davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
CHARLES DICKENS CHILDREN.
Members of the Family of the Grea
Novelist Now Living.

Members of the Family of the Great
Novelist Now Living.
From the Chicago Times Herald.
OF Charles Dickens family there are liv.
ing today Charles, a namesake of his faith
er; Henry, the second son, and the unmar-
ried daughter, Mamie Dickens Miss Dick.
ems, now a lady Of some forty years, writes
pleasantly and entertainingly, many of her
contributions having been published in
America. She lives in pretty suburb near
London.
Charles Dickens. the eldest son. is a true
Dickens. resembling his father in feature
and turn of mind, but so far has not made
himself famous by inherited genius. Charles
Dickens also has an interesting family.
A brighter or more sturdy generation Of
young boys and girls does not exist any
where In London than Henry Fielding Dick-
ers children. Their graceful mother waa
the daughter of Antoine Roche, French.
man Of note in his day, who, because of hia
llr guistic talents, figured as the tutor Of
some Of England's most prominent nobility
Young Lord Lorne. then the future son-ins
law Of Queen Victoria, as well as other
young notables of his time, came under An.
tome Roche's especial tutelage
Mrs. Dickens resembles her father She
Is slight and willowy. with a long, patrician
face, and has quiet reposeful expression,
accentuated by her large, dreamy brown
cs es. oHe ueTStll Is line lNSulSI OF liter
airy and musical tastes, and daily superin-
tends her children in their studies. When
Alphonse Daudet visited in London last
summer he requested to be shown true
mother and perfect English home He was
presented to Mrs Dickens. The French
novelist was delighted and is still lavish in
his hostess praise She could speak his
language ffuently and entertained him like
countrywoman.
In his family there are seven Children,
Enid, Hal Gerald, Olive, Elaine, Pip and
Ceddy, respectively. Enid is eighteen has
sweet, girlish features and manners, and is
all in all her mothers girl. Olive, the next,
is just fourteen, and a perfect Dickens.
She has the dark-brown hair and the true
gray eye Elaine who is never spoken of
by this name, but always by Bobby" is
twelve, and another mothers girl. She has
beautiful, soulful face, with even greater
promises at maturity.
The two elder boys, Hal and Gerald, sew
enteen and sixteen respectively, are away
at school. Hal attends Bermount where
out of 1000 boys, he stood last year the
seventeenth in his class. Gerald is a naval
cadet on the Britannia. Lastly comes tho
two sturdy little chaps of the family Pip
and Ceddy. seven and five years of age
Pip was named after his grandf>.her's
story, Great Expectations" while Ceddy Ia
a diminutive Of the old English name, Ced-
ric. Hal and Gerald, Oliver and Bobby
and Pip and Ceddy are always mentioned
In pairs, as their ages are so near together
Enid seems to be the odd one, but as she ia
the young lady of the family, having made
her debut this year, she is her mother'a
constant companion.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14

sively at Miss Wells. OF course, everybody
knew that she and Cyril Ardener had been
something very like lovers before Miss Fair
brothers coming, and had discussed among
thems elves the CHECK" of the newcomer,
and the quiet way in which Miss Wells took
her deserti0n. But the subject had never
before been mentioned in her presence.
Now that it was mentioned, however, Miss
Wells quite equal TO the occasion. She
laughed a little, and said easily, with more
of her art than of her nature in her tones:
VERY cruel of him. isn't 1t? Or at least it
would be cruel if l minded. But don't, you
See
'Of course not. OF course, you DON'T
said the other ladies.
1t was about an hour after this when they
heard steps on the line again, and somebody
mounted up and looked in Through the
steam on the glass the face of man could
be dimly seen. He tapped softly at the win
dow in Miss Wells corner
A deeper flush came into her white cheeks
as she came face to face with Cyril Ardener
Wont you ladies come out?" he said
1--WE found fire, real fire."
But they refused, preferrng the ills they
had to suffer to trudsing over the rails In the
keen outside air. Miss Wells, however had
not spoken.
You will come, won't you, Constance?"
said he, in lower voice
Shiver ran through her, not caused by
the cold 1t seemed a long time since Cyril
had called her by her Christian name
She hesitated, and then said: Yes"
Cyril helped her out, and led her across the
lines back to the platform. Then she asked
suddenly:
where's Miss Fairbrother?"
shes gone off with Glynn," said Cyril,
smiling. After quarrelng with me-"
"Ah!" said Constance
Cyril could detect jealousy, pique. pride in
the simple utterance. They walked along
the platform in silence to the office of the
station master where bright fire was blaz-
ing,
With cry OF delight CONSTANCE went
down on her knees before 1t, and spread out
her stiff fingers IN the welcome warmth.
Cyril stood near, looking down at her deli
cate, worn face. in which the blue ewes
locked preternaturally large. After long
silence he said suddenly:
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE.
Burglar Conferred Favor by
Opening Snfe.

