Pittston Gazette

              X f Oldest NewsDaDer in the Wyoming Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1891. A Weedy Local and Famiiv Journal. ! " "/r. "i'" Am i really irce ot that many Ijou- =H!EIR= lsc asked, as she nestled in her grandfather's arms and supported his aged head on her shoulder. not only greatly pleased with their work so far, but each had mentally resolved to carry it on farther, and this resolution was another well spring of joy to their hearts. mat lie was incieeu Broken up. am ms western securities were carried away by Pearson, and into these he had, upon Pearson's recommendations, turned nearly all his wealth. His property in the east was heavily mortgaged for money to send west, and when the news of his death and his western losses became known, his eastern creditors closed in, and everything, including his residence, was sold at trustee's sale. BECKENHAM WYTHE. with so many troubles as lail to my wretched lot has no right to get mar- BILL NYE TOWERS HIGH. Bo he asKed me to aine witn mm—on a buffet car. Father's Victim. ried." Tho Melancholy Story of a Very And for several days after arriving at this decision, tie was still more dejected than ever, if such a thing were possible. We had tomato soup—canned; pickled lamb's tongues — tinned; Bert's justly celebrated Belgian crackers, canned pudding and revised coffee. (He had waited till we crossed the line and got into a state where no liquors are sold.) Then we had a cigarette, and his obligation to me as a host was wiped out. Genius is a good thing, but if it should break out in my family I think I would call in the doctor before it got much of a start. All the way from Edgar A. Poe to Blind Tom the history of genius has been clouded by ingratitude, domestic infelicity and cruelty. Let us each and every one, as we crouch around our own firesides to eat popcorn and Spitzbwrgen apples of mediocrity, remember that there is a sweet and beau tifnl flavor to a square and yet uneventful life which the pampered children or abnormal and overgrown talent never know. "Free of him?" the doctor repeated. "Well, 1 reckon you are. Just let him come here to-night and we'll make the world free of him, too." Miserable Man. THE EIFFEL TOWER, THE ABSENT Dr. Bascom had decided to take Paul into his practice, which was enough for them both, and Scraggs had decided to sell Green's farm and get John settled in business at Magic City. lie knew of a good opening for a man of Green's honesty and ability, and he resolved to get him into it. TRUNK AND THE GENIUS. A STORY OF WESTERN LIFE. ECKENHAM WYTHE was a miserable man. It was his freely expressed opinion that he was the' most miserable man on the face of the earth since the days of olef Job. Nat that •he v»as troubled with boils, or any thing of that sort. Boils One day as he was passing the cottage, the widow came running round the corner and caught him by the arm in the greatest excitement. "And papa?" The Peculiar Sensation of Being Up in "He's all right. We'll attend to that, won't we, Scraggs?" the World—Advantages of Arriving at Ity THOMAS P. MOSTFOTtT "I guess we'll be pretty apt to." "Oh, sir, do come quick!" she cried. "She has fallen into the water and is drowning! You must save her! Quick, or it will be too late!" Chicago Over New York—Don't Try to CHAPTER XXVL THE SERPENT IS THWABTED. "That's what we will. But here, confound it all, we're keeping Blatchford waiting here while we're running on like a pack of fools, and he wants to see his daughter. Come, let's go on to the house." Mrs. Blatchford was thu3 left penniless, and suddenly she awoke to the realization of the fact, and came up face to face with the most abject poverty. lie Too Mudi of a Genius. [Copyright, 1891, by Kdgar W. Nye.] Hotei, Richelieu, i Chicago, November. S It is pretty -.veil settled now, I think, that the World's fair is to have a tower which will make that of Mr. Eiffel look stunted. As Pearson rode into town on his return from Green's, he saw the train from the east approaching, and he also saw Scraggs and Doctor Bascom walking down in the direction of the depot. He did not attach any importance to the fact of these men being together, but when a moment later they were joined by Paul Markham, he began to suspicion that something was wrong, and he was seized with fear. CHAPTER XXVII. THE CONCLUSION*. "Some one drowning?" exclaimed Beckenliam, the natural chivalry of his nature aroused. "Lead the way! I will save her. or perish in the attempt!" The flight of Pearson was discovered by Scraggs at an early hour the next morning, and a little later upon making a visit to the bank he learned of his embezzlement of Blatchford's money. He immediately telegraphed in various directions hoping to apprehend the rascal, but it proved all in vain. Pearson made good his escape. Sarah is a sadly disappointed woman, and full often she sighs for her fallen grandeur. She often recalls the days when she was mistress of Blatchford's house and when she with all her relatives lived in great plenty and comfort on Blatchford's bounty. She is, indeed, receiving the just rewards of her actions, and is tasting the bitter draught she poured out to others. Rev. Wheedler has long since forgotten Mrs. Blatchford. In fact he lost interest in her when she lost her position in society and became- unable to contribute, to his salary. Mrs. Blatchford has never forgotten nor forgiven Aunt Mitchell, and it is probable that she never will. But that matters little to Aunt Mitchell, and 'ie goes her way quite as well satisfied as though Mrs. Blatchford was her best friend. So talking away as excitedly and happy as a boy over a new toy, the good old doctor led the way to th$ house, while Scraggs and Blatchford came after him, and Paul and Louise followed a little further behind, arm in arm, as happy as ever two young souls lie followed the widow around the cottage till they came to a hogshead, half sunken in the ground, and used for the purpose of catching rain-water to use for washing purposes. The hogshead was half full of water, and In the water the widow's pet kitten was swimming round and round, vainly seeking to escape. The tower will be over 100 feet higher than the Paris tower, and will have a flagstaff on the top, surmounting which will be a weather vane representing a human face pointed toward Paris, with its thumb to its nose and the fingers fluttering in