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four or five houses at Orchy Bridge, half of
them tenantess and falling to ruin, to the
outskirts of Tyudrum scarcely another. OF
these half dozen roofs two are those of tiny
hotels and two more of the hunting lodges
of Lord Breadalbane. 1t was Campbell of
Breadalbane who helped to arrange the
massacre OF the McDonalds. whose cottages
stood, whore only their blackened walls
now remain, In the valley of Glencoe. His
descendants hunt deer over the ruined
farms.
The MacGregors used to live in the same
Moor of Raunock, after the clan had been
dispersed and most of its remnants driven
north by the Great Argyle" Now it's q
part of the Breadalbane deer forest; for
est without tree, be it observed. For
no trees are to be seen, yet it is evident that
the land was once heavily wooded.
Iu Sir Walter ScOtt's country it is just as
bad. Everybody knows that Rob Roy was
cattle farmer in the braes of Balquhidder
until be turned his attention to the cattle of
other people, that he w0oed Mary-not
Helen-MacGrego near the west end of Loeb
Katriue. and chat he afterwaro made his
headquarters on Loeb Lomon1. Now Loeb
Lomond is dotted with English summer
houses, and is lively enough with excur-
sionists from Glasgow, but the braes and
lonely as the Moor Rannock of Glencoe
itself. The Trossachs, where Roderick
Dhu's warriors met the SaXOns--of course
that's poetry, but there is pretty good his
toric foundations for it in the feuds Of the
MacGregors and lowlanders - has a big
hotel and boat-house and steamboat land.
ing. but no Highlanders. Many of the
hotels throughout these regions are kept by
Germans. 1t was rather curious expert
ence to be waited on at table by f1axen-
haired August in Rob Roy's country, as ]
was at the fine new hotel at the head of
Loeb Lomond.
After all. perhaps it's Just as well that the
McDonalds. MacGregors, McGillivrays,
COlquhoons and the rest of them have gone
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4 SPANISH CAVALIER.
he Could Not Talk English, but Made Himself
Understood

Among the passengers brought to TAMPA
from Cuba one day last week by the Plant
steamer, says a corresp ondent, was hand
some young scion of a big sugar-plantcr Of
Matanzas, whom for convenience we may
mention as Senior Alfedo Vale. He was just
from college. and off for New York and
Paris to spend his vac alton.
He purchased a direct ticket to Jersey
City, and he entered the first-class coach,
of course. The big, raw-boned conductor,
when lie came through collecting tickets,
eyed curiously this dark-complexioned
Spanish don, and, until suddenly treasured
by sight of the latter's straight hair. had
seemed to be puckering up his mouth to say
something.
When the train reached Pemberton Ferry
a beautiful, well-dressed octoroon girl of
about Is summers entered the car and took
a seat directly across from the young Span
lard. A nod of recognition passed between
them. The girl seemed to understand
Spanish, and the two were conversing in
that sweet, tropical tongue, when the con-
ductnr came in.
where's yer gwine?"
"To Gainesville" she answered.
"Well. git outen this kyar; the next is fur
niggers."
isn't this first-class coach, sir'"
we'll DOuRuI urSI-ClaSS Jlcket.
81 don't give UT what yer bought; yer
a Niger. Git er move on yer"
The girl Redeemed. stammered out some
thing could not catch. and hesitated.
Just then the conductor felt the grip of
the SpaniaTd upon his arm.
"Que quiere, Senior? Que insulto esp
what do you want, sir? What insult Is
this?
The conductor trembled as leaf, big as
he was, but pretended rot to understand the
interrogation.
The Spaniard spoke no English, but be-
lieving he understood the situation, handed
his pocket book to the girl and told her to
pay her fare.
She handed 1t back, thanking him for his
gallantry, displaying at the same time her
ticket and check.
His eyes flashed fire; his clutch upon the
conductors arm loosened; he threw his
coat open, displaying the brace of gittering
revolvers that hung in his belt, and quietly
pointed to the door.
The conductor took the hint.
1t was afterward learned that the young
octoro0n, though resident of New Or
leans, is the wife Of wealthy young Cuban
cigar-manufacturer of Middle Florida
Evening Wisconsin.
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should say they had! The McDonalds
are really as common in America as the
Smiths, but here in the green islands of
their birthplace, where once the lord of the
isles could lead 10000 men to battle, they
are no more to be found except few scat
tered specimens who sell ginger ale to tour
lists or go as deck-hands on the steamboats,
which ply upon the lochs. The excursion
to Staffa and Iona, which is one of the COM
monest undertaken by Americans In their
European wanderings, takes one through
the heart of the island region and scarcely
human haotation does it reveal, except at
the little fishing villages at one or two tour
ist resorts. Iona Island, the burial place of
Scotch kings, and the seat and source of the
Highlanders' Christian faith, is inhabited
by few half-starved wretches, who sell
strings of shells and photographs to the
tourists. The south coast of Null is as
lonely as Anticosti.
The high-road from Ballachulish through
Glencoe to Tyndrum is revelation Of the
desolate condition Of the Highlands.
There is slate mine little further up
the valley, but beyond the wretched novels
where the miners live there are only half a
dozen roofs until the Orchy bridge is
reached. twenty miles away; and from the
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Not az Kiss he rVanted.

