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MCMINNVILLE, OREGON, MAY 20, 1887
WOMAN AND HOME.
EVERY TUESDAY AND FRIDAY
THE FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE OF
It. Virtue^-Ruleg for
Family Peace—A Woman*. Good Reso
lution»—! nterlor Decoratlon^C’hildren.
Kitchen Hint.—Note, aud Items.
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AMONG the CObSÄCKS.
An Impressive Funeral in the Twilight of a
Glorious Balkan Suuset.
Among the numerous superstitions
of the Cossacks there is none stronger
than the belief that they will enter
Heaven in a better state of moral
purity if they are personally clean at
the time they are killed. Consequently
before an expected battle they perform
their toilets with scrupulous care,
dress themselves in clean garments,
and put on the best they have. This
superstition is not confined to the Cos
sacks alone, but is widely prevalent in
all branches of the Russian army.
Skobeleff, in common with many other
officers, professed a similar faith, and
did not fail to dress himself for a bat
tle as he would for a soiree. The Cos
sack sotnias, being often composed of
nten who belong to the same commu
nity at home, have a harmony of in
terest among the members which ex
tends further titan the ordinary mat
ters of discipline. Their sick and
wounded are generally more sedulous
ly cared for than in other corps, and
even in the excitement of active service
they appear to have a reverence for
their dead uncommon with soldiers
who are accustomed to the daily spec
tacle of a comrade’s death. Many a
touching little burial-service have I
witnessed among the Cossacks, but
none more moving than one which I
accidentally saw in the beginning of
winter. We had been making a rapid
forward movement, and had captured
a pass in the Balkans. In the late
afternoon, after the engagement was
over, I was making my way by a short
cut across the hills to a point where I
expected to find the headquarters,
when I came upon a singular scene.
Near the top of a bare knoll, strongly
relieved against the sunset sky, three
riderless horses came out in Sharp
silhoutte. A little to the right of them,
and on the very summit of the knoll,
two Cossacks, were stooping over, busy
with something, I could not see what.
The landscape, desolate, somber and
brown in the near foreground, deep
ened to intense purple in the middle
distance, and beyond and on either side
of the knoll, which was the dominant
object in the scene, the jagged mount-
.tin-tops sharply cut the wintry sky.
Tlie glory of a rich sunset mystified
the details of the masses, while it
seemed to sharpen their contours and
heighten their contrasts. It was one
of those evenings when there steals
into the mind a sense of the solemnity
of the hour almost amounting to re
ligious fervor, and when one contem
plates the departure of the daylight
with sadness, and a scarcely formed
but still vivid realization of the fath
omless mystery of the near future.
As I approached the group the two
men rose to their feet, and, without
looking in my direction, uncovered
their heads and stood motionless. Be
tween them a long low mound dis-
turlied the rounded outline of the hill,
and a rude cross made of an unhewn
tree trunk added its unexpected sil-’
houtte to the shapes of the men, seen
as irregular masses against the deep
crimson of the western sky. I invol
untarily paused, and waited, cap in
hand, until their silent prayer was fin
ished, and they had slowly turned
the three horses;
then, skirting the knoll crowned by the
mound and cross, kept on my way. All
that friendly hands could do to honor
the victim of the day’s fight had been
religiously done by his two comrades.
In the midst of the turmoil of war he
had been given a decent, dignified,
Christian burial. And what more itn-
pressive funeral could there be than
the one I saw in the glorious Balkan
sunset? The place, the hour, the sim
ple ceremony, the symbol of Christian
faith, and proof of comrades’ love—it
was the poetry of a soldier s burial.—
/■ran* D. Millet, in Harper's Magn-
— ••Now, said the brdegrooai to ths
Br de, when they returned from the
lonevmoon trip, “let us have a clear
Understanding before we settlo down to
hiarried life: are vou to be president or
vice-president of tliis concern’ “I w-ant
to bA ne’tber president nor vice-prest-
i'nt,” she answered; ‘‘I will b*
with a «ubordinate pos tion." ••What
1« that?” ’‘Comptroller of ths eur-
tenov.’’—y. F. ifyn.
