,
"what's all this nonsense about? Who
gave you orders to turn out and lie
around on the decks in this way? Where's
the bo'sun?"
One or two drew in their legs timidly,
but nobody attempted to reply.
"Well?" sharply interrogated tho skip
per. "Is tho bo'sun among you? Why
doesn't ho answer?"
Silence. The light of the fireman's
lamp "glinted" on a small, bright object
in Capt. Lawson's hand. The sight of it
brought the carpenter to his senses, and
he shouted sulkily; "Bo'sun ain't 'ere,
Cap'n Lawson. He's mad. And no won
der neither. It 'ud drive mo mad mysel'
if I was to pass another night in that
there fo'c'sle. Why, the ship's 'aunted
There! listen to that!"
Again the faint, despairing cry made
itself heard above tho roar of the waves.
The wind seemed to briug it and the
wind swept it away again. Its weird
agony awakened something of a super
stitious dread even lu the skipper's mind.
The men cowered close together.
Leaving his crew where they were, tho
captain made his way to the starboard
fo'c'sle, and called the bo'sun by name.
No answer. Then he entered the alley
way and walked up tho length of it. Be
hind the stove at the far end he found the
bo'sun, huddled down on his haunches, in
nothing but his sleeping shirt. The man
was staring, stark mad. His one eye was
bloodshot and wild, and the other empty
pit glared up darkly. The skipper was
no coward, yet at the sight of this half
naked madman he quailed a little and felt
sorry that he had found him; but only
for a moment. He stepped quickly pust
the stove to lay hands on Dredge, and us
he did so, once more that walling voice
bore through the storm its message of in
finite, helpless agon'. At the sound
Dredge leaped to his feet, and crying ont
loudly, "It's Bill as is callin' of mel I'm
comin'. lad father's comin' 1" burst out
of the fo'c'sle and away across the deck,
and was up on toe lee bulwark ana over
the side in a flash. The skipper made a
rush for the door, to attempt to secure the
fleeting figure, but in vain. Just for half
a second the madman was visible in his
fluttering shirt on the reeling bulwark,
and then went over into the darkness and
those tumbling seas.
Mr. Rubble saw the deed from the
bridge, and, springing to the telegraph,
rang the ship to a full stop; and then,
whipping out his knife, ripped and sawed
at the cords with which tho lifeboat was
lashed to the bridge rail, and dashing
down the ladder to the afterdeck, flung
the belt overboard from the stern. But,
of course, it was trouble thrown away.
And even if a boat could have lived in
such a sea and men found to man it, the
bo'sun would have drowned three times
over before we could have got one lowered
and started out to find him in a waste of
black and stormy waters. After wallow
ing almut some ten minntcs or so for de
cency's sake, the skipper rang the ship
under steam again, and we slowly drew
away, leaving the lKxly of our bo!sun
tossing somewhere in our wake.
That was the lost of the voice. Neither
out nor home did we hear any more talk
about the ship being haunted. We mode
a prosperous run, and were docked again
in the Tyne liefore the seventh week was
over. Then tho secret came out. The
Valiant was scraped and painted, and ran
sacked and repaired from stem to stern
post. In that narrow den called the fore
peak, which serves as the ship's lumber
room, beneath a mass of old iron cables
and rusty cordage, we found the corpse of
a lad withered to a mummy. The rats
had been at him, too, and his feet wero
gone. Beside him there lay an empty
meat tin; and in one of his pockets was an
old silver watch with this Inscription on
it: "To Bill, with Father's love." It
was the bo'sun's son. The poor fellow
had stolen aboard as a stowaway; for,
being a sickly lad, his father had been
strongly against his following the sea. Iu
the storm the plunging of the ship had
shaken down upon him all the lumber in
the forepeak, and he hod screamed for his
father till he died. Chambers' Journal.
Indians aad Salmon at Fort Wrangel.
During our day at Fort Wrangel, while
the sun was shining, a family of Thlinket
Indians a short distance buck in the coun
try were huddled together in their hut;
but as soon as it commenced to rain one
and all emerged, set around on logs and
chattels, seeming to enjoy being rained
on. The natives take little account of
time; they paddle along the coast for
thousands of miles on the most trivial o!
errands, the question as to where they
stay or sleep apparently being of small
consequence.
