Evening Star Newspaper, June 5, 1897, Page 17

_THE EVENING STAR. ———— PUBLISHED DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY, THE STAR BUILDINGS, no. livanie Avenue, Cor. lith 8t, by - 8. B. Sr nope napa " Kew York Ofice, 49 Potter Building. ‘The Exening Star is served to subscribers in the ity by carriers. on their own account. at 10 cents T week, ur 44 cents per mouth. ies at the ounter 2 cents each. By mail—anywhere in the United States or Canada—postage prepald—60 Der month. Saturday Quintuple Sheet Star, $1 per year, with foreign postu 00. ge added, $3. ‘Entered at th> Most Office at Washingto2, D. C., as _secomi-ciass mai? matter.) €7All mail subscriptions must be paid in advance. Rates of advertising made known on application. The regular permanent family, ' circulation of The Evening Stan , is more than double that of any, other paper in Washington, whether published in the morn- ing or in the afternoon. As a medium for unobjec- tionable advertisements it there- The Creams-== ys PERRY’S. The “Creams” are a story by themselves. Cream of tint— cream of quality—cream of fashion—to be said of our Cream ‘Woolens—our Cream Silks—our Cream Nets. They are fea- tures of good dressing. Cream will command a second look from almost every- body. Cream is the summer shade for the most formal occa- sions—and it is the shade for the seaside or the mountain ve- randa. Summer brides are patrons of Cream. Debutantes are. Cream is popular—and that is why it is plentiful in our stock. The very choicest of weaving — spinning — and thread work are offered in this delicate shade. Novelties, some of them—exclusive, many of them. Cream Woolens. It is probably a larger assortment than you are likely to find elsewhere—but we don’t do anything by halves—we show a full line of the dainties in Cream. 3S-inch Cream Albatrogs—39e. a yard. 45-inch Cream Henrietta — G0c. a yard. sSOnsDeseeontonzenseogonseoconsmeresgenrenroesonteetesseatuagwegesteese tenses eeensbe sheesh au M aH HD se ea 45-Inch Cream Etamine, one of the imported weives—$1.50 a yard. 40-inch Cream Figuzed Mobairs—Z5e. 46-inch Cream Bedford Cord—7e. a Ceti yard. 45-irch Cream Arabesque Mobairs— 44-inch Cream Silk Hair Stripes -75e. $1.50 a yard. a yard. 45-inch Cres Diagonal—SGe. ard. 44-inch Crean Silk and Wool Poplin i ee Damasse—$1.15 a yard. 42-inch Cream Silk Warp Lansdowne —$l a yard. fee Cream Silk Stripes—$1.25 a yan. 45-Inch Cream Mohair Brilliantines— $c yard. 45-inch Ceram Heavy Bedford Cords 54-inch Crcam Mohair Sicillan—$1.50 Fee a yard. 56-inch Creain ik znd Wool Crepon Pointelle—$1.50 a yard. G4-inch Cream Etamiac—$1 a yard. } Cream Silks. Here are some of the latest things that will interest you in Cream Silks. We want you to have prices from us always— for we are proud of the values we show—and proud of the prices at which we offer them. Z-inch Cream Japanese Silks-50e. 21-inch Cream Faconne Taffeta Silk— a yard. $i a yard. 28-inch Cream Faconne Japanese 21-inch Cream Molre Velour -$1.25 Silks—SSe. a yard. @ yard. %-inch Cream Faconne Habutal—76e. 22-inch Cream Satin Duchesse—$1.25 @ yard. @ yard. Cream Nets. What—depends upon the use—but we have a variety for all the services that Nets and Mulls and Chiffons are called designs and values. 45-inch Cream Chiffons—T5e. a yard. 48-inch Cream D'Sote— $1 a yard. 45-inch Cream Silk Mull—i0c. a yard. ‘Mousslin2 50-inch ream Silk Mull--75e. a yard. 24-inch Cream All-silk Grenadines— $1 o yard. Established 1840. Telephone 995. iaapebanaaananeanannaaanabannaaannaneaeenennnnannnananeiiaeaneaaaennnnnieenenieel: upon to render. Mark the reasonable prices—and for special 48-inch Cream Chiffoacttes—Te. yard. a 4#-inch Cream La Tosca Nets—$1 a yard. 72inch Cream Brussels Nets—$1 a 24-inch Cream Crepe D'Chine--$1. PERRY’S, “NINTH AND THE AVENUE.” a te te te ta es ts ti COCGGG STEERING BY A STAR. Sailors Can Keep the Course Better ‘This Way Than by 2 Compass. In the June St. Nicholas there is an ar- ticle on “Steering Without a Compass” by Gustav Kobbe. The author sa: ‘That sailors prefer not to steer by compass must have struck you as one curious fact. Here is another. A steersman can keep his ship better on her course at night, if