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MISSING AFTER ANTIETAN. Ban Franciseo Examiver. ‘They had lived together a long time— for so muny years that the somber shad- ows of 0ld age had bocome familiar and 'm0 longer gave them concern. Without phildren, that pathetic resignation of old foonples to await patiently the day when they would go forth into the unknown, leaving no cared-for face behind, had faken possession of them. Both recog- pized that whatever life had to give had been received. Whenever thev sat to- gether and watched the aeclining sun this fecling of incompleteness--of the loneliness of life—would become unbear- able. It is then, in the quiet of thedying day, that the thought of death and sep- ration is strongest—a thought that meant for them the going of the survivor through the remaining years of life Blone, Sometimes on such oceasions the eyes of the wife would grow dim with tears, and her voice would tremble until the Busband placed his hand on hers and rently prossed it. Once into their house- finld had been born a son. It had been ‘'wears ago, but it is hard for women to Fforget the touch of their only born. ‘When women think of such things men can only sympathize in silence, and the hushand at such times would pet her as he had done years ago, until the mother- Llonging passed away. Even to him, though, it seemed cruel that the child fehould have died almost before it could lisp. Yet they never spoke of it. Their lives hud flowed so long in the same channel that it was not necessary for them to speak to each other much. It ‘was as if they knew and felt each other's I'thoughts and feelings without employ- ng the medium of thought. Besides, John Canfield had never been iven much to words. Even when he ¢ had come as a suitor for her hand when she was.pretty Jennie Mayhew he had b been content to let others do the talking. i He had had very little to say for him- b self in those days, and a man who does i not grow loquacious when first in love B will hardly do it afterwards. Despite this, though, there was something about , him that attracted men and made them . his friends. It was during the closing years of the . war that he first met Jennie. He had drifted into the little farming community i In Tllinois where she lived a man of 30 or more, from his appearance weak and sickly, with all the signs about him of b the soldier who had just been discharged ‘ for that indefinite something that army Burgeons were wont to term ‘‘general debilit, There were so many such | men in those days that even inquisitive i gossip lost interest in them. They were «merely men falling from the ranks to g find in the ways of peace some oppor- ' tunity to return to the old life before they had followed a drum. At first no one had cared to ask Can- i field of his previous life, and after a year ©or two had passed he had become so com- f pletely one of the community thatany & curiosity he might have excited by his arrival had died away. Personally he never seemed to think himself of suffi- ' cient importance to obtrude his in- dividuality on the public. It was under b these conditions that he came as a lover b to Jennic Mayhew a year or more after his arrival. . The courtship was too b pleasant to waste it in thinking of the past. Like all lovers they spent it in picturing out the pleasures of the future. From the first he had never seemed like a stranger, and when he asked her | for her hand she had grown to love and trust him, and never thought of asking him of his past life. He was superior to 5 0st men mentally, and his deportment "g::d bearing donated the ntleman. fter a few years of married life his [l wife's father died, and then her mother, : Jeaving her without kith or kin, save » husband and child. b sickened and died. After that the old scenes grew dis- tasteful, and, selling the farm she had §nherited, hand in hand they had bidden the three graves in the little church- ard goodby and went westward—atoms n that restless stream of humanity that lor three centuries had ever been facing e sunset land across American prairie and mountain. It was not strange that a8 the years went on they grew very ear to each oth Where friends are 'ew home ties are strongest. Brothers may strangle each other in palaces, but, mever in the tents of the Ishmaelite. | Always westward. More than once fhey had decided to make their abiding | place & permanent one, but the old rest- E:sm-xs would come again on the hus- nd and again they would change. It as as if ho were ever looking for some- hing— he knew not what. It was not that thirst for wealth that makes wan- Lflerers of somany men. For money he ed but little, so long as they had” suf- cient to satisfy their moderate wants. #lad it been his desire ha might have