' stinks in your'nostrils.
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\THE EVENING GAZETTE
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THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD..
Comea cuddle your head on my shoulder.
ear \ '
Your head like the golden-rodg
And we will go sailing along from he re
To the beautiful Land of Nod.
Away from life’s hurry. and flurry, and
worry,
Away from earth's shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we‘ll float oi!
together
, Where roses are always in bloom.
Just shut up your eyes. and fold your hands.
Your hands like the leaves of a rose,
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
-. That never an atlas shows.
0n the North and the _VVest they are bounded
by rest, *
On the South and the East by dreams:
'I‘is the country ideal, where nothing is
rea , _
But everything only seems.
~ Just drop down the curtains of your dear
eyes,
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell:
And we will sail out under starlit skies,
To the land where the fairies dwell.
Down the river of sleep. our barque shall
. sweep,
Till it reaches the Mystical Isle;
‘ “'hich no man hath seen, but where all have
been,
And where we will pause awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
" To that shore which is blessed of God:
Then ho! for that fair land, we’re 011 for
that rare land.
That beautiful Land of Nod.
—Eugene Field.
“MY COUSIN AMY.”
Here is a story that Mr. Van Rensse-
laer Crossgrain told to a few of his
cronies at the club the other evening
after the final brandy and soda. They
never before suspected him of any sen-
timental weakness, but now they have
their doubts about it. He did soften in
‘the telling of it, even if when he had
finished he resumed his natural man-
ner and swore at the waiter for show-
ing a natural desire to clean up for the
evening and go, perhaps, to his sweet-
heart. Hore’s his story:
“I have known my cousin Amy since
the days when she was five and I was .
fifteen, and that was many years ago.
Still, I never during all that time
even suspected the truth, and 431
never knew it till it was too late. Then
I learned what might have been; and,
as I thought the simple story over, it
occurred to me it might in its moral
prove useful to other youngsters as
blind as I was and have been. Fortune
never knocks twice at a man’s door.
Few of us know our caller when she
visits us and are generally disposed to
ignore her summons, taking her for
a creditor or a bore. The only way is to
learn from the experience of our ,eld-
ers.
“Young folks think that old folks are
fools, old folks know that young folks
are. Thus goes the old proverb the
sanity of which never impresses one till
he has crossed thirty. But let me tell
you the story of my cousin Amy.
“To begin with, she was the sweetest
girl that ever was or will be. And she
is now. But this is only the comple~
ment of this story. Well, Amy was
is, and will be the sweetest girl in the
world. Still, I never loved her—ex-
cept as a“ cousin and as a sweet
girl, the sweetest I have ever seen or
shall see. From now on—I don’t know,
I can tell—but you are not interested in
my future or Amy’s, so let’s get back to
the story. “[811, then, I have known
my cousin Amy since she was five years
old. Even then she had an infinite
sweetness about her which was not
overshadowed even by the fullness of
life and spirits which was her second
best charm. Even at the age when
young maids of five do not linger long
in the thoughts of youths I was fond
of Amy. She was companicnable even
then,‘ and though at times noisy and
,persistent, she infused her grace even
into those disagreeable qualities and
made them halt lovable. This was
Amy‘at the age of five. Well you know
how a youth changes at seventeen.
How he becomes then one thing or the
other; good or bad, studious or care—
less, serious or trifling. During the
next ten years I saw Amy only now
and then. She was changing and de‘
veloping also, but I paid little attention
to her growth. I was chasing after the
false gods whose worship is so attrac-
tive to the young man. Amy was cnly‘
a Child at my advanced years, and
while family connections kept me in
frequent'contact with her. I thought of
my 01d young friend only as a rather
awkward, shy girl of fifteen, while I
was rejoicing in the full manhood and
unlimited experience and wisdom of
twenty-five.
"W hen I saw her in those days Ipaid
little attention to her. There was still
the old sweetness there, the power of
loving, the simple but strong attrac-
tiveness, but I was busy with my false
gods and tinsel goddesses. You men of
thirty, you know where you worshipped
teen, and you know you were devout
in your worship, and how the fallacy
and how the hollowness of your creed
never stiikes you until you have had
five or ten years of it, and'howthen you
1:21.111 your god is stuffed with the dirti-
est kind oi sawdust and the worship
Well, I passed
through that stage. I went the rounds
and rejoiced in the designation of a
rounder. No hog wallowed in his filth
more luxuriously than I, and it took me
tm long years to learn that there was
not and never can be anything in dissi-
pation,. that alcoholically stimulated
spirits and the purchased affections of
women are the bitterest mockeries on
(lion's earth. They are hell’s best coun~
terfeits, but rank counterfeits they are,
and, only the so called keen" eyes of
)outh'are deceived by them.