the air. w'o u 1 d have been blessings "They're plotting against me," he mused, "and like as not old Scraggs has telegraphed for Bl&tchford, and they ore going to the train to meet him. By George, I believe that old doctor is in Scraggs' employ, and his keeping in bed all those days was a put up'Jon^ Upon returning to Green's as agreed, Scraggs and the doctor found Blatchford in a critical condition. The excitement of the last few days, together with tlio meDtal suffering it had brought him, had been too much for him, arvd tfew they found him weak and failing. Dr. Bascom examined the old man closely, and though he made no report on the case his face became grave and thoughtful, and those who saw it felt sure that there was something serious in his patient's ailment. to what he was IN THE DINING CAR. obliged to endure! He said so, and nothing made him more angry than for some rudely unsympathetic person to express a doubt concerning his wretched condition. Ilis troubles were not of a Physical nature; he could have endure3 anything of that sort and always worn a smiling face. He said his misery was of a mental character; still it made him excited to tell him it was all in his a Dig wire key ring goes tnrougn your train with » little memorandum book and agrees to transfer your luggage to your home or hotel before you can possibly get there yourself. lieckenham uttered an exclamation of amazement and disgust. The Keystone Bridge company is to do the job, using the French ideas with American improvements. It is said that this tower will stand for years, no doubt, after the big fair has gone and the popcorn and other booths have been removed. Its earning capacity will greatly exceed that of the French tower, which shows how the Yankee mind has, with all its love of art and vertu, a frugal twist to it. % "Is that what you want me to rescue?" he demanded. \ ou have rashly agreed to get married on your arrival, perhaps, or you may have accepted an invitation to be present at a large dinner where you will make a few spontaneous, typewritten remarks. So when this able and thoroughly well informed baggage checker man takes your check and your address you heave a sigh of relief and begin to drink in the picturesque beauties of Elizabeth and Jersey City, those beautiful abodes of wealth and beauty, and with joy you sniff the rich aroma from the bone works along your route. You feel assured that when you get to your inipor your chocolate colored flat in One Hundred and Thirty-ninth street your trunk will be on the stoop with a glad welcome and one hinge waiting for you. to gain time on me. I was a fool not to know that sooner. Well, if Blatchford is coming I've got to be going. This town ain't big enough to hold us both." "Oh, yes, yes!" replied the widow, clasping her hands in agony, and looking at liim appealingly. "Save her, and I will do any thing in my power to repay you-j-any thing!" Tli© Persuasive* Hook Agent. Book Agent—Can't I sell you m copy ot the "Exploration of tlie Holy Land?" Hostetter McGinnis—I can't read. "But your wife might want to read it.'" "She can't read, either." "How about your children? They can read, can't they?" "Not a word." With that Pearson quickly dismounted and running down through the stable turned down an alley and crossed the railroad track just before the train passed. Taking a position on the opposite side from the depot he watched the passengers as they left the cars. First a traveling man camc out, then a woman and two children, and it seemed that that was all, and Pearson began to congratulate himself again. But his congratulations were short lived, for directly another passenger emerged, and Pearson knew only too well who it was. There was no mistaking Blatchford, although he was so aged and bent and so woefully changed from what he had been when Pearson saw him last. And now, having disposed of all the Other characters, nothing remains but to account for Harry Pearson. lie went to the mountains beyond Denver, and though Scraggs made every effort to apprehend hira, he was not heard of for some months after his escapade. he rcpoil that came then waa to the effect that he had drifted into the mining regions, and after gambling away all his money undertook to raise a stake by rolDbing n mine, lie was caught in the act and after a hearing before an extemporary pioneer court, was taken out and promptly hung to the nearest tree. Had you met Bcckenham Wythe on the street, you would have seen at a glance that he was a miserable man. lie did not wear crape, but he did wear the most dejected countenance ever seen on human being. The pensive look in his eyes denoted sorrow, the drooping corners of his mouth denoted melancholy, the downward twist of his 6hort, red mustache denoted woe, the sharp point of his chta denoted a piercing grief, the staggering cast of his thin nose denoted shattered hopes, and the wild disorder of his long hair gave him an aspect of utter despair. Even about his clothes there was an air of misery; and still he was a tailor! lie was always followed by a most wretchedlooking dog, that sneaked' along with its head down and its tail between its legs, and seemed to bo continually regretful it was alive. mind. lie could not resist such an appeal as that, so he hung himself over the side of the hogshead and reached down for the kitten. In some way he lost his balance and fell into the water head first. Then Scraggs would have avoided telling what lie had discovered that morning, but Blatchford insisted on hearing everything about Pearson, and asked so many questions regarding him that Scraggs was eventually forced to reveal all he knew. I remember very well spending an entire afternoon working my way to the top of the Eiffel tower and the entire evening in getting back again. It was as difficult as it is to become a thirtysecond degree Mason while your family is having the measles. "Well, you keep a cat don't you?" "Yes, but the cat can't read, either." "1 know that, but you need something to throw at the cat, and this book u just the right size."