VOL. LIV. PROFESSIONAL CARDS OF BELLEFONTE. C. T. Alexander! CTM. ilower. A LKXANDKR A BOWER, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office In Garman's new building. JOHN B. LINN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Allegheny Street. QLEMENT DALE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Northwest corner of Diamond. YOCUM A: HASTINGS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Street, opposite F.rst National Hank. M. C. HEINLE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Practices in all the courts of Centre County. Spec al attention to CoUectlous. Consultations In German or English. II.BUR F. REEDER, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. All bus'ness promptly attendei to. Collection of claims a speciality. jTX Beaver. J. W. Gepliart. JGEAVEK & GEPHART, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Alleghany Street, North of High. A. MORRISON, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Office on Woodrlng's Block, Opposite Court Hou-e. JQ~S. KELLER, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BELLEFONTE, PA. Consultation* In English or German. Office in LyouS Building. Allegheny Street. JOHN G. LOVE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office in the rooms formerly occupied by the late w. p. Wilson. BUSINESS CARDS OF MILLHEIM, &. A. STURGIS, DEALER IN Watches, Clocks. Jewelry. Silverware, Ac. Re pairing neatly and promptly don • and war ranted. Main Street, opposite Bank, M llheim, Pa. ~A O DEIXINGER, NOTARY PERLIC. SCRIBNER AND CONVEYANCER, MI LLHEIM, PA. All business en'rusted to him. such as writing and acknowledging Deeds, Mortgages Releas- s, Ac., will be executed with neatness and dis patch. Office on Main Street. XT H.TOM Li XSOy, * DEALER IN ALL KINDS OF Groceries, Notions, Drugs. Tobaceos, figurs, Fine Confectloae j ies and everything in the line of a flret-class 1 >rocery store, country Produce i aken in exchange for goods. —Main St eet, opposite bank. Ml lhelm. Pa. r\AVID I. BROWN, MANUFACTURER AND DEALER IN TINWARE, STOVEPIPES, Ac., SPOUTING A SPECIALTY. Shop on Main Street, two houses east of Bank, Millhelm, Peuna. T EISENHUTH, * J ESTIi'E OF THE PEACE, MILLHEIM, PA. All business promptly attended to. m collection of claims a specialty. Office opposite Elsenhutn's Drug store. AsljbSEß & SMITH, DEALERS IN Hardware. Stoves, Oils, Paints, Glass, Wa Paper.-, coach Trimmings, and saddieiy Ware, Ac,. Ac. All grades of Patent Wheels. Corner of Main and Penn Street-, Millhelm, Penna. ~T A COB WOLF, FASHIONABLE TAII.OR, MILLIIEIM, PA. Cutting a Specialty. shop next door to Journal Book Store. • BANKING CO., MAIN STREET, MILLHEIM, PA. A. WALTER, Cashier. DAV. KRAPE, Pres. HARTER, AUCTIONEER, REBERSBURG, FA. Satisfaction Guaranteed, ' " ■*=*- (The pillfcettt SUntnutl WIIKN ALL THE WOULD IS YOUNG When all the world is young. lad, And all the trees are green. And every goose a swan, lad. And every lass a queen. Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away, Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad. And nil the trees are browu, Aud all the sport is stale, lad. And all the wheels run down. Cr ep home, and take your placo there, The spent and maimed among ; (hid grant you hud one face there You loved when you were vouug. • My Punishment. I am not yet thirty years old, but my liaii is streaked with gray, my heart lies like ice iu my bosom, aud my life seems only a long, dreary waste —-a punishment. Ah, if uiy siu was great, 1 was sorely tempted, and my punishment only end with my life. When was it I first loved my cousin Kale? It might have been when aunt Barrie offered her soft cheek out of a bundle of flannel for my boy lips to kiss the baby. I was wealthy, my father having left uie a fortune when I was six years old, that had been uursed carefully by my conscien tious guardian till it nearly trebled iu value wheu i came of age. Aunt, my mother's sister, had only the smallest income from her dead husbaud's estate, aud lived iu a cottage not far from the great house that would be my home wheuever I choose to occupy it. My own mother had died when I was a baby, and all home affection iu my heart centered in aunt and cousin Kate. Yet it never was a brotherly love I gave Kate after 1 was old enough to think of my own home aud future happiness. 