The fish supply here is seemingly inex
haustible Salmon appear in solid schools
six and eight feet deep. The Strickeen
river back of Fort Wrangel and the out
lets of some of the inland waters to the
salt water are at certain seasons actually
choked with squirming salmon, causing
them in their eagerness to pass through
to crowd each other above the sur
face of the water, thus creating for the
time a solid bank of fish. Smaller fish
arc also to be found in surprising quanti
ties. Herring swarm in the channels.
The candle fish, a small fish about six
inches long, which is delicious eating, can
be caught by the million. A pailful can
be had from a native for the merest trifle.
A host of other varieties abound, until
the lover of fishing here tires of the sport.
Cor. New York Evening Post.
The Cost of Shooing- a Fly.
Twenty dollar subscriptions were asked
for to make good the damage by fire to
the Methodist church, and this being
next to the maximum limit the responses
were not coming in very fast. The solic
itors were moving up and down the aisles
with eagle eyes looking for nods of assent
or the transfer of the little green bills.
They were not very particular' in what
shape the money came so it did come.
In the midst of a depressing lull a lone fly
that had been soaring high in the vaulted
auditorium seemed to take in the situa
tion and concluded to descend and lend a
hand in the effort. He singled out a portly
and stiff backed former Congrcgutionalist
from Derby from the congregation and
began hi3 persuasive endeavors upon him.
Quietly and good naturedly he worked
away, caressing his nose and fondling his
lips, until finally getting a good opportu
nity he gave a bite upon the nose, and
with a vigor that showed that he meant
business and would not be trifled with.
It had the desired effect. The good
brother waved his hand, the solicitor
caught 'the motiwi and down went tho
brother's name for a $20 subscription, the
announcement of which caused general
rejoicing. It is said the brother feels ag
grieved, but will stick to the offer. An
sonia (Conn.) Sentinel.
Primitive and Independent.
Perhaps one of the most primitive of in
dependent kingdoms is the little island of
Johanna, in the Comoro group. The sul
tan boards any ship that may call there,
and endeavors to secure the washing for
his wives, while the prime minister ped
dles cocoanuts and TipnM Chicago
Herald,
SOGIAL CUTTHROATS.
CHARACTERISTICS OF A COTERIE
OF NEW YORK MASHERS.
Writ Dressed Destroyers Who Keep
Quiet About Their Villainy The Masher
with the White rock Dally Kound of
m Skillful Operator.
"He belongs to a curious set of New
York men," said the judge. "They are
creatures of a recent growth, and I doubt
very much if similar specimens of tho
genus man can bo found anywhere else in
the world. They arc called 'mashers' in
n general way, but they are in no senso
like tho gorgeous London man who has
given the word 'masher' its highest mean
ing. The British 'masher' is a creaturo
of uoblo apparel, solemn and dissipated
air, advanced degrees in tho courts of
bankruptcy nnd general imprcsslveness.
iteweararli great many suits of clothes
during the week, affects a burlesque
sctress and drives dashing traps.
Tho llttlo circle of mashers in New
York has none of these proclivities. They
are -men who have lived on the surface of
the town for many years, whoso names
are familiar in all of the restaurants aud
clubs, nnd who have gained in ono way
or another reputations as slayers of femi
nino hearts, which stand them In enor
mous value. They are not in society,
sneer at tho idea of toll, live in the best
possible manner, dress quietly, and are
absolutely mum about tho numerous
affairs in which they pass their lives. I
know a dozeu men in this particular
crowd, but I never knew ono of them to
break tho rules of the peculiar free
masonry which apparently exists among
them to keep quiet about their escapades.
This is the most curious feature of tho
whole thing. A masher who does not
talk when success has crowned his efforts
would be a rarity anywhere else except
in this extraordinary coterie. They are a
queer lot, and I can't say that I consider
them a credit to tho city."
It affords a droll stndy of human
nature to watch the operations of tho
mashers. Most of their faces aro as
familiar to up town people ns the Fifth
Avenue hotel. Their mode of life is sim
ple. Take, for instanco, a cold und uustcro
man, with a blonde mustache, a regular
profile, square shoulders and careless car
riage, who has been more or less famous
about town for fifteen years. He has a
scar running diagonally across his fore
head, and just above it is a single lock or
'splash" of hair that Is as white as
snow, though the rest of his hair is dark.
