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DON'T STAY TOO LATE TO-NIGHT
The hearth of home is beaming
WTI rays of rosy
And ►ovely eyes are gleaming,
As ails the shades of night -
And While thy steps are leaving
t The circle pure and bright,
And tender voice, half-grieving,
bays, 'don't slay lute to-night.'
The world in which thou mbvect
In busy, brave and wide;
The world of her thou lovent
. .
Is at the Ingle side;
She waits for thy warm greeting
Thy nmile la her delight;
Her gentle voice entreating,
Says • don't stay late to•night.'
The world, cold, inhuman,
Will warn thee, it thou fall;
The love of one poor woman
imtlasia and shames them all ;
Thy children will cling around thee
Let fate be dark or bright;
At home no shaft will wound thee,
Then 'don't, stay late to-night.'
iiiiiscrilancous.
A Fight In the Wood
Some years ago, while in the north
ern part of Maine, I spent the month of
September and a portion of October, at
a " hay-farm" on the borders of Cham
berlain Lake,—Lake Apumogeneg
smook, the Indians used to call it. The
whole region was almost an unbroken
wilderness. Game was plenty, and by
way of recreation from my duties as an
assistant engineer, I had set up n " line
of traps" for mink and sable,—" saple,"
as old trappers say,—along a small but
very rapid, noisy stream called Bear
Brook, which comes down into the lake
through a gorge between two high,
spruce-clad mountains.
Huge boulders had rolled down the
sides, and lay piled along the bed of the
gorge. Thu brook, which was the out
let of a small pond, pent up among the
ridges above, foamed, and roared, and
gurgled down among rocks shaded by
thick, black spruces, which leaned out
from the sides of the ravine.
It was a wild place. I had stumbled
upon it, one afternoon while hunting a
caribou (a kind of il , er) sonic weeks be
fore, and, knew it must be good trap
ping ground ; for the roeks, and clear
black pOols—in short the whole place
had that peculiar, fishy smell which
bespoke an abundance of trout; and
where trout abound there are sure to be
mink.
My traps were of that sort which
Unifiers call "figure-four" traps, made
of stakes and poles, with a figure-four
spring. Perhaps some of our boy read
ers may have caught squirrels in that
way. For bait I used trout from the
brook. I carried my hook and line with
Ine, and after setting a trap, threw in
my hook and pulled out trout enough
to bait it. My line extended about a
mile up the gorge, and comprised some
twenty-five or thirty traps.
After setting them, 1 shot a number
of red squirrels for it " drag," and thus
vonneeted the traps together. Perhaps
I should explain that a drag is u; bundle
of squirrels or patridges newly killed
and from which the blood is ,dripping,
which are dragged along by it withe
from trap to trap, to make a trail and
scent, so that the mink and sable will
follow it.
It is customary to visit mink traps
once in two or three days But as I
had plenty of ti nejust then, I went to
mine every afternoon.
During the first week after setting
them I had excellent luck. I caught
eleven mink Mill three sable—about
fifty dollars worth, us I reckoned it.—
My hopes of making a small fortune in
the fur business, were very sanguine,
until one morning I found every trap
torn up! The poles and stakes were
scattered over the ground, spindles were
broken to pieces, and at one or two
places where there had been a mink in
the trap, the head and bits of fur were
lying about as if it had been devoured.
At first I thought that perhaps some
fellow who had intended to trap there
had done the mischief, to drive me away
(a very common trick among rival trap
pers); but when I saw that the minks
had been torn to pieces, I knew the de
struction was the work of some animal
—a fisher, most likely, or as some call it
" black-cat."
I had never seen one of these crea
tures, but had often heard hunters and
trappers tell what pests they were—fol
lowing them ou their rounds, robbing
and tearing up their traps almost as rap
idly as they could set them. Indeed, I
had read In believe it was
Baird's—Works. on Natural History,
that the fisher-cat, or nu stela cannden
sis, is a very fierce, carnivorous animal
of the weasel family, a most determined
fighter. and more than a match for n
common hound.
Well, I had nothing to do but set the
traps again, a task which I did ill tile
course of the day, really hoping that the
beast had merely paid the place a tran
sient visit, and gone on upon his wan
derings.
But the next morning Showed my
hopes were vain, for he had "gone
through" my line again and every trap
was upset. I t really seemed as If the "var
mint" had taken a malicious delight in
tearing them to pieces. At use of the
traps u line sable had been caught, and
as if for very mischief, the marauder had
torn the beautiful ski ti, which was worth
ten or a dozen dollars, to shreds.
Surely, if there iv a business in the
world that demands patience and perse
verance, it is trapping. At least it took
about all I could so in non to go resign
edly to work, make new spindles, catch
fresh bait, and set the traps again, es
pecially with the prospect of having the
same task to perform the next morning.
I went at it, however, anti by eleven
o'clock had them all set save one, the
upper one, where the sable had been
caught; when,on approaching it through
the thick spruces, I saw a large raccoon
gnawing the sable's head. Seeing me
at the same instant, he caught up the
head, and before I could unsling my gun,
scuttled away out of sight.
Was it possible that a 'coon had been
doing all this mischik? I knew them
to be adepts at a variety of wood,-Cricks,
but had never heard of their robbing
traps before. Here was one caught
gnawing a sable's head iu the vicinity
of the broken traps. Circumstantial
e‘ Wetter, as they say in court, was strong
against him.
I detertnito , l to watch—that trap at
It as:.
lining ovur to our camp on the lake,
I took a hasty lunch, and putting a
fresh charge into my gun, went back to
the ravine. A few rods from the place
where I had surprised the coon, there
was a thick clump of low spruces. Here
I hid myself and began my watch.
'the afternoon dragged away.—
Crows and hawks cawed and screamed;
kingfishers and squirrels chickered,
and shirred; but no animal came near
the traps. The sun was setting be
hind the high, black mountains, and
twilight began to dim the narrow val
le y.
Thinking I had had my labor for my
pains, I was about crawling out of my
hiding-place, when a twig snapped in
the drne,t,jon of the traps, and turning
quickly, I saw the 'coon coming up the
bank of the brook, the same one, I was
sure, that I had seen before, because of
its unusual size.
With a glance around, to see that
there was uo danger near, it hambled
along to the spot where the sable's head
had been, and began sniffling at the
shreds and bits of fur which lay about.
Wishing to see if he would touch the
trap I did Oot stir, but watched his
movements.
After picking up the bits of skin, he
walked round the trap several times,
with his Queer, quizzical face askew,
examining it. Then happening to scent
one of the sable's legs which lay at a
distance, he ran to it, and began to eat
it. I could hear his sharp teeth upon
the bones. Suddenly he stopped, listen
ed, then growled. Very
,much to my
surprise, there was an answering growl.
Tben another and another response. In
a moment more, from behind a great
rock in the bank, there stole out a large,
black animal, au, object of the 'coon's
utter abhorrence, evidently.
Fresh growls greeted the appearance of
the Intruder, who came stealthfully for
ward. He was a wicked-looking fel
low, and _had evidently hostile inten
tions.
The 'coon rose to his feet, lifted his
back libel a bear or a cat, and growled
. all the while. The new comer crouched
almost to the earth,butcontinued to steal
'up to the 'coon until within a yard or'
two.
Tb are they stood facing each other,
getting more angry every moment, and
evidently intended to have a big " set
t”." I had no wish to interfere, and
was content to remain a spectator. The
two thieves might settle their quarrels
between themselves. I wasn't stall cer
tain to which of them I stood indebted
for my extra labor, and concluded to
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keep my charge of shot for whichever
of them survived the fray.
