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The Frail Dead.
BY ISRAEL FORGE
Fold the coarse shroud on her bosom ;
Lift her with jesting and mirth ;
Take the worn ring from her finger—
Little the bauble is worth.
Tangled her curls—but no matter,
Push them all roughly away,
Back from her passionless forehead ;
'Tis but a Magdalen's clay.
Who will come forth to behold her ?
No one—so on with the lid ;
Press the face downward and firmer—
It looks as her poor mother's did ;
Just such faint lines on the temples,
Just so deep sunken the eyes ;
Rot their remembrance fore7er,
Living by craft and by lies.
Lay her away from the sunlight—
Why should it rest on her face ?
Put her pine box in the shadow,
Burdened with sin and disgrace ;
Nameless the coffin—no matter
Sleepeth she well enough so—
Dig her a hole in t4e corner,
Where the rank rhistle weeds grow.
Stop I bethink me a moment—
Pshaw I these are womanish tears ;
I have a fair little daughter—
Lily, of tenderest years ;
What if-0 ! horror to think it—
Gently, men, gently, behold,
Out on the rough side left hanging
One shining ringlet of gold.
Hush men, this mirth is untimely ;
Cease your rude laughter and din ;
Though full of frailty, remember,
Man is to blame for her sin.
Lay her in silence to slumber,
Erenly cover her bed ;
For the sake of my one little daughter,
I will be kind to the dead.
Irntier Yift.
A Tale of the Border.
Seven years since, when I was quite a
young man—and gray is now silvering my
hair—l had occasion to visit the far West
in the government employ, with a party
of surveyors. The nature of our errand,
onr numbers and the elaborate prepara
twos we had made against any hostile
demonstrations, insured us from any mo
lestation, save in a few rare instances; yet
in that wild country it was impossible that
we should remain long without witnessing
many scenes not familiar in law-abiding
and cultivated districts. To be sure we
were not beyond the pale of law—that is,
there were certain officers widely scattered,
who occasionally shot down some drunken
desperado, if his friends were not too nu
merous ; beyond such heoric acts they sel
dom exercised the powers they were sup
posed to possess. Generally, each separate
community had a recognized leader, some
man more muscular and reckless than his
fellows, and who, by virtue of his qualities,
had a certain number of followers, who
were ready to see that his will was the
ruling power in the vicinity. Of course
such men were the real law makers, and
they were very seldom opposed or molested.
Such a one was Jack Dunlaw. Jack's
headquarters were at the station on the
Overland Mail route where we chanced to
be located for a few weeks, while survey
ing in that vicinity, and we had a good
opportunity to witness a most interesting
ineident in his experience, which tran
spired while we were there. In appear
ance, he was formidable enough, as we saw
him on the morning after our arrival.—
Fully six feet six inches in height, with
long arms and legs, slightly stooping, with
a ponderous frame, immense masses of hair
and beard, clothing in keeping with his
general appearance, and neither over cleanly
cr attractive, a bowie knife and revolver
thrust into his belt as he walked about the
station, Jaak was certainly the man to in
timidate a person-of moderate nerves.
For many years he had been recognized
as the leading spirit in the vicinity, and
from that position he had grown inde
pendent of all restraint save his own will.
He had a chosen band of followers who
were ready to support him in every vil
lainous undertaking. We were not long
kept in waiting before some of his pecu
liarities were brought to our notice.
The keeper of the station, Frank Russel,
was a medium sized man, some forty years
of age, who had recently come to the place,
bringing with him a family consisting of
one daughter, his wife, and a young man
who had been in his employ several years,
and who was said to be the accepted lover
of the daughter, Cora. Stephen Ranney
was his name, a very quiet, gentlemanly
appearing young man, some five feet nine
inches high, aad weighing at a moderate
estimate a hundred and fifty pounds. He
seldom spoke unless addressed, when his
words were brief and to the point.
On the morning following our arrival,
while the chief engineer of our corps was
preparing the work for the day, the re
mainder of the party, after examining their
instruments and putting everything in
readiness for service, disposed ourselves
about the station to smoke and wait for
orders. While wreathing ourselves in
vapor, and longing for a day or two of
rest, in strode Jack Dunlaw, and demanded
a dram of whiskey. The barkeeper pro
duced the beverage, and Jack, who was
already more than excited by the potations
of vile liquor which he bad swallowed,
turned it down with a gurgle. Just as he
lowered the cup, which served instead of
a tumbler, Cora Russel entered the room
looking for her father.
