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GARDEN MEMORIES.
A gm den old stretches down toward the sea,
The flowers untended, the wild thorns growing.
The sun burns hot, and the wind from the lea
Now and again is restlessly blowing:
Trying to wake inthis land of death
Some song of the past; a scentlcss breath
Of laughing roses, and lips so fair,
And sunbeams playing ‘mid golden hair
The oleanders lie withered and broken,
From the thicket hard by comes no thrush‘s song.
Would a ghost not rise if a word be spoken.
Or a step resound the dark alleys along?
A ghostly hand full of fair withered (lowers
Scattering its burden pale in showers.
Like sea foam driven upon the wave.
To cover a long forgotten grave.
The sun and the wind and the rain conic thither
To the garden old that stands by the sea;
The flowers drcaiii and blossom and wither.
And the wild liawk hovers over the ion.
But a fair head sleeps in the bosom of death.
The red lips will never again draw breath.
All are at rest now; naught left to show
The love and the. sorrow of long ago.
—Janet Ross.
CAUGHT IN HIS owl TRAP.
“Oh, Phil, look at that oar!" said little
Arthur to his cousin. several years older than
himsclf.
“l‘i'hat’s the matter with the oar!"
“Broken—don’t you see?"
Arthur pointed to the our in Phil’s hand,
which looked, as we all know an oar or stick
riot-s. as if it were broken just where it on-
tci'uri the water.
"Ah, I see!" said Phil, always delighted at
getting a litt e joke on any one. “What a
pity! And—just look at the other one!”
“Broken, too!” exclaimed Arthur, in great
astonishment and dismay. "Why, 110w strange
they should break just as we get- ashore!”
“Very strange,” said Phil, scarcely able to
restrain his laughter, as Arthur, to whom he
had been giving a row on the lake, sprang to
the dock and turned again to look at the oars
with a face of concern.
“'alkiiig up toward the house, while Phil
remained behind to pull up his boat, still
laughing as he did so at his little cousin’s mis—
take, Arthur met the hired man with a horse
and buggy.
“Are you going to the station for Uncle
George?” he asked.
“Yes. Jump in if you want a ride.”
Arthur needed no urging. Ten minutes
later be was staring with great interest at
the iron horse snorting up with its load of
men glad to escape from the smoke and heat
of the city.
“Bad news, Uncle George,” he said, shak-
ing his head with the same grave face with
which he had viewed the cars. “The oars are
broken.”
“Oars broken?"
“Yes, both of them.”
“How could that possibly happen?"
“I don‘t know. Phil took me out in the
boat—it’s a jolly nice way to ride, doesn’t
joggle a single bit—and just as we got back
to shore the oars broke.”
“Very strange,”,said his uncle. “They are
new oars. Are you quite sure of what you
say, Arthur?"
“Just as sure as I can be, uncle.
them as plain as anything.”
“Phil is expecting to take part in the row-
ing match to-morrow.” said his uncle, looking
perplexed. “Unless t.“ has a pair of good
oars he will be very in Add disappointed. In
order to make sure I had better telegraph
into the city for a pair.” ‘
“You have met with an accident, I hear,”
he said, as on reaching home he met his son.
"No, sir,” said Phil.
“Arthur tells me the oars are broken.’
“Oh!” Phil laughed. “He is the most
ridiculous little chap about believing every—
thing lie is told.”
“And why shouldn’t be believe everything
he is told!” asked his father, with some se—
verity. “Don‘t you expect to be believed l”
“But- it was 0an a little joke, don’t you
see, father? He saw the bent appearance of
the oars, the refraction at the edge of the
water, and when he said they were broken I
didn‘t tell him they were not.”
“No. You intended the little fellow to
believe what was not so. Stay—where are
you going?”
“To practice with the boys who are to row
With me. Harry Hill has sprained his wrist,
and can’t row, so we have to put in all the
practice we can this evening with a new
hand."
“You will have to take your chances on
the practice. You must go at once to the
station and countermand the order I have
given for a new pair of oars.”
“But, father,” began Phil.
"It is your own doing, sir. Perhaps you
will learn some day that it is not a smart
thing to impose upon an innocent hearted
child because he makes the mistake of think-
in g you are to be trustet .”
“li: may be the means of our side losing
the race,” grumbled Phil, as he took his way
to the station.