The growls rose to shrieks ; the fish
er, for such ( judged it to be, wriggling
his black tail, and the 'coon getting his
back still higher. Then came a sudden
grab, quick as a flash, and a prodigious
scuffle. Over and over they rolled, grap
pling and tearing; now the gray tail
would whisk up in sight, then the black
one. The fur flew, and that strong, dis
agreeable odor, sometimes noticed when
a'cat spits, was wafted out to my hid
ing-place.
It was hard to tell which was the best
fighter. Gray fur and black fur seemed
to be getting torn out in about equal
snatches. Suddenly the 'coon gotaway
from his antagonist, and running to the
foot of a great spruce tree, standing near,
went like a dart up the trunk to the
lower limbs. There be faced about.
The fisher followed to the tree and
looked up. He saw his late foe, growl
ed, and then began to climb after him.
He was net so good a climber as the
'coon, but scratched his way up with
true weasel determination. The mo
ment he came within reach, the rac
coon jumped at him, regardless of the
height from the ground, and fastened
upon his back. The shock caused the
fisher to lose his hold, and down both
animals dropped with tremendous force,
sufficient to knock the breath out of
them, I thought. But they clung to
each other, and dug and bit with the
fury of maniacs. 'Coons are noted
fighters; and as for the fishers, they
never give up while the breath of life is
in them.
Presently the 'coon broke away again
and once more ran to the tree, this time
going up its trunk, out of sight, among
the branches at the top. It looked as
if he was getting about all the light he
cared to have.
Not so with the big weasel. He in
stantly followed ilia antagonist, clum
sily b u t surely claWing his way up the
trunk It took him some time to reach
the top, but he got there at last. An
other grapple ensued- among the very
topmost boughs, and they both came
tumbling to the ground, catching at,
the limbs as they fell; but grappling
afresh, they rolled own the steep
bank to the edge of the water.
Meanwhile it had grown so dark that
I could but j. , stsee their writhing forms.
The growling, grappling sound contin
ued, however. and I could hear them
splash in the water. Then there came a
lull. One or the other had "given in,"
I felt sure. Which was the victor?
Cocking my gull I crept:to the bank.
As nearly as I could make out the situ
ation, the fisher was holding the 'coon
by the throat.
I took a step forward. A twig snap
ped uudei my foot. Instantly a pair of
fiery eyes glared up at me in the gloom ;
and With a harsh snarl the fisher raised
himself. But the 'coon didn't stir ; he
was dead.
It seemed almost too bail to shout the
victor of so desperate a fight ; but think
ing of my traps, 1 hardened my heart
and fired. The fisher reared up, fell
over, then recovering its legs, leaped at
me with all the ferocity of its blood
thirsty race. But the heavy buckshot
had surely done its work, and with an
other attempt to spring at nn, the ani
mal fell back dead.
had no more troulde with my traps
Elephant and null Fight
A combat took place at Madrid, In
Spain, between the celebrated elephant
Pizarro and a wild bull. The excite
ment among the populace of the Span
ish Capital, for days previous to the
fight, was tremendous. The price of
seats in the amphitheatre rose to a fab
ulous figure, and the ticket-office was
besieged by a crowd of buyers, in which
the nobility and the commonality, the
rich and the poor, hustled each other
regardless of rank or the want of it, and
only intent upon securing a place
whence to witness the strange specta-
de.
When at length the eventful day ar-,
rived, the amphitheatre was packed to.
Its utmost capacity. There was some
by-play of the usual bull-fighting or
der, but the spectators had come for
sport of a different kind, and soon grew
clamorous for the elephant. The bar
rier gates were at length thrown wide
open, and the immense form of Pizarro
was seen slowly advancing into the
King. To his hind-legs was attached
a massive chain, theother end of which
was immediately secured by means of
a ring to a post which had been firmly
planted in the centre of the amphithea
tre. This precaution was necessary be
cause Pizarro was subject to violent fits
of auger, during which he was liable to
do a great deal of mischief.
To the Intense disgust of the audience,
the combat was very tame. The bull
was apparently awed by the immense
size of his opponent; and Pizarro cared
so little for his antagonist that he occu
pied himself with picking up oranges
and cakes thrown to him from the
boxes. At length, irritated by darts
and fire-crackers, the bull made a des
perate charge ; but, being thrown back
on his hunches by the violence of the
shock, he could not be induced to re
new the tight. After standing still a
few minutes, as if to recover from his
astonishment, he slunk, thoroughly in
timidated, into a corner, from which
neither fire-works nor the irritating red
mantle could make him stir. A second
bull succeeded in indicting a slight
wound on Pizarro's trunk, but,, like his
predecessor, soon gave up in despair.
The singular combat was renewed the
next day, with just as tame results.—
Pile bulls Were apparently perplexed to
know what to make of a monster from
whose huge head they rebounded as if
they had charged against'n solid wall.
After one or two attempts they would
retire, and nothing could drive them to
make another charge. As for the ele-'
phant, he took things in a very cool and
philosophical manner, and ate his or
anges and drank his wine, which was
freely sent him from the boxes, with
the dignity befitting a monster of his
importance and prowess. But as no
man was killed, and as none of the
brute antagonists received a serious
wound, the gentle audience came to the
conclusion that a bull and elephant light
was a very tame ancl. uninteresting af
fair. Something better was expected
of Pizarro, who is known to be a vici
ous-tempered beast. In one of his fits
of fury he once made a raid through the
streets of Saragossa, in the course of
which one of his tusks were broken.—
At Madrid he seemed to look upon his
antagonists as worthy only of passive
contempt.
A Famous Auctioneer
'rhe most efficient auctioneer Thai
ever lived, probably, was George Rub
ins, of London, who flourished about
thirty or forty years ago. His adver
tisements were marvellous pieces of
composition, which none of his succes
sors in the same business have ever suc
ceeded in imitating. He was a very
` Admirable Crichton," a man of uni
versal knowledge, never at a loss, and
with a power of magnifying the good
qualities of the wares he was selling
such as no auctioneer, before or since
his day, has ever possessed. It was a
literary treat to see and hear him sell
a library ; but the place best fitted for
the display of his abilities was the sale
of a fine country house.
In 1820, the magnificent Fonthill Ab
bey, owned by the brilliant Beckfurd,
came to the harnm-r. That it would be
knocked down for a quarter of its real
value seemed inevitable ; but Robins
was equal to the emergency. Taking
advantage of the great fame of Beck ford,
and the rumors which described the
house assurpassing the grandest palaces
of the East in sumptuous elegance, he
announced that no one would be admit
ted to view the house who did not pur
chase a catalogue-price, one guinea. The
fashionable world felt bound to see these
wonderful sights, and rushed in crowds
to buy catalogues. Eight thousand of
them were sold,'and people journeyed
from all parts of the kingdom to feast
their eyes on the marvellous Fonthill.
In the height of the furore the sale be
gan, and lasted thirty-three days. The
Abbey was knocked down for £330,000
—a third more than its worth. Pictures,
furniture, &c., brought fabulous sums.
Raphael's "Saint Catherina" sold for
£2.50 ; and the contents of the house re
alized the enormous sum of £1,000,000.
Once Robins had to sell among the ef
fects of a deceased merchant silverware
amounting to over six hundred ounces.
Duplicates of the pieces had been made
in Sheffield ware, for daily use, and by
some accident the realsilver, on the first
day of the sale, was knocked down as
plated. The next day, the Sheffield were
being put up, its real character was at
once discovered. The purche'sers of the
silver disappeared, and Robins prompt
ly paid the loss out of his own pocket.—
Boston Record.
A ?light with a Maniac
BY A YOUNG SURGEON.