it be clear, than during the day. “Look ahead, get a star, and steady her head by It." So says the A. B. of the ocean to the sailor who has not yet won his degree. For to the helmsman the stars are like the pillar of fire in Scripture. They are the hands on the dial of the night. They twinkle “good evening” to poor Jack as he sits up @loft or stands at the helm, and wink “gocd morning” and “good-bye” to him with daylight. It is obvious that the “to” or “off” mouvement of a vessel can be more quickly detected by a small, pright object ike a star de1d ahead than by the mo- notcnous sweep of the horizon, or by peer- ing into the compass box. The same an- cient mariner who told_me about measur- ing the length of the off and in shore legs by the life of candles, told me that once, when the oil in the binnacle lamps gave out and he was steering by a star, he oc- casionaily struck a match ani looked at the compass “to see if the star had moved any.” He was a genuine “sea cook,” this ancient mariner, being steward of the ves- sel on which I was: sailing; and he would bob up out of the cook's galley amidships like a seal bobbing up through a hole in the ice, and proceed to spin yarns. When the lookout sings out “Land ho:” and has replied to the officer’s “Where away?” a star over the rock or other dan- ger may be noted and brought down in Ine with the point on the compass, and its Proper bearing obtained. “The stars,” said a sea captain to me, “move apparently from east to west, so that when we find our first star will no longer do. we select another. This is the case with all but the north or pole star, wiich is in line with two certain stars in the Great Bear or Dipper, and the orbit is so small that it is a good guide for all night; and we can even detect errors of e compass by it.” he north star is of course as true as, or even truer than, the most accurate com- pass. To the “other things” that sailors stger by, the compass is, however, what team is to electricity. To produce an elec- tric light you require a dynamo; to run the dynamo you need steam. You may feel the wind on your moist brow or hand; but the @irection from which It blows you can— except in case of the regular trade winds, or unless you are up in sea lore—tell only from the compass. Then by sailing close enable him to dispense with the compass altogether. For instance, if in standing South to round the Horn, you sce the ““Ma- geilanic Clouds” (bright patches in the Milky Way) directly above the ship, change ycur course for the Straits of Magellan. = Lives in His Steeple. From the Kansas City Times. The only man in the United States who lives in a church steeple is Hezekiah Bradds, the sexton of the Baptist Church at Westport, a suburb of Kansas City. The room is small, scarcely larger than @ dry goods box. It is just under the bells. In that tiny room he cooks, eats and sleeps. Through the smaH windows that furnish light in the daytime he can see a pertion of Kansas City. Above his head the swallows twitter as they fly in and out thrcugh the lattice work. In his small room is @ bed, a dresser, a tiny stove, and a table. He has been sexton of the church fcr several years and has occupied his room in the steeple since his wife left him. Some years ago he married a widow with @ grown son. The son proved a bone of contention, and after numerous quar- rels the wife left her husband, taking the furniture with her. Then the church trus- tees suggested that Mr. Bradds move into the little room beneath the bells. Church members furnished the room comfortably, and since then Mr. Bradds has lived a lonesome life. —__-+e-___ Lineoln’s Generosity. From the Chicago Chronicle. The firm of Pearson & Taft, dealers in farm mortgages, unearthed a valuable package of papers yesterday, which iIlus- trate the generosity of Abraham Lincoln. The papers are a deed to a tract of forty acres in Coles county, Il, to Abraham Lincoln, from his father and mother, and @ bond for a deed from Abraham Lincoln to John D. Johnson. The transaction is dated 1841. . It was tn that year that Thomas Lincoln, then an old man, was in destitute circum- stances, and his son, coming to his help, paid down $200 in cash