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THE GALVESTON DAILY NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 15. 1893,
All Along the River
BY MISS HVE. IE. BKJLIDDOlSr.
Author of "Lady Andley's Secret," "Tho Venetians, or All in Honor," "Anrora
Floyd," "The Cloven Foot," "Dead Mcn'a Shoes," "Just as I Am," "Taken at
tha Flood," "Phantom Fortune," "Like and Unlike," "Wetvora and Weft."
("Copyrighted, 1893, by tho author.]
CHAPTER XIII—"o mk, THAT i si10uld ever i
BEE THE LIGHT."
The Baynhams* dinner party was a function
to bo anticipated with horror and undergone
with resignation. For the first week after the
acceptance of tho invitation the ceremony had
eeerned bo far off that it could bo talked
about lightly, and even made an occasion for
mirth—Allegra giving her own little sketch of
what a dinner at Myrtle lodge would be like
—the drawing-room with its wealth of chair
backs and photograph albums, and the water
color landscapes which Mrs. Baynham had
painted whilo she was at a finishing school at
Plymouth, never having touched brush or
pencil since—and Mrs. Baynham's rosy-
cheeked nieces from Truro, who always ap-
peared on tho scene of any festivity. 1 es, one
could tell beforehand what the entertainment
would bo like.
One thing they did not know, however, Mrs.
Baynham having been discreetly silent on the
subject. They did not know that they were
to meet tho Glenaveril family in full forco,
the doctor's wife boing of opinion that a
friendly dinner party was a panacea for all
parish quarrels and small antagonisms, and
that by judiciously bringing the Crow the rs
nnd the Disney* together at a well spread
board and in the genial atmosphere of her
drawmgroom she could bring about an end of
tho feud or tacit coldness which had divided
the Angler's Nest and Glenaveril since Col.
Disney's home-coming. It was a disappoint-
ment to this worthy woman to see Vausittart
Crowther, when Col. and Mrs. Disney were
announced, glare and start as if a mad dog
had been brought into the room; but she was
relieved at seeing the easy nod which tiio
colonel bestowed upon his vanquished foo,
and the friendly hand which good Mrs. Crow-
ther held out to lsola, who paled, blushed and
all but wept at the meeting with that slighted
matron.
"1 don't know why you nover couie to see
me," said Mrs. Crowther confidentially, hav-
ing made room for lsola upon a very preten-
tious and uncomfortable sofa of tho cabriole
Eeriod, a sofa with a sloping seal and a stately
ack in three oval divisions, heavily framed
in carved walnut, a back against which it was
an agony to lean, a seat upon which it was an
effort to sit. "But I don't seo why we
shouldn't be friends when we happen to
meot."
"Dear Mrs. Crowther, we aro always
friends. I shall never forgot all your kind-
ness to me."
"There, there, you'ro a tonder-hearted soul,
I know. It grieved mo so not to go and see
you when you were ill: and not to pay atten-
tion to your baby. Such a sweet little fel-
low, ioo. I've given him mauy a kiss on the
Bly when I've met him and his nurse in the
lanes. I suppose Mr. Crowther and tho colo-
nel don't hit their horses very well together.
That's at the bottom of it all, no doubt. Br.t
as for you and me, lsola, I hope wo shall al-
ways be good friends."
This confidential talk botween tho two wo-
men, observed by Mrs. Baynham out of the
corner of her eye, augured well, but Mr.
Crowther had not left oil' glaring, and a glare
in those protruding eyeballs wan awful. Ho
usurped the hearth rug, as he laid down the
law about tho political situation and the im-
pending ruin of the country.
"A feeblo policy never maintained the pres-
tige of any country, sir," he told Capt. Pent-
reath, tho half-pay bachelor who was devoted
to fishing and cared very little whether his
country had prestige or shuffled on without it
—so long as the fish would bite. "We have
lost our prestige since Lord Beaconstield's
death, and with our prestige wo are losing our
influence. The continental powers leave us
out of their calculations. Tho neutral policy
of the last ton years has stultified the triumph
of British arms from Marlborough to Wel-
lington. The day will come, sir, when the
world will cease to believe in tho history of
those magnificent campaigns. People will
say, These are idle traditions. England could
never have been a warlike nation.' "
Capt. Pentreath tried to look interested,
but was obviously indifferent to the opinion
of future ages, and intent upon watching
Allegra, looking her handsomest, in a yellow
silk gown, and deep in talk with Capt. Hul-
bort, who leaned his tall form against Mrs.
Baynham's cottage piano, which, with a view
to artistic effect, had been draped with striped
Indian stuffs and wheeled into a slanting
position that made the room more difficult of
navigation.
One only of the rosy cheeked nieces was al-
lowed to appear at the dinuor table; firstly
because the table was a tight fit for twelve
and secondly because a thirteenth would have
excited suspicious fears. Tho younger sister,
whom people asked about with tender solici-
tude, was to be on view afterwards, when she
would take part, with her sister, in the famous
overture te Zampa, which, although not ex-
actly a novelty, will always open a musical
evening with eclat.
Everyone had arrived, and after a chilling
delay Potts, tho local fishmonger, who had
been a butler, and who went out to wait at
dinner parties, and was as familiar a figure as
a saddle of mutton or a cod's head and shoul-
ders, made his solemn announcement, and
with an anxious mind Mrs. Baynham saw her
guestB file off across the narrow hall, some-
what ovorfurnished with stags' heads, barom-
eters, pig-whips and umbrella stands, to tho
dining-room, while a hot blast of roast meat
and game burst from the adjacent kitchen.
Mr. Baynham had allotted lsola to Mr.
Crowther, determining to carry out her idoa
of bringing about friendly feeling. Mr.
Baynham took Mrs. Crowther and Capt.
Pentreath had the privilege of oscorting Be-
linda, whose sentiments and airs and graces
of every kind he knew by heart. There was
no more excitement in such companionship
' than in going into dinner with his grand-
mother. What is the use of being brought in
continual association with a handsome heiress
if you know yourself a detrimental.
4,Shfe would no more look at me as a lover
than she would at a Pariah dog," said the
captain, when some officious boon companion
at the club suggested that he should enter
himself for the Crowther stakes.
Capt. Hulbert was made happy with Allegra
and Col. Disney was honored by his hostess,
to whom strict etiquette would have pre-
scribed the peer's son. There was surplus
femaie population in tho persons of Alicia
Crowther and Mary Baynham, who agreeably
adorned each side of the table with a little
extra swoetuess and light; Miss Baynham,
buxom and rosy in a white cashmere frock
which she had grown out of since her last
dinner party; Miss Crowther, square shoul-
dered and bony, in a black confection of
Worth, with a bloated diamond heart dis-
played upon a desert waste of chest, it being
a point of honor with thin girls to be more
decollete than their fat sisters.
