Evening Star Newspaper, September 5, 1896, Page 19

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER 5, 1896-TWENTY PAGES. THE SENATE CHAMBER. LIKE A THEATER a The Senate Chamber Remodeled and Improved. GALLERY MADE OVER LIKE A BALCONY —.___. Ventilating Chairs for Senators and Spectators. penltree: MANY ELECTRIC LIGHTS erie SESS EADERS OF THE Star have already been fully informed of the extensive project for the re- newal of the historic old Senate chamber and of the progress of that work thus far. The accom- pany ing pictures, showing the new gal- leries and the pecu- Har type of ventilat- ing chairs with which they will pe furnished, give a good idea of the improved appearance that the ill present when the overhauling s now under way shall have been What was a few weeks ago one of the primitive and antiquated legislative in the c 1 world will be ged into perhaps the most modern one, ped with a mnuititude of devices and niences that are not only fully abreast most conv of the day, but considerably in advance of ft. Aged wh red Senators, Hke the ve Morrill ef Vermont, who has cupied ma © at years, .n the chamber for thirty led to wonder somewhat its newly acquired ounger and more fes- hose eyes so often revert teh the smiles and upants, will see the din old painted ? yore, but seated ris'ng tiers of opera chairs, 1 and upholstered in dark constructed after a unique 19 ¢ the ht walls renewed and the chamber will be tric lights above and not only in nate floor, every- - more comfortable by reason improvements in the . heating and ventilation of amber. As stated hereto- Star, the temperature in sum- t cool and equable by means ‘m, and at all times sonal comfort and wel- ors will be promoted by encies that money can greater inducements and ever will be present to statesmen to attempt to United States Senate. ber Dismantled. t modern thus than ntives mpt asy ak into The t Cha now old chamber, that has not e changed for forty years, t d, and the interior ts with a confused litter of mingled mertar, limber, iron and flying entire floor and all the brick ath it have been taken a new iron floor, top- - of che ‘The home- alleries have been utter- 1 will be superseded by nies like those of our best caters. The seating capacity accemmodater ngement of t resulted in Jamming and son great field days. rs in the new galleries, but a@ sort of reserved seat, 1 been filled the limit © stretched, and thus = will be avo’ d. There will be remarkable ey are to be supplied ilating device. Each two mahogany legs or sup- 1 under these, forming a part of will be an apparatus for diffusing le current of fresh air of the right and around the clothing and upant. This air will be y from shafts under- and will be sifted evenly ve in the supports, so that » no drafts. The cost of these | chairs will be $8600, or $5.14 The Senators’ mahogany desks down on the Senate floor will also be fitted with similar ventilators. Plan for Ventilation. The ventilation scheme Is elaborate and ingenious. der It is now being carried out un- ion of the architect of the . Mr. Edward Clark, In accordance » scientific plans prepared by Prof. 3. Woodbridge. professor of physica in Massachusetts Institute of Tecanols ‘The need of improved vonche: snate does not strike the aver- » galleries as urgont, but and reverend ‘Sen- the di H. lordiy » Temoved one of his ease a lacerated toe and » wounded foot on a colleague's has been a deal of joking in Senate on the subject of ventilation, there are officials in the Senate who remark that the present ventilation pro- Ject is the sequel of that jocular and good- d agitation. ‘orage plant, to cost $15,000, plished in the terrace at the West front of the Capitol. It will be ope- rated by the usual ammonia process and will include a refrigerating machine, a tank, an insulator and an engine. Execedingly cold brine will be supplied to the air in the system of air ducts reaching from the terra to the distributing shafts. This will abstract the humidity from the air and reduce Its temperature, and can be controlled so that the requisite supply of cool air can be given to the Senate even in the most torrid Washington summer Weather. Assgciated with this cold storage plant will be fresh air and steam heating systems. The steam heating plant in the Serate basement is undergoing recon- struction, and suitable arrangements will be provided to furnish this steam heated air to automatic fans at a definite temper- ature. The old fans and steam engines have been removed, and newer and more efficient fans will be substituted, to be driven by electric motors directly connect- ed with the shaft fans. Where They Get Air. The pure outside air supplied to the steam heating coils will be brought from ‘ge stone tower at the northwest section of the Capitol grounds, and, after being Properly warmed, will be diffused through the heating shafts. The temperature will be regulated by a special automatic device.- If the temperature in the Senate should change one degree either too warm or too cool, the device will shut off the hot air supply in a measure, if too warm, and al- low the cold air to mix with it until the desired temperature is restored. If too col, the supply of cold air will be re- stricted in a similar way. The alr supply, whether heated for win- ter or artificially cooled for summer, will be forced from the various plants with an even pressure through the air-shafts under the air-tight flooring of the Senate and ga!