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THE MIGHTY QCEANlC.
The New ‘leTte Star Liner “’iil Exceed In
Length tin» Famous (in-at Easlei 1:.
The building of the Oceanic, the
greatest of .11 e. 111 stramsh ips. has been
begun. Awarding to the advices re
geived by .\1-'\\ York otiic'els of thc
White Star Line, the longest of ship
heels for their new passenger steamei
is now being laid at Belfast, 011 be
way 4 of Italiand & \Volff, the ship-
buildt 1's \. 111 have the contract for the
construction of the Oceanic.
When the Great Eastern. the con-
spicuous nder in shipbuilding,
proved a signal failure as a practical
and 111‘ ying ocean carrier, it was mild
by shipbuilders
would such a monster be attcmpiezjl
that the available length of steauiship ~
had been overstepped by her 680 feet,
and that thereafter ‘the length of both
large freightcrs and passenger steam-
ers would more nearly approach 50C-
than 700 feet.
They were wrong, for experience
since that time has shown the practi-
cability, in economy, speed and safety,
of ships beyond 500 feet in length.
After the condemnation of the Great
Eastern, with her length of 680 feet,
there was for a time a tendency to-
ward ships 200 feet shorter, and then a
return to longer models. The City of
Rome was built 561 feet long, and the
Lucania and Campania each 620 feet.
The St. Louis and St. Paul are each
555 feet, and the Kaiser W'ilhelm, now
being constructed, will be‘ 650 feet.
’ Then comes the Oceanic, the largest of
’1‘
them all, measuring 7 04 feet, or twen-
ty-four feet more than the wonder-in
spiring Great Eastern.
Her total depth will be about the
same as the Great Eastern’s, a little
more than fifty feet, with the same
mean draught of twenty—five feet. Her
beam will be a little less than the
eighty-three. feet of her great predeces-
sor.
As all needed preparation for the
building of the Oceanic has been made,
there is expected to be no delay, but
the construction will go steadily on,
and if present: plans are carried out
she will be launched next January,
and in about one year from now will
be stretching her great length over the
Atlantic waves on her first voyage.
In appearance and interior arrange-
ments the Oceanic will be very like the
Teutonic and Majestic, only on en-
larged lines, which will add to conven-
ience and comfort.
The steamship will have greatly en-
larged engines, in consequence of
which the broken and- rebroken record
of transatlantic time is expected to
suffer a startling reduction. Just what
the speed will be the officers of the
line'are not prepared to say, but there
is a rumor that the Oceanic will go
from Liverpool to New York inside of
fou1 days, and this without sacrifice to
comfort or safety.
A great ship on the water, with half
her bulk out of’sight, does not impress
the observer with the magnitude of
her dimensions, butif placed on land
beside familiar objects her size is bet-
ter appreciaterd.
Jane (the maid)—Here‘s a letter,
madame, addressed "To the Lady of
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Mrs. Murray Hillery—
other name on it, Jane?
Jane—No, madame.
Mrs. lifurray-Hillery—The11
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CHAPTER I.
“Please, sir, may Miss Dot come
now?” said a maid-servant, as she
knocked for the third time at the door
of the library without receiving any
response to her summons. Tired of
waiting for the necesary permission
to enter, she opened the door and
looked'in. '
. It was a pleasant sight that met the.
woman’s face as she peeped in, with
out, however, crossing the threshold of
the door of her master‘s sanctum.
The library at Ballinaclough was a
spacious room, with handsome old
black oak furniture, and the walls, or
at least where they were not occupied
with books and shelves, covered with
old ancestral portraits dimmed by age.
Deeply recessed in the centre of the
wall, opposite the door, was an old
fashioned fireplace, a cosy, comfortable
nook in which to sit on cold, wintry
days; but these, howeve1 pleasant to
look upon, had no apparent attraction
for the nurse, for her ga’ze was fixed
on the central figures in the room, con-
sisting of her master, Sir Bryan O'Con-
nor, and his little, golden-haired
daughter.