Leasily become a wealthy man on more whan one oceasion, It was this spirit of unrest that brought them into the valley of the erde, for they were both too old to care any longer for the excitement of life in community just beginning to be set- led. Still, both seemed to have many ears of life beforo them, until one day ‘anfield was brought home—carried like '8 log—by neighbors who had found him in the road, where his horse had fallen gand thrown him, The grief of the wife . was pitiable, and through the long hours that followed while the surgeon was en- @eavoring to bring consciousness back to the injured man she never left his side. From the scant encouragement of the doctor she felt that the parting she had #o long dreaded was at last at hand, and she was unwilling to lose a second of the fow hours that remained before the end came. It washer terror that he mightdie without one word of recognition, She had almost become reconciled to his death, Af he could only speak again like his old self and hid her goodby. When she Bpoke to the doctor of the possibility of b eonsciousness returning to iy wounded man he answered her by shaking his head doubtfully—it was so doubtful that he did not dare to express it in words. To her it seemed more cruel than death, that after so many years thoy should thus at last part, without a word or sign to each otherof the old love that Jhad been theirs. She had thought when the little arms of her only born clung around her neck, begging to live, that it was terrible to feel the little hands relax, until she knew that it was only a little armful of pale clay she ll:uum»d to her breast, but that was noth- 10 this. ne night, though, when the long hours of darkness had dragged thew- [ melves past midnight into the birth of | snother day of watching and waiting, _pud the light was burning low, intensi- fying thoe shadows of each corner and mVA , she sat by the wounded man's side holding bis hand in hers with plosed eyes that she might not see his wandering, bloodshot eyes gazing va- tly into the darkness, or his free ] mul plucking, plucking at the bed- plothing, longing to close out from her hearing the half-muttered meaningless ords of the sick man's phantasies, she r.ll the hand she held in hers suddenly withdrawn, and opening her eyes like pne starting from sleep to see what had ed it, she felt the blood grow d in her veins. The wounded man raised inbed. A mew color Then the child q had come Into his face, and a new light into his eyes. Iligh above his head waved his right hand as if holding a saber ready to cut down an o) ing foe, while throngh the silence and darkness of the night rang his voice, half shriek and half cry, sounding like the call of an enraged animal, in the single word: “Charge!” As suddenly as the wounded man had raised himself he fell back exhausted. For an instant he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them one could per- sive that consciousness had returned. To the wife her heart seemed to stand still with a new hope at the sightof re- | turning intelligence. After all, he would know her once again, she would hear him call her name, he might live. God in his infinite merey might yet will it so. “Where is the regiment? Did we carry the guns?”’ The newly-felt hope left his wife's breast, and taking the wounded man's hand to quict him she said gently, in a voice trembling with the agony of her disappointment: ; “‘Hueh, my dear, you have been badly hurt.” The wounded man looked up in sur- prise at the term of endearment, but passing it by as if eager to have his question answered, he said: *Yes, I know it. Just as we got among their guns one of their sergeants hit me on the head and that was the last I knew. It was right after the colonel fell, Did we get the guns off? Awakened by the voice of the wounded man the doctor, who had been brought from the little military post in the val- ley, entered the room, and placing his finger on his lips cautioned the wife to be silent, “Yes, you pot away with them all right, but you must be quiet; you are badly wounded.” ““Who else was hit? 1 saw the colonel and Barrett, and Jackson and Rowe,” said the wounded man slowly, as if it re- quired an effort to recall the names, “‘and & lot more fall out of their saddles when they commenced to throw grape in among us. Were they killed?" “Some were and the restare all right,” answered the docter at random, ‘‘but you must be quiet, for we want to have you out pretty soon.” “‘Thank God it is not serious then. Has any one written to my wife and the babies to let them know there is no dan- gor?” ‘‘John, here I am. Don't you Know me?” asked the wife through her tears, as she threw herself at his bedside. The wounded man turned to the doc- tor in surprise and said: My