TIE LANCASTER INTELLIGENCEL PIMIASELID :WJEDICESDAY BY O..:SEEITA & €0 MEM= H. G. &DalTg. . . TERMS—Two Dollars per annum, payable In all oases; la advance. • . Titer.AI2CASITEII DAILY Ix.rm.L.rnErrom 12 publlshod'oTory'evoning, Sunday excepted, at Si per annum In advance. OFFICE,43OITIIIWEST CORNER OF CENTRE SQVA.B.E. Oiiscelianeotts. An Adventure In a Lighthouse A Woman•s Courage and Address Miles Garlock was the keeper of the lighthouse on the Skeve as it was called, where, aided by two assistants, he passed most of his time. His wife, Mrs.. Gurlock, or Mam Gurlock as the fishermen called her,- was a comely young woman of eight and twenty, and lived with little Jamie in a cottage on the main land, about two miles away. It was a bright autumn evening, the COI of September, and the birthday of little Jamie; Mani Gurlock took the boy down to the beach, lifted him into their own little boat, the Seamew, and rowed across the smooth water to the lighthouse to visit his father. Garlock was glad to see his wife, gladder still to welcome the Seamew, for which he had present occasion, Old Martin, his more experienced assistant, had been taken In a fit, and Miles wished fo take him ashore for proper nursing and medical care. So after seeing little Jamie safely deposited in his own neat berth, with Its dimity curtains closely drawn, and promising Mans that be would return in three hours at farthest, he helped the infirm old man to the boat and rowed rapidly to the shore. The night closed in, the lamps in the lantern were trim med and lighted, little Jamie slept in the white-curtained berth, and Mans Uurlock sat near him, thriftily busy in mending her husband's coat. It was nearly time for the good man's return, and Abel Rushiton, the assistant keeper left in charge of the lighthouse, went down the ladder that led to the reef of rocks on which the building was perch ed, to look for his coming. A minute or two later his voice was brunt calling from below, " I can Just make out the boat, but she won't hr here for ten min utes yet." Main's grave face relaxed Into a smile and her needle shot more quickly through her work. She wanted to fin ish the coat before her husband got back, but she had still live minutes' work to do when she heard voices be- too far off for her to recognize the tones. Then she heard the noise of footsteps ascending outside, which came presently into the lower room; and then, after a pause, began to mount the iron staircase that led into the room in which she was now sitting. " The foot- . steps of two men, those of Miles and Abel," she said to herself, without turn ing her head to look, for she was just putting in the last stitches. _Did Miles think she had not heard him come up, that he stood there stock still at the top of the staircase' thinking, perhaps, to surp I. ' her whoa she should turn round .' Next moment saw the last stitch put in, and with an emphatic "The c"'. Maui stooped, 111 M bit her thread' in two, and then, with the coat held out at arm's length, turned smilingly to confront her husband. 'rho coat dropped from her lingers, and with a low cry or error, she started to her feet at the sight or two strange faces bent loweringly on her. Next moment, she recognized one of them, and all the color died out of her lace, and with one hand pressed on her heart, she shrank back a step or two, crying as she did so: "Steve Davidson, what bast thou done With my husband '.'" . . . . "I3y the great Fiend himself, it, is Janet (lawny, and nobody else!" ex claimed the man thus addressed. Ile was a man of immense size and strength, with black hair and beard, and eyes to match ; with large, well shaped features, which years of dan gerous war-fare against whatever was good and lawful hail hardened into a set expression of mingled cruelty and suspicion; and with a certain rugged ferocity about him that was not without its attractions for less bold spirits, who were willing to recognize in Mack Stove the presence of a master mind in wrong doing. His companion WIN a little shambling, red-haired man, who squinted horribly, and walked with a limp—a villiau of a far more intellectual stamp than Black Steve, by whom, as it soon appeared, he was regarded with much respect if not with absoluL! fear. Both the men were dressed in rough, half-seafaring costume; but Maui noticed afterwards that tin; red-haired titan's hands were white and slender as those of a woman, and that his accent and style of speak ing were alto4ellier those of a person of some education. . - Black Steve, when he hail in some , measure recovered from his surprise at finding Main Gurloek there, or, as he called her, Janet (lawny, such having been her maiden name, gave vent to a laugh that seemed to shake the very building, so loud and uproarious wits it; while poor Mum, white and terrified, crept still further away, till the wall ar rested her further progress. "Caught in as pretty a little trap as ever I see in the whole course of mv life!" exclaimed Blaek Steve with muck gusto. "Sit down, Mr. Cris ; sit down fora moment, while I explain this little affair." Mr. Cris took a chair, and nodded to his friend to proceed. " You'll perharps hardly believe it, but I was once in love with that white faced eat," resumed Steve. " I've laugh ed to myself many a time since to think what a fool I was, but I did love her then, and no mistake; should have won her, If that smooth faced Miles Oarlock hadn't come be- tween us; but from that day I was like dirt under my lady's feet, and there was never a kind for me afterwards. On the night of Warrendale fair, I, thinking no harm, tried to kiss her; but she up with her hand, and slapped me in the face, and told me her mind in a way that opened my eyes completely ; and then up came Gurlock, and knives were out, anti there would have been blood spilt, if they had not separated us by force. I swore to be revenged on both of them, and Black Steve always keeps his promises either for good or bad. If that, girl hadin't jilted me, I should never have been what I ant now ; but that's neither here nor there. Seven years have gone by sines that time, but it's all as fresh in my mind as if it had happened only yesterday. I swore to be revenged, and yon will see whether I know how to keep my promise"'— He brought his huge list down upon the table with a bang and emphasized what he had said by half-a-dozen ter rible oaths. The noise awoke Jamie, and next moment one of the dimity curtains was drawn on one side, and the lad's petty dishevelled head thrust through the opening. The two men were fort unate ly standing with their backs to the berths, and did not see the movement; but Maui saw it, and her heart gave a bound as the thought of her child's dan ger flashed for the first thne across her mind. A drooping of the eyebrows over the staring wide-open eyes, an imper ceptible movement of the head, and quick-witted Jamie took the hint in tended forhim ; he drew back in silence, the dimity curtain dropped into its place, and the wild look of terror died in some measure out of the trembling mother's eyes. With heaven's help, she thought she could bear whatever they !night choose to inflict on her, if only her buy might be permitted to es cape unharmed. This little by-scene had taken but a moment to enact, and Mr. Cris's shrill cachination, which had burst out irre pressibly at the conclusion of his friend's story, was still ringing in '_Yam's ears at the instant that the aspiration for the child's safety was wrung front her flut tered heart. As pretty a little romance of unre quited affection as I've heard for a long time," exclaimed Mr. Cris, as soon as his laughter had subsided ; and I'm not the one to stand in the way of your re venge, Steve, my boy, although it's a sort of thing in which I never indulge myself; it's a luxury that often turns out rather expensive in the long run. But, first of all, let us attend to business —let us accomplish the purpose for which we came here; there will be time enough to consider tkis young person's case afterwards—eh?" Black Steve gave a growl of assent, and proceeded to examine the priming of his pistols. "Will madame oblige me by taking a seat I" resumed Mr. Cris, in the bland est of tones, addressing himself to Main, and pointing to a chair. Mum felt that she was obliged to comply, and sat down accordingly. " Pardon the liberty lam about to take;" went on Mr. Cris ; "but the necessities of the case must be my excuse." So speaking, he drew front hits pocket some pieces of thin cord with which he proceeded to fasten Main dex terously and securely in her chair, so that when he had done, she could move neither hand nor foot; and any violent --- • ' , - -i I i'•f . • 7 - - jr --)f. Trj .r- i ' --.' i - I-;'i 77 (/ i ' - ' - .l` I -;—; 1‘ '.) -". ..' . - I ~ i • o _ . 1 . ~ . ..,".' ...:.) ;,•ri,7,1. ,-- --).;.... 1-..t . ., ~ , . • ii ? ('''''. .. .. , • ~, -• - ~: • . , - ~,. ~., _ . - • .. -• • _--.-,.: h . , VOLUME 71 effort to get away must have resulted in her falling, bound and helpless, to the floor; Black Steve meanwhile looking on in silent admiration at his friend's handiwork. In any ordinary case of violence, Man would have begged for mercy, and not have been without hope that her prayer would be granted ; but when she looked from one face to the other of the two villains in whose power she was, she saw how much worse than useless such a plea would be, and main tained the stubborn silence of despair. " I am now going to put one or two interrogatives to you," resumed Mr. Cris, as soon as he had satisfied himself that it was impossible for her to stir, "and the more truthfully you answer me, the better it will be for you own wel fare." I will answer none of thy questions, until thou or thy mate tells me what has become of my husband," said Mam, stubbornly. " Your husband—wretch ! What do I know or care about your husband' " Black Steve whispered a word or two in his friend's car. " Oh, that was him, was it?" said Mr. Cris, aloud. " He's been well looked after, you may be sure," he added, turn ing to Mani ; we have not forgotten o attend to his little comforts; only it's not convenient for him to come home this evening. Tie desired his love to you, and begged you would not fret— no, not even if it should happen that you were never to see him again." Black Steve was tickled by his friend's pleasantry, and vowed with a terrible oath that Mr. Cris was the best company in the world. A horrible misgiving took possession of Mum's heart; these men had mur dered her husband, and seized his boat, and were here for some vile purpose, of which as yet she was in ignorance.