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if rrtl'j'WK. .. . . ' ' ' ...... , , k - - 1 - i , . i , ,.,., .,. rmV'-xv Jl V 11 li'fiv ik;ts At 1 iouii l-Ji ' , IT Asif n f !.!.( By P. M. HALE. :" ! ., ADVERTISING RATES. etteville St., 8eeond Floor Fisher Building. Advertisements will be inserted for One Dollar per squar (one inch) for the first and Fifty Cents for each subsequent publication. Contracts for advertising for any space or time may be made at the office of tha RALEIGH REGISTER, Second Floor of Fisher Building, Fayettevflle Street, next to Market House. Fay . - . ..... . r . II IV ' " BATES OF SUBSCRIPTION : ' One copy one year, mailed poet-paid ...... $2 00 Oue copy six months, mailed poet-paid 100 No name entered without payment, and ,,o paper sent after expiration of time paid for. WHAT TIME IS n't BY AKMtNT. VOL. II. RALEIGH, N. C, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1885. NO. 69. Time all should know , I What he designs to do - J For life ; and at that work to go, AbU faithfully through life the same pursue. Tis time to hope ; That all can, who will try; ' ' ' f Do something more than yawn and grope Their way through life as vagabonds till they die ! 4 'Tis always time To build up character, Till, like a diamond, it shall shine Purer and brighter, till death without a blur. Far better than gold Is euch an inheritance j - To leave to any, young or old ; i yea. 'tis everything when backed with godliness! 1 ! 'Tis time to care, In every condition, That by industry we prepare To meet our wants in every situation ; For 'neath the skies With every moment spent An opportunity with it flies That never with another moment may be lent. Time to be earnest, Yea, sedate and thoughtful, When full of joy or when depressed. 'Tie wrong indeed to become morose or dull ; Life is too short Either to growl or rest ; The sweetest repose is dearly bought f iu tbe end by it we are oppressed ! Now is the time For all good men and true, In ev-ery land and every clime, To stand bt- the right and the right pursue ; And while we've breath With a courageous heart, (io forth and labor until death,. Krsolvtil in all thiugs to act a manly part ! What time is it M v friend, it is time that you Ami all others forever quit Pauileriug to the wrong and the right do, When you will find That you've no time to spare, But work a plenty for your heart and mind. "Tis time to know That all withouidelay Should, whether 'they.be high or low, ' (io to work and do something every day, Nor longer as dudes, Or drones, hereltry to live ; Earth's full of cranks and worthless prudes And to such bipeds no longer room can give. . Time ! yes, hear it 1 Time to act and be brave, And every bqpest man-to believe it If he would do guod and hiscountry save ! Freedom cannot last Without care and vigilance ; No matter what the freedom cost, Twill perish by neglect, fraud or violence. Time then to stand ' Bolt upright and erect, And work and give with a liberal hand, si that nothing may perish from neglect. And every day Braveiy on keep moving ; E'en if you have to cut your way, Ne'er halt, but up and onkeep going. Time to be brave And do both right and well, To work, be careful, and to save, Taking in al'we do pains to excel ; For none improve Who ne'er try to do better, Or wish on higher plane to move, And free themselves from every hurtful fetter. DANIEL WEBSTER. Mr. Cnrtla Tells Two Trie Tales. THarper's Magazine for July. J The anecdotes of Daniel Webster print ed in a recent number remind me of a story which I have more than once heard him till, with drollest effect, as an illus tration of the uttpr inability of the greatest Testations to reach everybody. The oc currence took place long after the name of Daniil Webster might be supposed to be known at least to every adult in his native State, and my impression is that it hap pened uft,er the year 1830, which was the period of his famous reply to Hayne. He left his house at Franklin, New Hamp shire, one; fine summer morning, to drive about twelve miles, in order to take a stage that would paws through a certain village at a certain hour in the forenoon. He was driven by one of his men in a wagon, but the horse did not get over the ground as fast as Mr. Webster desired. When they had gone about seven miles from Mr. Web ster's farm, which was his father's, and on which his boyhood was passed until be went to Dartmouth College, they were overtaken by an old farmer who appeared to have a very fine horse. Mr. Webster stopped the stranger, and-finding that they were both going to the same village, asked to be taken along. Sending back his own wagon, he took a seat with the farmer, and they entered into a talk " just about our countrv clashes," as Jock Jabos said in 'my yfaiinering. At length Mr. Webster asked the old man whether he knew Cap tain Ebenezer Webster, who lived over in r ranklin. Yes, he did, and knew his sons and daughters, all of whom, with one ex ception, he mentioned by name, told whom wey married, what children they left, etc., etc. ' But," said Mr. Webster, "was there not a younger one whose name was Dan iel?" The man scratched his head, and, after a pause, replied, "Yes. come to think of 't, there was," "And what became of Atm.'" asked Mr Webster. ' Wa'al, I don't exactly know. He went away some said he went to Portsmouth o study law, but I never heard what be COnie Of ilim" T mioe'a Vio'a AaaA " Nothing bould exceed the dramatic al though quiet way in which Mr. Webster Used to tell this story, going eravely through all the details of his family histo . r.v m the Doric dialect of the old farmer, and coming down to the boy who went u ana was never heard of afterward. At this deitouement his great eye twinkled WJtil n f V!l xM! f.i!U1 - iUU wuiciimaue ii lrretsisuuij uiun It Diav be well tr rmt. nn mrmanent re cord in your Drawer a correct version of 8 httle speech made by Mr. Webster which was at the time very imperfectly nd :in C'lrrectly reported in the newspapers., i At n'dnight of the day on which General was TicJminated for the PWSldeiy "J the Whig Convention which was held D Baltimore in June. 1852: a croat crowd assembled in front of Mr. Webster's house n Washington, and "called him out", He arose from his bed, and. appeared; at," an Pen Window, wranneri . in W ArnMinir. gown. The version of his'sneech triven in m y second volume of his lift was taken from the newspapers of tbe time (page 522). Many years after the publication or my work a friend sent me a corrected ver sion, which Mr. Webster himself author ized after the telegraphic report had ap peared. It reads thus: "I. thank you, fellow-citizens, for this friendly and respectful call. I am very glad to see you. 8ome of you have been engaged in an arduous public duty at Bal timore, the object of your meeting being the selection of a fit person to be supported for the office of President of the United States. Others of you take an interest in the result of the deliberations of that as sembly of Whigs. It so happened that my name was presented on the occasion ; another candidate, however, was pre ferred. .1 have only to say, gentlemen, that the Convention did. I doubt not, what it thought was best, and exercised its dis cretion in the important matter committed tof it. The result has caused in me no personal feeling whatever, nor any change of conduct or purpose. What I have been I am, in principle and in character, and what I am I hope to continue to be. Cir cumstances or opponents may triumph over my fortunes, but they will not triumph over my temper or my self-respect. "Gentlemen, this is a serene and beau tiful night. Ten thousand thousand of the lights of heaven illuminate the firma ment. They rule the night. A few hours ience their glory will be extinguished. ' Ye stars that glitter in the skies, And gayly dance before my eyes, ' What are ye when tbe sun shall rise f ' Gentlemen, there is not one among you who will sleep better to-night than I shall. If I wake, I shall learn the hour from the constellations ; and I shall rise, in the morning, God willing, with the lark; and though the lark is a better songster than I am, yet he will not leaver the dew and the daisies and spring up to greet the purpling East with a more blithe and jocund spirit than I possess. ''Gentlemen, I again repeat my thanks for this mark of your respect, and com mend you to the enjoyment of a quiet and satisfactory repose. May God bless you all!" One of the accounts of this address given by the telegraph was that Mr. Web ster appeared at the window and said something about the stars and the beauti ful night, but made no allusion to the Con vention. Another represented him as speaking bitterly of the doings in Balti more. I know not whether the version which I now send you is to be found in any of the newspapers of the time, except ing, perhaps, the Boston Daily Advertiser, which, as I am informed, submitted it to Mr. Webster. It is undoubtedly what he said, and the whole of it. He never gave his support to the candidacy of General Scott, or would allow it to be said that he approved of his nomination. George Ticknor Cuhtis. FORREST'S FRANKNESS. A Private's Chat "With Him. Arkansaw Traveller. "Yes, I had a conversation once with General Forrest," said a citizen of Arkan--saw in reply to a question asked by a friend. " I had just joined the army, and knew nothing of the rigid fashions of war. One night, after we had travelled all day, we stopped in the woods and were told that we should remain there until morning. We were all wondering where we were going. I did not think that it was right to keen us in the dark, and I made a remark to that effect. '"Why don't you go and ask Forrest? some one remarked. VMI am not acquainted with him,' I re plied. " ' That makes no ailterence. '"That so?' " ' Not a bit. He would be glad to see vou. 1 wouia agK mm. dui i Dorroweu a couple of dollars from him the other day and as I have not been able to repay him I have been keeping out of hia way. "I found Forrest sitting under a tree, on a camp stool closely drawn up to an lm provised table. '"Good evening,' said i. " He looked un. searched me with his peculiar eyes, and said: " ' What do you want " ' My name is Dick Anderson, ' '"All right.' . '"I belong to your command. We have been riding all day without knowing where we were going, so 1 thought 1 d come around and ask you.' " 'You are vesy kind,' said he. " 'Not at all,' I replied. '"Now, Anderson, I do not mind tell ing you confidentially, but I do npt want the whole command to Know it. " ' That's all right, General, I won't tell anybody.' " Won't say a word f " No. sir." " ' You must not, you know, for the enemy might get a hold of it. Lan over here and let me whisper to you.' I leaned over and he whispered : ' We are going to hell.' Well, sir, 1 hurried away, and I'll pledge you my word and honor if,' by ten o'clock the next day,: I didn't think we had already got there. That was the only conversation I ever had with General For rest." EMANCIPATION'S EFFECT Upon the Sisters as Providers. Arkansaw Traveller. Lemme tell yer, Mars Bill," said an old neero. addressing a man to whom he f ormerlv belonged. ' 'wimmen ain't like da uster be." "Not. eh!!' "No. sah, da ain't. W'y, sah, I had four wives at er time fo de wah, good wimmen, too." f You did f " " Yaa, sab, I did. . W y dem wimmen, sah. knowed how ter treat er pusson Didn' ketch dem wimmen settin' er roun doin' nothin', lettin' dar husban' go hon gry. W'yi ahi I- J&er , eat wid. , Tildy take er snack wid Nervy, and den when trot ter .8irrva houses ta' ker. chile,' den I'd eat sho nuff. Oh, da alius had it right dar ready far me, but, sah, it's er shame de way my present wife acts. "Shamei isitr" 14 Yes, sah, er wreepin' shame. W'y, sah. she'd take trpdat porasbl o' her'nan' p'rade off tephurch no diffance if I didn' nab er mewfuV ter at. ; Don' pear ter know uthin 'bout 'sponserbility. Cook all day fur de white folks, an' den at night come home wid only some pertaters an' meat an er few aigs. Oh, da ain't like da uster be, sah." ' "' - ' Vail (be Lawyer Leaves tbe Jjtdfce, . s ; ;, ' f Scmntcm Truta. "'--'"Hite Tori' asked the'' Judge "of re cehtfj convicted man,1 any thing' to, offer the1 tsoftrt Tftfoire sentence Wpaased f " '"No, jeFhtftftjrM ree prisoner, my lawyer took my last cent." HOW TO FOOL.YOtR WIFE. Colonel Atlanta Plnderffrs'a War. Arkansaw Traveller.J One day, after deep meditation, the Prince of Orange remarked to Bentinck : ' To the ravages of strong drink the hu man system resorts to various resistances yielding versatile results." This remark, although it embodies no particular philos ophy, either inductive, syllogistic, recon structive or democratic, has caused much comment. It is true that there is a great difference in men, concerning the power of resistance against the influence