name is not John: I am Harold Wilson, major of the Eighth Pennsylvania cavalry. Where is Surgeon McCoy of our regi- ment, and why am I not in the regiment hospital? Is it because I am a prisoner?” The doctor shook his head and an- swered resolutely: *‘You are not a pris- oner and you must be quiet.” And bend- ing down he took the weeping woman by the arm and led her from the room, leaving the wounded man alone. As they went out into the open air, already freshening with the coming morning, the doctor said gently: “You must compose yourself, Mrs. Canfield. He is still very low, and rest and quiet are all that will save him. This hallucination will pass away if he lives, and 1t will all come out right.” The woman looked at him in silence for a moment. She did not care to speak to him of the great fear that' had taken possession of her, the existence of which she could not bear to admit even to herself. *‘Do you think he will ever know me again, doctor?” she asked. “If he lives I am sure he will, but you must humor him in all his fancies, for it is only by doing so that there is a possi- bility that he may live." “But may I not tell him who I am— that I am his wife, doctor?” And the unhappy woman caught him by the arm and Lmkcd into his face be- seechingly, while her body shook with a grief that she could not control. *Do you think he was ever married before?” “No, no; it's only the fancy of a sick man,” answered the doctor, softly, turn- ing away his eyes to avoid the pleading look inthe woman’s eyes. “But may I not tell’ him who I am?” she asked again with a woman's per- sistence. ‘*No, not now. Should he recover, you may tell him. Should the worst come I will tell you, so that you may try to re- call the memory,” and giving some minor directions he left, promising to return in a few hours. As the doctor left the house where the wounded man lay he rode toward the little collection of well whitewashed barracks that shel- tered the garrison at Fort Verde and to which for more than a year he had given his services. When he reached there r ille had already sounded, and a few officers hurrying here and there told of the commencement of the day's duties. Nodding to such as he met, he rode direct to the building dignified as hav- ing within its walls the officers club rooms, as well as the few military books and pamplets that constituted the “library.” Some of the offic had al- ready dropped in for a few wminutes morning chat, and they asked him how his patient was, asin the small com- munity lians and soldiers alike were s0 constantly thrown together as to be on more than ordinary intimate terms. To the inquiries he answered mechan- ically, as he eagerly scanned one row of books after another, until in a fit ofimpatience he swore roundl at the folly of having a library in which no one could find what he wanted. “Tell us what book it is, doctor, and we will tind it for you,” ventured a lieutenant. “I want the roster of the Pennsyl- vania troops,” replied the doetor, “'Well, if you are going back to study ancient history,” laughed a gray-haired captain, ‘‘there it 1 occasionally look over it myself, for I got my first commis- sion from that state.” Too much moved by the strange occur- rence of the night to notice their bad- inage he returned to the roster of the Eighth regiment of cavalry. Briefly and concisely the battles in which ithad par- ticipated were given at the top of each page, but hardly noticing them his eye sought the list of majors. “Harold Wilson, age 27; mustered in April 20, 1861; mustered out —; missing after An- tietam.” He felt his hands trembling so that he could hardly hold the book and it re- quired an effort for him to scan the list of the names of the officers that followed, recalling as he did so the names the wounded man had mentioned. “1 saw the colonel and Barrett and Jackson and Rowe and & lot more fall out of their saddles when they com- menced to throw grape in among us." Every word that the wounded man had said seomed to ring in his ears until he could almost see, as if in the smoke and flash of battle, the empty saddles from which the grape had swept their riders. “Barrett and Jackson and Rowe.” Yes, they were all there, and after two of the names the brief sentence, ‘'killed at Antietam,” finished the story the wounded man had half told. It was like *Volng into the company of the dead. ‘Yes, he was there,” said the doctor, moved beyond himself. He closed the roster and replaced it on the shelf. As he turned toward the officers he noticed their inquiring looks. “The major of the Eighth Pennsyl- vania uvd? has come back from swmoug' the dead,” he said simply and JHE ( passed from the room. He hardly know which to pity the more—the man who had come back from the dead aftor more than a quarter of acentury to die, or the woman who believed herself h wife. When he returned to the wound- ed man's bedside the woman was sittin, near holding the sleeping man's hand. When she saw the doctor she arose and came toward him, and as she did so he noticed her eyes were heavy and swollen with weeping. “1 know all. T believe all. He is dead to me, but we must bring back to him the others,” she could not steel her- self to name the others as wife and chil- dren. The doctor regarded her in amaze- ment. “Has he been conscious again?’ heo asked. “‘Only as when you left him, but my heart tells me that what he has said is 80, and we must find them,” she replied. The doctor bowed his head. He felt that it would be a sacrilege to have spoken. He looked at the wounded man. At a glance hesaw that in a short time all would be over—perhaps a day, perhaps two. The returning conscious- ness was only the flicker 'of the embers before the ashes entirely covered them. The woman had returned to the bedside, and taking the man'shand between hers resumed her watch, “I will see if we can find them,” the doctor said, and bowing he left the two alone and galloped toward the fort. At interevals the wounded man awoke from the half-conscious, half-deliriouns stupor that seemed to hold him. At such times he would ask eagerly for news of the battle, of the regiment, of comrades, but most of wife nnfi children and home, and fretted because the women who sat by his bedside could tell him nothing. 'In vain she tried to soothe him into quietness. Several times he asked if any letters had been received from his home. He spoke of it so much, of a wife, a younger Harold and a baby Charlie, that an agony of jealousy seemed to be consuming her. She would have given her life to have called him back to her- self, but it was as if they had never met. He seemed to think that it was but yes- terday that he had been struck down in battle, and was surprised at his weak- ness, He was no longer the man of three score, but the major of 27. Once he asked for a mirror, that he might see how the wound had changed him,but she temporized with him until he again passed off into one of the dozing spells that were becoming so frequent. Then she arose and took the mirror from the room and placed it where he could not see it. She would not have him see the gray locks that had taken the place of those that were so black when she had first kissed and petted them. Butthe years that he had passed through in oblivion told against him. Strength refused to return to the shattered frame. A child might have seen that death was close. In his half-conscious moments the old life before she had met him was ever present. Once she heard him implore: ‘‘Remember, remember. Do not forget me, even though I die,” and she won- dered if thisother wife still remembered thé dying man, as she remembered him the bright morning of long ago when, amid the blossoming of peach trees, they had been made man and wife. The day wore wearily away, afternoon the doctor returned. On en- tering he merely said: “I have tele- graphed them. found out the address of the colonel of the regiment from one of our captains who served in the Penn- sylvania troops. We should hear from them tonight.” The woman bowed her head in resig- nation. Even if he were lost to her, and might live, she was content. As she sat watching the doctor, trying to read some encouragement in his eyes, he finished his examination of the patient, and gravely indicating that she should follow him led the way from the room. ‘‘He is beyond waiting for them,” he said gently, when they had gone beyond hearing. “He is fast sinking and unless a change takes place cannot live long. You might try to recall him. It can do no harm and may do good.” The woman received the words in si- lence, and leaving him passed into an- other room, where she took from a trunk from amid a few baby clothes, faded and worn, her wedding dress. Through the years that had passed since she stood in it a bride she had retained it as something too sacred to be lightly worn. She had never thought to wear it until it should be placed around her for her burial gown. With trembling fingers and tears that almost blinded her she unwrapped the treasured garment and dressed herself in it, and then she arranged her hair as she had ar- ranged it on her wedding morning long ago. Surely, she thought, it would re- call the old days, but as she looked into the mirror she trembled with a hideous fear that it was useless. The gray hair, the sunken cheeks, the eyes pathetic with a life of sorrow, were not the features of the face of the bride he had been so proud of. She could restrain her tears at the fear of failure, and kneeling down beside the open trunk she prayed fervently