Evening Star Newspaper, April 18, 1891, Page 7

LIN DRESSER’S WIFE. ‘From Harper's Bazar. STAGE STARTED FROM VINE LAKE ery morning at 7. It reached Doremus about 9:90. If more housewives than usual stopped Gale Truaz, the handsome and accom- modating driver, to band himaletter or to ask him to buy a spool of silk or « package of bird food for them in Doremus—why. then it was 10 o'clock instead of 9:30 when the stage drew up before the door of the Doremus post office. Ten o'clock was early enough, so that Gale ‘Truax did not usually have to hurry the house- wives. Tomlin Dresser's house wad ten miles from Vine Lake, on the road to Doremus. The neigh- borhood in which he lived was in the latter town, but it was called Bashan. It was in New England, and not many miles from s famous college, though you might not have thought it There was more needof missionaries in Bashan than there is in some parts of Ceylon or U The Vine Lake stage usally reached Tomlin Dresser's about a guarter before 9. It often stopped there. ‘was not wholly because there were so many passengers or packages to be loft there, but was partly because Tomlin Dresser’s young wife Rose had come from Vine Lake, and had Gale Trusx for years, a6 well as many others who resided there. Gale Truax often had messages for Rose ‘rom these various friends and acquaintances. Besides, Rose was much tied at home with the care of her housekeeping and of her pretty baby, and she had often to send to Doremus for little things which she wanted. and which Gale Truax Drought back with him when the stage returned, about 2 in the afternoon. It seemed to Tomlin Dresser one April morn- , as he was plowing on the slope al : Sika beck of Ihehouse, that Gale Troaz stopped too long to talk with Hose. “He seems to have more nonsense to talk to my wife, confound him!” muttered Tomlin Dresser, “than he talks to all the girls in Tomlin had been ploughing for more than Plas maa tg eee eg ge peg ig = was tired. He would sit down and rest and then he could think. Every one must have noticed that the same thing can happen day after day for months, perhaps for vears, without attracting attention, Sl suddenly. without special reason, one begins to think about it as if it were very ‘new. was the way in which Tomlin Dresser began to think about the Vine Lake stage stopping in front of his door. : 44s be sat on his plough chewing a blade of —the worst thing that Tomlin ever ywed—the sound of Rose's fresh young laugh eame floating up to him. : “ that” good-looking Gale Truax!” thought Tomlin Dresser, with unwonted pro- fanity. ‘What's he saying to my wife? s Presently he heard Gale Truax chirrup to his horse and Rose's voice crying ote him, “Now, Gale, don’t you forget—two yards.” What seweet voice it was! Tomlin Dresser had courted Rose for two years and he had been married to her for two years more, but the sound of her voice thrilled him through and through to this day. He was = sluggish ilt, slow motioned, slow spoken. " He was of medium height, with straight black hair which was not eften cut. There was only one barber in Doremus and he was generally busy when Tomlin could get time to go to him. Tomlin hated to wait, so he seldom went. Consequently now and usually his hair was long in his neck and behind his ears. His young beard was soft and black around his face, yet growing already well u into his cheeks; bis eyebrows were black an straight; his eyes were black, and there was a defect in one of them which sometimes made him look crosseyed, though the general effect one commonly got from looking at them was that they were steady and level. They were very somber—almost too intense. ‘Tomlin was very strong. ‘There was prob- ably not a stronger farmer than he in all the country around Doremus village. “I ought to be strong,” he said to himself now as he looked down on his brawuy arms his left hand over the hard muscles of his right forearm. “I'm strong. and I ought tobe. I've worked like a dog, and it’s all been for her. First I thought she never was goin te look at me. Then I pitched in and my horse, so that she would sorter notice me. ‘Then when I could see she was beginning to think of me, and thinking I might maybe amount to something sometime, I worl harder yet, and earned a patch o’ land. Then she said she'd have me. and I put in and got money enough to build my house and barn, and since we got married and moved in, Lord, bow I've worked! And now there's the youn; one. I'd work myself to death for them, an T'll bet I'm a fool for doing it! The neighbors must have noticed that confounded fool stop- 1g here soevery day or two,” pursued Tomlin Bresser, in his slow, sullen way, the smolder- fire’ within him ‘eating deeper and deeper into is soul. “Likely un Sot they're laughing in their sleeves at me letting my wife dirt wi that good-looking Gale Truax. I've kinder seen it for weeks. now, but I ain't thought about it as P'd oughter.” ‘The sweat poured from him as he reflected. His head drooped. He took off his hat and rubbed his forehead and neck hard with his elean red handkerchief. Suddenly a voice spoke just beside him. Rose had come up so softly that be had not heard her and was standing there with the Debye Ueautiful babs—perkaps nine or ten months old, fair and blue-eyed like its mother, whose golden hair, smoothed carefully when the bel twintedit into.n generous knee ast morning. was now in little rings and curls all over her shining head. Her tace was rosy, her eves laughing and sunny. She looked as pretty and girlish and willful, as she stood ing into ber young husband's face, in ker eee caies geen, with her plump baby on her arm, as auy ball-room belle that was ever seen. Her eyes grewclouded and anxious as she gazed into bis. “What are you sitting down for, Lin?” she asked him. “You sick?” “I was—well—sorter tired like,” stammered Tomlin Dreser. “I saw you out of the window and I didn’t know but you'd got hurt or something. Says I to myself, ‘Maybe the horse bas hicked “No,” returned Tomlin Dresser, shaking her off asshe took hold of his arm with her free hand and looked searchingly into his face. “I'm allright You'd better go in.” ‘The baby crowed at him, and stretched out his little arm, but his father did not respond as be usually did. “You'd better go in,” he repeated, as Rose held the baby out toward him, expecting him to take the child. Tomlin only nodded te him and tarned away. “"Twoulda't burt you tohold him a minute,” hinted Kose, pouting. “I ain't got time. Take him in. Get along.” Tomlin turned and took hold of his plough. “Why, Lin Dresser!” cried Kose, half in jest and half in earnest. “I shouldn't think you liked us a bit—shoul i we, Dick?” She kissed the child and pressed him close. “Well, good-bye. crosspatch mind to let your dinner burn.” She made up s playful face at her husband, and walked with « leisurely step toward the bouse. “What ails him?" she thought. “It can’t be money matters. He said he wasa’t sick. What is it? “Maybe—maybe—" and Rose remembered, with a blush, Gale Truax, and what a jolly talk they bad together at'the gate. Rose's father and ‘Rad died in Vine Lake when girl She had never had brothers nor gsters, but she had cousins still living there and one of them was going to be married soon. Gale Truax had been telling her all about it. “Very well, if Tomlin Dresser is ing to act that way,” thought his spirited ttle wife, “I U—F'll—well—I ll teach him that he needn't be so cross to baby and