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Logansport, Indiana
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SISTER ROSE. g_ /css^.-^ I tT TrVT *A JLilAJtSkfrCfcLbUW.^. X*. \/f».^^aSi. ' A STORY OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION! W^n ^n rn ~ !r BY WILKIE. COLLINS. INTERNATIONAL CHAPTER VI. .NEXORABLY the 1 important morrow came; irretrievably, for good or for evil.tho momentous marriage-vow was uttered. Charles Danville and Rose Trudaine were now man and wife. Tho prophecy of the magnificent sunset *ver-n!ght bad not proved false. It was -ft cloudless day on the marriage morning. The nuptial ceremonies had proceeded smoothly throughout, and had even satisfied Madame Danville. She •returned with the wedding-party Trudainc's house, all smiles and renity. To the bride she was graciousness Itself. "Good girl," said the old lady, following Rose Into a corner, and patting her approvingly on the check with her fan. "Good girl! you have looked well this morning—you done credit to my son's taste. Indeed, you have pleased me, child! Now go upstairs, and g(;t on your traveling dress, and count on 7ny maternal affection as long as you make Charles •happy." It hnd been arranged that tho bride xtnd bridegroom should pass their honeymoon In Brittany, and then return, to Danvills's estate near Lyons. The parting was hurried over, as all fluch partings should be. The carriage jiad driven off—Trudaine. after lingering long to look after it, had returned iastlly to tho house—the very dust of PRESS ASSOCIATION" i inpr cloud. Creator changes have passed I over tho firmament of France. What was Revolt fivo years ago is Revolution now—revolution which has enguli'od thrones and principalities and powers; which has sei up crownless, inhercdilP.ry kinss and counselors oE its own, and lias bloodily torn them down again by dozens; wl'.ich luis raged and raged on unrestrainedly in fierce earnest, until but one king can still govern and control it for a little while. That King Is named Terror, and seventeen hundred and ninety-four is tho year of his reign. Monsieur Lomaque, land-steward no longer, sits alone In an oIHalal-looklng room in one of the official buildings of to i Paris. It is another July evening. as so- fine as that evening when he and Tru- daine sat talking together on too bench overlooking the Seine. The window of the room is partly open,' and a faint, pleasant breeze is beginning to flow through it r.ow, Lomaque breaths un- waa likely ere long to cosf'her her life. Dauville knew her well enough to know that there wns but one way of savins her, and thereby saving-himself. She had always refused to emigrate; but ho now insisted that she should selxo tho first opportunity he could procure for her of quitting France until calmer times arrived. Probably she would have risked her own lillo ton times over rather than have obeyed him; but she lu-.rt not the courage to risk bni- son's too; and she yielded for his sake. Partly by secret influence, partly by unblushing fraud, Danville procured icr her such papers and permits au would enable her to leave France by way of Marseilles'. Even then she refused to depart, until she knew what her son's plans were for the future. Ho showed her a latter which he was about 10 dispatch to Robespierre himself, vindicating his suspected patriotism, and indignantly demanding to be allowed to prove it by filling seme office, no matter how small, under the redoubtable triumvirate which then governed, or more propsr- ]y, terrified France. The sight of this document reassured Madame Danville. She bade her son farewell, and departed at last, with one trusty servant, for Marseilles. have i easily, as if still oppressed by ilie try midsummer heat; and there are signs of perplexity and trouble in his face as ho looks down absently now and then into the street. The times ho lives in are enough of themselves to sadden his face. In tho Reign of Terror'no living being in all the city of Paris can rise in tho morning and be certain of escaping the spy, the arrest, or the guillotine, before night. Such times arc trying enough to oppress any man's spirits; but Lomaquo is not thin king of them now. Out of a mass of papers which lie before him on his old writing table, he has just jm&^llj t-V L.11U 11 U UOL. kill; »^ij vt n«J i. vt, --- -...