Mrs. Baynham's conversation at one of her
own dinners was apt to be somewhat dis-
tracted and inconsecutive in substance,
although she maintained a smiling and de-
lighted air all the time, whenever anxieties
might be wearing her spirit—unxioties about
the cooking and the attendance—angry
wonder at the prolonged absence of the
parlormaid—distress at seeing tho lobster
sauce draggmg its slow length along when
people had nearly finished their turbot—
agonizing fears that the vol auvent would not
last out after that enormous help taken by
Capt. Pentreath, in sheer absence of mind,
perhaps since he only messed it about on his
plate, while he bored Miss Crowther with a
prosy account of his latest victory over an
obstinate demon of the Jack family—"such a
devil of a fellow, three feot long, and with
Jaws like a crocodile."
Col. Disney was almost as inconsecutive
ind fragmentary in his conversation as his
hostess and did not imitate her smiling as-
pect. He was silent and moody, as he had
been at tho Olonaveril dinner, more than a
year ago. That Silenus face bending toward
his wife's ear, that confidential air assumed
in every look and tone, made him furious.
Ho could scarcely sit through the dinner. He
wounded Mrs. Baynham in her pride of heart
n< a housekeeper by hardly touching her
choicest dishes.
"Oh, come now, Col. Disney," sho pleaded,
"you must take ono of my lobster cromskys.
I don't mind owning that I made them my-
self. It is an entree 1 learned from tho cook
at my own home. My father was always par-
ticular about his table, and wo had a pro-
fessed cook. |Ploa?o don't roluse a cromsky."
Col. Disney took the thing on his plate and
sat frowning at it, whilo a bustle at tho door
and a marked rise in the temperature indica-
ted tho entrance of the piece de resistance, in
the shape of a well kept saddle of mutton.
"Oh but you had seen tho Vendetta before,
hadn't your" asked the oily voice on the other
side of the tabic. "You knew all about it.
Really, now, Mrs. Disney, was that your first
visit to Lostwithiel's yacht?"
lsola looked at the speaker as if ho had
struck her. Groat God, how pale sho was! Or
was it the reflection of tho apple green shado
upon the caudle in front of her which gave
her that ghastly look?
"Yes," she said, "I saw tho yacht from tho
harbor several years ago."
"But you were nover on board hor. How
odd, now. I had a notion that you must have
been that pretty cabin and all Lostwithiel's
finical arrangements. Ho was so proud of
tho Vendetta when ho was horo. He was al-
ways asking my girls on board. You remem-
ber, Alice, how Lostwithiol used to ask you
tWO girls to tea?"
"Yes,9' answered his daughter, in her hard
voice. "He asked us often enough, but
mother would not lot us go."
"How very severe," said Capt. Hulbert, at-
tracted by tho wound of his brother's name.
"Why do you object to a tea party ou the Ven-
detta, Mrs. Crowther? Have you a prejudico
agninst yachts? Do you think they aro likely
to go down tho harbor, liko the poor old
Royal George?"
"Oh, no, I am not afraid of that. Only I
liked Lorn Lostwithiel to come to tea with us
at Glenaveril, and I did not think it would bo
quite tho thing for my girls to visit a bache-
lor's yacht, even if I went with them. People
at Trelasco are only too ready to make un-
pleasant remarks. They wouid have said we
wero running afior Lord Lostwithiel."
"Oh, but it isn't tho single girls who run
after the men nowadays," said Mr. Crowther,
with his Silenus grin; "it's the young mar-
ried women. They are the sirens."
Nobody took any notice of this remark, and
tho conversation which had become general
for a minute or two resumed its duologue
form.
Capt. Hulbert and Allegra went on with
their animated discussion as to the author of
Macbeth and Hamlet; and Capt. Pentreath
took up the thread of his story about the ob-
stinate pike; Alicia talked to tho doctor about
her last day with the harriers, and Mary
Baynham told Mrs. Crowther about a church
bazar which had electrified Truro and at
which sho had "helped" at somebody else's
stall.
"It was hard work standing about and try-
ing to soil things all day, and persuading
stingy old gentlemen to put into rallies for
talking dolls," said Miss Baynham. "I have
pitied shop gins ever since."
l Mrs. Baynham gave tho signal for depart-
ure feeling that her dinner, from a material
point of view, had been a success. Tho lob-
ster sauce had been backward and tho threo
last peopie to whom the vol au vent was of-
fered had got very little except pie-crust and
white sauce, but those were small blemishes.
The mutton and the pheasants had been unim-
peachable, and on those substantial elomeuts
Mrs. Baynham took hor stand. Sho had
spared neither pains nor money. Hor Italian
cream was cream and not corn-llour. Her
cabinet pudding was a work of art. She felt
satisfied with herself and know that tho doc-
tor would approve, and yet sho felt somehow
that the moral atmosphere had not been al-
together free from storm cloud. Col. Disney
had looked on at the feast with a gloomy
countenance; Mr. Crowther had talked in an
unpleasant tone.
"I am afraid thoso two will never forgot the
church path," she thought, as she set her
nieces down to Zampa and then wont to
inspect the card table in a snug corner near
the lire, with its freshly lighted wax candles
and now cards placed ready for the good old
English game which our ancestors called
whisk.
Zampa onco started meant a noisy oveuing.
Capt. Pentreath would sing "The Maid of
Llangollen," and "Drink, puppy, drink."
Mary Baynham would murder "It was a
dream," and scream the higher notes in
"Ruby." Duet would follow solo and fantasia
would succeed ballad, Mrs. Baynham's idea
of a social gathering being the nearest attain-
able approach to a penny reading. She would
have had recitations and imitations of popular
actors, had there been any one capable of
providing that form of amusement.
This evening, however, she failed in getting
a quartette for whist. Neitner Mr. Crowther
nor his wife were disposed lor cards; Col.
Disney coldly declined, and it was useless to
usk the young people to leave the attractions
of that woody piano. While sho was lament-
ing this state of things, tho whist table being
usually a feature of her drawing-room, the
Disneys and Allegra bid her good-night and
were gone before sho had time to remon-
strate with them for so early a departure.
It seemed earlier than it really was for the
dinner had been late. Disney's quick ear had
heard the step of his favorite horse, punctual
as the church clock. He had ordered his car-
riage at 10:30 o'clock and at 10:30 o'clock
lie and his party loft the drawing room, tho
doctor following to hand tho ladies to their
carriages, while the colonel lighted a cigar on
the door step preparatory to walking homo.
