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The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-09

'Confound it! is anybody coming to in
terrupt US nowl' said George. 81 had more
to tell you, Frank"
"Yes, my dear fellow, I know. I had
more to ask you, too" said belmont. rather
significantly. However, we'll see first
who wants me-"
Aud he called out, "Come iu."
There entered a whiie-faced misshappen
lad, with bright dark eyes and shrewd,
.lmpish-lOoking face. Eastwood did not
know him, but Mr. belmont caught the
sound of his uneven footballs on the stained
fl lor, and said quickly:
20, Dick, is tuat your
Eyes, sir, it's me. I've come with mes
sage, sir"
"Yes-what is itl Do you want to see
me aoneF'
'Ill gointo the next room,n said George,
stumbling YEARLY to his feet.
1T don't matter about your going" said
the boy, looking at him oddly. Its Mr.. East
wood, amt ia It's Just ab ut you as I've
come. Pm St9phen Il res bro5ner, 1 am,
You know Stephen. You've given him a
Jolly black eye, anyway"
George started. but for the moment he did
not speak. He did not know the lad by
sight; but even in the gathering du k he
could discern a certain likeness in Dicks
face TO thai of Stephen Eyre.
Have you message for me, Dick Eyrep
aske belmont, rather sternly.
1T amt so much for you, sir, as for this
gent here. Twas told to cone to you, and
you'd ptss it on, but as he's here, mi ght as
we'll give it To MIN myself
who's it fr1mF said George, hoarsely.
'It's from Jess"
From Jessl Where is shel Where's"
The boy laughed ils)lently.
That amt for me to tell" he said
'She's all right She's well looked after.
And | was to tell you that she isl't coming
back no more"
mo morer' George repeated.
He began to feel strangely dizzy, and the
dark little room swan before his eyes.
shes tired of it-sick Of it all, she says
She hates doing lessons and making believe
to be fine lady Aud she saws you don't
care for her no more and she's found them
as doesn
ats a liel An Internal liel'
ITS no lie, mister. It's gospel truth. !
see her this morning, down Whilechapel
| Roadway. She says us no good for you
t. look for her, cause sle's gone away
this"
This" was a small gold ring, with rib
bon attached. George snatched at it eager
ly; his hands were shaking so that hs could
| hardly hold it to the light, as he searched
for an initial which had heen engraved ia
side it. He found it at last, however, and
knew that it was Jes,' ring.
You have robbed her of it," he said,
hoarsely. "She never gave you this-she
never sent that messlgel II she did-if she
did-lI kill hor and the man that led her
asJrayl swear | will"
Aud then his strength failed him sudden
". Something seemed to give way within
him-some strange and violent shock
seeme1 to have been given to the delicate
machinery of his brain-perhaps more by
reason of the blow that Stephen Eyre had
given him than because Of tho violence of
his notion-an1 he fell like log, helpless
and insensibe, at the feat of his cousin aad
of Jess messenger, Rlclard Eyre.
fro BE CONTINUED
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-09

