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A SKETCH OF JOHN BRIGHT ,
How Ho Lives hi His Natlvo Lanca
shire Homo.
A TRUE BRITON IN APPEARANCE.
A Mnn ot the People His Carpet Fac
tory Secret of John Itrlglit"'a
Oratory Tlio Popularity of
the Noted Personage.
LONDON , March 8. [ Correspondence
of the BBK. ] "What Lancashire thinks
'to-dayEngland | thinks to-jnorrow. " This
remarkable tribute to the strong commonsense
mon-sense of "Lancashire lads" and
Manchester men , " I heard Lord Salis
bury pay to the assembled merchants in
the Manchester for a generation in
spired the progress of the English pee
plo. It need not bo retold how ho , with
Cobden , created , championed , and con
cluded in triumph the crusade * against
the corn laws that starved the poor ,
nor how ho stood almost alone in his
grandeur of principle and eloquence ns
the protestor against the popular Crim
ean war , nor how ho led the battle of
reform that was won in 1807. Ho was
the pride of his native Lancashire ,
Manchester honored itself by electing
111 in to parliament , his voice was the
clarion call that could rouse the coun
try to action or BOO the it by oxquisitc
melody. Yet Manchester rejected
John Bright in a fit of bad
temper in 1857 , since when
Birmingham has prized the distinction
of calling him her M P. And , Lanca-
ehiro-liko , Bright paid unfaithful
Manchester back by keeping out of her
way for nine long years. It was only
f when the great wave of agitation for
reform , arose in 1868 that ho relented
for the good of the cause , and agreed to
inako a speech , The memorable scene
is never to bo obliterated. Moro than a
hundred thousand had hold open-air
meetings that afternoon. At night the
JFroo Trade hall hold two or three
thousand moro than its seating capacity
llvo thousand ana when Bright's
noble figure was seen the pent up en
thusiasm of those nine cold years burst
out in torrents of cheering , found a vent
in the singing over and over again of
"Auld Lang Syne , " while hard-visagcd
jmen were moved to tears. It wns odd
that his title of "Right Hon. " was
pninocl by his acceptance of n seat in
Gladstone's cabinet , which made him ,
the opponent of the state church , a
patron of forty-one church livings. Ho
BOOH gave it up.
His homo has always been in his own
country , near his mills and among his
Jrionds , the working people. Ho is a
typical "Lancashire lad" himself , plus a
Quaker training and taste , which has
smoothed down much of the ruggoU un-
/couthncss / characteristic of the species.
Rochdale is a typical Lancashire town ,
irregular , up and down , moro dirty than
clean , its air penetrated with as rank a
dialect as now remains in England.
Near by , just across the wild moor that
Logins back of John Bright's house , is
Toumordon , whobo people explain its
queer design , us the "Rachda fowk"
might say of their town , "God ma < lo th'
earth , but forgot Tordmuddon cos it hod
potion under 'Is ' thoomb. " Tlo ) Rocn-
ilalo co-oporativo pioneers are the
largest trading concern on that system
In the world. Through ono of its long
Bimko-liko streets , out toward tlio moor ,
tiast n largo family of hugo factories , wo
come to a plain , old-fashioned but state
ly rod brick house , standing on
n well-kept lawn , edged with llowor-
Jjods and shrubs , Thifi is "Ono Ash , "
, the homo of John Bright , Quaker and
.
- - - - - -
Mnn of the People. No showiness , yet
unmistakable dignity ; no trace of wealth
display , yet there is a. refinement in the
surround'ings which tolls of highly cul
tivated taste. The homo proclaims the
man. A maid-servant opens the door , a
favorite Scotch collie gives umuclunoro
home-like welcome than a liveried foot
man , and the simple ot cotoras that in
terest the visitor in the druwing-room
arc thoroughly in keeping with the un-
ostcntatiuus character of the host.
Busts of Cobdcn , Ohovrtlier , MilnerGib-
son , and engraved portraits of others ot
his oininont comrades in the old cam
paigns are the principal works of art.