The maniac was a giant. He had
broken his heavy chains as Samson
broke the wither—had torn open the
door of the cell—torn the keeper, liter
ally in pieces—burst open the door—
killed the watchman, with a heavy Iron
bar he wrenched from the door—and
escaped with his formidable weapon in
to the city. The whole place was aghast
at the news; and we students at the
hospital and dissecting room, who were
connected with the asylum, had to
nerve ourselves to help capture the es
ca .ed wild beast.
. -
had gone to the dissecting room
alone, and was about to commence using
the knife on a subject. There was a
storm raging, and with a low sob the
wind swelled through the long aisle of
forest trees, and flashed with the gath
ered force of an ocean wave against the
the dead-house. Simultaneously, a hand
struck the light door, and the yell of a
maniac rang through and through my
brain.
Above the door, through the small
ventilator, the face of the madman and
the murderer peered down at me.
" Ah, ha! I have caught you at last
—here—and alone. I have been wait
ing for you. You took me once, didn't
you! Ha, ha! Let me in."
The coolnessof imminent peril brought
my powers to action. I held his eye an
instant; but it was evident he was too
wild for that; his blood was up, and it
raved with eager ferocity through the
room and over the frail walls. With
the light bound of a leopard I gained
the door, and shut the double bolt. A
gleam of rage darted from his eye ; but
he laughed. " Ha, ha! You think that
will keep me out ?"
He leaped to the ground. In an in
stant the light was out.
" Wait," I cried, I have a weapon
in my hand keen as a razor. It is pois
oned by the dead body I have been
working on. Burst the door, and I'll
plunge it in your heart. If it but touch
you, you are a dead man You may
kill me, but I'll kill you as certain as
there is a God."
The
its
giant shook the door
until its hinges creaked and groaned
beneath his hand. Then laughing
again low to himself, muttered, "fool,
I'll outwit you yet!" and then stole MI
in the darkness. I heard him, for an
instant, pressing against the wall of the
building, and it swayed and bent in
wards with the weight. Then silence.
The din of my pulses made thunder in
my ears, as I tried to hear his stealing
tread, and the sobbing wind rose anew
with a weird shriek, making my efforts
fruitless.
A thousand times I heard his low,
devilish, murderous laugh. A thousand
times I felt his brawny strength against
the door, and saw his wild face look
down at me through the gloom ; but
still he did not come. I tried to think
he had abandoned the design, and slunk
off discouraged; but I knew it was not
so—l knew he was crouching in some
corner, on the watch to spring on me
when I passed.
Could I stay there all night? do cer
tainly not. An hour more, and Harry
Leigh (my young wife's brother) would
come to see me—come unconscious of
the danger, until a bloodhound at his
throat would choke the brave young
life down there forever.
I listened, in the intervals of the now
fitful storm, to hear if he was breathing
near me. I waited for the next lull. It
came—that deep hush that follows the
gusty wind. I put my soul in the
sense of hearing, but no human shadow
or sound greeted It.
When the storm swelled again, I
drew the bolt, and looked into the
night; a black pall hung over the
earth and sky. I had as good a chance
to pass him in the obscurity as he to
catch me. With my knife in my teeth
and the massive thigh-bone of a negro
to fell him with, if I must, I drew off
my shoes, and stepped out into the
darkness. A sudden whirl of the temp
est almost took me off my feet, and a
brick, dislodged from one of the chim
neys, grazed my head in its passage,and
broke iu half on the pavement.
With bated breath, and a step , k.e the
tread of a panther scenting his rey,
parted the thick darkness and turned
my face towards the hospital. He might
be either here—at any step along the
passage—or hid in the angle of the wall
at the door through which I must enter.
This seemed most probable ; but there
was another door known only to the
doctors.
I thought I would elude him. Wit
infinite caution I began to scale the high
wall, dreading horribly lest some sudden
break in the sky might reveal me to the
wild eyes that watched for me—but no.
Safely passing the summit, I threw
my leg over for the descent, and felt my
foot seized. It was but the tendril of a
wild vine, skirting the wall. Grasping
my knife in my right hand, I crept
along the bushes fur fifty yards, then
struck across the lawn for the side en
trance. The darkness perplexed me,
but I thought I was steering straight.
Suddenly my foot struck bricks What
was this'. I tried to recollect. There
was nopavement round that part of the
hospital.
I pushed on uncertainly; and feeling
a weight in the air, put out my hand to
grope for some clue to my whereabouts.
I was in an alley—flanked with stone
walls far above my head. I gave a sud
den turn. In an instant I knew I was
in a subterranean passage of the asylum.
Turning to retrace my steps, the opaque
density of some heavy body crouched
between me and the outer air. I heard
its stifled breathing—its stealthy tread
approaching me. Just heavens! A
struggle for life with a madman in these
narrow, gloomy vaults—to lie iu a pool
of one's own heart's blood in this un , i is
covered tomb—and my young wife, Con
stance !—was maddening!
For an instant my brain was on fire.
Then I thought there might be an exit
—other devious windings in which I
could elude my deadly pursuer. Going
deftly backwards, 1 turned the angle iu
the wall, and then plunged at the ut
most speed of a young and active 'man
along the back passage. Instantly I
knew I was pursued. Meeting another
crossed path, I struck into it in the op
posite direction. The maniac instantly
followed me. What a race through those
cavernous depths of the madhouse!
What tragic pitfalls might lurk at every
step I—what black and stagnant pools
lie waiting to engulf me !=what deeper
depths of icy blackness into which to
fall—and fall for ever.
The passage grew narrower. We
were, perhaps, under the very.centre of
the building, and farthest from the out
er air. I had tried to breathe noiseless
ly ; the effort exhausted me. I knew
nothing of the labyrinths; could only
guess at our position by the distance
from the entrance. I had counted the
turnings we had made. I thought I
could retrace them. My strength was
failing. I was fleetest, but he was most
enduring.
Presently lie would run me down. It
would be a terrible venture, but the ne
cessity was imminent. I would try it.
Gathering all my force, I darted like an
arrow on into the darkness. The sud
denness of my increased speed baffled
him. I succeeded in putting fifty yards
retween us, gained and turned the next
angle; then, drawing myself against
the wall, with every nerve and muscle
sirai lied into preternatural tension, with
the mighty heaving of my spent chest
crushed into silence by an effort of de
spairing will, I waited for him to pass
me. I heard him come rushing on with
new strength through the blackness,
' reach the angle, turn it, striking
his massive body against the jut
ting stones. I heard him spring
like an animal on along the track.—
I felt his hot breath like steam—the
foam of his set jaws flung across my face
—and he stopped. I felt that he wit.s
feeling for me l—that he was crouching
on the stones. I saw the red of his eye
balls glare up at me through the dark
ness. I felt the touch of his icy flesh on
my hand. Like lightning he raised him
self, and, throwing his vast weight
against me pinioned me to the stones.
And the mad rage of a man at bay surg
ed upward to my brain. I clasped my
knife convulsively, and seized him by
the throat, resolved to die hard. It was
hair—it was shaggy. The hands against
my chest had a thick coat of fur. I
clasped him to my breast. It was Lion
—my dog, Lion !
***L • 3 * *
"Great Heaven, Keene! what kept
you the whole night in that cursed dead
house? It is near day ; the door has
been open these two hours, and Derby
and King have been asleep. I was get
ting on my boots to look for you!"
" Why in the name of common sense
did you let this dog out after me? Will
you tell me that?'
LANCASTER, PA., WEDNESDAY MORNING NOVEMBER 8, 1871
Why, he howled like a maniac, and
clawed at the door till I thought you
were in some danger, and I could not
keep him in."