which we surrounded the Christmas pres
ent. The point of it was to hang pretty
basket on the door-knOb of the house which
held the sweetest little girl in the world,
and then get away without being caught.
She was to have no clew to the giver unless
her heart told her who he was. She was
expected to hang May-basket too, but II
she we're caught at it she might be kissed.
1 remember lying in wait for whole hour
in the porch on warm May night, expecting
every moment to hear the sound of stealthy
feet on the steps. 1t seemed long time,
and l began to have q green-eYed, horrible
suspicion that she would hang the basket
for some other fellow. She might be doing
1t even then; he might lie catching her and
kissing her. Would l ever forgive her? No,
sir. Would l beat that other fellow if l
found out who he was? You betl Even il
he should be big Ed Smith I'd fix him so he
could not come TO school for week.
My Jealousy buzzed so loudly that the
dOor-bell rang with clamor, and scamper-
ing feet resounded on the walk before l be-
came aware that she had coma. was after
her in an instant, but the breath had been
so startled out of my body that | felt as if
she must escape. How she did run! Up
the main street for little way, and then
along shadowy cross road, her figure lifted
before me in the dusk, like phantom.
Pride came in aid of love. | wouldn't be
beaten by girl l was gaining; she was
but few yards ahead. In the darkest part
OF that long lane caught her; struggled q
moment for the kiss; got 1t, and we both
stood painting till the moon looked out from
behind a cloud, and showed me the queer,
round face of little colored girl servant at
the house of my lady love, and doubtless in
trusted with the basket for no other reason
than to play me this ridiculous trick.
l should have been rude if prudence had
not supplemented chivalry. AS it was, /
promised her unlimited candy if he would
not tell but she did.
By next May day l had transferred my
affections from the fair one who had duped
me so cruelty to u girl of more serious
mind. She was 10 years old and l was IS,
and i used to weep bitter tears, because, in
my ignorance of matrimonial affairs, l sup
posed that the two years between US consti-
tuted an insuperable barrier to our union.
However, there is time in every boys life
when q hopeless passion becomes neces-
sity. In the depths of my heart had sworn
an endless, sorrowful devotion, and had
clinched the vow by making beautiful
as my hopes, l told myself. / filled this
basket with sugar heats on which tender
sentiments we're inscribed in some poisonous,
red coloring matter, and suspended it upon
the bell-knGb of her fathers house when
the sacred night arrived.
This father of hers was a choleric old or
thodoX deacon named Simon Z. Hatch, and
by bad luck he came in answer to my fren-
zied summons, just as l was climbing over
his garden fence. 1t wasn't too dark for
him to see me or to note that l had pulled
about six feet of his bell-cord through
the side of his house, and this did not
tend to make him more amiable than usual.
He started in hot pursuit accompanied by
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large dog with bad disposition, and / don't
know what they might have done to me
me il hadn't shnDed up the lightning rod
on the side of the church just in time. Twas
in hopes that he would try to shin up after
me and break his neck in the operation, but
he cOntented himself with leaving the dog
on guard while he went for ladder. TAX
ing advantage of his absence l climbed to
the belfry, descended to the bottom of the
church, and dropped out of window Oh the
opposite side from the dog.
heard afterward that in revenge the old
man bad fed the sugar hearts to his dog.
Looking back now upon these old-time con-
fcctions, l wonder that they didn't kill him.
] remained constant during that year and
when the time came round l prepared an
other May-basket more beautiful than its
predecessor. In this labor l received val
liable advice and assistance from Harry
Raymond, who was three years my senior.
/ thought it very kind of him, because
had suspected that he too was in love W it'll
Alice, and l had wondered if [ should ever
be big enough to slick" him for it. But he
so assured me of his deep and everlasting
sympathy that l grew to like him very much
and even offered to make Mey-basket for
him, because 1t was well known that he was
too lazy to make one for himself. How
ever, he generously refused.
pulled old Hateh's door-tell that MAY
night with beating heart and lost no time
in taking flight. There was q long yard at
one side of the house and whizzed through
it like cannon ball, making for the open
fields beyond. But unfortunately there was
clothes line stretched between two posts
at such height from the ground that it
caught me squarely across the bridge Of the
nose. My Lead stopped suddenly and my
feet continued. landed on my back after
giddy plunge and lay there, don't know
how long, trying to decide whether was
dead OF only blind.
BY and by life enough came back to en-
