GOOD-NIGHT.
BT MAKT II. HIXOHAJf.
God keep you safe, my little love,
All through the night;
Rest close to his encircling arms
Until the light.
My heart is with you as I kneel to pray.
Good-night! God keep you In His care nlway.
Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts
About my head ;
I lose myself In tender dreams,
"While overhead
The moon comes stealing through the window bars,
A silver sickle gleaming through the stars.
For I, though I am far away,
Fool safe nnd strong;
To mist you thus, my dear love and yet
The night Is long
J say with sobbing bronth the old fond prayer,
Good-nJght! Sweet dreams! God keep you everywhere.
SHE SAVED THE TOWN.
BY JAMES CLEMENT AMRROSK.
I write history and its narrative sits heavily
pn me. "Why? ' That in its poison it has many
parallels; .in its antidote, few. How the years
that whirl past us tangle our brains with wonder,
that men will so often forsake the better impulses
of human nature and cleave to the blasting pas
sions which make it their sport and God's grief!
"To-morrow, Agnes, the June term of court
opens. Before it closes, I shall be admitted to the
bar; the law student will become the lawyer; he
will put up his shingle, and sweep out office for
nobody but No. 1. And then "
"May you never be admitted to any 'bar' but
the symbol of your profession !" broke in Agnes.
"Never!" stoutly returned Arnold Wilmoth.
"Of course not ! "Why, could I ever make such
hazard of your love and happiness? of health,
honor, prospects, and the mutual home we're to
have !"
"I hope not, Arnold; but ever since the death
from drink of young Ellis, who, in betrothal days,
protested total abstinence as loudly as you do
now, and meant it no less, I have a horror of these
saloons. They are snares set beside stores and
under offices to catch the innocent. Through
their trap-door Ellis fell into the pit ; his wife and
boy into hunger, rags, cold and shame."
'My dear Agnes, you don't think I would do
CO?"
"No; of course you don't intend to do so. But
J wish you felt a little more afraid of it; not quite
so confident of strength todefy temptation. I think
fear of danger is near akin to safety ; one who
never ventures near the edge of Niagara nevergoos
over the rapids."
"You're a good philosopher, love; and I love
you much for your thoughtfulness. But please
don't borrow trouble; let's talk of better things.
You know, the best day of our lives is pledged to
come soon after my settlement in business."
The conversation turned to marriage. Witlrfn
a month these young residents of an Illinois vil
lage were married. Love conquered even the
fear of Agnes, in spite of her keen perception of
the danger which always sits at table with temp
tation.
A barrel of cider stood on tap in the collar of
Arnold's father. Agnos knew it. In the Wil
moth family even beer had not been reckoned
among the infernal spirits ; Agnes knew it. And
her fears were the fruit of knowledge; but she
hoped. "When did not a young and loving woman
nope :
A year of married life. Good clients come to
court with Arnold ; prosperity salutes him ; he is
proud of nis success, and Acnes is proud of him
-The man at the mast-head seems to shout, "All is
well !"
Two years of married life. A little lad in the
likeness of Agnes has just spread his tiny sails on
that perilous voyage, from the cradle to the crave;
find in the sweet and sacred mysteries of earliest
motherhood, Agnes finds the supreme happiness
CI the penect woman.
Arnold is glad ; but he is not gay. His success
at the bar has been such that business now seeks
him ; he is crowded ; lie is under mental strain to
"keep up;" he is often at his office of nights pre
paring cases for trial; the "occasional" glass of
beer has become a steady habit.
Another year is gone; and the grind for money
increases. Arnold stands in practice beside men
twice his years at the bar. He is thrown much
into the cornnanionshin of men lomrsince weaned
from that holiest human anchorage, a wife's affec
tions, lie is a bright young orator, and politi
clans of all grades in evil habits press upon him to
plead the party's cause in the pendincr campaign.
In such plague-breathing company he goes to
epeuit at nigui in a neigiiuoring town, ine
people are pleased to admiration ; but the leaders
p.re bene on maKing a brother beast of the man
Who has gratified them. To "treat" to that which
"Btingeth like an adder," is their ideal method of
manifesting gratitude. Into the cross-roads gro
cery, with a saloon in a jug under the counter,
they persuaded Arnold to go after speaking, "to
brace up," they said, "for the cool ride home."
ills companions were three professional nnrtv
barnacles. They were used to beimrnwnv from
home; used, being away, to forget home; to sneer
at it as a good place to go back to only when they
could go nowhere else; to jest of woman's love as
a trifle for men to trifle with. In their philoso
phy, she had,no right other than to minister to
man's pleasure, and no right to comnlnln t.w. i,ta
pleasure wasmlho brute's brutish, at the cost of
'yager happineajgn-jiornc, me, good name, husband,
TjCQUaren. iNeeu j. auu, tney were also used to
strong drinicr .