— And Abel Rushton, too—what had be come of him? had he shared a similar fate? As to the shape whit:it the long hoarded vengence of Black-->ve would take with regard to herself, she could at present form no opinion; but that its end would be death in one form or an other, she could hardly doubt. If rumor spoke truly, the stain of blood lay already on the soul of Steve Davidson ; and that he and his companion would hold her ' life cheaply, she had every reason to believe. Well, if Miles were really gone, it hardly mattered what became cf her, she thought. Ah, yes; there was Jamie! for his sake she must strive hardly for her life---Tor his sake'she must pray that lleaven's mercy might find for her some loop-hole of escape ! These bitter thoughts occupied Main Turlock so deeply, that she scarcely heard the question which Mr. Cris pro ceeded to put to her, and he was obliged to repeat it before she could fully com prehend its import. " Where does Martin ( !i lbert keep Ids store of money .."' " I don't know," said Mani, wearily, when asked for the second time. "You lie!" said Mr. Cris, fiercely. "Don't you know that, three months ago, old filbert had a legacy of three hundred pounds left, him, and that he is such a miser, and puts so little faith in the. afety of banks, that be always keeps the money by him wherever he may be —On shore during his holiday times, and in the light house when he is on duty ? Don't you know these things, I may '."' I know that old Martin had a bit of 1 money, Wt him, and that he likes to keep it somewhere ne at hand ; but where he hides it awa ar y, I know no more than the dead." " We'll soon teach you to know," said Mr. Cris with an oath. But La this junc ture Black Steve touched his friend on the shoulder, and with a meaning grin drew Unit personage's attention to a sea man's chest placed against the wall, on which the name of Martin liilbert was painted in largo letters. • "1L will he here if anywhere," said Steve. "'l7y," said Mr. Cris senteniously, as he drew a long ugly looking knife from one of his pockets and felt its point ap preciatively with his thumb. The chest was locked, as a matter of course ; but the skilful hand of black Steve, with the aid of a skeleton key, soon tickled open the simple wards. The numerous layers of clothes, all methodically arranged, were tossed un ceremoniously On the floor, and Steve's itching fingers, diving here and there towards the bottom of the box, brought to light before long the object of which they were in search ; with a yell of tri umph he drew forth a canvas bag full of sovereigns, and flung it on the table. " Mr. Cris's ugly-looking knife was put back into its sheath without delay, and the two men seated them selves at the table to count over their ill , gotten gains. While they were thus employed, the dimity curtains opened twain, and Jamie's frightened face peered through. The men were so intently oc icopied that Main could without fear signal Jamie, by sundry frowns and 1 shakings of the head, that he must on i no account allow himself to be seen.— I Jam ie understood, and was seen no more. A hundred and ninety each—and a very pretty little haul !" exclaimed Black Steve admiringly, when the money had been divided into two heaps. " The old fellow's legacy and savings all in a lump," remarked his friend complacently. "No doubt of it," said Steve. "For my part, I think we can't do less than drink Mr. Martin Gilbert's health.— What say you We are not hurried for half an hour, and I dare say we shall find a drop of the right stuff somewhere about." " Agreed. Only find something tit to drink and I'm your man." " Oh, I've been here before to-day, and know where the stores are kept." 'What about her ?" said Mr. Cris, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Inc prisoner. " Time enough to finish her little business, curse her! before we go," said Black Steve; and with a diabolical laugh, he descended the staircase to the lower rosin, taking with him a small lantern. "A prize !—a prize!" lie shouted next minute, "Come here old fellow, and give a helping hand." Mr. Cris jumped up and with a last scrutinizing glance at his prisoner, fol lowed his friend into the lower room. Black Steve had, in fact, found a bale o rich stull's and a keg of liollands which the light-house keepers had picked ou of an abandoned ship a few days before, and which Martin (;Albert had put tens porarily away with other stores. Mam Ourlock was loft clone. Now or never, she must make an effort for liberty and life. It' they could only creep out unseen—she and Jamie—and get down to the boat before their night was discovered! But in that little if lay the whole difficulty. It was a danger ous game to play, with the two mon in the lower room, through which she would have to pass with Jamie in her arms; but no other plan that she could think of offered even the faintest loop hole fur escape. Both the men were armed with pistols ; and if she got clear of the rock before they discovered her Might; she could scarcely hope tu get out of range, and would they not attempt to shoot her down as she sat at the oars? Well she must take her chance of that. Jamie must be laid for safety at the bot tom of the boat ; and fur her own part, it would be:better to die either by a bullet or by drowning than to fall again into the hands of those terrible men. To prevent pursuit the other boat must be cut adrift. Hist, Hist, Jamie!" called Mam in a loud whisper, and the next moment the little face showed itself through the dimity curtain, looking more bewilder ed than frightened, for Jamie had not understood half the strange expressions lie had heard; and the idea of harm happening to his mother was something so foreign to his experience, that he could hardly comprehend it. " Don't speak, but get softly out of bed, and come hither," added Mullin a low, smothered voice. Jamie slipped out of bed with the quickness of a lamplight er. " 0 Main, what have the bad men done to thee?" he cried, forgetting his mother's caution, as he ran to her, his bare legs and feet showing out like marble against the dark floor. Hush-h-h !" cried clam with a look of terror. "Thou mustn't speak just yet; but take that knife that lies on the table, and cut this cord that holds my arms. That's it. Now, give me the knife ;" and next minute the several cords fell one by one to the ground. Her first act was to snatch. up Jamie in her arms. " God in heaven bless thee, my darling, and keep thee from all harm !" she murmured through the yearning, passionate kisses that fell in a shower on his face and neck. The next moment she was herself again, resolute and composed. She put the lad down with a laSt word of caution, drew off her shoes, and stealing on tip-too to the staircase, went down on her hands and knees, and looked through the opening. The trap door of the store closet was open, and tilted upon end ; and in their eagerness to examine their booty more closely, Black Steve and his companion had leaped into the cavity, which when only half-filled with stores—as was the case at present—was indeed quite large enough to hold three or four men. They had apparently opened the bale of silk, and having satisfied themselves as to its quality, were now, by the obscure light of the lantern, engaged In driving a large gimlet into the keg of hoLlands7as the readiest mode of getting at the con tents. As Main Gurlock looked down upon this scene, there flashed through her Brain a sudden thought, which sent the blood coursing to her heart, and turned., for a moment or two, both the place and the persons before her into a picture as wild, blotted, and incoherent as the dream of any lunatic. Shia knelt, with her hands preesed to hor brow, for a space of several seconds, till the beating at her heart was somewhat stilled •, then holding up a cautionary finger to Jamie, she stole noiselessly down the staircase into the lower room, and glided for ward like an ornnious shadow, till her hand rested on the trap-door, and peering with white face round the edge of it, she saw that the two men were still intent on their ocenpatima, and that her presence was unsuspected. One after the other, the two iron hooks that held the door in its upright position were silently removed, and the same instant it fell forward into its place with a terrific crash, and shut in the two men who were below. Mani CI urloek sprang forward as the door fell, and before either Black Steve or his friend could recover from their astonishment, had run home the two large bol is with which the trap, when down, was secured in its dace. Now fcr the boats! To run nimbly up the staircase into the upper room; to wrap Jamie into the warm pea-jacket she had been mending for his father; to lift him in her arms, and hasten down again, and so past the trap—where the imprisoned men were already making desperate efforts to break out—to the outer door, and then swiftly down the outside ladder; and then skirting the base of the light-house, along the rocks at a rapid pace towards the little cove in which the boats were ordinarily moored, still holding the lad tightly pressed in her arms—was for Mam ur lock the work of a minute. She knew that she had not a moment to lose : that