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11Y AMY HANDOLPH,
Marla Harlan wuh alono In the world
—her mother Just buried.
She waH a beautiful, brown haired
girl, with soft shy eyes of violet gray,
and rosy Ups compressed to a firmness
far beyond her years. Nor after all she
was scarcely seventeen, and so Deacon
Gray was telling her, as he sat by the
fire spreading his huge hands over the
tardy blaze and usked :
“ But what are you going to do to
’urn your bread and butter, child ?”
11 1 don't know—l haven’t thought—
Mamma had an uncle in New York
who ■”
11 Yes, yes—l’ve hern tell about him
—hu ivas mud 'cause your mother did
not marry to suit him, wasn't huV"
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray
waited a few minutes, hoplngsho would
admit him Into her secret meditations ;
hut she did not, and the Deucon went
home, to tell Ills "that Harlan
gal was the very ipieorest creature he
had overcome across.”
In tho meanwhile Marian was packing
her few scanty things Into a lltllccurpet
hag, by tho weird flickering light of tho
dying wood fire.
“ 1 will go to New York," Hhe said to
hersulf, setting her small pearly teeth
firmly together.
" My mother's uncle shall hear her
eaiiHe pleaded through my own lips.
Ob, I wish my heart would not throb
so, wildly! lam no longer meek Min
nie llurlun ; I am an ornlian all alone
in the world who must fight life’s bat
tle with her own single hands!”
Gower Broadway at seven o'clock I*.
M. VVliat a babel id' crashing wheels,
hurrying humanity and conglomerate
noise It was! Minnie Harlansat In the
corner of an express ollice, under the
Hare of gaslights, surrounded by boxes,
and wondering whether the people ever
went crazed In tills perpetual din and
tumult. Her dress was plain—gray
poplin, with a shabby old-fashioned
little straw bonnet tied with blind; rib
bons, anil a blue veil, while her article
of baggage, the carpet bag, lay in her
lap. Hhe had sat there two hours, and
was vury, very tired.
“ Poor little tiling,” thought the dark
haired young clerk nearest her, who
Inhabited a sort of wire cage under a
circlet of gaslights. And then lie took
up his pen and plunged into a perfect
Atlantic Ocean of accounts.
“ Mr. JO vans V”
“ Hir!”
Thu dark haired clerk emerged from
Ills cage with his pen behind Ills ear In
obedience to tho beckoning finger of
1 1 ih superior.
” J have noticed that young woman
sitting here for somu tlmu —how came
alio hero
" Kxpressed on, sir, from Millington,
Jowa, —arrived tills afternoon.”
As though Minnie Harlan were a box
or a paper parcel.
“ Who for?”
“ (ionsigned to Walter Jlurrington,
Ksq.”
“ And why Imn'twlio been called for'."’
“ I sent u]> to Mr. Jlarrington’s ad
dress to notify him Homo time ago; I
expect an answer every moment.”
“ \'ery odil,” said the gray haired
gentleman, taking up his newspaper.
“ Yen, sir, rather.”
Some three-quarters of an hour after
wards, Frank Kvans came to the pale
girl's Hide with an Indescribable pity in
his ha/el eyes.
“iMlhh Harlan, wo have sent to Mr.
Harrington's residence —”
Minnie looked up with a feverish red
upon her cheek, ami ljor hands clasped
tightly on the handle'Ol'thofadedcarpet
bag.
—Ami wo regret to inform you tlmt
ho Hiiileil for Kurope at twelve o’clock
tliin iluy.”
A midden blur camo over Minnie’B
eyoH —Mho trembled like a leaf. In all
her calculations, hlio nnuie noallowunee
for an exigency like this.
“ (’an we do anything furLher for
you?” questioned the young clerk po
litely.
" Nothing—no one ean do anything
Frank Evans hail been turuluguway,
hut something in the piteous tones of
her voice appealed to every manly in
stinct within him.
“Shull 1 send, you to any other of
your friends?”
“ I have no friends!"
“ Perhaps I can have your things scut
to aome quiet fumily hotel!"
Minnie opeueil the little leather jiurau
and uhmved him two cent pieces, with
a smile that was almost a tear.
“This is all tlie money 1 have in the
world, sir!’’
So young, ho beautiful, and ho deso
late! Frank Evans had been a Mew
Yorker all his life, hut he had never
met with ail exactly parallel case to
thiaj lie bit the end of his pen ill dire
perplexity.
“ Hut what are you going to do?”
“ 1 don’t know, sir. Isn’t there a
work house or some such place, I could
go to, until I could liinl something to
do ?”
“ Hardly.” Frank Evans could scare
ly help smiling at poor Minnie’s sim
plicity.
“ They are putting out the lights, and
preparing to close the oilice,” said Min
liiestartiugtoher feet. “J mustgosome
where.”
“ Miss Harlan,” said Frank, quietly,
“my home is a very poor one—lam
only a live hundred dollar clerk —hut I
am sure my mother will receive you
under her roof a day or two, if you can
trust me.”
“ Trust you ?” Minnie looked at him
through violet eyes obscured in tears.
“Oh, sir, I should be so thankful!”
“ How late you are, Frank ! Here
giye me your overcoat —it is all powder
ed with snow ami—'
But Frank interrupted his basiling
cherry -cheeked mother, us she stood on
tip-toe to take oil'his outer wrappings.
“ Hush mother! there is a young lady
down stairs.”
“A young lady, Frank ?”
“Yes mother; expressed on from
lowa to old Harrington, the rich mer
chant. He sailed lor Europe thlH morn
ing, and she is entirely alone. Mother,
she looks like poor Blanche, and I knew
you wouldn't refuse her a corner here
until she could find someting to do.”
Mrs. Evans went to the door and
called her cheerily out.
“Come up stairs, my dear—you’re as
welcome as dowers in May! Frank
you did quite right; you always do.”
The days and weeks passed on, aud
still Minnie Harlan remained an in
mate of Mrs. Evans' humble dwelling.
“ Itseems just as though she had taken
our dead Blanche’s place,” said the
cozy little widow; “ aud she is so useful
about Lire house. I don’t know how 1
managed without her.”
“ Now Minnie you are not in earnest
about leuving us to-morrow
“ I must, dear Mrs. Evans. Only
think—l have been hero two months
to-morrow; and the situation as gover
ness is very advantageous.”
“Very well, I shall tell Frank how
very obstinate you are.”
“ Dearest Mrs. Evans, please don’t!
Please keep my secret.”
“ What secret Is it that is to he so re
ligiously kept?” asked Mr. Frank
Evans, coolly walking into the midst of
the discussion, with his dark hair tossed
about by the wind, and his hazel brown
eyes sparkling archly.
“Secret!” repeated Mrs. Evans, en-
ergetically wiping her dim spectacle
glasses. “Why, Minnie is determined
to leave us to-morrow.”
“ Minnie!”
“ I must, Frank, I have no right fur
ther to trespass on your kindness.”
“No right, eh? Minnie, do you know
that the house has been a different house
since you came Into it? Do you sup
pose we want to lose our little sun
beam?”
Minnie smiled sadly, but her hand
felt very cold and passive in Frank’s
warm grasp.
