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The Loaded frost at early moru Gleams wbitely o'er the stubble, Aud past the caves at night is homo The north wind' wail of tronhle ; lint shines the earth with raddy light, The board Is gay and cheery, And household mirth is flowing bright Hound hearts forlorn and weary. How dark soe'er the world path be, How vexing earthly clamor, To-day the sunbeams goldenly Tonr down a heavenly glamour. The warring voloea coase, or blend In chords of solemn sweetness, While harvest authems seek the friend Who gives the year completeness. For tender spring, for summer s wealth, For autumn's royal splendor, For hones of peaoe, for joy and health, Thanksgivings full we render ; Aud age with winter's sifted snow Meets childhood's snnny weather : The seasons come, the seasons go, Aud all are glad together. LEFTENANT JIM." A STORY OP THANKSaiVINO DAY. Time About 11 o'clock, a. m. of a November morning, liiGS a dead sky above nud a dead earth beneath, aa they are Been in dreams. TJaco A lity'o creek wedged in be tween two high banks, and alow rickety bridgo ovur the crock, whose three-foot depth of water was filmed with ice ; water whose keeping ripples had not been wakem d by the sun. Person A shabby, scarcrow sort of mau bending over the rail, leaning the while on his arm. The figure hardly seemed a man. Its once black hat of felt was rusty-b tied, and haggled with gashes, out of which sprouted thin b inches of jet black hair. The brim wis pulled down, front and rear. The coat, once part of a nobby summer suit, was dirty, stained by rain, bleached by s tine, and trimmed with holes, the scut tling leaks of unostentatious ill-fortune. iue repose of man and nature was suddenly and sharply ended. A tuneless whistle broke out behind one of the banks a feeble, wavering spirit of hor rible discord such a sound as only a little lxy can make with cheeks and lips. The man turned his head a litUo. Through the air sailed a speck. It dropped upon the arm of the lounger. It was a stone. It hurts, for the man stood erect, uttered an oath, and turned his face to the road down which now trudged a small boy. The - youngstei an J the whistle stopped as they reached the bridge. The face ' frightened the bov. It was thin, haggar 1, and savage, with a black board of a fortnight'? growth, aud wild eyes that f-howed by their setting how hunger had crowded them back and pinched the nose and checks ; not a ciujI face, all in all, but one made pitiable by hopelessness and stirvation. " You young rascal, " he 6aid, catch -ing the little fellow and giving him a gentle shako ; " I've a good mind to drop you into the river and let the minnows fight for yon. What did you hit me for, eh The captive, more frightened than hurt, yelled at the first touch, and then bay-fashion, dropped to tears. "What did you mean ? " asks the man, suddenly softening in temper and speeoh, and putting his hand, with kindly touch, on the little fellow's head. "I didn't mean nothiu'," sobbed the child. ' I Iwas only trvin to whisiV." "Ha! ha! That was" it, eh? You made a very bad note in yonr tunc, don't you know ? You pegged me with a stone. The stone hurt, hurt even a fellow like me." " I didn't mean to," says the child. " Of course not. I know that new. You couldn't see me. I'll apologize. Now stop crying, cheer up, call it even, and let's bo friends I Is it a bargain ? " But the sobs would come up and the tears fill the eyes. The boy had sprung a leak and seemed likely to sink. The man became nervous. lie might fright en a grown-up fellow, nud enjoy the victory ; but as to thia child we'll ! he was heartily ashamed of himself. So he tried the strategy of wealth. Re thrust one hand into the ruins of a pock et. It worked about therein like the scoop of a dredge. It came to the en trace, full of debris. "Hoe here, little one ! " he cries, get ting down upon his knees, aud spreading his collection upon the boards. "Just look here ! Isn't this 'brio-a-brae, as they call it ? " That's a brass button useless for want of a button-hole. That comb I'll keep for my party-going hair, Yes ! I kuow you have one. That's to bacco, but you don't chew. This fat jaok-knife is uo good, for it will not cut. I only keep it because it shuts up when I want to talk. Ufth ! Don't touch that ! for it's vile tobacco. Here's a key to a house I never owned. Let me see I That, I guess, is bread done up in tobacco. We'll "cast that upon the waters, pitching it mto the creek. Wheat the last of my crops. StrinR you can't eat that and there's not enough for a kite. Ah ' Hero we have it " the sad remains of an ill-spent life " and ho floppo 1 in the palin of hid hand a dingy live-cent pieco. Jow sonny, wring out your eyes, stop crying, make friends with me, and the money is yours for candy or the miaaionary-box, as you choose. Is it a bargain ( " The boy's eyea brightened. He swal lowed his sobs, put out liia hand, took the money and said "Thank you!" His captor