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About Washington County hatchet. (Forest Grove, Or.) 1895-1896 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1896)
W A S H IN G T O N A/A* — rrW lQ iT a r A M C fO C A M M I N A M O C 4 A T IO M . I M 4 “ Don’ t ax me, chile. 1 ain't p>t time ter bodder fin'in <mt who all be look lik To* go on back an retain him dar in <!♦* parlor room. S e e r in in ’bunt ds ciuaner. I lav he be too bosr lookiu at y o ’ in dat dar white frock, w id dem roam in yo* belt an yo* ha’r, to know wbedder be'-» er ewalienn fried chicken er an nu^. ’ Hiilii» 1 (loo j>ut on all B<rts er thin'c, an that (Lit foul Soaecain tspLIe om if the try, ’ * Dare’s fa«* grew n rie r than ever, but •be «aid, with an attempt at dignity: •‘ Yon mustn't uay noth things, mammy. Ycm know very well that 1— char he— oh, pshaw, 1 forget. 1 came to a-k yon to open the pre** and see if grandfather had any arnica. ” “ Fin out ter yo’ nelf. ” mammy »aid majestically. flinging wide the d<»rs of a tall secretary, black with age. “ Yo* kin read de name «»a dem dar doctor > truck, bat e f «lot ilar Mr. Hayw'jod t 'ink he know better'll 1 does wlist good fer er sprained wris*. why, jea’ let *im long ’boat fi.iu hit. I ain’t po* ter doc tor ’ ini, God knows!” ‘ Yea, yon an*, man my. Yon know you dote on sick people, but thi- i** my doing. His arm pain» him dreadfully. 1 know it by the w hiten«««of his hi*«, and I read the other day ------ “ Oh, yea. yo ’ ‘read!’ Much dem news paper* know» ’bout hinted folk». G oon erway, chile. Nebber tewl no good come yit oaten foolin wid doctor** truck. Des Boon as dinner's ober 1 gwine make ’ im er tansy sweat fer dat arm. “ No. this will d o ,’ ’ Dare said, run ning off with a tall ls>ttle. Mammy looked after her anxiously, «hook h«-r head and went on laying the table for two, stopping now and again to give a groaning sigh and mutter r-oinetking that sounded like “ rack an ruin.’ * I f her eyes* could have pierced wall.«, she would have been even more rueful. In the parlor acro*ss the hall young Hay w ood lay at length upon the old fashion* ed sofa, his drawn. **-t face alone pro claim ing what he suffered. Dare knelt at his side, carefully unbinding the braised and swollen arm. at sight of which she gave a little involuntary cry. “ Let me bathe it, ” she said, fetching a basin o f fresh water. A minute later ease seemed to trickle from her slim, •oft fingers. The stranger looked at h«*r with grateful eyes, saying: “ How deli cious! If it could but last, I wouid go straight to sleep." “ Try*to,” said Dare. “ It is the b«*t thing that could puaribly happen to you, ’ ’ as she spoke propping hi* elbow with a pillow and supporting the hnrt arm with her hand H« t touch brought a quick light into the young fellow ’ s •yen. He looked straight at her and said: “ W ould you really stay there on your kn«*s a whole JO minutes for me?** The girl put down the hand she held very gently, got to her feet and said, with dropped eyes: “ I would do it for “ Let me Imthe ft,” the mid. anybody who was suffering, but no doubt I had better bind your arm in arnica and leave yon alone until dinner is ready. Maybe yon w ill catch a nap anyway. ’ * Young Haywood sat instantly upright, saying anxiously, “ Indeed, Miss Over- ton, 1 hope I have not offended you?’ ’ Dare shook her h<*uL “ No, ’ ’ she said, “ but you w ill offend me very deeply if yon do no* at o m « lie down and make yourself as comfortable as possible. ’ * With a merry feint o f terrified obedi ence, the stranger stretched again on the conch. Dare threw a light gray blanket over him and brat to slip a fn-sh cushion under his arm. As she leaned lightly above him a voice from the door said: “ Dare, what does all this mean?” Turning, she faced her grandfather, his eym biasing, his mouth blue white and w orking as she hail s e n it but once be fore in all bur young life. CH APTER V I Well might Francis Overton stand aghast at a sight so unexprct4*d, so on welcome. Already the day had brought him weird and thrilling experience. It all came hack to him now with doable force. Through the earliest morning he had ridden fast, picking hi* way along bridle paths through overgrown neg lected byways to the conjure woman’s cabin. W hy ho could not have put in word* had life depended on it For days the fooling