From the West Medford Mass.) Windmill
The proprietor of a large store on High
street went to his place Of business at an
unusually early hour this morning; in fact
the sun had not yet risen when he turned
the key in the door. On entering, he was
surprised to find man trying to open the
door Of his safe.
He stood and watched him for some time,
apparently deeply interested in the pro-
ceedings, when finally the burglar swung
open the door of the safe with delighted
chuckle, but happening to turn, he saw that
he was discovered and became very much
alarmed. He jumped up and was about to
make his escape through a back window,
when the merchant called to him:
Don't be in a hurry, my friend; come
back and sit down a while and smoke a
cigar, while 1 straghten things up a bit,
and then come home to breakfast with me.
You have done me great favor"
why, how's that?" asked the burglar, in
great surprise.
WELL you see, / had the combination of
the safe on a bit of paper, and last night I
accident tally locked 1t in the safe and forgot
how to work it; spent most of the night
trying to get the thing open, and came in
early this morning to have another try
a.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14

Though / never really cared for my hus-
band and do care great deal for you, still
1 can't pretend to be your wife while he is
alive. I don't say I'm wise; don't even say
I'm right. But that's how / feel, and
there's the end of it,
She sprang to her feet and drew her cape
round her shoulders again. She would go
back to the carriage she said But he
ccaXed her. And, because she loved him.
because it was delight to her to be with
him once more, even If their interview was
as full of pain as of pleasure she stayed.
AT last, though she would not yield to his
entreaties, she gave a half-consent to his
proposal that she should take lodgings for
the ensuing week in the house where he was
going to stay. This seemed very good sug-
gestion, as the town to which they were GO
Ing was notorious for the badness of its
lodgings, and the poor Scotch inn, where
Cyril and the manager were going to stay,
offered prospect of comparative luxury.
But Constance, when she again sat back
in her corner of the railway carriage, found
herself dwelling with so much eagerness on
the pleasure she would have in being for a
week constantly in the society of the man
she loved that she recognized with fear that
the joy was, in fact, temptation. When
therefore, Cyril came to the door of the com
partment at their journeys end he found
that her mood and her manner had changed
Come said he, gently, as he took her
bag and offered her his hand 1--WE shall
have to walk, but 1t isn't far to the hotel"
She looked steadily before her, with a
white face.
Thank you. But have changed nv
mind. 1 am going to stay with Miss Brown
ing"
ana she walked quickly away, without
giving him time for protest or reply
There was no reward of virtue for poor
Constance All that week Cyril devoted
himself to Miss Farbrother; and Constance.
although she managed to hide the misery
she felt, could not sti1e it. She felt that she
loved this man SO deeply that her powers of
resistance were growing UNEQUAL to the
strain. After all, was there not truth in
what he urged, that she owed no duty to the
man who had 80 neglected her? This nomi-
nal husband that must indeed be dead. For
three years she had heard nothing of him.
Was she not free, in law. as well as morally
to contract a fresh marriage?
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
Caught in a Wolf Tran,