He found the telegraph office locked, and
it was only after much diiliculty and delay
that he succeeded in sending his message.
llr'iiether or no it was through the conse
queiit loss of practice that he failed in the
rowing match cannot be said, but certain it
is that he did fail.
Phil was an inveterate tease and a player
of practical jokes. Nothing in the way of a
trick was too trifling for him to take delight
in, and no trouble in the perpetration of a
joke too great for him.
He had liriilcd the arrival of “his little cou-
sin as furnishing a fair subject for fun, and
the very first evening of his arrival had so
worked upon his fancy, with the. fable of the
pot of gold at the foot- of the rainbow, that,
with-out letting any one know, the child had
made his way across a meadow and through
a bit of woodland towards the foot of a hill,
where he was sure the glowing colors touched
the earth.
But they were all gone, and twilight had
fallen by the time he emerged from the woods.
Still, the rainbow had been there, and he
spent some time limiting for the pot of gold,
which might still be there.
At last, trying to find his way back through
the woods, he became confused and wandered
far out of the way towards home.
-In the hours which followed, during which
Phil aided in the alarmed search for the lost
child, be fully resolved within himself to give
up his bad habit.
But a bad habit, as most of us who are
foolish enough to foster and nourish one,
know to our cost, is not an easy thing to
ovcrc-oinc.
The: very next evening he slipped into Ar-
thur's glass of: milk a fragment of marble,
which exactly resembled a lump of sugar,
and watched with suppressed glee his efforts
to make it dissolve and his surprise at failing
to do so.
“ll'liat’s the matter?” at length asked Phil.
“Why, it’s queer I can’t make this sugar
melt,” said Arthur, holding up the white
lump in his spoon. “I’ve tried and tried.”
“Oh, I can do that in a. minute!” said Phil.
With a little sleight of hand movement he
spirited away the marble out of sight, and,
slipping a lump of sugar into the glass, dis-
solved it with a few turns of the spoon.
“What a wonderful fellow you are, Phil!”
exclaimed Arthur, looking at him with eyes
full of astonishment.
“'I’d like to give our boat’s crew a picnic
into Great lake,” said Phil to his father, one
I saw
NORWALK
day. “It will be a fine row for us, and I
could get them their dinners at the new pa-
vilion at the head of the lake. .We’ll be very
careful and be home in good time. Can we
go?”
“I think you may,” said his father.
are a trustworthy set of boys, I think. "
“Can Arthur go with us?”
6£Yes.”
It was a merry load which. with brightly
glancing oars and quick moving boat, glided
over the blue water on a morning full of
sunshine.
Arthur’s face beamed with delight as he
listened to the chat and laughter, and it was
not long before Phil began amusing himself
in his favorite way by telling preposterous
stories, convulsing the other boys with half
concealed merrimcnt at seeing how the inno-
cent child believed every word he heard.
After awhile Phil took from his pocket a
gold piece which his father had given him to
provide the entertainment for his friends.
“Now, Arthur,” he said, “I’ll show you
something worth seeing. i can throw this
into the lake and call it up again as soon as
I want it.”
Arthur‘s blue eyes turned upon him in
sober faith He had scan his cousin do so
many strange things that he had no doubt of
his being able to do as he said.
“You look carefully at it,” said ’hil. put-
ting it into his hand. “so that you can be
sure it’sthc same piece, and no trick about it.”
“Yes, I shall know it again." said Arthur,
after gravely examining it.
“ll'ell. Presto! There she goes !"
Phil made a motion to throw the piece. into
the water, but it was a pebble which made
the little splash which Arthur heard.
“Now, I believe I’ll get my money,” he
said, a. few minutes later. “We shall want it
up at the pavilion. Come here, gold!”
He put his hand down in the water and
presently took it out. showing Arthur tile
money in it.
“Is it the very, very same piece .4” asked
Arthur, gazing at it in awe.
“Look at it and see,” said Phil, again hand-
ing it to him.
"It is!" exclaimed Arthur. "The same
date, and there‘s a scratch on it. Now, Cousin
Phil, do it again.”
“Stop! stop!” cried Phil, as the child flung
the money into the lake.
But it was too late. The shining piece shot
like a sun ray through the water and disap-
peared. Phil turned angrily upon Arthur.