"Here, gal, give us a kiss !" exclaimed
Jack, as he caught sight of her.
Alarmed tt his brutal manner, the girl
turned to leave the room, but before she
could do so the bully had caught and
kissed her repeatedly with his liquor-fumed
and tobacco stained lips.
As she broke from his grasp and escaped
at length, he turned to the bar again, and
with some beastly remarks, threw down a
coin and sauntered out, those of his ad
milers present laughing heartily as he left
the room.
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As the scene progressed I sprang from
my seat and took a step toward the ruffian,
but a surveyor pulled me back, and with a
diffidence and cowardice of which I ever
since have been ashamed, I did not make
a second movement.
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I saw the father turn slightly pale, but
he made no protest, only following his
daughter from the room, and returning
after several minutes as calm as ever.
No one seemed to resent this fearful in
sult, which, perhaps, nowhere else in the
civilized world would have been permitted
to go unpunished, and in a day or two we
almost ceased to think of it, as other brutal
acts on the part of Dunlaw came to our
notice.
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The third day after the above incident
took place we were off duty. It had
threatened rain during the morning, and
the day proved dark and cloudy. Shortly
HUNTINGDON, PA , FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1878.
after noon one of our party, anxious to see
some specimen of the famed rifle shooting
of the west, took from his baggage a finely
mounted powder flask, which he offered a
prize to the best shot.
There were half-a-dozen volunteers,
and the details were speedily arranged.—
Three shots each were to be allowed, at
one hundred and fifty paces, and the man
whose three shots made the shortest string,
measuring from the bull's eye, was to re
ceive the flask.
Jack Dunlaw and Stephen Ranney were
among the contestants. I had been quite
curious to see how these two persons would
meet, but I never noticed any change in
the young man's deportment. He spoke
but little, and when the list was arranged
for precedence, voluntarily took the last
place, and theo folding his arms and lean
ing against the doorway, he carefully
watched the trial.
Jack was one of the first to try his skill,
and when three shots had been fired it was
found that one of his bullets had struck
within an inch of the centre, while the
other two were not wore than half an inch
further removed.
"Four inches," the surveyor announced,
after carefully measuring the distance of
the several shots.
g.Yas," growled Jack, throwing himself
upon a bench; "I'll wait here till you beat
that, some on yer, and when yer dew ye
kin take that ther little powder box."
The others fired in their several turns,
and our party was surprised to find the
shooting no more accurate. Indeed we
began to look with distrust upon the
wonderful stories of romantic writers.
All had fired at last save Stephen Ran
ney. and Jack had much the shortest string.
The young man took his place, and
raised his rifle, which was considerably
shorter`than any of the others.
"Look here, youngster," growled Jack,
with a wink to his admirers, "you better
have a pop-gun ; that wouldn't hurt any
body, and ye would be jest as likely tew
hit the mark as ye will bit it with that boy's
plaything."
Stephen made no reply, but placing his
weapon in rest, bowed his cheek to the
breech, and the next moment the sharp
report rang out.
"In the edge of the bull's eye, half an
inch from the centre !" shouted the marker.
"The best shot yet."
"It's an accident ! He can't hit the
board next time !" cried Jack.
I saw from his manner that he was get
ting angry and excited ; but Stephen re
loaded his weapon in the most unconcerned
manner imaginable. As he was about to
fire, Jack walked to the target to watch
the effect of the shot.
It was given as promptly as the first,
and to the surprise of everybody, it struck
almost exactly in the centre of the bull's
eye. But without waiting to hear the re
suit. Stephen turned to reload his piece.
With a stride like that of an enraged
elephant, Jack Dunlaw moved up to the
side of his successful competitor.
"Don' ye dar' do that ag'in !" he hissed,
between his shut jaws. "If ye do, 'twill
be a hard day for yer. Now mark what I
tell yer ! I ain't goin' to fool around no
upstart like you. Ye've made a lucky hit
twice; now let that end it !"
The young man made no answer ; but I
saw his cheek become a shad paler. and
his hand a trifle less steady as he rammed
home the bullet. Then, with lips tightly
compressed and eyes fixed upon the target,
he dropped one one knee, and leveled his
rifle.