`Danger! Well, we din talk now.
Rouse yourself; .T. have had an interview
with your manias, And he is prowling
.around the grounds after me now. Call
up the men. I must go after Philip im
mediately."
" You don't say so ?"
" Yes ; don't waste a second."
In five minutes the whole force of the
hospital was out in the grounds. We
took him in an angle of the great
door, crouched behind the jutting
wall, waiting for me. He drew his lips
back over hie teeth, in the dumb ferocity
of 'a mad brute, as he saw me, and his
eyes settled into, a dull, lurid glare irn=
possible to describe, as he hissed out,
"Ha" this is twice—twice you triumph;
wait till the third timi!"
Around the blazing grate, in the
closing hour of the tempest-tossed
night, we shook hands over the glad
ness of our reunion and after the story
was over, and the horror first, and, and
the laughbir after (at the close of my
adventure), and Derby and King had
left, and Harry Leigh and I stood at
the window watching the young winter
day rise over the hills, there was some
thing very like tears over the bright
blue eyes as he pointed to the grated
walls of the mad-house, and said, "Con
stance would have gone there, Keene,
or died, and mine would have been a
heavy, heavy life after."
Old Fools the Worst
About a month ago, says the Detroit
Press, a man named Josiah Fuller, who
lives in Lucas county, Ohio, was in De
troit on a visit, and while in the depot
one day, saw, admired, and became ac
quainted with a very good looking
young woman named Nfattie Adams.—
Fuller assisted her on the train, saw to
her baggage, and during their half
hour's interview allowed her to know
that he was a widower, worth thirty
thousand dollars, and in search of a see
cond wife.
The mart was completely enamored,
and before the train left induced Afiss
Adams to give him her address and
promise that he.might write to her, she
graciously exchanging photographs with
him. Now, Fuller is a man fifty-five
years old, anything but handsome,
short and fat. Mt fat men are decep-
tive, and Mr. Fuller immediately com
menced to make a fool of himself.
The woman gave him the address of
a noted house in this city, and he sat
down and wrote her a very tender let
ter before she was half-way home. Of
course he didn't know her character, or
the character of the house. In due time
she answered his Letter, and in due time
he replied. Thus matters went on un
til Thursday, when he made his ap
pearance at Detroit at her request to
have au interview. It may be well to
say here that in one of his letters he
sent her a fifty dollar greenback to buy
a ring.
On arriving here, a hackman convey
ed him to the house, and the old man
never get a hint as to its character.—
Miss Adams was expecting him, and
palmed herself offas being at her moth
er's house. even bringing in " her
mother " for an introduction. If Fuller
was in love before he was clear gone
now, and proposed marriage before he
had been in the house two hours. Af
ter many attempts to blush, the woman
said " yes," and old Nonseme was the
happiest man in Detroit.
After prolonging his visit until late
in the evening, he went to a hotel, the
understanding being that he was yes
terday to go with her and select the
wedding garments. He was on hand
as prompt as an office-seeker, and the
twain went on a grand shopping excur
sion. Whatever she wanted he order
ed and paid for, including two silk
dresses, several other dresses, a set of
jewelry, and notions too many to men
tion.
After two hour's tramping, the pair
returned to the house, and the young
woman informed him that she had one
more request to make. Her "dear papa"
was owing a debt of three hundred dol
lars, and a cruel, heartless creditor had
levied on her piano in lieu of money.
Would he lend "her father" the money
for a few days! Of course he would, and
he counted out the money as fast as his
fingers could fly. As he was not invited
to :stay to . :dinner, Fuller went to his
hotel, and at two o'clock walked up to
have another chat with his fiancee. He
rang the bell and no one answered. He
rang again, and there was no reply.
He pulled harderand estrange woman
appeared at the door and asked what he
wanted. While he was telling her, and
totally confounded by the turn matters
had taken, she informed him that if he
didn't get out of that with his drunken
tricks he would be snatched by the po
lice. He tried to go in and she pushed
him out. He demanded an explanation
and she called him an old dough-head.
Two or three citizens came along, stop
ped to hear the dispute, and one of them
informed Fuller that if he valued his
character he had better make himself
less conspicuous. He has gone home
WO out of pocket.
The Adroit Swordsman
Pulaski, as it is well known, was as
adroit a swordsman as he was perfect in
horsemanship, and he ever rode a pow
erful and Ileet charger. During the re
treat of the American army through
New Jersey, in the darkest hour of our
National adversity he was pursued by a
small party of British cavalry, the lead
er of which was a good horseman, and
mounted as well as Pulaski. Pulaski
rode in the rear of his detachment and
the British captain rode in front of those
he commanded.
. .
The morniug sun was shining bright
ly, casting oblique shadows, and the
pursued party entered a long, narrow
lane, Pulaski having satisfied himself
of the superior speed and command of
his horse over that of his pursuer, slack
ened his pace and kept his horse to the
side of the land farthest from the sun.
The pursuing officer came up in hot
haste, so as to make the decisive cut
upon Pulaski as soon as he could reach
him.
rode 116 though he heard tint
the advance upon him, yet he kept his
eye warily upon the ground on the side
of his horse towards the sun on the right.
As soon as he saw the shadow of his
pursuer's horse gain upon him and that
his horse's head, by his shadow, had
gained about half the length of his own
horse's body, he gave the sudden sword
cut of St. George with his powerful arni,
and saw the decapitated head of theEuk
lish Officers following the stroke.
His mathematical eye had measured
the distance by the position of the sha
dow so accurately, his position of giv
ing a long back reach to his right arm
while the cross stroke of his pursuer
must have been made at tOiuch shorter
I distance to have taken effect, that the
pursuing officer lost his head before he
suspected that his proximity was
known or that a. blow was meditated.
"Hadn't Jtned 'em Yet l"
A rather verdant young man, whose
features exhibited every symptom of be
ing slightly tinged with the emerald,
lately entered a jewelry store In New
York, and gazing earnestly into the
show-case, remarked :
" You've got a heap of mighty pretty
breast pins thar, mister, what might you
ax for em?"'
"What sort of a pin would you like to
ook at?" asked the merchant.
" Well, I dunno," said the visitor,
pointing to a plain Masonic pin (the
compass and square), "how much is that
yere?"
"Five dollars, only sir," was the re
ply. " It's a very tine pin, eighteen
carat gold, and—"
"You havn't ary one with a little gold
hand-saw laid across it, hey you?" in
terrupted the would be purchaser.
" I believe not, sir,' said the mer
chant.
" I'm just out of my time, and gwine
to set up as a carpenter and jiner, and
I thought I'd like some sort of a sign to
wear about me, so folks would have an
idea who I was. What do you tax for
that ar pin you've got yer hands on ?"
" Seven dollars, sir," said the mer
chant, producing a compass and square
surrounding the letter U.
"Seven dollars, eh ?" said the youth.
" I'll take it—sorry yer didn't hey the
hand saw, though, but reckon every
body'll understand it. The campus to
measure out the work, and the square
to see its all right after it's done mea
sured, and every Idurned fool orter
know that G alias stands for gimlet !"
