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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, JULY 21, 1882.
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AX ANHASTK Off ISEKTUOVEN.
Old Scl.miit, with violin case under
his weather-stained cloak, came out of
the theater after a matinee performance.
It was raining a sleety December rain;
the street looked dark after the bvilliaut
lights within; there was nu unusual
throne of ptoile and din of wheels.
Sehniitt felt a strange bewilderment,
was all so dream-like; he seemed to
moving amonsr phantoms. Truly,
thought, thesv theater
'enough to drive one mad sooner or later
and maybe his time had come. Hero at
the corner he rymes upon a poor old
beggar who would seem to choose such
days as this for scraping his wretched
fiddle in the open air. Half frozen drops
fall on the frozen locks, on the purple,
trembling hands. It is a pitiful sight,
which sends a sudden chill to the blood
of the fur-robed passer-by, and Sehmitt
sees him with a start of affright. Why
should it strike him as a prophetic vis
ion, a mockiug picture of himself? He
puts his hand to his head, trying to rub
away so distressing a laney, turows a
few pennies down, and lumies on to
get out of the sound of the shrieking
He climbs two flights of stairs, and is
at his own door. Little Porrette greets
her grandfather with a kiss.
"Ah.Dorette! thou art a famous house
wife for a seven years maiden. But hast
thou learned thy lesson, tot):" glancing at
the little piano in the corner.
"Indeed I have, grandfather; and
when we have had supper I will play it
for thee;" said Dorette, as she went to
lay the cloth.
By the fireside the old man fell into a
re very. In his ears still rang the galops
and medleys of the theater, but his
thoughts were away with tho grand
orchestra in which he played before his
fingers had lost their cunuing. He had
been one of the original members of the
orchestra in the primitive days of mu
sical enterprise, had pp.cririced not a
little to its advancement, if sacrifice it
could be called. The years went on;
the band grew in numbers, in skill;
young members came in, new music was
added to the repertory erratic compo
sitions sort) of them, Sehmitt thought,
thought he tried to do his duty by them,
It happened at last that he who had en
tered in his prime, who had so long held
the place of "chef d'attaque," found
himself with his gray hairs and his un
certain fingers some seats removed, a boy
playing in the seats' before him. Then
came a time of changes in the orchestra,
and when all moved smoothly along old
Sehmitt had been left out. And this was
the end of it all.
A fair vision passed before him his
handsome Carl, his gifted- son the father
of little Dorette he who had died so
young. Carl would have been like a
king- come to his kingdom, and his old
father would not sit to-night dishonored
and forgotten. Then, again, that sym
phony of his own for he had one, as so
many of the others had, whether or not
they confessed it--it had been lying a
long time. No doubt but it was alto
gether old-fashioned, quite after the
style of Mozart. Should he really never
hear it with mortal ears?
Suddenly to-night, as he sat in bitter
ness of spirit, the injustice of fate and
the ingratitude of men racking his soul,
a terrible figure arose before him grim
want with bony finger threateningly
lifted. Dorette glancing around at that
moment saw a look on the beloved face
she had never seen there before a
look of pain, but more of terrible resolu
tion. The scanty supper was eaten in
silence; the old man was absorbed, and
the child felt a new, aa oppressive scene
of a we.
There is a knock at the door, and the
grocer's wife from below comes in bear
ing a small tray. Her face glows with
health and good humor, and she is incon
solable that her neighbor can taste
neither cakes nor ale.
"You are very kind, Fnu Diefen
bach," said he; "they will serve another
time. I am going to take Dorette out
to-night, and would you help her a little
to dress herself comfortably?"
"Bight heartily, and she shall wear
my Lina's warm cloak; it is a bad night
to" be out of doors, Herr Sehmitt."
But it is Dot far. They stop a mo
ment at the corner where the great red
and yellow bottles glow so prettily, and
Sehmitt asks for a phial of laudanum. It
was for the toothache, he said, but with
a thrill of shame in his honest heart.
A few steps farther on, and they enter
a great building already besieged by
people and carriages. The musicians are
tuning their instruments a chaos of
sounds from which heavenly order shall
soon be evolved.
Yes, he would hear it again this or
chestra that had been the pride of his
youth and his age; once more, and then
even now a great wave of harmony
rolls forth bearing the soul upward.
