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"FAINT HEART NE'ER WON FAIR LADY." steepest hill in the neighborhood, on his new tricycle, he was pondering the old question in hi- mind. Could he take tbe fatal plunge or was, it too costly. A trim, graceful figure on the road before him, as at last he gained the summit, drove all else to the four winds; and in an instant he had overtaken the object of his agitations, and sprung to the ground beside her. •-.Mr. Allerdyce?" she said, turning with her own bright look to shake hands; "how- like a ghost you stole upon me! Oh, I see, it was on a tricycle, and what a beauty! Do let me look at it." And Richard, nothing loath, began to display his new toy—a per- fect thing in build and finish—the Aller- dyces" possessions always were the most per- fect of their kind. MEN'S WOMEN IN FICTION. An lnterestlny Question Discussed the, Sorosis Club. Correspondence -<. Y. World. "A hat of last year's fashion !" "But her eyes ivere lifie gray stars." "And her maimer dreadfully quick and decided." "Bright and sparkling, I should call it." "My dear Richard, you are really absurd. Tie- girl is a hospital nurse, and what woman with any refinement or delicacay would take np such a profession as thatl It shows she can't be nice." "Ladles do such things nowadays" —less defiantly. "Now you know you're only saying so be- causi Bhe's pretty. Of course ladies do queer things nowadays, but that doesn't excuse an unwomanly feeling. Besides, she's only a solicitor's daughter. I Bhant ask mamma to call." He began to explain it to her, forgetting all about the chemist uncle, but she inter- rupted him "Y-s, I know all about them, thanks. I see, it is a regular bit of perfection. I should so like to try it; may I?" Once more Richard was dumb with sur- prise. Alady on a tricycle was as yet an un- heard of tiling in ru-tie Ciieilowdean, and it seemed an outragioua idea to him. "I really don't think you could," he fal- tered. "My sisters never have done such a thin.-." "Your sisters? Oh, perhaps not," with a little smile at the idea. "But I am quite used to tricycles. I ride one whenever I ean get a chance." "But don't, you think common civility—" "No, 1 don't. She's only staying at the rectory, and we're not breed to call on everyone's friends. Besides, Capt. Ilard- wicke Is expected home, and it would make it awkward. What would one of Lord Bel- mont's people say if we asked them to meet like Miss Travers!" "All the - pretty and lady- inyone I ever met in these parts." '•Very likely, but she's not iu our set. Now, Richard, if you say any more I shall begin to think you are falling in love with ber, if the idea is not too absurd. Bul Richard had closed the drawing-room door upon his Bix Bisters' languid voices, and was half-way across the wide lawn with its brilliant parterres of .summer flowers. Poor Richard Allerdyce! only son of the richest banker in ChcUowdean, people of good fam- ily, but with just that uncertainty of Bocial position which made them afraid of overstep- tny boundaries,rather gratified at being on intimate terms with Lord Belmont and the Hardwickes, he was of divided mind this summer afternoon. He had been greatly taken oy that sweet, face and slight figure in the rectory pew last Sunday; was sensible of a thrill of more than civil interest when he met their owner walking home with the good old rector alter services, and was introduced to •• Mi-s Travers.-' while the eyes ' like gray stars" were suddenly raised to his; and he had ever since, spent a larger portion of the time than was strictly needful in walking pas! the rectory's rose-covered garden gate But, on the otiier side, his sisters' words had certainly struck home. Further blow for Richard; but there was no knowing how to refuse her, and be stood aside. She took her place like one who was thoroughly used to tricycles, and he could not but admit she adorned her position. "What a delicious hill to run down!" she said, with a happy little laugh, as she placed her dainty feel on the treadles. "I really must try it." "Pray.pray don'tattempt it!" was Richard's horrified remonstrance, for the hill stretched down even more abruptly than on the side he had ascended, and near the bottom there was a sudden sharp turn, with the railway line running just below —the nastiest bit of road for miles an.nnd. Perhaps even Agatha Travers would have hesitated to hazard it bad it not been for the consternation in Richard's I ".Mr. Allerdyce, you are faint-hearted," she Baid gayly, as she started on her down- ward course- a little more rapidly than she had at first intended, but Richard's new tri- cycle ran smoothly. His heart was in his mouth, as the countrv folk say, as she began to glide rapidly off. She turned her head, and Hashed back a merry defiance. "My uncle, the chemist at Rochester,used to say" —Then the wlcked^sparkle faded suddenly, and she culled quick and clear: "Can't you stop me, pleasel The brake is stiff; I can't make it work; it's running away." Poor Richard of the faint heart! It seemed to die within him. The next second he darted forward, but It was just one second too late. The check she had been able to put" On the heavy machine with the treadles ceas- ed to keep it back, and faster and faster it tore down the perilous road. In all bis life to come Richard will never know any minute so long as that next, while the straight, slight figure flying through space seemed to swim before his eyes, aud his knees knocked together as he stood. Brought up, as all the Allerdyces were, like hot house plaats, sheltered from every breath ol frosty air, it was not strange that Richard at 25, though a big, burly enough young Englishman to look at, was but little ofa man in mind or heart. Knowledge Of the world had been carefully kept from him, as from his sisters, lest they should learn evil; but their very ignorance had cost them the loss ofpower to choose between evil and good, und had given them weak prejudies and con- ceited opinion at! ven ess, instead of a mind to discern and prefer the right. Richard's handsome face was overcast as he swung out of the lodge gates and down the road. Miss Travers a hospital nurse! certainly it was a shock. Not only did it seem to him unwomanly for a woman to work at all, but infinitely more so to do menial work. And then the awful thought of what his mother,and sisters would say. wen they asked to receive a hospital nurse as his future wife! For