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HOW HE FORGAVE HER.
Those unf ortunate people who have
erer corrected their first proof sheet, or
cut the leaves of the first copy of their
first book, or on openinganewipaper have
never suddenly discovered their first fa
. Torable review, can have but a very faint
-notion of what happiness really is!
Afterward one writes better,and probably
looks on one's first book as very poor
stuff, to be forgotten, if possible, or at
least ignored on title page or advertise
ment sheet; but when that book first ap
peared what untold joy it brought
with it!
. Many years ago I was one of those perfectly-
happy persons. . My first book
(poems, of course do we not all begin
with poetry, because it is so easy, befora
-we venture to attack the difficult prose?)
had lately appeared in a charmingly pale
binding, suggestive of hope and spring;
my first notices had been sweet, with
just that dash of acidity necessary to
make the draught -more stimulating;
amiable friends hinted at a ruing genius,
and fond relatives began to build airy
palaces of stupendous Height and uncer
tain foundation, when one morning I re
' ceived a letter forwarded through my
publishers. I opened it in blissful ex
citement (the commonest things seem to
veil fair mysteries of delight when one
is a young poet) and founa a short note
and several poems.
"Dear sir the letter ran, "your book,
'Mosses and Midges' (denghtful'and orig
inal title), has been given to me to re
view for The Blackpool Chronicle, and I
find so much in.it that is sympathetic
. and true to the instincts of my own
' nature, that I venture to write to you as
a friend to a friend, feeling that we are
kindred 6onls, and should become better
known to each other, that our hands may
meet, as our spirits already da I ven
ture also to enclose one or two poems of
my own, suggested by your book. They,
with others, and someessays, will shortly
be published. May I dedicate them to
you? Yours faithfully,
"Crab Bbowkmoo." ;
"Dear sir." How delightful! He took
me for a man, as indeed most of my re
viewers had done. My feminine senses
of mischief and mystery were roused, t
and I determined I would continue to be '
"dear 6ir" as long as possible; so I read
the poems, and I found them very
beautiful, and far, far above anything I
could do, and wrote a few lines to my
unknown correspondent telling him how
. flattered I should feel-at his dedicating
Ms book to me, and signing myself by
the nom de plume I had chosen, Earle
Oakhurst.
Earle was really my own name, hav
ing been given to me, I always thought,
as an attempt to impart a dignified sound
to my other two extremely insignificant
ones, Amy Smith. Who could expect
anything from Amy Smith? But when
you said Amy Earle Smith slowly, it
sounded rather literary, so I flattered
myself. Oakhurst was the name of our
house, so for love of it I dubbed myself
Earle Oakhurst, and really - it sounded
quite important and dignified.
' A few days afterward I receivedhalf a
dozen copies of The Blackpool Chronicle
containing my new.-friend's notice of
"Mosses and Midges." It was very
flattering and 'generous, with a .sort of
half tender, half -humorous criticism
which showed me the weakness of my
work far more clearly than the severest
censure would have done. Of course, I
wrote to thank my reviewer, and after
this we corresponded constantly, our
letters growing gradually warmer and
more confidential. i
At last his book, "Stray Thoughts," ap- '
peared, and at once made a great sensa
tion. It was dedicated to "My God-given
brother and friend, Earle Oakhurst."
How proud I was as I read the words,
and then suddenly the terrible thought
flashed across my mind that I had de
ceived him, and made -him appear ridi
culous to every one who knew that I was
a woman. It was characteristic of him
that' he had never inquired or troubled
about the sex of his friend, but in his
own great honesty had taken it for
granted that I should not deceive him
even in a trifle, and this, alas, I now felt
was no trifle.
I knew not what to do, so, like most
weak people, did nothing. I did not
even acknowledge the copy of "Stray
Thoughts" he sent me, with a letter even
more affectionate than usual I was at
this time staying in London with a mar
ried cousin, and as my "Mosses and
Midges had been somewhat successful,
and had managed to get talked about, I
had plenty of invitations and enjoyed t
myself thoroughly, meeting pleasant and i
congenial people, and being made much '
of,- for I was young, fairly rich and
good looking, and wanting nothing from
anybody (the great secret of popularity).
One morning, some days after receiv
ing "Stray Thoughts," while I was still
debating how I should make my confes
sion, I got a few lines from its author.
"I am surprised," he wrote, "not to i
have had a word of greeting from you;
but never mind, 'Stray Thoughts' is go
ing so well that I have been asked to
come to London to talk over a new ven
. ture with my publisher, so shall soon,
my brother and! friend, make your per
sonal acquaintance; until then, good-by."
I felt overwhelmed with shame, and
yet absurdly happy at the idea of really
seeing and talking to him. What would
be say? Would he forgive me? Hooked
anxiously in my glass, and thought per
haps he might, for I could not help
thinking I looked pleasant, if not pretty,
as my friends told me. I could not guess
how or where I should meek him, but
the next night, when my cousin and I
arrived at a musical party, our hostess
said to me in a pointed manner, with a
smile:
"Your friend is here to-night!"
Who is 'my friend?" I thoughtkaaly
inquired.
"Cyril Brownrigg," she answered,
with a laugh. "How will he greet his
Brother and friend, I wonder?'
