McPlKE, Editor and Publisher. " HK IS A FREEMAX WHOI THE TRUTH MAKES FREE, AUD ALL ARE SLAVES BESttJE." Terms, S2 por year, In advance. .UMB IX. EBENSBUItG, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1875. NUMBER 41. AT P.BLItf 5ALLi ,..,. i'l .t at Public Sale, on :" ''n theU''r""u " Ehensburg, on , . T ..P.i rr irty. recently occn-:e'-t '."n'-!.U .uiuiinf and Manufactur- '..r-i.i.inis ! ' TJ,..1...I 't!,i.rf.,n erected hv:r.i,' ABCE PLANING WILL, 1 ., wh.wi'h Holler Shed at- ' '. n,.. machinery consists of one iHorse Pcwer Engine and Boiler. i Miner. :i ir.r'acJ wile, Tor ?lir-i',in-l 1 '"'.V ". ....... ior. 3) in. '-" ' yii: i;; with lift tabl- ; ir,.l;,r I. 1 '' tnMen: H"r"":?LZ,.( : 1 1K.C- T, V n . "i "' w:lh ir,,n ,r:,me; .' r , ..'i M' Itiik. with complete ' , h slide hea-l. The iu-h io--.--.iry shaftm. ,", .;, . in "! workinir order, am! in i' "l runniim water on me erected ,ie lally for , ., ' 'ii ;tn- liiiimiMeture 01 iiKr.n, ,'i ,i ).,til."i. Innh blocks, ballns i ,'rrv -i-h tH'iilar. linn, fiijrar. bocch, iir IuiiiUt t.. I.e Im.l at moder lir' i i'--" erected on the premises v . r . - y'orif trnr Itireuiiifj iiou.se 4'J R.ioM- Ar A ftl.l.AR. fn.i" mi'! .l;ir will be soli! a n II'. I M ll'I S I.t M 11 K 11. , !. lit: .p -if i Ic .M'MN A. KLAIR, .I'UIN I.KWIS, 4. i VM. It 1!N ACKER. i-r vA!.r.vnLK nd Tiinucr Land. n . r ! r of tlio I )rihnns' .;i:y. th imiliTJiuiieil ai I.;ilv Mtatioii, n !..:.! I; r EDAY, N0VE.MI5ER 10, '75, . Hi" f .ll'.winir p?rile.l real TVEB. ik'Ot'il-Otl. vix : iCEcrPAriCCLof LAND Tn-Ii.'. :mlrla oonntj-. :. .' i'im 'tii Mining nn-1 iv. I,- ,r- ui .Ji rtmi: li M- iit lii.iiiif t Ht.S. flcurc l . h irlnsr thero li"ij . The liin.l is well v im Mir".-rtiris of coal, ir !"? viin are opone'l, r r'l ility tor man'jtar .,. i... :if-. re(rnrl5 i!ii ..I can M tak n out at 'ii-.-. A trim ro'i 1 ivin- tl r i t !-!.. -a Kail Kiar. I the 1'ainiTiii i. a "MiKinv at est of t ;II I ; 1- 1 Ml" (-.;, 'i .. -T If m ..: t m , Stvvkh, .. '. w .ii (- il.l wit h the '.1'' : ;-1 . r Mie j up line .irini--i..n . !" -nli:. nn i the I'm I ; i; mt-n---. witli inter i m S.:i.i. ami tnort- 3 .MM'H IK HI E. r-ml ' r u Sty 5 KB, dec' J. 1 X tl JIME I'ilOPERTV! " : r.r a. Y. .Tone nnt 1 '' 1 firttii'Mol Thomas M. i I -r ir PitMiff Sale, on the - t. T.-iura. ratul.r.ii oounty. Fa,, on 'AY, th?6:h day of November r v .:!...' r..r.iw'iivr ile-criheil "i; I'AlirKL OK LAX D 1 K 1 1 ' r .imii ami partlr ' ' '"tin rrr. more I ' -:-ir.-. h-irirv thereon ni V 1. It'll SK. r K A M K . , , i ,1,,; '. ( It I Afl K MofrtK. ' .: - !' !:;.., iu- iiuii'iiintry. yii: ', ' i-l ' r-Mki-r. 1 hroa l I..m, 1 " r"': ' 1 pI'-k'T. 1 cant, 1 1 I -.i rj.'st t...nn. 1 nr 1 I'f ' at:.l 1 win kitiir 1 vim r.-.-.i. firethcr -'i.i M i. ni;r.. r.'C.N, flnit ' ' ii ai'. r.ii in. itr. The 7; " "ln was. r H.wTn.l has a , . ' fnv n il i-i.im will bv ohl ".'V!' -! r' '"""'I' of the purchaso . ' th" .n'.;in.- in on-v.-r. The h.'4. .'r '" '" "et-ureJ by -v . ; iir -h.w. r'. -, ,, ."jI:! l;l"-NKS, Assltrncc. ians Court Sale. "t"ian'- 'onrt ot 1 t.i Public Salu i-:.r.i l'i township, two t-e 6:h il-.iy or November. iX 'J-7. " !v""wirir I'.'erilMj.l real cs- -iii- n i .,v. .i.-fiMs,.,!, vi,. :. inPipw or Parcel of Land , : '"l-irfi.'l.l. CountT of v '. 1 ' ;'' :."v:,ni i. a '.joinlnjr lamls ? C ' Hrr'r-T Kri"e- an,! "it :n aK ,,. ftntoor niltlva- v i ;.'.':,Ti'."i"-! "'y it.ank v ,:..' VKt a '"' V'T failiug nprin t. t hi'iisn; x.MMlOr ... . ; r,r'-,-'! on th- jin-mincs, ami . V ,'I; 1 "-v f-N ot the farm. "" tl.T'l of the pnrehno i , ,.'.'', ''": n'!11"'",n "f "ale, am! the ., Il'yuent3, with In- IV r U' r:'-e nt j'J.lgiOCHt E ;'itn.n s MfiRnis, r't V;Li.HM.McCOY,lekd. 'J'f AH persons nre V '.!!' V'-' ' !,-V!"st inbsrfMrine In ;t- I v . " '!i-"(rilie.l per, in a 1 -. .- " :l! henH'n ."alo on the Bth ...r h"" township. Cambria '1 -'ir'-'. ''mill- Thomas, ami : ii. T !i..aH. ! tiHl.la rnrn. 1 win.hnill. plow, an.i i;....-"'"'!" -r h.rs. fi.-Lt r wheat, r i a ,if n)u,e,otli fur. !i , V:NXT1NE THOMAS. M !sTliATlOX NOTICE. Tll nINF. CRCM. ilcM. ii v ' 'he estate ir Path- -t ' !'",r,l:1l townnhlp. lcc'd, , , . tl.. nn.lerinn.tt, notice la .: .. ,:. .r-" m l.-l.tcl to MM estate ' Z 'ni"" without ilclav, ami ; " ?'n,t ' ' ame will pruent ivhVvv .Ul"'""nt- Administratrix. IItATlOX NOTICE. u1.