it had gone us far as that in Richard's susceptible mind, even in these three short days. All at once his thoughts broke off, as Miss Travers herself, swi et and bright as ever, in her black dress, came out from the rectory gate, the great rectory mastiff pacing behind her. Now, Richard's own collie was at bis mas- ter's heels, and there was a border feud of long standing between these two faithful fol- lowers. There was one angry growl, a heavy rush, a thud, and then a brown body aud a black rolled together in the dust in a manner suggestive of a doe's funeral on one side or the other. Richard, who was actually stag- gered by the suddenness of it all. could not for a moment regain his senses; and when he did, it was to find Miss Travers, both white hands locked in the hair of Rollo's v neck, pulling him from his foe with all her strength, and calling to "Mr. Aller- dyce" lo Lake hold of bis dog aud pull him off." On, ou—faster, taster! She managed somehow to cling to the Bteering handle and keep the machine iu the middle of the road, but the mad pace grew more desperate. She could never turn that fatal corner hy the railway embankment; over it she must go. And it was just then that Richard and she both together saw tbe puff of snow-white smoke from the hillside, that told them the evening express was out of the tunnel, and thundering down that very bit of line. It all Hashed over Agatha in one rush; would the fall kill her, or would it be the train? It must be one or the other; tha next second or two would settle that; and a swilt prayer was on her lips, but what she never quite knew, for even as she breathed it some- one or something in brown tweed knicker- bockers burled itself over the roadside stile before ber, a stout stick darted into the fly- inir wheel, and with one quick swerve "the tricycle crashed into the ditch, and lay there, a confused mass of spinning spokes and mutilated tires, while Agatha Hew out from its midst like a ball, and alighted on a grassy bank a yard or two away; and the express rushed past with a wild yell on the line just below, and vanished round a sharp curve that matched the road above it. Then, and then alone, did Richard's legs regain their power of locomotion, and he set offas fast as they could carry him to where the little black li_;urc lay. Somehow it took longer to run down that hill than the last de- scent would have led one to think, for when Richard, panting aud breathless, reached the scene of the accident, the little black figure, very much out of its usual trim neatness, was seated on the grassy tangle that broke her fall, busily binding up with her own small handkerchief a deep gash in the hand of the kniekerbockered person who knelt at her side, lt was a very pale face tbat looked up at Richard's, with the sort of awe that any human creature must wear who has jus't been face to face with death, bnt her great -ray eyes had a wonderful shining light in them. "The poor tricycle!" she said. "lam so sorry. Is it very badly hurt!" And, in the fervor ofbis relief and gladuess Richard could find words for nothing but: "Bother the tricycle!" He was ready enough to say something, however, presently, when he found himself obliged to stop and see its remains decently- cared for, while Capt. Hardwicke took charge of Miss Travers' return to the rectory. She said she was none the worse for her fall, but perhaps she was a little shaken; but Capt. Ilardwicke kindly offered ber bis arm, and she took it. Richard hurried after them be- fore long, bis whole heart aglow. That awful minute this afternoon bad taught him that life without Agatha Travers would seem a poor and worthless thing, were she a factory girl. He hurried after them, therefore, and came in sight of the rectory gate as two hands, one very neatly bandaged, unclasped over it and a small dark bead raised itself swiftly from a brown tweed shoulder, where it seemed to bave been resting. "Good gracious," was all Richard could utter, as Agatha vanished, and Capt. Hard- wicke, looking odiously radiant, sauntered toward him. She was belnc: whirled round in the cloud of dust by the frantic waltzers before Richard could quite settle where to "take hold," but that task was performed for him by a gentle- man in twee.I knickerbockers, who started out of the "White Hart," a few rods away, anil ran to the rescue. Between Miss Travers and himself tbe combatants wen; separated, each carrying away a few fragments of the other's person; and Miss Travers, flushed, panting, covered with dust, but looking love- lier than EUchardbad ever seen woman look before. Bank back against the rectory wall ami tried to laugh. The stranger lifted his bat, looking straight at her with a pair of piercing brown eyes. "Excuse me, Miss Travers!" he said, in rather an off-hand manner, "but that was about as rash a thing as anyone could possi- bly do. The dogs might both bave turned on you aud bitten you badly." "Thank you. Captain Hardwicke, I had not the least fear," was her only response, given with a little haughtiness; aud the gen- tleman, with a nod to Richard, turned "and strode away as rapidly as he bad come. ".Miss Travers! are you hurt?" Richard was able to articulate at last." You never should bave done a thing like that. Hard- wicke was riirht; it was awfully rash! By the way. you know Ilardwicke?" "No, I'm not hurt a bit." The-wonderful gray eyes were dancing with fun now. "Don't scold me, please. I know it was a Billy thine- to do, but I did'nt stop to think. Pray don't look so horrified!" "But if you bad been bitten?" "Well, t wasn't." And her face dimpled with a friendly smile at his shocked lo#k. "But you know Ilardwicke:"' he persisted, unable to get over bis surprise in that quar- ter. "Oyes." Her face grew cold instantly. "Capt. Ilardwicke was in hospital with an accident some months ago—my hospital. I bad charge of bim there, that's all." And Bhe pulled a rose so sharply from tbe hedge that it fell to pieces in her hands. "Look there!" she laughed, showering the petals on the ground before ber; "Ictus cover over the battle-field with flowers," and »hc laughed again. "Ah, Allerdyce, old fellow, caught us, bave you? Then I may as well tell you all my tremendous good luck at once, and take your congratulations. Perhaps you've heard bow Miss Travers' nursing saved my life last year, and when, of course, I fell in love with her, as who wouldn't? She would have it it was only gratitude, and