Pittston Gazette

              Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. MAY 31, 1895. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I f I.OO I'K.R ANNUM 1 IN AliVANCK But he belled his own epigram, Kathleen thought, as he continued, for he talked about himself, and yet he talked delightfully. It was so novel to hear a man so discuss the question of his own place in life, as though it mattered little whether he remained a common sailor or rose to be reckoned a painter and a gentleman. He never even seemed to feel the immense gulf which in Kathleen's eyes serrated the two callings. It appeared to be to him a mere matter of convenience which of the two he followed. He talked of them so calmly as alternative trades in tho pursuit of which a man might if he chose earn an honest livelihood. orman. It seemed to him a pity indeed that Kathleen should get entangled with a fellow like that, who could never by any red lateen sails swerved and luffed unnoticed. All she could think of now was Arnold Wllloughby nnd his lodgings at tho salt fish shop. Her whole soul was deeply stirred by that strange disclosure. SKETCHES OF LINCOLN. fascinated by in r \w. .. . i ST. MARY'S CHURCH DEDICATED DEATH OF DR. CIM.ESI'M soon began to doubt Whether Utey coon: always lDo so congenial. In a sliort time i told Mary my Impression that they wore not suited, or, us soiiio persons who be lievo matches are inailo in heaven would Bay, not intended for each other." possibility be in a position to marry her. But then Mortimer, being an American, had a profound faith at Ixittom in the per- Ruasive worth of the almighty dollar, and though he was really a good fellow, with plenty of humanity and generous feeling, he didn't doubt that in the end, when it came to settling down, Kathleen would prefer the solid advantages of starting in life as a rich Philadelphlan's wife to the sentimental idea of love in a cottage, and a poor one at that, with a destitute sailor who dabbled like an amateur in marine painting. However, being a prudent man and knowing that proximity in these affairs is half the battle, Mortimer determined ta pitch his own canvas in tho same IDart of tho town and to paint a picture close by to Kathleen and Wllloughby. This involved on his port no small departure from his usual practice, for Mortimer was by choice a confirmed figure painter, who worked in a studio from the living model, but he managed to choose an outdoor subject combining figure with landscape and dashed away vigorously at a background of brown warehouses and laddering arches, with a laughing group of gay Venetian models picturesquely iDosed as a merry christening party by the big doors of Han Trovoso. Sunday an Eventful Day for Avoca Pawed Away at Ills lf»nio in Aiwa Frl- She might have guessed It before, yet now she knew it it frightened her. Was it right of her, she askwl herself over and over again, to let herRi'lf fall in love as she felt she was doing with a common sailor, who could live contentedly in a small Italian magazen, whose doors she herself would hardly consent to show her face inside? The Strange Course of His Sec- 8nnday was an event that will long be remembered by the Catholics of Avoca, as it witnessed the dedication to God of their beantlfnl remodelled church of St. Mary The prondeet among the large throng, how ever, was Rev. Father M. Crane, who left the cnracy of St. John's chnrch, here, twenty-fonr years ago, when St. Mary's ohnrch was first opened, to become its pastor, and who has labored zealonsly and faithfully there since. Not less prond is Very Rev. Father Flnnen. V. G , of this place, the Avoca congregation having been, btfore the new chorch was erected, attached to his parish, and it was through his earnest labor that the new congregation, which is now one of the largest and most prosperous in the diocese, was established.( ill holies. • lay Morning; CD| Itlood Poisoning. ond Courtship. Dr. Peter G. Gillespie died at bin home in Avoca last Friday at 3 o'clock, of blood poisoning. The news of his death was a sad surprise to his numerous friends here, as it was not known that he was ever dangerously ill But Mrs. Edwards' advico was seed sown on rocky soil. Tho courtship ran on smoothly to the point of engagement, whon a now and disturbing element loomed up ahead in their paths. It was no less than tho dashing and handsome Stephen A. Douglas, who now appeared on tho soene In tho gulso of a rival. As a society man Douglus was infinitely more accomplished, more attractivo and influential than Llnooln, and that he should supplant tho latter in the affeotions of the proud and aristocratic Miss Todd is not to bo marvoled at. Ho was unremitting in his attentions to the lady, promonaded tho streots arm In arm with hor, frequently passing Lincoln, and in every way made plain his intention to become the letter's rival. There are those who believe this warm reciprocation of young Douglas' affeotion was a mere flirtation on Mary Todd's part, intended to spur Lincoln up, to make him more demonstrative and manifest his lovo more positively and with greater forvor. But a lady relative who lived with Lincoln and his wife for two years after their marriago is authority for the statement coming from Mrs. Lincoln hersolf that '■ she loved Douglas, and but for hor promise to marry Lincoln would have accepted him." The unfortunate at"titude she felt bound to maintain botween these two young men ended in a spell of sickness. Douglas, still hopeful, was warm in tho race, but the lady's physician—her brother-in-law—Dr. William Wallaco, to whom sho confided tho real cause of her illness, saw Douglas and induced him to end his pursuit, which he did with great reluctanco. WEAKENING AT THE LAST MOMENT. Was it ladylike? Was it womanly of her? Do Meets Miss Mary Todd and Again Fulls In Love—Miss Todd's Wit, Beauty and It appears that about three weeks ago. In paring a corn, he drew blood, and from this small wound, blood poisoning set in. He was up and arourd the house until Monday evening, when he was attacked with abcessee of the Jiver. On Tuesday Dr. W. H. Bird, who had been away for two weeks, and just returned, was summoned to attend him, and on Wednesday Dr. G. B. Seamans wa9 called in. The doctor, however, was failing fast, and it was beyond the power of his brothers in medicine to give him relief. She had her genuine doubts. Few women would have felt otherwise, for to women the conventions count for more than to men, and the feelings of class are more deeply seated and more persistent, especially in all that pertains to love and marriage. A man can readily enough "marry beneath him," but to a woman it is a degradation to give herself away to what sho thinks an inferior. An inferior? Even as she thought it Kathleen Hesslegrave's mind revolted with a rnsh against the base imputation. He was not her inferior, rather if it came to that, be he sailor or gentleman, he was her superior in every way. The mnn who could paint, who could think, who could talk, as he could, the man who cherished such high ideals of life, of conduct, of duty, was ev?ry one's equal and most people's superior. Ho was her own superior. In cold blood she said it. He could think and dare and attain to things she herself at her best could but blindly grope after. Brilliancy—Breaking an Engagement—A "Hut surely you feel the nrtist's desire to create beautiful things?" Kathleen cried at last. "They're not quite on the same level with you—fine art and sail reeflug!" Renewal. [From "Tho Life of Lincoln" by WilWam H. Herndon and Jesso W. Weik. Copyright, 1838, by Jesso W. Weik. Copyright, 1892, by D. Appleton & Co.] only on root one can ever remiy get uD kuuw the whole of Venice. Perhaps you wouldn't believe it, but there isn't a single house on all the Islands that make up the town which can't be reached on one's own legs from every other by some circuit of bridges, without one's ever having to trust to a ferryboat or a gondola. But of course you must know the tortuous twists and turns to get round to some of them. So, outside at least, I know my Venice thoroughly. But inside—ah, there, if you except St. Mark's and a few other churches— with, of course, the academy—I hardly know it at all. There are dozens of places you could take me to like