Pittston Gazette

              Oldest NewsDaDer in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTOX. LUZERNE CO.. PA., Kill DAY, 'ANUARY IS. 18C12. BlT*8UMIKI)f««. I VOL. VI.J I.'Xa. IS. f AWeeKly Local and Familv lournal. I" " r"."„ " Lucy's affection for Olive was evidently real and earnest. When Mrs. Hooper came in and busied herself at the teatable, she did not disturb the liiirmony of the hour. She was a woman of few words, and although Michael was an Eastmeon boy and she had known him from babyhood, she did not harass him with those recollections of old days which lie so much disliked. and Luc aed to } *% .. . ; of its poems that sparkled and glowed with immortal light and beauty. Some of our brightest memories are shut up, I believe, in the dimmest nooks and corners of the world!'' NYE IX WASHINGTON. for six months, the American minister attending a royal donkey party with his pantaloons tied down over the legs of his Ik »ot s to keep the snow out and rabbit skin ear tabs sewed on his Mk'kinaw hat would naturally injure the social standing of our nation with foreign powers. coiikl nevi One or two sliglfl. t -ndrils were outlined darkly and delicately upon t!i t c background. ::nCl once or t CKOOK AND KELLY. 'tie s worm several million at tne least. "Strange, isn't it?" a C "What's strange?' •ev/ Do t HE MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A PORTER WHO HAS MONEY. "Why, his step is light, and he seeuia to be iu good health." "Oh, he is." mW:% trembled at the b all) of a Olive looked at her in silent surprise. The beautiful worn face had grown jQung' again; the eyes were shining. HOW THE TWO UNION GENERALS Vi'v \*Dv wind. OH'. ' s.t silently on her stool bv the coii"li her hands were clashed WERE CAPTURED, I 1 r lie J gone "But you love Lucy?" slie asked, after a pause. ic country, don't yon, A VKit III the Senate Wing of the C upl- "There are no rings under hiseyes and tiis hair is not prematurely gray." "Not a ring. Why, he enjoys life." "He looks it. He doesn't seem to have any nervous trouble either." "He hasn't. His nerves are as Strang as anv one's." k kS ulr Duty V -'*j£f pmurr i^kuaiKcr&-Rfi«DQUDNEX.  S^l round lipr out after hrr 1 ivcf, tr: vMi J" avxov tiDl-An Authorilxtive AC count of the Here dwelt Sir Bnlwer Lvtton, who wrote hia most celebrated iDoem, "Lucille, on this ground. Colonel John Hay lives across Sixteenth street, so also does Henry Adams, a grandson of John Quincy Adams. They W»re Taken from Their Red* in On the whole it was a happy teadrinking, arid Michael was in high good humor when he rose to go. Olive went with him a little way. He had to walk five miles to I'etersfield railway station; but the evening was fresh and sweet, and every bit of the old road was well known to him. 1S D liiliuiKpfev "Yes." Lucy*s face grew pnlo and still again. "Yes. it is pood to be here. I feel that I am resting before 1 go to AC-C-iClC-nt That ISH.ll tiie Humorist in Cumberland, Mil., by a Couple of Dur- ing Ranger* Who Imitated the Tactlei rr^ M isslssippi of Motiby. rest." ICopyriulit, ltttt, by Edgar \V. Nye.] The death of General Benjamin F. Kelly recalls vividly to mind one episode in his career which has been strangely overlooked in all that has been written regarding his life and army experiences during the past few days—his capture in Cumberland, MCf., in company with General Crook, during the month of February, 1864. "I wish you would not talk so," Olive said, with tears {fathering in her large brown eyes. "Lately I have thought you better, denr; and Michael told me that you were not as ill as 1 had led him to suppose. You could talk and laugh with him, and it made me happy Washington, January "I should take him for a jovial, generous man too." We have jnst formed the acquaintance of a colored porter, who was kind enough to tell me his i»ersonal history. It seems that he has been engaged in his present business and associated with Sir Pullman for fifteen years. He has made probably no more money than other porters, but he has been more judicious and economical in his use of it. The result is that he owns a bnilding site in Washington valued at $."D,000, and will build this seasou a house worth $o,000. All this ho has made by sweep- Imagine, if you please, the mighty contrast between the Washington of the present—full of elegance, refinement, diffic ult words, settled up with a nice class of iDeople like Mr. Blaine—compare, 1 say, the Washington of today, where 1 sit, environed by everything that can environ one: compare. 1 say, such a city with the low, wet, snipe infested flats where once the rank thistle nodded in the wind, and the low, somewhat vulgar Indian, on whom there is nothing but a shell necklace and a jag. We live, indeed, in a rapidly growing age, an age of wonderful development. And this reminds me, though possibly the reader may not see exactly how, of a young man whom I met in the cars of the justly celebrated Richmond and Danville railroad yesterday. He said that the practical education of yonng people of both sexes was a subject which he thought ought to be looked into. IN &KDK{AhCiaiH£r^ "That's just what he is. He doesn't know what it ieto be small or mean." "And he's really rich?" "Indeed he is." "ii- ***** ——— f : • z^0 -ote:A had not been the man that 1 am?' The lovers stood still in the pleasant lane between the budding hedges and said good-by. lie looked down into the strong brown light of her eyes, and felt that he loved her better thau any girl ho had ever seen in his life; and he was contented with her firm belief in him. The wind stirred a few curly brown locks that had escaped from their pint; and he smoothed them with a togtiweiand. She was so lovely and fresnaflw trustful that he would have given anything, just then, to have carried her back to London to brighten his hard-working life there. "Oh, 1 know that yon can do anything, Michael." said her earnest lips and eyes. "But poor Aaron is devoted to you, and he is such a go-.td fallow." The second looked after the man with evident interest. CHAPTER L OLIVE AS1) MICHAEL. |UE old church of Eastmeon, in Hampshire, stands clo&e trntler » h ig h, preen hill that"4 rises far above its spire. The village lies in a valley, a place little known to tonrists, shut in from the march of the times by its soft, enfold- to sec you so bright." "1 would do a great deal to make you happy," Luey answered, stroking the girl's smooth cheek. "And now that the spriug has come, Olive; 1 shall bepin to teach you ray craft. You must £0 out to-morrow and gather "Neither worn out by his chase after riches, nor made cold, hard and graspingj" he said. "He's the first of the kind I've ever seen. How in the world did he get rich?"