—”Ies, Bill, l m engaged to Miran
da. But, do you know, she is most ex
cessively timid?” ‘’Whenyou are mar
ried to her, Joe, much of that timidity
will wear off. You'll be taking "3
Jour boots in the lower hall at “
aide of the first six month«.”
WOMAN WORTH WINNING.
WAS SHE INSANE?
Resolutions for a Woman.
My brother, it is said, and I believe it to
b<« m many cases true, that men do not read
women readily; do not understand their real
characters oven though those characters may
bo see n by other women. Now, let me give
you an infallible rule, one which you cor
apply in every case and Never be disappointed
in the results. It is simply this: When you
come into the presence of a woman whom
you are meeting for the first time note the
impression she makes on your mind. If she
reminds you at once of your sex and her owr
by look, word or act, let her alone, for hei
influeiwe will degrade you. She may please
your eye by her beauty, your ear by her
voice, flatter you by her w’ords and manner,
but she will never be a true friend te you.
Sho studies to please and expects you tc
pk-asu in return. She has no thought abov<
present pleasure and no care for anything
but self. She will never uplift you beyond
your present plane nor incite you to deeds of
honor. She must live out tier organization
and by suffering bo made to see tho true aim
of life before she can be to you in any respect
what a woman should be to a man—a guide
to draw him up, not down; a friend whom
he can safely trust and honor, and, per
chance, even love.
If, on the other hand, you meet a woman
whose presence brings no thought of sex into
your mind, who brings out your best
thoughts and gives you hers in return,
whoso manner encourages no ignoble deed or I
word, who respects herself, and involuntarily
calls out your respect for her, make that
woman your friend, no matter what may be I
her age or social position, no matter if she
be poorly dressed and plain featured and one
not calculated to make a show in the world
of fashion; she has a soul filled with good,
and her thoughts are the forerunners of good
deeds, and she will prove a source of con
stant inspiration to you that will draw you
to higher planes of development and tend to
make you the man you ought to be. After
spending an hour with such a woman you
leave her feeling more manly, more erect
morally and physically, and though you may
not have the thought clearly formed in your
mind, yet you are conscious that the time i
spent in her company was spent wisely. !
You are aware that her influence is elevating
and refining and you feel your better nature
reusing into action. You feel ashamed of |
your misdeeds and wish yourself better than !
you are, and resolve to make yourself more i
worthy of her regard. Evils that you have 1
scarce noticed before you are hardly willing ■
to tolerate, new desires awake and you
breathe for a time a new, purer atmosphere. I
When you find a woman who produces [
these or similar impressions on you, cultivate
her acquaintance; sho will do you good.
Her influence will be ennobling, not degrad- :
ing. She will never drag a man down, but |
raise him to a higher lovel and bring out in i
strong relief all tho grand nobility of man
hood that is in him, and the strength and
purity of his highest and best gifts.
The friendship and love of a woman of this
class is worth winning, my brother; and ;
happy is he who can call such a woman his |
friend, and doubly blessed is he who can win
hor for his life companion. Association with
her will be on a plane far above selfish pas
sion, and round out the life into harmonious
completeness that not only influences the in- I
dividual but all who come in contact with J
him.—Cor. Christian Register.
Cleanliness is Next to Godliness.
‘ • I have seen tho women of many nations, ’ ’
romarked an old gentleman to a reporter tlio
other day, “both in society and at home,
and I confess with pride that I think Ameri
can women, as a rule, are tho neatest the
world over. Have you ever lived in a vil
lage and noted the fastidious habits of the
belles, who are perhaps more particular
about tlieir appearance than they would be
in a large city, because they know every
body knows them, and because they cannot
go down the street without being scrutinized
closely by some admirer? I havo known vil
lage maidens after having married and sot-
tied down in a great city take advantage of
tho wilderness of houses and strange faces
and go about in such slatternly attire as they
would never have assumed in their native
village; but these oases are rare.
“You take a girl who is neat at home and
she will be neat everywhere else. If she
wears a clean calico in ths morning she will
wear a spotless merino in tho afternoon. If
she wears a clean collar in tho morning she
will replace it with a fresher one in the even
ing, end so on.
