Evening Star Newspaper, April 28, 1894, Page 15

WELLMAN IN LONDON The English Greatly Interested in His Polar Expedition. COMMENT OF THE NEWSPAPERS It is Conservative, of Course, but Generally Favorable. JACKSON’S EXPEDITION (Copyright, 1894, by Walter Wellman.) Epecial Correspondence of The Evening Star. LONDON, April 16, 1894. ATELY OUR EF- fort to solve the pol- ar problem has at- tracted a great deal of attention in Eng- land. While we have no desire to depart from our rule of giv- ing the simplest pos- sible description of our aims and move- ments, it is only a matter of justice to the British press and people to teil our American friends that on this side the ocean we have been greeted with a friendly interest, which is the more welcome because it was wholly unexpected. More than that, the English have quickly perceived and Fecognized the merits of the scheme which we are pursuing and have said so in right manly fashion. This is the more surpris- ing because of the well-known unwilling- ness of John Bull to do anything in a way different from that in which his grand- father did it. Just as the English yachts- n.an is said by the jokers to trim the sails of his yacht in a certain manner because that was the way Noah did it, so the English in plannin; y polar exploration for themselves are sure to follow the very methods adopted by Franklin and the pioneers in that field many years ago. But while the English make no Innovations themselves they recognize the virtue of Progress in others. At least they have given us even more encouragement than ‘we had at home, and have to a certain de- gree made us feel the force of the old adage about the prophet and his own country. Before They Arrived. Before our arrival here the English news- papers had printed short accounts of what we proposed to do and how we think we can do it, or just enough to rouse curiosity as to the full details of the plan. These early accounts, brief and unsatisfactory, struck the English in a peculiar way. Min- gled with that feeling common to all En- glishmen that when an American talks of dott something of this sort he is very likely to know his ground and to do it ‘was another impression that this mad rush for the pole, this dash of a single summer, this attempt to capture in a sortie what all others had failed to get within sight of through many long, weary sieges, was just @ trifle visionary. Though we were not here to see them, our English cousins doubtless shrugged their shoulders and smiled as they read and talked of the latest American ambition in the polar world. But they were too fair and perhaps too cautious to indulge in much definite criticism with- out further information. The good old Times, that historical news- paper of an empire, did give perceptibie shrug to its stately shoulders and say in quotation marks that “we are assured Mr. ‘Walter Wellman is ‘one of the best known men in Washington,” and added: “It Is evident from the many columns in the American newspapers in which he tells the story not of what he has done, but of the great things he is going to do, that he is a skillful journalist of the American "Bee here, and according to the English standard, it is not necessary to call a man @ horse thief or to accuse him of having murdered his mother-in-law. It is only necessary to say he is something or other “gf the American type.” That does quite as well. Aside from this, the Times contented itself with a fair resume of the plans of the expedition, closing its article with the fol- lowing words: “Thus the pole might be reached in fifty days, and some time next September or Oc- tober the world may be excited by a tele- gtam from Tromso that a smart American journalist has, in something like four months, accomplished a task which has baffled humanity for as many centuries.” When we came the English wanted to know all about it. They sent their inter- | viewers to see us—the best of the lot were | Americans—and the papers published all we could find to tell them, and that was a great deal. It was curious to note the sud- Genness with which public opinion changed when the whole story of our plans was | rade known. The press, ever cautious and conservative, @iscussed the details inteili- gently and pointed out the advantages of | cur method of approach to the pole. It certainly seems promisirg,” said one paper. “Perhaps, after ail, this plan of dashing in, @otng all one can in the favorable season | and getting as quickly out is the best that «an be devised,” remarked the other. “It looks feasi jut we should have more con- | fidence in there had not already been so many fatiures in the arctics,” comunented a third. Comments of Scientists. “When we first read of your scheme,” said Secretary Keltey of the Royal Geo- cautiously graphical Society, “we thought you had gone crazy, but now that we see the whole | method, we are half inclined to pin our faith to you. If we had not seen so many erctic expeditions spring up in promise and go down in fallure, even our English con- servatism might be swept away by your brilliant propositi So with Prof. Hark- ness, the famous analyst, who analyzed all | of Dr. Nansen’s food supplies, and has also tested many of those which we are taking. “1 confecs I have been converted,” said h “At first I thought your dash plan wholly impractical, but your methods stand close fmspection. Your aluminium boats and sledges show a distinct advance and great adaptability. We are afraid you are at least going to do so much in the arctics that there will be lfttle left for our coun- tryman, Mr. Jackson, to do.” so many