I havo heard it enviably remarked by
other mashers that this gentleman's chief
success is due to the immobility of his
face, the yellowness of his mustache, tho
whiteness of the splosh and the dark mass
of hair which throws it into such shnrp
relief. He is, in fact, known as "His
Contrasts" in some quarters. Fifteen
years ago a woman followed him in a cab
down Fifth avenue, slipped out as ho
ascended the steps of a rival's
house, ran up the stops, and pushing a
revolver against his head, blazed away.
The bullet, instead of going through the
skull, ran across the forehead. She went
to Europe in the nnus of her amiable
husbaud, and "His Contrasts" retired
into painful obscurity for a time. Five
years after that he was mixed up in a
row which is still talked alxiut by old
timers. It was a three cornered light
ono woman and two men iu the cabin of
a ynclit iu the lower bay. When they
dragged "His Contrasts" out he was
pretty well knocked to pieces. Two ribs
were broken, and his general physical
welfare very Feasibly impaired, but ho
camo up smiling, as usual. I have known
him for many years. Ho has but oue
object in life.
His manner of living varies little from
day to day. I have had many opportuni
ties for observing him, as wo once had
neighboring apartments in the same hotel,
nnd he used to amuse himself when ho
had an occasional half hour of leisure
from his arduous duties by turning the
pictures in my room wrong side foremost,
bribing the chambermaid to sew tho
hangings into all sorts of grotesque posi
tions, littering my desk with violent tele
grams and indulging in various other
cheerful and endearing prnnks. At 10
o'clock every morning the chaml)erniaiol
pounded loudly at his door.
If the tattoo was loud enough the door
would open suddenly, there would le a
wild fcream and a pattering of feet tis tho
chambermaid scudded out of danger, and
tho masher would rush out into the hall
clad in pajamas, bath robes, nightcap, felt
slippers, and carrying a sponge the size of
a bushel basket. He would then wander
in a more or less desultory way toward tho
bathroom, stopping to ponud on doors that
caught his lightsome fancy, and shying
boots through the transoms of rooms
where men lived who hnd the distinguished
misfortune to possess his friendship.
About an hour and a half later he
would wander into tho main dining room
of tho hotel, cast his experienced eye over
the people assembled there and cnt a very
light breakfast. He wore si frock suit all
day long, aud his tailor made half a dozen
a year for him. After breakfast he in
variably lighted a big cigar, and, if the
weather was clear, strolled up Fifth
avenue us far as Central park, nnd smiled
amiably upon the troops of pretty girls
who were out with their governessscs,
nurses, companions, and chaperones, tak
ing the morning air. Every girl over 10
years of age apparently knew his history,
for they would stare at him. and peep
over their shoulders ns he passed, in a
fashion that would startle a society actor.
At half past 1 or 2 o'clock he drifted
slowly into Delmonico's, scanned the
faces, acknowledged tho surly nods of
other mashers with a short inclination of
his head, picked out his table with undevi
ating skill, and spent the next two or
three hours among the wives nnd daugh
ters of other men who were down town
pursuing the elusive dollar. His habit is
to eat slowly, and look, with a gentle and
melancholy air, from one pair of pretty
eyes to another.
If the portraits of the handful of men
who are a constant subject of talk among
the women of New York were published
they would cause a robust and decisive
sort of derision. The majority of them
are anything but resplendent or attract
ive. If there is a professional matinee, a
picture sale, an art exhibition, a boat
race, a crack horse auction, dog show,
horse show or circus going on in the after
noon, the masher is as sure to be there as
the ticket seller. At night ho dines at
the Brunswick, Delmonico's or the Hoff
man house, but never in the cafe. In
this way day after day passes without the
slightest deviation. The mashers all
know each other, they frequent the same
places, they are popular with men and
pursued by women, nnl yet the occasions
urc exceedingly rare when they arc called
to account. They are adroit and hold
their tongues, and perhaps it is therein
that their safeguard lies New York Sun.
LINCOLN'S SPEECH AT GETTYSBURG
Private Notes and Memoranda The
Speech Not Kecelved with Favor.
A day or two before the dedication of
the National cemetery at Gettysburg, Mr.