that only for an in- stant might he know, that he might speak but one word, or even press her hand in recognition, or that her life might be ended with his: and then, from among the baby dresses she took an old and faded photograph of the dead child who had once called her mother, Surely, if all else failed, he would know that and recognize her by 1t. She put it into her breast, and, composing herself with a mighty effort, she went into his room, trying to recall the smile he had once loved s0o well. As she en- tered he looked up and asked eagerly, yet faintly, if any letters had been re- ceived from home for him. As she told him none had arrvived, she tried to en- courage him by attributing it to the irregularities of the mail. The visible manner in which her reply had disap- pointed him affected her so that she le‘t that she could not proceed further, but at length nerving herself, she placed the daguerreotype in his hands, saying: “I can feel how disappointed you are, for I had a child of my own., This is his picture.” As he took it from her trembling hand she could hardly overcome the impulse to throw herself on his breast and call to hir to remember her. The thought, though, that he could not entirely for- fist the child gave a new strength to er, He looked at the picture a moment carelessly. “It does not look like you,” he said, closing his eyes wearily, as if desirous to be alone with his disappointment, The wife took the photograph and glwed it mechanically in her breast. she felt no longer either grief or pain. It was as if the failure bad chilled her into wsensibility. She could not cry or pray. They tried to lead her away, but she refused to go, and they let her alone. She took no longer note of time, but sat with her eyes watching the face of the dying man. It was only when, in the dark of evening, the doctor threw the sheet up to cover and hide the pale, set face of the dead man that she seemed to realize that all was over. Thai evening, after the doctor had re- turned to the post, and while he was explaining to a group of curious officers in the club how & men might lose his identity for years by an injury to the brain, and then recover it ?dn through the removal of the effects of such injury, In the [ MAY 25, 1893-TWEILVE PAGES. A mossonger placed in hands « tole- gram. He opened it and rend: “Wilson's widow remarried aftor An- tietam. Has other children. All pros- perous.” “By G-d, they got it all in ten words,” he said bitterly, as ho tore it up and let the pieces fluttor from his hand — BOOKS AND PERIODICALS, “Current Topics” for May is scarcely in the forefront in its treattiont of vital topics, such as “The Refracturé’of Social Ideas and “The Assault on Thnft,” contained in this number. The latter particulariy is weak in its conception of the popvlar mind. which is not hostile to honest thrift, but is rather combatting conditions milita- ting strongly against the possibility of thrift among the masses as a class. Articles where force is borrowed from misconstruction can do no good, and are to be regrotted as promoting irritation, more so even than if di- rectly agitating violence, for while not light- ing the fuse, they lay the powder in the hu- man heart. Chicago. “Bearings" of last week is not only a great news organ of the world's cycling, but it is full of interesting jots detailing episodes in- cidental to detours in out-of-the-way and oda corners of the globe, all told v a charm« ing way, makine it an education as well as a pleasure to read. Chicago. The Clothier and Furnisher for May chronicles the progress of dress, whether cloaks for ladies or suits for men and boys. 1t follows up the leading men in this industry and tells what they are doing in our princi- pal cities, New York. Among the interesting features in the con- tents of the National Journalist for May 1s the publication of a facsimilie of the Upper Canada Gazette or American Oracle, of Thursday, April 18, 1793, containing a proc- lamation by John Graves Simcoe, lieutenant g’:vemor. and a copy of the king's speech to th houses of Parliament, delivered De- cember 13, 1792, Chicago. 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The first paper is entitled ‘“The Rock of Gibraltar.” and is profusely illustrated. The same number of the Weekly contains, among other notable features, an article entitlod *‘Characteristic Sketches of the German Army,” written by an American officer and illustrated by Rem- ington; “Across the Divide,” an article on the Nicaragua canal by (W. 