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The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-10-21

london. Oct. 2O,-General BENJAMIN
Harrison and Hrs. Harrison arrived In
toudon to-day. General Harrison has
arrentsd mo Invitation TO banquet him
from the london chamber Of commerce
for October Is.
The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-10-21
VENEZUELAN REVOLUTION.
Andradc Escapes from the Capital
With 500 Mcn-CAsirn viii Enter
I,nh.n nrns Tn.tlnN.

Andradc Escapes from the Capital
With 500 Mcn-CasirA viii Enter
Caracas To-day.
CAAACAs, Venezuela, Oct. 20. $3.50 p.
m.-PresIdent Andradc, 1t isnow known
escaped early this morning to La Gu
agra, TGlegraphIc and telephone COM
innnlcation is interrupted,
An attempt was made last night to
dynamite the residence Of SENIOR
Matos. General Andrade's representa-
tive In the negotiations with the inSur-
gent commander, General ClpriHno Cas-
tro.
WASHINGTON, D. C.. Oct. 2c.-Thc
following dispatch has been received
from Minister Loomis, dated at Cara
cas-, 2;12 p. m;
"The President OF Venezuela left Car
ncag St dnylIrht with 500 men for La
Gunyra. Has not resigned, some dis-
order in Caracas. Heavy dynamite
borb exploded In the house OF MntoS'
forner minister OF finance
The following has been received Rt
the navy department from Commander
HcmphllI, OF the Detroit, dated at Lat
Guayra via Haiti at 2;s6 p. N.
"SecrctRry Of Navy. Washington
Andrade has lied. golnE towards La
Gpayia with 500 rlcn. lie h=r not re-
giEaci the presidency The vice pfesI-
dent, wro holds Authority dur'ns t1S
ptcslde7rs aEgcnoc from the capital
has tciessaphcd Caatra 10 enter Cara
cas-. No disorder heA> or IN Caracas
thus far"
The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-10-21

Forecast for Saturday and Sunday: For
West Virginia and Western Pennsylvania:
Fair Saturday and sunday, warmer suns
day; fresh northeasterly, shitunE % eaSts
For Ohio; Fair Saturday, with wfsmnr
weather IN northwest portion. Sunday
fair and warmer; fresh easterly Winds
Local Temperature.
The temperature yesterday, as observed
by 4 Schncpf. druggist. corner Market
and Fourteenth streets, was as follows
a. m."r,.,."' Y Y p. m.'',''..''''., T,.'''..',''' S S
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24
THEY LEARN TO Be
NEWSPAPER women
Mt Hoyoke College Teaches Jonasm-Studens Are Given AS
Sgnments to Cover

The girls of the Mt. I1uiyoke College
at South Hadley are much interested in
a class in journalism recently started in
that institution.
Only juniors and seniors are permit
ted to join the class and they have to
devote 80 the work the same amount of
careful study that would be required of
them in any other branch.
In the first place, they have to be pro-
ficient in English, and attain a good
mark in literature. They must also
express their intention of making news
paper work their profession, although,
of course due, allowance is made for
unforeseen circumstances.
The girls begin by being assigned
some newspaper of recognized stand
ard. They are supposed to carefully
study the style of the paper, and after
they have firmly mastered, so far as
one outside of a newspaper office can,
the peculiarities of that particular jour
nal, they are considered to be in a
position to write articles for it.
They turn in each day to Professor
Stevens their productions, based on OBJ
servations from their daily life and odd
bits that they may pick up about the
college. Miss Stevens carefully corrects
the manuscripts, and explains to the
girls why such and such changes were
made in their copy.
Practice is continued along this line
for some time, or until a certain degree
of proficiency has been attained. Those
who have shown a particular aptness
for the work are advised to ask the
privilege of corresponding regularly
with some newspaper.
Different news and special stories in
L.
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