laughed. "That's the way of the world, Johnny, boy. You can always buy silence for grief. Remember that, when you como to make your will. As I've paid you for five cents' worth of misery, show me the candy store I" He had said all this in a grave way, just as if he were talking to some one who could understand him; and the boy had looked on just as if he did not (which was the fact) compre hend what was meant. But " candy store " were two words of one meaning for him, and he became a guide where, heretofore, he had not even followed. It's at Winscom," he said. " And where is that, my cherub ?" " Over the hill there. I was going to it when yon cotched me. " "Tut! tnt! Don't say cotched! Say caught !" "Caught!" "Excellent. Now I'm going to Winscom. Somebody in it owes me a big dinner for not giving me my break fast. Will your royal littleness that is to say, Johnny, will you ride?" "Where's your horses?" asks the boy. "In my boots, infant! Oh, you nredn look for them. They're sure to be out at the toes, when you want 'em. Don't be afraid. I'm a tramp, and I'm hungry; but I don't eat little boys. Steady, now, sit on my shoulder I" With a laugh, and a whistle as sharp as a mocking-bird's, he swnng the child to his shoulder, settled him firmly and moved slowly and with labored steps over the road to Winscom, his rider aglow the wnile with boyish exultation, and chirruping like a jockey. " Let me down !" shouts the boy, as they arrive in the ontekirts of Wins com. I live in that house. Oh, papa ! papa !" A bare-headed man, standing with his back to the road, looked around, and then came hurriedly to the gate. His boy in the possession of a ragged strang er gave him a fright. "Here you! What are you doing with my son ?" he demanded. " Rob, get down this minute. Ain't yon ashamed of yourself ?" "He ought to be," answered the trump, as he swung the boy to the walk. "He ought to be. The Lord knows I'm ashamed of myself. But, sir, we can't all be Vanderbilts. I'm no inten tion of stealing your son. I gave him a lift because I liked him. Good-morn-ti g I'" and with a downward jerk front and rear to the brims of his shabby old hat and punching his hands into shabby old pockets, this woeful vagabond went -unfiling away against the raw wind and dc wn the leaf-carpeted street. The respectable citizen, for balf a minute, seemed puzzled, and leaned over the gate, shading his eyea with his hands, though there was no sun, and inattentive to the story which the urchin at his legs was pouring out. '" I'll swear it's he," he says at last. "It's Jim. I'd know him among a thou sand." Then, half opening the gate, he called out: " Leftenant P The figure proceeded without a re sponsive motion. , " Leftenant Jim !" That time it was a shout. It was heard. The tramo halted, whirled half about, touched his hat involun tarily, shook his head angrily, call ed himself an idiot, whirled about and went on his way at a more rapid pace than he had shown during the day and all regardless of the recall of " Leftenant ! Leftenant ! "That was the dear old call of the dear old boys; and it is Belden, by all that a great, he says, naif pleased with the recall, aud yet half angry at discov ery. " But why can't I be left alone and utterly lost to all who knew me be fore f became a. a tramp ?" and the last word came out with an emphasis that snowed an agony of shame: y d kill myself if I dared. Ah, if I dared. Bah ! I'm hungry. No breakfast, and here it is high noon by the sun, ' Lef tenant Jim,' if you want something to eat or drink, you must beg for it, yon hero of lunacy, you miserable vagabond, you outcast, yon pauper." He was not joking with himself when he brought out these last words. He was snmberlv mad. At the same time he was so full of shameful hesitation at the inevitable course that ho would have to pursue in order to get a meal, that he abandoned the main street and sought tho shelter of the underbrush by the river, that he might think over the matter. Meantime Belden had run into the house for his hat. " Wife," he cried ; " Sis, both of you, listen ! I ve just seen Leftenant Jim. I am going out to catch him, confound him. "Bring him to dinner, Charlie I says both of them iu one voice, for they had heard of this friend for years. But when Rob told his little adventure, and described his morning s companion. they rather hoped the lieutenant might not be cangut. Up into the village raced Belden. He had missed his man on the road. At the drug store, at the tavern, at the grocery, he demanded "Have you seen 'Lef tenant Jim?'" No one had seen him; but few, apparently had heard of him. At the postoffice the crowd of loungers were just as ignorant, just as indifferent as were those at the other resorts. More than, that, some of them asked for in formation as to the ofnoer s identity It was then that Belden became an im age of wrath, that he glared with fierce eyes, that he smote his bands and snap ped his fingers in indignation. "Who is Leftenant Jim? Nice