“The habit of neatness or its opposite is an
interesting study in women. The character
istid;" naturally exists just the same in men.
but the circumstances governing their lives
are such as do not bring out this phase in
such pronounced fashion. I don’t doubt
that some of the greatest slatterns on earth
are men. but they are seldom found out, you
know. If you arc sufficiently intimate with
a gentlefiian to gain access to his apartment
you will soon liavo a very excellent method
of judging of his habits. If you find his
brushes full of hair and lint, liis towels and
soiled clothes kicking about everywhere,
with a bowl of dirty water always on his
washstand, you may easily judge that ho
will go out in the street with grease spots on
Hi clothes and half soiled linen on.
‘ • Now, between you and me, I detest dirty
people. There is something as repulsive
about untidy habits to me as there is in real
wickedness. I don’t think you can bo a good
man or a good woman without possessing
thoroughly clean personal habits, and I will
stick to it until my dying day. They tell
me I am a crank on this sub ert I don’t
care whether I am or not. ’—Denver Trib-
She Meant Snow.
A little South Boston girl of less than 5
rears was very anxious to use her sled, so
Monday night when she said her •Jenln«
nraver she finished with. “Ph« God, send
Ume snow, so that I can take out my ried_
During the night it snowed enongh to cover
i he ground, and when she awoke she saw it
fast disappearing. As »oon as sb. was up she
ent to the window and looked out
for a few minutes, when «he broke out: Our
I I memd
mow; I didn’t mean this
J horrid •lu-b:”
Never for one day to neglect hair, teeth or
Never to wear a garment spotted or with
a hole in it if in any way avoidable.
Never to coin© down to breakfast other
than as fresh as a bath and good temper will
admit. If too ill to be sweet or to dress
carefully, to stay out of sight.
Never to appear at dinner without dis
tinctly showing it is dinner and worthy oi
Never to forget to show in dress, body or
manners that I am glad to be a woman.
Never to run down men or get excited
about the wrongs of our sex.
Never to sulk, or whine, or nag—ths
three greatost failings of womankind.
Never, if possible, to scold husband or
brother or other masculine attachments; but
if it can’t bo helped, to scold quick and rta-
sonably and have that the ond of it.
Never to forget, if dependent on husband
or any one elso for even tho most loving sup
port, that the least return is love and care
and a certain amount of forgiveness.
Never to make a woman balance on thi
edge of a horse car scat when by moving
three inches she might havo comfort.
Never to elbow a woman out of the way,
bo she old, young, rich or poor. If anxioui
to go ahead, say “pleate.”
To answer letters.
To keep appointments.
And last and most enduring resolution oC
all, to wear no hats at the theatre. —New
Horticulturists aro positively besieged for
handsome seeds of exotic and native plants tc
be worked in with embroidered flowers, or
with divisional bands of screens, or to deck
the covers of card boxes, etc. For attach
ment a fine drilled hole for the passage of
the needle passes through their axes.
Among choice knickknacks for boudoir
and similar use are small cabinets with
masking doors inside of doors—subtleties of
craftsmanship with interior arrangements
concealed, the whole of accurate and refined
A picturesque card case consists of an open
gilded net, with the model of a fisherman in
compo holding up one end. The net w©uld
seem to bo sufficiently capacious for any of
the leaders of society.
A lantern of tin, octagonal in form and
jeweled, shows the dial of a clock on one
of its sides. Suspended in a darkened corner
and with the face of the clock shining in the
haze of the colored roundlets it presents a
Half dozen sets of elegantly decorated cups
and saucers, in satin cushioned case, are
now composed of three patterns. For vari
ous dishes on stands, such as tureens and
sauce holders thick, flat beveled edges and
sunken centers have been introduced.
As a receptacle for jewelry or other arti
cles of beauty and value is a nest of four
cabinets set in frame of beautifully carved
tortoise shell, each in a different style of
lacquer work and ornamented with rock
crystal cut in fantastic forms.
White Underwear Going Out.
