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» w. » \V; SUPPLEMENT. WEDNESDAY, MAY 11.1887. J. VAN 8LYKB, Editor. THIS PAPER JR'.'T SSS'l." KOWELL, ft CO."8 Newspaper Advertising Bareau (10 Sprnoe Street), where advertiains SStraSNEW YORK- Ohariei Sumner's Kinds *'DoI remember Andrew J. Rob­ erts?" quoth an old State politician. "Yes. He had a checkered career, poor man. Bat with all his short­ comings he was a bright, indeed a brilliant man. "He was a great politician years ago, and not only took extraordinary inter­ est in the great questions of the day, but knew intimately all the prominent Ijublic men. He was well read, iatel-igent, and a good talker, but he had a failing. He could not be depended upon, and at times was helpless. "He used to hang around the State Republican headquarters from morn­ ing until night throughout the cam­ paign, and campaigns lasted in those days nearly five months. "It was during the anti-slavery days When everybody was at the highest Sitch of excitement. I remember one ay in particular, when a number of prominent politicians were assembled at headquarters, among them Charlies Sum ner and Henry Wilson. "Sumner was in the rear room, Wil­ son in front. In walked Roberts. He talked in a loud voice and disturbed the whole assembly. "Stepping into the rear room, he spied Sumner in earnest conversation with a friend. Giving him g tremen­ dous slap ou tiie shoulder, he shouted: " 'D you, Sumner; how are youP h handling Why don't you be as hearty and as genial as your friend Wilsor*®' "The effect of this rougl on Sumner can readily be imagined by those who remember or have read of the dignified and scholarly man. It was not only a shock, but an insult. Sumner turned as white as a sheet, but said nothing. He realized Rob­ erts' condition and wisely held his peace. Roberts was severely repri­ manded and turned out of the room. "It was not long after this that Rob­ erts came to want and grief. He was actually destitute. He looked hungry and was poorly clad. In despair he came to me one day for work or ad­ vice. The big tears rolled down his cheek as he told me how destitute and degraded he was, and how he longed to reform. I told him I had no work, and advised him to go to Sumner. " 'Go to Sumnerr he said. 'Oh, no. I insulted Sumner, a short time ago. I can't go.' " 'Yes you can,'I said. 'Go to him just as you have come to me. Tell him frankly the whole story, and he will help you.' "Koberts did as I advised. About 10 o'clock the next morning he but­ toned his shabby coat around his neck to hide his flannel shirt, and made his way to the man he had so grossly in­ sulted but a short time before. "Sumner, it is well known, was a late riser, and seldom breakfasted be­ fore 11 o'clock. He received the un­ fortunate man kindly, and, inviting him to breakfast, listened patiently to his story. Roberts told mo afterward that it was the first square meal, that he had eaten in a long time. "In less than two days Roberts was given a position in the navy yard, and enceforth was a different man. When he told me later his experience with Sumner that morning, his eyes filled with tears and his voice trembled with emotion. It was a magnanimous act on the part ol Sumner, and au out­ ward expression of his true char­ acter. "It was the turning point ia Rob­ erts' career. Only a few months ago he delivered one of the best temper­ ance speeches I ever heard in my life. Up to the day of his death, which oc­ curred quite recently, he had a great veneration for the memory of Sum­ ner, the man who was .jwltind and generous to him in trouble."--Boston Becord. ' Kaiser Wilhelm was greatly disap­ pointed at not being asked to a recent party given by Count Radolinky at which iiis granddaughter, Princess Victoria, appeared in the guise of "Yum-Yum. A Mistake at an Auction. They have a new and -gaAt house and they are still going to auctions. They keep their eyes open all the time and they examine every piece of bric-a-brac they come across. They are busy getting bargains to add to the beauty of the establishment, and when they don't see anything fitted for the dining-room they look out for something to furnish the backyard with. They tell you the breakfast- room is in redwood and the staircases finished in cedar and the bannisters maple and the kitchen floor is brick, all in the same breath. Well, he saw a lovely dinner set at an auction he tumbled into a few days ago. He thought to himself. "I'll get that, and the wife will be delighted." There was a crowd, and when the set was put up he bid for it. It went up and up * up he and They had it lively until it got up to $80, when his rival weakened and the auc­ tioneer called out: " "No more, ma'am? Going, going, gone to Mr. Johnson at $80." Then the other bidder rose suddenly, took a look, screamed: "My husband!" and fainted. They arrange before they go in the morning now not to hunt in the same part of town.