- leries, through the desk and chair legs, and through the diffusing boxes. The pressure will be controlled by regulators under each chair, desk and box. The foul or consumed air will escape through especially designed apertures in the ceilings, and will be drawn thence to the outside by a special fan placed on the roof of the connecting cor- ridor, joining the Senate wing to the old central building. ‘The paneling of the gallery walls will be renewed and painted in lighter aud more modern designs, and the lower walls of the chamber will be restored and colored in light pearl, with gold damask panels. The press gallery will likewise be restored in an improved form, and ventilating chairs will supplant those of the abandoned pattern, Incandescent Lights. The substitution of incandescent electric lights above the glass ceilings will be a great Improvement over the old gas lamps. In former times, unless carefully watched, the gas lights at the ceiling would raise the temperature of the chamber as much as ten degrees in the course of half an hour, and oftentimes the sudden heat wouid shatter the glass and endanger the devoted lives of Senators below. Finally, 150 are Ughts will be distributed and erected throughout the Capitol grounds, and the use of gas will be discontinued in the grounds as well as in the Capitol itself. All these improvements will be finished he- fere the 1st of November. The expert wh? overhauled the old yen- tlating system of the Senate and Capitol generally, and upon whose recommenda- Specimen of the New Ventilating Chair, Gallery U. S. Senate. tion the present improvements are being made, was constrained to say in his offi- cial report regarding the condition of the historic old edifice: “I have found it im- Possible to approach the study without such a serse of admiration for those whose rames are inseparably associated with this work as to tempt me to sua as little disturbance of the existing conditions as all _be consistent with the attainment of desired results; and, on the other hand, I have been influenced by a feeling of reverence for the noble building and tts great uses, which impels me to a recom- mendation of nothing short of the mos complete and effective equipment possible.” The cost of this renewal of the Senate chamber will be $55,000, for which an ap- propriation was made at the last session of Congress on the sundry civil bill, and the cost of the extension of the electric light system to the Capitol grounds will fall hin the $45,000 granted for that pur- pose at the same time. Viewing all these modern attractions and comparing them with the old condition of things in the Senate, former frequenters of that habitat of “the most distinguished legislative body on earth” may well be jvstified in giving utterance to that delicious southern colloquialism, “‘Where am I at?” ———— Buried Thermometers, From the Popular Sctence Monthly. Recent observations made by Professor A. Agassiz In the Calumet and Hecla mine, near Lake Superior, to ascertain the rate at which temperature increases toward the center of the earth, give a slower rate of increase than has been found in previous recorded observations. The observations were made at various depths by placing registering barometers in holes drilled ten feet into the rock and plugged with wood and clay. After the thermometers had re- mained in place three months the holes Were opered and results obtained. The highest temperature recorded at a depth of 4,580 feet was 79 degrees Fahrenheit. At a depth of 10 feet the rock temperature was 5% degrees. Between these limits there was a column of rock, or 4,475 feet. with a difference of temperature of 20 degrees, or an average increase of 1 de- gree for each 223.7 feet. The observations in the St. Gothard tunnel gave an increase of 1 degree for each @ feet, and those of Lord Kelvin elsewhere made the increase 1 degree for each 51 feet. The thickness of the crust of the earth deduced from Lord Kelvin’s rate of in- crease of temperature downward was twenty miles; from the St. Gothard rate, twenty-six miles. Professor Agassiz’s rate wovld make the crust over eighty miles thick. It is conceded,however,that the close proximity of the enormous mass of cold water in Lake Superior is a possible source of error in observations made in the Calu- ret and Hecla mine. ——_+e+____ Made Insane by Sunburn. From the New York Sun. Michael Shaw, eleven years old, of 2413 8th avenue, became apparently insane early yestemday from the effects of severe sun- burn. On Sunday young Shaw went to Oak Point with several boy friends and went in swimming a mf from the bathing house, near which it was necessary to wear bath- ing clothes. He remained undressed nearly all day, now in the water and then out in the sun, and when he went home he was badly sunburned from head to foot. On Sunday night his mother smeared him with linseed oil to allay his pain, but to no effect. All night long he cried with pain, and at 3 o'clock yesterday morning he be- came frantic. All of the efforts of his par- ents to soothe him were of no avail, so an ambulance was called from Manhattan Hospital. Dr. Rossman pronounced young Shaw insane, but said that he would re- cover. ———_+e+ A Bare Suggestion. Frcm the Woonsocket Reporter. She—“We women go to the seashore in order to have as little as possible on our mird: “Then you are réady to admit that woman thinks only of dres: TBE “APENTA" HUNGARIAN BITTER WATER, from the UJ HUNYADI Springs; under the abso- lute control of the Royal Hungarian