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MONTE CARLO'S EVIL DEN. Opinion Dwrn from Twenty-fire Years of Experience Profits the Concern Makes nora- Scms at Etako TEere. "WOSIEJT WHO ABE VE3Y EIBEHS. ILetter to the Pall MaU.Gazettel Public attention hat been forcibly directed for the last few years to the Monte Carlo gambling establishment at jMobaco, and to the growing evils which its existence entails. Of late the feeling of not to say horror, which it occasions baa become to general in every country throughout Europe, both with the governed and the governing bodies, that I can not but think that its days are numbered.

Both Europe and America have becomo fully awakened to the fact that the gambling house is a blot on modern society, and that its great and yearly increasing prosperity pcatters ruin and desolation over the earth. The acknowledged profits of the concern are or nearly 700,000. Ko person living has probably seen more than I bare of the Monte Carlo gambling establishments, for I have resided in its immediate vicinity (Men- quently, no one is better qualified to speak of its moral and social influence on the surrounding totulations. 1 took refute on tue ixenoesw luviera uumj ucbiu.t thereby saved my life, aud have returned to It in the winter ever since. On my first ar-v rival the gambling bouse was in its infancy established at Monaco itself, under tbe patronage of the irince, and attracted bat little notice.

It i a very small and insig- niflawt concern. When the gambling establishment at Bomburg was closed, M. Blanc, its head, bought up the Monaco business, obtaining from the Prince a long leas with all kinds of privileges, which were, of course, largely paid for. Bringing to the matter great experience and a masterly mind, M. Blanc's success has been stupendous.

What much aided him was the fact that the closure of Homburg was followed br that of ail the gambling bouses in Lairope, so that gamblers of all nationalities, men and women, have been thrown into bis clutches. Year by year the area of the pernicious iufluenco of Monte Carlo has increased, in ever widesring circles, until it is now felt all over the world, in Europe, Asia, Africa aud America. its euormous influence for evil is best Understood by a simple calculation, which I owe to a professional gambler. As the chances of the table1 are 1 to 3tf in favor of taia bank, to gain annually nearly 500,000, which it professes1 to do 24,500,000 must have been won and lust. The bank's 700,000 profit is its royalty at the rate of 1 to 30 on this enormous- amount of money which must, therefore, have been played, lost and won.

In the are the profits after deducting the very heavy expenses incurred by the establishment, as 1 beiieve is the case, the amount actually played must be much greater. It is this fact of the gambler dealing with large masses of money that partly accounts for the strange fascination exercised by gambling. A careful player, who begins with, say, 1,000 capital, may have lingered according to doctrine of chances, 110,000 before he loses his capital. If be play long enough, the bank royal of 1 in 36 is sure to swallow up bis capital, and then be has bad all the emotion of having been alternately successful or the reverse, rich or poor. He regrets when he has at last lost his initial capital that be did ee stop vhm successful, which, he never does, tows that ha -Will be more prudent next time, and in order to have the chance sells, borrows, raises money any how.

Often he loses all feeling of honor and probity, and, after risking bis last shilling, plays his wife's dowry, his daughter's fortune, his employer's money, to end. be, by suicide. These facta entirely destroy the argument constantly brought forward by the patrons of Dublio sanablinz namelv. that nmini tabids art more straightforward and fairer than' private club gambling, and that, as The, lsr Vir is allowed, a fortiori should tbe At a public gambling table tbe bank royalty must inevitably ruin all who play constantly long enough to have risked their capital thirty -six times, even if the playing is carried, on honestly, if such.1 tertu, cm be used in connection with gambling bell, however splendidly vailed by music, flowers and architectural splendor. Regular gamblers find this out in the long run, and learn to avoid tbe public establish' ment.

Having, however, been corrupt ed by and inoculated witb tne love of gambling, they resort to gam ing clubs already established or form tbem. This is the explanation of tbe nest, the brood, of gambling clubs, casinos, which rue up, as at Nice, in the proximity of a public gaming establishment. They proceed from it, are created by it, would not exist without it. There are many vital difference between tbe two. At clubs an introduction of some kind or other is necessary.

AS Atont carlo tney go through the form or demanding a card, but it is a mere form; any one's card does, and no respectably-dressed persons are refused. be they tbe most disreputable people in Europe, men or women whether they are natives or not of the Department of the Alpes Maritime. Tbe latter are only nominally forbidden to enter, Lvery day you see there scores of loose women, only one degree above the streets. How could tbe business of tbe place go On if Only respectable strangers were admitted! Again, tt clubs men onlv are. admitted to the blavinar rooms.

At Monte Carlo often every fourth player is a woman; and such women 1 Hundreds of the demi-monde flock here in winter from every capital in Europe to allure ana entangle well-to-do young men. are always found present la great sum bars. Truly they represent the sirens of old. aad are infinitely more dangerous, often ruia- log entirely those whom they circumvent. The women are not all, however, of this class.

itubands often tbougbtlessly eneour- age their wives or daughters to risk a few live-franc pieces, or napoleons, on the table. and thus inoccuiate them with tbe gambling frenzy. It is principally to attract those really respectable people, to lead them bv slow degrees to tbe gaming tables, that every possible allurement and inducement is offered to all, to travelers and to residents, with tbe most unbounded liberality. A mag nificent band of seventy-live musicians discourses sweet musio every afternoon and evening. Tbe tricai and.

operatic per-. formances are offered at nominal prices, at which the leading, celebrities of tne Gay take part, lue gardens are, per haps, the finest in Southern Europe; the reading-room is one of tbe best, supplied with periodical literature; and all are opened from morn to night, without restriction, to any well-dressed person, clays the spider to the fly: into my parlor, my pretty Uy.n'fThey do walk in by the hundred, by tne taousand, and are constantly sucked dry. unu vjvu uiuiui auu When I first inhabited the Riviera, tbe gambling bouse, as already stated, was a mere gambling club or casino, which excited but little notice. Now it has be come the great attraction, tbe great fact. Hall the people one meets are going, or have been to aloate L-arlo.

if friends are invited, tbe probable answer is: I am going to Monaco, to the classical concert, to the band, or to an operatic performance, but few dare confess, that they are going to play, and yet very many do. "Hundreds go from lientone every day, thousands from ice. Cannes even San Remo and Genoa. It is a growing pestilence, a real moral uiarue-spow iwuwxuu vuuti auow better play away the money they brought to live with throughout tneir. stay, living on strict necessaries, ibis 1 near Irom toe Mentono tradespeople, who bewail tbe loss they experience from the cause.