Lincoln told me that he would bo ex
pected to make a speech on tho occasion;
that he was extremely busy, with no time
for preparation, and that he greatly feared
ho would not be able to acquit himself
with credit, much less to fill the measure
of public expectation. From his luit (the
usual receptacle of his private notes and
memoranda) he drew a page of foolscap,
closely written, wnicn no react me, nrst
remarking that it was a memorandum of
what he had intended to say. It proved
to be in substnuce, and I think ha?c verba,
what was printed as his Gettysburg
speech.
After its delivery he expressed deep re
gret that ho had not prepared it with
greater care. Ho said to mo on tho stand,
immediately tif ter concluding tho speech,
"Lamon, that speech wou't scour! It is
a flat failure, and the people are disap
pointed." He seemed more than ordi
narily concerned about what tho peoplo
would thiuk of it. I was deeply impressed
by his frank and regretful condemnation
of tho effort, and especially by his manner
of expressing that regret; and my own
impression w.is deepened by tho fact that
the orator of the day, Mr. Everett, nnd
Mr. Seward both coincided with Mr. Lin
coln in his unfavorable view of Its merits.
On tho platform from which Mr. Lin
coln had nude his address, und only a mo
ment after Its conclusion, Mr. Seward
turned to Mr. Everett and asked him
what ho thought of the president's speech.
Air. Everett replied: "It was not what I
expected from him. 1 am disappointed."
In his turn Mr. Everett asked: "What
do you think of It, Mr. Seward?" Tho
responso was: "Ho ho3 made a failure,
and I am sorry for it His speech is not
equal to him." Mr. Seward then turned
to mo and asked: "Mr. Marshal, what do
you think of it?" I answered: "I am
sorry to say that it docs not impress mo
as ono of his great speeches."
In the face of these facts it has been
repeatedly published that this speech waa
received with great eclat by the audience;
that "amid the tears, sobs and cheers it
produced in tho excited throng, the orator
of the day, Mr. Everett, turned impul
sively to Mr. Lincoln, grasped his hand
nnd exclaimed: 'I congratulate you on
your success!' adding in a transport of
heated enthusiasm: Ah! Mr. President,
how gladly would I give my hundred
pages to be tho author of your twenty
lines.' "
All this unworthy gush, it is needless
to say, is purely apocryphal. Nothing of
the kind occurred. As a matter of fact,
Mr. Lincoln's great Gettysburg speech
fell on tho vast audience like a wet
blanket. At that time his reputation was
confessedly on tho wane. The politicians
of the country those ot his own party,
together with a large part of the press
were casting about for an availablo candi
date to bo his successor, while a great
majority of tho peoplo were for him. I
state it us a fact, and without fear of con
tradiction, that this famous Gettysburg
speech wis not received or commented
upon with anything like hearty favor
by the people, the politicians or the press
of the United States untd after the
death of its author. Its marvelous per
fection, its intrinsic excellence nsu master
piece of English composition, seem to havo
escaped tho scrutiny of the mot scholarly
critics and the wisest heads of the day, oil
this side of the Atlantic. That discovery
was made, wo must regretfully own, by
distinguished writers on the other side.
The London Spectator, The Saturday Ke
view, The Edinburgh Review and other
European journals were tha first to dis
cover, or at least to proclaim, the classical
merits of the Gettysburg speech. It was
then that wo began to realize thai it wan
indeed a masterpiece, and it then dawm.il
upon many minds that we had citcrtniuctl
an nssirel unawares who had left us inuin
picciatcd. Ward IT. Lamon's Letter.
THE USE OF TOSACCO.
A Markl Ch:is" Taking rtaro in the
Taatn of tho 1'iiblir Levi Chewing.
Kvery tobacconist recognizes the great
change that is taking place in what may
be called in a rather new sense the public
taste. Any average tobacconist, whc
trade is not chiefly among sailors and
truckmen, will tell you he does not sell
one-half sis much chewing toh:rco .w he
did ten years ago, and not one third sis
much sis he did twenty years sign. Very
likely ho will !e unable to guess why it is,
but he can't deny the fact I asked ono
of them sihout it the other day. lie said:
"The chsiuge is due to a vsiriety of
causes. It is a great deal more apparent
here in the csist than in tho west and
south, but it is going on all over the
country. Ono thing is undoubtedly the
strength of public opinion that it is sm
uncleanly habit It is hard for si man
who chews to keep evidences of it from
his clothes. That fact makes it ine ilstble
that the hsibit should go dowu before the
incrcstsiug attention to dress, that is si
feature of modern life. Then a great
many refined and well intentior.ed ;trso:i3
have wagetl war against it for years. It
was inevitable that some efleut should
follow their crusside.