“Yob’ll stay, Minnie?”
“No.” She shook her head deter
minedly.
“Then you must be made to stay,”
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VOLUME 67.
said Frank. “I’ve missed something
ol' great value lately, and I hereby ar
rest you on suspicion of the theft 1”
“Missed something!” Minnie rose,
turned red and white. “ Oh, Frank,
you can never suspoct me !”
“ But I do suspect fact I
am quite sure the article 1s In your pos
session. "
“ The article !”
“My heart, Miss|Mlnnle! Now look
here : 1 love you, Minnie Harlan, and
I will be a good and true husband to
you. Stay, be my little wife !”
So Minnie Harlan, Instead of going
out as a governess, according to the
programme, married the dark haired
cleric in Ellison’s Express Office.
They were very quietly married, early
In the morning, and Frank took Minnie
lio'mo to Ills mother, and then went
calmly .'about Ills business In the wire
cage, under the circlet of gas light.
“ Evans !' J
“ Yes sir.”
Frank, with bis pen behind Ills ear
as of yore, quietly obeyed the behest of
the gray lieuded official.
“ Oo you femembeiftheyoung woman
who wus expressed'on from Millington,
lowa, two months since?”
“ Yes, sir—l remember her.”
A tall silver haired gentleman here
Interposed wllli eager quickness:
“ Where In she? I am her uncle
Waller Harrington. I have just re
turned from Purls when the news of her
arrivul reached me! I want her; she
Is the only living relative left me
“Ah! hut sir,” said Frank,
can't have her.”
“ (Jan’t have her? what do you
mean ?”
“ Hus any tiling happened'.
“ Yea, air, something lias happened ;
Miss Harlan was married to lue this
morning.’
Walter Harrington started.
“ Take me to her,” he said hoarsely.
" J can’t he parted from my only rela
tive for such a mere whim.”
“ 1 wonder if he calls the marriage
service and wedding ringinerewhims,”
thought honest Frank ; hut he obeyed
“ Minnie*,” mild tlie old man, in fal*
,urlng aecenU, “you will conic* to me
uxl tt(j tlie daughter of my old age? I
mi rich, Minnie, and you are all 1 have
n tlie world.”
Hut Minnie ntole her hand through
ic»r hu.sbaml’H arm.
“ Deurent uncle, he wan kind to me
L»n i wa.H mont desolate and alone. I
.not leave my husband, uncle Walter
love him!”
“ TTien you must both of you come
and ho my children,” suid tlie old man,
doggedly, “ And you must coine now,
for the great house Is us lonely us a
tomb."
Frank Evans Is no longer an express
clerk, and pretty Minnie moves In vel
vet unddiamonds; hut they are quite
uh happy us they were In the old days,
und thut Is saying enough. Uncle
Walter Harrington grows older and
feebler every day, and his too children
are the Hunshinu of his declining life.
A Strange Story.
Ten years ago I was elected Sheriff of
county, Illinois. This was my first
election, and I have been-returued sev
eral,times since. My lirst attempt to
open court was made during an inipor
tanttrlal. Theorimiual was a depraved,
desperate wretch, who had been indict
ed tor an atrocious and brutal murder.
The fellow was'greatly hardened and
seemed to care but little how the trial
went; the evidence was strong against
him, and when the cnHU was submitted
to the jury, they returned a verdict of
guilty without leaving their seats.
The execution wasllxed for u day two
weeks after the trial. Of course it was
a distasteful duty, J ussure you; for
though I knew full well the man de
served his fate, I did not relish the idea
of hanging him. I got through with It,
and set him to dancing in the air. He
struggled but little. 1 thought he had an
easy death. After hanging the usual
time he was cut down, and his body
given to his lriends for Interment. I
thought I had seen the last of the man,
as the wagon containing the body drove
out of the jail-yard—but I was greatly
mistaken.
About four months after the execu-
tion, I happened to be passing my barn,
when I saw u man sitting in the door
way with his head resting on his hands.
J did not like his looks, so I approach
ed him, and asked him what he wanted
there. He raised his head and looked
at me in silence. lam not given to su-
perstition, aud I don’t think I’m very
timid ; hut I felt my blood grow ice cold
us I recognized the man before me as
the same man whose execution 1 had
conducted. His lace showed no trace
of his violent end; and the only indi
cation of it, now visible, was a slight
disfigurement of the neck. I scarcely
knew what to say or think, for I had
seen him hung and pronounced dead,
ami had delivered his body to his
friends for burial; and yet after a lapse
of four mouths, there lie sat looking at
me with a face as white as asheet. The
terror which was exhibited in his coun
tenance convinced me that lie was no
ghost, so l asked him, with as much
coolness as I could command:
“ Jack Harkings, do you know me?”
“ You’re the man that hung me,” he
replied doggedly, at the same time mov
ing away.
“Before you go, Larkings,” said I,
“ 1 would like to know how you cheated
tlic gallows.”
“ You won’t peach on any of them
folks that helped me, will you?” lie
asked.
“ No, I replied, “ I will not get any of
them into any trouble ; I simply wish
to know how you were resuscitated.”
He hesitated for some time, hut upon
a renewal of my assurances that none
of ills friends should he molested, he
told me the following story :
“ When I put the rope around his
neck, and left him on the gallows, he
felt a faintness about the heart, caused
by realizing his fearful situation for the
lirst lime; Hut before lie had time to
think, tile trap was sprung, and he fell
through the opening. His thoughts
were remarkably clear, and lie seemed
to have the power of seeing far above,
below, and allaroundhim. Everything
assumed a bright Vermillion hue, and a
soft, dreamy languor stole over him,
until lie became insensible. There was
nothing painful or unpleasant in any
thing he had undergone. He seemed
to be sinking into a delicious sleep, and
all liis thoughts were pleasant. The
next he remembered was being wrung
by the most agonizing torture. The
pains were not confined to any particu
lar place, but extended through the
whole body. His first thought was that
he was in perdition, and was suffering
the penalty of liis crimes. The pains
increased each moment, and at last be
came so intense that he started to his
feet with a scream of anguish, at the
same time opening liis eyes. Great was
liissurprise to find himself in hisfather’s
house; in the midst of his friendH and
relatives. He fainted at once, and when
he recovered found himself in liiß own
bed. As soon as it was thought safe to
do so, his friends informed him that'
upon bringing his body home, they had
determined to resuscitate, him although
they feared it would be useless. They
worked faithfully nndatlastsucceeded.”
“Butsir,” said the man in conclusion,
“ coming to life again was much worse
than dying.”
The man promised to leave the State
aud try to do better. I had but little
confidence in him, yet I let him go. He
kept his word, however, and a short
time ago I heard he was a well-to-do
farmer in one of the territories.
This is the manner in which Igotmy
ideas about hanging, aud I think you
will admit their force.
The East Baltimore Union League, Fri
day night, adopted a series of resolutions
advocating the adoption of the Constitution
al Amendment, uud pledging themselvos
to Support the principle of universal suf
frage.
A Western paper contains a formal notice
—“ whereas” if anybody sells or gives the
signer any liquor, even though ho ask for it,
ho the signer pledges himself to prosecute
the party as soon as he gets sober. This is
a new way of committing/e!o deae through
the types.