Many of their most respectable clients lose so heavily at Monte Carlo in the early part of their stay that they have to live from hand to mouth durinsr tbe remainder. Many who com to the Riviera from the North to save life, lose all thir funds early in tbe winter, and have to return home to face disease or, Derhaps, death. Other invalids, better otX. I send again and again for money, sell, mortgage, borrow, entirely nezlect their healih, spend the days and evenings in tbe close, badly venuiatea rooms, ana aie oeiore ine eua oi the season. It is very hard that people going to the South for health' should be exposed to such temptation, la every bote! there is a band of eamblers who talk of nothing- bat rovae and Moir.

of numbers, of systems of play. The votaries of gamblin are not necessarily the young and inexperienced. They are often middle-aged or ngea men and women, and noblemen, gentry. generals, colonels, barristers, physicians. Tbe emon Of rambling has cot hlt of thpm They come from the four corners of 1 earta; and the ruin that follow bankrnrtt- poverty, dishonor, suicide mostly falls UI7UB II I mm -V am r- w.

mm yvuiq ss IVIA, XWO ro, xsatayia, Calutta, anywhere. It is said CUTj wisur about a sukUa week occurs in or pear Monaco. If so, it is only i tithe of what occurs elsewhere through ilonta Carlo. For whom is this royalty oi 700,000 yearly, this enormous income, Merely to subsidize a de graded Prince, and to give colossal incomes and fortunes to half a dozen or a dozen persons, who are ashamed of the source from whence their money comes, whom no responsible person would like to acknowledge or receive as friends, and to whom society only owes punishment as in citers to vice. Tbe Bishop of Gibraltar is doing his very best to stem the torrent of vice that emanates from Monte Carlo, to draw attention to the many evils and to tbe gradual lowering of the moral tone of the inhabitants of tbe regions that surround this moral pest-bouse, lie has eu listed all Lis chaplains in the crusade, and they all try their best to persuade the members of their 'congregations not to countenance Monte Carlo by their presence, either tor musical or lor any other purpose.

Indeed, I may safely say that a very large proportion of those who winter on tne Kiviera for their health, ardently look for ward to the day when the Monte Carlo hell will pe a tnmg of tbe past. As tOcomnensa- tion fto the company or to the Frince for its abolition, we all think that the-mere proposal is ridiculous. Contracts. leases, for patently immoral purposes are not binding in law. If a bouse of ill-fame in London is closed by tbe police, certainly neither tbe owner nor the leaseholder would have any recognizable claim on the authorities for compensation for the loss of immoral gains.

Such is the position of the Monte Carlo establishment. Monaco, virtually annexed to France, has accepted a posi tion which leaves it to 1-reach social laws. Moreover. Uerniur, Italy, tbe 1'ope, Spain, tbe United btates vi America, and no doubt all other countries, would clap hands and say "Bravo!" were Monte Carlo peremptorily abolished. jcixa op this friiuis.

A Sketch of Dr. Green, a Aotakle Kentuckiaa. I was standing on the- steps of tbe Astor House about live minutes ago, says a New York: correspondent, when an elderly centle- rnan, with a "literary stoop," carrying in his mouth a half -smoked leisurely ascended the steps, and, arm in ana with a friend, passed into the great rotunda. Al though everybody thereabouts knew bim, he spoke 'o none aud bowed So but few. While he stood at a counter refreshing the inner man with some kind of medicine that bad an odorous herb in it a curious group looked at mm.

lie appeared to be about sixty years of age, his eyes clear and bright and peue- tratingr- An expression of perfect content with himself and all tbe world -rested upon bis pleasant features, and a smile sat upon his lips, even after he had wiped them. In a few moments he and his friend walked leisurely back upon the street, nailed a coupe and drove off up town. Of all tbe respectable men of 60 years of age, witb a literary stoop, and fond of medi-ciue with herbs in it, who live and move and have their being in and about this great city of Xew York, this man most naturally at tracts attention, and is the cause of gossip and commeut. No wonder be stoops, for be bears upon bis broad shoulders.tne powers and responsibilities, tbe cares and the details of the management of corporation which is probably better known, to the people of this country than any other in its broad domain, the Western Union Telegraph Company. I Dr.

JTorvia Green came here, I believe. from Kentucky, but, wherever be came from, he came to stay. Whatever may be tbe merits or demerits ef a discussion, pro and co the credit of this great organization, whatever may be the facts concerning its stock or the fluctuations in its price, I have to find or to hear of a man or a critio who had a word to say against the character. the mental acumen, the physical energy or the inexhaustible resources of rresident Green. He deals with large masses of men as Generals deal with armies.

He meets with electricians upon a plane of intelligence, and riitrnssss with tbem problems which would puzzle the ordinary expert. He explores new fields for enterprise with the sesS and enthusiasm of a profsions I surveyor. He explains to holders of vast blocks of the property in his control the difficulties and embarrassments in the way of brokers, satisfying them absolutely of the validity of his enterprises and tbe prosperity attending the company over whose destiny he presides. Dr. Green is a great mail, even, when judged by the side of men universally recognized as far above their associates and fellows.

That this great country is too vast for tbe domination of any one company is a tra- ism which needs no argument, and that other enterprises can, will, and do find favor with tue popular mind is evidenced by tbe success attending tbe opposition companies, tbe Baltimore and Ohio and the new National, which have now entered into direct and sen bible competition with the old monopoly. Dr. Green differ very materially from his predecessor, William Orton. Both, however, were men of tbe world, i enjoying the good things of life in their season. But the death of Orton, and the instant success of Green, go to show bow utterly absurd it is for any man to suppose that his life or his existence has an all-important bearing upon any of the great enterprises of the day.

When Orton died, it was supposed the Western T7nion Telegrapb Company had received a mortal blow, almost, but if Orton was suddenly to return to Ills, his great gray eyes would open with amaze meut, as they rested upon a paper statement of tbe business done by the company, and the vast area of which it noids control, oreen is not only a man of business and vast enterprise, but he is a helpful, considerate, friendly person to whom tens of thousands look lor guidance and opportunity to work. One reason for his ereat endurance Is the ease with which he relieves bis mind of business strain. When he leaves bis office, at 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, be leaves behind him the worry and flurry of bis most busy place. The calming, seducing influence of a good cigar leads him gently from tbe plane of disturbance and tbe hurly-burly of competition toward the level of peace and quiet, after which a gentle stimulant restores bis tired energies, aud a pleasant drive to the comforts which seclusion grants, 1 makes him again a man ready for the thought and toil and botberments of tbe morrow. With his steady hand upon the helm the great company of which he is the controller and director.

as well as President, pushes proudly through the waves of competition. Quite confident, in its own strength, that it wiii receive its full share of public ravor in the future as it has so maqy years in the The Egyptian Fellahs' Prosperity. A good idea of the condition of the Egyptian fellah is given in a letter published in the London Times: "The sheik of the vUlaze ef El Reassieh: He inherited 40 acres from his father, and these 40 acres are cultivated by (including children) 27 persons. After they have eaten enough of the grain produced to keep them from starvation, there remains S1; of this the Government takes o. leaving to the sheiic, as interest on tbe value of his 40 acres, and to provide clothes and everything else for 27 people, 29.