I felt myself growing scarlet with
shamo and annoyance, for I had, of
course, been unmercifully teased about
that unfortunate dedication, and had
carefully explained to all my friends
that the author only knew me from my
book. I fdt that I could mot stay and
meet him there with all those people
-watching, and turned to teB my cotum I
felt ill and must return home, but she
had been claimed for a duet, and was al
ready standing by the piano at the oppo
siteatdeof thexoom,so I stank away
- into the conservatory, where, behind tall
rtaaHHas and ferns, I trusted to be un
OBBstitd until I' could speak to my
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there, lost in a dream, when a voice I
knew well said quite close to met
'Save you seen tout brothcr and
here "yet, Mr. Btowmrhae? I
she (with, a mhoous ascent on
e) is here to-night, because I have
ito her cousin, Mrs. Wray-
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Mr. Cyril Brownrigg. Nowlmustleave
you and suig my little song. Aurevou-."
.And Miss Gould floated away, and I
became confusedly aware 'of a pair of
verr grave, blue -eyes .fixed inquiringly
and somewhat coMly on my face.
"I beg your pardon," he said, "but
your brother I conclude he is your
brother is a treat and dear friend of
mine. Is he here to-night?"
"I have no brother," I murmured, and
continued hurriedly: "I am Earle Oak
hurst at least my real name is Amy
Earle Smith. I wrote 'Mosses - and
Midges,' and," I added, desperately, see-!
iagbow pals and hard his face was grow
ing as the first look of surprise changed
to one of cold displeasure. '1 am so
sorry.' Forgive me; I only did it at first
for a joke, and afterward I feared" '
"You feared?' he inquired, quietly, as
I paused. ,
Yes," I ssJd, feeling, my cheeks bum
and my eyes fill with fears, "I never had
a friend like you before, and I feared to
lose your friendship!"
"And did you really imagine that to
deceive and make me ridiculous was the
best means of keeping my friendship?'
"Yes no I don't know. I did not
think much about it until I saw the dedi
cation, and then I felt too ashamed and
unhappy to confess. What can I do? I
am so sorry."
"You can do nothing. Will you allow
me to take you back to your cousin,
who, I believe, has been inquiring for
you? be asked, with a sudden change to
icy conventional tones.
I rose without a word, but as we en
tered the room I whispered: ,
"Can you forgive me?"
"No, I cannot," he answered, and
with a bow left me, and I saw him, after
a few words with our hostess, leave the
room, and was told afterward he had
pleaded urgent business as an excuse for
leaving early.
-After that" miserable evening, though
I frequently saw Cyril Brownrigg at
musical or literary gatherings, he never
spoke a word to me beyond what mere
politeness rendered necessary; and yet I
always felt a strange new joy in hisv
presence. It was a pleasure to me to
hear how popular he was becoming, and
to watch his grave eyes light up and his'
whole face gleam when he talked about
anything that interested him.
One night a large party of us were
dining together, Miss Gould, Cyril
Brownrigg, my cousin and myself being
among the number. After dinner we
were all going to the theatre to hear a
celebrated French actress in one of her
most powerful impersonations. By .
chance Cyril Brownrigg was my neigh- '
bor at the meal, but as usual, beyond
the necessarypolite formalities, did not
speak, nor did I, of course, though I
was longing to break down this icy wall
that separated me from the'man I had
grown to love so deeply. Presently the
lady sitting'on the other side of him
6aid:
"I suppose I may congratulate you,
Mr. Brownrigg, and I do, very heartily.
I really think you have been as success
ful as you could wish, and every one is
saying how entirely you deserve your
good fortune." H i
"Thank you," he answered, quietly, '
with, I fancied, a half glance at me, "I
do consider myself very fortunate, and .
hope to be even more so before long." !
"Ah!" she said with a little laugh, "we !
shall even have to congratulate you on
your marriage, I suppose?" !
I could not catch his answer, as just
then our hostess rose, and I had to f 61- !
low; but as we went upstairs a girl I
knew said:
"I suppose Miss Gould is to be con
gratulated. Have you heard of her en
gagement? A case of love at first sight,
I hear. By the by, when will Mr.
Brownrigg's new book appear? Is it
also to be dedicated to his hrother and
friend?"
The old joke had not died out even yet,
and now camo as a keener shame and
pain than ever. I made no reply, and
though I heard afterward that Mme.
Sophie Lenoir surpassed herself, every
thing that night seemed a blank to me
at the theatre. Voices and faces mixed
themselves up together in torturing con
fusion, and the brilliant light -seemed
only to show me more clearly the utter
blackiM" of my heart and life. My
cousin, perhaps, guessed .something of
my misery, for she said:
"Dont talk to Amy; let her dream.
No doubt she is composing sonnets on
the actress or the play!"
"So they laughed and left me alone.
Suddenly my apathy was broken by, a
cry of "Firel" repeated in louder tones
again and again, .and people sprang
from their seats, as thin streaks of smoke
were seen curling round behind the stage.
In vain the manager came forward and
tried to speak; in vain Mme. Lenoir, who
was dying in agonised contortions, rose,
and spoke in rapid French, assuring the
audience there was no danger; the people
grew deaf and blind toeverything but the
increasing roar, and the smoke and flame,
which were now pouring into the theatre
itself. The curtain fell, but only for a
moment served to deaden the advancing
fire.
The confusion was terrible. Women
shrieked and sobbed, mem swore, and
when every now and again a nickering
flame blazed higher than before, ft
showed a sickening scene of struggle and
despair.