of strong drink, and although no man wholiv escaoes. vet some men while struggling under the effect of liquor, can completely deceive a beholder. There is Colonel Atlantus Pindergrass, for instance. If you did not know that he was drunk you would not think that he bad been drinking. He has a way of tanding on the tiptoe of such politeness, a way of saying such pleasant and appro priate things, that his intoxication is hid den under a bushel of agreeableness. lhe other day Mr. Marti nhead went home with the Colonel. The colonel, his wife and Mr. Martinhead were sitting in the parlor when Miss Sallie Pummel, an old maid who had entered her thirty-ninth volume, called. The Colonel presented his friend, and, satisfied with the success of his sober pretence, he leaned back and smiled. Then he began to think about something, and the thought that his two visitors had not been presented occurred to him. "Ah-. Miss Pummel, allow me to intro duce my'friend, Mr. Martinhead." "We have met," replied Miss Pummel. "Ah. I didn't know that you were ac quainted." The Colonel s wife cleared her throat with a sharp rasp of irritation. The Col onel continued : "I have thought for some time that I would like for you to become acquainted, but it never occurred to me that you were old friends." "Colonel, let me see you a moment, said Mrs. Pindergrass, drawing her hus- i i -J? -T- Dana into an aajoining room. 'What's the matter with you?" she asked . "Nothing." " Nothing 1 the mischief! You are drunk." " Drunk," he repeated contemptuously. Oh, of course. A man just gets drunk on the atmosphere." "Well. I can tell you that the atmos phere when you are around is quite enough to make any one drunk. You must have been smelling your own breath." " Has it come to this ? Dou you want to insult me ? What have I done ? " " Why, just look how you acted about introducing " " Oh, I see," said the colonel, with a brightening change of countenance. " It was my fault a mere matter of forgetful- ss.' Then, stepping into the parlor, the col onel said: "Miss Pummel, illow me to present Mr. Martinhead." Miss .pummel and 1 are acquainted," replied Mr. Martinhead. " That so i W hy, let me assure you that I didn't know it. Introducing you to an old friend ! why, that's a good joke, haw, haw a capital joke, he, he ! Wife, let me see you a minute." " l ou ve got me into a pretty fix." said the colonel, when his wife had followed him into the adjoining room. "Told me those folks were not acquainted. You ought to be particular about such things." "You ought to be killed," his wife in dignantly snapped. " What have I done ? " "You good-for-nothing thing, you have made yourself ridiculous. Y"ou are the most despisable man I ever saw." "1 II be confounded if 1 can understand you." "You are too drunk to understand any thing, you brute." " Look here, I am tired of being insult ed." The colonel wheeled around and went back into the parlor, where he pro ceeded to make himself agreeable and to disguise the fact that he had been drinking anything. " Why," said he, "how many surprises there are in store for us. We meet people every day, and then, when we least expect it, they surprise us. Why, if any one had told me, Martinhead, that you had gone to school to Miss Pummel I would not have believed it." " He didn't go to school to me," snap ped Miss Pummel. "Ah, that was my understanding. Oh, it was you who went to school to Martin head." "No, sir," interposed Martinhead. "Oh. you simply went to school to gether. Yes, I got it mixed, but not much. do like to see old friends meet each other. Let's see, I've known Martinhead for ten years, Miss Pummel, but not until to-day did I know that he was an old friend of yours no, not until to-day." Mr. Martinhead, pleading the sudden recollection of urgent business, withdrew, and Miss Pummel, not desiring to remain after her old friend had gone, soon took her leave. The colonel, not long after ward, tumbled into bed. When he awoke next morning he remembered nothing ex cept that he had deceived his wife. " A man wanted me to take a drink with him yesterday, but I wouldn't do it," said he.. His wife did not reply. " By the way, our friend Martinhead would have come home with me yesterday, but couldn't get off." Yes, some men have a way of conceal ing the fact that they are drunk. FUN AMONG THE PREACHERS. Bishop, Priest and Doe. Harper's Magazine for Jnly.J " Ministers," old Uncle Josh used to say, "are toFable amusin' folks when they gits together." I have been of the same opinion myself since a few weeks ago. I was one of a company, including three or four of the profession, where, over a de lightful dinner, they recited sundry remi niscences oi tneir cimuu ei)ericuuu. "I had a fine setter," said the Rev. Mr, H , of Maryland, "a beautiful crea ture, whose splendid qualities had made him famous in the neighborhood. But Tobe as I had named him was terribly afraid of a thunder-storm. Unless he was rery near me lie would yelp and scream as if undergoing the most agonizing tortures. One .Sunday the bishop was to take part in" the services having-iindly promised to aid mel The congregation had assembled arid the services begun, when the horizon darkened, and a low muttering overhead gave token of a gathering storm. From where I stood,1 the wjndows and doors be ing open,, I could commapd a view of the parsonage. The blinds were all closed, my whole famfly 'being at church. all but the 'dog; which was usually left in the kitchen dariD'&tiifc service." ,J!Dtor and darker grew thehefevetis1; 'and' 'when the hoir concluded their first anthem, clear and high upon the air arose the yelp of Tobe, followed by dismal howls. "As pretty nearly the whole congrega tion knew of poor Tobe's infirmity, I could see smiles run from face to face, and I be gan seriously to wonder how I should get through with the service while Tobe yelled and yelped and howled at that rate. " I dared not look at the pew containing my wife, and Lance and Bob, my seven and nine-year old boys, for I knew, from sad experience of Bob's susceptibility to the ludicrous, that he was holding his cap over his face, ready to explode. Well, the heavens thundered; so did Tobe, whose dreadful notes mingled dramatically with the 'Te Deum,' and I had just said ' Here endeth the second lesson,' when, chancing to cast my eyes upj there sat Tobe on the window-sill of one of the second-story room 8, his nose pointed