Chemical In- aes (iinistry of Agriculture), Buda-Pest. UNDER THE SUN Pauline Pry Tries Camping Out at Mud Hen Lake. ASOLUTION OF THE SERVANT PROBLEM A Woman's Outing on the Upper Mississippi. RELAPSE IN ROMANCE —E—E— Special Correspondence of The Evening Stat MUD HEN LAKE, Iowa, August 29, 1896. AM A PLENI- tude of rich food within and not alto- gether clean without. I have eaten five meals a day, with lunches at all hours, the past eight days, and for the same length of time I haven't had a tub. In leu of the latter, by morning, I have washed in a tin basin if it came handy, or in a tin dipper if the basin was missing or otherwise engaged, and by evening, in a bathing suit that would make even Coney Island catch its breath, I have laved my- self in the muddy waters of the Mississipp!. As I write, sizzling sunbeams play over the burnished tip of my sorely burned nose, and barking dogs gambol over my body, recumbent on the bosom of the earth, my mother. Other kin have I in the remote confines of ctvilization, but every one is left behind. For the nonce I am not saying my catechism, I am living it, and the dust of which I am made, I admit to the close communion of a family connection. Dirt is my brother; flies, ants, caterpillars and spiders are my sisters, and nature is the srandparent of us all. I would scorn to speak to a man who brushes his teeth or says his prayers. I am both above and beneath every obligation of civilization and Christianity. In a word, I am camping out. The Idea of Camping. When a man ten days ago sought me on the shady side of a comfortable piazza and asked me if I didn't want to go camping, for answer I merely mentiongd my age and reminded him that I am~ married. It is well enough to go camping when you are young, tough-bodied, adventurous, and so absolutely outside the jurisdiction of a con- science as to systematically sneak out of all the hard work there is to be done, and when, being untrammeled by marriage vows, hope may rely on love-making to assist pennyroyal and smudges in making the mosquito-burdened nights endurable. But for me—thank heaven!—I am just as wise as I look. “Oh, come along,” said the man. “Bother your old age and your Leing married! We have a shanty up on the island; you can slcep in a spring bed instead of on the ground as you used to do in company days of your youth; all the doors and windows are screened, so there are no mosquitoes, and you'll not have to do a stroke of work. We have # couple of Indians to wash the | dishes, and Johnson and I are going to do all the cooking.” That last undid my prudence. To have a couple of men in a position to suffer my kicking against the coffee, growling against the roast, puvhing back in disgust from the dessert—that would be something to make me believs my downtrodden, housekeeping sex is really as superior as Mary Ellen Lease says It is. Just Where It Is. Mud Hen Lake ts embraced by an island in the Mississif pi river, eight miles north of Bloody Run, and directly across from Curley Slough. To the general mind it might express more geography to say that it is a day’s travel down the river from St. Paul. Here the Mississippi Valley Rod and Gun Club cwns several hundred acres of mud, water end dry land, and on the slip- pery barks of the lake have built a camp consisting of a dozen tents and as many mere small log houses. It was as a guest to this camp I was bidden. Johnson and the Other Man preceded us the day before we started—“we" being a Sphinx Woman, a Nervous Woman, a Wo- man With a History, a Girl Who Longs to Make History and myself. We drove from Prairie du Chien, ten miles down on the Wisconsin side, along the edge of the bluffs that on either side hem in the upper Mis- sissipp!. The road was such as to keep constantly before our minds whether in case of meeting another wagon It would he pleasanter to be flattened out against the wall of rock that extended high and hope- less on one side, or, on the other side, mix ovr remains with ‘the barbed wire fence that, on a pitch straight down, would have hindered a free descent to the railroad track that was parallel with us some dis- tance below. The man who drove us has been wandering in his mind ever since. I say drove us, but I mean drove us all but the Nervcus Woman. She walked, what time she was not clinging by her eyebrows to the side of the bluff, screaming that she knew there was a snake in the road or dangling over the outer edge of the road, frenziedly declaring that she heard a mad tull roar. It was after she had kept us waiting nearly an hovr while she stayed penned in behind a great rock for protec- ticn against an ‘nfuriated Jersey cow that the light of reason went out forever in the eyes of the man driving us. ‘Then there ¥as really something to scare one. I never saw nor drepmed of such driving. An Incredible Performance. You would not believe me if I told you that it is possible to drive a pair of horses and a wagonful of women straight up and over trees twenty and thirty feet tall, yet we did this repeatedly as we were crossing the bottoms of the river. Anything that appeared before us, our now hopelessiy driveling man on the box whipped over, and the Mississippi river would not h stayed him in his wild career, had not John- son and the Other Man fortunately been waiting on the bank and succeeded in stopping us before it was everlastingly too late. As we were being paddled across to the camp, the last glimpse I had of our demented driver he stood with his arms