-i..,.'-,af.tii Prttm, I.t'.I. '"" ';" themtateor Kllja- -i, , township. .leeM, ill i "' '"'b.Tslzned. n.tlce ii ''bm ,:! ' 'ai le-tatemunt '"'".fcii-.l . ' ' '""on asrainst the name i, property autiienticaled for A K IN E j. m. RTN ETT Administratrix. "1,IU A3.DSlK.iEi ",riv,. . . . IXHRTTO, PA,. ,v 1 lr Jniim,,n. Niirht A Lost Hour. A gnlden honr on Summer morn. When half the world was .till. The dew waa fre.h on the new-mown hay. And the bridal reil of the fair young day Ilaiig o'er the purple hill. The sheep-bell, tinkled across the slopes. Sweet as an elfin chime; Butterflies flitted athwart the down. Bees went mnrmurLng, busy and brown, Ott the fragrant thyme. A languid calm and a drill content. Silence Instead of speech; The wind sighed low, and the lark sang high, Bat the golden hoar of onr lives weat by. And drifted out of reach. We both went back to an eager lifej Bat In its paase to-day The dream of that'golden honr returns. And my jaded spirit frets and yearna For one chance swept away. The years creep on, and the heart grows tired Even of hopes fulal'.ed. And tarns away from the world's strong wine With fevered lips, thnt most ever pins For that pure draaght we spilled. And yet perchance when onr long day wanes (Age bath its Joys lute born;) We shall meet again on the green hlll-slde. And And, in the solemn eventide, The boar we lost at morn. Good Wrd. KIDNAPPING A ROBBER. The poat-oflloc at Olierville, a small west ern town in the United State, was a very important place. The worthy postmaster kept a country store," where he dispensed goods of every description. The district was comparatively new, and formed one of those prairie villages that fpring1 into existence miles away from other towns, and are a sort of nucleus or trading1 post for a laie extent of country. Saturday was the principal trading1 day; and Mr. Harmon, tho postmaster, and hia assistants were always overwhelmed with businesa on that Liy. But on the particular Saturday after noon of which we wih to FpeaJr, tr:ide had Blackened earlier than usual, and the pro prietor and his men were enjoying a breath ings time, and chatting1 with several rough-looking- fellows, who had gathered about the stove, many of thorn being strangers, for ii strang-er attracted but litlla notice in that community of new comars. "Here comoa Charley Gilbert, the very man I want to see ! remarked Harmon, as a horseman da-hed up to the store and diamoun'fc J. He waa a tall, broad-shouldered young Hercules; and the large bay horse he rode looked well adapted to carrying such a weight, and exhibited due equine pride in serving his young master. Both home and rider were well-known and respected throughout the settlement. Leaving his well-trained animal standing unhitched, GilWrt entered the store. "You are just the ierson I wanted to see Charley ! said Mr. Harmon. "Singular," said Ciillert. "I should think you would rather not see me, as you know the object of my call. People are not generally so welcome when they come for money." "Well, I am an exception in this instance, for I am anxious to get rid of the amount I owe you. Fact is, there have been bur glars about and they tried to break into my store last night, but were frightened away; so I prefer you would hold this money against more successful attempts of the kind." And Mr. Harmon proceeded to count out a large roll of notes, which Gilbert placed carefully in his pocket. "Now, Charlie," said neighbor Hill, one of the party seated anun d the stove; "you had better keep a look-out, 'cause some one might stop yon to-night before you return from Oanton." The allusion to Cranton brought a flight bhif-h to Charley' cheeks, for it was well known that he was on his usual Saturday evening visit to a certain yonng school mistress, who dwelt in the neighboring' settlement. "How do yon knew I am going to Cran ton f asked Charley. "Well, I only suppose so, 'cause I've heard said you do go that way about this time 'o the week;" and Hill winked to the crowd, who laughed; and Charley Gilbert, not wishing to discuss the subject further, left the store, and mounting old Hero, waa soon out of sight. "Mighty fine chap, that Gilbert is," re sumed Hill to his fellow loungers; "been in the army and won his way, an now he has got his allotment of land out here, an' will soon