heavenward, and a most agonizing expression on his dog face. I felt it in my bones that before long the creature would release himself in some way and be after me, but what could I do ? The service must not be disturbed, and there sat the bishop, serene and un conscious, for he was a little deaf, and happily had not heard poor Tobe's protes tations. The perspiration began to ooze from my forehead, and I felt all athrill as the forked lightning began to play, and the thunder broke loose from its mutterings and filled the whole resounding space. "I had just begun the collect for the day, and was half-way through, when the catastrophe shall I not rather say dog astrophe ? which I had feared occurred. Half turning around at the sound of hur ried breathing, there stood Tobe at the chancel door leading from the study, his intelligent eyes roving round in search of his master, the broad back of the bishop a man of two hundred avoirdupois screening me from his vision. Stealthily he came in, made one dive between the bishop's legs, and ensconced himself in the reading-desk. The frightened bishop gave a little squeak, audible,, however, to the congregation, and a hundred prayer-books went up simultaneously, that their owners might smile behind them. Unfortunate Bob laughed outright, and there was I, obliged to keep my voice steady, while I knew that the bishop, with his almost ex aggerated ideas of the sanctity of the place, was in a white heat of horror and indigna tion. "Still I went on. Suddenly the bishop laid down his prayer-book, and slowly made for the dog. He took him by his haunches, then by his tail, and Tobe began to show his teeth. I was in an agony, and tried to hint to my respected father in the church that Tobe had not the slightest reverence for his exalted calling, when suddenly Tobe turned and took the bish op's robe between his teeth, shaking it as he would a rabbit. The poor man grew as pale as death, and it was my turn now to lay aside my prayer-book, for half the people were on their feet, some laughing and others crying out in terror, while sud denly the storm burst in all its fury. " 'Keep perfectly still, bishop,' I said, in a low voice, and I began to walk slow ly toward the chancel door, seeing which, Tobe became suddenly as meek as a kit ten, loosed the robe, which was badly rumpled, and followed me. I could have beaten the brute for thus exposing me not only to ridicule, but the fury of the ele ments, for the rain was coming down in a flood; but I mastered myself, locked Tobe securely in the barn, where he could not be so easily heard, and went back to my duties with the resigned air of a martyr, my robe so wet that it clung to my limbs. "The bishop meanwhile had behaved very well, and was now giving out the last hymn before the sermon; but I fear the latter had but little hold upon the atten tion of the people, I myself not daring scarcely to lift my eyes, everybody looked so conscious and shamefaced and ready to laugh again. At least so it seemed to me. " As for the bishop, his dignity had re ceived a terrible shock, and he never came to the parsonage again until I sold Tobe." A GOOD WOMAN "Full of Aims-Deeds Which She Did." Springfield Republican. The death of Mrs. Emily H. Tubman, at Augusta, Ga., removes a person of more than ordinary quality, her deeds entitling her to a better recognition than the per functory obituary. Her long life of 91 years was a continuous embodiment of business shrewdness and charitable intent. She was the beautiful Emily Harvey Thomas, over whom Henry Clay bestowed a generous and intelligent guardianship, and at his residence she met many of the first men in the old South. When Lafay ette passed through Atlanta she was one of the committee to welcome him, and was known in both Georgia and Kentucky as a woman of rare beauty and culture. In 1818 she married Richard Tubman, a rich Kentuckian, and the pair settled in At lanta, where the husband died 47 years ago. Mrs. Tubman, thus left alone with very large fortune, gradually drifted from the diversions of Southern society into Christian work. She became a Campbell ite in belief, but her acts show no narrow ing or raw edges of bigotry. She educa ted over fifty young men, among them a brother of the present Secretary of the In terior. Mrs. Tubman helped to found the first Christian Church at Atlanta, and built the church edifice. She gave liberally to isethany (Jollage, W. Va, which was found ed bv Alexander Campbell; she aided Hiram College, now made famous by Gar field's career, as well as both Indianapolis and Lexington Universities. To her boun ty also is due a $150,000 church in At lanta, as well as churches at Athens, San- dersville, Sylvania, Sibley Mills and other Georgia towns. She had in her composi tion a little of the Peabody spirit, and much that made Montefiore famous. Her yearly contributions to smaller charities have reached for many years the total of $25,000. The Christian Church at Frank fort is also her gift to the denomination, and it is understood that her estate, esti mated at $1,000,000, is left mainly to ed ucation and charity. How to be Postmaster. Texas Sittings. Some of the Democrats who voted against Cleveland, and worked incessantly during the campaign on the Republican side, are said to be the most persistent ap plicants for office. Their line of reason ing is very much like that of the seedy Austin darkey, who walked up as bold as a cage full of hyenas, and said to the suc cessful candidate: "Boss, I wants yer ter lend me forty dollars for services rendered you durin' de eleckshun." "But you worked and voted for the other ticket." "Dat's jest hit, boss. I'se so unpopular dat ef I had worked fer your side yer would have been beaten two to one. A pos' office will Buit me, boss." Farmers have begun to harvest their wheat crops. Quality better than quanti ty. ftttsboro Home. EVEHY-DAY LIFE In the Great Cities We Covet. Nym Crinkle in New York World.J No. 143 Eldridge street is not a fasci nating spot. It doesn't blossom like the rose. A great six-story caravansary rises out of the ditch of a street, and the visi tor who is looking for Mrs. Frank under stands that he has got to climb to the top of it, for there are no elevators at No. 143 Eldridge street. So he takes one glance at the street itself, with its long line of dis abled vehicles and ash barrels and scream ing troops of Arab children who dart about and fight