A boy of five Summers, in New Eng
land, 'recently, while at his devotions,
surprised the family by praying that he
might have sixty brothers and one hun
dredisisters
A Quaker Julep
One old Quaker, who loves the good
things of this world—as, indeed, they
all do—has a fine bed of mint near his
house. I asked him what It was for—
why he raised it? "Well," said he, "it
is very handy in case of sickness. I
sometimes use it myself," said he. "If
thee is ignorant of the manner in which
it is prepared, I will show thee. It is not
unpleasant to the taste, and it Is bene
ficial to the appetite." With this
he left me, sitting as I was, in the
delicious shade of oaks and chest
nuts which surround his house. The
meadow, with its sweet-smelling hay,
was near; the cornstalks, green and
graceful, waved languidly In the breeze ;
the golden wheat, as the wind swept
by, wrinkled and crawled like the
waves of the sea ; the quail among the
stubble unceasingly Insisted that Bob
White" should come, and the whole
scene was so still and peaceful that a
languor came over me, and I nod
ded and winked heavily in response to
the daisies that bloom along the fence
and over the lawn. I little cared wheth
er my Quaker friend returned or not ;
yet he did come, with a pleasant smile
and a sincere manner.
In his hand he held a glass tumbler,
half full of ice, with a small wine glass
full of some dark, amber-colored fluid.
A silver bowl of sugar and a spoon were
iu the other hand, and with these he sat
down on the rustic seat beside me.—
Presently a colored girl brought some of
the mint, and my Quaker took a few
spears of it, put it in the tumbler, crush
ed It slightly against the glass, put in
a teaspoonful or two of sugar, filled
the tumbler with water, shook it up
in a lively manner, put in a thin
slice of lemon, a piece of ripe apple,
and a couple of nice straws. One tum
bler he handed to me, the other he kept,
"Thee sees," said he, "how this is made.
First, thee has some very vile stuff—
whiskey or brandy—abouthalf an ounce
or an ounce for men (a half ounce will
do for women) ; this vile stuff thee may
neutralize by adding a quantity of ice,
some sugar, a little mint, a slice of lemon,
and some water. Be careful not to put
in too much water; thee may spoil the
medicine by too much water. After It is
completed place the straw to thy lips,
and draw in thy breath gently. Thee
will find the medicine an excellent ton
ic."—Cocrespondence Cincinnati Com
mercial.
A. Story about General lass.
Colonel Forney writes: John Guy
bore a striking resemblance to General
Lewis Cass, and while he was proprie
tor of the National Hotel, in Washing
ton, the Michigan Senator was among
his favored guests. Guy dressed like
Cass, and although not as portly, his
face, including the wart, was strangely
similar. One day a 'Western friend of
the house came iu after a long ride,ilusty
and tired, and walking up to the office
encountered General Cass, who was
quietly standing there. Mistaking him
for Guy, he slapped him on the should
er, and exclaimed: "Well, old fel
low, here I am ; the last time I hung my
hat up in your shanty one of your clerks
sent me to the fourth story ; but now I
have got hold of you 1 insist upon a
lower room."
•
The General, a most dignified person
age, taken aback by this startling salute,
coldly replied : " You have committed
a mistake, sir. I am not Mr. Guy; I
am General Cass of Michigan," and ang
rily turned away. The Western man
was shocked at the unconscious outrage
he had committed ; but before he had
recovered from his mortification, Gen
eral Cass, who had passed around the
office,
confronted bins again, when, a
second time mistaking him for Guy, he
faced him and said : " Here you are at
last. I have just made a devil of a mis
take ; I met old Cass and took him for
you, and Cm afraid the Michigander
has gone off mad." What General Casa
would have said, may well be imagined,
if the real Guy had not approached and
rescued the innocent offender from the
twice-assailed and twice-angered states
man.
An Extraordinary Incident.
During the silly season animals in
London appear very obligingly to per
form most remarkable feats. We are
all familiar with the image of a "bull in
a china shop,' but a few days ago its
equivalent occurred In the shape of an
ox In a glass shop. Opposite the Char
ing Cross Hotel is an immense glass
shop, in which one morning lately an
over-brazen ox took refuge. It was dis
creetly treated and scarcely did any
damage. On the 2d inst. a more extra
ordinary incident took place. A four
wheeled cab turned out of Cheapside in
to Gutter lane. The driver attempted
for some reason or other to turn round,
The horse then became restive, and
dashing against the cellar window of
the nearest shop, smashed the glass, and
getting its head and fore legs down the
cellar commenced struggling and ki zk
lug violently.
Its hindquarters were now the only
part of the animal visible from the
street, and any attempts to draw it
backward seemed futile. As soon as
the harness was loosened or cut the
horse plunged forward and disap
peared. As many of the crowd which
soon collected as could get near enough
to peep, asserted that the animal was
now to be seen standing upright in the
cellar, whence there seemed but little
chance of its being extricated alive. A
horse-slaughterer was sent for to re
move it dead or alive. Some of the
stones of the pavement were taken up,
and the aperture enlarged. The horse's
legs were encased in straw and tied to
gether, and after it had been five hours
under ground it was drawn up by ropes
and shortly after walked off, apparently
not seriouslylnjured by itsunprecedent
ed experience.
A. Singular Indian Tradition.
Among the Seminole Indians there is
a siugular tradition regarding the white
man's origin and superiority. They say
that when the Great Spirit made the
earth he also made three men. All of
the men had fair complexions ; and that
after making them lie led them to the
margin of a small lake, and bade them
leap in and wash. One obeyed, and
came out purer and fairer than be
fore; the second hesitated a moment,
during which the water agitated by the
first had become muddled, and when lie
bathed he came out.copper-colored ; the
third did not leap till the water had be
come blank with mud and he came out
black with itsown color. The great spirit
laid before them three packages, and
out of pity for his misfortune in color
gave the black man the first choice. He
took hold of each package, and having
felt the weight, chose the heaviest. The
copper-colored man chose the next hea
viest, leaving the white man the light
est. When the packages were opened,
the first was found to contain spades,
hoes and implements of labor ; the sec
ond enwrapped hunting, fishing, and
war-like apparatuses; the third gave
the white man pens, ink and paper,
the engines of the mind— the means of
mutual mental improvement, the social
link of humanity, the foundation of the
whiteman's superiority.
A CERTAIN eminent temperance lec
turer, was setting forth the most awful
portraiture of old King Alcohol, when a
muzzy-looking brother arose in a corner
of the hall and observed :
"I like t'ash the gent'l'm'n a quesh'n."
" Certainly, my friend," said the ur
bane speaker, "by all means."
"I wish t'inquire of the gentTm'n 'f
he's ever been tight ?"
"Thank Clod, no!" was the fervent
response. "This brain has never been
muddled with the accursed thing."
Once more the muzzy one spoke:
"Then don't the gen'l'm'n seem to
use great rmiliarity 'bout an entire
strangers' long's he hain't been intro
duced?"
The speaker had to struggle for some
moments Lefore he could circumvent
the unseemly interruption, and get back
to the thread of his discourse.. You see
he did not know whereof he affirmed.
A Pigeon Story.
' The Columbia (8. C.) Union is re
sponsible for 'the following story: "It
may seem something of a wonder to
know how long a pigeon can live with
out water, food, or sustenance of any
sort. A case came under our notice yes
terday. A gentleman had occasion to
close a room seven weeks ago, and there
has not been a ray of light admitted in
any portion of it since that time until
yesterday, when upon opening the room
a pigeon flew out and attempted to light
on the roof of a neighboring building,
but fell a little short. The bird was ac
cidentally confined in the room the
space of time named, and although it
seems almost incredulous it should live
so long, nevertheless, there is no room
for doubt that such was the fact."
The Three Great Mormons
Brigham Young, Wells and Canton-•-A
Powerful Sketch.