refused to let me make what she called a mesalliance, just because there's that brute of a title coming to me some day. I told her I thought all tbat rubbish was obsolete, and offered to drop the title altogether if she liked; but nothing would do. and wc parted rather out of temper. I beard she was down here, and ran down to see my uncle, hoping be would talk her over, but I began to think it was no use. And, do you know, I was frantically jealous of you, old fellow! I saw she liked you, and I almost believe you could have cut me out early in the day, ifyou'd had the pluck to try, she was so set against me. But to-day has made it all right, and she thinks I've saved her life this time, so we're quits. Well, old man, am I not tbe luckiest man alive?" Richard went home more thoughtful than ever. Surely this woman was a novel thing in his experience of meu and manners. She acted with the skill and daring of a man; and yet he would rather not think what bis sisters' faces would be like had they but seen it. Was it actually lady-like 1 or should she not rather have lied from tbe scene of conflict, or even have screamed aud fainted! To be sure, she had looked as beautiful as au evenging Amazon; but was it quite correct conduct for a girl? And Capt. Hardwicke's manner, so abrupt and dictatorial; he seemed to show her tbe difference in social position between a nobleman's nephew r and a hos- pital nurse. It must have been an awkward meeting, as his sisters had said. And then a cold shiver came over him, as he thought of Miss Travers introduced as Mrs. Richard Allerdyce at Belmont castle, arid Capt. Hardwicke's stony stare of surprise. And yet—and yet—she was so beautiful. Nearly three weeks since tbe dog episodec and Richard's courage still wavered in the balance. He had grown to know Miss Travers well in those three weeks, and to know her well was but to love ber better. There never was a woman so sweet,so clever, so sympathetic so beautiful—be was certain of tha;—no woman he inure ardently longed to haxe for bis own: and yet—and yet! That terrible strength of charaeter,that profession, that lack of pedigree !• Only last night, in the moonlit rectory garden, he had almost flung all prudence tothe winds, she had been so dangerously, fatally sweet (she was always especially kind to him), but he reeled back from the gulf just in time when she mentioned casually, without a change of voice or countenance, that she had an uncle who was a chemist in Rochester. "A chemist! Shades of my ancestors, protect me!" Richard recoiled again as be thought of it, and fancied Hardwicke's look if he could have heard ber. For Capt. Ilardwicke was still at the "White Hart," and perhaps bis presence, ami the atmosphere of exalted society about him, bad been one ofRichard's restraining though unconscious influences. Kow, as be slowly worked his way up the "But—but—" stammered the wretched Richard, "surely her family!" "She's an orphan. Oh, I see what you mean; she told me she bad been shocking you with an uncle who's a chemist, or a butcher, or goodness knows what. Bab! I should think the mere fact of being a hos- pital nurse was a patent of nobility to any woman. But if my little girl were a beggar- maiden she would stiU be a real princess. God bless her!" And Richard's groan may have been an assent.— CassclVs Family Magazine. Miss Rosebud and Her Friend Talk Rooks. Merchant Traveler. Two young ladies of literary tastes, in I!lifton, were discussing their reading, when me of them remarked: "I have been engaged with a delightful Kovk for a week past." "Indeed, what is it?" "Anthony Trollope's autobiography." "Wbo is the author?" "Really, I don't know. I have looked over the^ title page and through the preface, but I can't find any reference to the author at all. Whoever it is, is a charming writer and seems to have known the novelist very intimately." "I'll get it and read it, but it is too pro- voking, isu't it, tbat so many delightful au- thors of late are writing anonymously 2" A Lady whose name is familiar in the liter- ature of this country remarked that when she looked into fiction for a woman she could hold out her hand to and take to her heart, one wbo could appreciate and understand, she turned always to a novel written by a woman. Men did not fairly represent wom- en in fuaiioxi. She had looked over her book shelve^fcShe had gone back to the br-_-in- ning. Vakc Richardson's "Pamela; br Vir- tue Rewarded." It was a novel that an em- inent clergyman had commended for the reading of the female sex from his pulpit, a brute in manners and morals, a rake, had persecuted the fair and virtuous Pamela fairly out of life with his attentions. He was a villain, who tried every art in his power to lead her astray. When he found he could not do that the brute made up his mind to sacrifice himself and marry her. He offered himself to ber. Any delicatjftninded wom- an of spirit and culture would have spurned bim with horror, but tin* virtuous Pamela kissed the brute's hand gratefully and hoped she would be able to "polish ber mind" till she would be equal to and worthy of him. What a heroine that was! In the older novels and some modern ones the Englishman who writes fiction seems to believe that none of the female sex are equal to taking care of their own virtue. A Frenchman has the same idea, especially as far as married women are concerned. The general underlying theory of Frenchmen who write is that the only women who are quite beyond temptation is an old maid wbo has passed the summer of life, or a girl of sixteen In book muslin. , There were speakers, too. who to ok the other side ofthe question valiantly, and de- clared that men novelists—a few men novel- ists—at auy rate, had given the word noble specimens of woman as she is—-good, bad and indifferent. Walter Scott's heroines were in- stanced, among others. Then again we bave to thank Dickens .ior the most thoroughly re- Bpectable woman in English literature. In a rattling three minute speech one brilliant woman said that if men in their novels did not represent women fairly, women would better set iu aud live in such away as to give these faulty mascnlinessome higher ideals to go by. She thought those ladies who believed men novelists were unjust to women should live up to their blue china, in short. It would not be possible in these limits to give a report of the full discussion. It was mostly talon part in by brilliant, cultured women who