The following notes on dress are furnished
me by a lady: While many a Frenchwoman
of tho well-to-do bourgeois class goes to mar
ket herself in order to save a few sous on the
price of her comestibles sho is often regard
less of the expense of her white petticoats.
Tho white petticoat is rather a costly article,
because it must always bo spotlessly clean.
A French lady, and above all a Parisienne,
would as soon think of wearing one soiled as
sho would think of being seen with a hole in
her stocking or with boots down at heel. In
such matters tho French aro essentially par
ticular, and in this respect they sot an ex
ample to many wealthy and well dressed
daughters of Albion and of America, who,
even when in Paris, are not always irre
proachably gloved and booted.
To return to the white petticoat, it has
held its ground in France, while in some
other countries it has of lato years been al
most driven from general use. Yet even in
this matter of the white petticoat fashion is
loroiudmg French ladies to bo henceforth
too conservative. They arc told that, at any
rate during tho coming winter, they .ai*o to
wear colored skirts, except for full evening
dress and for toilettes do ville. In short,
underlinen generally is undergoing modifi
cations, and night dresses of colored cambric
reflect the tasto of many foremost women of
fashion. Nay, more, pure white is no longer
exclusively used for baby toilets.—Boston
Hints for the Kitchen.
When stove and shoo blacking brushes get
so worn at their scrubbing end as to bn use
less, remove the brush from the handle, re
verse it and tack again in place, securing ths
two thirds worn brush another term of serv
“Is it potato little or potato big to-day?”
I overheard a young girl ask her mother as
the clock struck 11.
“Neither, child, but middle sized potato
day, ’ ’ and as tho little helper clattered down
the cellar stairs with her pan, I said:
“Whatever do you mean? With your large
crew of workmen for which you must pre
pare meals, I should think all your days
would be potato dinner days. ”
“So they are,” wan her quick reply, “but
wo have learned to avoid waste in their
cooking by boiling different sizes consecutive
days. Formerly vie would boil a largo din
ner pot of potatoes tor each noon meal, giv
ing little attention to their nze. In conso
quence the smaller ones .could be overdone, a
waste of several bushels throughout tho year.
But nowadays wo keep the potato heap
picked clean as we go. a dinner pot of small
ones wholly one day, large, may b©, rotten
hearted old fellows the next and middle sizea
potatoes another day. Since adopting this
plan oar boiling potatoes aro nearly all done
at the same instant, and none coms from
the kettle half raw and others mushed for
the swill barrel.—Ladies’ Home Journal.
a strange Hellffloas Sect.
THE JEALOUSY OF THE MARTYRED
PRESIDENT’S W FE.
Mrs. Lincoln’s Eccentricities—Her Un
governable Rage Aroused by Trifles.
Lincoln’s Hearing Through it All.
The account of Lincoln’s lovemaking in
his history by Nicolay and Hay seems almost
ominous when read by the light of later
knowledge. The anxieties and forebodings
and absolute agony of tho future president
’on tho eve of marriage, the most incredulous
might say, presageci the destiny that im
pended. For no one knows the charactor of
Abraham Lincoln, his godlike patience, his
ineffable sweetness, his transcendent charity
amid all the tremendous worries of war and
revolution and public affairs, who is igno
rant of what he endured of private woe, and
no one rightly judges the unfortunate part
ner of his elevation and unwitting cause of
many of his miseries, who forgets that she
had “eaten on tho insane root that takes the
Tho country knows but has preferred to
forg 4 the strangeness of Mrs. Lincoln’s con«
duet at intervals after her husband’s death.
Many of the most extraordinary incidents in
her career were not revealed, out of dolicacy
to others and tenderness to one who had been
the sharer of Abraham Lincoln’s fortunes
and the mother of his family; but enough
was apparent to shock and pain the public
sense when finally the conflict with licr own
son, so highly respected, the dragging of
their affairs into a public court, the neces
sary supervision of the poor lady’s finances
and the restraint of her actions, if not of her
person, disclosed the fact that her mind had
The first time thatl saw Mrs. Lincoln was
when I accompanied Mrs. Grant to the
White House for her first visit there as the
wife of the general -in-chief. The next that
I now recall was in March, 1864, when Mrs.