"But the principal causes are right
here: There is n great deal more dyspep
sia smd stomach trouble in the country
now than there used to be. And no per
son can chew tobacco who has si weak
stomach. Jsimes Pnrton says in his
famous pamphlet against rum and to
bacco that the stomach will hold out
against tho weed longer than the
lungs. James does not smoke or chew,
and therefore he doesn't know. Common
experience shows that ho is wrong, and
doctors support the verdict of common
experience. Tho action of tho tobacco
juice, which trickles down the chewer's
throat, is to paralyze tho stomach. It
will do that long before smoke will luie
any perceptible effect upon sm ordinary
pair of lungs.
"Then the cigarette has done si gresit
deal to put un end to the habit of chew
ing tobacco. The growth of the cigarette
practice in this country Is, 03 they ssiy of
western towns, 'phenomenal.' The con
sumption of cigarettes has doubled many
times over in the last fifteen years. About
seven out of every ten boys who are grow
ing up now smoke cigarettes. And after
a boy has smoked cigarettes si few years
he not only has no taste for tobacco in
any other form, but he has no constitu
tion left to stand chewing tobacco. It is
curious how boys will take to cigarettes.
I believe it is very largely lecause of the
fuss that is made about them. It has got
to be the common opinion that cigarette
smoking is the most injurious practice
known. That is just why boys adopt it.
It makes them an object of awful interest
to other boys and to girls. It is soothing
to a boy's foolish pride to know that peo
ple have marked him out as ouo who is
rushing with frightful temerity to early
destruction. Whether that is thccnn&u
of it or not, it is perfectly certain that
more and more cigarettes are being sold
every year nnd lesj and less chewing to
bacco." New York Commercitd Adver
tiser. Absinthe in Light Opera.
"In Cincinnati I took to drinking sib
sinthe to steady my nerves, which hsul
been all unatrung bj' cigarettes," said si
serio-comic "You don't inhnte the
smoke, do you? No? Sensible boy! But
I w.-jj a cigarette fiend and had to brace
r.p on absinthe. Ever drink the sltur?
No? Don't, then, except a dsish in a
morning cocktniL Well, I wa drinking
it straight or on lump sugar till one night
when I found myself out on the stage
making such work sis this of one of my
prettiest bongs:
OJi, the littlo bints were sinj;InR In the cillar.
And the moon was sitting on the sun!
"I never got so much applauso in my
life. And I did't know why until sifter
the stage manager had dragged me off
and sobered me up." Buffalo Express.
The Iteggars of Itairoe.
It is estimated that tho lcggnra of Ro:r.e
recei vo SJ.COO.UO.) n. ' ear in nlnis and t!int rX.ft
of them aro worth from $I5,(!0(J to $2T,(M
each. A Roman who can muLo money by
begging is not going to work.
'SCONSET BY THE SEA.
PRENTICE MULFORD ON A PHASE OF
WATERING PLACE LIFE.
Summer Camps Along the Atlantic Sea
ohore Ouict Charm of Nantucket Life
lu tho Cottage nict and Vupreteu
tlous Kitjoymriit Hotel Lite.
There is a groat change going on as re
gards the manner of life at the watering
places on the Atlantic seaboard. It com
menced some fifteen or twenty years ago,
when tho seaside camp meeting system
begun aud the Methodists and Baptists
first caught the idea that they could com
bine religion, health, a wrestle with tho
ocean and a protract ed meeting at oue und
the same time. Thnt led to tho estsib
lishment of the great denominational and
religious summer camps at Ocean Grovo
and Asbury Turk, just below Lou,;
Branch on the Jersey coast. Cottage City
on Martha's Vineyard, where one-third of
the lev. De Witt Talmage's congregation
have recently Ieen rusticating and swim
ming, and several other smaller camps.