have one of the finest farms in this country." The short autumn day came to a close, and it was long after dark ere Gilbert reached his destination, and received his usual hearty welcome from Sarah Denton. Saturday nights were the bright spots in her dull life as a schoolmistress, and were sure to bring her Charley. Old Hero had carried his master over the road so often, that he knew just what waa required of him, and needed no urging. It was late when Charley took his leave of hia sweetheart. "Now, do le careful," were her last words, "for yon know there might be danger on the road, so many robberies have been committed lately." "Never feiir, Sarah; Old Hero will take me home safely." And, with a good-by kiss, he mounted and rode away. The night waa dark no light except the stars that sparkled crisply from a clear iky. But, had it been ever so dark, it wouH have made no difference to Charley. His thoughts were ol the sweet girl he had just left, and, paying no attention to his horse, he rode slowly along, intent upon plans for the future. "The money I have received to-day will enable me to complete my home; then Sarah will be my wife, and we shall live on the farm such a happy life," he mused. A long, darX patch of forest loomed ahead, through which the prairie road" ran, and not until he had entered its dark shadows, did the horseman arouse from his blissful reverie. What if I should be attacked V thought he. "I have nothing to defend me, and enough money to make it a good haul for such gentry. Humbug 1 I don't believe there is any danger " "Halt r And two dark forms sprang into the road, seized his bridle, and the steely glitter of pistols leveled at him, within few feet of his breast, startled him. like a flash, his good right arm struck the weapon from the hand of the robber, and fell heavily upon the shoulder of the fel low; and with a sudden jerk of the power ful arm he was hauled over the saddle bow, while old Hero, in response to a dig of the spur, sprang away, jerking the other robber off his feet, and causing his bullet to spread wide of its intended victim. On through the gloomy woods, and out again upon the open prairie, dashed the horse with his double burden, while the robber struggled like a child in the power ful grasp of his captor. A closing of the fingers over his neck soon reduced hhn to quiet; and, held in thia manner, he rode an unwilling captive, and, at last, the lights of Oberville appeared, and soon they were, in the village. At a word from his master, Hero stopped in front of the post-office, from the window of which a cheery light shone, denoting that the assistants were still busy replacing the goods that had ljeen taken down during the day's traffic "Hilloa r cried Gilbert A head appeared at the door, and a voice answered, "Hilloa ! Who's there I" "It's me, John, and I have got some thing nice here; come help me in with it," answered Charley. "It's Gilbert," said John, addressing his fellow-hopman. "What's that you've got, Charley t a saddle of venison f asked John as he approached. "Better than that, John. It ia a real live little deer. Come and lift him down, but hold him fast," said Gilbert. The astoniehed shopmen gathered about, and Charley told them of his adventure. Soon the robler was released from his unpleasant position on the saddle and taken into the store, where his captor followed. Here he wan safely bound. "I think I have seen this fellow before," remarked John, as he took a survey of the captive, "lie is the stranger that waa sit ting at the stove hei-e when Mr. Harmon paid your money, Charley." "Let's search him, and see what sort of plunder he has about him," suggested one of the shopmen. The prisoner's pockets revealed a small flafk of f-'quor, a pack of cards, some little money, and a savage-looking dirk knif.. "Hilloa, what's this V exclaimed Gilbert, picking up a piece of paper that fell on the floor, and opening it, read : "One thou sand dollars reward for the capture of one William Larkin, the supposed leafier of a gang of robbers and horse-stealers . He is a short, slim man, about five feet six inches In height, dnrk hair, heavy black eyebrows, and moustache, and peculiar-looking, small black eyes " "Answers the description to a T," broke in John. "Aha William Larkin, or Curly Bill ! I'v heard of