A Salt Lake City letter in the Cin
cinnati Commercia/ contains the follow-
lug. The writer's strong sympathy
with Young and the Mormons does not
detract, In a great degree, from the in•
tenet of his sketch :
. _
The three men indicted by McKean's
and Btu3kin's grand jury, (the jury pick
ed by Marshal M. T. Patrick,) Young,
Wells and Cannon,are the vitality of the
Mormon Church. Young is the organ
izer of the industry of Utah, and the
ablest executive spirit west of the
Rocky Mountains. His power is in his
will, his Yankee materialism, and his
position, now so long maintained as to
be traditional with his people. They
are proud of him, of his hale old age,
fearlessness, sagacious enterprises, at
tention to their wants, and high rank
amongst the great men of the time. Hu
has brought the mass of them out •t'
English, Danish and Swedish beggary,
ton country of land, fruit and scenery.
He can put ten thousand men to work
any day on his three railways, for their
daily board, paying them wages in
stock, and he needs no land grant or
bonded indorsement. His enterprises
generally pay speedy dividends. His
tithing system brings out immigrants,
who in time return the passage money
to the Church, and it re-appears in
large systems of mechanism and traffic.
He has built five hundred miles of the
Deseret telegraph line, connecting all
his settlements from St. George:(where
the Mormons cultivate cotton and mill
it) past Provo, where a granite woolen
mill, seven stories high, costing two
hundred thousand dollars, and adapted
to five hundred hands, is about to move
Its infinite spindles, up to Brigham
City, where its• narrow-gauge road is
progressing toward Idaho. He has
built sixty miles of co-operative rail
way in Utah, one hundred and fifty
miles of the - Union Pacific Railroad, and
- - -
many hundred miles of the Western
Union Telegraph. There is no ecclesi
astic in the Methodist or any,other
American church, with a tithe of his
versatile and vigorous administrative
ability. Of his sixty odd children,
many are married to Gentiles, and all
are endowed, never with money, but
with occupation. Brigham Young is
still a credulous, sincere convert to the
Mormon Church, and he has never pre
tended, himself, to receive a revelation.
The Church has made him, as well as
he eras dignified it; for he was only a
painter and carpenter, with a seri
ous nature, and an inclination for
the Methodist Church, when the Gos
pel of Joseph Smith overtook him,
and drew him in. The prophet him-
• • . -- -
self predicted a career for Brigham, and
sent him abroad on a mission. Ci [yen
thus a consequence and experience
which old and beaten faiths would not
have proffered, Brigham Young was
ten years a traveling preacher and agent,
and the doctrine of polygamy was no
part of his suggestion. He accepted it
as he did every other declaration of Jo
seph Smith ; and the wife of his youth
was dead before he ever saw the prophet.
To this day, in all matters of mental
erudition, logical analysis, and capacity
to discover the illiteracy and mere cun
ning of Smith's writings, Brigham
Young is grossly ignorant. As a theo
logian, he is only au exhorter and mor
alist. His life for all great ends began,
not with education, but with a full
superstitious conviction and entire alle
giance to the Mormon Church. The
mysteries of his faith he has never ven
tured to question, nor has he ever, with
a learned man's . skepticism, re-exam
ined his creed. Such characters are
common enough in other churches;
why not possible with this man whose
life in all but polygamy has been abste
mious, ardent and powerful, and who,
considering his want of education, is,
perhaps, the greate3t living instance of
human development without advan
tages ?
•
Wells, the Mayor of Salt Lake, is a
man of willing administration, entirely
faithful to Young, in nothing else great,
and he has a disagreeable cock-eye; but
he is a diligent Mayor and Salt Lake
City is in much his creation.
George Q. Cannon is one of the must
intelligent Mormons, an Englishman
and a good writer ; outside of his family
he is a pure man.
These three are selected for indictment
upon the complaint of nobody, but a!
grandur
jy picked especially with this
object.
Bearing in mind these natures, strong
men but zealous of forty years' standing
(for Brigham was converted in +.1832),
you may imagine the situation when
the indictment was served upon them.
There were gathered together in the
Lion House, Brigham's chief counselors
—old John Taylor, who stood by Joe
Smith when he was shot in Carthage
jail and was himself wounded, and
would rather take his chances in open
air than go to a Gentile jail again ; a
tall, good-looking, severe man with gray
hair.
There was George A. Smith, cousin
to Joseph, and next to Young the high
est man in the church, also a witness of
the sack of Nauvoo, a polygamist, hut
with few wius—a fat, aged,good-huwor
ed and rah& weak Saint.
There was Orson Pratt, the chief
theologian and expounder,
whose
brother, Parley Pratt, was shot dead by
the Gentiles—a venerable looking, Mo
saic sort of man, with flaming beard,
and large, introspective ey« s, a Greek
student, and a sort of Mormon Matthew
Henry. The natty and flowery Dr.
Newman, of Washington, who came
out here with six Hebrew roots care
fully committed to memory, expecting
to demolish Orson with them, found
the old fellow to be capable of talk
ing Hebrew with Moses or Daniel.
There was Joseph Young, President
of the Seventies, a lean face and low
forehead, with a mouth like Abraham
Lincoln's—elder brother of Brigham
Young.
These and others, baked dry in the
furnace of old Mormon dangers which
they now account their glory, gave
counsel to Brigham Young as to his duty.
Almost unanimously they urged that he
must never give himself up; the people
would rise if he were to be convicted,
whether he forbade them or no. Their
counsel was to cut the irrigating ditches,
burn every Mormon settlement in the
I
Territory, leave the valley of Salt Lake
in desolation, and march across Arizona
with their herds and portables to Mexi
can soil ; these were their own, and they
had a right to annihilate the property
they had created.
Brigham Young, himself in the con
dition of an old lion, but uncertain that
his prowess was not now a part of his
nature and religion, urged that he was
promised sate conduct and fair treat
ment.
To this old John Taylor retorted :
"So was Joseph ! I saw the safe treat
ment they gave him in jail !"
There was a general exclamation of a
deep feeling and a cry of perfidy at this
—and I am writing no fancy sketch, but
the statement of two attorneys who
were present. Brigham himself was
deepjy moved. Perhaps the recollection
of his more youthful Captaincy of the
Mormon exodus across the alkali plains
inspired him with enthusiasm. To the
urgent statement of the Gentiles that he
could not hold out a week against the
United States the old man retorted with
a strange, almost childish confidence,
that if he were disposed to resist, the
ally of Moses. of Gideon, and of David
would appear upon his side.
Then, after a minute, Brigham closed
his greatsquare mouth and jaw, and said
calmly :
" God is in courts as well as in battles
and marches. There will be no resist
ance. I shall obey the summons."
In due time he dismounted from his
buggy before the little old squalid stone
stable where the United States Court
meets, climbed the creaky outside stairs,
and at his collossal, venerable appear
ance the whole court unconsciously
arose, bar and audience. He was the
overshadowing presence there,and when
he answered not guilty," Judge Mc-
Kean's elocution flew out of his head,
and he forgot, temporarily, to be dramat
ic.
A Sad Scene
A young Jewess of Baltimore, named
Miss Bettie Jacobs, eloped recently with
a Gentile named Allman. The fugi
tives were married at Washington, and
proceeded to Alexandria for a quiet
honeymoon. The father traced them
up to the hotel and was conducted up to
their room. As the door was opened
the bride exclaimed: " Father, we are
legally married,", and then burst into
tears. The father upbraided her for her
act, and forbade her to call him father
again, as she had disgraced both him and
her mother. A dialogue was carried on
between the two amid cries and sobs,
which was only interrupted when the
laddlord declared that It was attracting
too much attention,and must cease. The
father started to go and as he did so
cast a fond look at his daughter, and' to
her frantic " Good bye, father," said :
" I will go borne, put crape on
my bat, and mark you on the record,
`Died September 19th, 1871.' " And
thus they separated.