letter into the box in front of me, l
must have replaced it unconsciously in
my pocket l have not worn the coat
since then until tonight"
The words were wrung from him.
His mind was confused with the
thoughts that he owed his hostess an
apology, and that the letter, which had
changed the course of his life, never
had been mailed With ready mind
Margaret Stevens already had formula
ted a plan, and was weighing in her
own mind the chances of its success. Il
will excuse you to the others, she
said. "They were making ready to go
as l came in. Remain here. if you Will,
and 1 will return when they have
gone"
She went out, and for several min
utes he could hear the hum, of con-
versation and the words of good night.
They had accepted the excuses made
for him, all but Florence Marsh. She
slipped away from the others long
enough to come in and bid him good
by. She was out again as quietly as
she had come, but he OWNED that she,
too. had understood him and he was
sorry When Miss Stevens returned
Cromwell had regained his composuret
and had made up his mind to ask hqf
to forget the scene and let him go, but
hesitate as to what he really wished to
do.
Tell me about the girl out in Mich
igan," she said, in friendly way, sit
ting down in an arm chair opposite
him. us she fair TO see? And where
does she live?"
LAS fair as the dawn in the spring
time" he replied, eloquently. His
senses were beginning to tell him that
10, I 1nff
she still might be all that ever she
had been to him.
LAS springtime in the city,"
"In Ann Arbor,'' he replied. Her
father is a college professor, and they
live on Washtenaw avenue. Your own
street made me think of it tonight"
And because of the letter you came
away?'
because of the letter 1 accepted the
opening in your fathers mills
"And for a year you have never sent
a message to her, and have left the
way clear for the other man?'
Yes" he said, rising, "and can see
no help for it now. l was fool, and
lost. am remaining here too late. Good
night"
wait moment, please" she said.
The discouraged tone of his voice told
her now, beyond question, that he
really loved the girl and that without
her he might indeed come to be, not
good for much but his work She
waited for him to sit down again, but
he did not do SO, though he turned
about and stood facing her.
"If the girl out in Michigan still cared
for you, would she not be thinking of
you tonight?"
May God grant it!' he said, with
his head bowed low.
The tall eight day clock in the hall
way began to strike in clear and well
measured tones. claiming for mo-
ment all but their thoughts.
"One more hour of Christmas" she
said, at the last stroke. Gould we
reach the girl in Ann Arhor2" She
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

returned to the piano Later she took
book from the table, and sat down
10 turn the pages carelessly.
In the meantime five telephone oper-
atofs, hundreds of miles apart waited
upon the line. Ten minutes had passed,
and the young man in Detroit, Michi-
gan, who had connected from Troy,
New York, and one to Ann Arbor.
looked at his watch and mentally call
culated that already the message had
cost seven dollars and fifty cents He
he broke in to listen, and he heard:
Yes, dear, through all the long, long
year. But l forgive you"
The young woman in the exchange at
Troy. who had connected from Spring.
Held, Massachusetts, and then on to
Detroit, thought of the possibility of
break in the line because of the high
wind blowing. The first words that she
heard were these:
Your voice has grown SO sweet.
What must your eyes be tonight if only
l could look into them now!" And
whether it was right or wrong she con-
tinued to listen, and breathed through
her parted lips.
The man at the exchange in Spring.
field, who had first taken the call from
another part of the state and passed
1t on to Troy, and who had been trying
to forget that it was Christmas night,
became bored with the monotony Of
his work. He was in the act of inquir-
ing whether the message on the trunk
line was finished when woman's
voice, tenderly sweet, came over the
line:
Il have placed it in my hair, the
mistletoe with its berries, just as 1
would have done year ago l will save
it for you dear, until you come"
hn IL
ly, Then he put his hands deep into
his poeksts and sat staring up at the
ceiling until the signal came for break
ing the circuit.
! Miss Stevens closed her book when
she heard the library door open, and
knew that Cromwell had passed into
the hall. She waited fot moment, and
when she saw that he had put on his
coat~and was taking his hat she Joined
him. Good night" she said II am
sure that 1t has come out all right
| He turned to her with the color in
his face and the light in his eyes II
cannot thank you now for all that you
have done for me tonight he said.
You will understand me if i go at
once, l know"
Yes" she replied, and opened the
door for him.
He paused for a moment on the wide
.veranda, and turning back to9k her
hand in a sincere clasp. 1T has been a
happy Christmas he said. and next
to the woman who has promised to
marry me you are the one who has
made it So
Then he walked down the pathway,
and his manly form was soon indistinct
in the shadows Of the trees. She
closed the door and went back into the
house, and as she stood before the em-
bers of the log fire her eyes became
wistful, for she was wondering what
manner of Christmas it had been In
Manila, and how much longer the army
of occupation would be needed there
| Woman's Home Companion.
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