me.” She kissed te baby and sat down to rock him to sleep. ‘Thefe were tears in her eves. Her husband bad never looked at her before just as be bad looked at her that morning. recollection of it made her hot and angry. ‘Then the defect in his eye; it had never so glaring to her as it had that morn- ing, it made him look fierce and ugly some- how. A sort of « foreboding of evil shad- owed the girl's bright young spirit. She had never rocked her baby to sleep before without singing to him, but today she could not warble so much as a note. When the’ ¢ame along after dinner Gale ‘Trusx « and held out Rose's parcel. Rose bad wavered between thinking that she would talk with him a good while, and that she would just thank him coolly and let him go Fight on. au sbe finally did was to run out and get take it merrily and talk until she heard pretty much all of the Dore. mus news. She laughed a great deal, and she knew that she was looking very flushed and | had tty, for Gale Truax regarded her with Mistshable admiration. “When she at been talking out at the gate for quite half an | she hour. There had bee: time. “I don't care,” though? pretty Rose Dresser, | tossing her head; “he needn't be so cross.” But in her heart she yearned over the dark-browed young fellow following his horse thi sh the toilsome furrows. In her secret soul she be- lieved that no other woman had ever been loved as she was loved . ough about it. It was not, she had hundreds of timer said to herself, because she wasso much more charming than other girls, bat because no other man hom she had ever seen or ined was capal ing 80 are dently aa evenly and so long as Tomlin r. The sustained, unfaltering power of his will, the awful self-obliterating humility of hig love—though poor Rose, who had little erlough education, could not have analyzed it_frightened her’ whenever she thought of it soberly. Now she could not help a tremulous fear within her. If Tomlin Dreeer really were lous, what might he not do’ Supper time came. The baby was very glee- ful, and Rose played with him with a good deal of ‘noise and demonstration, but Tomlin little heed to it all. Not once did the dark on his brow lighten. His eves were duller smaller and more sullen than Rose had e Bouse ae though sveryining. war e& truals got was as got the baby to sleep and ‘then sat down beside the ssToulla ‘Dresser took and ‘om Ups newspaper read it fora while. ‘Then he dropped it and looked into the fire; for the evening had come on chilly and they were glad to gather around the kitchen stove, th the open grate of which the coals showed cheerily. After a little he rose and began to pace slowly about the room. His wife was humming some, i At last she 5 as nervous ase fish, walking around so. You're awfully poky to- night.” Why don't you sit down and keep “Til go out tf Idistarb ron,” hesaid, huskily, —_ up his hat he eut imto the night. ere was a bright moon, almost full, and he roamed around in its light for an hour or more, first out into the barn, where the horse and the cow were naturally surprised to see their mas- ter at such an ‘hour, and then, into the fala where been plo luring the a Te has often been reared. Shat things put on a very different loek in the moonlight from that which they assume in any other. Now, as Tomlin Dresser wandered aimlessly about, his whole life looked to him very different from what it had ever looked before. When at last he wont in and sought his bed he found Rose and the baby fast asleep. He locked the doors softly, and lay down maletly in his place. The moonlight made the roem almost as light as day. Rose's pretty face as slept hourshe lay there wide awake. The moon sank low, and still he conld not sleep. The slow devouring fire within him was burn- ing more and more flercely. in his sure, deliberate _ “She's e. At first she was contented with a hard-working man, who didn’t care for any other woman, and never had She was satisfied | She with me and Dick, but she’s getting sick of me, Ican see. She'd rather have that Gale Truax, tache with his curly mi and his “excuse me,” and all his palaver. Tomlin x anathematized the hand- some stage driver with hot, reiterated impreca- tions. “Well,” he went on again in the same strain of simple reasoning over which he was goin, again and again—“well, if she wants him, want her to have him: I want her to have what she likes. If I was out of the way maybe she'd have him.” It did not occur to Tomlin Dresser, in the anguish of his soul, that the course of reason- ing which he had adopted might do nis wife an injustice. He did not think of the lack of char- acter, of stability of purpose, which he was unconsciously attributing to her. In his simple unsophisticated mind she had always stood unquestioned, like a goddess. she stood unquestioned still. She had talked with Gale Truax in » way which showed plainly to her husband that she loved the hand- some stage driver—the Adonis both of Vine Lake and Doremus. He was glad enough to have her smile upon him of course. Any man would be, thought Tomlin bitterly. She was not to blame as he saw the matter now; at least he did not blame her, though he heaped fresh ictions every hour upon the head of the dapper youth who had stepped be- tween them. When Tomlin rose in the morning he was un- refreshed. He ate his breakfast in silence and went out again to his work. He had planned togo off toadistant lot today, for he had | h plowed as far as he meant this year on the hill- side, When he was ready, however, be could not bear to leave the vicinity of had a horrible desire to see stopped again. There was a little more plant- ing that he might do in the garden. He would do it today. The stage came along early. It bem ipbanh cle, gato with the baby ca er arm. re WAS & me: logue be- tween her and Gale T-uax, and aguin she gave him an errand to do for her in the vi ‘Tomlin Dresser ate his dinner as if he were inadream. He didnot speak. Rose was saucy and indifferent. The stage stopped again at 2 o'clock and Gale Truax gave her a parcel. When Tomlin came in to supper Rose showed him a little fancy bon bon basket. “See here,” she said, with a fresh desire to torment him. “Gale brought this to Dick from Doremus. He said that I could have some ot the cendy jf I wanted to. Of course he knew I wouldn't lét Dick eat it. Wasn't he good? My husband, maybe, doesn’t care to speak to me; bat, Inckily, everybody doesn’t dislike me so much.” She tossed her head, ate some of the candy and threw a piece of it toward Tomlin. He let it fall to the floor. Then he picked it up—it would save her trouble for him to pick it up— and threw it into the fire. His somber eyes were more lightless and wretched than she liad ever seen them. Besides he looked very cross- eyed. Rose went on mechanically with a song which she had begun. Now and then she stopped in ‘@ conspicuous way to enjoy her candy. About 9 o'clock she yawned and remarked that the baby was ‘“a good deal better company than somebody else that she might mention.” ‘Then she went off to bed and was soon asleep. Tomlin Dremersat moodily bef paced up and down the clean and pleasant Kitchen. He was filled with only one thought now. He wanted to get away—to get away from Rose and Gale Truax and Doremus and all the people whom he had ever seen. E thing seemed warped and unnatural to He felt as though he were crazy. Perhaps he was. At last he took ink anda pen from a shelf and found a sheet of paper ina table drawer. Tomlin was nota ready writer, but he had com- before long a legible if not an elegant Ketter. “It said’ “Dean Rose.