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"FAINT HEART NE'ER WON FAIRLADY."
steepest hill in the neighborhood, on his newtricycle, he was pondering the old questionin hi- mind. Could he take tbe fatal plungeor was, it too costly.
A trim, graceful figure on the road beforehim, as at last he gained the summit, droveall else to the four winds; and in an instanthe had overtaken the object of his agitations,and sprung to the ground beside her.
•-.Mr. Allerdyce?" she said, turning withher own bright look to shake hands; "how-like a ghost you stole upon me! Oh, I see,it was on a tricycle, and what a beauty! Dolet me look at it." And Richard, nothingloath, began to display his new toy—a per-fect thing in build and finish—the Aller-dyces" possessions always were the most per-fect of their kind.
MEN'S WOMEN INFICTION.
An lnterestlny Question Discussedthe, Sorosis Club.
Correspondence -<. Y. World."A hat of last year's fashion !""But her eyes ivere lifie gray stars.""And her maimer dreadfully quick and
decided.""Bright and sparkling, Ishould call it.""My dear Richard, you are really absurd.
Tie- girl is a hospital nurse, and what womanwith any refinement or delicacay would takenp such a profession as thatl It shows shecan't be nice."
"Ladles do such things nowadays" —lessdefiantly.
"Now you know you're only saying so be-causi Bhe's pretty. Of course ladies do queerthings nowadays, but that doesn't excuse an
unwomanly feeling. Besides, she's only a
solicitor's daughter. IBhant ask mamma tocall."
He began to explain it to her, forgettingall about the chemist uncle, but she inter-rupted him
"Y-s, I know all about them, thanks. Isee, it is a regular bit of perfection. Ishould so like to try it; may I?"
Once more Richard was dumb with sur-prise. Alady on a tricycle was as yet an un-heard of tiling in ru-tie Ciieilowdean, and itseemed an outragioua idea to him.
"Ireally don't think you could," he fal-tered. "My sisters never have done such athin.-."
"Your sisters? Oh, perhaps not," with alittle smile at the idea. "But I am quiteused to tricycles. I ride one whenever Iean get a chance."
"But don't, you think common civility—"
"No, 1 don't. She's only staying at therectory, and we're not breed to call on
everyone's friends. Besides, Capt. Ilard-wicke Is expected home, and it would makeit awkward. What would one of Lord Bel-mont's people say if we asked them to meet
like Miss Travers!""All the - pretty and lady-
inyone I ever met in these parts."'•Very likely, but she's not iu our set.
Now, Richard, if you say any more Ishallbegin to think you are falling in love withber, if the idea is not too absurd.
Bul Richard had closed the drawing-roomdoor upon his Bix Bisters' languid voices, and
was half-way across the wide lawn with its
brilliant parterres of .summer flowers. PoorRichard Allerdyce! only son of the richest
banker in ChcUowdean, people of good fam-
ily, but with just that uncertainty of Bocialposition which made them afraid of overstep-
tny boundaries,rather gratified at beingon intimate terms with Lord Belmont and
the Hardwickes, he was of divided mind thissummer afternoon. He had been greatlytaken oy that sweet, face and slight figure inthe rectory pew last Sunday; was sensible ofa thrill of more than civil interest when hemet their owner walking home with the goodold rector alter services, and was introducedto •• Mi-s Travers.-' while the eyes ' like graystars" were suddenly raised to his; and hehad ever since, spent a larger portion of thetime than was strictly needful in walkingpas! the rectory's rose-covered garden gateBut, on the otiier side, his sisters' words hadcertainly struck home.
Further blow for Richard; but there wasno knowing how to refuse her, and be stoodaside. She took her place like one who wasthoroughly used to tricycles, and he couldnot but admit she adorned her position.
"What a delicious hill to run down!" shesaid, with a happy little laugh, as she placedher dainty feel on the treadles. "I reallymust try it."
"Pray.pray don'tattempt it!"was Richard'shorrifiedremonstrance, for the hill stretcheddown even more abruptly than on the sidehe had ascended, and near the bottom therewas a sudden sharp turn, with the railwayline running just below—the nastiest bit ofroad for miles an.nnd. Perhaps even AgathaTravers would have hesitated to hazard itbad it not been for the consternation inRichard's I
".Mr. Allerdyce, you are faint-hearted,"she Baid gayly, as she started on her down-ward course- a little more rapidly than shehad at first intended, but Richard's new tri-cycle ran smoothly. His heart was in hismouth, as the countrv folk say, as she beganto glide rapidly off. She turned her head,and Hashed back a merry defiance. "Myuncle, the chemist at Rochester,used to say"—Then the wlcked^sparkle faded suddenly,and she culled quick and clear: "Can't youstop me, pleasel The brake is stiff; I can'tmake it work; it's running away."
Poor Richard of the faint heart! It seemedto die within him. The next second hedarted forward, but It was just one secondtoo late. The check she had been able to put"On the heavy machine with the treadles ceas-ed to keep it back, and faster and faster ittore down the perilous road.
In all bis life to come Richard will neverknow any minute so long as that next, whilethe straight, slight figure flying throughspace seemed to swim before his eyes, audhis knees knocked together as he stood.
Brought up, as all the Allerdyces were, likehot house plaats, sheltered from every breathol frosty air, it was not strange that Richardat 25, though a big, burly enough youngEnglishman to look at, was but little ofa manin mind or heart. Knowledge Of the worldhad been carefully kept from him, as fromhis sisters, lest they should learn evil; buttheir very ignorance had cost them the lossofpower to choose between evil and good,
und had given them weak prejudies and con-ceited opinion at!veness, instead of a mind todiscern and prefer the right.
