A LOVER'S COMPLIMENT.
The girl with the freckled face is now fash
ionable. Fsishion Paper.
He fondly gazed in her freckled face,
Then an arm he placed about
Her waist, and gave her a fond embrace,
And called her his pretty trout.
Into her face u. red flush came,
And her eyes with tears grew dim,
As she said, "why call me such a name?"
And she turned her back on him.
"Oh, to praise his girl is a 1over"s right,"
He said, "and a lover's duty,
And I called you a pretty trout to-night
Because you're a speckled beauty."
Boston Courier.
A QUAINT PEOPOSAL.
The lilac bush beneath the south
window of Willow Brook Farm's
wainscotted parlor nodded gracefully
as a tiny zephyr swept gayly by, waft
ing far and near its incense of new
mown hay. In its wake fluttered a
purple and golden butterfly, to poise
a moment upon the window's ledge,
then to soar boldly forward until it lit
upon a curious old vase beside an
organ, whose yellowed keys gleamed
softly in the half-darkened room. The
butterfly and the vase mirrored them
selves in the polished oak floor, and
if the range had been right they could
have repeated the picture in the shining
surface of each article of furniture.
A younggirl was the sole occupant of
the room, with the exception, of course,
of the butterfly, who had winged his
way to a small oval mirror and was
busily making his toilet, as his com
panion, humming a merry tune, dusted
carefully a squatty teapot, whose fat
little spout and comic tout ensemble
at once inspired a longing for tea
brewed in such novel quarters. At
that moment a voice calling "Marthy!
Marthy!" echoed through the house,
followed by "Run quick; old Tim's in
the cornfield, and my hands are all
over dough!"
Hastily replacing the ancient heir
loom on a spindle-legged table, the
young girl darted from the room, while
the butterfly, startled at its toilet,
spread its wings and floated swiftly
out into the sunshine again. Snatch
ing a snowy sun-bonnet from its peg
in the hall, Martha flew down the gar
den path across to an adjacent
meadow. In her hurry she failed to
notice a gentleman slowly advancing
in her direction, until two masculine
hands stayed her progress.
With an exclamation of surprise,
Martha raised her pretty blue eyes
and met a pair of decidedly good look
ing brown ones, gazing with evident
appreciation at the dimpled, blushing
face, from off which the sun-bonnet
had slipped, disclosing a crop of red
dish golden rings lying close to the
finely shaped head.
"I beg your pardon," murmured
Martha, the blushes and dimples wax
ng deeper, "but I didn't see you, I
was in such a hurry."
"Don't mention it. Wouldn't have
missed the the pleasure for anything.
I I like to be run into," averred the
gentleman with considerable empha
sis. Such a rippling laugh as bubbled
over the lips of Martha at this speech!
which she hastily apologized for with:
"I didn't mean to, really; but what
you said sounded so odd."
"You couldn't do it again, could
you? I assure you 1 never appreciat
ed being a odd until to-day. I"
"Oh, the cow!" exclaimed Martha,
suddenly recollecting her errand. "I
forgot all about him," and away she
sped, the gentleman hurrying after,
repeating:
"Cow! Himl Let me help you. I
I really am very clever with cows. In
fact I would like to make them a
study."
However,Jwhen the field was reached
no cow was to be seen, and remarking
that doubtless some of the hands had
ousted old Tim, Martha turned her
steps toward the house, thinking the.
gentleman would proceed on his way.
To her astonishment, however, he
kept along by her side, observing:
"Are you acquainted with Willow
Brook Farm?"
"Why, yes; its my home. I was
born there," answered Martha, sur
prisedly. "Happy farm! I mean a it must
be a lovely place. You see, the fact is
that is, I have a note for Mrs. Dun
can of Willow Brook Farm."
"My mother!" ejslculated Martha,
opening wide her blue eyes. Whereup
on the gentleman scanned with newly
awakened interest a square envelope
he had extracted from his breast pock
et, as he added.
