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The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27
SAVED FOR LOVE.
HY IlGY TIMER.

1t was 8 combination, half amateur, half professional, and-so the other girl told her-far better than the aver age. They made great many "one- night stands" but they were not lodged at third class hotels, like the chorus people of regular companies, or fined for tardiness at rehearsals, or gravely otherwise maltreated.
 But every time she thought of her. self as a chorus girl with a stage name, she laughed harshly. She, Agnes liar rington, now known as Alice Vernon, born to luxury, and who eighteen months before had first come face to face with need.
 She stood st the open window of her room-they were for two days in & quaint old river city in the west and looked out at the sunset.
 Her little room- mate, pretty, innocent child, was brushing her curls at the window and chirping a com- plaint.
 "We don't get our trunks for three days, Miss Vernon: they've been sent ahead. And did you read the 'call'2 Train leaves half past three AM. It's no use going to bed. shan't think of it." Receiving no reply she paused and questioned more gently "Are you sickp"
 "No, only tired"
 She continued to gaze from the window. Her roommate went out and left her there alone.
 1t was very still for a time, then sweetly and tenderly the baritone of the company began to sing in a room adjoining an air from "Lucia."
 Agnes Harrington could no longer see the sunset. Her eyes were full of tears.
 He used to sing that song with her in twilights long past.
 O, life was bitter; but bitterest of all was the thought that he should believe she had deceived him.
 Where was he now? Would he come to her again1 Sometimes she thought he would. Sometimes she felt sure of it. And so life was bear able by spells-bearable in spite ot poverty and humiliation.
 How clearly the past stood out before her at timesl Her happy childhood, her youth, her maiden hood. Then the first faint cloud. To save her fathers credit she con- sented to marry a man to whom she was wholly indifferent-a man much older than herself. Loving no one, it had not seemed so terrible until the deed was done-the final step taken and she knew her husband as he really was - brutal, secretly profligate. Three long years of weariness-though never want - for Harrington had plenty of money, and somehow d'd not manage to squander great amounts. Then came day of blessed relief. Freedomi Harrington went away
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27
Lost, and All For Love.
AFrKR rnR FRRNcH.

AFTER THE FRKNCH
 "Play balll" The command came sharply from the lips of the stern, griEzled umpire, who had faced death In thousand games.
 This was the great game of the Sansculottes against the Absinthe Fappes.
 The score stood three to two In favor of the Sansculottes; 1t was the last half of the ninth inning the Ab- sinthe Frappes had two men out and three on bases.
 Gribrichon was at the bat.
 Gribrichon, the strong, the power ful, the darling, the daisy, the giant, the big unlicked.
 Le B9uf was catching for the Sans culottes. Eagerly he bent forward, till he was nearly double. His little black eyes shot hateful gleAms be- tween the wires of his mask.
 He hated Gribrichon. Why7
 Wonder, In the grand stand, the req son-the lovely Marguerite. She had smiled on Gribrichon just now. She would not smile on Le BGui.
 WhiZ-z.z-clipl Once more the ball shot into Le BGuf's hands.
 "BAll-three," came from the um- pire's pale, compressed lips.
 Le Beufs face becomes devilish In its expression As he tosses the ball back.
 Again the ball goes whiEzing by.
 "Strike - two" Gribrichon has famed the wide out. doors.
 Le B9uf grins with hendish exul- tation.
 The pitcher pAuses before he deliv- CTS the decisive ball. All eyes are on Gribrichon. If he fails to swipe the sphere the Absinthe Frappes have lost the day. Like a statue he stands, pale, but determined. The vast mul- titude is hushed. A breath would bC sacrilege in this solemn moment.
 "Oh, Gribrichonp
 The words come from Marguerite, scarcely above a whisper, but plainly audible in the vast prevalence of hush. The strain had been too great for her.
 Gribrichon stirs uneasily. He is rattled.
 Just then the ball whizzes by. Gri- brichon is off his guard and lets it go.
 "Strike-three; striker out"
 The Absinthe Frappes have lost.
 A howl goes up from the multitude "a prolonged, awful howl.
 You're & chump; I've got the bulge on you now," misses Le B1uf into Gribrichon's ear. Then he goes toward the grand stand.
 Marguerite, smiling, radiant, comes to meet him.
 Gribrichon bItts out his brains on the home -plAte.-Judge.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27
BEYOND THE MYSTIC RIVER.
BY T. A. POSTER