Richard's handsome face was overcast ashe swung out of the lodge gates and downthe road. Miss Travers a hospital nurse!certainly itwas a shock. Not only did itseem to him unwomanly for a woman towork at all, but infinitely more so to domenial work. And then the awful thoughtof what his mother,and sisters would say.wen they asked to receive a hospital nurseas his future wife! For it had gone us far asthat in Richard's susceptible mind, even inthese three short days. All at once histhoughts broke off, as Miss Travers herself,swi et and bright as ever, in her black dress,came out from the rectory gate, the greatrectory mastiff pacing behind her.
Now, Richard's own collie was at bis mas-ter's heels, and there was a border feud oflong standing between these twofaithful fol-lowers. There was one angry growl, a heavyrush, a thud, and then a brown body aud ablack rolled together in the dust in a mannersuggestive of a doe's funeral on one side orthe other. Richard, who was actually stag-gered by the suddenness of it all. could notfor a moment regain his senses; and whenhe did, it was to find Miss Travers, bothwhite hands locked in the hair of Rollo's
v neck, pulling him from his foe withall her strength, and calling to "Mr. Aller-dyce" lo Lake hold of bis dog aud pull himoff."
On, ou—faster, taster! She managedsomehow to cling to the Bteering handle andkeep the machine iu the middle of the road,but the mad pace grew more desperate. Shecould never turn that fatal corner hy therailway embankment; over it she must go.And it was just then that Richard and sheboth together saw tbe puff of snow-whitesmoke from the hillside, that told them theevening express was out of the tunnel, andthundering down that very bit of line.
Itall Hashed over Agatha in one rush;would the fallkill her, or would it be thetrain? Itmust be one or the other; tha nextsecond or two would settle that; and a swiltprayer was on her lips, but what she neverquite knew, for even as she breathed it some-one or something in brown tweed knicker-bockers burled itself over the roadside stilebefore ber, a stout stick darted into the fly-inir wheel, and with one quick swerve "thetricycle crashed into the ditch, and lay there,a confused mass of spinning spokes andmutilated tires, while Agatha Hew out fromits midst like a ball, and alighted on a grassybank a yard or two away; and the expressrushed past with a wild yell on the line justbelow, and vanished round a sharp curvethat matched the road above it.
Then, and then alone, did Richard's legsregain their power of locomotion, and he setoffas fast as they could carry him to wherethe little black li_;urc lay. Somehow it tooklonger torun down that hill than the last de-scent would have led one to think, for whenRichard, panting aud breathless, reached thescene of the accident, the little black figure,very much out of its usual trim neatness,was seated on the grassy tangle that broke herfall, busily binding up with her own smallhandkerchief a deep gash in the hand ofthekniekerbockered person who knelt at herside, lt was a very pale face tbat looked upat Richard's, with the sort of awe that anyhuman creature must wear who has jus'tbeen face to face with death, bnt her great-ray eyes had a wonderful shining light inthem.
"The poor tricycle!" she said. "lam sosorry. Is it very badly hurt!" And, in thefervor ofbis relief and gladuess Richard couldfind words for nothing but:
"Bother the tricycle!"He was ready enough to say something,
however, presently, when he found himselfobliged to stop and see its remains decently-cared for, while Capt. Hardwicke took chargeof Miss Travers' return to the rectory. Shesaid she was none the worse for her fall, butperhaps she was a little shaken; but Capt.Ilardwicke kindly offered ber bis arm, andshe took it. Richard hurried after them be-fore long, bis whole heart aglow. That awfulminute this afternoon bad taught him thatlife without Agatha Travers would seem apoor and worthless thing, were she a factorygirl. He hurried after them, therefore, andcame in sight of the rectory gate as twohands, one very neatly bandaged, unclaspedover it and a small dark bead raised itselfswiftly from a brown tweed shoulder, whereit seemed to bave been resting.
"Good gracious," was all Richard couldutter, as Agatha vanished, and Capt. Hard-wicke, looking odiously radiant, saunteredtoward him.
She was belnc: whirled round in the cloudof dust by the frantic waltzers before Richardcould quite settle where to "take hold," butthat task was performed for him by a gentle-man in twee.I knickerbockers, who startedout of the "White Hart," a few rods away,anil ran to the rescue. Between Miss Traversand himself tbe combatants wen; separated,each carrying away a few fragments of theother's person; and Miss Travers, flushed,panting, covered with dust, but looking love-lier than EUchardbad ever seen woman lookbefore. Bank back against the rectory wallami tried to laugh. The stranger lifted hisbat, looking straight at her with a pair ofpiercing brown eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss Travers!" he said, inrather an off-hand manner, "but that wasabout as rash a thing as anyone could possi-bly do. The dogs might both bave turnedon you aud bitten you badly."
"Thank you. Captain Hardwicke, I hadnot the least fear," was her only response,given with a little haughtiness; aud the gen-tleman, with a nod to Richard, turned "andstrode away as rapidly as he bad come.
".Miss Travers! are you hurt?" Richardwas able to articulate at last." You nevershould bave done a thing like that. Hard-wicke was riirht; it was awfully rash! By theway. you know Ilardwicke?"
"No, I'm not hurt a bit." The-wonderfulgray eyes were dancing with fun now."Don't scold me, please. I know it was aBilly thine- to do, but Idid'nt stop to think.Pray don't look so horrified!"
"But ifyou bad been bitten?""Well, t wasn't." And her face dimpled
with a friendly smile at his shocked lo#k."But you know Ilardwicke:"' he persisted,
unable to get over bis surprise in that quar-ter.
"Oyes." Her face grew cold instantly."Capt. Ilardwicke was in hospital with anaccident some months ago—my hospital. Ibad charge of bim there, that's all." AndBhe pulled a rose so sharply from tbe hedgethat it fell topieces in her hands.