"Now don't yer make another mistake !"
was Jack's last admonition, accompanied
by a shake of the fist so close to the man's
face that I began to feel like grasping the
bully and dragging him from the scene.
The third shot sped as the others had
done, and then the young man sprang to
his feet, dropping his rifle to the ground
in a manner which showed that patience
had nearly ceased to be his ruling virtue.
Still I could not anticipate the scenes
which were to follow.
The last bullet had struck just outside
the bull's eye, and after carefully measur
ing the three, Tom Tarbox, he who had
offered the prize and kept the measure
ments, stepped up among the crowd now
gathered and said :
"Gentlemen, Mr. Ranney has made the
best record, his three shots measuring but
two inches; so to him I give the flask, ac
cording to agreement."
He reached forth his band as he spoke,
but before the young man could take it,
Jack snatched it from the surveyor's hand
and thrust it into his pocket.
No one anticipated such a movement,
and it was some moments before Tarbox
had recovered his self possession enough
to speak.
"The flask belongs to Mr. Rooney," he
said. "Please let him have it."
"The flask belongs to we," retorted Jack.
"His shootin' war all accidental. He only
happened to hit whar he did. But then,
he can have the flask if he can git it, or
you either."
Tarbox bit his lip, and looked to the
other members of the party, undecided
how to act. Seeing his irresolution, Ran
ney stepped forward and said :
"Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Tarbox.—
The flask is mine, and I will see to getting
it.
'You will, eh ?" snarled the bully.—
"Git away from me--out of arm's reach—
or I'll smash ye like a roast tater !"
Thus speaking the giant swung his fists
about, but the young man did not move.
Instead he received a blow upon the head
which knocked away his hat, and seemed
to change his whole nature to that of a
young lien. With a strength and agility
wholly unlooked for he dealt the giant a
fearful blow upon the nose which threw
him to the ground, and deluged the un
comely face and beard with torrents of
blood. There was a momentary struggle
upon the ground after the bully fell, and
then Stephen stepped back a pace or two.
In a moment the ruffian was upon his
feet again, and with a fearful curse he
placed his hand where he expected to find
a revolver But it was gone. Then he
sought for his knife, but that too was
missing. The young man had taken the
precaution of removing them, so that now
they stood upon equal ground. But what
a contrast ! Nine inches in height the
bully towered above his adversary, while
in actual weight he was more than twice
his equal.
There was no parley or hesitation. Find
ing himself weaponless, Jack rushed for
the young man, and would have crushed
him in a deadly grasp, but the young man
did not wait for the process. A quick,
fierce blow, falling just where the other
had fallen, staggered the rascal, and before
he could see what had become of the man
he supposed already in his grasp, a tre
mendous crack in the ear brought him
again to the ground. Again he scrambled
to his feet, and again he was knocked down
by a single reverberating blow. The third
time he arose, but before he could wipe
the blood from his eyes sufficient to dis
tinguish his antagonist the hard earth
again became his bed.
Thia time he did not rise immediately.
It was patent to every one before this stage
of the encounter that he was overmatched
for once, and at last that fact seemed to
have become clear to his own mind Draw
ing the flask from his pocket he cast it
upon the ground muttering savagely :
"There's yer old flask ! Take it if yer
want it so bad !"
Stephen stepped to the spot where the
coveted prize lay, and picked it up, placed
it besid‘ his rifle. Then turning again to
the disconifitted bully who had now risen
to his feet, he continued :
"Jack Dunlaw, I am not done with you
yet. A few days ago you brutally insulted
Cora Russel. I could have shot you dead,
and I should have done it if I had not
pitied you. You can take your choice—
go, and on your knees ask her pardon, and
then quit this place forever, or die where
you stand! This quarrel is not of my
seeking, and now you have begun it, take
your choice. I give you three minutes to
decide."
A half dozen watches were produced,
and the attention of our party was divided
between their slowly moving hands and the
excited group before us.
At first it seemed as though Jack de
sired to renew the fight. He looked around
upon those who had been his confederates,
but their sympathy had gone, and it was
apparent that Stephen Ranney had in a
moment become the hero of the occasion.
Jack's eyes, too, were nearly closed from
the energetic blows be had received, and
his courage, if he ever had any, seemed to
have gone entirely.