words of encouragement like these have come to our ears through the | ress or from the lips of men whose opin- | lions ate worth something that we have be- gun to feel that perhaps we are sane, after | gil, and that our friends in America who thought. we were not may be mistaken. | The foliowing from the Morning Leader of London is a sample of the kind expres eions with which the British press has teemed during our brief sojourn in this country. “It is in really somewhat strange that mo one has ever yet conquered the regions of ice and srow. The records of the expe- @itions of Hudson, Phipps, Scoresby, Hoss, Sir John Franklin, Markham, G-eely and Nares show that it fs not for want of cour- age and zeal that the polar problem h never yet been solved. But science has made immense rides in the last few) ears, and the mgements which Mr. Yellman has made seem admirably calcu- Jated to attain the end he has in view. There is no Livingston to be discovered and rescued, but it is not too much to say that if Mr. Wellman and his companions ceed in their quest and arrive not actu- ally at the pole, but even within measur- able distance of it, they will be welcomed back as explorers have ever been wel- comed. Such Is the impression dogged per- severance against terrible odds ever makes upon the world. It may be that the tanai- ble results of polar expeditions are practi- cally nil. That will not hinder Mr. Weli- man and his companions from receiving their meed of praise and adulation, and science, at any rate, will probably benefit make his way poleward by easy stages, carrying pie eapety depots farther and far- ther and ig sure of every foot of ground which he gains, the Americans make a rush at the goal, or, as the News puts it, endeavor to wing the pole by a sort of snap shot.” It is m to remark that Mr. Jack- son’s plan has advantages which ours does not possess, and that we have some ad- yantages over him. Whom fortune will favor time alone can disclose, but mean- while the English and American aspirants for polar honors are getting on well to- gether. One of the pleasantest incidents of our stay in London was the “farewell lunchton given by the Jackson-Harms- worth polar expedition to the Walter Well- man polar expedition” at the Constitutional Club. Many noted men were present, and it would have pleased every American reade- of this letter to hear the hearty ex- —- of good will given us by our git sins. “Of course, we prefer that an Erglishman should have the honor of winning the ley ” was their sentiment, “but if it can't an Englishman, we hope that it may be, and believe it will be, an American. That keeps it in the great on family.” of the leadin; lish journals of- fered us a large ee the “peivile of sending Its special correspondent wilt! us, but we could not accept. Another agreed to pay us a reward of $10,v00 for reaching the north pole, provided we would send to it for exclusive use the accounts of our travels. is also was declined, as the tradesmen over here say in stencil on their receipted bills, “with best thanks.” A Reward Offered for the Pole. An Englishman called our attention to an old statute under which, he said, we could win a reward of almost fabulous propor- tions by reaching the north pole. It seems that years ago parliament offered £5,000 for discovery of the pole, and lesser sums for attaining lower degrees of north latitude above the eighty-fifth. Just as we had be- gun to dream of the royal £5,000, it was discovered that the provisions of the statute in question applied only to discovery of the pole with a ship, and a British ship at that. This bars us out, for we cannot claim our little aluminum boats to be ships, nor are we willing to haul the stars and stripes from their single bamboo masts. The news that comes to us from Norway is encouraging. Our Christiania agent has been here, and he says the Norwegian mas- ters of hunting vessels which go out for whaje, seal and bottle-nose sharks are con- fident this is to be an extraordinarily favor- able year for navigation in the northern waters. The winter has been uncommonly mild, and greater quantities of ice than usual have floated out of the arctics, In fact, there is more ive in the Atlantic about the banks of Newfoundiand than for many years, and all the transatlantic steamships have had trouble with it. The more ice in the Atlantic the less in the waters about Spitzbergen and the better chance for us to find the southern margin of the ice pack @ considerable distance from the northern shore of Spitabergen. The farther north it is the better, though if the open character of the winter and spring has caused more ice to be set in drift we may have delay and difficulty in reaching the edge of the pack. At the same time we do not forget that sailing vessels have been as far north as 811-2 degrees in May, cruising along the edge of the solid pack, and we are hoping to find a somewhat similar condition of af- fairs this year. If we do, we shall have so much, the better chance of success. We go now to the continent after the long- eared draft dogs, the beasts of burden cf the Dutch and Belgian cities, which we hope to make such good use of in the far north. WALTER WELLMAN. —_——— RAINING NICKELS ALL DAY. The Extent to Which Gambling With the Slot Machines Goes On. From the New York Sun. ‘The example set by New York in rooting out such nickel-in-the-slot boxes as are used as gambling devices is being followed in several suburban towns. The vicious im- plements have been scattered all over the country, and there is now no state or ter- ritory, and scarcely a