1 knew that my beautiful house would be to me desolate and empty if Kate refused to share it with me, aud although she laughed at me if I made love to her, 1 nev er ceased to hope uutil Girard Hopkiasou came to Bartou. He was, without exception, the hand somest man I ever saw. Yet he was with out a dollar in the world excepting his sal ary as cleik iu my guardian's manufactory, the Gordon Mills. I had been all winter visiting my graud mother, who had written me a most im ploring letter, begging to see me once more before she died, aud seeming so heart broken whenever I proposed to leave her, that I remained until she died early in May. I had left Barton in Novem'ner, and just one week after my departure Girard llop kiuson came to take a position in my guar dian's counting house. There was nothing of the snob about John Gordon, my guardian, and finding Ids new clerk to be a gentleman, he invited hun to his own house, and introduced him to Barton society. Everywhere be met Kate, the belle of Barton by universal consent. W hen I came home in May aunt told me that Guard and Kate were engaged. 1 will not dwell on what I suffered. My whole life seemed to me a blank, but I had no word or thought of blame for Kate. 1 liid my pain as best 1 could. Aunt knew all, for my heart had been an open book for her loving eyes all my life, and when we were all together she accepted my attentions matter of course, leav ing the lovers to*take care of each other. To aunt only I confided my plans for opening my own house in tne winter, and she consented to come and share my home after Kate's marriage. In October 1 went away to nerve myself by absence for the wedding, aud to pur chase many additions to the modest trous seau aunt was ranking for my cousin. It was like a thunderclap to me when my guardiau wrote to me that Girard had robbed him. "It was a very clev r forgery, 1 ' he wrote, "and it has been 'raced directly to Hop kiiisou. Evans, who has been with me tliirty years, has my perfect confidence, detected the forgery, and traced it up. Of course Hopkiuson denies it, but it is too clear a case. Still, for his father's sake, I shall not prosecute him. He is the sn of one of my dearest friends—dead many years—and s pared this disgrace. I have discharged Girard, of course, and he has left Barton, but I shall keep the whole af fair secret. 1 have told your aunt aud cousin—no oue else." Rate knew then. My heart ached for her, for I knew she loved Girard, even as 1 loved her. I wrote to aunt, and received letter after letter, telling me of Kates's grief, and her firm faith in her lover's innocence. The weary winter passed, and Kate's health failed, in her pain and humilia tion. All Barton knew of her engagement, but no one knew the cause ot her lover's deser tion, 83 that there was the bitterness of ap pearing to be jilted in addition to the bur den of knowing the truth. I was shocked when I returned to Bar ton to see the shadow of my bright beauti ful cousin in the pale languid girl who greeted me with sisterly affection. I consulted our old doc! or privately, aud he strongly advised "change of scene." "bhe is fretting here," said he, "and everythings reminds her of her faithless laver. If she went away for a year, she would come back herself again. Armed with this opinion I laid siege to aunt, and the result was that we went abroad, no time being set for our return. It was a labor of love with me to win my cousin back to cheerfulness, and if 1 was lover like in my attentions I was at least sincere in my devotion. I believed Girard to be a forger, one who had robbed not only his employer, but his friend, and 1 honestly held the opinion that Kate's happiness would be best secured if she could forget him. With this conviction and my own love, 1 hold myself blameless that I tried to win Kate's heart, even though I knew I never could be first there. Yet it was two years before I ventured to ask Kate to be my wife. We were in Paris when she put her hand in mine, saying— "You know all. I will be your true faithful wife, since you love me in spite of ! knowing that my heart was giving to Gir- I ard." MILLIIKIM, I'A., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 2. 1880. There was no reason to delay our wed ding. and I made every preparation to be marneu on the 12tb of May, and sail for home early in June. Aunt banished me to another hotel for a week before the ceremony, to have K ale's undivided attention In the trouaneau , ami other details of the wedding, for wo had utany friends invited, ami had resolved to have a grand breakfast after the return from ehureh. On the 11th of May 1 received a letter from my guardian, lie wrote: "MY DKAK BOY, —You will be as glad as 1 was to hear that Girard is an innocent man. 1 cannot be too thankful that 1 nev er ojH'nly accused him of the forgery. Evans died last week —committed suicide, lie has been robbing me systematically ever since 1 took him into my full confi dence. The forgery was committed to cover a loss by speculation, but he has gone on from one venture to another until dis covery was inevitable, and suicide seemed his only escape, lie left a full confession, ami fortunately 1 knew whereto tiud llop kiusou. I wrote to him at once, and hu is now in Barton in Evans place, and with his salary. Neeil 1 say he is still faithful to Kate' I enclose his letter to her." There it lay, the letter that was to des troy my whole scheme of happiness. 