more to be said" went on Mrs. Fogg,
rather cowed by a sudden fash of
Georges angry's eyes, ''the thing is to get
her back"
beT 49, '- '-''
Back in Mill street," said Mrs. Fogg,
decisively; land that's why l wanted to
speak to you private, Mr.. George, for we
needn't let that poll parrot of a woman in
the next room know anything about it.
You go down to Mill street. yourself, and
there you'll find Mrs. George, as sure as
eggs is eggs
Mrs George" The name fell trippingly
from her tongue. but it sounded strange in
deed to George Eastwood's ears. Neverths-
less, he obeyed Mrs. Fogg's behests i'm
plicitly. He went back to Miss Vyner, in
formed her that Mrs. Fogg had reminded
him Of a visit which Miss Strong had I'M
dertaken to pay, and which he had forgot
ten; that he had no doubt but that Miss
Strong was just now safe at her aunt's
house in-Blo)msbury; that he was gong
there at once, and would probably bring
her back later in the day-"wheh you must
SC I'D her for giving US such fright, Miss
Vyner."
The governess shook her head gloomilv as
she saw him depart. She did not believe
his little story. He had spoken chesrfully
enough, but he had not beel able to get the
whiteness out of his lips, or the anxiety out
of his eyes.
Miss Strong-if her name Is Miss Strong
will never come back to Jasmine Cot
tage," she said to herself, as she trudged
tack to the rooms where shs and her Wild
owei mother kept house together on some
thing under 81 pounds a year. "Sle's
gone, and we sh Ill never see her here
again. There was some man mixed up in
it, daresaY. She was an unconmonly
pretty girl"
Beauty is a great snare" said Miss
Vyner's mamma, 10 whom the story was
related. You may thank heaven that you
don't possess it, Isabella"
81 shall do nothing Of the kind" said Isa-
bella slapplshly. ~ am no worse looking
than my neighbors"
And she sulled for an hour, but finally
comforted herself with the cheering reflec-
tion that Jessica Strongs beauty had evil
IDENTIFY been of no value to her. or else she
would have married George Eastwood long
before.
In more than one respect, Miss Vyner was
quite correct, for a man was "mixed up,n
as she said, in the matter of Jess's disap-
pearance; and certainly poor Jess did not
return again to Jasmine Cottage.
that very secluded retreat in thu shades OF
Mazda Vale.
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fro BE Continued
He Was Waiting His Chance.
From tie Philadelphia Inquirer.


Among the congressman who visited this
city last week for the purpose of locating a
site upon which the great memorial arch to
commemorate the first century of indie
pendencs and constitutional government is
to he erected was very tall man, wearing
a broad-brtmmed SLOUGH hat, go-as-you-
please clothing, aud long, shaggy hair. He
looked ike a combination Of Mexican
grea .er, Texas ranchman and semi-Ameri-
can. He was CONGRESSMAN Martin of
Texas, a I'd he is one of the characters in the
House about whom people like to talk. At
the banquet which was served in the Con-
tinental on Saturday night good story was
told on Martin, which is worthy of type and
printers ink.
1t was during the big row which recently
occurred in the House over the new rules,
and Speaker Reed was holding down the
bowling mob Of unwashed democracy in a
manner which showed that no mistake had
been made when he was put in the chair.
Throughout the whole hubbub Martin sat
quiet ana serene, but his small black eyes
we're Fishing re,tlessly from one face To
another, as though he felt an intultive sense
of impending danger.
Look here" yelled a democratic con-
gresham, addressing himself to Martin,
"ain't you democratic
"Xepn
ell, donG you see now Reed is
bulldozing the boysl Why don't you get
up and howlg'
That's all right. Reed and all the rest
o. them can shoot off their mugs Jst as
much as they like. They amt hurtin'
nobody. But you jst let some one o. these
fellers pull gun, an III slow you who's a.
runnin this whole business"
AS Martin spoke he shifted horse pistol
from his hip pocket to place where it
would be more handy, and there was a look
upon his face which plainly indicated that
he would drop dozen men at the first
indication Of personal violence.
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A Plucky Editor.
From the Palatka (Fla.) Herald.

Away back in Florida territorial days
Editor Bartlett was running a weekly paper
in Tallahassee. He was known to he very
quiet. determined man. He didn't talk
much with his best friends. Newspapers In
those days, numbering not more than three
or four in the state, were often put to their
wits to make both ends meet. Printers had
to be paid, and at the close of Saturday
night it WAS often the case that the typo had
to wait for good JOB to come in to get
his wages. Bartlett, however, always got
through somehow, AMI in fact he never In
tended to fail or give up. But the time
came when rents became due and debts in
creased Finally he was sued. and the
sheriff was sent to levy on the office. Bar
lett, hearing of it, bought keg Of powder
and unheaded it. and placei it at the top of
the stairs, the only entrance into the office.
When 70 sheriff got to the head of the
stairs be found the editor in a chair smok-
ing cigar close to the key. The sheriff
stopped. Blrlett said, "You can take the
chances; II you make another step rll blow
up the concern" The sheriff did not make
tine levy
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col North and the America cup.
From a Nelo YORK Letter.