The property is said to nave cost JUiou; consequently, allowing 5 per cent, interest on this, the bheik and his family get. in addi tion to bread, 12s 6d per head for all their other requirements, while the Government gets 2 per annum from this land and from the sheiks labor. Voters Whe Will Be Ilum-aicea. New York Tlmes.1 Butler, who sat in the Democratic Na tional Convention as a delegate, and vainly1 strove to divide taat convention upon the tne tanrx question, now appears as a canal date for the Presidency. His purpose and the purpose of those behind bim is to defeat tne Democratic candidate oydirldin; tea Democratic vote.

He and the Republicans in whose interest he is now workine hope that the number of dapes voting the Butler ticket will be sufxicient to deprive Cleveland of a majority of tbe Kisc torsi College and cause the election of blaine. It is tbe old trick played so many times by parties in power by parties "out in the cold' when those in power are in great danger of defeat. And yet there are thousand, of voters who will be caught by it. UhstUshtslasD.i. iraris Beacon.

"Where In tbe world have you been, Johnny "Why. I have just been over to see Mr, Smith's Dufn. It was struck by liebtning tbu raoriuug, pa." "So i heard. Did it kill "Ye, it kib'edloU of animals." "Well, what animals did it kill, my son!" "It killedit killed a sheep and two pigs. and a calf, and another slieep.

and a goose. aad a horse, and a jackass, and a cow. and a Democrat, and another jackass, and other animals, my sonl" "Ye, it killed a hog, and a Grtenbacker and another coose vr laot THE COURIER-JOURNAL: LOUISVILLE, SUNDAY. AUG ST 3 1 1 884 SIXTEEN PAGES. LINCOLN'S BOYHOOD.

Opening Chapters of 0. Stoddard's Porsonal Life of Mr. Lincoln Somt Suggestive Qlimpees of "Old AW men Ee Wss Tosag Abe. his PAxrara asd teteie (Chicago Times Mr. W.

O. Stoddard, who was one of Mr. Lincoln's secretaries during the civil war, bas just issned through Messrs. Fords. Howard Hurlburt a new biography of Mr.

Lincoln, designed to acquaint the world more fully than heretofore with the personality of the man, the life be led, and what developed bis character before he became famous. His career after that all the world knows In its public aspects, but of the man Lincoln tbe world knows little. The following are the opening chapters of the work, presenting tbe future President in antece dents that held out little promise of distinc tion: A CHAOTIC BEQIXNISO. "That's the place. Abe.

You was born tbar." "'Tain't much of a place to be born in. It's a heap meaner' tbe place we're a-livin in now." A man of little over the middle height. broad-shouldered, powerfully built, and somewhat rough-looking, leaned upon a long nfia and gazed at a forlorn log-house, not far from the roadside, in a wretched, in tended corn field. At bis side was a slim, overgrown boy of seven years, who might easily have passed for three years older. The growth which had come to bim so fast was indicated not only by his size, but by the queer, thoughtful expression of his strongly- marked, sun-burned face.

It was full of boyish to recklessness; and yet it wore an unchildlike sadness also, as if the kind of life into which be had been born were already, teaching bim its lessons and leaving upon him its forever indelible marks. "They call it Rock Spring farm," re marked bis father. "Do they Wall, I remember the spring well enough, and tbe rocks, too; but pop- whar'ithefarml" "All around, hereaway. It was tbe first piece of land I ever owned, sech as it was. I didn't own it very much, nuther." He did not look like a man who had ever owned much of land or anything else.

lie was bare-footed, and his patched homespun trousers barely reached his ankles; but that was more than could be said of Abe's. On bis head was a coouskia cap, while his odd- looking son wore nothing above his uncombed of dark hair. A greasy buckskin shirt completed tbe outer garment of Tom Lincoln, with a powder-horn and bullet-pouch swung over bis shoulders la lieu of all ornament. His leather waist-belt marked yet one more difference in the apparel of the two, as Abe's left shoulder was crossed by the one suspender with which his trousers were tied up, and it met no buttons at its lower end. i "Pod.

do you reckon you'll find anvthinz nmner'n that over in Injiannyi" 1 11 tell ye when I git back. We'd best be movin' now. I want to git out of Kain- tucky; I jest do." ell, pop, aon't Know as keer much bar we go to. Tom strode away down the. road, but it was marvelous how easily the youngster kept up with him.

Mile after mile toey went on togetner, along roads which were only here and there bordered by anything which would nowadays be considered cultiratioa. Tbe Stat --of Kentucky was a very young one in the fall of the year 1816, and was barely beginning; to work its way out of the backwoods into the long, toilsome path toward civilization. Still, if Abe Lincoln and bis father had been on tbe lookout for a poorer piece of "improvement" than "Rock Spring farm" they would probably have failed to find it during that day's walking. i i A poor 'place, indeed, both land and dwelling. There Abraham Lincoln was born, on the 12th day of February, 1809.

Lie spent there the first four years of his life, and it was such life as was possible In such a hut as he had now been taken back to look at. Its nardeninfir.narrowinz stun ti or conditions. creating barriers and fetters to be afterward bunt or broken, are worth a careful recognition and study. The end of Abe's tramp gave him a chance to compare with the place of his birth the cabin he was now at borne in. It was just a trifle better, and the land around presented less of an appearance of utter poverty.

Lie laughed a little wnen ne saw it, not knowing yet bow much to make any human being somber-faced there was in a prospect of being shut up to the necessity of spending his days in such a home as that. A dark-featured, handsome, but sad-faced woman of middle-height, stood in tbe doorway of the log -cabin as her husband and son drew near. "Now, Tom, yon haven't fetched home any game tms time. "Wall, no. Nancy.

Abe and I kinder wandered oS to HodgensviUe, and I some of the fellers, and we bad a talk, and then we took a circuit round and looked at the old place. It's wuss'n it ever was, Nancy "Meanest kind," grumbled Abe, but his mother looked sadder than before, aud "his father went on: VThen we struck for home. I reckon I'll take water to-morrow. You never seen a deader place' town is just now. Nothin' doin.

Jo Kind ot xun. io nances. I'm gwme to quit Kaintuck, Nancy; I'm set on that." "I don't keer whar we go. We can't make a poorer out than we've made ver." Not without an effort. It needed but a glance at the surroundings of the homestead to perceive the justice of Nancy's despair-lug criticism.