the old wooden trap, serviceable enough, doubtless, fur ordinary purposes, would not long withstand the desperate strength of Black Steve ; and she must get away front the Steve Mhoil before the two menbroke loose, otherwise she had better have remained where she was before. Down she went, swiftly but cautiously over the slippery juts of rock, looking neither to the right hand nor to the left, but picking her way with care towards the little basin in the rocks—before her, life and liberty—be hind her --. But where were the boats? Once, twice, thrice she looked around ; it the boats were nowhere to be seen. he warm flush of hope that had begun kindle round her heart was rudely quenched ; her very life itself seemed frozen out of her as she looked around for the third time, and saw herself cut Wl' from all menus of escape, and for one brief instant she felt as though she were, in spirit, a second person looking down upon the bitter strait of a poor woman called Mum Gurlock, and see ing how hopeless her case was, could allbrd to pity her. " Heaven help me, or I shall go mad !" murmured Mam to herself. In agonized despair she stood for a minute or two, utterly puzzled and con founded by her inability to account for the disappearance of the boats. That Abel Rushton was nowhere to be seen, caused her no surprise, believing as she did that he had been murdered and thrown into the sea. Still the boats could not have been taken away except by human hands, and gone they cer tainly were. She set Jamie down for an instant and then turned and hurried up the rocks, and, standing on the high est ledge, strained her eyes out over the dark waste of water; after a little while, right in a silver track of.naoonlight, and not more than a quarter of a mile from the Skeve Mholl she plainly saw two boats lashed together, in the larger of which a man was seated. Looking more intently, and, as it were, with all her soul, she clearly distinguished that the smaller boat was her husband's own little Seamew, and the larger one that belonging to the lighthouse, while the man seated so quietly in the latter could be no other than Abel Rushton, whose sprained shoulder would prevent him from using the oars. He had not been killed, then, as Main had surmised, though how he had contrived to escape out of the clutches of Black Steve and his friend, was more than she could comprehend; but that he had now got clear away was evident, his purpose in taking both boats doubtless being, in the first place, to prevent pursuit, and, in the second, by cutting off their means of escape from the rock, to render the capture of the two men a matter of cer tainty. In doing this, Abel had thought of nothing except to get ashoreas quick ly as possible and gather a number of trusty friends to Mam's rescue. But Abel's accident precluded hint from rowing; and although the tide had turned now, and was coming in rapidly, the boat had got into a current which ran direct for the lee of the Giant's Nose, a headland some four miles away ; and even supposing he should succeed in landing there—always a matter of some difficulty—three or four hours must necessarily elapse before any help could be looked for from hint; and in that time, what might not happen? Mani had no means of signalling Abel, even supposing that his fears would have allowed him to come back, which she very much doubted ; his timorous. self-loving disposition nut being alto gether unknown to her. No—she was :is utterly isolated and cut off from all human aid as if Abel and the boats were a thousand miles away ; her last chance of life was gone. She turned and hur ried back to the spot where she had left Jamie. If the men had riot yet succeeded in breaking out of the trap, she would hide him in the berth again, where hap pily he might remain undiscovered till help should arrive. But when she reached the light-house, with Jamie in her arms, and had set foot on the lowest rung of the ladder, she heard the crash of breaking wood in the room above, and the loud voices of the two men as they burst out of their emr nnement, and knew that she was too late. All her mother's soul went forth in a brief agonized cry to Heaven that her child might be saved; and then, hardly knowing whither she was going, she ran back to the landing-place, in the desperate hope that help might al ready be corning from the shore. Moon :tad stars were shining brightly, and her practiced eye swept the space of water between the light-hous and the land, but no trace of life was anywhere to be seen. She crouched down on the rocks and pressed her boy passionately to her heart. Another minute or two now would decide their fate. The two escaped ruffians, after hunting for her in the light-house, would come down and search the rocks, and find her—find both of them. She looked with longing eyes at the great dark waves as they came rolling in, and burst in au angry shiver of spray against Sia rocks. Would it not be well to court an easy death in their cool liquid depths, and to save herself and child from that far more terrible fats which now loomed so imminently before them? But all the instincts of her nature rose up in revolt at the idea of self-destruction, and she dismissed the thought almost as soon as it was conceived. No! she would right for her life while the faint est hope remained, and, wheh that was gone, wonld strive to die bravely, as the wife of Miles Gurlock ought to die. " I wish dad would come and take us home," sighed Jamie, whose fears were beginning to be lost in his desire for sleep. " Last time I was here, I crept into the Kelpie's Hole, and when dad couldn't see rue, he thought I had tum bled into the sea, and rarely frightened he wan." The Kelpie's Hole! How foolish of her not to have thought of itebefore ! Here was was a hiding-place almost im possible for strangers to discover, unless they were bent specially on landing it.; the very refuge for which she had been praying, recalled to her recollection by the thoughtless prattle of her child. She bent her head humbly a moment, and a solemn feeling of gratitude prevailed her whole being. But she had no time to lose. "Thou must hide in the Kelpie's LANCASTER, PA., WEDNESDAY 'MORNING, MARCH 9, 1870 Hole again to-night, Jamie, my man," she said ; "and thou musn't speak, nor let anybody know thou's there, nor show so much as thy nose out of it Blithe two bad men have gone away, and Abel Ruston or thy dad comes back to the Skeve. Dost thou understand?" - She had been stripped off her warm woolsey petticoat as she spoke thus, iu which she now proceeded to wrap Jamie, putting Miles's heavy pea-jacket over all ; and then snatching him up in her arms, she ran as fast as her strength would allow her, to the little jutting ledge of rock under which was the en trance to the Kelpie's Hole, an entrance only just largo enough for Jamie, en cumbered as he was to wriggle through, but expanding inside into a tiny cavern, with sufficient space for a lad of his age to sit or lie without being cramped. Mum would have liked much to say a few farewell words to the child whom she hardly expected to see again on earth, but there was no time for her to do so. She heard the voices of the two men as they were descending the ladder to come in search of her, and she had barely time to imprint a last lingering kiss on the lad's lips, and to see him creep quietly into his hidi ngplace, when a yell of triumph from Black Steve pro elaimCd that she was seen. . . _ She ran with weak, uncertain foot steps from the dangerous neighborhood of the I lole, and then, pretending that her foot had slipped, and that she could go no further, she sank down on her knees on the rock, and waited with clasped hand and bowed head for what might happen next. With many loud oaths and objurga- Bons, Black Steve hurried after his vic tim as fast as his bulk would permit him, Mr. Cris bringing up the rear in a more leisurely fashion. " You Jezebel," exclaimed Black Steve, while still some distance away, " I'll put an end to your vagaries at once and forever ;" and an other moment would indeed have ended all Mam's troubles, had not Mr. Cris hastened up, and striking his friend's arm on one side, sent the bullet intend ed for her to flatten itself harmlessly against a tall pinnacle of rock that rose out of the seasome hundred yards away. " Don't you be in quite such a hurry, my friend," said Mr. Cris ; there will be plenty time for that sort of thing after wards, if you wish to amuse yourself in thaeobjeckionable way. I want to have a little conversation with this young person." Black Steve growled out something below his breath, but ven tured on no further opposition. " In the Fiend's name how did you contrive to get loose? said Mr. Cris to Mani, ds he put his hands on her should ers, and turned her face toward the moon. "That is for thee to find out, and not for me to tell," replied Maim '• Perhaps so; but if —. What more Mr. Cris intended to say was never known, for at that moment, Black Steve, with a loud cry, came running back from the landing place. " The boats, the boats—they are both gone !" he ex claimed. "Stir from this spot, and I'll shoot you through the head'" said Mr. Cris to Main, as he hurried away to verify with his own eyes the startling assertion of his friend ; but as we know already, the boats were really gone, and Abel Rushton with them; the only token left of the latter being tho rope that had bound him, which one of the wen found on the rocks. "'This all conics of your clumsy style of tying the fellow up," said Mr. Cris savagely to his friend. "If I had se cured him myself we should have found him where we left him." " How about your own handiwork, then ?" retorted Steve, pointing to Mam. " She didn't get away, did she? 0, no!" "'There's sonic deviltry about the whole business that I can't make out," said Mr. Cris. " I could have sworn that it was impossible for that wowau to stir; and yet