this that I never stepped inside yet." That curious restrained curl was Just visible for a second round the delicate corners of Arnold Willoughby's honest mouth. "You compel me to speak of myself," he said, "when I would much rather be speaking of somebody or something else, but if I must I will tell you." [uwrrmuEPj XII. Tho j ear 1840 finds Mr. Lincoln onterlng his thirty-seoond yoar and still unmarried. "I havo como to the conclusion," ho suggests in a facetious lotter two yoars before, "never again to think of marrying." But moanwhilo ho had scon moro of tho world. Tho state oapital had been removed to Springfield, and ho soon observed tho power and influence one can exert with high family and social sur- CHAPTER VI. A CASE OF CONSCIENCE. But the cup of Mrs. Hesslegrave's humiliation was not yet full. A moment's pause lost all—and, lo, the floodgates of an undesirable acquaintance were opened npon her. "Do," Kathleen said, drawing close, with more eagerness in her manner than Mrs. Hesslegrave would have considered entirely ladylike. "It's so much more interesting." And then, fearing she had perhaps gone a little too far, she blushed to her ear tips. The dedicatory services were commenced promptly at 10:30 o'clock, Bishop O'Hara, of 8cranton, officiating. The Bishop, crozler in hand, and robed in the beautiful vestments of his exalted office and preceded by over a score of priests from neighboring parishes, and acoylitee marched; in solemn procession down the main aisle of the church to the front entrance, when Rt. Rev. Bishop O'Hara intoned the "Asperges Me," which was taken up by the clerical choir who continued to chant the "M'serere Mel Den" marching in procession around the interior of the chnrch. He lapsed into a state of rnconscioTiBnees Thursday, and Drs. Eirwin aDd Murphy, of Wilkeeburre, were summoned, but nothing conld be done for the sufferer, and he continued to fail until the final spark of life fled. It was charity that did it—pure feminine charity, not unmingled with a faint sense of how noblesse oblige, and what dignity demands from a potential Lady Bountiful. For the inevitable old man, with a ramshackled boathook in his wrinkled brown hand and no teeth to boast of, who Invariably moors your gondola to the shore while you alight from the prow and holds his hat out afterward for a few loose soldi, bowed low to the ground in bis picturesque rags as Mrs. Hesalegrav* pawed him. Now, proper regpect 'if her superior position always counted for much with Mrs. Hesslegrave. She paused for a moment at the top of the molderiug steps in hopeless search for an elusive pocket. But the wisdom and foresight of her London dressmaker had provided for this contingency well beforehand by concealing it so far back among the recesses of her gown that she fumbled in vain and found no soldi. In her difficulty she turned with an appealing glance to Kathleen. "Have you got any coppers, dear?" she Inquired in her most mellifluous voice. And Kathleen forthwith proceeded in like manner to prosecute her search for them in the labyrinthine folds of her own deftly screened pocket. Arnold noticed that dainty blush—it became her wonderfully—and was confirmed by it in his good opinion of Kathleen's disinterestedness. Could this indeed be the one woman on earth to whom he could really give himself—the one woman could take a man for what he was in Money gives a man a pull, and Arnold WUlouglihy felt It when every morning Kathleen floated up to her work in Rufus Mortimer's private gondola, with Mrs. Hesslegrave leaning back—in her capacity of chaperon—on those well padded cushions, and the two handsome gondoliers waiting obsequious and attentive by the marble steps for their employer's orders. But It was just what be wanted, for he could see with his own eyes that Mortimer was paying very marked court to the pretty English girl artist, and indeed Mortimer, after his country's wont, made no attempt to disguise that patent fact in any way. On the other hand, Arnold perceived that Kathleen seemed to pay quite as much attention to the penniless sailor as to the American millionaire. And that was exactly what Arnold Willoughby desired to find out. He could get any numlDer of women to flutter eagerly and anxiously round Lord Axmlnster's chair, but he would never car** to take any one of them all for better, for worse, unless she was ready to give up money and position and more eligible offers for the sake of Arnold Willoughby, the penniless sailor and struggling artist. Kathleen war. just going to ask, "Why?" when the answer oame of itself to her. In order to gain admittance to most of these interiors you have to pay a franc, and she remembered now with a sudden burst surprise that a frauc was a very i.jjpreoia Dr. Gillespie was 34 years old today, the day of his death. He wae a son of Mr. and Mrs. John Glllesp'e, and born in Pittston in what was then known aCs the Sand Tannel, and when a few years old the family moved to Hamtown. His father died about 10 years ago. In her diary tfep%afternoon—for she hart acquired the bad habit of keeping a diary —Kathleen wrote down all these things, as she was wont to write down her inmost thoughts, and she even ended with tho direct avowal to herself: "I love him! Hove himl If he asks me, I will accept him." She locked it up in her safest drawer, but she was not ashamed of it. WUnself, not for what the outside world chose to call him ? He was half inclined to think so. "Well," he continued, with a reflective air, "there's much to be said for art, and much also for the common sailor. I may be right, or I may lDe wrong. ble sum indeed to their new acquaintance. So she altered her phrase to, "Well, I'm very glad at least we met you today and have had the pleasure of bringing you for the first time to San Rocco." Dr. Gillespie was in every respect a selfmade man. He worked about the mi.ies, attending night school and studying books daring his spare time, until 1887, when he began reading medicine with Dr J. B. Mahon. In 1888 he entered Jefferson Medical College, and graduated with honors in 1890. He immediately began the practice of medicine at Avoca, where he built np a large and lucrative practice. On February 4, 1891, he was married to Miss Margaret Blewitt, of Pine street. Two children were born to t em Mrs. Gillespie was called away by death two years ago, and the youngest child died a year ago, leaving now, only the daughter Helen, 3 years old. I don't want to force anybody else into Bwallowing my opinions wholesale. I'm far too uncertain about tliera myself for that, but as far as my own conduct goes— which is all I have to answer for—why, I must base it upon them. I must act as seems most just and right to my own conscience. Now, I feel a sailor's life is one of undoubted usefulness to the community. He's employed iu carrying commodities of universally acknowledged value from the places where they're produced to the places where they're needed. Nol)ody can deny that that's a useful function. Th» man who does that can justify his life and his livelihood to his fellows. No cavller can ever accuse him of eating his bread unearned, an idle drone, at the table jf the commonalty. That's why I determined to be a common sailor. It was work I could do, work that suited me well, work I felt my conscience could wholly approve of." Having returned to the main entrance, the bishop recited the dedicatory prayers according to the Roman rituaL The chanters, Fathers Qninnan and Cnrran, com menced the Litany of the Saints, to which the clerical choir responded in solemn tone. The procession continued the march aronnd the Interior of the church, the bishop blessing its walls in passing, and when they arrived at the sanctuary gate, the beautiful ceremonies of the dedication of the church ended. And it was a treat. Arnold couldn't deny that. He roamed round those great rooms in a fever of delight and gazed with the fullness of a painter's soul at Tiutoretto's masterpieces. The gorgeous brilliancy of Titian's "Annunciation," the naturalistic reality of the "Adoration of the Magi," the beautiful penitent Magdalene beside the fiery cloud flakes of her twilight landscape—he gloated over them all with cultivated appreciation. Kathleen marveled to herself how a mere common sailor