The hands of lazy improvidence and of the poverty that comes with it bad fallen upon and withered everything but the weeds. There were a lew acres of plowed ground between the house and the forest. A crop of corn had been harvested from the patch, bat such fall plowing as- had followed bad been done oy tne noses or tne nogs and not bv human labor. It was a place to move away from surely; but the people who made it what it was were likely to carry with them all its real disadvantages. Nancy turned wearily into the house, and Tom did not follow her.

He walked away upon another errand, and Abe went with him. Half a mile, not at all hurried, brought tbem to the bank of a good stream of water. A rude flatboat lay moored against the shore, and Tom looked at it with pride in nis eyas as ne saia "I made ber myself, I did." She looked like the work of some rach man. A good enough craft in which to float down stream, but no sensible navigator would have undertaken to urge her blunt nose and lii-Daianced duue in any other direction. Bull, she could carry weight.

and had a cargo already on board. Tuere were a dea or so of barrels, and these, with some boxes ana twigs ana other matters. were stowed unevenly around, la such a way as to render the clumsy craft yet more nnmanageame. "Pop," said Abe, "do you reckon you'll ever cit her back "Wall. no.

That ain't what she's made for. Reckon I'll make enough outen the trip to start us in Injianny." Tbe flatboat was looked at and ad mired, and the father and the son went home to tbe slender supper of milk and com bread Erovided for them by Nancy, Tom but dimly new how. The evening was consumed in varying calculations of tbe sure profits of the flatboat aad tbe sale of ber cargo. About all tbe comment his wife could muster cour- atre to make was: "Hope ye will. You've traded your.

last hog for it, and pretty much everything else that was left." "Now don't you be skeered, Nancy. I'm bound to make a new start. I am. Abe and Sally mought as well keep on gwine to school whilst I'm gone. Reckon they won't light onto any schoolin' around in tbe woods arter we git squat tea over into lnjianny.

Tbs one fact which came out mora plainly than any other was that, come what might of the trading expedition and the cargo of the flatboat, Tom Lincoln had made an end of his prospects in and that anew start somewhere else had become a financial necessity. At an early boar the next moraine tbe Lincoln family were gathered on the bank of the Rolling Fork to see tbe precious flatboat Eushed away. Ebe had been built and lunched at the mouth of Knob creek, a stream that ran past their own cabin, but with too little water to Coat so ambitious a craft as Tom had now constructed. She'll do, Nancy. This 'ere'a tbe biggest venter ever I made." "Tom, do you reckon three weeks'll fetch ye home!" "oure as snootin It's only a noat down Rollin' Fork to Salt river, and down that to the Ohio.

Unce I git thar I kin sell out tbe cargo ail along shore. I'll make a location on tbe lnjianny Ridu, and then I'll comeback a-kitin. Good-by, Xancy. 'By, Sally. Abe.

jest you look sharp, now, while I'm gone." A chorus of good-byes answered bim, and bis wife stood on the bank, silently watching the drift of tis awkward boat down the rapid current of Rolling Fork. "Abe," said Ids sister, "don't you wish he'd let you go!" "Reckon I do. I'd just like to be tbar when she lops over." "She can't uptt." "Can't she! WalL all I know is pop can swim." Sally Lincoln was two years older than Abe and. a good deal better-looking, but she was hardly as tall; be was sure to keep ahead ot her in mere size, bbe looked at nun, too, as if she were already beginning to rega him iw tk. rt Knr ard She had been originally named after ber mother, but then, aud in later years, there were too many "fancies" under the Lincoln roof, and she is remembered only as Bally.

"I do hope he'll get through all right," muttered Tom's as she turned away. Then she added, in a louder key; It. 1 If V. Vv you. Abe.

Sallv. jest you git lor tbe Friend farm. Tell Caleb Hazel he's only to he three weeks more of ye." "Reckon 'twou't tako niore'n that to learn what be knows," chuckled Abe; but bally answered bim a little soar ply: Kf you don't take in more from bim than rou did from Zach Rlney it won't do you any sort o' good." "Git each of you a chunk of corn bread," said Iiancv, "and then yon make yer tracks. It's only four miles to go, and you needn't be late ef you don't Titer. He ain't pertik- ler 'bout bein' late, nohow." Whether that were true or not, Sally had a sad reort to make of her brother on her roturn from school that evening.

"lucked his mother. "Ef yer father was home, you know what'd come toye.t "Mom," added Bally, gravely, "that ain't all. He said he wished old Caleb and tbe entire school was onto pop's flatboat agoing down toll in' i-ork. "Lbd you say that, Abel" "It'd be niore'n three weeks 'fore they'd git back." chuckled the young rebel. But it may be that Nancy Lincoln's heart was a little full that night, for she took no further notice of her sou's misconduct.

It was noth ing new to find that be was more than seven years old in all manner of mischief. And yet his childish eyes were now following her own, sadly euougii, as be looked around tue one room inclosed by the log walls of the cabin. It had always been poorly furnished, even for such a home, and now Tom Lincoln's great venture bad stripped it almost bare, lie bad traded nearly everything tradable to obtain the cargo of bis flatboat, and the place looked dreadfully desolate. For some reason he bad taken with him bis kit of carpenter's tools for Tom was a jack-of -all-trades and tbe now empty corner where it once bad stood spoke eloquently of the sure cbauges to come. 1 he going or remaining of tbe Lincoln family would make no change in the little farm.

There was a good deal of wild, rough i beauty in tne neignoornooa. ivnoo creek could not float a flat-boat, and was only moderately good for fishing; but its banks, no and down through tbe heavy timber, had a reputation ot their own for woodchucks or ground-hogs." and little Abe had long since discovered that there was more fun to be had in digging out one of these than in hunting for the right way to spell a word. He had learned to hunt woodchucks even before leaving Rock Spring farm, along Kolia creek, and on Knob creek he had the company of his cousin, Denis Hanks, ia that aad in the higher art of catching fish. There was almost as much to be learned in the woeda. and oa the water and under is, as from Caleb Hazel; and yet Abe bad prospered notably under both his present schoolmaster and Zachariah Itiney, considering bow very few months in all he received the benefit of their instructions.

'He was yet to be a hard student, indeed, but without professional masters; so that in bis ripe manhood he should ue forced to eay that all tbe "schooling" given him from tbe lirst had amounted to less than one year ol regular tuition. It was not likely that studious tendencies would be increased in a Kentucky boy of less than 8 years by the prospect of a ereat jourcey into tbe mysterious wilder neas of Indiana. At that precise date this was still a "ter ritory, aud remained so until early in tbe fodowine winter. The possession or ltsfor ests. and of the fertile prairies beyond them to the west ward, was still sullenly disputed by the red Indians, and the tide of immigra tion was but to set in that diree tion.