"Look, Dorette," he whispered during
a jause, "thou seest the men sitting first
at the leader's left? There sat thy grand
father for nearly thirty years. And the
leader at his desk? My Carl would stand
in that place to-night if God had spared
him to his old father. And hearken well
to the music, Doi-ette. The memory of
this night is all I can leave thee. There
fore have I brought thee."
The prima donna came forth. She
sang her brilliant airs, and long raged
the tempest of applause.
"Thus Fate knocks at the door.' The
sympohny began. The violas and 'cellos
in turn took np their melody and the
beautiful andante moved on. "Art is
eternal," it said; "serve, follow, trust
her; she will not fail tlee in the hour of
The old man's head sank low; great
drops ran slowly down his cheeks.
Only the student on the left, looking np
a moment from his score noticed how
Moblc'n v lden tongue
Flattered 'to ers a! ioei and poor "
Then little Dorette raised her large
eyes wouderingly to his face, for a drop
had fallen on her small bare had, smilet
pitifully and wept too.
They came home through driving
snow. The old man shivered in his thin
garments, but Dorette truged blithely on
in the warm cloak of her neighbor. A
fire still glowed in the grate and the old
cat purred a welcome. For some time
they sat in silence gazing at the red coals,
Dorette with a look half of trouble half
"Well, Dorette, art thou, thinking of
the ladv who saner so wonderfully? Some
day, of course, thou wilt sing like her!"
"Rather would I sit in thy old place,
grandfather, and help to make the beau
"Bather than be the famous prima
donna, who frot as much money for a
song or two as half the great orchestra
"I care not; I would; play in the or
chestra. To-morrow, dear grandfather,
I will begin the violin."
The child's eyes glowed in the fire
light, and she looked earnestly up to the
old man's face.
"Thou art like my Carl, Dorette. Oh,
my child! if thy father had but lived!"
"I will practice so much grandfather.
I will do what my father would have
"But thou art a girl, Dorette thou
art but a girl. God help thee when I
"When thou art gone, grandfather?"
with a look of alarm.
"When I am gone!"
"Art thou going far, and soon?" And
wilt thou be long away?"
"Very far it may be soon and I
shall be long away."
"Oh, grandfather, do not leave me! It
It is true; I am only a girl; but I will
be so good to thee. " A girl can get thy
supper and mend thy coat and love thee.
Everything I will do for thee, only so
thou wilt not leave me!" ;
"Hush, Dorette, my child; thou art
indeed good to me. Ail will be well,
But it is late. Kiss thine old grand
father, i 'meiue leibchen,' and sleep
Dorette slept in her bed; the fire
burned low; the old man still sat by the
hearth, dark shadows gathering about
him. ' Occe he took the phial from his
pocket and gazed at it a long time. Then
he arose, and unlocking a de'sk in a cor
ner brought out a thick manuscript. He
leaned it toward the grate, drew back,
then suddenly threw it upon the coals.
The waning fire caught the paper
eagerly. The flames of the funeral pyre
leaped high, and up the chimney in
smoke and cinders fled the nream of life
time, perhaps to some blessed region of
compensation, where untried harmonies
shall have a hearing.
He took up his violin, a few wild and
dissonant strokes and he passed into the
theme of the andante. ; It sounds like
the farewell to all one loved or hoped
for. Now he buries his face in his hands
now he looks wistfully toward the little
sleeper, now he begins anew the sad,
persistent theme. Again and again he
repeats passage, phrase, measure. It is
like a psalm of David to the sound of the
player, a majestic peace glows upon his
worn face and transfigures it.
"Sleep, my little one," said he at last;
"thy grandfather will not forsake thee.
He will await God's time." And he
emptied the vial upon the ashes.
The fire went out; the old cat crept
closer to her master's feet. Outside the
shutters creaked, and the wind moaned
with strange, varying cadence; above it
rose the sound of the violin as the old
man played on. Dorette, in her dreams,
still sits in the lofty gallery, the gorge
ous lights between her eyes and the
heavenly music sounding.
The bitter night had waned; the wind
was still; the snow lay deep in the city's
streets. That morning ; at the theater
the spruce young conductor was out of
all patience because old Sehmitt, first
violin, was not on time at rehearsal. He
had a talk with the manager, and it was
decided to drop Sehmitt.