village, in which they have not been set up and liberally patron- ized. A reporter of the Sun, who has seen them in scores of cities and villages, ran across one in a town in Michigan, where he saw to what an extreme the use of the gambling machine could be carried. The slot box in this case was on the cigar counter in the principal hotel. It re- vealed three metal runways for nickels, and whenever a coin ran down the one on the left hand all the money in the box rolled out upon the counter. The machine was never idie between 8 o'clock in the morning and 1 or 2 o'clock the next morning. Visitors to the hotel were obliged fo wait at the desk while the clerk stood at the cigar counter working the machine. The proprietor was literally the only man in the hotel who was ne seen to indulge in this eakness. As for the bartender, twice there was complaint that the door to the bar room was locked, and it was found that the bartender was trying his luck with the slot. The head waitress in the dining room slipped Into the office when dinner was over and had the good fortune to win a dol- lar and fif:een cents for a nickel. She went back to her quarters and quickly reap- peared with six five-cent pieces, which she said formed a pool gotten up by all the waiter girls, who had asked her to play it for them. in the afternoon the school boys, some of whom -were too small to reach the slot, slipped into the office in couples and trios and tried their fortunes. ere were at times as many as a dozen boys, school books in hand, sending the coins rattling down the metal alleys. They made no bones of what they were doing; on the con- trary, they were noisy and hilarious, and disturbed every one else in the place. When the commercial travelers and others who sat around the stove, resting after many bouts with the machine, had seen the last of the school boys they rose to their feet, Moved over to the counter with one accord, and asked the cigar man to change their larger coins, and again tested Dame For- tune’s humor with five-cent pieces. So the play went on all day and far into the night, just us it was going on at Monte Carlo on @ larger scale. At about 1 o'clock in the morning the reporter of the Sun finished the book he had been reading in his bed room and rang for ice water. in and again he rang, but without result. he went down one flight to the office. There the night boys and the watchman were working the gambling machine. They had taken it over to the clerk's desk and had it between them, each having drawn up a high stool to sit on at ease during thé combat with luck. “Hello,” said the watchman to the re- porter. "ll bring up the ice water in a minute. Tried your luck at this old thing today?" “Better hit it now. We've got about a dollar In there, an’ if you hit the right alley you'll get it, sure.” The reporter found a five-cent piece in his pocket and decided to gamble just once. “You see,” said the watchman, “there's three alleys for the nickel to run down. This one on the right is for the house, this middie one is for the company that owns the boxes, and this on the left is what goes to the pot and gives you the money if you hit it right.” As is so often the case with an unsophis. ticated player, the reporter won the “pot,” which contained thirty-five cents instead of a dollar. Then he filled a pitcher with ice water and carried it up to his room out of consideration for the night boy, who was gambling with such fervor that one would have thought the box was a punching bag nd he was a pugilist in training. Whene ever he dropped a coin in the slot he whacked the box to make the nickel gO right. Of course it did not go right, so he whacked it again to make it deliver up its treasure without wanting to. This it did not do, either. Wri see for The Brening Star. Aspiration. When will you come—ah! when? I know not yet the our, the day. My spirit Deats against its prison walls, This terement of clay. It longs to fy and search you ont, If, haply, it might find you, love, And warm its fluttering wings against your heart, Like nestling dove, Oh, wings of time and seuse— fm some greater or less degree from their enterprise and daring.” Frederick Jackson. ‘The English have a polar aspirant of their own now. The international race for the pole is becoming more and more inter- esting. To the list of entries, Nansen, Peary and Wellman, ts now to be added Frederick Jackson, a young Englishman, who in July will endeavor to steam to the southern shore of Franz-Josef Land, there to establish headquarters during the coming autumn. The press here almost daily remarks that these two expeditions, Jackson's and ours, are characteristic of the people who send them forth. While Jackson, like the true Englishman he is, goes out for @ four-years’ campaign to Mertality that shuts us in! When shall we burst these cruel bonds And free the soul within? I reed you, other spirit, mine Each throb responsive cries— The years are long, the hours go creeping by, Ambition dies. Come to my listening heart, Speed forth and fy On wings that Love has touched with fleeting torch As he went by. And when we meet at last, Even at the blush of dawn, Our sun of life shall rise, and lo! ‘The radiant mori —FRANCES A. WALKER. “Elmwood,” Winchester, Va. ) THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, APRIL. 