him. Charley, you're in luck ! This fellow is a prixe, indeed !" added ono of the assistants. "Yes; this placard is from the sheriff of St Joe, and is dated only a week ago" said Charley, after finishing the reading. "Gentlemen," said the robler, "you have got the original Curly Bill, and when you deliver me up, you will get that reward. I am in your power; but these strings are bound around my wrists most unmercifully tight," with a grimace of pain. "Can't you afford to make 'era easier f" "Yes, let them out a little, Jones," said John, addressing his fellow-assistant "Make them safe, but not too tight, and I will watch the bird mean while." So Jones proceeded cautiously to re-arrange the bonda on the wrists of the prisoner, while the others gathered around him. With a sudden jerk of prodigious strength, Curly Bill got his bonds free, dashed his fist into the face of John, and sprang to the door, which had not been locked. So sudden was his movement, that ere the rest of the group could comprehend the scene, he was clear of the store, and as Gilliert reached the door, he saw the rob ber spring into the ' saddle on old ' Hero's back, and dash away. Pursuit was not to be thought of; but Gilbert placed hia fingers to his mouth, and gave a shrill whistlef hearing which, old Hero, despite the urging of his rider, wheeled suddenly, and at the same wild gallop, started back to his master. Seeing this, Curly Bill attempted lo throw himself from the saddle; but, in so doing, his foot eanght in the stirrup, and he was dragged helplesab over the hard road. Fortunately for the poor victim of this mishap, the distance was not great, or the result might have been far more serious. How often is it that the merest trifling accident contributes to the ends of justice ! Villains may successfully carry on their work for years, and in their fancied securi ty forget the fate that must eventually overtake them a slip, an accident, and the law claims her own. Gilbert hastened to secure his horse, and the insensible form of Curly Bill was again carried into the store, where an examina tion revealed a broken head and a frac tured leg, which would detain their prisoner as effectually as shackle and chain. In a few days the sheriff came np from St Joseph, and took charge of the maimed man, and through hia confession, many of his gang of desperadoes were taken or kill ed, and the country freed of their pisence. Charley Gilbert received his well-earned reward, and the money enabled him to complete his house handsomely and stock the farm, over which Sarah Gilbert pre sides as mistress. MR. DICKSON'S HUM P. We had a lecture on phrencJogy in Mus ser's Hall a few nights ago, from a travel ing professor of that science, and part of it was quite entertaining. He had on the stand several plaster heads mapped out in town lota, and after he explained what they meant he Invited persons in the au dience to come np and let him feel their bumps and explain their characters. r Sev eral times he hit it pretty accurately, and ex cited a considerable amount of applause; but after awhile old Dickson stepped np for examination. He is an absent-minded man, and he wears a wig. While dressing himself before coming to the lecture, he had placed hia wig on the bureau and ac cidentally tossed his plug of tobacco into it When he put the wig on, it was just like him not to notice the plug, and so, when he mounted the platform he had a lump just over his bump of combatativeness as big as half a hen's egg. The professor fingered about awhile over Dickson's head, and then said: "We have here a somewhat remarkable skull. The perceptive faculties strongly developed; reflective faculties quite good; ideality large; reverence so great as to be unusual, and benevolence very prominent Secretiveness is small, and the subject therefore, is a man of candor and frank ness; he communicates what he knows freely. We have also," said the pro fessor, still plowing hia fingers through Dickson's hair, "acquisitiveness not large; the subjsct is not a grasping, avaricious man, he gives liberally, he he he, Why.it can't bo ? Yes. Why, what in the ! Munificent Moses ! that's the most awful development of combatitivcnesa I ever heard of ! Are yon a prizo-fighter, sir f "Prize-fighter f exclaimed Dickson. "Why, what do you mean