1 put Girard s letter unopened into the flames of the gas burner, ami watched it burn to ashes. Then 1 folded away my guardian's letter which had some business details I intended to copy before destroying it. What excuse could 1 make for delaying our return to Barton? Worn out already by mental excitement I left that questiou open, uudecided whether to take aunt into uiy confidence in eo far as to tell her ot Uirard's return to Barton. I heard more than one comment upou my pale tace at the wedding breakfast, but everything passed OH well, and Kate was my wife. With Kate my own I had thought to defy fortune to injure me, but before the honeymoon was over I knew that my wife would be dutiful and faithful, but never loving. We had been married nearly two months, when one morning Kate came into the room of our Loudon hotel, where 1 sat reading. Upou one pretext and another I had de layed our return to Barton, and we had been some weeks in London. 1 looked up as Kate came in, and her ghastly face aud set lips absolutely fright ened me. Before I conid speak, she held out to me my guardian's letter. "You asked me to clear up your table drawer," she said, aud this was folded in another paper, but so that I read one line Kiirard is an innocent man!' Then i read the letter. 1 only ask you one ques tion—did it reach you before we were married?" 1 could not lie to her, with her eyes riv eted on my face. "Before," I said. "Aud you destroyed the inclosure?" "Yes." She uttered no reproach. She simply put the letter on a table be side me, and left the room. But it killed her. For months she faded away, coldly duti ful to me, gently affectionate to her mother, but crushed by the weight of her misery. Her only hope of happiness was gone when her quiet affection for me turned" to bitter contempt, and I faltered in every at tempt to wiu back even the dull semblance of love she hat! tried to show me. I am writing this m my own home at Barton. Kate's dying wish was to be buried here, and we brought her home to place her be side her father in Barton cemetery. Yesterday the coffin that held my heart was lowered into the grave. Aunt knows all; she has forgiven me. and will share my home. It was her hand that burned the fata! letter, and no one has questioned us about it. My guardian has the idea it reached me after my marriage, and Girard shares this belief. But I know that my treachery has killed the only woman I ever loved, and that my Life will be one long agony of remorse. The Sugar Meet and Its Product*. It is not generally known that very vigorous efforts are in progress to introduce sugar-making from the beet. The JState ot Deleware has a commission organized to award premiums to farmers for raisiug crops of the sugar-beet, seven premiums aggregating S4OO being awarded for crops of 16 tons of roots per acre and over, and seven smaller premiums for crops of 4 to 16 tons per acre, The Delaware Beet- Sugar Company has a large factory 56 by 142 feet, intended to work up the crop of the present year, and has contracted for the produce of 400 acres, in addition to 114 acres grown by the company. During last year eleven farms at tempted the cultivation, and the official report ot the quantities grown shows that the product ranged from 7\ tons to 26 tons to the acre, five of them exceeding 16 tons, and that the calculated product of sugar per acre ranged from 1,407 pounds, the lowest, to 4,468, pounds, the highest. Seven of the farms exeeeked 2,400 pounds of sugar per acre. The percentage of sugar was also high, in all but three cases exceeding 10 per ceut. The percent age of sugar increases if the gathering of the roots is delayed ; those pulled in Au gust yielding 5£ per cent.; in September, 8 6 10 per cent., and in October, 8 98-100 per cent. ■J he Razor Clam. When the tide Is out, one may find the razor-fisli, so called because the shell re sembles the handle of a razor. If laid Hold of suddenly, the chances are that be fore he can be drawt out lie will slip out of his shell, leaviug that empty iu the hand, while the "soul and essence" of him has gone down half a fathom intothesand. Yet