had been grow ing upon him — vague, intuitive, expectant Jincey. once his father’s slave, years older than hirasolf, was a livin g link with that fated, fateful past Her own race ranked her at once seer and sorceress. Further, her master’ s son knew experimentally that her magic was not w holly matter o f fable. Ho remembered but too well how in the old days tbe strongest arm in the plantation had withered at her cum*; even better, the sidelong downcast look w ith which, after freedom came, she hail approached him, saying, “ Marse Frank, I— i—gw me loave yo*— fur yo’ own good, onnerstan.” He could not, if he would, forget the nnctaons satisfaction underlying the seemingly humble word*. Then he did not stop to think what it might mean, rent and torn as hi* mind was with the blow s and buffeting» o f fate. A* time brought oalmnos* and clarity to hi* men tal atmosphere, be had begun to piece together many shreds at his mi«f(wtunes and so in a measure judge the stuff whereof they were spur. Throughout the p ro»«* the f i l i n g had grown and strengthened that thu* weasraed creature, so brown, so brat, so •oft o f voice and downcast o f eye, held in her han«ix mesne than one clew, worth to him far more than life. Indeed life meant to this brave gentleman but a weary bar tie, where defeat was shame, victory only death with honor. Fate had k > nearly stripped him of human feeimgs, of human tie«. There was only Dare, a »lip of a girl, who would marry away from the Overton name, who would forget in her frocks, her babie*. her husband, all the story, the wrong, the tragedy o f her race. From the outset she win am« >ng hi* dis appointment». He had so h< *ped for a grandson that this puling girl seemed a sorry jest of fate— all the more when within a year o f her birth she was left wholly orphan**L If her father had but lived, if that other— Brave a* he wa». Francis Overton dared not trust himself to think o f or remember the valley of the shadow from which hi* soul had come out so cruelly seared. Strong in this nameless, formless im pel*«, he had drawn rein at Jincey’* cabin when the sun wax an hour high. It sat under the lee o f a sharp hilL whose shadow fell heavily about i t A brindled starveling dog lay on the step before the single door. It* shutter stood fairly ajar, giving a long giiippse o f the dusk inte rior, where a fire of roots smoldered in the big fireplace. their burning filling all the place with a flank, pungent sm ell The mongrel lay voiceless, motionless, watching tae newcomer with fierce, beady eyes. It was but a starveling atom of skin and bone, hardly able by the look of it to upbear the eha *a which was fas tened at one end to its collar, at the oth er to a staple driven in the long walL Major Overton looked at it compas sionately. He knew that the gaunt crea ture was no reflex o f poverty within, but a victim to the belief among the class of its mistress that only a hungry dog is a trusty guard As he set foot upon the threshold, rapping loudly on the batten, the cur, with a quick, stealthy motion, made as if to set his teeth in his leg. Instead of kicking or striking it. Major Overton turned and looked steadily at it until it slunk out o f sight under the house. Before he turned away his eyes a soft, cracked laugh at hi* elbow made him start. Jincey had flung wide the door and stood peering at him from under her hand and saying: “ Mars«; Frank, w on't yo' nebber learn ter kick dogs in time? The « overt significance of the query was lost upon her visitor, or if he heeded it, he gave no sign. Stepping within, he tixf-d a firm regar«l upon the old woman an«l said very low: “ Jincey, d o you know why I have come here? I confess that I cannot say. ’ ’ Again Jincey laughed. This time the** wa* a hint o f triumph^ in ir. A fudden flam«* on the hekfth lit up the low, grim y interior, the gun upon the wall, the swinging rack heaped with skins and garment*, the big plump bed, with its white pillow* au«l “ rising sun” coverlid, the hide bottomed chairs, the row of chests against the wall, the table tt one side spread with an untouched breakfast, Jincey herself, with her thatch o f snow white wool, her keen, down lid ded eyes, her small fingered, skinny hand*. She held both before her. ax in depre cation. and said slowly, as if in deep meditation: “ Maybe it's because I ’ m most dead. You couldn’ t be let wait any longer. ** There was so little o f African accent or idiom in her speech a* to proclaim that she had been in her youth more with white people than with the black. There was, t«»o, a curious similarity of intonation to the voice of her visitor. A 11 nick ear would easily perceive that their speech had tx*en molded after much the same model. Major Overton shiver ed slightly a* she spoke and said, drop ping into the nearest chair, “ Mother’* been dead more than 50 years, Jincey, but you ’ ve got her accent as pat aa the day she died. ’ ’ “ I don ’ t change— in some things,” the black woman said, moving toward the fir»* and steadying herself against one of the huge rock jambs. Major Overtou got up and stood facing her, eying her keenly as she slowly fingered the rosary o f key* at her girdlu Upon one of them— a small dull bit of brass— her hand paused with a slow, sen sitive clutch, then moved defiantly on to the copper, the steel, the iron, that made up the tale. But not one o f them was so odd, had such ward* as the brass one, though it was strangely familiar to Major Overton'» eye. He held out hi» hand for it. saying carelessly, "L e t me •ce that, Jincey, that bra»« key there. ” Without a word »he laid it in hi» palm. He *aw the duplicate o f the key which had locked in hi» father's deeds in that faraway night, so sorrowfully well remembered. “ What does this unlock?" he asked, his eyes m il on the old, old face. Jincey answered, as though dreaming. "B etter ask them that know. I d o n 't ” “ How came yon by it, then?” " I — found it — in the road— last year." "Jin cey, we are tooold for lying. Tell me how long you have had this key. ” "W h y do you want to know?” " Y o u know without telling. It washy help o f that key our deeds were stolen— my father murdered." “ Master— master was a good man, too good to d ie ," the old woman said, star ing straight before her with fixed, glassy eyes. Suddenly her form grew rigid, she threw a hand above her head and said in a hoarse whisper, punctuated by gasps: " O o away, master: go away I You are death dead! I never touched your pa pers. " Major Overton took her hand in a hard grasp and said close to her ear: • " W h o Uok them, Jincey?" No answer The rigid figure tottered, would have fallen but for his support COUNTY Suddenly it slid out o f hi* hands to a writhing heap at his feet, and oat of it TH E With wild HATCHET. ELECTRIC SPIRIT. fettered I nd* the win*. II-.- lifr £r..:* 1M9* in bJuwLcC - rr** B ngh; Bat l VO / 7 l i ^ • OnrUjn doim.' The m l is rom is-J." a smothered voice cried, with still th« note of mockery: "O verton claim ! The end is coming, com ing through a worn an whose weakness is stronger than your strength. ” What wonder, then, that his face blanched at sight o f the one woman who owned Overton blood thus in proximity to a young man unheard of, ondreamed of before? CH A PT E R VIL Dare fa co l her grandfather w ith no sign o f confusion. Indeed her first word was for him. "H o w wet yon are!” she cried, m ov ing toward him. "S u rely you did not have to swim at the ford?” He put her away w ith an impatient p-stnre, saying no word, bnt a burning question in his eyes. Dare had met him with a pretty appealing droop o f th head. Now she stood up as straight as himself, and to the w atcher's eye a cu rious race likeness to the stern old far crept over the soft curves o f the young one-. Letting a hand fall either side o f her. Dar said, with a distinctness that would have a hardi had her voice bci :i !c - ch a r: "T h e g>-ntleman is hu:t. grand fa.her. I hi.vc tried to make him <xm fu n u M , as you would have d.ne. L*; mi male you acquaiuted w ith bin.— Mr Allen H ayw ood." "W h a t turn ■ did yo a say? The vnuo roars so 1 r. .:i bar Uy i. :.r. " M. j* r O'. *. r- tou -aid. -t pp.i.g v,-it: in, unmii.diu: of the dripping ir o n his s d. d g—riiK-uts upon the lm iu j -.uutc I! r B cloie Dare could repeal i: li. ttrui-girgut upon hi* feet and .<ai<b w i;h a ir . I <uad obeisance: "L et me aiiswer tJiat. Major Overton. The young la:iv ■ ■ ,ws »»dy a part of my mini«. 1 urn A.i ■ M in i »«.11 auulleiuy, very much at your service Spite o f hi- whit.