t" "Never been a soldier, or a pirate, or anything like that I" "You certainly must be crazy," said Dickson. "Ain't yon fond .of going into scrim mages, and rows, and plugging people on the nose T" "Certainly not." "Well, sir, then you're untrue to your na ture. The way your head's built qualifies you, I should say, in a special manner, as a knocker-down and dragger-out If yon want to fulfil your mission you will devote the remainder of your life to battering-np your fellow man and keeping yourself in one interminable and eternal muss. You've got the awfullest fighting bump that ever decorated a human skulL It's phenome nal. WhatH yon take for your head when you die! Gentlemen, this man is liable at any moment to commence raging around this community like a wild-cat banging you with a club or anything that comes handy. It isn't safe for him to be at large. Then Dickson put his hand up to feel the bump and he noticed the tobacco. He pulled off his wig, and therj was the plug sticking just behind his left ear. Then the professor, looking at it a moment in confu sion, said: "Ladies and gentlemen, we will now the lecture ia that is, I have no more. Boy, turn out those lights Y Then the audience laughed, and Dick eon put on his wig, and the professor started to catch the late tram. The science of phrenology ia not as popu lar in our town as it was, and Dickson still remains peaceable. Max Adder. WEAKT OF LIFE. Two peasants, husband and wife, named Retty, live at Plesid-sur-M.u-ne, near Paris. They have a little boy, aged six, to whom they are uniformly brutal. The other day the child became weary of life from being beaten so often, and descending to the court-yard where a ferocious bull-dog was chained, he approached the animal reso lutely and said : "Tom, do yon want to eat me up ? " The dog locked np and growled, but did not move. "Tom," said the little one, "yon mnst eat me, because papa beats me too much; and then I promise .you I am good to eat See ! I shall not resist;" and he threw a pebble at the dog, who, springing fiercely at the boy, threw hhn down and fastened bis teeth in the shoulder. At this instant a neigh bor jumped through the window and, driving the bull-dog Away, saved the child. DOMESTIC DirL, OM.A. C Y. She was watching at the window, As 1 hurried down the street, In tbe simple brown merino That I fancy looks so neat, And her smile t thought portentous, Ii was so exceeding sweet. Then she met hie at the threshold With a very loving kiss, That recalled the early stages Of our matrimonial bliss. And I felt at once a tremor Was there anything amiss ? No ! The children were all quiet, And the hearth was very bright, And my pet our rnnglsh Charlie Was qnite festal in his white ; Yet I braced myself for something. Be that something what it might. My chair was near the fire And my slippers by its side, My pine was very handy And my papers open wide. And she wore the pretty breastpin That 1 gave her when a bride. The dinner was perfection It was lavish without waste ; Tbe soup was vermicllla And exactly to my taste. While the desert was a triumph Of artistic skill in paste. A nd when the meal was over, And Ihe inner man at rest, She drew her chairli eside me, With her baby on her breast I felt, and so I tohl her, I was one among the blest. Oh! the smile of tender radiance That illumined all her face. As I clasped her to my bosom In a lover's fond embrace It was then she softly whispered, "Won't you let me have that lace?" TIIH SOI.ITA.IIY SETTL.1H11. Fifteen miles below Natchez there is a deep bend in the Mississippi, where steam, ens used to stop for a supply of -wood. The point has a name, but I have long since forgotten it I was a passenger on board tbe steamer Prairie Belle, when we ran alongside of the river bank, at the point above indicated, for the purpose of taking in fuel. Freight there was none awaiting u?, and as we had none to land, our stay was very brief. Far as the eye could reach oyer the clearing, there was no habitation to be seen, unless the poor hut that stood about a hundred feet from the bank could be dignified by that appel lation. Seated upon the bank, with his legs swinging in indolent ease, sat the most singular looking individual I ever beheld. He was chewing tobacco vigorously, nnd paying not the least attention to the