could ever have imbibed such an inthralling love for the highest art, and still more how he oould ever have learned to speak of its inner meaning in such well chosen phrases. It fairly took her breath away when the young man in the jersey and blue woolen cap stood entranced before the fresco of the "Pool of Bethesda," with its grand faraway landscape, and mused to himself aloud, as it were: "What a careless giant he was, to be sure, this Tintoretto! Why, he seems just to fling his paint haphazard upon the wall, as if it cost him no more trouble to paint an 'Ascension' than to sprawl his brush over the face of the plaster, and yet—there comes out in the end a dream of soft color, a poem In neutral tints, a triumphant psean of virile imagining." "Yes, they're beautiful," Kathleen answered, "exceedingly beautiful. And what ▼on sav of them is so true. They're dashed off with such princely ease. You put into words what one would like to say oneself, bat doesn't know how to." At tho very same moment, however, Arnold Wllloughby for his part, was leaning out of his window in turn in the weo top room of the house above the salt fish shop in the tiny side street, with his left hand twisted in the lock behind his ear after that curious fashion of his, and was thinking what else save Kathleen Hesslegrave?If Miss Todd Intended by hor flirtation with Douelas to test Lincoln's devotion, she committed a grievous error. If she believed, because ho was ordinarily so undemonstrative that he was without will powor and incapable of being aroused, she certainly did not comprehend the man. Lincoln began now to feel tho sting. Broken Chains Mended. It was a pretty enough window in its way, too, that leaded lattice on the high fourth floor in the Calle del I'aradiso, and as often happens in Venetian side streets when you mount high enough in the skyward clambering houses it commanded a far more beautiful and extensive view than any stranger could Imagine as be looked up from without at the narrow chink of blue Ijetween the tall rows of opposite stonework, for it gnve upon a side canal full of life and bustle, and it looked out just beyond upon a quaint, round tower wltn a Komanesque staircase wmajng spirally outside it and disclosing glimpses In the farther uistanceof spires and domes and campanili innumerable. But it wasn't of the staircase, or the crowded canal, or the long, shallow barges laden with eggR and fruit that Arnold Willoughby was just then thinking. His mind was wholly taken up with Kathleen Hesslegrave and the new wide problems she laid open before him. Miss Todd's spur had certainly operated and with awakening effect. One evening Lincoln came into our store and oalled for his warm friend Speed. Together they walked back to tho fireplace, whero Lincoln, drawing from his pocket a letter asked Speed to read It. MISS MART TODD. On what small twists and turns of circumstance does our whole being hangt Kathleen's fate hinged entirely on that momentary delay, coupled with the equally accidental meeting at the doors of the academy, for while she paused and hunted, as the old man stood bowing and scraping by the water's edge and considering to himself, with his obsequious smile, that after so long a search the forestieri couldn't decently produce in the end any ■mailer coin than half a lira, Rufus Mortimer perceiving the cause of their indecision stepped forward in the gondola with bis own purse open. At the very same instant, too, Arnold Willoughby. half forgetful of his altered fortunes and conscious only of the fact that the Incident was discomposing at the second for a lady, pulled out loose his scanty stock of available cash and selected from it the smallest silver coin he happened to possess, which chanced to fee a piece of 50 centesimi. Then, while Mortimer was bunting among his gold to flnd a franc, Arnold handed the money hastily to the cringing old bystander. The man in the picturesque rags closed his wrinkled brown hand on it with a satisfled grin, and Mortimer tried to flnd another half franc among the folds of his purse to repay on the spot his sailor acquaintance. But Arnold answered with such a firm air of quiet dignity, ''No, thank you. Allow me to settle it," that Mortimer, after a moment of Ineffectual remonstrance—" But this is my gondola" —was fain to bold his peace, and even Mrs. Heaslegrave was constrained to acquiesce in the odd young man's whim with « murmured, "Oh, thank yoa." After roundlngs to draw upon. Tho sober truth Is that Lincoln was inordinately ambi tious. Ho had nlready succeeded in obtaining no lnconsiderablo political recognition and numbered among his party friends men of wealth and roputation, but ho himself was poor, besides lacking tho graces and ease of bearing obtained through mingling in polite society. In fact, to use the expressive language of Mary Owens, ho was "deficient In thoso little links which make up the chain of woman's happiness." Conscious theroforo of his humhlo rank in the social scale, how natural that ho should seek by marriage In an Influential family to establish strong connections and at tho samo time foster his political fortunes! This may seem an audacious thing to Insinuate, but on no other basis can we reconcile tho strange course of his courtship and the tempestuous chapters in his married life. It Is a curious history, and tho facts, long chained down, are gradually oomlng to the surfaco. When ail is at last known, tho world, I believe, will dlvido its censure between Lincoln and his wlfo Following the dedicatory services, solemn high mass was celebrated. Riv. J. J. Mo Oabe was celebrant, Rev. J J. Cnrran, deacon, and Rev. J. Carmody, sub deacon. And indeed,in spite of his well equipped gondola, Hufus Mortimer didn't somehow have things all his own way. If Kathleen came down luxuriously every morning in the Cristoforo Colombo, she oftenest returned to the Piazza on foot by devious byways with Arnold Willoughby. She liked those walks ever so much. Mr. Willoughby was always such a delightful companion, and, sailor or no sailor, he had really picked up an astonishing amount of knowledge about Venetian history, antiquities and architecture. On one such day, toward early spring, as they walked together through the narrow lanes overshadowed by mighty cornices, whjere one could touch the houses on either hand as one went, a pretty little Italian girl about 5 years old ran hastily out of a musty shop over whose door hung salt fish and long strings of garlic. She was singing to herself as she ran a queer old song In the Venetian dialect:"Tho letter," relates Speed, "was ad dressed to Mary Todd, and in it ho made a plain statement of his feelings, telling her that ho had thought tho matter over calmly and with great deliberation, and now felt that ho did not love her sufficiently to warrant her In marrying him. This lottter ho desired me to deliver. Upon my declining to do so he threatened to intrust it to some other person's hand. I reminded him that the moment he placed the letter in Miss Todd's hand she would have the advantage over him. •Words are forgotten,' I said, misunderstood, unnoticed in a private conversation, but onco put your words In writing, and they stand a living and eternal monument against you.' Thereupon I throw the unfortunate letter In the firo. 