"Look there!" she laughed, showering thepetals on the ground before ber; "Ictuscover over the battle-field with flowers," and»hc laughed again.
"Ah, Allerdyce, old fellow, caught us,bave you? Then I may as well tell you allmy tremendous good luck at once, and takeyour congratulations. Perhaps you'veheard bow Miss Travers' nursing saved mylife last year, and when, of course, I fell inlove with her, as who wouldn't? She wouldhave it it was only gratitude, and refusedto let me make what she called a mesalliance,just because there's that brute of a titlecoming to me some day. I told her Ithought all tbat rubbish was obsolete, andoffered to drop the title altogether if sheliked; but nothing would do. andwc parted rather out of temper. I beard shewas down here, and ran down to see myuncle, hoping be would talk her over, but Ibegan to think itwas no use. And, do youknow, Iwas frantically jealous of you, oldfellow! I saw she liked you, and I almostbelieve you could have cut me out early inthe day, ifyou'd had the pluck to try, shewas so set against me. But to-day has madeitall right, and she thinks I've saved her lifethis time, so we're quits. Well, old man,am I not tbe luckiest man alive?"
Richard went home more thoughtful thanever. Surely this woman was a novel thingin his experience of meu and manners. Sheacted with the skill and daring of a man;and yet he would rather notthink what bis sisters' faces would be likehad they but seen it. Was itactually lady-like 1 or should she not ratherhave lied from tbe scene of conflict, or evenhave screamed aud fainted! To be sure, shehad looked as beautiful as au evengingAmazon; but was it quite correct conductfor a girl? And Capt. Hardwicke's manner,so abrupt and dictatorial; he seemed toshow her tbe difference in social positionbetween a nobleman's nephew r and a hos-pital nurse. It must have been an awkwardmeeting, as his sisters had said. And thena cold shiver came over him, as he thoughtof Miss Travers introduced as Mrs. RichardAllerdyce at Belmont castle, arid Capt.Hardwicke's stony stare of surprise. Andyet—and yet—she was so beautiful.
Nearly three weeks since tbe dog episodecand Richard's courage still wavered in thebalance. He had grown to know MissTravers well in those three weeks, and toknow her well was but to love ber better.There never was a woman so sweet,so clever,so sympathetic so beautiful—be was certain oftha;—no woman he inure ardently longed tohaxe for bis own: and yet—and yet! Thatterrible strength of charaeter,that profession,that lack of pedigree !• Only last night, inthe moonlit rectory garden, he had almostflung all prudence tothe winds, she hadbeen so dangerously, fatally sweet (she wasalways especially kind to him), but he reeledback from the gulf just in time when shementioned casually, without a change ofvoiceor countenance, that she had an uncle whowas a chemist in Rochester. "Achemist!Shades of my ancestors, protect me!"Richard recoiled again as be thought of it,and fancied Hardwicke's look if he couldhave heard ber. For Capt. Ilardwicke wasstill at the "White Hart," and perhaps bispresence, ami the atmosphere of exaltedsociety about him, bad been one ofRichard'srestraining though unconscious influences.Kow, as be slowly worked his way up the
"But—but—" stammered the wretchedRichard, "surely her family!"
"She's an orphan. Oh, Isee what youmean; she told me she bad been shockingyou with an uncle who's a chemist, or abutcher, or goodness knows what. Bab! Ishould think the mere fact of being a hos-pital nurse was a patent of nobility to anywoman. But if my little girl were a beggar-maiden she would stiU be a real princess.God bless her!"
And Richard's groan may have been anassent.— CassclVs Family Magazine.
Miss Rosebud and Her Friend Talk Rooks.Merchant Traveler.
Two young ladies of literary tastes, inI!lifton, were discussing their reading, whenme ofthem remarked:"I have been engaged with a delightful
Kovk for a week past.""Indeed, what is it?""Anthony Trollope's autobiography.""Wbo is the author?""Really, I don't know. I have looked
over the^ title page and through the preface,but Ican't find any reference to the authorat all. Whoever it is, is a charming writerand seems to have known the novelist veryintimately."
"I'll get it and read it, but it is too pro-voking, isu't it, tbat so many delightful au-thors oflate are writing anonymously 2"
A Lady whose name is familiar in the liter-ature of this country remarked that whenshe looked into fiction fora woman she couldhold out her hand to and take to her heart,one wbo could appreciate and understand,she turned always to a novel written by awoman. Men did not fairly represent wom-en in fuaiioxi. She had looked over her book
shelve^fcShe had gone back to the br-_-in-ning. Vakc Richardson's "Pamela; br Vir-tue Rewarded." It was a novel that an em-inent clergyman had commended for thereading of the female sex from his pulpit,a brute in manners and morals, a rake, hadpersecuted the fair and virtuous Pamelafairly out of life with his attentions. He wasa villain, who tried every art in his power tolead her astray. When he found he couldnot do that the brute made up his mind tosacrifice himself and marry her. He offeredhimself to ber. Any delicatjftninded wom-an of spirit and culture would have spurned
bim with horror, but tin* virtuous Pamelakissed the brute's hand gratefully and hopedshe would be able to "polish ber mind" tillshe would be equal to and worthy of him.What a heroine that was!