But where was he? The sun shone
brightly into the little upper chamber.
In her cot Dorette still slept the rosy
sleep of the wearied child. In his chair,
with violin against his breast, the old
man slept the sleep of the weary soul.
Thus Frau Diefenuach found them when
she came up that morning on friendly
Old Sehmitt had got his last dismissal.
The HhaKman's Funeral.
At a time when the Nantucket whaling
trade was at its zenith a sperm whaler
from that port, in the Pacific had the
misfortune to lose the black cook. Now,
while this important functionary lay on
the plank, in the gangway, shrouded in
his canvas cover, sewed ; up by the sail
maker ready for burial, and all the ship's
company were mustered around the -rude
bier, save the lookout men aloft (for the
skipper had an eye to business) the cap
tain engaged with ail due gravity read
ing the burial service, ; the ship's bell
solemnly tolling, and the air filled with
the solemnity of the moment, a loft's
'man suddenly discovered the spout of a
whale, and sang out lustilv: "T h-e-r-e
she blows!" Before. the lookout had
time to repeat the ever welcome words,
the now exciled skipper dropped his
book, seized his glass, and jumped into
the rigging bound aloft at a fifteen-knot
rate. His glass soon proved the truth
of the lookout's cry, and from his loftj'
perch the skipper bellowed out as only
a sailor can:
' Knock off the tolling of that bell!"
"Clear away the boat!"
" Heave that nigger overboard!"
and tif y hove him.
Oue Way or Love.
She was a clerk in the treasury at
Washington on a salary of nine hundred
dollars a year; he was in the postoffice
enjoying the privileges afforded by an
income of twelve hundred. Onoe in a
while there was a holiday, when they
would take the boat down to Mount Ver
non, if it wus warm, and spread their
luncheon in jthe shade of its historic
trees and patronize nature as successful
ly as if they were nabobs. Sometimes
they had tickets given them for a comedy
or tragedy, when they laughed or cried
with the discernment of millionaires and
the old families. On Sunday mornings
they saner in a choir and walked out to
Long Bridge later in the day, or strolled
in the Capitol grounds and surprised the
first violet in its hidiner place. Helen s
landlady told every new boarder that Mr.
Van Vleck "was eroins with" Miss Hil-
dreth, but Miss Helen always protested
that he was merely a friend, that thay
were neighbors at home and had gone to
school toerether when they were in their
pinafores; and the landlady always
sniffed when she remarked, "If he's noth-
ing but a friend I should think there d
be a secession of his love-making sooner
One day when they were rambling
about Mount Vernon together Helen fell
into a romantic vein. "Suppose this is
mv country seat, said she. "and I have
urnished it in the Queen Anne stvle, and
I'm entertaining the creme de la creme,
ust as they do in novels
"A sort of Lady Gerakune and 1 am
the poor poet, feh?"
"All but the poetry," mocked Helen.
"JNow suppose this is in my manor
house." sussrested Theodore, "furnished
in the renaissance, let us say I'm mak
ing great demands on your imagination
and I'm entertaining all the swells.
I've lnred you here on the pretext of
looking for al four-leafed clover, but
really to ask
you if you will share my
with me; what should you
put my lessons
use and then jump
"And if I should ask instead,
" 'Come, thare my cotiae, gentle maid?' "
"Don't!" cried Helen.
He looked at her a little blankly.
"You don't mean that you care so lit
tle for me?"
"I don't mean anything. Don't let us
talk about marrying and giving in mar
riage; we are happy enough as we are."
"But if I don't marry you some other
"Nonsense; penniless girls are a drug
in the market. I've seen miserv
enough from marrying on a small salary;
I ve seen people living in two rooms on
'water and a crust,' so to speak, doing
their own work,with no pleasures and no
society, and no hope of amendment;
peojde who thought love would tide
them over all the quicksands and pres
ently the hallucination wore off, but the
quicksands remained; reproaches set in;
she grew bitter and unlovely, and he
morose and neglectful"
"Theu vou think love an hallucina
"I think marriage is a mistake on
twelve hundred a year. If I became
dowdy and hadn't time to cultivate a
taste for esthetics or whatever was the
fashionable craze, and grew jaded and
spiritless with the uncongenial task of
washing pots land kettles and stewing
over a range, and it nobody turned to
look after me as I passed, one day you
would hnd yourself disenchanted. Then,
supposing the new administration should
push you out of office, even for a month,
or you should fall ill? No, we are happy
enough just as we are; don't let us dis
cuss marriage; let us wait, like Mr.