A handsome oaken cabinet holds n col
lection of the finest specimens of Staf
fordshire pottery and other manufac
tures , presented to Mr. Bright by the
people of that country. His largo correspondence -
spondonco finds him plenty of work with
that fine small-hand pen which ho so
courteously and conscientiously wields.
Ho is simplicity itself in his habits.
John Bright never was a society man. "
Since his widowerhood ho has done
moro reading. For several years ho
had acliarming residence in Piccadilly ,
overlooking Green Park , with the lead
ing people of title as his neighbors on
either hand. His relations with his
work-people are those of a conscientious
employer , who pays market wages and
expects n full tale of work. The local
Institute has benefitted considerably by
Mr. Bright's gifts of books and his
kindly interest in whatever helps the
progress of the pooplo. As CDrpot-
makers , the firm of w.hich John Bright
is senior partner have a world-wide
reputation , and have made an immcnso
fortune. The business has been under
the management of Mr. Benjamin
Bright , and is now chiefly controlled by
John Bright , jr. , of whom something
may yet bo hoard in the political world ,
though ho has not his father's elo
quence. Mr. Jacob Bright , a younger
brother , though now about sixty , is ono
of the members for Manchester , a weak
man , physically and politically , the
champion of the woman's rights move
ment , which big brother John stoutly
opposes.
Mr. Bright is always "proper" in
dress. Ho does not wear the Quaker
garb , though ho attends "meeting , "
and occassionally preaches. You always
find him in superfine black broadcloth ,
old-fashioned stand-up collar , black
necktie , and a tall hat. But if you fol
low him away north to the banks of the
Tweed , you will see him "dress the
part" in honor of the lordly salmon ho
will soon persuade to accompany him
homo to dinner. John Bright is a stal
wart fisherman , orthodox in extolling
the rod and execrating the spear , and
ho will discourse moro eloquently and
voraciously upon the haunts and hab
its of the king of the fishes than any in
the throng of his parliament brothers
in the art , who love to gather round and
hear of his hauls. This fishing hobby
is John Bright's only vico. excepting
his merciless slugging of his political
foes. Ho drinks no intoxicants , I think
ho never began to try. I am not sure
if ho smokes , but I know ho fumes , and
that right heartily.
Hear him when ho harangues the
throng. Look at him as ho marches to
his place with an air imperial as that of
a Roman emperor. Everyone , surely , ,
knows by some photograph that leonine
head , the profile of loftv forehead , the
straight , clear-cut nose , the broad pout
ing mouth , the bold chin and strong
neck , end the graceful flow of abundant
white hair like a lion's mano. Ho is a
typical Anglo-Saxon , a true Briton of
the noblest mould. His majestic air
strangely rivets the audience. The
boll-liko clearness and resonance of his
voice give a charm as of poetry to his
virile prose. Gladstone is , in another
line , as fine an orator , but Bright 1ms
the gift of speaking our mothor-tonguo
in its bltnplo purity. Gladstone ia a
LatiniHt , and his long words run into
long , involved sentences that are some
times hard to follow in a long address.
Bright knows 'no language but En
glish , but of that ho is by far the most
perfect master among Englishmen. Ho
once told us that ho owed his unequalled
command of the language to hia pref
erence for reading the Bible , Bunyan ,
Milton , and the English poets , down to
last century. In those wo have "a well
of English undefllcd , " of which it wore
well if the young men of to-day would
think moro than they do. The beauty
of Bright's speeches lies in their grand
simplicity , not of thought but of con
struction and expression. I have heard
him often , in the old days when a
hundred thousand clamored for a word
from his lips , in the great hall whore
his constituents crowded for his annual
oration , and In the House of Commons.