men you are. I've told you forty times, but I'll tell you again. I'll tell you who he wus and and, thanks to a grateful oountry ! what he is. He was a soldier without fear, a hero un honored, and a sergeant without promotion, save by his comrades and I was one of them. It was plain private Jim, who got six bul lets in his body for picking up his com pany's flag and holding it until the ene my had to tear it from him iu strips and make his body a bnllet poucb. It was Corporal Jim who with four men captured a six-pounder at Chancellorsville and fought it until only Jim was left. It was Sergeant Jim who, in the Wilderness, while waiting under fire for orders to advance, left the ranks, picked up a shell that lay with burning fuse not ten feet from him, carried it to a mud-puddle and threw it in. It was then the boys made him leftenant. And two hours later it was this same leften ant whs fought like a demon over the body of his wounded colonel, and got two saber cuts as his reward for saving his man. He wanted to die, he said, but couidn't get kiiled. That's a little of what he was. To-day I've seen him I thought he was dead and he is a tramp, gentlemen, a miserable vaga bond, with clothes too mean for a scavenger, and without food enough in" sido of him to keen his skin in place. Qive him something to eat if he asks it. and you 11 feed a hero. As for me, he is to me as a brother. My home shall be his home, if I can find him." Hay ing delivered this speech, he pet out once more in search of his friend. Poor Jim, crouching in the brash. weary and cold, had dozed a little at first. Then he began to chew basswood buds and wondered, as he munched, how and where, he should get his dinner. He disliked to venture out of his place of concealment, for he feared Belden more than he ever feared an enemy. In all his vagabondage he had 'never yet asked for more costly charity than a drink of water. He had worked when he could get anything to do, and earned his money, the last of which had gone to the boy. He had avoided towns be cause their people were inhuman, giv ing strangers no chance. But he was in Winscom the great city lay only a dozen miles away and he must eat though he begged for it, and was turned from door after door. He rose to his feet, every motion caus ing him pain, and came out into an open lot. The wind had freshened since morning. The skies had darkened, and dashes of fine snow gave signs of a bad night. Adown the long street into which he emerged not a person was to be seen. A dull town, thought the lieu tenant, forgetting that its men went to the city. Then he made a circuit to avoid Belden, and to escape groups of people. He began his disagreeable task at a diagonal point of the town from where he started. At three houses the door was shut in his face before his request for food was half spoken. The " Leften ant" swore at this sort of treat ment. That was natural enough for a hungry man who had been a hero ; but everybody did not know his record. Of course not, and they would never hear of it from his lips. Moody and despair ing, he prepared for what he resolved should be his last request. A hand some cottage was before him. It was well-ughted, for the dusk was falling. He pushed up his hat on oneside and pulled it down on the other, that it might have a more jaunty look. He took that trouser leg out of his boot and de posited iu his pocket the string which had belted his coat. Those little alter ations did not change his appearance much, but they softened some of the outlines. His timid knock at the back door was answered by a buxom Irish girl. As the door opened, there rushed out the fragrant incense of roasting turkey. "lam hungry," he began. "I've had nothing to eat to-day." The door began to close. He put his hand against it. "lor heaven 8 sake give me tume- thing, if it's not more than a crust of bread ! " It was the hero "LieuUr V Jim" who was pleading for just a i. mouth fu's. The door opeued a littler " Ye're a hard-looking traoi; 'are, said the girl. f " I know it, admitted the li luant. " And the mistress is mighty ticu lar," continued the girl. " Th? ,t one of ye's we fed just ran away il the shpoou, though, to be sure it Ss an ould iron one. Ye's a mighty nly fel low." " Perhaps. But I don't steal," as serted the ex-soldier. " Now think a minute ! I've eaten nothing to-day. Give me a bit of something. I'll eat it in the back yard anywhere." " Well, come in," said the girl doubt fully. "I'll take my chances. There, set in that chair and don't ehpake a wur rud." She bustled around and soon handed him a plate loaded with cold meat and bread, a generous slice of butter on the edge, and a bowl of milk to keep the food company. " Pitch in now !" she ordered. " You tind to your business and I'll tiud to mine, but no thavery." Dinner had not been served. He heard the hum of distant conversation and little bursts of laughter in a distant room. Now and then some one 6truck a piano. The lieutenant's keen