able me to crawl toward the street. Both
my eyes we're nearly closed, so that l could
see only the general outlines of houses and
trees, AS neared the gate ] beard the
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The marriage Of Princess Helena's young
or daughter takes place in June, and as the
mother is deservedly popular for4her warm
heart and cordially, great interest is being
felt in the wedding of the young Princess.
1t Is understood the trouSSeau Is to be gift
from the Queen. Much OF the underlinen Is
being prepared at Windsor, and the Spital-
field weavers are busted preparing some
splendid brocades and silks. The bride-e elect
affects the picturesque in dress, and has de-
signed many of her own dresses and wraps.
have here a copy sent me from England OF
a pretty tea gown she has ordered to be
made. 1t is cut in one, princess fashion,
and is of white satin, with front embroid-
cred in seed pearls. The bodice is full, and
criss-crossed back and front with silk bands,
studded with pearls, and finishes around the
waist with a Louis XIII puff. A deep
square yoke of Honiton lace is inserted back
and front, and the puffed sleeves Of the
same lace are also of the Louis XIII period.
Long hanging sleeves of rich ruby red silk
start from each shoulder from under clasp
of gold and fall to the hem of the SKIRT.
They are not lined or trimmed.
This coat is equally useful for promenade
or carriage wear 1t is loose fronted, with
slit pockets, and is trimmed with graduated
rows of wide black braid outlined with a
thread of gold. The color is ashes Of
lilac
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sound of voices. First Alice asked in pity
ing tones: "Did he hurt you muchp Oh, why
didn't you rup faster ?''
"T didn't mind it," said Harry, $50 long as
1t was for you. though the old man laid iton
pretty hard"
Never MUD, DEAR" whispered Alice,
lit was such a beautiful basket, and SO
good of you to make it for me. looked
out of the window just as the bell rang.
and saw you run away, with father after
YOU"
The Infamous traitor! He had hidden
there waiting for me to hang the basket,
and had then allowed old Hatch to catch
him in order to get Aliee's sympathy.
knew you'd come back" said Alice,
$50 l stole out to console you, though
father'd give me fits if he caught me:
There-oh, Harry, two kisses are enough,
They were too much for me. Blind and
crippled as l was. l made straight rush
for the traitor. just when he escaped from
me l don't know, but few minutes later
found myself engaged in pulnmeling old
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The fabric is crepon Of that lovely shade
called hyacinth blue. how silly of mel
mean TO describe a dress | saw there, pre-
sently, and by mistake l began TO write
about it now. | viii finish the description
as | began it. The material of the dress I
was particularly pleased with, was l said
hyacinth blue. The skirt was bOrdered
with velvet of darker shade, arranged to
form squares, in which are rings embroid-
cred in steel. The bodice, which fastened
lnylslbly and was slightly draped on the
right side, was finished with Cleopatra
belt of blue velvet and cut steel The
sleeves were of silver gray silk figured in
hyacinth blue and had cuffs of embroidered
chiffon to match the wide frill at the neck.
The hair should be worn in keeping with
this costume, and filleted with blue velvet
bands studded with steel. Redfern has a
speciality in the way of velvet. called Cleo
patra velvet. | will tell you of the coat I
bought presently, and print sketch of one,
little more elaborate, but the same shape.
But as think this article will look more
fetching If there is reasonable amount Of
reading between my pictures, we will first
have talk about few things you may
care to hear.
1t is nearly time for New York to act like
the whale of Biblical fame and disgorge the
Jonah of fashionable life. Most of our
monde" will cross over for month or two
of the London season, which is going to be
a particularly successful one this year, espe-
cially toward the close, as the Emperor Of
Germany is expected to pay short official
visit to his august grandmamma. For some
reason or other the young Emperor has
shown marked aversion to the practical,
rich, grimy capital, and though strong
sense of duty dictated his trip to Osborne
asst August, Englishmen well know that the
attention was paid. not to their standing in
the political world, but simply to the quiet
little old grandmamma at Osborne House.
Now, however, the long DELAYED official visit
is to be paid, and as the relations between
the two powers is for the time very cordial,
great doings are expected in the modern
Babylon and the aroma of fatted calf is ex-
pected to be gracefully diffused around the
palace walls.
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IN THE old
MAY DAYS.
They Were Then Considered on a Par
With The Fourth Of July.
The May Basket the Symbol Of Love-A Chase
for Dusky Kiss-The Base Treach-
cry Of Supposed Friend.
Written and copyrighted for THE SUNDAY CALL

