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TAMMANY’S POSITION.
Leader Sheehan Denies the Statement!
Made In an Alleged Interview.
New York, July 13. —'-,“I believe thor-
oughly in the doctrines of the Chicago
platform. I stand just where I stood
in the campaign of last year, and I have
no apology to make for taking this po-
sition.”
This declaration was made with
strong emphasis by John C. Sheehan,
leader of Tammany Hall, in conversa-
tion with a reporter today. He was
aroused to make this statement by a
report in The Sun of today to the effect
that J. F. Durlacher, a. leader of the
Bryanite Progressive league, had put
him (Sheehan) through a typewritten
examination 1"cga1ding the p sition of
Tammany and had obtained from him
answers defining fully the course to be
pursued by Tammany next fall.
“Durlacher submitted no questions to
me,” said Mr. Sheehan. , “If he had at-
tempted to catechise me, he 1w" '1d have
left my office with a very s01;'feeling.
The whole story is a fake except the
one statement that I stand by the Chi-
cago platform. The last time I saw
Durlacher he reported to me the prog-
ress of his league, but he made no at-
tempt to put me through an examina-
tion. I told him that I was still a thor—
ough believer in the principles for
which we fought last year and that I
had no intention of going back on
them. I did not tell him, as The Sun
says, What kind of a platform Tam-
many will adopt next fall, or whom it
will nominate. I do not make Tam-
many’s platforms or select its candi-
dates. The Tammany organization will
make the platform, and I could not say
just What it will be even if I desired to
give the information. I can speak only
for myself in this matter, and I repeat
what I have said to Durlacher and oth-
ers—namely, that I stand by the Chi-
cago platform and will continue inhlo
so long as it is the platform of the
Democratic party.’
A part of Durlacher’s story was to
the effect that Sheehan had given or-
ders to the Tammany members of the
legislature last winter to do no favors
for the corporations controlled by ex-
Governor Flower and William C. Whit-
ney because these gentlemen would not
support the Chicago platform. Mr.
Sheehan said that this statement and
the rest of The Sun story, with the ex-
ception mentioned, were false.
No Session of the House.
Washington, July 13. —e')n account of
the death of Senator Harris, as soon
as the journal had been read the house
on motion of Mr. Moon (Dem.) of Ten-
nessee, as a mark of respect to the
memery of the deceased sentor sus-
pended business until tomorrow noon.
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'Rock a bye, baby;
ROCK A BYE, BABY.
Rock a bye. baby: in the tree t0p.
When the 11 ind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough br‘ca .15. the cradle will fall,
Down tumble baby, and cradle, and all.
Rock a bye. baby; the meadows in bloom;
Laugh at the sunbeams that dance in the room
Echo the birds with your own baby tune,
Coo in the sunshine and flowers of June,
Rock a. bye, baby: a: softly it. swings,
Over thy cradle the mother love sings;
Brooding o1 cooingaf. even or (lawn,
What. will it. do when the mother is gone ?
Rock a bye. baby; so cloudless the skies,
Blue as the depths of your own laughing eyes
Sweet is the lullaby over your nest,
That tenderly sings little baby to rest.
Rock a bye, baby; the blue eyes will dream
S wee! est. when mamma’s eyes over them bean:
Never again will the world seem so fair—-
Sleep, little bird, there are clouds' in the air.
Rock a bye, baby; the blue eyes will burn,
And ache with that your manhood will learn
Swiftly the years come with sorrow and care.
With burd . ns the 11 ea dimpled shoulders
must bear.
Rock a bye. baby; there’s coming a day
Whose sorrow a mother's lips can’t. kiss away
Days when its song will change to a. moan:
Crosses that, baby must bear all alone.
Rock a bye. baby; the meadow’s in bloom,
May never the frosts pall the beauty in gloom
Be thy world ever b1 ight as to-day it is seen.
t'hy cradle is green.”
-—-R. J. Burdette, in Hawkeye.
NELL’S GUARANTEE.
BY LEIGH FORD.
“A disappointment connected with
something near your heart, and—4191
me see.”
She turned the cards up meditative?
ly on the shining oak table and put
her hands to her head in a pretty af-
fectatiou of wisdom.