—Texas Siftinga. The old man groaued and gnashed his teeth, and for a long time said nothing. At last, raising himself in bed, he spoke, looking steadily at his daughter. The Eiffel tower was supplied with several rival elevators, and one had to change cars several times. As one proceeded upward he encountered the same size of crowd, but with less rolling stock to handle it, so that when he got up to where the employees had to wear the heaviest topcoats even in the heat of summer, the traveler had to stand and shiver for hours in line with others, as he would at the postoffice or the box office of my great drama. i(« Wan All .i£ht. "GOD BLESS TOU BOTH." tvere. When they approached the doof the old doctor stopped, saying: "Mary," he said, "I have come to you at last, but I have come as a pauper. I come empty handed, and with nothing but my poor love to give you. That which 1 have slaved for, and which oi right was yours, has been stolen from me by the one I took to my heart in your stead. I turned you from my door and took Harry Pearson in. I left you to 6tarve while I lavished money on him. And now he has robbed me and left me penniless, with no roof but yours to shelter my head. My punishment is great, but it is not more than 1 deserve." iliiijiliiiiitii i, But after several bitter experiences in this way yon finally give it up and yield to despair. I do not know how many happy weddings have been broken off by the Express and Transfer and General Mephistopheles association, of New York, or how many impromptu speeches have died in the bosom of the typewriter because of this great incorporated disappointment company. "We must be careful not to excite Mrs. Green, so if you folks will wait outside here just a minute I'll go in and break the news to her." And now our story is done. Years have elapsed since the events recorded, and the great s!ate of Kansas has outgrown its early disadvantages. The fertile soil of its great plains produces wonderful crops, and its people are among the. first to respond with their rich products to the calls of other suffering lands. It has become one of the first states of the union, and but for one thing its people would be the most prosperous on earth. It has escaped the curse of pests and drouths; but, alas, the farm mortgage still has its deadly fangs buried deep in its soiL When this curse is abolished and the homes of the west become free of the greedy Shylocks' grasp, then \t-ill the land blossom as the rose and the struggling people enjoy the full fruits of their labors. May that time come quickly. "Curse the luck," Pearson muttered, "and old Scraggs and Bascom. The jig is up for me. I've got to fly from here, and I've lost Louise; but I've got Blatchford's money." "For God's sake don't be long, then," Blatchford pleaded. "I have been too long away from my child already, and I must see her quickly." I spent an evening in the Eiffel tower once, dining in the cafe which gave upon the Trocadero. Mr. Eiffel dined there that evening. He is a very hand some man of fifty, perhaps, with wavy, silvery hair and a very elegant manner, which he has acquired by studying carefully the etiquette of Americans who visit Paris. People carefully turned out for Mr. Wythe upon the street and shivered as he passed, or l%olCed after him with sad sympathy. People who were laughing stopped with remarkable suddenness when their eyes fell upon him; children avpided him, and—excepting his own wretched cur—even the dogs shied away from him and growled. Whenever he entered a pleasant room, ho brought a cloud with him that shut out the sunshine, and it was little short of torture to listen to the melancholy droning of his voice. It was torture if one tvas forced to endure it a great while. So saying he slipped on board the train as it moved out, and was whirled away from Magic City forever. "All right, all right," replied the doctor as he bustled away. "I'll not lose a second." Once I got my trunk on time, but my wife did not. We were to go together somewhere, for we were not then posted regarding New York customs. So we were to go together. It was an evening affair, and it was full dress. I wanted to wear my full dress, for I had a nice new suit with embroidery down the side of the leg. It was my first effort in evening dress and I was perishing to try it, but my wife said nay. It would be very rude and de trop to wear evening togs when she appeared in a street dress. Blatchford was conducted without delay to Scraggs' office where everything was explained to him. lie listened quietly to the whole story, but as Scraggs revealed to him the sufferings of John Green's family and the villainy of Harry Pearson, the old man's face grew ashy and his gray head dropped low on his breast, while ever and anon a heartrending groan escaped him. It was a minute or two after Scraggs finished his hurried account before the old man moved or spoke, but at last he raised his head and cried: Coming into the room he tried to hide his joy and assume a grave air, but the great happiness that filled his kind old heart to overflowing surged up to the surface and showed itself in his eyes and faqe in spite of him. John and Mary both saw at once that the doctor was overjoyed, but they never dreamed of its cause bearing any relation to them, so they said nothing. The doctor approached Mary's side, saying: l'or three or four days the brokenhearted old man lingered on, growing weaker hour by hour in spite of all Dr. Bascom could do, and at last it became apparent that death would soon claim him. The Greens exerted themselves to the utmost to make his last hours as pleasant as possible, hut "H-H-HKRK 'SHORE-C-C-COJTFOtTJTDED cat!" the widow showed her heroism, for she caught him by the heels and dragged him out. He had seized the unfortunate kitten, and clung to the nearly drowned creature as he stood up and gasped for breath, looking more miserable than ever before in all his life. Finally he managed to gurgle: Tommy Slimson—Mamma, would it be wrong for me' to take a couple of feathers from your bonnet to play Indian with? The venerable father of the Panama canal and other works was dining there also. He was then eighty years of age, but straight and strong, apparently, as a Georgia pine. Mrs. .Slimson—Yes, it would. You haven't done it, have yon? Tommy—No'rn. I only took one.