'Now,' I continued, 'If you have tho courage of manhood, go see Mary yourself. Tell her, if you do not lovo her, the facts, and that you will not marry her. Be careful not to say too much, and then leave at your earliest opportunity.' Thus admonished, he buttoned his coat, and with a rather determlnod look started out to perform the serious duty for which I bad just given him explicit directions." Bishop O'dara occupied the seat of honor in the sanctuary, surrounded by the following priests: Very Rev. J. Finnan, |V. G., cf Plttston; Rev. M. F. Crane, T. F. Eiernan, Parsons; James Brehony, Phladelphin; Thomas Brehony, Eckley, M. J. Hoban, Ashley; J. P. O'Malley, Kingston; J. A. O'Rielly, Scranton; G. Motfurray, Dunmore; Peter Christ, 8t. Mary's and E. J. Melley, of St. John's, South Scranton; M . J. McManus, J. J. 0'Toole, of Providence; R. A. Mo Andrew and J. T. Jordan, of Wilkesbarre; P. 0 Winters, Plymouth; E. Phillips, of Plains; J. Craig, Plttston; Revs. M. J. McManue and E J. Melley. Dr. Gillespie was a brother of Attorney fm, J. Gillespie, and besides him his mother, and two ulsters, Agnes and Genevieve are left to mourn his loss. "I see," Kathleen answered, very much taken aback. It had never even occurred to her that a man could so choose his calling in life on conscientious rather than on personal grounds, could attach more importance to the usefulness and lawfulness of the trade he took up than to the money to be made at it. The earnest looking sailorman in the rough woolen clothes was opening up to her new perspectives of moral possibility. THE CASE OF REV J. C. HOG AX. Presiding Elder Woodruff Talks About It to a Reporter, In regard to the case of Rev. J. C. Hogan, the presiding elder of the Binghamton District, Rev. J. 0. Woodruff, is quoted by a Binghamton paper as saying : -'His appointment was not intended as a punishment, thongh he seems to have taken it as snch. I consider Sharon fully equal to his former appointment at Forest City. It is true that Sharon is a circait, while the place he leaves is a station, and that the salary at Sharon Is a little less than he received before, but the places are, on the whole, very mnch the same. Sharon is situated in a beautiful paTt of the country, and the people are among the most intelligent and loyal that we have in the district. "But didn't you long for art, too?" she went on after a brief pause. "You, who have so distinct a natural vocation, so keen a taste for form and color?" He knew he was in love with her. He recognized he was in love with her. And what was more, from the way she had said those words, "I respect you so much I don't believe anything on earth could ever make me think the worse of you," he felt pretty sure in his own mind she loved him in return and had divined bis love for her. Even his native modesty would not allow him to deceive himself on that score any longer, for he was a modest man, little given to fancying that women were "gone on him," as Mr. Reginald Hesslegrave was wont to phrase it in his peculiar dialect. Indeed Arnold Willoughby had bad ample cause for modesty in that direction. Lady Sark bad taught him by bitter experience to know his proper place, and he had never forgotten that one sharp lesson. She was a simple clergyman 's daughter near Oxford when first he met her, and he bad fallen in love at once with her beauty, her innocence, her seeming simplicity. She rose quickly to an earl. He believed in her with all the depth and sincerity of his honest nature. There was nobody like Blanche, he thought—nobody so true, so simple minded, so sweet, so trustworthy. "A single London season made all the difference. Blanche Middleton found herself the belle of the year, and IDelng introduced to the great world through Lord Axmlnster's friends as his aflianced bride made the best of her opportunities by throwing over one of the poorest earls in England In favor of one of the richest and most worthless marquises. From thyb moment the man who had once been Albert Ogilvie Redburn, earl of Axminster, was never likely to overestimate the immediate effect produced by his mere personality on the heart of any woman. And indeed even Mrs. Hesslegrave was forced to admit in her own mind that in spite of his rough clothes and his weather beaten face the young man seemed to have ideas and language above his station. Not that Mrs. Hesslegrave thought any the better of him on that account. Why can't young men be content to remain in the rank in life in which circumstances and the law of the land have placed themf Of course there were Burns and Shakespeare and Keats, and so forth—not one of them born gentlemen, and Kathleen was always telling her how that famous Giotto, whose angular angels she really couldn't with honesty pretend to admire, was at first nothing more than a mere Tuscan shepherd boy. But, then, all these were geniuses, and if a man is a genius of course that's another matter, though, to be sure, in our own day genius has no right to crop up in a common sailor. It discomposes one's natural views of life and leads to such unpleasant and awkward positions. Arnold Willoughby looked hard at her. "Yes," he answered fraukly, with a scrutinizing glance. "I did. I longed for it. But at first I kept the longing sternly down. I thought it was wrong of me even to wish to indulge it. I had put my hand to the plow, and I didn't like to look back again. Still, when my health began to give way, I saw things somewhat differently. I was as anxious as ever then to do some work in the world that should justify my existence, so to speak, to my fellow creatures—anxious to feel I didn't sit a mere idle mouth at the banquet of humanity. But I began to perceive that man cannot live by bread alone, that the useful trades, though they are, after all, at bottom the noblest and most ennobling, do not fill up the sum of human existence; that we have need, too, of books, of poetry, of pictures, statues, music. So I determined to give up my life, hCilf and half, to either—to sail by summer and puint by winter, if only I could earn enough by painting to live upon, for my first moral postulate is that every man ought to be ashamed of himself if he can't win wage enough by his own exertions to keep himself going. That is, in fact, the one solid and practical test of his usefulness to his fellow creatures—whether or not they are willing to pay him that he may keep at work for them. If he can't do that, then I hold without doubt he is a moral failure. And it's his duty to take himself sternly in hand till he fits himself at once for i»e-ing the equal in this respect of the navvy or the scavenger." "Vustn che ml te Insegna a navegar? Vate a far ana barca o una batela." Mozart's Seventh Mass was given excel tent rendition by the choir, under the direction of Prof. Amos, Dr. Mason presiding at the organ. At offertory, Miss B. Demp *ey and Mr. Patrick Dempsey rendered, "0 Salutaris." Mary Todd, who afterward becamo the wife of Mr. Lincoln, was born in Lexington, Ky., Dec. 18, 1818. "My mother," related Mrs Lincoln to me In 1805, "dlod when I was still young. I was educated by Mmo. Mantelli, a lady who lived opposite Mr. Clay's, and who was an accomplished French scholar Our conversation at school was carried on entirely in French —in fact, wo were allowed to speak nothing else. I finished my education at Mrs. Ward's academy, an institution to which many people from the north sent their daughters. In 1837 I visited Springfield, Ills., remaining threo months. I returned to Kentucky, remaining till 1889, when I again set out for Illinois, which state finally became my home." But when her glance fell on Arnold Willoughby sho looked up at him with a merry twinkle In her big brown eyes and dropped him a little curtsy of the saucy southern pattern. "Buon giorno, sior," she cried in the liquid Venetian patois. And Arnold answered with n pleasant smile of friendly recognition, "Buon giorno, piccola."That night Spoeddld not go up stairs to bed with us, but under pretense of wanting to read remained in tho store below. He was waiting for Lincoln's return. Ten o'clock passed, and still the interview with Miss Todd had not ended. At length, shortly after 11, be came stalking in. Speed was satisfied, from the length of Lincoln's stay, that his directions had not been followed. The dedicatory sermon was delivered by Very Rev. Father Finnen, taking for hie text, words from St. Paul, "This is the Victory Which Overcometh the World, Our Faith." He congratulated the members of the congregation on the dedication of theh magnificent church, and spoke of the high praise dne their beloved pastor for his untiring labors in their behalf, during his pastorate among them. He recalled to their minds the event of the laying of the lorner stone of their church, twenty-font years ago, acCl to the ceremony of its dedl cation four years later The same venerable and zealous prelate who officiated on chose two memorable occasions, he said, i* today, also in your presence to encourage you to keep the faith and persevere as true children of the church. "You know her?" Kathleen a«ked, half wondering to herself how her painter had made the acquaintance of the little golden haired Venetian. "I do not consider that Mr. Hogan is