28, 1894-TWENTY PAGES. AGENIUS ATTHE DOOR The Man Who Showed the Govern- ment How to Make Bullete. THE UNGRATEFOL REPUBLIC He Now Pulls the String for De- partment Visitors. SOME WONDERFUL IDEAS Written for The Bvening Star. ERHAPS THE most remarkable character in Wash- ington is a man who sits at the front en- trance of the Depart- ment of Agriculture and pulls the door open with a string to admit visitors. His name is William H. Ward, and in a way he is an historical personage. Nearly all of the bullets fired by Union soldiers during the civil war were turned out from machines of his invention. The same is true of most of the bombshells used in that memorable confitct, his method of molding them from molten iron being adopted by the government. Uncle Sam dis- regarded his patents, utilized his ideas at a saving of many millions of dollars and never paid him a@ cent. So now, in his old age, after vainly seeking redress from Con- gress, he is a doorkeeper in the department which, as a matter of fact, he actually founded fifty-one years ago. The story is a simple one, In 1856 Mr. Ward brought to Washington a contrivance of his own invention. It was the first ma- chine for making bullets from cold lead. Up to that time bullets had been molded from melted lead by hand. This old-fash- joned process was very slow and expensive, rifle projectiles thus made costing rather more than a cent apiece. The machine turned them out at the rate of 160 a minute, transforming one ton of lead into bullets for $1.95. It was absolutely automatic, re- quiring no attention after being started, There was no waste of material whatever, whereas by melting from 12 to 15 per cent of the metal was lost. Bullets could be turned out of any weight up to two ounces. Used During the War. Mr. Ward offered his machine to the War Department, but the government refused to buy it. Five years later the war broke out. Uncle Sam then availed himself of all im- provements in arms and materials of war- fare without regard to patents. The ex- igency of the occasion was a sufficient war- rant, and nobody could resist the nation’s paramount authority. The chief of ordnance built @ number of bullet-making machines after the model patented by Ward. The in- ventor was referred to Congress for redress. For twenty years his claim has been before the national legislature, but he has never got a cent. Bills for his relief have been passed repeatedly by House and Senate, though never by both bodies during the same Congress. Nobody has even attempted to deny the justice of the claim. With his machines the government made more than a billion and a half of bullets during the war. The saving thus accomplished was enormous. It was an immense advantage also to be able to manufacture projectiles rapidly. But for Mr. Ward's invention, many thou- sands of hands would have been employed to do the work of molding bullets. Each machine, on the other hand, could turn out @ continuous shower of leaden missiles at the rate of nearly 10,000 an hour, or a million and a half a week, running night and day. The bullets were formed from reels of lead wire. Each movement of the machine cut off enough metal for one bullet, which was shaped by a punch entering a die. On the retrograde movement of the punch the die opened and the bullet dropped out. J Balanced Bullets. For purposes of observation Mr. Ward Was present at two or three of the battles of the Crimean war. He noticed that the bullets flew wild—a fact largely owing to irregularities in the weight and density of the projectiles, Machine-made bullets, on the contrary, are all exactly alike, and what ordnance experts would call their “balance” is perfect. From a fixed rifie- barrel and equal charges of powder, several of them ean actually be fired into a hole of their own diameter at a distance of 300 yards. As Mr. Ward expresses it, such accurate Marksmanship will shoot bumbie bees off of thistle heads. [t goes without saying that in these days of rapid-fire weapons, which expend immense quantities of ammunition, the bullet-making machine is far more valuable and even necessary than it was thirty years ago. The only money that Mr. Ward ever got out of this invention was obtained from for- eign governments to which he sold his ma- chines. They paid him for them honestly and are using them today. During the rebellion some of the machines thus pur- chased were utilized for manufacturing great quantities of bullets for the confed- erate armies, This, however, was an event which could not have been contemplated by the inventor. The latter owned another patent at the same time for making bomb- shells from molten tron. This process was also used by Uncle Sam to his own great advantage. Nevertheless, not a penny has ever been paid to the owner as @ recom- pense for the infringement of his rights, Strange Inventions, Mr. Ward has not given up inventing yet. He has some very astonishing schemes which he has refrained from patenting, his intention being to carry them out when he gets his bullet money from the government. It will be time enough then to secure pro- prietary rights. One of these ideas is a Process for telegraphing without a wire. ‘The inventor says that he can send # mes- sage all around the world without any wire or other connection. By the aid of his method the Secretary of the Navy could sit in his office at Washington and com- municate directly with any United States ship in mid-ocean in any part of the world. The advantage of such a system in the conduct of naval operations would be enor- mous, certainly, Mr. Ward has a new type of marine en- gine which will, so he says, carry a steam- ship across the Atlantic in less than four days, consuming only as much fuel as is ordinarily required for one day's voyaging. It furnishes three and a half times the power of the best engine now known at @ quarter of the