“You little simplcton! that do you mean
by throwing away my money .3” he cried.
But, as Arthur stared in bewilderment, a.
shout went up from the other boys which
brought to Phil a full realization of the joke
having been mercilessly turned on himself.
Loud and long was the laughter which rang
out from the boat load as Arthur alternately
gazed anxiously into the depths of the water
and then imploringly into his cousin’s face,
as if quite unable to believe. that the money
would not come at his call. '
Phil’s discomll ‘lll‘e was complete as they
drew near the pavilion, where he had expect-
ed to feast his friends in royal style.
Instead of this, each boy was obliged to
ransack his pockets for change, and the en-
tire funds of the party made a very poor
showing for a picnic dinner.
“I think I’ve had enough of playing
jokes,” Phil said to himself as he thought
over the sorry affair. “The boys will never
let this one die on ine.”—Sidiicy Dare in
Golden Days.
“You
A Scotch elem-(Ts.
Braxfield was a profound practical lawyer
and a powerful man; coarse and illiterate; of
debauched habits and grosscr talk than suited
the taste even of his gross generation; utter-
ly devoid of judicial decorum, and though
pure in the administration of civil justice
where he was exposed to no temptations,with
no other conception of principle in any politi-
cal case except that the 11}‘)liolding of his par-
ty was a duty attaching to his position. Over
the five weak men who sat beside him, this
course and dexterous ruflian predominated
as he chose. “Bring me prisoners and I’ll
find you law,” was said to be his common an—
swer to his friends, the accusers, when he
heard that they were licsitating. Except
civil and Scotch law, and probably two or
three works of indecency, it may be doubted
if he ever read a book in his life. His blam-
ablcness far exceeds that of his brethren.
They were weak; lie was strong. They were
frightened; he was not. They followed; he,
the head of the court, led—Lord Cockburn.
A Sudden Fall in Value.
Stranger—Have you any choice lots on
hand?
Landowner—Yes, sir: yes, sir; something
fine! The nicest lots that ever laid outdoors!
There are two; all improvements, convenient
to cars, clear title, ctc., etc. They are choice,
but i will make them fifteen hundred for
cash.
ing assessments—did you say fifteen hundred
each for those lots?
Landowner (hastily)—-No, oh no. for the
two!
Stranger Any more choice lots?
Landowner—That’s all; just about sold out.
—Epoch.
Bridges of Long Ago.
The first bridges were of wood, and the
earliest of which we have any account was
built in Home 500 years B. C. The next was
erected by Julius Caesar for the passage of
his army acr055 the Rhine. Trojan’s great
bridge over the Danube, 4,47 0 feet long, was
made of timber, with stone piers. The RO-
mans also built the first stone bridge, which
crossed the Tiber. Suspension bridges are of
remote origin. A Chinese one mentioned by
Kirchen was made of chains supporting a
roadway 830 feet in length, was built A. D.
05, and is still to be seen. .The first large
iron bridge was erected over the Severn in
lTTT.—Boston Budget.
Only Two of Them.
The illiterate whites in the mountains of
Tennessee and Georgia have a. keen sense of
humor, and, despite their ignorance, are at
times witty. It was related that Sam Small,
at the end of one of his breezy sermons, re-
quested those of his hearers who wanted to go
to heaven to rise. Every one in the house
but one man rose. Then Sam asked those
who wanted to go to hell to get up. A tall,
lean mountaineer rose, pointed a long, bony
finger at Small, and said: “It ’pears, parson,
that you and me’s the only fellers standin’.”
— San Francisco Argonaut.
A Change of Base.
“Rats!” called a. boy to a crowd of excur-
sionists on the city hall steps the other day.
“Hey, you!” exclaimed an old man as he
rose up. “W’hich sort—muskrats or the com-
mon house kind?”
“Oh, chestnuts!" replied the boy as he
passed on.
“That’s mighty funny,” said the man as he
sat down again. “Something must have
struck that boy all of a sudden to cause him
to change his opinion so quick.”——Detrolt
Free Press.
Looking for Consolation.
Parkson—I’ll bet fifty cents that Melville’s
girl has jilted him.
Richford—What makes you think so!
“l’Vhy, he’s out under the trees looking for
that pipe he threw away last mouth-Bur-
lington Free Press.