— — . — ... --,-3 --, the whirling wheels had all dispersed— i taken up and read one, which has car- there was absolutely nothing to see— j ried his thoughts back to the past, aud and yet, there stood Monsieur Lo.iir.quo ! to the changes which have taken place at the outer gate; idly, as if ho was an "'"-- ' independent man—calmly, as if no such responsibilities as tho calling of Madame Danville's coach, and the escorting of Madame Danville back to Ly-02:9^ £oulcl possibly rest on his sboul- .ders. Idly and calmly, slowly rubbing one iaad over the other, slowly nodding his head in the direction by which the bride and bridegroom had departed, .stood the eccentric land-steward at the outer gate. On a sudden, the sound ,^oJ footsteps approaching from tlie house seemed to arouse- him. Once more ho ••'.-looker! out into the road as if he expected still to see the carriage of the newly married couple. "Poor girl!— ah, poor girl!" said Monsieur Lomaque : aoftly to himself, turning round to ascertain who was coming from tho house. It was only the postman with a letter In his hand, and the post-bag crumpled up under his arm, •"Any fresh news from Paris, friend ?" naked Lomaque. "Very bad, monsieur," answered the postman, "Camille Desmouline has appealed to the people in the Palais Royal —there are fears of a riot." •"Only a riot," repeated Lomaquc, sarcastically. "Oh, what a brave government nor to be afraid of anything •worse! Any letters?" he added, hastily dropping tho subject. "None to the house," -said the postman—"only otic from it. given me by ' Monsieur Trudaine. Hardly worth •While'," he added, twirling tho letter in his h'nmi, "to put it into the bag, is It?" Lomaque looked over his shoulder as he spoke and saw that the letter was directed to the President of the Academy of Science, Paris. "I wonder whether he accepts the jlace'.or refuses it?" thought the land- steward, nodding to the postman, and 'continuing his 'way back to the house. At the door he met Trudaine, who said to him rather hastily. "You arc going back to Lyons with Madame Danville, I suppose?" "This very day," answered Lomaquc. ' "It you should hear of a convenient bachelor-lodging at Lyons, or near it," continued the other, dropping his voice and speaking more rapidly than before, "you .would be doing me a favor if you would let me know about it." jLomaquo assented; but before ho could add a question which was on the tip .of. his tongue, Triulaine had vanished in .the interior of the house. "A 'bachelor-lodging!" repeated the land-stcwnrd, standing alone on tho door-step. "At or near Lyons! Aha! Monsieur Trudaine, I put your bachelor- lodging and your talk to me last night together; and I make out a sum-total which is, I think, pretty near the mark. You have refused that Paris appointment, my .friend; and I fancy I can guess why." : He. paused thoughtfully, and shook his head with-omlnous frowns and bit- Ings o£ his lips. ' . "All clear enough in that sky." ho continued, after awhile, looking up at tho lustrous mid-day heaven, "All clear enough there; but I think I see a little cloud rising In a certain household firmament • already—a little cloud which hides much, and which I for one shall watch carefully." CHAPTER VII. IVE years have elapsed since Monsieur L o m a q u e stood thoughtfully at the gate of Tru- dalne's house, look- Ing . after the carriage of the bride and bridegroom, and seriously ro- fleeting on the events of the future. (-'Gifeat changes have pasesd over that domestic fn-mament in which he prophetically discerned the little warn- since he stood alone .on tho door-step of Trudainc's house, pondering on what might happen. More rapidly even than ha had foreboded, those changes had occurred. In less time oven than he had anticipated, the sad emergency lor which Rose's brother had prepared, as for a barely possible calamity, overtook Trudaine, and called for all the patience, the courage, the self-sacrifice, which he had to give for his sister's sake. By slow gradations downward, from bad to worse, hor husband's character mani- j festcd Itself less and less disguisoilly j almost day by day. Occasional slights j ending in habitual neglect; careless estrangement 'turning to cool enmity; small insults which ripened evilly to great injuries—these were the pitiless signs which showed her that she had risked all and lost all while still a young woman—these were the unmerited afflictions which found her helpless, and would have loft hor helpless, but for the ever-present comfort and support of her brother's self-denying love". From the first, Trudaine had devoted himself to meet -such trials as now assailed him; and like a man he met them, in deJinnco alike of persecution from tho mother anu o£ insult from the son. The hard ta-ik was only lightened when, nn time advanced, public trouble began to mins'ic itself with private grief. Then absorbing political necessities came as a relief to domestic misery. Then it grew to