"It's a fine night; I'd rather walk," he said.
Ho walked further than tho Ang'er's Nest.
He walked up the hill whore ho and lsola had
sat in the summer sunshine on the day after
his home coming. He roamed about that
wild height for two hours nnd the church
clock struck ono while ho was in the lane
leading down to Trelasco.
"If that man has any motive for his inso-
lence—if there is the shadow of a secret be-
tween him and my wile, I'll wring the truth
out of him before he is a day older," the colo-
nel said to himself, as he tramped homeward.
He wrote to Mr. Crowther next morning,
requesting the favor of half an hour's private
conversation upon a very serious matter. He
proposed to call upon Mr. Crowther at 12
o'ciock, if that hour would be convenient.
The bearer of tho noto would wait for an an
ewer.
Mr. Crowther replied that ho would bo
happy to see Col. Disuey at the hour named.
The colonel arrived at Glenaveril with mil-
itary punctuality, and was forthwith shown
into that grandiose apartment, where all
thoso time-honored works which tho respect-
able family bookseller considers needful to
the culture of the country gentleman wero ar-
ranged in the old bookcases, newly carvod
out of soft chestnut wood in the workshops of
Venice. It was an imposing apartment, with
paneled dado, gilded Japaueso paper, heavy
cornice and ceiling, in carton pierre—such a
room as makes tho joy of architect, builder
and furniture-maker. So far as dignity and
social position can bo bought for money,
thoso attributes has been bought by Vansit-
tart Crowther; and yet this morning, standing
before the mediaeval fireplace, with his hands
in the pockets of his velvet lounge coat, he
looked a era von. He advanced a step or two
to meet his visitor and offered his hand,
which the colonel overlooked, fixing him at
once with a gaze that wont straight to the
heart of his mystery. He felt that an accusor
was before him—that ho,Vansittart Crowther,
was called to account.
"Mr. Crowther, I have come to ask what
you mean by your insolent manner to my
wife." r , .
"Insolent 1 My doar Col. Disney, I admire
tho lady in question more than any other
woman within twenty miles. Surely it is not
insolent to admiro a pretty woman.'
It is insolent to adopt the tone you have
adopted to Mm. Disney—first in your own
hou:4o, on tho solitary occasion when my wife
and l wore your guetUL and ntxt >'.t tha din-
ner table last night. I took no notico of your
manner on tho first occasion, for, though I
considered your conduct offensive, I thought
it might be your ordinary mannor to a pretty
woman, and I considered I did enough in for-
bidding my wife ever to re-enter your houso.
But last night tho offense was repeated, was
rossor, and more distinctly marked. What
do you moan by talking to my wife of Lord
Lostwithiol with a peculiar emphasis? What
do you moan by your affectation of a secret
understanding with my wife whonovor you
pronounco Lostwithiel's name?"
"I am not aware that there has boon any-
thing peculiar in my pronunciation of that
name, or in my manner to Mrs. Disney," said
Mr. Crowther, looking at his boots, but with
a malignant smilo lurking at tho corners of
his heavy lips.
"Oh, b't you aro awaro of both facts. You
meant to bo insoleut and meant other people
to notico your insolence. It was your wav of
boing even with me for defying you to shut up
the wood yonder aid cut off the people's short
cut to church. You dared not attack me, but
you thought you could wreak your petty spite
upon my wife, and you thought I should be
too dull to observe or too much of a poltroon
to resent your impertinence. That's what you
thought, Mr. Crowther, and I am here to un-
deceive you and to tell you that you are a
vard and a liar, and that if you don't like
thoso words you may fend any frioud you
please to my friend, Capt. Hulbert, to ar-
range a mooting in the nearest and most con-
venient place on the other side of the chau-
nel."
Mr. Crowther turned very red, and then
very palo. It was the first tune ho had beeu
invited to vonture his life in defence of his
honor; and for the moment it seemed to him
that honor was a small thing, a shadowy pos-
session exaggerated into importance by the
out-at-olbows and penniless among mankind,
who had nothing else to boast of. As if a
man who always kept £50,000 at his bankers,
and who had money invested all over tho world,
would go and risk his lifo upon tho sands of
Blankonburgh against a soldier whoso retir-
ing allowance was something loss than £300 a
year, and who was perhaps a dead shot. Tho
idea was propostorous.
No, Mr. Crowthor, was not going to fight,
and though he quailed before thoso steady
eyes of Martin Disney's, caltn in their deep
indignation, this explanation was not unwel-
come to him. He had a dagger ready to
plungo into his enemy's hoart, and he did not
mean to hold his hand.
'I'm not a fighting man, Col. Disney," ho
said, "ana if I wero 1 should hardly caro to
fight for a grass widow who mado herself
common talk by her flirtation with a man of
most notorious antecedents. We will say that
it nover .was any more than a flirtation—in
spite of Mrs. Disney's mysterious disappear-
ance after the Hunt ball, which happened ex-
actly to correspond with Lord Lostwithiel's
sudden departure. The two events might
have no connection—more especially as Mrs.
Disney came back ten days after, and Lord
Lostwithiel hasn't como back yet."
•I can answer for my wife's conduct, sir,
under all circumstances, and amid all sur-
roundings. You aro the first person who has
ever dared to cast a slur upon her, and it shall
not bo my fault if you are not tho last. I toll
you again, to your face, that you are a coward
and a liar—a coward becauso you are inso-
lent to a young and lovely woman, and a liar
because you insinuate evil agaiust hor which
you are not able to substantiate."
"Ask your wife where she was at the end of
December, the year before last—the year you
were in India. Ask her what she had been
doing in London when she came back to
Fowey on tho last day of tho year, and trav-
eled in the same train with my lawyor, Mr.
McAllister, who was struck by hor appear-
ance, first because she was so pretty, and next
because sho looked tho picturo of misery—got
into conversation with her and found out who
t-he was. If you think that is a lie you can go
to McAllister, in the Old Jewry, and ask him
to convince you that it is a fact."
"There is no occasion. My wife has no
secrets from me."
"I am glad to hear it. Then there is really
nothing to fight about except a good deal of
vulgar abuso on your part, which I am will-
ing to overlook. A man of your mature age
married to a beautiful girl has some excuse for
being jealous."
"More excuse, perhaps, than a man of your
ago for acting like a cad," said the colonel,
turning upon his heel, and leaving Mr. Crow-
ther to his reflections.
Thoso reflections were not altogether bitter.