—- Truth. fill, The Paris tower was tall enough for me, and no additional height would be necessary so far as I am concerned. Imagine yourself at a height of about two miles in the air, with a republic and several empires at your feet, while the platform on which you stapd is swaying backward and forward with an oscillation of seventeen feet, and with the dull and distant roar of the inclined railways id So I relented and went in short coat with hectic necktie and mingled with those who were clad in the severest evening dress throughout. No one knows how many hearts have bled over these sickening delays and disappointments. I remained a month in New York at that time hoping for another invitation which would necessitate evening toilet, bat no one asked me out. "Well, how is. my patient to-night?" "Some better than when you were last here," Mary replied. 1 4! Mr. Wythe was shunned in the house where he boarded, and Mr«. Springs, the landlady, said she would not keep him if he were not such remarkably (food pay, and did not stay in his room so much when he was at the house. lie seldom spoke of any thing but his own misery, and the most trivial things added to the mountain of woe beneath which he was buried. "H-h-here 'shore c-c-c-confounded An Accommodating Man from Pittsburg;. She clasped the dripping kitten to her breast, and thanked him again and again so effusively, and expressed such regret for what had happened, that his anger disappeared, and he came nearer smiling tlian he had for ten years. cat!" There were cinders on his white hat and duster, but he didn't mind that. He stood at Twenty-eighth street, inspecting the remnants of Broadway with great interest, and softly whistling "The Undertakers' Picnic." He was just getting a purchase on the chorns when two elderly ladies, evidently 6trangers, approached him in some perplexity. / V  HPKJM:"My God! my God! how I have sinned. My child dying of want, and the viper I have warmed to my breast betraying my child's child to ruin. This is more than I can stand, men; I cannot bear it another instant. Show me this scoundrel, and I'll put a bullet through his black, villainous heart. Come, I must see him." "Hum, glad to hear it. Guess your tatner will De glad to Know it, too. Don't you think so?" If "I don't know, doctor. He seems to have forgotten me entirely." It was about two weeks after this that Mr. Wythe acted so strangely that his assistant cutter ventured to ask him what the matter was. Beckenham drew him aside and whispered in a very confidential manner, but loud enough for every one in the shop to hear him, that he was engaged to be married. This proved a thunderbolt for those who knew him, and they wondered who it could be he was going to marry, but he made no bones of telling she was a widow, and a very plump and handsome one at that. For all of the happy prospect, Beckcnham did not lose his air of melancholy, although his appearance of dejection seemed to pass away in a measure. "No, he hasn't, though. I've heard from him since I was here." "Have you? What did you hear?" Mary cried eagerly. ii *f rhich ran up the legs of the tower, am In Chicago the railways come almost into the center of the city on the north, west and south, and when you have bathed your features, and looked under the bed for a burglar, and rummaged the drawers of the dressing case for forgotten hosiery and the bric-a-brac of departed guests, the porter knocks softly at your door and wheels in on a rubber tired truck your welcome trunk. It is a very great comfort and delight. •'Will you kindly tell us," said the eldtr of the two, "how to reach Fourth avenue aud Twenty-first street?" "Certainly, madam. Walk right up this street six blocks, turn to your left, walk two and there you are," and he waved them up Broadway as confidently as if the globe would not need to be traversed before Fourth avenue and Twen tv-first street could be reached by that route. Now, Beckenham Wythe wa» a man who had soured on women as on teverything else. It was little wonder, for women are not usually attracted to such woebegone beings as Mr. Wythe, and they were not apt to return smiling glances for his sour ones. The women and girls who worked for him in bia little shop usually had as little to say to him as possible, ami he repaid thom by only speaking to them in an unusually unpleasant manner—as if his customary manner were not biid enough! It was all Scraggs and rthe doctor could do to get the old man quieted down, but at last they succeeded in inducing him to listen to reason, and Scraggs unfolded his plan of procedure. "Oh, not much. He lovesyou, though, as well as he ever did, and I think we'll get him out here before long." "Oh, doctor, do you think so, indeed?" "Yes, I do. In fact I know it." "Pearson is going to Green's to-night after the girl, and we must arrange to get there before him. We can never see him here, for he will be in hiding, but we can head him off there. For fear he may get there before us and miss us on the road, I will have men on the watch for him at the depot with instructions to detain him if he comes back there. In that way everything will be safe, and we'll catch him somewhere in the round." "When will he come?" "Why, pretty soon, I expect. Next week or to-morrow, or he might come to-night." ITlileb One ITu Kept. "Oh, doctor, he's here now. I know he is from your looks. Where is he? Let me see him quick." TIIE END DREW NEAR. There were two little kittens, a blark and a Last week I met a man 011 the train who got even with me in a way I despise. He had been my guest once at home for a week, and I certainly tried to make it pleasant for liim during that time. He remained at the house as much the proprietor as I was. He got up when he felt like it in the morning, and his breakfast was ready for him. We saved out the tender corner of the steak for him, and though we didn't always like to do it, we refused the second joint of the fowl because we knew he liked it and his nerves were not quite strong, being sort of a genius—the kind of genius that does not think it has to be responsible; the kind of intellectual child wonder that ignores the dull detail of receipted bills and a just equivalent to people who have no genius. '•'Thank you so much," chorused the two women gratefully, starting off as directed, exactly as they should not go. their kindness and unselfish attentioni augmented rather than diminished his sorrows, since they only too plainly reminded him of the (Treat sin of his life, lie never spoke of his wife during all his illness, and it appeared that he had forgotten her. All his talk was of his daughter and licr mother, and over and over again he accused himself of hia neglect of them. (fray And grandmamma tiald, with a frown. "It will never do to keep them both. The block one we'd better drown. Next to