Stranger—“'ell, I‘m not buying; 1’ n mak-
GAZETTE, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 14 1889.
He Works by the Ben;
On Diamond street last Sunday, when all
the swells'were rolling out toward the park
behind their speedy trotters, a sallow faced
young fellow got into his buggy near Twen-
tieth street, and taking the reins in his hands
cautiously pulled a little bell twice, and the
horse started off. Some of his friends are all
wondering where he got the horse, which is
a fine animal, but has cm'ious tricks. One of
them who knows tells a very funny story
about it.
It seems that the young man went out in
the country a few months ago and while there
saw the horse and purchased it. A few Sun-
days ago he hitched him to a buggy and
started out with his best girl for a drive.
They managed to get as far as Diamond
street, and then, for some unknown reason,
the horse refused to move. The young man
was in an awful quandary. He whipped the
horse until his arm was tired, and then he
got out and tried to lead him, but the animal
was obdurate.
The girl got out and walked away in high
dudgeon, and the crowd which had assem-
bled enjoyed the situation hugely. It took
about four hours to haul the animal to the
stable, and the next day the young man was
out to see the man who sold him the horse.
“Oh, he’s all right,” said the dealer, “but
you don’t know how to work him. He’s been
hauling a car all his life, and won’t go unless
he hears the bell!”
Ever since then the young man has had a
regulation car bell on the dashboard of the
buggy. then he wants to start he rings
the bell twice, and one ring brings the beast
to an abrupt standstill. But he still has
many difliculties to contend with. Thehorse,
remembering his early education, will only
stop at street crossings, and a bag of oats
would not bring him to a halt in the middle
of ablock. The other day the young man
went out for a drive and got onto Ridge
avenue. When he tried to turn into Girard
avenue he found that the horse would not
turn out of the our track, and he was com-
pelled to proceed to the depot—Philadelphia
Record.
A Phantoln Photograph.
On Saturday afternoon Mr. R. Cash, mas-
ter of the Shirehall Board school, Ipswich,
and Mr. E. R. Pringle, solictor, were taking
photographs of the Gipping at the spot
‘where the oil mills once stood, and still
known by that name. In the evening, how-
ever, while developing this particular plate
in the dark room at his own house—Mr.
Pringle being still in his company—he was
perfectly astounded by an appearance which
he had never seen when taking the photo—
graph, and for which he could in no way
account. On completing the development
there was plainly revealed in the foreground
of the picture the figure of a woman, ap-
parently floating upright in the water, as it
is declared that drowned bodies will some-
times appear after immersion for a length of
time. “I cannot in the least explain how it
got there,” said Mr. Cash, when interviewed
on Monday, “but here is the negative, and
you can see for yourself.”
And it can only be said that the woman is
unmistakably shown. It is no shadowy like-
ness, difficult to detect, nor does it require
pointing out before the lines can be traced,
as with the puzzle pictures so commonly
seen. The face and head are clearly out—
lined; the arms are hanging straight by the
side of the body, which is clad in ordinary
; female attire and is visible to the waist, and
the portrait generally appears to be that of a
tall and comer young woman. There is
nothing repulsive in the photograph, although
it looks weird and ghost like. The first idea
naturally suggested was that the photograph-
ic plate had really detected a body which
was invisible to the naked eye. Unable to
account for the apparition, Mr. Cash com-
municated with the borough police, one of
whom was struck with the reality of the pictr
ure that he at first imagined it to resemble
some woman in town, and inquired whether
she had lately been heard of. Next morning,
and very properly so, the river was dragged
at this particular spot, but no body was
found, and so far, therefore, the climax of
the narrative is happily left wanting. It is
a perplexing mystery—Two lVorlds.
\Yater in Australia.
Some years ago I ventured to assert in
these pages that the future of Australia for
the next thirty years rested with the engi—
neers. The recent discoveriCS of under-
ground rivers in the most arid portions of
the continent have given those words a
greater significance. The difficulty of Aus-
tralia has always been the fear that the land
will not supportalargc population. These
discoveries of water dispel that fear. It now
appears that the volumes of rain which fall
about once in five years over the greater
part of the Australian continent, covering
with floods the plains which for four years
previously have not known more moisture
than might be given in England by a good
fall of dew, find their way through the
porous soils into channels and chambers be-
neath the surface, where, at a. depth of 1,000
or 2,000 feet, they provide an inexhaustible
store of the most precious commodity known
to the Australian squatter.