like sparrows, and then he plunges into No. 143. The hallways are dark and noisome. The walls are frescoed here and there with the cartoons of the street boys. A black streak tells bow high their dirty hands can reach. There is one of them mixing mortar with a bro ken parasol at the foot of the stairs. The smell is sceptic and greasy. An oily sur face is on everything, and there are sug gestions of a cellar and cooking cabbage and codfish and stale onions running in little eddies of their own round his head as he puts his hand on the balustrade, and then withdrawing it wipes it off. Five flights, each one greasier and darker than the other, in spite of the cracked skylight through which two or three dirty rays come, and he begins to begins to feel it in his knees before he reaches the top. But there is a confused hum of life all round him. Doors open and shut, frowsy heads look out suspi ciously and disappear. Strange gusts of music from accordeons and exasperating sounds from somebody who may be beat ing his wife, and the unceasing overtones of sick children in uncomfortable rooms and petulent mothers in dishabille, and cross fathers out of work. Well, it's the regular palpitating burrow that wc call a tenement-house. That's all. Away up near the roof in two rooms back lives we have to say she lives, there be ing no other word for it Mrs. Frank. Somebody had told a brief story of her destitution in the World, and the simple story had brought a small remittance from a sympathizing friend. A knock on the door brought a weak invitation to "Come in." The visitor felt a moment for the knob and then opened the door. A narrow apartment-kitchen, reception- room, bedroom in one, almost destitute of furniture, but scrupulously cleanr A tireless stove, that seemed to have been cold a long while. A chair or two, and there on a bed a sick woman with wan eyes, a child on her breast. She shrank a little at the intrusion of a stranger. Her face is intelligent and soft, but is marked with the lines of care and trouble and pain. Puerperal fever and poverty was what the physician had reported. A piti less combination that. The visitor drew a chair up to the bed and sat down. A woman's delicate sense that her destitution was somehow on exhi bition, gave her a slight flush. Yes, it was quite true, as the paper had stated, that she was very poor. She turned her head a little for a moment and the thin coverlet over her heaved once or twice. As she did so the fine light brown hair billowed over on the pillow. "Very poor," she repeat ed, " but we did not'expect to become ob jects of charity." There were two little girls in the room ; one may have been three; the other was ten. The eldest stood at the bedside and. stared vacantly at the visitor. The other played with a piece of string fastened to the leg of the stove. "Ten days I have been in bed," she said, "helpless, and my poor husband has been looking for work. He is a tailor, but oh, he is deaf and dumb and it is hard for him to make people believe. When he had work we got along very nicely. I helped him all I could, and we made $7 and $8 a week. That kept us comfortably. But when I got sick he lost his work." She stopped a moment. 1 he little girl looked from her mother's face to that of the visitor with something like expectant awe. Her little imagination was investing him with some kind of power and succor. Then the woman went on with her story. Her husband was industrious. They had struggled along happily enough until this misfortune came. She put her hand out side the bedclothes. Her long white fin ger was marked with the needle-pricks of her industry. She had told her story. Not altogether with her mouth some of it came inarticulately. The long solitary days with hungry children and her fever, only to see her tired husband come back at night and make his eloquently mute signs of failure and sit down disconsolate at the window, where she could not see his distress. She could not and would not tell of the weariness of those long days. She counted the hours on the pulses of life that came through her window. The bells rang, the voices of the school chil dren came up to her. The one ray of sun light travelled across the room and she saw it die out day alter day with the same pal lid hopelessness over there on the Oak wainscoting, and the girls came to the bedside and asked when papa would come and if he would bring their supper, and then, weak as she was, she turned over so as not to show them her own distress. But she did not complain even to the visitor. There was no plaint in her weak voice. There was no despair in her light- brown eyes. But she was awfully tired; The visitor left his little sum of money sent to the World. He kissed the little girl and hurried away down the dark stairs. When he got to the entrance an organ grinder was playing " The Old Kentucky Home," and a group of Arab nymphs were going it hands-all-round to the merry sounds. IN ISA LB ATTIRE. Women's Shirts for Work. New York Herald Philadelphia Letter. Twenty bookkeepers are employed by Langfield, Turner & Andrews, manufac turers of leather goods. Among the num ber until lately was a young entry clerk known as Charles , Hunter. . He was en gaged about six months ago and did the work assigned him in a perfectly satisfac tory manner. He was quite effeminate in appearance and conduct, and though fully twenty-three years ol age nad not asuupi cion of a mustache or beard on his face. His clothes did not fit him, and had evident ly been purchased at a ready made cloth' ier's. The other bookkeepers guyed their companion, and many of them acquired a playful habit of rubbing him op the chin as they asked where bis beard was. .All these jokes the young person received in good part, and even listened with relish to the fabulous tales of the clerks about the frail sex. - BC8PICIOTJ8 ABSENCES. TTa atfp.ndad ta the" dntir.a in the count- in a rnnm with fidelitv until about & month ago, when he began to absent, himself for about an hour every afternoon. This went nn for some time without occasioning com meat, but the chief bookkeeper finally found it his dujy to report the new clerk. It was also observed that Hunter became preoccupied and less careful about the work. Mr. Turner and his partner, Mr. Andrews, had a conference about the young clerk. They decided to give him a further trial and directed the head bookkeeper to caution him, but Hunter