"I amanold I should say my moth
er is an old friend of Mrs. Duncan's,"
making a rough calculation of the
length of time it might take, all things
favorable, to place him on equally as
Sood footing with the daughter, while
lartha's thought ran very much in
this wise.
"Would be nice looking if he wasn't
so sallow. Wonder if mother will ask
him to make us a visit. I never hparrl
her speak of an old friend that had a
son.
By this time they were proceedingup
the path that led to the farm's pretty
rose garlanded porch, and having ush
ered the gentleman into the parlor we
nave allready been introduced to.with
a demure little courtesy and the words
"I will send mother," Martha left him.
In a few moments a comely, rosy
cheeked woman came hurrying into
the parlor with:
Good afternoon, sir, Marthy tells
me you have a letter for me from an
old friend."
"Yes, from my mother," and the
gentleman held toward her the letter.
Having read it through, interrupted
with exclamations such as "Bless me!"
"Who'd have thought it?" Mrs. Dun
can, her pleasant face deepening into
a smile ejaculated.
"So you are little Paul Dorsey. My! J
how time flien. When I last saw you,
you were only a little shaver. It must
be nigh onto fifteen years ago. And
to think of Lucindy's remembering me
all these years and sending her son to
see me. Not that I have forgotten
her not a bit. Only with one thing
and another one hasn't time to think
much of old days. Yon see your ma
and I went to the same academy,
and we thought a sight of each other;
only somehow after both of us
married we sort of drifted apart.
Your ma she married a wealthy city
man, while I got married to a well-to-do
farmer, and so gradually we each
went our own way. Not to forget each
other though, as you sec. and now, my
dear, excuse the liberty, but it conies
natural like.being your Lucindy's son,
I'll send one of the men down to the
village after your trunk, and you'll
just stop along with us and be as
welcome as my own son, if I had one,
and Marthy and I will do our best to
make you comfortable," and motherly
Mrs. Duncan laid her hand with an
approving pat upon Paul Dorsey's
slightly stooping shoulders, while he,
coloring somewhat, endeavored to
thank her for her warm hospitality,
but was cut short with:
"Bless you, its no put out, we have
lots of room, and it will be real pleas
ure to me to see Lucindy's son mak
ing himself to home in my house."
And thus it was that Paul Dorsey
became a guest at Willow Brook
Farm.
That evening after her visitor had
retired Mrs. Duncan said to her daugh
ter. "Poor, young man, he hasn't got a
bit of appetite. I don't wonder Lu
cindy is fretted about him. She writes
that he is always that taken up with
books, that she can hardly ever coax
him to go about with young folks and
enjoy himself. I've been thinking
Marthy, if you was just to kind of
make believe you need his help now
and again about the garden and such,
it would do him a sight of good, and
he'd never suspect it was for the sake
of his health," and Mrs. Duncan
laughed a low, pleased laugh, at the
thought of thedeception, while Martha
exclaimed:
"Why mother! you are getting to be
aregularconspirator. But I am afraid
it won't work, he's so so odd."
Paul Dorsey had been told to make
himself perfectly at home; so the morn
ing after his arrival he withdrew from
the breakfast table to his own room,
and forthwith commenced to unpack
his books preparatory to a good day's
study. Everything was at last ar
ranged to his satisfaction, but some
how his thoughts were strangely wan
dering this uay, although not a sound
disturbed the the cool quietness of his
surroundings. A pair of blue eyes
seemed to glance mockingly from the
musty pages hefain would master, and
he caught himself repeating aloud the
old-fashioned name of "Marthy,"
which took unto itself the sweetest of
sounds by reason of its connection
with so pretty an owner. Suddenly,
with a thud, the book fell from his
hand, as, exclaiming: "By Jove! that's
her voice," Paul Dorsey, with one
stride, was at the window making sad
havoc of the dainty dimity curtains
with his clumsy hands.
Martha, accompanied by a tall,
stalwart fellow, was passing down the
garden path, her infectious laughter
floating merrily upon the balmy air as
shechatted away to the young man at
her side, who appeared to be enjoying
the subject under discussion as herself.