be the one purpose and pursuit of Danville's life cunningly to shape his course so that he might move safely onward with the advancing revolutionary tide—'he cared not whither, as long as he kept his possessions safe and his life out of danger. His mother, inflexibly true to her old- world convictions through all peril, might entreat and upbraid, might talk of honor, and coun.gc, and sincerity- he heeded her w.t, or heeded only to laugh. As he Iiftd taken the false way with his wife, so he was now bent on taking it with -the world. The years passed on; destroying changes swept hurricane-like over the old governing system of France; and still Danville shifted successfully with the shifting times. The first clays of I the Terror approached; In public and in j private—in high places and in low— j each man now suspected his brother, i Crafty as Danville was, even he fell under suspicion at last, at headquarters in Paris, principally on his mother's account. This was his first political failure, and in a moment of thoughtless rage and disappointment, he wreaked the Irritation caused by it on Lomaque. Suspected himself, he In turn suspected the land steward. His mother fomented the suspicion—Loma- que wns dismissed. In the old times the victim would have been ruined—in the new times he was simply rendered eligible for a political vocation in life. Lowaque was poor, quick wittecl, secret, not scrupulous. He was a good patriot, he had good patriot friends, plenty of ambition, a subtle, cat-like courage, nothing to dread—and he went to Paris. There were plenty o£ small chances there for men of his calibre. Ho waited for one of them. It came; he made tho most of it; attracted favorably the notice of the terrible Fouquier-Tlnvillc; and won his way to a place in the office of the Secret Police. Meanwhile Danville's anger cooled down; ho recovered the use of that cunning sense which had hitherto served him well, and sent to recall the discarded servant. It was too late. Lomaquo was already in'a position 10 set him at defiance—nay, to put his neck, perhaps, under the blade of the guillotine. Worse than this, anonymous letters reached him, warning him to lose no time in proving his patriotism by some indisputable sacrifice, and in silencing his mother, whose imprudent sincerity CHAPTER VIII. ANYILLE'S intention in sending his letter to Paris had been simply to save him.-elil by patriotic bluster. He was- thunderstruck at receiving a reply, taking him at his word, and summoning him to the cnpi'al to accept employment there under the then existing government. There was no choice but to obey. So to Paris lie journeyed; talcing his wife with him into the very jaws of danger. He was then at open enmity with Tru- daine; and the more anxious ami alarmed he could make tho brother feel on the sister's account, the better ho was pleased. True to his trust and his love, through all dangers as through all persecutions, Trudaine followed them; and the street of their sojourn at Paris, in the perlolus days of tho Terror, was the street ot' his sojourn too. Danville had been astonished at tha acceptance of his proffered services- found that the.post selected for him was one of the superintendent's places in that very office of Secret Police In which Lomaquo war, employed as agent. Robespierre and his eollcgnes had taken the measure for their man- he had money enough, and local importance enough, to be worlh studying. The affairs ot tha Secret Police wcrs the sort of affairs which an unscrupulously cunning man was fitted to help on; and the faithful exercise of that cunning In the service of the state was ensured by the presence of Lomaque in the office. The discarded servant was just the right sort of spy to watch the suspected master. Thus it happened that, in tho office of the Secret. Police of Paris, and under the Reign of Terror, Lomnque's old master was, naturally, his master still—the superintendent to'whom be was ceremonially accountable, in public—the suspected mnn, whoso slightest words a;id deeds he was officially set to watch, in private. HAD TO Pi?.Y TWICE. I'lljilit of an Occnn Truvi-lor Wlio T.nst Ills Ticket. There was one young man on the steamship New York, says the New York Times, who paid wrll for his passage. When it came time to present his ticket to the steward it was not to be found. Pockets were turned Inside out, trunks were turned upside down, hat- bands torn out and a stateroom converted into a wilderness of pillows, bedclothes and clothing. The unfortunate passenger asked every man, woniau and child on the ship: "Have you seen ticket No. 1,001?" Notices were posted on the bulletin board. The