In the older novels and some modern onesthe Englishman who writes fiction seems to
believe that none of the female sex areequal to taking care of their own virtue. AFrenchman has the same idea, especially asfar as married women are concerned. Thegeneral underlying theory of Frenchmen whowrite is that the only women who are quitebeyond temptation is an old maid wbo haspassed the summer oflife, or a girlof sixteenIn book muslin. ,
There were speakers, too. who to ok theother side ofthe question valiantly, and de-clared that men novelists—a few men novel-ists—at auy rate, had given the word noblespecimens of woman as she is—-good, bad andindifferent. Walter Scott's heroines were in-stanced, among others. Then again we baveto thank Dickens .ior the most thoroughly re-Bpectable woman in English literature. In arattling three minute speech one brilliantwoman said that if men in their novels didnot represent women fairly, women wouldbetter set iu aud live in such away as to givethese faulty mascnlinessome higher ideals togo by. She thought those ladies who believedmen novelists were unjust to women shouldlive up to their blue china, in short.
It would not be possible in these limits togive a report of the full discussion. Itwasmostly talon part in by brilliant, culturedwomen who knew well how to flash tbe bladeof wit and argument. Many of them hadminds admirably stored with facts. Theyknew wln-reof they spoke and these had greatadvantage. The acquisition of good bardfacts is a mental discipline beyond compari-son. If the men novelists whose femalecharacters are limited to the babies and thenam l ly-pambies could have heard Sorosis thatday, in all seriousness they mrght have gottheir ideas of the sex shaken if not recon-structed.
eredients of the meat or fruit toform acids.The point that Dr. Johnson wished to
make was that the second boiling did notdestroy the poison which had been generatedin thecans,that the "seconds," were put inthe market again and sold as first class goods,and that this was how ag ood many peoplehad been poisoned. He said that the poisonsmost likely to be generated in the cans weremuriate of zinc and verdigris.
AN AUTHOKESS AT HOME.
Where the Venerable Xorelist, Mrs. Ann S.Stephens, Lires.
The outside of the house where lives Mr=.Ann S. Stephens is, like all the rest of thehouses in the block, handsome but unpre-tentious, but as soon as the door opens thevisitor feels the strong individuality of theowner as evinced by the surroundings.Plain but elegant, rich without ostentation,and comfortable above all, with an air ofwomanly taste, is everything about her. Thehalls are of polished wood, carved and fur-nished with soft carpets and sculptured racksand chairs. The parlors bave squares ofPersian carpets laid over the polished inlaidfloors, and the chairs and sofa3 are each awork of quaint art in carving and decoration.Bookcases filled with volumes stand in everyroom and little tables hold sets of pricelessporcelain and other pottery, and a cabinetnear the windows is filled with rare old Etru-scan vases and other articles, each having ahistory of its own. On the walls hang twopictures which once belonged to Aaron Burr.I think one is of Mary Woodstonecraft.Another picture is a portrait of a child byGilbert Stuart. There is but little of thefashionable bric-a-brac around, yet what fewarticles there are out-value whole rooms fullof such as is seen elsewhere.
Back of the two parlors is the cheerful din-ing room on the same level, furnished in thesame quiet but elegant taste. No picturesof game or fruit disfigure the walls nor destroy the appetite in this pleasant room.
The private studio of Mrs. Stephens, whereshe passes the most of her time, is on thesecond floor front. Here an air of quietpeacefulness reigns. A comfortable loungewith soft cushions stands between a high andoverflowing bookcase and her writing-desk,and large, easy, leather-covered chairs standabout the room. Three windows make itlight and cberrful. The chimney holds a fewpieces of rare pottery, and a smaller writing-desk stands on one side, while an ebonycabinet fills the other vacant space and holdsseveral works ofart, small but exceedinglymeritorious.
Several paintings adorn the wall, most ofthem painted by artist friends and given heras souvenirs. Among them is a pretty littlepiece painted by the late Frank Leslie. Overthe sofa is an almost life-sized portrait ofMrs. Stephens in her thirtieth year.
She is now seventy-four and the most care-less observer can trace the resemblance tober as she is now. She has changed fromyouth to age; the brown curls are nowsnowy-white, but the dark blJb eyes are asfull of fire aud intelligence and the foreheadshows a few wrinkles, yet the complexion isas fair and though the color has left hercheeks her lips are full and red and berhands and wrists still exquisitely modelledand fair. Nobility speaks through every fea-ture and movement, and her intellect wasnever clearer nor more active than now. Shewas dressed in a plain black satin with richlace at neck and wrists.
Mrs. Stephens has a commanding presenceand a manner at once dignified and simple.She Is tall and well built, and has preservednot only her mental brilliancy, but also herphysical attractions to a very great extent.
A lady and ber two pretty daughters calledupon Mrs. Stephens while I was there, andthere arose acharming conversation on thingsin general, which soon drifted towards theyouthful days of the venerable lady, and shechatted like a girl as she told how she badbeen born in one of the "down eastern"states, Connecticut or Vermont, I forgetwhich, and said that when 6he was six yearsold she wrote her first poem. She had beenshut in her room for having teased a redhaired boy, who had been adopted into theirfamily, and while in solitary confinement,wrote a verse calling the boy a dunce, andthen she pinned it ou the outside of the doorso that whoever eame to release her mightfind it. Then from time to time she wrotelittle sketches, but not for publication, uutilshe was about twenty-four, when she took herposition before the world as a novelist.
She edited and managed Frank Leslie'smagazine for some years and rendered itpopular, and then she made an engagementwith Peterson Bros , ofPhiladelphia, aud hasbeen with them fiftyyears, half a century, andis still writing though there bas long ceasedto be any necessity of tier writing. But sheloves ber work and cannot bear to stop.
She was married, and of that marriagehas two children, a son, and a daughternamed for herself, a most devoted lovelyaud lovable young girl, who is the livingpicture of the portrait on the wall painted solong ago. Mrs. Stephens speaks with thedeepest tenderness ofher dead husband; andof her thirty years of married life as one tin
broken era of happiness. But she does notlive iu tbe shadow of grief. Iler's is a ten-der sorrow as beautiful as rare.