for the forty acres. His parents were not even under the ob- ligation of paying taxes, and were assured that the farm was theirs and all they made out of it as long as they lived. Abra- ham Lincoln, in the same year the prop- erty was conveyed to him, made a con- tract with John D. Johnson to sell the land to him for $200 when both his parents were —_—+e+_____ Mexico, a fine tobacco country, imported two million pounds of tobacco.last year. New York hes eight holidays—New Year, Lincoln's -end Wi birthdays, to the wind you can keep on that course | July 4, day, Labor day, Christ- without looking at the compass. But the ant meer: fn sailors naturally have a large accumula- st m™ lent, storms, certain egujarities in the seat nds certain parts the ocean, and| Eduardo A. Gibbon, who has just died in certain other recurring signs, the | the City of Mexico, one of the secre- helmsman can utilize, and which often taries of the Emperor " LIFE'S SEAMY SIDE Is Much in Evidence at the Emer- gency Hospital. THE REFUGE OF BATTERED HUMANITY Lively Times When the Tide of Misery Sets In. ONE NIGH1’S HAPPENINGS HE EMERGENCY Hospital staff — doc- tors and nurses — are a@ cheerful lot. ‘The physical misery of a big city surges in their vision like a tide day by day. Con- stantly, from high noon to high noon, they are the wit- nesses and the al- leviators of dreadful suffering. Yet the ~ clear - eyed surgeons and medicos softly whistle, between cases, the amiable tunes familiar to men who never saw a clinical knife; and the spot- lessly gowned nurses, becapped like one of the orders of cloistered nuns, hum sweetly, and with nothing of plaintiveness, as they trip through the wards without any noise of footfalls. The world naturally looks for dolorous doldrums in a hospital—in an emergency hospital especially, where the daily ruck of a seething city’s unfortunates forms a perennial procession. But what- ever of gloom and wretchedness there may be in the procession, it is not shouldered Up and Down. by the hospital staff. Washington's Emergency Hospital staff illustrates the fact. None of them knows solemnity as a condition of mind. Besides their experi- ence, and the philosophy begotten of ex- perience, there is a still better reason for their perpetual, comparative cheerfulness of temperament in an atmosphere filled with suffering—they are too busy to think of it; they are too constantly on the move for depressing inward apostrophes on the sorrow focused by their eyes; and the na- ture of their occupations demands of them all an unvarying equability of mind and temper. The Emergency Hospital is subject to rush days, like a business house. After a week of comparative quietude, the wards rapidly thinning of patients, the doctors and nurses engaged in writing long-delayed letters, the tide of the sick, the maimed and the dying sets in suddenly. The tele- phone bell, once a-ring, keeps going. The ambulance no sooner draws up to the door with one case than it is off again. The dispensary becomes mysteriously jammed all at once. The hospital staff, like seasoned firemen familiar with the phenomenon of simultaneous fires, claim that they can in- tuitively feel the approach of these rush days and nights, and roll up their sleeves for them in advance. When the Boom Started. Such a period of excitement and scurry set in at the hospital one afternoon last week, and lasted until long after midnight. It found the hospital folks, men and wo-: men, ready, like good soldiers who sleep with a single eye closed. Here it should be set down that the Emergency Hospital doe- tors—there are seven of them, two “on watch” at a time—are clutched by a very unusual sort of modesty. They do not like to see their names in type. Therefore the two clever, level-headed young nen who grappled with the red-hot busy spell above mentioned shall be nameless here; each of them having stated to The Star reporter that he was hunting for experience, not immortality. An “alcoholic” started the rush. The hospital telephone bell suddenly came to fe. “What's the matter with him—can you tell?” inquired the doctor who answer- ed the call of the policeman at the other end of the line. “Got 'em, you