knew well how to flash tbe blade of wit and argument. Many of them had minds admirably stored with facts. They knew wln-reof they spoke and these had great advantage. The acquisition of good bard facts is a mental discipline beyond compari- son. If the men novelists whose female characters are limited to the babies and the nam l ly-pambies could have heard Sorosis that day, in all seriousness they mrght have got their ideas of the sex shaken if not recon- structed. eredients of the meat or fruit to form acids. The point that Dr. Johnson wished to make was that the second boiling did not destroy the poison which had been generated in thecans,that the "seconds," were put in the market again and sold as first class goods, and that this was how ag ood many people had been poisoned. He said that the poisons most likely to be generated in the cans were muriate of zinc and verdigris. AN AUTHOKESS AT HOME. Where the Venerable Xorelist, Mrs. Ann S. Stephens, Li res. The outside of the house where lives Mr=. Ann S. Stephens is, like all the rest of the houses in the block, handsome but unpre- tentious, but as soon as the door opens the visitor feels the strong individuality of the owner as evinced by the surroundings. Plain but elegant, rich without ostentation, and comfortable above all, with an air of womanly taste, is everything about her. The halls are of polished wood, carved and fur- nished with soft carpets and sculptured racks and chairs. The parlors bave squares of Persian carpets laid over the polished inlaid floors, and the chairs and sofa3 are each a work of quaint art in carving and decoration. Bookcases filled with volumes stand in every room and little tables hold sets of priceless porcelain and other pottery, and a cabinet near the windows is filled with rare old Etru- scan vases and other articles, each having a history of its own. On the walls hang two pictures which once belonged to Aaron Burr. I think one is of Mary Woodstonecraft. Another picture is a portrait of a child by Gilbert Stuart. There is but little of the fashionable bric-a-brac around, yet what few articles there are out-value whole rooms full of such as is seen elsewhere. Back of the two parlors is the cheerful din- ing room on the same level, furnished in the same quiet but elegant taste. No pictures of game or fruit disfigure the walls nor de stroy the appetite in this pleasant room. The private studio of Mrs. Stephens, where she passes the most of her time, is on the second floor front. Here an air of quiet peacefulness reigns. A comfortable lounge with soft cushions stands between a high and overflowing bookcase and her writing-desk, and large, easy, leather-covered chairs stand about the room. Three windows make it light and cberrful. The chimney holds a few pieces of rare pottery, and a smaller writing- desk stands on one side, while an ebony cabinet fills the other vacant space and holds several works of art, small but exceedingly meritorious. Several paintings adorn the wall, most of them painted by artist friends and given her as souvenirs. Among them is a pretty little piece painted by the late Frank Leslie. Over the sofa is an almost life-sized portrait of Mrs. Stephens in her thirtieth year. She is now seventy-four and the most care- less observer can trace the resemblance to ber as she is now. She has changed from youth to age; the brown curls are now snowy-white, but the dark blJb eyes are as full of fire aud intelligence and the forehead shows a few wrinkles, yet the complexion is as fair and though the color has left her cheeks her lips are full and red and ber hands and wrists still exquisitely modelled and fair. Nobility speaks through every fea- ture and movement, and her intellect was never clearer nor more active than now. She was dressed in a plain black satin with rich lace at neck and wrists. Mrs. Stephens has a commanding presence and a manner at once dignified and simple. She Is tall and well built, and has preserved not only her mental brilliancy, but also her physical attractions to a very great extent. A lady and ber two pretty daughters called upon Mrs. Stephens while I was there, and there arose a charming conversation on things in general, which soon drifted towards the youthful days of the venerable lady, and she chatted like a girl as she told how she bad been born in one of the "down eastern" states, Connecticut or Vermont, I forget which, and said that when 6he was six years old she wrote her first poem. She had been shut in her room for having teased a red haired boy, who had been adopted into their family, and while in solitary confinement, wrote a verse calling the boy a dunce, and then she pinned it ou the outside of the door so that whoever eame to release her might find it. Then from time to time she wrote little sketches, but not for publication, uutil she was about twenty-four, when she took her position before the world as a novelist. She edited and managed Frank Leslie's magazine for some years and rendered it popular, and then she made an engagement with Peterson Bros , ofPhiladelphia, aud has been with them fifty years, half a century, and is still writing though there bas long ceased to be any necessity of tier writing. But she loves ber work and cannot bear to stop. She was married, and of that marriage has two children, a son, and a daughter named for herself, a most devoted lovely aud lovable young girl, who is the living picture of the portrait on the wall painted so long ago. Mrs. Stephens speaks with the deepest tenderness of her dead husband; and of her thirty years of married life as one tin broken era of happiness. But she does not live iu tbe shadow of grief. Iler's is a ten- der sorrow as beautiful as rare. The weight of oplnionl I am bound to say, was against the men novelists. With the ma- jority of the speakers there was a settleM con- viction that when it came to seeing aud paint- ing women as they are, male writers were lacking. One graceful, white-haired woman, with a sweet voice, reminded us that tbe most re- pulsive creation in all literature was repre- sented as a woman—the character of "Sin in Milton's "Paradise Lost." So it is. Milton was an old crumudgeou when it came to tbe female sex. The same lady thought it a pity our Amer- ican men novelists, so called, could make no better pictures of women than a Yankee girl who does not know bow to behave her- self, in Europe with a silly, ignorant pushing mother. American women are misunder- stood, and slurred by their own country- men. Let Mr. Henry James make a note of it. If there is anything in mind-reading tbe ears of Mr. W. D. Howells must bave burned last Monday afternoon. They ought to. Is there really a female character in one of his stories that rises above the wishy-washy, the artificial and commonplace? One Sorosian thought that when so many women are earn- ing their own living nobly and successfully to-day, when they bave fully solved the prob- lem of work, it was a pity Mr. Howells could not have selected a better specimen of work- ing woman for his heroine than Helen in "A Woman's Reason.' 