I felt so miserable that I had never
thoueht of leavinsf nrr seat, but
ing stupidly, as tf the frightful scene
was no concern of min, when I was
aroused to tingling life again by Cyril's
voice cIosb to my ear:
"Take my arm," he said, mlow hurried
tones, "and for heaven's sake hold fastP
I clasped it with iboth my hands, but
without a word. He forgave me then;
he cared for me; be wished to save me;
and the joy of this thought took away
all fear. At the same moment the cur
tains in one of the boxes near blazed up'
for a few seconds, and by the light I saw
my cousin's agonised face, as she strug
gled to keep on her feet, and was
pressed back by the surging, maddened
mass from the pit; she saw us, too, and
reachedher hand out to us.
"Amy! Mr. Brownrigg!'' she cried;
"help me! do not leave me!"
He turned tome.
"It is impossible to save you both," he
said, hoarsely. "Good God! what can
I do?"
I saw what he could do, and said:
"Press forward; think only of getting
out of this horrible place."
Then the light died away again, and
with a smothered sob of intense thank
fulness I slid my.hands from his arm,
and, taking my cousin's, gently slipped
them into the same place and pushed her
forward, saying:
"Keep firm hold. I will follow close
behind.'
She was half dead with terror, and
scarcely understood, but .clung blindly,
and he, in the straggle and darkness,
did not notice the change, and pushed
his way forward, nhiriding my cousin as
well as he could.
I kept close to them until we reached
the passage leading to therdoor'ofexit
into the street, but then somebody seised
me by the shoulders and dragged me
roughly baclc,alippingmtomyjplace. I
lost my balance ana fell, ana for one
horrible minute felt a sickening sense of
suffocation as the rush passed over me;
the next I struggled on my feet again.
Fortunately, rhad fallen close to the
wall, so was able to support myself
against it, and felt my way by its guid
ance through the blinding ssaoke in the
direction ofthe door.
- I nearly crushed to iWfh. and
very sore and bruised, but I felt the still
glow of that gnat joy to amy heart, and
thanked God with all arr soul that I had
been able to show Cyril thatlwas mot
entirely hesrOsss. Death seamed noth
ing to me to cosomarison wititthe know
ledge that he loVsdne,forIhad seen
the love I longs far to hfc agonised
eyes, and heard it to hfe voice dmSmg ths
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you. Amy, are .yom-much hurtf Hoi
could I have missed you?- IshaH
forget my horror and misery when I got
"outside "the theatre and found your
cousin clinging 4o me, and you, I knew
noswnere. irusnea fm agaim, out was
helptees in the darkness, umtil at last I
found yom quite close to the door!"
"Have you dmum' forgiven bbsI" I
asked.
"Yes, my dearest, I forgave yom long
ago, and loved you too; hut after that
evening when I was so hard and merci
less I feared to tell you what I felt, and
you always seemed to avoid me, and
treat me so coldly."
"Oh," I said, between a laugh and a
sob, "I thought yom never meant to
speak to me again, and I heard a lady
congratulating you on jour approaching
marriage to Miss Gould."
"Vina tXrmttAV h A.latmw "TOT...
she has just become ensaced to .Thorn
'.1
ton, the artist who painted her portrait
to the B. A. this year. What can you
mean?
"I thought," I stammered "I heard
she was engaged directly after hearing
yon congratulated, and so I thought"
"You were entirely mistaken, he said,
gravely. "That lady was congratulating
me on the announcement of the speedy'
appearance of my new book, and: sug
gested that probably my marriage would
be the next subject of congratulation.
But there is only one woman I would
marry. Amy, the 'brother and friend' I
know so well and love so dearly. It is
my turn now to ask for forgiveness.
Can you forgive me, Amy, and let my
new book be dedicated To the God given
wife and friend' I hone to have alwavs
beside me henceforth? Can you. Amy?
'Yes." I answered, and that "yes" has
been the key to my earthly paradise, for
surely no other woman can ever have
been so happy as I am.
There is no doubt one is absurdly joy
ful over one's first proof sheet and first
review, but Cyril and I always say, after
all the last is better than the first, and
we ought to know, for we have just
finished correcting what will certainly
be our very last proof sheet. We have
grown old together, since that terrible
yet joyful evening, and as we sit hand in
hand by the fire, and recall the past, we
feel that though the first book was a
beautiful preface, yet the deepest joy
and holiest content came afterward,
when the glamour of poetry and passion
being past, we still felt the glory of art,
and the unselfish "beauty of love grow
clearer and more divine with every day
we passed together, and every line we
wrote. Once a Week.
A UfeteBc aVave.
William Warren, the veteran come
dian of the Boston museum, had a ro
mance that a newspaper writer has just
made public "Few persons," says he,
"are aware that this comedian, the mer
riest of the merry, carried 'a lifelong
hunger in his heart.' In their earlier
?ears William Warren and- Adelaide
hillips were lovers. The latter had a
father of the Eccles type. When mar
riage was proposed to her she made this
answer:
"I love you, and because I love you I
will not marry you. This old man, my
father, is helpless a sore trial, in truth
and he must look to me while he lives.
I would not purchase my own happiness
by adding to your burden. Let us wait,
and if the good years to come bring
fruition of our hopes we will live for
each other then. Meanwhile I shall not
cease to lovo you, nor will I marry any
other man, let the end be what it may.
The lovers went their ways. Father
Phillips, though he abated not a jot of
his devotion to gin, lived on and on.
Young Adelaide grew to old womanhood
and the great comedian went on the list
of honored veterans of whoin the world
speaks with respect. Still their love
survived, and when at last their weary
waiting ended, and they once more took
up the old question, both found that op
portunity was come too late.