From the ST. Pau! Nfnn.) Dispatch.
Mrs. Frank Hull, the wife of farmer
rear Sergeant Bluffs, Iowa, is recovering
from an experience which narrowly missed
costing her her life. Several days ago a
reighbor set number of wolf traps about
his farm, placing one of them in lonely
gulch at a considerable distance from the
cad ard in a place seldom visited, even by
himself. Mrs. Hull happened TO pass close
to this spot on her way home from A
friends house. and, noticing the trap, stop
ped TO investigate. In handling it she
touched the heavy steel spring and before
she cot Id withdraw her hand was caught
and firmly held by the trap. Her efforts
to raise the spring with the other hand
were unavdiling, ard the pain soon render
ed her unconscious. She remained a cap
tive until the next night, when her friends
alarmed by her long absence from home
started in search of her In addition to
suffering severely from the pain in her
hands and the lack of food, the sufferer
was greatly tried by the cold, the tempera-
ture having fallen below zero.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14

employees. Last year nearly one hundred
thousand employees were discharged from
the railroads of the country, and, of course,
this permitted better average to be re-
corded, as there were just that many less
employees to run the risks.
But while there were reductions in the
number of passengers and employees acct
dents in the United States, the accidents
among other persons were more numerous.
ConjectureS might have 1t that the hard
times have been prolific of suicides, but the
facts. supported by figures. point rather to
the increase in grade crossings and conse-
quent additional chances for accidents.
AN important question for our legisla-
tors to consider is, are the penalties which
company may suffer heavy enough? The
loss of property in a collision is not an i'm
portant loss for great corporation. The
conviction of an engineer, conductor or
gateman on a charge of manslaughter can
exercise very little restraining influence
upon the company that employs him. But
II it were possible to collect through the
courts large sums in damages for the lives
that are lost, the companies would be
much more careful, both in the supervision
of their employees and in the establishment
of overhead or underground crossings and
other safeguards.
Proposed Legislation.
For the lives sacrificed in the Jersey City
accident the relatives of the victims can
recover from the company at the most
about $4,000, or $1,000 for each life. If this
limit, which is imposed by the laws in most
of the states, were removed, such terrible
slaughter as this would be so expensive to
company that the establishment of ap-
proved safeguards would not be neglected,
and every possible effort TO Insure the eff
cheney Of train officers and the preserva ton
Of lives would he made. Under present
conditions a railroad company commonly
suffers a much smaller loss in money when
a person is killed than when one is Grip
pied.
"Over IN Connecticut they have taken
the bit in mouth, SO to speak, in the mat
ter of abolishing grade crossings, and radi-
cal measures are looked for during the
coming year. A prominent United States
Senator is responsible 70: the movement,
believe. and although he 1eprese nts large
railroad interests, his ideas are about the
best so far advanced looking to the aboli-
ton of the evil. His idea is to make each
state divide up the cost with the railroads
Of wiping out grade crossing.
Measures will be introduced in the state
legislature to this effect, but there will be
considerable opposition, as many claim that
the state and counties gave the roads right
of way. and there Is no reason why they
should not look out for the lives of the
donors.
Here in Washington we have an exam
pie of what grade crossings can do in a
harmful way to city. Still, I understand,
both roads were given free entry to this
city, and for that reason, many claim, they
should go to the expense of depressing or
raising the tracks and pay the bill them
selves"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
So she tortured herself, and meanwhile