Taking a Whale.
BY ROOEB STARBUCK
Early one morning while we were
cruising ofr the coast of Peru for sperm
whales I was dozing on the maintop
gallant cross-trees. Suddenly something
seemed to go right through my brain.
I woke to discover that it was the wild
voice of Zadlk, the Captuin’B harpooner,
a tall, swarthy, straight-haired youth,
half Kanaka, half English. He was
very tender-hearted, but an excellent
whaleman, whose power of vision was
truly remarkable. He stood on the other
side of me, shrieking with all the force
of his lungs:
“ There blowß ! —there blow-ow-s !
there—there— there —blows!”
“ Where away !” thundered old Capt.
Boom, glancing aloft.
" On the weather-bow, four miles.off,
heading to leeward!”
This unswer sent an electric thrill
through every vein : the old ship lurch
ed us If she lelt It too.
Up came old Boom, with spy-gloss
slung over his shoulder, mounting two
ratlines ut a time. When on the cross-
trees he Just gave one squint with his
telescopu ; then his voice rung through
the ship like a greut saw going through
“ Back the main-yard—clear away
the boats!” It would have done you
good to see the men jump to falls und
braces. The ship came up slowly, and
Boom went down like lightning by
means of a back-stuy.
Zadlk, following him, sprung like a
deer into the starboard bout.
“ Lower away !” growled the Captain.
Buz-z-z! buz! buz z-z z ! sounded the
falls, and swash! went the four boats,
almost simultaneously, into the water.
The merry dogs bundled Into them,
and away t.iey llew, the Captain’s taking
the lead.
“Snap your oars, ye griffins ! Make
the lire lly, my bull-dogs! Long uud
strong's the word! Breuk your backs
every mother's son of ye!" gritted the
old fellow through his teeth.
In a similar manner the otherolllcers
encouraged their crews, until they hud
proceeded about fourmllos, when orders
were given to stop pulling.
“None of your dare devil pranks, Tom,
if you get alongside u whale!” said the
skipper to his son—a lad of ilfteen,
who belonged to the after-thwart in the
lirst mate’s boat.
Tom—the ship's favorite—smiled and
Hliook Ills curly head. At Lite same mo
ment the water broke Into a whirlpool
a few fathoms astern.
There was a hurried whispering; then
the boats were forced round as a very
small whale—a calf —rose to thesurface.
We perceived at once that the creature
had been struck by some other crew,
for the shank of an iron protruded from
its body. It seemed very weak and In
much pain, moving slowly and now
and then reeling sideways with a sudden
plunge. It swam in a circle as if be
wildered, and the noise of Its spouting
somehow reminded me of the wailing
of u child.
“ Paddle ahead!" was the order, for
every man believed that the mother of
the calf—the cow whale—was not far
off.
The first mate was soon within dart
ing distance.
“ Give it to him !” lie shrieked, and
whiz, whiz! went the hurpooner’s irons,
one after the other, Into the animal’s
body. For a few moments the little
whale, as if half stupefied, remained
nearly motionless ; then, breeching, It
camu down, writhing and whirling its
llukes lit great agony, ufLor which it
sounded. It was too weak to drag the
boat very fast or very far; it soon rose
about fifty yards ahead.
"Haul line!” ordered the mute, now
in the boat’s bow, lance in hand.
As he spoke the water on one side of
the calf suddenly parted with a roar
like a cataract, und an enormous levi
athan—the cow whale—boomed up
from the surface, beating the sea with
lier llukes and spouting thunder.
Bound and round her offspring she
swam, but soon paused, as if half para
lyzed with astonishment and grief at
the situation of the sufferer. A moment
she remained thus, then moved ahead
slowly andgently, occasionally turning,
as if to entice the little creature to fol
low. In fact the calf endeavored to do
so, but was too badly crippled to swim ;
it made a few feeble plunges toward its
parent and then began to writhe and
wheel in great agony. Perceiving that
it was now in its llurry, the mate
stopped hauling line, and remained
watching the animal until its blood
red spout no longer rose, and it rolled
over quite dead.
Now the behavior of its mother was
pitiful to witness. She seemed unwill-
ing to believe that her young one was
really dead. Bound it she slowly swam,
spouting with a noise something be
tween a shriek aud a gasp. Then she
moved ahead as before, and like one
half crazy, seemed not yet to have
abandoned the hope of being followed
by her offspring.
Meanwhile her enemies were rapidly
but stealthily advancing. Soon the
Captain who was foremost, was near
enough to dart.
" Letherhaveit!” he growled. Zadik
raised his harpoon ; at the same moment
tlie .cow gently rubbed its great head
against the little whale, as if to ascer
tain the reason why it would not follow
her.
Zadik lowered the pointof his weopon;
his wild eyes softened.
“That whale’s just like a human
mother, Captain,” said he, “and I
haven't tlie heart to strike it!”
‘ ‘ Dog !’ ’ hissed Boom,
Dart! dart! I tell ye !”
As he spoke a sudden change came
over the whale, which now, half turn
ing, saw the boat. Wrathful and wild
for revenge, she breached, the whole
length of her enormous body, out of
water; then falling back with the din
of a hundred thunder-bolts, she made
straight for the boat, her bristling jaw
wide open, her broad flukes beating the
sen!
“ iStarn ! starn!” gritted old Boon,
aud every man of his crew except Zadik
turned pale.
The harpooner Had changed with the
leviathan. The llush of fight was now
on his cheek, and there was fire in his
eye. His dark brow was wrinkled ; the
endß of his straight black hair bristled
like spear points. He motioned to the
Captain to keep off a little, and, being
obeyed, sent both irons wiiizziug into
the side of tlie monster’s hump !
Maddened with pain, fiercer tliau
ever, the whale made a swift dash to
ward the boat, which she must have
grappled had not the Captain, by adex
trous movement, whirled the light ves
sel to one side. Thus baffled, the mons
terduve, shaking a savage warning with
her flukes as she disappeared. Away
went the boat, swift as a whirlwind,
the line humming around the logger
head, and the crew cheering like wild
demons in answer to the cheers of those
who were pulling after, them.
Zadik aud the Captain changed places,
and the “ old lion,” as we called Boom,
soon had his lance ready. The whale
came up a quarter of an hour later, aud
“Haul line!” was the order. When
within darting distance the skipper sent
his long weapon quivering into the
monster’s body. Enraged beyond all
bounds, she came booming towards us
in a cloud of whirling spray tossed by
her busy flukes.
“ Starn ! starn !” from the “ old lion,”
and every time he spoke he was either
darting his lance into the whale or pull
ing it back. Thicker and faster flew
the spray, almost hiding the animal
from _us, until suddenly its great head,
bursting from the white foam cloud, we
saw the bristling jaw within six inches
of the skipper!
Had the nerves of Zadik failed him,
the old man must have perished the
next minute. But the voice of the half
breed rang like the clang of a hammer,
as with ready steering-oar he whirled
the boat’s broadside toward the mon
ster, and then gave the order to “ stern!”