eyes swept the kitchen and the pantry. Be fore him was a wealth of pies. A pot of coffee on the stove bubbled up its in cense. The turkey sizzled and crackled in the oven. Dishes of apples and nuts and raisins were upon the long table. Everything betokened "nusual festivi ties. A party ?" he eaid, nodding toward the front part of the house. "Thanksgiving day I" was the senten tious reply, "Ah! so it is. IbadforgoMenit.lt is a day not down iu my almanac." The girl stopped as if . to say some thing, but changed her mind and went on with her work. A door opened aud a little fairy of a girl perhaps six years old came iu to the room. She stood with her hands be hind her, and watched the "man " eat. His plate was nearly empty. He felt like one intoxicated. " Were you ever hnngry, little one '" ho asked of the miss, scraping the last crumbs off his plate. " Lots of times ; but never so hun gry as you. And I don't eat iu the kitchen." 'Nor I, either, always; but I like it." said the lieutenant, rubbing his month on the back of his hand in lieu of a napkin. " In fact, it'B fine." " Don't ye's talk too much now, Miss Laura !" ordered Bridget, kneeling to baste the turkey. The small girl shrug ged her shoulders and pouted. Is yon really a tramp ?" asks Laura', cofljjng a little nearer. ."'A first-class one," says the lieuten ant. " look at my boots," and he bal- k " They's real funny. They's laugh 'Tpg,'" said the child, stooping oyer to Mudy the chasms in the toes. " Don't your papa wear such boots ?" inquired the man. . . "I ain't got no papa," the girl re plied. " Nor I," laughed the tramp, but the child was very sober. " My name's Laura, what's your name ?" she asked, a moment later. " My name ?" said the lieutenant, his face becoming very grave. " My name ? I haven't any. I lost it long ago." " Did anybody find it ?" was the ques tion sagely propounded. She stood close to him now, one hand on his knee, and wistfully looking up into his face. A something he saw in it overcame him, and he bowed his head, in his hands. " " Don't be imperent !" said Bridget. "Lave the man alone ! I think you'd better be going, sir." The leftenant raised his head. "I think so, too." He looked again into the child's face-stooped down and kissed her. "My hat!" he demanded, sharply, as he turned away. It was near the dining-room door, where Bridget's dress had swept it. He stooped to pick it up. At the same in ttant the door opened and a handsome woman, richly dreesed and not more than thirty years of age, stood iu the door way. As he rose his face looked into hers. His hat dropped from his hand and he staggered back..l " O God !" he cried. V It is Marian." A quick cry of surprise and joy came from the lips of the woman. Sue placed her hands on bis shoulders and gazed lovingly and mutely into his face. The man's head slowly drooped. " Husband, look at me I" she cried, catching his hands in hers. "I cannot, I dare not. See what I am 1 Remember what I was to you," he said. "Always my husband, James, aud always forgiven." "Always your husband ?" standing erect and with a wild vigor in his atti tude." " Marian, I heard that the law had freed yon from me, because I struck yon when I was drunk, aud iu my shame deserted you when I was sober." " It was all false. I have waited for you for five long years. I knew you would come back some day. Now you are here. Poor, poor husband ! How you must have suffered ! Come with me! Laura, child, come! The back way is clear." Still he hung back. " I am not fit," he said. " I am forever disgraced. Let me go away and come bock again some time when I am no longer a tramp." "James, this is Thanksgiving Day. It is our day, if anybody's. You must come. You are uo longer a tramp, thank God I Come ! It is home again for all of us ;" end putting her arms around her husband she led him out of the room and out of his bondage. An hour later the tramp sat at his wife s table as a gentleman, dressed in black clothes, his hair trimmed, his beard cut in civilized shape. The trans formation was complete. To his wife, her father, her brother and her brother's wife, he told, after grace, the story of his self-imposed exile, of the shame aud remorse which had followed him for years, of the strange faith which had brought him back that night to the presence of one whom he had supposed to be a thousand miles away, and for ever lost to him. Happy ! No home ever knew keener i'oy than waited upon thia reunion ; no tome ever had such pathos at its Thank s giving dinner. Of all his heroism none was nobler than that which made " Lef tenant Jim " once more a husband and father the heroism of confessing and regretting the greatest wrong of his life. Sicilian Brigands. The Sicilian authorities have uo easy task in attempting to suppress brigand age, even after they have caught their brigands. At Palermo recently twenty three bandits were put upon trial, being cooped up iu an iron cage. So frightened were the people of the neighborhood that only