Jancoln, with the president, visited City
Point. They went on a steamer, escorted
by a naval vessel of which Capt. John S.
Barnes was in command, and remained for
somo weeks in the James river under the
bluff on which the headquarters were estab
lished. Here they slept and usually took
their meals, but sometimes both ascended the
hill .nd wore entertained at tho mess of Gen.
Graut. On the 26th of March a distin
guished party from Washington joined
them, among whom I remember especially
Mr. Geoffroi, the French minister. It was
proposed that an excursion should be made
to the front of tho Army of tho Potomac,
about ten or twelvo mfes away, and Mrs.
Lincoln and Mrs. Grant were of tho com
pany. There was a military railroad which
took the illustrious guests a great portion of
th© way, and then the men were mounted,
but Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Lincoln went on
in an ambulance, as it was called—a sort of
half open carriage with two seats besides
that for the driver. I was detailed to escort
them, and of course sat on the front seat
facing t lie ladies, with my back to the horses.
In the course of conversation I mentioned
that all the wives of officers at the army
front had been ordered to the rear—a sure
sigii that active operations were in contem
plation I said not a Inly had been allowed
to remain except Mrs. Griffin, the wife of
Gen. Charles Griffin, who had obtained a
special permission from tho president. At
this Mrs. Lincoln was up in arms. “What
do you mean by that, sir?” she exclaimed.
“Do you mean to say that she saw the presi
dent alone? Do you kow that I never allow
tho president to see any woman alone?” She
was absolutely jealous of poor, ugly Abraham
Lincoln. I tried to pacify her and to palliate
my remark, but she was fairly boiling over
with rage. “That’s a ' cry equivocal smile,
sir,” she exclaimed. “Let mo out of this
carriage r.5 once. I will ask the president if
lio saw t'-.at woman alone.” Mrs. Griffin
was one of the best known and most elegant
women in Washington, afterward the Coun
tess list rhazy, a Carroll and a personal ac
quaintance of Mrs. Grant, who strove to mol
lify tho excited spouse, but in vain. Mrs.
Lincoln again bado mo stop the driver, and
when I hesitated to obey she thrust her arms
past mo to the front of tho carriage and held
ths driver fast. But Mrs. Grant finally pre
vailed on her to wait till tho whole party
alighted, and then (xen. Meade came up to
pay his respects to the wife of the president.
I had intended to offer Mrs. Lincoln my arm
and endeavor to prevent a scene, but Meade,
of course, as my superior officer had the
right to escort her, and I had no chanc) to
warn him. I saw them go off together, and
remained in fear and trembling for what
might occur in tho presence of the foreign
minister and other important strangers.
But Gen. Meade was very adroit, and
when they returned Mrs. Lincoln looked at
mo and said: “Gen. Meade is a gentleman
sir. IIo says it was not the president who
gave Mrs. Griffin the permit, but tho secre
tary of war. ” Meade was tho son of a diplo
matist an<l had evidently inherited some of
his father’s skill.
At night when wo wore back in camp Mrs.
Grant talked over the matter with me and
sai-1 tho whole affair was so distressing and
mortifying that we must never either men
tion it to any ono; at least I was to I ms ab
solutely silent and she would disclose it only
to tho general. But tho next day I was re
leased from my pledge, for “worse remained
The same party went in the morning to
visit tho Army of the James on the north
side of tho river, commanded by Gen. Ord
The arrangom?nts were Romewhat similar to
those the day before. We went up tho river
in a steamer, and then the men again took
horses and Mrs Lincoln and Mrs. Grant
went in an ambulance. I was detailed as
before to act ns escort, but I asked for a
companion in tho duty; for after my experi
ence of tho previous day I did not wish to be
the only officer in tho carriage. Bo Gen.
Horace Porter was ordered to join the party.