A nod, a watch closed and returned to
the pocket of its owner, announced the
expiration of the time. Not a change of
muscle or expression passed over Stephen's
features as he remarked :
'The time is up, Jack Dunlaw; will you
live or die ?"
Jack looked around once more and plain
tively asked :
"What do you say, boys?"
.
"Do as he tells per," replied one who
had been Jack's most devoted supporter in
times past.
• .
The last hope seemed to leave the con
temptible giant. In a voice weak and
wavering he said :
"I'll leave; that orter satisfy ye."
"You will do what I said, or—"
The sentence remained unspoken. Jack
Dunlaw bowed his nead, and walked
meekly away to make the required apology.
I did not follow him, though many did.—
Five minutes later I saw him, the blood
washed from his face, walking slowly away
into the forest. We did not see him again,
nor did he return to that station to my
knowledge.
The thvor which Jack lost was trans
ferred to Stephen, and a fine village, which
has since grown up there, bears to day the
stamp of his quiet energy and power.
*flat Pistellaiv.
The Apprenticeship System.
The country is overcrowded with tramps.
It is very rare indeed that one can find a
skilled, or even a fairly trained mechanic
am nag the throngs of tramps infesting the
country. When times are dull the skilled
laborer does not take to the highway as a
mendicant or beggar. But he who never
knew how to earn his bread except by the
coarsest kind of labor is the ready material
from which a tramp is wade. How does
it happen then that there are always, even
in ordinary times, so many untrained, un
skilled laboring men ready to serve the
purposes of demagogues and plotters ?
Gov. Hartrunft, of Pennsylvania, says that
the decline of the system of apprentice
ship and the decadence of skilled labor go
together, and these, he says, are due to a
variety of causes. We should be inclined
to say, however, says an exchange, that
the latter is caused by the former; that
the disappearance of the apprenticeship
system has resulted in turning %drift upon
society a vast amount of bone and sinew
destitute of training in useful labor. The
Governor is right, however, in saying that
the hostile attitude toward the apprentice
system, and the introduction of labor-sav
ing machinery have helped to degrade la
bor and that this result has been facilitated
by the tyranny of trades unions. It is an
old story. In their jealous anxiety to pre
vent their trades from being overcrowded,
the labor organizations have shut out
young learners.' In innumerable instances
strikes have been ordered and carried out
in industrial establishments when a single
apprentic has been introduced beyond the
narrow limit fixed by the rules of the cen
tral organization. Fathers who were skill
ed journeymen in their trades have delib
erately voted to shut their sons out of the
industry by which they earned their own
bread Or, controlled by a selfish and
heartless directory of their own, they have
thrown down their tools, left the forge and
furnace to cool, and have sat in wasteful
idlesess rather than let some poor youths
learn in their shop how to earn an honest
living. Is it any wonder that the profess
ions and commercial callings are overcrowd
ed, while there is a lack of skilled me
chanics and an excess of common laborers?
The Horse Hair Snake,
There is a well known popular belief
which still largely survives in spite of the
efforts of the naturalists to assure the publio
of its fallacy, that the gordius, or horse
hair snake, is actually live horse-hair.--
There are still many peeple who firmly be
lieve that if the hair from a horse's mane
or tail is left fur some weeks in running
water, the individual hairs will assume vi
tality and become "horse-hair snakes."—
Many a country lad tried this experiment,
though, of course, with unsatisfactory re
sult. At a recent meeting of the Mary
land Academy of sciences, Professor Uhler,
the president read an interesting
.paper
summing up our knowledge of this strange
worm Dr. Leidy has determined the fact
that in its adult state the "horse-hair snake"
dues not eat any food; like many insects
in this final stage of life, it is then solely
devoted to the reproduction of its species.
A single female may have an enormous
number of eggs ; Dr. Leidy's estimate is
6,624,800. The young gordius attaches
itself as a parasite to many fishes and small
aquatic creatures, and also to such inseote
as grasshoppers and day-flies The length
of the mature gordius is about fourteen
inches; its thickness, the twenty-fifth of
an inch; its tendency to coil in knots has
given the worm its scientific name.
A KENTUCKIAN has sued a mature In
dian maiden of forty years or more for
breach of promise.
Drifting.
Drifting along, this human barque,
Freighted with manhood, love and woe ;
Drifting along with shadows dark,
Our captaiu and pilot the deadliest foe;
Drifting along with the waving corn,
The ripened harvest and new mown hay ;
Drifting along with the setting sun
From early morn till close of day.