With thair .pnuosopny, tney ridiculed the
honest protests of Arnold in favor of wifn mwi
Ifcome tliljifitook whisky into his stomach the
devil into nisjiicaa. x cannot ten you how, even
after thw had '.blackguarded away respect for
Agnes vmL&ac oaoe, ne, standing aione, consented
" to be eura In the cup. But lie did. It is the
jnyetery pemptation. Is it lack of the courage
to jovMiusi?ueuer uian one's companions ?
"Whan tte quartette had driven into thestrcots
of tbalr cnaHInllage, Arnold was just sober enough
to know Htetheliad been a fool in the hands of
false irionwsjmiul entry enough to wish to drown
that knoXIpa.Iiirronowed folly. All places of
moral busfnifrwerfrcloscd. but up to an open sa-
Ti-. it' l - ' .
saijereieven o'clock. They went
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fcight of a new customer in the petted young
lawyer, and set forth his "best," where best is
At midnight the three more stalwart drinkers
assisted Arnold "Wilmoth to his own doorstep.
His watching, anxious wife opened tne door, and
he staggered in and sank in a driveling heap at
her feet. The triple escort slunk hastily back
nto darkness before the glance of the woman
thev had wounded and weregone.
. . I 1 TT. tJ A f 1
Arnold couiu not speaK. xie wouiu not, ii ne
could. Agnes did not utter a word, bhe breathed
no reproach against him she loved. There was
none in her heart. But the girlhood in her face
gave place to grandeur in one moment. The
front ; and there it has had the growth of seven
years of practice. Not a tear nor a sigh escaped
her. Henceforth to mouiernoou was aaueu tne
halo of consecration to a great public cause, to
the cure of a great public curse intemperance.
She seemed to have touched the hem of the gar
ment of Divinity. She continued Agnes, the
sanie loving wife and mother at home. She rose
to be also a helper of humanity beyond home.
"Within her home she administered love still with
familiar smiles. But away from home she set all
smiles of gayety aside. Arnold's calamity she
felt to be to her the hand of consecration ; and
she went forth to work witli sterner stuff
than smiles, to kill the cause of broken-hearted
ionics the temptation which lurks in the sale of
liquor by authority of law.
Arnold's boy lay asleep in his crib that nicht.
seeing not his father's shame. The wife put the
husband to bed ; then spent in praver what re
mained of the night. She felt a call to plead a
sober cause. For that work she sought urospel
iclp. She cot it. Next day she went anions the
Christian women of heracquaintcuce, and the re
sult soon was a temperance prayer-meeting or
ganized. Many people expressed surprise at the
enort, as though drunkenness and its authorship
were sins so large God would not hear prayer
against them, or could not cast them into the
ditch they digged for men.
This was in the fall of '73. A few months later
came across to prairies of Illinois the example of
Uhlo women. The inspiration of their "crusade"
for temperance went West, took early root, and
lias grown up with the country. Under that,
woman is not waiting for her seed to bruise the
serpent's head, but is doing the bruising herself.
Agnes limoth headed a praying band, carry
ing prayer and sacred song into the saloons of her
village; and some surrendered. She learned
where Arnold had taken liquor on that night,
and had the joy of seeing it soon converted into a
tin-shop.
hen the "crusade" crystallized into the pres
ent great chain of Woman's Christian Temperance
Unions National, State and local Agnes be
came the efficient President of her village Union,
laboring to add law to moral suasion as a power
for sobriety. All this time she passed not a word
with her husband on the cause of her new zeal for
temperance. lie knew. She never upbraided him
with the woeof that night. But she persuaded him
to abandon political speaking; she persuaded him
to convert their little library into a law-office, for
such work as he must give their evenings to, so
that, he might not appear in public places at hours
when the evil and its friends are most potent.
If ever, after that night, liquor passed Arnold's
lips, its worst effect did not last him all the way
home. But Agnes saw no certainty of safety
while temptation held the form of saloons. She
felt that eternal vigilance was the price of a sober
husband.
One afternoon in the Winter of '78-'9, Arnold
came home to tea early. Said he : "Agnes, what
is 'Home Protection." I see bills up'for an ad
dress to-night at the Presbyterian Church by
auss on Miomc rrotection.' is that a new
name for temperance ?"