in less than five minutes after I leave her she is free. I can't understand it at all. But, however, we have no time to bother our heads with that just now ; the question is, how are we to get away from this cursed den'!" Black Steve scratched his head dis consolately, but the operation did not seem to brighten his ideas. '• Wasn't that a boat I saw lying on the other side of the rock ?" said Mr. Cris, after cogitating in silence for a minute or two. " Oh, that's one of the old light-house boats that got a hole knocked in her bottom last winter, and is laid up there to dry into matchwood, I suppose. She's no go, she isn't; she would go down with us before we got a quarter of a mile away," said Ste Ni. " You just mind this she-eat, while I go and have a look at the boat," answered Mr. Cris. _ . . In the course of a minute or two he came hurrying back. "All right, my hearty!" he exclaimed. "There's noth ing the matter with the old tub that I can't get to rights in a couple of hours at the furthest—at least sufficiently to make her answer our purpose. There's wood, and tools, and a kettle of pitch in the light-house. We'll cheat those long shore fellows yet, Steve, my boy ; and live for years to come to tell of our ad ventures on the Skeve Mhoil." Black Steve fired off a double-shotted volley of oaths in his satisfaction at hearing the news. " But, first of all," added Mr. Cris, " how are you going to dispose of this feminine piece of goods?" "0, shoot her, or drown her, which you like," replied the brutal giant ; "so long as you finish her off it don't mat ter." " Nay, my friend, it is no business of mine whatever; it is for you to decide and for you to execute. It seems to me, however, that the modes you suggest are both vulgar and commonplace; and if you would allow me a suggestion, I would say, why not bind her securely to this wooden stoup, and leave her there? She could hardly get away a second time, I think ; besides, there is no place for her to run to." " Leave her there for the tide to come up and drowu her, I suppose you mean'?" said Steve with a slight shud der, which even his hardened nature could not repress. " Nay, my impulsive Stephen ; you have no right to assume that I meant anything'of the kind. All that I said was, fasten her to that stoup. If the tide persists in coming in, as you say, why, that is no business of yours; it must ao as it likes, of course, but we can't be held responsible for its actions. The tide may be going out, for anything we know or care." Black Steve, whose nerves had quite recovered from their momentary tre mor, grinned approval of the scheme. He picked up the rope that had been used to bind Abel Rushton, and grasp ing Main roughly by the shoulder, bade her get up, for she was still kneeling with bent head and clasped hands. She sprung to her feet as though a serpent had bitten her, the moment Steve touch ed her shoulder. "Are you men or monsters," she ex - chimed, turning sud denly, and facing her two tormentors, " that you talk of torturing a poor help less woman thus? Have you no moth ers or sisters of your own, to think of whom would shame you out of so terri ble a crime ? If I must die, let me die quickly ; yuu have the means at hand. What have I done to either of you, that you should condemn me to a death so horrible?" " Look here, Janet Gawne !" exclaim ed Black Steve fiercely. "Seven years ago, I swore to be revenged on thee, and this night I'll keep my word. I've a long memory, and I never forgive in jury ; eo I don't ask mercy here, lass, because neither of us know the meaning of the word. I've longed, times out of mind, to be revenged on thee, and thy smooth-tongued husband ; now that the chance has come, I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers." And Black Steve laughed a great brutal laugh of triumph, that seemed to be echoed by a hundred mocking fiends. Ohms Gurlock uttered no further word of any kind, but passively suffered her self to be led to the " stoup." Mr. Cris in so far assisting his friend; after which Black Steve proceeded to tie her to the post as securely as his skill knew how; then, after a few ;more mocking words, they left her to her fate, and crossed to the other side of the rocks, and at once set about the task of patch ing up the old boat, on which their safety now entirely depended. The stoup to which they had fastened their victim was merely a stout wooden post, fastened down to the rock with iron clamps and screws, to which the larger class of craft that sometimes visited the Skeve Mhoil in calm weather might be safely moored whatever the state of the tide. Yes; Mam Gurlook was left to her fate, and a very dreadful one it seemed, even, to her brave soul, which was not daunted by trifles. "The tide was rising fast; already its tiny lapping waves were washing about her andes; in less than an hour, it would cover her head. The wind had died away again with tke turn of the tide, and the bank of cloud that had lain low in the north so long a time was now creeping up the sky with dark intent, shutting out the stars one after another, and would soon obscure the moon itself. Mans Gurlock's eyes unconsciously followed the unfolding edge of cloud in its slow steady advance. The cloud was advancing, and the tide was rising; and by the time that black canopy had shut out the whole bright moonlit sky, the waters would have closed over her, and . she would be reck oned no more among the living. Well, now that Miles was dead, there did not seem much in life to desire. Jamie was safe, and would be well cared for and properly brought up by Miles's relations at BirchaUen ; still, it would have been sweet to see the lad grow up and to watch the ripening promise of his child hood fulfil itself insummers yetunborn but not for her might such happiness be. The sky and ocean vanished from before her eyes, and she saw the little cottage where she and Miles had spent their happy wedded life—the little hap py home which she, alas! would never enter more—with its thatched eaves, where the twittering swallows brooded ; and its patch of flower garden; sweet scented through all the summer months —she seemed to smell it now ; with the stretch of high road in front of it that led down to Warrendale; and the foot way across the moors, that brought you direct to the cliffs, with the sea beating far below : very vividly she saw them all! How fast the tide was rising! It reached to her waist already. But a very little while now, and her life, with all its pleasures and pains, would be closed, like a book that is shut up for ever. She had read, and sho had heard the minister speak of the dark river that must be passed before the shining land beyond it could be reached ; was she hoping too much, she asked herself, to hope that Miles, that the husband she had loved so truly on earth, might be there to greet her, all beautiful with the light of immortality, at the moment her foot touched the golden shore? How much such a hope mitigated the dark ness of that terrible hour, she herself could best have told. What was that ? She could not keep down the smothered shriek that burst from her lips. She thought she was alone with death, and suddenly she felt the touch of something on her shoulder. Who or what could it be? She was so fast bound that she could not turn her head to look, but the next moment Jamie's voice sounded in her ears, and it seemed to her the sweetest music she had ever head. " 0, Jamie, why didn't thou stay in thy hiding-place ' said Mam. " Hie the back, dear, as fast as thou canst go, and don't stir out again till daylight?" " I'm frighted, Main, to be there by myself in the dark. If the Kelpie came home and found me, what would he say? Have the bad men tied thee to the stoup, Mani? Shall I run up into the light-house, and try to find a knife again " Nay, lad, the bad men would see thee, and then they would kill thee. But oh Jamie, if thou eanst but undo that knot in the rope just undermy arm. Jamie set to work with lingers and teeth to unfasten the knot indicated by his mother, which he was able to reach without difficulty, the back of the stoup resting against a shelf of rock some three feet in height, on which thelad was now standing. The desire of life came 'back strongly to Mani Gurlock with the presence of her child, and tl e faint hope of escape which his words suggested. What she should do next, even if she succeeded in freeing herself from the rope, she did not then pause to consider, for the water was creeping higher and higher every minute, and there was no time to be lust. But the knot was a hard one to unpick, and seemed at one time as though it would withstand all Jamie's efforts ; but after a while it began to feel looser to his lingers, and he had just said :—" I shall soon have it done now, Main," when the mother's watchful ears heard footsteps advancing over the rocks. " Into the water, Jamie!" whispered Main, turning sick with terror; "and don't speak or stir till I tell thee." Jamie slipped into the water like a young otter, and, crouching under the lee of the rocky ledge on which he had been standing, with nothing but his nose and chin exposed to view ; while Black Steve came striding down, to see that his victim was still secure. Having felt at the rope, and satisfied himself that Main could not possibly escape. " By the seven holy pokers, but this is the finest bit of sport I've had fur many a day ! How does the water feel this evening, Mistress Garlock ? Cool and pleasant, eh?" said the ruffian, with a Laugh, which told at once that he was halt drunk? "Yes, you're a plucky one; but you'll look rather washed out, I reckon, at low water to-morrow. Well, good-by, dear—good-by, and pleasant dreams to you! " and with another bru tal laugh, Black Steve turned on his heel, and strolled back slowly over the rocks. Mom Gurlock breathed once more. " Now Jamie, lad, try thy hand at the rope again." she said in a low