As Downeaster, am always grieved at
this season of the year by the spectacle of
preparations for the celebration of the first
of May. Where l was brought up the day
was reserved for something better than the
moving from one undesirable place of resi-
dence to another. In fact very little NOV
ing was done down there, except from the
sleepy town by the sandy shore to that other
quiet settlement on the beautiful wooded
hill. ever increasing at the expense of its
neighbor as the number Of the white grave
stones showed. Perhaps the unyarying
practice Of giving tie most desirable loca-
ton to the dead may account for the waning
prosperity of the living in that region.
But l was speaking Of May dag. Recently
] have had the curiosity to ask dozen or
more of my acquaintance whether they
knew what Downeaster May day was like
and l haven't found one who did
When l was boy we liked May day bet
ter than Thanksgiving, ranking it with
Christmas and the Fourth of July. In the
observances of the last two holidays the old
folks mingled. On Christmas they did all
they could to make us happy, and on
Fourth of July we did all we could to make
them miserable. and thus we had the better
of them both ways. But May day was all
our own, except that we occasionally per-
verted the usages of the occasion to the ends
of fantastic vengeance upon our common
enemies, such as school-teachers, doctors
and people who set bear-traps in their or
chards-an offense which. by the way, re-
sembles that of the teacher, since 1t is he
who surrounds the tree of knowledge with
instruments of torture.
1t was love, however, that ruled the day,
and the May-basket was its symbol. In the
preparation of this token we employed
secret wiles much darker than those with
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to be misleading; but l can conscientiously
say that it is all in the title and not in fact.
as l am totally unlike the ancient Sabines in
either a persuasive or compulsory loan Of
wives.
believe In marriage because marriage is
conducive to genuine happiness, as is best
illustrated by the thousands of happily
in mature marriage, that nature joins
together. rather than a mere Joining of
lives for wealth or position.
l do not believe in early or youthful mar
riages, as the mind of either party has not
matured enough TO fully understand What is
best for them.
Truly mated, marriage becomes for an
actor silken cord that binds him more de-
votedly and sacredly to his art, lessening all
his labors, heightening all his joys, and
making him manlier, happier man.
ROLAND REED.
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have just returned from weeks tour
Of the Highlands OF Scotland and am
tempted to say that the Highlands them
selves are there, but where in the name of
history are the Highlanders?
Near Dunstaffnage Castle, the seat of the
ancient kingdom of the Scots and famous
show place for tourists, went into little
Smelling upon one of those errands which
curiosity prompts the traveller to invent /
told the old woman in a cap, its sole occu-
pant, that was from America.
And hat you met the McGillivrays
there2" she said. eagerly.
Informed her that had heard of Nc
Gilllvrays, but that America was toerably
large, and they might not be the same fam
lily.
land the McDonalds, too" she said, s'they
used to be great family here, but they hat
all gone to America"
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Chief Engineer Sewell of the White Star
fleet, who is we'll known in this city. While
in charge of the engine department of the
vessels of that line, notably the Britannia.
Mr.. Sewell completed 1872 round trips be-
tween Liverpool and New York, travelling
the enormous distance of S18, 400 nautical or
GAL, 900 standard miles, nearly four times the
distance between the earth and the moon.
This is said to be only. about two-thirds of
the total distance traversed by Mr.. Sewell
since he became sea-gOing engineer.
Chief Engineer Kitchen, who was in charge
OF the Adriatic's engines for sixteen years,
but who now superlntends the Britannics,
boasts a similar record. He has made 154
round trips between Liverpool and New
York, and has travelled over 954, 800 nautical
miles, or 100000 standard English miles
n Y Times
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Two ErceIIent Reasors.