acting for the beet interest of the chnrch and I know that his course is condemned by many even of his Prohibition friends. The Methodist Chnrch is certainly Prohibition in principle, bnt the majority of them are not members of the Third Party and it is not the place of onr ministers to arouse party strife. Snch a person can always find plenty of followers and it is an easy matter to divide a chnrch along party lines. I wish Mr. Hogan wonld go to work for the chnrch and wonld not pay so much attention to politics." that she felt she could no longer be frigid—till the next opportunity. Meanwhile, when Kathleen suggested in her gentlest and most enticing voice, "Why don't you two step out and look at the Tintorettos with usf" Mrs. Hesslegrave recognised that there was nothing for it now but to smile and look pleased and pretend she really liked the strange yoang man's society."Oh, dear, yes," the., young man answered, with a smile. "That's Cecca, that "Well, old fellow, did you do as I told you and as you promlsedl1" were Speed's first words. To a young lady In whoso veins coursed tho blood that had come down from a long and distinguished ancestral line, who could evon go bock In tho gcnoalogica! chart to tho sixth century, Lincoln, thfl child of Nanoy Hanks, whoso doscont wai dimmed by tho shadow of tradition, wai, finally united in marriage. "Yes, I did," responded Lincoln thoughtfully, "and when I told Mary I did not love her she burst Into tears, and almost springing from hor chair and wringing hor hands as If in agony said something about the deoeiver being himself deceived." Then h» stopped. When they had looked at the Tintorettos through the whole history of the Testament, from the " down stairs with the childlike Madonna to the "Ascension" in the large hall on the upper landing, they turned to go out and resume their places in the attentive gondola. And here a new misfortune lay in wait for Mrs. Hesslegrave. 'Twas a day of evil chances. For as she and Rufus Mortimer took their seats in the stern on those neatly padded cushions which rejoiced her soul, Kathleen, to her immense surprise and no small internal annoyance, abruptly announced her intention of walking home over the bridge by herself, so as to pass the color shop in the Calle San Moise. She wanted some ultramarine, she said, for the picture she was going to paint in the corner of the Giudeoca. Of course Arnold Willoughby insisted on accompanying her, and so to complete that morning's mishaps Mrs. Hesslegrave had the misery of seeing her daughter walk off through a narrow and darkling Venetian street, accompanied on her way by that awful man whom Mrs. Hesslegrave had been doing all she knew to shake off from the very first moment she had the ill luck to set eyes upon him. Not that Kathleen had the slightest intention of disobeying or irritating or annoying her mother. Nothing indeed, could have been farther from her innocent mind. It was merely that she didn't understand or suspect Mrs. Hesslegrave's objection to the frank young sailor. Too honest to doubt him, she missed the whole point of her mother's dark hints. So she walked home with Arnold conscience free, without the faintest idea she was doing anything that could possibly displease Mrs. Hesslegrave. They walked on, side by side, through strange little lanes bounded high on either hand by lofty old palaces, which raised their mildewed fronts and antique arched windows above one another's heads in emulous striving toward the scanty sunshine. As for Arnold Willoughby, he darted round the corners like one that knew them intimately. Kathleen had flattered her soul she could And her way tolerably well on foot through the best Dart of Venice, but she soon discovered that Arnold Willougn, by knew how to thread his path through that seeming labyrinth far more easily than she could do. Here and there he would cross some narrow, high pitched bridge over a petty canal, where market boats from the mainland stood delivering vegetables at gloomy portals that opened close down to the water's edge, or woodmen from the hills, with heavily laden bargee, handed fagots through grated windows to bare headed and yellow haired Venetian housewives. Ragged shutters and iron balconies overhung the green waterway. Then, again, he would skirt for awhile some 111 scented Rio, where strings of onions hung out in the sun from every second door and cheap Madonnas In gilt and painted wood sat enshrined in piaster niches behind burning oil lamps. On and on he led Kathleen by unknown side streets, past wonderful little squares of flag paved campi, each adorned with its ancient church and its slender belfry, over the colossal curve of the Rialto with Its glittering shops on either side and home by queer byways, where few feet save of native Venetians ever ventured to penetrate. Now and again round the corners came the echoing cries: "Stall," "Preme," and some romantic gondola with its covered trappings, like a floating black hearse, would glide past like lightning. Well as Kathleen knew the town, It was stiy a revelation to her. She walked on entranced, with a painter's eye, through that ever varying, ever moving, ever enchanting panorama. So they went into the Scuola dl San Roceo together. But Rufus Mortimer, laudaoly anxious that his friend should expend Do more of his hard earned cash on such unseasonable gallantries, took good care to go on a few paces ahead and take tickets for the whole party before Mrs. Hesslegrave and Kathleen, escorted by the unsuspecting Arnold, had turned the corner by the rearing red church of the Friari. The elder lady arrived at the marble coated front of the Scuola not a little out of breath, for she was endowed with asthma, and she hated to walk even the few short steps from the gondola to the tiny piaxza, which was one of the reasons indeed why Kathleen, most patient and dutiful and considerate of daughters, had chosen Ven- "What else did you say?" Inquired Speed, drawing tho fucts from him. Skrtch of M1m Todd. In the afternoon at two o'clock, Bishop O'Hara administered the sacrament of I'onfirmatlou to 300 boys and girls and wat •esisted by Bevs. M. F. Crane, J. J. Mc Jabe, P. C. Winters and J. J. Curran After the ceremony the bishop spoka in s fatherly tone, encouraging the children whom he had confirmed. He especially dwelt upon the necessity of observing the three following precepts: Pirst, that they should say their prayers regularly everj day; secondly, they should attend mass every Sunday and holy days, and, thirdly, they should avoid at all times the company of indifferent boys and girls. The closing exerc.se of the day consisted of the solemn benediction of the bleesed sacra ment, whloh was given by the bishop himself. The 26th day of May will always be considered the most eventful day in the annuls of St. Mary's church. When Mary Todd came to hor sister'O house in Springfield In 1889, she was In her twenty-first year. She was a young woman of strong, passionate nature and quick temper and had "left her home In Kentucky to avoid living under the samo roof with a stepmother." Sho came to live with hor oldest sister, Elizabeth, who was tho wife of Lincoln's colleague in the legislature, Nlnlan VV. Edwards. She bad two other sisters, Frances, married to Df. William Wallace, and Anne, who afterward became the wife of C. M. Smith, • prominent and wealthy merchant. Thqj all resided in Sprlngllold. She was of the average height, weighing when I first saw her about 130 pounds. She was rathat compactly built, had a weli. rounded faca, rich dark brown hair and bluish graf eyes. In her bearing she was proud, btw handsome and vivacious. Hor educatloa had been in no wiso defective. Sho was • good conversationist, using with oqual lluency the French and English languages. Wbeu she used a pen, its point was sure to be sharp, and she wrote with wit and ability. Sho not only had a quick Intellect, but an intuitive judgment of men and their motives. Ordinarily sho was affable and oven charming in her manners, but when offended or antagonized b.er agreeable qualities instantly disappeared beneath a wove of stinging satire or sarcastlo bitterness, and her entire bettor nature was submerged. In her figure and physical proportions, in education, bearing, temperament, history—In