Wherever it may bo , you listen
to the siimo stately opening of
the case , in which calm commonsense -
sense is lit up with humorous gleams
as ho shows the weak side of tlic'ndvor-
sary's statement. Then follows the
plain presentation of the root-facts , in
his inan-of-business vein. Every now
and again there is some blunt exposure
of some glaring inconsistency , which
you never thought so important before ,
and when ho sees aud hears that his
point has gone homo , then fall the
sledge-hammer blows of argument , de
monstration , ridicule , scorn , which do
more in ono hour to demolish a wrong
than the loadings of other leaders ac
complish in a month. I am not exag
gerating. There has not been a great
triumphant movement in England the.se
forty years that has not ended with
tributes of this kind being heaped upon
Bright by all the other orators. When
ho has spent the volume of his stirring
harangue in this torrent of denuncia
tion , his gentler tones como back ,
and their music niaks sweeter
the pleading words ho hopes
will bring all mon into rational
mood and agreement. John Bright
overflows with sympathy. It is this
which won the hearts of the "English
people a generation ago. Ho could never
have exposed a cause if his'-sympathy'
wag not stirred. Ho has never mndo ah
after-dinner speech , nor cared for ap
plause. Ho is , in truth , moro akin to
the prophets of old than to the modern
typo of politician. His nature is in
tensely religious , and his convictions ,
happily always on the side of justice and
right , have boon called narrow. It is
this puritanical earnestness , unwaver
ing , unflinching , that long ago won for
Bright the profound respect of his op
ponents. No speaker causes so rapid a
rusli for the dining andcothor rooms in
the house of commons'as when the quick
words round " ' . "
goes "Bright's up. No
tidings will bring a wider wave of sad
ness 'over the heart of England than
will the message ( long bo it deferred ) ,
" ' . "
"Bright's gone.
CHARLES QUAKLES.
WITHOUT EVIDENCE.
THK AFFAIH OF THE AVENUE DE L1IM-
riSRATIUCJI.
Erelun Thnrpe in Kcw York J/erairj/ .
Two Americans , ono long a resident
of Paris , the second newly arrived , had
boon asked to bo present at the civil
marriage contract of a compatriot of
thoirs. This ceremony was taking
place , according to the French law and
usage , the evening prior to the relig
ious ceremony. The lady whom Varloy
was marrying was , nowover , not a
French woman. The older of the two
men now making their way in a cab
toward the villa occupied by her had
boon answering a few questions put to
him by the younger , a newly fledged
graduate of the Now York medical college -
lego , as to Varloy's brido.
"She's the widow of a very rich Span
iard , who died in tlio Philippines. " said
Castloton , who had a dry , taciturn face.
"Is eho handsome':1" asked Mooro-
liouso.
"Yo-o-s. She is considered a great
beauty ? "
"Young ? "
Castloton paused. "Sho looks so. "
The villa was some distance duton the
Avenue do I'Imperatrico. Its appoint
ments were , all upon a scale of quiet
magnificence. There could bo no doubt
as to the dead Spaniard's rlchos. Var
loy , however was not marrying the
woman for the sake of the possessions.
Ho had of his own as much as she. Be-
Bldos , ho was as infatuatedly in love as
a man can bo.
"And no wonder , by Jove ! " thought
Moorhouso , who could not take his eyes
elf of the brido. "She's about the most
superb-looking woman I've scon in my
There were not many people present.
It was still quito early when CaUlcton
and Moorhouso left the house. As they
were doing so a foooman presented a
note to their hostess on a small silver
salver. It seemed to bo a rather coarso-
looking all'air. She took it up with
curious fingers.
"It looks like a begging letter. "
If it was. the supplant had timed hie
appeal well. Out of the plenitude of Its
own happiness there is httlo the heart
will refuse. And the beautiful woman
who stood smiling upon her departing
guests with her betrothed by her side ,
with the diamonds flashing from her
dazzling throat , arid the light of many
candles on her Wurnishod hair , had
upon her lips , her dyfes , her brow , that
seal of triumph , of fruition , of culmina
tion , sot on man oV1 woman alone in
those rare momentsof _ a very few lives
when the apex , the pinnacle of success ,
seems to have beennrooched when fate
can give nothing more , nothing beyond.
Moorhouse , who wAs keenly impress
ionable , caught the key-note of the sit
uation otonce.