articles. If they discover an interesting
feature which they do not think was
brought out prominently enough they
embody it in their reports.
Their next step is assignment work.
Professor Stevens gives each member of
the class something to COVER" and as
events and news happenings are not
frequent at Mt. Holyoke, the report
ers" are obliged to draw on their i'm
aginations
For instance, one girl may be told
that Rockefeller hall is on fire and that
the city editor desires a big" story
fully covering it. The reporter goes
forth to write UP the fire she cannot
see and the next morning hands in her
carefully prepared copy. Miss Stevens,
keeping in mind the probabilities Of
such a fire and the possibilities of a
story, goes through" the copy and cor
rects it.
To study musical Interpretation, the
members of the class assemble in the
college chapel in the evening, and
listen in the dark to Prof. Hammonds
organ playing They write a criti-
cism of the concert, not so much from
a technical standpoint as from the way
in which the music would impress the
average listener.
For a correct understanding of the
different national traits and character
istics, the members of the class are
required to read dialect stories. They
also read good fiction to get an insight
into the minister, the doctor. the pro-
fessor, the mechanic and the laboring
man.
In the senior year the girls are al
lowed to try their hand at editorial
writing and their treatment of national
topics would greatly amuse the poll
ticians. One of the girls said she
should awfuny like to see her editorial
on AlgeT in a real newspaper.
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

to tell, either, except that she did not
wear it, and he, as a gentleman, asked
no questions Only Che was now looking
back into the fire) he wasn't good for
much but his work after that"
The sudden termination of the story
was an apparent disappointment. Mac
Arthur remarked that the Edinburgh
lasses were too bashful to say mo" to
a comely fellow, and Tucker, whose
mind was of another texture, said that
no man ever married the first woman
whom he loved. The little professor
shrugged his shoulders, and said
Bah! He was one fool What you say
of a man who cannot talk? Perhaps
she never get the letter at ALL
Cromwell reused himself to the de-
fense of his story. 81 was present, and
saw the letter posted he said. 'By
| an odd coincidence the man whom he
believed to be his rival came up to
speak to him as he was about to drop
the letter in the box. 1 remember the
details very WE'LL
when I came over to America .
said Macarthur, Il lost the address of
the man through whom l had obtained
my position, and not knowing the
country, l thought for time that
should be obliged to advertise for him.
1 was Pardon me! You are i'll, Mr.
Cromwell?p
Cromwell was sitting with one hand
| pressed against his heart, and the
lines We're drawn deep upon his fore
| head. There was q hurried breaking
of the semi-circle about the fireplace
TT is nothing he said, partly re-
covering himself "Just a twinge that
will be gone in a moment. l will go out
into the air"
Macarthur FASTENED to the outer door
but Cromwell crossed the hallway in
to the library. Miss Stevens followed
him closely, opening a window and let
ting in a cold draft of winter air. "Sit
here she said, indicating an easy
chair, land 1 will call maid"
please don't" he said. q owe you
a thousand apo.ogies. ! cannot explain
now [ only want to be left alone for a
I moment"
| She led the others, who had floeked
| in, back into the drawing room, and
| herself went to order a hot drink for
him. When the servant brought it she
| took it to the library, but on the
| threshold she paused, drew back STEP
and then went resolutely in, not offering
the cup to him. hut putting it on the
| table.
Pardon me, she said, but 1 have
/ intruded upon your secret. You have
| found the letter.
There are times when an honest
mans shame is the most pitiable sight
that one is called upon to see. In .Crom-
wells face at that moment there was
anguish, humiliation, even disgust. The
letter was in his hand, unopened, for
/ to his mind it had sealed his fate and
stamped a woman's affection.
| 1T is awful he said. turning his
face to her Il could have sworn until
the day of Judgment that the letter
had been mailed. Only tonight, as 1
| told that story, the details came to me
for the first time had taken the let
| ter from this pocket to mail and it
was in my hand when the other man
spoke to me- While my mind carried
the impression that had dropped the
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