They were engaged in a game of
romps, in which the father was sup-
posed to represent a fierce bear, and in
the performance of his part was alter-
:nately hugging his little girl and strok-
ing her long, silken tresses. The lit-
tle lady enjoyed the fun hugely, and
was far too intent upon the game to
even notice the advent of her nurse,
who stood watching the scene, and pa-
tiently waiting until the termination
of the game.
But Bridget, for such was the name
of the maid-servant, was not the only
spectator of the scene that was being
enacted on the floor of the library;
Lady O'Connor, Sir Bryan‘s wife, a
tall, pretty woman, with large grey
eyes, and a small, sensitive mouth,
with the same wealth of rich golden
hair which her daughter had inherited,
also watched in silence the playful
gambols of the father and child as they
scrambled about on the floor.
It was, however, with a somewhat
pained and sorrowful smile that she re-
garded them, for the same sad
thoughts were apparently passing
through the minds of the mistress and
the maid, as they gazed 011 the pretty
family picture on which their eyes
rested.
It was indeed difficult to realize that
such a father, so fond, So loving, and
so yielding to his child, could be thi
hard, exacting landlord, whose stern,
inexorable conduct of his affairs had
made him so unpopular among his ten
antry, and had, indeed, been the means
of creating for him many enemies in
the neighborhood.
These thoughts entered their head:
at the same time, and sorely puzzled
them. Still, there was no gainsaying
the fact, and it could plainly be seen
from the infinite look of sadness in
the eyes of Lady O’Connor, that she
was only too well aware of the 1111‘
popularity of her husband. She knew
also, that his life had.‘ on more than
one occasion. been threatened and
even attempted; perhaps, even at that
very moment he, so dear to her and he)
child,-, might be the victim of some hid-
den and unforeseen danger, to aveil
which she was powerless to act. How
then could she look other“ ise than she
did, and how could she join in he)
dalling‘s n1i1th,uhen this constani
dread of danger was ever in her mine
-—ever before her?
"God guard them,” she breathed, fer
vently; then looking round, she ob
served Bridget still waiting to carry
her little charge off to bed.
"Come, Bryan, let Dot go." she said
“poor Bridget has been waiting SOIllt'
minutes for her”—and crossing over t(
where they were playing, she at
tempted to take Dot’s little arms from
her father’s neck, round which tiny
were tightly clasped.
"Daddie, do let Dot stop a ’ittle long
or,” she whispered coaxingly into ht:
car.
"No, no, Miss Puss. It’s getting late
and you must be off to bed,” he re
plied. "Why, look 110w you have dis
arranged my hair, to say nothing 0:
having pulled a lot of it out. Say
good- -night to y'oui mother at once, ant
if you promise to be vely good, I wil
carry you upstairs.’
“Yelly well, daddie, Dot will,be s1
dood. Dood-night, mammie, darling
Dod bless you," she said, as loosenini
her grasp from her fathers neck, s11!
twined her little, chubby arms rount
that of her mother, and laying her hot
flushed face against her soft,
cheek, she whispered, “Come and 51
dood-night to Dot when she is asleep"
then scrambling on to Sir Bryan".
back she was carried off to bed, wit]
Bridget following close behind.
' Lady O'Connor sighed as she'gazei
wistfully on the retreating forms 0
those she loved so well; then, walk
ing across to 11 small table. she 511
down and busted herself with some em'
broidcry on which she~h11d previOUsb
been engaged. But, somehow 0
another, she found this evening tha
hei thoughts wandered away from he
occuiaiiou, and, hei fin;a ers, at othc
COO”
EVEN
time—s so deft and nimble, would cease
to ply the silk, and her hands would
often lay idly in her .lap.
‘ How is it,” she mused to herself, “I
cannot get rid of this terrible dread
that continues to haunt me?
dark cloud seems to be hovering over
us. Something seems to foretell a
great and terrible sorrow that is about
to visit us.