"George ! That vomari is positively
blinding ! Arthur Varloy's a lucky dog ,
and no mistake. She , looks us though
she adored him. i .Strange , and yet
physiologically natural , too , that a mag-
iiilicent woman lilc ; that , with an
abounding vitality , should love a
dreamy fellow , withB.n , artistic tempei-
meni , like Arthur. They are negative
and positive. "
"Oh , Arthur isn't weak , " commented
Castloton. "They make a handsome
couple , " ho added.
"Oh , yes. Arthur has the dark , deli
cate , poetic type. It isn't very Ameri
can. 1 don't know where ho gets it
from. But the bride's typo that is un
common , if 5'ou will ! I don't think I
over saw a hair of that Titiens color
with so dark a complexion before. It §
unique and startling.
"Somo Chilian women have it. ' They
had left their cab at the Arc do Triom-
phc and were walking down the Chumps
Elysees in the mild spring night. "And
lonce&aw a girl in ono of our own
southern states wsth just that coloring-
too , " Castleton subjoined in a moment.
"Well , its superb. But her eyebrows !
Have you ever noticed Madame d'Ar-
royos' eyebrows , CastlotonV"
The elder man gave a dry laugh.
"I don't see how any ono could avoid
noticing them. "
"It is their irregularity ono so
straight and the other so extremely
arched , which gives all that piquancy ,
that btrango jo nc sais quoi , in the up
per part of the face. I was some time
finding it out. But the thing flashed
upon mo suddenly. It is a defect , of
course , but it Is a defect more faoinat-
ing than a charm. It is like a brown
mole on a white neck like Loulso do la
Vallior's limp. "
"Oh , you've lost your head , " said Cas
tloton cooly. They had stopped before
a cafe. "Are you coming in with me ?
No ? Well , I suppose I'll see you at the
church to-morrow ? "
Arthur Varloy and Madame d'Arroyos
were married at the Madeleine.
She had adopted the wedding dress in
vogue for French widows of distinction
and were a long gown of white silk with
a mantilla of black lace draped over her
head and shoulders. A little stir ran
through the crowd as sljo entered. The
beautiful edifice was packed. She was
intensely pale , but mono strangely love
ly than over.
* Tlio service was a very long ono.
Once or twice while it progressed the
bride had been observed to raise her
handkerchief tohor lips , as though in
faintncss. When she turned away from
the altar with her husband she sank
lifeless and had to be carried out in his
arms.
It was a sensation.
"Poor woman ! Such an ordeal to go
through ! "
"Tho church was so warm ! "
"Tho service was so long.
"The shock she received this morning
had something to do with her nerves ,
doubllcss , too.
"What shock ? "
' : HowI You don't know ! Why , there
was a man a laborer found dead just
outside the garden of her villa at the
gate , you may say. Her servants found
him. He had crawled under some
hushes. Ho had an empty brandy bottle
tle beside him. Ho had died suddenly
during the night , apparently. "
' .Shocking ! shocking ! "
"Shocking , indeed ! " cried Mooi-
house , who , with Castleton on the steps
of the church , had gleaned these scraps
of information from the environing
chatter. "What a horrible occurrence
to have taken place at a woman's very
door on the morning of her wedding.
No wonder the poor creature was un-
btrung. Well , what are you staring nt ? "
to Castloton.
"Nothing. " Which was true. Never
theless , the elder man had been looking
intently straight before him over the
heads of the surging throng.
Moorhouso saw nothing further of his
friend till the following day. Then he
met him sauntering slowly over one of
the bridges.
"Where have you been ? " ho asked.
"Talking with a detective. I know
about the * Victim of the Avenue de
I'Imporatricc. ' ' The papers had been
printing all the known details of the
afTair under this heading.
"Well ? " demanded Moorhouso.
' "Well , they've discovered nothing.
And they're not likely to. I saw the
'victim , ' by the way. "
"No ! How on earth "
"Oh , one can always manage those
things. "
Moorhouse expressed no further'sur
prise. Castlolon was an odd sort of
follow who passed his time much in
ways of hisl own , and who ,
as a potential lawyer who never had
practiced , however , might bo supposed
to have a sort of professional interest in
such cases. Ho liked Paris , and latterly
had spent several years at a stretch
there. Ho knew it from end to end.