next day the passenger lost his identity. Everybody called him "1,001." From that time he was known by his ticket, number. "Have you seen Mr. '1,001,' to-day?" some one would ask. Then a dozen voices would ask: • "Which '1,601,' the man or the j ticket?" After the big dinner Thanksgiving day, Mr. "1,601" gave up the 'struggle and paid $125 for his passage. This is tho way he figured It up; "I have examined the first and second cabin passengers and know everything they possess. When I state that the New York customs authorities won't get'within a few thousands oC what is due them I give expert testimony,' "The steerage had 202 passengers In it. It would take mo :it least, three days to examine them, and that would •bring me into Sunday, and as we are due Saturday. I guess I'll give it up." Whan "1.C01" left tho pier yesterday he was better known than the purser. Tho Moiiiioiit Kind of IJnalnc«n. Very few people among the general public know that a certain class of small brokers and stick and umbrella sellers o£ London, who have -not got regular shops of their own, make quite a living.out of the-sales of articles left in railway carriages and waiting rooms and subsequently disposed of at auction. LINCOLN'S OLD CABIN. TO BE REMOVED FROM CHICAGO TO WASHINGTON. Tlif» M'Ltan HOOKO at Appomattox—Thli In Where Grunt nncl Leo Met nn6 Kl£D«il tli«i Torino of SuiTBudcr—Will Also Ho Fr*siirvaU. (Special LcLtcr.) .\ $ H I X G T 0 N, v/hioli possesses so many historic treasures, is to be further enriched by two relics of national, importance about which arc entwined most f.losely memories or the two great Union and Confederate leaders, as well ns of the president who foil just as his dreams of a re-united land were being realized. These relinE are i.lie log cabin, which was built by Lincoln and his father, pud the McLean Dome at Appoinaltox, Virginia, tho place in which Lee and Grant met and signed the terms of surrender. The Lincoln log cabin is now in Chicago, but it is but the question of a short while before it will be brought on and erected in Washington. The McLean house will stand in the same lot and both will comprise part of a museum which will be tho property of patriotic Washington gentlemen, pvomlnent iimosg them being Colonel ?J. E. D-.mlap, to whose energies is duo yer In Sptlngflefa. Lincoln's father was dead, and the president-elect picked. up from tha ground-'a'bit of old scantling, broke it in two, sharpened one end, and, walking over to his father's grave, drove the piece of wood on which the father's initials were cut, at the head of the grave, remarking that when he could afford it he would get something better. When the money was afterwards sent so that a tombstone could be erected, the recipient of the fund pocketed it, and had it not been for the generosity of Mr. C. P. Gunther, of Chicago, the grave woulii have long ago sunken out of sight. .After the death of the elder Lincoln, the stepmother, who was much loved by Lincoln, lived in the cabin with a near relative, John Hall, who remained with her till her death ia 1S6D. The cabin then passed through several hands, but was at last bought by an association in Chicago, and from 1 this it was obtained by its present owners. Among the relics of the family which will he plnced in the hut will be the bed on which Lincoln first slept, the wheel on which the yarn for his clothing was spun and the axe which he used in cutting fence rails. The McLean house is yet at Appomattox, but is not standing, as some years ago it was carefully taken down with the view o£ moving it to Washington. But just at that time the financial panic came on and the project was postponed, but it is certain that it will now be successfully carried out. Prior to the dismantling of tho place, Colonel Dunlap had a series ot photographs taken as well as a great many blue prints showing the exact THE LINCOLN LOG CABIN, THOUGHT IT WAS A HORNET. How • Grocery Clerlc'i .Cnro tor crunk* •r Stalling WorU'fl. A country store Is the scene of many curious happenings, says the Philadelphia Times. One of these occurred in a small village in the upper part of Duchess county. The clerk was a bright, smart, active country lad who was equal to all emergencies. He found that a certain denizen of the place, named "Jake Brown," always found a convenient sitting on the counter ia the farther part of the store near the cracker barrel and that when the clerk's eyes were not upon him the old man's position allowed bin: to pilfer a number of biscuits. The clerk eoon grew tired of this and he arranged a good-sized needle with a spring in a hole on the counter under the oilcloth