The weight of oplnionl I am bound to say,was against the men novelists. With the ma-jorityof the speakers there was a settleM con-viction that when it came to seeing aud paint-ing women as they are, male writers werelacking.
One graceful, white-haired woman, with asweet voice, reminded us that tbe most re-pulsive creation in all literature was repre-sented as a woman—the character of "Sin inMilton's "Paradise Lost." So it is. Miltonwas an old crumudgeou when it came to tbefemale sex.
The same lady thought it a pity our Amer-ican men novelists, so called, could makeno better pictures of women than aYankeegirl who does not know bow to behave her-self, in Europe with a silly, ignorant pushingmother. American women are misunder-stood, and slurred by their own country-men. Let Mr. Henry James make a note ofit.
Ifthere is anything in mind-reading tbeears of Mr. W. D. Howells must bave burnedlast Monday afternoon. They ought to. Isthere really a female character in one of hisstories that rises above the wishy-washy, theartificial and commonplace? One Sorosianthought that when so many women are earn-ing their own living nobly and successfullyto-day, when they bave fully solved the prob-lem ofwork, it was a pity Mr. Howells couldnot have selected a better specimen of work-ing woman forhis heroine than Helen in"AWoman's Reason.' 9 Why did be not?Mr. W. D. Howells, that Ohio man graftedupon a Boston tree, will please rise and an-swer.
Anglomania at Washington,
One speaker objected tbat men novelistsmade woman always the slave to ber affec-tions. But in this, perhaps, men novelistsarc nearer the mark than she thought. Wo-men are mostly the slaves of their affections.They ought not to be, but they are. Whonever saw a mother pet and spoil'and denyherself the very food that goes into her mouthfor a great, ill-mannerly lubber of a boy whodidn't even thank ber for it? I have said it ahundred times, and here 6ay it again, whenwomen cultivate their brains instead oftheiremotions, they will be no such fools as that.
But men certainly do not represent wo-men fairly in fiction, as a rule. Men's wo-men lack strength. With many masculinewriters the female characters have no sort ofindividuality. They are mere pegs to hangthe thread of the story upon. Wiiere theyrepresent a woman with any strength, it ison the bad side. She is a hag or murderess,or a conspirator. That is the accusation I,quite apart from Sorosis, make againstthe whole kit of men fictionwriters. Englishmen started the fashion.
Of the books Mrs. Stephens has written itis needless to speak, as they are too wellknown. Their intensely dramatic incidentsand clearly-drawn characters are not easilyforgotten, and her poems, though she baspublished few, have had an echo in everyschool-room in the land, the surest test.ofthe excellence ofa poem. "The Polish Boy,"and the "Old Apple Tree" have been favor-ites for public readings for forty years.
_Sin-
has unpublished poems enough to make alarge volume, aud her daughter intendspublishing them in a handsomely illustratedvolume. Mrs. Stephens also intends drama-tizing some of her books.
Of the influence this aged lady exerts forgood It is not necessary to speak. Kindnessand consideration towards all have been her
habit always, aud there is no one in the landwho is not honored by being admitted to herpresence.
Among tbe renowned writers in thiscountry there is none more sensitive and re-tiring nor one who lias sought less for notor-iety than Mrs. Stephens. She has writtenand published over forty successful books,
and has steadily declined thrusting herselfbefore the public In any except through tbebooks she wrote. None but her friends haveknown all these years how she lived, lookedor acted. She has kept her personality sep-arated from her public works as few havedone, and with a modesty almost too shrink-ing has left it for her own works to "praiseher in the gates." Olive Harper iu N. Y.World.
Of their good women the young ones arechildish and namby-pamby, the elder onesare placid old tabbies or angling mammas.The mild, stupid old cat,, who goes to sleepou the sofa while the young woman in theease is made love to, is quite as much a fix-ture in the English novel as the rector andfox-hunting Bquire are.
To particularize: Charie's Reade's hero-ines in character are mostly pretty waiter-girls. Dickon's are cither goody goods,carved out of basswood. who stay where theyare put, or laughable caricatures. Ifthey de-velop any powers it is generally In low lifeor bad life, like Lizzzie Hexam and NancySykes. Strength was evidently an unlady-likeattribute, in the mind of Dickens. "Hiacker-av's women were either fools or knaves.There is a quantity ofknavery among themtoo. One woman stands out above thedreary level like a star shining upon a des-ert. That woman is our American Hawthorne's Hester in the "Scarlet Letter."Here was a woman for you! Making allow-ance for changing scenes andcircumstauces,Hester, yes, we may dare to say it, Hesteris more the real, living, breathing woman asnature made her, with all her steel-likestrength aud ber weakness, her measurelesscapabilities and the iron fates that workagainst ber than tbe creation of any otherman. Hawthorne alone of men novelistslooked iuto a woman's soul aud wrote whathe saw. At the close of tbe "Scarlet Let-ter" he caught tbe spirit of prophecy andforetold tbe woman tbat is to be.
Gen. Logan's Troubles as a Church Member.Chicago Letter.