Mr. Crowther felt sure that he had sown the
seeds of future misery. Ho did uot believe
in the colonel's assertion that there were no
secrets betwoon him and his wife. He bad
cherished the knowledge of that mysterious
journey from London on the last day of tho
year. He had warned his confidential friend
and solicitor to mention tho fact to no ono
else, lie had priod and questioned and by
various crooked ways had found out that
lsola had been absent form the Angler's Nest
for some days after the Hunt ball, and he had
told himself that she was a false wife and that
Martin Disnoy was a fool to trust hor.
As for being called by harsh names, he was
too much a man of tho world to attach any im-
portance to an angry husband's abuse. It
made him not a Bixpeuce poorer; and as there
had beon no witness to the interview it scarce-
ly diminished his dignity. Tho thing rested
between him and his enemy.
"Ho took down my gates; but I think I
have given him something to think about .that
will spoil his rest for many a night, before ho
has thought it out," mused Mr. Crowthor.
It was after luncheon before Martin Disney
went back to tho Angier's Nest. He had been
for a long walk by the river, trying to walk
down some devil that raged withiu him, be-
fore he could trust himself to go home. His
wife was alone in the drawing-room, sitting
by tho tire with her baby in her lap; but this
time he did not pause on the threshold to con-
tomplace that domestic pioture. There was
no tenderness in the eyes which looked at his
wife—only a stern determination. Every fea-
ture in the familiar face looked strained and
rigid, as in the face of an accuser and judge.
"Send the child away, lsola. I want some
serious talk with you."
She stretched out a faltering hand to the
bell, lookmg at him, palo and scared, but say-
ing no word. She gave the baby to his nurse
presently in the same pallid dumbness, never
taking her eyes from her husband's face.
"Martin," she gasped at last, frozen by his
angry gaze, "is there anything wrong?"
"Yes, thoro is something utterly wrong-
something that means destruction. What
wero you doing in Loudon, tho winter before
last, while I was away? What was tho motive
of your secret departure—your stealthy re-
turn? What wore you doing on the last day
of the year? Whoro had you been—with
whom?"
She looked at him breathless with horror
whether afc the accusation implied in his
words or at his withtring mannor it would
have been difficult for the looker-on to de-
cide. His mannor was terrible enough to
have scared any woman as he stood before
her. waiting foj her answer.
"Where had you boon—with whom?" he
repeated, while her lips moved dumbly,
quivering as in abject fear. "Great God,
why can't you answer? Why do you look
such a miserable, degraded creature—self-
convicted—not able to say a word in your
defense?"
"On the last day of the year?" she faltered,
with thoso tremulous iips.
"On the last day of the year before last
the wintor I spent in Burmah. What wero
you doing—whore woro you—where had you
beon? Is it ho difficult to romember?"
"No, no; of course not," she cried, with a
half hysterical laugh. "You frighten me out
of my senses, Martin. I don t know what
you aro aiming at. I was coming home from
London on that day—of course—the 31st of
Jan—no, December. Coming home from
Hans Place, where I had been spending a fow
days with Gwendoline."
"You nover told me of that visit to Gwen-
doline."
"Oh, yes; I'm Bure I told you all about it in
one of my letters. Perhaps you did not get
that letter—I romember you nover noticed it
in yours. Martin, for God's eako, don't look
at me like that!"
"I am looking at you to see if you are the
woman I have loved and believed in, or if
you aro as false as helL" he said, with his
strong hand grasping her shoulder, hor face
turnod to his, so that those frightoncd eyes of
hors could uot escape his scrutiny.
"Who has put this nonsense in your head?"
"Your neighbor—your good Mrs. Crow-
thor's husband—told mo that his lawyor trav-
eled with you from Padil mgton—ou tho 31st
of Docembor—tho year b;doro last, lie got
into conversation with you—you romombor,
perhaps?99
"No," she cried, with a fluddon piteous
chatigo in her face, "I can't romombor."
"But you came from London on that day.
You romember that?"
"Yes, yes. I caino from Gwendoline's
houso on that day. I told you bo in my
letter."
That letter which I nevor received—tolling
mo of that visit to which you mado no allu-
Biou in any of your later loiters. It was about
that time, I think, that you fell off us a cor-
respondent—left off tolling mo all tho little
details of your lifo—which in your earlier lot-
tors seemod to shorten tho distance between
3." ,
Sho was silent, listening to his roproaches
with a sullen dumbness, as it seemed to him,
whilo ho stood there in his agony of doubt-
in his despairing love, llo turned from her
with a heartbroken sigh, and slowly left the
room, going away he scarce knew whither,
only to put himsolf be>oud the possibility of
saying thiugs to her, of letting cruel, branding
words escape out of tho devouring tiro in Ins
heart.
She stood for a fow moments after ho had
?one, hesitating, breathless and frightened,
ike a huuted animal at bay, then ran to the
door, oponed it softly and listenod. Sho
could hear him pacing tho room above.
Again sho stood still and hesitated, her lips
tightly sot, hor hands clenched, hor brow bent
in painful thought. Then sho suatclwd hat
and jacket from a corner of the hall where
such things were kept and put t hem on hur-
riedly with trembling hands as if her fate de-
fended upon tho speed with which she got
'lerself ready to go out, looking up at tho
great, dim, brazen face of tho eight-day
clock all the whilo. And theu sho lot herself
out at a half-glass door into tho garden and
walkea quickly to a side gate that opened
into tho lane—the gate at which the bakor
and the butcher stopped to gossip with tho
maids on tine mornings.
There was a cold bracing wind, and tho sun
was declining in a sky barred with dense
black clouds, touched hero und there with
gleams of golden light—an ominous sky,
prophetic of storm or rain. lsola walked up
the hill towards Tywardreath as if sho woro
going on an errand of deadliest moment,
skirted and passed the village, with no slack-
ening of hor pace, and so by hill and vaiicy to
Par, a long and weary walk under ordiuary
circumstauces for a delicate young woman,
although accustomed to long country walks.
But lsola went upon hor lonely journoy with
a feverish determination which seemed to
make her uncouscious of distance. Hor stops
nover fultered upon the hard, dusty road. Tho
autumn wind that swept the dead leaves round
her feet seemed to carry hor along upon its
course. Past copso aud meadow, com-
mon land and stubble, she waiaed -teadily
onward, looking neither to right nor loft- of
her path, only straightforward to the gleam-
ing lights that showed liory red in the gray
dusk at Par junction. She watched the lights
growing larger and more distinct as she neared
the end of her journey. She saw tho fainter
lignts of tho village scattered thinly beyond
tho station lamps, low dowu toward tho sandy
shore. She heard the distant rush of a train,
and the dull sob of tnu soa creeping up along
the level shore, between the great ciiffs that
screened the bay. A clock struck six as sha
waited at tho level crossing, in an agony of
impatience, whilo tiuck after truck of china
clay crept slowly by, 111 a procession which
seemed endless, aud theu for the first time
she feit that the wind was cold and that her
thin little jacket did not protect her from that
biting bla^t. Finally the lino was cioar, and
she was aolo to cross and make hor way to the
villago postoffico.