twenty jurors out of a panel of fifty appeared, and when eight of the convicted prisoners were being removed in a van, the van by remarkable coin cidence broke down at a lonely plaoe on the road, and the three most formidable ruffians escaped, two of whom had been sentenced for fourteen crimes, including murders and kidnapping. In Distress. A ioliceman was passing down Rich mond street last Wednesday afternoon when ho heard a woman's voice lifted iuhigh lamentation; opening the wicket, he strode up to th door, where a wo man was lying prone on the steps, be dewing the rubber foot-mat with her briny tears. " What is the matter, mam ?" he said, gently. " Ooh, boo, oo h ?" said the stricken female. " Now, don't take ou so," said the club carrier, with tremulous gentleness; "tell me what is the matter." " Oh, I, I'm, a a ooh, oo h !"'aud she wept afresh and copiously. " Why, my dear, dear madam," said the officer, "what great sorrow has blighted your life and drove the sun shine from your happy home ? Where fore are yon thus cast down into the depths of anguish ? Why are the foun tains of your being broken up, and your beantious eyes become springs from which the aqueous fluid" " Get out, you brute ! ooey, ooh, o o h, boo-hoo." The sympathetic officer was non plussed. He backed off a step or two, and, as his great heart throbbed in sympathy with bo much suffering, he could but make one more effort at com fort. ," Madam," said he, and as he spoke his yt)ice grew husky with emotion; " madam, I sympathize with you from the.bottom of my heart, and, while yon do not seem disposed to trust me, yet if there is anything in the round world I can do to lift this sorrow from your heart, let me do it. I assure you it is no idle curiosity. I would be your friend. I will avenge your wrongs, and the services of one loyal and true are yours if yon will accept them. I would not pry into that which does not con cern me, but I know that some great sorrow is upon you, and gently, tender ly would I raise the pall that hangs about your life, dress the wounds that have been opened in your tender heart, and pour the balsam of consolation over the" He did not notice in. his vehemence that the woman had stealthily risen, but she had, and, launching the foot mat full in his face, she said: " Get out o' this, you mean old blatherskite ? You're meaner than that old guardian in this dime novel who wouldn't let his niece marry the hand some trappex. If I want to cry about what I read it's none o your business." Two blocks away the policeman flicked a bootblack off the sidewalk by the ear, aud muttered: " If women ain't the curusest-built animals in the world, kill me for a fool." Cincinnati Brcakfant Table. Divorce in Other Lands, An Arab may divorce his wife on the slightest occasion. So easy and so com mon is the practice that Bnrckhardt as sures us that he has seen Arabs not more than forty-five years of age who were known to have had titty wives, yet they rarely have more than one at a time. By the Mohammedan law a man may divorce his wife orally and without any ceremony ; he pays her a portion, gener ally one-third of her dowry. He may divorce her twice and take her again without her consent, but if he put her away by a triple divorce conveyed in the same sentence, he cannot receive her again until she has been married and divorced by another husband. By the Jewish law it appears that a wife could not divorce her husband ; but under the Mohammedan code, for cruelty and some other causes she may divorce him. Among the Hindoos, and also among the Chinese, a husband may divorce his wife upon the slightest ground, or even, without assigning any reason. She is under the absolute control of her hus band. The law of France, before the revolu tion, following the judgment of the Catholic church, made marriage indis soluble, but during the early revolution ary period divorce was permitted at the pleasure of tho parties when incompati bility of temper was alleged. The Code Napoleon restricted tlu'H.liberty. On the restoration of the Bourbons a law was promulgated, May 8, 1816, declaring divorce to be abolished ; that all suits then pending for divorce by mutual con Bent should be void, and such is now the I law of France. Albany Law Journal. Burglars and Defaulter, The New York correspondent of the Troy Times says: The amount of loss inflicted on our bauks by burglars is really small when compared with that due to internal fraud. There has been, indeed, during my owu memory, aperies of defalcations in the banks of rfia city which would make a ImrglurV mouth water, since in but one case was there any punishment. Here are a few figures American exchange bank, pay'g teller. 90,000 l ultou bank, cannier s son 5,t;uo Ocean bank, paying toller HO, 000 Orocorrt' bink, aHitant ca.