It is impossible .to say at present how the
use of these underground supplies of water
may change the face of the Australian con-
tinent. The overflow from one bore, at a
place called Kerribree, has already cut a
channel of several feet in depth through the
sand, and now forms a permanent river of
several miles in length in what used to be an
absolutely waterless country. It is only to
be expected that as more water is brought to
the surface, the clouds will take up more
moisture by evaporation and the rainfall
will increase. Then with regular rainfalls
and inexhaustible tanks and creeks, even the
Australian squatter might begin to be con-
tented—Macmillan’s Magazine.
The Retort.
Simon Greenleaf, the eminent jurist, who
for fourteen years previous to his appoint—
ment as professor in the Harvard Law school,
was a practicing lawyer in Portland, had a
charming daughter, of whom this anecdote
is related by The Portland Transcript. A
foppish young man, named Barrell, meeting
her at a. social gathering in this city one
evening in early spring, remarked to her that
he had that day seen in Deering’s Woods
something that reminded him of her. When
asked what it was, he said, “A green leaf.”
“And I saw something this morning, from
my kitchen window, that reminded me of
you,” returned Miss Greeuleaf. “May I ask
what it was?” said the youth. “An empty
barrell I”——-Lewiston Journal.
Millionaire Philanthropy.
It is said that in the City of New York
there are over one hundred and tWenty-fivo
men worth a. million or more of dollars apiece,
and forty women who are millionaires. If
this calculation be true, the question arises,
What benevolence do these men and women
support, and especially the women? How in-
frequently do we hear of the benefactions of
wealthy women as compared with the philan-
thropies of the rich men of our great cities.
15 the benevolence of women proportionate
to the number of those who have wealth?
This is an interesting thought, and the ob-
)ervant mind may study it in the light of
future developments—Frank Leslie’s News-
paper-
EWOMEN WORTH MILLIONS.
IN THE POSSES-
WIDOWS.
LARGE WEALTH
SIGN OF MAIDS AND
Million-Heiresses. Not Unusual in Plenty of
American Cities—Wealthy Women with
Fads — The Cattle Queens Who Have
Piles of Money—Rich Californians.
The rich women of America have been
talked of and written about until some folks
imagine impecunious foreign nobles do noth-
ing but scheme to get; at their hands and
settlements. But the fact is the United
States are full of wealthy women, full indeed
of female millionaires who marry plain
American citizens and settle down on this
side the pond to useful and ornamental lives
just like their less richly dowered sisters.
Some of them even have large families, in ;
spite of the dictum that there shouldn’t be
more than two children to inherit one million.
There are indeed many more million-heir-
esses in this country than in any other. Here
millionaires divide their property with some
fairness between sons and daughters alike.
As there are more millionaires and more ,
daughters there are necessarily more million- ?
heiresscs. Some of these Monte Cristos in
pctticoats are as well known to readers of '
the public prints as are the prominent poli—
ticians, baseball players and race horses of
ms glorious clime. Others have yet to
dazzle the worll with their ducats.
ONE won'rn THIRTY MILLIONS.
W'ealthy women can afford fads.
them have fads, and their fads are apt to be
described in print and to make their possess- '
Mrs. Mary J. ,
Morgan had just as many millions before the ,
sale of her orchids and porcelain several '
years ago as her estate was worth afterwards. j
But the orchid sale was telegraphed and won- 1
There’s Mrs. ’
ors and promoters famous.
dered at all over the country.
Mark Hopkins, of Nob Hill, San Francisco,
and Great Barrington, Mass. Her estate of
$30,000,000 is said t0.show signs of able man— .
agement. She has the building fad and is
constantly putting up palaces.
Miss St. Bierre—how many readers ever
heard of her?—is a million-heiress, and amod- Q
est and pretty one, too, down in Tennessee.
There she owns several hundred thousand
acres of mining lands, and has business enter-
prises in the vicinity of Chattanooga which,
it is said, [have cost $1,300,000 to organize.
