The Newtown bee., 1897-08-27

his hands, and took on with terribl
 agony of spirit. He sat up on the edg
 of the bed, and moaned and groaned il
 anguish. He walked the floor of tn
 room, and uttered exclamations of grief
 one after another, and I remember hi
 saying over and over again: What ha God put me in this place forr' tried t'
 comfort him, and could hardly forgive
 myself for not being more careful ant
 considerate of his feelings.
 By and by got him into bed again and after 8 long while succeeded in qui eting him down, until at last he told $ story, and then thought 1t would do tc leave him. This was the story he told
 Governor, I'll tell you just how feel. There was farmer in Illinois who bad fine apple orchard; and there was one young tree that was bearing it's first fruit, and he was anxious to know what sort of fruit it was. We'll, he had two boys, little imps, up to all sorts of mis- chief; and, one day, they were in the orchard sampling this fruit for them selves. The man had, also, a wild boar, imported, and this boar was in the or chard. Seeing the boys he went for them. One of them saw him coming and climbed up into an apple-tree; but the boar was too quick for the other shaver, and was after him as he dodged around one of the apple-trees. First the boar would snap at the boys retreating legs, and then the boy, spurred on, would grab the boar's tail, and so help himself to keep out of the reach of the boar's head. By and by he sang out to his brother:
 '"Bhl, Bill, come down here-come down."
 '"What for?" says Bill.
 '' ''To nelp me let this boar go,' says Jim.
 "'Now, Governor, am in the position of Jim, and I wish somebody would help me let this boar go.'"
 After relating each one of these incl dents, the Governor would relapse into silence for 8 few moments, and then break out with something new. He had finished this story and sat silently short time, when all at once he gave loud laugh and said:
 "Here, must tell you how near came to losing my dignity and whipping an Irishman on the streets of Washington I ran over to the White House one day to see the President just for few mln- utes, and in the waiting-room I observed a lady in tears. She was weeping pro- fusely, and evidently it was case of no ordinary trouble. I stepped up to her and inquired:
 Madam, can do anything for you? Pray, what is the matter?'
 "The lady then told me, in as connect ed manner as she could under the cir that she twas Pennsylva- mia woman, that she had received a teie- gram that her son in the army had been wounded, and that she had in great haste left her home in the interior of Pennsyl- vania to go to her son. She had reached him in season to close his eyes in death and had started for home with the body, She had got 80 far on her wayIwhen her money gave out, and she did not know which way to turn or what to do. In this dilemma ehe had, not knowing what else to do, called to lay her case before the President, hoping that possibly he could advise her what to do. But she had become thoroughly discouraged by coming time after time and finding no way to gain access te the President.
 ''Her story had touched me-" said the Governor, "and as the Executive of the State felt it privilege to come to her relief. at once supplied her with the needed funds and, stepping to the door, called hackman. I put the lady into the carriage and, paying the driver liber- ally, ordered him to take her to the ho- tel. They drove off, and I soon did my errand with the President and started down Pennsylvania avenue. I had gone just past Willard's when I discovered a hack drawn up to the sidewalk, and that same driver was trying to get the woman to alight from the carriage. I at once stepped up and inquired what was the matter. At a glance noticed that the hackman was intoxicated, and he told me she had ridden far enough.
 "'She won't get out, and, begorra, she sh'an't ride any further. I've carried her far enough
 "sBut, did not pay you to take her to her hotel?'
 "'Well, never moind, she has rode fal enough, and she must get out. Here you, get out of my carriage!'
 "Well," said the Governor, 1T wat just angry. I was mad enough to pitef into him and give him a sound thrashing right there on the sidewaIk. hut | re