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Houghton, Miflin & Co., Boston. “The Momoirs and Travels of Mauri Augustus, Count de Benyowsky in Sibej Kamchatka, Japan, the Liukiw Islands and Formosa,” from the transiation of his origi- nal manuscript (1741-1771), by William Nicholson, F. R. S., 1790, edited by Captain Pasfield Oliver, forms a rather cumbrous volume written in form of a diary and rather tedious in the main owing to a mechanical style in which the record is written, relating a mass of irrelevant detail without light or shade—without any proportion or arrange- ment. A story or narrative, like a picture, should be cast with a view to perspective and not be a flat assembly of words. To those directly interested in ascertaini cer- tain facts relating to these countries direct from first parties the book will have value, but for reading one is apt to be disappointed in it. 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Under the title *The Alpha of Money,"” a reply to Mr. Carnegie's “A, B C of Money," Mr. George Reed presents a new theory, namely, that of coini g silver freely, notin dollars, but on 2a entirely independent basis, based on weight but named independ- ently s0as to be n distinet standard by it- self, just as gold now is. ‘How it could re- tain the rlnco as a distinct standard is, how- ever, rather difficult to cwnprehend, as per- sons sell] would have to fix 4 price in dol- lars, and also in the silver coin and thus a relationship of the two would be forced by experience, and naturally the silver would fluctuate to the gold even as now and leave only anominal distinctness, Goorge Reed, Caldwell, Idaho. ‘‘Am erican Marine,"by William W. Bates, is the first work to furnish an elaborate and rmlhud treatment of the shipping question n history acd politics. 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In‘the table of contents fiction holds an important place. Here are more than a score of stories by Mark Twain, Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Brander Matthews, Thomas Nelson Page, Edward I'Ifuh'swn. Octave Thanet, Harry Stillwell Edwards, Hezekiah Butterworth, F. Hopkinson Smith, Grace King (who contributes a group of “Balcony Stories”), and other well known writers. Among the serial stories are Mrs. Burton Harrison's “Sweet Bells Out of Tune.” with illustrations by Charles Dana Gibson: ‘‘Benefits Forgot,"” by Wolcott Balestier,and “The Cosmopolis City Club® (com- plete), by Dr. Washington Gladden. Biographical papers are numerous and ex- ceedingly interesting. Tennyson and his early critic, “Christopher North:" Brown- ing, Whittier, George William Curtis, Franz Liszt, Massenet, Saint-Saens, Jean Francois Millet and others are th bject of these papers, the interest of which is enchanced by the portraits which accompany them. In the series on “Notable Women' are portraits and biographies of Jenny Lind, Margaret Fuiler and Dorothea Dix. The famous Ttalian tragedian Salvini, contriputes some interesting “Leaves" from his autobi- ography, and in_*Letters of Two Brothers" are given the most interesting portions of the correspoudence between General Sherman and his brother, Senator Sherman,extending over the period of the war. Besides these a host of entertaining articles and beau- tiful poems appear in addition to the usual departments. Clovh, $3.00. The Century Co., New York. Hilary A. Herbert edits a volume called, “Why the Solid South?"" which is dedicated 0 the business men of the north and written by fourteen prominent politicians in as many chapters with the first and last on “Reconstruction in Alabama and Lousiana,” by the editor. The contributors or joint authors are all United States senators or members of congress and write of recon- struction in the state they represent. This makes the volume one of unusual value, as each one writes of what he knows best, and is responsible for all statements. The book is very moderate in all things, and 18 prob ably the most complete history of recon- struction that has ever u{ppeare‘L Among the authors appear the familiar names of Vest from Missouri, Fishback of Arkansas, Stewart of Texas and Vance of North Caro- lina. R. L. Woodward & Co., Baltimore. The boys, small and otherwise, will bo glad to know that Horatio Alger, jr., has published a new book entitled, *‘Facing the ‘World," written as all of his books are, es- pecially for boys. The hero of this story by being always polite and always on the look- out for numberone, gets ahead of his miserly old guardian in great shape and does not lack friends or opportunities of making his way in the world when thrown on his own resources. Porter & Coates, Philadel- phia. . ; Charles Wagner issues a littie book with a paper cover without a word or line to indi- cate what is inside the volume. On exam- ination it is found to be a series of lectures to yog people and is called, *Youth.” The author in fine language, translated by Ernest Redwood. tries to courage all young people to do and be the best that they