- hair, fire leaped to Major Overton'»eyes; big veins stood out upon his f Tebcad: his mouth grew set and l a r i ; his hand clinched nervously upon the riding w hip he held. F o ra fu ll minute he was silent. Then, speaking very low, he said: "Leave us. Dare. Mr.— Fauntleroy," —«'hoking ov. r the nai'ii— " I am sorry to see you in such ill plight. I hojw that my people hate made yon as com* fortable as ] ■ . d! ■:. " "T h ey have done much more than that — saved my l i f - B r . ? . Major Overton, every minute v n stand thus «tripping wet endangers yuan. I beg you t$ make yourself comfortab! . T!:oii give me the pleasure o f an hour's talk w ith y ou .” Major Overtoil'» «yes Hazed more than ever, yet In- am wered in a tone tv n more silken soft: "Paril u me, Mr. Fuuntlcroy, you ari my gu-s-t. Nothing puts that asiOc.* Cut under all the circtunstanees i f the c.i a I must :isk that all other than casual cominuuicatioiis shall come tlirougii ill. lawyers. ” W ith that he bowed himse lf away, t return a little later in a well brnshe 1 suit of fine threadbare black, with a sil ver tray in his hand, upon w hich stnexi a decanter and tw o glasses. He set the salver on the table at Fauntleroy's ell v. and sai«l in the same restrained voice: "Dinah, my house'keeper, has told me of your mishap Aft« r it you are naturally rather shaky, and here is some brandy that 1 can recom mend It has stooel in Ridgelev cellar rising 40 years. As you are somewhat disabled let me give you a glass. ’ ' The other held out his w ell hand and watched with curious eyes the flow of the oily golden brown liquor that, in spite o f a rainy «lay's gray light, held yet a hint of sunshine. As be sipped it slowly the door was thrown aside, and mam my's voice sa id “ Dinner's ready, marster. ’ ’ As the tw o men entered the dining room the younger looked expectantly about, bnt Dare was not visib le Only two covers were la id The meal went heavily forw ard though the guest found “ The •« 11 Irma n is hurt, gm nd/othcr.” both his host and mammy, who waited at table, even embarrassingly attentive to his lightest nee«L He made but a poor pretense of eating. Each mouthful in- dee«! came near to choking him. though everything was dainty, flavoruns and ex quisitely served [CONTI XU XD.] The system of handling cotton and •tber freight with compressed air loco motives at the terminal of the New Or leans and Western Railroad company at Port Ohalmette has been tested and has proved to be a success. This system w*s devised by A. N. Swantit, chief engi neer of the Delta Construction company, ■nd w ill result in great saving of cost In handling freight and in complete im munity against fire in the terminal Varda are wrvo*h« W “ 7 & *• * a 4a«e. M d . r b - n »m e* man hath bocad ® e Titi« cod and i-haia. Nor e-a » 1 » •pee* «as to* «'«td terfraio. 1 a u J m ; t i r e * of lo r a :s s Tn* round *tot* over lo «rre ui* n«vd- Of n r r i s r «rinds I am king and lord Tb* st-m.» «rone «nelmng a « ndiant « * ° 1 langh m light »■ the ■“ lf' stroke» fly. The -UiltrE thUSOrr» C—a- r > „'t meddle with it, of you may spoil slL " • But perhaps a cure — ••t-nre sir! Duu t talk such swaiT „ o- or I »ball W-gm to tbmk it " ^ u T i h u t veu could «lo such a mean STdisbonorabletl,:..»; M - lenceuf ' ne of the most tustruc tne, be.0t.ful and striking « uses that haw ever enriched the literature of putliul GUIDES TRAINS IN SAFETY I J A Young W ou uo of lU n ui Wlt|| tttiit >1 alter» on ll» ^ Miss Byr«l Watkins of T o p s h y distinction of beiug th« JJJ train dispatcher, on a singl, M the United States, and thnre«|gg3 of such a position attache*tMihuL] portauce to tilJ young w0U1JI] J holds it. T Miss Watkins is stationed at j J City, on the Kansas illvi-nuu oftkel Ion Pacific railway, a Ihrough hu,J Kansas City to Denver and it»h»J the Junction City mid Fort i y branch, from Jui.Aiou City toCM and B elleville; tlieHolomonCity|J from fioloiuou City to Beloit, ¿Jj Saliua anil southwestern bran^d Bulinu to MePbersou. | • Mi,s Watkins is one of the J "s h ifts " w orking eight h o u rs y l is on the second "t r ic k ,'' m th,J between 4 o'clock iu the aflMgiJ midnight is culled. She is in fall y ^ What, then, is the use of pathology If doctors are not to cure? • Pathology, sir. treats o f diseases, With my*ic pMhK* I 7* -*rn frvm far It To m j boae thr n orth ern ?