Snap ! went the monster’s closing
jaw, just missing the boat’s bow ; ana
whiz-z-z-! went the old lion’s lance
again into her body alongside the
hump!
Now, as she dashed furiously toward
LANCASTER PA. WEDNESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 26,1866 :
us, our Bhlpmates arrived to take part
in the combat.
The long limbed first mate, who had
left the calf to be towed by an extra
boat’s crew from the ship, attacked the
monster on one flank, while the Cap
tain and his second and third mates
battled desperately upon the other.
The cheers of the men, the orashing of
the whale's fluke's, mingling with suoh
wild cries as " Lay me on!” " Keep off
a little!” "Now then—steady as you
are!” “ Starn! staru! starn!” “Pull
ahead!” “ Hoo, hoo! take that, old
queen !” “ Mind yourself at that oar!"
“Now then, Mr. Spooner—there's a
‘good sight!’” “Whang! whang!
whang 1 three lances Into her that timeT”
“Hooray! hooray!” etc., etc., were
heard on all sides, while so thick was
the spray that no man could see his
neighbor distinctly.
Vigorously pressed—with lance after
lance piercing her body—her Jaws and
flukes avoided by the vigilant narpoon
ers—the wbule soon acknowledged the
power of her assailants by sending up
into the spruy-cloud a light red foun
tain of blood! With exultant screams
the lancers, still attacking, burled their
weapons in her writhing body, from
which the spout rose darker and lower
every moment.
Suddenly, with ouetremendouswhirl
of her flukes, she struck the first mate’s
boat, shiverlngittoatoms 1 Then slowly
round aud round she swam, the dark
blood-spout now ascending scarcely six
inches!
The Captuin and his third andsecond
officers churned her with their lanceß,
when, turning over, fin out, aud hair
lifting her flukes aud head in one last
spasm of agony, she expired !
The first mate’s crew, being good
swimmers, had not yet been picked up ;
in fact, the Captain had been too busy
to notice which vessel was stoven. Now,
as the poor fellows were helped into his
boat, he looked in vain for his sou !
The sad story was soon told ; poor
little Tom was far down under the sea,
whither lilh frame, crushed by the
whale’s flukes, hud been dragged by
sharks.
The ('apLnin groaned and bowed Ills
aid. Hu did not lift It until we were
oi.gsidu theship. While we were cut
ug In the whale we looked In vain for
m.
“ He is down In the cabin,” said the
mate, “weeping aud sobbing like a
child. He will never be a happy man
agai n ! ”
“Ay, av,” said Zadlk, gloomily. “ I
felt us if no good would come of our
striking that whale 1 We killed her off
spring, and »hc killed the Captain's
son!”
A Story or Two Kisses
I am an old man ; so old am I that,
looking back, life seems very long, and
yet so short that I do notknow whether
many things did not happen in adream.
I am hale and hearty, aud merry, for
the matter of that; and when I laugh,
my laugh rings out clearly aud loud,
they say ; so much so that it makes the
people around, especially my grand
children, aud nephews, and nieces,
laugh too. And when I laugh, the old
times come back when others, who are
now silent, laughed with me. and then
I am suddenly still, and the laugh dies
away; and when I thlukof it, its empty
echoes fill my brain Just as If It were
sleep-laughter in a dream.
When 1 stop laughing so suddenly—
for the merriment aud enjoyment, and,
fortlie matter of that, the grief andpaln
of old men, are short and sudden, like
those of children—my grand-children,
und nephews, und nieces, have a great
dllllculty to stop too; aud they choke,
and nudge each other, and say, “Ah !
thut Is a good story, uncle, almost aH
good us the story you told us yester
day.”
Told yesterday; let me see what It
was that I told yesterday. How long
ago it seems; it must be longer ago
than the time I was twenty years old, a
stalwart, brave fellow in yellow breech
es, black leggings, a heavy brass-bound
helmet, with a white plume tipped
with red, with a clanking sword which
1 now could not lift with my two hands.
I was a royal volunteer then, prepared
to resist the French, and I aud some of
my companions were encamped in
white tents on the east Kent.
Yes; people think me very merry.
And so bless heaven ! I am ; for I try
to stand upright, lour squares to the
world, as a man should ; but, being an
old man, I have blank places in my
heart now, where no love grows; barren
spots In my memory, aud chill and
numbed parts in my feelings, whereto
I cannot look back, aud whereon I dare
not tread and touch lest sudden pain
should come back, like to the shooting
' uu old, old wound.
Been in love? Yes, I should think I
have; how else could J have grand
children, those people who laugh so
hearty when I laugh, aud make me say
how old I am a stjore of times, and say
how well I am looking.
Been in love? I think I was talking
of that, was I not? Yes, been in love!
Well, we just did love when I was a
young fellow, aud I recollect her as I
loved her when she was very young,
and as I love her now. I think that
she could do anything but drink and
smoke, or tell an untruth, or doa wrong
action. Her face was a sweet oval face ;
her hair a very dark brown, nearly
black ; and her eyes a deep blue, full of
merriment at one moment, aye, at all
moments, except when she heard a sad
story or was touched with pain for any
one else, and then they grewdeeperand
deeper as they filled with tears. Not
for herself. .She never cried for herself
that I know of, for she never had a
day’s illness. But she was terribly cut
up when her poor brother died, and
that you see was how I knew her. Her
brother was my right hand man in my
company. Many’s the time that he
stood shoulder to me, good at drill, good
at song, good at anything. He used to
live near the coast; and, indeed, he
joined us, and I was one of his tent
fellows, and liis chum.
Well, he knew people that I knew,
and we were Boon friends ; and he took
me home to show me Alice. He was
always talking about her, and she about
him ; and, when he was there, scarce a
look did she give me. Her brother—
“ whatailsye?
his name was Joe, and mine too—could
do everything, and was the be-all and
end-all of the world, I used to think,
and so one day I tried to run with Joe,
and Joe beat me, and Alice laughed ;
and then I shotagainst Joe, and he beat
me too, and she laughed the more, and
I wrestled with him and threw him ;
and she didn't laugh then, but ran to
see whether he was hurt, and said it
wasn’t fair for Joe to tackle a big fellow
like me, although he was nigh an inch
taller. In short, I could not please her
anyhow.
Well, it was one day when we heard
that the flat-bottomed boats of old Boney
were not comingover, and that the army
of Boulogne had melted bit by bit away
like a snow drift, that we made a night
of it. Ay, it was a night, too ! and being
hot and in the summer time, we must
keep up the fun ti}l the sun came up
over the seacoast, looking red and angry
at our folly. Well, Joe and I—the two
Joes, as they called us—ran down on the
beach and washed our hot faces, and
plunged in the' fresh, salt waves, and
were in a few moments as fresh and
merry as larks. And, after dressing,
Joe must needs take a walk with me—
who was loth, you must know—along
the edge of the clifT. The Beas for cen
turies have been washing that chalk
bound coast, and at intervals there stand
up pillars of chalk, with seas around
them. The people call such a place
“No Man's Land,” and no man can
own it, truly. Well, Joe cametoone of
these, within a few feet—sjay twelve —
from the cliff, and turning to me, said
“ Joe Junior,” said he—l think I see
his bright face now—“ I challenge you
to jump on ‘No Man's Land,’ I do.”