Drifting along with a weary life,
Encouraged by phantasy—never there ;
Drifting along with care and strife,
Building castles in the air ;
Drifting along from our childhood's home,
From the cheery glow of a mother' love ;
Drifting along contented to roam,
Painting pen pictures as onward we move.
Drifting along on the treacherous sand,
Tasting the water from a bitter cup ;
Drifting along to that distant land,
For the tide of life to gather us up ;
Drifting along with sin and remorse,
A saddened heart and prostrate form ;
Drifting along a stiffened corse—
We are drifting to him who shelters from
harm. -CLAITDE DEHAVEN.
The Hot Springs, Arkansas.
At the foot of the mountain, rising 1060
feet below tide-water at the Gulf, on whose
sides the springs gush forth, lies the town
of Hot Springs, following the windings of
the narrow rocky valley of the Hot Springs
Creek. It consists of one long, irregular
street called Valley Street, which crosses
and recrosses the little stream. The Val
ley of the latter runs almost due north and
south, the Hot Springs Mountain rising to
the east, and more thickly wooded hills to
the north and west. At one part, the
picturesque little valley is so narrow that
the street takes up most of the level, the
houses on one side being built over the
creek and almost into the mountainside,
which in many places has been cut into
and blasted away to make room for the
buildings and other improvements. The
town broadens out considerably on the
more level country at the south, toward
the Ouachita river, and at the other end
the houses are scattered for some little dis
tance up the valleys of the two streams,
which, joining at the northern end of the
town, together with the waters from the
mountainside, from the Hot Springs
Creek. This stream, after passing over
its rocky bed in the valley, flows due south
for some six miles to where it joins the
historic Ouachita
There are some fifty-six springs in all,
said by some to be one spring with this
number of outlets, ranging in temperature
from 97° to as high as 148°, and situated
at different elevations on the Hot Springs
Mountain, and in the valley of the creek
below, the highest issuing 180 feet above
the Hot Springs Creek, and all rising with
in a space of 1200 feet long by 200 wide.
The majority of the springs are situated
well up on the mountain side, a few are
distributed along the base, while others
rise on the banks of the creek, and one
springs from the bottom. The hot waters
rise to the surface through a formation of
milk-white aovaculite rock, on top of whieh
they have deposited a layer of calcareous
tufa, in some places of very considerable
thickness. They are supposed to derive
their high temperature directly from the
interior of the earth, either by passing over
and through heated formations, or by
through permeation with heated gasses and
vapors, rising far below from the molton
subterreue.
The springs rising on the mountain are
those used for bathing purposes, and are
mostly covered over to prevent any pollu
tion at the fountain head, as well as to
preserve as much as possible all the prop
erties of the water until it is brought into
use. The waters are carried by a system
of wooden pipes to the above different
bath-houses. They are still so hot on
reaching the bathing tubs that cold water.
has to be added. Together these springs
discharge some 344 gallons per minute, or
nearly 500,000 gallons of hot water daily,
having an average temperature of 136°
Fahrenheit—certainly plentifully and hot
enough for any number of invalids.
Hot vapor rises continually from the lim
pid waters, while carbonic acid gas bub
bles to the surface. In the colder months
the vapor, becoming visible, rises in such
clouds that it looks like a fog hanging over
the mountain-side. Day by day the springs
are depositing the tufa, which forms in
crusted basins for the clear sparkling wat
ers. This is also found as a coating on the
pipes and troughs, in the receiving tanks,
and, in fact, wherever the waters pass. At
the base of the mountain the ridge formed
by the tufa hangs over the hot waters of
the creek.
The diseases notably benefited, and in
many cases cured, by the use of the waters
of the Arkansas Bethesda are those of the
skin and blood, nervous affections, rheu
matism and kindred diseases, and the va
rious diseases of women. In the case of
acute and inflammatory diseases, especially
those of the heart, lungs, and brain, the
use of the waters is injurious, and in many
cases very dangerous.
The treatment is by drinking and bath
ing in the waters and in their steam, pro
ducing in each case a profuse perspiration,
which is an active agent in the elimina
tion of the disease by natural channels.
The advice of a physician who has well
studied the effect of the waters on the sys
tem is necessary, during their use, as they,
if rashly used, are as powerful in breaking
down the constitution as they are in build
ing it up. In many cases the system has
to be prepared fur the treatment by a course
of medicine.