The bplritualists also tumbled to this
fsict, and are now every summer located,
thoussmds strong nt Onset bay on the"
Massachusetts cosist and I-siko 1'Ieasant in
the interior of that state, where they live
in touts or chesip cottsiges and receive
comniunicsilions of all sorts through their
mediums from the higher and lower
heavens. In fact, this summer sesisido
camping is extending smd gradually fill
ing up every convenient point on the At
lantic coast from Maine to Maryland.
ALONG THE SHORE.
Twenty-five years ago the south shore
of Long lland wsis little occupied in this
wsiy. Todsiy there is almost a continuous
string of summer cottsiges, hotels and
club houses from Brooklyn to tho com
mencement of tho peninsula of Montauk.
The. sjKirting clubs especially are sipt to,
take large slices of land, smd as in cases
they hiive liuught it cheap, theirs is likely
to prove a good investment lSesidcs, it
is Incoming more and more "the thing"
for every citj- man who makes any pre
tension to style to lmve his summer cot
tage somewhere, though it bo no mre
than a tent with si bosird floor or si house
wooden sis to frame smd covered with cot
ton drilling, like those we used to run up
in the mines, and in which we added to
the coi'iraercisil prosperity of the state of
Csilifornia by drinking corn whisk' find
piling tho empty bottles in cords without
the door.
A yearly incresising number of peoplo
who visit the sesiside during the summer
hsive come to discsird the hotel nnd tsike
to t!ic chesipernnd more informal cottage.
They hire them for the season, furnished.
The business of building and letting fur
nished seaside cottsiges is increasing. Tho
system is also superseding the summer
hotel. People liw far cheaper and, for
that matter, far nnro informally smd
consequently easier sit their cottsiges than
sit the hotels. They do not need to dress
for dinner or other o casions two or three
times si dsty. They bring with them their
own help, buy their own provisions, cook
their own mesils, invite what friends they
may without much ailditinnsil expense,
disrobe for their ocean baths at their
homes, walk down to tho bench in their
bathing suits and wsdk back again drip
ping wet. This kind of life briugs peoplo
nearer together smd rubs off si good deal
of uiineeesssiry stiffness. The people who
so live are by no means always tiiose of
limited means. In Underbill's system of
relatively clicsip furnished cottsiges hero
sit Siuso inset, he hits ;:mong his tenants
even New York millionaires, who tstko ro
speethely for the Mimmer little one,
storied, many chsimbered houses, which
cost him, furnished, from fOllO to$l,-!0
apiece. The are nesiilj stud tsistefully
supplied with lulls, sill m-cesssiry table ami
rooking furniture, comciiiencvs for wash
ing, in fsxct, with everything needed for s.
housekeeping family to s popper box, and
rent from $HK) to i(H) for the season.
THE COTTACE SYSTEM.
This cottsige system is quiet and unpre
tentious. Jldoes not tsike up much spsiro
iu the fashionable, sesisido news column of
the daily paper. Peter Smith, the hun
dred mill;iius:ire, anil his family have ten
times more space, ink and typo given him
than hsive 100 of the chestp cottsige resi
dents. But the msiss so living iu ihesum
mer by the sea is incresising, smd it in
volves the lest intelligence stud sound
common sense of the hind, who do not
come into the country to repeat the form
ality of the city, stud who can t ist with
out sitting dsiily at an expensive hotel
table, on which must be all 'lOssihlc kinds
of nicsit, fish and game, for which earth,
siir smd wstter have heeu ransacked; where
one half the food, despite tho style iu
which it. is served, hsus lost its freshness
from overmuch refrigeration or siluorptiou
of the conglomerate odors and l!siors
amid which il is cooked in the great hotel
kitchen iiii'tils served with sill the form
ality of si high mass, stud v.hete you sire
tyrannized by an utteudsmt demon of si
French or colored waiter, who "sizes up"
your style in thirty seconds, and is atten
tive in proportion to the fee you occsv
sionally slip into his palm, while OU sire
paying the landlord $-1 si dsiy exclusive of
extrsis, smd sm extra charge for sm orsinge
threatened if you want to csit it in your
room when you have an appetite for it.