lie is not more slippery than many an individual, who, when pressed to do some magnanimous deed in behalf of the com munity, slips out of his shell, and, losing the grip, you can no more lind the soul and essence of him than you can find the soul of this razor- fish, which has gone deep into the muck and sand. In - either instance, the empty shell is the only sign of the thing wanted. tie W*utel Oleomargarine. Uilhooly strolled into his grocer's estab lishment recently just us that distinguished statesman WAS opening a keg of golden tinted oleomargarine. "That looks uiee. It's genuine butter, I suppose: none of your bogus stuff?" queried Gilliooly. Now, this WAS a loading question. The grocer wanted the worst to sell some of that oleomargarine to Gilliooly, so he spoke up at. once: "Of course it is butter. Just look at the Iwautiful golden hue only lound in dairy butter. It makes one think of cows and buffer-cups, just to look at ii—don't it now?" "But is it butter ?" "Is It butter? Why, of course it is. Some people are so suspicious they won't believe butter is butter unless they take it out of the churn themselves. Man alive! just smell it. Don't it make you think you are rolling in fresh-mown hay? You can just taste the buttermilk it you try." "But is it butter ?" He had to he or lose a customer. When that issue was squarely put it would have been commercial suicide to have hesitated, so he came right out like a little man and said it was butter. "Butter /rom cow's unlk?" "Yes," "Then,'' said Gilliooly', A<* a sad smile pasted over his features, "then I dou't want it. Cow's butter is no longer fash ionable. I wanted some of this oleomar garine, made, you kuow, of axle-grease, tecond-hanil tallow, aud mucilage, that looks like butter, but contains the organism of a new kind of tape worm. I don't say that I like that kind of jelly, but lam going to keep up with the procession, any how. {So you haven't got any oleomarga rine? Sorry, for I thought you kept a first-class establishment," and" he passed out like a beautiful dream. The grocer was silent for a moment, aud then he spoke confidentially to himself: "Next time I'll tell ttie truth if it bursts me wide open." Aucleut Tombs In Awltzerlaixl. An interesting find of ancient tombs supposed to have formed part of a Burgun dian burying ground, was made a shflrt time ago at Asseus, a village of the canton of Vaud. These tombs, which follow each other iu regular order, are hollowed out of the rock on a hill at the entrance of the viliiage, about three feet below the soil. They are each two metres long aud eighty ceu imttres wide. At the head of each grave is a fist stone, dressed, but bearing no inscription. The bones are disposed in the ordinary way, as if the bodies to which they belongtxl had been laid down in a horizontal position, aud not vertically, AS in some tombs lately opened at Chamblan des, in the same canton. Fragments of tibial, femurs, and the clavicles were found, but no skullA One of the tombs contained the bones of an adult and an infant, pre sumably of a mother and her child. Among the objects found are pieces of eurtouriy wrought and chased metal and silver rivets, the remains probably of a warrior's giaivs and sword-belt. In another of the tombs WAS a bellmoutlied VASC of the capacity of lialf a litre black as t) its exterior, but in substance yellow. Whether the material, of which it is composed be stone or burnt curth has not yet been determined. Inside as well AS outside there are traces of lozenge-shaped figures executed apparently with some graviug tool. The chief inter est of these tombs consists in the fact that they are almost certainly coeval with the arrival of the BurgunUians in the Jura country in the fifth century whither they were called by the aboriginal inhabitants to repeoplc the land, almost depopulated by an invasion of the Allenmin. Being for the most part shepherds and hunters, they dwelt chiefly on the mountain slopes and in elevated valleys. The plateau of Mount Jorat appears to have been oue of their most important settlements, and there can la* little doubt that theorigen of Asseus, as well AS of Cheseaux, where also Bur gundian tombs have been found, dates back some 1,400 years. not H Corner. On one of the morning trains over the Erie road, the other day, a farmer-looking man, walked the length of a car, without finding an empty seat, and he slowly re turned to one occupied by a lone man, who at once spread himself cut as much as pos sible, and suddenly became deeply inter ested in bis newspaper. The farmer halted beside the seat, but the other movement. Even after