“God help us,” she uttered suddenly;
as, nervouhly twisting her delicately
shaped fingers together, she started
quickly as she,heard a slight sound in
the direction of the window. IVith an
anxious, perturbed expression on her
face, she glanced quickly round the
room, but, seeing nothing, became
somewhat reassured.
"What nonsense,” she said to her
self. “I must not give way to this
vague and unaccountable feeling that
seems to have taken possession of me.
“he could come to harm as at this
time of night?” and settling herself
to her work, tried to smother the dis«
agreeable sensation of coming trouble
that had filled her mind. ‘
At this moment Sir Bryan entered
the room, and, kissing her, said: “Vio-
let, dear, I am afraid I must leave you
for a short time before dinnel. I hope
you don’t mind but I have to attend
to some business regaiding the lenta
of those rascally tenants of mine. They
have given me enough trouble to-day,
and I am determined, once for all, to
let them clearly understand who ii
the master here.”
“Oh, wait one moment, Bryan, dear,"
said Lady O’Connor, rising quickly,
and placing her hands on his should4
ers, as she looked pleadingly into hit
eyes, “for my sake—for our darlinv’c
sake-be kind and lenient to them;
won’t you give in to them just a little?
Remember, dearest, what is at stake."
“No, dear Vi, I cannot,” replied her
husband; “you know I would do any.
thing for you, my own sweet wife, and
for our darling little Dot, compatibl.I
with honour and justness, and my du‘
ties as a landowner; but to give in to
these brutes at the present moment
would be acknowledging my weakness,
and would be departing from that:
strict and impartial line of conduct be-
tween landlord and tenant that I had
marked out for myself when I inheri-
ted this place. Why, dear, I have not
told you half the atrocities that these
cruel men have perpetrated,” and
gently taking her hand in his, while
the hard, stern look upon his face re
“sun was CARRIED OFF TO BED."
laxed, and a soft, mild expression stole
into his eyes, as he observed the men
vous anxiety depicted in the pale face
of his wife, he continued, “Be my own
brave little woman. Do not let
groundless fears trouble you. All wil‘.
yet be well} the present crisis will
soon pass, and then there will be notli
ing for you to fear or be anxious
about.”
“But, Bryan," she said, “it is useless
to make light of the dangers that sur
round you. How can I forget the cruel
deeds these people have already com
mitted? Remember poor Mr. Clanchy
who was so foully murdered the othei
day. Do, dear,” sheimplored, “give
in to them—for God‘s sake, for my
sake, I beg, I pray you to do so. Aftcl
all, they are our fellow-creatures, and
are driven to these barbarous deeds by
Want and privation. Their hearts arc
hardened by suffering and by seeing
their dear ones reduced to the verge
of starvation, without the power to at
ford them relief. Bryan,” she contin
ued, almost passionately. “I. canno:
bear this terrible anxiety. Let us leavc
this dreadful place until better and
calmer times arrive. My strengtl
seems to leave me altogether, and I
can hardly bear up with all-I haveltt
endure.”
“Well, Vi,” returned her husband
caressingly, “sit down beside me anc
rest. You lookout of sorts this even
ing. There,” he continued, as he gent
1y pulled her down by his side on tht
sofa, “I cannot leave yet, dear. M1
duty is here, and I must remain; bu:
supposing you and the little one leave
for a short time? The change will, ‘
am sure, do you both good, and may
perhaps bring back the roses to thosc
cheeks of yours, which have certainly
been strangers to them during the 1115'
few weeks.”
“What do you mean—f01 me to leave
you?” she c1ied, startled by such a sug
gestion. “No, that I will never do. .1
wife’s duty is by her husband’s side
Leave you I will not,” she said. firmly
“My health is not to be considered. .
was never, dear, as you know; a ver:
robust person,” she continued, smiling
“but; nothing on earth will induce m-
to leave you. So please attend to thi.
business that necessitates your absenc.
from me, and return as quickly as pos
sible; but do, dear husband, for m;
sake, be lenient to the poor people.”