*r. their cutises, effect, and symptoms Aod tbreo n to. block u, u branch . f knowledge, an interesting X ILw *r»-at r»j* fruen mj »ml« of abstract stndy. a recreation. It has noshing to do with treatment, cures and Time flrex before mo. oaU n on e m »J know My cv c o - » . ( p m »ter to -tar 1 go. inch like quackeries." F<Jr I un. l./r. In thw utci «iark "But what may be sport to you is Geo's tocah enkindle«! my f^rrid ¿park- death to ux. « ,_* Thick ye to kn«'W m*- O y«- who ru»e • Whv we must all die, and what My torch f «*n tb- world’* h:*hw*T*T coo Id hi nobler than to die in the cause A-k him Whore thr» Ee l* thr ceatvsl ‘I*®* Of eoantl*^» » u m in their wh^liCdT tf science? By the way, you «verespeak- With fiercv -tr*-neth fettered. I nd* the wire*. mg tu me about my daughter the other Pr- metkeu spirit» harv tam*-i mj fir**, Ect God *knit . in hu ch- *5*-n hour. 1 shook my head iu a melancholy Can fne Ihc force of mj P^wt-r. manner. _ . —Manon Coutkony baiith- Well, I have been thinking I spoke hastily r-he is yonrs. I shall be proud 10 have y. u a» a son-in-law. To watch the c. arse of your ctimpluiut will bo u privilege and a delight. Marry as soon She was my first low . and so far as I as ever you like. 1 think you will hud can tell, sh«- may prove to be my only Dora somewhere about the bouse. See one. She is now a luxotn wife with her and fix the matter np. " some four or five r o y , romping children, But Dora was not to be seen that day. . and I am still a bachelor. But time is a she had gone to her room imiispused. great healer, and I can now tell the story When I called the next morning, the of my luckless suit with D.ra Rndgwick housekeeper told uie that Miss Rndg wick had gone on a visit to friends at without a pang. Dora was the only daughter cf a re Bright- u. bnt bad left a note for me. I tired London medical man. At the time opened it and read as follow s: " I ovtrheard yonr talk with papa, I first made her acquamiance her father and am so very, very sorry for yon. I bad retired frem practice and was a do so hepe that your state is not so bad ■ 'H Z ’ | widower. I fell bead over heels in love as yon fear, and that you will not lose with the girl— though I can hardly be courage and w ill soon get well. Miss BTKD WATKINS lieve it when I look at her today— and "O f course everything must now be of th" ofliee during that time, Hat she consented to marry me if the old at an eu«l betwee-u us. It would l»‘ mad us dispatcher on a single track ( doctor gave his consent, the never pro ness to talk of marriage. 1 shall always materially from those of a dooblit fessed to have any deep affection for m e; think i f yon as a very ilear friend, and dispatcher, as meeting points m she liked me. however, and was willing 1 w ant yon to believe that yon w ill have made for all trains going in oppat reel ions. to become my w ife if her papa approved. my most sincere sympathy. ” I put the letter in my pocket and She is a Kentuckian by birth, jfc Bnt the eccentric old man would not went home. What a mess lhad ma«le of ther, w ho was a lawyer, di««d 14 j hear cf it. I remember bow dejected I was after he had told me. with consid it! First I bad gained the consent of ago, leaving a w ife und three daagk erable Tiger, that I could not become his Dora and failed to obtain that of her of whom Miss Byrd is the eldest 1 son-in-law, and how indignant I felt at father. Now I had obtained the doc just past 23, and her progress!» IU his declining to give me any teas us for tor's (XUM'iit and lost the daughter’s. of work she has chosen has ben« his ili-CiSii.il. The following day I met Fancy her overhearing all that I said Her first situation was that of tp an old college friend in Bond street— and thinking I was speaking the truth for the Union Pacific at fleet 1 about the diseased state of my body! Colo. From that place she weolt Donglas Bligh. “ Yon are not looking very bright,” be And yet, why should she have supposed peka and was employed by the I said. "What are you worrying about?" I was lyiug? railroad there for four years, untill One thing was certain. I must find ber, 1HU4, when she was promt! Bligh also was a doctor. He bad walk ed the same hospital as old Rudgwick, her ont and explain a ll Dr. Rudgwick Junction City us train dispatcher. knew the name of the frieuds whom only many years later. Few women have the clear M " A love a ffa ir," 1 confessed, with a Dora had gone to, bnt he could