Miss Elizabeth Garrett inherited one-third of
John IV. Garrett’s $37,000,000, was her fath-
er’s confidential secretary while he was presid
dent of the Baltimore and Ohio railroad, and ,
She has .'
been the head of the family since Robert Gar- E
Her fortune is said to be un- ,
advised him on many occasions.
rett’s decline.
impaired, although her brother’s has been
sadly depleted.
Miss Gweiidoline Caldwell is one of the fa- ;
mous Caldwell sisters, whose pet projects:
have mostly had relation to the Catholic ‘
church, which they so love. The Caldwell
girls have long been known as million-heir-
esses in Baltimore and N ew York. Wealthy .
women have for years been much more com-
mon than beautiful women in the aristocratic
seaside resort of Little Rhody. It was at
Newport that Miss Catherine Lorillard Wolfe,
the million—heiress, lived and died.
It is at Newport that Mme. Barrios, who is
a property owner and resident of New York
and-a citizen to the world, is seen to the best
. advantage. She has the godlike gifts of both
beauty and millions. Mme. Barrios, the dash-
ing young and brunette Widow of the dictator
of Guatemala, is worth not less than $4,000,000
or $5,000,000, which before the climax of his
turbulent career her husband had the good
sense to invest securely for her in Paris and
New York. A South American, who has been
for several years contemplating, like Mme.
Barrios, a removal of her residence to New
York, is Dona Isadora Cousino, who bears off
even above “Hetty” Green’s head the palm of
being “the richest woman in the world.”
Dona Isadora isn’t as young by half as Mme.
Barrios, and while she may in her time have
been as beautiful, she hasn’t; even now as
many pretty daughters to plead her cause.
Dona Isadora’s agents here began preparing
“a palace” for her on Fifth avenue, but the
fickle and fascinating salt-gold—coal-ranch- .
and—cattle queen seems to have changed her
mind. She has not yet deprived Chili of the
golden splendor of her presence.
Mrs. Maurice B. Flynn, who was Miss Moss,
is no doubt worth a million, or almost that
sum, since her husband left his entire estate
to her. It is more and more customary for
rich men in this country to leave their prop-
erty to their wives. San Francisco, Chicago,
St. Louis, Denver, Philadelphia, Boston and
Pittsburg have plenty of wealthy women
whose millions come in this way.
PHILADELPHIA’S LONG LIST.
Mrs. Alexander Ray is one of ll’ashington’s ,
millionaire widows. Her husband was a well
known miller. Miss Jennie Riggs is said to be
one of the richest single women at the na- ,
tional capital. She inherited a million or two
from her father to guard zealously from for— a
tune hunters.
Mrs. Rogers, one of the Texas cattle queens,
became by her husband’s will owner of a herd
of 40,000 cattle. She married a preacher
twenty years younger than herself. He had
had seven children and she took care of them.
She also takes care of her cattle business, with
which the young husband is not permitted to
interfere. Texas, however, is full of cattle
queens. Colorado has several said to be worth
their millions.
Philadelphia is said to have several women
millionaires, as follows: Mrs. J. Campbell
Harris, said to be worth $5,000,000; Mrs. .
Thomas A. Scott, $3,000,000; her daughter, -
Mrs. Howell Bickley, $3,000,000; Mrs. Joseph ,
Harrison, $2,000,000; Mrs. M. lV. Baldwin,
$2,000,000; Mrs. Bloomfield Moore, $2,000,-
000; Mrs. J. Edgar Thomson, $1,500,000;
Mrs. H. S. Benson, $1,500,000; Mrs. Richard ,
Townsend, one of the prospective heirs to an -
estate of $15,000,000; the three daughters of
Mr. F. A. Drexel, each worth several mil-
lions, and one of them now married; Miss
Helen Erben, worth $1,000,000; the Misses
Pugh, $500,000; Mrs. Thomas Clyde, more
than $1,000,000; Mrs. John Bohlen, $500,000;
Mrs; St. George Tucker Campbell, 8500,0002
Mrs. lVilh'am lVilstach, $2,000,000, and Mrs.
Thomas Balch and her daughter, $500,000.