around his two horses’ necks crying as if his heart would break. ‘The Nervous Woman was Johnson’s wife, and the tone of voice in which he snubbed her agonizing recital of the perils we had ceme thrcugh, caused me to doubt some- what whether, after all, it would be best to find fault with the cooking. Indeed, the first glimpse I kad of Johnson and’ the Other Man caused me to doubt about a great deal to which I had previously made up my mind. For one thing, I have always believed and have often said that no charm of intellect, no attraction of climate could ever persuade me to stop an hour on an island with a man who would go barefoot- ed and wear as few clothes as history tells us Robert Louis Stevenson affected on the Island of Samoa. Sparely Costumed. But here I had agreed to spend ten days in camp with Johnson and the Other Man, who were clad—yes, they were clad, but that is certainly the most that could be sald about them. A decollete knit under- skirt and a pair of golf trousers constt- tuted their complete outfit. I don’t mean to say they had only these articles between them. They each had such an outfit, but that was little erough. When I remonstrat- ed about the aboriginal cut of their clothes end the fewness thereof Johnson told me it was aboriginal or nothing in that camp, and I could take my choice. When I still objected to the bare feet they began prais- ing the Knelpp cure, and the next morning we ull had to try it. They stole our shoes in the night and we haven’t found them yet, though the truth is, after the second day, we gave up looking, turned aborigines curselves and like it. Johnson's -shanty was embowered in chinquapins in honor of our coming. Chin- quapins, so named by the Indians, are a species of lotus, two or three times the size of ordinary pond ilies, of a deep creamy tint suggestive of the impurities in which their loveliness has root, and of overpowering frugrancs. In front of the house was a row of thickly-leaved, spreading-branched trees standing on the edge of the bank leading down to a narrow branch of the river, that, with a densely-wooded bit of land skirt- ing it on the other side, ran smoothly on a few yards, and then, choking with the huge flat: leaves, rap nake-like stems and tempting, creamy cOps of a mass of chin- avapins,” widened (into the miasmatic charms of Mud Hen Lake. . Pleasures of Dirt. George Meredith ‘has observed that it seems to be indispensable to the existence of all the higher domestic animals, includ- ing man, to revert at intervals to the con- ditions of a lower state and find happiness rolling in the dirt. The carefully-groomed horse, kicking lustily on its back among the dung hills of the barn yard, yields thus occasionally to an impulse no differ- ent from that which impels the immaculate city boy to wallow now and then in the dust of the roadway—an impulse to which children of a larger growth, men and wo- men, too, must Yield at times, to keep them strong and healthy. have learned the truth of this philoso- pe turning aborigine at Mud Hen Lake. Hatless, gloveless, shoeless, I lie on the ground, “dust to dust, ashes to ashes,” my body commingling with the life of the earth as joyously as if under the mask of death my spirit had rejoined its own for- ever. Those petty problems of the world— who am I? what am I? and whither am I tending?—Fudge! 1 am the beginnings of woman. I am Lilth, the first wife of Adam, quiescent in the cosmos; the chin- quapins in Eden are breathing me a form, and my soul— “Chuck! ch-u-ck! chuck!” Johnson’s call-to dinner. Thus does everything like a genuinely poetic thought come to an end at Mud Hen Lake. Life is continually rounding in a meal, and every- thing is done with eating. A Problem Solved. Do you want to know what we eat, and do you want to know how we cook? Concerning the latter, I'll tell you this, that I think the servant problem is event- ually to be solved by the New Man. What I have learned in the past of men’s tri- umphs in the chafing dish and what 1 have learned here of what a man can do with an ordinary Mary-Ann cook stove have satisfied me that the pride of con- quest which formerly made men warriors and kings. will, one day not far distant, make them hired girls and housekeepers. i wish you might have seen the tender flush of conscious merit that overspread John- son’s face yesterday when he took his bread out of the oven, knocked it with his knuckles and found it well done, smelled of it and knew it to be sweet, and held it up for every one to see the beautiful golden brown color he had baked it. Johnson used to pull an oar in the ‘varsity crew at Cam- bridge, and he afterward took a post-grad- uate course in foot ball that covered him with honors as thick as his chrysanthe- mum hair. But one day his adventurous spirit led him into the wilds of New Mexi- co, and there, in a mining camp, he earned the distinction of being the best bread- maker ever in the territory. He hasn't done anything else since, and not all the money he will one day inherit will ever win him from the kitchen. The sweet patience and cheerful industry both Johnson and the Other Man display in all emergencies speaks volumes for the beace and comfort we shall know when the New Man has finally replaced the old hired girl in our homes. Calamity Impending. An hour ago I saw Johnson come up out of the cellar looking pale, and exclaim, sotto voce to the Other Man, “Great Scott! ‘There isn’t bread ehowgh for dinner.” The Other Man, who sat on the edge of the bed beside the cook etove, gently beat- ing eggs for the layer cake he was making, let the egg-beater fall to the floor as he groaned, “Good Heavens! you ever now before what beastly appetites wom: have? What'll we do?” |? Deas Johnson thoughtfully scratched his head with the bread knife for a moment, and then, with a sigh> that would have done credit to Griselda, answered: “Oh, never mind; I'll make a_hol corn bread. “But we haven't any more eggs, won't have till evening,” and said the Other Man. “Very wel! replied Johnson, his face looking positively saintly in its expression of patient resignation; powder btscuit.”