“Yes; that is what I intend to be:
... and stooping down to kiss her, he salt.1
“Then I am not to send you away,
see? Well, you must try and not won
- ry that little head of yours any longei
with imagining all sorts of things tha-
may befall me!” . .
Some '
viNu GAZETTE.
CHAPTER 111'."
After he had quitted the room, Lady
O’Connor remained sitting on the sofa
in deep thought and meditation. Im-
mediately in front of her was a large
pier-glass on the wall, which clearly
reflected in it the window in front of
which she was reclining. Some unac-
countable impulse directed her eyes to
this glass. and on looking into it, she
was terrified to see a man’s head peer-
ing in at the window. Her blood
seemed to freeze in her veins, and
though she longed to scream for assist-
ance, her lips refused utterance. Fas-
cinated by the sight, 'she was unable
to take her eyes from the gaunt, hag-
1'11 rd face that was reflected in the mir-
I'Ol'.
“Good heavens! IVhat shall I do?"
she murmured to herself. “I must
not let him see how frightened I am,’
and, pulling herself together with a
great elfor,t she remained perfectly
still. as he slowly raised his hand,
which. to her term she saw held a
111'. “‘L epistol and which he deliberately
i 01.4111 at her.
“ AGAIN 11E REFRAINED FROM PULLING
THE TRIGGER.”
If ‘she moved, she felt assured the
trigger would be pulled! It was a mo.
ment of intense agony and suspense.
Holding her breath for a few seconds.
she looked fixedly in the glass at the
man, without showing the slightest
sign of trepidation, and a sigh of re-
lief escaped her as she saw his hand
fall by his side. He had evidently not:
noticed that she had observed him;
there was perhaps something in the
graceful, ladylike figure before him,
with its lovely golden hair illumined
by the soft, pale light of the lamp, that
made the ruffian hesitate to carry out
his murderous intention.
“Now is my, time,” thought 'Lady
O‘Connor, observing his hesitancy.
"Face this creature I must, even if it
costs me my life—my only chance will
be in trying to shame him.”
Although trembling in every limb,
she slowly rose from the sofa, think
ing not of herself, but only of her hus-
band and her child, and with a calm,
determined face she quickly turned to-
wards the window and faced the in«
truder.
The moment the man saw he was de‘
tected, he again raised the pistol and
pointed it straight at her breast.
“Shoot her, I must,” he muttered be‘
tween his teeth. “I’ve missed the
child, so, by the powers, she must go,
if it is only to make that devil of a
husband of ber’s know that we can
hit, and hit hard, too.”
But as he was in the act of taking
aim he paused, and regarded the
brave, beautiful woman who con-
fronted him. Straight into his eyes
did her lovely, grey orbs look, ,appeal-
ing as it weie to his inmost heart.
Slowly his arm fell by his side.
‘Shure, I cannot hurt the likes of
her. She has done no harm to me or
mine." K
Then his thoughts wandered to hit
starviu,, w wife and little ones at home.
to their wretched, dirty hovel; and.
with a curse upon his lips, be again
raised his pistol—but again he refrained
from pulling the trigger. So long a:
she stood there quietly. gazing at him
with such a pitying and sympathetic
expression on her sweet pale face, he
felt unmanned and quite unable to
.had been allotted to him.
"Curse you!” he exclaimed. “I can-
not kill a woman who so bravely face!
death as you do. Shure, I thried twice
to shoot'your'childher, but you stood
between. I can't do the dirty work!"
and, with a half-stifled oath, he van-
ished in the darkness, just as steps
we eheard approaching along the cor:
ridm
It proved to be Sir Bryan himself
who was naturally smprised to see his
wife standing in the centre of the
room, gazing fixedly in the direction
of the window.