—I am going away. I shall probably ni come back. There is money in the bank. The book is in my desk in the parlor. Use it all you want. isa little more ploughing and planting todo. You will have to get somebody to doit. Iean’t. Good- bye. I want you to have a good time. Lix.” Nota word about the baby. What did he care about the baby? His heart, bis mind, his whole being, were full of Rose, only Rose.’ He went inte the bed room and looked at her asleep in the moonlight. Her baby lay upon her breast. Tomlia Dresser's powerful frame was shaking like a cluster of green hop blooms in the August breeze. His heart hammered, ham- mered against his ribs with « force which seemed to him greater than the force of his strong right arm, but he to creep out again into the kitchen. Then he looked into his pocket book to see if he had money enough, brought a valise and tumbled a few things into it, got his hat, put out the light andstoie softly away from the house through the wood shed. He calculated to catch the midnight train to Boston, and he reached the Doremus station just as it was coming into view around acurve half a mile away. next morning he was in Boston. In the morning paper he read that a number of men were wanted to ship ice to New York from some place in Maine. He went up there, was employed and worked hard all summer. Other men were discharged, but Tomlin was | The: it. He did the work of two men, the “boss” said. When the ice job was he was put to work on lumber. The winter came on and Tomlin went up into the woods chopping. He seldom n spoke and he acquired the nickname of ‘Tomfool” amon: his mates, with whom he would not drink and carouse. He had a long pipe, which, when work was over, every day he smoked, smoked, smoked until be went to bed. All through the sammer and winter he was in a dazed and be- wildered frame of mind. He worked unceas- ingly, so that at night he was utterly ex- hausted. He felt as though he had into @ machine. e April came around again. It found Tomlin Dresser up at the head waters of a great Maine river sending off rafts of logs. Si ks ea he began to feel as he had not felt for months. It seemed to him as though head had been sealed up with sealing-wax, and that sud. denly the sealing-wax had’ been broken and his head was free. Pictures presented themselves before him incessantly of his distant home upon the hill side. He seemed to see his her eyes! Instinctively gather her into them, and he aloud Shen shor ‘loved pon the empty air, He seemed to hear the baby crowing and laughing. ’. THE EVENING STAR: WASHINGTON, D.C, SATURDAY, APRIL 18, 1891—SIXTEEN PAGES. ee eee ee ee rr a 2 0d ee A dc What» bright baby it was! Ob, what an in- terminable age it had been since he had seen them! How could he have staid away so lo “Oh, yes!” he himself, bewilderedly. {It is because Rove does not love meany longer. She loves somebody else and perhaps she gone to live with him.” “What!” erled an awakened voice within him; ‘Rose live with somebody else! You in- sult her. Rose is a good ‘She is married to you and she will stick to you.” “Why.” he asked of this voice, “do you think that she loves me now?” “Of course she does,” answered the awakened Tolce.. She is true and good. | She promised to love, honor and obey. Rose isn't the girl to back on her premise. She isn’t like some of jose creatures who live on the edge of Bashan and who have the finger of scorn pointed at them by every honest man and woman. You wrong her cruelly.” ~ “But she did not laugh and talk with me for many a long day an she laughed and talked with Gale Truax at the gate: ay, and she laughed and talked with him for weeks nearly every =. ‘Oh, she is young and light hearted,” ad- mitted the awakened voice. ‘Perhaps you were not quite tender enough toward her, and per- haps she liked to see how jealous she could Perhaps you were really morose and ugly to her. idn't sho k your little house beautifully neat for you? Wasn't shes dutiful wife to you? Couldn't you have over- looked a little folly on her part, and wouldn't she bave come around all right if you had enly shown her that you trusted her fully? What a brute you were to go off and leave her to abift fer herself !’ This involuntery interview had the effect upon Tomlin Dresser of a vivid, awful dream. fe had come to himselfat last. It is said that overweening love unhinges a man; Tomlin Dresser had perhaps loved his wife too intensely. At any rate, he felt now as though he were just regaining his common sense, after having been without it for a long time. In a tremor of agitation, he rushed at once to throw up his place and two days later he reached Dorentus by au evening train. He skulked off from his car on the side op- posite the station, leaped «fence and was al- train passed on. A little way from his home he overtook two men {n.a wagon—old neighbors of his. ‘Their, talk sounded loud in the calm moonlit night. Tom- lin burried to come nearer, though he kept close in the shade of the bushes by the roadside. “I never could understand Tomlin Dresser's going off 40,” remarked one of them, an elderly man. ‘Some think he was orazy. sy “I'don't know,” rejoined the other, a young fellow, shaking hi “Some think there was foul play there.” “Oh, but he wrote his wife a letter!” tegne ou know that he wrote his wife a let- ?" “Know? I know I've heard it all around.” ‘I don't believe he ever wrote her any leiter. ¢’s that proud she won't tell anything, and nobody know ‘anything for T've heard that she thinks he wasalittle mite off his “Maybe. Anyhow she showed pluck, if ever ‘woman did.” ell, sho had to. It was pretty mean in Tomlin Dresser to go off so if Le did know what he was about. She didn’t have any home to go to, a8 some women have, so xhe just made up her mind to keep this one. They say she is out in all weathers, raking and hoeing and plant- ing, and what not; takes care of the horse and cow pretty much herself; nobody to help her most of the time but that great hulking boy, that cousin of hers from Vine Lake, and he's no good—a simpleton if ever there was one. She loes all of the headwork and # good share of the hand work. Rose is clever, but it’s hard on her. She looks an she did a something doesn't hap- pen pretty quick. They say she expects him home again some time." “sho! Just lke a woman. If Tomlin Dresser'd been a-coming he'd have come long before this time. I don't believe he'll ever show his face in this part of the country nor anywhere else. I believe he + Goud. ‘The other man began to rake up remarkable instances of which he had heard of men who had returned after mysterious disappearances, and Tomlin gradually fell away behind them: About half a mile from his home he left the main road for a short cut which he knew well. Ina few moments he was beside the little ouse. - It was about 8:90. The curtain of the kitchen window was up and Tomlin looked in. “hulking boy” was mending a farm tool on one side of the table, and Rose, with her lap fall of sewing, was sitting on the other She had dropped her work and her head resting upon her arms on the table. With a little stamp and shuffle upon the mat outside the door, such as he elways used to give,-he lifted the latch and walked unsteadily in. ose started up with a little shriek and her work fell in a heap to the floor. “Oh, Lin!” she cried, and then she threw her- self into the strong arms which he opened to receive her. He raised her from her feetas though she had been a child—his heart smote him atresh when he felt her weight to be so light—and bore her into the little bed room, laid her gently on the bed, covering her face with kisses. “Oh, Lin!” she began, fast and pleadingly; “I want to tell you that lam ashamed. I just talked with Gale Truax, first, because I didn't think, and then to teave you. I ought to have known better. I woulda't do such a thing now. I'm older, you see, and wiser than I used to be. Thaven't spoken to him since you went aw. I couldn't bear to see him any inore. Oh, Li wasn't it that that made you go off so? I haven't used all the money. I tried to make it go.ae far asIcould. iwasafraid you would not come back. Oh, Lin, it has nearly killed me!” “I guess I was sorter crazy-like,” answered Tomlin Dresser, swallowing hard.’ “I thought you didn't like me any more, and it made me feel—queer. Don’t say anything more about it, Rose. We'll act as if it hadn't ever hap- he agreed, still clinging to him fondly, repentantiy. Tomlin Dresser went to the closet, hun, his coat there, and took down an old one whic] he used to wear. It was hanging in its old place. He put it on. He seemed to hang away the ice and the lumber of Maine with his coat. ‘I see,” he said, speaking to Rose, who was stooping over the boy, pink and beautiful as ever, in his old place on the bed—‘“I see that hill patch ain't ploughed yet I'll go right to ‘a ti work on it in the mornin; ee Emperor William's Kambles in Disguise. From the Philadelphia Times. People who imagine that his imperial majesty Bios al! his time inchristening new-born sons, meditating on the wickedness of Prince Bis- marck and quarreling with Count von Walder- see are very much mistaken. He likes his fan also and takes it. There is a certain music hall in Berlin where the emperor enjoys ad- ventures worthy of the Caliph Haroun Al Raschid. Whether he is recognizhd or not I cannot say, as his majesty is an adept in the art’ of ‘making up.” How- ever, polics men, detectives and others are far too to express suspicions in case they have some idea they are in the presence of the Lord of Germany. It is confidently said that the other day, in the guise of a Hebrew ped- dler, his majesty wandered through the haunts of the Jewish community in his capital and dis- cussed with a number of working Israelites the condition of their race in his own dominions and the effect of the harsh measures recently promulgated against them in Russia. On another occasion the emperor is said to ve passed many hours of the night wander- ing among the saloons used by sailors and common oe arguing and inviting criti- cism on the life of a private in his army or an A.B. seaman in his navy. All these things doubtless assist the young sovereign in his endeavors to act as the father of his people: but occasionally tho fact thathe is a young man bursts upon him, and he is apt to join in vigorous dancing and play high jinks generally as enthusiasti i the latest Jack ashore. m, in the middle of acan-can or a schoj pen, comes the memory, “Ich bin der Kaiser, and his temporary boon companions are sur- ised to see their new comrade suddenly Siew bimeclf w , turn on his heel and leave the place, followed bya couple of, till that moment, supposed-to-be drunken chums. ———_ Modern Taste. FORGERS ARE A Grown So Skillful as to Endanger National Finance. The chief engraver of the bureau of engrav- ing and printing was closeted the other day for © long while with » high treasury official. Spread before them were two silver certifi- cates—one of regular government issue and the other a specimen of the new $2 counterfeit which has occasioned such a sensation by reason of the perfection of its execution. spending a fall hour examining the real and the false notes with powerful magnifying glasses, the famous expert in money designing turned to the guardian of Uncle Sam's box and “There are“no differences.” To such a point, in fact, has the art of counterfeiting been developed. The work of the fraudulent money makers is no longer feebly imitative. Year after year it has more difficult of detection until at las be said that the swindlercan ma per dollar as the government luce. A Star reporter asked the treasury of- ficial above referred to chief difficult; yesterday what was thi that « counterfeiter bad to overcome in the manufacture of = successful bank note er certificate. has no difficulties to encounter,” was “The last of them has been swept though some of the most skilifal e the world belony to the criminal class, tl work was nevertheless invariably distingui the true by differences beyond hoto-mechanical pro- revolutionized ing. With no labor worth mentioning camera reproduces the design of a note upon metal plate, which, after passi simple etching process, becomes to all inte d_ purposes a fac simile of the original stecl to print the me: overies in photochromy, the engraving, read Thanks to late d execution of greenbacl PI cisely the proper shadesis the easiest thing in the fere is the last report of the chief of secret service. He says: government notes nowadays 90, are marvel” o art, aided by the wonderful geometric Inthe. ink it impossible to successfully ch work upon looking over the complex area of lines and patterns; and yet at this moment counterfeiters are reproducit 80 perfectly that the elaborate beauty of be said to offer no the public or defense against fraud.’”” “But how about imitating the pape: “That is no obstacle to the counterfeiter. The special paper used by the treasury doesn't amount toared cent as a should it? You can buy the same stuff, ac- ity, at any stationer's. No, of threads, but | of per money may rotection. How sording to qualit in other respects, who of looking for the threads?” Su er, that one did; the swindler has lying them. With a ruler ied with light blue ink he jem to perfection across the face " lengthwise with his so that anybody for a thread will swear he sees one in the fold, the illusion being caused by a bi fiberin the paper. Possibly the try to lift out the threa If he does, it i that the toughness of the him to think the thread is no safeguard.” is to be done then?” “t's hard to say. Something has certainly got to be done when the treasury engravers cannot tell counterfeits from the work they have themselves executed. I would that radical changes T on which the money is printed. are reproduced to perfection; therefore e have nothing but the paper to fall back upon. It should be made absolutely distinctive, legal enactment forbidding the manufacture of any paper like the several ways of sup anda fine pen loa ahundred to one er’s fiber will lead ey paper of the gov- Each denomination of note or cer- ificate ought to have ite own special variety of so that one could tell by the feel merely. one-dollar bill True, the paper could be imitated: but it possible to make fine plant of machinery, an abroad would be carefully watched.” Et without a bulky factories here and ‘From the New York Sun. He was getting shine on his boots ashe Jeaned up against the post office bnilding, and observing that the bootblack had a black oye he “Iam afraid you are prone to belligerency, “What's them?” asked the lad. “You have been engaged in «physical con- “In other words, you resorted to muscular force where argument would no doubt have been far better. ‘The boy rubbed away for a while and tried to straighten the kinks out of the several ex- pressions, and then suddenly looked up and “Oh! you mean my black eye, don’t you?” if course I do.” You mean I’ve bin in a fight?" e nd got licked?” ethaps, It is very aad to see one so young walking in the path which leads to sin and dis- ou're off, old man—way off!” replied the with a good deal of spirit, as he chucked his brushes into his box. wid none of de kids. robbin’ of @ man on 2d avenue an’ I jumped in an’ saved him an’ his boodle, and got dis eye for me reward.” 