Mrs. Ord was with her husliand. An she
was tho wifo of the commander of an army
she was no. subject to the order for return,
though before that day was over she wished
herself in Washington or anywhere else away
from tho army, I am sure. She was
mounted, and as the ambulance was full she
remained or her horse and rode for a while
by the ride of the preKilent and ahead of
One of the strangest of religious sect«
is that which call« itself The New and
Latter II oilsc of Israel. Its headquarters
to in Chatham. England, in which town
its devotees are building an immense
temple which will cost $250.000. They
to’licve that they will not die and that
tip » are the remnant of true Israelites
who will reign with Christ for a thou
sand years. Their founder was a man
named Jezriel, who to now dead. His
death " as a great »hock to tho believers,
“TRIFLES LIGHT AR AIR.”
but his wife claimed that it was an acci
As soon as Mrs. Lincoln diseOvcre 1 this her
dent and claimed herself to be his suc rage
wm beyond all bounds.
cessor.—New York Tribune... .
tne woman mean,** sue exclaimed, “by rid
ing by the side of the president and ahead of
me? Docs she suppose that ho wants hor by
tho aide of him?” She was in a frenzy of
excitement, and language and action both
becamo more extravagant every moment.
Mrs. Grant again endeavored to pacify hor,
but then Mrs. Lincoln got angry with Mrs.
Grant, and all that Porter and I could do
was to see that nothing worse than words
occurred. We feared she might jump out
of the vehicle and shout to the cavalcade.
Once sho said to Mrs. Grant in her transports:
“I suppose you think you'll get to the Whits
House yourself, don’t you?” Mrs. Grant
was very calm and dignified, anil merely re
plied that she was quite satisfied with her
present jxxsition; it was far greater than she
bad ever expected to attain. Then Mrs.
A MEXICAN “FIESTA."
SEASON OF RELIGIOUS CERE
MONIES AND INDULGENCE.
Brutality of tbo Bull l-'lglit^Tho Native
Mexican an Inveterate G.lublrr—V«.
rlou» Gantes of Chance—Au Orderly
Every Mexican town lias a patron saint
whoa? duty it is supposed to bo to watch and
guard over the interests of tho town and its
Tho patron saint of the old town across
the river, Paso del Norte, is Our I Ally of
Lincoln exclaimed: MOht you had better Guadalupe. Tho natives begin their cclo-
take it if you can got it. ’Tis very nice.” bration on tho Sth and keep it up till the
Then sho returned to Mrs. Ord, but Mrs. 24th, when they have to quit so as to bo
Grant defended her friend at the risk of ready to begin tho Christmas festivities on
arousing greater vehemenee.
The celebration or “fiesta,” as it is called,
Onoe when there was a halt Maj. Seward,
a nephew of tho secretary of state and an consists of: 1. Religious ceremonies con
officer of Gen. Ord’s staff, rode up, and try ducted daily in the celebrated old church
ing to say something jocular, remarked: known to bo over 340 years old. 2. At
“The president’s horso is very gallant, Mi’s. tending threo or four bull fights u wook. 3.
Lincoln: ho insists on riding by tho side of Gambling, and lastly, drinking plenty of
Mrs. Ord!” This of course addod fuel to tho pulque, mescal and tequila and having a
flame. “What do you moan by that, sir?” good time generally.
Than tho bull fights nothing could bo
she cried. Seward discovered that ho had
made a huge mistake, and his horso at onco more brutal or disgusting.
developed a peculiarity that compelled him to fight, a cock fight or a tight between two
t ide behind to got out of the way of the men, and you know that they are but follow
ing out the instincts of nature, and if either
Finally tho party arrived at its destina contestant get« enough he can show the
tion, and Mrs. Ord camo up to the ambu white feather and generally get away. The
lance. Then Mrs. Lincoln jxxsitively insulted bull fight is different; the poor brute is
her, called her vile names in tho presence of goaded and scored bofore he » turned into
a crowd of officers and asked what she meant the ring; there he is again goaded and
by following up tho president. The poor ipeared and finally killed. He stands no
woman burst into tears and inquired what more show than a mouse in a box with a cat.
AN INVETERATE GAMBLER.
sho had done, but Mrs. IJncoln refused to be
appeased, and stormed till she was tired.