For more than a generation Kentucky itelf bad bean in tbe strife between the savazes-and the settlers, "the same dark and bloody ground" which it had been for ages before the white man came, in endless struggles for its hunting-grounds, between tbe warring tribes ot tue red men. it was vet to become the scenes of bloodier battles. the causes and magnitude of which could not then have been imagined by any man. me especial cause existed and was fast increasing: but it is worthy of note that there were but a lew score of negro slaves in tbe broad reach of country then known as liar din county, and which contained the several temporary residences of loin Lincoln; also, that the emigrants from Kentucky and other slave States into Illinois aud Indiana did not go to escape contact with human servi tude, and did not even become anti-slavery men, to any extent, in tneir now nomes. Abraham Lincoln was in no sense what ever born or reared an Abolitionist, and such prejudices as bis father may have bad were not opposed to any one particular kind of labor.

i Tom Lincoln came back, and he came by land and on foot, and he bad a tale to tell when Nancy asked him bow wall be bad sold bis cargo. "Sold itt WalL ye-ea. I sold what there was left of it. The best part of it went oft down the Uhio, 'bout the time that tuar flat- boat of mine got twisted into an eddy and npeot." "Bo you kem back a-foot, an nothin' to' show for It." "Not quite so bad as that. I saved my kit of tools, and my rifle, and some of tbe barr'ls.

I got the boat righted, too, and I sold ber, and I fished up some of the other tbiDgs and I sold 'em. B-ut, Nancy, I tell ye, I've located Found a place?" "Best kind: and not a soul to interfere. It's jest about 16 miles back from the Ohio river, and a sweeter spot you never seen. We il light outen this to-morrer." "I don't keer how soon we go." It wasn't loin's nature to really move so promptly, and some days went by before the deuartnre took nlaca. Transportation of some sort was a necessity, and horses were of small price in Ken tucky in tuose days, except for tbe higher grades, bomebow or other, and by what ever title, Tom managed to obtain the ser vices of two.

such as they were. They were. at all events, good enough to carry whatever property he now had romaininz, and there was little need of a roll behind tbem. That, too, was just as wellj consider ing tne nature 01 tue roads to do traveled and tbe seasoned toughness of the bare feet of Tom Lincoln and his sad-faced wife, and of their boy and girl. There Was no thought of temotinsr a pain the nerila of -Rollin Fork and Salt river and tbe Ohio on any kind of boat or float.

Tom had had all the water he wanted. Over in the Kraveyard. near HodzenviUe. there was a very small, green hillock, to which Mrs. Liocoln paid a visit, taking Abe with her, during those days of waiting.

All she said to him about it was that if the little boy lvinz there had lived, he and Sally would now have a brotber to travel to Indiana with them. The cay of departure came at last, and the route to be traveled had been determined beforehand. Town and villages were scarce enough in all that region, and the few highway taverns were on the hues of the more frequented highways. Little, however, did Tom Lincoln or his wife care for that, and tbe children did not know enough to give such things a thought. Tbe wbole forest.

from Knob creek, to tbe Ohio, aud as far beyond that river as any! one might choose to go. was one grand bo tel. open by night and day, and wherein there was no dancer of being el bowed by other guests. Whenever a day's journey ehosnd be completed it would only be necessary to unpack the tired horses and turn tbem loose to pick their own supper. Afire could be kindled with flint and steel, aad 2Axs.

Lincoln and Sally could fry a little bacon or cook sur-h game as Tom's rifle provide. They were almost sure to fall in with eatable wild creatures in the course of rach day's march. 1 he burdens of the horses were not so heavy tint they could not now and then take on ulo a humau weight, and there was no special demand for baste. it would be a mistake to uescrtbo tne lAn- colu family as undergoing hardships or privations in such a journey as they were now making. It was more like a prolonged "picnic" than anything else.

At night a bed of boughs with a blanket thrown over tbem was as soft and comfortable a resting place as they bad ever known. There was plenty to eat and drink; tbe autumn weatner was fine; there was no shadow of perilj and as for any other matter, it was as ancy bad said, and any kind of change offered a reasonable hope of- bettering their condition. So they went on through the woods and opens untU they came out in sight of the Ohio river. "lender's Tbomnson's ferrv." exclaimed Tom. "I knowed we was ou tbe right track.

We'll git across afore sundown. I left ail the truck I didn't sell right over thar with a teller named I'osey, xsow, ancy, nurraa for Iojianny! What does 'it look like to ye!" like any other Piece of woods ever i seen." Bo it did: and so did all the country north. and the country west of it, to the great prairies; and so did the northwest, all the vast region which bas since been carved Into Btates and occupied by so many millions of happy and unhappy human beings. mere piece of wood, to look at: one in among the trees and thickots, between tbe Ohio river and lakes and the British boundary line, there were worse tnan wild boasts ior a settler to contend with. These, too, were there in sreat abundance: buif aloes.

elk, deer, panthers, bears, catamounts, wild lurs-eys, small animals innumerable; these might even be regarded as a resource and a perpetual harvest. There, however, wandering in hunting and war parties or gathered in their villages, were the Sioux. Sacs. Foxes, Pawnees and a score of other terrible tribes. Among the chief and leaders of these was the mighty Rlackbawk, even then a middle-aged warrior of high renown, and little Abe was to know many valuable things hereafter with the aid of that particular Indian.

He was, in a manner, to go to a school of his own keeping, and learn in it great practical lessons for tbe benefit of his country. Abe knew nothing of lilackhawk then. however, and bis deepest interest for, the moment was centered upon the flat-bottomed ferry-boat wbicb was to convey them across the swift aud muddy water of the U'aio. It bore a remarkable likeness to the hapless craft his father bad launched at tbe mouth of Kuob creek. The passage was made in safety, nevertheless, and so was the rest of the march to the Posey homestead; and here tbe Lincoln family passed their first night in the Territory of Indiana.

lbs next morning a was obtained and iaden with the packs from tbe two bones and poor relics of tbe cargo of Tom's flatboat. To these were added a few sacks of corn, and then all would have been very well if there bad been any road before tbem by wbicb to travel. "Ihave been tbar." said Tom. "I ken find the spot, and the trail's been blazed pretty much all tbe way." rue enough; but when be made bis choice of location he bad been unincumbered, except by tbe ride on his shoulder and the ax with which be "blazed" the trees to mark his Tath. Now he had a team and loaded wagon behind bim, and these required a wider path than that by which a hunter's feet might raas.