voice ; and Jamie scrambled on the rock, and shook the water carelessly from him somewhat after the fashion of a dog, and set to work again, with nimble fin gers and sharp teeth, to free his darling mother. At lenght the task was accom plished, and for the second time that night Mara Gurlock is bonds fell from her thanks to the aid of Jamie. Although at liberty, she was as far from safety as ever, unless she could get back into the light-house; but how was that to be accomplished? The two men were hard at work patching up the old boat Just on the other side of the build ing,, within half a dozen yards, in fact, of the outside ladder, up which she must climb undetected, or her life would not be worth a minute's purchase. Then there was Jamie to be considered, who objected strongly to going back to the Kelpie's Hole, and in his present frame of mind Mani felt that it would be dun- germ's to leave him. However great the risk might be, he must keep her company this time ; she could not bear to seek the security of the light-house for herself, and leave him out there ex posed to so many chances of detection. They must be saved together, or they must (lie together. Having wrung some of the water out of her dress, Main, followed by Jamie, por eeeded to creep cautiously on her hands and knees round the lower edge of the Steve Mhoil, till she came to a point that was in a direct line with the en trance ladder, and in full view of both the men, had they turned their heads to look, Peering from behind a frag ment of ruck, Mum saw the two men very intent on the speedy completion of their task, Mr. Cris hammering away with might and main, while his amia ble friend . held a lantern to light him over his work. Mam felt that she could hardly have a more favorable opportu nity, since the noise of the hammering might serve to drown any that should be made by the movements of herself and Jamie ; but, at the best, it was a dangerous proceeding. Fortunately, the moon was now entirely obscured, other wise, their chances of escape would have been remote indeed. She had cho sen this point as the most favorable for her purpose, the ground between the place where she now was and the en trance to the light-house being thickly strewn with huge boulders, which would serve to hide theiradvance; while in all other directions it was quite bare and exposed, except immediately at the back of the light-house, from which the safest approach might have been made ; but there the rocks rose too precipit ously, with sharp, serrated edges, and deep holes between, to be ventured over by any one after dark. Inch by inch, silently and cautiously, Mam Gurlock, with Jamie by her side, but upon the side furthest removed from the view of the men, emerged from the shelter of the rock, and crawled across the open space of ground to the next large stone ; then, after a minute's rest, forward again to the next sheltering spot; and so from one to the other, ever nearer to the desired haven. While they were still some distance from the lighthouse, and at the moment they were half-way between two boulders, Mam with her eye ever on the two men, saw Black Steve put down his lantern, and turn his face directly toward the spot where they were. Mara's hand gave Jamie a warning squeeze, and mother and eon remained as immovable as though they had been eat out of stone, till the danger was over. The black haired giant yawned, scratched his head, stretched out his huge- arms, and after gazing seaward for a few mo ments, resumed his task of lighting his companion. If his eyes rested for a mo ment on the recumbent figure of Mani Gurlock, it was only as they might have rested on any wave-worn boulder, in differently, and without thought. The danger over, Main and Jamie crept stealthily on their way, reaching at last the foot of the light house with out discovery • then Main, taking Jamie on her back, begang the accent of the ladder. Step by step upward, as silent ly as a shadow, she had reached the top in safety, and had just swung Jamie around from her shoulder, and. passed him through the entrance door, when Mr. Cris, pausing from his work a mo ment, turned to contemplate the state of the weather; and as he did so, his quick eye caught the outline of something dark moving on tho ladder. Look to your prisoner, Steve!" he cried, and drawing a pistol from his belt, fired. The bullet whizzed past Slam Gurlock's head, but did not touch her, and before there was time to a fire a second shot, she was safe within the lighthouse, with the little iron door shut and bolted between herself and her ene mies. She caught Jamie to her heart and murmured a brief thanksgiving to Heaven; and then her overwrought nerves gave way, and she was aroused, after a minute or two, by a violent ham mering at the iron door. It was Black Steve, furious at her escape, trying to force an entrance. She had little fear that he would effect his purpose, for she knew the stout old door would not yield readily. Still, there was a possibility that the door might give way under the assault of the furious giant; so Mam, followed by Jamie, ascended to the room above, and taking down an old blunderbuss which hung against the wall more for ornament than use, proceeded to load it, to the best of her knowledge, from the bag of bullets and the powder-flock in her husband's chest, which Miles always kept There ready for an occasional fowling expedi tion. Thus armed, Mam Gurlock, tak ing Jamie by the hand, went up to the lamp-room, determined, should Black Steve break in, and such dreadful occa sion arrive, to sell her life as dearly as possible. She stole out into the gallery, and looked down. He was still ham mering savagely at the door but as yet to little purpose, while Mr. Cris on the rocks below, was swearing at him for a senseless fool, and vowing that they would not have time to finish the boat and get clear away, if he delayed a minute longer ; but Steve was too intent on the accomplishment of his revenge to heed the entreaties of his friend. Mam crept round to the opposite side of the gallery, and straining her eyes, without hope or expectation, over the dark waste of waters, saw—what? A large boat pulling rapidly and steadily for the Skeve Mhoil ! It was only a few hundred yards away, and could be clearly seen, thanks to a momentary break in the clouds, through which the moonlight streamed full and bright. One long incredulous gaze, as though what she saw was merely the phantom of a diseased brain, and then Mam Our lock with a sob of heartfelt gratitude, accepted the appearance as a blessed reality. As a signal that the boat was seen, she then began to toll the large, deep-mouthed bell which was rung by the keepers in foggy weather, when the lamps were invisible, and its solemn tones now boomed forth through the quiet night, instinct with dread signifi cance to the two wretches on the rock below. - - . But wary Mr. Cris had also seen what was coming, and had passed the alarm to Black Steve; and as the bell gave forth its first stroke, the two men were pushing their boat down the slanting rocks into the sea. Another moment, and they were both pulling with desper ate energy for the shore. But the boat had been badly mended, and the water began to come in rapidly, so that Mr. Cris had soon to cease from rowing, and occupy himself in bailin while Black Steve, notwithstanding all his exertions, could make but little headway with the water-logged craft. Five minutes later, the strange boat rounded the edge of the Skeve Mhoil, on its way to the landing place, and next moment a loud shout from its crew announced that the flight of the two men was discovered, and the boat's head was at once put round in pursuit. Black Steve and his companion seem ed for a minute or two to redouble their efforts to escape, and then, as if seeing the utter hopelessness of their clise, they at once ceased rowing, and sat quietly on the oars, as though merely waiting for their pursuers to come up to yield themselves into their hands. But when the pursuing boat had got within a dozen yards of the other, Mr. Cris leap ed suddenly from his seat, and fired both pistols at the advancing foe ; and then, with a wild inarticulate cry of ! rage and dcsanir, he leaped headlong into the waves, and sank to rise no more. Black Steve, unlike his friend, was an excellant swimmer, and before the confusion incident on the firing of the two pistols among the crew of the boat was over, he had slipped quietly into the water, and coming up after a lengthened dive, struck out boldly for did shore. The impression among the crew of the boat was that both the men were drowned ; and on finding that the light-house boat was on the point of going down, orders were at once given to pull back to the Skeve Mhoil. The boat and crew proved to be those of a revenue nutter which had picked up Abel Rushton as he was drift ing helplessly past the Giants Nose. On hearing his story, preparations had at once been made to capture the two vil lains, and look after the safety of Mam Gurlock and her son. Leaving two of his crew to look after the light-house, the officer in charge of the boat carried Mam Gurlock amd Jamie ashore, where a search was at once insti tuted for the missing:Miles. After several hours' search he was found, bound hand and foot, in one of the many caves for which that part of the coast is noted. He stated that he had been set upon by Black Steve and three more men as he was returning from seeing Martin Gil bert safe home; in the scrimmage he had received a blow on the head which had rendered him insensible for sonic time ; and on recovering his wits, had found himself tied hand and foot, and left in charge of two out of his four cap tors. On the landing of the revenue cutter's boat, these men had taken the alarm and left him. A few days saw Miles thoroughly re covered from his injuries; but the bmg and severe strain on the nerves of his wife was a much more serious matter and several months passed away before Mani Gurlock was her old joyous buoy ant self again, and could bear to talk calmly over the incidents of that terri ble night on the Skeve Mhoil. The body of Black Steve was washed up a day or two afterwards, several miles down the coast. He had been caught by the current, and carried away and drowned. The money, in the etlbrt to obtain which Mr. Cris and his friend lost their lives, was found intact on the table of the lighthouse, where they had left it while occupied with the mending of the boat; and when old Martin Gilbert died, some three years afterwards, the whole amount was left as a legacy to Mann ur lock. Many years have elapsed since these events took place; Miles Gurlock, a gray-headed man, is now head-keeper of the lighthouse on the Skevehull while Mam is still alive and hearty, and as nice an old woman as you need wish to see. Jamie is grown into a stalwart man, almost as big as his father was In his younger days; he is a sailor, too, al though not of the Greenland trade, being, in fact, the much-esteemed cap tain of one of our largest ocean steamers; it was from his own lips I heard the narrative which I have here attempted to set down, the last time I came across with him from—all, well, never mind from where. Trial of a Wife 3lnrderer ELICHORN, Wis., March 2.