Hor business at tho postoffice occupied
about a quarter of an hour, and when sho
caino out into the village street tho sky had
darkened, and there wero heavy rain drop3
falling; but she hurried back by the way she
had com©, recrossed the line and set out on
the long journoy home. The shower did not
last long, but it was not tho only oue she had
oucouutered on her way back, and the poor
little jacket was wet through when she re-
entered by the servant's gato, and the half-
glass door, creopiug steahhily into her own
house and running up stairs to her own room
to get rid of her wet garments before anyone
could surprise her with questions and sympa-
thy. It was past 8 o'clock, though she had
walked so fast a»l the way as to feel neither
cold nor damp. She took off hor wet clothes
und dressed herself for dinner in fear and
trembling, imagining that her ubseuoo would
have bcea wondered at, and her errand would
bo questioned. It was an infinite relief when
she went down to tho drawing-room to find
only Allegra sitting at her easel, working at a
sepia Bketch by lamplight.
"Martin is very late," she said, looking up
as lsola entered, "and he is generally a model
of punctuality. I hope thoro is nothing
wrong. Whoro have you been hiding your-
self since lunch, Isa? Have you been lymg
down?"
"Yes, part of the time," hesitatingly. "Is
itverylato?"
"Twenty minutes to nine. Dale has been
in twice in the last quarter of an hour to say
that the diuner is being spoilt. Harkl
There's the door, and Martin's step. Thank
God, its all right 1" cried Allegra, getting up
and going out to meet her brother.
Col. Disney's countenance as ho stood in
the lamplight was not so reassuring as tho
substautial fact of his return. It was some-
thing to kuow that he was not dead, or hurt
iu any desperate way—victim of any of those
various accidents which tho morbid mind of
woman can imagine if husband or kinsman
be unwontedly late for dinner, but that things
wero all right with him was open to question.
Ho was ghastly palo and had a troubled, half-
distracted expression which scared Allegra
almost as much as his prolonged absence had
done.
"I am euro there is something wrong,
she said when dinner was over and the ser-
vants had left the room.
"Oh, no, there is nothing particularly amiss.
I have been worried a little, that's all. I am
very sorry to be so unconsciously late for din-
ner and to sit down in this unkempt condition,
But I loitered at the club looking at the Lon-
don papers. I shall have to go to London to-
morow, lsola, on business and I want you to
go with mo. Have you any objection?"
Sho started at the word London and looked
at him curiously—surprised, yet resolute—as
if she wero not altogether unprepared for
some startling proposition on his patr.
"Of course uot. I would rather go with you
if you really have occasion to go."
"I really have; it is very important. You
won't mind our deserting you for threo or
four days, will you, Allegra?" asked Disney,
turning to his sister. "Mrs. Baynham will bo
at your service as chaperou if you want to go
out anywhere while wo aro away. It is an
office in which she delights."
"I won't trouble her. I shall stay at homo
and paint all tho time. I have a lot of work
to do to my pictures bofore they will bo ready
for the winter exhibition, and the time for
sending iu is drawing dreadfully near. You
need have no anxiety as to my gadding about,
Martin. You will find me shut up in my
paiciting-room, come homo when you will."
Later, when sho and her brother were alone
in the drawing-room, she went up to him soft-
ly and put her arms around his nock.
"Martiu, dearest, 1 know you have some
great trouble. Why don't you tell me? Is it
anything very bad? Does it moan loss of for-
tune : poverty to bo faced; this pretty homo
to bo given up, porhaps?" *
"No, no, no, my dear. The home is Bafe
enough; the house will stand firm as long as
you and 1 live. I am not a shilling poorer
than I was yesterday. There is nothing tho
matter—nothing worth spoakmg about; blue
devils, vapors if you like. That's all."
"You are ill, Martin. You have found out
some Becrot illness—heart, lungs, something—
and you are going to London to consult a
physician. Oh, my dear, dear brother," sho
cried, with a look of agony, her arms still
clasped about his nook. "Don't keep me in
the dark; let me know the worst."
"There is no worst, Allegra; don't I tell
you there is nothing? I am oat of sorts, that's
all. I am going to town to see my lawyer,
and if you like I'll see my father's old doctor
—tho oraclo we all believed in—a white-haired
oracle now, venerable as the oaks of Dodona.99
[continued next monday. ]
A Detroit school uses the Columbian post-
age stamps as a text for essays.
HE HOLDS STRONG VIEWS
ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER OF IN-
DIAN AFFAIR8 ARMSTRONG
Consent of Solving the Indian Problem
by Teaohing Pocr Lo to Make an
Honest Living.
Washington, May 13.—[Spocial.]—Gon.
Frauk Armstrong, assistant commissioner of
Indian affairs, was an Indian inspector for
many years, and in that capacity loomed by
practical exporieuco much of Indian char-
acter and the methods employed in his civili-
zation. He has strong viows on this subject,
nnd they aro not in accord with thoso of his
predecessors in office. He believes, first of
all. in making tho Indians self-suoporting and
able to make a living for theuisolves, inde-
pendent of tho white men and of tho govern-
ment. He talked entertainingly and with
frankness to-day on this subject. In answor
to questions he said:
The only way to oducate an Indian is to
tcach him to make an honest living—to earn
his own support. There is not now enough
attention paid to the industrial part of his
education. Some pooplo, earnost and sin-
core, but without practical ideas,(think all you
have got to do is to put a pair of shoes on an
Indiau's feet in place of his moccasins, teach
him to say by rote which is the longost river
in tho world and to sing a hymn and you have
him civilized. An Indian, like a white man,
wants to know whore ho comes in; what ho is
going to got out of it. Let him soe that by
working ho cun get money and buy things as
tho white man does and ho will soon civilize
himself in the right direction.
A United States government school was
built on a reservation lately, and in furnish-
ing the Bchool thoy put in requisitions for two
encyclopedias. Two hoes would have cost
less and been uioro useful. They also wanted
maps of Asia aud Africa. These thiugs were
for tho teaching of children nine and ton
years old. They wanted thoso little things
who could scarcely talk English to learn
which are the longest rivers and the highest
mountoins in the world.