Ae they disappeared from view, Paul,
rather a blank look, resumed his
seat and sought to apply himself to his
interesting tasK, but not with the old
ardor did he work, and for the first
time that he could remember, he list
ened anxiously for the bell to summon
him to luncheon.
The days slipped into weeks, and still
Paul Dorsey remained a guest at Wil
low Brook Farm, audit became no un
usual sight to see him obediently fol
lowing Martha's directions concerning
tne uprooting or certain weeas, or the
fastening of some vine more secure
ly about its support. An honest,
brown tinge had replaced Paul's
once sallow complexion, and the
books well, they had become sec
ondary, a more potent charm having
outrivaled them. Mrs. Duncan con
gratulates herself upon her happy fore
thought that she was working such a
change in her friend's son, and Martha
admitted with a slight blush, that Mr.
Dorsey was getting to be almost as
handsome as her cousin Joe her beau
ideal of manly beauty heretofore.
The sun burned scorching hot upon
the broad gravel path just outside of
the farm's pretty parlor, but within
that quaint room a restful coolncs
held sway. Lounging idly in the
depths of a willow chair, was Paul
while Martha, seated at the old organ,
drew from its aged keys a low, plain
tive melody. As the last note died
softly away, whirling round upon
her seat, Martha exclaimed:
"Do you know, Mr. Dorsev. von
have been wasting your whole morn
ing? I don't believe you have look
ed at a book for two days" thislast,
it must be owned, with a slight air of
triumph as she continued, penitently:
"I am afraid I have been to blame,
but to-morrow I will leave vou free to
spend the whole day with your books,
for Cousin Joe has promised to drive
me over to Dapleson to do some shop
ping." "Hang Cousin Joe"
"Mr. Dorsey!" from Martha's as
tonished lips.
"I beg pardon. I really I hope you
will have a delightful time, Miss Dun
can. I assure you I shall a enjoy it
immensely, being left to my books and
confound it! Excuse me I "
And ere Martha could reply, Paul
Dorsey had left the room.
"How queer he is," soliloquized Mar
tha, as Paul's departing footsteps
echoed through the hall. "I don't see
why he should dislike Joe so; Joe is al
ways such a favorite with everyone.
x nope j. naven t onenaea him. 1 am
sure I didn't mean to." And with
rather a puzzled look upon her fair
young face, Martha closed the organ.
That evening as Martha stood down
by the meadow gate caressing old
Doxey, the mare, her quick ears caught
the sound of a familar tread advanc
ing to wards sr, and a moment after
a voice exclaimed:
"I am an idiot, Miss Martha, but I!
I hope yowwrill forgive me. Icouldn't
bear the idea of his monopolizing yom
all day. I; know you could never think
of an old: book worm like myself
still I I have been very happy, and;I
forget sometimes that that there-is-sucha
difference between us."
Martha's, cheeks had been growing
rosier and rosier, while a strange, wild
joy surged through her veins, as she
answered, ber tones trembling slightly.
"Since I can remember cousin Joe
and I ha v been playmates, and since
father died he has been so good to
mother, helping her about the farm
and in every way, that he has beeome
like a son to her, and as dear- as a
brother to me. Dear Joe! I don't
know what we should have done-without
him." She paused, the tears
gathering in her pretty eyes. Paul
drew nearer, then hesitated, as Martha
continued.
"Joe is engaged to my dearest friend,
and they are to be married in just six
weeks."
"I am awfully glad I mean I wish
them joy, and all that sort of thing,"
and Paul Dorsey advanced still near
er the little figure into whose eyes a
sweet shyness had stolen.
"Marthy, do you think there is a
ghost of a chance for me? As it ismy
first attempt at anything of the kind,
perhaps you will sum it up leniently,
and make my sentence as easy as you
can," then gathering courage from
Martha's half averted face, and the
extreme pinkness of the one visi
ble ear, he laid his hand caressingly
upon hers, adding:
"Marthy, do you think you can for
give me for for loving you?"