--San Jfirw$mco Chronicle. . Not long ago a traveling man threw a package, wnich he did not want, out ofa car window near Charlottesville, Va. Someone thinking the package had been lost from a postal-car, picked it up and sent it to the dead-letter office at Washington. After a week's search the package was returned to its original owner, who wrote to the de­ partment as follows: "If you persist making the service so efficient that an afflicted citizen can not throw away • package in the woods without getting it back through the dead-letter office, what won't they do to us?' t up and up, until it got to $40. Then only another bidder were in the field. e The reliable Watertown Bofgies can always be found at Bishop's W*re» house McHeary. Youth and Old Ace. tontT ago, lon(f ajfo, in this valley of wo, |> The white mists were silver, the sunnuM Looffiwo, long- ago every dew-drop aglow Was the purest of diamonds, of value untold. Loc* ago, long ago, every floweret low Irftoked from the grass like a star from the sky; I«ng ago, long ago, every streamlet allow In a volume of perfectest crystal went by. Now the silvery mist is water, I wis, To which the grand power to climb upward -is given; The sunshine of gold is a wave of light rolled On the earth through the open portal of heaven. gold; And the deep waters roll, the type of a son]. Bight on to the sea of eternity near. IDie flowers in the grass, they die and they pass From life unto life, as to us it is given; The mist and the dew, stream, flower, and light too, Like souls are sent down but to climb back to heaven. --Harper's Weekly. ARMED NEUTRALITY. Mrs. Dennis Gallagher (the second "g" is silent since they entered society) occupies an elegant if not entirely comfortable residence on the East Side. The house has bay windows everywhere, a cupola, and a tower. It has grown as the district has grown, from what was called "Shantytown" into a tract, of surpassing apartment houses. It has grow n as Gallaher has grown, from a Castle Garden frescoer in whitewash to a politician whose barge has gathered golden sands by the banks of the amber river of ram. It has grown as Mrs. Gallaher has grown from a thinwoman in a nine- dollar Paisley shawl of a Sunday to a stout woman in a "salehide" sacque and "solitary, shtones" in her ears. Gallaher, in fact, is now a drum major, soeiallv speakings while Mrs. Gallaher is a full brass band. parents The only thorn in Mrs. Gallaher's ample side has been the G. Washing­ ton Millards. The G. Washington Millards live opposite. They are not people of color, because black is not a color, and they are black. When Gal­ laher, like young Michael Angelo, was mixing pigments for the walls he was destineil later to own in fe$ simple, G W. Millard was a sleeping-car porter on the Central. The • fortunes grew together and they b me rivals so­ cially. They were ncv and neck in the matter of bay windows, and when Millard mounted a cupola Gallaher an­ grily saw him and went one better with the tower. This won the game, as the cupola had been set in the cen­ ter of the Millard roof and there was no room for a tower unless built on a platform with supports. The rivalry in display has been in­ tensely bitter between the wives. Con­ sequently when Gallaher came home last Tuesday night and saw the frown on the face of his better half he knew something had happened. The dinner Eassed off in silence. When Gallaher ad taken a post-prandial plunge in the "fish bowl" and was wiping his mouth on a napkin, which has a deaf­ ening monogram in green embroidery and an emerald crest that was lost by one of the Irish kings at the fight by the Boyne water, Mrs. Gallaher said to the bonne: "Ornriette!" "Yes, madame." "Take the children to rowl their shkates an the new cimint soidcwalk. Don't be lettin' thim tark to any odher childhren, or ye naden't come back. Do ye moind? "Yes, madame." ..And the were left to themselves. Mrs. Gallaher'was silent for a few moments, lost in sad and bitter mus­ ings. Gallaher, understanding the situation, was apparently absorbed in the large print of a newspaper waiting for her to speak. After some minutes she said furtively, in a hoarse whisper: "Dinnis!" "What?" # V "The naygur woman has a pug darg." "What's a pug darg?" "A dirty little baste wid a black nose all jammed in an' glash eves." "An* what do she be doin' wid a pug darg?" "Ladin' it up an' down all day lon^ in frint av the house to shpoite me.' She breathed savagely and her eyes ed with suppressed anger. Gallaher was aroused and angry too. "Kelly has a shmall bulldarg as '11 chew the head off'n him," he said. The lady shook her head. "It's not Frinch t'have bull dargs." There was silence, and each cast