's it! ‘Then I am sorry to have said anything. Iho; “I wasn't serappin’ I didn't hurt “your feel- ‘ight. Scrap widakid! Never, sir!” hats right, my boy! A brave boy will not ir, and besides it was his elbow he hit me wid and all by accident, and de way I did lamb de stuftin’ outer dat messenger boy and make him holler would have made all your hair Some Good Advice. From the New York Sun. There was a young man ina seat by himself who betrayed such impatience every time the train stopped that the old man in front of him finally turned and inquired: ialon yer mind to make ye act so nervous? Heard any bad news?" io, sir.” idn’t know but somebody was dead.” “No, str. I'm to be married at 5 o'clock this afternoon in Buffalo.” “shoo! You don’t say so?” “And it makes ye narvous?” “Somewhat. I supp “Then it's a case of love?” “Yes, sir—pure and simple, as Iam proud to in other words, you hain't hain’t got nuthin’, and you don't either of’ you t nuthin’ from nol “Waal, young man, that’s the way with lots 0’ folks, and it can't be helped. way myself. It hain't none o’ my bizness, of probably this thing has gone too but let me give Started in that gul for love and lived fur five years on johnny cake and barley coffee. married awidow for fort three horses an highway commissioner, trustee and referee of in’ matches in the country. If it hain't when ye git to Buffalo just move that the meeting do a nuthin’ but a sort of mist, er hand on land worth. the downy lea, yo id back of ye She died and I acres of land, six cows, fifty-four sheep, and I'm jo Public Watch, ‘From the Detroit Free Press. white-wash brush in his hand and a step-ladder over his shoulder, when » man who had come in on the train inquired: “What time of day is it, uncle?” Hie i F iy 7 THE TIME SIGNAL SERVICE. ‘Half » Century of Work and Now a Sharp Controversy. ‘From the New York Sun. The dispute pending between the Naval Ob- servatory and some other institutions over the supply of time signals for railroad and com- mercial uses recalls the dissension between the Naval Observatory and the signal bureau on the same subject about nine years ago. Next year the Naval Observatory will finish its fiftieth year of existence, and during nearly all this period it has pursued among its occu- pations that of furnishing the public with ac- curate time. As long ago as 1845 it began the Practice ofmarking the arrival of noon by dropping a ball daily from the dome of its building. The story of this ball is also one of scientific and mechanical progress, since it was at first released by hand, the halliards be- ing let go at the word &_ man who was watch: This primitive meth tinued about = dozen years, and then the ball was released by electricity, the observer touching the knob. Still another step was taken about ten years later, when a transmitting clock was set up and the ball released d automatically a jut, prior to that stage in the process, the work of the observatory in farduhing time signals had been greatly extended. Just about twenty-five years ago the municipal authori- ties of Washington connected the fire-alarm ‘ells by telegraph with the observatory, and these were then struck not only at noon, but at 7 o'clock in the morning and the evening, 80 that the people could correct their timepieces, if they chose, threo timesaday. The watch- makers took advantage of the same circuit, while shortly afterward a system of clocks was set up in the department buildings and con- trolled 80 as to agree with the one at the Naval Observatory by taking their movement from about ‘noon. ‘The Western Union Telegraph office received the benefit of the same system in that year, 1867, and from that date was able to send the ‘correct time all over the country wherever its wires Ten years later, in 1877, the afterward be- came so familiar to th way and its vicinity was dro} from the top of the Western New York. That also illu advance in methods, the dropping being done first by hand and then automatically by the transmitting clock, which, as in the Washing- ton offices, was made to take its movements for a short time before noon by electrical con- nection from the movements of the Naval Ob- servatory clock, so that it might be dropped at noon by New York time. The various com: mercial, shipping and stock exchanges and the watchmakers and others alvo took their time through clocks controlled by that of the West- ern Union, just as hed been the case in Wash- ing, and 60 the system spread through the country. The introduction of the system of dividing the country into longitudinal belts or districts for railroad time created another new need and stage of progress. Severul years ago the Washington Observatory at St. Louis estab- lished a system of signals for the regulation of timepieces which attracted great attention and was followed by a syndicate of observa- tories for securing and giving out correct astronomicai time. ‘These included the St. Louis, Harvard, Yale, Lick and Allegheny ob- \d ‘the Carlton: in Minnesota. The railroads paid for the time and other signals which they received from this combination and the subsidy enabled the apparatus to be kept up. But now a grievance d daily at noon ix felt by these observatories in the action | of the “Naval Observatory ton, which recently adopted a system of fur- ishi i gratuitously to the Western Union Telegraph Company. This arrangement, it is said, will enable that company to cut Washing- under the service furnished by the observato- | ries on account of its superior facilities for telegraphing, and hence to destroy this source of their income. The astronomers have accordingly taken the aggressive and propose to ask Congressto re- move the government observatory from the | charge of navy officers and to put it else- where. They urge thi is exsentially of scientific and astronomical character. The presen: superintendent is Capt. Frederick V. ensigns and five professor ceedingly creditable ins’ ‘ putes. But the assertion is made that this is due to its astronomical and scientific rather than its naval character, and that the same line of reasoning which induced Congress to take away the weather bureau from the War De- partment as being an estentially civilian insti- tution should also lead to taking the national observatory from naval control and putting it under the direction of astronomers. How far this movement may be-pushed -it is difficult as yet to say. ——___+ee— A RUSSIAN ROMANCE. Walter Besant’s Shortest Story and One of His Best. From the Philadelphia Press. Walter Besant, the English novelist, in a note received from him yesterday, says: “Here isa true story which does not belon; pondence, but I think it ver give it as it was told me: A certain young Rus- sian, of good family, fell in love with a village girl, whom he wished to marry. His father, objecting on the ground of social disparity, made arrangements by which the girl was be- trothed to a young peasant of her own clase. “Now, it