possibly cau and teaches that by constant effort the standard of right will be raised so high that while the improve- ment will be unconscious it will neverthe- less be very certain. The book is very prac- tical, and not too good for every day use. Dodd, Mead & Co., New York. J. M. Barrie has written another of his delightful books on the order of ‘*Auld Licht Idylls” which ne calls “An Auld Licht Manse.” The book is full of quiet humor, athos and human nature, as are all of Mr, [ b reading for a summer day will be found in one while. The k is nicely bound in dark blue cloth and interesting sketcli of the author by Elliott Henderson, which will add to its value as sketches of Mr. Barrie are not over numerous. John Knox company, Ann street, New York. That 18 quite a unique little drama in six acts by Henry Peterson, entitied “Colum- bus,’” and presents the Indian question in very good shape. The play has one or two very strong situations from a dramatic standpoint. Walter Peterson, Cincinnati. One of the latest issues of the “‘Unknown Library" is “The Palimpsest,” by Gilbert Augustin Thierry; the story is original in plot aud will be found of interest as a pas- time. Cassell Publishing company, Fourth avenue, New York. Among the books which delight the reader of orthodoxy will be found not least “Pri- mary Convictions™ by William Alexander, D. D., lord bishop of Derry and Raphoe, as the book is full of beautiful thoughts couched in language begetting the greatness of the themes discussed. The volume isa large one of nearly 400 pages and is substantially bound and well printed. A portion of the sermons of which the book is composed were delivered before the faculties and students of Columbia college in New York City, tothe ofticers of which institution it is dedicated. Harper & Brothers, New York City, Benjamin R. Tucker claims he 15 too busy to write a book, s0o he has overcome tho dilemma by publishing “Instead of a Book," being over 500 pages of extracts from the itings of this well known editor and pub- he terms “A Fragmentary position of Philosophical Amnarchism.” The book is bound in paper. and its price is 50 cents. Benjamin R. Tucker, New York Ci apoleon,” a poetical drama by I i Shefiield Clement, is of more than ord 'y merit as a literary production, and as such will be read with pleasure. Though its structure would scarcely debar it from tho stage, it lacks in dramatic force, its char- acters speaking rather to an abstract audi- ence than to each other. [t abounds, how- ever, in fine poetry and affords a beauatiful version of this modern hero, the incidents of whose life formed one of the most intense and touching dramas in modern history, The volume is much enhanced in value by a liberal nugply of illustrations, taken mainly from celebrated paintings. Kunight, Leonard & Co., Chicago. A Drama—nevertheless the quality of its poetry is of high order and affords a beauti- ful version of the career of this giaut of his age, whose stature has too often been meas- ured under false lights and by false stand- ards. The volume is enhanced in value by illustrations taken from celebrated historic paintings. Kuight, Leonard & (o, Chicago. In a very quaint manner, under cover of a very queer and glib lingo, “The Confessions of a Conviet” gives us glimpses of life in the interior of a New York prison and with a re- markable insight the writer throws the search-light of psychologic analysis uj the interior of the mind of the genus convict. Incidents occurring under the shadow of the massive walls are unfolded with marveleus precision, and the secret history of the es- capades leading to final incarceration are confided to the reader in a terse, off-hand, matter-of-fact way, yet full of tender pathos and sympathy for these beings who repre- sent a social strata complete within 1iself, embodying all the elements of right and wrong and a seuse of honor fitted to the measure of their minds—a low-roofed s truc- ture out & dlstinet temple fn feeolf. A con. viet, “10750, " tolla the story, but the editing is done by Julian Hawthorne, and so <1075 may well be taken for an abstraction of con victs in ganeral dressed in a marked speech vory forcible and expressive even if it be the soul of slang. It is amply illustrated by viows taken from real life. Rufus & Hart- rauft, Philadelphia. - SOCIAL CONDITIONS REVERSED Story of Mow Slaves Were Stolen Tofore the Revolution. “‘Yes, sir The person uttering the above com- mand was P. Tolemy, a handsome young man of dark complexion and of decidedly aristocratic appearance, who has ai- tracted some attention during the last week by the splendorof the rig he drives around the blue blood guarter, says the Houston (Tex.) Post. The liveried lackey, who had sprung from behind to attend