Micawber, till something turns up."
And so Van Vleck waited. Perhaps
he was disappointed in Helen's views,
but he refused to confess it even to him
self; all women felt so, he supposed.
cared more for J shadow than substance,
or mistook the one for the other: it was
their poetic temperament which made
poverty hateful to them and sjilendor
their natural atmosphere, and he applied
himself more diligently than ever to his
idea, working far into the night at times.
"lou were not at the President s last
evening, one of his fellow clerks said to
him later. I
"I? No; I should think not."
"But Miss Hind re th was there; she
and Mr. Sterling, M. C, were hand in
glove. I heard him ask her to go and
hear "Lohengrin" to-morrow night."
"Mr. Sterling is in luck, was all' Van
Vleck ventured to say; he did not choose
to carry his heart on his sleeve for every
clerk to peck1 at. If Mr. Sterling was
fascinated by Helen, it surely was no
fault of hers; many a man had been be
witched by her before the elderly con
gressman, only Theodore forgot that
they had all been needy suitors and as
for Helen, he felt as sure of her as of
seed time and harvest.
But on one ioccasion he left his work
early and hastened to see her; a cloud of
ugly rumors had assailed him and inter
fered with his tasks; she could brush all
the cobwebs out of his heaven. He met
her coming down the staircase in a white
evening dress, with flowers in her hand
- costly exotics, such as wealthy lovers
send their sweethearts, such as be had
never dared to buy.
"Where did they come from?" he de
manded. "They grew, I 'spects like Topsy,"
answered Helen, laughing uneasily.
"Where did you get them, Helen?"
"You are inquisitive, Mr. Van Vleck.
Thev weie sent me."
"By Mr. Sterling?"
"You do credit to your nationality;
you're a capital Yankee. Yes, by Mr.
Sterling, of course."
"Helen," he cried, beneath his breath
"Helen, are you going to marry Mr.
"I I believe I am," she said.dropping
Theodore never knew exactly how he
found his way out of the house: ho was
vaguely aware of brushing against a
stout erentleman in a fur-trimmed ulster,
as he shoe into the street; of a stately
carriage and pair standing at the door,
and a dark -browed lady leaning out to
look after him. I .
The next day he resigned his position
in the postoffice, drew his savings from
the bank and left Washington. It were
well, indeed, perhaps, if he could put
deserts and seas and mountains between
Helen and himself. -It seemed to him as
if, the earth had reeled from its orbit, and
i required time for him to readjust him
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self to the situation. - His idea was 'all
that was left to him ; he put into it all
his earnings; he devoted heart and soul
to its development, and he finally forgot
himself and Helen Hildreth iu his work
and its success.
It was seven or eight years later that
they met, odly enough, on the Mount
Vernon boa!;. Her vivacity was no longer
the snontaneous efferveseence of vouth
anj hope; she was a trifle "passee," per-
"Wealth and splendor have notproved
all her fancy painted them," he thought,
as their eyes met. "Mr. Van Vleck,"
she cried) "who would have thought of
meeting you here!" Was the pleasure
which brightened her eyes and deepened
her somewhat exaggerated dimples a
reminisceue of her power, or was Mrs.
Sterling a married flirt, he wondered.
' she purred.
often, to be
have not been silent
and your great invention.
felt an ownership in that
you know? I felt as if I were behind the
scenes, let into the secret before tne rest
of the outside world, when it was only a
dream. I've resented every infringe
"I am flattered that you remember
my small affairs," said Theodore, some
"Beniember, she repeated, with a lin
gering accent, "I have nothing else to
"I come down here sometimes," she
pursued, after a brief pause, "when we
have a holiday, for the sake of 'auld
lang syne' and try to believe I am seven
years younger and the world before me
where to choose. 1 like to come when
the peach trees are in bloom, as they
were that day when we 'built our castles
iu the air. Mine have crumbled into
'Mrs. Sterling, I am sorry to hear you
She stared at him an instant, blsubed
and drooped her eyes in the old effective
way. "Haven t you heard, 1 didn t
marry Mr. Sterling?"