is the custom in some parts of Russia for the bridegroom and his friends to begin drinking early in theday of the martiage, so that when the time comes for the church coaemony the groom has often to be led to the altar and supported by a friend on either Joundg ng This happened on the morning of the marri of the girl. The bridegroom was ied to the altar and supported by two men, of whom one the young gentleman himself. iow mark his craft und subtlety. When the time came for joining hands he put out his own hand, the groom being too far gone to Rotice anything, and eo was joined in matri- mony to the girl. The certificate of the mar- riage had already been written in the register before the ceremony, a precaution obviously necessary. “The wedding over, the young noble took the m her people at the church door, drove er and took her to Paris, where they lived together in amity for several years. “Then the father died, and it became neces- sary to return to Kussia, and, if possible, for the sake of the children, to get the marringe knowledged. is business was intrusted to a lawyer, who visited the village and saw the register. He returned, stating that it was impossible, be- cause the marriage was entered in the books as between the rustic and the girl. Being, however, assured that something must be done, he returned, got possession of the regis- ter and clumsily erased the name of the rustic bridogroom. ‘This done, he—at this point you ack what bo did, and everybody says ‘Filled in the other name.’ No, he did not; he wrote again over the erasure the name of the village swain. He did not, therefore, forge the record, but if his noble client afterward found it desir- able to assert that some one had done so the fact of the erasure would be apparent.” —_—_or English Friendly Societies. From the St. James Gazette. ‘The returns of some of the large friendly so- cieties for 1890 are now coming in and no‘ withstanding the increased expenditure caused by the influenza epidemic in the early part of the year the figures in most cases show large increases, both in members and funda. The Ancient Order of Foresters, numerically largest, with ite 700,000 members, added 17,587 to its number and £159,303 to its funds. bringing the reserve capital up to £4,500,000. This society appears tobe rapidly “leveling up” its actuarial deficiency, the returns show- ing that a proportion equal to 73.4 of its mem- bora are now paying graduated contributions aces to age, as aguinst 59.5 five years ago. ‘The Manchester Unity of Odd Fellows comes all | slightly behind the Foresters in t to numbers, but occupies far and away the front societies in wealth, ite invosted cap- os magnificent amount of cen society without branches, has gdvancing of late by leaps and bounds. Its ann shows that in 1890 it addded 10,000, "and 76.000 4 ice funds, and skilled Ee te saprete theme tence an adult mem! of 1, with 144,000 juvenile amen — ital of over £13,000,000. —— ne societies consti- —s ite another class, at head of which stands the - it | spell the name of a body of singers ople on lower Broad- | the same | AN ORTHOGRAPHIC SNAP. Making Pretty Fair Wages Out of a Wrinkle That Not Everybody Knows. From the Chicago Mail. “How do you spell ‘choir'?” inquired a short, pudgy drummer as he sat at a table in the writ- ing room of the Weddell House in Cleveland a few weeks ago. There were « dozen men busily writing at the same table andgs many more who were reading newspapers. The abrupt- ness of the question caused the writers to pause in their work, for the question apparently had not been addressed to any particular individual. The speaker reflectively nibbled the end of a penholder while waiting for a reply. A gentleman upon the opposite side of the table finally blurted out: “What kind of ‘choir’ do you mean?” “Why, a lot of si know. "A church ‘chore = * CuBr you “Q—u-i—r—e.” Sig ine again bis pen in ink jrummer ear”, to resuming ape need e other gentlemen could conceal their mirth. in the writer paused to say. half apologetic “Blamed T could tell how to pelt it. med to me it ought to be spelled with a ‘c.’ I was going to write it ‘choir.’ This was too much for the gravity of the | 7. crowd, and after a hearty laugh one of the gen- tlemen said: “Well, if were in your place T'd spell it that way now, I think. “Well, I thought I could hardly be mistaken about it,” said the puzzled speller. Meanwhile the gentleman who bad so kindly volunteered to spell the word became very ner Yous and seemed inclined to get angry, “There are different ways to spell. the word ‘choir,’ he said, “and it makes all the differ- ence in the world whether you are trying to church or a certain quantity of paper. If you mean a company of church singers it is ‘q-a-i-t-e,” but ia quantity of paper—" “Well, hardly.” remarked « flashily dressed New York drummer, laying down his pen. “You will pardon me, my friend, but you're Wroug. You've got the two words mixed. ‘Q-u-i-r-¢' spells a paper quire, and ‘c-b-o-i-r spells a church choir. “Not bya long shot,” stoutly insisted the spel- ler. -Q-a-i-r-e spells a church choir—or it used to do it when I went to school—and I've got moncy right here in my clothes which says that it epells it now.” ‘The speaker was decidedly angry, while the rest of the crowd were rather amused at bis discomfiture. “Oh well,” remarked the Now Yorker, airily, “it isn’t worth while quarreling about an vr especially since it can be settled so easily. YOU are so sure that ‘q-u-i-r-c’ spells choir sup- pose you back up your belief by say the cigars for the crowd—and we'll look in the dictionary over yonder and end the con- troversy.”” “I'm agreed,” was the hot rejoinder; “or I'l bet you €5, or $10, or $25 that I'm right, and prove it by Webster's Unabridged Dictionary in ten seconds.” As he spoke he pulled out a id the New Yorker quietly laid a table, which was prompily cov- ‘The dictionary was brought forward. The Gotham drummer opened the big book and smiled like aman who knows that be has a “sure thing” in sight as he turned to the word ud commenced reading the defini- body of singers in a church. See ‘The silence that fell upon that room was un- relieved save by the rustle of a $20 bill as it was quictiy folded and stowed the ypeller's vest pocke:. - . . A week later, as I was enjoying a cigar in tht lobby of the Riggs House at Indianapolis I w: startled by hearing a familiar voice exclaim: “How do you spell choir?” Glancing hastily around I was surprised to see at one of the g tables the identical gentleman whose ignorance bad caused such a commotion at Cleveland concerning that very word. Looking closer I was equally surprised to find ‘near him the benevolent geutieman who had kindly vol- unteered to spell the word for him at Cleve- land and who gained ¥20 by doing so. Ap- proaching the scene of battle I took a seat where I could observe the subsequent proceed- | ings, and within one minute the Cleveland per- formance had been duplicated, the speller pocketing @25 this time as the result of his acumen. Accosting the winner, I said, quietly: “T see that you spell ‘choir’ now in just the same way that you did the other day at Cleveland ” : he replicd, “that’s a pretty good way to spell it anywhere. It has netted my partner day for the last two nd is the best snap Lever struck aiid I ueed to work with some of here and me about 50 months. It works nine we take no risks, you see. out of ten the slickest boys in the country, too. “But,” he added confidentially, “if you ever try it you'd better keep both ‘open, or You'll miss connection with the dictlonary. You can find ‘choir’ spelled and defmed under the word ‘quire’ in “Webster's unabridged’ only. Even Webster had an edition of 1891 called the ‘International Unabridged,’ which reads “quire—see choir,’ without giving any definition.” —_—_<o.