continued to take his departure as usual, and the absence was of the same duration. A young clerk in the front office, who doubtless knew by experience when policy numbers were posted, advanced the theory to his em ployer that Hunter bought lottery tickets. A 8URPBI8E. This afternoon Mr. Andrews, who prides himself on his ability as a student of char acter, decided to stop what he believed to be Hunter's only vice, and at the same time to surprise and trick him of his se cret. So, when the young man reentered, after the usual absence, Mr. Andrews called him into the inner office and, after closing the door, began slowly and sol emnly: "We have found you out, and the best thing for you to do is to make a clean breast of everything." "indeed " Consternation was de picted in the clerk's face. Yes, I know this is a delicate thing for both of us," continued Mr. Andrews; but we have stood it as long as we can. Now, will you tell me one thing more ? " The employer now knew that he was on the right track to a tale of embezzlement or worse. 'Certainly," was the answer, with a sob. " Why do you go away twice a day ? " " To nurse my baby. You see I had him boarded out, but had to bring him home because ne didn't thrive on the bottle." The look on the merchant's face cannot be described. Here was a young man in trousers talking about nursing a baby. Andrews had intended to surprise Hunter, but Hunter had paralyzed him. " What! are you a woman ? " " You just said you knew all about it. didn't you ?" " Yes; oh, yes; so I did," stuttered the confounded Andrews. Then the voung woman burst into tears, realizing that she had been deceived into a confession. DETERMINED TO EAHN BREAD. To the Herald correspondent she said : ' My name is Mrs. Elizabeth Hunter, and my husband has been a clerk in the dry goods house of Riegel, Scott & Co. Six months ago his health became very bad, and we saw distress threatening us. I had a young baby, and that complicated the situation very much. We did not know what to do. We came from Michigan. My father owned a store in the village where we lived. I was taught to keep books. I suggested that I get a place as bookkeeper. I got a neighbor to take the baby at a dollar a week, and I sought a position. My sex prevented me from suc ceeding. I became desperate. Our money was nearly exhausted, and my husband, poor fellow, was unable to work more than half time. We must have means to live. I measured myself as well as I could. Then I went to Wanamaker's and bought a cheap ready-made suit. 1 told them it was for my brother. SEEKING A 8ITTJATIOH. " I then went to the Young Men's Chris tian Association, registered and waited for a situation to seek me. Mr. Turner's son attends there. He is a generous-hearted young fellow. He got acquainted with me and secured me the situation. I did my work faithfully until forced to bring my child home. He did not do well with the nurse. Cow's milk did not agree with him. I don't know if I make myself clear to a young man like you, but I can't help it. My daily absence to feed httle James attracted attention, and I have lost my sit uation. I earned only $4 a week, but was to have had my wages raised the first of next month. I shall now have to leave town, because, I am told, I have broken a State law in assuming men's clothes. I have kept the wolf from the door, how ever, and saved my self-respect. I'd like to find a place in New York where an honest woman can earn an honest living. Do I intend to resume male attire ? Yes, if no other means is open. I mean to live and not to fail. It's a censorious world this, but I'm ready to adopt any desperate means to success that does not lead to moral disgrace." SHE CANNOT KETUBN. Charles B. Turner was seen at his house to-night, and from him many of the facts in the earlier part of this story were ob tained. In addition, he said: "This young woman's story is true, I have every reason to believe. We had no fault to find with her work, but she realizes that she cannot return here. Her fellow clerks, who have been telling her tales about their rackets with their girls, would be incapac itated for service. It's too bad, for both husband and wife appear deserving. Don't ask Andrews, of our house, anything about -, . his skill in getting down to facts." THE SETTER AROUND." The Same In Arkansaw as Here. Arkansaw Traveller.J Nothing suits the ' 'setter around" better than to be where he isn't wanted. When unable to get a drink Of whiskyr he is ready to drink anything. When he comes, the lawyer looks suggestively at the bucket. The ice has nearly melted away, but he says nothing until the "set ter around " rakes the bottom of the bucket with the dipper. Then remarking that he wants the bucket for a future oc casion, he puts it in the closet and locks the door, when the "setter around" leaves the. lawyer's, office he goes over to the saloon. He leans back in a split-bottom chair and complains of the weather. Whenever any one comes in to take a drink the " setter around " gets up, walks to the bar and asks for a piece of lemon; says that be is bilious. .If the man should say : "Have a drink " the " setter around" re- flies " Well Ir-don't care particu arly hut, yea, give me a little whisky." He fills his glass to the rim. The bar tender scowls at him as he wipes off the counter, but the " setter around " does not care. He is ; impervious. No sarcasm, either looked or expressed, has any effect on him. When dinner time comes he rushes home, eats heartily of a dinner, not a mouthful of which he has earned, then hurries back to the saloon, where he sits until supper time. Parmeoas Mix, the humorous poet who now sleeps the eternal sleep in a Kentucky burying ground, paid a rich tribute to the " setter around " when he said : "The ' sitter around 'tea man of no means, ' And his face wouldn't pass for a pint of whit beans; Bnt somehow or Other he contrives to exist. And is frequently seen with a drink in his fist wnue sitting aronna. One of NaDoleon'B veterans is living In good health, aged 102 years, at South Nor walkj, Coni. His name . Is Frederick, ,h Yolimer borii in the town of Sultz-on- Necker, Wurtemberg, on March 15, 1784, A LABORATORY OF CRIME. There are Men, Women and French men. New York Herald Cable Message. Albert Pel, the watchmaker of Mon treuil, is before the Seine Assizes, charged with one of the most terrible poisoning in dictments ever brought to light in