9 Why did be not? Mr. W. D. Howells, that Ohio man grafted upon a Boston tree, will please rise and an- swer. Anglomania at Washington, One speaker objected tbat men novelists made woman always the slave to ber affec- tions. But in this, perhaps, men novelists arc nearer the mark than she thought. Wo- men are mostly the slaves of their affections. They ought not to be, but they are. Who never saw a mother pet and spoil'and deny herself the very food that goes into her mouth for a great, ill-mannerly lubber of a boy who didn't even thank ber for it? I have said it a hundred times, and here 6ay it again, when women cultivate their brains instead of their emotions, they will be no such fools as that. But men certainly do not represent wo- men fairly in fiction, as a rule. Men's wo- men lack strength. With many masculine writers the female characters have no sort of individuality. They are mere pegs to hang the thread of the story upon. Wiiere they represent a woman with any strength, it is on the bad side. She is a hag or murderess, or a conspirator. That is the accusation I, quite apart from Sorosis, make against the whole kit of men fiction writers. Englishmen started the fashion. Of the books Mrs. Stephens has written it is needless to speak, as they are too well known. Their intensely dramatic incidents and clearly-drawn characters are not easily forgotten, and her poems, though she bas published few, have had an echo in every school-room in the land, the surest test.of the excellence of a poem. "The Polish Boy," and the "Old Apple Tree" have been favor- ites for public readings for forty years. _ Sin- has unpublished poems enough to make a large volume, aud her daughter intends publishing them in a handsomely illustrated volume. Mrs. Stephens also intends drama- tizing some of her books. Of the influence this aged lady exerts for good It is not necessary to speak. Kindness and consideration towards all have been her habit always, aud there is no one in the land who is not honored by being admitted to her presence. Among tbe renowned writers in this country there is none more sensitive and re- tiring nor one who lias sought less for notor- iety than Mrs. Stephens. She has written and published over forty successful books, and has steadily declined thrusting herself before the public In any except through tbe books she wrote. None but her friends have known all these years how she lived, looked or acted. She has kept her personality sep- arated from her public works as few have done, and with a modesty almost too shrink- ing has left it for her own works to "praise her in the gates." Olive Harper iu N. Y. World. Of their good women the young ones are childish and namby-pamby, the elder ones are placid old tabbies or angling mammas. The mild, stupid old cat,, who goes to sleep ou the sofa while the young woman in the ease is made love to, is quite as much a fix- ture in the English novel as the rector and fox-hunting Bquire are. To particularize: Charie's Reade's hero- ines in character are mostly pretty waiter- girls. Dickon's are cither goody goods, carved out of basswood. who stay where they are put, or laughable caricatures. If they de- velop any powers it is generally In low life or bad life, like Lizzzie Hexam and Nancy Sykes. Strength was evidently an unlady-like attribute, in the mind of Dickens. "Hiacker- av's women were either fools or knaves. There is a quantity of knavery among them too. One woman stands out above the dreary level like a star shining upon a des- ert. That woman is our American Haw thorne's Hester in the "Scarlet Letter." Here was a woman for you! Making allow- ance for changing scenes andcircumstauces, Hester, yes, we may dare to say it, Hester is more the real, living, breathing woman as nature made her, with all her steel-like strength aud ber weakness, her measureless capabilities and the iron fates that work against ber than tbe creation of any other man. Hawthorne alone of men novelists looked iuto a woman's soul aud wrote what he saw. At the close of tbe "Scarlet Let- ter" he caught tbe spirit of prophecy and foretold tbe woman tbat is to be. Gen. Logan's Troubles as a Church Member. Chicago Letter. "You have heard how Logan joined our church by telegraph when he was a candi- date for the senate the first time, haven't you?" said a prominant Methodist to the Sun correspondent in tbe corridor of the Grand Pacific Hotel the other day. "But very few people know that- be «jB.me very near being expelled from the church a few years ago for swearing. Both General and Mrs. Logan are members of Trinity Church, you know, and Crafts was the pastor then. He it was wbo went to Brooklyn and turned Presbyteri- an. I understand he is preaching to a con- gregation of that denomination in New York now. One of Crafts' class leaders was^and still is, a leading salesman in Keith's store, aud about 1879 he prepared charges accusing Logan of the habitual use of profane lan- guage and other conduct unbecoming a Christian. The charges were presented to Crafts, and be was going to lay them before the church, when Arthur Edwards found it out. Edwards, you know, is editor of the Western Christian Advocate, and one of the shrewdest men in Chicago. It was on the eve of a political campaign, and Edwards, who is considerable of a politician, saw that it would not only injure Logan, but damage the Republican party, and bring the church into disgrace for allowing the sanctuary to be polluted with political squabbles. Crafts was dead set to present the charges for he had long known of Logan's profanity, but Ed- wards got hold of the documents under a pretence of correcting some informalities in them, and made it convenient to be out of town the day the meeting was held. So the charges were not presented, and before the next meeting