about for a counter to this body blow that the Millards had struck. Mrs. Gallaher spoke first. "Dinnisr "What?" | "Pavcocks is nice." "What's paycocks?" "It's a Dig burrid wid bull's-eye feathers in its tail. Ye seen 'em in the pairk." "Like a pinted turkey?" "That same." - "Aha!" The next day Gallaher purchased the finest peacock that money could buy. The peacock arrived the next even­ ing on a dray. The huge coop was taken into the laundry-room, in the basement, and the family gathered for a private view on the eve of the public display. When the coop door was opened it stepped out, took one, two, and then tnree suspicious steps, craning its purple neck and looking about. The family stared, but said nothing. Neither did the pea­ cock. "Has it a son^?" asked the servant girl, breaking the silence. "Faith, it's no dickey burrud," said Mrs. Gallaher contemptuously. "We orter feed it," said Dennis Gal­ laher Jr., aged 12. "What does it eat, ma?" "Oh, thim things ates chaney waro and rocks and shingle nails," said his mother airily. She was fashionably familiar with the gastric weaknesses of all fashionable pets. Dennis junior tried it with a broken eup, but it had no appetite. When some corn was put in the cup it took three grains, one at a time, and with deliberation. It appeared to prefer Dennis junior." "Why don't he blow up his tail, ma?" asked he. "There's no grash here. When it gits on the lawn ye'll see it pull the sthring." Having inspected it till they couldn't rest, the bird, which after discussion in deference to the father had been called Robert Emmet, was locked up in the wagon-house in the rear of the lot. Mrs. Gallaher was not satisfied. She decided to call it Lucille, but had been physiologically overruled. When the family retired to bed Mrs. Gal­ laher's mind was filled with visions of her front yard converted into a tropical jungle in which peacocks, birds of paradise, and new bonnets of elegant plumage stood in line ugon the limbs Oi me utes «au piuuu tuiui uiiuif joy in melodious roulades and thrilling roundelays. It was the dead hour of night. Mrs Gallaher's face had sunken in its soft pillow and her rosy features were wrapped in a lace bonnet de nuit, which came down over her ears and shut out all earthly sounds. It had cherry ribbon strings tied under her chin. All was still with one exception, which was Gallaher. At regular in­ tervals he snored defiance to the Eng­ lish throne of which he dreamed. Suddenly upon the stillness came a long, loud, blood-curdling scream that made the windows rattle. It was awful. - "What's that?" cried Gallaher start­ ing up. rf •'What is it, Dennis?" asked Mrs. GalhCher, awakened and "scared. "Cawhorrrk!!"' The horrible scream was repeated. Gallaher sprang to the floor. "Dennis--O--Oi'll choke to death-- wid this--darn--thing." Mrs. Gallaher was spluttering with terror. She had pulled her bonnet de nuit strings into a hard knot, and was strangling. "Howld yure jaw, will oo?" said Gallaher angrily. He was listening in­ tently. f ' The string parted and freed her ears. She listened, too, still scared. "Musha, I hope it's not wan o' thim hurrah away murders." "He has no nade to cut her troat an a noight like this," said Gallaher shiv­ ering in his night gown. "Av he houlds her still shell fefese quick enough." ' -V'vV V;* ^ "Cawhorrrk!" :' It came again. lie grabbed his socks and drew on his trousers. As he pulled on his coat he looked out of the front window, and by the light of the street lamp 6aw George Washington Millard in front of the house and look­ ing up at the windows. Instantly angry he flew down stairs and opened the front door. "Alia," said he savagely, by the way of greeting. "Heah, posfey. Come heah," said Mr. Millard wooingly to the pug dog which had followed him over. He pre­ tended not to see Mr. Gallaher. ; t "Is it watehin' my grash grow ye are?" asked Gallaher sarcastically. '•Nice doggie; good doggie," said the other, patting it. "What do you mane?" demanded Gallaher, going down the walk. Subterfuge was useless. "I came over, sail," said Mr. Millard in precise tones, "because I heard shrieks, sail, in your domicile, sah. I thought I recognized your wife's voice, sah!" "Howly Mary!" ejaculated Mrs. Gallaher from an upper window. "Do that black naygur say me vide is like that?" This ^ras too much. It could not be left to Dennis to adjust. She threw on her petticoats hurriedly. Meanwhile the seriousness of the oc­ casion had caused a suspension of hostilities between the men. They agreed that it was evidently the murder of some woman in a vacant lot in the rear of Gallaher's wagon-house. Visions of gore and bloody knives made Gallalier indisposed to investi­ gate it by himself, particularly in his defenseless condition. He invited Millard to accompany him, and the latter accepted. The