say? Oh! Wagon’ll be right up there.” Then the doctor whirled around the bell of the sta- ble telephone for the wagon, which rumbled The Dispensary. a8 to the door in less than two minutes. @ wagon doctor hopped on to the rear step, and away went the ambulance, the bell clanging. It returned in ten minutes with the man who “had ’em.” He was a well-dressed white man, who alternately who8pet with all his might, and then calm- ly announced, with a judicial air, to all hands, that he was “Buffalo Bill, the Hon- orable William L. Cody,” and that he breakfasted every mornirg on Gila mon- sters. “Don't I look the part, hey?" he in- quired, and then, suddenty losing the of his ment, he-whooped some the persuasive- ly, eyeing his patient’s un-scout-like short blonde hair indulgently. But the consumer of Gila monsters had to be packad up to his head and another ati fis feet. His Arizona wickiup yells sutefiéd after he Lad been up there a while. _ ~ Afraid of a Nee@le. Meantime one of the polig had driven up, and a colo very deep gash along the the left side of his ekull wag “Beer bottle,” said oné off briefly. Pee The injuréd man was conficious, but very weak from the loss of hloo quired a lot of stitching. to Bi dentation and make it a1 Lying on an operating watched ‘the preparations @f the doctors with rolling eyes. When Me caught sight of the needle he blinked. no needle in said he, husily. “Now yo’ “Ah doan’ want yo’ t’ pit mah haid,” “ On’t,” said the dcctor with the needle. “Yo’ dun heern w’at Ah 5 all t’ leave mah haid alone. |. I want yo’ h’ve been h A Pipe Victim, He didn’t have the strength or he would probably have made a dash for the door, as many another Emergency patient, panic stricken at the sight of @ glittering instru- ment, has done. For his own good the doctor sewed the man’s: head up, willy nilly, while he gazed up at them with the reproachful eyes of a deer. While this was going on the telephone bell had been getting in its work amd a bi- cyele case was brought in. le was a good looking, nattily dressed young fellow with a bad case of dislocated shoulder. mad about it and said so frankly. “If I had fallen off an eight-story house,” said he to the doctor while the latter was preparing to set his shoulder, “I wouldn't have minded it a little bit, but to knock myself out of joint on a bike—’ He groan- . “Say, do F look anything like a ham? That's what I am, all right—a ham. I was riding down 4th street, close to the curb, when along comes a girl I know. I threw up my right hand to raise my hat to her and went slap into a lamp post. And, say, look here, I'll be blamed if she didn’t grin. Yes, she did. Is this thing going to make me huthpbacked? The yap fell off his bike’—that's what all the feilows’ll say. And, holy mackerel, you énght to see the bike. If I was done up as bad as the bike it wouldn’t be any use repairing me." Without a Whimper. A little cojored girl with her hands and face very pitiably burned wap next brought in. She had been playing ‘with matches and her clothes had catight fre. The Spar- tan nerve she exhibited, was remarkable. She didn’t let out a whimper while the doctor, assisted by a sympathetic nurse, dressed her fearful burns. She was a bit solicitous about her hair, However, which was almost entirely burnt from her head. “Won't it grow no mo’?” she asked the nurse, and looked relieved when told that it_would. The clangor of the ambulance was again heard down the street (night had fallen by this time). The docfors and nurses, difficult people to startle, nevertheless looked con- siderably surprised when a young girl (she was scarcely more than sixteen years cf age), with an exceedingly pretty. and re- fined face, was carried in by the ambulance driver and doctor. She had been found sitting on the steps of a church in a stupor. She was still unconscious and groaned dis- mally. It was a case that required a quick diagnosis, and by the timé the girl had been carried to a cot the doctors had pretty nearly verified their suspieidn that she was a victim of opium poisoning—opium in the form of laudanum. On using the stomach pump they discovered that the girl had swallowed enough laudanum to wind up the days of