Sunday I went over to see life on the
Mrs. Grant still tried to stand by her friend, plaza. The native Mexican is an inveterate
and everybody was shocked and horrified. gambler, ne u ill risk almost anything on
But all things com© to an end, and after the turn of a die. The jilaza, a square in the
awhile we returned to City Point.
center of the village, was turned Into an ex
That night tho president and Mrs. Lincoln tensive gambling eatablLshment, and the
entertained Gen. and Mrs. Grant and the games wore numerous, and those run by
general’s staff at dinner on the steamer, u»'.d Mexicans defended entirely on chance. The
before us all Mrs. Lincoln berated Gon. Ord American faker was, however, on hand, and
to tho president and urged that he should bo would sell you a $5 bill rolled in a piece of
removed. He was unfit for his place, she paper for $2, and a few other snaps of that
said, to say nothing of his wife. Gen. Grant description, but the main games were Mexi
sat next and defended his officer brave1 y. can. First in importance was the national
Of course Gen. Ord was not removed.
game of monte. It consists primarily in
During all this visit similiar scenes were dealing two cards from the bottom of the
occurring. Mrs. Lincoln repeatedly attacked pack and then betting as to which of tho two
her husband in the presence of officers be will bo turned up first. Thero are many
cause of these two ladies, and I never suffered modifications of the game which would re
greater humiliation and pain on account of quire an experienced person to describe. I
one nut a near personal friend than when I have not been hero long enough to acquire
saw the head of tho stato—the man who car that experience.
ried all the cares of tho nation at such a crisis
Another game very popular, especially
—subjected to this inexpressible public mor with the ladies, is a kind of an odd or even
tification. IIo boro it as Christ might have affair. There is n funnel shaped contrivance
done, with an expression of pain and sadness with the bottom sloping to the center; in the
that cut ono to tho heart, but with supreme center are several stojis were a single marble
calmness and dignity. Ho called hor “moth can drop in and a general receptacle to hold
er,” with his old time plainness; ho pleaded them all. A handful of marbles is thrown
with eyes and tones, «nd endeavored to ex and the gambler bots whi ther an odd or oven
plain or palliate tho offenses of others, till she number will drop in 1 lie general receptacle.
turned on him liko a tigress, and then he
Tho game most numerous, however, and
walked away, hiding that noblo, ugly face which seemed to draw the largest crowds,
that wo might not catch tho full expression especially of the American population, among
of its misery.
whom was a large delegation from the Cali
fornia excursion in town over the Illinois
TIIE MARTYR PRESIDENT’S COURTERTr.
Gon. Sherman was a witness of somo of Central, wui played with dice. The layout
these episodes and mentioned them in his consisted of a table, six cards numbered 1,
memoirs many years ago. Capt. Barnes, of 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6, n dice box, three die©, a
tho navy, was a witness and a sufferer too. few silver coins and any amount of tlacos
Barnes had accompanied Airs. Ord on her (pronounced “ciackers”), a Mexican coin
unfortunao ride and refused afterward to say nominally worth 3% cents, being a quarter
♦hat tho lady was to blame. Airs. Lincoln of a real, which is one-eighth of a dollar,
never forgavo him. A day or two afterward but in hard American money Ij cente will
ho went to speak to tho president on some buy four of them.
official matter when Mrs. Lincoln and «ov
DEALER AND DICE.
era! others were present. Tho president’s
The dealer shakes the box and throws the
wifo said something to him unusually offen dice on tho table still covered by the box.
sive that all the company could hear. Lin Tho excursionist puts his money, say on the
coln was silent, but after a moment h * went card marked threo. Tho box Is lifted; if
up to tho young officer and taking him by there is a three up the dealer pays oven; if
tho arm led him into his own cubin, to show thero are a pair of threes up ho pays two for
him a map or a paper he said. He mad«* no one. If there aro three threes up ho pays
remark, liarnos told mo, upon what had oc three for one. It is apparently a sipuire
curred. lie could not rebuke his wifo, but game, and the onlooker who is Interested
h<* showed his regret and regard for the may spend a handful of “ciackers” before
< ffleer with a tou^h of what seemed to me ho discovers thero aro several per oent., if
the most exquisite breeding.
not more, in favor of the dealer.