All this has a bearing on my story of
Amy, because, thank God, after a while
my eyes were opened and I saw the fol-
ly of my lire. And, as when a man has
thrown the bloom and flower of his
youth in the gutters of dissipation he
takes the faded remnant back to the
highway, so I seeing I had been giving
much for nothing, bethought myself
that perhaps the ways of decent people
were rather wiaer and I sought to tread
them. Dcciety does not condemn the
nuns sinner. ' Lis social position is
after
thrown like a cloak over his life, and
virtuous mothers who kndw from
wordly husbands the story of his esca-
pades are glad to show him their jewels
in the way of marriageable daughters—
that is, if he may be eligible. .
“Well, 'I was rich and eligible, I easi-
ly worked my way back into the society
I had quit for what is styled Bohemia.
I saw young women far more sweet and
attractive than those who shine at pub-
lic balls, late suppers and fancy resorts.
And among them shone conspicuous my
cousin Amy. I had never entirely given
up her society. but of late years I had
seen less and less of her. - It seemed to
me her manner had changed. . She was
now a woman of the world, with her
three crowded seasons behind her.
New York, Newport, London, and the
Riviera had been her stamping grounds,
and even her infinite sweetness—pardon
the repetition of the word, but it fitted,
her—was partly covered though not ef-
faced by the manner of the woman of
22 years. I had not noticed this, or at
any rate dwelt upon it, in our few
meetings in the mean time.
“Amy was still and had never ceased
to be fond of me as an old friend and
playmate, for in the far away old days
we had even played together as child:
ren will. But I could never regain my
exact old footing.
did let me get a little closer, and then
later I thought I noticed sometimes a
return of something like the old cama-
radarie. Was I falling in love with
Amy? I did not say so. Then one day
I heard something and the next day she
told me something herself.
“I knew the fellow and liked him. He
was all that a man should be, and if any
man could claim such a standing he was
worthy of Amy. Still, for a moment
I hated him, and could I have heard of
his disgrace I would have rejoiced; I
hardly knew why, but I felt why. But
Amy was very happy, so happy that I
forgave him, and she softened more to-
ward me.
"This is all of my story. {It’s enough
for it’s a story of what was missed and
of fortune turned away from the door
at the first and last call. How do I
know? I will tell you. Amy was to be
married after Easter. During Lent I
passed a. few days at her father’s place
on the Hudson. She was so happy and
grateful.to this old world for her hap-
piness that she opened all her heart to
me and told me her hopes and plans.
So selfish is entire happiness. If she
had confined herself to her future I
might still have been fairly happy even
in her and his happiness. But in the
fulness of her spirit Amy lapsed into
reminiscence.
“During one of our close and cordial
conversations ,I noticed a look on her
expressive face, a look half quizzical,
half amused, and then she turned to me
and smiled.» {Blushed‘l No! But when
she told me this story I left her a mo-
ment saying I thought I would smoke a
cigar, though I forgot to light it when I
got on the veranda. .
“I had spoken of her happiness, and
without thinking what I was saying I
asked her familiarly:
“ “Amy, is that lucky fellow the first,
or are you giving him only the rem-
nants of affection a pretty girl has left
three years of society?’ She
laughed gayly and without embarrasss
ment.
“ ‘Yes and no,’ she answered. ‘I have
met no man in society I consider his
equal in any way, and he has all the af-
fections I possess, but I must make a
confession to you, and I can do so safely
now. I was in love once before, and
oh! how in love I was. It wasa foolish
affair,’ she said smiling, ‘but at that
time I was terribly .in earnest. I have
quite recovered, so I can tell you all
about it. Do you remember some years
ago when you were still quite respecta-
ble and used to come and take tea with
us every Sunday evening?’
"’ ‘Of course I do,’ I answered rather
testily. g
“ ‘Well, you never knew I was in
love then, did you?’
“ ‘Why no, certainly not, I never
thought of it. You were a child,’ I re-
plied.
“ ‘I was 15,’ she said, ‘and I was very .
much in love, and with you, you silly
goose. You never knew it, you"paid no
attention to me, but would talk to fath-
er or some of the guests, and I would
sit up and drink in your words and
think them wisdom. Why, I remem-
ber one evening when I was sent up to
bed at 9 o’clock I came back after the
maid was gone and sat at the head of
the stairs where I could hear you speak-
ing. Then my feelings got the better cf
me and I began to cry. Mamma heard
me. but you didn’t, and she came after
me and sent me back to bed, besides
giving me a good lecturing.‘
“And Amy laughed heartily and I
thought with unnecessary gayety. And
so I made a fool of myself. In a mo-
ment I felt that my cousin Amy was
the one woman in the world for me and
that she had really always been. ,(And
she will always be).