"They had grown old in singleness;
had formed ineradicable habits; neither
had many years longer to remain, and
well, they would live out their uvea in
the way they had followed for a genera
tion, and trust to the eternal future to
bring them realization of their early
dream. Adelaide Phillips went first,
'the strong base and building of her love
unshaken to the last. And now the
other, who, like Philip Bay, had waited
all his life, has found the meaning there
is in the august experience of a change
of worlds." Brooklyn Eagle.
TricUa Baca Crittoa.
A St. Paul gentleman, who many years
'ago was a resident of Cincinnati, tells a
story concerning Powers, the sculptor,
which has probably never been in print.
There were at that time in Cincinnati
two or three connoisseurs in art who as
sumed a sort of general censorship in
such matters, and everything that they
said concerning works of art was sup
posed to "go." They had unfavorably
criticised some of Powers' work, and,' as
he did not take much stock in their dic
tations anyway, he decided to show them
up to the art people of the city. He was
working some in wax and announced a
reception at which be would show some
of the latest products of his genius.
Among the figures was one represent
ing the mayor of the city. It stood in a
niche by itself, with the light arranged
for the best effect. The high mucka
mucks of the art world of Cincinnati at
tended 'the reception. They examined
the figure of the mayor and made com
ment on it "The hands," remarked one,
"do not reveal any anatomy." "The legs
are a trifle short," said another, "but
otherwise I consider it a very fine
figure." And so they went on. One of
them finally discovered that something
was wrong about the bridge of the nose,
and raised his hand to point out the de
fect. "Damn you, dont you pinch my
nose," cried the alleged wax "figure" to
their astonishment, dismay and complete
overthrow as art critics. The sculptor
had induced the real live mayor to help
him in his little scheme. St. Paul
Pioneer Press.
mmilflwalre Mother of a Socialist.
One of the richest women in the world,
the Duchess of Galliera, died in Paris.
Her grace was the daughter and heiress
of the Marquis de Brignole Sale, a rich
Genoese nobleman. She years ago mar
ried the Duke de Galliera, who was very
wealthy, but their fortune was enor
mously increased by judicious specula
tions. Some idea of the Duchess of Gal
liera's riches and benevolence can be
formed-wheu it is said that her husband
gave 1,000,000 to the city of Genoa to
enlarge the port, and the duchess 2,000,
000 to build a new hospital the most
magnificent in Europe to enlarge five
streets and to restore churches and
charitable institutions. She also pre
sented to her native city her palace, the
celebrated Palace Rosso, with its superb
collection of Vandykes and other pictures
by the great masters. In Paris she en
dowed a museum of art, an orphanage
and other charitable institutions, and she
is well known also to have purchased
back a good deal of the Spanish estates
of the Duo de Montpensier, which she
presented to him many years ago. The
only son and heir of this lady, Signor
Ferrari he refuses the title of duke k
a well known socialist whereas. the
duchess herself was an extreme Royalist
London Court Journal.
Sarah Winnemuoca, tne inuun prm
cess who attended Wallesley college,
and under the nom de plume of
"Bright Eyes" has written ssveral fron
tier stories, is now teaching an Indian
school of her own. She reports that aha
hss fifteen or Bixteen pmpik.amdisget-
A survivor of the Light Brigade is
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ARTISTS WITH 80A.
la Art
Of all classes of art and
the lushest to the lowest from
Amgelodown to the brush wielderwbo
whitewashes the back fence, there is
probably no class with whom the public
is more unfamiliar than that known in
every day phraseology as "inirror dec
orating." Yet almost everybody has
seen decorated mirrors. They abound
insaloons'and places of public resort
and, though so common, it is a rare
thing to catch the artist at his work.
Elaborate scenes,' graceful flowers, ferns
and figures, or an "advance notice" of
some coming theatrical attraction stand
out on the polished glass, but how they
came there or by whom they were done
is a mystery to the passer by and the
man who tarries before the bar.
"Who does it?" repeated a cocktail dis
penser on Madison street to a Mail repre
sentative, looking up at a .huge,!. mirror
which exhibitea a foreground of -reeds
half concealing a meditative stork, al
lowing the spectator to gaseoveralake
upon which a boat was. sailing, and
bringing his eye againstaraage of moun
tains in the distance. "Well, lota of
fellows around town do the.work as a
steady job, and any number of 'seeds'
tramp the country picking up drinks,
grub and occasionally a quarter, because
they know how to handle a pencil or,
rather, the soap in this kind of work.
"It's done with soap, you know pure,
white soap. The man who did this piece
of work was a traveler, and from the
way he looked when he came in the other
morning and struck for the job, I should
judge he entered the city to one of the
side door palace cars. He had a pocket
ful of soap, and I told him if he would
apply a little of it to his face and hands,
in conjunction with some water, he could
use the rest on the mirror. That's the
result of his work. Looks like quite a
job, doesn't it? The fellow did it in about
an hour, and thought himself amply
paid with three or four drinks and 25
cents."
Theartof mirror decorating, like every
other specialty of the kind, appears to
require a peculiar KnacK ior just mat
kind of business. The drawing is done
with soap, and while the lines must be
boldly marked, there are opportunities
for delicate shading and requirements of
correct perspective which cannot be neg
lected if the sketch is to be a success.
And while tho decorating of a mirror in
a barroom with a piece of white soap
cannot be called very high art, it is still
an art in thesenso that many a poor
tramp who is working only for a drink,
can turnout a better piece of work in
quicker time than a way up artist who
has had his picture displayed in the
academy.
The mirror decorations commonly seen
are in only one color the white al
though many of the "soap artists" attain
to higher flights and indulge in colors.