"He was of the usual whisky-soaked
pattern of tramp. I suppose ? " sug
gested Moorhouse , referring' to the vic
tim , and without much interest in iho
matter.
"I fancy he'd been drinking pretty
freely lately , " resumed Ca'stloton non-
committally.
The affair soon gave place to a fresh
excitement , and nothing having come
to light which could load to the detec
tion of the criminal an autopsy had
proved the fact that the man had died
of poison , though how administered , or
when , was doubtful the case of the
"Victim of the Avenue do 1'Itnporatrico"
sank into the oblivion which closes over
manp other undetected cJimcs.
* * * * # * * *
Two years later found Castloton still
in Paris. There he also ono day ran
against Moorhouse who , according to
his own account , had been spending the
interim in studying human nature in
various parts of the continent before re
turning home to go to work.
"If you go on much longer you'll find
that you will soon have no taste for
studying anything else , " remarked
Ciistloton in his shyly characteristic
way , when ho hud invited the youngai"
man into his semi-artistic bachelor don
and pushed a cedar-wood box toward
him. "Take warning of mo. "
Moorhouso laughed.
"I find human nature studied socially
very absorbing , lor my part , And this
refers directly to something I wanted to
sco vou about. You remember Arthur
Various wife , of course ? "
CuatloUm looked up with interest.
"Sho died last week at Nice. "
"Possibly ? I saw nothing of it. "
"I attended her in her last illness. It
was a curious cabc ; I was called in very
suddenly In the middle of the night.
She had been thrown from her horse
that day , while riding , and the shock ,
Arthur said , brought on a coiiges > tlve
chill , though she was not injured. I did
not believe it could have that effect
without prolonged mental strain pre
ceding the fall. Arthur looked aghast
when I suggested as much. Still , he
ended by acknowledging that Mrs. Var
loy had seemed to have something in
her mind for a long time. I did not
think him looking well , either. Well ,
to bo "brief , her brain became affected ,
and she died a few days after in a rag
ing delirium. And what form do you
biipposo her mania took ? She imagined
eho had murdered that man who was
found dead in the grounds of her villa
the morning of the day she was married
to Arthur.
Castleton had thrown himself back in
his chair. Ho smoked n few moments
with his eyes on the ceiling. Then ho
said'
"I am going to give you the benefit of
an experience i had well , it's twenty
years ago , now. During a short so-
'journ in the southwest I happened to
witness the marriage of two youthful
lovers the girl , at least , could pot have
been moro than fifteen a runaway
couple I believe. ' The bridegroom ,
who was a colossal follow , a finimal , had
just enough money in his pocket to pay
for his license. The bride , I suspect ,
had no other trousseau or dower than
the clothes she were on her back
at the time. But , though tho'two could
barely write their names , and were
thus deficient in worldly goods , they
went off as happy as lords. The inci
dent was diverting , but I should not
have remembered it if it had not boon
for the beauty of the girl , which fired
my youthful imagination. It was not
only beauty superlative in a degree , but
most unusual in kind. She was as light
and flexible ns a panther. She had a
mass'of tawny hair , and with it the
warm olive-tinted coniplcxion which
habiturlly accompanies black hair.
Most singular of all , though , she had
eyebrows unevenly marked ; while one
was straight and level the other , the
left ono , was as keenly arched as a cir
cumflex accent. "
Mpornouso gave vent to. a low excla
mation.
"Of course I did not sco my crackers
again , " Castloton resumed. "Three
years ago , however , I met hero in Paris
the woman wo have both since known as
having the sumo peculiarity. The first
time 1 saw Madame d'Arroyos all Paris
was talking about her I was reminded
of my beautiful young savage , who had
gone out of my mind in the interval
as completely ns though fahe had never
existed. Arthur Varloy had already
secured the entree lo the villa on the
Avenue do 1'Imporatrico and was mak
ing the running against all competitors ,
and I wns frequently thorn with them.