Perhaps she expected Theodore to
beam with sudden happiness and Re
hearse the old story she had refused to
he"ar once before.
"You left no address, you know," de
fending herself from the reproaches she
anticipated. "Mr. Sterling died before
the wedding day was set. I thought
you would see it in the newspapers. I
am a treasury girl, yet, Theodore. Do
you know that I sometimes wish that I
had never seen Mr. Sterling t
Only the fates know what VanVleck
would have answered, but just at that
moment a bit of "crepe lisse" floated
into their neighborhood, and a voice
like a summer brook cried, "Oh, my
veil, Theodore!" Theodore put out a
a hand, but it eluded him; Helen made
a quick movement and caught it on the
"Let me introduce you to Mrs. V an
Vleck, Miss Hildreth," he said. "She
wovld like to thank you."f Our Conti
Victor Hugo's Fall!.
The aged Victor Hugo, the revered
poet of France, now past fourscore,
knows nothing of the joyless faith of
Ingersoll and Bradlaugh as they look
beyond death. His own words give but
expression to his sense of immortality.
I feel in myself the future life. I am
like a forest which has been more than
once cut down. .The new shoots are
stronger and livelier than ever. I am
rising," I know, toward the sky. The
sunshine is on my head. The earth
gives me its generous sap, bu,t heaven
lights me with the r flextion of unknown
You say the soul is nothing but the
resultant of bodily powers- Why then
is my soul the more lumin&us when my
bodily powers begin to fail? Winter is
on my head and eternal spring is in my
heart. Then 1 breathe, at this hour, the
fragrance of the lilacs, the violets and
the roses as at twenty years.
The nearer I approach the end the
plainer I hear around me the
les of the worlds which invite me. It is
marvellous yet simple. It is a fairy tale
and it is a history. For half a century I
have been writing my thoughts in prose,
verse, history, philosophy, drama, ro
mance, tradition, satire, ode, song I
have tried all. But I feel that I have
not said the thousandth part of what is
When I go down to the grave I can
sav. like so many others, "I have finished
my day's work;" but I cannot say
have finished my life." My day's work
will begin again next morning. The
tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thor
oughfare. It closes in the twilight to
open with the dawn.
I improve every hour because I love
this world as my fatherland. My work
is only a beginning. My monumentli
hardly above its foundation. 1 would
be glad to see it mounting and mounting
forever. The thirst for the infinite proves
What jeweler was
it that made the
A Peculiar St ct.
A lawsuit, which was begun in Pitts
burg, Pa., last Saturday, will bring be
J fre courts for the first time the
affairs of a peculiar sect known as the
I Tr ri v a -II
Harmonists, who dwell together in the
township of .Economy, in Beaver county,
seventeen miles north of Pittsburg. "The
suit was brought by Ehas Spiedel, an
old man, against Jacob Henrici and
Jonathan Lantz, successors to George
Rapp, as trustee of ths Harmony Colony
funds, for an accounting of the money
in their possession, and for the recovery
of his share of the money as the heir of
Matties Spiedel, one of the original
colonists. The light of history,as it falls
upon Rapp, reveals a grimly pictnresqne
figure. lie appears to have been an
enthusiast, but he was withal shrewd
and covetous. He first learned his own
power to govern his fellow-men, when,
toward the close of the eighteenth cen
tury, he began to preach the gospel in
the city of Wurtemburg, Bavaria. A
large congregation gathered around him
and Itapp became so notorious that the
priests feared him, and the government
frowned upon him. He claimed to have
received a revelation, and asserted that
his mission was to purify the church and
re-establish the simple worsnip of the
early Christians. He exacted of his fol
lowers a most rigid simplicity in their
moae oi living, ana he discarded every
approach to ritualistic form in his
In 1803, priestly opposition having be
come too strong, liapp and his faithful
subjects fled to the new laud of liberty
and established the village of Harmony,
Butler county, Pa. Here they remained
for twelve years, during eight of which
the law of celibacy, promulgated by
Rapp in 187, was enforced. The chil
dren in the colony at that time became
the wards of Rapp and knew no parents.