—The trial of Dr. Duvall, for the murder of his wife, ex cites great interest. The prisoner has ap peared less hopeful to-day as the evidence progresses—much of it has been damaging to him. At times he manifests deep emo tions. His daughter and two sons are at his side in court. Fourteen witnesses for the prosecution were sworn yesterday. Prof. Mahia, of Chicago,whoannalyzed the stomach of the deceased, fully established the point that she died from the effects of strychnine—three fourths of a grain hay ing been found in the stomach. It only remains to be proved whether she took it voluntarily, or by the hands nf %floater. A SEBXO Preached In the First Methodist Church, Lancaster * on Sunday evening. Febru• ary 47th, Pah, by Rev. C. F. Turner, Pastor. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our Spirit, that we ore the children of God. Rom. VIII. DI The witness of the Spirit, or the evi dence of our acceptance with God, is one of the exceeding great and precious privileges enjoyed by the children of God. Upon this too high an estimate cannot be placed. It is the foundation of the comfort and joy we derive from the blessed assurances of grace here, and glory hereafter, made to the people of God, in the word of eternal truth; as it is the only reliable means by which we can know that they are applicable to us personally. So vitally important is the subject of the soul's salvation, that God has been pleased, not to leave the ques tion of our present acceptance, to con jecture and doubtful inference, for satis factory solution ; but has furnished be lievers in Christ with moat reliable, and soul transporting evidence, even the testimony of the Holy Ghost sent down from Heaven—the witness of the Spirit. By the witness of the Spirit we mean the communication made by the Holy Ghost to the Spirit of a believer, that he is a child of God, accepted of the Father through Christ the Son. The Spirit is attestation to the blessed fact of our adoption into God's spiritual family, by which we are enabled exulting ly to exclaim, Abba Father, my Lord and my God!" Or,. in the lan guage of Mr. Wesley: "It is an inward impression on the soul, whereby the Spirit of God directly witnesses to my Spirit that I am a child of God, that Jesus Christ bath loved me and given Himself for me, and that all my sins are blotted out, and I, even am reconciled to God." Of this defini tion says this great and good man of precious memory : "After twenty years tarther consideration, I see no reason to retract any part." The fact, with respect to which the Spirit bears witness, is of thevery high est importance. The relation we sus tain to God our Maker, by whom we will be judged. With it are linked in indissoluble union, interests infinitely transcending, outweighing and outliv ing all things—the interest of the blood redeemed,—the immortal soul ; " for, if children, then heirs,—heirs of God, and joint heirs with Christ." Heirship then depends upon sonship. If children then heirs, anti (vice versa,) if not chil dren, then we shall not be heirs to the glorious inheritance of the Saints in light. 0, what sacred and eternal in terests cluster around our present rela tion to God ! Within the vast range of human thought, them can not be a more important question than this:— Am I a child of God? How may this great question be satisfactorily answer ed ? How may I know that I am a child of God? We answer by the witness of the Spir it. " The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God." The question has arisen among those who hold the doctrine of the witness of the Spirit, with respect to the nature of this testimony—whether it be direct or indirect? Some have taken one side of the question, and some the other. Some suppose that we are to judge by the fruits of the Spirit, which we dis cover in our hearts, and the conscious ness of possessing faith. Others that the Holy Spirit enlight ens our minds, and enables us to judge correctly of our condition and relation. Others that there is a direct impres sion made upon the soul by which the believer is impressed that God is recon ciled ; but that this is the special privi lege of a few favored persons. To all these we object, for though in them there be truth, it is not the whole truth, and nothing but the troth on this important subject. The first, supported by Dr. Hill, though admitting a two-fold witness, does not make the witness of God's Spirit direct, but mediate; which is in deed but the witness of our own Spirit, the second witness spoken of by the Apostle ; and is in reality but the testi mony of one witness, when the Apostle s teaks of two. . . The second supported by 'Bishop Bull, Mr. Scott and others, excludes the wit ness of the Holy Spirit, only as it is brought in to qualify our own spirit to give witness concerning our own rela tions. Here as in the former case there is but one witness. The third makes God a respecter of persons and charges upon him great partiality—while in the sacred Scrip tures it is presented as the common birthright of all God's children. A fourth opinion is that the spirit of God direOly witnesses to the spirit of the believer that he is born of God, which testimony is confirmed by a sec ond witness, that of our own spirit.— Here is a two-fold witness or testimony. . _ This we think the correct Scriptural view of the subject. This was the opinion of Mr. Wesley, and is clearly expressed in the quotation we have al ready made. Mr. Watson, one of the best theologians that has ever lived to bless the Church with his influence, in defining the witness of the Spirit, quotes the words of Mr. Wesley. It has been, still is, and we trust will continue to be, a prominent doctrine of the M. E. Church. The Spirit of God directly im presses the heart of the believer that he is a child of God. Ho is enabled to say, when adopted: 0, Lord, I will praise thee, for though thou worst angry with me, thine anger is turned away and now thou eomfortedst me! Or in the language we frequently sing, my God is reconciled, Ills pardoning voice I hear, lie owns me for Ills child I con no longer fear, With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba Father, Cry. This is the direct witness of the Spirit, and is, in the nature of the case, antecedent to the witness of our own spirit, which may be regarded as the indirect witness of the Holy Spirit, which is the testimony of our own con sciousness, reason, or understanding assisted by the Spirit and Word of God. This Is not indeed directly to our adop tion, but to the fact that we have in truth received the spirit of adoption, and that we are under no delusive ho presion. Having received the impres sion of the Holy Spirit that we are the children of God. We examine the Di vine record and learn what precedes, accompanies and follows, our conver sion and adoption. We learn what men are by nature, and what they are made by grace. We learn what the fruits of the Spirit are, both inward and outward.— With this information, if tempted to doubt the correetne.is of the impressio received, we appeal to the corroborating testimony of the second witness, our own spirit. Thus by two witnesses, the blessed truth Is established and we are enabled to go on our way rejoicing to our Father's House above. As our faith may not at first or at all times be equally strong, the testimony of the Spirit, may have its degrees of strength, and our ownpeNua.sion urcou victionbe:proportionately regulated. Yet if faith be genuine, God respects its weaker exercises, and encourages its growth, by affording measures of com fort and degrees of this testimony.