There was no belo for it. and' a road had to be cut by good hard ax-work wherever tbe trees stood too closely together for the wagon to squeeze between. The distance was but sixteen miles in a straight line, but it was much more bv the winding road Tom Lincoln mads. By tbe time be reached tbe land be was ty settle on he may be said to have fairly earned it. He did reach it; aud the autumn of Abraham Lincoln's seventh year founJ him a very new settler in one of the very newest of ail new countries.

THIS ZsEZ.jLC Itl-OaJf. Robert B. Wilson in the Current 1 Sweet graceful cluster of cool purple stars, Kach star a memory of tbe olden dsy Boras happiuess that life's hard lot debars Seems ever hiding- in by fragrant spray; Some dream that 1 have lost, some hope denied, borne joy half understood that now hath fled; Some summer sometime path tbat I have tried la vain to nad; some heart song tbat is dead; Some tremulous soft voice that speaks anon -Through choking tears that ever seem my own. Unseen tears of tbe soul ol semetbinc gone. borne sorrow that tue spirit bears aloue i Some glimmer of God's love of bending skies Tu.l cloned about mv trust! nir cbiliiiau, Some trembling gleam that caugut my wistful eyes Far in the bright and boundless fields of Art; Some swaying of tbe vail that hath been drawn Betwixt the painting of my hopes and me.

As when a cloud uplifted ou the dawn rToolaims the sunrise that we shaU not see; Some sacred sadness of the long ago. The touch of lips tbat have been turned to ciay; The sound of growing grass beneath the snow: Tbe scent ot flowers that have been swept All this and more my heart is made to feel. By pressing thy fresh balm against my cheek; Tbe whirl of memory makes mv hum real With thoughts that look, but nave so tongue to seas. But thou bast comfort also for my breast; "The hills," thou say'st, "have caugut a ten der tinee From far-ofl summer lands that love hath Olessed; The sugar free is decked in silken fringe; The plume-like wiUow bending by tbe 'stream Begins to live again the old-time dream; "The emerald margins of the field are shot With sold and purple gtrng, set side bv side; And limpid music like bright veins of thouirht Uoes rippling by them with the brook's dear tide; "The wild plum blossoms and the red-bud glows ar ou tue uream-iana or. tne distant bill; And on tbe green near by tbe tulip blows Beside tbe snow-drop and the daffodil "Tbe beech is tufted" so thy speech doth run "ine mapie au in tender leaves la clad; The silver poplar glistens in tbe sun; The apple blooms again all is not sad!" I know, I know, the swallow hath come back; The sycamore and elm no more delay; The ball-like buds upon the ash are black; The walnut and tbe oak still bide la gray The bursting dog-wood now is turning white; i ne spice-woou ouas oesioe tbe woodland Tbe wild anemone all pale and sligrbt Lift up her pleading face upon the hill; The saxifrage, the blood -root all are here; This song of thine I too, could catch and Sing; Almost doth hope awake with sounds of cheer And Kori ow gentler strikes her painful string.

Still dotb tbe tremhlioK beart half dread to hear The wanton babbling of the infant year All pleased and doting with new joys of spring. The orchard robed in white shall seem full soon A morning cloud close anchored oa the lawn. For now tbe palid waning April moon Turns faint upon the bosom of the Fair bloom, thy numbers I eould stUl prolong. Hut to what end" I strike my harp alone. I can not reach the far uobeediog throng.

The Master only comprehends thy song. And my interpretinz snail do thee wrong This gilded world hath but a heart of stone, 'All is not sad," thou sayest? Kay, love la here. And Beauty's image bath not Dassed away; What means it it I have found a tear. And not the sparkle of tbe jewel's ray? It is not that, it is the wretched fear That this my hindered life shall lose its trust, And 1 shall sing no song to make me dear To otber hearts wbem mine shall be but dust. He Dlda't Take the Job, New York Mail and Express.

Lady of the house (at the door) "I say, little boy, can I ges yon to freeze some icecream for mel" Little yr pay fur th jobl" "Lady "I will give you tea cents and a nice, lares dish of the cream." Little boy "Wot kinder freezer is it!" Lady "It's a two-minute LritUe boy "Xtw, I've seen tbem two- minute freezers afore. It won't pay me to work all day for ten cents." Vermes! Bare. Boston Globe. The Rf publican Rational Committee boasts that it bas an eye out on Louisiana. According to present indications it needs to keep both eyes on Kansas, Wisconsin and Illinois.

ermont Is safe. Why Tbey Are ee Called, fXew York Mail and Express. "Why are they called almighty dollars, papal" he asked of his father. And the old man replied, promptly: 'Because they are almighty hard to get." A. Hmy Oalleek.

Philadelphia Times. Between election contests and libel suite the man: from Maine is going to be pretty busy for a couple of months. WOMEN WORTH KNOWING. Members of th Gentle Eex Discussed by Olive Harper Matilda Fletcher, the Stamp Speaker A Fimous Rossis Lady. TEE BUTTER WOMAJT.

Olive Harper In Xew York World. A young lady of my acquaintance asserts tbat while women were bound to a spinning- wheel Ihey bad no time or strength left to rise in any otber persuit than that of pro viding the family with clothe but now that machinery bas relieved woman's bands, their intellectual capacity has had time develop, aad woman can now prove tbat she can bold ber bead up with a new independence as she takes her position among the ranks of artists, inventors, writers and many otber occupations hitherto debarred. It is true tbat as yet she has not been able to equal men's achieve ments in those avocations, but. considering ber short apprenticeship, she bas worked wonders. It has been my chance to have met witb many women-workers in almost all of the higher capacities, and I have always felt that everything regarding these pioneers who have stepped forward into tbe hitherto untried -realm of public life and labor was worthy of study and imitation to far as it was good, and of trying to surpass wherever it fell short of perfection.

I Among the women who hart always had my esteem, and who merit consideration i rum ber sex, is Matilda Fletcher, tsbe took a new and almost untried field as a political speaker, and "stumped the citate," and, indeed, almost tbe United btates, during several Presidential campaigns. Her intellect is of an unusual order, and ber understanding of her subject piotound, and her powers of oratory aud powerful magnetism when on tbe platform exceed those of any one I have ever heard, witn the exception of Bob Iagersoli. She can rouse any audience to the highest enthusiasm when sue feels herself in the right, bhe is also an inventor, and bas patened severel useful articles, and she wrote a book on 'Iratical Kthics for Children," which is so per- fect and thorough and valuable that it bas been translated into Kutsuan and adopted in the schools of Russia. Mrs. Fletcher is almost "entirely a self-educated woman and bas risen from a position of extreme poverty -by sheer force of talent.

