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A TRUE COMPANION-.1?
BY MRS. CORBET-SEYMOUR.
Mrs: Clifford said she was miserable.
There was some reason for saying so.
From her twenty-fifth year «she had
been a widow, and absolutely devoted
to the daughter who was her only
child; and now that Nina was mar-
ried and away, the blank in her moth-
er’s heart and 3.-- --"“ “-y terrible to
bear. ’ -
Worse than the fact that some one
else would now be pretty Nina’s near-
est and dearest, was that she had gone
with the young husband to India.
knowing that the absence would last
several years.
Mrs. Clifford’s
intimates condoled
forever offering their company to
luncheon, or ‘fdrOpping in” to after-
noOn tea. It was very kind and
so. But she did not feel much better or
brighter for their visits.
“I don’t know how I am to bear it!"
said the solitary woman, speaking 'her
thoughts aloud, as people learn to do
when they are much alone. “My pretty
home is becoming almost hateful to
me. Oh, Nina, Nina! I wish we could
go back to the days when you were a
little girl and needed no one but me to
make you happy.”
She said something of the sort one
afternoon to one of her most intimate
friends.
“My dear,” responded Mrs. Macfar-
lane, “you cannot live alone. You are
not the person for it.”
“But I have no one to live with me,”
exclaimed the.lady of the house. “So
far as I know, I do not possess a living
relativ%exce‘pt an old bachelor cousin.
in Devonshire whom I have only seen
occasionally.”
“Have a companion,” said Mrs. Mac-
farlane. “I know just the person for
you.”
This was a new idea. Mrs. Clifford
was not opposed to thinking it over,
and the result of these meditations was
the arrival of a spinister lady of some
,five and forty years of age and a very
plain exterior.
“So much ”better than a smart, showy
girl,” said the adviser. “Charlotte At-
kins will be quite a treasure to you.
Relieves you of housekeeping, and
everything else you do not care for. I
am so glad I thought of such a delight-
ful place! Mutually delightful, as I may
say, for the poor thing needs a borne as .
much as you need a companion."
During the first week, Mrs. Clifford
tried to imagine herself happier for the
presence of a companion in the house;
but before the end of the first month
she know that she detested it.
Miss Atkins was eminently trust-
worthy and respectable, but she was
lugubrious—and Nina had been so
bright and gay!
Then too she evidently considered
that it entered into her functions to
Sonic." with the cook, direct the house-
maid, and stand at the helm in all do—
mestic affairs. » .
Probably she was itght; but Mrs.
Clifford was not yet old enough to en—i
joy being managed for and made com-l
fortablc, and she discovered that she!
like-d best to he mistress in her ownI
domain. ‘
So Miss Atkins was discharged with
a substantial present and many ex-
pressions of regard and esteem.
Another familiar friend advised a
“nice, cheerful girl” as Mrs. Clifford‘s
companion. The daughter .of some}
respectable middle-class family who
had to com-pass self-support; not a
would-be smart and up-to—date young
lady who might become troublesome
and pretentious.
Miss Collingwood knew the “very,
girl;” would not Mrs. Clifford see her‘h
An interview could do no harm. I
So a quiet-speaking, rather timid
young person presented herself at the
appointed hour, and—more because she
was an exact contrast to Charlotte At-
kins than for any other reason—was
engaged on a month’s trial. I
What a penitential month that was,.
none but Mrs. Clifford could tell.
Jessie Dale had professed herself
musical; but her repertoire consisted
of airs from Faust, a few polkas,
waltzes, and plantation melodies,'
pounded rather than played on the
Eraed’s.-semi~grand in a style which
made any sensitive listener shudder
and look round with nervous apprehen-
sion, lest the shadowy spirit of the
composer should appear and protest.
She had said she could read aloud,
but Mrs. Clifford never ventured to put
her powers to the test after the first
evening, when the girl had hurried
breathlessly through a column of the
daily paper, with less intelligence than
the average gray parrots. "
And then in the matter of converse?
tion it was “Yes, Mrs. Clifford,” and
“No, Mrs. Clifford," varied by “Oh,
Mrs. Clifford," or “Do 'you think so,
Mrs Clifford?” until the owner of the
name took refuge in silent longing for
the .clock to strike an ’hour at which
she might reasonably suggest that her
companion must, he weary and would
likelto retire to bed.