“That means love,” laying her finger
on the five of hearts, “eternal love—the
love of some woman. It looks like an
old friend, and she runs in hearts, I
think. Yes, she is quite light; can you
place her?”
“As far as coloring goes,” he laughed,
“I know any number of light women;
yourself, for instance.”
“Oh! I’m not in it;-my hair is too
yellow. This one is more of a demi-
blonde, something like Miss Maitland,
bronze hair and blue eyes.”
“My dear girl, Miss Maitland isn’t
blonde at all; if you can’t do better
than that for me, I’ll' throw up the
whole concern.”
She smiled and ran off a few more
cards, counting every third one in quite
a professional manner. -
“Well, if it’s not Miss Maitland,”
shaking her head, “you will have to
fill in the name yourself. There is the
ace of spades; that’s bad luck, and a
death, and—oh! there’s your Wish.
Have you made a wish?”
He shook his head.
“You didn’t tell me.”
“Well, I tell you now; make it right
away, and a good one too, for I believe
it’s going to come true.”
“But,” he protested, leaning forward
and resting his arms on the table, “if I
make such an important one, I want a
guarantee; are you prepared to give it
to me?”
“Don’t be absurd, Jack; this is seri-
ous; now wish something good.”
“Must I tell you what it is?”
“No,” doubtfully. “You won‘t have
to, but'you can if you want to.”
“Well—I will tell you if I get it;
now, mind, this is very important.”
“Select three cards then. Does it
concern a woman?”
“Yes.”
“I might have known it.
or dark?”
“That would be telling.”
“Oh! You are too provoking,” petu-
lantly picking up the cards. “it would
serve you right if I said you didn’t get
your old wish at all.”
“But you won’t do that?”
“Be still. I will if you don’t let go
of my hands. See! You are making
me drop all the car’ds.
“Nonsense! I’ 11 help you pick them
up. Just tell me if I get my 11isl1. ”
“\Vell, I’ll see. There’s that ten of
diamonds and the deuce, and-21h! the
ace of hearts. You will have it sure;
but there is a little disappointment just
at first. I see—dear me, Jack! What
are you doing? Let go my hands.”
“Not until you have given me a guar.
antee for my wish.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean—oh! well, you have known
it all along. You are my wish. No,
no, don’t move. Come, dear, be serious
with me for once.”
“But I don-’t'want to be serious,”
she cried, trying to draw away from
him; “you have spoiled all my fortune.
Look! Here I see 'a gift coming.”
“What do I care for the cards, or
anything else in the world but you?
Come, Nell! Give me an answer. You
must have some kindness in your heart
for me, your old friend.”
“That’s it,” she whispered faltering-
ly, for the first time letting her eyes
meet his. “We are such friends. I
have known you all my life—l—” rub-
bing her hand on the table nervously,
“I am fonder of you than almost any
one; but how can I tell if that is love?
Jack, dear, can’t we go on in the old
Way? I don‘t want to marry.” Ier
fingers closed pleadingly. “Why should
we spoil it by getting married?"
He'made a quick, impatient gesture.
“Oh, yes! I know it is different with
men, but I would be contented to live
on just as we are for years. \i’hy,\see?
We would never know what it was to
tire of each other. We would not have
all the romance brushed oif our love
by the monotonous intimacy of mar-
ried life. We would have all of the
delight with none of the despair. I
don’t know Why marriage should be
regarded as the height and pinnat'le of
earthly bliss. It seems to me it is the
one great institution that destroys
love.” '
She gave a restless sigh, and let her
chin sink into the soft palms of her
hands.
He stood looking. at her a moment,
his heart smothered with pain and
longings and love. Then he leaned
Is she light
1 to baby.”——Chicago Record.
slowly forward, and took both he1
hands from her face, and held them “ir
the firm clasp 'of his.
_ “Nell, dear,” he said, softly. “Yor
talk this way because you. don’t know
what love is. Why, do you suppose
for a moment that mere pleasant com.
panionship would satisfy a man who
loved you? He would only be half a.
man to accept what you suggest. As
for me, I cannot go on with our friend'-
ship. I will not take a crust when 1
have asked for bread. You cannot
help it, dear, and I must drop out of
youi life and live my own as best 1
may.”