* In addition to the biscuit we had for din- ner today tomato soup, baked stuffed fish, with a sauce that effaced gluttony from the calendar of deadly sins; bolled pota- toes, roast corn, cabbage salad, apple ple and coffee. It was the first meal we have eaten without a single attempt at suicide. I found fault with Johnson's ple crust the first day, and scarcely were the words ut- tered when the white-clad figures of both cooks (they put on regulation cooks’ unl- ferms in work) were seen speeding down the path to the river, not twenty feet away, and before we ‘divined what was ccming. there was a dreadful splash and the twin sensitive souls of our coming hired girls had sought oblivion from our ingratitude in drowning. The Nervous Wo- man instantly began shrieking, and upset her hot coffee on the dog who sat beside her at the table. The hog howled, the Sphinx Woman smiled and observed’ that their white duck trowsers would probably shrink; the Girl Who Longs to Make His- tory exclaimed, pensively, “How lovely it would be if they were truly drowning;” the Woman With a History, who had scored three suicides on her account up to date, looked a bit bored, and murmured something about how stupidly history re- beats {tself. I—if I had been born cross- eyed and red-headed, I could scarcely be more certain of bringing ill-luck in| my train upcn all occasions. Renened by Contrition, Just as Johnson and the Other Man came to the surface they caught me in the act cf gorging the scalded dog with my por- tion of pie, whereat they groaned, “She throws it to the dogs” and immediately disappeared from sight again under the water. We finally saved their lives by vows of contrition and agonized supplications for more pie, which they had to swim ashore to provide for us. Until we learned to hold our tongues idle criticisms have caused Johnson and the Other Man to commit suicide as many as* ten times during a single meal. ‘The excitement of this had begun to pall upon us, when three days ago Pete, one of the Indians, came back from an errand to the railroad junction across the river on the Iowa side, bringing the intelligence that Judge Blank has dispatched for somebody from camp to meet him with a skiff at the night train. The judge lived thirty miles distant in the interior of Iowa, and a man from the same town, who had arrived at camp the night previous, supplemented Pete's news with, “Oh, yes; I had forgot- ten to speak of it; the judge told me yes- terday he was coming down today. Brings a friend, stranger to me, a Col. Dash, from Dakota.” Nobody fainted; only the Nervous Woman made a sound. She simply screamed, “Colonel Dash; that dreadful man!” Where- upon Johnson went into the house, for a drink, I think, and the rest of us began no- ticing the scenery. Distinctions in Husbands, You see, the fact. is, the Woman with a History was also visiting from Dakota, and Colonel Dash—how shall I put it?7— Colonel Dash is the, mortal remains of her later husband—I can’t say late hus- band, because itis necessary to make a distinction between him and her first late husband; nelther can I say her last husband, for anybody familiar with her tendencies and resources would not be 80 presumptuous ag to imply there will not be others. But among them all, dead or alive, there was none whom she and her friends would naturally care less to see than Col. Dash. I never could understand tayself why she had not murdered this man. To be sure, he was able to pay all- mony, and there was the influence of habit in South Dakota to make divorce seem the only remedy for every human ill. Any one acquainted with this case, however, will bear me out in saying Col. Dash was a taarital misery which should have been treated with nothing less heroic than hot lead or cold steel. He had beaten this wo- man; he had stolen from her; he had dis- graced her in every way possible for a man with the assistance of other women to de- vise; and when she was finally driven. to secure a divorce from him, with the malice of Satan’s very self, he still pursued her relentlessly and with truly diabolical cley- erness through the columns of the paper which he edited and controlled. This con- tinued public assault upon a blameless wo- man—in all the history that her beauty and remarkable powers of fascination unavoid- ably attached to her, the worst that even her enemies could say of this woman was she had loved Col. Dash “not wisely, but too well’—the continued public assault the man made upon her became at length un- endurable to the community. Then, with that wonderful turn for business s0 com- mon in the west, a citizens’ committee waited on the ex-husband, and, set off by @ various assortment of knives and guns “Tll make baking merely to preserve the scenic effects of a straight business deal, they offered to buy him out and give him a railroad ticket out of town, or