_“A very geod giri‘, I have nothing‘at
all to say against her, my dear Miss
Collingwood. But she does not suit
me and I really cannot rc-engage her
for a second month." .
The third suggestion came from a
bright girl, "“" 6-" ‘ '
-Zirza’s former com-
rades. - .
“Oh, you poor, dear, dull creature!”
she said, coming in one day to find the
mistress of the pretty draWing-room
sitting in dejection amidst her. house-
hold gods. “You ought not to live here
all alone. It is too wretched."
“I must learn to bear it,”\ replied
Mas. Clifford with a smile and asigh.
“I have tried"a"m’iddie¢aged:pa:id com-
panion, and also a young_one.- And"
\
'my conclusion, Milicent, is this—soil.
tude is better than uncon‘genial socie-
ty.” - ~
“But have a companion who is con—
genial,” cried Milicent. “Have a. nice
dog! You need not laugh,” she added i
quickly. ' “I know by experience that?
there’s nothing to come near to a. dog’s i
faithfulness and sympathy. And the
dear creatures seem to understand your
moods, and they are quiet when you
want to be quiet, and gay when you are
in good spirits.”
Mrs. Clifford shook her head.
“If Nina Were here, it would be quite 1
another matter. »I should not like the
trouble of a. dog.”
“But the sort of a'dog I mean would
be no trouble, only a. pleasure," per—
sisted Milicent. “He would take you
0u=t—-_-—~—” ’
“Take me out!” interi'upted her
" friend. “One of my objections when you
mentioned the idea was that I should
have to take him." ‘
“Quite a mistake. And, he wouldn’t.
bore yOu with stupid conversation; yet
When you liked to talk to him he would
enjoy it and understand perfectly.”
“My dear Milicent,” and now the
melancholy lady was actually laughing.
“I shall begin to think that like the
friend who recommended Miss Atkins,
and the other tnend who persuaded me
to try Jessie Dale, you are going to say
you know just the companion for me.”
“Yes, I do!” Milicent laughed too. “I
shall bring him round to-morrow
morning; would about ten o’clock be
too Soon? He won’t- have to go back
and pack up like an uninteresting
biped. If you are pleased with his
manners and appearance, he will be
Quite ready to enter upon his duties at
once.” -‘
So, for a third time,’Mrs. Clifford
suffered herself to be persuaded into a
rather half-hearted assent.
Next day Milicent Darrell arrived; so
did Tony.
He was a. fine deer hound, with a
pensive face and excellent manners;
and he—like the bulk of human be-
ings—had a story attached to him.
For the first four years of his life he
had belonged to a young officer; those
were the years devoted to his educa-
tion, and he had learned a few tricks
which he put from him as childish
folly when he was older.
Tony had taken his master’s depart-
ure for foreign service greatly to heart,
but had become consoled by the care
and attention of the maiden aunt to
whom Captain Crawford confided his
favorite. '
The dog had slept in her room at
night and sat by her side all day, grow-
ing dejected if she absented herself
even for a half—hour. His distress was
pitiable when she died suddenly. For
the days that the coffin remained in the
house, Tony kept watch beside it: after
the funeral he was seeking his lost
mistress in every room in the house,
and then disappeared. After- some
hours he was found lying on her grave
in silent misery.
Miss Crawford had charged her maid
to see to "form, shamd anything befall
.lel'. :1 ,
But the girl was on the point of mar-
rying a rising young shopkeeper, and,
though she took the dog with her to
her new home, hard times began for
the poor fellow Who had been a pet.
He grew to understand that he was not
wanted, and took to rambling in the
street, only turning in at night to the
mat on the kitchen floor which was at
his disposal. His owners left him to
get food as he could, and Tony——being
a dog of discrimination—had scraped
acquaintance with two or three kindly
people who gave him scraps, besides
calling at a butcher’s shop where trim-
mings from the meat were often be-
stowed ‘on him. Still he had come
down in the world, and was greatly to
' be pitied. . -
“I would have bought him myself,-
only I have four dogs already and
mother won’t let me bring in another,”
explained Milicent. “But as soon as I
saw your mourning face yesterday, I
felt sure that Tony was just the com-
panion you needed, and I went for him
and made a bargain directly I had fin-
ished breakfast. Oh, these people were
glad enough to be rid of him—what
do they want with a dog like
him? A yelping our to run out and meet
. every one who comes into the shop is
more in their line. I gave a mere trifle
for this dear fellow, and you will ac-
cept him, won't‘you? and let him make
you happy.”
