The Dallas Daily Herald

MRS. MOIL'S LETTER

Correspondence of the Herald.

WASHINGTON, NOV. 23, 1880.

A sort of fusion ticket has been arranged out of the three inauguration committees, of which I wrote you in my last. About four-fifths of the aspirants for a little brief authority were necessarily dropped, and very mad in consequence. So to appease them they were requested to organize a grand reception and serenade to General Garfield who is expected here to-day or to-morrow, and so disport themselves before the wrapt gaze of an admiring public. The bait took. The papers came out in flaming notices of a grand reception, regardless of party or expense, to the future president. All the names of the erstwhile rejected committeemen appeared in full in all the dailies, and Sunday journals failed not in their duty. Meetings were held, and when everything was arranged, General Garfield was telegraphed to as to his choice for time and place, when there came from the sage of Mentor a scholarly, polite and statesman-like reply, positively declining any public reception, serenade or demonstration of any kind whatever.

This was a pullback. Here were a hundred or more patriots, burning with zeal and loyal desire to be seen and heard, thrown out in the cold with only a wet blanket for a covering. The result is much vituperation of the present Citizens' committee, which seems to be judiciously selected from all the different factions, and to be made of good material. It has been suggested that the negroes of the district take the matter in hand and conduct the inauguration ceremonies on a strict color basis. It would be something at once appropriate and unique.

Whenever a woman, especially a young and pretty one, runs away from her husband, everybody takes it for granted she elopes with a lover. This is by no means a safe conclusion. Within the last week, no less than three cases of elopement have occurred in which the wife, unable to endure the jealous and unreasonable suspicion of her husband has gone off to escape a life of torture. Mrs. Bergman, whose case has been so much commented on, lately, and who is pronounced insane by more than one "medical expert," because she objected to being miserable, is one prominent example.

Away over in Russia, a young girl is married against her will to a wealthy old man. Unable to escape before, she leaves home the very day after her marriage, buys a suit of clothes from a peasant boy, leaves her own hat and the long braids of her black hair on a river bank near her husband's house, and goes into a monastery where, having successfully passed his novitiate, the young brother is finally received into the brotherhood as Father Michael. After many quiet months of peaceful monastic life, the poor woman is recognized by a man from her own village, who told the scandalized monks what angel they were entertaining unawares. In spite of her prayers and entreaties, poor Matrena Ivanovna was handed over to the police as an imposter.

Another instance occurred here only last week. John Paul Braun, a painter from Fatherland, made home the opposite of heaven by his tempers and utterly groundless jealousy. His Irish wife could not bear it, so she took her little girl and hired herself as a servant to a respectable Irish family, where she is greatly esteemed. She said she could not bear to have her little girl hear her father's insults to her mother. "Sure, she'll grow to hate her own father," said the warm-hearted woman. Last night the man got his wife to come back home just for a day or two, to help him pack up and clean up, as he was going to Philadelphia to live, and about 11 o'clock the neighbors were alarmed by the fearful cry of "murder!" and poor Mrs. Braun rushed into the streets with half a dozen knife-wounds letting her life-blood out. When the police entered the house they found Braun in a similar condition from self-inflicted wounds with the same weapon. Both were alive this morning.

Boston culture is now "wrastling" with the letter S. They have difficulties with this letter which at present has only two sounds, and is not many-sided enough. It must be changed to soft C in rise, and pronounced "rice," but to atone for this it must become the last letter in the alphabet in isolate, which "cult." requires to be called "izzolate." But they do not say surprize, nor exercice as yet.

Colonel William W. Lang is here in his double capacity as granger and immigration agent. There is a grand truck-patch, farm, or dairy, or whatever they call their convocations, in session here now, and I went 'round to Willard's hall yesterday to see what was going on, but the doors were closed, and in answer to my timid shake of the door a warrior in full panoply appeared at the door and wanted a sign or countersign. I am no granger, and I came away, so I can't tell you what they did.

There is a good fight going on here against the liquor trade. After long, persistent effort a law has been passed requiring an applicant for license to get a written consent of the dwellers and property holders on both sides of the street on which the bar-room is situated for the length of the block. Now it so happens that Abner's fine new building the "Summer Garden," by far the finest thing of the sort in Washington, is just opposite the general post-office building, and the postmaster-general protests against Ab. ner's license being renewed. The question arises, has he the right to protest? and a law-suit and much excitement, which brings Ab- ner much custom, are the present results.

President Hayes had his first reception this season last Wednesday, from 7:30 to 8:30. Notices were distributed in the public places of the city, printed on oblong squares of white paper. It is positively true. I have one. It came out of a public room of a hotel.

Col. Mills reached here last week. He is well, or looks so, at least, and he has gone back on Hancock and the tariff letter.

And now, adios.

A. H. MOIL.