—Chicago Tribune. "Well, Olive, we can't discuss liis excellence now," replied Mieliael, standing upright. "It's nearly time for me tC- .jfow are going to give me a . . •» ;"«a iir^t." "Well. Mrs. Hooper Will give .von tho cupof tea," she said, keeping back a sigh. "You will like her tei\ better than ours. .She is very good to me, and I want you to see my friend, Lucy Cromer." IS The man who headed the party and who personally took charge of General Crook is still living in the little town of Millwood, in Clarke county, Va. His name is J. L. Van Diver, and he still pursues the occupation of a blacksmith, with a side issue of veterinarian, or, as he is generally called, "horse doctor." Van Diver, who is now an old man, delights in tolling the story of that night raid into Cumberland, when the two generals were taken from their beds and carried back iatb jfce Confederate lines. It runs about like this: HE WANTED A FAVOR. Knots of Cowers, buils and crarlunds say.' "My finders have not lost t'leir old cunning, and I know that 1 shall have a Itut When He Found the Man Oat Be quic! upil." I SL. i A traveler for a New York dry goods house was in the smoking car of a train on an Ohio railroad when a horny handed young fellow came in for a smoke and sat down beside him. The young man felt looked happy, and pretty *.K»n he remarked: v Wilted. "ARE VOIT LOCKING I.MO MY FUTURE?" Olive moved from he t a n't sank /X : I ■ // /// MVl I "Lucy Cromer? Oh. ah, yes, that's the niece who has eome to live with her," he answered as they moved away from the gate. "Good-by, dearest Olive," he said, "I wish there could be no more parting, But you know I am working for you. Good-by, darling, once more."' through the dusk to the great city- Site almost started when Lucy spoke  What words were these her friend was down on her knees w i her head on "I)o something ol.-c entreated. "Try to love Michael for Lucy's breast for r she This was one of those moments which live on through a life-time. Olive feasted on that farewell for many a day afterwards. For a few seconds she stood where he had left her, and then turned homewards, half happy and half sad. Some birds were flying across the sky; there was a faint tinkle of sheep-bells from the downs, and the peace of the Sabbath evening seemed to soothe and still her heart. "When yon are in London, Olive, you will be glad that 3'ou oncj had a home in the country. Von ranst not lot anythii*g come between yon and your sweet memories. You must not drop your habit of watching the clouds and the changing lights and shades, even when you have lost your old green fields. Don't take 1 he world into your saving? my sake. Try to see him with my eyes and feel for him with my heart ing downsD It is a district of babbling waters, and fresh winds that eomc blowing' freely across the far-reaching' slopes; a vale of pleasant lights and faint shadows, full of sweetness ami restful culm. On the other side of the quiet road there were two cottages sheltered tinder one bread roof of thatch. Their walls were covered with moss and weather-stains, and the little diainond-panod casements were set in wreaths of creepers. And, although there was as yet no wealth of foliage to dress up the lowly dwellings with hummer beauty, they had the picturesque charm that belongs especially to places rustic and decayed. Last winter he boarded at the same house with a bright young school mistress whose intelligence was out of all proportion to 'jer extreme youth, for she haCl read and claimed that she con Id explain, with the use of blocks, one of Mr. Browning's earlier poems. Van Diver was attached to a band oi Confederates known as O'Neill's Rangers, whose methc followed about upon the same plan as those pursued by Mosby. These rangers were aware of the fact that Mosby had gone to Fairfaj Court House in the night ami hud i aki-n Colonel Stoughton from his bed, auc they conceived the idea that they could enter the city of Cumberland, when there were 8,000 Federal troops stationed, and bring out the two Federal generals. Two young Confederates belonging to the rangers' command lived in Cumberland, and had been in the habit of making tripe in and out through the lines. These two were Johnny Fay and Sprigg Linn, and they devised the plan. "I heard some one saying you waa from New York." Lucy smoothed the brown hair away from the young face anil soothed her with loving \v-;r;!s, us though she had been a little child. This woman, who was going out of the world, pitied the other, who had to tread the old, thorny path. She had been left upon the road alone; some had hastened on before, some had loitered anil stayed behind; the hand that had clasped hers had suddenly loosed its hold, and then she had stumbled blindly on in utter anguish and desolation; but that misery.-too, had passed away. All that remained to her now was peace; the end Was near; the tired feet had only a little way farther to go. 'Yes." • Drummer, ain't you?" "Yes." "Bin around a good deal, I 'spose?" "Well, I've been traveling for fifteen ve:irs." There are still some people living here who hare only seen the sea from their hill-tops, and have never traveled by railway in their lives. The Meori, a a bnsy little rivulet, goes running briskly all about the village, winding here and biding there, reappearing in the most unexpected spots, and mixing itself up in all the affairs of the place. It turns thirteen mills, and meddles •with the concerns of a good many other villages before it pours its restless tideinto the Solent at last. Noticing that the young man of whom I have spoken was wearing at the time a pair of trousers around the heels of which a slight lambrequin seemed to be forming, she suggested, as they became better acquainted, that as she had been taught very thoroughly in all branches of needlework she would bo most happy to repair the trousers at any time when his business Was such that he would not actually need them. soul "Shoo! You must have seen a heap. Say, I've got a sort of favor to ask of you." The Trorld fa too much witli us: l ite and soon. Getting anil spending, v.m lay waste our There was a large piece of ground, half flower-garden and half kitchengarden, in front of the two cottages; and the only division between the gardens was a row of flints showing out white against the dark mold. At one of the doors stood a young woman, with.a fresh, modest face, who hold out her hand timidly "as