After the murder of the president th* ec
There are several other games of less im
centricities of Mrs. Lincoln became more ap portanoe, among which I noted a modifica
parent than ever, «nd jsoplo began to won tion of the wheel of fortune. In this, how
der whether her mind hail not been affected ever, every turn drew a prize. A “elocker”
by her terrible misfortune. Air. Howard purchased tho right to turn tho wheel, «nd
told me that she sold tho president’s shirts, wherever tho arrow stopped it would point
with his initials marked on them, beforo she to an article of somo value, ranging from
left the Whito House, and that, learning the two hairpins to a ©heap cotton handkerchief.
linen was for sale at a shop in Pennsylvania What tho young cowboy whom I saw gather
avenue, ho sent and bought it privately. in about a dozen hairpins will do with them
Sho lingered nt tho executive mansion a long is still a mystery to me.
while after all arrangements should have
Tho crowd in attendance was a very
been made for hor departure, keeping tho orderly one. If any one got more tequila on
new president out of his proper resilience. board than ho could handle he could lie down
Afterward sho made appeals to public men anywhere and calmly sleep off the effects of
and to the country for pensions and other his potations and be perfectly happy. I only
pecuniary aid, though thero was no need for saw one quarrelsome fellow, and ho w«s a
public application. Sho went abroad doing drunken American.—El Paso (Tex.) Cw.
strango things ami carrying tho honored Detroit Free Press.
name of Abraham Lincoln into strange and
sometimes unfit company, for she was
greatly neglected and felt tho neglect.
To be very gentle with the younger onai
While I was consul general at London I and treat them with respect, remembering
learned of her living in an obscure quarter that we were once young.
and went to so© hor. fiho was toucl ed by
Never to judge one another, but to at
tho attention, and when I asked her to my tribute a good mot Ivo when we can.
house—for it seemed wrong that tho widow
To compare our manifold bioHRings with
of the man who bad Horn* so much for us the trifling annoyances of the day.
all should be ignored by any American rep
resentative—sho wrote mo a note of thanks,
betraying how rare such courtesies liad be
A Bit of Advice,
com«- to her then.
IIn|>pin<*u.HS to a mosaic formed from
The next I heard of the poor woman was
tho scandal of tho courts in Chicago, when many Email «tones, «nd th'tto orn found
the fact was made clear that she was insano. and net in iteauty by the hand of love
If was a great relief to mo to learn it. and love in little thing«, loving word», loving
doubtless the disclosure of tho secret w hich act«, and a large |>art of thi« work to in
her son must have long suspected—though, the home, where the greatci.t jtortion of
liko tho Spartan !>oy, ho cloaked his pain— our time anti the bent aliould In spent.
was to him n sort of terrible satisfaction. It Live this year for wife and hualtand end
vindicated Lis conduct; it told for him what
ho had concealer]: it «proved him a worthy children, and I-t selfish plenMire take n
son of tliat groat father who also bore his beck scat. Keep unspoken the quick re
fate so heroically.—Adam Bodeau in New tort, the fretful complaining, the angry
word, for life is too short for such cruel
York W or Id.
Had Him on the Hip.
A Cincinnati apwnlator
wont ovar into
Kentucky to take a look at an
which n farmer claimed to have
on his land Sure enough the surface of the
water was covered with oil, and It could 1»
traced along a enwk for a mile. “ Well, what
do you think C queried the fanner, after a
long investigation. • "Why, I tliink you have
used alxuit three liarrels of |ietroleum »round
here,” replied the capitalist. “HumphI I hat
shows how awful sharp you are. I didn’t usn
but one and a half.”—Wall Street News
blows, and then the «car never heal«,
though you may bathe it with bitter
tear«. —Bev. I)r. Kittredge.
Tasmanians, in future, will lie per
mitted to vaccinate or not, cslliey please.
Following the example of tho nicthcv
ru-te ! a <«nn-
country. England, they enact«'!
pulaory vaccination law «orn" ye-r» ago.
Resistance to it Ixx'artv» to lie sot.rung
Uiat the house of «>.- mbly. toward the
clow* of last year, docfaled to revert to the
optional »/»leui. Herald of Ileallh.