What the-mixtures they use are com
posed of they consider a trade secret but
not a few of them can, with their white
soap and their little pots of tinted paste,
S reduce really artistic results, imitating
owers in their natural colors and ob
taining a perspective, with the aid of the
mirror itself, that is well nigh perfect
The work is done very quickly by those
who do it-at a very low price. The ma-'
terials used are inexpensive, and 'the
artist is generally satisfied to make 60
cents or $1 an hour for work which
comes so easy for him.
, There are two or three of these mirror
decorators in the city who make it a
point to spread the merits of theatrical
! companies through the medium of their
'soap. Tho manager pays them for their
work, and the owners of the mirrors re
ceive complimentary tickets in consid
, erationof allowing a neatly lettered an
nouncement to appear for a few days
, upon the glass. And in this connection
a pertinent story has been heard. It is
awell known factthatthe men who handle
the paint brushes, and especially the sign
writers, are decidedly reckless in the
matter of orthography.
; Once, when "Hearts of Oak" was to be
i given at the Academy, CoL Dan Shelby,
then in charge, concluded to work .the
"mirror racket," and hired a man to do
the job. When the colonel went after
his matutinal cocktail the next morning
hegazed at the barroom mirror and saw
"Harts of Oke" inscribed thereon in
large letters. It was that way all over
the west side, too. The bartender said
he should have corrected the soap artist
in any reasonable error, but he so effec
tually disguised his words that besup--poseatho
play was a new one some
thing about "Mr. Hartz, of Oke." Chi
cago MaiL
THE CHAMPION EATER.
He Dares! Fstate
Case hy the
On the plantation of Capt W. H.
Stokes, in Twiggs county, there resides
a white tenant who promises to become
the champion eater of Georgia without
any opposition. The man's name is Ebb
Floyd, and be is said to be a short, stout
, man of 80 years of age and of a jollydis-
j position.
! Floyd first attracted the attention of
' his nehbora at a log rolling which took
place about a month ago. On that occa
sion, after finishing the work the work
men sat down to a supper, and before
them, among other things, were placed
fifteen large potato custards. This dish
was a favorite of Floyd's, and the fact
was known to several of his friends, who
were present at the supper. One of them,
in a banter, offered to bet with Floyd
that he could not eat half the custards at
the same meal, and was very nmcHsur
; prised when his fanner friend took him
up, ana agreea to eat ten 01 uiem wuu
out stopping.
Piline un the dishes in a circle, he
j commenced upon the spread. Five were
soon eaten, ana tnen tne run negan wiin
a rush. One after another disappeared
slowly but surely, until the magic num
ber of ten came to hand, and all present
were in an uproar.
Straightening himself out for thefray,
the farmer commenced on the home
stretch. Ten large sweetpotatocustards
inside of him and five awaiting the at
tack presented a ludicrous scene. It
was agony, but three soon sped away on
their journey to meet their fellows, and
gradually the last of the fifteen found it
self on the way down to the depths. He
had accomplished the feat and the prize
offered in the bet was his, and his only.
This was; however, only a starter for
Mr. Floyd, and so, therefore, he chose a
day for another effort mnd again he
came out victorious.
This time it was a chewing contest
and sugar cane was the object of his at-
After a day of frolic and fun, and after
indulging in a hearty dinner, with turkey
and stuffing to his heart's content be
visited a house where he expected to eat
supjrr and remain all night
Thtotiina a crowd had gathered to see
ths Twiggs wonder, and an abandance
of good, juicy cane bad beam set to the
room ready for the contest
As a preliminary, fourteen fun stalks
chewed before suDuer. and then all
hands sat down to an old time Thanks
giving supper, with 'possum and yams
ia piemry
of rich gravy.
FtoiahhucsuDpsr.the host ammounced
to his friends that the eontest was ready I
to d opened, sal sassd if amy ims mom I
saiwanlBBJBBkesetoommtore f
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'2-gr &-,. -
snishLfromi
Michael
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jl scooot -BflBCZor as tas crowasug.
ithstasedytrislDS asads,aS
ofsred to wager that Floyd comldnot
ck three stalks to tem muustes. This
,., . ...n it! amdtiia wtfmnJneba-
l3r& "? .T?V
Two of tsmrnvware disposed of to fivs
nuhutes, and the third one saw its fats
to two saore munutes, making the fanner
ths wtomer by three minutes.
Thai settled the question of speed, and
than some one offered to bet two to one
that Floyd could not drink a quart of
the juice down without stopping. He
was a wiser man in just a minute later,
for, catching upa jug, Floyd drained ft
of three pinto of the sweet stuff.
Every one was satisfied and be was the
hero or the hour, when a small hand
cane mill was brought into the room and
twenty stalks were crushed, giving out
three gallons of juice.
This was a startling announcement
and it had the effect of making Floyd a
lion among his friends, when they were
taken aghast by the statement that he
could chew twenty stalks before be re
tired and not feel the result
Every one laughed at him, and all
thought him to be jesting when he laid
out twenty of the largest stalks of cane
near his chair and commenced on the
work of grinding out the juice with his
molars.
One by one the stalks were taken, up
and stripped, chewed and the. pieces
thrown aside, and to exactly one hour
and fifteen minutes the little pile was
exlumsted and the man was ready to
quit and retire from the field.
The news of his feat spread far and
near in his neighborhood, and now he is
the wonder of the section.
His friends in Twiggs county pit him
against any man in the work! for the
championship and a prize of $100.
Macon (Ga.) Telegraph.
A MATHEMATICAL' PRODIGY.