everything she was the exact reverse of Lincoln. "To tell you the truth, Speed, It was too much for mo. I found the tears trickling down my own cheeks. I caught her in my arms and kissed her." The Scranton Times says that Mr. Hogan is going to start a paper. PITTSTON TAKES THE HANKER. "And that's how you broko the engage ment," sneered Speed. "You not only acted tho fool, but your conduct was tan tamount to a ronewal of the engagement, and in decency you oannot back down now." Victorious In the Y. M. C. A. Series of Basket Hull Games. "But art drew you on?" Kathleen said, much wondering in her soul at this strange intrusion of conscience into such unfamiliar fields. The Y. M. C. A. League series of basket ball games is at an end, and, as expected, the Pittston team comes out victorious. The last game of the series—the one that had been protested—was played at Armory Hall May 23, between the Pitts ton and Wilkeebarre teams, and resulted in a score of 3 to 1, In favor of the Pittston team. There was a large and enthusiastic audience in attendance, Wilkeebarre being well repreeented. The game was strongly contested and was the beat of the season. The home team did especially fine work, and although they bad strong and heavy men to contend with their splendid work was more than a match for the Wllkesbarreans. There was gTeat rejoicing among the Pittston team and their friends when the result waa announced. The banner now goes to the Pittston team. It is of pretty deeign, and seems to have been mat'e especially for the team that won it, being of blue and orange, the colors of the local team. The banner bears the following Inscription: "Basket Ball League. Wilkeebarre, Scranton, Pittston, Kingston. Y. M. C. A. Won by Pittston. 1895." Nevertheless A ruold Willoughby whs not disinclined to believe that Katbleeu Hesslegrave really and truly loved him. Because one woman had gone straight from his arms to another man s bosom that did not prove that all women were incapable of loving. He believed Kathleen liked him very much, not only for Ills own sake, but also In spite of prejudices, deeply ingrained prejudices, natural enough under the circumstances, and which almost every good woman—as good women go—would have shared to the full with her. And he began to wonder now whether, having gone so far, it was not his duty to go a Btep farther and ask her to marry him. A man has no right to lead a woman's heart up to a certain point of expectation and then to draw back without giving her at least the chance of accepting him. "Well," drawled Lincoln, "If I am In again, so be it. It's done, and I shall abide by It." "Yes, art drew me on," Arnold Willoughby answered, "and though I had my doubts I allowed it to draw me. I felt I was following my own inclination, but I felt, too, I was doing right to some extent, if only I could justify myself by painting pictures good enough to give pleasure to others, the test of their goodness being always salability. The fact is, the sea didn't satisfy all the wants of my nature, and since we men are men, not sheep or monkeys, I hold we are justified in indulging to the full these higher and purely human or civilized tastes, just as truly as the lower ones. So I determined, after all, to take to art for half my livelihood—not, I hope, without conscientious justification, for I would never wish to do anything in life which might not pass the honest scrutiny of an impartial jury of moral inquisitors. Why, here we are at the Piazza) I'd no idea we'd got so far yet!" "You know herf" Kathleen asked. Convinced now that Miss Todd regarded tho engagement ratified, instead of broken, as her tall suitor had at first intended, Lincoln continued his visits, and things moved on smoothly as before. Douglas had dropped out of tho race, and everything pointed to an early marriage. It was probably at this time that Mr. and Mrs. Edwards began to doubt the wisdom of tho marriage, and now and then to intimate tho same to the lady, but they went no farther In their opposition and olaced no "is. V ' f little one. She ki*ows me very well." He bestltated a moment, then on purpose, as if to try her, ho went on very quietly, "In point of fact I lodge there." Kathleen was conscious of a distinct thrill of surprise, not unmixed with something like horror or disgust. She hud grown accustomed by this tlmo to her companion's rough clothes and to his sailorlikedemeanor, redeemed as it was in her eyes by his artistic feeling and his courteous manners, which she always felt in her heart were those of a perfect gentleman. Hut it gave her a little start even now to find that the man who could talk bo beautifully about Gentile Bellini and Vlttore (Jarpacclo—tne man who taugnt her to admire and understand for the first time tho art of the very earliest Venetian painters, the man who so loved the great Romanesque arcades of the Fondaco del Turchi and who gloated over the details of the mosaics In St. Mark's—could consent to live in a petty Italian shop, reeking with salt cod and overhanging the noisome bank of a side canal more picturesque than sweet smelling. She showed her consternation in her face, for Arnold, who was watching her close, went on with a slight shadow on his frank, sunburned forehead: "Yes, I live inDthere. I thought you'd think the worse of me when you came to know it." "Burdock Blood Bitters entirely cured me of a terrible breaking out all over my body. It is a wonderful medicine." Mies Julia El bridge, Box 35, Weet Cornwall, Conn. LUZERNE PKOIIIHITIONISTS. HORBIBLEHlAItWAY ACCIDENT. Two Men Mangled by a Lehigh Valley Ej Candidates Nominated at tile Convention on Saturday. Brit how could he ask her? That was bow the question. He certainly wasn't going to turn his back upon his own deliberate determination and to claim once more the title and estates of tho earldom of Axminster. Having put his hand to the plow, as he so often said to himself, for very shame of his manhood, he must never look back again. One way alone shone clear before him. Every laborer in England could earn enough by his own exertions to support at need a wife and family. Arnold Y.'llloughby would have felt himself a disgraceful failure if ho could not succeed in doing what the merest breaker of stones on the road could do. He made up his mind at once. He must manage to earn such a living for himself as would enablo him without shame to ask Kathleen whether or not she liked him well enough to share It with him in future. press Near McKune's. Luzerne county Prohibitionists met In convention at Wilkeebarre on Saturday. E. D. Nichols presided. Sharp resolutions were adopted, and the following noml nations made: Sheriff, Albert Lameraux, of Jackson; recorder, Jamea A. Dewy, Newport; coroner, Dr. T. M. Johnson, Weat Pittston. The following gentlemen were appointed to constitute the county committee: Frank Argust, John H. Davids, W. O. Hahn, James D. Main,Noble Pettebone, Dr. T. M. Johnson, H. J. Lutzlnger, Wym. Seward, John Stone, W. H. Hobbe, John T. Jonea, W. M. Van Horn, Frank W. Seeley, Edward Garia, Fred Heller, Thomaa Evans, Willlam Sword, H. W. Evans, R. H. Camp, bell, Benjamin Harding, George A. Phele, B. H. Nicholas, Jr , J E Marcy. E. D. Nichols waa re elected chairman, Frank W. Seeley vice-chairman, John H. Dando secretary, and William B. Bertels treasurer. The following were elected delegates to the State convention : Mrs. A. M. Hovey, J. H. Dando, W. B. Bertels, Charlee H. Cool, T. M Furey, S. E. Marsha], Henry S. Watts, John Shaffer, Dr. T, M. Johnson and W. H. Jackson. ' Rev. J C. Hogan was on hand and aired considerably his grievance with Wyoming Conference. For some of his statements he waa called to account by Rev. W. H. Hiller and between the two there waa a lively t'm«. Early Snnday morning the mangled remains of Henry Van Tnyle, a son of Jerome Van Tnyle, of Oentremoreland, and Abram Conklin, who lived with Albert Fitch, at Falls, were fonhd scattered along the Lehigh Valley tracks just below Mc- Kune's station. To all appearances they had been walking along the track and bad been struck by the night express train going west. A hand of one of the men was fonnd on the pilot of the engine when It reached Sayre. A coroner's jury rendered a verdict in accordance with these facto. Van Tnyle was 26 years old and Conklin 55 "Nor I either!" Kathleen exclaimed. "I'm sorry for it, Mr. Willoughby, for this Is all so Interesting. But at any rate you're coming with Mr. Mortimer on Wednesday." Arnold handed the money hnttily to the crliyjlng old byntander. Ice rather than any other Italian town as the scene on which to specialize her artistic talent, for nowhere on earth Is locomotion so cheap or ao easy as in the City of Canals, where a gondola will convey yon from end to end of the town, without noise or jolting, at the modeet expense of 8 pence sterling. Even Mrs. Hesslegrave, however, could not resist after awhile the contagious kindliness of Arnold Willoughby's demeanor. 