Of course, there sire people who like this
style of living, smd they should be grati
fied, smd I sun ghid they sire gratified, for
I do love to see my fellow creatures, male,
female or otherwise, enjoying life in their
own way and as nature had formed thcin.
to enjoy life. Moles best love existence
under ground, rats in sewers, musquitoes
in swamps, smd some people require more
btyle than they do gixKl bresid and butter,
smd breathe in a certain sustensmce and
satisfaction in living up to tho dre3
parade and formality of the fashionable
watering place hotel, just sis si peacock is
made to feel happier and better by spread
ing his uisignilicent tsiil feathers or in see
ing its brother pencocLs spread theirs
around it. This is a varied world, and
a varied human and inhuman nature sill
about us, nnd everything and everybody
hsive their plsices und uses. Prentice Mul
ford in San Francisco Chronicle.
Looking Through the Telescope.
In regard to planets, we must remember
that a telescope does not give us a bird's
eye view. We see the nearest planet only
as an orb in which all such details as on
our earth belong to continents are abso
lutely lost. Mars, tho placet most fa
vorably seen, presents continents, oceans,
ice patches ami such cloud masses as ex
tend fsir enough to cover those larger fea
tures from time to time. But we cannot
hope to sec rivers or mountain ranges on
the ruddy planet.
I know not, indeed, what to say about
certain markings which Sig. Sehisiparelli,
of Milan, and recently M. Perrotin, of
Nice, think they have seen. They aro
straight, broad liands running across tho
continents, and lately Sciaparelli has seen
them doubled.
If thoy are csmals they are enormously
broad, certainly twenty times wider than
the Mississippi nt St IiOtiis. They look
too regular and straight (as Sehisiparelli
pictures them) to bo natural formations;
and if he is right about their being double
they must be artificial. The great Lick
telescope may tell ns something about
these strange features; I must confess I
strongly expect that the telescope will tell
us that the parallel canals, if not tho
whole set, aro optical illusions. It is, at
any rate, worth remarking that they have
ouly as yet been seen with telescopes of
moderate power nnd when the planet is
unfavorably placed for observation.
Richard A. Proctor in Youth's Companion.
THE FIRST
National Bank !
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COLUMBUS. W
-HAS AN-
Authorized Capital of $250,000,
A Surplus Fund of - $20,000,
Aud tho largest Paid ia Cask Capital of .
any Uink iu thi. mrt of the State.
JS" Da-lHw.it s reeeivt'd aual interetxt paid on
tiuiealciKMiit..
tCDnift.-a on tho priuc iial citita iu tlii coun
try aud Kiiroo iHmxht nual mild.
f?7"-t.'ollcetioui and all other Lusineiui gives
prompt tuid rareful attauition.
STOOEUOLDKUS.
A. ANDE1WON. PnM't.
HLKMAN l. H.OEULKICII.
Vice lnt.
O.T. HORN, Cashier.
.T. 1. IIKCKKK. HERMAN OKHLKICII.
5. SC11 UTTH, W. A. MoAl.IJSTEK,
JONAS WEI. til, JOHN W. EAKLY.
r.ANOElCSON, II. ANDERSON.
llOHEItT U1ILIG. CAKL KE1NKE.
Apr2t-H6tf
gusintss ards.
I). T. M.MITYN, M. D.
F. J. 8nrco, M. D.
Brs. MARTYN & SCHUG,
U. S. Examining Surgeons,
Ixx-sd Siirimuus Unian Pacific, O., N. al
11. U. anal U. A M. IL ll's.
Consultation in (iermnn and Engliith. Teltv
phouen at otlice nnd ivtaidencen.
SllthYo on Oliw trft. next to Urodfueh
re r's Jewelry Staire.
COLUMBUS,
NEBRASKA.
43-y
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AITlllro iltEADK, m. B-
PIIYSICIAX .IA' SURQEOX.
PIntto Center. Nehrataka. 9-y
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J A. JlcALUHTER,
ATTOKXEY ? XOTAIiV PUIiUC.
OHiee mwctnirn in Henry's huildinx, corner of
Oinesind 11th HtreutM. aUKlt)-H7y
W.
.n. okai:i.ivm.
-.Hi" .-li7 COLLECTION OFFICE.
UiwtAlrs Erunt hiialilini:, 1 1 lit sttatt.
PLASTERER.