A Talk With Comanche Bill
The Han Who Has Willed One Hundred
and Eighty-Three Indians.
The Davenport (Iowa) Gazette has
this account of p a singular character :
There has been stopping in this city
for a couple of days past, one of those
characters who have made for them
selves a celebrity for their bravery and
daring on the plains of the far West,
among the Indians and buffalo; in re
counting whose deeds, hair-breadth es
capes and peculiar life, the pages of ro
mance are filled. The person to whom
we refer is no less a character than “Co
tnanche Bill," who is reputed to be the
slayer of no less than 183 Indians.
He has been nine years on the plains,
part of which time be has been
in the Government service as scout.
He has hunted and killed Indians for
the pleasure anti sweets of revenge, and
hunted and trapped of necessity. He
is now on his return to his old life in
the West, having been on a visit to his
early home in Minnesota. He is about
twenty-eight years of age, of slender
build, sandy complexioned, with a pro
fusion of hair that he wears long on the
neck. His dress is a pair of buckskin
Pahtaloons, ornamented from the outer
seams with a row of steel buttons, et
coarse shirt, an old coat, and broad
brimmed hats His eye is piercing keen
and he has a grip like a dozen black
smiths. In response to our •question,
he said :
- My name is George W. Porter. I
have been on the plains since 'B2. I was
in the Minnesota massacre, near New
Elm, the Bth of August of that year.
All my folks were killed except me and
my little sister, three years old, whom
they took prisoner."
" Where was you?"
" I was away at, the military station
on business; went the day before. The
first I knew of the massacre, I was com
ing along the mad on my way home,
when I saw a little ways ahead of me a
wagon filled with women and children,
that the settlers had sent to the station
for protection. Just then I saw the In
dians pounce upon them, and I dodged
into the woods. I could hear the hatch
ets crush ing in their heads. They killed
'em all, every one."
" What did you do? "
"They scalped 'em, and when the
coast was clear I got out, and pretty
soon along came a company of cavalry,
and we buried them."
" Why didn't you follow after the In
dians ?"
" I had no horse, and the captain
didn't want his men to go. You see that
was in 'B2, when everything was topsy
turvy."
" Did you visit the scene of the mas
sacre at New Elm ?"
" Yes. I went there the next day and
saw my father and mother all scalped
and cut up, and my sister was gone. I
swore by the Eternal God I would never
rest until I had revenge—a bloody re
venge."
Did you get any trace of your sis
ter?"
`• Why, yes; they was the Yankton
Swanee and Sioux Indians, and I know
ed them pretty well. I learned that they
had tier. I know'd what they'd do with
her."
" You have notbeeu successful in your
efforts to secure her?"
" No, you see, single-handed and
alone, a man don't stand much chance.
That's what I had been doing all the
time. Once, in Arizona, I was right in
sight of her. The way I knowed it was
her was, I had been on the trail of the
band of Sioux that had her along time,
and she was the only white person they
had. This was in '62, and then she
looked just like mother. .1 waited and
watched and watched, and picked an
Indian oft' every little while when he'd
get a mile or two from camp; but It
was no use. They kept too good watch
over her ?"
•
"Were you ever captured ?"
"Yes. The Black feet captured me
and Jim Branden in '64, when we were
out hunting. They came onus with a
rush, but they didn't get us though un
til I had killed one young buck."
" What did they do with you
" They marched about twenty-five
miles to their camp, and they stripped
us of everything we had, and tied us
up to a stake, and let the women pound
us with clubs. They did this every day
for eight dayS. We were tied with
buckskin thongs, and one night it rain
ed, and we slipped out of 'em when
they got wet. Jim got away all right,
but just as I was gittin' my things an
old squaw woke up and gave the alarm.
There was but four Indians in
camp. The rest had gone on a
hunt. I run, with only a knife.
They came up to me, and I had
a desperate fight. One shot had hit me
in the left arm" (exhibiting scar.) I cut
and slashed the buck that got hold of
me, and finally gave him one under the
ribS, so he can't tie any more thongs.
And he cut me, too, here, and here,
and here," (showing scars in his arm,
neck and breast.) "The other buck
never came near, for I'd got this buck's
gun afore he'd reached us."
The rest of " Comanche Bill's" story,
how he followed his sister among the
Comauches, and had a fight with the
white chief of that nation, and other
equally, interesting accounts we shall
have to omit. But if our readers wish
to see a genuine frontiersman, they
should call upon the "Indian fighter'
himself."
Never be ashamed of ever having
loved any one. If perchance you have
hated, then blush for it, but not for
love. It does not matter at: all
whether the person on whom your
affections fixed themselves recipro
rocated the sentiment. Where there is
no shame in loving, in itself, the fact of
having given love without reward can
bring none with it. You have only
bestowed a gift more priceless than
jewels can be upon one who did not
thank you Since there is sorrow to
one's self in it, it is best to struggle
with the heart, and keep it until it is
asked for; but if it goes irrevocably
forth, despite all effort, no need to feel
like a guilty thing, and long to hide it
from your very self. Providence gave
you that great love, and I believe that
somehow it will mingle with the life of
the one ithovers over, and shed a per
fume and lend a sweetness to it, though
it has never been spoken.
Many a woman's life has shriveled
away under the weight of "disappointed
love," merely because her shame in it
was so great The false sentiment that
teaches her toscorn a natural feeling has
worn her beauty away, robbed her of all
hope in the future. I think it would be
better if even a woman dared to say, "I
loved him, but he did not love me,"
with the same sweet sadness with
which, when years glided by, she can
utter the words, "I loved him, and he
died."
In a short time the frosts, aided by
rains and winds, will have scattered a
bountiful supply of leaves over the wood
lands. These leaves can be made to do ex
ceilent service on the farm. They should
be carefully raked together in heaps,and
drawn to the homestead, where a shed
or some place can be found In which
they may be stored away. They may be
hauled in a hay-rack by weaving in
some corn-stalks between the stakes,
close enough to prevent them falling
through. A large barn-basket is a con
venient thing to load them with, and it
will be surprising how many loads may
be gathered from an acre of woodland.
They make a very excellent bed for
hogs, being to some extent the bed
provided for them by nature. For,
sows with young pigs, they are
the best bed that can be procured,
as there is no danger, when they ate
used, of the young pigs getting en
tangled in the bedding and crushed.—
As a source of manure they are valua
ble ; they rot easily, and have good fer
tilizing qualities. Elm and oak leaves
contain a large proportion ofpotash,and
leaf mould, or: the decomposed leaves,
make a valuable addition to the soil of
flower-gardens, or for potting plants.
Where manure Is scarce—and where is
it not?—leaves should be the first re
source whereby an increase may be
made. American Agriculturalist.
NUMBER 45
Marrying a Woman That He Never Saw.
. Mr. Wm. Bruce, &gentleman living
in comfortable circumstances upon the
bank of &alnico river, In Swim loo ,
Brown county, Wis., is highly respect
ed by the community in which be lives,
as has been evinced by his being elected
from time tb time, to fill most of the va
rious township offices. He has also en
joyed moat of the blessings of life, being
in good health and pecuniary circum
stances, having a valuable farm and. a
pleasant home. But one thing was lack
ing to make home all gladness—a help
meet to share with him the joys of the
household.
Last Winter his niece from Pennsyl
vania visited him, and, discovering his
want, gave him the address of a lady
friend of her's living near Linn,SusqUe
banns county, Pa., and recommended
her as in every way suitable to adorn his
home. Her name is Mary Knapp, who
was consort of the late Justus Knapp, of
Linn, Pa. She is an intelligent, culti
vated, and highly respected lady, and
beloved by all who knew her. A cor
respondence immediately sprang up be
tween them, and love grew and thrived
even through a medium as a matter-of
fact as Uncle Sam's mails, and finally
resulted in an engagement.