"That's what temperance is," said Agnes. "It
is a new movement, originated by -Miss
now President of our State Union, to petition the
Legislature to give us women a legal voice, a
joint vote with men, on the one question left to
the local option of each town, whether it will II
cense saloons and permit the sale of liquors, or
not. And, so far, we women seem to be almost
wholly on the 'not' side. I and many other
women here "have already signed the petition.
I've circulated It for a week, too."
"Do men sign it?" .
"Plenty of them."
"Is to-niirht's speaker worth hearinp:?"
"She isn't worth missing. She is princess of
the platform."
"Any admission fee?"
"Not a cent,"
"Well, well, you temperance women are the
most public-spirited body I ever knew! I think
I'll attend, if I can have your company."
"Certainly ; but you'll have to sit in a pew,
while I preside at the meeting, being President of
the union here."
"Ha, ha, ha! This is progress, surely!" and
Arnold laughed again at thought of "the fast
times," and with a good deal of secret pride in tne
ability, as well as the beauty, of his wife.
Arnold Wilmoth learned a great deal that
night. He learned much of what women sutler
by what men drink. He learned a new and grand
respect for woman as a philanthropist, as the
friend of man as the heart ol home, broKcn
when home is broken.
He signed the Home Protection petition. His
was one of the 17",(KM) names annexed to it within
the State, and which almost persuaded the Legis
lature to enact its prayer into law. But it did
not.
Again good women were at work. Agnes hud
her colleagues still wanted law on their side ; they
went to law and found it already! It made each
town an independent little dukedom in matters of
temperance, to settle It for itseii, and oy such
method as the town board might prescribe.
What opportunity for local exertion ! Agnes
whisked her mental dust-brush about that old
statute till it was clear reading to her. Then she
submitted it to Arnold. Ho said :
"My temperance treasure, you are right; for
temperance mat statute is a bonanza, ji ine vil
lage trustees make women eo-umnire with men
on the license issue, why I don't see any help for
Then the local Christian Temperance Union, of
which Agnes was President, united a host of good
niell and Wnmnn in nntltlmi n f lin t'tllnirn trllutnnu
to lot the people say whether saloons should be
licensed kept open by law besido their homes
"imiuujuiimuiui'u as pare 01 me peopic. xne
ii nu wi tils' jviiw T? a. nuiuvii n;v4
told the rest? On that Monday, from the parlor
ami uio wasn-tub, they gathered into early meet
ing for prayer then voted as they prayed. Nearly
every woman of the village was there, and none
vntoti tn fcppn thi iucr and the class whore they
would be handy for husband or lover.
The saloons went out oi power as mc women
went into power. There was joy in the cottage.
Tlmro woo nnhlfp. inhilntinn and nraise aloud
bestowed upon her name Agnes had saved the
town.
IIOH
THE BERNHARDT GUSH.
'TUCK'S" SOULFUL YOUNG MAN GIVES HIS SWEET
IMPRESSIONS.
I have seen Her.
A woman a fracrile. delicate woman, vibrant
with the impulse of genius utterly and su
premely vibrant.
When I nrst heard that sue was coming uere,
wept awhile. Then I went to my sister Ludovica
she who comprehends me best of all.
"Ludovica," I said, "She is coming."
I showed her the journal the paltry, vulgar
sheet immortalized and glorified by the mention
of Her name. I mean the name of baran uern
hardt. When I write her, I mean my sister.
When I write Jler, I mean Sarah Bernhardt. I
crown her with capitals. Would I could have
them gilt.
"Hyperion," sue replied, pressing tne sneei to
her bosom, "we have never lived until now."
"Ludovica," I said, "we have lived; but we
have not pulsated."
I rushed to my father. He does not comprehend
me. my father. His soul is strangely gross, con
sidering that he is my father. The sordid dross
which furnishes us with means of subsistence he
earned I blush to own it he earned in servile
trade. Pork. I think it was he traded in the life
less flesh of swine in some barbarian Western
town Cincinnati, meseems.
I told him ail. Heaven alone knows what it
cost me to express to him my desire in that com
monplace language which alone he understands.
When it was done, ne irowned. i Knew ne
would. He thought at once of Dross. His words,
low uniesthetic, still ring in my ears:
"Season ticket", sixty dollars, beven in family.
Seven"timos six is forty-two. Four hundred and
twenty dollars. It's powerful dear, Abe."
He alwavs calls me Abe. My first name is
Abraham. It is his. I do not recognize it. My
mother gave me the name of Hyperion. That
name symbolizes my soul. I call myself A.
Hyperion Gush. But my father has never passed
bevond the Abraham stage of culture. My whole
being quivers whenever he utters the hideous
word. But what can I do? I have not a mind
that can descend to low, material money-making.
I cannot free myself from his gold. I must suffer,
to subsist.