Beyond the mystic river Are paths that lead Co peace, To the mansions of the ransOmed, Where strife and turmoil cease. Beyond the murky waters Of Charon's Sullen stream I catet the sheen of jasper Through A star illumined dream. Beyond the mystic river
 Are VathS that lead to Joy; Where the tree of life Is blooming And Lever griefS annoy. Bel Ond the storms and shadows That gloom our lives below. There Is a land all radiant Where lIvlng waters flow Beyond the mystic river Are paths that lead tO light. There the glowing sea Of crNSta. Breaks on the raVlShed sight. No sunlight eildS the city, Nor argent moonbeams play, Gods presence, all ct glory. There pales the orb of day Beyond the mystic river Are paths that lead t0 love. Where streets Of golden Sp.endor Hume the world above There sits hroned the Father. Amid the Seraph throng. Ina, cast their crowns before linn, And glortiy with song. Beyond the myStiCr rNer hear the harpS afar. And through the crimson sunset See pearlN gates alar. Beyond the vale ui shadows A star beams on the way The Sfar that led the magl Leads on To endless day.
 C. Itt UOu NeNS.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27
Why He Did Not Stay.
Drake's Magazine.

Young Fitzpeter (waiting for Miss Gusher to come down) to Johnny "Your sister has some very pretty flowers in the bay window, Johnny"
 Johnny (who is always around)- "Now you're talking, mister. She told Miss Bustler yesterday that she'd like to add you to the collection"
 Fitzpeter (delighted)-"Ah, how clever What sort of flower did she propose to call mef"
 Johnny-"A monkey plant"
 When Miss Gusher comes down to receive her caller, Johnny is alone, trying to tack the cats tail to the floor.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27
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The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27

returned without him. He had been drowned. Agnes took 1t calmly. Six months later she met Edgar Paterson. They loved at first sight. They were married. They travelled a little and went back to Agnes house according to her first husbands will. They were happy-happy beyond telling. Until-one evening they sat together in sweetest con- munion and a ghost-A living ghost rose up before them.
 Without knock or warning there entered and stood with malicious sheer and venomed word the man she had deemed dead a year, David Har- rington.
 She could not shriek out. But Edgar Paterson gave one cry of horror.
 "My Godp
 "I have come home at last," said David Harrington, coldly. "You, sir, presume you see you have no right here. You, madam, you thought, you hoped 1 would not re- turn"
 She staggered to her feet.
 "You were drowned !" she cried hoarsely.
 You knew better. You knew was not dead !"
 "Agnesp gasped Edgar Paterson. "Tell me, tell me this is not-this is not your-husband ]"
 She reached imploringly.
 "No, no you, you, Edgar, are my husband. This wretch is-David Har- rington"
 The young man started at the name started as though she had stabbed him to the heart
 But Harrington broke in coolly:
 "She knew 1 was not dead. She has deceived you. We'll, you are & man-it doesn't matter much. Only, it isn't so pleasant to reflect that this pink and white doll has deceived you."
 Edgar Paterson shrieked aloud, like a woman in pain, then turned and rushed from the house like one gone mad.
 And she never again saw him.
 And what had she done? She had listened, waited half an hour, an hour, without deigniDg a word to David Harrington. Then she had risen and spoken calmly:
 "Never think that you will see my face again. You have purposely worked this wrong. will starve in the gutter before I will ever touch food or receive shelter from you. loathe you. l renounce, repudiate you?"
 And SO she had gone forth from his house, nor ever meant to return.
 And that was eighteen months be- fore.
 She had come near starvation, until she had thought to use her rich con- tralto voice. And no one of her former friends surmised that Agnes Harrington was Alice Vernon.
 The wandering life of an opera com- pany was easier to bear than quiet home existence might have been. But she had never forgotten, never ceased to yearn for him who had been her lover, her husband. In the dead of night, when rest was possible for others, she lay awake and wept with a great yearning. If only he need not be- lieve what David Harrington had said-that she had deceived himl
 The sun had set. She came away from the window, away from her past; left the room and went down to her supper. Passed from thence with her companions-a loud, unedu- catad aof fnr the m0af parf-fo fha
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27