Edwards had smoothed matters over so that the case was never tried." Outside the realm of pure romance-writing tbe one master mind of the ages, Shakes- peare, has painted the real woman. "The gods see all sides." The rule woiks both ways. Women nove- lists cannot depict men. Only one woman ever painted men as tbey are. That was Geonre Sand. It appers that the model nov- el would be one written by a man and woman in partnership. rOISON I3T CANNED GOODS. Zinc and Verdigris Sold as Preserved Fruit and Meat. New York Star. When Dr. J. G. Johnson entered Mott Memorial Hall, on Madison avenue last even- ing, he bad in his possession enough old to- mato cans to keep an ordinary billy goat on a picnic for a week. Dr. Johnson had come from Brooklyn for the purpose of undertak- ing to show the New York"Medico-Legal So- ciety that there is apt to be a deadly poison lurking about a can of fruit or meat. He said it was the practice in factories where canned goods are put up to take the cans after they are filled and set them in boiling water. As 60on as the steam within the can condensed, thus forming a vacaum, the atmospheric pressure caused the head of the can to slightly bend in, giving it a con- cave shape. Sometimes it happened that all the air did not get expelled, and then the oxygen would combin- with some of the in- An Iowa City company will put $5,000 into a new skating rink. THE ST. PAULStUNTDAY GLOBE. SUNDAY MORXIMi, APK1L 20, 188_.* STATESMKVx WTVE.3. How They Watch Their Lords From the Capitol Galleries. Washington Letter to Courier-Journal. It was in order to limit the space which loafers of a most objectionable character used daily to ffll in tbe House gallery several years ago tbat the House of Representatives decided to set apart certain portions of the gallery to be reserved for those who had cards of admission thereto, given them by the members. One gallery is exclusively for the families of Representatives or those whom they and their wives regard as such. One Representative said, at the time it was decided to reserve this gallery, that it was done so the members could know ex- ectly in which part of the gallery their wives were likely lo be, so they would know which way to dodge if they wished to avoid their gaze. When Lent comes, as tbey have more leisure from social duties, ladies of the families of members of both houses of Con- gress have more time to spend in the gal- leries of the House or Senate, and wives are often interested spectators of scenes upon the floor of either chamber. Some of them become much absorbed in watching the fate ofthe bills in which their husbands take special interest, and their faces show their chagrin or triumph in the course of the de- bate. One of them, whose husband had been suffering severely with bronchitis when he was forced to go to the House to look af- ter a bill of great importance in his district, used to go there daily a Xew weeks ago while there was a prospect for the bill coming up, and carried with her a box of quinine pills, and regularly sent from her seat in the "members' gallery" au affectionate note und a dose of the medicine to her husband on the floor of the House when the time arrived for him to take it. Thus she strove to brace him up for the contest in the same spirit as Spartan wives equipped their husbands for battle. The day his bill was voted down she had waited for several hours with satchel containing the pill-box in hand, and as soon as the vote was announced, which was against ber husband, she rose indignantly, packed up the medicine and went home with lessened faith in its bracing efforts. The wives, of course, do not fail to watch from the gallery the demeanor of their res- pective husbands In their seats below, espec- ially when cards are brought in to the latter. One lady will say to another: "There goes a card to your husband; wonder if it is a lady or gentleman wants to see bow long he stays and then we'll know whether it was a'man or woman. There he comes in again, so it must have been a man who was waiting for him ; he'd have stayed longer ifit had been a woman, certainly." "While some of the incidents In this gallery are highly amusing, others are often very annoying. For instance, lately, a loving wife, who was listening Intently to her bus- band's speech, heard a lady behind, who was evidently unaware of her presence, say: '-Is that Smith speaking again, now: it seems to me he Is alwajH talking, and yet never has anything to say." Au all-night session of the United States Housi; of Representatives, especially when it is occasioned by a discussion which requires either political party to master its full strength, and causes a "call of the House" to be ordered, and the Sergeant-at-Arms to be instructed to bring in absentees, always has some ludicrous features outside the hall as well as some productive of annoyance to the families of members of the house as much as to themselves. During such anight session, not long ago, the wife of one of the colored Representatives was left alone In the members gallery until a late hour, till other occupants of that gallery having left in the early part of the night. She could not go bome alone, and her husband, who was on the floor of the bouse was locked in, so he could not leave to take her home. It is tin- custom as soon as a call of the house is or dered to lock all doors of exit or entrance to the legislative ball, not only to prevent those members who are within from going away without permission of the house, but also to prevent those absent without leave getting in except in the custody of the Ser- geant-at-Arms, who has been ordered to ar- rest them and bring them to make their ex- cuses at the bar of the bouse. It was not until tbe colored Representative could suc- ceed in obtaining the formal leave of the bouse to go home with his wife (aud be promisi d to return as soon as be had done) that he could join her in the gallery and ac- company her to their resilience. Washington Correspondent Boston Traveller. \u25a1 "Washington has a real English dude. lie is not a shallow imitation, bnt the genuine article, and has created a furore wherever he bas gone. Yesterday I saw him sailing down Pennsylvania avenue, arrayed in a loud checkered, tight fitting coat, black trousers and a hat with a brim wide enough for a Quaker, The most remarkable part of bis costume was his shirt collar. It was black, and at its base nestled a tiny white