The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-05-25

four years and half he come out OF bis
prison house by the favor of President
Cleyeland, at the age of seventy, to finish
his life journey. II may be that his further
imprisonment could subserYe no wholesome
end, but II the fatal result to him will keep
one young man from following In his evil
ways, his punishment will not have been in
vain.
Strolllng through Madison Square the
other day, saw George Frances Train
sitting under the trees surrounded by a
curious crowd. His clothes hung about
him loose and bsggy, for it was the
twentieth day of his fast and he has lost
flesh. His head was bare as usual; his
hair is thick and white as the driven snow.
BY constant exposure his face Is bronzed
like an Indians but he looked healthy and
contented and wore bright jack rose on
the lapel of his coat like regular dude.
Looking at him could not help asking my
self the same question that have asked q
hundred times before, where Is the weak
point in this mans make up that marks
the difference between sanity and madnessp
He talks we'll on any subject; his mind is a
store house of human knowledge. No man
expresses himself more beautifully or
forciblY at times than he, and yet behind
it all is that inde6nable something which
tells you he is not sane. He loves children,
flowers and birds, and his life is as simple
and apparently as harmless human life
can be. Should he keep his determination
to fast hundred days the result may be
forestalled, his seat in the Park will soon
be vacant and the eccentric genius who has
furnished gossip for the public and the
press for the past quarter of century will
be laid away to rest among the flowers he
loved SO well.
1t is matter of congratulation that the
so called walking match which closed last
week was regular fizzle, and the cham
pions of the tanbaTk will have lively time
raising money enough to get breakfast at
ihe "Jim Fisk" restaurant on Chatham
street, where you can get two fish balls, a
cup of coffee and doughnut for ten cents.
1t was failure from the first, the crowds
that used to gather and howl for the wretch
ed tramps couple of years ago, were
notably absent; the only redeeming scene in
the whole affair was when George Francis
Train, dressed in new spring suit with a
bright jack rose on his coat lapel, and sixty
or seventy beautiful little children at his
back, stopped on his wav to a summer pic
mic at Central Park to lie. them have sight
of the walkers. It could not have been a
very inspiring sight to the children, every
one of whom must have felt a supreme con-
tempt for the miserable tramps as they
hobbled sorrowfully around the course.
There was the usual showing up of thieves
and gamblers. mingled with an occasional
Judge and broker or two frem Wall street,
but the old time hilarious crowd was absent
and the receipts will not cover the expenses,
so that we are moderately sure that we will
not be troubled with any more walking
matches for six months at least.
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| private virtue, as Bishop Potter suggests in
his Centennial sermonP That question is
fully answered by the action of Banker
Schaeffer last week, who purchased lot oil
securities at auction for three hundred and
| fifty dollars, and when he looked over them
| found one little lot worth sixteen thousand.
| What did Mr.. Schaffer do? Did he pocket
| his luck? Oh, no. The securities had
been sold by the Union Trust Company as
part of the estate of Rename Dillon, the
millionaire murderer, Schaffer saw it was
a mistake on the part of the company, and
although the bonds were legally his he re-
fused to profit by their error and restored
them to the Trust Company again. merely
taking back the three hundred and fifty
dollars he paid for them, and when the
company insisted on his accepting five
hundred dollars commission on the transac
ton, he gave it at once to the poor. 1t i:
only couple of years since another mar
returned 10 the heirs of Payne, the musi
cal miser, three hundred and fifty thous
and dollars which he had kept tied up in ar
old pocket handkerchief for twenty years
and not living soul except himself knew
it when Payne died, 1t is very possibl,
that in this magnificent universe of our
there may be some better worlds than thi
we live in, and that in those worlds ther
may be some very hightoned, moral ant
honest people, but this is good worlt
enough for me while have to live here
and If there is anything better hereafte
1 shall be exceedingly glad to spend the re
mainder of my days there. No. Mr. Bis
hop Potter, this is not such bad worl
after all. Initiate the humility of you
Master and you'll be all right.
BROADBRIM.