The richest woman on the Pacific coast is ,
Mrs. Mark Hopkins, widow of one of the
Central Pacific syndicate. Her husband’s
estate proved up to $25,000,000, and the only
two men in California who could justify on
the widow’s bond as executrix were Leland
Stanford and Charles Crocker. They were
compelled to j ustify in twice the amount of
the estate and each swore that he was worth
$46,000,000. Mrs. Hopkins is an elderly,
woman. The Hopkinses had no children, but
ried to a Miss Crittenden, a protege of hers,
providing her with the dot of a. princess.
The richest young and unmarried woman ,
on the Pacific coast is said to be Miss Jennie .
“ ease above the “slit;” a sufferer chooses that
Flood, only daughter of the bonanza. king.
The richest prospectiVe heiress in California
is Miss Hattie Crocker, the only daughter of
Charles Crocker, another of the railroad 5
syndicate. She also is, like Miss Flood, rather
plaininappearance. She is noted for her
charities and domestic virtues—New York
World.
Henry Clay was in the senate of the United
States at 29, contrary to the constitution.
A KISS FOR A .DOLLAR.
An Angler’s Experience While Troutlng
on a Michigan Stream.
A contributor to The Forest and Stream
gives this charming account of an angling
episode on a Michigan trout stream:
As I wound my joy inspiring way along
the river I was ever alert for the radiant
trout, and enticed many a one to my quiver-
ing bait and to my creel. I knew my com-
panion would hang his banner on high if he
badly defeated me, and therefore I worked
with might and main, passing no tempting
spot unfished that I thought contained the
quarry. As I waded around a sloping bank,
thick with sedate alders, my eyes were glad-
dened with a. sight of a little boy and girl
sitting on a log under the shade of a spread-
ing oak. The girl had a bright and winsome
look, with curls of gold and checks like ap—
ples, and wore a straw hat aslant on her yel—
low hair that gave her decidedly a prepos-
sessing appearance. Her barefooted brother
with his bright eyes, sunny face and rustic
: costume was as picturesque as a shepherd
boy. The little people so attracted me that
I waded ashore to have a chat with them.
The boy eyed me keenly as I approached, and
asked if I had many trout, and if I were fish-
ing with a fly. I opened my basket and let
the children take a. peep at the golden hued
fish, and then confessed to the boy that I was
one of those contemptible bait fishermen. He
then told me that' he had some fifteen trout
in his fish box, which was fastened in the
water near by, and that he wished to dispose
, of them, but he said that he always had poor »
~ luck in selling to bait fishermen, as they al-
Most of .
ways caught enough to satisfy themselves.
“You don’t sell to fly fishermen?” I in—
quired.
“Oh! yes, sir, quite frequently.”
“And why to them?”
“Because at this season of the year they
hardly catch any.”
“I’m sur rised that these IlI”Il art anglers ,
D D .
would buy trout.”
“They do, though, but they always tell me ;
not to give ’em away.”
“Do you ?”
“I can‘t, for I don’t live in town. My
é house is down by the bridge.”
“Do you ever sell any to bait fishermen?”
“Very seldom; they always have ’em.”
, '- Here the little girl quickly spoke up and
said: “Last season he sold a lot to one.”
“How was that?”
“thy,” you see,” said the lad, “there were
two men trouting here. The first one that
passed was fishing so hard that he paid no at—
tention at all to us, only saying, ‘Good morn-
ing, children,’ and then hurried on. After a
while his partner came along, and as he
passed close to me I asked him if he didn’t
want; to buy some trout. At this he smiled
and came ashore and inquired how many I
had. I told him twenty-five. He laughed
right out and said, ‘Get ’em quickl’ I pulled
my box ashore, and as I put them in his
basket he smiled and laughed allover, say-
ing, ‘I’ll snow him under now!’ I didn’t know
What that meant then, but papa explained
that he wanted to beat his partner. He never
asked the price of ’em, but putting his hands
1 in his pockets he drew out! some money and
gave me 933, and then tossed one to sis, say-
ing, ‘That’s for you, little bright eyes,’ and
then he was gone like a flash, fishing as he
went. 0111 he was such a handsome man.
He had a. gold chain around his neck and
something on his little finger that sparkled
like the sun. Papa said it was a diamond,
and learned down at the tavern that he was
a big banker from the east. Sis and I will
never forget him.”
“Did you ascertain whether be snowed his
partner under?”
“Oh, yes; papa learned all about it, and
said he beat him badly. and plagued him a
great deal about it.”