"You have heard how Logan joined ourchurch by telegraph when he was a candi-date for the senate the first time, haven'tyou?" said a prominant Methodist to the Suncorrespondent in tbe corridor of the GrandPacific Hotel the other day. "But very few
people know that- be «jB.me very near beingexpelled from the church a few years ago for
swearing. Both General and Mrs. Loganare members of Trinity Church, you know,and Crafts was the pastor then. He it waswbo went to Brooklyn and turned Presbyteri-an. I understand he is preaching to a con-gregation of that denomination in New Yorknow. One ofCrafts' class leaders was^andstill is, a leading salesman in Keith's store,aud about 1879 he prepared charges accusingLogan of the habitual use of profane lan-guage and other conduct unbecoming aChristian. The charges were presented toCrafts, and be was going to lay them beforethe church, when Arthur Edwards found itout. Edwards, you know, is editor of theWestern Christian Advocate, and one of the
shrewdest men in Chicago. Itwas on theeve of a political campaign, and Edwards,who is considerable ofa politician, saw thatit would not only injure Logan, but damagethe Republican party, and bring the churchinto disgrace forallowing the sanctuary to bepolluted with political squabbles. Crafts wasdead set to present the charges forhe hadlong known of Logan's profanity, but Ed-wards got hold of the documents under apretence ofcorrecting some informalities inthem, and made itconvenient to be out oftown the day the meeting was held. So thecharges were not presented, and before thenext meeting Edwards had smoothed mattersover so that the case was never tried."
Outside the realm of pure romance-writingtbe one master mind ofthe ages, Shakes-peare, has painted the real woman.
"The gods see all sides."The rule woiks both ways. Women nove-
lists cannot depict men. Only one womanever painted men as tbey are. That wasGeonre Sand. It appers that the model nov-el would be one written by a man and womanin partnership.
rOISON I3T CANNED GOODS.
Zinc and Verdigris Sold as Preserved Fruitand Meat.
New York Star.When Dr. J. G. Johnson entered Mott
Memorial Hall, on Madison avenue last even-ing, he bad in his possession enough old to-mato cans to keep an ordinary billy goat ona picnic for a week. Dr. Johnson had comefrom Brooklyn for the purpose of undertak-ing to show the New York"Medico-Legal So-ciety that there is apt to be a deadly poisonlurking about a can of fruit or meat.
He said it was the practice in factorieswhere canned goods are put up to take thecans after they are filled and set them inboiling water. As 60on as the steam withinthe can condensed, thus forming a vacaum,the atmospheric pressure caused the head ofthe can to slightly bend in, givingit a con-cave shape. Sometimes it happened that allthe air did not get expelled, and then theoxygen would combin- with some of the in-
An Iowa City company willput $5,000 intoa new skating rink.
THE ST. PAULStUNTDAY GLOBE. SUNDAY MORXIMi,APK1L 20, 188_.*
STATESMKVxWTVE.3.
How They Watch Their Lords From theCapitol Galleries.
Washington Letter to Courier-Journal.Itwas in order to limit the space which
loafers of a most objectionable characterused daily to ffll in tbe House gallery severalyears ago tbat the House of Representativesdecided to set apart certain portions of thegallery to be reserved for those who hadcards of admission thereto, given them bythe members. One gallery is exclusivelyfor the families of Representatives or those
whom they and their wives regard as such.One Representative said, at the time it
was decided to reserve this gallery, that itwas done so the members could know ex-ectly in which part of the gallery their wiveswere likely lo be, so they would know whichway to dodge if they wished to avoid theirgaze. When Lent comes, as tbey havemore leisure from social duties, ladies of thefamilies of members of both houses of Con-gress have more time to spend in the gal-
leries of the House or Senate, and wives areoften interested spectators of scenes uponthe floor of either chamber. Some of thembecome much absorbed in watching the fateofthe bills in which their husbands takespecial interest, and their faces show theirchagrin or triumph in the course of the de-bate. One of them, whose husband hadbeen suffering severely with bronchitis whenhe was forced to go to the House to look af-ter a bill of great importance in his district,used to go there daily a Xew weeks ago whilethere was a prospect for the bill coming up,and carried with her a box of quinine pills,and regularly sent from her seat in the"members' gallery" au affectionate note unda dose of the medicine to her husband onthe floorof the House when the time arrivedfor him to take it. Thus she strove tobracehim up for the contest in the same spirit asSpartan wives equipped their husbands forbattle. The day his bill was voted down shehad waited for several hours with satchelcontaining the pill-box in hand, and as soonas the vote was announced, which wasagainst ber husband, she rose indignantly,packed up the medicine and went home withlessened faith in its bracing efforts.
The wives, of course, do not fail to watchfrom the gallery the demeanor of their res-pective husbands In their seats below, espec-ially when cards are brought in to the latter.One lady will say to another: "There goesa card to your husband; wonder if it is a ladyor gentleman wants to see bow long he staysand then we'll know whether itwas a'manor woman. There he comes in again, so itmust have been a man who was waiting forhim ; he'd have stayed longer ifit had beena woman, certainly."
"While some of the incidents In this galleryare highly amusing, others are often veryannoying. For instance, lately, a lovingwife, whowas listening Intently to her bus-band's speech, heard a lady behind, who wasevidently unaware of her presence, say: '-Isthat Smith speaking again, now: it seems tome he Is alwajH talking, and yet never hasanything to say."
Au all-night session ofthe United StatesHousi; of Representatives, especially when itis occasioned by a discussion which requireseither political party to master its fullstrength, and causes a "call of the House"to be ordered, and the Sergeant-at-Arms tobe instructed to bring in absentees, alwayshas some ludicrous features outside the hallas well as some productive of annoyance tothe families of members of the house asmuch as to themselves. During such anightsession, not long ago, the wife of one of thecolored Representatives was left alone In themembers gallery until a late hour, till otheroccupants of that gallery having left in theearly part of the night. She could not gobome alone, and her husband, who was onthe floor of the bouse was locked in, so hecould not leave to take her home. It is tin-custom as soon as a call of the house is ordered to lock all doors of exit or entranceto the legislative ball, not only to preventthose members who are within from goingaway without permission of the house, butalso to prevent those absent without leavegetting in except in the custody of the Ser-geant-at-Arms, who has been ordered to ar-rest them and bring them to make their ex-cuses at the bar of the bouse. Itwas notuntil tbe colored Representative could suc-ceed in obtaining the formal leave ofthebouse to go home with his wife (aud bepromisi d to return as soon as be had done)that he could join her in the gallery and ac-company her to their resilience.