“Joe,” said I, hurriedlv, “don’t be
a fool! It may be it would give way at
the top, and, if it did not, how could
you jump back without a run ? You’d
be stuck on top there like a mad senti
nel or a pillar saint. I’m not going to
jump it.”
“But I am,” said he. And before I
could stop him, if Indeed I had tried,
he took a run and jumped.
It was so sudden that I could only
stand aghast when I saw him there.
He stood. Indeed, but for a moment,
and then he took a back step, and would
have jumped back, when I heard a
rumbling sound, and half the top of the
“No Man’s Lund” parted and the
chalk and earth, and Joe, too, fell down
with a crash on a rocky coust below.
I ran round the little creek to the
other side of a small bay, and throwing
myself down on the turf, stretched my
neok over, looked over aud cried out!
“Joe! Are you hurt, Joe 1”
A faint voice came up, and I couldsee
the poor fellow struggling under a huge
Elece of chalk, which seemed to hold
lm down In agony. He Broiled In a
ghastly way with his whitened race, and
said. "Run, Joe, run ! the tide’s coming
In!’’
Well, I did run, and we got ropes from
the tents, and a few strong fellows held
these as I swung over the cliff', Just
reaching poor Joe os the cold water was
lap, lap, lapplngup to his mouth, tuklug
away his breath, and then running
baok, crawling over him and leaving
bubbles of salt foam, as If In sport, I
got him out, but he could not stand.
Some bones were broken and he was
badly bruised, bo that I was forced to
tie him to a rope, andthey hauled him
up, and afterwards pulled me up, und
we took him home.
Well, well! to make a long story
short, poor Joe died, with my praises on
his lips, and Alice bowed her head like
a broken lllly. It was a long time be
fore she got over it, and summer had
grown into winter, and winter to sum
mer, to autumn, and to whiter again.
The threatened Invasion was all over;
our swords were getting rusty, our uni
forms dirty, andwlien the holidays came
I left the firm In which I had just be
come a partner, and went to spend a
fortnight at my old friend's In Kent.
Alice was there, well aud cheerful
now, aud reconciled to her loss, though
we often talked of poor Joe, anu as the
days wore on we grew close together,
and she called me hy my name anu
Heeined to have transferred her brother’s
love to me. She never told me so nor
let others see It till one merry Christmas
night, when she rejected all her cousins
and her friends and would only dunce
with me.
We had the mlsletoe, too. At last one
mud-cap fellow proposed that the ladies
should kiss the gentlemen all around
when and how they could; and Alice
should play, too ; aud Hhe, In a solemn,
quiet way, smiling sadly andyetsweet
ly, too, took me beneath the Christmas
bough and kissed me on the lips.
And, its many years ago, but I feel it
now. My heart beat so fast that I
hardly dared return it: but I put my
arm around her and took her gently to
the bay window of the old hall, saying,
as I pressed her hand, "Alice, dear
Alice, did you mean that kiss?”
Well, I need not tell you whatshe an
swered. ’Tis fifty years ago, fifty yeais
ago! and I am surrounded by Alice’s
grand-children, aud there is one, a little
thing with light and golden hair that
will deepen Into brown, who plays
around my knees aud tells me her little
stories, her sorrows and her Joys; so
quick, so hurried In their coming and
their going that they are like my own,
and, us we talk, we grow quite friends
and companions, as my Alice was tome.
Bless you, she understands it all! She
Ih a woman In her pretty ways ; her
poutiugs, pettlngs, and quurrellngs.
Hhe manages her household of one wax
doll and two wooden ones, and tells me,
for the wax doll Ih the lady and the
two wooden ones are the servants in the
mob-caps and stulf gowns, when they
gossip with a wooden policeman, who
belongs to her brother, little Joe.
So we are fast friends, little Alice and
; and to-night, on Christmas night, I
lotlced that she could not dance nor
pluy with the pink uud shiny-faced lit
tle boyH who were unnaturally tidy
and clean in their new knickerbockers,
with red stockings ; but she came and
sat by me and talked softly in the fire
light, as Alice did, and made me think
of fifty years ago. And only think how
old times came back and new times like
the old; only just think that when her
mother told her she should choose a
sweetheart,shegotalittlebitof mistletoe
and climbing slyly on my knee,and hold
ing me in talk as if to hide her purpose
—though I guessed it soon, I’ll tell you
—she put her doll-like arm around my
neck, and holding the mistletoe above
my head, she kissed me again and again,
and said I was her sweetheart.
So this child sweetheart brought the
old times back—the old times that are
still so distant and so Dear—and the
sweet kiss ’Death the rustling leaves
made me think of my dead Alice in the
grave.
Foreign Gossip—An Affectionate Wife
and a Dutiful Husband.
A London correspondent of a New
York paper gives the following:
It is not often that I have any scan
dal for you, but here is a hit about acer
tain Mrs. N' , whom you may see
daily driving through the streets at a
furious pace, with her meek-eyed lius
hand at her side, his face hearing the
impress of fear in every feature. He
would remind you of Mr. Some
body's picture of despair, if the ludic
rous was not blended quite so strongly
with affright. Mrs. N., however, is a
stunner—a little hit mauny, but a mag
nificent creature, and drives herplneton
well, though she does hold the reins a
little too tightly, perhaps. Imagine,
then, if you can, her indignation when
she heard for the first time that Mr. N.
had accepted an invitation to sup at
Brown's, a jolly fellow of his bachelor
days.
"Only ourselves you know," and
Jones and Robinsons,” said Brown, and
Mr. N accepted, not without mis
givings, however, for he knew what he
would have to encounter when he com
municated his rash promise to Mrs. X.
As fact would have it, his wife looked
awfully splendid and fierce that night.
Between love and fear, his tongue re
fused to speak the words. He would
wait till next morning—there was no
hurry. In a word, he did not tell her
at all, and it was by the merest chance,
of course, that she heard of it.
•"And bo, sir, I hear that you are
going to supper with thathorrible man,
Mr. Brown, to-morrow?”
" I certainly am invited my dear.”
" And what do you propose doing,
Mr. N ?”
" To accept the invitation, of course,
my dear.”
“ Then, of course, you expect me to
accompany you ?”
“To a bachelor’s supper party, my
dear? Impossible.”
“ Then you don’t go, that is all, my
dear.”
And Mrs. N closed her mouth
and Bpoke no more that evening. Mr.
N resolved he would be master
this time, and in silence made his
plans. The day came. No more had
been said on either side—nothing rela
tive to the subject was said now. Yet I
am reluctantly compelled to record the
fact that Mr. Brown and his friends
were disappointed of their friend
N 's company that night.
"That she wouldn’t let him
come,” said one.
"I only Baw him this morning,” said
Brown, “ and he promised to be here.”
“ What a lark, if we called on him.”
"Let us say all.”
And they did so.
A thundering knock ; N ’s street
door was opened to Brown, Jones and
Robinson, and they were Bhown into
the dining-room, where Mr. and Mrs.
N sat immovable in their chairs—
fast asleep.