the an nals of Parisian crime. The court room is packed with spectators. Pel is only thirty six years old. He was born in Saxony. The following is the story of his crimes: In 1878 he came to Paris with his mother, and began business as a watchmaker, put ting up his sign at No. 41 Rue Rochechou art. He devoted all his leisure moments to music and chemistry, taking a special delight in the study of poisoning drugs. On August 16, 1872, Pel's mother, who had been maltreated by him for many years, was seized with violent pains in the intestines, with intense thirst and vomit ing, and after a few days of excruciating agony, she died. Pel allowed no doctor to come near her, and he explained that the old woman had met with a sudden death by playing with an electric appara tus in his room. The neighbors all sus pected a crime, but no police investigation followed. A few days afterward Pel sold all his mother's effects and went on a de bauch with the proceeds. In May, 1879, Pel employed a servant named Marie Mahoin. Five days after Marie entered Pel's service she wai seized with terrible pains in the intestines, with intense thirst and vomiting. The young girl got worse each day. During her ill ness Pel introduced into his apartment a second woman named Eugenie Meyer, who lortnwitn became his mistress. Eugenie was also seized with violent pains in the intestines, with intense thirst and vomit ing, lhe two women nursed each other, but Marie Mahoin, fearing something wrong, ran away and took refuge in Beau- jon Hospital, where she was speedily cured. Eugenie Meyer, however, since the day she entered Pel s apartment, was never seen again. Pel sold her clothes and jew elry and went on a debauch with the pro ceeds. When Pel changed his apartments a few weeks later blood stains were found on the walls, but again no inquiry was in stituted. In 1880 Pel removed to the avenue Kle- ber and married a pretty young girl named Eugenie Buffreau, who brought him a dowry of 4,000f. The wedding took place on August 26, and on October 24 Mme. Pel died after two weeks of vomiting, thirst and intense pains in the intestines. Pel allowed no doctor to come near his young wife until she was in the last ago ny of death. Pel declared that her death was caused by eating poisonous mush rooms, a story that was believed readily by the doctor, and no investigation was made. The stomach, liver and intestines of this young wife are now in the china basins in the court room, and are declared by medical experts to be impregnated with arsenic. Nine months later Pel married-another young lady, Mile. Murat Bellisle, who brought him a dowry of 6,000f. Ten days after the wedding Pel's second wife and her mother were seized with excruciating pains in the bowels, vomiting and intense thirst, but the mother-in-law, having the presentiment of evil, left Pel's house and persuaded her daughter to do the same, thereby saving both their lives. Pel had, however, got hold of the 6,000f. and pro ceeded to spend them in reckless debauch ery. In 1884 he made the acquaintance of a woman named Elize Bochmer and the tw lived together in a small house at Mon treuil. Elize sold Credit Foncier bonds and gave all the money to Pel. On July 2, however, she said, in reply to Pel's urgent entreaties, "not another sous." On the evening of that very day Elize was seized with sudden pains in the intestines, vomiting and intense thirst. Pel forbade her to call any doctor or admit any neigh bors. During Pel's absence, however, two women Mme. Cbesnet and Mme. Deven entered the forbidden apartment and found Elize writhing in fearful torture, tearing out her hair and lacerating her flesh with her finger nails. This was on July 12. Since then she disappeared just as Eugenie Meyer did in 1879 and was never seen again. Shortly afterward the neighbors were alarmed by a terrible stench, like that of a decaying corpse, coming from Pel's apart ment. Great excitement was also aroused by a fire, like that of a blacksmith's forge, that illuminated Pel's windows day and night in spite of the closely drawn black curtains. The neighbors gathered in the night near the apartment, gazing with al most supernatural terror upon the myste rious flames behind the black curtains, feeling convinced that some infernal drama was being enacted. Toward morning two women less super stitious than the rest hoisted themselves up to the level with the window, and, through the opening, saw Pel naked, wearing only his gold spectacles and dripping with sweat, from the intense heat, pale, hag gard, bent like a demon over the furnace, fanning the flame with a pair of bellows, awaiting with feverish impatience for the fire to accomplish some devilish work. Next day Mme. Deven climbed up to the window of the room in which Elize used to sleep. No fire was burning this time, but the bedding was scattered about in disorder, and heaps of white damp ashes were seen in the ash-pan. there was a strong smell of chlorate of lime. The police were at once warned. Pel was ar rested. On a chair were found a few spots of blood and a saw, the teeth of which were clotted with blood and hair. On being asked what had become of Elize Bochmer, Pel, with the greatest calmness, replied: " She got better and left me very abrupt ly. She did not say where she was going." The jury returned a verdict of guilty, and Pel was sentenced to death by the guillotine. LOVE AND LOLLTPOP. The Lbae-KIln Clnb on Matrimony, I Detroit Free Press. "T should like to snnke a few remarks tn Rrnddpr fiirla Rar Skinnm " nhsprvpd the President, as the dust began to settle -in Pttr&diaA Hall. ' Brother Skinner, who is a young man of twenty-three, with s mild eye and a lilac necktie, advanced to, the front, and the t u a. a: a . jrrcBiueuw cuuuuueu; '" Brudder 8kinner, de news has reached my ears dat you km about to be mar'd. true' dat de report am true, bekase I be lieve it am d dooty of ebery young man who kia support a wife to-take one." - " I am troe; sah,'? Den let me compliment you wid one hand an' spoke a few remarks to you wid de udder, tiittin' mar'd has its werry se rious 'side.' Fur Instance, am de gal gwine to marry you bekase she' loves you, or to spite her folks bekase' dey kept her away from de skatin' rink t Am you gwme to marry de gal fur love, or bekase her father has some wealth which you hope he'll shell out fur your benefit ? "Love iam a powerful emoshun, Brudder Skinner, but love widout