I remomber when an inspector going into a
school in Idaho. The teacher was asking the
children a lot of such questions. She was an
earnest young woman, doing what sho had
been told to do, and oudcavoring to teach the
ludians as best she could. Tasked her, "Do
you think these children will ever got to
Asia?" Of courbe she didn't know that they
ever would. Tho superintendent had told hor
to terch them in that way. But I said to her:
"You get these children so they can tell you
poll-parrot liko which is the longest river in
Asia and how to got there, when they can't
toll you how to got to Snake river, twenty-
fivo miles away. Teach them something that
will bo of some use to them. Take up Idaho
and show them how to get about in it—to
reach places they may some day want to go
to." When Indians havo become indepenueut
and able to care for themselves you have got
them half way civilized.
"What do you think about sending so many
of them off the reservations to otner schools?'1
was asked.
That, liko many other things in the Indian
businesi, has been carried too far, just as the
allotment matter has been. It is a good
thing, probably, to take a few of the brighter
children from tho reservation schools and
send them away to obtain a higher education,
but most of tho Indian children should be
educatod right where thoy are. Great care
and judgment should be exercised in taking
children away from the reservation. People
who don't know them talk about the Indian
as a hardy race. It is not so to-day. I can
stand more than any Indian I over saw.
The Indian is moro liable to Bicknoss
than the white pooplo and can stand
climatic changes less easily. Tho
old race of Indiaus wero healthy
people, but many of the modem Indians, in
fact the great majority of them, are enfeebled
by diseases inhorited or acquired. Tho old
ludians lived in tepees; they cooked in them,
aud, the smoke going out tho top, made the
atmosphere pure, as the ventilation was per-
fect. They lived in the open air. The buffalo
meat was healthful, and they were compara-
tively free from vice. Now you put them in
houses and stop up every chink so that no air
can get in and they sicken. The Indian
houses are heated by great box stoves. At
night they often got together and dance in
the suporheatod rooms in the samo foul at-
mosphere. The result is ofien quick con-
sumption. It is because of this that many
Indians havo opposed sending tlieir children
off the reservation, for fear that they wouid
nover see them again. There has beon some
change in tho system lately, aud others are
needed. There is a clause in the appropria-
tion bill for the support of some of the out-
Bide schools this year which says that no child
shall be sent to them who has not first at-
tended a reservation school.
Lot tho reservation school be the first thing.
They have so many people going around the
country taking up Indian children and send-
ing them off that the ludians begin to feel
they only exist to furnish children for these-
people to gather up and thereby earn their
saluries.
Educating tho Indians in industrial pur-
suits on tho reservation is a good thing for
the old Indians as woll as for the young In-
dians. It shows the old Indiaus that it isa
good thing and helps to lift them up. You
take an Indian child from the reserva-
tion and send him away for sovoral years
when he comes back ho thinks he is better
than the other Indiaus. He is quite different
from what he was when he went away and ho
knows it, and to do the others. The result is
that he is unhappy and ho either lives apart
from the others and does nothing to help them
along or olso he sinks back into his old life,
and is then worse thau before. If he wero on
the reservation and were taught how to do
something that would make him better off not
only ho but the older Indians would see it.
When they saw him accomplish something
that was good they would say, we want to
know that. In this way both would bo bottor
off, and after he was through his education the
Indian could take caro of himself and this
great problom would be settled. As I said,
the Indian wants to know where ho comes in.
Ho wants to get some bodily good out of it
just as tho whito man does.
Then the allotment matter, as I said, has
been carried too far. It is just what is wanted
for Indians who aro prepared for it, but it is
really a detriment to Indians who aro not
ready for it. Take the Devil's Lake Indians,
the Wisconsin Indians, the Sissotons and
others for examples. They are advanced and
can take their lands and get along. But take
a Pine Ridge Indian and settle him on ICO
acres of laud. What is he going to do with it?
He doesn't know how to make a living from
it. He can't sell it for twenty-five years; un-
der the law he can't lease it; ho can't even
niortgago it, as can a white man. What is he
going to do? Take the Cheyeuues
and Arapahoos. Thoy are not farm-
ers. Thero never was a braver sot
of Indians than the Choyennos. Thoy
have never been whipped. They havo goue
out fighting and have come in wiion they
wanted to nnd made peaco, but thoy were
nover conquered. Their land is bought and
they aro put on allotments. The 160 acres is
not of the least use to them. When it was not
fenced they could let their cattle roam over
tho country and make a living off them.
But after thoir lands are sold and the money
turned into the treasury—what then? Next in
order comes the depredation claims. Their
money is taken to pay claims for depreda-
tions they nevor committed, and what does the
Indian have loft? Littlo, if anything.
The Bvstem is, in a measure, pauperizing
Indians who are not advanced. It is not just,
either, to take their money for these claims.
It is making them pay for the wars of their
ancestors. Tho Indians of to-day are mado
to pay for depredations committed fifteon or
twenty years ago, and of which they know
nothing.
I know that these people who are insisting
on putting every Indian on an allotment hon-
estly believe the Indian is well on the road to
civilization. They aro honest and Bincoro,
but the plan is a fallacy. Tho popular idea is
to make every Indian a farmer. That won't
d<3. I believo in developing tho Indian along
tho lino for which he shows a natural aptitude.
All white mon are not, and could uot become,
farmers. Tho Sioux, , for instance, aro not
farmer*. Their Une is stock railing.
Tho Navajoos are fihoep-raisers. That is
wlint their people havo beon doing for years
and indicates what they aro best adapted to
do. They aro Hinart and able to tako earn of
themselves. Tho government doos nothing
for thorn except to make an effort to forco
them into schools, and it has found it cannot
do this. The Navajoos can look out for thetn-
solvos, and tho whito man does not got much
tho bottor of them in a trade. The wool buy-
ers go among thom every year aud they havo
fouud that tho Indians know what thoy are
about and aro fastidious as to prices.
Their wool is of a low grade, to bo
sure, tho result of inbreeding for generations.
The best help the government could cive
them would be to aid in improving their
stock. The Indians would appreciate this.
Thero is no use trying to make farmers out
of the Nuvajoes. They are also of a mechan-
ical turn, especially tho women, who mako
plackets which will hold water and are
famous everywhere. Teach thorn to improvo
that chvis of work, to do it quicker and to
make tho most out of it. Got some simple
niachinory and show tho women how by it
thoy can turn out moro blankots. You cannot
change tho whole mode of lifo of those people
and forco thom into othor occupations.
Take the Zunis and Pueblos. Pottory mak-
is their business. They like it and can mako
their living at it. Thoy have been reared to
it through generations. Instead of teaching
them to farm, sond them a practical, wide-
awako man who understands pottory. Water
pipes aro needed all through that country for
irrigation purposes. Any quantity of it can
be bold. Teach them how to mako water
pipe, not how to farm. In other words find
out what pursuit au Indian is adapted to and
bring him up to a higher standard in that oc-
cupation.