cost, occupying one-fifth of the space and using one-half of the steam. A vessel thus equipped could take on board a cargo of early products of the southern states on one day and deliver the fruit or what not at northern ports the next day in much fresher condition than is practicable with the present compara- tively slow transportation. It would be very much quicker than rail. A Ward en- gine of 1,000 horse power can be built for $5,000, whereas an ordinary reciprocating engine of that caliber c 000, Another idea of this inventor’s is for | stock cars of a new and ingenious pattern, | in which cattle may be nearly as comfort- | able in transport as if browsing on the | ranch. Each beast is provided with a com- | fortable stall, with plenty of water and food in the shape of flaxseed “cake.” In winter, while enroute across the continent, the con- veyance is kept warm by steam from the locomotive. The “cake,” which is the res- idue from flaxseed pressed for oil, is the stuff that is fed to cattle in England, to give the peculiar flavor of the famous “Lon- don beef.” The animals thus shipped, feed- ing and resting all the way, will arrive in as good condition at their journey’s end as when they started. It would not be neces- sary to fatten them up and get them into good condition for killing after their arrival, and in this way much money would be ve 7 What He Claims. Mr. Ward claims that he made the electric telegraph a success at its beginning. The first line was established between Washing- ton and Baltimore. At the start the wires were laid eighteen inches underground, en- cased in lead pipe. They would not work. Morse went, in great agitation, to Ward, who was at that time employed in the patent office. This was in 1844. He said that the telegraph was a@ failure. Ward said simply, “Hang up the wires.” Morse at once accepted the suggestion, and the wires were strung on poles in the fashton which holds to this day. Ward also suggested that glass insulators would be ffteded, and for that purpose beer and porter bottles were utilized. Quantities of these were obtained from hotels in Baltimore and Washington. Mr. Ward asserts that he performed an equally important service with t to the first Atlantic cable. He in ad- vance that the recording instrument would not work, use a current of electricity strong enough to produce mechanical action at @ distance of 2,000 miles would melt the wire. Preliminary experiments proved that he was correct. ancpeh at ee cable company dropped almos nothing. Four of the directors drew out and sold their interest in the enterprise for what they could get. For the time it was believed that the great enterprise could not be carried to ecessful issue, the obstacle being an- parently insurmountable. But Ward sug- gested that an alphabet could be sent over @ wire across ocean, or around the world for that matter, by means of sparks. This plan, he said, was accepted as a solution of the difficulty and le the cable practi- cable. To Cast Guns Hollow, In 1842 Mr. Ward was employed in the ‘Washington arsenal. He observed that in proving the guns many of them burst. Hav- ing been meanwhile transferred to the pat- ent office, he published in a scientific journal some suggestions for a new process by which 3 that would be much might Serax hollow, instead or making them solid and boring them out ‘afterward. ‘This idea, which he could not patent, be- cause he was an Keg coe be of the patent of- fice, was adopted by Iman, who got fame by it, The early locomotives had only one pair of driv: wheels. Engines so built would slip on rails if there was a slight frost. Ward suggested that the way to get over the difficulty was to “double up the drivers.” So then Baldwin built the first locomotive with two pairs of driving wheels and there was no further difficulty. It is @ fact that in a sense Mr. Ward did actually found the Department of Agricul- ture in 1843. Ellsworth, the then commis- sioner of patents, will go down to history as the founder, but Ward did the work. He bought the seeds intended for distribution and put them up in packages for mailing. From that small beginning grew the great department, in which the inventor is now employed as doorkeeper, pull! the string for every visitor, while he s' meditates with undiminished enthusiasm upon the schemes which are to make him rich when he gets his bullet money from the govern- ment and is able to carry them out. \ A COPYIST’S BLUNDER. How It Proved Fatal to Burgoyne’s A clerk in the State Department narrow- ly escaped dismissal in consequence of his negligence in making a blurred and inac- curate copy of an important diplomatic paper. His superior, when it was laid upon the desk for signature, was very angry, says the Youth’s Companion. “The government does not pay you,” he exclaimed, “for doing slovenly work! You must make a clean copy, without erasure or interlineation. Even a blacksmith could do better work!” was the parting shot, as the humiliated clerk disappeared at the door, red in the face and trembling for the on. "ine omicisl was undoubtedly ht. There was no excuse for careless, copying and botchwork in a paper. If he had been familiar with the diplomatic history of the war of indepe ce he might have enforced the moral with fine effect. The crisis of the military struggle be- tween Great Britain and the revolting colo- nies was reached when Gen. Burgoyne’s campaign was planned in London. The object was to strike a tremendous blow _at the center of the confederacy. The British forces were to take possession of the Mohawk and Hudson valleys by a eoncentric