"Why should I forgive you for what
I have done myself?" came the low
answer, followed naively by, "But 1
did not know it until to-day, when I
thought I had offended you."
"And and you don't mind my be
ing odd or or anything?" stammered
Paul, in his excessive joy.
"You are not a bit odd," was the in
dignant reply; "I wouldn't have you
a bit different," and Martha shyly
touched the coat sleeve in close prox
imity tD her waist, irom somewhere
in the region of Paul's waistcoat pock
et a muffled little voice might have
been heard ejaculating.
"Oh, Paul! somebody is looking?"
"I hope they are," was the auda
cious reply, succeeded by a second
disappearance on Martha's part.
A weekorso later a stylishly dressed,
middled aged lady was sitting tete-a-tete
with Mrs. Duncan, who was ob
serving: "Deary me, Lucindy, you've no call
to thank me. I had nothing to do
with it. Not but what I am real
pleased that your son and my daugh
ter should come together; but I had no
more thought of it than yourself."
A slight smile stirred the lips of Mrs.
Dorsey as she remarked:
"You are just the same as ever,
Mary. Well, if Martha only turns out
half as good a woman as yourself, I
am satisfied that Paul has won a
treasure."
"And he'll never forget, mother,
that he pwes that treasure to you, for
if you had not sent him to seek out
your old friend he'd have remained a
bachelor to the end of his days," in
terrupted a masculine voice, while a
girlish treble exclaimed. "Oh, Paul!"
the rest of the sentence being lost by
Paul daringly sealing his bethrothed's
lips with his own.
An Apple Farm.
Mr. Prescott Williams of Williams
burg, Mass., is the owner of an im
mense orchard, probably the largest
in the New England states. The or
chard was set out nearly 20 years ago,
ana has been in bearing tor many
years, although the present is the
largest ever grown. Mr. Williams es
timates the crop at 2,500 barrels.
Three hundred and sixty-two trees, it
is estimated, will yield six barrels of
armies each, of which 300 are Bald
wins, 16 Northern Spys, 16 Hubbard-
ston s JNonesuch, 10 Hhode Isiand
Greenings, lO Lady Sweetings, six
Congress, four Roxbnry Russets, mak
ing a total ot 2,172 barrels. Hun
dreds of trees yield one, two or three
barrels, but these are not included in
the count. A number of trees will give
15 barrels, and others eight or ten
barrels of apples each. The orchard
occupies a rocky slope ot common
New England farming land. When
Mr. AVilliams began setting and bud
ding trees many years ago, the old
farmers laughed at him, but he per
severed in his plan, and for a long
time has expended, more money in
dressing for his trees than the average
farmer clears for his entire farm. The
orchard at present is a mag in ifi cent
sight, the apples large, fair and of
a brilliant color; the yield is probably
the largest for the area in the history
of New England. The trees are prop
ped to keep the limbs from breaking
off, and the trees are free from worms,
being protected by troughs of kero
sene oil about the trunks.
Marriage in Pennsylvania.
A new marriage law will go into op
eration in Pennsylvania on the 1st of
October which requires a license which
can be obtained only after answering
questions on the following topics:
1. Full name of man. 2. Full
name of woman. 3. Relationship of
pen. Lies, cinier uy uioou or marriage.
4. Age of the man. 5. Age of the
woman. 6. Residence of the man.
7. Residence of the woman. 8. Par
ents' name man. 9. Parents'
name woman. 10. Guardian's name
man. 11. Guardian's name wom
an. 12. Consent of parents or guard
ian. 13. Date of death of man's for
mer wife, if any. 14. Date of death of
woman's former husband, if any. 15.
Date of divorce of man at any time.
16. Date of divorce of woman at any
time. 17. Color of Darties. 18. Oc
cupation of man. Occupation of
woman.
The clerk of the probate court must
ask these questions, and will be liable
to fine if he does not; while a false an
swer will subject either party to thf
penalties of perjury.