a full minute bail passed there -was uo sign that he meant to share his quarters with the other. Then the farmer gently touched his arm and said: "If you can hang on long enough you'll make a fortune." "What—what's that, sir?" demanded the other, as he looked up. "It's a big thing—hang ou to it!" whis pered the farmer. "What is it? What do you mean sir?" "1 tumble; but I won't give it away," chuckled the farmer. "What do you mean, sir?" "I mean that you've got the biggest cor ner on the hog market ever known in this country, and if yon don't make a million dollars out of it I'll eat codfish for a year." Ha 1 lof the seat was suddenly vacated, but the farmer preferred to stand up and brace against the stove. "And I Did.'* In one of Michigan's interior towns live a couple known as the "Siamese Twins." They are always together. No one in the viiliage ever remenbers seeing one un accompanied by the other. They go to church together, they split wood together, they walk the streets together and they fight together. Not long ago, after a severe battle, a gentleman said to the feminine twin: "Sarah Jane, why do you pummel your unprotected husband so? Thi k how bad you would feel if he would die." "Oh," said Sarah Jane in a tone that showed the matter was settled in her mind, "we will die together. We made that ar rangement when we were married. You see John Henry was married before, and seven days after his first wile died he came to me and asked me to marry him, 'John Henry,' said I, 'you ought to be ashamed oi yourself. Only seven days a widower. You should at least have respect enough for your late wife to wait a reasonable Hwe. Come back ten days after the funeral and I'll marry you.' And I did." KIIKMI BY A MUIUIIK, It was a clear moonlight night when, af ter a hard day's "drive," and the herd of wild horses had been penned, that the cow boys stripped their tired ponies of saddles and bridles, and slaked them out to graze mi the thick menquit grass which fringed the hank of the Han Bernardo. After this duty had been uitended to, the cooking utensils were brought forth, and soon the coffee pot was singing a mu sical little song, and a leg of fresh ealf ribs spluttering before the fire. The re past, though roogli, was made enjoyable I) 3' an appetite which only violent exercise and pore air can give, and after the boys had eaten until it became necessary to un buckle their six-shooter belts, blaukets wero spread under the branches of u gigun tic live oak which seemed to stand guard over the broad expanse of prairie, and they settled down for a quiet smoke, "1 tell you what, boys," said Ned Cur tis, who was one of the hardest riders aud best |x>ker players west of the Brazos, as he lit a cigarette, "we are going to handle some pretty rough mustangs to-morrow, and if any of }'ou fellow# want to show your fancy riding you hail better be fixing your flank girts and rolls, because there are some unbranded four years old in that bunch, who are going to make you hum like a churn-dasher, and you'll have to fork 'em deep to stay' in the saddle. There' is oue in the pen that is a perfect picture of the mustang mare that sent Bill Hall to the angels." "Wasn't he sjme galoot from the old States ?" inquired one of the lx>ys, turning over on his blanket. "Yes," replied Ne* die before the}' are taken to the hospital." "I don't kuow what your are talking about. You were arre-ted and brought to t. e lock-up by a little sick tailor on Gal veston avenue, who was disturbed by your howliug." "O, well, that's all right, At first 1 was afraid I had disgraced myself. An}' citizen can arrest me with impunit}'. Civilians are beneath my resentment. You can't make me destroy one. I might go along with one policeman if he was not armed and very polite. When I want a tight I want the genuine article. It takes live able-bodied policemen to make it in teresting enough for me to let myself out. I never fish for sardines. In Colorado they usually bring out a batter}' on me aud a coinpan}' of infantry. As long as }*ou keep your police out of my way wnen I am drunk they are safe. That explains it. 1 couldn't find the jaolfre to get up a mati uee. That explains wlfy there is no mor tuary report this week—no vacancies on ttie force. I exj>ect the police knew me and hired that little tailor to briug me in, knowing I only go to war with reguiarly ordained policemen. BlllfnK*KMte, London. Who would wee Billingsgate at its busiest must be there by 5 o'clock in the morning, for at 5 o'clock, all the year round, the po liceman,permanently appointed to this post, rings the great bell, and at the first tone of