They had administered a strongopiafe
to each other unaware—the wife to Keep
the husband at home, the husband to
quiet the wife.
A divorce is pending.
The Virginia Legislature has re-eiected
Wm. F. Taylor, auditor of public accounts;
John M. Herndon, Secretary of the Com
monwealth; John S. Calvert, Treasurer,
and J. F. Pendleton, Superintendent ot the
Penitentiary.
Broad street, in Philadelphia, is destined
to be the dnest street in any American city.
It has been extended from Nicetown Lane
to Fisher’s Lane. It is now ten miles long,
with a width of one hundred and thirteen
feet, and straight as an arrow,
Love on tbe Ice.
Lake Austrlce, the skating pond of
Whltestown, was a perfect tlower gar
den ; scarlet, and purple, and amber
and dlvinest shades of azure flirting
about hither and thither, shading ourls
of flax and brightest ebony. Silvery
laughs rung out high above the sharp
click of skater’s steel, and soft eyes grow
tenderly lustrous beneath the fire of
others held all too dangerously near.
Remington Ashe looked on with ad
miration in his dark, bright eyes.
Suddenly a little figure shot out from
the shore, and sped down the lake like
an'arrow. Now keeping close to the
wooded Bhore. then gliding like a sun
beam through the very midst of the
skaters. The scarlet feather in her cap
floated back behind her, mingled with
the black hair, which escaping from her
net, tumbled Into masses of glittering
ringlets on her shoulders.
Ashe touched the arm of a gentleman
near him.
“ Who Is she. Churchill ?"
Verne Churenlll’sdark cheek showed
a touch of crimson.
" Which one?”
"Ah If there was more than one!
She with the scarlet feather and velvet
sacque. The queen of them all."
“Oh; that's Asia Vance.”
"Asia! What a uume ! How came
she by it."
“A conceit of her father's, I have
been told.”
"Humph! An odd fancy! Do you
know her?”
" Yes.”
' Introduce me, please ; I cannot re-
turn to Boston without heurlng her
voice. It ought to be sweet as Bllver
bells to accord with her face and figure.”
“ I see no opportunity, at present, to
gratify your desire,” said Churchill,
rather coldly.
"We will seek the opportunity.
Buckle on your skates. We will over-
takeher.”
"That Is easier said than done. Miss
Vance is a swift Hkater.”
‘ 1 At least there Is no harm In trying, ’ ’
Ashe said, and presently the two gen
tlemen set furth in pursuit of her.
Both skated well —Ashe a little more
sprightly perhaps; but Churchill Ills
superior in endurance.
Asia saw them coming, aud divined
their motive. It pleased her to allow
them to overtake her.
Her brilliant eyes softened slightly,
as they met the expression in Church
ill’s, und a little consoious rose-color
flushed her cheek. He touched lightly
the dainty hand in its soft-furred
gauntlet.
" This is Mr. Ashe, of Boston, Miss
Vance,”
She acknowledged the Introduction
with a gay courtesy. Ashe was fully a
match for her In small talk, and the
acquaintance progressed rapidly.
The two bo lately strangers whirled
off together, leaving Churchill to return
or to follow them at leisure.
He hesitated a moment, and thon
joined Maud Eastford.
Maud was unusually brilliant that
day. The keen air had colored her pale
cheeks scarlet, aud her blue eyes flushed
like Bapphires. Maud and Asia were
rival beauties. Maud’s skates had be
come loosened. She seated herself on
a fallen log, while Churchill arranged
them.
Just then Asia and Mr. Ashe swept
by. Churchill saw the bright flush on
Asia's face, and caught something of
the subtle fascination In Ashe’s dark
grey eyes.
And he, whohad loved with his whole
soul Asia Vance for three years, had
never been able to win from herusmlle
half so tender as that which now
wreathed her face for this stranger.
Churchill's thoughts were bitter. Per-
haps ids countenance expressed some
thing of what was passing within.
Maud bent towards him, one curl of
perfumedgold touched lilscheek. What
u sweet voice she had.
“ What troubles you, Mr. Churchill?”
For a moment the man was tempted.
He looked up into her beautiful face, so
near his own that he could have touch
ed the scarlet II]) with his. Maud loved
him, and Asia was a cold-hearted co-
quette.
He took the hand Maud laid on his
shoulder, and Half encircled her waist
with his arm, but his native truth con
quered. Because one woman flirted,
he would not be false himself. So he
answered Maud quietly:
“Thank you. Nothing troubles me.
Shall we join the company?”
And piqued and disappointed, Maud
reluctlantly assented.
Asia, little coquette that she was,
could not be unmindful of the attrac
tions of Mr, Ashe. His blonde face
with its golden, brown beard and hair,
would have won the heartofalmostauy
young lady. Asia liked the courteous
deference of his manner, and she was
not averse to reading the admiration
expressed in his eyes; besides, the
marked attention made the other belles
spiteful towards her, and Asia liked
that. She did not care how hard the
g'rls felt against her; she knew her
bright eye would set all right with the
other sex.
Ashe walked home with Asia, and
obtained permission to call.
He went there frequently.
His stay in Whitestown was pro
longed from three days to a week, and
to a fortnight. His business had taken
more time than he thought, he said, by
way of excuse. But he could stay no
longer. His partner was becoming im
patient at ids delay, and had peremp
torily recalled him.
The last day of his stay he went down
to the lake. It was the first of April,
but the ice had not yet broken up.
The old people said it was unsafe to
venture on it, but old folks are prone
to croak, and the young people gave
little heed to them.
There was quite a crowd on the ice,
and among them Asia Vance.
Asia had never been gayer. She
glided up to the gentlemen mentioned,
and challenged them to a race.
Ashe’s eyes glittered meaningly.
“ What shall be the stakes we con
tend for, Miss Vance?”
“Whatever you please, ’she answered
quite saucily.
'Very well. I accept the condition.
It Bhall be yourself, if you please.
She blushed, but wastoonlghspirited
too retract.
“So be it. But you must catch me
fairly. I claim that.”
"Right. We are both gentlemen, I
think, ' bowing to Churchill, who stood
a little apart.
“ Allons ,” she said gaily; but in spite
of her light tone, there was a sober
fright in her eye seldom seen there.
She could see that by the way they
looked at each other.
What if Ashe won ? and, again, what
if Churchill won ? She dared not think
lest they should recede.
They started off fairly—all together.
Asia went straight up the lake toward
the head waters. The gentlemen fol
lowed her. None of the party as yet
They glided on
easily, saving their strength for the
final contest. Bwifter and swifter flew
the slight figure of the girl, the distance
between her and her followers material
ly lengthened, and now the race began
in earnest.
People called out that it was danger
ous to go so near the mouth of the Rocky
River, the principal tributary of Lake
Austrice; but they did -not heed the
warning. They were too much excited
to think of peril.
On went Asia, the scarlet feather
streaming out behind her like a war flag
and her silvery voice of defiance now
and then floating back to them.
The color and texture of the ice was
different here. It was dark, and they
could see the water gliding beneath.
Still they would not hesitate to follow
where she dared to lead them.