they drew their chairs about the open
fireplace in the hallway, half circle
of strong keen faces, some gleam of
the home light seeming to fall upon
them in the red light from the logs
The little professor, with his hands
crossed over one knee, sighed with con-
tentment
Il have been one winter in Norway"
he said, "and at Christmas-ach. 1t
was when 1 was just from Naples, and
my room at the pension, it was like
what you call Nansen's boat?-the
Fran"
1--WE were in India once at Christ
mas" said the English girl. I'VE had
received boxes from England, and there
was to have been tree for the child
rem. But on Christmas morning the
regiment was called out suddenly to
quell mutiny, and the women and
children waited all day in the barracks
for news. The tree was forgotten.
And it followed upon the suggestion
of, Miss Stevens that they told stories
of some Christmas that they had
known-in the Scotch Highlands, in
the White Mountains, down in Missou-
ri, out in Kansas, over in Italy-until
Cromwell alone of the guests had not
spoken.
You have been saving your story
until the end" said the Kansas girl to
him. Our politicians out west save
their big speeches in that way My
father says that the winner is the man
who comes in strong at the fnish.'
Il hope that it will be a love story .
said Florence Marsh. There should be
some sort of a love story with mistle-
toe" She looked at the large branch
that hung over the mantelpiece
Her sister raised her eyebrows, and
Florence ,blushed Her sister perhaps
l. l.
ancestry there was strain of wild re-
nance always to be guarded against
in public.
And Cromwell looking into the fire
light of the cracking logs, told them
the story that had been in his mind
since first they began to talk, one that
he would have sworn an hour before
nobody could have induced him to
relate.
II know man whose happiness was
wrecked one Christmas night" said he.
1T was out in Michigan"
Florence Marsh changed seats with
her sister, in order to be nearer to him,
and the others turned their heads in
his direction.
"The young men Of today are not
supposed to have{ much sentiment" he
continued, but unfortunately, some
of them have a great deal, and this
man had more than was good for him.
The girl whom he loved was to give
Christmas party, and because he
had first met her on Christmas night
he wanted to see her at the party with
a bunch of mistletoe in her hair, just
as she had worn it on that other Christ
mas. He wrote her a note. in which he
asked her to wear the token for his
sake"
Florence Marsh sighed. Thank you
so much for the mistletoe," she said.
''The story is prettier that way.9
Il am not so sure of that Cromwell
replied, for you have not heard the
whole story" His eyes were no longer
upon the logs There isn't much more
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24
WAR AN ADVANTAGE
Florence Nightingale Says i
MAY Be a Blessing

Miss Florencs Nightingale, the first
and most famous of modern war
nurses, is still living. She is 80 years
old, and it is 45 years since she went
to the Crimea and worked heroically
among the most pitifully neglected col
lection of wounded soldiers modern
warfare has seen.
Miss Nightingale has just written a
letter which is remarkable because she
speaks of "the advantages of wal" :"
1t was addressed to the Balaclava so
ciety, but undoubtedly had in mind
the Boer war; which had just begun.
mo. 10 South street Parklane w,
Oct 24-Dear Sir: Though I am not
able to be with you in presence at your
annual commemoration, yet my heart
and soul are with you. How pleased
am, though ill., to be able to write a
few lines to you. I thank you with all
my. heart for your kind thoughts of
me- 1 wish I could say, as we thought
few days ago we might have said,
that there would be peace.
but still, as was once written about
the advantages of persecution, we may
write about the advantages of war, yet
few men, and perhaps no women, have
seen as much as l have of the horrors
of war. But see those manly fellows in
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