A paragraph which appeared in a con-
temporary that Col. North intends to build
a yacht to compete for the America cup
must be received with reserve. 1t still rests
with the New York Y acht Club if they ac-
cept Lord Dunraven's challenge, which was
sent last year, and IL IL is accepted be is
prepared TO sail the Valkyrie aero s the
Atlantic. At all events, by tho new deed
OF gift, Col. North must issue his challenge
ten months before the mate es take place,
so the new yacht, IL built, cap't be a COM
petitor till next year. An addition to Lord
Dunraven's feet a yacht In the shape Of a
cutter Is building In the Messrs. Payne's
yard at Southampton, from design Of A.
4. Payne, for racing Ia tbs Soleut MATCHES.
Lord Danrayea has expressed tue intention
Of early fitting out the Valkyrio for th0
racl1G season.
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An Old Sea Dogs Adventurous Career.
From the Nelc London telegraph.


Capt. Nathaniel Richards of Z lst New
London is one of the few living represnta-
tives of the sturdy seamen Of half century
ago. The captain will be 90 in April, and
is as hale and hearty as a man of so. He
followed the sea for so years, and COM
manded some Of the largest merchant ships
Of his time. He was master of several Of
Stephen Girard's ships. aud sailed from this
port for Maj. Williams and Others of the
old-time ship owners. The ship North
America, OF which he was master, was the
first to make a port at the island of Samoa.
His life and adventures at sea are as won
derful and interesting as Besant's novels.
he was shipwrecxed. captured by canni-
balls, and pressed into the Spanish army, in
which he served until an opportunity Of
fered TO desert. He was once sentenced 70
be shot by the Mexicans as a suspect against
Una government, but escaped from jail and
lived Tor weeks in the woods on roots and
nuts. finally making his way to the ooast
aud joining vessel. The old gentleman
has several times e4clrclei the globe, and
his recoliections OF the times when coal,
steam, electricity and oiher necessities Of
the present day were unknown arc anus
log.
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-03-09
IHE GREAT MILL STREET MYSTERY,
BY ADELINE SERGEANT

Jacobs WIFE, RoYs REPENTANCE" UxprR
FALSE PRETENcEs" Fro
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14
INSPIRATION.

he vas peasant toiling mid the shcaves
FROM dew till dew among the waving grain.
What time he went afield in early morn,
The stars still shone above the morning
mists;
And when at eve he reached his cottage
door,
He heard the plovers calling to tho night.
One day. while meath his measured rhythmic
stroke
Fell swath on swath of precious golden
grain,
She came across the ilelds-a vision rare
The Princess, good and pure and beautiful,
Who, smiling on him IS she passed him by,
Knew not that she had filled his heart with
love
And soul with music. Yet from that day
forth
His fellow workers heard his sweet, sad
songs, sa
And wondered at their comrade ~ he sang.
Soon far beyond the humble rustic town
His master music touched the hearts OF men,
Until the world had claimed him rs her own,
And wreathed him Poet with the laurel
crown.
One day he found his wandering steps astray
Where he had seen the vision OF his soul.
''Ifl she," he thought, "had been peasant
maid,
And I a Prince had seen her toiiing there,
How happy now would be these weary
daysp
At this he threw himself upon the sheaves
Until the length'ning shadows eastward
thrown
Had blended with the gently deep'ning
gloom
Until across the misty star lit meads
He heard the plovcrs calling to the night
-San0orn Cove Tenney, in Harper's Mage
zine, -
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14
UNWORTHY WEAPONS.