The hot baths are usually taken once a
day for three weeks, when a rest is neces
sary, the patient probably spending a week
at the neighboring sulphur springs, near
the Ouachita River. A second three weeks'
course is then taken, followed again by the
abstinence of some days from bathing. The
duration of the treatment depends, of
course, upon the nature of the complaint
and its degree of severity. The usual stay
at the springs is from one to three months,
but many invalids stay a year and longer,
and, in fact, some settle there —Harper's
Magazine.
Shrewdness.
An exchange says a New York whole
sale grocer, who became rich from his trade,
lately stated one of his rules of action.—
When he sold a bill of goods on credit, he
would subscribe for his customer's local
paper. As long as he found him adver
tisiag liberally and vigorously, be rested
easily, but as soon as he noticed a falling
off in his advertising interests, he assumed
there was trouble ahead, and moved
promptly to collect my claim. "For," said
he, "the man who is too poor to advertise
his business, is too poor to do business."
The withdrawal of an advertisement is an
evidence of weakness that business men
are not slow to observe.
THE Erie railroad carried nearly six
million tons of freight and a little over five
million passengers last year.
Altoona Daily Globe]
Arrested for Murder.
THE NARROW ESCAPE FROM A FELON'S
DEATH OF JAMES T. M'OITIOAN, A
PRINTER-ADVENTURES OF M'OUIGAN
AND JACK MOORE
Most of our readers will remember the
triple murder that was committed at St.
Elmo, 111., on the 10th of September, 1877,
by one Frank Rande, otherwise Charles
Scott, a burglar. He was attempting to
ply his nefarious calling at the farm-house
of a man named Scoles and two men nam
ed Barnes and Weirman gave chase. Rande
shot and killed the three meo, the balls
from his pistol striking each og them in the
head. In this connection the following
story may be of local interest :
THE ADVENTURES OF TWO "PRINTS."
John F. Moore, well-known in this city
(he and his father having formerly owned
the Sun), had started to see the West and
reached Louisville, Ky., where he and
James T. McGuigan met, working in the
same office for several weeks, and formed a
close friendship. They jointly made up
their minds to start further west, and took
passage on a river boat for Evansville, In
diana, their objective point being St. Lou
is, Missouri. At Evansville they both
worked one night on the Courier, and, con
cluding to travel cheaply, supplied them•
selves with luncheon, tobacco and a plan
tum sufficit of ''tangle foot," and proceeded
to bounce the freight trains. As bouncers
of freight trains they admit they were not
a success, as it took them three days and
nights to reach McLeansboro, the county
seat of Hamilton county, 111., on the line
of the Southeastern Railroad. Here they
worked part of a day, and were cleverly
entertained by the foreman of the Times.
Strange as it may seem his legitimate name
was Friend—and Moore and M'Guigan
both say he was friendly to them. To kill
time until the freight train caThe along,
they took seats in the spectator's depart
ment of the court room, where the final
argument in a case of an attempt to mur
der was in progress. The printing office
was on the upper floor of the court house
building, and they very readily perceived
that it was about the best place to await
the coming of their Pullman freight. Af
ter sitting there some time, the Sheriff
beckoned to them,and when they approach
ed, he said :
"I will have to arrest you, boys."
"For what ?" said Mac.
"For murder ?" said the Sheriff.
"Where did this murder take place ?"
asked Mac.
'At St. Elmo," said the Sheriff.
"I don't know," said Mac, "where that
is.,,
The two friends had to suspend their
train bouncing for that night, and were
critically examined for evidence against
them, even the soles of their boots being
opened with a knife. The search resulted
in finding nothing of moment except their
Printers' Union traveling cards, dated the
day the triple murder was. committed, at
Louisville, Ky., between four and five hun
dred miles from St. Elmo, the scene of the
murder.
This ought to have released them, but it
seems there was not intelligence enough,
or there was too much eagerness for the re
ward—sl3oo—in the officials of Hamilton
county, and this proof of an alibi had no
effect.
They asked the Sheriff to telegraph to
Louisville to their employers there, but he
said that was none of his business, and de
clined.
"When will this matter be settled ?" ask
ed McGuigan, feeling no great alarm, but
still somewhat nervous at the novelty of
the situation.
