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Show A WHITE HOUSE STORY. There is a charming simplicity about the dress of Mrs. Hayes, but I dare not praue her for it, for (ear that orders lor a gorpeoua. new outfit were flashed ovr to France along with the inaugural, and for fear that fashion, whose motto is, ''Worth makes the dame, the want of him the dowdy," will sooner or later retake tho white house, by strategy, if not by storm. I have heard that Mrs. Haves has always al-ways had faith in her husband's sUr his horoecope having been cist years ago by an astrological or me diumistic old lady in Ohio, and every step in power and honor accurate v foretold. There were three, the usual mystical number, of theao gradations general, governor, president "giamis, cawdor, king!" It strikes me tiiat this occult old Udy, whe worked eo well the constellations, should at least bo awarded the Cmcin ati poatofnee. But I doubt if sin gats it. We do cot read that Mese: ever officially recognized the aid ant ' comfort of Miriam, tbe prophetess, o ' that Deborah, for her predictions an: military services was ever promote! to anything higher that her rude judi , dial Wench under the phn tree c ' Mount Ephraim, or that drivin ' woman Jael came to great honor, am 3 we ali know what Joan d'Arc got 10 a LniHi;nw with nnlitiai. There is I pious old celored woman here whom I hsard on inauguration day claiming the credit of that little nflair. Home were under the impreaeion that tho Louisiana reluming board had brought it about, some laid it to the joint commission, some thought E'izn! Pinkston bad a hand it; but this good auntie was sure that her fervent, efictual prayer did the business. "I jei' prayed him in, dat is a lact," she said. "You see, honey, I hung on I never gub up. I is' rastled wid de angel not to let in Tilden, who would send us back true de lied sea into de land ob bondage. I got mos' discouraged discour-aged sometimes, for de flesh is mijrhty weak, but at las' I had a witness in my soul dat all was right, and Mr. Hayes was gwine to btt declar'd in president, and to day rr.y poor ole eyes bab seen de glory ob de Jrd." "Why, auntie," I said, "your faith irf strong." "I reckon it is, miis. 1 believe in my God, I do, and I shall je3' keep on believin' in him as long as he lives." J smiled at the expression, expres-sion, till I bethought mo of the many I knew who had outlived their God; poor orphaned souls, adrift in a universe uni-verse of blind chance. New York Times. |