St? Onln l.-ft. nt AruolilV or nt hi homo
will rerene prompt attention. Miiyl.s'sTJ.m
i e.i.iva v i&i:i:ai:s,
.1 TTOhWEVS AT LA 11',
Olliii. a.ya-r !''irt National Rank, (.oluinhiii,
Aalmuak.u "u-tf
niY.-iit-i ix a v; svi:ci:ox.
SrOlhY. nnd roami, tilm-k Ixiililiui;. 11th
htia-at. 'IVIi'riionr a-oiiimiiriirutioti. .j.y
0.
31 . .ia a 's-, is n. a a .
ATTtlUXKY ar XDTAUY I'UIILUT.
I ?' MJirc an.-r Imr.1 Natioiid Rank. I'oluin.
ohm, helininka.
t Ol'XTY WKfEYOi:.
ft?'" Iartia ala-iriui; Mirveinr ln can aal-alras-
in- rat 1'adilliihim, Nab., or rail at my ollica
in t oiirt lloiiaa-. Siimja-y
VroriC'K -rO IIA4IIKKN.
"W. H. Tedrowr, Co Supt.
I will N- nt my allicain (! Ca.nrt Houttho
tliiral S.'iliiral.i.t af eneh mamth for thai lillitnilin
tla.ll of laaclia-l. JRUtf
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5. .!. la AS. W ,!. ,
I ) K I TTW ' 1 1 KR A KZT,
liliiliihUH, NaihraMka.
,?Tr..",I'", !ltl' K,r,H't- Consultation. iu En
Klixh. I'rma-h.-uial (ieriiinn. !uiar(f
WAl.URlf liltO.i,
iSTEXrjtESSMEX.-TM
f'a.nv.-y K'-uU Utut-an any ttointi af tlio city,
hanal Miibihlo for plantering anal haildin; jmr-pa.-t-..
fimii-ahi-al in mij piirt of city or on Ixvird
cars at n-n.nal( prii-.. 3Uinars7y
JllllaMi. IIJCtilNS.
. .LOARbOW,
Collection Attorney.
HIGGINS & GARL0W,
ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW,
Sjaecinlty ma.lo of Collectiamt by C. J. Harlow.
'iUm
HOMGEOPATHIST.
Chronic Diseases and Diseases of
Children a Specialty.
FiT-OlKc- on Olive treet, threo doort north of
rint National Rank. Jj-iy
r? if.KiJMciit:,
llth St., opposite Lindell Hotel.
Salls llarntase. Saddle. Collam, Wnipu. Blankets.
Curry C'ouiIjh, lirushe, trunk, valines, bunrr
top, ciibhionH. carrinKta trim mm km, Ac, at tba
lowest iMxsnihlo prictB. Ra-paira promptly at-temk-al
to.
RGBOYD,
MANUFACTURER OF
Tin and Sheet-Iron Ware !
Job-Work, Roofing' and Getter
ing a Specialty.
fShaap on Olive Mrfet, '.! daon north of
Rroaifua hrerV Jentlry Store. iEJ-tf
If AliR" 'v'" " 'lo,na ani' mako more
V I Illmaiiia-y at work for iih tlmn at any
I I II jtlu'rii: el.w in that wairlaL Capital not
I WW needed: yon aro Mnrteal frw. Roth
uxt-:ull nKfri. Anyone can do the work. Ijri;w
aiirnixifT Min fram iir.-t etart. Ciwtly outfit anal
ta-rni- tia at. Ra tier n)t ala-lny. Ct. you nothing
la wr.t! Un jaur lulilra-sK hi:1 tniil ont; if you aro
wi-a.. jam ill ala n at once. H. IlAM.KTr t Co.,
Portland. M.une. dec2i-'i5y
. book of 100 page.
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Itttaiitains li.-:.soi uc wsapapera and estimates
ottueco9toiailvertistnrc.rncuiivairiiir'ivno
wants to spend ono dollar, finals bi itthe In
formation he requires, while forhiru who will
invest one huiulred thousand dollars load
vcrthdng, a scheme is indicated which will
meet his every requirement, or am be made
to do so ly tliijhi chanaea easily arrived at tycof
rttpondenee. 149 editions have been issued.
Sent, post-paid, to any address for 10 cents.
Writo to GEO. I. KOWELI. A CO..
NEWSPAPER ADVERTISING BUREAU.
(10Spruwt.l,riutia House Sq.), New York.