TTfce
C a
Reuben Field, the mathematical pro
digy of Lexington, who has attracted so
much attention, was born at Warrens
burg, Johnson county, shout thirty years
ago, and possesses only slightly better
intellectual faculties than "Blind Tom."
"lSuebV gift is made the more promi
nent by the barrenness of his mind to
other features. He has no intelligence
aside from his remarkable manipulation
of figures. Give Reuben Field a problem,
no matter whether it be to decimal, com
pound or vulgar fractions; it makes no
difference whether it is better suited to
the rules of short than long division; it
is immaterial whether there are ten fig
ures or 700 in it; whether multiplication
or substraction; and he will, withoutthe
aid of paper or pencil, give you the
answer before the echoes of your voice
in propounding the question have fully
died away. He cannot read; he cannot
write. He does not know one figure
from another, and yet mentally, by the
gift which he possesses, he can solve any
problem submitted to him. As "Blind
Tom's" talent of repeating pieces of music
played in his presence for the first time by
many of the most brilliant performers in
the country has been tested, and always
with the result of making more wonder
ful his great gift so have learned math
ematicians tried to trap Field, but with
out success. To give him a problem
which one himself could not solve
would not determine whether he was
right or wrong, and lest errors might be
made the most difficult "examples" to
the higher arithmetics, as well as others,
originating with their Questioner and
simple enough except for their long
array of figures, have been hurled at
him, and quick as a flash would come
his answer, always correct
Give him the diameter of the wheel of
a locomotive, and the distance between
any two points it makes no difference
how great the time spent in traversing
this distance, and you have hardly
ceased spesking before he gives you the
number of revolutions the wheel makes
in covering the distance. Give him the
distance and the time and he will tell
you the diameter of the wheel. Tell him
the dimensions of a brick, and say to him
a wall is so many feet long, so many
high and so many thick, and he promptly
teus you how many bricks are to the
walL Not to a reasonsble length of
time, as though calculating it but in
stantly, and while skilled accountants
who have witnessed hto feats have ques
tioned the correctness of his answers,
they have found they ware to error and
Reub was right whenever they did so.
Tell him to multiply 9,8tt,746,ttt,166 by
73, add 80,073 and divide by 60, and in
less time than the reader can calculate it
Reub will have the answer ready. These
figures are only used as an illustration,
but they are simplicity to its purest
form compared to some submitted to
him. He has gray eyes, and, when not
engaged in exhibiting his strange gift,
they are entirely free of expression, as
though they were of dead glass; but have
him in the excitement of figures and a
.strange glitter something little short of
an expression ox maaness ugms tnem
up. The strangest of this half witted"
fellow's accomplishments is that awak
ened at any hour, he will tell you the
time toa second. He does not make a
business of exhibiting his power, and it
is not always that those who are most
kind to him, and whom he knows best,
can persuade him to "show off." He
says his power came from God, and, if
he accepted offers which had been made
to him to travel with showmen, or to
take employment in large business
houses, God would take his gift away.
Lexington (Ma) Cor. Globe-Democrat
Made 1Uch fa' Half aa Hoar.
&R. Roger and his brother left their
homes near Hastings, Mich., about four
years ago and went to Breckenridge,
Cola, where they worked in a stamp
mill. They got -possession of two claims,
the "Iron Mask" and the "Eewanee," and
worked them during spare hours, putting
considerable time and money into them.
The claims had been worked previously
for six years by an old miner, who failed
to find paying ore. Roger recently put a
man in the lower one, and went to work
himself, to lev than half an hour, after
digging about two feet he struck gold
and silver bearing carbonate of silver,
said to be the most valuable and easily
worked deposit in that state. The vein
was followed to the surface, when it was
found that all the previous years' work
had been within eighteen inches of the
vein. The Roger brothers have been
offered $100,000 for the two mines, but
want $200,000. Within- a week after
this find 6,000 men were on the spot
establishing claims, but the Rogers ha
secured many of the most desirable. The
mine is on the east side of the mountain,
and the snow necessitates keeping it
roofed over. Chicago Tribune.
A Caxteas Ctty.
Imagine a city with most of its streets
narrow, muddy and crowded, where the
seller of lettery tickets takes the place of
the newsboy,, where the pavers of the
street, the conductors of the cars, the
clerks to the stores, the poHcemen on
their beats, the soldier with his musket,
the barefooted men and women who
peddle their wares and the. very beggars
at the doorways all smoke cigarettes or.
cigars. Ths street care cany the cof
fined dead to the csmstsry, with the
mournere to the cars that follow. Men.
women mr children, half m" and
without shoes, bear the burdens that we
put upon drays and wagons: water car
riers peddlo the llmpidfluid from the
aqueducts from bouse to homse. Every
other woman has n faehydasitog con
tentedly from n sack upon her hack.
Imagine the picture and yon get a
glmipse of the street scenes that yom
knkupon about the greet paftsBtfacteg
the costly palace and the naifftuVsnt
cathedral ofthV Cuy of Maxtoa-Ctty
of Mexico Cor. Albany Journal.
A correspondent of La Science en
Famflle states that to the Pnasstsnt
church at LOam, Russia, there is amor
gam which occupies the whole width of
the church, about 00 feet end which
has 111 registers, 8.000 pipes and HbaW
lows of large siae. tt lias 4 harpsichords
seal 1 medal The hwgastptoe to formed
ormantfsa menes
IsmglB. and has a
$1 feat to
length, and has a asotiom of 7 afaare
facias, and weighs lt) poamds. Bar
sides .Urn. WjaJstojHSsfL are
. .