Fred Taylor, New York broker, one
afternoon met Bob Ingersoll aud invited
him to go to the Hoffman House to quench
lieve want to drink" and they asked him
why not. "Well." said Ingersoll, "you
have heard of the man who had two reasons,
and the first reason is this: When my poor
old mother was on her dying bed she
begged me with tears in her eyes to swear
off. and promised her / would never take
another drop. And the other reason Is this |:
have isst had one drink, and don't want
another aght away."-Ex.
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Actor Should Not Marry Actor.

shall have to give you a leaf from my
own personal experience. My married life
has been very happy one, and my wife
has always been my best friend and right
hand man, so to speak. In fact. she is
treasurer of our company.
/ don't see why actors and actresses
should not marry and be happy, if they
marry out of the profession, as it is very
hard and very unsatisfactory to be sepa-
rated and obliged to play in different compa-
MES If husband and wife could be placed
in the same company always, then every
thing would arrange itself nicely; but very
few managers nowadays care TO have both
man and wife, as it causes trouble, and the
manager has two to contend with then in
stead of one only
If an actor or actress is DESTROYS of mar
rage, then let them endeaVOr to sesk their
life companion outside the ranks.
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No Wouder She BIusbed.

The other day as a joke-loving young
woman was being escorted through the
Barge Office by Colonel Weber size insisted
on conversing with every one of the immi-
grants, of whatever nationality. This was
somewhat of tax on the gallant ColonePs
linguistic powers. At last they came TO
great, hulking girl, to whom the lady wished
to talk.
" But this is a Russian girl" said Colonel
Weber. l can't talk to her.
"Ob, know one Russian word p said the
young woman. Just say 'Dushenka to
her."
So the oblging. Colonel leaned over and
said Dushenkal"
The girl flushed scarlet. put one finger in
her mouth and laughed-a foolish, sheepsh
laugh.
What does that word mean ?" asked the
Colonel, suspiciously.
at means darling" coolly replied his
companion.
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W. H. CRANE.
Minnie Palmer pisagrees wien Crane.

Minnie Palmer Disagrees With Crane.
think actors and actresses should marry
if they can marry in the profession. An &C
tor or actress marrying should always en-
deavOr to be in the same company, or at
least playing IN the same city, where they
can see each other constantly. Separation
is bound to cause a GOODNESS that nothing
ever can heal over. You get used to living
apart until you are not at all necessary to
each others comfort and happiness. If
man aud wife love each other they will want
to be together; If a man can consent to his
wife fulfilling an engagement hundreds of
miles away from him for weeks and months,
it becnmes then a mere trade trans action
marriage for an object which is not love.
MINNIE PALMER.
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Nat Goodwin Asks. wbv Not ?

Why shouldn't an actor marry? He is
human, like all men, and the love of home
is inherent in his nature as in that of all
men. 1t is my opinion that an actor is
Spurred on to greater effort and more fin
ished work through love for wife. children
and home. But you will find that whatever
think, or whatever anybody else thinks.
on this subject, If an actor be smitten at all
hard, he won't stop to think the matter over,
but Will follow the promptings of his heart,
and marry And who will say that he
should notP NAT G. GOODWIN,
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Actors Had Better Stay Single.

My candid opinion is that actors should
not marry. The stage is an exacting mis-
tress, and an actor whose one aim is to win
fame and fortune in his line Is more likely
to succeed as bachelor than as benedict.
After all, it is my firm opinion, based upon
years of observation, that actors can sue
coed better single than married.
ROSA RAND.
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which 1 always protest Should factors
marry?" Why nOt2 Should shoemakers
marry?" Are we sui geDeris? Some of us
should and some of US should not. It's
matter of disposition and affinity. Isn't it?
MARIE JANSEN.