____. How He Swore Of. From the Chicago Tribune. As strange as it may seem, there was once » Judge of the district court of San Bernardino , California, who disapproved of liquor ine drinking, and lost no opportunity in sternly holding up to public gaze all persons who had committed crimes or misdemeanors count: and while under the influence of strong drink. There lived in that town at the time this ex- emplary man sat upon the bench @ good many men who look upon the wine when it was good and red. and who often frolicked with John Barleycorn until they got the worst of it. There Fas one young man in partienlar who belonged to a good family, who was wont to paint San Bernardino scarlet when funds were not too low. This youth entered his honor’s study one day and exclaimed: “Judge, I'm going to swear off, and I want mas il right, all right; I know—I know. Tl make out the papersand fix you up. It won't take ten minutes.” And tickled nearly to death. the judge made out a satisfactory document, the young man quickly subscribed to it, and then swore never aguin to drink anything intoxicating. Then he w much do Lowe you, Judge?” “Owe me? Heavens. and earth, you: you don’t owe me anything. Confound it! I owe you! You have made me supremely happy ! Tcan never repay you!” tau Now tee here, Judge, that won't do. Ihave en up your time, andI’'m to ou.” “Never, never, never! My’ dear boy, i will not take a cent;” “But you must.” “Never!” “Well, you are the best man I ever saw.” “That's allright.” “And I am determined to demonstrate my thankfulness in some way.” ‘Tl tell “es yes, you you what we'll do, “Let's go and have a drink!” From the Grand Almanach Francais. Adutiful husband wished to give his wife handsome lace scarf for a present, and make sure of getting one to her liking asked her to buy one herself on the pretense that it was for alady friend of theirs. The finest. Honiton, Valenciennes and Brussels lace oods were spread out on the counter, but Siadame thought to herself: = “What is the use of spending so much money on a present for Amelie?” Some embroidered lace was shown next. Even these were too dear. At length abe se- vs eGuie gol enough too, she thought, and | Sould “Have you chosen something pretty?” he “Ol pretty.” “Ia just "what Jou would have chosen for An Unpublished Letter Giving His Views Upon ® Gentleman's Cultivation. From the Atheneum. ‘Twice Washington had to provide for the training and education of youth. Having mar- Tied the widow Custis he adopted her only son, John Custis, whom he confided to the care of the Rev. Jonathan Boucher. Mr. Frederick Loeker-Lampson, grandson of Jonathan » possesses @ number of Washington's letters to that clergyman. Washington's letters show his ideal of a cultivated gentleman (it was before the revolution) tobe one who knows some little Greek and Latin and has a thorough knowledge of “‘Arithmetick.” He is very par- ticular to have the youth taught to dance well, and he must know French perfectly, ignorance of that language having been the de fect in Washington's own education which he felt most deeply his entire career, which, indeed. caused = fey up of his cabinet in 1795, when a fictitions translation of ® French dispatch led to the fall of Randolph, his Secretary of State. “The study of geome- try,” he writes Boucher, “and the mathe- mation (with due regard to the lsaite of it) is equally advantageous. The princi osphy, mora’, natural, &c., I hoeid Sunk very desirable knowledge for a gentleman.” Young Custis was at this time seventeen. ro yeart later, as the general was consideri to what college he should be sent, the yout settled the question by marrying Eleanor Cal- Xert, aged sixteen, whose proximity to Mr. Boucher's house in Annapolis (Maryland) may explain the clergyman's poor success in trying to make the general's adopted John Custis died at twenty-seven of camp fever caught at Yorktown, Va., where he was Wash- ington’s aide during the siege of Cornwallis. He left a son, George Washi Parke Cus- tis, for whom the general h to do what be would fain have done for the father. At gie.of seventeen, this youth was at college Annapolis, and it is ulusing to observe anxious the general had become about the young ladies of that town. The name of the teacher to whom the letter wns addressed does | than they not appear. Mort Verxox, 24. ». 1798. Sra: Your favour of the 13th ulto with the ac- counts came duly to hand, and I thank you for the trouble you have had in paying and woking reccipts therefor. The balance of 1l, 2s, 5b may, if you please, be n to Mr. Custis. It was my intention to have written fully to you by the return of this young Gentleman to College, but the debilitated state into which I have been thrown by fever, with which I was seized on the 18th, and could procure no re- mission of until the 25th past, rendered writ- ing equally irksome and improper. Were the case otherwise I should, I confess, be ata loss to point out any precise course of study for Mr. Custis (sic.) My views with respect to him have already been made known to you, and therefore it is not necessary to repeat them on this occasion—but it is not merely what the best course is for him to pursue, that require consideration, but such an one as he can be induced to pursue, and will contribute to his improvement and the objects in view. In directing the first to the subjects a gentle- man of your literature, discernment and knowl- edge of the world would be at no loss without Suggestion of mine if there was as good « disposition to receive as there are talent to quire Knowledge; but as there seems to be in this youth an unconquerable indolence of tem- per, @ disinclination in fact toall study, it must Test with you to lead him in the best ‘manner and by the easiest modes you can devise to the study of such useful acquirements as may be serviceable to himself and eventually beneficial to his country hereafter. French, from having become in ® manner the universal language, I wished him to be master of, but I do not find from enquiry that he has made much progress in the study of it. Some of the practical branches of mathemat- ics, particularly surveying, he ot ing & good deal of landed property: to. be well acquainted with, as he may have a frequent 0o- casion for the exercise of that art. I have already exceeded the limits I had pre- scribed to myself when I began this letter, but I will trespass yet a little more while I entreat that you will examine him, as often as you can make it convenient, yourself, and ‘him seriously of his omissions and defects, and prevent, as much as it can be done without too rigid a restraint, a devotion of his time to vie- tions of the ‘families in Annapolis, which, when carried to excess or beyond a certain point, cannot fail to take his mind from study and ‘turn his thoughts to very different objects. Above all, let me request, if you should perceive any appearance of his attach- ing himself, by visits or otherwise, to an: young lady of that place, that you would ad- Mmonish him against the measure on of his youtlt and incapability of Fprecihing all the requisites in a connection inthe the death of one of the fertics onifrand ttle jeath of one of iv; and if it is done without effect to advise me thereof. If in his reading he was to make common- place notes, at is usual, y thom fair and ow them to you, two Urpores wo! be anewered by it—1. you would see with what judgment they were done; and 2. it mighy be © means to improve his handwriting, which Tequires nothing but care and attention to ren- der it good. At present all of his writing that Lhave seen is a hurried scribble, as if to get the end speedily was the sole object of writing. With vory great esteem and regard, Tam, Sir, Your Obedt Hbie Servt Go Washington. P. S8.