And 1 said to her: ‘Amy, are you
telling me of years ago, may I tell you
something of the present time?’ But
she understood me, and Amy was loyal.
For a moment only she seemed startled
and drew a long breath. Then 'she
smiled again.
“ 'No, no!’ she said with her old gay-
ety, when your story is as old as mine
you may tell it to me if you like, but
the exchange is not fair now.’ Whichl
thought was a poor way out of it. and I
told her so. ' -
"Still when, I left ‘her and went out
upon the veranda. to smoke I forgot to
light my cigar.”
This world of ours is not as drear
As we would often take it,
Nor is it half as lonely here
As many people make it.
If skies are sometimes overcast
And all seems dark before us,
The sunshine always comes at last
And throws its splendor o’er usl
The Chicago City Missionary Society,
in existence thirteen years, last year in-
vested $23,00_0 assisting seventy churches
and missions.
After a while she,
MISS MARIE BATES. .
Her Remarkable Transformation as Mrs.
_ DIurphy of the Bowery.
The astonishing transformation
which actors achieve is a matter of as-
tonishment to the uninitiated. How a
handsome young woman can disguise
herself as a homely and decrepit old
woman with’ bibulous tendencies, ex-
cites surprise and admiration.
Miss Marie Baies, who takes the part
of “Mrs. Murphy” in “Chimmie Fad-
den,” is obliged to make about as thor
ough transformation as can be imagin-
ed. In the first picture presented
herewith, she appears as her normal
MRS. MARIE BATES.
self, handsome and stylish, and in the
second she is seen as the famous Mrs.
Murphy, homely, uncouth, and dis
tressingly intoxicated from the two fre-
quent contact with Bowery mixed ale. .
In an interview the other day she
was asked if she studied Mrs. Murphy
from life, and she replied:
“N o, indeed; she is only a creation of
my own. While we may just see such
characters daily,|I am proud to say that
intuitively I “hold the mirrsr up to
nature.’ Speaking generaily, I do not
work from observation of actual life. 1
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MRS. MARIE BATES AS “MRS. MURPHY.”
carefully read a new part many times.
and even though my speeches are not
vitally connected with the scenes in
which I appear, there comes to me in-
stinctively a knowledge of what the
material I work with demands. Then
it is astonishing what costume and
facial make up will do. I am not Ma
rie Bates, but that other individual the
moment I get into harness.”
A BISHOP IN BAD COMPANY.
a Procession of Reformed
Drunkards. .
An amusing, but absolutely true, in
cident occurred in one. of the large
towns in Durham County the other
day.
While Dr. Wilkinson, the venerable
Bishop of the Newcastle Diocese, wa~
walking through the town. accomp:
nied by a friend, they met a procession.
at the head of which was carried a. ban
ner bearing an inscription which at that
moment could not be seen.
Being a man of charitable impulse,
Dr. Wilkinson thought he and his com
panicnmight do worse than fall in with
a procession the object of which was
apparently worthy of their patronage.
They did so, their countenances beam-
ing with satisfaction, until, on the van
turning a. sharp corner, the banner re
vealed to their astonished gaze the ii:-
scription, in big, well-rounded red
letters:
“Society of Reformed Drunkards!”--
Answers.
He Joins
Necessarily Slow.
An 8 year old San Rafael boy was be -
ing lectured on obedience the other
evening.
“I told you that you could play with
the Wilson boys till 5 o'clock,” said his
mother. “Here it is '7 and you are just
home. Why didn’t you come when I
told you?"
“I did, mamma.”
“Don‘t tell me a. falsehood. Why
didn’t you come home at 5 o‘clock?"
“1 star ted home at 5.” .
“Then you stopped to play on the I
way?”
“No.1namma; sure, I didn’t.”
"Do you expect me to heiieve that i:
took you two hours to walk half a mile?
I think I shall have to punish you for
telling me falsehoods.”
“Honestly, I started home at 5 o’clock
and came straight home.”
The mother led the boy into the
kitchen _and took down a. whip. He
turned pale and tears swelled up into
his eyes. ' .
“Now, sir, ' will you tell me the
truth?” '
"Ye es, mamma; Charlie Wilson gave
me a mud turtle—and I was afraid to
carry it—so I led it home.”—San Fran-
cisco Post. ‘
. Poor Time for Proposals. '
“Hasn’t Mr. Simpkins proposed yet,
daughter?”
“No, mamma; I can’t get him to talk
about-anything but baseball.”-—Chicago ,
1
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The best eye specialist in the county
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9
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