— Error upon this point has caused many who have made the experience of others a standard for themselves, to fall into great doubt and difficulty. The word of God must therefore be made the stand ard, and the two extremes of presump tion and despair be carefully guarded against. To define the different degrees of the Spirit's operation would be im possible; to attempt it would therefore be presumptions. This is under the control of infinite wisdom. To all who believe with hearts unto righteousness, however, the witness is sufficiently clear and strong, if properly received and improved, and is always under the regulating influence of faith and obedience, the former regulating chiefly the Holy Spirit's testimony,and the latter the testimony of our own spirit. The truth of this whole doctrine had been and still is doubted by many. By some it has been strongly opposed, and even ridiculed. Cases of hypocrisy and deception have been found or imagined, and referred to in terms of ridicule in its opposition. That such cases have been and still may be found, we do not deny; but they have been the few ex ceptions and not the general rule. The same objection might with as much propriety be brought against every doc trine of the sacred Scriptures. If some have been found hypocritical, It does not follow that none have been sincere. If some have been deceived it does not follow that that deception is necessary or common. There may be some coun terfeits ; but, God be praised, that there 'T IT NUMBER 10. are many of the truly genuine, with Heaven's stamp and the King's signa ture upon them! This blessedprivilege is not limited to a few, but is the common privilege of all God's children. This, however, is as sertion and not proof. For the truth of these assertions we appeal to the word of eternal truth, and the experience of many reliable witnesses. The witness of the Spirit is the doctrine of God's Word illustrated by christian experience To the Word and the Testimony, it is written in Gal. iv. 8: And because ye are Sons, God bath sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying Ab ha Father." Again it is written in let John v. 10 ; "He that believeth on the Son bath the tritnrss in himself." In Roni. viii. 15 and 16, it is set forth (if possible) more clearly and strongly still. The apostle in referring to the past and present condition and experience of those whom lie addressed, says : " For ye have not received the spirit of bond age again to fear; but ye have received the spirit of adoption, whereby we cry Abba Father. The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God." These Scripture quotations teach most conclusively that the sons of God have the witness in themselves, that the Holy Spirit in the believing heart en ables it to cry Abba Father; that when taken from the bondage of sin and Satan and adopted into the family of God, we receive the spirit of adoption— the spirit of God bearing witness with our spirit that we are the children of God—and ninny others might he quoted in which this blessed truth is set forth. This doctrine resting upon the sure foundation of God's Holy Word, has been illustrated by the experience of many reliable witnesses, who have tes tified in life and in death, that they knew by the witness of the Spirit that they were the children of God, and thus testifying they have triumphed over the last enemy, and died in full hope of a glorious immortality. Dr. Clark said that "during his forty year's ministry, he met with .40,000 who bad a clear and full evidence that Clod for Christ's sake had forgiven their sins, the Spirit itself bearing witness with their spirit that they were the children of God." He enjoyed it himself, and attached so much importance to it as a doctrine, that he said "Christianity would be a dead letter without it." Thousands now in glory testified, by their experience while on earth, to the truth of this doc trine, and thousands of reliable living, witnesses, whose testimony would be received upon any other subject, testify to the same. It has a great cloud of witnesses. It is enjoyed and preached by our ministers, and by the spiritual of our members it is professed and en joyed. O, how highly should we appreciate the exulted privilege of becoming the children of God and of having that fact, made known to us by the Holy Ghost, confirmed by our own understanding, under the enlightening influence of the Word and Spirit of God. Behold, with this witness we may feel ourselves per fectly secure in this wicked world, for Clod will not fail to take care of His chil dren. All things shall be tirade to work together for their good. 0. how secure end blest are they Who feel Lite Joys of parilineid ale; Should stories of wrath shal e • earth and sea Their mluils have 111.0,1211 and peace wlth in.' We may look beyond this world to that bright and blissful world above, assured that if faithful, it will be our home, our happy home forever, for 'tis our Father's house, the place prepared for his children. "If children then heirs." 0, what a glorious inheritance will be ours! We now have the earnest in our hearts. The witness of the Spirit! The joys of Salvation! If any ask, how Can thestv , "lli logs be? We answer, By the Spirit and power of God! It is His work, and is marvelous in the eyes of men. if it be inquired Hole can 11 sinner know Hi, sins on earth forgiven? How can my gracious Saviour show My name Inscribed In kleavun? e answer: What we have felt and seen, With confidence we tell; And publish to the sons of tote The signs Infallible. We who in Christ believe That ho for us hnth died, We all the Hufy (Most revel V And feel his blood applied. Exults the rising soul, Disburdened of her load And swells unutterably full Of Glory and of God. The Spirit itself bearing witness with our spirit that we are the Children of (find. FINE= Col. Baker's Bloody Raid Outeolen of the Indlnne.--A Merciless Ponlehment—A Whole flood Exter. mlonted. BOZEMAN, M. T. Feb. 12.—0 f late the .Montanians have been rejoicing over the discoveries of gold in Missoula county, the northwestern portion of the Territory. For such a fast people however as this, oven the news of fabulous hidden riches corning to light within their very borders scion be comes uninteresting, and they long for other events of a more startling character. This desire has been fully gratified by the brilliant reception given by Brey. Col. E. M. Baker, of the Second if. S. Cavalry, to two hundred copperish representatives of the Blood and Piegan tribes of Indians. THE PIEOANS A PART OF THE BLACKFOOT NATION. Of all the Indians within our borders, or on our confines, it is well known that the Blackfoot nation is the most troublesome. This nation is composed of the tribes known as the Bloods, Piegans, and Blackfeet. When the term Blackfoot is used, it is gen erally understood as referring to the nation, and not the particular tribe of that name. They receive annuities from the liovern ment, and in return rim off with Uncle Sam's horses and shoot his soldiers. They obtain food from a citizen, and repay his act of kindness by riding to their camp with his horses, and leaving, perhaps, an arrow in his body. They have almost every chance of escaping with their plunder and fear no detection. They possess the boldness to come to a Post with their hands scarcely dry from some white victim's blood, and stoutly as , sort their innocence of any act of cruelty towards, or robbery of their white brothers; and with as gentle a video as these red devils can assume, they insist Mat they are "heap good THEIR RECENT OUTRAO For some time past they have been inure impudent in their encroachments than formerly. But a short time since they mur dered in the presence of his family Malcolm ('lark, an old and much esteemed resident of the mountains; formerly an army officer, and a man possessed of high culture. Ills family escaped the scalping knife, his daughter by jumping through the window and secreting herself in the brush, and his two sons by cutting their way through these inearnate fiends, though one was severely wounded and barely escaped his father's fate. Latterly . the Indians took from a train on the road between Helena and Fort Shaw, all the mules belonging to it—sixty in number. Other depredations and murders they have committed—the facts of which are fresh in the memory of our citizens. The details of the same would tend to make my letter too long, and besides I opine that what I have given above, will lead The Sun's readers to form the same opinion of this Indian nation's hellish deeds, as if 1 had freely narrated all their evil doings for the past four years. Gen. Alfred Sully the Superintendent of Indian affairs fur Montana, called upon the Blackfeet to deliver up to the owners all stock stolen from them, and to the United States authorities the murderers ofMalcolm Clark. Ido not know that they refused to do this in tote, but suffice it to state that they did not comply with the demands of Geld Sully. The upshot of the matter was au order issued by the Oen. Be Trobriand, commanding the District of Montana, di recting Col. Baker, commandant of Fort Ellis, to proceed with all the cavalry of his command to Fort Shaw. COL. RARER'S WINTER MARCH. Early on the morning of the 6th of Janu ary four companies (1", G, 11, and I, of the Second United States Cavalry under com mand of Col. Baker, passed through the main sally-port of Fort Ellis, and took up their line of march for Fort Shaw, distant about two hundred miles. The command exceeded two hundred strong, rank and file. They arrived at Fort Shaw on the 14th ult., at midday, having made eight camps on the march. The thermometer indicated from 23 to 27 degrees. Besides a few frost-bitten , fingers and toes, the soldiers suffered little. They remained at Fort Shaw four days, and were joined by Company A of the Thirteenth Infantry, and seventy-six mounted infantry men, detailed from the different companies of the same regiment. On the morning of the 19th, they moved nut in quest of the Indians. The command was officered as follows: Maj. E. M. Baker, Second U. S. Cavalry, Brevet Colonel U. S. A., in command. Capt. Ed. Ball, commanding Company Second Cavalry. Bvt. Maj. L. Thompson, commanding Company I, Second Cavalry. Capt. S. H. Norton, commanding Com pany G, Second Cavalry. Lieut. G. C. Doane commanding Com pany F, Second Cavalry. Bvt. Lieut. Col. Geo. Higbee, Thirteenth Infantry, commanding mounted Infantry. Btrartrinia ADvairrraincmcrs, 912 ri year per squre of tan !Inas; 89 par year for each addi tional aquaza:-._: REAL ritkftliettArtslxci,lo.centa oi line tor the grid , laid 5 *pats torecten subacquont In- Insertion. . OP:NER..ett ADVIIII.II3INO, 7 cents a line far the first, and 4 cents for eaah subsequent baser- SPECIAL NoTicso inidted. In Local Columns 13 mat* per lino. PETAL NoTwas preeedlng Warrlngest and deaUts, 10 cents