cravat. As might be imagined, the appearance of this being created a thrill of amazement and the minor and cheap imitation dudes of American birth were green with envy. The subject of my sketch interested me some- what, so I made it my business to make some inquiries and have since ascertained that he is the person who advertises in the local pa- pers here, "English taught as spoken in London." A few silly boys and as many sil- ly girls are doing their best to acquire the Cockney accent. Foreign gentlemen seem to be the rage in Washington. Only a short time since the daughter of one of the most distinguished Democratic Senators said to a friend of mine: "Mr. Blank, I do SO admire the foreign gentlemen. I think they are so much nicer than those of this country, their manners are so fascinating." My Mend gravely responded to this bit of insufferable insipidity, "1 beg pardon to differ with you. but in my judgment a gentleman is always a gentleman: His birth-place is of no consequence." The girl aud her mother have done more to drive the Senator into private life than any hun- dred of his enemies, for a cold and heartless legislature has elected another to take Lis place at expiration of his term. Marrimjc in France. Taris Letter. The aphorism that "in other countries peo- ple marry for love, but in Ireland they mar- ry for money," is truer of France than it is of the Emerald Isle. Here marriage is a business contract. Love mav come after the nuptials, but rarely before them. A rich merchant dowers his daughter with hundreds of thousands of francs and marries ber to a pcnnniless but titled adventurer who may make her a countess or a marquise, but who never seeks to know if he has won the young lady's affections. Noble houses intermarry in order to keep the "blue blood" pure and intact, the ynmg couple hardly knowing each other before tbey are (as is often the case) victimized at the altar. The custom of the country in this regard is the reason why so many marriages turn out to be unhappy. Take, for instance, any Frenchman in the aristocratic or bourgeoisie class. He Is a man of thirty-two or thirty-three summers (men very rarely marry before that age in this country): he has run through a wild and dissipated career, having driven times with- out number through tbe avenues of tbe Bois de Boulogne with an actress of the Francais or a dansemc of the Opera and partaken with them a costly sour>er in the Palais Royal, at Hill's or at Helder's between the hours of 1 and 2 in the morning, or on gala occasions staying up enjoying his carousals till the dawn. He has gone through the career of vice as he has gone through his fortune— recklessly and madly. To put it in homely phraseology, he "has sown bis wild oats," and his friends immediately set to work to find him out a wife whose for- tune would replenish bis exchequer. Moving as be does in good society he is looked upon as an eligible match, and soon he is introduced to his future bride. She is almost invariably in ber teens, being a bread- and-butter demoiselle fresh from the board- ing school. He bows and she blushes. Ho asks her to show him her album, and the would-be-but-cannot-be Lothario jots down some insipidity on "eternal love" and the "depth and profundity of the heart's affec- tions." He sees her once or twice after- wards, always, of course, In the presence of her parents or friends, as he is not allowed a tete-a tete till the inevitable words are pronounced, and winds up the whole affair by proposing for the gushing young creature. The father, or mother, nr relatives, as the case may be, accept his suit. and a few weeks afterwards the couple are man and wife. Scarcely is the honeymoon over when the husband gets tired of Mad- am's society: he spends his evenings at cafes or in the club with his friends. She js loneiy and longs for some one to con sole her. One of her husbands friends, a young caval- ier.. eomes in the way. She falls in love with him, and he has no difficulty tn seduc- ing her. And thus we have what is vrry Common in France, "fe menage a trois,' 1'' com- 5 --d of the husband, wife and paramour, living comfortably, and unostentatiously p>- eetber —the coalition in question being formed often it is true without the husbands knowledge but notoriously with his conveni- ence, particularly when he is poor and the cavalier has plenty of hard cash to lavish on his inamorata. Can it then bo any wonder that, in such a rotten state of society, an- gndahed souls should cry out aloud for di- vorce' Many wise folks, however, surmise that the cancer has sunk too deeply into the ritals, and that even Senator Haqnet'a lancet however skilfully wielded, can never cut it away at the root. FASHIONABLE GLOBELETS, Some sofa cushions are made to look like large bags. Hassocks covered with skins, with horn rests are much admired. The backs of mahogany or plush chairs are tied with wide ribbon bows. The most elegant portieres are hand- painted, in copies of celebrated pictures. .Stuffed Chinese pheasants are beautiful, mounted on wood panels to correspond with the woodwork of dining-rooms. Combings in graceful curves, or plaques, in the soft paint, or plaster, bronzed, are still much admired for friezes aud dados. Bunches of pressed ferns, if put in fancy flower pots, tilled with sand, will keep green all winter and appear to be growing. A TRIUMPH OF SIfILL, pr. Prices w SPECIAL ° EXTRACTS Circular-bevelled mirrors, with open work brass frames and chains to hang them by, from Which fall spiked balis over the glass, are very showy. Wide, flat plush frames on pictures bave a large bunch oi fruit, peaches, apples or ora:i_es fastened on the upper left corner with a wide ribbon bow. The newst fashionable glassware is Webb's Ibv. It is English, and very charming in \ lsi s. salad or flower bowls. It has an Ivory tint and Is ornamented with colored glass tl iwers in relief. Some tall, square zinc articles that come for the purpose look very well when covered with gold paper on which every Imaginable object is pasted, butterflies and birds pre- ponderating. A flue quality of matting may be used for a deej) dado and either left plain or painted or bronzed, the effect being better when the tlo. ir is covered with the same material under om- large or several smaller rugs. The rage for armor continues, and clock* now come in the steel breast plates and shields ready to be placed on a large frame of plush, shield shape, with vizier's, spiked