'Twas such a novelty to him to be in ladles' society nowadays that he rose at once to the occasion and developed at one bound from a confirmed misogynist into an accomplished courtier. The fact of it was he had been taken by Kathleen 's frank gratitude that day at the academy, and he was really touched this afternoon by her evident recollection of him and her anxiety to show him all the politeness in her power. Never before since be had practically ceased to be Earl of Axminster had any woman treated him with half so much consideration. Arnold Willoughby was almost tempted In his own heart to try whether or not he had hit here by pure accident of fate upon that rare soul which could accept him and love him for the true gold that was in him, and not for the guinea stamp of which he had purposely divested himself. On her return to Springfield sho immediately entered society and soon bccamo nno of the bellos, leading tho young men iif the town a merry dance. Sho was a very shrewd observer, and discreetly and without apparent effort kept book all the unattractivo elements In hor unfortunate organization. Her trenchant wit, affability and candor pleased tho young men not less than her culture and variod accomplishments impressed tho older ones with whom sho came in oontact. The first tinio I met her was at a dance at tho residence of Colonel Iiobcrt Allen. I engaged her for a waltz, and as we glided through it I fancied I never before had lanced with a young lady who moved with such grace und ease. A few moments later, us we were promenading through the hall, I thought to compliment her grace Tul dancing by telling hor that while I was conscious of my own awkward movements she seemed to glide through the waltz with tho ease of a serpent. The jtrange comparison was as unfortunate as it was hideous. I saw it In an Instant, but too late to recall It. She halted for a OMment, drew back, and her eyes flashed to retorted, "Mr. Herndon, comparl- CM !• • Mrpcnt is rather severe irony, es(cAMy to a newcomer." Arnold Willoughby'g face flushed, all aglow with pleasure. The misogynist in him was thoroughly overcome. Nothing remained but the man, chivalrously grateful to a beautiful woman for her undisguised interest. He raised his hat, radiant. "Thank vou so much," he auwwered simply, line tlie gentleman tliat no was. "You may be sure I won't forget it. How kind of you to ask me!" DALTOVS ISIO FIRE. A Whole llloek of llu lding* Destroyed on Sunday Morning, Thus openly challenged, Kathleen turned round to him with her fearless eyes and said perhaps a little more than she would ever have said had he not driven her to avow It. "Mr. Wllloughby," she answered, gazing straight into his honest face, "It isn't a pretty place, and I wouldn't like to live In it myself, I confess, but I don't think the worse of you. I respect you so much, I really don't believe anything of that sort—of any sort perhaps— could ever make nie think the worse of you. So there 1 live told you." Dalton, Laekawanua county, was visited by a disastrous fire on Sunday morning. A whole block of buildings were burned, causing a loss of $30,000 The fire started in the store of F. L VanFleet, and then rapidly spread and consumed the following: Francis & Dershimer's lumber yard, a baker shop owned by W. A. Dean and occupied by Robert Turnball, a hoa?e owned by Dean and occupied by Perry Hetzel, a store and dwelling owned by Oscar Stall and occupied by Albert Davis as a tin store and Rice & Son as a hardware store, a store and dwelling, ice house and barn owned by A. C. Enton and occupied by R. C. Phillips. Ij nearly every instance  contents of the buildings were destroyed. The whole village narrowly escaped destruction. The postoffice was looated in VanFleet's store and was destroyed. The origin of the fire is unknown. For be knew it was the common sailor In rough clothes she had invited, not Albert Ogilvie Redburn, seventh earl of Axminster.From that day forth, then, this aim was ever present in Arnold Willoughby's mind. He would succeed in his art for the sake of asking the one woman on earth he could love to marry him. And oftener and oftener as he paced the streets of Venice he twisted his linger round the lock by his ear with that enrious gesture which was always In his case the surest sign of profound preoccupation. Rev. David L MacDonald, formerly of this place, and eon of James E MacDon C1d, of Williapi street, wa« united in mar rlage in Blnghamton Hay 22, to Miss Lule Anna Green, daughter of S D Green. The oeremony was performed at 8:30 o'clock at the home of the bride on Frederick street, by Rev. J. A. Faulkner, and was witnessed by a company of 200 relatives and friends, who, after the ceremony, tendered congratulations to the newly wedded oonple, and partook oi the wedding feast. Miss May MacDonald, of this place, sister of the groom, was the bridesmaid. Mr. and Mrs MacDonald left on a wedding tonr, and will reach Pittston next week to spend a few days before going to housekeeping at Port Crane, N. Y., where Mr. MacDonald has been assigned a charge by the Wyoming Conference. The following from Pittetob attended the wedding: James E. MacDjnald and wife, Miss May MacDonald, Robert MacDonald, James A. Lewis and wife, Miss Bertha Morris, Miss Lillian Mathews, Miss Bessie Weir, Charles B. Smith, Floyd Hunter and Jesse Phillips. The MacIDonalCi-Green Nuptials. CHAPTER Vn. MAKING TilEIU MINDS UP, That winter through, in spite of Mrs. Result-grave, Kathleen saw a guwit deal of the interesting sailor who had taken to painting. Half by accident, half by design, they had chosen their pitches very close together. Both of them were paiuting on that quaint old quay, the Fondamenta delle Zattere, overlooking the broad inlet, or Canal della Giudecca, where most of the seagoing craft of Venice lie at anchor, unloading. Kathleen's canvas was turned inland, toward the crumbling old church of San Trovaso and the thick group of little bridges, curved high in the middle, that spun the minor canals of that half deserted quarter. She looked obliquely down two of those untrodden streets at once, so as to get a double glimpse of two sets of bridges nt all possible angles and afford herself a difficult lesson in the perspective of arches. Midway lDetween the two rose the ta|wring campanile of the luaint old church, with the acacias by its side, that hang their drooping branches and feathery foliage into the stagnant water of the placid Rio. Hut Arnold VV'il lough by's easel was turned in the opposite direction, toward the seaward runlets and the open channel where the big ships lay moored. . He loved lietter to paint the sea going vessels he knew and understood so well—the thick forest of masts, the russet brown sails of the market txwits from Mes tre, the bright reds and greens of the Chi oggia fisher craft, the solemn gray of the barges that bring fresh water from Fnsi na. It was maritime Venice he could best reproduce, while Kathleen's lighter brush reflected rather the varying moods and ten sellated floor of the narrow canals which are to the seagirt city what streets and alleys are to more solid towns of the mainland."Thank you," Arnold answered low. And then he was silent. Neither spoke for some moments. Each was thinking to himself, "Have I said too much?" And Arnold Willoughby was also thinking very seriously In his own mind, "Having gone to far, ought I not now to go farther?" [to be continued.] | Med'eal Journals Suggest Its Use, The many who live better than others and enjoy life more are the ones who more rapidly adapt the beet products to their physical