—Knowl in Book keeping is essen- tial to all wiv are ander the occa ot hey ing accounts. George W. P. Custis, concerning wh letter was written, married i of Chatham, Fredericksb: the grandparents of Gen. rt E. Lee. Cus- tis wrote the entertaining but untrustworthy “Recollections and Private Memoirs of Wash- ington. Moxcure D. Coxwar. Naw Your, March, 189) Saved by His Wife's Ready Wit. Prom the Cleveland Plain Dealer. The Rev. Dr. Clinton Locke, the popular Episcopal clergyman of Chicago, made a bad break the other day, but washelped out by the quick wit of his wife. ‘Now I'm off, my dear. Til run up stairs and escape tll she goes away.” After about an hour he quietly tiptoed to the stair landing and listened. All was quiet below. Reassured, to descend, and while doing so be thoughtlessly but emphatically called out over the baluster: Him Just then. “It was the voice of his wife, wig, with true wonanly tact replied: “Yes, dar! From the Philadelphia Record. The skin grafting physician of Reading, Dr. Ege, who has successfully demonstrated ee i i; E i dl H if i i j ? I i f BE i ee lj £ HE 4 E H ef ef F i > i NOB HILL'S USELESS PALACES. Five Enormous Batidings Intended for Prt- vate Residences, but Unfit, ‘From the San Francisco Call. A morning contemporary announces as @ matter of news that Mra. Hopkins Searles offers her residence on California street for sale. It might have added, as a companion item, that the pilgrim fatbers bad landed on Plymouth Rock. There has been no time for many years that the Hopkins mansion on California strert bas not been for aale, though. if public rumor be believed, the owner has not been distracted by many offers to purchase. It is, in fact, «dif- ficult to conceive who could want to become ite possessor at any price. The spectacle of Nob Hill, with palatial piles crowning ite ridge, fille the stranger who visits California with 1 five big Private residences, and are as unfit for it use as could ‘bej conceived. They were —— modeled on the plan of the palace: of the old world, which were erected to be the of feudal barons and all their retainers In the middle ages every n © swarm of dependents. He ters for them and of course his lodgings had to de large, In our day rich men do not main- in mucl ousebolds than their neigh- bors. Individually they cannet occupy more than @ dozen reoms, and as many Ta lodge the servants they can employ. More rooms than this are of no ible use. Conceived in ox ition, their jestiny is to become lumber closets. In the old feudal castles of Europe the modern possess: cupied save by mice and spiders and be flees to take refuge in a bed room and parlor at club oF hotel. It must be much the same in the man- sions of Nob Hil. If they have any destiny, it come some day public bs ust be to be , MuseUMS OF w | hospitals. Even for that use they would bare to be donated by their owners, fer the city could build suitable edifices for less money Quired to build @ transcontinental railroad foacquire vast fortunes should not have un- derstood that @ house that is too big may be ## inconvenient asa house that is too small. A very tmall quantity of shelter is all that the richest aud greatest of us can want. A bed room, re than this can Croesus gecupy, though be counts his riches by the hundreds of millions? Yet rich men go en puil- ing stone upon stove and bricks upon mortar Butil they bave exchanged what might bave been « snug heme for barrack, and in the doing of it they generate a mass ef envy and grudging which follows them to their grave. MEXICAN MESCAL, From the Phoentx (Art.) Herald. The bumble, but inspiring mescal is derived from such imposing scientic terms as theaguave Americano, maguey and American aloe. In his report to Agricultural Secretary Rusk, Special Agent Poston of this city says the Plant is epecies of the numerous family of cacti ‘igenous to Arizona, Southern Califor- nia, Texas, New Mexico and Mexico. The Az tecs, when found by the Spaniards, used the plant for cordage, matting, brooms, brushes, shoes, bedding and various domestic purposes. They roasted the pulp for food and fermented the Juice into “pulque.” The latter has been improved by modern civil- izatior into that strong but not repulsive drink called mescal. The maguey plant matures in seven years, becoming cabl in shape, with prickly guards. It weighs from twenty-five to fifty pounds. The various lat ‘as roasted by the natives, are nutritious an: PDrsetive. The pulp is ‘fermented in a raw- ide vat. The City of Mexico drinks 1,000 pints of ue , OF &@ pint ghich rade revaia zl Exrougbout lexico, pulque being national beverage, like ine in Brance, beer in Germany "ot “budge” in Yankeedom. Mescal flowers make excellent honey. Deer and antelope seek them eagerly. Thestalk of the plant grows twelve to twenty feet high, and ie used fn Mexican do mestic architecture. Mescal distillerieeare very simple and more secret than meonshiner's Maguey has been immemerially cultivated in ‘old Mexico, but is not raised north of the line. In Arizona for twenty-five pest mescal has averaged $2.50 per gallon new, with €1 added for each year of maturity. 'A higher = article is called tequila, and is worth over per gallon. Most famous boomers of Bismarok's palmy days. He is one of the landmarks along the N. P., and the only reason why people outside of the state are not familiar with the “Farmer” is because he never got mixed up in politica, and so seldom received mention by the news: papers. “Farmer” Wallace was very enthusi- ‘Astic as a bolder of Bismarck real estate in the days of “the boom.” He did not confine bis hol ings to, “inside” property, bus invested in re oj ey ¥ Et ® thriv: im « short time. Ho was in the }or's room at the capitol one day in company with two or three vis- itors, and. as is his custom when al a subject in which he is greatly im , be assumed.an oratorical manner. ‘The : room is very pleasant, having an outlook of several miles on two sides of the capitol, being located on # little eminence some distance from the center of town. He was outlining the future of Bismarck to the visitors, told of is holdings and what he should realize. and then referred to valuable suburban property that be controlled and would vell. ‘Where is that located’” inquired one of the tiemen, who was getting roused up to the uying point. “Farmer” Wallace marched over to the win- dow with an “I'll sh ) threw out his finge: i acres. He was evidently a little dina nted in the atmospheric conditic for, with an im- patient gesture, he turned as bis eve swept the Country for a distance of five miles and said Fry, gentlemen, that its bazy toda; ‘it was clear we could see it.” From the Ladies’ Home Journal. The Zula weman is the architect and builder if it Pri lity (fr BE riiulbdert i i one and se eid