its iron tongue the iron-gates,river side and city side, are unbarred, and swinging wide open, admit such a concourse as is not seen in any other city under the sun. Men in so called white smocks, with head-dresses, partly felt, partly leather, some with leaves of leather hanging half way down the back, make furious rushes from Lower Thames street to the river side, where they are met by fellow-laborers, who have reached there by some mysterious means already, and who search about eagerly for work to do. The steamers that have been out for days in search of the fleet of fishing boats from the North Sea, and which may have over hauled them close at Heligoland, or nearer to, or further from our shores, are moored alongside the dummies by the landing, and into each of these are lowered two timber gangways, up one of which climb the por ters with trunks of fish upon their heads, whilst down the other trip other porters with their empty boies or trunks, as they are indifferently called, ready for a fresh load, These steamers may hive arrived in the river during the early morning, or they may ha-'e come late the previous af ternoon: or, should your visit lie fixed for Monday, they may have been there from Saturday afternoou, lying lazily in the suffocating weather, which is not calculat ed to improve the flavor of the cargo. But there are also ice ships about, and the knowledge of their presence lends a senti mental coolness to tiie atmosphere. Now the streets become noisy with the arrival of carriers' carts from the railways whose system touch the sea, or carry river tish from Scotland or from Ireland. Of course the Irish and Scotch salmon are the most highly prized, for those of the Eng lish rivers are not rated so highly, and the produce of the Norway rivers stand at the lowest figurei n the market. But for this class of fish the season is nearly if not com pletely, at an end, for the speckled trout goes out of fashion at the close of the par liamentary session, with its lordly relative the silver-coated salmon. Cod and skate, which lie about in alt directions, are just coining in, and while haddocks and plaice seem numerous enough, turbot and oysters are rather shy of putting in plentiful ap pearance. Norway lobsters are not just now ill season, so that one visiting the market at present loses the sight of their sorting in the "haddock-room," over the ground floor market, a sight well worthy of beholding. As 6 and 7 o'clock approach, the busi ness becomes fast and furious. The fish arriving by boat and by rail are being rap idly sold off, for the most part by auction. There is but little time to haggle about prices; the market figures are tolerably well established almost from the moment the gates are unbarred, and customers are too anxious to obtain their required supply,and to carry it off to different p*y Hof the me- tropolis, to waste time in beating down for pence, for shillings or even for pounds sterling. From the steamers, and the Dutch eel boats, hung with cages round the aides, and fitted with wells inside to keep the fish alive; from the heavy barges laden with shrimps, which are shoveled like grain into baskets, or with mud-color ed bounders caught by and beyond filack friars bridge, from the railway vans in the narrow roadways, crowded with fiat-fish and fresh-water fish, or with huge baskets running over with slimy eels, the porters make their way in and out of the market. The numerous narrow by-ways that radiate from the base of the "tall bully that lifts its head and lies"—in Latin—ar thronged with costermongers* carts and barrows, so that for the general public these so-aalled thoroughfares are positively impassable up to 9 or 10 o'clock. As the market exists, its business is car ried on with all possible and tak ing into consideration that its lowest cham ber, which by the way, is scarcely ever used, is ten feet below the level of the riv er, it is kept remarkably dry. This has to be effected, however, by means of steam power, which keeps continually pumping the water out from under the flooring and which would if allowed to rise, flood the building in -thirty-six hours. Strange to say, too, this drainage is not water from t he river, for it is perfectly pure and taste tess, but it is supposed to percolate through ho earth from the coal exchange opposite, where it is said the Romans of old had es tablished spring baths. Vlctono'i Career. The Indian chief Victorio, who was re cently killed in Mexico, was an Apache leader over seventy years old, short and stout in build and of wonderful skill and courage. Though his left arm hung paralyzed by his