5 “It’s all light now, dear,” said he,
but receiving no answer, and observing
'.no indication on her part that she was
.[even cognizant of his presence, he
quickly,approached her, saying: “Good
God Violet, what is the matter?” Even
this exhortation produced no apparen‘
effect She remained rooted to the
:,spot staring with her large frightened
eyes st1aight in front of her, as if a:
some unseen but dreaded foe, every
vestige of color having flown from
her. face, leaving her lips pale and
bloodless. “Vi, dear, tell what is the
matter?” he said, pleadingly; “art
you ill? What has scared you so
Why is that window open? There i1
nothing there to be afraid of. Look
I will go myself and see.’ ' But direct
1y he moved towards it, she rusheé
frantically forward to inteicept him
and placed herself in such a positio1
as to shield and protect him from‘al
danger without, at the same time ex
claiming, hvste1 1cally —
“Shoot me—me—not him!” And then
overcome by all she had gone through
she tottered back and fell lunconsciou
into his arms.
‘ \i, my love, \\ but has happened i:
excite and upset you thus?” he 1.\
claimed, but the motionless form of hi:
’ wife lay still and unresponsive in bi
arms.
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VOTING FOR A POSTMlASTER.
A “’ay to Solve a. Problenl that “'il
Prove Popular. '
Huntington, New York, Republican:
have gone about naming a candid-aft
for the local Postmastership in a bus
iness-like fashion. The candidates anc‘
their friends have agreed to submi'
the question to a vote. The only vot
ers eligible are to be those Republi
cans who voted within the electior
districts of Huntington town embracec‘
within the Dostoflice district of Hunt
ington town. This includes the Second
and Third Election Districts.
Huntington politicians are profiting
by the experiences of the Democrat:
in different parts of the country, U11
der Cleveland’s first administration 1
Republican held the fat office of Post
master of Babylon the whole term
notwithstanding he sent in his,_,resig~
nation, because the local Democracy
was unable to agree on a candidate.
There is no dearth of candidates in
Huntington. Only one man can get
the place. All dogin-the—manger ta'c.
tics have been eliminated from the
race. . The man who receives the
greatest number of votes from his fel-
low-Republicans will be unanimously
recommended for the place.
To make everything fair and above-
board a committee was appointed'in
each election district to prepare and
publish an election notice. This notice
reads:
“The vote will be by ballot, and
upon each ballot will be written 01
printed the name of the person whom
the voter wishes to be appointed post‘
mast-er.”
"Of those who habitually patronize
the Huntington Post-Office, the follow-
ing will be entitled to vote:
First, All Republican voters.”
“Second, All who (whatever the-i1
past party affiliations) are willing to
declare that they are now in sympa-
thy with and approve of the political
principles or the Republican party.
William S. Funnell and Charles E.
Sammis will act as inspectors at such
election. All questions as to voting
shall be decided by. the inspectors.”
“The result: of the election will be
certified by the inspectors.”
There are a. few Republicans in the
town who contend that this election
will not settle anything. These few
object; to retiring from local politics
the question of “pull.” They prefer to
leave the question of office open to the
merf withthe strongest friends at
court. The great majority, however,
have agreed that the matter be finally
submitted to a vote and that the voice
of the Republicans thus expressed be
finaL
Noun but. the Deaf Girl Understood.
It doesn’t always pay to expressi
your inmost thought even guardedly in
the presence of deaf mates.
A devoted couple who, apparently,
had been long separated, were thrust
into each o-ther’s company at a largely
attended reception. The lady who told
the story said that: she was present‘in
company with an educated deaf girl.
displayed
fully the-thoughts that were in their
hearts by the beam upon their counte-
niuces. Suddenly the young man
drew near to the one he adored, and
said in a low tone, inaudible to those
about him, a few seemingly atl'ection-
ate words.
The deaf girl watched the proceeds
logs with intensest interest, and sud-
denly broke into a broad grin. lIer
companion inquired what it was that
amused her. She turned about so that
the couple could not see her and re-
plied:
"That man said, ‘If all these people
were not here I‘d kiss you. If they
don’t get out of the way pretty soon
I shall have to do it before them.’ The
girl replied, ‘Then I shall scream.’ ”
The deaf girl understood the words
by the motion of their lips—Boston
Evening Record.
Boundless Affection.
lie—Sometimes I wonder if you real-
ly love me.