Washington Correspondent Boston Traveller. \u25a1
"Washington has a real English dude. lieis not a shallow imitation, bnt the genuinearticle, and has created a furore wherever hebas gone. Yesterday Isaw him sailing downPennsylvania avenue, arrayed in a loudcheckered, tight fitting coat, black trousersand a hat with a brim wide enough for aQuaker, The most remarkable part of biscostume was his shirt collar. It was black,and at its base nestled a tiny white cravat.As might be imagined, the appearance ofthis being created a thrill of amazement andthe minor and cheap imitation dudes ofAmerican birth were green with envy. Thesubject of my sketch interested me some-what, so Imade it my business to make someinquiries and have since ascertained that heis the person who advertises in the local pa-pers here, "English taught as spoken inLondon." A few silly boys and as many sil-ly girls are doing their best to acquire theCockney accent. Foreign gentlemen seemto be the rage in Washington. Only a shorttime since the daughter of one of the mostdistinguished Democratic Senators said to afriend of mine: "Mr. Blank, Ido SO admirethe foreign gentlemen. I think they are somuch nicer than those of this country, theirmanners are so fascinating." My Mendgravely responded to this bit of insufferableinsipidity, "1 beg pardon to differ with you.but in my judgment a gentlemanis always a gentleman: Hisbirth-place is of no consequence." Thegirl aud her mother have done more to drivethe Senator into private life than any hun-dred of his enemies, for a cold and heartlesslegislature has elected another to take Lisplace at expiration of his term.
Marrimjc in France.Taris Letter.
The aphorism that "in other countries peo-ple marry for love, but in Ireland they mar-ry for money," is truer of France than it isof the Emerald Isle. Here marriage is abusiness contract. Love mav come after thenuptials, but rarely before them. A richmerchant dowers his daughter with hundredsof thousands of francs and marries ber to apcnnniless but titled adventurer who maymake her a countess or a marquise, but whonever seeks to know ifhe has won the younglady's affections. Noble houses intermarryin order to keep the "blue blood" pure andintact, the ynmg couple hardly knowing eachother before tbey are (as is often the case)victimized at the altar. The custom of thecountry in this regard is the reason why somany marriages turn out to be unhappy.Take, for instance, any Frenchman in thearistocratic or bourgeoisie class. He Is aman of thirty-two or thirty-three summers(men very rarely marry before that age inthis country): he has run through a wild anddissipated career, having driven times with-
out number through tbe avenues of tbe Boisde Boulogne with an actress of the Francaisor a dansemc of the Opera and partaken withthem a costly sour>er in the Palais Royal, atHill's or at Helder's between the hours of 1and 2 in the morning, or on gala occasionsstaying up enjoying his carousals till thedawn. He has gone through the career ofvice as he has gone through his fortune—recklessly and madly. To put it in homely
phraseology, he "has sown bis wild oats,"and his friends immediately set towork to find him out a wife whose for-tune would replenish bis exchequer.Moving as be does in good society he islooked upon as an eligible match, and soonhe is introduced to his future bride. She isalmost invariably inber teens, being a bread-and-butter demoiselle fresh from the board-ing school. He bows and she blushes. Hoasks her to show him her album, and the
would-be-but-cannot-be Lothario jots downsome insipidity on "eternal love" and the"depth and profundity of the heart's affec-tions." He sees her once or twice after-
wards, always, of course, In the presence ofher parents or friends, as heis not allowed a tete-a tete till the inevitablewords are pronounced, and winds up thewhole affair by proposing for the gushingyoung creature. The father, or mother, nrrelatives, as the case may be, accept his suit.and a few weeks afterwards the couple areman and wife. Scarcely is the honeymoonover when the husband gets tired of Mad-am's society: he spends his evenings atcafes or in the club with his friends. She js
loneiy and longs for some one to con sole her.One of her husbands friends, a young caval-ier.. eomes in the way. She falls in lovewith him, and he has no difficulty tn seduc-ing her. And thus we have what is vrryCommon in France, "femenage a trois,'1'' com-5 --d of the husband, wife and paramour,living comfortably, and unostentatiously p>-
eetber —the coalition in question beingformed often it is true without the husbandsknowledge but notoriously with his conveni-ence, particularly when he is poor and thecavalier has plenty of hard cash to lavish onhis inamorata. Can it then bo any wonderthat, in such a rotten state of society, an-gndahed souls should cry out aloud for di-vorce' Many wise folks, however, surmisethat the cancer has sunk too deeply into theritals, and that even Senator Haqnet'a lancethowever skilfully wielded, can never cut itaway at the root.
FASHIONABLE GLOBELETS,
Some sofa cushions are made to look likelarge bags.
Hassocks covered with skins, with hornrests are much admired.
The backs of mahogany or plush chairs aretied with wide ribbon bows.
The most elegant portieres are hand-painted, in copies of celebrated pictures.
.Stuffed Chinese pheasants are beautiful,mounted on wood panels to correspond withthe woodwork of dining-rooms.
Combings in graceful curves, or plaques,in the soft paint, or plaster, bronzed, arestill much admired for friezes aud dados.
Bunches of pressed ferns, ifput in fancyflower pots, tilled with sand, will keep greenall winter and appear to be growing.
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EXTRACTS
Circular-bevelled mirrors, with open workbrass frames and chains to hang them by,from Which fall spiked balis over the glass,are very showy.