side, and his age was so great, he baffled the unremitting pursuit of United States and Mexican troops, pillaged anu murder ed on both sides of our southern border and fought scores of fierce combats. Up to 1877 he was a good Indian; but at that time the Interior Department resolved to remove him from the Hot Springs reserva tion, where he had lived with his people for ten years and began to make progress in the arts of peace. Victorio refused to submit to a removal to the Don Carlos re servation but was forcibly transferred in February 1877. He broke away after a six months residence in his place of exile, but was captured and brought back. He made his escape a second time, and remained in his place of refuge at the Hot Springs until the Spring of 1879, when peremptory or ders came for his transfer ana he became an outlaw. In the latter part of April, 1879, Victorio with about thirty followers, crossed the Sierra Solidad and the river Joruedo del Muerto, stealing enough horses at Alonnocito before crossing the river, to mount his band, and went on to the Hot Springs reservation. At Hot Springs, he surprised six or eight men who were guard ing Company "E," Ninth Cavalry, cap tured forty-five horses, and killing the whole guard rode away to Hillsboro and McAllister's ranch. At this time General Hatch, who had great influence over Vic torio, was unfortunately ordered into the Ute country. Only a day or two before Victorio's desperate attack, General Hatch had received permission to move him back to Ojo Caliente reservation. Word was sent immediately to Victorio, but either the orders were not promptly obeyed or they reached the now infuriated chief too late. Victorio, when near to Hillsboro, had meanwhile attacked a mining camp, and eleven miners were killed, although they bravely defended themselves. From there Victorio went to McAllister's ranch, which he burned, stealing more horses and killing three men. Major Morrow, of the Ninth Cavalry was following him, but Vic torio was making a long circuit towards the Black range and Membres mountains, and the troops in pursuit fared hardly. In these raids about twenty teamsters and herdsmen were killed but Major Morrow pushing down towards Messilla, drove his foe towards Mexico. In Mexico, Victoria made himself the terror of the frontier, and crossing the border after numerous depre dations, he was once more encountered by Morrow and driven Dack only to renew his bold incursions. The record of the pursuit, the wonderful marches of the Indians and our cavalrymen, and the desperate encoun ters that took place from time to time, reads like a romance. It is estimated that this old chief, exasperated to war by in justice, has within the course of eighteen months killed 200 American citizens, 200 Mexicans and 100 soldiers, beside stealing over 1000 horses and committing no end of minor depredations. Too Well Heeled. Old Shockey, a penpainetic preacher, well known in California, is such an ar deut believer in Scripture that he is ready to bet on any proposition that is laid down in the Bible. A few weeks ago, he visited the Lake, and stopped on Sunday at Glen brook. Being nearly penniless, he deter mined to give an exhortation, and securing a ball called the sinners together. His text was the marine episode, in which Jonah was taken in by a whale. "Now, my hearers, to the class of peo ple who never look beyond the surface of things this looks like a hard story to be lieve, but I know that it is so, every word of it." He saw an incredulous look on the faces of the hard cases in the front row, and after pausing a moment, he continued: 4 Til bet any man in the crowd, SIOO, that I can prove every word oi it. Does anybouy respond?" He thrust his hand down into his trouser pocket and leaned forward. No one took him up. He went on with his sermon, showing conclusively that the whale did all that was claimed of it, and then passed around the hat. 44 He that giveth to the poor lendeth unto the Lord," he said, as it went down the row. "Lay up your treasures in heaven, where neither moths nor rust corrupt, nor thieves break in and steal,'' he remarked, as he saw the hat coming back. It w r as handed back to him empty, and he dismissed the audience with a hasty benediction. After services he met one of his hearers and complained bitterly of his lack of coin and enthusiasm in the town. 44 We've eot the enthusiasm here, Par son," said the man addressed, "but when you bluffed us on a hundred dollar bet, some thought you must be a road agent, and the rest concluded that a man so web heeled didn't need take up a collection iu Glen wood." NO. 48.