any number of girls, and that she had not been picked up a minute too soon. She had to be walked to keep her blood moving. A nurse at each of her arms led her around the operating room after the poison had been taken from her, while another slapped and, kneaded her to bring her to consciousneds. Finally the girl opened her eyes witlt ¢ moan and ask- ed for her mother. The mother was sent for when the girl gave theiaddress. “Why did you do this? asked one of the nurses gently. “It was not on his account—not on his ac- count—I hope he won't be conceited enough to think that,” the girl moaned. “I won't have to die, will 1? Oh, Pm awful glad! I want to go home.” é Two Unhappy, Wemen. Presently the girl's mother arrived in such a condition of hysteria that fer nalf an hour or so the doctors had another case on their hands. One ofthe drawbacks of hysteria is that its riteengeiece away ee- crets. The hysterical mothi r of the girl who had attempted suidide, and was now glad she hadn't succeeded, gave utterance to some remarks concerning the young fel- low who was at the bottom of the trouble (it appeared to be a peculiarly desperate case of school-girl and school-boy love) that must have made his ears burn, wher- ever he was. The girl and her mother left the hospital together, both weeping vo- ciferously. They had been gone but a short time when a middle-aged, poorly clad white wo- man tottered@ into the hallj Her face was ,&@ horrible jelly, lacerated ag@ torn from chin to forehead, palpal ‘by horny, brutal knuckles. The tmpact savage blows had brought the blood swirling’ in both her eye- balls, and her whole n nce was a caked mass of dark blood. “Again?” inquired one of the young doc- tors, with a little flush of wrath. = “No—no— he did not do it this time, indeed he didn’t,” wailed the woman weak- ly, “I fell downstairs in dark.” “Nonsense!” muttere@ doctor, went to work on the job af patching the poor woman's face up. The le, he quiet- ly expressed to one of the ‘nurses the pro- found approval with which he regarded the He was and Delaware whipping pos¢’# institution for-|’' wife-beaters. “This is.the third time the blackguard has sent that woman here,” he said, “and she always pays his fine, from her earnings at the wad tub.” A cab drove up to the d6or, and two.men, both wearing. diamondgzand both in a con- dition of equal vinous beatitude, rolled in. “Whish of ush fellergh h got a bullet in 's right thigh?” inquired one of them, calm joy irradiating him aii over. “Blamed *f I can remember.” . * It happened to be himself,.as a glance at his right-hand _plood-s trouse! jhowed. He was wo at the the alcoholic ward with a strong man at | not ers Annual ~Vaeation Sale Begins Monday! May was cool and rainy. We’ve got to do two months’ business in June. Going to do it, for we don’t believe that you will pay the other shoe dealers full prices in the face of these terrible reductions. Money is never so easily earned as when saved on Shoes. We have sold Shoes low during previous sales, but never before in our experience have we offered values equal to these: & * FOR WOMEN.|:FOR MEN. | Balance of 4 lines of Wo- | men’s Black and Russet Hand- sewed and Turned Oxfords, different styles. Not a pair ever sold under $2.50 — and some worth considerably more. Choice 3 You men never had such an opportunity to save money on shoes. $2.50 and $3.00 Russet Shoes $4.00 White Canvas Oxfords $4.00 White Canvas Shoes - $4.50 Brown Linen Oxfords $3.39 $4.50 Brown Linen Shoes = - $3.39 $4.50 RussetPatentLeatherShoes$3.39 $3.00 Bicycle Oxfords = = = $2.29 Needless to add that satisfaction is guaran- teed or money returned. You know it, or ought to. ,Come in as early in the morning as possi- ble. Generally crowded afternoons. Children’s Shoes We rarely have much to say about Chil- dren’s Shoes. “We have a big trade on them and can hardly keep the stock complete at all times. Special preparations have been. made and for the first time we are enabled to save you a big slice of the price you are usually charged at other shoe stores: .$1.29 | Gizes 11 to 2) Boys’ Russet Shoes............. $1.49 izes 2% to 5.) Boys’ Black Calf Shoes, heeled, famous “H. S. & H.” make, in all sizes. .Regu- $1 89 a lar $2.50 value. Only...............