steamer or any one connected with her His face was long aud his cheeks hollow, and his hair of grayish hue, tangled and thick, hung upon his shoulders in disor dered masses. His eyes were small, of a palo blue, but very bright, and he seemed to have but three upper and the same num ber off lower teeth, which were directly in front of his mouth. His dress was ex tiemely ridiculous. "On his head he wore a napless black hat, that was as full of in dentations as the river bank on which he was perched, while a blue cotton shut with an immense collar, and a pair of jean pants and heavy cowhide boots completed his attire, Dave Perkins, the mate (whose acquaint ance I cultivated, for I found him a very amusing fellow,) came to my side and re marked : "Theie's a very queer genius sitting on the bank. Some people say he is crazed, but I don't think so. His odd ways have, no doubt, given credence to the rumor, but the poor "fellow had a big misfortune once, and it has rendered him indifferent to everything and everybody." "He certainly is a singular looking char acter," I replied. "If his story is inter esting 1 should like to hear it." "Wait until we get under way," replied Perkins, "and I'll tell it to you." So say ing Ire turned toward the man inquestiou, aud asked : "Well, Andy, bow goes it to-day with you?" A tremendous squirt of tobacao juice and a nod of the head was the only reply the mate received, and the queer man gazed np the river. As soon as we were once more steaming over the muddy waters, t sat down beside the capstan and remiuded the mate of his promise. 1 The following were Lis wcrds as nearly as I can remember them : About a baif mile above the spot where we wooded, there once stood a snug house, and a nicely cultivated patch that belonged to Andy Robbins. He was a pretty indus trious fellow, as the times went. His wife was a good woman, but, like all girls who live isolated lives, she had very little idea of the world ; and, beyond seeing a passing steamboat and her passengers, she had no idea of what the world was like. Audy was a great hunter, and you couldn't find a better riflo shot than he was anywhere along the Mississippi. It was astonishing the number of squtrrils that man w ould shoot in a day ; if I told you, you wouldn't bdlieve me. He always had his rifle with him, even when be went out for a stroll with bis wife, Andy had one child, an infant about a year old, when his troubles Came on him. I don't think there was anything he doted on like that little thing he used to carry in his arms to look at the boat wooding. It was an afternoon in October, when the leaves were Just tinted with yellow and red, that Andy, with his child in bis arms and his wife by his side, started out to take a walk. The afternoon was calm as sleep. I recollect it well. Not a cloud was visible, and not a breath moved the water or stir red a leaf. The stillness was deep almost to melancholy, and it seemed as if nature had sunk to a repose from which she could hardly be awakened. Audy and bis wife walked down by the river for a couple of milea, and seated themselves beneath some large trees, where they passed the afternoon, and it was not until his wife called his attention to the growing darkness that he was aware that a storm was at band. "It certainly is vey dark," ho said, "though it's not sunset yet Coino, wife, we must hasten home, or baby will have a wet skin." They arose and commenced to walk has tily. Every instant the darkness seemed to increase with uncommon rapidity, and Andy felt very anxious for bis child. There was not a breath of air and the water was still and motionless; but some bright flashes in the west and a distant muttering of thunder warned them to hurry on. Faster and faster traveled Andy and his wifen and now his bouse was in sight and he would soon reach it He laughed and hugged his boy to his heart. At length the house was gained, and Andy stood on the threshold, having given the baby to Its mother. He was gazing at a queer-shaped cloud that was coming down upon them very fast It looked like an inverted mountain. "WhatVthe matter?" called out bis wife. "What are you looking at Andy ?' He did not reply at once, but after awhile he said : "Don't undress the baby, aud don't you take your things off either." "Why, what's the matter, Andy ?" again questioned his wife. "Well," he replied in a low voice, "I'm afraid we are going to have a whirlwind, and it may be neccessary to seek the old cave just back of the house, especially if yonder cloud be a waterspout." Mrs. Robbins went to the door and gazed westward ; as she did so her cheeks grew pale. VI do believe you are correct," she said; "perhaps we had better go to the cave M once." i Before her husband could reply the storm ' burst upon them with all its fury, aud they were compelled to retreat in-doors. Mrs. Robbins clasped her child to her arms, while the building rocked as if it were at j sea. She gazed out of the windows only to see gianttrees uprooted and carried through the air on the wings of the tornado. "Is it. not awful?" she asked, with trembling breath. Audy nodded ; he was trying to trace the course of the cloud, but the air was so thick with leaves and darkness, that he was not able to see a dozen yards beyoud him. All at once there came au awful crash, the house was lifted from its foundation, and a piercing scream came from his wife's lips. The next moment the dwelling burst wide open, and the water crushed the wreck as you would a handful of straw. I often have beard Andy relate his sensations. The Cist feeling he had was as if he wore struggling for his life at sea. A huge wave dashed him high in the air, as he shrieked the name of his wife. He heard the roar of waters in his ears and then he became insensible. He never knew how he escaped but his preservation was wonderful. The following day, be found himself nearly a mile from his home, bruised and sore. As fast as he could lie traveled lo the spot where his house had stood, and looked ujion the scene of desolation, making the woods ring with his voice as he called upon the name of his wife. J For days after he traveled the country through, searchiug for those of his family who had been swept into the river by the whirlwind, 'Twas hard to make him be lieve that he was alone in the world, and it was only when the bodies of his wife and child were discovered, some days later, that he seemed to realize the fact Somj hands ou a boat buried the unfor tunate ones near by where their bodies were found. Then it was that Andy Robbins built tl:a sorry old cabiu you behold. It stands within a few feet of the spot where the grave of his wife and child are made, and nothing cau tempt the old. fellow to leave it Some years ago an eccontric bachelor died in New Orleans aud left a good slice of his property to Andy Robbins. Many supposed this unexpected good luck would induce Robbins to leave his solitude aud go to live in the city. But all such surmises were vaiu. The old fellow refused to leave his haunt, and heard of bis good fortune without the least appearance of exultation. Andy Robbins was still living a few months ago, and should the reader ever pass along the Mississipi river at tho point I have indicated, he may see the cabin, and, perhaps, its ocenpaut silting on the river bank, looking as it were for those who will never come to revisit him this side of eternity. Those gray-headed girls who go about the country complaining that their raven locks turned white in a single night 1,1 ay How seal up their mouths. The BrilUh Royal Society has made researches extend ing over a period of more than two hun dred years, and failed to discover a single case of sudden change in the color of hu man hair. A noose papkb A death warrant. ItOASTlSG THE rillSOXEll. Europeans say that our language is the most difficult of all known tongues to mas ter, not even the Unas being an exception. True or not, some of our adopted citizen are slow to speak it fluently and oonwdly. A humorous illustration of the folly ot placing in an important public position any one ignorant of the ordinary signification of well known English words, is happily told in the subjoined anecdote : The immense popular reprint given to the sketch of Sheriff Ruth, of Zanesville, Ohio, opening court, prompt us to relate his experience in wrestling with tho writ of fieri facias. Shortly after his iuduction iuto office, Judge Wood, of Morgan county, on the bcuch, a motion was made to con firm tho sale of certain lands made by tho sheriff. Looking over the pajerR, which were evidently incomplete, Judge Wood inquired whether