his master, and who had meekly done his bidding, was Heury Wilton. This is the first visit of each to Rhode Island, but their great-grandfathers lived there more than a century ago, and then Wilton was the name of the mastor and Tolemy that of the servant. The reversal of their respective social conditions reads like a romance. Anthony Wilton lived in Rhode Island before the revolution. He was of good descent, but did not suceeed in life until he took to dealing in rum and slaves—a business which laid the foundation for the colossal fortunes possessed by many Rhode Islanders today. Wilton waxed wealthy and made a passage to the slave'coast at one time, when a raid was made on a negro village near where Cape Coast Castle is today, and seventy-five men, women and youths were shipped aboard Wilton's slaver. Among the poor wretches stolen from their home to be sold into slavery was the great-grandfather of P. Tolemy, the aristocratic young man of this state, This man was such a fine specimen that Mr. Wilton decided to domesti- ;‘a!i«wl him and keep him in hisown house- hold. All the cargo was disposed of and the slave ship returned to Providence with its owner, who on its arrival went to church to give thanks to God for his safe voyage and the success at ending it. He had been clected anelder during his absence, Tho stalwart slave was named Ptolemy and he was taught how to wait on his owner at table, black his boots and do house chores. The old elder promised Ptolemy that some day he would let him go back to his native land. In the next generation a son of Ptolemy married an octoroon and in the next generation a son of that son mar- ried a white woman, whose son is the present P, Tolemy, esq., of Brant, Can. This young man inherited a big fortune, and, being to all outward ap- pearance a white man, although he boasts of his African lineage, he hashad an easy and luxurious life. Some time ago he met Harry Wilton and learning that he was the great- grandchild of the Wilton who owned his great-grandfather. Ptolemy, he was glad to hire Wilton. Wilton was poor, the old elder’s wealth having disappeared long before his generation, and he was not too proud to hold the horse and touch his hat to a descendant of his ancestor's slave, so long as P. Tolemy paid good wages. Tolemy wanted to buy the old Wilton homeste ad and have Wilton there as a servant in the halls of his ancestors, ————— BIG COAL BILLS. The Ocean Fiyers Burn About Two Thou- sand Tons Lvery Trip. A paragraph has been going the rounds of our exchanges to the effect that an ‘‘ocean racer” burns about $13,- 000 worth of coal every trip. Very little calculation will show how extravagant this statement is, says the Marine Jour- nal. The American liner New York consumes about 328 tons per day, the White Star liner Teutonic about 316 tons, and the Cunarder Etruria 330 tons per day at full speed. It has been stated that the Etruria at a speed of 18 knots burns only 275 tons per day. This consumption would send the greyhound across with a total use of about 2,000 tons in round figures. The {;rice of coal in New York is considera- ly less than $4 per ton, and in Liver- pool it is cheaper than here, but even at outside figures the cost of fuel per trip, it will be seen, does not ceed 88,000, and we would not be surprised to find the actual average price paid to be less than $6,000. The fuel bills of such course far in excess of those of the average ocean steamer. Triple-expan- sion engines and improved machinery of the present day have made it pos: ib conomize coal that the consumpt per indicated horse power per hour has been reduced in ratio to much less than two pounds, as against nine pounds in 1836 and five and one-half pounds in 1840, The Teutonic’s average is quoted at 1.6 pounds per hour. The majority of ocean steamers of ordinary size traveling at an easy gait ~ think a ton of ¢coal per hour is quite extrava- gant enough for their propulsion. Our big new war ship lowa will have a bun- ker capactty for only 22,000 tons of coal to speed her at sixteen knots, the In- diana's bunker capacity will be 1,888 tons, the 3,000-ton cruiser (incinnati's bunker capacity will be only 536 tons, and the crack Japanese ship Yoshino, with a speed of twenty-three knots, has bunkers to hold only 1,000 tons, 1t is doubtful if the bunkers of any steamer afloat would hold $13,000 worth of coal if bought in New York. ships are of e A New Sword Belt, Jacob Reed’s Sons of Philadelphia have sent to the chief of ordnaunce a sample front sling of sword belt, with an adjust- able hook forsword, which can be placed at any distance from the waist belt line, as may be required for either the blouse alone, or for the blouse and overcoat. 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