Michael approached. He greeted her with an air of friendly patronage. OH A PTE K II. pow "Well?" "What do you think of him?" said Olive, looking up at Lucy Cromer, with a bright eager face. "no Ton UJVE HIM, BECAUSE I DO." It is often so with those who go to dwell in great cities, and earn their bread there; they lose all their early communion with nature, and forget how well they knew her when they THE I-OUTER. "I'm engaged to a gal in the next car, I'm goin with her down to Medina. She's the all fcredest purtiest gal in four counties, and I know she loves me, but"  ing the aisle of the car and then dusting oft each passenger at twenty-tive cents per |xDp. He would he well fitted, and is thoroughly qualified. to act as conductor, and. in fact, has educated a score of new conductors, but his color is agin him. He told me that in the north he con Id act as conductor if the company saw tit lo appoint him, but in the south he would be unable to enforce his authority.The elder girl was lying on the couch, and the younger sat on a stool by her side. They were alone together in the little room, and the evening light, shining through the small panes imbedded in lead-work, rested softly on Lucy's worn features and Olive's nut-brown head. The day was were young. Some day, dear, 3 011 may be thankful to General Crook bad just been assigned to the command of the department which embraced Cumberland, and had relieved the late General R. F. Kelly. General Kelly had not yet left the city, and was stripping at the St. Nicholas hotel, while General Crook had bis headquarters at the Revere House. Or* that February night they slept in fancied security without the slightest idea that there were Confederates within striking distance who would be bold enough tt make any attempt to enter the town Van Diver and his band were about twenty-seven miles from Cumberland, The snow, he says, was two feet deep when they started down the valley and crossed the south branch of the Potomac. They forded the river in the running ice and slush, and the water was high enough to wet every man. They captured the first pickets with which they came in contact, and by stringing a German soldier to the limb of a tree by a bridal rein they secured from him the countersign, which was "Bull's Gap." With this password in their possession they moved on down the connty road to Cumberland. "But what?" was April, and the time four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. A young man and a girl were standing side by side, leaning against a gate which opened into a wide field. Beyond the field, rose a 6oftly-roundod hill, half grass and half woodland; and over all there was a delicious rainy blue of the spring sky. The pair stood closc together with their hands clasped; " ' Have plimp.e* that will rna'.co ycu less forlorn.' " She would not paint a blissful picture of Olive's future and so fil 1 the Crirl's mind with false hopes; nCDr would she even promise to love Michael for her sake. And yet she talked in such a fashion that Olive forgot her dissatisfactio—a dissatisfaction which owed its origin more to Michael himself than to Lucy's lukewarm praise of him She spoke of the right way of living one's life; of sympathies that throw out tendrils and clasp other lives; of that unspeakable calm which comes to those who are true and who love truth, even if their hearts are torn with suffering. And Olive, hearing her friend speak, seemed no longer afraid of anything. She took Lucy's hand anil looked at her with grateful eyes. It is needless to say that with a beating heart he one night reached them through the sparsely opened door of his apartments and left them in her hands, to deal with as she nright see lit. 1 hesitate to go on with this account, but now that 1 have begun it 1 must not turn back. When he received the panties ho found that they had been most ingeniously mended where they needed it most, but while the trousers apparently had not suffered in any way, he found when he came to examine them that the repairs in the foyer had been made at the expense of the seating ca,pacity.That is why he says he thinks that the practical education of women, he fears, is not always in practical hands. "You know a feller is alius sort o' tta•»asy about his gal 'till he marries her. She purtends that she wouldn't even look at the president of the United States if he was a single man, but I dnnno. You can't be sure of these women." "Iiut, Lucy, 1 r.m not going to London to be forlorn'." cried-Olive, re- "flow do you do, Jane? Glad to see you looking so well," he said, and then btalked in through the other doorway. proachfully iehael is there ending in golden culm; out-of-doors the patches of velvet mo .s still held the rain-drops, and the red blossoms of the flowering currant sparkled with moisture; but the wind had died away, and there was a great pcace. "Michael is ther Lacy said, calm\ as well as for hhRHHI  yours, I sa,v agriin. don'.t take tho world into your soul. Croat artists tell u? that if they paint a landscape Without a glimpse of sky it depress cs tho gazer. Never let the sky Ik- quite shut out of your lifrt. It may boon be done, Olive: ! hare just been visiting tbo Capitol, and especially tho senate, bat did not remain long, owing to the fact that last summer during the heated term a large and prosperous Cat trawled through one of the valves of the heating apparatus of the senate, and strolling about through the catacombs of hot air pipes, at that time idle and cool, became bewildered and at last sank down helpless with a low cry. "Shall 1 perish here alone':" she exclaimed as she sat down on a cold register. "Will 110 one help me?" Hut echo alono replied. The room which he entered, followed by Olive, was very low, with a heavy beam across the ceiling. A lire was burning brightly in the prim old-fashioned little iron cage, and between the Are and the window stood a small sofa covered with faded chintz. Propped up with cushions, another young woman was sitting in the corner of the sof«; and she, too. extended her hand to Michael, but her manner was not timid as Jane's had been. "No, you can't." "May be purtendin to love you like » honse afire, aud yet be planuin to drop you for the first better looking feller who comes along. She's in the next car and Td kinder like to try her. I'm purty sure she's all light, but I'd like to know jest how she'd act if you went in and sat down beside her. I know it's askin a big favor of yon, but"  Lucy looked down with one of her faint smiles, and laid her thin hand on her friend's shoulder.. when