- “~ | Boys’ atid Youths’ Dark Russet Calf Shoes, famous “S. H. & H.’s” best $3 shoes.. All sizes from 11 to 2, and 2} to 54. = $1.98 $2.98 $2.98 $1.69 We have bunched _ three lots of Women’s $3, $3.50 and $4 Black Hand - sewed and Turned Oxfords, different styles, at the reduced price of. $2.89 The above are but two sample offers of what you ladies may expect. Plenty of other equally as good values in other lines. No mat- ter what quality or style shoe you want, in no case will we charge you as much for it as you will be obliged to pay elsewhere. ‘Jenness” Miller Shoes. We have not reduced the price of the “Jen- i ness Miller” Shoes and Oxfords, because it is not possible. They are a separate and distinct line, made for and controlled by us, and repre- sent the finest materials, and the most perfect fitting and comfortable shoe ever con- structed. The High Shoes are $5 and the Boys’ Russet Shoes. Oxfords, in black and russet, are........ $4 CROCKIER'S $2.29 § 939 Pa. Ave. : | 9 Shoes Shined Free. him remain at started for the though. Jusht finally “consented” to let the hospital. “All ri’, he said, as he cab. “Too bloomin’ bad, beginnin’ t’ have fun.” Would Play the Banjo. The first precinct station patrol wagon brought the next case. It was a d. t. cuse, possessed by a very black and very bad- looking citizen, whose pecullar mania a potu was that the whole universe was one vast banjo made for him to pick—the effect, one of the doctors said, of ‘musical gin,” otherwise “swipes,” a villainous Mquor of Washington’s more evil purlieus. This suf- ferer from alcoholism had been gathered in at the first precinct station as a plain drunk. When he was placed in a cell he was visited by the hallucination that the bars of his cell door were the strings of a banjo, and he picked at them, in the fash- fon of a man thrumming a banjo, as an accompaniment to a weird “voodoo” wail. It was this mournful music that caused the first precinct officers to decide that the banjoist’s was a hospital case. In the hospital reception room he converted his battered ‘hat into @ banjo, and picked at it like a man working for wages, howling Congo melodies the while. All the way upstairs to the alcohol ward he continued to thrum his hat and moan strains like those heard on the banks of the Aruwimi river in equatorial Africa, Somewhat after 10 o'clock, in the middle of a thunder storm, a cafriage drove up, and two flashy-looking chaps, bookmakers cr race track touts by their exteriors, helped a young fellow into the reception reom. The lad’s countenance was an in- dex to his dissipations. He was now limp and _ unconscious. “The matter?” inquired one of the doc- tors, shortly. “He was bound to go to a ‘hop joint’ with us fellows,” said one of the men, “and when he got there he was bound to hit the Pipe up to the limit. He smoked nineteen pills before we knew what he was doing, and he looked so much like a dead man that we thought we would bring him here.” The doctors found that there was nothing the matter with the lad, except that he was’in a bad opium stupor, from which they aroused him after half an hour's work. When he came to he looked a mis- guided boy with a “head,” if ever one did. “You'd better drop those fellows and go home alone,” advised one of the doctors, quietly. - = “Guess I will,” sald the young fellow, Toward Midnight. , A young boy who had attempted to board a grip car while the car was going at full speed was next brought in in the ambu- lance. He had been miraculously saved from being run over, but nevertheless his case was as serious as concussion of the brain could make it. The doctors were side of its head. The mother thought the baby’s yells foredoomed its approachiag dissolution, and had the wagon called. I don’t think she believed me when I told her that no baby that is able to, how] is in the least danger of dying, except from ccngestion of the lungs.” A little after midnight a police patrol wagon brought in a young cologed prisoner who had lost a considerable portion of his left ear and had been otherwise bitten and shced up in an alley fight. His assailant was being hunted for