"By noon, to-morrow," answered the
Sheriff.
THE INNOCENTS SLEEP CALMLY
Conscious of innocence, they slept the
sleep of the just that night, though under
very unhappy circumstances.
Tile Sheriff in the mean time telegraphed
to the authorities that he had the murder
ers, and, after learning that only one man
was wanted, he settled on McGuigan as the
man they were after.
At midnight of the fifth day of their im
prisonment the Sheriff came into the pris
on and shackled McGuigan, and, in com
pany with four guards from St. Elmo, es
corted him to the depot to start for St.
Louis, as it was deemed advisable to take
the prisoner that way to Vandalia, the
county seat of Fayette, of which St. Elmo
is a part. This was done to avoid the St.
Elmo populace, which was very much ex
cited over the capture of the supposed
murderer of three of her best citizens.
Moore was still detained in the McLeans
bore jail, although the officials admitted
that they did not want him. They were
prcbably holding him in the hope that
they would hear of some other murder to
charge him with, but he was finally re
leased on McGuigan's arrival at Vandalia.
McGuigan with his custodians reached
East St. Louis about 7 a. m., and had
breakfasted there, the Sheriff refusing to
take off the manacles while he ate. At 8
o'clock they started for Vandalia, holding
a levee of curious, excited and shouting
crowds at every station. McGuigan got a
copy of the Missouri Republican from the
Sheriff, and read in it an account of his
own arrest and complete identification by
the officers, and for a time, at least, this
fun-loving joker reigned a lion as
"THE TERROR OF THE WABASH."
The newspaper gravely told the people
that this terrible fellow was now on his
way to St. Elmo in charge of Sheriff
Blades, and that he was fully identified by
officer Brocketsby, who claimed that he
was within twenty feet of the prisoner when
he (McGuigan) shot Scoles dead from off
his horse while in pursuit of him. The Re
publican head-lined him as the "St. Elmo
Desperado." We fancy they would have
felt cheap if they had seen what a little
fellow their "desperado" was.
The Sheriff and his prisoner reached
Vandalia, the county seat of Fayette coun
ty, about 11 o'clock, and, in the midst of
an infuriated crowd, surging and struggling
and shouting "Hang him !" the Sheriff
took him by main force into the shelter of
the prison.
Here, the Sheriff being something more
than a fool, did what the Sheriff of Ham
ilton county refused to do—telegraphed
for him to his former employers at Louis
ville. In a few hours answer was received
that McGuigan was innocent, the dispatch
being signed "J. S. Moore, fbreman of the
Louisville Commercial." In the meantime
John F. Moore had been released from the
jail at MoLeansboro, as before stated, and
hurried off to set measures on foot for his
friend's release.
The St. Elmo people claimed that the
dispatch was a fraud, and that the Moore
who signed it was the prisoner's comrade
and accomplice.
THE CITIZENS WANT TO LYNCH MAC.
In the night a mob of two hundred or
more assembled at the Bluff, a short dis.
tepee outside of the town, and through a
committee demanded of the Sheriff the
surrender of the prisoner into their hands
as citizens of St. Eimo. This the Sheriff
refused, and, calling a posse of citizens,
kept the mob at bay until morning.
McGuigan's likeness had been taken and
forwarded to Louisville for identification by
his friends, and the next morning a dis
patch was received stating that a certifi-
cate was on its way, under oath, and the
seal of the United States Circuit Court,
Sixth Kentucky district, attached thereto.
Upon the arrival of the certificate, !do-
Guigan was released. The letter that ac.
companied the certificate and the returned
likeness of McGuigan, and which was sign
ed by the publisher, foreman and two prin.
ters of the Louisville Commercial, stated
that he "worked here several weeks, was
industrious, quiet and inoffensive, but
would sometimes drink a little too much.
Ile left here of his own accord, and could
still have worked here if he had chosen."
Moore and McGuigan met in St. Louis
by accident afterward for an hour, and not
again until they met in the Globe office
on Tuesday evening. Mac. having been
working here for the past two weeks.
THE RIGHT MAN CAUGHT.
On the day that McGuigan was diseharg•
ed from limbo, a young fellow named Frank
Nichols, of Ludington, Illinois, was arrest
ed for the murder. Nichols had been sen
tenced to the penitentiary for nine years,
and was pardoned after serving one•third
of his term. It was thought that he had
taken the lives of the three men through
malice. The grand jury had ignored the
bill against McGuigan, and at once pro
ceeded against Nichols. He was tried and
acquitted.