not tell steady nerve required to fill suchi; me ibe address. He had been accustomed tion. Miss Watkins is a nice hi forced smile. " A h ! I thought something of the sort. to allow her to go and come pretty much girl, w ith a tall, slender figure, ui as she pleased. Girl thrown yon over?" blue eyes and light brown bait A week passed, several days of which manner is pleasing and refined. "N o , not the girl— the father!" "O h , that's nothing! If the lady is I had speut at Brighton, w ithout any “ When I first went into theol w illing, love w ill find out a way, and thing being heard of her. One morning she said, "t h e superintendent re* I strolled ronnd to Dr. Rndgwick's to that I slionlil be accomplishing i| papa w ill come round." "H e is a pigheaded old doctor— I beg learn whether his daughter had written, deal if I learned to be a train disp* your pardon, but I suppose a doctor may when I saw an empty cab standing at the without swearing. I must confal sometimes be pig headed like the rest of door. have more sympathy with men« "Miss Dora has jnst arrived, sir. I'll score, but wheu I feel obliged tok us?” tell her yon are here. ” “ Undoubtedly. Do I kn«jw him ?" outlet for my feelings I jnst getR I stepped into the drawing room and “ Dr. Gordon Rudfewick.'' walk round and ronnd the table I "O h . yes. 1 am acquainted with him. waited. In a few minntes I heard the had no accidents since I beg» I also once met Miss Rndgwick. I con dear girl running down the stairs. My cveu a narrow escape " gratulate you, old fellow. A charming heart leaped with joy. Miss Watkins is said to betbej "H ow do you do?” she said, placing young lady, 'pon my word. Bnt the old gest dispatcher on the road. Tbsi her little hand in mine and looking in man— h a ! ha— no wonder he rejected west Railw ay Record publishest| to my eyes with infinite pity. " I do yon 1” graph complimentary to the yoo»i hope yen are better. Yen ale looking “ Why?” and an official o f tbo road isqu» pretty w ell.” "Y 'ou are too healthy!” saying, “ I vvonld not give bet f “ Too healthy!" "M y dear Dora, I was never better in any man dispatcher on our »;««• “ Yes. You ought to have some in my life. That was all untrue about my Kansas City ¡Star. teresting and deep seated disease— some illness. I am in perfect health." “ Untrue?” thing complicate«! and lingering!" D o n ’ t t '« e Slnng. “ I— what on earth are veu driving " A l l o t it. I will explain it to you Bishop Potter’ s word at the' another tim e." ar, B ligh ?" “ Don't you know? H e's” — and he "Then you are not going to die in six Alumna' association, at its lund* cently, deserves aceeutnation. tt touched his forehead with his forefinger. months?” "Y*ou don't mean it?" " I hope not, nor in six decades. Are dealt with the ubuses uud claim« mother longue. "S la n g ,” saidbe.l "Y es. He is mad on one point He yon sorry?” other things, “ is one of the great* has a ccntemp for healthy people, and “ berry? Of course not, but"— gers to which our tongue is suujl respects only those who are suffering " I have yuur father’s consent to our from some terrible disease. ” marriage. Darling, you will now be Justus a coin is debased, so *1 guuge, and iu this connection I* mine?" “ Bnt his daughter never told m e." that tho dialect story, with alloj* “ She doesn't know. They bare kept “ Impossible 1” rierness and pathos, is of doubt# it from her. And this is thecanse of his "H ow sol” want of parental affection. There is ab Well, the fact is— I— I am mar ne. " He urged upon his hearnra cessitv to avoid the danger of * solutely nothing the matter with the ried !” felt sure every woman press«!» young lady. Now, wbat he wants is a I sprang back amazed. son-iu-law riddled with disease. You “ Yon see, I thought you were a doom scious, "th a t o f giving vigortol must get some internal growth o r " — ed man. I heard it from yonr own lips. Sion liy the aid of slang.” HC “ Good heavens, B lig h !" Marriage with you would have been too, of the risky stimnlant totw “ Come with me and I w ill coach you mad, impossible. And papa's strange slang among young women from# up in all the symptoms of a most inter talk alarmed me, especially when he that such words ou their lip*# esting malady. Everything w ill then gave his consent. I was terrified and laogli among men. “ Believe*« taro out according to your best wishes. ” feared his anger. So I went away to tho bishop earnestly, "that out# • • • • • • friends at Brighton. There I met Cap loony of yonng men themselv*)1 “ But bow did yon discover yon were tain Ainsworth. He was my first love, wear no charm greater than tb!