sky.
 The cool air soothed her, and after little she dropped into an exhausted sleep.
 Perhaps an hour passed. Then 1t seemed as if heavy hand had clutched her throat. She awakened, gasping. The light was out, but through the open trAnsom a cloud of smoke was pouring.
 One wild rush to the door; then she was lifting her roommate.
 "The house Is on fire. Be calm, don't tremble. Here, help me with the rope. It's the hre-escape you were laughing at when we first ar rived. We must go down by the rope"
 "Oh, Alice I" the child was gasping. "l can't, can't"
 But Agnes Harrington was self possessed - wonderfully calm. She fastened the straps securely. She thrust the shrieking, trembling child over the sill and lowered her. She let out the rope until it grew slack, looked out over the sill and saw the child safe on the earth, with come one at her side. Then, how 1t happened she knew not, something gave way in the fre- escape apparatus. The ropes became loosened and the ends that should have remained safely secured slipped through her hands and fell heavily away. Her last resource was gone. She was doomed.
 She stood for 6 moment irresolute She closed her eyes, and as she did 90 seemed to sec again the dear pale face which she had seen in the theatre. It made her wish to live.
 She determined to try the halls.
 She wrung her handkerchief out of the water in the pitcher and threw 1t across her face. She caught her little satchel and opened the door. She fled to the right, driven by smoke and heat from the left. She fled from the main passage through a smaller one and remembered 6 rear staircase she had seen that day. On and on, down she flew; a winding stairs 1t proved. She fell on her hands and knees at the bottom. She seemed to be in wing of the house where the fire had not yet gotten the mastery.
 She rose and gasped less franticAlly. A dim gleam of light showed her & window. She unfastened 1t and crept out into the night.
 She was weak, her chest pained, as if she were burnt internally. Her face was smeared, her eyes filled with smoke and cinders. Yet she was saved.
 She fed through an alley, met nobody. Far above the woods, beyond the river, a pale green light split the dark clouds. She could see 1t, despite the stronger, nearer light of copfsgration.
 Day was breaking. She hardly knew what she meant to do. She somehow though she would like the company to think she had perished. She made her way around through another street to where dense crowds stood watching the noble work of the fire and the nobler of the engine and | firemen.
 If he were in town, if she had not dreamed it - was he out with all the other inhabitants, watching this terrible yet beautiful spectacle2
 She pressed into the crowd. A man stepping back inadvertently jostled her. He turned to utter an apology and she saw his face.
 Edgar" she whispered.
 His arms caught her and bore her | faintin0 from the ulacA.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27

"What straits are most perilous5" asked the teacher, and little boy cried out "Whisky straights Texas Sift- tngs.
The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-27

The "dull, sickening thud" has yielded to the "Leyden Puck.
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-22

VIII Boulanger visit the United States?
1t seems probable that within "a short time
you may have ''le brav' general" first as
lecturer-fOr he loves to be lionized beyond
anything else. and he would not for half the
chances Of his dictatorship surrender the
opportunity to pose on an American plat
form and to be immortalized in the Amer
lean press. Apropos, | hear that one very
prominent lecture manager in New York
has positively declined to engage the geo.
eral on any terms. Some of his American
friends have suggested the abandonm mt Of
his political ambition, for a time at least,
and urged him to come TO New York, where
1t is said TO be their purpose to establish
him in the French quarter as the propri-
etor Of an elegant cafe.
This would be terrible blow to the pride
Of any other man than Boulanger. To
him, however, the suggestion has the charm
OF novelty without being offensive. Several
years ago, when Boulauger was first posing
for public recognition in Paris, and when
he was literally supplied with funds by the
believers in the imam of destiny" it was mis-
custom TO visit the cafes and treat
the ouyriers indiscriminately TO wine
and absinthe-' setting up the
drinks" as New Workers would st le it. He
soon began TO be remarked for his generosity
in this respect. No matter who the COM
pany wore, or how numer u.s. lie general in
varlably invited them at least once during
the evening to step up to the bar at his ex-
pense. This was repeated at number of
cafes nightly, two or three evenings a week,
end resulted in making him, in one respect
at least theSbest known man in Paris.
So generous boniface would be sure to
command % abundant patronage along
Bleecker street, or anywhere In the French
quarter in New York, so long as Boulanger's
financial hackers were willing TO go on
spending their money on the Experiment. Nj.
Chincholie, unfortunately, omitted to in
terragate the distinguished exile on this
subject. say unfortunately, for the gem
erals views as to his suggested permanent
expttriation would have been of deeper
interest TO his country even than anything
else he could have uttered at the present
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-22
AS B0ULANGER TALKED
He POSED THEATRICALLY FOR
FoRTY-sEvEN PHOTOGRAPHS.