So she tortured herself, and meanwhile
held aloof as much as possible from all in
tercourse with Cyril except on the stage
But the parts they played were those of
lovers. and the harassed woman felt that
they betrayed their feelings in every word,
in every look, that they were forced to ex-
change in the business of the stage.
At the end of the week, as she left the
theater after her nights work, the hall
keeper told her that there was man out
side waiting for her.
HE wanted to come in and wait here
miss: but he was too drunk to stand, and
wouldn't let him in. There he is by the door
way. If you go the other way you'll miss
him."
But Constance was looking at the human
WIRE ok the man pointed out with wide eyes
full of fear. She knew him, changed though
he was.
He was in rags, dirty. haggard; an ap-
palling spectacle. She answered the hall
keeper by gesture rather than by words,
and made step irfthe direction of the door
way, within the shelter of which her hus-
band was standing.
He staggered forward and clutched her
arm. AS she stopped Cyril Ardener came
out by the stage door on his way home
wards. He uttered an exclamation of dis
gust, and darted forward to send the wretch
about his business. With one quick move
ment he released her, and supporting her
trembling figure in his arms, said quickly:
MY poor darling! Don't be frightened.
I'll see you home"
The other man uttered hoarse sound
meant for laugh. He was sinking away
without word. when Constance recovered
herself
Let me CO. Let me CO. Cyril she whis-
pered. 1T is-my husband"
cyril was so much shocked that he was
speeches.. Before he could recover from
his disgust and amazement, Miss Fair
brother. pretty, bright, brimming over, as
usual, with provocative coquetry, ran out
and stopped at the strange group. She had
caught Constances words, and her face was
a picture of amusement, horror and mali
cious satisfaction by turns.
Constance gave Cyril one eloquent look
full of pathetic sadness, of rigid determine
ton. Then she glanced at the young girl
who seemed unable to pass the group.
Take her home" she said in a low voice
And she turned to her husband
Tom she said, ARE you coming home
with me?'
Yes. If you'll have me-" he answered. in
hoarse voice.
He was less grateful than sullen, spiritless.
Perhaps he was hardly sober: but his totter-
Ing footsteps were the result of illness rather
tran of intoXication. She led him to her
lodgings, got him some clothes, gave him
| food, and placed him in a chair by the fire.
In all that she did there was no pretense
| of welcome or affection; but she was kind.
| thouShtfully attentive, gentle, as she would
| have been to a Stranger.
For the truth was that there was nothing
| IN Tom Anderson to rouse tender feelings in
| the woman who had found him out. He
| took her attentions in hang-dog fashion,
with some little shame, perhaps, but with
| still more irritation. When he had eaten his
supper and was provided with cigarette he
began to assume airs of lofty Indignation at
the words he had overhead Cyril address to
her.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
WATER AND GOLD.
Simple Process by Which Millions of
Dollars Are Annually Gained.


Dollars Are Annually Gained.
From the Boston Journal of Commerce
1t is not generally known, even in Cali
fornia, that millions of dollars are annually
taken from rude heaps of base-looking
quartz by the flowing of water over huge
piles of broken rocks that contain the prec-
ious metal The process of robbing the
earth of its gold has now been reduced to
such a fine point that the gentle flow of
water over the ore CLEANS 1t of its golden
treasures, and this works well in cases
where the old chloride and other methods
are not so useful.
The water used by miners in bringing
gold from piles of mineral-pearing quartz
is charged with a simple chemical, which
has the potency TO dissolve gold and hold
1t in solution. The sparkling liquid, which
flows over hundreds of tons of quartz
trickles through the mines ard seeks it
level, laden with gold, is charged with
deadly poison, cyanide or potassium, a
drug which ferrets out the minutest par
ticles of the yellowish metal, and dissolves
them and brings the precious burden to
the watts for conversion into refined gold
again.
The cyanide process is as noiseless and
unerring the laws of graduation The
method is based on the fact that even a
very weak solution of cyanide Of potas-
sum dissolves gold and silver, forming
respectively, duIo-potdsSlc cyanlQ and ar
gento-potaSsic cyanide. The solution is
separated from the solid mineral, and the
geld and silver are preciptateJ in metallic
form. During the last five years the pro-
cess has been introduced into almost every
gold field in California and elsewhere and
more than s20,OO0,0O0 has been recovered
by the gentle flow of the waters charged
with the magical chemical.
Precipitation is effected by the use of
fine pieces of zinc, SO arranged that when
the rich waters flow over them the fine gold
clusters in rich deposits over the zinc, for
which it has an affinity. The gold deposits
itself in the form Of fine dust on the plates
of zinc.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14