Ashe’s handsome face gleamed and
his eyessparkled as he sped on ; the ice
bending beneath his weight, and the
water bubbling through the air holes
with a hoarse sound.
He knew how insecure was his foot
ing) he knew the risk he ran; but Asia
a little before him was beckoning him
on.
He made the attempt toadvanoe) but
thaice cracked beneath his feet; the
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water was ankle deep, and It was fright
fully evident that the lake was breaking
up.
“Good God!" he cried, " ail Is lost!”
To go on was death. He was not
ready to BaorlUce himself for the des
perate chance of outskatlng Asia Vance.
He turned quickly, and like lightning
glided back to where the Ice was yet
Intact. Gathering his strength for an
Instant, he made lor the shore.
Churchill’s eagle eye took In thescene
at a glance. His breath came quick,
and his heart bent like billows of the
sea. And his great strength served him.
Over the yielding ice lie gilded on,
gaining perceptibly on the scarlet feath
er. A moment more and he should be
beside her.
Suddenlyshe stopped, transfixed with
horror: at last she realized the deadly
peril of her position.
Churchill strained every nerve, never
for a second losing sight of the grace
ful figure standing bo frigidly erect amid
the roar and tumult all around.
Another Instant—lt seemed hours to
him—and he had thrown his arm around
her.
" I have won you,” cried he hoarsely.
She was white as death, and her still'
lingers climg'to.his nrm with the grip
of despulrr^
“ O, Verne, we are lost,” she cried.
"We mußt trust to the water. Bee It
Is growing deeper.”
Even as he spoke his feet were swept
from under him ; the whole mass of ice
heaved and groaned ; and then the large
cakes drifted tumultuously around.
Churchill wasa strong swimmer, and
battled bravely foi the victory. Some
times it seemed as if he must go down ;
but his will was like iron, and his
strength indomitable.
He fought his way through the mas
sive cakes of Ice, torn and bleeding, but
never despairing.
At last he caught the pliant branch of
a willow which swept far out over the
water, and by its aid drew himself and
his burden to the shore.
Asia looked into Ills face with wide
open eyes, and a glow of crimson steal
ing over tlie ghastly whiteness of her
countenance.
“Havo I wop fairly, Asia?”
“Yes; you have won,” she huUI,
averting her eyes.
" I do not liold you to it unless you
will it. Are you mine freely ?”
" And what then ?” she asked softly.
“Asia!” their eyes met.
She flung her arms around his neck,
and put her face up to his.
“ I give myself to you, oh, so free!
Verne did you not know that I have
loved you so always ?"
Mr. Ashe returned to Boston the next
day, without calling to bid Asia good
bye.
She did not think of the omission
until Mr. Churchill asked her opinion
of Boston breeding.
She answered him saucily:
“I am quite satisfied with Whites
town manners sir.”
Seasonable Hints to Farmers and Gnrd'
The time is now upon us when wo
must prepare for winter. Not a day
should be lost. Many plants, we find,
that are supposed can be protected only
in the green-house, will stand the
winter If carefully laid down and cov
ered with two or three inches of earth.
All such plants as the hydrangeas so
Crotected will come out in the spring
etter than if kept under glass. Even
the unusually severe temperature of last
winter did not affect ours in the least.
So with what are called half-hardy
roHes ; they will keep In the most per
fect order. The strawlug up of roses,
which wo sec iu so many places, is the
very worst thing that can he done with
them. If the winter 1h moist they are
almost certain to he smothered, and
under any circumstances are never
henefitted.
Small criptomaria juponlcas should
lmveathicktwinerun round the branch
es and loosely drawn together, and then
strawed on the suuslde only, leaving
them open to the north. So with Irish
yews. If roses which are strawed were
allowed an unobstructed northern expo
sure, they would stand the winter.
If straw is loosely thrown over maho
nies, and secured against being blown
away by the wind, they will come out
in perfect order. Mahonies growing
toolarge may he pruned as much as de
sired.
Raspberry canes should be pruned for
next year’s growth and laid down In
the row and covered with a couple of
inches of earth so as to secure them in
their places. It will benefit all rasp
berries to lay them down through the
winter. Fig trees must be taken up
bodily and laid in a trench and buried.
Three inches of earth over all plants
are better than any greater quantity.
Spinach sown in the fall should be
slightly covered with straw, and bean
poles laid over the straw to keep it in
its place. Thus treated, this best of all
greens will give the earliest of all green
vegetables in the spring.
A parsley-bed surrounded with four
boards, from eight to twelve inches
high, with a board top or a sash, which
should be covered in very cold weather,
will afford a supply all through the
vinter. If the top is of boards it should
be removed occasionally for light and
sun.
Salsify, like carrots, is better to re
main in the ground, and use as may be
needed.
Strawberry beds should have a light
covering of stable manure ; but where
the ground is low and moist a slight
covering of straw is better, or they will
be winter-killed.
Chrysanthemums Bhould he taken up
as soon as the frost interferes with their
blooms, and placed in sand in a cellar
or pit. Much complaint is made o,
heir destruction during the winter, 1
which we have reason to believe is done
by mice, as all the protection that can
be given to them does not seem to be of
any use.
Gladiolus bulbs should he taken up
and buried In sand. The mice are
particularly fond of feeding upon them
In winter, and many of them will not
stand a severe temperature.
If these homely directions are follow
ed, they will accomplish pretty much
all the good mentioned. —Germantown
Telegraph.
What a Spider Eats per Diem.
In order to test what aspider could do
in the way of eating, we arose about
daybreak one morniqg to supply his Hue
web with a fly. At first, however, the
spider did not come from his retreat, so
we peeped among the leaves and there
discovered that an v earwig had been
caught and was now beiug feasted on.
The spider left the earwig, rolled up the
fly, and at once returned to his “first
course.” This was at half past five A.
M., in September. At seven A. M. the
earwig had been demolished, and the
spider, after resting awhile, and proba
bly enjoying a nap. came down for the
fly, which he had finished at nine A.
M. A little after nine we supplied him
with a daddy-long-legs, which was eat
en by noon. At one o’clock a blow-fly
was greedily seized, and then immedi
ately, with an appetite apparently no
worse for his previous indulgence, he
commenced on the blow-fly.
During the day and towards the eve
ning, a great many small green.flies, or
what are properly termed midges, had
been caught in the web; of these we
counted one hundred and twenty, all
dead and fast prisonersjSh the spider's
nest. Soon after dark, provided with a
lantern, we went to examine whether
the spider was suffering from indiges
tion or in any other way from his pre
vious meals: instead, however, of being
thus affected, he was employed in roll
ing up together, the various little green
midges, which he then took to his re
treat and ate. This process he repeated,
carrying up the lots in little uetack
ndents, until the web was eaten, for the
web and its contents were bundled up
together. A slight rest of an hour was
followed by the most industrious web
making process, and before daybreak
another web was ready to be used in the
same way.
A gunboat with Surratt is expected to ar
rive m about four weeks.
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1&MIH1U0U0.
Philadelphia’s Early Masonic History.
In 1733, at the Tun tavern, then a
fushlonable hotel, on the east side of
Water street, between Walnut and
Chestnut, a Grand Lodge of Masons
was held, as we learn from the gazettes
of the time.