UP IN THE CLOUDS.
& Trip Across South Amerim Climbing
Ove-r the Andes Among tiie Grandest
Scenery In the World MknataMa Over
For Miles High.
Cor.. Chicago Inter-Ocean.
He who wishes to make- the journey
frem Chili to Argentine -Republic and
the east coast of South , America, has
a choice of routes. He may go to sea,
around through the Straits of Magel
lan, which will cost hiai fifteen days'
time and $200 of money, or he may
climb over the Andes- on the back of
a mule, a journey of five days, three
of which only are spent in the saddle,
amid some of the grandest scenery in.
the world.
The highest mountain in the West--srn
Hemisphere is Aconcagua, in Chili,
which rises 22,415. feet to the north-
ward from Valparaiso and Santiago,
and in plain view from both cities when,
the weather is clear. Chimborazowas
for a long time supposed to bo-the
king of the Andes, and in the geogra
phies published fifty years ago is- de
scribed as tha- highest summit iUithe
world. No one has ever reached the
peak of either-mountain, owing tothe
depth of snow and impassible- gorges,,
but recent measurements taken
by means of triangulatien, give
Aconcagua an excess of about
2,000 feet over old "Chimbo."
Scientists have reached an, attitude
higher than the summit of either in
the Himalaya mountains of India;
where Mount Everest is claimed to
rise between 27,000 and 30,000 feet.
Humboldt made Chimborazo famous,
and very few travelers have gone be
yond the point he reaehed; but no
serious attempt has ever been made
to explore the summit of Aconcagua,
as the Chillanos do not often go where
their horses can not carry them. In
mountain gloom and glory, Chimbora
zo is said to surpass all rivals, stand
ing, as it does, within sight of the sea,
and surrounded by a cluster of twen
ty peaks, like a king and his counsel
ors. But Aconcagua is grand enough
and has nothing near it to dwarf its
size. The latitude in which it stands,
brings the snow line much lower than
upon- Chimborazo and the other peaks
or Ecuador, which are almost upon
the line of the equator, and the purity
of the atmosphere gives the spectator
an opportunity to see its picturesque
ness at a long distance.
From Santiago, Chili, there is a
government railway as far as the
town of Santa Rosa", passing around
the base of Aconcagua and furnishing
the traveler with one of the most sub
lime panoramas of mountain scenery
on the globe. At Santa Rosa mules
and men are hired to ride over the
Cumbre pass to Mendoza, on the
sastern slope of the Andes, to which a
railroad has recently been opened by
the Argentine government. Here one
can take a Pullman sleeper and ride
to Buenos Ayres, as comfortably as
he can go from New York to St. Louis,
and the distance is about the same.
This railroad was opened in May
last with a grand celebration,in which
the Presidents of Chili and the Argen
tine Republic, with retinues of officials,
participated. The event was as im
portant to the commercial develop
ment of Argentine as was the opening
of the first Pacific Railway to the
United States, as it opened to settle
ment millions of square miles of the
best territory in the republic and fur
nished a highway between the two seas.
The people 0t &5 United States have
very little conception Ol yrni l sg
on down in this part ot tns world.
They do not realize that there is here
a republic which some day is to rival
our own a country with immense
resources similar to those of the United
States, situated in a corresponding
latitude, prepared to furnish the world
with beef and bread, and stretching a
network of railways over its area that
will bring the products of the pampas,
which correspond to our prairies, to
market.
The geography publishers do not
keep peace with the development of
this part of South America, and to
present accurate accounts of its con
dition, they should be re-written every
year. Who knows, for instance ex
cept they who have been here, that a
man can ride from Buenos Ayres
across the pampas to the foot-hills of
the Andes in a Pullman car?
An American merchant, Mr. Bowers,
formerly of Boston, got a contract re
cently to furnish the schools of the
Argentine Republic with text books.