netds. It is from this large clips yon «anlearn ofthegoodto be derlvfd from the use of Dr. David Kennedy's Favorite Remedy. It is presented In a most acceptable form, pleasant to the taste and perfect ir action. It has given satisfaction to millions, it it approved and prescribed by practicing physicians and is used in all hospitals and sanitariums. In dyspepsia, neuralgia, kidney, liver and urinary complaints, and the illnesses women suffer from, it is a positive cure. For constipation, nervousniss, or loss of sleep is Is umqnalled. Dr Kennedy's Favorite Remedy is so generally prescribed now that all dealers in medicine sell it. However, being a prudent man, he reflected to himself that if he could hardly pay his own way as yet by his art he certainly could not pay somo other one's. Bo ho held his tongue for the moment and went home a little later to his single room overlooking the side canal to ruminate at his leisure over this new face to his circumstances. Smak the intlucnco of Joshua F. Who was a warm friend of the Ed ncoln was led to call on Miss ftM Ik was charmed with hor wit and hMMly M less than by her excellent social 'jualittM and profound knowledge of the strong and weak points in individual char imAw. Obo visit succeeded anothor. It wMtlxolU story. Lincoln had again fall on la lov*. "I have often happened in the rti«a where they were sitting," relates .Mlt Edwards, describing this courtship, tJncoIn Again In Love. Ab they entered the great hall—Campagna's masterpiece, its walls richly dight with Tintoretto's frescoes, Arnold Willoughby drew back Involuntarily at the first glance with a little start of astonishment. "Dear me," be cried, turning round In his surprise to Kathleen and twisting his left hand in a lock of hair behind his ear—which was a trick he had whenever he was deeply interested—"what amazing people these superb old Venetians were, after all! Why, one's never at the end of them I What a picture it gives one of their magnificence and their wealth, this sumptuous council house of one unimportant brotherhood J" DEATH OF MRS. WILSON. Expired Suddenly at Her Home on South Half rate excursions on the N ickel Plate Road, to Western points, on May 21st and June 11th, 1895. General office, 2:; Exchange street, Buffalo, N. Y. And Kathleen, too, went home to think much about Arnold VVillougliby. Both young people, In fact, spent the best jwrt of that day In thinking of nothing else Bave one another, which was a tolerably good sign to the experienced olmerver that they were falling in love, whether they knew It or kuew it not. Main Street Till* Morning. Mrs. Helen Wilson, wife of Win. Wilson, the South Main street meat merohant, expired suddenly at her home on South Main street last Friday morning She suffered an at ack of heart failure severai weeks ago, and it was a second attack of this complaint that caused her death. and Alary invariably led the conversa tion. Mr. Lincoln would sit at her side and listen. Ho scarcely said a word, but pa zed on her as If irresistibly drawn to ward her by some superior and unseen power. Ho could not maintain himself in a continued conversation with a lady reared as Mary was. Ho was not educated and equipped mentally to make hiiusell either Interesting or attractive to the la dies. Mary was quick, gay and in the so clal world somewhat brilliant. Sholoved show and power and was the most an\bl tious woman I ever knew. She used to contend when a girl, to her friends in Kentucky, that slit, was destined to marry a president. I have hoard her say that myself, and after mingling in socioty in Springfield she repeated the seemingly absurd and Idle* boast. Although Mr. Lincoln seemed to be attaohed to Mary ant) Wyoming Seminary Commencement The commencement exercises at Wyoming Seminary will begin on June 14 and end Jane 19 Bishop Andrews has been selected as the principal speaker. Judge Lynch will also be one of the speakers. The institution will send ont this year twenty yonng men and seventeen young And they talked as they went. The young sailor painter talked on and on, frankly, delightfully, charmingly. He talked of Kathleen and her art, of what she would work at this winter, of where he himself meant to pitch his easel, of the chances of their both choosing some neighboring subject. Confidence begets confidence. He talked so much about Kathleen and drew her on so about her aims and aspiratious in art that Kathleen in turn felt compelled for very shame to repay the compliment and to ask him much about himself and his mode of working. Arnold Willoughby smiled and showed those exquisite teeth of his when she questioned him first. "It's the one subject," he answered—"self—on which they say «11 own *r« fluent and none wrawlilii " For when Kathleen got home she shut herself up by herself In her own pretty room with the dainty wall pa]Der and leaned out of the window. It was a beautiful window, on the Grand canal, quite close to the Piazza, and the doges' palace, and the Rlva degli Rchiavoni, and it lookixl across the inlet toward the Dogana di Marc and the dome of Santa Maria, with the campanile of San Giorgio on Its lonely mud island in the middle distance. Beyond lay a spacious field of burnished gold, the shallow water of the lagoon in the full flood of sunshine. But Kathleen hrnl no eyes that lovely afternoon for the creeping ships that glided in and out with stately motion through the tortuoun channel which leads between islets of gray slime to the 'mouth of the Lido and the open sea. Great Rebfcca Wilkinson, Brownsvalley, In", says. "I have been in a distressed c tjdltion for three years from nervousne*, weakness of the stomach, dyspepsia an ndlgeatlon until my health wagone. I had been doctoring constantly with no re lief. I bought one bottle of South American Nervine, which did me more good than any $50 worth of doctoring I ever did In my life. I would advise every weikly person to use this valnable andj lovely remedy; a few bottles of It has cured me completely. I consider It the grandest medicine in the world." Warrtnted the most wonderful stomach and nerve cure ever known. Trial bottles 15 cents. Sold by J. H. Honck, Druggist, Pitts ton Pa. The new Maxwell shaft of the Lehigh and Wilkeebarre Company, in Ashley, was the soene of a terrible aocident Saturday afternoon, Jamee Mulhall was being hoisted np the shaft in the backet, when he fell to the bottom, a distance of 75 feet, md was instantly killed. He was 43 years old and leavee a wife and five children. He was a brother of Robert Mulhall, of this place, the well known district inspector for the Lehigh Valley Coal Co. Killed by Palling Dowu a tiaft. "It is fine," Mortimer interposed* with a little smile of superiority, as one who knew it well of old. "It's a marvel of decoration. Then, I suppose, from what you say, this is the first time you've been here?" Farmers Take Notice. We have for sale at the Wyoming Valley Lumber Company yards, West Pittston, Canada Hard Wood Ashes of the best quality. Parties wishing to use a few tons for the spring crop will do well to call on C. F. Watrous, Jr., at the Lumber Co.'s office, who will sell you any quantity required from a bnshel to 20 tons. Special arrangements can be made for car load lots. B. F. Mathers, Geo. Manager, women. "Yes, the very first time," Arnold admitted at once, with that perfect frankness which was his most charming characteristic. "Though I've lived here so long, there are in Venice a great many interiors I've never seen. Outside, I think I know every nook and corner of the smallest side canals and the remotest calll alDout as well as anybody, for I'm given to meaadering on foot round Um town, and It's English Spavin Liniment removes all hard,soft or calloused lumps and blemishes from horses, blood spavins, curbs, splints sweeney, ring-bone, stifles, sprains, all swollen throats, coughs, etc. Save $?0 by use of one bottle. Warranted the most wonderfnl blemish cnre ever known. Sold by J. H. Honck, druggist, Pittston, Pa. Thus painting side by side they saw much of one another. Itufiis Mortimer, who cherished a real liking for Kathleen, «n**4«(7 Wlnna at. r»f t.liM twnnilHiu anil- To have perfect health yon must have pure blood, and the beat way to have pnre blood la to take Hood's Sarsaparilla. Kingston, Pa