pork and 'taters to keep it goin' am like de froth on top of soda water. "Don't mistake your sentiments. If you am sartin dat you love, go ahead. If it am only lollypop, hire out as a deck hand on a steamboat fur a week, an' it will all go away. I hev known couples ez seemed to be dyin' of love. Deir silly ackshuns made 'em the laffin' stock of a hull nayburhood. Dey seemed to dote and dote, but it didn't last. Arter a cou- Ele of y'ars de husband war' a home grum ler an' tyrant, an' de wife a gadabout an' a scold. What dey s'posed was love war' only lollypop. " Doant marry a gal hopin' dat her father will set you up in de barber bizness. Most fadder-in-jlaws not only want all dey hez fot, but am willin' to struggle fur another 20,000. " Doan' sot down an' figger dat fo' 'ta ters, a loaf of bread, half a pound of meat an' a quart of applesass am goin' to run you fur a week. You will want all de salary you kin airn, an' you had better look arouh' an' find somebody who will lend you a dollar now an' then. "Doan' i flatter yerselves dat all you hev got to do am to hug in de house an' kiss ober de gate. You'll be hungry fur co'n beef an baked beans ; your cloze will w ar out; your flour an' butter will waste away, an' a bill fur two months' rent will send a chill down yer back. De man or woman who specks dat mar'd life am a green an' shady lane, lined wid orange blossoms on one side an' ten dollar bills on de udder, am gwine to wake up some day an' find de rats leaving de place in disgust. " Thinkbf desething8,'Brudder Skinner. You kin get a wife in about five minutes, but it takes five y'ars to git shet of some of 'em. Expeck about one day's sunshine fur a week'of cloudy weather. Reckon on house rent comin' dne de fust of ebery month, an': de grocer an' butcher keepin' an eye out fur you each Saturday night. It will amaze you how de woodpile de cedes an' hlow de flour gits outen de bar'l so soon. Doan' walk into matrimony like a lobster into a box, but figger on whether de bait am iwuth de risks. If you conclude to maj'y, you kin depend on dis club at tendirfde jobsequies in a body, bringin' along a bounteous supply of ham sand wiches.. If you decide not to, it am prob able dat you will soon be promoted to some posishuln of trust an' responsibility." RAILROAD EARNINGS. Why the Big Roads are In Troable. f TNew York Herald. -Statistics compiled in Commissioner Fink's office show that the decrease in railroad earnings is not due alone to the increased number of railroads competing for traffic, but that there has been a steady decrease iu the total volume of traffic of the country for several years past. This dwindling away being coincident with the advent of new lines, the present result was inevitable, i Eastern people give but little thought to the fact that the centre of pop ulation moving steadily and rapidly West ward is working a vast change in the con dition of railroad traffic as well as of other affairs. The growth of manufac tures at the great centres of the West has been so rapid that Eastern men in general do not reauze it. Ten thousand commoQi ities whichr were formerly carried from the East over the railways are now manufac tured at tihe door of consumers in the West and shipped to points still nearer the setting sun. Some surprise was created' when a few years age- it was found that the vast amount of funds annually sent to the West to move their crops did not retail through its-usual channels into the reser voirs of capital at JNew xotk or Boston, but was retained in the hands of the- pec ple and in the banks throughout the West. In that respect the West has since been com paratively Independent of Eastern bamks. In like mariner the variety and extent oi manufactures there are constantly increas ing, and this is consequently a lactor constantly tending to keep down tbe vol ume of railroad traffic. THE INFERNAL, REVENUE LAWS. Smokers Look Out! i ' fWerld Washington Gossip. A stamp collector called at the office of the Commissioner of Internal Revenue for the purpose of seeing if he could obtain a set of the internal revenue stamps. He was informed by the official in charge that proofs of these stamps were never given out, and that cancelled stamps went to the macerator with the paper money when it is withdrawn from circulation. 1 ne revenue stamps are (altogether too valuable to be trusted in the hands of collectors even when they . are cancelled. Some of the stamps represent a value of $5,000 each. The collector asked if there were any way in which these stamps could be obtained. "The onlv way," said the official, "is to take them from the packages of manufac turers or dealers after they have complied with the law, but even this is forbidden, and if your itaking the stamp from a pack age becomes known to an official of this Bureau it would be his duty to arrest you and have ybu prosecuted." This official added that very few private citizens un derstood the xtreme rigor of the revenue laws upon this subject. For instance, it is tbe duty of every smoker who buys a box of cigars to scrape the stamp off from the box and! destrov it. Every failure to destroy thii stamp renders the owner of the box liable to a penalty of 150 fine ana ten days in jail. If this law were enforced to-morrow it is probable that the great majority of the smokers of the country would have to go to prison. YOUNG ENGLAND'S TRIUMPH. A Student of North Carolina Polities. New York Times Cable Message. . Lord Randolph Churchill's assurance. nerve, and obstinacy have won for him a victory which old politicians to-night say is unheard of in English politics. His re volt Monday night was treated by tbe dull press as peevishness, but it was really deep policy, and a whole train of results has ensued. Lord Salisbury, who before over looked himJ now invited him to a confer ence, which, after an hour, ended in hia sweeping triumph all along the line. That Lord Randolph secured the Secretaryship of State (Indian Department), or its equiv alent, for himself is a minor matter. His greater demands were that the coercion act should be allowed to lapse, and that Sir Stafford Northcote, the Hon. R. A. Cross, and the Hon..W. H. Smith, former- . ly members of Beaconsfield's Cabinet, and Lord Randolph's beta noir should be shelved in! the House of Lords. Their promotion definitely settled. i -. . . . Crop prospect good, but the grass affords, abundant work. Charlotte Democrat.