Ono day that a portrait of a lady wns
being discussed I ventured to make the
remark that I had only once before f-ecn
eyebrows like hers. I went on to toll
her the incident I just told you. Wo
were standing a little apart together.
Citstleton hero suddenly leaned intently
forward in his chair. "Tho change
that swept over that woman's face I
could not begin to describe to you.
Some people might not have noticed it.
I might not have under eomo circum-
htancos. She Ijadhorsolf under control
in a moment. To the last I am sure she
never suspected for an instant that she
had betrayed herself to mo. But that
ono moment to mo was like a flash of
light on darkness. The belief , pi'opp-
torous as it seemed at flrst , that the wild
ohlt of a country girl I had seen mar
ried years before , and this elegant
woman of the world , were one and the
same person , sprung up in mo and re
mained. And , after all , why go prepos
terous ? How many clover adventuresses
have done as much for thonibolvcs ?
What was the great Nelson's Lady Ham
ilton , originally , but a nursery maid ?
But what had become of the big six-foot
husband of the present Madame d'Ar-
reyes ? . And how had she drifted to
the Phllipnlna Islands ? I sot
ubout obtaining such facts ns I could
in a quiet way. I discovered nothing
nnu'h except that there had boon an odd.
fellow by the name of Arroyos long resident -
dent in Manilla , and that he died , leav
ing a largo fortune. There the matter
dropped , . . , Well , shortly after ,
Artmir Varloy became engaged to
Madame d'Arroyos. Then came the
wedding. Do you remember , the night
before , a note that was handed to mo ns
wo were going away ? Do you remember
her nervousness , her fainting fit at the
church ? Do you romotnbor mooting nio
the next day , when I told you I had been
to see the body of the man found dead
in the Avenue do 1'Imporatrico ? That
man was no moro French , from his ap-
puaranoo , than I am or you aro. And ,
changed as ho had become older ,
coarsened with hard labor and bloated
with drink It was quito possible to
trace in him the signs of some such
physical conformation as that possessed
by the young follow whom I saw mar
ried down south to the beautiful girl
with the eyebrows. "
Moorhouso , who had followed the de
velopment of Castloton's thoughts with
a sort of growing horror depicted on
his face , hero exclaimed :
"Goou heaven ! you don't think "
"I think that she made way with him
yes , " said Castleton"steadily.
"But- "
"Sho may have thought ho wns dead.
She probably did. Ho came back > nt
what moment ? Think for nn instant
what it would have boon for her to
recognize him as her husband. No ono
knows how he hud traced hor. She had
doubtless lost sight of him for years.
Consider what it would bo for a woman
with ambition like that to fall from the
height she had raised herself to. More
over , and most of all , she loved Arthur
Varloy. She wanted him. She would
not give him up. She probably acted
with wonderful promptitude. To steal
out to the man waiting in her grounds
with that fatal bottle medicated with
some such drug as is kept in many n
medicine chest would bo n very easy
way of keeping him quiet for a whilo.
She might toll him she would join him
again in an hour. The follow would
drink the stuff every drop of it , > ou
may depend aud then ho would toll no
talcs. By George , ono must admit that
it wns artistic work. "
Moorohouso shuddered.
"But she was clover , devilish clover.
A man I have since mot , who luid been
long in the Philippines , remembered
when she first came there under the
protection of old Arroyos. She had
probably run away from her husband
long boforo. She used to say she was
born in South America , of a Portuguese
mother and American father , She
spolto Spanish imporfeetly , and as a
matter of fact , English with a southern
accent. But no one noticed that. "Oh ,
yes ; she was clover. "
"Good God I And can nothing bo
done ? " cried Moorehouso , excitedly.
' Nothing , " replied Ciistloton , in the
incisive tones ho had fallen into. Then ,
with a return of his habitual noncha
lance : "Nothing. Nothing could bo
done then , nothing can bo done now.
There was no evidence. "
There Is a floor walker In ono of the largo
dry goods stores In tills city whoso great toes
point toward each other In the most friendly
manner. "What will you Imvo , madauil"
said ho to an Irishwoman , who was looking
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