burn him out and run him out of town, just as he signified a preference. ol. Dash declined to sell. Freedom With the Pres The next evening he left town with more dispatch than comfort, riding on a rail, and the same evening the entire contents of his printing office and editorial rooms were taken into the middle of the street and set afire. That justice might attend upon vengeance in -the matter, a fair money equivalent of the property so dis- posed of was ccllected of the people and de- Dosited with a prominent citizen, who in due form notified Col. Dash that it was ready any time within three days that he would return and collect it, and that, in event of his failure to make a collection at the end of that period, the money would be paid over to his highly respected and sorely abused widow. He failed to make the collection. You can fancy that, all things considered, a family reunion of the Dashes was a pros- pect not to be contemplated with glee, scarcely with serenity. Johnson’s tea-bis- cuits that night were heavy as lead, and the Other Man's hot gingerbread couldn't be eaten, even by the dogs. None of us were hungry, however, except the woman most concerned. She ate cheerfully, corn- ed beef hash, flap-jacks, bacon and eggs, and would have attempted Johnson's tea- biscuits if I had not saved her. Secretly I suspected her of seeking to eat herseif to death; I could tind no other rational expla- nation of her apparent relish for every- thing eatable in sight. But odd enough and wholly inexplicable had been her con- duct from the first. To all appearances, she accepted the situation so philosophival- ly as to make it seem presumptuous, even rude, on our part to anticipate trouble. We would steal off guiltily to discuss the mat- ter out of her hearing, but no amount of Speculation settled in our minds either what she would do when Col. Dash came, or what we should. What he would do— we dared not think of that. Johnson said that when the meeting was over, and all the dead bodies properly cared for, there Probably wouldn’t be fce enough left to &£ep a single bottle cool for the coroner. Successive Surprises. When the dreaded hour arrived that Pete must start to return with the judge and the colonel, as he was untying the skiff, our heroine came nonchalantly from the house where she was supposed to be resting. As @ matter of fact, we realized that under the circumstances there was no rest fer her, but it was comfortable all around to pretend she was asleep, and everybody groaned inwardly to see her reappear. Be- fore any one could think of anything to say in greeting, she called out to Pete, ‘Are you going to the train now? Wait a minute, I am going, too.” “What!” we gasped, with one voice of be- wilderment and horror. She turned on us her remarkable, great questioning gray eyes, and repeated simply, “I am going, too.” ‘This wholly unexpected and utterly in- ccmprehensible move was more than the overtaxed Nervous Woman could endure and still keep up the pretense of not mind- ing. Sho burst into tears, and, sobbing, sald: “What on earth possesses you? How Care you go alone to meet that awful man? As likely as not he will kill you “Ok, I guess not,” came the answer, cool- ly; “I haven't told you, because it's ‘all to be very, very quiet, but Col. Dash and I are going to be married the middle of Oc- tober.” “Married over again?" we barely had breath to exclaim. “Yes, married over again; that is the way to put it, if you choose to be reminiscent and perfectly exact. All right, Pete. Pete had called to her to hurry, and with- out a word further being spoken by any- bcdy we were lcft alone, our minds totter- ing In the turn affairs had taken. Blank astonishment possessed us to the exclusion of all our senses until Johnson brought us back to corsciousness with a string of Spanish words, adding, when he could get his emotions dewn to decent English, “If that isn’t just like a woman!" Possibly the strain of our meeting with the colonel was more in our minds than in our bearing. The Second Honeymoon. At all events, he was quite at ease him- self, and truly he and his betrothed ex-wife seemed altogether happy. I nave watched them closely the days that have followed, and I have discovered so much beauty in their sweet relation I mean some day to re- produce It In a lengthy poem entitled “An jdyl of Mud Hen Lake." Yet it is not from Mud Hen Lake their courtship derives its rare charm; It is from their perfect mutual understanding, consequent upon their for- mer union. The technique of their inter- cuurse shows practice, and practice makes perfect even in the exercise of love. I no- tice that when he kisses her he never tum- bles her hair nor crushes her collar, and she isn’t all the time nagging him to know if she 1s the first woman he ever loved. They learned all these things and enough else In their previous experience to actual- ly enjoy now a dream of love—not the nightmare of quarrels, injured feelings, spoiied finery, cruel disillusions and bitter disappointments that a love affair, for lack of proper culture, commonly is. The ad- vantages they seem to command over Icvers who have never been married to each other once are all the benefits of a post- graduate training In a profession as com- ed with the struggles of a self-made man. As for the zest which love must gain from mystery—from the undeveloped and unknown, to make a savory meal, could an expectant bride find anything more piquant than the thought, “He beat me in the past: will he break my bones in the future?” And the prospective groom, what sharper spice covld a man want than not to know, “Does she truly love again such a husband as I proved myself, or does she seek to wed me in some scheme she has for getting even?” T'll tell you this in confidence. After realizing the possibilities of love as revealed by Col. Dash and the Woman with a History, none but a previous husband may henceforth hope to wo PAULINE PRY. ——— GLADSTONE ON RURAL LIFE. He Takes an Encouraging View in a Talk at Hawarden. From the London Times. Speaking at the annual show of the Ha- warden and Buckley Horticultural Society at Hawarden on Monday, Mr. Gladstone, addressing the exhibitors, said: “In other years, perhaps, many of you may recollect I used to be desirous and glad to inform myself as well as I could upon the branches ef exertion in which you have been so Preminent. I used to like to know what Pas going on, and what had been done and what could be done in the growth of flow- ers, in the growth of fruits, and in the growth of vegetables, and so forth; but I aim no longer in a condition to be able to pick up knowledge with as much facility (avghter) as I could have done twenty, thirty or forty years ago. if you could con- trive to take twenty or thirty, aye, or even ten years off my back, then I would en- deavor to behave to you as well as I have done in former years. (Laughter and cheers.) “At present I have little to do but con- gratulate you. I am very glad to learn that in some respects you have gone ahead of other institutions of the same kind— that is to say, that you have included with credit and advantage branches of effort which in some of those cases are un- known. For example, I am told there is the vseful article of butter. 1 suppose we are all more or less familiar with that article. (Laughter.) I believe we may hold up our heads in the face of our neighbors in other places, and contend that the but- ter of Hawarden does credit to Hawarden. (Hear, hear.) I understand, upon the high- est authority, that it 1s very good. It bears !a good name and character as to its qual- ity. I am not a judge in any sense of the word, yet I am a consumer, and the con- sumer has something to do with it, and, having been a consumer, I venture to take it upon myself to say that we he-e, in our house, and no doubt it is the same in other houses, eat better butter now than we did in former years. (Hear, hear.) It is a good thing for us that such institutions should subsist. In the first place, it brings us all together upon a common and friendly foot- ing here. In the second place, it is an encouragement to industry, and to a de- scription of industry which is not burden- some, but attended with much pleasure, interest and satisfaction. (Hear, hear.) In the third place, you know, we hear, from time to time, and we hear too truly, that, while the populations of our towns in- crease rapidly with our general trade and industry, the population of the country— that is to say, of the rural districts—does not increase rapidly, and in some parts of the country tends to diminish. Well, I am greatly opposed to artificial interference by law with the natural course of things, and I believe it is a gocd general rule to allow each person to judge for himself what his [escooccoseeronneerenerecenes SSesSondondoedoeecdedtesteet Ane OOS HUNYAD! 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I have read even in the course of the last year a very interesting work showing how many things there are that can be advantageously done in the country, and I rejoice in the extensive discoveries of the kind, for, after ail, while we are delighted to think how many advantages the inhab- itants of towns enjoy now that they did not enjoy in former times, through the ac- tion of railways, and from other causes, yet it is a blessed thing to live in the eye of nature and in the clear light of day. (Cheers.) I have been a townsman most of my life, but I am a rural man, cne of the country folk, now (laughter); and it is a great enjoyment to be free from the foul rivers, and the masses of smoke, and the darkness that overhangs many of our great towns, and to enjoy the scenery that Is around us, the light and the air God hai given us just in the way He gave the! (Cheers.) It will be all the better for this country the more we can maintain and in- crease the rural population of the land. (Cheers.) —_——_—_-e-—_____ STORY OF A BULLET. Travels of a Piece of Lead Which Was Shot Into a Deer. From the New York Sun. A story of how a forgotten shot came back to a hunter was related recently by one sportsman to another on a train bound northward to the Adirondack mountains. Four years ago a New Yorker took down his smali-caliber rifle from the rack on fall, cleaned it and the next day took it on a deer hunt to the Moose river regions of the Adirondacks. He got to camp, and the next day took his stand at the natural dam runway. A deer came in, a small buck, and two shots were fired at it, one of which drew a little blood. The trail was lost, and the deer forgott in the success that attended the next day’s hunt. Last spring the sportsman was talking with a woodsman about hunting experi- ences, and the woodsman showed him a bullet battered by the force of its impact. In the head of the bullet was the mark of a knife blade. In spite of its battered condition, the New Yorker identified it as the one he had fired at the small buck four years before, for he had cut a crease