Frank Rande, or Charles Scott, former
ly of Washington county, this State, was
then arrested in a pawn shop in St. Louis
by two detectives, to which place he had
been decoyed, and in the attempt to cap
ture him he shot officer White in the ieg,
which caused his death a few days after
ward. Rande received two shots during
his fight tbr liberty—one in the left breast
and the other in one of his legs. He is
now convalescent and confined in the jail
at Galesburg, 111., for a previous murder
committed in Gilson, 111., under circum•
stances similar to . those at St. Elmo. His
family, who had not heard of him for five
years, during which time he was serving
out a sentence in the Indiana penitentia
ry—have employed eminent counsel to
deknd him, who will enter the plea of in
sanity. Itande's people reside in Fairfield,
lowa.
[John F. Moore, one of the men men
tioned above, worked for us two or three
weeks, a few years ago, and be is the last
man that we would suspect of being guilty
of such a crime as be was charged with.
"Jack" has too good a heart in his bosom
to injure any person.—En]
The Law Of Panics.
The cause of panics is the same the
world over. New men take hold of busi
ness on a rising wave, and push the work
of producing and exchanging by every
means in their power,nntil, all of a sadden,
demand begins to slacken, and then every
body takes. fright and credit collapses. The
Nation, in discussing this subject says:
What is most curious about the process is,
however, that almost up to the day of
panic, few, it' any, suspect that there is
any dang er ahead. The prosperity seems
sound and healthy. People are all buying
much because they have much to spend.
Merchants are giving their notes freely for
goods because experience justifies the
belief that the goods will be got rid of
easily. Workingmen are receiving high
wages, because employers are making large
profits, and they are making large profits,
because there is an active market. In
short, whichever way we may look, or
whatever tests we employ, we detect noth
ing wrong. Moreover, though there are,
of course, always croakers in prosperous
seasons, there are none whose croaking is
entitled to much attention by reason of
their position or reputation. The leading
capitalists, manufacturers, financiers and
economists almost join in the general
cluickle over the condition of business.
The elaborate explanations of the cause of
the collapse always come after it. Now,
as we said two weeks ago, he would confer
,a great benefit on the civilized world who
would furnish a trustworthy sign that a
panic was near at hand, and who would in
scientific phrase, discover the law of panics,
and thus enable prudent men to disregard
the general hopefulness and restrict their
dealings before the crash came.
The greatdifficulty in the way of any
such discovery lies in the fact that the
panics which have already occurred are
too few in number to furnish any materials
for any generalisation of much value. At
this moment people in both hemispheres
are naturally more interested in the signs
of approaching recovery than in those of
impending rain,bat it is easy to see that if
any such signs could be discovered they
would *be as good in the one case as in the
other. The signs that business is improv
ing and that the tide of prosperity has
begun to flow, are the same signs on which
we must rely to tell us when we are near
high water and the subsequent ebb.
In discussing panics some years ago,
Sept. 23rd, 1873, we drew attention to a
fact which we think had previously been
little noticed—that the interval between
them is twice as great in this country as
in England, and that it is only this coun
try, England and France which have until
recently been exposed to them. Since
1870 they have begun to appear is Austria
and Germany, and even Russia, which
have had one apiece. In England the
first was in 1807, 1826, 1837,1847, 1857,
and 1866, or at intervals of about ten
years. In this country the first was in
1815, and they recurred in 1839, 1857,
1873, or at intervals of about twenty years.
The reason they appeared first in England
and next in this country is the earlier de-
velopment in these two countries not only
of commercial and industrial enterprise,
but of the system of buying and selling on
credit—that is, not with money, but with
promises to pay money.
- Without credit you cannot have panics.
They do not show themselves in an agri
cultural community. That England has
been,during the last 75 yeara,more panicky
than the United States, is due in part to
the more rapid growth and greater volume
and extent of trade and industry, but also,
there can be little question, in part, to the
fact that panic is a mental condition which
may be warded off by a more hopeful tem
per or less dread of the consequences of
failure.—Ex.
As a frightened darkey, chased by an
infuriated bull, neared the boundaries of
the field, he enthusiastically exclaimed,
"Millions for de fence, but not one cent
for de brute."
NO. 5.