we begin to build walls around us. we don't know how high they will rise; when we plant our frroves we can't tell how thickly they will grow. Always leave an opening through which you can see Heaven." "I think he is a most fortunate man," she said. But this answer did not please Olive at all. "Oh. Lucy," she began in a disappointed tone—"Is that all you have to say? Why. everyone else seems to think that the good fortune is on my "Oh, I'm perfectly willing to accommodate yon," interrupted the traveler, "but you mast promise to abide the consequences.""I shall never forget your words," she said. "You have mack' me feel "I am glad to see you, Mr. Chase; I have heard a great deal about you," she said in a faint, sweet voice. Olive looked at her, and was struck by the light on her wasted features. Lucy's life was widening at the close; her view of Heaven was broader than it had ever been before, and the glory that she saw was reflected on her face, which was "as the face of an angel." side." strong." People who visited the senate chamber late in the summer thought they heard a wail of distress on several occasions, but were told that it was doubtless the convulsive death struggles of some bill that had not been killed so dead as was snp|Dosed. "How?" Something in the look and air of the speaker surprised Michael so much that he lost his usual self-assurance. He stood awkwardly before Lucy Cromer for a moment, and then sat down meekly in achuir near her couch. How was it possible that this woman could Ipe the niece of plain Mrs. Hooper, who had lived in Lastmeon all her days? In her letters Olive had told him that her friend was pretty, and he liatl expected to see a commonplace little person, possessed of ordinary good looks. But no commonplace girl was here. "Do they?" Lucy's delicate lip curled slightly. "That is because they have not seen many men. I wish I could teach you to set a higher value on yourself, little one." (COSTIKCfU ) "Why, if she seems to take to tne jrca mustn't get mad and raise a row. I am ouly trying to accommodate yon, yoa know." Ellen—And what did Mr. Penman say of my article? Of course lie accepted iti but what did lie say? I'm just dying to risltsrf. "D'ye think shell take to you?" There was a look of trouble in the clear brown eyes, and then came a "Oh, Lucy," she said, in a timid tone, "I know you are much wiser than 1 am, and I sometimes fanes- that you can see farther into the future than others can. Are you looking into my future, and seeing things that you will not speak of plainly?" "Why, I can't say. She's sitting in a seat alone. I'll take my grip and walk into the car and sit right down beside her." know On opening the senate chamber, however. this session a new odor seemed to have established itself in that locality. Some thought that it came from the dead letter office, but this was found to l»e a mistake, and only recently has it lieen thoroughly settled that it is the cat, who strolled into the works of the heating apparatus while they were cool. We should learn from this that while we may go on through life enjoying ourselves, gayly entering into the pleasuras of the moment, sitting coolly and calmly ujkiu the frigid register of the present, some day the great janitor of the world's heating apparatus will close our register aud turn on the heat. We will cry out. but cry in vain, "Oh, once more give me a chance to choose a more congenial climate!" On the way they ran into a squad thirty or forty infantry, who halted them and demanded that one discount and give the countersign. They dashed into this squad and captured them, broke the guns, and, as Van Diver said, frightened them almost to death by telling them that the city of Cumberland was surrounded, and that by morning their generals would be captured. He told bis prisoners that on account of the depth of the snow he could not take them with him, but each agreed to take a verbal parole. They then rode deliberately into the town as cool as though they were Union troops, and wheu accosted informed the inquiring soldiers that they were scouts from New Creek. pause and a sigh Henry—He didn't say much of anything. except to remark that it was fall of anachronism *. "1 don't think much about myself," Olive said, at last. "Why should 1? It is much more iuteresing to think ubout him." Ellen—No? Did he say that? lie was awfully good; but I'm afraid he flutters me. Though, to be sunu, everybody who has seen it says it was splcudid.— "Then Til speak abont the weather— the scenery—ask where she is going, and so on, and the chances are that in abont ten minutes we'll be talking away like two old friends." "Yes." "Do not frighten yourself about my forecasting, my dear child," Lucy answered very tenderly. "I can foresee no trials in your life that a Urave spirit cannot live"*throrij,,,h. thily I would warn yon not to part with the very portion of yourself which will enable you to bear those trials. Keep your old trust in a Tower that is over all; listen to the voices that tell you of that peace which shall as urcdly follow the strife, "The old story," sijhed Lucy, gazing fixedly into space. A \C CSO KAXA.NO A GUU. V.T.UE STAJI*- l\G SIDE BV SIDE. • «f'* * the cian was talking, nnd the girl was watching liim while he talked, and drinking in every word with eager delight. . ' L-vtjy - Crowe* JHjffi. a UiBff. slender woman, with the kind of figure that sways and bends with a reed-like grace. •Her face was long, too; she had large gray eyes that were now preternaturally bright, a delicate aquiline nose, and fair hair which surrounded her head with a golden halo. A dark-blue wrapper, of some soft material, set off the exceeding fairness of her complexion; and, simple as the robe was, it was made in a style that is seldom seen in villages or country towns. Your first glance at Lucy sufficed to tell you her days were numbered: your second convinced you that she was waiting eagerly, perhaps impatiently, for the Boston Transcript, "L|Ut listen." cried Olive, deeply in eai"r-»ist "You can hardly reali/xrMi&t a grand noble fallow lie is. You don't belong to EnsUncon, Lucy, and you have not watched his career as we have. Even if I did not love him 1 could not fail to adnireliim. Only think, he was the son of a drunken blacksmith, and he rose by dint of sheer determination. I'wiug V w i 11 "Humph! It took me three months afore I dared ask if her ma was well!" "Then I'll gradually lead up to the subject of my lDeius» a widower,"' coutiuaed the traveler. "Ill remark how lonely I am, and how I'm thinking of marrying again, and