Those Used by Women In C0ntroveesiea
So with Their Sisters.
In . Journal written BY women and
for women we learn anew that tho cruel
and unkind things often done 70 woman
and the most thoaghtless and bitteI
words said of her, are by other women.
In . civilized way some Of them seem 70
have declared war against themselves,
for every time she strikes . blow 1t an.
other woman it il done with . moral
boomerang that comes hack and hits the
offender. A man does not, with . cold
eye and critical bearing, stare at the
made-over dress, or ask personal ques-
tions that make the tears come to some
boAy's eyes and cause . sharp pain in
somebody's heart Women fight each
other altogether too much with the nee
die OF envy, hatred, malice land un-
charitableness dipped in the poison Of
scandal. s. -.
1t is . mean, . contemptible fight IN
worthy Of women who car, when occa-
sion requires. become msrtyrA and 90
to the stake without tear or sob. II
is unworthy Of women who can sit by
the bedside Of the sick; who through
the long weary hours OF the night
can minister to the wants Of suffering
humanity; who can take on themselves
moral burdens from which . man would
shrink; who can be long suffering and
yet permit those mean little sins "a
creep into their lives and eat away the
perfection Of their characters like moths
do . garment With the advance
ment Of her sax, let each resolve
that the thoughtless word shall stor
ON her lips-drive the envious look from
her eyes, and when there is feeling u
her heart strongly suggestive Of hatred,
let her try to think how she would feel
II she thought some other woman had
Just such feelings toward her. Don'tlei
1t any longer Be woman against woman.
Don't let It Be the idls hand. or the hand
saised partly 70 strike, bat let IL b the
helping hAnd-the hand ready to give oi
its plenty. Let each womanlive down
the old tAeory that one woman never
says any thing good Of another, and
prove, not only By her words, but BY heI
deeds, that there is good In evesy thing.
detroit Free Press
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14
SANDY M'FADDEN.
He rorsakos the Political ForuA aa0
Makes . Hit ~ an Auctioneer.

He Forsakss the Political ForuA end
Makes Hit ~ IN Auctioaser.
Sandy McFadden did not get along
very fast as stump-speaker for his
ward. He was 1T perfect liberty at all
times to gird up his loins and 60 about
to help elect some other fellow, but he
never was forced into any affice Of trust
or emolument himself. So he quit max
ing speeches for the boys and went into
business as an auctioneer.
He found this business congenial, and
it was not long until he made his mark.
Some Of Sandy's oratorical efforts are
we'll worth preserving:
Now, 10 lies and gents" he said on
one occasion. ''let me call your atten-
tion to this beautiful oil painting en-
titled Washington Crossing the Della
ware Observe, If you please, tho At
titude of the Father of His Country as
he stands in the bow of the boat and
does the heavy yelling, while the men
at..the oars do the work. See him. with
his august finger lifted pointing the
way through the floating ice and urging
the men to put in their best licks. In
buying this picture, ladies and gents.
you buy picture of the noble Wash
ington in his most heroic attitude. The
crossing of the Delaware was an event
of the utmost importance in our coun-
try's history. II Washington had not
crossed the Delaware ON that memor-
able occasion where would he hrve
been?"
HE would have been on dis side. "
shouted fellow on the outskirts Of the
crowd.
Sandy checked the levity and wenton:
THAT was an occasion and this is .
pict:re to stir every patriotic heart
And what am l bid for it? Do hear .
dollar? Look at the frame, ladies and
gents. There's frame that is worth .
dollar, to say nothing of the subject
and the picture. Do I hear ninety cents
for this magnificent masterpiece? Not
even ninety cents? Why, ladies and
gents, is it the rich, red Ameri-
can blood that dances In your veins, or
is 1t the sluggish, pale gray liquor that
trickles through the British subject?
Does not the sight Of the star-splangled
banner stir your pulse? And yet do
not hear ninety cents for Washington
Crossing the Delaware l am amazed
and pained. Was the Revolutionary war
fought in vain? Was blood spilled on
Bunker Hill to be 30 soon forgotten?
Think Of Valley Forge and the suffer-
ings of the Continental soldiers during
that awful winter, and then give me a
bid on this picture. What! NO bid! La
dies and gents. intended next to put
up this magnificent American eagle.
stuffed in the highest style Of the art,
but I can't do it in the face Of this senti-
ment In this crowd, the birds with
the broad and sweeping wing wouldn't
fetch the price Of plucked jaybird. I
will now proceed to sell this beautiful
English hunting-case watch."-N. Y.
World. .y.
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14
FULL OF FUN.