Iu 1734, Franklin was G. M. of Penn
sylvania, and In the same year reprinted
the" 1723 edition of “ Anderson's Consti
tutions,” since reprinted at the “Ma
souio Mirror and Keystone Office,” in
this city.
In 1735, tho Grand Lodge changed Its
meeting from the Tun tavern to the
Indian King, corner of Biddle’s alley,
in Murket street, below Third.
Iu 1741), B. Franklin was appointed
Prov. Grand Master for Pennsylvania.
A Grand Lodgo was held on September
5, 1741), ut the Itoyal Standard', on Mar
ket street, near Second.
In 1760, Win. Allen, lleeorder of tile
city, wusuppoluted l’rov. Graud Master,
and 110 appointed Ben. Franklin Deputy
G. M. The record states, “as farastho
mluutes of the modern G. L.go, Dr.
Franklin was ‘never absent from a
meeting.”
Soon ufter this the craft built a hall
for their use on the site of the old Bank
of Pennsylvania, on Second, near Wal
nut. Tho building, of brick, was finish
ed about 1754, and Inaugurated with
much ceremony. Lodgo alley, now
called Gold street, took Its name from
this building.
In 1758, Lodge No. 2, of Philadelphia,
was constituted.
In 17114 (or as another record suyß 1701)
a patent for u G. L. was issued by the
G. L. of Ancient Masons In London,
and was “No. 1 in Pennsylvania, and
No. 8D In Euglaud.”
Tlie prior patents to Pennsylvania
were from the G. L. of so-called modern
Masons.
During the British occupation of tho
city, the records were destroyed or car
ried oil'.
In 1771) the G. L. was reorganized.
In 177(1 the G. L. of Pennsylvania
separated from tlie authority of the U.
L. of England.
llootli mid the Lord's l’raycr.
11l the palmy days of Booth (tho father
of Edwiu Booth, now performing at the
Brooklyn Theatre), the great trage
dian, together with several I’rlondi, was
invited to dlno by a peason who was
opposed to theatres anil theatre-goings
-and yet who had curiosity enough to
wish to see something of the lion of the
day. During the evening, some one
requested Booth, os a particular favor,
to read the Lord sprayer. Ho expressed
Ills willingness to all'ord the company
this gratification, and all eyes turned
expectantly towards him. Slowly and
reverently ho arose. All were as
tonished ut tho play of emotions
that convulsed ills countenance.
His face became deathly palo, and
Ills eyes tremblingly turned upwurds
were wet with tears. Tho silence could
almost he felt: it became absolutely
painful before Ills rich-toned voice from
tlie death-lined lips indescribably sylla
bled forth, “Our father who art In
lieuveu, etc.” Every heart was thrilled
with the pathos and solemnity of the
occasion. After ho hud, finished tlio
silence continued, until u subdued sob
from u remote corner of tho room broko
tho spell. The host stepped forward
witli streaming eyes ami seizing Booth
by tho lianil suld: “Sir, you have
afforded me u pleasure for which my
whole future life will feel grateful. I
am an old man, and every day from my
boyhood to the present time 1 thought!
lmd repeated the Lord’s prayer, but I
have never heard It before, never.”
Booth replied: “Torcaii that prayer
us it should he read, has cost mo the
severest study and lubor for thirty years:
and 1 am far from being yet satisfied
with my rendering of that wonderful
production. Hardly one person In ten
thousand comprehends how much
beauty, tenderness and grandeur can be
condensed, in u space so small and in
words so simple. That prayer of Itself
sufficiently illustrates the truth of the
ilible, ami stamps upon It the Heal of
Divinity.”
So great an elfect had been produced
by the reading, that after a few minutes
of subdued conversation, the company
brokeupand retired, for the time atleast
with full hearts.
A Wonderful Land With Stone Trees
Six Hundred Feet Long,
lu the Eastern (Slope newspaper we
And a report of many of the curiosities
and great riches of the Black Rock
country, In the Northwestern portion of
California. The reports of the singular
features of that section are of many
years standing, but are so marvelous
that they have seldom obtained cre
dence. Among’ the wonderful Btorles
we have heard is one that there Is a
petrified tree there seven hundred feet
In length ! The present report in part
conflrms previous statements, and es
tablishes the fact, that Black Rock i
one of the wonders of the Pacific coast,
like the, Yosemite, the big trees, the Gey
sers, &e. Besides the curiosities there
appears to be an abundance of silver at
Black Rock, but the ore is said to be of
an unusual variety and very difficult to
work ; but it has been worked with
very good results at the millsat Washoe.
The quantity of ore is so great that It Is
said it will justify the erectionofathou
sand mills. A gentleman who has
visited the section has exhibited to the
editor of the Eastern Slope very many
curiosities peculiar to the country,
strange petrifactions from the ravines,
curious water-worn pebbles from the
mountain tops; knives, arrow-heads
and daggers manufactured by Indian
skill from solid Hint, a superior quality
apparently of ore-block tin, said to con
tain six hundred dollars in silver to the
ton, pebble tin, with itscurlous fracture,
that admits no change in form, and a
thousand strauge and new things. The
editor says:
He also tells us of many strange
things that he saw but could not bring
with him, and many stranger things he
heard but did not see. Among the latter
list of wonders is a great basin that con
tains a petrified forest, apparently float
ed there, many vast trees of solid stone,
ranging from six to fifteen feet In
diameter. Doubtful as thlß tale may ap
pear, shall we dare to dispute its cor
rectness when we know this strange
country has a boiling spring of fresh
water iifteen feet in diameter, that can
not be sounded, from which no drop of
water ever runs -■ that in the same
vicinity there is a flowing stream of cold
and apparently good water, the drink
ing of which! nduces venereal disease;
and that any water found.by digging Is
as salt as salt can make it; that a half
dollar deposited in the soil is eaten up
by the salt, and after thirty days no
vestige can be found !”
An Actress In n Good Itole.
A San Francisco paper says that Miss
Alice Kingsbury, the actress, went to
the Baptist Church in that city, recent
ly, and volunteered to teach a class in
Sunday School. The oiler was accepted,
and tlie superintendent complimented
the lady on (lie manner in which she
performed the duties. He, however,
when lecturing to the children on their
duties, warned them to shun the theatre.
Tor it was a “lighthouse of hell, and all
actors and actresses were emissaries of
the devil." Miss Kingsbury got up
and stated that she was an actress and
a member of the church, and in a short
speech defended the profession in a
manner that placed hora du combat the
man who hau opened the war.
A prize fight took place on Sunday morn
ing, In a hall in New York, between Patsey
Evans and Luke Murphy, for $lOO a side.
After fighting twenty-four rounds, and
both men being severely punished, a panla
took place at the approach of policemen,
and the fight was declared a draw.
The death of a remarkable rabbi of the
Jewish Church of Germany Is announced.
M. Frank was a native ot Wllna, born In
the year 1758, so that he had attained hla
one hundred and eighth year. At that ad
vanced period of life he was without any of
the Infirmities of old age; his hearing was
perfect, he read without speotaeles, ana tools
long, walks up to the last week of his life,