* in possession o f this striking disease?" and I have never really lost my affection served, cultivated, choice sp** said Dr. Rndgwick in a state of etistasy. for him. He axked me to marry him, your eye, your mind, your lilt*0 “ Well, I have bad suspicions fo r a and— well, I did so at ouce, as he is go- Ibe great tongue, 8hakespeatt<" long tim e ," I replied, "that something ing out to India. You really cannot which we all inherit.” was wrong, but I kept the opinion to blame me, can yon?” Mr». Winn's I'l«*- myself. A few days ago, however, I N o; I didn't exactly blame her. bnt I A receptiou was given r**j tried to insure my life, and the medical cursed my fate, and I told Bligh that be officers of half a dozen companies reject was the biggest fool in his profession, Mrs. N ellie Holbrook Ulinu * v ed me. I then went to a first class man, for which he has never thoroughly for nia at the r.]ual suffrage bea#^ was thoroughly overhauled, told exactly given me, though be says he has.— Dm. Portland, Or. Mrs. Clina sai#_ tho political parlies «,f her i what was the matter with me and in don Tit Bits. ------------ — - the Democratic had indorsed formed that I was one of the m«jst ex N a p o le o n '« .td v ie e A b o u t H orten «*. traordinary cases that had ever come ing woman suffrage amends Louis, who was governing Holland lutions or planks in their ] under bis notice. He gives me only six with reference to its own best interests months " Mrs. Blinn thought that the* and ordering the affairs of his own fam tion of vast rolls of snffraf^ 1 " A h ! The symptoms are most remark ily rigidly, but admirably, received a se able. I have not been so interested for a had better bo discontinued. long time. It is certainly a very curions vere and passionate reprimand from Work of seenring them " 0* [_ the emperor for bis economy. What was case, unprecedented in its com plexity.” and burdensome, and no •f|m “ Do yon really think it is so serious?" wanted was pay for the troops, plenty paid to them. What is 11« cf conscripts, encouragement for the “ Oh. I hope SOL I think I may safely cate men into) the un.lvisi*3'* assert that the man yon have consulted Dutch Catholics, and a giddy court, suffrage for women w .ii where men would forget more serious is absolutely correct in his diagnosis, if well us women, anil then ; things and where Vueen Hortense could the symptoms are as you say." tion w ill cease. make a display. "L e t your wife dance " D o you think I shall survive it?” La«iy W M F « Mn»tev*:,®j "N o t unless you allow the course of as much as she wants to. It is proper the disorder to be interfered with by for her age. I have a wife 40 years old, The recent death <«f and from the field of battle I recom those sentimental quacks who binder the LonduD recalls the fact. »-•?* advance of pathological science by seek mend her to go to balls, while you want paper, that it was one of 20 to live in a cloister, or, like a ing cores." famous leading article, “ Bnt six months is very short," I said wet nnrse. always bathing her ch ild ." Alea E st," in the Dublin >«»■" — Professor bloane in Century. despondently. constituted the chief count iu lr "N o t at a il With rare, the thing may A B on d . ind ctmont for high freasou be induced to run ita course even mere I e*\" 8*id lb,‘ f umniinwille sage editor o f that Journal, wk®* quickly. Drugs and a low die« may be I don t doubt that having fought in Charles Gavan Duffy. «*u ‘—l made to do a good deal in accelerating the same regiment is calculated to bind literary redone at Nice. 1 matters." men together fiimjy. and so i. , mem- question was published at * "W hat would you adrise? Should I ber.hip in the same lodge, but for real, the revolutionary fever In consult Sir J o h n "— heartfelt sympathy gimme two fellowi sample of blood stirring En "N o , no, no! Dun't ccnsult anybody. who W e the same kind of rbeuma- ■til) retains ita place in turn. — Cincinnati Enquirer. collections, and especially ^ on the other side of the Ath A RI SE THAT LUST. ' M r$ n > r YS* jfljjH