He dropped her hands, and turning
away began to finger mechanically the
little string that regulated the lamp,
until, the'flame began to flicker and
finally went out.
“I beg your pardon—J have a match
—I can light it again,” he muttered,
hastily.
She 11 atched him in silence as he
st111ck a light, and 11- ith a steady hand
once more sent a soft glow over the
room.
Her eyes traveled to his face, with
the light shining full upon it. It was
strangely still. She felt a peculiar lit-
tle fluttering sensation in her throat.
“Jack,” she whispered, fai‘tcringly.
He turned in a sudden passion, and,
catching both her hands, drew her to
him—so near that" his white face was
almost touching hers.
She did not move, but a deep flush
crept over his tanned cheeks, and his
arms tightened convulsively. The
force of his clasp crushed and hurt
her. 5 face came nearer, nearer;
their breaths mingled; then, with a
sharp exclamation he loosened his hold
—so quickly, so suddenly, that she al-
most fell backward.
“Eorgive me,” he muttered hoarsoly;
“don’t speak to me. Good-night. Say
good-night to your mother, too.”
He pulled aside the curtain [with a
rough hand, and stepped into the hall.
She could hear 11111: getting into his
coat. Her hands were still fingering
the cards. From tiie'force of habit she
turned three up. Her eyes fell upon
them as they lay under the lamp-light.
A mistake—uhe was getting his cane
now. A—the dour was opening—a
heartache. She felt the cool night
wind on her neck and turned slightly;
then there was the sound of the clos-
ing door echoing through the silent
house—a mistake.
Her eyes clung to the cards. They
seemed to mock her. She stretched
her arms out blindly toward the door
and tried to call his name; her lips did
not move.
Then in a frenzy of pain she scat;
tered the cards on the table. Her eyes
fell suddenly upon one. She snatched
it recklessly from the pack, and rush-
ing into the hall, fiung the door wide
open.
“Jack, Jack?” she panted.
He was half way down the steps,
and as he paused and turned toward
her, she impulsively turned and threw
the card at his feet. He stooped won-
deri-ngly and, raising it, held it up to
the light.
It was the five of hearts.
“Nell!” he cried, springing up the
steps.
A sudden flutter of nervousness
swept over her, and, With a throb of
fear, she slammed the door tight; but
he knocked heavily against the panels.
“Nell—Nell, open! What do you
mean ?” 5
The door did not move.
“Sweetheart!”
There was a little uncertain turning
of the knob, and a crack of light ap-
peared. Crushing through it, he
caught the slight, trembling form in
his arms.
“Nell—Nell,
mean?”
“I mean,” her words falling spas-
modically from her lips, “I mean—that
I want to give you my—guarantee.”—
New York Truth.
open—what do you
ANatural
Yawning is one of Nature‘s remedies
for a certain condition of internal af-
fairs. Yawning exercises all the
muscles of respiration and the lungs.
Yawning is a natural massage for the
organs of respiration. Yawning re-
lieves pain caused by accumulations
of wax in the ear. Yawning is about
the only means of exercising those
muscles over which the will has no
control. It answers the same purpose
for the muscles of the e:11',tlmoat, nose
and chest that stretching does for the
muscles of the legs.
Remedy.
Popular Sentiment.
English Traveller—“Thy did the
Americans think so much of Grant,
when he said “Let us have peace?”
Cosmopolite-For the same reason
that they thought so much of Clevei
land when he said “Let us have war!”
All you have to say to an American is
“Let us have somet‘hing”—no matter
what—«and he is right with you. ——l\ew
York Journal.
Not in The Dictionary.
Teacher. “What word are you look.-
ing for, Brown?"
Thad Brown. “Why, teacher, you
wanted to know wh? .t a 1" ocean would
be called who pe 11.11-: is a brave act.
Now, a man 1121' acts brna ely is a
hero, but I can't find the 1. 0rd for a
brave woman.”
Teacher. “What is the word?” .
Thad: “Shero; but it’s not in the
dictionary.”
Out. of the Mouths of Babes.
Moth-er (angrilfl—Lthel, if you don’t
i‘gown is that it may be constructed on
'itlie most girlish- and youthful princi-
sit still I’ll punish you. W’hy can’t;
you be patient? , ii
Ethel—’Cause I ’spsctg- 13'» just ag
hard for me to be 13a:_ent,mamma,/as
it is for you. —Truth. .. .