two men, fol­ lowed by the pug, passed on tiptoe along the alleyway at the side of the house, crossed the yard, and approached the wagon-house, through which they would pass to the lot. The minute he opened tne door some­ thing came flapping against him in the darkuess, scratched his face, and knocked him down. It was the pea­ cock trying to get out. Gallaher was a little rattled anyhow. He had for­ gotten the bird, and he yelled with fright as he scrambled to Ins feet and ran across the yard. Millard and the Eug had been there some seconds when e arrived. He looked savagely at Millard to detect the faintest smile. If ho had seen one he would have kilfed him on the spot. "It's me payoook," he said hoarsely, and he Said no more, but there was blood in his eye. He found a lantern and lighted it. Then he went back and opened the door carefully. The pug, aching ifor de­ struction, spied the peacock. "Broo-oo," croaked he with the coarse bark peculiar to pugs. ; "Cawhorrrk!" screamed the bird de­ fiantly. Posey abandoned his strategic advan­ tage between his owner's legs and un- courteously flew at it. The peacock,glad to meet something it could whip, met him half way. It struck with its spurs, and lifting with its wings, knocked the do<* over. Posey squalled with terror and lay paralyzed while Robert Emmet pecked him viciously. "Stop him! Stop him!" cried Mr. Millard. "Let 'em alone," yelled Gallaher. Mr. Millard, fearful for his pet, grabbed at the peacock. Then he struck at him with a stick. Then Gallaher's pent-up Utica gave way and he acted. He was mad anyhow. He would have given $10 if Millard had hit him instead of the fowl. The accumulated anger of years spurred his right femoral muscles when he kicked. If he had not hit his mark he would have broken his leg. If he had had his boot on he would have broken Mr. Millard in two. As it was his foot struck Mr. Millard amidships like a locomotive and knocked him five feet, face down­ ward on top of the peacock. The bird screamed, Posey squalled, and the men rolled over and over on the floor. Mr. Millard was no slouch. His mouth was full of feathers, but he had courage, and the battle was hot and sanguinary. Reinforcements for the Irish champion arrived in the shape of Mrs. Gallahar, who with a handy shovel was about to cleave Mr.Millard s skull when the policeman grabbed it. At the sight of him she fainted dead away in his arms, and he dropped her. \ t ̂ r t r , < • 5 K ' % i + : ~y . * •W.I.LWT mmwm m . . jo n , n .yrm ' V" tWflgBPggf f 35* r 4" y ̂ 4 # • - >!* ..j|K ! "J. I - --* • * < £ * - * » < w > ^ ^ ' **1 * ij 0' * iV* .• \ VW',, >'?*: ; j-*- r- H , "trt ft i: f •--'iV.'i «'« tmrn Wil your attention < i" v, x* '• ,-bs ; i b/ Sv • «v '* • W'/ -- .1 ' • V < < ' • - "*: A we you once more that when you are looking around m ¥* i. '< '-"t?;-J'*-" • : >."s*r i t ,1)4' s t" **rjiIC? «-•1 ' • t ' ' '• ** t Reliable, G6dd, Honest •' 't itti i That every farmer ©r housekeeper needJ sooner iSJS'£ ^member tJmt we offer you fear r" 74* The niost complete stock of ! ' i f t To be found anywhere, and that on every article we offer you we have placed such a small profit as only the Gash Dealer can afford. This stock of course you all know is And through the kindness on the part of the paying trade we have been able during each succeed ing week to purchase quite extensive additions. Hence we may truthfully say, hook up your team, bring the folks over ai^d spend a day in examining one '1,1 very best stopks of GeneraV Merchandise M •• <•?«* IffRY . 1*8 -We Open- Then he pulled the men apart. i "Here! This won't do gentlemen," he| io pug dargs in me neigh-f creamed Gallaher, witli said "I'll have no borhood," ser blood on the front of his nightshirt. "The peacock--tehoo began it, Mr Gallaher's--tclioo--peac ock attac ed my wife's dog, sah!" screamed Mil ard. Then he spat out more feather^ "Go on home," said the policemen t^> Millard, and he went. f "Better do nothin' about it, Mistfatr Gallaher," said he. "It'll be croai- complaints an' no good. I'll have the poundmaster grab nis darg." ; "Ye will?" asked Gallahar. if "Oi will." j, ' "Begorra! Oi'll have ye made a sar- geant at the next meeting," said the^ politican. The dog is gone, and the peacock, too. The families continue to not speak as they pass by, and are still in a state ol armed neutrality.--N. Y. Times. H HIQTC •r aBlAlV ! 6'rtJJSIS*' • - - • •'?' WEEK If CliJbJSi -A Complete Stock of- tvSjS . T>erv <p^entih»T##ol mily "to soil" 1-tifc made for srood honest wear, and in connection herewith plw\s^ rotoemhec kenc^forth make this Department one of our Special Industries and alw iys guarantee a reasonable saving on every purchase. We trust that mutual interest irniy warrant us in hoping for a large share of your patronage. I VERY RESPECTFULLY J08BJ5VANSQg.