Mrs Fangle-"why. ] declare. sAe
dining-room Is colder since 1t WAS 70
papered than it was before" Fsngle-
''Of course. Tho new friese 10 deeper
than the old one."
-"Will you walk into. my parlorT
said the spider to the ny. mo. Two
engaged . sweet Of my own" replied
the fly. ~ he jumped into the molasse'
jug.-Jury.
-Manma(a (at the doll oosnt~)-"Now.
Flossie, dear, here II . very largo assort'
ment to select from. What kind OF .
dolly would you like to hsye7" Flossie-
Twins. mamma, II you please"
First Little Girl-''We arc going to
move down on LaSalle avenue and be
rich. Arc you rich?" Second Little
Girl (thoughtfully)-"We ain't rich an
Ne amt poor. We are .jsst nixed."-
Arkansaw Traveller. ra ,t
-Tenant-"The windows In your
house shut % badly that my hair blows
al about my head. You must really
ha:se something done 70 them" Land.
loe1-''I don't see the neceooiey for that
It would b much simpler for you to have
your hair cut k"-ENsgenAeiBlatter.
--Stranger-"where dos shat now
dentist have his omce?" Policeman
"You mean the one who pills teeth
without painf" Strangerl"Yes." Po-
liceman-'Go right around the corner.
You will have 10 trouble 1nding his
ONCE. You can hear his pst9nts yell
half . block away."-Texas Siftinss-
Pretty Girl-'.I called IN reference to
your advertisement for . typewriter" y;
Cautious Bachelor-''I advertised for .
young man." "Yss. hnoN bat was
in hopes l might do" "Hnl Can you
cook?" Cook? Why. yea" Good
housekeeper?" ''Oh, ycs-" "Fond Of
society?" mo. I seldom 60 out unless
obliged TO-" Take that desk there.
please."-N. Y. Weakly ssSlG
Ernest Peachblow to- tho new
boarder from Chicago)-Ah. Miss Latte.
the study Of the occult soieaces inter.
ests me greatly, I love to explore with
the keen eyes Of knowledge all the dark
depths Of the mysterious, W Aelve into
the regions Of the uAknowD. - fsthom.
- W0 moy Soys su0 OuAosssVessosO'
Miss afite-"Msy help you 70 some
Of the hash. Mr.. Peachblow?2TPuck. =.
Citizen Ito Lsvyer)-'I want your
advics in . suit am about a. Law.
yer-"Excuse me-. but . i1eo, ef,twenty
dollars will be necessary baforl discuss.
ing legal matters" Citizen-'tCertain-
~; there you are. Ny suit is against
Smith. He agreed To-, Lawyer
(pocketing the moncy)-'T am sorry,
sir, but yoa,are little too lste. II have
been retained BY Spith-:" r.r,
-"well. did you got any thingT,
queried the big tramp Of the little
tramp - the lstssr rejoius4 him after
calling at . house ON Brady street
"No." whats the reasonT' Il made
blunder." sHov?" ''Why,1 I told tho
woman hadn't tasted beer in three
days. and before I could change it TO
bread she had whistled for the d6g and
yelled for the old naR"-De9uit Free
Z
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14