covering, with a long string, which could be pulled at any point in the store. One extremely hot day in June the old man entered tha store and took his position as usual on top of the counter near the cracker barrel. The clerk was apparently engaged with a customer, but had his eye on "old Jake," tad when he was reaching for the crackers the string was pulled. "Jake" went up in the air, landing on his feet in the middle oJ the store. He felt for the object oJ attack, he wearing only overalls. Not being rewarded in his search, ho mounted the counter a second time and was about to make another attempt at cracker raising when he felt another thrust which lifted him in the air again. He started for the attic above the store. His prolonged absence caused the clerk to go up to tha attic, where he found it as hot as an oven, to see what was going on. He found the old man distracted and nearly disrobed in the middle ot the floor, shaking his overalls furiously. Tha sight was laughable. The clerk asked him what was the matter. He replied: "This morning, while mowing in tho meadow, I struck a hornets' nest, and one of the pesky things has crawled up the leg of my overalls and has struck me twice, and I'm hunting for It." The clerk wore a smile. the preservation of those souvenirs of the most memorable epoch of American history. Colonel Dunlap, who fought under General Banks, is the owner of the McLean house, the title of the cabin being with tho rest of the gentlemen who are organized under the name of the National War and Museum Company. The Lincoln cabin, when it stands in the shadow of the capitol, will be just the same rough frontier abode as it was when built of unhewn logs in 1S36. Every bit of timber, every nail, every shingle has been religiously preserved, so that there will be tile rude hut with its fireplace of broken bricks, its pegs running up the walls 'which had no ladder to mount to the garret, its tumbling door and ill-ehapen window just OK they stood when Lincoln paid his farewell visit to his home before leaving for Washington and his inauguration. Lincoln was born in Kentucky, but moved with his father to Indiana at an early age and it was in Spencer appearance of the rooms, and each bit of boarding is numbered so that the house will be just as it was be-fore it was torn down. Even the plastering has been preserved and stored In barrels, so that it can be again mixed and used in mortaring tho bricks. These bricks now lie in a heap, but are closely guarded, so as to prevent j the depredations of relic hunters. When brought to Washington, the house will be rebuilt exactly as It was on the day on which the articles of currender were signed. Much of the old furniture has been secured, and as far as possible the rooms will look just as they did thirty years ago. Negotiations have been opened with Mr. Gunther looking to the bringing on of his famous collection of" war relics and the storing of them in the house, j so as to make a most interesting must-urn. If this is accomplished, most of the furniture will be restored to its old chambers, and the table on which the terras of agreement were drawn up, which is owned by Mr. Gunther, Rope for a Tlrn. A wheelman who happened to be fc man of resources had his tire punctured while on the way home from Coney island a tew days ago. He removed the tire, substituted a piece of. heavy rope in its place and rode to his home, a distance of about eight miles, without discomfort. The club ;of which he is a member is so proud of his performance that it hr;s had the 'rope f'r2»e<j.—New York World. Tli" V.'UIOT'* JH-lo-1 -on. Unscrewing the cover from an old, .locked mclodeon, that the instrument might aid the choir at the funeral of a childless New England widow who lied last wee!;, the decedent's reli-' •lives cacie upon $12,000 in United States bonds stowed away inside. In tho Llirhi or KTjji-rlnncc. The Newly Married JIan (on his first night off, sadly)—I wonder what my wife will say when I get home? The Ot] ler _When you've been married as long as I have, old man, you'll know ^beforehand.—Truth. i ?fe'& S^^iMf"%silP',fevl''^ffif 1 ' 1 i'..