into the bullet’s ‘flat point to make it spread well should it hit a deer. The woodsman told how he found the bullet two years ago in the spring. It was lyimfg on a flat rock a mile from the natural dam, as if some one had laid it there. It was evident that the wounded deer had fled and died back in the woods. Its c cass had been torn by wood creatures, its bones gnawed by mice, and the bullet had fallen on the rock, borne there by some fox, perhaps, since it was a good table. The New Yorker bought the bullet for $1, and it now hangs on the rifle that fired it. ——_+-— POLLY FOOLED HI The Voice of a Parrot Minta' That of an Enemy. From the New York Tribune. An amusing scene occurred in a quiet up- town street last night. A young Irishman who is courting a rosy-cheeked servant in one of the houses in the thoroughfare call- ed about his usual time in the evening. Just as he opened the iron gate leading into the basement yard he heard a voice say: “Hullo, Pat.” Hullo, yourself,” replied Pat. “Hullo. Pat,” said the strange voice again. Pat gazed all around him, but could see nobody, and once again he heard the voice say: ‘Hullo, Pat.” “Is that all you can say, ‘Hullo, Pat? Where the divil are you, anyhow?" an- swered Pat. “Pat, you're a fool,” said the voice. “Begorra, you're a Mar, whoever ye be,” shouted Pat, as he looked blindly around for his insulter. “Pat, you fool,” again uttered the voice. “I'm'no fool, whoever ye are,” called out Pat, wild with anger, “an’ if yez will show yerself I'll prove it to yez.”” “Foolish Pat,” came the reply, panied by a hoarse chuckle. Pat was furious and thoughts of his rival, McCarthy, immediately came in his mind. “Show yerself, McCarthy, only show yer- self, McCarthy, an’ I'll purch in the face of yez, I will! I will!” he shouted, as he danced up and down. “Pat, you fool! Pat, you fool! Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha!” shouted Pat's tormentor. By this time Pat’s coat and waistcoat lay cn the ground and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was tearing around like a hen on a hot griddle There's no tell- ing what would have happened, as it was nearly the time for the peliceman on the beat to pass that way, when the basement door opened and Pat's sweetheart came out. On seeing Pat she uttered a little scream and exclaimed: “Are you crazy, Pat? An’ what has came into you the night? Put your clothes on, man.” “You spalpeen, Pat! Foolish Pat! Ho, ho! Ha, ha! Go home, Pat,” said the mys- terious voice out of the darkness. “Do yez hear the blackguard? Oh, if I can lay me hands on him!” foamed Pat, as he continued his war dance. “Ah, you mustn't mind that, Pat,” said his sweetheart. “You're a donkey, surely, to be minding the talk of that crazy bird upstairs. Why, it’s only one of the young men’s parrots which they brought home with them from over the sea. It’s an {ll- mannered bird, and do swear dreadfully. Mistress won't have it in the house, so the boys hang up the cage out of the window of their room upstairs. “You're a great gawk, Pat, to be minding the likes of a poor, simple-minded bird like that Pat became slowly appeased, and az he put on his coat he said: “I don’t mind what a burid says, Molly, but, begorra, I thought it was that sneak McCarthy hiding furninst ther stoop.” ———_+e+—____ CLOTHING AN ARMY. en for accom- It Costs Grent Britain Over $6,000,000 to Dress Its Soldiers. From the New York Journal. It costs the British government $6,250,000 annually for the clothing furnished its army all over the world. Each of the for- eign possessions, however, has to pay back to a certain extent the amount which the uniforms of the troops stationed or sent there has cost, and this entails no end of complicated bookkeeping. India, for instance, pays for the clothing of its own troops and also for the uniforms of the men which England sends there. The latter item is avout $675,000 annually. On tho other hand, when a resuaent comes home from India ‘that country has to be paid back the full value of the clothes they wear. The government sells old and worn-out articles to the second-hand dealsrs, who, by the way, usually accumulate fortunes ina short time. The value of cast-off clothes so disposed of is about $140,000 yearly. The scraps remaining after the uniforms have been cut out also bring a mater of $30,000 which it had hung ever since the previous |- annually. In the authorities receive back about $1,500,000, thus reducing the total cost of clothing the army to less than ear. The best quality of everything is used in the manufacture of uniforms. In fact, tt is said, they are too good for durable wear. A huge factory in Pimlico, London, makes re of the » but vast quantitios of foot and head gear are hought ready made. Boots and leggins, for exam- ple, cost $1,165,000, and head dresses $250,000, The thousands of miles of flannel, linen, calico, cloth, velvet, ete., the millions of buttons, the tons of cotton wool, the billions of yards of sewing cotton, that are mude into smart tuntes, ti warm shirts, cost $2,425,000. The wages paid for making these up is over $6.00) a week, Some of the salaries paid for this branch are excellent for England. Tue inspector of clothing receives $5,000), and his assist- ants $3,750 apiece, and so on down the long list. But all this vast expense is probably much lcs than the annual outlay that France or Germany makes for kee} its. soldions smart in appearance in t race. 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