how my second wife will have a sealskin sack, diamond earrings and & horse and carriage. If you come in and find me holding her hand you mustn't fly mad and pitch into me." "Goin to talk sealskin sack to her, eh?" "Yes. ntteu "n*1i She was a lovely girl, and her loveliness was of that rare kind which can flourish in any atmosphere without losing its natural refinement. Hers was an oval face with delicately-chiseled features, and a mouth with soft red lips exquisitely cut, Hps that were at once passionate and proud, but always tender. Her skin had that warm undert■■•noof clear brown which gives a fuller richness to any beauty. But, perhaps, it was in the large limpid brown eyes that the chief charm was found; and there was something so true and trustful in their gaze that most men wonld have forgotten tn talk and looked deep into their brown depths. Nothing, however, had ever been known to stay the tide of Michael Chase's eloquence when ho had once begun to hold forth on his favorite theme—his own plans and his admirable self. Tf?.-? STEPPED OUT. ' Do not let the world so blind and deafen you that, when sorrow comes, the true light may shine and the tme voice speak in vain. Oh, Olive, it is not trouble that is to lDe feared: it is tho loss of those, qualities in us which help us to meet trouble bravely." vjVi. .• - • :Crt- ' " Ira# ' #4 So many incorrect accounts of my recent mishap in Mississippi have been printed that I venture to offer a brief statement of the case at this time bv means of a stenographer. 1 have always had the same difficulty in convincing the reading public that 1 needed sympathy. Some years ago 1 lDecame involved in a personal difficulty with a cyclone in the north western part of the state of Wisconsin. 1 had never said auytliing derogatory to the cyclone, but in fact had rather spoken of it in a kindly spirit, and yet on that occasion 1 was caught up into the heavens and returned with thanks, not because 1 was lacking in merit, but merely because 1 seemed to lDe unsnited for the celestial columns. Our old vicar took him in hand and helped him, and lent him lDooks. Then he went to be a clerk at Petersfield, and and there he becamc acquainted with a Ocrman who taught him his language. French he had learned already from Mademoiselle, who lived at the vicarage; indeed, there is scarcely anything too hard for him; and then came a letter from Aaron Fenlake, who is a foreman in Battersby's works in London. He told Michael that Ilattersby wanted a corresponding clerk, and advised him to try for the post. And he did try and got it." Washington is the city of which we. as Americans, if we will lay aside all personal prejudices, naturally most proud. If we will lose sight of our little local boomer for a moment, we will discover that no city in the United States can approach Washington when we consider it *s a city of homes. Much has been said already by able writers and better peuiuen than 1 regarding the beautiful streets of Washington, but no one can so thoroughly enjoy them as the man whose head is stilTone grand aggregation of uoises peculiar to Broadway, a congress ot' deadly vibrations and metropolitan racket. Van Diver himself took the responsibility of securing General Crook froyi the Revere House, and to the well knowp Knykendall was assigned the duty of securing the person of General Kelly. Kuykendall took six men, and at 3:30 o'clock in the morning the scouts dismounted and coolly entered the St. Nicholas. They found General Kelly in bed, and Kuykendall, who was known to General Kelly, having been captured previously, recognized him and at once demanded his surrender. The general desired to know to whom he was surrendering, and Knykendall emphatically informed him that it was to him (Kuykendall), and him only, aud told him further that there was no time for ceremony. The general accepted the position and promptly obeyed. "And diamond earrings?" -Ye*" "But. Lney." Olive's lips were trembling, "I shall have Michael by my side, antfe he is so strong! Think of all the difficulties he has conquered: Can I be afraid of anything while he takes end "And tell her she can have regular Brussels carpet, staffed chairs and a hired gal?" There are souls in whom God accomplishes His work quite alone. Neighbors came some'.'.incs; but Lucy cared little for visits, and the simple country folk were afraid of licr. The clergyman called, and was baifled by her gentle indifference and her curious unfitness for her humble position. What was her history? Lven her aunt seemed to know very little about Lucy's life. The girl had gone to be maid to an old lady, who had taken a fancy to her and raised her to the post of companion. And then came a quarrel and c.ianges; Lucy had left her situation and had found work in a florist's shop in Ilegent street. There filie had displayed great skill in arranging bouquets and fashioning wreaths and sprays; and had kept tlijs place until her health failed. Janitor—Colonel Slatighter i Kir; appears anxion show him up, bviow, "Certainly." care of mo?'1 to see yon; shall I "You wait a minit!" Lucy was silent for a moment. It Was true indeed that she saw things in Olive's future that she would not plainly speak of. It needed only a little knowledge of humanity to foresee that this girl's deepest suffering' would come to her through the man she loved. He got up and left the car. Just then the whistle blew for a station and the train soon stopped. The traveler looked out of the window and saw the young man and his girl getting off with as much alacrity as if there had been a collision expected. He put out his head and called: Editor of the Scalp Knife—Not necessary. Thomas: he was shown up suili- ScriLincr's "Who is Aaron Fenlake?" Lucy asked. cientlv in yesterday Magazine. 