I told him that he need not go to see Her. He
could stay at home. That would reduce the paltry
sum. lie coarsely replied that four maidens and
a matron needed an escort.
"Am I not an escort?" I asked.
"No!" hesuid.
But he yielded. Ludovica wept, and he yielded.
The base preliminaries were accomplished I
know not how and the hunger of mv soul was
satisfied.
The supreme night drew near. The day dawned.
I rose pallid feverous thrilled. I went down
stairs. Breakfast was on the table. None of us
ate grossly, except my father. Ludovica was
garbed in sage-green. Ludovica's soul is like to
r r . T 1 ... l i
mine, isunsaime, my secoim sisicr, nns a soui,
but it expands more fully in ecclesiastical wise.
She said :
"I would not prostrate myself at Her altar, Hy
perion, were it not that She has a face strangely
and sweetly like St. Ermengarde's. I take it for
a symbol."
Joan is my third sister. She said :
"This woman has brought men to her feet. She
has asserted the supremacy of Woman. Therefore
I love Her."
Joan thrills for the supremacy of Woman. I do
not thrill for it; but it is beautiful. My youngest
sister is named Jane. It is a paltry name, and she
debases it by allowing herself to 6e called Jenny.
My father pronounces it Jinny. Jenny has very
little soul. She is almost devoid of soul. She said:
"If you are all going to be icsthetic and cry, I
had rather stay at home with papa."
I mention this only to show how little soul she
has. How coarse the words look, written.
When the evening came on, I felt divinely fee
ble. When Ludovica came to me in my atelia
for I follow in the divine footsteps of Jones
Burne-Jones I paint when Ludovica sought me
in the atelier, I swooned. Ludovica comprehends
my soul. She swooned with rile. "When we re
vived, I said :
"Ludovica, I fear this is too much."
"Hyperion," she said, "I fear it utterly is."
I ate no dinner. Jenny brought me up some
beef on a plate a china plate but I waved her
away. She said I would be ill if I took no nour
ishment. I felt that she was material, but richt.
I therefore read a poem of Rossetti's "The Love
Moon" and was strontrer.
When my father announced the hour for leaving
ine uuuBi', L emu 10 jjimovica:
"Ludovica, what if we pray to some sweet saint
to purny us lor this sublime delight?"
"Hyperion," she made answer, "it were well."
We prayed to Saint Ethclrida, and, supremely
strengthened, went out.
When we sat in the theater, my soul was
wrenched. In the first act of the play She did not
appear; but others did, and the irretrievably and
intolerably flippant audience about me made
comments on the players. They were holy tome
those nlavers. Thov had seen Ifor In ITnr il,,K.
life; they had even touched Her hand had looked
in Her eyes.
She came.
I think the base folk about me beat their hands
together and applauded. I was dumb. What
word or sound had I wherewith to fitly greet the
large and liberal beneficence of Her genius? With
what movement of hands or rhythmic-beating
feet, with what utterance of lips, could I hail Her
vital and various intelligence, Her depth and
uuiurui leeiuig, nvi luiuuigut inspiration
And in what words, or combination of words.
shall I describe the unfolding of Her supreme in
comparable perfection? Low and blunderingly
presumptuous critics have dared, in their In
famous and unspeakable insolence, to qualify tho
wholly sweet and sad matchlcssncss of Her tri
umph.
What of that?
Has Sho not a pungent nnd fiery fidelity to
artispo truth, a stainless pathos v.
And is it to be received as a coiuincent or con
coivable possibility that thete last offspring of ig
norance, in unholy alliance with Dreludice. are to
be allowed to eit in judgment on this supremest
evolution of the triumphantly perfect femininity
of the nineteenth century? My soul sickens at
tne tnougnt.
Yet there were beings who blasphemed. Mv
father said :
"I have seen Rachel and I have seen Bernhardt.
Give me Rachel."
And when I said some poor words of witnps to
Her incomparable excellence, my sister Jennv
said that I did not know what I was talking
about. I think thnt for one unworthy minute my
sister's mind dwelt on the fact that she understood
French and I did not.
I can write no more. A swoonincful beatitude-
takes possession of me. I think of Her, and I am
utterly and uncharacterizably gone.
lours lamtrully,
A. Hyperion Gusir.
P. S. I must add to this some brief tribute to
the grandeur of the only man who has fitly wor
shiped Her in the vulgar newspapers Jehan
Soudan.
Such divine abnegation of manhood and reason
such utter falling at the feet such supreme servi
tude of abasement, I have never yet seen. Would
I could prostrate myself with him. And how
choicely and spiritually sweet in him to spell
Jean Jehan. A. H. G.