. -'
I swsssuij au bbobss ct
coBAJsing varisus .part. .-.
strumas without having dtaast re-
ms soUai JHn, By a. spa-
ffcil wmfflHsfrt TTfflTrinstinn rMiBTamaBBg
SSSaareastft
of this kind may be cited: Onan
sf the cathedral of Riga, 11$ res basis.
Garden City emthsBraJnttw; StAlbsrt
HalL London, 100; Cathedral of Uhm,
100; St George's HalL UverpooL lot;
Notre Dame. ParaToO: Bostommthe-
dral. 8$; Cathedral of Schwerin, OS; St
Nicholas camrcn.
cathedral, 43.-
In America there are todies who
a livelihood by teaxhtog the
the social game of whist In
there is a tody known to
circles who. to use an
beats tnem nouow. sm to a
player whose father.
land owner of the south of Russia lost
all his fortune over the chess board.
Ills daughter, now Madame Lavroffsky,
when still a young girl, was seised with
the fixed idea of winning it back in the
manner in which it was lost She
studied the game with unexampled as-
sKtuiry uaaer ner raisers gmoance, ana
in time became a past master, or
tress, therein. Then she began
careerasaprorcsuonai. one I
then amassed a considerable
playing to large stakes, and lately
rieu M. lavroffsky, also a lover ore
Dull ll.llli.MM.
A Lofty Ideal.
He who would make progress for him
self, or who would help others upward,
must have clearly befora his numd the
ideal of the best conceivable attainment
But while a man must perceive that ideal
for Iumself. it is not always wise for him
to disclose it toothers. If be would be
to others a means'of inspiration or of in
struction all his words and acts must
, point to the direction of his ideal; but
they are not necessarily to point it out
in its exnucitness. When Moses would
reform the Hebrew view of the marriage
relation he made regulations in the di
rection of the ideal standard of marriage
, in its pristine purity ; but because of the
j hardness of the people's hearts, through
their wrong education up to that
time, he refrained from exacting of them
all that would have been their duty had
; they been capable of perceiving it as
such. So, again, Jesus withheld some
truths from his disciples which they
were not yet able to bear, while all that
he said to them was to the direction of
i the greatest truths known to himself.
' And so it must be with every wiso
teacher and leader. He meeds to-have
hto highest ideal ever before himself ; but
it may not be expedient to bring its daz
zling brilliancy Immediately, before the
dull eyes of those whose gaze upward
be is lovingly directimg.--Sunday School
Times.
sf K
Burn old shoes and the snakes wul
squirm away from that place.
Shoes must never be put on a shelf
higher than the head of the wearer.
To keep shoes, even after they are past
wearing, will keep good rack about a
place.
If you stub the right toe you wiD be
welcomed; if you unfortunately stub
the left you may know that you aren't
wanted.
Burnt shoe soles sad feathers are good
to cure a cold to the head, my old aunt
ies, and parched shoe soles and hogs'
hoofs is a good mixture also for coughs.
The older dusky maids believe that
when their shoes come untied and keep
coming untied it to a true sign that then
sweethearts are talking and rtifairfng
about them.
Good tack to the child who draws on
her stocking wrong side out If she
takes it off and rights it before 13 o'clock
she may feel assured of getting soon a
nice present
A more absurd fancy is to believe that
when any one accidentally spits on the
old. shoe a child wears this sives assur
ance thst the cbiklwiU soon nave brand
new footgear. Exchange.
In Washington county two married
couples were imng only a short distance
apart end by neighborly intercourse
each man became enamored of the,
other's wife, while the ladies soon
learned to love the other's husband, and
thus became estranged from their first
love. When matters took this shape it
csmetobe noticeable by all concerned,
and msny evenings passed while each
husband was at the other's house pour
ing out his tale of love and fidelity into
the willing ears of the listeners. Finally
one of the husbands, a little bolder than
the other, proposed an exchange. This
was met with gladness by all the parties
interested, and the proposing parry con
sented to the trade on condition that the
other would allow him $5 to cash and
seven bushels of Quaker peas. This was
readily consented to, and the trade was
made, each wife going to the other's
home, carrying with her thechildren,
and are now Hying to the sweetest do
mestic felicity. They will try to have
the courts make the trade legaL At
lanta Chronicle.
a Jeaa.
"Some bright newspaper man," re
marked my marine engineer friend;
"ought to ship as a deck hand or coal
passer on a big lake boat and write up
his experiences. He'd get an idea of life
unfamiliar to him, and be able to inter
est his readers with glimpses of a strange,
rough, reckless existence, and perhaps if
be had a good constitution he'd be all the
better for roughing it for a few weeks.
He would see some amusing things, too.
I remember one night in Chicago, as we
were lying near the Clark street bridge,
a cab was driven rapidly on to the bridge
just as it was in the act of swinging.
The cabby was half tipsy, but he had a
fare and was rushing away with him for
one of the depots. 'Oh, Til get there,'
he says; 'I always do, and you cant stop
me.' He went on ssssing' the bridge
tenders as be and his cab swung around
with the bridge. The vessel went through,
the bridge swung to place, but the bridge
tenders had put up a job on the jehu.
Away rattled the cab, the driver crack
ing his whip and veiling, Til get there.'
but he didn't, for the bridge tenders
turned him the wrong way. They swung
the bridge clear around. Buffalo News.
PatBraBs vaCaaa.