"nouise, two-thirds of every healthy
infant’s life should be spent'in sleep."
“\Vell, don't tell me about it; go talk‘
THE EVENING. GAZETTE
TAFFETA SILK MUCH WORN.
Gray :1 Popular Color for Those to “mom
it. is Becoming.
(By Special Arrangement with the NY. Sun.)
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(it? .-l 11).;1911t of fasnion is the fertile
inmginati 11 of the
who meet the demands for variety ir
sununer dresses with amazing ubii
it:.. The results are more charming
than ever this season, since there are
no cxtieme exaggerations in The out-
lines,
and anything in decoration
is brcomiug and in good taste
.-.vl~..':'. Such a condition in the af-
' (.1' fashion helps out the scheme
of individuality in dress, which is al-
ways one of the secrets of success. It
is necessary that the cut and finish of
the skirt should give it the effect of
radiating out from the waist, and es-
sential that the sleeves should be
close fitting, with some sort of small
puif or narrow frills at the top, but' the
bodice will admit of eveiy possible va-
riation that fancy can devise, and still
hold its own in the rank of fashion.
Suit the style of costume to the figure
is a safe rule when fashion furnishes
such a variety in styles.
Taffeta silks are very much worn,
and one of the fads of the season is to
have a black taffeta skirt trimmed
with lace-edged. rufiies or rows of vel-
vet ribbons, and two or three waists to
make variety. One for evening may
be made of black net or chifion over a
color, and another of the silk trimmed
to match the skirt and brightened with
color at the neck and vest. Sashes of
the silk finished on the edges with a
frill of lace or a rufi‘le of silk are worn
with these gowns.
Harmonies in white and gray are
very popular with those who find this
delicate tint becoming, and a very
pretty gown is made of pale gray can-
vas, lined with gray and himmed with
white satin, covered with vellow lace,
arranged in the form of a vest, and
11211'1'011 epaulette collar. Yellow Mal
tese lace is much used for this pur-
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FlVE-YEAR-OLD HERO.
He Felt Sure His Papa Would Help film
When He Called.
Charles Kornfel‘d: the five-year-old
son of Henry Kornfeld, living at No.
6316 South Broadway, St Louis, owes
his rescue from drowning in a well in-
to which he fell to his own presence of
mind and bravery in the face of great
danger. He and his older brother,
Henry, were tossing a bean bag in the
back yard at their home, when the bag
rolled under the porch and d1opped
down into a sort of cellar. Little Char-
ley crawled under the steps and clam-
bered down into the cellar after the
plaything. There was an old well
there of the existence of which none of
the family knew. It was covered with
sheet iron, which was rusted bad-1y.
When the little boy stepped on it it
gave way, and he fell almost thirty
feet, striking the water, which was
about ten feet deep. He sank, but
coming to the surface again 1112
clutched a rock which protruded from
the wall, and as soon as he could get
the water out of his mouth began to
call “Papa, papa!"
His older brother had heard him
fall and ran into the house, crying,
Mamma, Charley fell in the cellar!”
Mrs. Kornfeld sent a messenger for
her husband, who was in a store near
by. and then ran to the yard. She tore
away the steps, and saw what had
happened. She ran for a rope, and just
as she got back her husband came.
He climbed down to the well and
poured in. He could distinguish the
upturned face of his child and see his
little hands clinging to the rock.
“Papa, I want out; I failed down
here!” came from the darkness of the
well.
Mr. Kornfeld saw at once that if he
attempted to climb down after the
child he would be likely to knock
loose stones down on 111111 and kill him.
A realization of the child's awful po-
sition made him sick at heart. The
rope was the only hope. With awful
misgivings he threw it down into the
well and called in the most composed
tone he could command: “Now, Char-
ley, wrap this around your wrist, and
hold on to it.” 1
The little left hand reached out and
took the rope, and'while Charley kept
himself above the water with his right
on the rock be wrapped the rope
around his arm, just as a man would.
“I’ve got it, papa,” he called, peering
up at his father.