Mr. Wythe's boarding-house Btood a little white cottage which had been purchased by a widow. The widow seemed to lDe an exception to the usual run of women, for she sat at the window and smiled at Beckenham as he passed with his dog skulking along at his heels. At first he paid no attention to it, but the widow persisted, and he was obliged to notice her after a time. But he thought she was making sport of him, and he returned her smiles with his raost sour glances. Still the widow was not daunted, for she retained her position at the window and continued to smile upon him. At that moment the door opened 'and the old man entered. tottered across the floor and with the words, "My child," sank on his knees by the bedside and laid his head close by his daughter's and in silence wept. The chorus of "The Undertakers' Picnic*' was softly resumed, but the whistlei strolled slowly down to a policeman on the next block. "Don't cry, my dear"-to tiny Bern. "One kitten's enough to keep: Now ran to nurse. for His growing late. And time you were fast asleep.'- At length the wedding occurred, but the very next morning after the event Beckcnham appeared at the shop, looking ten-fold more miserable and wretched than ever before in all his life. When his cutter asked him the cause of the sudden and unexpected change, he confided to him that his "plump and handsome" wife had literally ''taken herself all to pieces," from her false teeth and hair, to the padding that gave her the plump appearance. The shock had quite unnerved him, and he was tortured by the suspicion that she had thrown the kitten Into the hogshead of water for the express purpose of tolling him into her clever matrimonial trap, which she had baited with smiles. "Say, if I went six blocks up here and turned two to the left, where would 1 This proposition was readily agreed td by all, and then Scraggs continued: The morrow dawned, and rosy and sweet Cama tittle Hess from her nap; The nurse said. "Go Into mamma's room And look In grandma's lap.*' "We want to get away from here without attracting attention, so while Dr. Bascom conducts Mr. Blatchford to his house to await us, Paul and I will secure a carriage and drive out that way. From the doctor's house we will proceed to Green's. Now, let's get out of here and begin to move." The doctor motioned them all from the room, and with noiseless step they obeyed him, leaving father and child alone together. It was a pitiable sight to see the once proud, cold old man, now kneeling in deep contrition at the side of the one he had so deeply wronged, and it was a beautiful thing to see how readily the wronged child's heart went out in forgiveness and love to the aged parent—forgetting in a moment all her sufferings, and all his neglect and coldness. It was a sight that touched every one present, and even Scraggs, who was considered adamantine at heart, was seen to withdraw a little to one side and mop his eyes vigorously several times. lam "Thank God, thank God," he said one day, "I have been spared to meet my child and win her forgiveness. Thank God that I am pD rmitted to die under her roof and with her face near me." iighth avenue and Thirty-fourth D » "Come here." said grandmamma with • •mil*. From the rocking cliatr where she sat. "God has sent yoa tv»-o little sisters. Now what do you think of that?" ON THE EIFFEL TOWER. it Twi strei .iiywiiere near Fourth avenue and Inty-first street?" ionr miles." directed two women there." o reach Fourth avenue?" ep." "Been long in New York?" asked the policeman, looking suspiciously at the cinAbrs. "fFonr hours. Came in on an excursion from Pittsburg." ' j What are you directing people around [when you don't know anything your- the solemn ramble of the other elevators, the rush of the wind past your face and the chill of the thin air about you, with here and there a nice cool cloud in sight, and you may have a very fair idea of how one felt on the tower of '89. At last the end came, and the poor old man who had Wrecked his life through a terribly mistake, slept the sleep of the dead. Whatever his reward beyond the grave, we know not. He went into the hands of a just God and his re Dvard was in accordance with justice and right. lie had suffered the tortures of a thousand deaths in those few days following the terrible awakening to the wrongs of his life. Bess looked at the babies a moment. With their wee heads, yellow and brown. And then to grandmamma soberly said, "Which one are yoa going to drown?" -Fashion Bazar. Within a surprisingly short time Scraggs had completed all his arrangements, and with his companions was "Homely old thing!" exclaimed Mr. Wythe to himself. "Skinny neck and You have seen such a genius. It ex- i(is in every profession. He is the kind of man who walks over the prostrate bodies of his friends and regards Lis wife as a misguided being who has been mercifully permitted to stand around and admire him and reach up under his vest for a stray suspender that he cannot get hold of. He does not hold himself amenable to the laws which govern other people. Being a genius, he takes three pieces of pie and then expects the family to sit up j-.ll night and hold his head for him. Chicago, however, could not calmly sit down apd say: "We will let it go that way. Your hand is good. Take the ante and everything else." It would not be like her. So she will build a tower the flagpole of which will extend 1,120 feet into the sky. Elevators will run from the bottom to the top without change of cars, and have an immense carrying capacity, so that those who wish to ascend will not have to wait long for the opportunity. fbesutpmer winds la sniftln' round the bloornin' locus' trees. For a Discouraged Farmer. "He is happy again," said the cutter, aside, "for he has now acquired a genuine misery that will be continually with him."—Yankee Blade. And the clover in the pastur' Is a big day for the bees. And they's been a-swlggin' honey above board and on the sly. fori sell After awhile they all went back into the room to find the father and daughter more calm and collected, and after John had welcomed Blatchford and they had shaken hands and buried the past, the doctor said: There is not much more to tell, and a few more pages will end this story. Till they stutter in their buzzin' and stagger as they fly MI always do know. When I don't know I make a bluff," said the gentleman from Pittsburg, with dignity. "Them women didn't know me; odds was two to one; they took 'em and lost That's all. The walkin around here," he added,- eying the Broadway trench meditatively, "ain't Al, but I reckon them women, with a day's start, will get there if they hustle. Wot's the matter with this street, anyhow? Borin for gas? More hole than gas, ain't there, so far? Where's Coney Island?"