> THE M'LEAN HOUSE AT APPOMATTOX. The quality of mercy Is not straln'fl; It droppcth, as the gsntle rain from heaven, Upon the place beneath. •. ' —Shakespeare. Nothing grows so fast as trouble is nursed: ; . . . . ',-,•,':. county that his mother, who was a Miss Nancy Hanks before marriage, died. Young Abe was then a lad of about eight. The father subsequently returned to Kentucky, where ho married a second time, his last wife being a sweetheart of his early youth. As Miss Bush she had won the elder Lincoln's heart, but she discarded him for a Mr, Johnson. Mr. Johnson died, and Mr. Lincoln being a widower, tho affair of old times was renewed and in a short time the second Mrs. Lincoln was ensconced in her new home in Coles county, Illinois, Here it was that Mr. Lincoln, with the help of young Abe, erected the cabin. In this hut the future presidc-nt slept for the first time in his life in a bc:d, for as a small boy his only couch was a pile of leaves in a corner. The second wife, who proved to be'a most devoted stepmother, brought with her from her old Kentucky home a common bedstead on which the boy w; put to sleep and on which his father and stepmother afterwards diod. When Lincoln was studying-law he ipont part of his time at his father's cabin, employing himself by mastering the books ol Euclid. With a bit of paper held on the back ot a shovel he worked out all of the problems till the whole book was clear as day to his mind; then he set out from the humble abode to begin his career as a law- will be placed on the very spot it occupied In April, 1SG5. The house was owned at the time of the surrender by Mr, Wilmer McLean, who used to boast that'the war opened and closed on his premises. While living at Manassas the battle ot Bull Run Was fought -almost on hio farm, and it. was to get out oE. the theatre of active hostilities that ho moved his family .down to Appomai- tox, thinking that the tide oi conflict would not flow so far south. But, by a strange coincidence, the very last act in the drama was in his parlor. The Confederate r.rmy, about ten thousand strong,, reached Appomattox at dawn on the rnonihig of the 9th of April, and after an ineffectual attempt to break through the slowly contracting lines of the enemy, gave up in despair. Lee decided that it would-bo a useless waste of life to prolong the struggle,' KO arrangements were made that the two commanding generals should meet in. the village and agree upon the terms of capitulation. It was near 11 In the morning v.'hen Grant and Lee met in the road, and, as there was no convenient place where writing could be clone, the party went to the house of. Mr. McLean and occupied his parlor. Here the terms were discussed and the final disposition of ,_> Southern trooos agreed upon. THE CHURCH MILITANT. The meetings lately held at Fort Dodge, Ia., under the ministration, and 'preaching of Dr. L. W. Muahail, were 'a splendid success, It is reported. ' Bishop Stephen M. Merrill, of the M. E. Church, is prostrated by a stroke iwhich is believed to be paralytic. This !is the second attack of a similar na- iture the Rev. Dr. has lately suffered. : It is said that the Rev. Samuel D. •Merrill, now of Rochester, , was the ifirst white child born In the territory. ; now state, of Nebraska, v.-hen his tattler was laboring as a missionary amc~ag the Indians. Reports from the various camp meetings, that have been held all over ithe country, indicate that this year, •whatever may betide in the other affairs of the nation, the open air wor- Iship of the living Got! has been wcH iand fruitfully attended,'. The Evangelical Lutheran Church of the United States and Canada held lt» 'annual conference at Evassvillc, led., 'lately Officers for the enduing year 'were elected as fol!?TvS: President^ Rev. John Badring',' Milwaukee; vice president, Rev. Peter Grant, Pittsburg, •Pa.; secretary, Prof." Joia Schaller. 'New Ulm, Minn.; treasurer, Chris Yan- •'sen, Detroit; chspla!::-, Rev- C. C '.Schmidt, St. Louie. - -l •' The sum of $18,000 has been raised •for the Ecmi-cectcsmifll i;: honor of tho ; Rev. Dr. Richard S. Storrs, pasior ot •the Pilgrim Congrpsaiional church, Brooklyn, and iho s::m is constantly 'growing. The speciai co-.nmiti.ee hopes to complete (bo f^ill amount ci $25,000 by November 13, when it is proposed to 'celebrate the s-^i- 'Storrs' pastflr.iio :u Pilgrims by spo.-!::! of Dr. Church of the .-vicos in the ajiiity .1 groat Academy of church, and in all mass mcctirg in Music. AT immense cro ipated in lh 3 t Methodist camp ;r. Grove, N. J., unCt-r ''••-' p; B. Harris. 'Hie caving days o£ the last week V:OVE rr/ivrVil by -J:o prostra- .-d ci people partic- cuy-slxth annual >t::i^ at Fitan tion of Rev. M.Vrruoa. who was overcome while dt : . vu- ; ni; a sermon. The speaker hr.tl 1;'.!;:] ulcco'-rsing for about a ha!£ ho"r v.-::-2 Sis auditors were startled by e>-'.n,7 n pallor spread over his fc«. U.-.:v,",ci: S ; Eos-rail.' ''detecting his condi::c2. ^ported him to a chair n-^d IK- v.'a- al'tcr.vr.rd removed Irom the i);r.tfo"iK, and, after a quiet rest in the miniGtorial room, .he- revived. I \

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