the sale had been mado upon a lleii facias or upon an alias writ. Col. Bull, of counsel, responded that tho sale bad been made on a fi. fa. "The writ is not with the papers," re plied Judge Wood. "Mr. Sheriff, will you bring in the fleii facias in the case of Lem on vs. Woodruff." "Vat ish dot your honor?" asked ;Mr. Ruth, with a deeply puzaled expression of countenance. "Bring in the fiei i facias in the case of Lemon vs. Woodruff." "But, "your honor," remon strated Mr. Ruth, "dot ish coalstone vo burn mit tho goi t haus." It w as now the turn of Judge Wood and the bar to look puzzled. "I don't seo, Mr. Sheriff," said the Judge, "what particular difference in makes whether we burn stonecoal or wood we want the fieri facias in the case of Lem. on vs. Woodruff." "Yell, fchudgo, you need not get mat I will bring him in As he w ent out at the rear door of hisoffico m the jail Ire met Sam Chapman, a wag gish member of the bar, and accosted him with: "Veil, Mister Shapman, vat for dues de shudge vantdem fiie faces? Do dey roasht der brisoner like a packlog?' "Cer tainly," replied Sam, w ho saw fun ahead" of course they do when they can't get a confession out of him any other way." ell, dot beats de bucks. Dot ish worse than in der old country. Veil, py shimmi "y, they will roasht tld Voodruff like a packlog. He garry his lowiish; for m und now I roasht him like a pig. Dot ish pad ven I ,un mit de Rhcrirs ()ffice aQ der time. In a few minutes She, iff Ruth came into court and was received w.th a perfect hur ncane of laughter from t,,e bench, bar, and bystanders. Uunder each aim he had an old fashioned andiron, surmounted by huo brass masks or casts of tho heads of Mo nius, polished like mirrors. Setting them down on the green baizo table with tho utmost gravity, be snkl. "Dere, Mister Shudge, ish de fire face, dot I h.f in mine office, nnd oof you roasht old Mr. VoodmiT I vash my hands mit der proceeding. Oof a man garry his township for me I m.t make him like a ,ack lo? nnd roasht him hke a pig. Old Mr. Woodruff was not roasted, and Mr. Ruth was initafed into tho mysteries of the fi-fa Ixmx. AT. F. Mercnry. Feats os the Tight Rope. The ex cttement caused by a mishap of "Jove the Thuncercr," the other day at the Crystal Ialace, London, recallaasimilarsconetJK.t took place some fiTtyyears since at Aachen A vast gathering of people of all nations were met on the Platz to see a cclebmU d rope-dancer, an Englishman, mount on , line from the ground to the top of a hi-h tower. It was the first time, so it wa given out, that such a mode of ascent had been attempted. The anxiety of the spec tators was strained lo the utmost in watch ing the pei former, who with careful steps was making hia way up tl,e lie, w hen f ad denly from one of the windows of the tower a rival was seen to come out and rapidly march down the roj; Certain death to both seemed inevitable. But just as they met Ithe man going p couched down clinging to the rope, his opponent took a nying leap over the prostrate figure, re gaining his footing on the rope, and finished his descent in safety. The daring per former or this Teat was a german student who had been brought forward by Kii Frederick William III., jealous of the n.-T t ional honor even in rope-dancing, to cast the much boasted performance of the En glish acrobat into the shade. The young man has since became know n as the ccle' brated Ki.lter a name as we!i;known in Germany as Blondin at the Crystal Palace. A Kt: r heakti O i.adt was reproved or one occasion by a friend for giving moy to a stranger, who seemed to lie very poor, and asked charity in the streets. "Sup pose he spend the money for rum," said ll.e suspecting and censorious friend. The quick and generous answer was, "If you must suppo; at all, why not supjKise that he had spent the money for bread ? Why Miposc what is evil about any one when yon are at liberty to suppose what is goAd and noble?" That lady ind tho true Christian spirit. Susan B. Anthony said recently that she would 'Sunt like to catch a burglar in l.cr room ence." The remark having boen reported the next day received a note siRi,. cd "A. Burglar," which read as fH., . "Deer Miss, ifyie intensions ishonerab..' I woodn't mind climmiu u.ynre .Wmii, nite nsyn rckwedt"
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