Ethel" he whispered. hoarsely. ''is
Il true? Tell me darling, b it not
true?" --
rs what true?" cried the gill. throw
ing her whole being into the words
That you took the frst pri3s In Miss
Pardongha's cooking class!"
And the My ef agony that came from
the girls pent-ap soul showed him
that what she had dreadsd ha6 6eoms
TO pass-that he knew befAecret. .-
With . plying glance At her pros.
srate, sobbing from, Sigismund walked
out into the soughing night and was
never heard Of again.-Figaro.
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14
A LONDON LANDMARK.

lt WIN BE Swept Away BY the March oi
Modern Improvements.
Another relic of old London is shortly
to be swept away to make room for
modern improvements Any one coming
from Shoreditch into the city. can not
fail to notice on the western side Of the
roadway, nearly opposite the new police
station. . curiously-csrved house OF
some antiquity, bearing the name OF Sir
Paul Pindar, but by tho ''whirligig Of
time" transformed from . gentleman's
residence into public house. This, with
the ad djoining property, is shortly to be
pulled down by the Great Eastern rail-
way for the purpose Of enlarging its
London terminus in Liverpool street.
According to Strype, Sir Paul Pindar
was King James LIS Ambassador to the
Turkish Emperor about 1911 and resided
at Constantinople for some years. He
was benefactor TO the parish Of St
Botolph's Bishopsgate. where . monu-
ment WAS erected to him, which states
that he died in 1850 at the age Of eighty.
four.
He is also mentioned - having con-
tributed very muniiicently to the repair
Of old St Paurs. g.5* rrs .+F
This house in the early part Of the
seventeenth century was in . part Of the
town in which seteral men Of position
then resided, altough several Of the
houses with the small alleys between
them arc described as small and base
tenements" These houses then strag-
eled MP ~. far - ShoreditchH Church,
where the open country began. South
ward stood Bedlam and the dirty and
congested lanes leading to it-swept
away some few years after
wards when the new Bethlehem,
IS it was then called, was built
in Moorfields. Then came St Botolph's 3
and the city gate, the position Of which
is still marked by tablets let into the
walls Of the houses Immediately adjoin-
ing Wormwood and Camomile streets
Behind the streets, outside the walls, on
both sides Of the way stretched the
fields devoted to archery, which had
been the great pastime OF the citizens
in the middle ages. On the ono side
Moorfields and Finsbury fields reached in
the direction to the hills on which stood
lexington and Highbury, even then
suburbs Of no uncomfortable size; on
the other were the artillery fields and
those around St Mary Spittle.
!. Having been spared by the great Gro
In 1866, Bishopsgate retained its old
picturesque appearance for some time
sfter the rest of London had been rebuilt
and for several years was long street
Of gable and timber houses. but these
have gradually disappeared until this
house and Crosby Hall now remain as
tho only relics Of the bygone psst.-Cor
Chicago Tribune. 80. ...-
St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-06-14


Interest in our work for its own .sake
- . eultivstable quality. We alt pos
sess It in some degree, .sad We may all
increase il II ne vill CAilAsen may b
accustomed at . very early go - take
pleasure in the success of their ewapf-
forts, quite apart from. Any. passQal
good they may derive from IL a. The
careful observer Of child-nsturs will
notice that this II natural delight
and IL desdsned 1nd diplnished Qely
b. Shs Rrswth 6f 9ffSh cdhsidsfstfoas.
II caro- n takeA - make lwork - ton
genial - possible. 70 Prevsnt 10 befpg
oxcessive and AxAsuss3og. sna to syn.
psthiso with and saeoafAee the nAtlyr4l
Joy Of success. these Is NO reason Vky 70
should ever decrease. The youth, who
enters upon . wel1-chossn liie-empaoy.
ment with this power Of happiness. ard
also With the power Of ssaf-governaenA
has every reason to hope that his work
may be successful and his life valuable
and hsppy.-N Y. Ledger.