1SSU "Have I not told you about Aaron?" said Olive, whose eyes and cheeks were bright with excitement. "He is the son of old Fenlake at the inn. A quiet, slow fellow, but as good as gold and as true as steel, and devoted to Michael. Those two were always friends when they were little boys." The IlostoTi for It, Couiing, as 1 did, in early life from the dirt roads and rural quiet of Moosehead lake, it is not surprising that the city of New York proved to be several sizes larger than 1 had lDeen accustomed to, and the varied style of noises peculiar to the principal business streets interfered with my contemplative moods, and once or twice so confused me that 1 did not get home uutil a late hour at night. Many of my newspaper friends spoke lightly and even flippantly of this painfnl incident, although one of my most attractive legs was broken. One bright young writer intimated that 1 had probably stepped on a peal of thunder. One said that 1 should have looked at my barometer more carefully; another said that probably the cork had been lost out of it, and so on. He was Olive Winfield's acknowledged lover, and she was proud of him. Not only did she love hiin as truly as ever woir. in Ivved man; but she looked upon him as the chiefcst among ten thousand men. fie had toiled night and day to acquire knowledge, and when jt was won he had turned it to a good account. He had not studied for the mere love of study: he was no dreamer, delighting to tarry in a quiet world of book:, and thoughts. To him learning was a ; topping stone, and already it had raised him to the post of corresponding clerk in Battersby's office. And l'atVrsbv's firm was a good firm and r inked high even in Iyondon. but his brains- would have done little for him if they hid not been backed np by his unconquerable pluck and determl- '"I ain afraid you don't litre him," the poor child went on. "What has he said that displeases you? Ah! 1 am disappointed: I thought you would say I was the most fortunate girl in the world!" She was a dainty Boston lass with a soul above pork and beans an 1 a vocabulary above the or linarv, and she carried them both iutoa Woodward avenue restaurant with her. "This isn't Medina; what are you getting off here for?" "I know it hain't Medina," replied the young man as he came forward a few steps, "but we will stop off here and take the next train." Van Diver in the meantime had repaired to- the Revere House, captured the sentinel in charge by pretending to be a dispatch bearer to General Crook, and finally succeeded in reaching his bedroom. He announced himself to the astonished general as General Rosser, of the Confederate army, informed him that he was a prisoner of war, and told him he had two minutes in which to dress. The general hesitating, Van Diver told him that his clothes were there and that he could either put them on or be taken as he was. Lucy bent forward and hissed her. ibe a i led, after giving her order, "bring me ,iiso a lev,* tuberculous fungi. Waiter "And they are friends still?" "Olive," she said gently, "I shall like him better when he thinks more of you and.less of that great idol—success. I see that he is clever, dear—very clever in his own way; and so determined tliat he is almost sure to w.in the things that he is seeking. Only I could wish that he had eyes to see the treasures that he passes by while he runs the race. I wish that he would sometimes give a thought to those things that are not wn by mighty effort, but given freely —given by a Father's bounty and love. Surely life need not be all striving, Lucy put the question in a languid voice, but there was something in Olive's answer that aroused her attention."A few tubereulons fungi," jieated, with a snpemlirtus elev she re- "But I thought you wanted me to d« you a favor." This was all that Mrs. Hooper had to tell about her niece. She was a lonely woman, and Lucy was the only relative left to her. She had given the girl a on of In the midst of all this badinage 1 lay painfully on my back with a patent extension attached to my glass leg, and while the bones were about to unite one day my costly couch, made to resemble butternut, fell to the floor, leaving my foot attached by means of a pulley and weight to the candelabra of the room. "I do. You jest keep right on that train and git out of the state of Ohio aa soon as ever you can, apd if I ever ketch you within fifty miles of my house after I'm married I'll thump you all over the county."—M. Quad in New York Eveu!ay World. her erebrov Here 1 find nothing to interfere with thought, of which 1 am very fond, or improving conversation, of which 1 am also passionately fond. Here one may hire a conveyance for two bob, as we say in England, which will take him about over the city, meantime giving him also au opportunity to speak in low passionate tones to his companion without rupturing ' a blood vessel. I hope that the time will couie when enough people will have seen the beauties of Washington streets so that in their return to their respective homes they will sow the seeds of discord and discontent awl make things unpleasant in their neighborhood until they have similar "Yes," the girl said, faintly, and with a deepening flush. "Ob! yes, they are friends still." "What's them, muui waiter, helpk*sD lv. inquired the This thn ■ she lookc-l positively severe yet withal pitying. warm welcome and did her utmost to nurse her back to strength; but no power on earth could stay the progress of the disease. Lucy had not come penniless to her aunt's cottage; she was not a burden. She repaid Mrs. Hooper's kindness with gratitude and affection, and yet the good woman always felt that there was a mysterious barrier between them. Like the neighbors, she was a little afraid of Lucy. Lucy watched her and saw the signs of Inward tumult in those delicately cut featufes. She understood that Olive was determined to defend her lover at any cost, even the cost of her own convictions. She was just as certain that Mieliael had given his friend the cold shoulder as if it had been plainly avowed, and she knew that Olive could not think of his conduct to Aaron without pain. "They arC- a species of morbid extravasation of vegetable sugars analogous to oak balls, or nnt galls, doubtless originating as these latter from the sting of some of the insectivorous family," she explained lucidly. But to return. At Yazoo City, which is in the state of Mississippi, I was advertised to appear as a delineator of my own character, and expensive printing had been posted up all over the town, so that between twenty aud thirty people, all of whom had secured tickets by allowing our lithographs to hang in their windows, had gathered together in the Palace rink, a luxurious opera house belonging to the kerosene oil circuit in the shoestring district. It is needless to say that the general dressed, and dressed quickly. They took him to the street. Van Diver mounted his horse and the general was. placed on the horse behind him. They rode down and were joined by the party who had taken General Kelly from his bed at the bt. Nicholas, and in a little white they were out beyond the confines or Cumberland. The countersign, "Bull's Gap," now stood them in hand, and they got a good start before the alarm was spread. They reached Romney without any trouble, except an exchange of shots with a handful of cavalry that