The Vainest Man in Europe, and How
He Seeks Notoristy-Mr. Chincholle's
Remarkable Story of Visit to the
Exile at Jersey-Willin9 to bs Ridi-
culed for the Sake of an Advertise
rent-He May Come to New York
and Open q Cafe Soon.
Copyright 1897
Paris, Dec. l1.-Since the closing of the
exposition the French capital has beer
somewhat dull. A little excitement was
expected at the opening Of the Chamber OF
Deputies, but that event passed off quickly,
and the manifestation against the election
OF Jofiers was a fiasco. People were be
ginning to ask themselves whether or not
Boulanger had thrown up the sponge,
when, q few days ago. something happened
that relieved all further anxiety on that
score. Boulanger is still alive. and, were it
not for the fact that he has been the willing
victim of the camera, / might add: land
kicking"
Mr.. Charles Chncholle OF the Figaro
staff, VINO has made himself the Boswell Of
the Draw general. betook himself to the
Island of Jersey, accompanied by Paul
Eadar, the son of a famous republican pho
tographer and journalist-the object being
to write down not only the precious words
falling from the would-be dictstor's lips,
but also to record every gesture, every
movement of the facial muscles OF the hero
sung bv Paulus, the Music Hall tenor.
Nothing could certainly be more pleasing
to Boulanger. Making faces to himself in
the looking-glass would be abject misery
compared to the pleasure of being inter
viewed and photographed at the same time.
But let us, by all means, allow NJ. Chin
cholle and the general to have their say:
My dear general. since the conversation
which / wish to have with you is to be
printed in the Figaro and will consequently
be read by the entire world, it will I'M
doubleday be Indifferent to you to hold 1t
before third person"
"a third person, brought by you, cannot
be an enemy, and for that reason l may ask
his name"
paul Nada-."
Then Chincholle explains the object of his
visit
II understand, y answered the exile. "You
question me- we shall talk. We shall try
to forget Nadar while. from time to time,
be squeezes little rubber ball and notes
down my least gestures. Do you know what
you are asking mel The possibility, for
you, to bring out a sensational number,
giving me, in exchange, the certainty of
being ridiculous. But that does not matter;
] consent / have been ridiculed so often
that once more or less is of no i'm
portance On the other hand, it
does not displease me to assist in
floating new idea, and to facilitate prog
ress in Journalism Notwithstanding It's
injuries-I may say, by Its injuries-the
press has rendered me services enough for
me to have nothing to refuse it. | shall
l. Flnr.Tu
tons you are going to put TO me, ia order
to enable me t) reveal once more all my
thoughts to those Of my cou7trymen who
have remained faithful to me-"
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-22
BosroN's TSMININE CRANK.
Miss Stevens Undying Hatred for the
Gear of Russia.
From, the Nero York World.