Some timo ago I was up on Pugot sound.
I found that they had sent a farmer up there
to teach these Noah Bay Indians farming,
when there is no tillable land to farm, as all
the lands aro rocky and wooded. And yet
these Indians are self-supporting. They go
eight or ten miles out to sea. They catch deep
sea fish and sometimes thoy get a whalo.
They dry out tho oil and trade their catch for
flour, potatoes—what they like. A boat
builder would help these ludians. Ho might
teach them to improve in the way they are
going. A man who could teach them to euro
their fish bo as to get the most out of them
will do more to civilize them than auy other
person.
There is in general but one thing to do—you
must provide work for tho Indians. If tho
government would give its attention for twen-
ty years to finding work for them, thero will
be a great change and they will be able to
subsist themselves. Gon. Crook inducad some
of his Indians to raise baney aud they wont
ahead. I urged that the government buy its
barley entirely from theso Indians, Whon I
found there was more barloy raised than
could be told right there instead of following
the usual course and taking tho barley of tho
chief, 1 sent word around that wo would first
take the barley of every poor widow and poor
Indian. The chief was left to the last. He
has his pooplo and his horses and his teams
and could caro for himself. The result was
that the Indians were encouraged to continue
at barley raising. Some of these friends of
the Indian want to take every military post
away from an Indian reservation. I don't
believo in it.
They talk about the presence of the military,
the solidors they say demoralize the In-
dians. The danger is not very groat in my
opinion. With any army post near the reser-
vation the Indians could be profitably cm-
ployed in supplying its needs. The govern-
ment shouid buy supplies for them as far as
possible. Thou the presence of the military
.s a good thing in keeping t hem quiet and em-
ployed in what they aro told to do. The In-
dian recognizes force more readily thau any
ono nation. If ho thinks ho has got to do a
thing ho goes nnd does it. And he knows
whon an army officer says a thing ho means
it. Ho does not know the same thing about
an agent, lie knows tho agent has got to get
the soldiers to make him do it and he some-
times thinks the agent can't get them. There
is not a Navajo but does not know to-day
that Gen. Morgan tried to get troops sent to
put them in the sohools and that he could not
get them." ^
OAIRNES' WILL.
Ninety-Six Thousand Dollars Divided
Between Heirs and Friends.
Gainesville, Tex., May 13.—The will of
the late Major Lomuel G. Cairnes, who died
suddenly at Pontiac, 111., some wCeks since,
was filed for probate with the clerk of Cooko
county to-day. The total amount Btated in
the will is $96,000 and is distributed as fol-
lows, after requesting that all his just debts be
paid:
1. For a monument to my memory $5000.
I. To my adopted daughter. Mahala Floronce
Cairnes. nil of my homestead property, consist-
ing of seven town lots in tho town of Pontiac.
111., togotlior with improvements thereon, and
$20,000 in money.
3. To ray friend, Moses W. Cairnes of Bowers-
ton, O.. $10,000.
4. To Harrison Peppel of llinton, West Vir-
ginia, $15,000.
5. To JAmoB Peppel $5000.
6. To Elizabeth K. Parker $5000.
7. To Rosoua C. Fisher of near Bowerston, O.,
$1000.
8. To Margaret Fisher $1000.
9. To Mary M. Hathaway $2000.
10. To lpabofrMack $1000.
II. To Elizabeth Mock $1000.
12. To llolen Mack $1000.
13. To my secretary, C. R. Smith of Gainesville,
Tex., $15,000.
14. To Cairnes R, Smith, son of C, R. Smith,
$2000.
15. To H. Cairnes Potter, son of C. C. Potter of
Gainesville, Tex., $1000.
16. To Cairnes Addington, daughter of Andrew
Addington, now of tho Indian territory and for-
merly of Gainosville, Tex., $1000.
17. To the town of Pontiac, 111., the sum of
$10,000, to remain as a pormanont fund, the inter-
est on which is to be used for tho poor of the
town.
18. Name and bequeath that C. R. Smith and
C. C. Potter of Gainesville, Tex., and J. T. Terry
of Poutiac, 111., bo tho executors of my estate;
that thoy collect all claims duo mo und my estate,
pay all my just dobts out of the proceeds of my
estato, etc.
Major Cairnes owned considerable property
in this city and was considered, before the
filing of this will, to bo worth near $1,000,000.
Elm Tree Beetle.
Mesquite, Tex., May 12.—[To^The News.]
—The elm tree beetle, galoruca calmariensis,
has boen exceedingly numerous for the past
fow days, giving the idlers on the streets some-
thing to do in keeping thoso little beetles off
their nocks and faces. This insect will be in-
jurious to the elm trees during this and next
month, although it has been numerous for
many years in most of the eastern states. I
have not seen them bofore this spring in this
part of Texas. As this beetle is a now insect
to most of our people it will not be out of
place to give its natural history. The eggs of
this beetle are deposited in clusters on the
under sido of tho leaf in May and June. These
eggs nre oval and are arranged in two or threo
rows together along the ribs of tho leaf, and
are fixed by one end to the surface. Tho
lame, when hatched out, eat the soft inner
substance of the foliage, leaving the network
of veins and ribs, causing the leaf to assume a
scorched and brown appearance. Wheu fully
grown the larvae descend by the limb and
trunk of the tree to the ground, where the
pupa is formed immediately at tho surface of
the ground or under loose trash near the tree,
and resembles in size and color grains of
whitish wheat. They remain in this helpless
and almost motionless state a few days when
the perfoct beetles appear and fly up into the
tree to lay oggs for a second generation,
which frequently destroys every leaf on the
trees. This insect was imported from Europe
in the summer of 1837, and in 1539 destroyed
the foliage of the elms in France and Ger-
many. Silas G. Lackey.
Leg Broken,
Sulphub Springs, Hopkins Co., Tex., May
13.—Carl, the 5-year-old son of Dr. W. C.
Sterling, playing at school yesterday, fell and
broke both bones in his left leg just above the
ankle.
THROUGH A FINE COUNTRY
VISIT TO LANCASTER, WAXAHAOfl-
IE, ITALY, MILF0ED,
Hilifiboro and Waco—Prosperous, Growing!
Towns—Tho Agricultural Utopia.
Thermal Waters of Waco,
Dallas, May 6.—[To The News.]—Should
a friend in soino of tho older states write to
mo asking what route he had best tako in
order to nee on ono trip as much of the beauty
und grandeur of the great sl ate of Texas as
possible, I am not quite sure what answer I
would make. There is bo much magnificent
country to be Been in tho 262,290 square milos
of the Lone Star state that a visitor would
would have an ocular feast, no matter what
route he should travel.