—Ne*v York Tribune  —That Was Why He Left—Trivvet— "Are you still boarding at Widow Small's?" Dicer-—"Xo, I have left/' Trivvet—"Is that so"? I thought you said she promised to treat you as one of the family." Dicer—"That was the trouble. She did."—Inter Ocean. Paul and Louise were married shortly afwr the scenes just described, and set up housekeeping in a home of tnelr own next door to Dr. Bascom's. Paul went into the old doctor's practice, and being a kind, sympathetic man, succeeded from the first in making himself a popular physician. To-day he is one of the most successful physicians in the west, and has succeeded in laying b.y enough of this world's wealth to place his wife and two children, a boy and a girl, above any danger of want. They's been a heap o' rain, but'the sun's out today. And the clouds of the wet spell Is all cleared away. "Well, Scraggs, we have done all the harm we can, so we may as well go. I expect our room would be more valuable than our company." And the woods Is all the greener and the grass Is greener still; it may rain again lomorry. but I don't think it will. Some say the crops is ruined, and the corn's drowned out. The tower will have a seating capacity of 25,000 people, and there will be a large number of spirited restaurants of the English, French, German, Italian and American style. The prices have not been fixed yet, nor the. menus printed, but they will probably be high enough to please those who have been living at Delmonico's for the past lew years. He is the horrw of business men, the bete noir of commonplace people. He has been spoiled by a little notice in the paper, and should be bedded down every night with barley straw and fed on corn in the ear. Genius is a good thing, so I am told, and I do not despise it myself, but when it is made to take the place of common decency and snaps its fingers at friendship, I would rather not see any signs of it in my children. His Limited Knowledge. How easy he could learn. Oh! He'd read Dante's Inferno And other works of Action and of mythologic i lore. "You must not go, doctor," cried Mary, "until I have thanked you for what you have done." "Pshaw, pshaw, Mrs. Green, 1  done anything. It was Scraggs who brought this about." And prophasy the wheat will be • failure without doubt; But the kind Providence that has never failed us yet To say he'd read until he had Digested Uomer'siliad Would tell but very Uttle of the knowledge he'd in store. Dr. Bascom does little practice now, but he still takes a great interest in Paul's work and often spends the evenings with Paul's family, and ho and Bascom Markham, Paul's boy, are great friends. Paul and Louise are always glad to have the old doctor come, and no matter how often he calls he is sure of a smile of welcomc from both of them. Will be on hand onc't more at the 'leventh boar, 1 bet! Vamily Cares. "It wasn't," said Scraggs, "it was Bascom."SHE SAT AT THE WINDOW AND SMILED, The extreme top platform will be occupied by well known speakers from abroad, who will make a few remarks. Mr. Sam Jones has been spoken to regarding this matter. He will be followed by several potentates, who will epeak on important questions, interspersed by music, brief addresses by the president of the United States and Marshall P. Wilder. A LITTLE TOO OJTE-SIDED. Does the meadow lark complain as he swims high and dry Through the waves of tho wind and the blue of the sky? corkscrew curls! Still she has a remarkably fine set of teeth, and she shows tliom in a really bewitching He possessed a Webster head. And of him it could be said. That his powers of oratory to such extent were so Developed you'd declare If * You heard him on the tariff That he equaled old Demosthenev or learned Cicero. moving rapidly in the direction of John Green's place It lacked but a, lew minutes of eight o'clock when the carriage rolled down the long slope in front of the cabin, and Louise from her position at the window hearing the rumble of the vehicle and the clatter of the horses' feet, felt that the most trying moment of her life was at hand. She had no other thought than that Pearson was coming, and at this near approach of the climax of her sacrifice, she found herself unable to bear up longer. Her fortitude forsook her and she laid her head down on the window sill and wept. But quickly recovering she left the house and ran to the place of meeting Pearson had mentioned, and there waited for the carriage. "Come, Scraggs, you know better than that. It was you who sent the telegram." This man was one whose work I had admired. I could not see how his heart could be otherwise than pure and unselfish. His words had called up the tenderness which is common in the hearts of all, even in the coarse nature of the funny man. I read his beautiful lines, and I said to myself: "Here is one whose soul is all aglow with divine sunshine. He lives ia a perpetual Indian summer of gladness, and the birds and the angels love to associate with him." Does the quail sot op and whistle In a disappointed way, Er hang his head In silence and sorrow all the day? manner. "Well, it was you who did the rest. It was you wfco managed the broken limb, and without tlfot what would the balance have amounted to?" Poor, unsophisticated Beckenham! He never thought to question the genuineness of the widow's particular Is the chipmunk'* health a failure? Does he walk or does he ran? Don't the buzzards ooze around up there, Just like they've alias done? Is there anything the matter with the rooster's lungs or voice? On matters scientific His knowledge was terrific; He bad works from many authors who had captured rank and fame; But admit you'll 'tis burning Shame—this man of mighty learning Couldn't tell a three base hitter at the festive baseball game. charm, "Well, we won't quarrel," said the doctor. "So you m«y thank whom you please, Mcs. Green. Now we'll leave you, promisingto call again to-morrow. Good night." Scraggs, true to his resolve, soon found a purchaser for Green's land, and with the proceeds, which was a neat