From, the Neto York World.
BosToN, Dec. 14.-Undeniably the DOS
SCISSOR of the most remarkable notions of
any one subject of all the Boston people
with whom the World correspondent ever
came in contact is woman living over in
Cambridge. Her name is Miss Mary E.
Stevens. She has decided antipqthy for
the Car of Russia. She believes he is
responsible for all the hardships, mis-
fortunes, calamities which the city OF Bos-
ton, or the entire country for that matter.
may suffer.
She ascribes railroad accidents to the
wicked Vaccinations of the cars hire
lings train wreckers and dynamiters. The
murder of prominent man or a big con-
fagration-the one is the work of the cars
sworn band of assassins, the other Of his
incendiaries, according to her honestly con-
ceived ideas. A drought, a famine, an
epidemic, a blizzard, a corner in wheat, a
defeat for the Boston base ball nine even.
are not excepted by her from the strange
category of public calamities which the
omnlpotent car of all the Russias visits
upon the unsuspecting public.
Miss Stevens is perfectly sane on all other
topics, her manners are emiuently lady
like and her appearance prepossessing. She
Is well educated and converses pleasinglv
Cambridge distributing circulars got up
and paid for by herself. which tell the story
OF the cars plots to ruin and finally possess
the American republic. The great fire of
1872, she claims. was due to the car. Like
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-22

wise. undoubtedly. the Boston fra of last
week and the Lynn fire, Abraham Lincoln's
assassination, the murder of Garfield,
Grants cancer, the suicide OF defaulter
Gray Of Boston in 1887, the death of Prof.
Agassiz of Harvard. the Jacksonville cpl
demic, and other similar public calamities,
are all the cars work, as she stoutly
affirms.
A peculiar delusion Of this weird woman
Is her belief that the cars agents have
hidden chambers in private houses which
they enter unobserved, and begin their
work of death. She believes they some
times saturate sleeping apartments of
victims with obnoxious gases or contami-
nate drinking water BY foul substances.
Miss Stevens invariably turns up at Har-
ward commencement, always with a batch
OF her sensational circulars.
She is also familiar sight at the railroad
depots- She is always treated with courtesy,
and vents her antipathy for Russias iron
ruler unrestrained. Miss Stevens is en-
pioyed in the registrars Office in East Cam
bridge, and is between 40 and 80 years Of
age.
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that is the mania for advertisement at any
price.
During the interview an organ-grinder
struck up lies Pioupions d. Auvergne,n
one OF the Boulangist airs. The general,
having wrapped UP 2-franc piece IN paper,
requested II. Chincholle 10 throw it out the
window.
1t is probable that the pair would be still
talking had not the photographer informed
them that be had used up forty-seven plates
and had no mors left.
Chiacholle then fastened 10 hand the
general letter from some friend Of his.
asking for money, and this famous inter
view was thus brought to a timely end.
The most amusing part Of 1t is that 1t APP
pears that the photographs were taken
some time ago in Brussels, and do not at all
represent the furniture of the Hotel de Ia
Pomme dor, at St Heller, but Of the apart
ments occupied by Boulanger at the Hotel
Mengelle, In the Belgian capital.
However, be it as it may, the supplement
OF the Figaro had quite success in Paris,
and sold for as much as two and three
francs, instead Of four cents, It's real price.
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NJ. Chinchole then brings in Paul Nadar,
who hides his apparel behiHd ais back and
shakes hands with the Cesar of the Music
Halls"
''Let Us ask of the landlord Of the hotel
a larger drawing-room," remarked the
exile.
"Whyw asked the photographer.
"Do you mean to say that you will have
light enough in this small rooYn.n
"Certai ly; this room is quite sufficient,
and we will have the advantage of showing
you in your own surroundings. 1t only re-
mains for me to ask you, general, not to
pay the slightest attention TO me- and to
converse with your visitor here as you used
to do in Paris at the Hotel de Louvre, or
rue Dumon-Durville.n
sWell. dear FRIEND" said the general to
Chincholle. "let us light a cigarette. Sit
down and try to forget Nadar."
NJ. Chincholle acquiesced, and the cigar
cites were lighted.
81 shall commence, general, by saying
how much /, with all your friends, regret
that you have taken up your quarters so
far from Paris. When you were in London
only eight hours separated you from the
members of your party. What difference
today 1t is quite journey to get to St
Heller. Only two boats leave Granville
each week, and at irregular hours"
Il had serious reasons not to remain
longer in London, and | shall tell them to
you.n
"Allow me to take down you words by
shorthand, generalr'
81 beg of you to do so. After the great
expenses necessitated by the elections and
In provision of those which unforeseen
events may demand, it was necessary for
me TO be economical On the other hand,
it is bad policy to cut down your expenses
In place where you have held an open
house 1t diminishes your prestige in the
eyes of friends and visitors"