He ordered many thousands of the
latest issue of the most revised geo
graphy from the most enterprisine
Eublishers in New York. When the
ooks came he looked them all over
and immediately shipped them all
back. Why? Because these modern
geographies represented the Argentine
Republic as it was fifty years ago; and
the people would have been insulted
had they seen what was said of them.
In the first place this country was
called "The Argentine Confederation"
and stands as such upon most of the
modern maps. The geographer did not
know probably that a bloody war had
been fought to determine that the Ar
gentine Republic was not a confedera
tion, but a Nation, with a big "N." It
was like callinp the United States "the
Confederated States of America."
Then, again, Buenos Ayres was put
down as a city of 75,000 inhabitants.
when it has 400,000, and is as proud
of its growth and greatness as Chicago.
There was not the sign or mention of
a railway, when the Argentine Repub
lic has as good and extensive a rail
way system as Kansas and Minne
sota. The President of Chili attended the
ceremonies at the opening of the rail
road, with his cabinet, and toasted the
success of the rival republic across the
Andes, but he didn't like it a bit. The
road now runs to the boundary of
Chili, but will not go any farther. The
gap of 150 miles over the mountain
passes might be easily supplied, bat
the Government of Chili will not allow
it. They do not want easy communi
cations between the two nations, be
cause the resources of the Argentine
are so much greater and attractive and
so muchroorweaisily developed that thac
poor oiiUhill; would move over as the.
poor of .'the old world are coming tot
seek homes. ins the United States.
From. Aprii) to November the moun
tain passes are blockaded with snow,
and it is-aliways dangerous and often
impossible tO) make the journey. Na
tive couriers who use snow shoes, go
over tha- year around, carrying the
mails,. and! find refuge in "casuchas, oof
hollows o' the rocks during stormSv
Sometimes, often, indeed, they perish
from exposure or starvation, or pea?--haps
are-buried under the awful aval
anche. The passes are about 13,000
feet high, and are swept by winds that
human endurance can not survive.
During the summer the journey is de
iightediand although attended by many
discomforts, has its compensations to
those-who are willing to rough it and
are-fond of mountain scenery. Ladies
often? go and enjoy it. Not long since
a party of thirteen schoolma'ms from
the United States, who are down here
teaching under contract with the Ar
gentine government, crossed the moun
tains, to Chili, and had a lovely time."
Plenty of mules and good guides can
be secured at the termini of;the rail
ways, but travelers have tio carry
their own food and bedding. .
There are no hotels on the-way, but
only "shacks" or log houses, which
furnish nothing but shelter.. Yery often
people who are not accustomed to high
altitudes are attacked with a disease
called "sirroche," from, which they
sometimes suffer severely. It comes in
the form of dizziness and! pain in the
head, with vomiting, and! so suddenly
that people have been: konwn to fall
off their mules and be seriously injured.
The road is always dangerous, cling
ing to the edge of mighty precipices and
upon the sides of mountain cliffs, and
only trained mules can be used on the
journey. During th winter season the
winds are often so strong as to blow
the mules with their burdens over the
precipices, and leave them as food for
the condors that are always soaring
around. These- birds know the dan
gerous passes aad keep guard with the
expectation oi seeing some traveler on
mule go tumbling over the cliffs. There
are some bridges, too, that must be
crossed whose- construction is not sat
isfactory to nervous men. They are
made of cowhide stretched across the
ravines after the manner of modern
suspension bridges, and the floor path,
just wide enough for a mule to pass is
laid of the branches of trees lashed to
gether with hides.
Travelers usually dismount, and
lead their mules when they cross these
fragile structure's for the hide ropes
which are intended to keep people
from stepping off, do not look very se
cure. The oscillation of the bridge is
very great, and a man who is accus
tomed to giddiness will want to lie
down before he gets half way over. It
is rather queer that so few accidents
happen, and when they do occur it is
usually because a traveler is reckless,
or a mule is green. The foxes some
times gnaw the hides, but no accidents
have occurred from this cause for
many years.