The dictator, for be was nothing less
among his people, held all the money
originally owned among the colonists,
and took all that they earned in farming
and manufacturing. The money was
profitably invested, and the colony rap
idly became wealthy. In 1815 the Har
monists removed to Indiana, and in 1821
they returned to Pennsylvania and es
tablished the town of Economy. Rapp
died in 1847. The population of the
colony to-day is, perhaps, 1500.
The law against marriage has
from time to time caused trouble, and in
1802, 200 colonists seceded on that ac
count. Elias Spedel, however, had
married and escaped from bondage long
before. He was brought to this country
an infant, and grew up under the austere
influence of Itapp; but he fell in love,
nevertheless, and married his sweet
heart. ' He is now living in Louisville,
Ky., and he. demands of the trustees
S2000, which" his father deposited with
Rapp, together with the interest from
the year 1800. The trust fund of the
Hai monists is said to be more than 8,
000,000. As Speidel is a man more than
80 years of age, and without means, and
as his individual claim does not amount
to $14,000, it is probable that he is not
alone in his proceeding against the trus
tees, and tjiat this particular suit is a
test case, which, if successfully 'prose
cuted, will be followed by further de
mands for a division of the Harmony
millions. fN. Y. Times.
Guiseppe Garibaldi was born at Nice
on July 22, 1807. In early life he de
veloped a tate for nautical adventure
and made frequent voyages to Odessi
and Rome. In 1832 he became impli-
sated with Mazzini m a conspiracy
aerainst the kiner of Sardinia, and was
forced to leave his home. Only two
years later he was condemned to death
for complicity in similar conspiracy. I
Lscaping to 1 ranee, he sailed for Africa
and offered his services to the Bey of
Tunis. In 1830 he crossed the Atlantic,
and for several years fought gallantly for
the Republic of Rio Grande in its war
against Brazil, was taken prisoner and
experienced a variety of exciting adven
tures. Returning to Rome in 1848, he
was enthusiastically received, and took
such an active part in the defense of that
city against the French, that when the
latter proved victorious he was forced to
flee for his life. Coming to the United
States, he became a successful manufac
turer of ,'soap fand candles on Staten
After flying trips to Peru and Eng-
land. Garibaldi settled down as a farmer
on the istandof Caprera. A pas coral life
naturally proved irksome to his adven
turous spirit, and the Crimean war hav
ing broken out, he organized a band of
17,000 Alpine chasseurs, whom he led in
several of the great battles of that war.
In I860 he landed at Marsala,- captured
Palermo, and proceeding through Italy,
Naples. Salr.ting Victor Emanuel as
King of Italy, he continued his victori
ous course and compelled Capua and
Gaeta to surrender. Then becoming
disgusted with the Sardinian subalterns
of the King, he returned to Caprera. In
1862 ho issued a revolutionary addres to
the Hungarians and joined a small force
of volunteers at Ticnzza. The insur
gents were pursued by a strong body of
royal troops,brought to bay on the table
land at Aspromonte and forced to sur
render after Garibaldi had received a
rifle ball in the ankle. He was pardoned
and again went back to Caprera. Im
1864 he visited England and was treated
with distinguished honors.
Garibaldi was engaged in the cam
paign against Austria in 1866, and in the
following year organized an invasion of
the States of the Church. He was ar
rested and sent to Caprera, where he was
guarded by a man of war. Notwith
standing this, he escaped,' assumed coa
mand of the Insurgents, and defeated
the Pontifical troops at Monte Rotondo. I
A few days later he was defeated, "placed
under arrest and imprisoned in the fort
ress of Varignamo, Claiming to be .jan t , ,
American citizen, he , was released .'and
voluntarily returned to his island home,
where he could not e made ' to stay
against his will. - "
On the establishment of the- French
Republic in, 1870, Garibaldi went)(to
France and was made commander of the
irregular forces on the Vosges. In Fb-
ruary, 1871, he was elected as Deputy to .
the National Assembly, but resigned on
the first meeting of that body; 'stating ,:
that he "loved the republic,, but hated
the priesthood." lie also relinquished . ...
his army command, and once more be
came a citizen of Caprera.'-In 1874 he re'-'
fused a gift of money voted, him-, bv-
France, although he accepted other do
nations from his admirers. Garibaldi
took a seat in the Italian Parliament in
1875, and the next year was presented
with 100,000 lire by the Government.