Before turning down the gas Homer
Cromwell took the note on his dress
ing table from its little square envel-
ope and re-read it:
My Dear Mr. If you have
no other engagement for Christmas
night, vii! you spend the evening at
our house? / am inviting few friends
who cannot go home for the holidays,
and we must try and be very jolly
Please do not wear evening dress.
Very sincerely Margaret Stevens.
He caught his own eye in the mir
ror as he looked up from the paper in
his hand, and smiled at the odd eX-
preston on his face. He knew that
deep in his mind he was wondering
whether he was doing wise or foolish
thing to accept the invitation TWO
fSctE had influenced him in the mat
ter first, he had been secretly dread
ing the approach of Christmas night
Athis year, and second, Miss Stevens was
the~only girl of his own kind in the
City whom he knew at all well.
He tried to smooth a wrinkle from
his Prince Albert coat, and found that
1t would not be effaced. More than
year had passed since he wore the
.sylIbol of his own social status. But
he felt, with some pride that at any
rate there had been no wrinkles in
his years work. He had intended to
labor hard when he came east, but he
had applied himself so zealously that
he had lived for the greater part of
his time outside of sleeping hours in
the mechanical engineering office of
the corporation. The years work had
hD r1I If a 11~
Stevens, the managing agent of the
company, which carried with it an in
PRODUCTION to his only daughter. He
had taken his only social recreation in
an occasional cali at the house. and
now he was in on a Christmas party
and had even taken the Prince Albert
coat from the bottom of his trunk in
honor of the occasion.
He decided that, on the whole, it was
wiser for him to go and make the most
Of the evening; so he turned the gas
low and went from the room, down
stairs, and out into the street. There
was a light fall of snow upon the
ground and the sharpness of a New
England winters night in the air
while the stars glistened and sparkled
in the sky above him. Cromwell rolled
the collar of his ulster part way up
around his throat. and walked on brisk
ly. He was soon in residential part
of the city. where there We're tall old
trees on either side of the street, with
fine old residences standing in the
midst of spacious grounds 1t reminded
him of a certain street in Ann Arbor
Michigan, up in the college part of the
town, where the professors and their
families lived. For in spite of his year
of hard work, with its close applica-
ton and interest only in the present
his heart was still in the west
The home of Margaret Stevens had
a suggestion Of colonial days-a large
house with lofty columns in front of
1t supporting a wide veranda. There
was geunine hospitality in the greeting
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24

/ crossed the room to the long distance
telephone
What do you mean?" he asked.
"Father telephoned to a man in
Chicago last week." she replied; ii
cannot be much further to Ann Arbor. "
He Joined her with a hungry look IN
his eyes.
IF only it could be done!" he said.
WAS there a telephone in her homes?
yes"
She was ringing the bell already. 81
want the toll line. Yes. How long will
it take to get Ann Arbor, Michigan?
Ann A-r-b-o-r Michigan!"
"That surprised him." she said to
Cromwell Perhaps he thought that
wanted to call girl by that name"
She turned her face again to the in
strument ut may take ten minutes
Very WELL l will wait. The call is for
Mr. Cromwell, at Mr. Stevens house, :"
Then she replaced the receiver and
left the telephone table. When CEN
trail calls" she said, there will be a
through line to Ann Arbor, and you
can give the number | suppose that
you may remember it?'
YES indeed" he replied, taking the
seat she had vacated. The number
has been hung on a little peg in my
brain"
which he thought of the hundreds of
miles that stretched between Massa-
chusetts and Michigan, and wondered
through what storm and moonlight the
call for Ann Arbor was going
Il suppose that we still have several
minutes to wait" she said, after a
time And you have not told me very
much about her. is she serious or full
Of fun?"
| when first I saw her serious" he
said, in reply, Il thought that the world
was smiling, and when l saw her smile
1 fancied that the sun was shining by
night
'That is not so bad" she said, smil-
ing contentedly. "Only you should save
, such words for another to hear. Re
| member that Cyrano speaking for
Christian is no worse than Cyrano
speaking for himself, but to the wrong
Roxane.''
The telephone rung a sharp call that
| startled them both, though each had
been waiting it. Cromwell put the re-
ceiver to his ear, and answered the
call.
Ann Arbor?" he asked. want
400"
There was a. moment of waiting, and
she walked toward the door.
Hello! Isis"
Then she went out softly and closed
! the door behind her. The house seemed
very still. Her father she knew, had
retired long ago, confident of her ability
to entertain her guests, and the ser
! wants were in the back part of the
building. She sat down at the piano
in the music room, and ran her fingers
| over the keys very lightly, just sound
ing the melody of Some old song.
| After a time she wondered whether
| Cromwell had found the girl home
and so many thoughts came to her
mind that she walked back to the IL
brary door She did not intend to listen
| but moments pause told her that
he was in earnest conversation, and she
The Worcester spy., 1899-12-24
Crustades of Brussels-sprouts

Cut stale bread into slices an inch
and quarter thick cut these again
into fancy shapes, diamonds, squares
and circles. Cut out the centres Of
each, making a case for filing To do
knife about an eighth of an inch in
side, and then carefully remove the CEN
tre, leaving a thin case. Brush this
over with melted butter and brown in
the oven, then fill with Brussels-sprouts
that have been picked over and the
Wilted leaves removed. Soak them in
cold water fifteen minutes, then cook
them twenty minutes in boiling salted
water. Drain and reheat in white
sauce, allowing two cupfuls of sprouts
to one cupful of white sauce.