“I can’t refuse you or him either, as
he has had such a sad time since his
prosperous youth. And I will try and
make him happy, though I fail to see
exactly what he can do for my benefit,
Miiicent.” _
,“I, will come in again next Week,”
said the girl, rising. “I shall expect to
hear that nothing would induce you to
change your third companion.”
Eight days passed away, during
whiten Tony and his mistress became
mutually attached. The dog’s very
presence was a comfort; the silent
thrusting of his nose into her hand
when she felt dreary and dispirited,
seemed to say, “You are not alone; you
have Tony.” He could not respond in
words, but he listened with an air of
intelligence when Mrs. Clifford talked
to him; he could not bore her with
senseless remarks after the fashion of
Jessie Dole.
“Miliceut,” she exclaimed, as one af-
ternoon the maid threw open the draw—
ing-room door and announced Miss
Darrell, “you were a most sensible ad-
viser. Tony is the ideal companion for
me, and my other experiments were
mere mistakes.” -
W‘ashing ton , the
Willie—{’51, was ,
Father of his country? gf
Mr. Reed—He was. my sod. 3,,
Willie—Then he was the stepfathe.
of the Constitution, wasn’the? My his-
tory says the Constitution w :‘lsadopt-g
Eds-New York Journal, '. _ .
,
NEW ,YORK
Special Correspondence.
fi’hile it is true thatno- man is in-
dispensable, there are some men ‘who
cannot well be replaced. The late An-
ton
interpreter of Wagner since the death
of the composer iimself, with whom
he once had close persona relations. As
a conductor in Wagnerian opera Mr..
.Scidl gave much of his attention to the
more delicate characteristics of the
score, and avoided anything in the na-
ture of coarseness in the stormiest pas-
sages. He died in his prime at the age‘
of forty-eight. His last work was to
engage in the organization of a perma-
nent orchestra. for. New York, and
funds to support it for several years
had already been guaranteed.
Asphalt Kept Dry.
‘ ..The bicycle riders ‘in NeW‘York have
made an energetic and apparently suc—
roessful effort to have-a Strip of each
asphalted streetgleft dry for their ac-
commodation. V‘i’et asphalt is a great
nuisance to the wheelmen, and also to
the horseman, because of its slipperi-
ness; butdry asphalt, under the con-
ditions prevailing- in most .American
cities, is an equal, if not greater nui-
sance to the citizens generally. Dust
vies easily over its smooth surface, and
arises in annoying clouds upon every
disturbance. There is a Judicious me-
dium by observing which the asphalt
can be kept damp but not wet, and in
this condition it is good for footmen,
wheelmen and horsemen alike.
Thursdays in Brooklyn.
Traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge takes
an unusual direction on 'Thursday
evenings, when a crowd of unusually
large proportions sets out toward the
Manhattan side. This Brooklyn con—
tingent is concerned with a matter no
less important than dinner. Thursdays
and Sundays are critical days in the
existence of every. Brooklyn family.
Then the “girl”—as the present eleva-
tion of her position requires her to be
called-goes out.rThat means that din-
ner goes out with her and it must be
sought. So the patient procession of
hungry Brooklynites starts toward
New York and scatters itself among
the uptown restaurants. There are not
many restaurants in Brooklyn, and the
citizens who are obliged to search for
dinner abroad prefer to make the trip
to New York and combine scmc.fes-
tivit'y with the necessity of the occa-
sion. It is on Thursday and Sunday
nights that those Brooklyn clubs which
provide table (l’hotes are most crowd—
ed. and their liberality in admitting
women to the club restaurants is said
to be due to‘tlzc strictncss of the an-
cillary outings. It certainly sends a
small crowd to New York as surely as
the apostles walk around the Strass-
burg clock whenever the hour strikes.