I was perfectly delighted with the conver-
sation I had with the children, but as I was
not in for the purchase of trout I told the 1
‘s. s. SLEEPER &. «0..
little girl if she would give me a kiss I would
give her a dollar. The little boy’s eyes were
all a sparkle at this, and, turning quickly to
his little sister, he said:
“Sis, kiss the nice gentleman.”
The little elfin then cheerfully got upon the
outer end of the log near the water, and as
she removed her straw hat her bright; curls
gracefully flowed over her nut brown shoul-
ders, and'the sun which struck this part of the
oaken trunk bathed her head in crimson and
gold, thus giving her the appearance of a
“little fairy queen that gamboll’d on booths
and danced on ev’ry green.” As I presented
my bronzed and furrowed face, with heavy
beard and thick mustache, she bent forward,
and her sweet, little innocent lips gave me a
hearty kiss that I prized more highly than if
it had been from the rosy mouth of maiden
royal.
“Here’s your dollar. sis, and one for you,
bub,” suiting action to word, and then I bade
them a hasty good-by, and, wading out into
the cold water, proceeded with my fishing,
lest I also should be “snowed under.” I turned
and looked back at them before I passed the
bend just ahead of me that would shut them
out from my view, and there I beheld them
' both standing on the log intently watching
me, with the little girl gracefully wafting
kisses, to which I sincerely responded, and
7 then the little romance of the stream was
ended, but not forgot-ten, for it will always
live in delightful memory as one of my rarest
pleasures of trouting on the Boardnian.
Still Be Adliered to His Principle.
A clean, shrewd looking gentleman stepped
into a street car on Pennsylvania avenue yes-
terday afternoon and took a seat inside. The
conductor,who was in a conversational mood,
turned to a gentleman who stood upon the
platform, and said:
“You saw that man who just got on 9"
“Yes.”
”Well, I saw him do the foolest thing
day last winter that any man ever did. "
“W'liat was it?”
“He got on my car and gave me a dime out
on the platform. I handed him a nickel, and
in trying to put it into his pocket he dropped
it and it rolled off into the slush. He made a
dive for it, and in jumping off the car f ell
down and daubed himself all over. I stopped
the car, but he said to go on; that he was go-
ing to find his nickel. So he pawed around
in the soft snow till he. found it, hopped
aboard the next car, paid the nickel to that
conductor, and reached home one car latex
and a good deal madder and mussier than he
would if he had stayed on my car and let
his nickel go.”—lVashington Post.
one
An Automatic Doctor-ing Machine.
It is announced that a Dutch apothecary
has taken out a patent for an automatic
doctoring machine. We do not look for jests
from Holland, especially among the drug-
had adopted a son whom Mrs. Hopkins mar- 5 gists, and, indeed, the project as described is
quite feasible. The machine is shaped like a
man; but this signifies nothing beyond ad-
vertisement. It is divided into compart-
ments, vac-h bearing the label of some dis-
which defers to his complaint, drops in his
a money and receives a pill, a. powder or a
draught suitable to his case. It is a. lovely
notion in itself; as good as a gold mine—or
3 ever so much better—and a work of philan-
' thropy besides. Mynads' of our fellow crea-
tures who toil through the day, inadequately
supported by the prospect of a pill for tea,
would find solace and strength renewed at
each street cgmen—Iondon Standard.
dealers every .. lit-re
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Sweet as a flower was her face when I kissed
(Love is the romance and glory of life.)
Milly, my playmate, I love ‘ like a sister,"
But Dora I choose for my wife.
That is right, young man. in the girl
gou love. by all means. if she will ave you.
hould her health become delicate and her
beauty fade after marriage. remember that
this is usually due to functional disturbances.
weaknesses, irregularities. or painful disor-
ders peculiar to er sex, in the cure of which
Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is guaran-
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“'3” be red-i I: pplim! ibi‘ mon.
TEN atom C-fiTTAcs,
within five minute-s walk of the
bridge. with ncvcr failing well of
excel ent water. and a cistern
ho «ling three hundred hogs-
lieaals, for laundry purposes
all modern improvements
conveniences. etc. Cost
owner $8,000, and
will be sold for
$5.000 with only
$1,500 down.
to satisfac-
tory party.
1m33 Enquireat GAZETTE OFFICE.
Norwalk Chronicler