A Wordy War Between Blaine And Knott

There was an exciting sceno in the room of the House Judieiary Csmmittee, at Washington, on the 7th inst. Mr. Blaine went before the committee and domauded a consideration of the circumstanoes connected with the Caldwfill telegram from London. Knott stated a supposition case about a telegram from Caldwell which might have said that Blaine was guilty. Blaine calmly interrnpted Knott, and said : " You will permit me to believe that it would havo pone ont very soon." Kuott, approaching BIniue in a threatening manner, said, " What do yon mean sir ? What do you say ? Do you insinúate that I would do you injustice in that manner?" Blaino remarked, "I men to say that I don't think you would keep back a dispatch that would hurt me." The friends of Mr. Blaine unconsciously gathered around him. and had Chairman Knott made another step toward Blaine there woukl have been a personal enoounter. Gen. Hunton, who is a man of remarkable composure, succeeded in enforcing order, Knott had been terribly excited by the assaiüts of Blaino npon him in tho House. That exasporation was incroased by the fact that Blaiue openly to his face, in the committeo room, raiscd an issue of veracity, and had chargod Knott with suppressing the Caldwell dispatch. Knott became greatly excited. His white mustacho grew a shado paler ; his liery cheeks took on a deeper glow. He clutched his oaken stick with a flrmer grasp, and advanced threatoningly toward Blaine, who sat in a chair tkree feet from him watching evory movement with unflinching eye. Knott raised his diminutivo form, and you eould hoar in the silence of that committee room the exasperatod inquiry which, boing interpreted, meant 11 Who does thifs pair of boots displace, Munt meet liorabastes face to face." When the sub-committee adjourned, Knott, approaching Frye, a member of the committee, and who has been in attemhmee as advisory friend of Blaine, said to him: "Mr. Fryo, your friend lïlaino is tho god-damnedest scoundrel in America." This romark, oritsoquivaluiit, ha ving alroady found its way iuto print, it shoidd be added that Frye replied : " You forget yourself, Mr. Knott." "Yes," said Knott, "I do," and he thereupon withdrew the remark, and apologized for having made it. A BA8E-BAJUMST named Mülor, formerly catcher of the St. Louis club, died in Pniladolphia last wcok. In his last moment í he was delirious, and fancied he was at his place in the ball-field, facing liis okl pitcher, Bradley. His last words w ae : " Two out, Brad - stoady, now - he wants a high ball- steady, Brad - there, I know it ; that settles it."