Mr. Kornfeld began pulling the rope
up. Charley waited until it was taut,
and then took his right hand from the
rock to which he had been clinging
and caught the rope with it. Slowly
and carefully Mr. Piornfeld drew the
precious weight to the top, and at last
clasped the brave boy in his arms—
saved. The boy was badly frightened
and was almost strangled by water,
but was otherwise not hurt—Globe:
Democrat.
A Large Inkpot: _
The largest inkpot I ever knew
(writes a correspondent to Scraps) was
used by one of the innumerable minor.
poets of Scotland. It exactly held
thirty gallons—surely enough to write
miles of poetry with. This particular
poet used to be employed in a large-
drysaltery warehouse, where one of
his many duties was to superintend the
making of ink. It had to be kept boil-
log all the night; so the poet mended
the fire, stirring the seething liquid,
composed immortal verse to champ
and delight mankind, and wrote the
same on sugar paper with lzot ink
from a thirty- gallon pot. —-H.11'pe1" 5
Round_ Table.
THE STRANGEST DINNER. ‘
it Which the Wheat in the Bread and a}.
Wine Were Hundreds of Years Old.
Perhaps the most remarkable dinner
on record was that given by an anti-
quary named Goebel, in the: city of
Brussels. ' ,
At the dinner were apples that
ripened more than 1,800 years ago,
tread made from wheat grown before
:he children of Israel passed through
the Red Sea, and spread with butter
that was made when Elizabeth was
Queen of England. The repast was
washed down with wine that was old
when Columbus was playing with the
Joys of Gwenoa
The apples Were from an earthen
[ar taken from the ruins of Pompeii.
[‘he wheat was taken from a chamber
11 one of the pyramids, the butter
lrom a stone shelf in an old well in
Scotland, where for several centuries
.t had lain in an earthen crock in icy'
. water, and the wine was recovered.
from an old vault in the city of Co
rinth. _ ‘
There were six guests at the table,
1nd each. had a mouthful of the bread
and a teaspoonful of the win-e, but
was permitted to help himself bounti‘
fully to the butter, there being sev-
eral pounds of it. The apple-jar held
about two-thirds of a gallon. The
fruit was sweet, and as finely flavored
as if it had been preserved but a few
months. ,
WHITTIER’S PET doc. ii
‘I
lie Thought the Song, Robin Adair, was a ,
Tribute to Himself. l
\Iany good men have not disdained
-'.o lavish their attentions upon domes;
tic pets. The gentle (at has had many
admirers. Cowper has left a circum-
stantial account of his hares. The an-
:ient he rmits were great lovers of an-:
mals. 1111.1 the fawn of St. Giles and,
:lic robin that built in the head of St. 3
Karilct‘ have been remembered in theirl
iegends. live-11 practical Benjamin
Tranklin did not disdain to writeran’
apitaph for the pet squirrel of his'
i1'iend,and the instances of famous;
nen who 111112 loved pet dogs are Well?
iigh countless. Whittier was one of,
hose. On a certain occasion he was:
rutertaining a celebrated singer. A};
er dinner she sang the beautiful bala
ad of “Robin Adair.” She had hardly
)egun before Mr. thittier’s pet dog
:ame into the room, and, seating him-'
zelf by his side, watched her as if fas?
:innated. When she finished, he came
1nd put his paw very gravely into her
mud and. licked her cheek. “Roblinf
:akes that as a tribute to himself,Ӥ
said Mr. Whittier, “he is also 11031.n-
Adair!” It was true. That was the
i-o'g’s name, and he evidently thought
he was the hero of the song. From
that time he was the singer’s devoted
friend. )2
The Very Man for the Place. .,
“I am certain that I would suit you
is confidential clerk,” said he to the
nresident of the great t1'.ust
“What are your qualifications?”
1sked the magnate. 5;
“Mv wife says that I am the most
:orgetful man on earth, Sir”
“Then I will try you, but bear in
mind that the minute you, remember
111y'chiug your usefulness .to us
:eases.”—New York Journal.
“Have you ‘Bunyan’s Progress?’ ”
1sked the young lady who believes in
arevity. .1
"I u-ster have, Miss,” replied the
blushing book clerk, “but I stopped ’em
vith Dr. Cornfield’s dis illed extract of.
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