From the Boston Transcript


Fire Marshal Whitcomb has been pretty
busy taking testimony in regard to fires
lately, ana while speaking about examin-
ing witnesses the other day, he mentioned
several curious things he had noticed. He
says that in every case where he has dis
covered a pyrCm aniac he has had his sus-
picions of the persons guilt aroused by a
peculiar smile which plays around the cor
ners of the mouth of the guilty one when
under examination. 1t is hardly a smile,
rather peculiar pickering of the corners
of the mouth, an expression almost indie
Unable, but it seems to mean, well, I'm
too smart for you to catch me, anyhow"
The marshal says he can recall dozen
cases where he noticed this smile, and at
the time had no other cause to suspect a
witness, yet by following these smiling
ones he has obtained the most convincing
testimony of their guilt, and almost invari-
ably confession from the guilty ones them
selves.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14
TESTED THE SOLDIERS NERVE.
An Incident Showing the Perils OF
Life in the JuneIes of India.

| An Incident Showing the Perils of
Life i'm the JungIes of India.
| From the New York Mercury.
| The bluff old major from the queens
| army had listened attentively to the camp
| fire tales of his companions. He put
| fresh charge of fragrant tobacco in the
veteran pipe that he had been smoking
and the three occupants of the compart-
ment lapsed into expectant silence, waiting
| to hear from him.
| 1.-The bravest man 1 have ever met was
not on the field of battle" he began. He
| was soldier, but know little about his
| military record, and yet when 1 say he
was the bravest man 1 ever knew I think
| 1 know what am talking about. We were
| campaigning in India and for months the
| command had simply been idling time
! away. We were all thoroughly tired of
life of routine military inactivity and
| finally party of five of us secured two
| weeks leave of absence which We proposed
| to spend in a hunt for big game
One of our number was a senior regi-
| mental officer. who had been through ten
| years service in India. He had been the
guiding Spirit of our expedition Seated
| few feet away from him and to his left,
| was a young junior company officer, who
| had but recently joined the command. We
| had been eating fruit, which was of kind
that bears very peculiar scent. 1t is a
| tradition that this native fruit has strong
| attraction for several varieties of veno-
| nous reptiles, which are peculiar to that
| climate. 1. at least, am convinced that there
| is something more than tradition in it.
| LAS l have said, Were talking of adj
ventures when, in moment of silence the
bluff old regimental officer, looking steadily
| at the young lieutenant to his left, slowly
| said:
" DO you think you could keep your
presence Of mind under the most irving
| circumstances, when your life depended
upon your coolpess and courage?'
Dead silence followed the coloners ques-
| ton, and the young officer, looking guzzi-
cally at his interrigator, replied:
" Yes, think 1 could
" Then the time has come when you
must be put to the test. Move not
| muscle until I tell you, or you are dead
man.
Then the bronzed old warrior slowly
drew his pistol from his holster. and, TAX
| ing deliberate aim, he fired a shot at the
very feet of the man to whom he had ad-
dressed his ominouS question. For the
space of a second we all sat like statues
then the colonel, in tone of relief, ex-
claimed:
Its all right now, boys: I've killed it
I'VE We're all on our feet in an instant
eager to know what danger had threatened
our young comrade. At his feet lay the
coiling squirming body of a huge cobra
the most venomous reptile that haunts the
jungles of India. l think the man who
calmly faced that danger was the bravest
man I've ever met said the major and
no one disSented.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-14

From the New York World
The subdued light in the room made even
his polka-dot necktie thing of beauty
For fully three minutes they had sat amid
silence which it seemed cruel to break.
Then he stirred uneasily.
Don't you think"
Again he stirred uneasily
Don't you think, Miss Lulu, that it is
great mistake for man like me to travel
through this life alone?"
She regarded him fiXedly for moment
Wont your"
The words came slowly and with firm
eruncia,tion.
Won't your mother chaperon you?"
To this day she is uncertain whether it
was sixteen or seventeen seconds that
elapsed before he took his hat and his de-
parture simultaneously.