People tell of -Emma Abbott goin. on her knees to beg some gentlemen to buy her a silk drees so that she could give a concert in a becoming costume. 2Jatiida Fletcher went on a platform and cave an impromptu lecture on a vital subject, temperance, in a draggled) waterproof suit, because she bad no better and was too proud to ask for anything until she bad earned it. In appearance Tshe is not over medium height, rather plump, but not fat, very fair complexion, wttb pretty teeth and winning smile, a wealth of curling light hair, and lare, intense blue eyes. She it a very pretty woman always, but when on tbe stage and llred witb her subject, which is always a grand one, she seems to grow in stature, and her whole face glows with beautiful enthusiasm, and she fairly electrihes ber audiences.

As pure in heart as she is simple in manner, it is no wonder tbat she is admired by every one as a shining example of what woman can do. It is far harder for women in other countries to achieve any public success other than that of an authoress who writes her books at borne and never personally comes in contact with the people. I call to mind two Russian ladies wbo have in different ways made names for themselves to be envied and emulated. The first is Mile. Alexandrine An-nenkoff, wbo was first lady of honor to the late Empress of Russia.

I had seen her statuary in the Vienna Exhibition, but bad never expected to meet her, yet on a voyage from Odessa to ConttantinoDla she was my- fellow-voyaarer, and we became quite irtenos. one told me that she had been anxious' from her childhood to be something more than Russian ladies usually are, and with her beloved mures as Datroness sha had studied medicine and graduated, but while studying medicine the latent artistic power suddenly developed itself, and she fell to work witn ner modelings in spite of herself, and it seemed to be child's nlav to her. and so she kept on and finally produced her first work anonymously a life-size statue of a little girl with ber mother's wedding vail thrown over her face, and shoulders. The delicate and Intricate pattern of the lace showed perfectly over the arch and lovely nine ace wiuun, ana me aimpiea snoui- aers gleamed through sweet enough utbe. ne statue bad an immediate SUCCESS, and it was considered a wnniWfnl technical tfriumph, besides being an almost perfect work of art.

This was afterwards taken to i6nua. Then she made another. 1 1 i ft.m.. i caueu lerrnuia uiiasiropne." A child in a biga-chau'uosets his bowl of bread and milk. This also had a success, and Mil.

Annenkoff told me tbat under tke patronage of the Km press she was about to establish a school for girls which would take tbe poorest and feed, clothe and educate them in any maca ui art, particularly moueung. ALUe. AnnenkoiT is only about thirty, and is an earnest, dark-eyed girl, with noble face and tne most perxect bands and feet in tbe world. The other Russian ladv is Mrs. McGahan.

the widow of the unfortunate young man wnose remains nave recently arrnved here. ibis lady is young and handsome in a bru nette style, iitbe and active and slenderly uuuii, yes iuo penecuoa ot grace in outline. Bhe early developed a talent for writing. and her mind is more suited to the study and comprenenaioa of political mat ters, so she adopted journalism as offering a better field than book writing, and it was very soon that ber gifts were appreciated. After poor McGahan died the Rus sian paper, tbe Oolox, sent ber here to write a complete history ot what an American election Is.

from the nomina tion of delegates to Chicago nntil tbe elected President took bis seat at Washington, bhe was here all threngh the Garfield campaign, and had not left when Oarbeld was shot. and the last of that series of letters ended with the pitiful banging of Guiteau. During tbat time she traveled everywhere where ber subject seemed to center, and studied it from every point, and it Is quite safe to accept the judgment of a gentleman wbo speaks tbe Itussian language and who read her letters when be says that for clearness and depth ef understanding they were simply wonasnui, as coming irom a woman. The OoIom has had the good sense to have these letters published in book form. Mrs.

McGahan has written much of. the Russian news in the New York Herald. Another woman deserving the highest esteem for her courage and determination as well as her ability is Mrs. Jane W. Bru ner, a California lady.

She bad a very unhappy domestic History, ana at last she was com palled to take her three children and leave her husband to bis own devices, bhe bad absolutely nothing to support them with. but like 'all real mothers she soon found means. She was a clever writer and a good painter, and she made a livelihood by writing sketches for the California papers, mostly on the legal condition and position of women. and by painting. She invented several valuable articles, among others a bank not that can not be imitated.

Bv her own efforts she bought a comfortable borne, educated her children and finally came to New York, where she took lessons in art work under the but masters, and now has taken a front rank as an animal painter, One of ber pictures, "The Head of a Bull." sold for $1,000 a few months since. She wrote a book called "Free Prisoners," which bad a fair success, but she bas abandoned literature for art. She is an active little woman, witb a sweet face aad winning man ner, and even now sue can not be over tiur- tv-flve rears old. Mrs. Caroline Brooks, the "batter woman, as she was called during the Philadelphia exhibition, also stepped forward from an ob scure position, and with tbe aid of ber genius, as evinced by ber "Bleeping Iolan- the," done ia home-made butter, has achieved success.

She is now in Jnew York. bas a studio of her own aad has done much creditable work, notably a figure of "The Marchioness" in tbe act of talking to Dick Swiveiler regarding tbe merits of make-be lieve lemonade. Mrs. Brooks would have been a slave to farm work all ber life baa she not possessed the divine spark and cour age and strength to fan it into flame. Near her, in the women's department In tbe Centennial ia Philadelphia, sat a quiet little lady in a gray dress explaining to visitors ber iaventioo of hollow bricks as a perfectly firnroof: buildinz material.

ThU was Mary Nolan, and she called ber invention Nolannm. These bricks were to be placed one above another la such a manner that the whole of tbe walls of a building would be virtually hollow flues, which could ot beat through suiUcieutly to com mnn irate 15 fire from one bouse to another. I do not know whether she has mad any money from her invention or not, but I noticed -yesterday a large pile of just such bricks in tronS of the new building going upon Paak row on tbe site of tbe old World Building, And to I ju'lge that they are in use. I hope she will maw area, kswa frirf.nnsi Ka taeass mm worker all ber life, giving ud much that might have been pleasant for tbe sake of others. Mary Nolan is.

besides, a very clever writer, ana ner latest dook, a humorous uoval abounds in tbs most infectious. rollicking Irish fun tbat 1 have found aside from Lev er's works. TJLK.1XO XX JLU IT COMJCSf eassss-Sbsess-ssB Or, the Wrestle VYbha Salary A Csrieege Man Vtao Earae 1,330 a Year, Uvea. Well, Enjoys Ufa a as Deesa't Bava a Cent CTueago Herald. "That was a very thickly studded story you had in the Herald last Sunday taken from a New York paper about a man who lived la a Oat and out of a salary of 1 1.000 a rear saved a70." Tbe Herald economist was talking with a young married man who bas a salary of tl.liixJ a year fuid never savee a cent.