She—As if I hadn’t proved it! Have-
.a‘t 1 called you “Dumpsy darling?”
"\Vcll?"
“And that is a-name, which, until I
met you. I 111 1d held a cred to dear lit-
tle Fido.v ’—Cincinuati Enquirer
THE ORIGINAL
Stamped u Boss u
.Always-th’e Same: :
A GIANT INZTROUBLE,
Found that Earache \‘Vasn’t So Terrlhl:
Easy to Endure. .
It was after the medical association
had adjourned the other night that the .
gruff old doctor called in several of his
professional brethren into a corner and
told his~ story.
“Never had a pleasanter case in my
life.” he chuckled. “You know what
a big, powerful fellow Sems is. Never
was sick a day, and has always dc-
rided the idea that pain was a. thing to
make such a fuss over as is made by
some people. Even his wife and chil-
dren never got any sympathy from
him, and he was always ready to give
them a going over for not displaying
more stoicism.
Tuesday morning about 2 o'clock
there was a terrific ringing at my tel-
ephone. On answering it I was urged
by an agitated voice to hurry to Some
as quickly as possible. It was a case
of life and death. Getting there post
haste, I found that great big fellow
walking the floor in his night robe,
groaning so that he could be heard .
anywhere in the block, growling out
orders to the whole household, locking
pale as a ghost, and stopping every
few minutes to hold up one foot while
he howled. His head was enveloped
in towels, and one side of it steamed
with hot poultices. He sailed into me
for not getting there sooner, said that
half the people died while waiting for
a doctor,_ jawed his wife because she
hadn’t sense enough to tell him that
he had no slippers on, and then told
her to call a lawyer so he could p11:
his affairs into shape. I vetoed this
until we found out whether there was
anything the matter.
“ ‘Anything the matter!‘ echoed
Sems. ‘Great Heavens! man, the side
of my head’s coming olf. I can’t last
till daylight in this torture. No mor-
ntal ever suffered such ageny. If you’re
going to’ do anything, do it quick. My
own opinion is that I’m done for,’ and
he let out: the loudest bowl of the
night. W'hat do you think was the
matter with the big calf? Earache;
just common, old-fashioned earalche.
IIis little girl had had it worse and
gone to school with a piece of cotton,
in her ear. I fixed him up, and then
told him if he happened to prick his
finger with a pin or bumip his shin
against a chair, not to hesitate to call
me out of bed even if there was a bliz~
zard.”—Detroit Free Press.
A High Roller.
21 country couple, newly married,
went to a Boston restaurant the other
day, and the groom called for some
wine. When asked what kind, he re-
plied:
“We want that: kind, of wine where
the cork busts out and the stuff begins
to bile and keeps on bilin’ till you get
the worth of your money.”—Boston
Post.
A Noble Resolve.
“Why,” asked the friend of the lady
from Boston, “why did she marry so
illiterate a person ?” -
“To reform him," said the other
friend of the lady from Boston. “She
told me that it should be her sacred
duty to devote her life to reclaiming
him from his habit of using the singu-
lar verb with the plural noun-.”——~Iu-
dianapolis Journal.
1 sisterly Axlmiratlon.
A 1aw Scotch lad joined the Yolun-
tours, and on the first parade day his
sister ame with is mother to See the
111gi1nent.
()11 the march- past Jock was out of
<l1 11.
“Look, mither,” said his sister,
'1l1ey‘re a’ 001: of step but our Jock!”—
.\nswers. .
Profound Profundity.
The following interesting statement
appears in the report of the Jefferson
[laboratory of President Eliot of Har--
yard; “Professor Jackson, with Mr. M.
II. lttner, finished the work upon par-
abromdimetanitrotoluol, which was
begun last year and continuecl., with
111-. H. A. Torrey the study of the de-
rivatives of chloranil, obtaining results
which throw some light upon the con-
stitution o the oxide of dibenzoyedich-
lordimethoxyquinone.”-—\'~ew York Tri-
bune. ‘
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