Wide, flat plush frames on pictures bave alarge bunch oi fruit, peaches, apples orora:i_es fastened on the upper left cornerwith a wide ribbon bow.
The newst fashionable glassware is Webb'sIbv. It is English, and very charming in\ lsi s. salad or flower bowls. It has an Ivorytint and Is ornamented with colored glasstl iwers in relief.
Some tall, square zinc articles that comefor the purpose look very well when coveredwith gold paper on which every Imaginableobject is pasted, butterflies and birds pre-ponderating.
A flue quality of matting may be used fora deej) dado and either left plain or paintedor bronzed, the effect being better when thetlo. ir is covered with the same material underom- large or several smaller rugs.
The rage for armor continues, and clock*now come in the steel breast plates andshields ready to be placed on a large frameof plush, shield shape, with vizier's, spikedballs, battle axles and other warlike surrouud-Ings.
For the afternoon tea small square dolliesare used, which is the fashion now to coverwith old English mottoes, worked crosswiseover them, each one different, snch as,''Dost sometime counsel take,and sometimestea.,'
Four o'clock tea screens are made with
the painting or embroider; only extendinghalf way to the ground. ,Ju-t below this, onone side, is a small she— for tea-CUps, beneath which there is either a lattice-work of
the same wood as the screen or a little cur-tain hanging to the floor from fine brass rods.
Matting is not put on floors now in straightbreadths, a plaid or bright colored piece be-ing tacked all around the floor and squarein the middle, the rest being filled Wit-plain white, or any individual taste is car-ried out, to lay it in a rug like manner.
Prepared from Select Fruitsthat yield the finest Flavors.Have been used for years. Be-come The Standard FlavoringExtracts. None of GretttokfStrength. None of such 1' .Purity. Always certain i-> im-part to Cakes, Buddings, Sauces,the natural Flavor of th: Fruit.
MANTjFACTUILE— by
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Gentlewomen
Elaborate hinge, are considered important.In one. new bouse in St. James place, Brook-lyn, where each room is beautifully finishedwith a different wood, the brass figures onthem in relief represent Chinese with openUmbrellas on a black ground. A novelty isto have a plated handle inside of windows toopen and shut the blinds at will withoutopening the window.
The sides ol wood baskets are covered with
plash, some motto iu guilt thread beingworked on the upper portion, '-Put on morewood the wind is chill," being a favorite;under the motto some snowdrops or otherflowers arc cm I uoide red. Almost all the ladiesmake at least one umbrella stand. Those ofplush, with "Parapluie" are embroidered onthem, surrounded with luxurious vines andmounted on brass, are no more appropriatethan pretty.
Who want plossy, luxuriantami wary tresses ofabundant,beautiful Hair must usoLIONS KATUAIttON. Thiselegant, cheap article alwaysmales the Hair grow freelyami fkst, keeps it irom fallingout, arrests and cures gray-11688, removes dandruff anditching, makes tho Hairstrong, giving it a curlingtendency ami keeping it inany desired position. Beau-t-Tol, healthy Hair is the sureresult of using Katliairon.
Advertising Cheats! I!"Ithas become SO common to write the be-
ginning of an article, in an elegant, inter-esting manner,
"Then run It Into "some advertisementtbat we avoid all such,
"And simply call attention to the merits ofHop Hitlers in as plain, honest terms as pos-sible,
"To induce people"To give them one trial, which so proves
their value that they will never use anythingelse." "
"The Revest 60 favorably noticed in allthepapers,
/Religious and secular, is"Having a large sale, and !s supplanting
all other medicines."There is no denying the virtues of the
Hop plant, and the proprietors of Hop Bit-ter- have shown great shrewdness
"And ability"Incompounding a medicine whose vir-
tues are so palpable to every one's observa-tion."
Did Slit*Die ?"No !"She lingered and suffered along, pining
awav all the time for years,""The doctors doing her no good;""And at last was cured by this Hop B
ter- the papers sav so much about.""Indeed ! Indeed !""How thankful we should be for that med-
icine."A Dan^hter's Misery.
"Eleven years our daughter suffered on abed of misery,
"From a complication of kidney, liver,rheumatic trouble and Nervous debility.
"Under the care of the best physicians,"Who gave her disease various names,"But no relief,"And now she is restored to us in good
health by as simple a remedy as Hop Bit'.: rs.that we had shunned for years before usingit."—Tue Pajients.
Father is Getting Well."My daughters say:"How much better father is since he used
Hop Bitters.""He is getting well after his long suffer-
ing from a disease declared incurable""And we are so glad that he used your
Bitters."A Ladt of Utica, N. Y.
Analysts t>y it. A. Voelcker, V. K. s., Con-sulting Chemist Royal
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TM. snpei bluting tonic iprevents and >>r-
constlpation,&TTER5 complaint, deia,rheuii!.
other ai'mer.t?. Use ftwithregularity. Iby all druggists and - ally.
PILES! PILES!
HAY-EEVER50 cents at druggists. CO cents by mail regis-
tered. Send for circular.ELY BROTHERS, Druggists, Owego, K. Y.
AKiirecnro for Blind, Bleeding, Itching andUlcefate- PQes, Ikib bee i by Dr. Wil-liam, (i"w J'idian remedy) called D__ WILL] v.M'SINDIAN OINTMENT. Asingle box has i
the worst chronic cases o_ :~> years 1 standloone need §_•*'*ve miun tea after ap]
wonderful soi/th log medicine. Lotions wstramentsdo nrorehann than *Ointment absorbs the tumors, i lays IItching, <piirtieu;nr; r;er gi ttiiin bed.) arts as a p* .'\u25a0•'»-
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