little sum, John set up in business at Magic City. John was anxious to leave the farm, for though the seasons became more regular and crop failures almost unknown, he felt that he was not designed for farm work, and his past experience with it gave him a thorough distaste for it. In liis new occupation he succeeded fairly well, and was in time quite well to (lo. He regained his old time life and energy, and Mary became as bright as cheerful as a girl. Gradually the remembrances of those old bitter days, when they contended against drouths, posts and mortgages, faded out, and they could look back on the past without a shudder. The widow's courage was wonderful, for during1 four lonC weeks she never failed to be at the window (fay by "day when Mr. Wythe passed, and sh'e continued to swap her smiles for his sour looks. It was not long before he found hi.tiself unable to pass the little white cottage without looking for the widow, and, although ho did not know it, he would have lieen terribly disappointed if she had failed to be at her post by the window. Each elevator will be able to carry fifty people at a high rate of speed, enabling the tourist to feel that delightful sensation at the pit of the stomach which he does when his ocean steamer falls out from beneath his feet for a moment and he is temporarily deprived of the use of his two dollar luncheon, while his stomach feels as it might if it had suddenly resigned. Ort a mortal be cumplalnln when dumb animals rejoice? Then let as, one and all, be contented with our lot; — Atlant* Constitution. "Good night, and God bless you," replied Green, and taking the doctor's hand. "And you, too, Scraggs. God bless you both." His soul was all aglow .with sunshine wheu things went his way, but when they did not It was aglow with a red reflection from the great coke works where the worm dieth not and the fire department is an ignominious failure. I would not advise a tender, trusting girl to marry a genius like that. Marry a plain, openfaced mechanic who is willing to submit to the laws which govern humanity in general, rather than the spoiled pet of a pelt hunting public which adores at a distance and despises at short range. Select one who is willing to give blow for blow, smile for smile and dollar for dollar wherever he goes; a man who does not live in the artificial warmth of a silly adoration, who is not perpetually yearning for another curtain call, whose morbid and boundless appetite for praise takes at a gulp the simple devotion of a wife and children and howls for more and more. The Jane Is here this morning and the sun U shining hot Oh. let as Oil oar hearts with the glory of the day, A Hunting Tale. John and Mary had not been informed of the lull import of Blatcliford's timing, and they were totally ignorant of everything relative to Pearson's conduct to Xouisc. They only knew that Blatchford had been brought to his daughter with a repentant and forgiving heart, and they had no suspicion of their child's narrow escapc from a terrible fate. The doctor and Scraggs thought it best to keep that matter secret, and accordingly agreed to say nothing about it. They arranged to call on the morrow to further confer with Blatchford on matters of business, and then drove away. And banish ev'ry doubt and care and sorrow far awayl Whatever be oar station, with Providence for guide. It is singular how selfishness and jobbery will stick out at times even in a big, patriotic undertaking like the World's fair. The other day I visited tb« grounds where a crew of men were working on a sort of grade or embankment or something of that kind. Evidently they had decided to make a present of a new shovel to one of their number, and so, as they steadily threw the soil up on the bank, carefully looking the other way, they were covering up by degrees a handsome new shovel, owned by the contractor. At eventide I suppose they went and got it out. Uncle Mose—Whar has yer been? I hain't seed yer in a coon's age. A moment later it drew up, stopped, and a man sprang out. He was at Louise's side in an instant and had his arms about her, and she felt her senses receding when a well-known voice spoke her name. Such fine circumstances ort to make us satisfied;The widow had a pet cat that was destined to add a still greater misery to Beckenham Wythe's life. One day his dog pursued the cat till It ran up a tree, lustantly the widow appeared in the greatest concern for the safety of tier pet. She rushed out at the door, crying shrilly to the dog: Mrs. Crow—I don't git no time ter go out. Dar's always sumfin to keep me busy. If it ain't de cows it's de pigs, and if it ain't de pigs it's de childrens.— I'exas Siftings. For the world Is full of roses and the rones fall of dew. And the dew Is full of beavealy love that drip* for me an4 you. -James Whitcoinb Riley. "Oh, Paul, Paul!" she cried, "is it you?" "It is, darling," Paul replied, "and yon are safe, thank God," and again and again he strained her to his breast and kissed her. No U*e. "Go way, sir, go way! Oh, he wiU kill poor l'ansy! Shoo! Go way!" Let the curtain fall Over her pall- That is all. One IVomaUi It was a long time before they knew of the great sacrifice Louise proposed making for their bakes in those old, dark days, and when finally the knowledge came to them they could only prize her a little more highly as a precious jewel, the brightest and best possession of their lives. Wheii Mr. David Dear, winner of the queen's prize at Bisley, was a law student he once attended an "at home." On the servant asking his name he replied, "David Dear." The girl blushed and said, "Yes, yes, but what is your other name, sir?" He assured her he had no other name. But it was of no use; the servant knew better, and announced liim as "Mr. David."