A TOUCHING STORY.
A rare example of constancy, courajre and de
votion combined has just been furnished by a
brave young peasant woman, born and bred in a
remote hamlet of the osges. Marie Hagart, this
heroine in humble life, bade adieu to her liusband
some months since, and saw him start for the
great city of Paris in the hope of obtaining em
ployment there, uut almost upon his arrival m
the capital he fell ill, and, being without either
funds or friends, was taken to the Hospital do la
Pitie. The news of his illness reached the hamlet
where his wife lived, in the course of time, and the
latter, listening only to the promptings of her
heart, determined to join her sick husband atonce.
She was utterly destitute. To travel by rail was
therefore out of the question; so she started on
foot with a baby in her arms, just two franes in
her pocket, and a journey of one hundred and
three leagues before her. Braving hardships of
every description, sleeping by the roadside or in
the fields, and living on what scraps of food she
could obtain on the way, she passed onward, noth
ing daunted, for the city where her liusband lay
sick. She had lost her way several times, her
clothing was in rags, her shoes were gone, but her
courage remained undiminished, until a few even
ings ago, when, footsore and weary, she found
herself at Cliaretin, when she sank down in tho
streets overcome by her sufferings, exhausted
from want of food, and exclaimed, faintly, "Jbn
Dicu! I can go no further." Mother and child
were convej'ed to the police station, revivedr
warmed and tended, after which the poor woman,
related in a few words her touching story, seem
ingly astonished that those who listened to her
should express admiration for her conduct.
Kindly persons offered the young woman the as
sistance and shelter her forlorn position required,
but her absorbing thought was to obtain news of
the man for whom she had traveled so far. The
Police Commissioner undertook to satisfy her on
the point, and a few hours later she learned that
lie whom she had walked so many leagues to see
had expired in the hospital ward twentv-four hours
before her arrival. London Evening Standard.
The Human Ear. Imagine two harps in a
room, with the same number of strings, and each
string perfectly attuned to a corresponding one in
tho other. Touch a string in one, and the corre
spondingstring in the otherwill give out the same
sound. Try another string, and its corresponding
tone will be sounded. So with all the strings. It
would not matter how you played the one harp .
the other would respond. No doubt the response
would be weaker; that is what one would expect;
but the response, as regards pitch and quality,,
would be almost perfect. Now substitute for one
harp a human ear, and the conditions would, ac
cording to theory, be the same, except that the
responsive mechanism of the ear is much smaller
than that of the responsive harp. In the ear
there are minute chords, rods or something, in
such a state of tension as to be tuned to tones of
various pitch ; sound a tone, its corresponding rod
or chord in the ear will resound, perhaps feebly,
but still with energy sufficient to excite tho
nerve-filament connected with it; the result is a.
nervous current to the brain, and a sensation of a
tone of a particular pitch. Good Words.
Fears she will be Eaten. There is living
at the house of Captain Means a girl about nine
years of age, whose history is remarkable. An
American vessel called at a small island in the
Pacific ocean to procure water. The island was
inhabited by cannibals. They brought this little
girl to sell for the Captain's dinner, offering to
prepare her for cooking if he would buy. The
Captain bought her, and, afterward meeting Cap
tain Means, gave her to him. She still believes
she will be killed and eaten, and when strangers
enter the house she clings to Mrs. Means and bogs
protection of her. Millhridge Journal.
"The Softest Thing." A Galveston man met
a gentleman from Northern Toxas and asked how
a certain mutual friend was coming on.
"ne is doing very well," was the reply.
"What businoss Is he at?"
"He has got the softest thing in the world.
He bought a lot of Mexican donkeys at San Anto
nio for S.1 apiece, and clears $27 a head on them."
"Do they bring such high prices?"
"No; buthe lets the railroad trains run over
them, and the company has to pay him $30 apiece
for them."
1 1 1 1
A story comes all tho way from Atkinson, Kan.,
to explain why Clara Louise Kellogg has never
married. In her school days she fell in lovo with
a poor boy, and they exchanged vows of con
stancy. She went on the stage and made a for
tune. He declared that he would not become her
husband until his wealth equaled hers; and it
has never done so, though ho has struggled hard
to increase it to the required amount
"Emma R." asks the Springfield (O.) Tribune
this question : "Do you think it right for a girl
to sit on a young man's lap, even if she is engaged
to him?" Whereupon tho editor gets off a very
extraordinary lie : "We have had no exporionco
in the matter referred to." Why didn't ho sny:
"If it was our girl and our lap, yes; if it was an
other fellow's girl and our lap, yes; but if itwns
our girl and another fellow's lap, never." Ex.