march from Lake Cham: Oswego and New York on converging lines, toward Albany. The ascent of the Hudson by Sir Wm. Howe's army was essential to the success of a scheme by which New Engiand was to be cut off, as by a wedge, from the southern colonies. Ordera-were sent out from London for the advance of Burgoyne’s and St. Leger’s forces from Canada. At first Sir William Howe was merely informed of the plan and was armed with discretionary powers; but finally a dispatch was drafted, positively ordering him to co-operate in the move- ment from New York. A clerk made a hasty and very careless copy of the dispatch, which the minister, Lord George Germaine, found great difi- culty in reading. Like the State Depart- ment Official above referred to, he angrily reprimanded the culprit and ordered a fresh copy to be made without flaw or q@rasure. Being pressed for time and anxious for a holid Lord George posted off to his country seat without waiting for the fresh copy. The military order was laboriously copied in the clerk’s best hand, but when it was finished the minister was not there to sign it. It was pigeon-holed and overlooked when he returned and was not sent to America until long afterward. Sir William Howe, bei left with full discretion, allowed himself to be drawn into military operations against Washing- ton’s army near Philadelphia. Burgoyne'’s Y Was entrapped, cut off from retreat, and forced to surrender at Saratoga. The fortunes of the revolutionary war turned = the carelessness of an English copy- is The minister was more culpable than the clerk. Evidently he thought so, for he re pressed the facts. The secret history of the i my has only recently been revealed and Sir William Howe's lack of co-opera- tion been explained, but the first blunder was the copyist’s, and very costly it proved. eo 4 PECULIAR INCIDE! The Dying Man Thought His Children Had Come Back. From the Philadelphia Times. A peculiar incident in the life of the Rev. Thomas J. Berry, rector of St. Ann's Cath- olie Church, has been brought to mind through the somewhat similar story pub- lished recently of the death in Washington of Fr. Walter, who was prominently con- nected with the famous Surratt case, The event referred to occurred when Fr, Berry was rector of the church of Our Lady of Visitation, at Lehigh avenue and Leamy street. One stormy night, after Fr. Berry had re- tired, he was awakened.by his housekeeper, who said that she had heard the bell in the sanctuary ringing. He told her that she must have been dreaming, but she stoutly denied this, and bade him listen, sure enough, they soon heard the bill ring, as if by @ person in great haste. Fr. x however, thought there were burglars the church, and dressing hastily, he took a Ught and boldly entered the building. ‘What was his surprise to see kneeling before the altar two small, poorly clad ¢hil- dren, their faces wet with tears, wha seemed to have been praying. When asked what they were doing there at such an un- earthly hour, they replied that they had come for the father to administer the last sacrament. Father Berry took the father’s name and went in haste to the hospital. When he ex- plained his errand, the su} intendent e: pressed great surprise. He said that there was a_ man dying in the hospital by the name Father Berry had mentioned, but that d been sent for the priest. The priest was taken to the side of a cot on which lay @ man with a wan, wasted face. “Who are you?" demanded the man, in a weak voice, as the priest approached him. “IT am a priest—did you not send for me a few moments ago?” “You are mistaken,” the man whispered; “TI did not send for you—I have no one to send—I am all alone in the world—I am dy- ing. “That is strange,” replied the priest, “for I found two children in the church. ‘They had rung the bell, and they told me that their father lay here dying, and gave me your name.” “Is it possible?” gasped the man, spring- ing up in bed. “Two children, did you say? What did they look like?” Their appearance was descrii in a few words, and as the man listened his head drooped upon his bosom. Tears poured from his eyes, and he tried to speak, At last, with a great effort, he cried: “They are my children—the children I buried—come back from heaven to help save my soul.” With this he fell back dead. ————+90 Inhcrited His Voice, From Demorest’s Magazine. “My dear,” said a young wife to her hus- band, “the first time I saw you you were with a party of students giving the college yell.” ier I remember it,” said the husband. “And T noticed what a remarkable voice you had.” “Oh, yes, you spoke of it at the time, But what puts It into your head just now?” “Why, nothing; only I wish the baby hadn't inherited it.” IT 1S TIME TO GET WELL, All Nature Takes a New Start---New Sap Runs in the Trees and New Blood Courses Through the Veins---In Spring Take Paine’s Celery Com pound, the One Remedy That Cures. 