had got together and pursued them. A lady who was an ardent votary of modern "culchaw" happened to sit, at an evening party, next to an eminent composer and leader of an orchestra. In this full expectation of eliciting from the maestro a particularly brilliant and intellectual pronouncement, she inquired, "How do you feel after conducting the Ninth symphony?" Dropped from tha Clouds. nation Olive." He had said nil this a hundred times in his letters, and he was saying it again "Oh no;" murmured Olive with a sigh. "I feel that it takes a very little to make me perfectly contented. Uut men are different, I suppose; tliey want far more than we do, and they must struggle till tlicy get it. For my part, Lucy, I should love to live in a cottage with Michael, and be just myself. lDut he waats mo to bo more than myself. I daresay he is right; to him 1 must seem a very ignorant uninformed creature." Tlie waiter was paralyzed to-day. The pair had only one more hour to r.pend together, nnd be was filling every precious minute with talk about himself. But a woman will "What's the matter with yoaT interposed his partner at the next table, com- Then; was only one person who had ever stepped over the wall of reserve that Lucy Cromer had built up around tier. Olive Winfleld was her sole friend. It was to her that Olive had first confided the delightful news that Michael Chase was coming to spend a Sunday in the village; coming down from London on purpose to see his betrothed. "Ah! 1 remember that you said something about this Aaron and Jane Challock," she remarked, after a pause. ing to t'l wants trufih's. You li«J to been in B ».4ton like I v rescue. The Luly cheerfully tolerate any amount rrf +;?tD tism hi the man she loves; and Olive drank in every word. In front of them 'lay the calm field and the hills; soft lights were shining on the green aud ;finding out (he hollows where the [primrose st.-.rs had opened; birds were 'singii-r, and a froC4i yet pontic breeze -waa blov.'ir.ir into their faces as they »lie customer v." served promptly "Hungry," was the laconic reply.—£1 Matin. "Aaron is in love with Jane," Olive answered; "but he is too shy to ask her to wait for him. I with he would spealc out for Jane's sake." Detroit Free Pit streets, Where I am sitting as I write these lines 1 can see one of the historical portions of the city, one that has lieeu recently so ably described by Mr. Croffut. it is a little piece of ground which during the Revolution belonged to the farm of David Burns. In 1700 it was defined as Lafayette park. It is a spot around which have clustered many of the most noted characters in the history of this republic, and more especially the various memlwrs of the various cabinets. The front of the house is on a level with the ground. The rear is not. It cost mo $500 to find this out, but I found out. The Courtship of a Clerk. T wo in one Sun A Subbutarian bers of tli 11 mull meet Briggs—Did you hear abont Miss Grosgraiu? She has married a dry goods clerk. They met, he woo'd and won her, und so they were married. Lucy, with her proud, impatient nature, had wondered sometimes at Olive's sisterly feeling for the Challoek girls. There was no one in the village who had not been surprised at the second marriage of Olive's mother, the widow Winfleld. Why a woman with her natural refinement should have taken rough Tom Challoek was a mystery indeed; and yet such mysteries are found everywhere. Tom was a widower with two daughters of his own, and the girls seemed to take more kindly to Olive than he did. For in his coarse way he let her see that he did not want her under his roof, and she secretly longed to find a shelter elsewhere. By and by, perhaps sooner than she dared to expect, Michael would have made a home for his promised wife; but, meanwhile, the waiting was as hard as Tom Challoek Pould make it. And already Lucy Cromer had suggested that it would be better to go away and earn her own bread far off than live in her stepfather's cottage. "You are not ignorant, considering that you are a village girl," Lucy answered. "The old vicar, who helped Michacl so much, must have been 3-our friend also. It surprised rne, when I first came here, to find a girl who was a reader nnd a thinker. Take courage, my child; you are not as far behind Michael in the race as you suppose. And if—if our plan is really carried out —you will learn a great deal with your uncle Wake." i,lY lil a K t of tho British When Lucv pleased she could rerv soon set people at their ease. In a few minutes Michael was answering all her questions, and feeling flattered lDy the interest which she displayed in his metropolis. ine owner or tne rins toon aown tne stairs by which an exit had been generally made from the rear of the house. He had not spoken to me about it, neither had he closed the door so as to indicate that one should not go down that way. First Pici has liis hand —Come, Hen: kpockot (to the ot'itr. who Is thrust «leey i.i hi * jc vkots) r, you know it isn't man.tout with your hands in This was undoubtedly one of the mo6t daring exploits of the war which resulted successfully, and, as the old man says, "I myself will diea-feelin proud of it." It is strange that it haa been overlooked in all that has been written regarding the late general.—Washington Poet Griggs—Why, when did this all happen?stood 1 inst the gate Vet Michael, absor!Ded in himself, was no- I conscious oi sli this swectneos. Briggs—While she was waiting for the change.—Clothier and Furnisher. affairs. uers to w K your pocketH At last he panned for want of breath, i'and then Olive seized the opportunity i to ask a question. While she was drawing him on to talk about himself (no difficult task), he was admiring her more and more, and tlunking how she might have helped a man to rise in the world. With that quiet self-possession and natural grace, what an admirable wife Secornl I)ittC'—Yon see, it's mv way of keeping the Sabbath; all the week I have in}' hands in other people's pockets—Almanach Pittoresque. Knowledge Is Power. It is remarkable and interesting to note the advancer of civilization and refinement among our officials during that time. Look, for instance, at the difference in the dress and behavior of our representatives abroad at present as compared with those in the times of Franklin. Think how mortifying it must have been to a young republic just getting on its feet, with a new job press for printing its currency and a mortgage thereou, represented abroad, not bv » refined nn«l well dressed man like Mr. Lowell or Mr. Lincoln, but