The writer, having just returned from a
briof visit to several of tho best towns along
the Denison, Dallas and Hitlsboro branch of
the Missouri, Kansas and Texas railroad, feels
a mighty moyin' of tho spirit" to Bay some-
thing about this veritable agricultural Utopia.
Leaving Dallas on tho Missouri, Kansas
and Texas south-bound, tho thriving old black
land town of LancaHter, fifteen milos from
the city, is ouo of Dallus county's most sub-
stantial and solid towns. One striking evi-
dence of the increasing prosporiry und progress
of Lancaster is the contoraplated enlargement
of its local paper, tho Herald. Brother Joe T.
Green makes this earnest aopoal to his
patrons, wnich thoy will doubtless all heed
and answer in tho practical manner ho sug-
gests :
Wo desire to enlarge the Herald to un eight-
coluinn four-page paper, but cau oidy do it with
tho assistance of our subscribers nnd patrons. To
enlargo tho paper wo will havo to buy a now press
and now type, which will cost several hundred
dollars. Our subscribe, that is quite a number
of thom, uro now behind on thoir subHcnpuons,
and if they will come forward promptly und pay
up all hack dues and one year in advance we can
make the change und pay cash for the press and
type. Will you help in tho good cause? Answor
with a cash inclosure.
The Herald is one of the best local papers j
in Texas and is a credit to the commuuity it
represents.
Waxahnchio( Indian forCowCreek),the beau-
tiful county seat of ono of the very best coun-
ties in Texas—Ellis—is the next towu going
Bou'h. It is thirty-ono miles from Dallas, is
situate ou the lovely Waxahachio creek and is
one of the very best of tho bmailer cities of
Texas. It has a population of somo 3500, r.nd
as a community there aro no better people to
be found anywhere. Waxahactiie is a well
built brick town in tho busiuess portion, with
many lovely cottage homes, and not a fow
fine mansions in the residonce portions dem-
onstrate it to bo a city of wealth, education
and refinement. Several new brick buildings
aro now in process of erection in Waxnhachie.
At Italy, fifteen miles below Waxahachio,
and also in Ellis county, the writer noticed a
block of fine brick stores and a large cotton
oil mill in process of erection, and the mar-
chants all seem prosperous and happy.
Mllford, another of Ellis county's substan-
tial black land towns, stands -ipon Mill creek j
and near the border of Hill county. Sur- |
rounded as it is by a country of unsurpassed '
fertility, Milford does an extensive business
for a small town and not the least of its com-
mendable features aro the several elegant
church buildings, its public school building
and its local paper, the Courier, edited by H.
P. Jones.
Hillsboro, sixty-six miles south of Dallas,
is the couty seat of Hill county, another one
of the choicest counties in the entire state of
Texas. Liko Waxahachio, Hillsboro is one of
tho oldest and bost littlo cities in central
Texas, antedating tho railroad era of tho
southwest by a quarter of a century or more.
Siuco the iron tentacles of tho Missouri, Kan-
sas aud Texas system took Hillsboro it its oui-
brace, it has developed from a small coun-
try town into quite a beautiful
and bustling littlo city, having at
the present time somo 3000 inhabitants.
Hillsboro ia tho terminal of the Denison, Dal-
las and Hillsboro branch of the Missouri,
Kansas and Texas railroad and tho point of
intersection with tho main line.
Thirty-three milos south of Hillsboro tho
beautiful central city of Waco is reachcd.
WTaco, with its solidly built brick blocks, paved
streets and other metropolitan features is too
well known to most of the readers of The
News to need any special comment or descrip-
tion. There is ono rning about Waco, howevor,
which I cannot refrain from mentioning—its
splendid artesian wells. These wonderful
wells have been developed within tho last
four or live years, and their thermal character
—102 to 104 degrees—may very properly en-
title Waco to tho designation of the "hot
water city." There aro twenty or more of
theso hot water wells, each of which is over
1800 feet deep. The aggregate daily out put of
these flowing fountains is estimated to bo
6,500,000 gallons. It is a difficult
mental feat to fully comprehend tho
full significance of this estimate. Just think
of it for a momeut; 6,500,000 gallons of hot
water flowing unceasingly every twenty-four
hours into a city of, say 16,000 inhabitants I
This is over 400 gallons a day for each man,
woman and child in tho city. Two large
water systems supply the city, and tho paltry
sum of $6 a year gives tho Waco citizen a
general, (and you might say an unlim-
ited) water privilege. In othor
words $6 a year entitles him to
all tho water he wants to use for household
purposes, watering stock and irrigating his
garden. This is cheaper than one could bring
it up from a spring at the foot of the hill if ho
got the wator free.
And then thin thermal water is positively
medicinal in its character and scores of inva-
lids have been restored to health by its use.
Its leading ingredients are chloride of so-
dium, chloride of potassium, sulphates of
lime, magnesia and sodium with a trace of
iodine and nitro. I took a sireet car for the
beautiful Padgitt park and natatorium and
met my fat friend Fred Tilford of Waxn-
hachie on the car. Fred was also on route to
tho natatorium, as the day was baUny and the
time of year had arrived for his regular
spring "wash." I had not thought of going
in swimming myself, but Fred insisted that
as a philanthropic journalist it was my duty
to "go in washing," too, both for my own
safety and that of the public with whom I
came in contact. He intimatod that the
Asiatic cholera had a peculiar weakness for
♦unwashed journalistic tramps," and
final and irresistable argument, ho paid for
my tioket. As long as I live I shall never re-
gret that 25-cent investment Tilford made for
mo on that memorable Thursday. Tho big |
swimming pool of soft, tepid water was de-
licious indeed, and after twenty minutes' ex- 1
ercise of swimming and diving and floating
around, now under the down-pouring goyser,
now in tho placid shallows, now upon the
spring-board taking a headlong plunge, ana
then sliding head first down the cnuto,
Fred and I got not less than six-bits' worth of
enjoyment and a dollar's worth of cleanliness
apiece out of our spring "wash."
As far as I can discern, the tasto of tho
Waco artesian water is identical with that of
our Dallas artesian water. It is several de-
greos warmer, owing porhaps to the gronter
depth from which it flows. It is probablo that
the medicinal virtues are about the same as
tho Dallas artesian water. Dick Naylok.
The first tunnel in England was mado near
Manchester in 1766.
PROKlKfSS
KEGULABIT*
of th,
BOWELS,
and
Hjres
BILIOUSNESS
"I find Simmons Liver Regulator an
excellent remedy for bilious attacks and
Sick: Headache. It Is the best family med
a. W, Goddaud. Greenvillet tt. i
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