-ihier 60 000 Tradenman't bank, bonk-keu)xr 10,000 Merchants' exchange bank, cashier. . . OOO.Oofl City bank, book-keeper 400,000 The entire capital of the Atlantic bank (8300,000) was embezzled by its cashier, and this was the only instance in which a sentence was incurred. The bauk of the State of New York lost $500,000 by the fraud of its officers, who retained the plunder with perfect immunity. Every blade of grass in the field is measured ; the green cups and the color ed crowns of every flower are curiously counted ; the stars of the firmament wheel in cunningly calculated orbits ; even the storms have their lawB. The Old Maid or Athens. , Rome where you will and man is falno ; His Spain may be most dire When once he has a Belfast, he Will shortly of her Tj re. Pekiu this Brest and yon will so" That We of Man most dearly, And yet Issy this Dublin plan Will Bonen ns quite cloarly. Heed not, oh, maid, the sighs and Wale Of man, or else forlorn yon Will rne the time, when feet erect, He'll pniT his Sweden scorn you. 1 hough yon be Hungary for love, There's Norway that yon can ljyana thing that's safe to do With such a brute as man. Kmjmt FitlO. Items of Interest, Ode to a five-hundred-dollar sealskin cloak : " Thou art so dear and yet so fur." The Waco Examiner estimates the wheat crop of Texas this year at 12,000,- 000 bushels. A lisping young lady said she hoped to get married before she was old as "MithThuthelah." Lawyers are never more earnest than when they work with a will that iB, if the estate is valuable. A boy who went after chestnuts on Sunday, broke the Sabbath, his righjfc leg and his suspenders. Sam " John, do you think my poetry makes music?" Jolm "Don't know, Sam, but it makes me sick." , To a young man struggling with a a still younger mustucho, the "darkest hour is just before the down." I will listen to any one's conviction?, but pray keep your doubts to yourself, 1 have plenty of my own. Goethe, In a discussion on cremation at a London club a member is credited with the argument: "We earn our Hying, why Should we not urn our dead ?" A sewing machine agent, who was very ill, being told that he must prepare to pay the debt of nature, wanted to know if it oouldn't be paid on the monthly in stalment plan. " Is your master up?" asked an early visitor of a nobleman's valet. "Yes, sir, "'.answered the valet, with great in nocence ; " the butler and I carried him up about three o'clock." Twelve thousand different works hav' been published in regard to the Ameri can war. A good deal of this war litera ture first saw the light in Europe, but the bulk appeared in the United States. A chamoic, with red eyes, white horiiH aud hoofs, and a snowy-white fleece, i among the curiosities of the Zooplastio museum at Soleure. It is the second specimen found in the Alps in thirt years. Not over one person in three has lc of equal length, aud eveiy man shoui be posted on the relative length of h ; limbs that he may know which one f use for short and which one for loi kicking. A young husband who was advised I his wife to put on his overcoat to w down town one cold morning, compl: with her request by pinning a p&v ti ket on the lappei ot his underco; She could not see through it. " What," asks a corresponds "causes the hair to fall out?'' Bet. we answer we must know whether v are married or single. This is import to a true understanding of the cas Keokuk Conntitution. French papers state that Gambet i about to marry a widow with a fortu' $8,000,000. If the right-angled everlasting truth wore told it v probably be that he was about to u. a fortnue of $8,000,000 with a widov "Do you make any reduction . minister ?" said a yoimg lady to ft t man. "Always. Are you a mini? wife?" "Oh no I am not marri said the lady, blushing. - "Dan.'?! theu?" "No." The tradesman lo. puzzled. " I am engaged to a thet.; cal student," said she. The redu--was made. lsdlan Spirit oalKts. Tue natives of the Marquesa ibi are reported to be ppiritualists of most uncompromising sort. They T that they are always surrounded spirits, which, or whom, thoy.d'-" fear so long ad it iu dayl'g'ut. A as it is darkj however, they are in tal dread of ghosts, never ventmi alone. Then they go in pairs, fours, fives or sixes, imagining ti alone, bad spirits may seize upon ; carry them o&' easily and suddenly, is supposed that such Bpirits are search of human sacrifices which t! were unable to procure while iu,' flesh. When a native dies, his turns into a ghost, it j's thought, anJ turns to the place where he has 1 If he trit can find no human i ficc, he is" obliged to depart to 1 nique, the wildest and most sterile i the islands, and from tut lOleap iui sea. As he can never c y'1ack to t this is the close of hi Jhostly c The natives also hav.Vniediums claim to have power to summon kis 1 trol spirits, and an they are hit superstitious, the mediums thci here, do a good business. The are usually tho mediums, aud the v pi et all the mysteries of the uiv world to me ignorant laiiy. ine v great professions of -sanctity, i the poor savages exactly as they and are never exposed as Hir posters.
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