The journey on mule-back usually
takes five days of travel at the rate of
thirty or forty miles a day, but good
riders with relays of mules often make
it in less than three days. Longchap
ters might be written to describe the
scenery of the mountains, which is as
sublime as can be found anywhere,
and the whole route is historical, as it
has been in use for centuries. There 13
scarcely a mile without Some roman
tic association, hot a rock without its
incident, and tradition, incident and
romance line the path before the Span
iards conquered the country, and
Don Diego de A.lniago crossed it 15Ji
as he passed southward to Chili afte
the conquest of Peru.
55
ter
An Object Lesson.
From the Chicago News.
"Papa, how do nations get into war
with each other?" asked Tommy Sea
sonby. "Sometimes oneway, sometimes an
other," said the father. "Now, there
are Germany and Spain they came
near getting into war because a Span
ish mob took down the German flag."
"No,my dear," put in Mrs. Seasonby,
"that wasn't the reason."
"But my darling," put in Mr. S.,
"don't y ou suppose I know? You are
mistaken. That was the reason."
"No, dearie, yofi are mistaken, ft
was because the Germans-
"Mrs. Seasonby, I say it was be
cause "
"Peleg, you know better. You are
only trying to "
"Madam, I don't understand that
your opinion was asked in this matter,
anyway."
"Well, I don't want mv bov intrude
.j 1 1 1 - -
ea oy an oiu ignoramus.
"See here vou imDudent "
"Put down your cane, vou old brute.
Don't you dare bristle up tome, or I'll
send this rolling-pin at your head, you
old "
"Never mind," interrupted Tommy,
-j. guess 1 Know now wars begin."
LOCOLN 'FKIISND.
making High Officials and Ladies Stand I
Asidv.
Correspondence Boston Jonrnal.
George Clark, am eccentric man in ,
humble circumstaaaces, was an early
friend of Lincoln:,., who subsequently
removed to New- England. He met
Lincoln in Boston during a stumping
tour in the east.- A few years passed,
and Mr. Lincoln was the man of the:
hour. Clark, whenever I met him, was
talking about him. "I can have any
office I want,.'.'" he said emphati
cally; "Abe - will look out for
me." I thought him a dreamer,
and, like all bis-acquaintances, doubt
ed his claim.,. Shortly after Clark said
he was going t have an office, and
then in order to get it he must have
$12 to pay his fare to Washington. I
told him it was a useless undertaking.
He laughed, a me. Abe would not re
fuse him anything he asked. H had
made up M&mind to have a post office.
I told him .that $12 would only pay
his fare, and that everything was so
high and i the hotels so crowded that
he could atot live twenty-four hours
in Washington. Again he laughed in
my face,. and then said: "What do I
care for-high prices and hotels? Abe'll
take care of me. All I want is money
enough to get there."
Half in earnest, half in jest, the mon
ey was raised and Clark weat to Wash
ington:. A. reception was taking place at the
Whiite House, and a man oi his plebian
appearance was not only "out of
place," but was hustled! about in an
unceremonious manner and in one way
and another deterred bom approach
ing Mr. Lincoln. Clark's patience under
the embarrassing situation served him
&r more than an hornr, when hunger
and anxiety about a place to "put up,
for the night" caused him to lose his,
discretion and become desperate.
Mounting a chain just as the foreign
minister was approaching Mr. Lincoln,
he sang out, "Abe! Abe!" Mr. Lincoln
instantly recognized the speaker. The
passing pageant of chivalry and fashion
became to his mind like the unreality
of a dream from which he had been
suddenly aroused and in all the bril
liant assembly he only saw George
Clark, the- man who had shared with
him the hardships and privations ol
frontier Kfe in the days of small things.
"Mak way for my friend," exclaimed
the President, and the surprised ladies
and gentlemen paused in astonishment
as Mr. Clark approached Mr. Lincoln
and was received with a cordiality and
warmth of greeting that had not been
accorded any other guest of the eve-
A few minutes later Mr. Lincoln ex
cused himself from the recepjtion, and
passed into another room with hia
old friend and closed the door. The
scene that followed is known only
through Mr. Clark, and as he was in
clined. somewhat to exaggerate circum
stances, it must be considered with
some grains of allowance.