—Exchange. Slie picked up a small stone and threw It at tne dog, but, with the usual accuracy of a woman, she managed to hit Mr. Wythe on the leg. Beckenham was not a man given to profanity, so he did not swear, but he lifted up his foot and said over something, while he hopped about on the other foot. It was really a comical sight, and it was little wonder that the widow tittered as she apologized. But the injured man made no reply. Calling his dog, he moved away down the street, limping slightly, and looking more miserable and dejected than usual. She had no glorious name; Hers was the humbler fame To lire In solitude, Unwrit, and there do good, As women do Whoso lives are true, Whose hearts are wrung. Whose nerves unstrung; Who suffered every ill And yet are still. "See here," cried the old doctor as he came tumbling out of the carriage, "it seems to me like that is a little too one sided. You have no right to monopolize things, Mark 1 Lam, and by your leave I'll take one or two of those kisses." "This is a nice piece of business for a money lender to be engaged in," remarked the doctor as they drove back to Magic City. "You have forfeited your right to your occupation, Scragg6, and have disgraced your calling, by showing that you have a heart. I shaA report you, sir." We are all prone to consider the effect of all our moves upon our own future, eve» while looking for light and trying to be governed by the pufest motives. A little boy whose papa was a clergyman was asked by a neighbor ouce if his father had decided to accept a call to preach at Minneapolis at an advance of $200 per year salary. The lad said he did not know. His father was praying for light, but most of the things were packed. Scraggs continued in his old occupation of selling real estate and booming his town, and much credit was due him for the wonderful growth of Magic City in the years that followed. The-person who goes to Magic City now may see a little old man, wiry and nervous, sitting at his desk in lfls office surrounded by a fine display of agricultural products, busily at work on some scheme for advancing his town's interests. That man is Scraggs. lie is always at work, and his work is always for his town. To Scraggs, and men like him, the west owes much of its prosperity. It is such as he who make booms and cause tovens and cities to spring up like magic. They turn waste places into gardens, and deserts into prosperous communities. "My father is a splendid shot," said Willie. "He fired at a snipe with a shotgun the other day and hit the bird in thirty-three different places." "What did he do with the bird?" "Sold him for old lead."—New York Herald. Very few men of unusual ability and genius are firm friends or domestic saccesses. Why is it? "Take them and welcome, doctor, if Louise is willing, for you saved her for me." In my judgment it is for the simple reason that in the matter of praise they finally get to preferring quantity rather than quality. They would rather get a column of the most obvious rot than a paragraph of genuine indorsement. They need it by the bale and so they must fill up on the cheap and non-nutritious taffy of strangers, when if their taste had not been destroyed by gorging, a valuable simile from a valued friend would go farther than the ringing applause of a thoughtless multitude. "All right, doctor," said Scraggs, "and I'll retaliate by reporting yon to the medical profession." Travers—I got so well acquainted with a girl at Block island this year that when I was going away she offered to pack my trunk. Wanted It. She watered the years With her tears; Her hands were ever Rtretched to bl«M Some one in greater wretchedness, If such there were. She did not ask: She only knew her task And did it; not as any man- Only as God and woman can. "Ah, you blessed old doctor," Louise cried as she flew into his arms. "How much I have to thank you for." "Report me? What have I done?" For several dayB after this, Beckenham did not glance toward the w idow's cottage as he passed, but when he did venture to steal a look toward it, he found the widow at the window smiling upon him as before. However, he fancied there was a regretful sadness about her smile. Not Unlikely. "Tut, tut, child," the old man said, quickly, as he drew lys hand across his eyes. "Let's not be foolish. Here, Markham, she's yours; take her and slear out. Here, Louise, come back here. There's another here who wants to see you. Here's your grandfather, Blatchford. And here's Scraggs. Confound it all! Scraggs is the man for you to thank. It was him that saved yow from Pearson: but you mustn't kiss Scraggs, for he's bashful." "I shall inform the world that you kept a patient in bed a week under the impression that he had a broken limb when he had only sustained a slight sprain " Dashaway—How fortunate! let her? Did you Pipkin (addressing captain of ocean liner)—How long will it take us to reach the other side? Travers—No. The hotel objected.— Clothier and Furnisher. It is so too often with all of us. We try to be governed by the purest motives, but how often we ask for divine guidance while packing our things! Let the curtain fall Over her pall - That is all. Captain—Six days, if we don't have any trouble with the boilers. Pipkin—But if we do have trouble? Captain—We may get there a goo'J deal sooner.—New York Herald. —W. H. Lamptoo. jf Both of those old fellows laughed immensely at their witticisms, and kept up their chat and their mirth until they reached their destination. They were in great spirits that night, as well they might be, for they had witnessed a world of happiness, and joy is always contagious. They were Knowledge Costs Money, Chicago has several distinct advantages over New York which strike a traveler at once. One of them is the rapidity with which one gets his baggage in Chicago. When you land in New York or approach the city a well informed and talented gentleman carrying a large mass of echoing brasses on Children of tfce Week. Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is born for woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child must work for a living. But the child that is born on the Sabbath da; lu bonnie and happy, and wealthy and gay. —Popular Superstitious. Irate Patron—See here, sir, I dropped a nickel into this machine and nothing came out. "She's not such a very bad-looking woman after all," he told himself. "Indeed, the more I see of her the better she looks. She has a plump figure, for all of that thin neck. She might make a good wife for some man, but a man I saw my gifted friend last week, and somehow as we rode along on the train it seemed to occur to him that he ought to "get even with" me in some way for past hospitalities. I did not look at it in that way, but he did. Agent—If nothing came out that  it's empty. Oood Is Permanent. What is excellent. As Qod lives, is permanent; Hearts are dust; hearts' loves remain. Hearts' loves will meet again. It transpired after Blatchford's death "But what do I get for my nickel?" "Information."—Good News.