The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-05
THE FIRST CAMPAIGN STORY"
Stanley's Early Love Disappointment
"A Faithless Sweetheart.

New YORK, July 2.-Now that anecdotes
of the presidential candidates are in order,
| send you one that is less trivial by being
timely. 1t is moreover certain TO be re-
vived by some one, and the true story may
as well be told now. This is in relation to
reception given by Gen. Harrison at his
home in indianapolis to President Hayes
and party in October, '79. The prominent
people Of Indianapolis were invited, and the
hours were meant to be fixed so that the
formal reception would not interfere with
an elaborate supper spread for the distin-
guished guests. Everybody went who had
a card, and nobody thought of grumbllng
at the scant fare of lemonade and cakes
provided as entertainment, though more
savory odors forced their way into the par
lors to rouse expectation and curiosity.
These kept increasing in proportion to the
hostesses' nervousness, who inwardly saw
her birds and pasties overdone At length
in despair of the reception guests going,
while the host remained with them, Mrs.
Harrison ushered the presidential party
into the dining-room and the doors were
closed
Next morning the city press burst into a
loud, sarcastic laugh. But the cOntretempS
was nobody's fault but the printers. He had
omitted from the reception cards the hours
that limited lt-as from 8 to 10-and out OF
this blunder rose the charge of inhospttality
Here is a summer yarn spun me by an
amateur photographer, who tramped last
year through the mountains of New Hamp-
shire with his Anthony" equipment. One
day he rested at farm house at Tamworth,
and in the afternoon took some views from
the piazza, thereby arousing much curiosity
in the mind Of plain, old farmer-looking
individual, who appeared to be just 'settln'
round"
Whats thatP' inquired the farmer,
pointing a long forehnger at the tiny box.
That's my fairy camera" replied my
friend.
And it takes pictures-that little thing"
"Yes. Very good ones. Would you like
to see my collectionP
Pm no judge" the farmer replied, but
he looked at the finished pictures with in
terest and inquired where an outfit could
be procured, carefully writing down the
address of E. a. H. r. Anthony & Co, New
York, as if with notion of providing him
self with a camera. After supper my
friend sauntered out to watch the sun set
ting behind the. mountains, glorious sight
that warmed his SOUL and he was about to
quote some lines of poetry when he noticed
the old farmer at his side, and not caring to
waste poetry on him he contented himself
with remarklng i'll prose that the sunset was
very beautiful The old man nodded and
himself quoted a line from Wordsworth
with uncovered head, then turned and
walked away. When the amateur photog-
rapher met his host he inquired who that
old farmer chap was. "fhat old farmer
chap, repeated the host with a chuckle.
That's John q. Whittier"
The present doubt regarding the fate Of
Stanley, the great exp!orer, recalls story
which has not lost pathos
by the lapse of years. 1t is apropos be
cause referring to an expedition when, as
to-day, nothing had been heard Of him for
year, and scientists and others believed him
to have persisted. Among the "others" was
the girl whom Stanley loved and was en-
gagged to marry. She was the beautiful
Alice Pike, daughter of CiLcinnatIs opera
house millionaire, and after waiting until
hope deferred became abandoned hope at
the end of the year she engaged herself to
another mana millionaire like her father.
The wedding day was fixed, and the earliest
guests assembled, when the express deliv-
cred at her fathers door large box con
tanning a quantity of ostrich feathers and
other African trophies, and a love letter
from Stanley. He was safe and hurrying
TO lay his honors at her feet. But it was too
late to retreat, and the faithless lady mar
ried the other man. w. L. S.