by the police. This patient was worried over his chewed ear, and couldn't keep his hand away from where the missing lobe ougat to have been. But for him all hope was not dead. When the doctors had gotten through with him hs grinned through his bandages. “Wait till yo’ all see th’ othah niggah!”" sald he. —_-—__ CITY PIPING SYSTEMS. Why Comprehensive Plans Should Be Adopted Ea ¥rom the Engineering Record. The initial expense cf a general subway system through the business part of a city seems so great that so far no Amert- can city has attempted any comprehensive system. The general feeling has been that subway systems wouid be built some time, but that there was no hurry about it. Meanwhile the piping under the streets is being constantly increased and residence property is being developed for business purposes needing vault space under the sidewalks, both of which are conditions that will increase the expense of a subway system when eventually constructed. The constant opening of costly pavements for repairs to the piping beneath has now become such a nuisance and expense that it calls for some substantial change in our present methods. As the many details of @ general subway system are too compli- cated for disporal without a very thorough consideration from different points of view the following suggestions are made with a view to drawing out a general discussion by our readers. Let the water, sewer and be laid under the sidewalks, only trunk sewers and supply mains being laid under the street surface as at present. Then as the cil These its and sub- ways si be controlled by the city, and @ sufficient owners * NEGLECTED FATHERS. A Womanly Plea for a Certain : Character. Kate Upson Clark in Leslie’s Weekly. It 1s only within a few years that atten- tion has been called to the fact that the laurels of literature, so to speak, have been awarded almost entirely to the moth- ers of the world. It is a good sign that recently a few feeble notes have arisen here and there in praise of that ignored class, the fathers. Heaven knows that there have been numerous unworthy sires. Undoubtedly more mothers than fathers have proved kind and faithful, but the fact remains that millions of loving, honest fathers have gone down to their graves unsung and almost unnoticed, while the universal paean to the mother has filled the ears of the world. Thus, in one of the largest modern collections of quotations there are thirty-six which glorify mother, while not a single one is dedicated to the father. This oversight has beer. brought to mind by reading a somewhat famous account of a certain mother. No conspicuous mention of a father is made in the book until near, its end. Most readers infer that he dies early in the progcess of the story, but we are reminded of his continued existence ere the last page is reacned. Pity for the supposed struggling widow is then trans- ferred to her worthy husband, who has been sovlong buried out of sight. Through all these years he has been, we are tol a modest, God. ring man, always allud to his wife as “a most uncommon woman,” and evidently desiring no more notice than he_ received. It is far from our design to detract in the least from the fame of the mother. She deserves all tne glory that she has, and more—but are there not honor and praise enough to “go ‘round?” Who can! think of a patient, godly man like the, father above mentioned and not feel a pang of resentment that he gets so little recognition? It was he who kept the pot a-boiling through weary years. le ran up ard down stairs on errands and helped in the hgusework—as leaks out inadvertently in the latter part of the narrative—and received little enough applause for his faithfulness, :‘f we may infer a postulate. He had no thought of posing as a hero, but he ts one, just the same, and a pathetic old figure enough—yet he is only a type of millions of other adoring husbands and. fathers, feeling the sublime superiority of ‘the wife and mother, and williag to work their honest old fingers to thé bone just for the privilege of serving such a seraphio being. old fellows! Minister Rallis Famfly. ‘From the London Spectator. Ralli, the new Greek premier, is said to