por line for first Insertion, and 5 cents for every subsequent Insertion. LECAL AND 02IIHR NOTICLU— ExeClltOrs' notices_ Administrators' notice___ Assignees' notices Audllors notices Other " Notices," ton llaes,:or less, three times_ . ..... L 60 Capt. R. A. Torrey, commanding Com pany A, Thirteenth Infantry. This force numbered about three hun dred and eighty men. Company A, Thir teenth Intently, acted as guard for the train, while the mounted infantry accom panied the cavalry. Before leaving S'haw it was currently re ported that a large number of Bloods and Plegans were encamped on the Manias river. The direction taken by the troops was a northeasterly one. utter proceeding about tiny miles, - Col. Baker very wisely left his wagons with their gua - rds, anti pushed ahead with all the rapidity possi ble. From now on night marches were made, and the command moved along si lently, though by no means slowly. The thermometer still indicated severe weather, but the men, anticipating a brush with the Indians, were so excited that if the mer cury had been frozen they would not have beetled the cold. THE INDIANS DISCOVERED. At daybreak on the 2.3.1, a tepee, or lodge was discovered about ten miles from the Marius river. Tim inmates, two "braves" and three squaws, of the Piegun tribe, were taken prisoners. From them the intelli gence was gleamed that a largo band of their tribe was encamped about ten miles distant on the Big Bend of the Marias. - This news was hailed with satisfaction by the men, who now saw an end to their dreary winter march through a sterile waste; and also felt sanguine that at last they could meet their wily foes in a body and conquer them. • Thu word forward was given, spurs were put in use, and away sped the gallant Ba ker with his command following. Nearing the river, a largo herd of ponies were dis coveredguarded by Indians, and upwards of four hundred ponies soon fell Into the hands of our mom, and all the Indian herders were tad E Arr.tel: si.A TER. Below where the herd was eaptured, though not visible front the point, lay the Piegan village. It consisted of 44 lodges in all, the greater number °tithe right bank of the river. At a glance Col. Baker com prehended the situation. Dividing the command, he ordered a detour to the rear of the village to he made by one portion, while he was to charge upon the main vil lage with the remainder of the troops. The Colonel's immediate rout mand commenced - - the light, and with terrific yells the soldiers dashed upon the enemy. Company F, Second Cavalry, opened a galling tire, fol lowed be Company 1, of the same regi ment. The attack was so sudden and vig orous that the Indians were completely taken by surprise. The majority of them lord not even time to otteet their escape front the lodges. Tho scene rinse presented was ono of fright nil reality. The hide covered lodges were ripped with kniioes by the soldiers and'many a bullet passing through the opening thus made, laid low the braves within. The up roar was deafening. The sounds of tiro arms, yells of the infuriated soldiers, yells and death-cries of thobre,lskins, the barking and howling oftho Indian dogs all mingling made the scene ono of terrible interest.— Anon, kegs of powder carefully stowed away in several of the lodges would ex.- pie& and kill tho inmates. Here, a savage would spring out with rifle in hand, but only to full in his tracks. There, resistance would be made, but the well f directed shots soon caused the effort to cease. Several attempted to pass from nne side of the river to the other, but the wide circles of red, with Indians in the centre, told but too well how vain was the attempt. Though all was in apparent confusion, still the troops kept in such order that not one of their shots hurt a comrade. Brevet- Major Thompson, while gallantly lighting, was attacked by an Indian whom he did not perceive in [lmo to prevent him from holding a rifle to his breast. Tho hammer fell; the gun miwied lire; and, with the death-cry on his lips, the savage's spirit, aided by the Major's bullet, doubt less winged iLs way to the Indian's spirit land. • -. The camp as conquered. 'rho regular. had wiped their savage foes out completely. The command encamped for the night on the scene of action. Tho following morning at early dawn the killed wore counted, and it was ascertained that 197 Indians had been thoroughly quieted, while but few of them had escaped. our loss was one killed—Private MM=IN=II=O One Spaniard, or perhaps a Mexican who WaS trading with the Indians, Wax killed with them. Among the principal chiefs slain were ad. Bear, Wolf's Tail, Heavy Runner, ed Horn, Mountain Chiers Son, and there equally prominent, whose name I umot recall to mind. Ono Piegan Indian, thinking that his chances fur living a long time were few, and eager to have his days prolonged to an indefinite period, in n fit Cl desperation killed his two squaws, and drew their corpses over his cowardly form. lie feign ed death, but it availed him nothing, for soon his spirit Joined those of his squaws. Six other of the savages ran over a hill on the right bunk of the river, and stumped from the main command; but their evi star guided them to a point where a few soldiers were guarding the captured herd, and soon these Indians also lay stiff on the ground. The boldest flight was that of a prisoner chief. Watching his chance, he sprang ou t from among his captors, and, luckily for himself, succeeded in making good his escape . Had the soldiers tired at him, doubtless some of their comrades would have suffered, for the reason that the com mand at that time was scattered, the tight having ended. Private Mullis of the cavalry fought in such a desperate manner as not only to at tract the attention of his officers but also that of nearly t oo entire command. Ho killed alone, anti unaided by his comrades, twenty Indians. THE DESTREMON OF PROPERTY. This was a very rich camp. A large number of skins, furs, and robes were stored in the different lodges; but small pox having been known to prevail In the village at this time, it was therefore deermed advisable to give everything up to the torch. This l'iegan village has vanished with Its inmates. Nothing now remains to show its existence save blackened spots where the lodges and stores were destroyed by fire, ghastly corpses strewn around, ravens flit ting to and fro, and cowardly wolves snarling and snapping over their feasts. The LOSS Of the Oneida—Details of the Catastrophe. SAN FnaNcisco, March I.—The ship Benefactress arrived to-day from Yokatia ma, with full details of the loss of the U. SI steamer Oneida, which left Yokohama on Jan. '23d, homeward bound. The steamer left her anchorage about 5 P. M., and the accident occurred at 7 o'clock the name eve ning. On passing out of the harbor her tires were banked and the steam blown off.— While the officers wore at dinner, at about 7 I'. M., the lookout man shouted "Steam er lights ahead ! " and a midshipman gays the order to " Port helm." Everything seemed quiet on board the other steamer, and this leads to the belief that sho had not observed the Oneida, although her lights were burning brightly. The steamer, which proved to he the Bombay, of the Peninsular and Oriental line, came right on and struck the Oneida on the starboard, about half-way between the main and mizzen rigging. A hole was cut, through which the whole interior of the ship was visible. Two non standing at the wheel were Instantly killed. Tho Bombay did not stop after crashing through the Oneida, though the guns of the latter, which hap pened to be loaded, were almost instantly tired, to attract her attention and bring her back. orders were given to lower the boats, but only rue life-boat was available, the others haying been crushed. The life-boat was manned by Dr. Suddards, the boatswain, and one hundred and fifty of the crew. Five guns were fired, but before the sixth could be discharged, the Oneida Rank, with in ten minutes after she was struck. None of those saved saw a man or heard a voice on board the Bombay. They report that When it became evident that there was no hope of saving the ship the officers gathered around Captain Wil liams, and he was heard to say, if she went down he would go with her. The life boat way obliged to leave the sinking ship to avoid being swamped. After pulling about for a while, the crew of the life boat, seeing none of the crew floating, not ono of the 160 who went down, unwillingly put their boat's head landward, about live miles dis tant. On landing, the natives treated them kindly and obtained the assistance of a guide and then started to walk to Yoko hama, which they reached at daylight the next martin g. The Bombay WILY immedi ately ordered to the scene of the wreck and succeeded in saving 39 mon who had got into the cutter when she floated, when the ship went down, and several other ves sels, ono with Minister belong on board, proceeded to the scene of the disaster dur ing the day, but no more lives were saved. The Japanese Government sent boats and apparatus to search in the wreck, and if necessary to bury the dead. A naval court-martial has been demand ed by the Captain of the Bombay. The of ficers and men of the Oneida numbered 176, only 56 of whom including Dr. Stuidard survived the disaster. Spilo Bridget% Over the earth nod South Platt Rirs. - . . O.3IALIA, March 3.—Two Spile Bridges over the North and South Platte rivers, near Fort McPherson, Nebraska, were con tracted for yesterday—in all 1,150 yards long. This Ls looked upon with great in terest, as it opens up to settlement a largo tract of country on the Republican river, heretofore almost unapproachable. An election has been ordered in Lincoln to discuss whether the county shall issue $20,000 worth of bonds, in aid of the con a truction of similar bridges near that place . over South Platte river.
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