balls, battle axles and other warlike surrouud- Ings. For the afternoon tea small square dollies are used, which is the fashion now to cover with old English mottoes, worked crosswise over them, each one different, snch as, ''Dost sometime counsel take,and sometimes tea.,' Four o'clock tea screens are made with the painting or embroider; only extending half way to the ground. ,Ju-t below this, on one side, is a small she— for tea-CUps, be neath which there is either a lattice-work of the same wood as the screen or a little cur- tain hanging to the floor from fine brass rods. Matting is not put on floors now in straight breadths, a plaid or bright colored piece be- ing tacked all around the floor and square in the middle, the rest being filled Wit- plain white, or any individual taste is car- ried out, to lay it in a rug like manner. Prepared from Select Fruits that yield the finest Flavors. Have been used for years. Be- come The Standard Flavoring Extracts. None of Gretttokf Strength. None of such 1' . Purity. Always certain i-> im- part to Cakes, Buddings, Sauces, the natural Flavor of th: Fruit. MANTjFACTUILE— by STEELE & PRICE, Chicago, 111., and St. Louis, Mo., \u25a0_ker* or I.uj> illn Te_»t Otm,. !>r. Vrit,'. r~-m K-.Ia. 1'owd.r, Mi l>r. |MM»_ I \u25a0 " WE MAKE NO SECOND CRADE COODS. Gentle women Elaborate hinge, are considered important. In one. new bouse in St. James place, Brook- lyn, where each room is beautifully finished with a different wood, the brass figures on them in relief represent Chinese with open Umbrellas on a black ground. A novelty is to have a plated handle inside of windows to open and shut the blinds at will without opening the window. The sides ol wood baskets are covered with plash, some motto iu guilt thread being worked on the upper portion, '-Put on more wood the wind is chill," being a favorite; under the motto some snowdrops or other flowers arc cm I uoide red. Almost all the ladies make at least one umbrella stand. Those of plush, with "Parapluie" are embroidered on them, surrounded with luxurious vines and mounted on brass, are no more appropriate than pretty. Who want plossy, luxuriant ami wary tresses of abundant, beautiful Hair must uso LIONS KATUAIttON. This elegant, cheap article always males the Hair grow freely ami fkst, keeps it irom falling out, arrests and cures gray- 11688, removes dandruff and itching, makes tho Hair strong, giving it a curling tendency ami keeping it in any desired position. Beau- t-Tol, healthy Hair is the sure result of using Katliairon. Advertising Cheats! I! "It has become SO common to write the be- ginning of an article, in an elegant, inter- esting manner, "Then run It Into "some advertisement tbat we avoid all such, "And simply call attention to the merits of Hop Hitlers in as plain, honest terms as pos- sible, "To induce people "To give them one trial, which so proves their value that they will never use anything else." " "The Revest 60 favorably noticed in all the papers, /Religious and secular, is "Having a large sale, and !s supplanting all other medicines. "There is no denying the virtues of the Hop plant, and the proprietors of Hop Bit- ter- have shown great shrewdness "And ability "In compounding a medicine whose vir- tues are so palpable to every one's observa- tion." Did Slit*Die ? "No ! "She lingered and suffered along, pining awav all the time for years," "The doctors doing her no good;" "And at last was cured by this Hop B ter- the papers sav so much about." "Indeed ! Indeed !" "How thankful we should be for that med- icine." A Dan^hter's Misery. "Eleven years our daughter suffered on a bed of misery, "From a complication of kidney, liver, rheumatic trouble and Nervous debility. "Under the care of the best physicians, "Who gave her disease various names, "But no relief, "And now she is restored to us in good health by as simple a remedy as Hop Bit'.: rs. that we had shunned for years before using it."—Tue Pajients. Father is Getting Well. "My daughters say: "How much better father is since he used Hop Bitters." "He is getting well after his long suffer- ing from a disease declared incurable" "And we are so glad that he used your Bitters." A Ladt of Utica, N. Y. Analysts t>y it. A. Voelcker, V. K. s., Con- sulting Chemist Royal _ ! >!. shows only :i I ! Bull Durham Toba c i. 1 or tbe Golden Belt i I North* aro : ; iccois grown, doi the li af. Tii it H th -rei of Its tli mildni :. N ii bin -.' to pur innd smoking, iii in i,,,; nine «Il i, >ui th trad--__ark ol Lhe _;___ au dealers have il Wli^n fflin"eonr^rta oera y P.r ireof derangements i- no m istrnment, tbe con- is stream of I ITY perm _'li the parti must o them to healthy a. Do nol this wif IvertlseB to care all ills from in ad i" ' .-the ONTS specific par- - full information i- i Co., 103 Washi_%ton Catarrh wm BALI Causes no Fain. Uives Relief at Once* Thorough Treatment will Cure. Sot a Liq- uid or Snuff. Ap- ply with Finger. Hire iFa Trial. MEDICAL. The kidn ya act ns purifier- ol blood, their fine tlons lire Interfered v.-ith , \u25a0 T hey lie CO "i u healthfully by the ose of Hos- tetter'a ifiiters, when fall- irt of relief I, TM. snpei b luting tonic i prevents and >>r- constlpation, &TTER5 complaint, d eia,rheuii!. other ai'mer.t?. Use ft with regularity. I by all druggists and - ally. PILES! PILES! HAY-EEVER 50 cents at druggists. CO cents by mail regis- tered. Send for circular. ELY BROTHERS, Druggists, Owego, K. Y. AKiirecnro for Blind, Bleeding, Itching and Ulcefate- PQes, Ikib bee i by Dr. Wil- liam, (i"w J'idian remedy) called D__ WILL] v.M'S INDIAN OINTMENT. Asingle box has i the worst chronic cases o_ :~> years 1 standlo one need §_•*'*ve miun tea after ap] wonderful soi/th log medicine. Lotions w stramentsdo nrorehann than * Ointment absorbs the tumors, i lays I Itching, <piirtieu;nr; r;er gi ttii in bed.) arts as a p* .'\u25a0•'»- less relief, and is prepared only for PU i, il ofthe (rfvati parts,and for nothing pale bv all druggists, and m price, $1. NOTES BROS. - tTTLKiCWL Agent, St. I'aul, -Miun. M ANKA TO ADV B EOT S1 \u25a0: MI GEoTa. CLAIt: - Real Estate, Loan & Insaranco Biter Office under Cft—ens 1 National bank. MANKATO. MINX. O. R. MATHER, CONTRACTOR LB BUIM, Manufacturer of Red and l ream Mi Ick, and dealer n all kinds of Mankato Stone, <_uurry aud Works, Nort Front street. MANKATO, MINN. VI GEORGE W. GETTY, BOxVT BUILDEIl. EOWBQUS A1I0 OARS FOR SALE. WHUl BBAB, • • IBSKi _.uii_u_,_'-•*