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It was ‘ard to he Goor to the a Pe FasL Sa Sot te were ove = oy —y gh not indulged new I couldn’: é didn’t see many inte. MAE 8. THYNG IN SHORT STORIES. ime tor quite. while then, not tll "e was 2S oe oe ee a 2 y curiosity, and some- yh pig ght Say Bow I cured Bite shout Sates Ge I nearly jumped out of my chair, how- om. when I heard a — groan from : next room: and, as@ sprang to casbaomap ig apne? p> redaction there was the sound of a heavy i matter for the name of the street; no one, T am confident, will visit London for the ex- press purpose of satisfying himself that I am to be depended upon, and thet there is a house of so many stories in Lambert street. Here I lived, in enjoyment of no end of fresh air, especially in winter, and a brilliant prospect up and down the street and over the roofs of the housés across the way. I was studying painting at that time— learning to paint the landscapes and figure- pieces which I produce with so much ease and dispose of with so much difficulty. At the head of the last flight of stairs in my lodging house was @ narrow passage way in which I was obliged to stop and re- cover my breath, after finishing the 139 steps that led to my paradise, before I could get my key into its lock; and into this passage way opened two doors, one of which, of course, belonged to my room, and the other to some one else's, But who this some one else was, I was unable to find out. Was it a man or woman? I was per- suaded it must be a woman, and as-a wo- man I always used to think of her and speak of her to myself—and I thought and spoke of her often enough. Of course, I could have settled the ques- tion at once by knocking at her door and asking for a match, or by inquiring of my landlord, who occasionally honored me with solved she should not go out again without my seeing her, and I nearly fell into the street as I frantically attempted to far enough out of the window to see she came out at the street door. ‘Was she young and pretty and ‘What did she do? and what was her name? My thoughts were perpetually running those six flights and stopping baMmed close-shut door. I drew ideal portraits of moments, introduced them tures, and would often finish out dental face in a study of rocks, much instructor's surprise and my fellow s who cleared the windows and swept the halls. A day came for cleaning my eben when it rained heavily, and I could give the old woman 4 clear stage by going out for a couple of hours, but told her to clean away and be as lively as she could, while I sat there and painted. she told me, as she polished up the panes, came and went so fast that she forgot one when another came, and never knew any of their names. She hed an eye for character, though, and told me the ee bah of them in a quaint way, nailing sen- tences, now and then, with odd hard words, independently of the general text. i “Gentleman who's under you keeps ‘im- self quite to ‘imself,” she said. “Plants out queer sasses in boxes all the time, an’ some of ‘em on the balcony itself. —— 'e oer | @ kinder tea of ‘em, or root Decoctifies. “And who is in the room below that?’ I inquired, more to make her teik than to satisfy any curiosity I had on the subject. “Empty now. Two dark little tlemen ‘ad it for a fortnight—Jews, I cy—an’ as like one another as two spots o' dirt on this ‘ere pane o’ glass. Spoke a hard-biled kind o’ tongue an’ was furriners, most like- ly_ Polyanders.” I might have asked her about my next- door neighbor, but refrained for fear my pretty romance would be dest: by a de- scription of a middle-aged ster, who wore glasses wrought green roses in crewel-work. ‘When she had finished the windows and gat hered up her brushes and she paused an instant to give a ward er rape. “What a picture?” I thi it, involun- some time and let me paint you, Maggie?” “Me!” she cried, startled. ecrubbing brushes and all. you come,” TI cried, my enthusiasm rising. woman like me, Mister Carroll, with a face wrinkled like a pea: Re Why don’t painted, though, sometimes, but only to make 'emeelves look young agen. Ha, ha!” sol ong Foe 3 “Yes, but I want you, Maggie. Will you “Law, if ye really wanter ‘ave come, sir, ‘cause you've been very. The sittings began the next day, and I Gerived much amusement from the old wo- with might and main, resolved that this picture should be hung at the salon next far to speculate on the most suitable style of frame. that old Maggie gossiped, but one day, when she was looking very tired, I ques- finally told me her story. The old wceman had evidently taken a member the quaint words in which she told me of her girlhood in London, and her much above her in station—a newspaper writer, she said he was. little country ‘ouse that made me think of @ biled dinner, for ‘twas painted in red, an’ ou’ mixin’ up now—casrotty. Then the by came.” during the rest of the story she dropped the abrupt witticisms for a tremulous eager- rol 'No,” I answered, intent on my work; here is he now?” ough: tarily; then aloud, I said: “Will you come “Yes, just as you are no 3 wh wy “Law! Why d’ye want to paint an old ch you paint a pretty girl? ‘women are It was useless to argue the point with her, come?’ good tar ter old Maggie.” man’s conversation, while I painted away spring; and my imagination even went so At first it was only of the other lodgers tioned her kindly about herself, and she great fancy to me, and I wish I could re- courtship by @ man,poor like herself,though “When we were first married, we took a green, an’ deep yeller—jest like that paint Her whole voice and manner changed, and ness. “Did ye know I ’ad a son, Mister Car- ‘B's a rich man now, an’ @ gentleman,” she said, proudly, and yet with a wistful- |b ness that made me glance quickly at her face. If I could only get that po rane I thought; and went to work with perfect frenzy on the face. “How is it that you are not a fine lady then, Maggie?” I asked. “That's what ‘e’d make me—me, d’ye ‘ear? who's scrubbed floors for thi year! But I'd only shame ‘im, an’ folks 'd say, ‘Dear, dear, an’ d’ye know ‘is mother is a char- woman!’ An’ then 'e’d only be ashamed o’ me. No, no, no, I couldn't stand that, an’ I tol’ ‘im 80.” There was an awkward pause, in which I could think of prey to say to the poor thing, so glanced at compassionately, ar ee ae some sepia on my jette. “Ye see, sir, twas this way,” Maggie went to promise not *e left the ‘ome. But I'd ‘im up on, an’ Dr. Dick"d tleman, an’ I — fn the boy's way; 'e’d soon forget though it nearly killed me when I thirty year ago, *ere,”" pte her of the day I said eee 4 be another pause, in which I Palwhat day's today? The 18th, isn’t it? Well, "twas just five years ago that Dick me out, an’ I was still scrubbin’. I Gidn’t seem to ‘ave no ‘art to get anything do det go. What was “Dr. ee ee ee ledy; never here I big ‘ouse Tan on either, "cal folks’d q 5.8 do you say that?” she cried, almost “I ain't sorry "bout anything, an’ Dick's as good few women's t faltered, slowly, “if you Dick—jest a little thing, for “Gladly,” I answered; “but when and can I see him?” “Why, ‘e—" she si “Some time, an’ I ‘ope you'll "haps, you'll see my Di "im. I should like to ‘ave you know i my son, Mister Carroll. Good-night, sir.” | babi And she was gone. at my door, and Doctor Davis came in unceremoniously. I was used in about that time in enjoyed a chat with my for, though outwardly he displayed, at he cried, ind or and moved the T hoa tay bade oe hae, by after my 80, @ long si- lence, I wheeled around to say, rather im- ee. I fear, as I did not understand hesitation: ‘Well, how do you like it?” . “It’s truly fine, Carroll. I never dreamed you would do anything like this. Why, my Gear fellow, your reputation will be mad I felt very much gratified, for Davis was something of a critic and his opinion worth having, but it wouldn't be manly for me to show my pleasure, so I only said, indiffer- ently: “You think it will go, then?” “Go! Now, look here, Carroll, I want this. Name your own price, but I must have it.” “You've seen Maggie, of course, haven't ona old woman who cleans the halis ere’ “Yes, often,” he answered slowly. “Do you think it is like her?’ “Very like—and yet—older and sadder- looking someway. Don’t you think so?” . She looked just like that today. 8 pose again tomorrow, for, as you see, it's not quite done at, ™s hand needs touching, and the should be worked up a little more.” “Yes, but I wouldn't touch it if I were uu. It’s just perfect now, and you might too much, you know.” “Nonsense,” I said, rather vexed at his 2. “I must go along now,” he said, buttoning up his coat. “I’ve some business in the next ouse—119."" I noticed for the first time that he looked Ql, and tried to make him take some brandy before he went out, but he seemed in a hurry, and couldn't stop. “Good-bye,” he said, “and remember, the picture is mine.” It was @ hot, clammy night, and after Davis left I it, threw the windows open as far as they were made to be thrown, and got as far out of one of them as I safely could, by tilting my chair back and extending my out into that undefined everywhere rich man, I thought Ro price ~~ in size the thought about it. It did not occur to me that a re- ceipted bill for three months’ rent, due last ‘week, might be justly cousidered as a part rushed into the hall. This : knocking, and I ewiftly turned of the door which had so baffled me in my desire to know more of the occupant of the room behind it. The room was totally dark. “What's the matter? Can I be of any the black- assistance?” | called,peering into ness. There was no reply, and I brought lamp from my own room, end held it above my head, giving a hasty around as I did so. The room was larger than ely furnished, evidently son of taste, I had time to think before my eyes fell on a dark figure face dowuward, e the floor beside the table. I quickly put the lamp down, lifted her gently on to the bed and bent over her to see if she were conscious. I was so stunned that Icould not think for a minute. Then I went out, closed the door softly and reverently, and ran Gowa stairs. 5¢ ad iin | “Go quickly,” said I, Dr, Davis that is va tened, but obeyed Then I suddenly thought of her son—Dick, she called him. He must know. I was fa be | turn away from the linging |or not be won over by the innocent tte Y smile. No matter where a baby appears, its influence is felt. & mother and child enter a car, five out of every six people will do nothing for the rest of the way but watch the baby, and the old gentleman with glasses, | bas been absorbed in the reports of | stock market, will look and | down on the little mite who has taken @ fancy to his gold-headed cane, even unbend so far as to mother and to say in his “Very fine child, madam.” i the little creature should smile face or evince any Gesire to friendly, the austerity that clerks almost out of their wits them continually toeing the mark ish entirely, and in its place will air of conscious superiority, as though honor conferred upon by the Sel of humanity at his elbow had & trifie superior to those other of beings who had not received any of distinguished consideration. Women, old and young, dwarfed in their true nature, i bbettee iE gs cif HF Beg lat 5 He He i H ies. The maternal instinct est and best point in the feminine and from the time of doll dressing up Gay when their lives are gladdenea advent of a little stranger winsome, helpless hi Gependent upon them f The thought of « | Mouth or a little lisping voice man and woman from Gangers of life that are worse e The Difference. From the Ladies’ Home Journal. Tt. our ateent friend to ‘Boe ‘well I know, dark looks on me you'd If I the faintest “trae it ts," should venture; oo Tuokae, ‘ou’d charge me with aspersion of EDITH “Wait till ye see me knock of that dago’s hand.” the rock out “Cassidy leaves the foorce tomorror. He do that.”