Sngc’s Disscxlislluztinn.
Such hustc'has been made by" that
ever admirable patriarch, Mr. Russell
Sage, to express his dissatisfaction with
the offers of the Rapid Transit Com—
mission, tlint it is not unfair, perhaps:
to suspect the existence of some appre-
hension on his part lest the other Mun-
hattan directors should be disposed to
give the proffered franchises careful, if
not favorable, consideration. Mr. Sage.
of course, is opposed on principles to
the spending of money for any purpose
whatever, his ideal corporation being
one with receipts as large as possible
and no expenses at all; Itgis not prob-
able that he expects even the- elevated
railway to attain-this degree of per—
'fection, but he has keptkthe lofty mark
ever before the eyes of its managers,
and naturally objects to a plan which
plainly hints that public convenience
and interest must be put almost on a
level with the dividends of stockhold-
ers. This is a view which several of
the Manhattan directors have shewn
a disposition of late to take, and Mr.
Sage can hardly be blamed for getting
in an anticipatory argument against
any such weak yielding to popular
clamor. .He is well advanced in years,
and prospective profits have no such
attraction for him as do those which
are immediate. Extensions of the ele-
vated road into parts of the trans-Har-
lem ,region where vacant lots still
abound do not promise instant returns,
and therefore he opposes them. His
partners in this business of selling
pink tickets are younger, and it is just
possible that his arguments will be no
more impressive when uttered in the
board room than they are 'whenprinted
in the newspapers.
Change of Editors.
Henry Dumars has resigned the edi-
torship of the "Criterion, his successor
being J. I. Clarke, who has won an ac—
knowledged position in the profession.
He was at one time on the Herald, af-
ter which he was managing editor of
the Journal, and hence is well fitted for
his present position. Thegpring brings
many removals, in which ‘journalism
bears its share, and Outlook has left its,
narrow office in Astor- place for better
accommodations in Fifth avenue.
Hearst also, it‘ is said, wants more
room for the Journal, and this led to
the report that he had bought Ham-
merstein’s opera house. He would no
doubt like to purchase‘somewhere, for
all the leading newspapers own the
buildings they occupy, which gives
them great advantage. Pulitzer's
building proves a fine investment, not-
withstanding its enormous cost. He
paid $600,000 for the land and then
erected a half-million sky Scraper, but
the latter brings such an enormous in-
come that the World may be said who
rent free, while the Journal is under a.
rent of $10,000"‘a._ year and perhaps,
more.
fices that'all the paper occupies isvfree.
Bennett, however, did not desire any
tenants in the“ new Herald Building,
and he is thus an‘exception to all other
.wspaper. mén, the - Herald Building
eulbeing the only one in the city
ply devoted to: the panes.
- .' CYRU§
ruckus,-
(LETTER? -
Scldl was undoubtedly the greatest '
. that one had been left behind.
The Tribune Association also",
has such a benefit'from' the rent of of’-'
Apoe THAT couw'counn 5|
Slie'f‘b'ns Blind butfiKneiii‘Vhen 0119.0!
"Her Puppies \Yas Missing. .
In the instance\-dbout"' o be given. ‘_
'I think that thcdogg:y£1ced an ab-
s‘ract idea of numbed or else showed '» .'
phenomenal powers (fibservationjand
discrirririnatibn. The animal in question, _
a. high-bred Collie, received an injury' '
a. year or so ago through which she '
became permanently and totally blind.‘
Recently she gave birth to a. litter of
six puppies, all of which‘were uniform
in size and in markings. Immediately
after the birth of the puppies, the dog’s
owner had mother and young removed
from the dark cellar in which they then
were, and carried to a. warm and well-
Venhilated room in his stables. In the
darkness of the cellar one Of the pup-
pies was overlooked and left-behind.
‘ As soon as the mother entered the box
in‘} which her young had been placed.
she proceeded to examine them-nosing
them about and licking chem. Sud-
denly she appeared to become, very
much disturbed about something; she
jumped out of the box and then jumped
back again, nosing the puppies as be-
fore. Again she jumped from the box
and then made her way toward the cel-
lar, followed by her astonished owner,
who began to have an inkling as to.
what disturbed her. She had counted
her young ones, and had discovered
Sure-
enough, the abandoned puppy was soon
found and carried in. triumph to the
new home.