The gold beaded cane which loving
children present to dear, papa, to renund
him that he is growing old and that his
tottering footsteps are fetching him to
the grave; or which poorly paid em
ployes present to the superin tenasnt as a
bit of taffy; or which the retiring minis
ter receives from his doting comgrega
tion to help him on his journey," is going
out of favor as a gift, to holidays or
other times. The gold headed umbrella
has ' taken its place. The umbrella an
swers all the purposes of a walking stick,
without the disadvantage of the latter.
It is not a hint of old age, and to more
convenient to a rain storm. As eloquent
donation speeches may be made over a
fine suk umbrella with a gold headed
handle as over an ebony wood crab that
but few rnenwiU carry about with them.
Possibly the umbrella is nureUkelyto
turn up as lost strayed or stolen, with
lem rnaiVT of eiM tej true owner
again than the cane, but that ism disad
vantage that comes entirely from the
superior value of the mmUxaUa. There
is the same distinction between gold and
as the animal you stole
onlyacoit, reaUBxawisjsBasrw
the regulators, "w hare decided to give
ty-nine leases win a norsewam
of hanging you. But we shall
weD.-
I hare only one favor to ask. gent is-
sau tue prisoner, paie uas un-
OffkAtfattT
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of control over her child B7a"Wasr
which did not work. She did not knew
her boy. She ouite uadervafcsed his x-
rami
She had exhausted all amwato to mm
! imagination, and finally ahs bad recourse
to practical terrors. Hue twaassnM to
call the pnlirmmsn. and she amassed the
prison ceU and the dock, amdan
tutors.
"Yahrsaid ths boy. "
can't play the noMcsmam on me. Hei
me a lot of candy yesterday. He
mUi'tmMk frw !
Francisco Chroaiele.
of Mrs. E.B.
Alaska, Btomop Yladssnr, of the 3
urtnoaox cssurcn, torn
Sitka, said: "Though I
mission I, of course, heard of the i
or once contract, as it to there
There are a torke number of
shop keepers, factory hands audi
insunilar pursuits to different parts of
tneAlaskam territory, and I was told
that they were most inunoraL They
usually have mo wives of their owm.se
they go to depraved Tmdtoms, buy thek
young daughters for money or Manor,
and after living with the poor gtoto a
white cast them adrift" San Francisco
Cor. Chicago Tribune.
Since tho saarriage-fauure topic has
been worn out and reduced to a pulp, the '
country is now to be deluged with this
Question of dancing,
i proper or mot; if so.
what character, for how
and what style of draw? Theater. C. 8.
mckerson opens the ball, aa to
proper, with an indomimont of
ine. He says it is natural
beautiful. That is, square dances,
people move gracefully and
touch finger tips. He says
should be done at home; therefore the
waits is banished from Mr. Nickerson's
congregation. But high necked, eleven
o'clock, square cornered, long meter
dancing he thoroughly approves. Min
meapolto Tribune.
OxMe.
It has long been known that rails of
than those of dead tracks, but so far no
aatisfactory explanation has bean found.
W. Spring, to The Bulletin of the Royal
Belgian academy, shows that this is due
to the formation of a coating of mag
netio oxide of iron under tho influence of
humidity and pressure. In order to
prove the correctness of this view, Mr.
Spring has brought moistened rust and
n clean plate of iron under a pressure of
from n thousand to twelve hundred at
mospheres, which corresponds to that of
tiie wheels of a locomotive of a thousand
hundredweights. He found that the
rast powderhad penetrated the iron, and
formed a coating of magnetic oxide.
A fellow with an Enghah accent
rked a new racket on me the other
day." said a New York hotel man. "He
registered, got a good room and threw
down two railroad checks for his 'lug
gage,' which he ordered sent upstairs to
him. After some hours spent in looking
for the trunks, the clerk reported that
they could not be found. Tins threw the
Englishman intoa towering rage, and he
was with difficulty persuaded that no
doubt they could bs found by next morn
ing. Next morning be went himself to
complain at the station about the trunks,
and never came back. The checks were
bogus and had secured for the scamp
two meals and a bed."
A fox hound belonging to Cant Mark
Percy.of Cox's Head, near Fort Pophasa,
phased a fox for two days. The dog
was seen in pursuit of the fox wvsraX
haum during the two days, and his deep
baying was frequently heard. Finally
the fox tired out, end fell to the ground
SThsusted The dog, knowing that he
had not sufficient strength left to fight
the fox. sat down near him and watched
him. In this condition the fox and the
hound were found by a man who lived
near, and the fox was so exhausted that
the man easily killed him with a club.
Lswiston (Me.) Journal.
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English Spavin Liniment removes all
hard, soft or calloused lumps and blem
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splints, sweeney, ring-bone, stifles,
sprains, all swolen throats, coughs, etc
Save $50 by use of one bottle. Warranted.
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umDus. o-jy
In a long journey straws weigh.
umekeas mas Om Trkk,"
reMThart the professor, in a daurasston
of favorite authors, "which always
struck me ss an oddity. I mean the
habit of pinning some distinctive word
or phrase on a character, which must be
uttered on all occasions, Now people in
life dont iterate like parrots. At least,
I know of only one person who is liable
to such criticism young Bowdin, my
neighbor. The picture of health isn't
he? Buddy cheeks sparkling eyes, ring
ing voice. Well, his pet phrase, which
fve heard him repeat to perhaps a score
of people suffering from coughs and
weak lungs, is, Take Pierce's Golden
Medical Discovery.' No wonder, either,
for it saved him from a consumptive's
grave.
1600 reward offered by proprietors of
Dr. Sage's Catarrh Besaedy for en in
curable
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