temporarily, perhaps, by such a man as Franklin—a man with a deep and lasting contempt for the R. S. V. P. business; a man who would attend a german at the queen's place dressed in a little brief authority and a fawnskin vest, talking of the best time of the year in which to assassinate the hog and other matters for which her majesty did not then, and does not now. care a continental. So 1 feci like the author of "Beautiful Snow." 1 alighted on the ruins of the stair steps that had been taken down. I do not know what the owner took the stairs dowu for. Possibly he ran out of kindling wood at home. However, my arm was broken, and the «Jd friendly feeling which was growing up between myself and the south is somewhat sprained and has a large iDoultice on it as 1 dictate these well rounded sentences.Doctor—fou notice a marked increaj "Michael, dear, how is Aaron Fen!lakc? Yon have not said one word about him." Safe. "Lucy," Olive said, looking up suddenly. "yon have never told me bow you came to know anything of my uncle Wake." Every Hit u Wuinan as Her lover's brow darkened, and he i answered rather curtly: A woman's heart, even when most obdurate, may relent. Margaret was asserting in the nursery that never, "If there had been anything to tell about him, Olive, I should have told it. ISut there is nothing. And I didn't care to waste oiiV Valuable time in talkingoi A slight flush rose to Lucy's face and was gone in an instant. never meant to marry "Very well, you shall not," said her pupa; and, going to the door, lie called out to an imaginary suitor, "Go away, •nan! Margaret doesn't want you." "Mr. Wake keeps a second-band bookshop in the Strand," she replied quietly. "A friend of mine, who was very fond of books, used to take me there often, and your uncle talked as only those who read can talk. It was a pleasure to go to that shop; some of the liapprrst moments of my life were spent among those piles of old volumes, and Mr. Wake's cheerful voice and kind face can never be forgotten. That man understood everybody, and sympathized .with everybody, 1 believe. He was a large man with a lar;'C • heart. He gave people chances of snatching little bits of happiness. Oh, Oliw, I think au old book-shop is one of the most delightful places in the universe. If you happen to be missed, no one thinks of looking for you in such a dusty, mustv jretrcat. The most glorious fragments |of life are often hidden awcy in flail :6pcts whC*re few can them. Between the din.-ry covers of some of these ancient books one mu'ht come upon Aaron." "I wanted to hear about him foi Jane's sake," she said meekly- "No, pot for Jane's sake," she added suddenly, in a firmer voice. ''I always liked him, Michael; and when I remember what he has done for you, I am very grateful." •' ' "Call hint hock!" cried Margaret. "Let me see what Be looks like' ' -Kate Field's \V ashington. In your appetite? Patient—Yes. Doctor—Sleep longer and more heavily than usual? She had ben to Europe for a year and had lost the run of things at home sotno- Wliv Plioiilclr.t She Be? A Jnst (D,,cHtton. "Chappy Van Demise gr.re me a pieot of his mind today." "When is his funeral?" "How you c::a7gc-rate trifles!" lie cried, irritably. "Let me put the caso clearly l»efore yon, and then, perhaps, yon will see it in the right light. Aaron Fenlake Is one of the foremen in Battersby's works, lie knows that a clerk is wanted who can write fluently iq several languages, and he tells me of the vacancy. I nnply, and boo a con▼ice? the f.rvn that I am fit for the Sureiy, 1 may bo pardoned if 1 do i't go at under a heavy load of gratitude to the end cf my days. Do you suppose that Aaron's good word would LaVc irrDt va into the otlce, if 1 "Ilave you said anything to Michael abort my plan?" Lucy asked, after another pause. what. One u he met a girl who —Truth. My typewriter's eyes are a beautiful gray, t cannot but notice, since day after day I meet their brigUt glar.cets—I see the sweet cmile Patient—Yes. "No," replied Olive, with a sigh. "The time was so short, you know; and if it came to nothing he would be disappointed. Ah! if it could only be carried out, how happy I should be, Lucy!" was in the sweetheart noriod a year liefore.Doctor—Feol very fatigued after much exercise? Two Kinds of Frerkles. n:""1! in 1 she s ?id, "howdy do? Just as 1 suppose Rome people are ixjrn freeLled ami others bitve freckles thrust upon them. The former claw* might as well accept their freckles as a dispensation of Providence, for uotliiugoiui he done for them. The lulter can always gel rid of their affliction by using a couple of drachma of salam moniac with an ounce of (ierman cologne, the solution mixed with n flit cf distil l°d water. AnnliH tvrn or three t1ne« a day 11 will th? irnrCi( case of acquired fri'okltw ou recorU. —Eit. Louis Globe Demo *»«•' J That dwells in their depths, and I know all the while Doctor—H'm! Very grave case. But the researeh«w of science, sir, enable tu to cope with your malady, and I think I can pull you thrcugh.—Harper'# Bazar. Patient--Yes. "Oil. 1 the Lin jit reply, Detroit Free Tioas. haagine, then, if you please, a man like Franklin at the roval table sweetening Ins consomme, talking of the rotation of crops and putting Worcestershire sauce oa his terrapin. Now we cm do this sort of thins TOth impunity, because we are a gii-at iu»i.ion. But at that lime, when our currency was printed on a Gordon pre. i u.. l our standing army had not hud a new pair of boots That they fail to affect me, in fact never can. Because- well, because my typewriter's a man. "I believe it will be carried out," Lucy said, quietly. "I'm married —E. L. Sylvester in Scribuer's. Her eyes were gazing through the little window at the bit of evening sky that could be seen under the heavy thalJLi. Tlia sun had gone down, leaving that pure and peaceful light that belongs to the evenings of early spring, Neutral Ground Couldn't Understand It. Mr. Staylalght li Rejected. HE STOOD AWKW AKDI.Y BEFORE LUCY Said an'old farmer whose lands lay in the disputed region arour.d Culpepper: "Rich ait Croesus," said the first as the middle man went past. "No?" exclaimed the second in sur- "Wcw't yon be rr'nel"- be cried, as the clock struck 1. "Atiutt forevert" "Are you never satisfied?" she said Impatiently "This oue evening has lieen long enough in all conscience."—New Yors Epoch. CROMER. "I hain't took no sides iu this yer rebellion, but I'll be doggoned il bulb sides hain't took me." she could have been! He was glad that Olive had found such a companion; Mid prise. "Yes. indeed," returned the lim.