Mr. Lincoln, so Clark repeatedly
told his friends, was as familiar and
off-hand as in their youth. He leaned
against the wall and laughed. He
wag like -an overjoyed boy. "You
don't know," he said, "how glad I am
to see you. The face of an old friend
is like a ray of sunshine through dark
and ominous clouds. I've shook hands
till I'am tireder than I was splitting
rails." He inquired where Clark was
stopping, and if he had been to sup
per, and when Clark told him he was
"Stopping with Abe Lincoln and hadn't
had anything of any account to eat
: -w home." he ordered the
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be-
Pat Donan's Wild Shriek.
From His Speech at the Tennessee Banquet.
Earth's two greatest oceans, 3,000
miles apart, shall roll up in thunder
ing oratorio their echo of the high and
glad refrain; the vastest gulfs and
grandest lakes in all creation shall
join the chant; river after river, huge
rolling floods, shall conspire to swell
the giant paean; Superior's waves, old
Mississippi's torrents, Niagara's misty
thunders shall roar it far and wide;
the hurricane, crashing through ten
thousand mountain gorges, from the
Alleghanies to the Cordilleras, from
the Adirondacks to the Sierras, shall
chime it; the raging blizzards, hurling
six-inch hailstones on sky-bounded
ana norizon-ienced Nebraska plains,
shall whistle and rattle it; the cata
mount shall shriek it, the prairie wolf
shall howl it, the lone owl hoot it.and
the grizzly bear shall growl it; and the
burden of it all shall shall be: "Ameri
ca for Americans! One country, one
flag, zwei lager from Greenland's icy
mountains to Darien'sgolden strands!
E. Plnribas Unum! Erin Go Bragh!
Now, henceforth and forevermore,
world without end amen, a-women I
fore him while he returned to "finish
up the business he had in hand."
Finally he told Mr. Lincoln
the object of his visit and solic
ited the 'Lawrence ostmastership.
Mr. Lincoln laughed at him and said:
"You ain't quite up in education,
George, to take that kind of a job.
But I've fixed you all snug and right.
Take this letter." The letter was ad
dressed: "To the Collector of the port
of Boston." Clark presented himself
at the custom house one morning, and
upori being snubbed by one or another
- . , j t . 1 n-n i. .
wnen ne lnuuuv -i ful wiwior, re
marked that he huC
friend Abraham Lincoln,
the gentleman for whom he had in
quired. J5
This opened the doors. The letter
said, in substance: "The bearer is my
friend George Clark. Give him the best
position he can fill. If he fails in one
place give him another." The Collec
tor settled him as watchman on board
vessels in the harbor a berth in which
he could sleep as much as he liked
$1,200 a year. I
oln, addressed to
in
President Lincoln's Visitor.
Mr. Lincoln was quite ill early
the winter of 1863, and was not
clined to listen to all the bores who,
called at the White House. One day
J'ust as one of these pests had seated
limself for a long interview, the Pres
ident's physician happened to enter
the room, and Mr. Lmcoln said, hold
ing out his hands:
"Doctor, what are those blotches?"
"That's varioloid, or mild small
pox," said the doctor."
"They're all over me. It is con
tagious, I believe," said Mr. Lincoln.
"Very contagious, indeed!" replied
the Esculapian attendant.
"Well, I can't stop, Mr. Lincoln; I
just called to see how you were," said
the visitor.
"Oh, don't be in a hurry, sir!" plac
idly remarked the Executive.
"Thank you, sir; I'll call again," re
plied the visitor, executing a masterly
retreat from a fearful contagion.
"Do, sir, saw the Inresident.
"Some people said they could not
take very well to my proclamation,
but now, I am happy to say, I have
something that everybody can take."
By this time the visitor was making a
desperate break for Pennsylvania
avenue, which he reached on the
double-quick. Ben: Perley Poor in
Sunny South.