So astonished was the gentleman at
this blind creature’s intelligence that he
removed another puppy and held, it in
:his arms.- It was not long befor the
blind mother showed Iher distress so
plainly that her lost young tile whs re-
stored to her, whereupon" shg. lay down
in the box and gave herself’u'p to the '
chief function of maternity, suckling
her young—Lippincottjs Magazine.
' HOW SARDlNlAN WOMEN DRESS.—
Some of the People Wear Gorgeous COI-
tumes Handed Down for Generation!-
The women of Sardinia are described
by a visitor to that island as being of
,Xfegant figure and graceful carriage,
with large black eyes, dark hair and
brunette complexion. They dress in
~very much the same style as women
in other parts of civilized Europe, ex-
cept that there is not the same extreme
haste to adopt the latest fashion. The
wives and daughters of the farmers
and tradesmen, by the gorgeousness of
their'costumes, amply compensate for
the simplicity of dress among the up-
per classes; and at their religious fetes
and other festivals, when they appear
in gala dress, they present a. wonderful
spectacle. These costumes are a sort
of family heirloom, handed 'down from
mother to daughter and treasured as
highly as heriditary jewels or ancestral
portraits. The fashion never changes,
and instead of feeling ashamed of being
seen in the same dress at two different
entertainments, they glory in its an-
tiquity and in the number of occasions
on which it has been worn. The cos-
tumes of the women vary greatly in
different parts of Sardinia. In some
districts, a small black jacket, open in
front, is worn over a very short
bodice of bright colored silk and bro-
cade, which is loosely laced before and
out rather low; there are," apparently
no corsets. The petticoat’ is of light
brown cloth, very full, and between it
and the bodice is a sort'Of neutral
ground of protruding garment, which
by no means adds to the general '
beauty of the toilet. , ‘
Yaos and Maugunjos.
Both are interesting types of African
primitivetraces. The Yale, mostly men
of splendid physique, are a strong and
warlike race, in past times a. standing
terror to their Weaker neighbors.» Their
original home was in tile mountains
east of Lake Nyasa, whence, in 1861,
they poured down like'locusts and “ate .
up” the country now glsnown as the
Shire Highlands. They now dwell
peacably side by side with the Mang-
anja, though looking down on the lat-
ter in something of the spirit in which
Rob Roy regarded the Glasgow bur-
gesses.
A good many years ago the first man-
ager of the African Lakes Company
was giving a magic lantern address to
a. mixed audience of both races, and
took oc‘casion,‘ While explaining a pic-
ture 3f angels, to dilate on the pros-
pect of heaven. The ,Yao part of the ,
audience listened to the description,
and then inquired whether there would
beeny Mang'anj-a there too. “Cert-airi-
ly," was the reply, “if they love God
and obey His laws.” “Then,” said the
aristocrats with one voice, “we do not
wish to go there.”——Good Words.
Could Not be Returned.
This is one of the yarns of childhood.
Six-year-old Tommie ,was sent by his
eldest sister to the coi'rner grocery to
buy'a pound of lump sugars He played
allies on his way to the store, and by
the time he arrived (there hehad for—
gotten what kind of sugar he was sent
for. So he took homea pound of the,
granulated article. Hispeldest, sister
sent him back to rthe‘store to get lump
sugar. After the proprietor of the gro-
cery had made the change for the lit-
tle lad 'he engaged Tommie in conver-
sation. , . ‘
“Tommie,” he said, “I understand
there is a. new. member of your family.” .
“Yes, sir,” replied 1: kid, “I’Ve got
-a. little , brother.”
~ “Well, ,how.d_o you like that, hey?" ‘
lnquired'vthe gnoceryman. ‘_
”DOn't like it at all,” said, Tommie; '
“rather have a little sister.”
“Then, why don’t you change him,
Tommie?”
“Well;.we. would if. we. could; but I
don’t suppose , we mean. You see, We
have-usedahim foundays now!"—,Wash-fi i
ington ‘Star.
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