He tuougiit tue itew York story was thickly studded, by which be meant that it was picturesque. Tbeu you don't believe a man can live in a city on that salary and fiJaVa mrtnesvr sso Wsww tlx AAAnAmiaf vsvlSrw bSsbw mrmw isivhoj isofcgw sue WWUWsWSe sW el Be at one tune in bis bfe solved the problem of living in a city Qti no salary at all. "Yes, "answered the listener, "I do. That is to say. a man can exist.

There is a rood deal of lying done about this problem of living or else I am the most extravagant man oa earth, which I don't believe. I get a year and don't save a cent. On the contrary 1 run in debt. Now yon would like to have aoaMUbing practical to pat in tbe Herald. oappose you come and take dinner with me.

And you go with me to-day so that the madams wiii have no warning. I that way yon shall see for yourself our average mode of me. Let's play the otber side oi mat new York story and see where it will land he economist and the vounar married tnan of Sl.tioO went away together to tbe home of tbe latter to 6 o'clock dinner. As they approached tbe house tbe man of high salary saui: "You notice that the portion ef town in which you are now walking is decent aad. So it was.

There was a breath of Clean liness ia the sir that was like a shower oa a parched Held. The houses were neat and tidy. is tt worth anything to a man's mind ana 1 be question bad but one answer. 1 be bouse was reached. The apartment where tne hved was a flat.

it contained five rooms, aud was up one flight of stairs. It was a rest in its -There was not a picture too many or to costly. It was comfort. Every window was a charming nook, and one could sit at any one of them and enioy One of tbe bedrooms was cool, delightful, and looked like a dell. It was festooned with and a geranium the window, and a hanging-basket of woodland greens swayed from the ceiling as if it was handed down by an angel.

Tba kitchen was es pretty as any room In the bouse. It was carpeted aad adjoined tbe back parlor. A bird cage swung from the window of this and the yellow inmaU danced and sang merrily as his salaried mas- terand comnanion entered, lhere was a coal oil stove on a table put up for is. "I don burn coal in tbe summer," says the $1,250 man. "It is expensive, dirty id beats tbe bouse.

losnlinsse la my motto. Upon that bangs a man's-coancea to grow gray and then baldbeaded. That's worth iometbing, isn't iti" The economist had to admit that such was the case. "How do you like the appearance of the flat! No flattery, for this is a common-senssi visit and one for study." There could be but on opinion as to the appearance of the flat, no matter what the object of tbe visit was, aad that opinion, waa honestly given. "I suppose yon thing that the man who owns tbe building lets me occupy this Bat for nothing!" The economist would by no rule knows to man arrive at any such a conclusion.

i'l suppose you think I get this for tba Bame tbatne would pay for a shanty oa a back street!" There was no way of arriving at that conclusion, either. "1 pay 30 for it." Cheap enough. That 30 is not for tbe bare rooms, my friend. It is for health, for respectability, for decency. My wife and boy can go out for a stroll of an evening or morning any where in this part' of the city without being knocked down or catching Some die- ease caused by filth.

Tbey can sit in any window in the bouse and have a very pretty view. Ar these things worth paying fori" The economist was silent. "Come in and let's bay something to eat." t. The table was; prettily spread. Thar "were few plates and few dishes.

There waa a rose and an evergreen of some sort In a goblet on the The little housewife was ber own bouse keeper, aad consequently her own cook. She brought in the work of her hands and culinarw taste. "This is a rump roast." said the master of the bouse. 'It makes the best roast you can buy if it is tender, and if you bay at on place you can always get it so. Bow much was this!" he asked of his wife.

"I paid $1 for it. It is a trifl larger than we generally get," said the little wife; "but we will have a stew out ef the remaining portion of it t-morrow, eh continued. There were some baked potatoes, stewed Inm. rtnm fas crala' Hraarf mA Km a It was butter, however, and simply I I im i i 1 maao tue nvuvuist im ue vtuu uui to kiss the cow that gave the milk that was churned by tbe maid that sens the result to market. "I get mj butter ia the country," said tbe man of $1,250.

the time I get it delivered it costs me as much as it would by tbe firkin on South Water street. But it is butter when it gets her. The isms with mv eggs. Is that worth anything Then there were some tans and some fruit and a bottle of claret. "I get that claret from a friend wbo procures it at wholesale, 11.50 a gallon.

Taste it. it is as good as yob or anybody can get in Chicago for more money. I drink one gallon a week. It is all the drinking I do. I never take a drink down town.

I never taste beer or whisky. I say, is there anything ia that to make a man repine Any comfort in that, my boyf Of course I could do without this win. I could move out of this neighborhood on a back street or live in a tenement, I put a cook stove up in Summer aad have my wife make a cook of herself, so that she would be tired out and peevish and fret ul when I came bosoe. Nice thlag for a man whose business cares harass bim to come home and find a cross, red-faced, peevish wife, aia't itt Helps a man to make a liv- ing, doesn't it I Makes bins young; and causes bim to sleep well! Bahl Have another glass. Then after dinner be brought out two pipes and some delicious smoking tobacco.

"1 hardly ever smoke a cigar, exoeps upoa the street. Of course, I might give yon a clay pip and some chips to smoke, i don't car to poison my nerves, so I get tbe purest and Vtmmt. tnhniwi Anvthinc wmnar in thstl Of course it costs -Tben be told his boy to take 50 cent and go out on tbe lake. This did not often occur, but it was worth the money occasionally 1 for healtn. Then, be went over to a drag store aad ordered a hansom.

"I sua going to tale my wife out for a drive," ha said. "Of course I might leave her in th house. And of course I will have to pay for this hansom; I don't own it. When com back from our drive we will feel like having a sweet sleep. I have no cheap food in my.

stomach noon wmcn to fatten a nightmare." Tbe economist ventured to ask tbe man if bis wardrob was an expensive item "So, not very. I have a pair of pantaloons, patched, to my office. I bave what common people call a Sunday suit, for wa go out now and then to visit, or to a concert underwear goes to th laundry. My wife makes her own dresses and otber wear, ex cept two dresses which she always has for evening made by the modiste. They ar trimmed over and cut down or fixed up so that they do service for a year at least.

She has a woman who comes to the house to do her wash. Khe doea her own iMminar. Ik there anything ia my Life that is extravagant 1" The Great PeliUeel Grave Digger. Galveston Newt. If Dana doesn't throw butler before be is a week ia th field, th New York political grave digger must tire lost bis cunning.

BUeaeW as Sfaeeaee. Albany Argus, Tbe sllenc of Mr. Edmunds is a good deal more audible than tbe of Ilawlty or the howling of Hear..