After living in retirement for tome
time, occupying his time in devising
industrial and engineering plans for the
improvement of France and Italy, all of
which came to naught, Garibaldi again
grew restless on his island and sailed for
Rome, where he arrived on April 7, 1879.
He was received with great enthusiasm
by the populace and was honored by a
visit from King Humbert. His avowed
object in coming to Italy was to try the
enect oi the mineral springs near Civita
Vecchia in alleviating the pains of the
gout with which he tras afflicted. That
his real motive was far different his ac
tions proved. On April 14th. one week
after his arrival in "the Holy Citv. he
published j a vigorous letter, declaring"
that universal suffrage was the only
basis of reform, and that even the pres
ence of the clericals in parliament would
oo desirable if they would dispel the lan
guor which rendered that body
impotent. ' On April the 24th a
subscription was opened by Gari
baldi to purchase 1.000.000 rifles with
which to arm the nation for a war with
Austria. His efforts to provoke a war.
however, were unsuccessful, and after
applying for a divorce from Madame
itaimondi, his second wife, he retired to
Caprera in an unhappy frame of mind.
Soon afterward he contracted a civil mar
riage with Madame r rancesca, and
recognized two of his children. Manlio
Garibaldi last came into public notioe
on May 28, 1880, when he published a
violent letter in "La Capitale" of Rome.
recommending the disbandment of the
army, containing a bitter attack on the
priesthood and advising the people to
kiss prominent members of the Right on
their departure from the Chamber of
Deputies. The paper containing this
letter was seized by the police. Since
then the health of Garibaldi has been
gradually failing, though his death is
attributed to an attack of bronchitis.
fctoiy of a Broken Lire.
After the late A. T. Stewart had re
ceived a start in this country, he return
ed to Ireland to settle the estate of an
uncle who had died and left him quite
an inheritance. While there he renewed
hi3 acquaintance with a family named
Morrow and spent the crreater part of
one winter at their house. One. of the
members of the family was a Miss Abbv,
a fresh faced, bright eyed Irish las, of
some eighteen yeare. Thrown con
stantly in her society, Stewart fell a. vic
tim to the young lady s manifold charms.
and was soon an accented suitor. In
the spring,1 the young man having sold
out his interest in the. elder Stewart's
property, began to prepare for his re
turn to America, and suggested that the
family of his betrothed accompany him.
After due solicitation on his part, and
with great reluctance on theirs, thev
finally consented to emigrate, and, com
mg to this country, settled in what was
then a small village, but is now the'
city of I Cleveland. Stewart and
Miss Abby corresponded for a
year or more, and Stewart visited her in
her distant, home. Upon his returning to
New York,jhis letters grew infrequent
and ultimately ceased. Shortly after.
Miss Morrow received tidings of Stew
art's marriage. The news prostrated her
completely, fcnd after her recovery from
the illness which ensued, she was en
tirely changed. Before that time she had
been light-hearted and cheerful. After
ward she was. never known to speak
above an ordinary tone, and smiled only
on rare occasions. The roses perma-
nently left her cheeks, and she becamo
prematurely aged. Her mother died the
year following Abbie's sickness, and for ,
thirty veurs she kept house for ber two
brothers. In the early years she did not
lack for suitors, for attractive girls were
even fewer; in proportion in those da vs
than now. j None of them succeeded in
awaking any responsive emotion in ber
breast, and in 1856 she died, and with
her griefs and blighted affections, was
laid away in a grave dug by her brothers
in front of their cottage door. Two years
after his marriage A. T. Stewart sent to
his former! affianced a silk dress pattern.
with the attendant trimmings. Eeach fol- .
lowing year till the time of her death,
Miss Morrow received a similar offering
from her faithless and possibly remorse
ful lover, i All the presents she received
without remark, and all were carefully
laid away and never worn." After his
marriage Miss Morrow was never Itnown
to refer to Stewart in any manner, and
after her death her brothers rarely spoke
of the man who broke their sieter a heart,
Cleveland Leader. - - i
Says the Chicago Inter-Ocean: '.'The
marriage oi a young man aged twenty-
five to a winsome lassie of fifty indicates
that lestheticism is to encroach upon the
marital state, the passion for antiques'
quenching the common weakness of
the lady possesses some property.'