About this time her affianced had an
attack of neuralgia, which settled in
his eyes, and so affected them that
within four months and after they had
become engaged he was almost totally
blind. Though lie had become very
much attached to her through the cor
respondence, yet a sense of duty led him
to inform her of his misfortune, and to
extend an otter to release her from her
engagement. Thereupon she wrote
him a very kind and sympathetic letter,
in which she stated that if he were
doomed to suffer for life the awful af
fliction of blindness, he was much more
than ever in need of a wife to care for
him through life and lighten the bur"-
deu of his dark and dismal pilgrimage
upon earth ; and therefore that she had
no desire to be released front the solemn
compact of marriaire which she had
taken.
However, a few weeks ago the expec
tant bride arrived, and the meeting with
the betrothed was warm and affection
atekbut, of course, somewhat disadvan
tageous.- Soon afterward lie paid a visit
to the eye infirmary at Chicago, to learn
if any relief from his blindness could he
afforded; but, alas! no encouragement
was given. Professor Holmes pronounc
ed it dropsy of the eye, a disease so far
advanced as to admit of no hopes of re
covery. Returning home with a sad
and heavy heart, this fate was disclosed
to his bride and relatives. Though
touched to the heart with sorrow, yet
even this did not dissuade her from her
noble purpose to assume for life the bur
den to care for one who had suddenly
become as a child, but who had spent
many years in active toll.
The weddingday was appointed and
the nuptials were celebrated August 8,
1871, by which time he had become, it
may be said, totally blind, not having
sight enough to enable him to distin
guish one from another of his own
family, The pair are uow, however,
living in connubial bliss. And why
shouldn't they She renders unto him
with a kindly hand and heart every act
of kindness In her power, attending to
every want and need with a watchful
eye, and he fully appreciates it all with
feelings of gratefulness.
Do Greenbacks Cost Nothing?
There are a great many people who
cherish the idea that the greenback sys
tem costs nothing, and the Republican
papers, as a rule, strive to keep alive this
impression. Nothing could be more
fallacious, however, as is shown by at
least one Republican paper, the leading
organ of the Western Radicals. This
paper, the Chicago Tribune, in a recent
issue says:
A correspondent asks us to state what
reason the Secretary of the Treasury
gives for keeping on hand coptinually
from seventy to one hundred millions of
gold.
The only reason we have ever heard
for holding so heavy a reserve of coin is
to prevent the gold gamblers from cor
nering the gold market and depressing
the value of greenbacks to any point
they saw fit, and repeating the operation
as often as they pleased. Mr. Boutwell
assumes that If the stock of gold In the
Treasury was lees at any time than the
amount the speculators could command.
there would be frequent recurrences of
the Black Friday. He thinks that if he
let the reserve of coin get below fifty or
sixty millions he would be In danger
from the speculators, and that In order
to be safe he must keep on hand eighty
to a hundred malls:ins.
Were it not for this alleged necessity
the reserve of coin In the Treasury need
not exceed one or two millions after
each interest payment on the bonds. It
would be asate calculation that seventy
five millions of gold could be spared for
investment in 0.20 bonds if the green
backs were not in the way. The inter
est that would be saved on the bonds
that might thus be purchased would be
$4,500,000 per annum.
This sum represents what the Gov
ernment is paying to keep Its green
backs in circulation. It is a common
remark that the greenbacks cost the
Government nothing; that they are In
the nature of a free load by the people
to the Government, which is far from
the truth, as they cost between four and
five' millions per annum in the way
stated. And with this immense hoard
of gold abstracted from commerce and
locked up in the Treasury vaults to hold
the gold gamblers in check, and pre
vent them from preying on the value
of the greenbacks, those notes thus
protected are only worth eighty-eight
cents on the dollar. That is all
any one will give for them. National
Banks are obliged by law to keep on
hand as reserve funds for the protection
of their depositors and redemption of
their notes, more than one hundred and
fifty millions of gold and legal tenders ;
of the latter, they have one hun
dred and thirty odd millions locked
up and out of circulation. Hence,
the amount of greenbacks in ac
tual circulatidn is not to exceed two
hundred and twenty-six millions. For
the protection of this quantity of treas
ury notes the Secretary of the Treasury
retains idle an average of more than
eighty millions of gold. For the sake
of keeping afloat this amount of Irre
deemable notes the Government is pay-
ing six per cent. interest on not less
than seventy-five millions of 5-'2O bonds
which otherwise could be purchased
and cancelled. And yet some people
are so simple-minded as to suppose that,
the greenbacks, outstanding cost the
Government nothing.
Tipsy Telegraph Poles
A merchant going home elevated,
staggered against a telegraph pole.
" Beg your pardon," said he. ' I hope
no offence. It's rather dark, and the
street is so narrow, you see."
In a few moments he came in contact
with another pole. " Couldn't help it,
sir, said he, lifting his hat ; " I never
saw such croaked lanes as we have In
this city."
Again he ran against a pole, this time
with a force that sent him backward to
the ground. "Look here, neighbor, you
needn't push a fellow down because he
happens to touch you ; the road is as
much mine as yours, and I have as much
right to be here as you have, you old
stick-ln-the-mud!
He picked himself gip, and made an
other effort to reach home, but he soon
came plump against another pole.
" I shan't make any more apologies,"
said he; "if you get into the middle of
the street and ,staud in my way, that's
your took-out, not mine."
Proceeding on his Journey again, and
becoming dizzy, he seemed to be entan-
gled in an inextricable labyrinth of tel
egraph poles, which led him to make a
general speech. " Gentlemen you are
not doing the fair thing. You do not
give a man a chance. You run from one
side of the street to the other, right in
my way."
Just then he met a friend, and taking
him by the hand, he said : " There is a
procession going along the street, and
every man is drunk ; they have been
running against me all the way. I
knocked one of the fellows down, and
one of the fellows knocked me down,
and then a lot of them got around me,
and I believe they would have whipped
me within an inch of my life if you had
not come to my rescue. Let us get out
of the street beforethe procession comes
back, for they are all drunk.
The hor'ile fair to be held on the
grounds of the Harrisburg Driving As
sociation has also been postponed until
the Spring of 1872. The managers, fear
ful of bad weather, have acted wisely in
the postponement.
Sandal Reading
~ A-word ',poke°, how, geed, in."—Sot
-Every dollar dishonestly got, is a per
manent investment In Hell stock. The
Devil pays his dividends punctually.
An American lady Is selling Testa
ments in the 'streets of Rome without
interruption. Slie was sent out by the
Bible Society. • ' •
AsWe hold a candle to the flameout('
it is fully lighted, so we must hold.our
selves to Christ and his word by medi
tation.
It is vain to hope to please all alike.
Let amen stand with his face in what
direction' he. will, he must necessarily
turn hts, back on one-half ef the world.
In all differences consider that both
you find your opponent are dropping
off:,,ttud that ere long your very memo
ries wilt be extinguished.
A man should never be ashamed to
own he has been in the wrong, which
is but saying, in other words, that he is
Wiser cy day than lie was yesterday.
Never hold any one by the button or
the baud, In order to be heard out; for
If people are willing to hear you, yo
bad better hold your tongue than then.
Bestow all the time you can spare
from the necessary business of this life.
In preparing yourself, and those about
you, for their entrance into a better
life.
Some men are kinder to the occu
pants of their kennels than to their
families. They will treat wife and
children like dogs, hut not dogs them
selves so.
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Impertubahle good temper is an etre.-
tual means of defense against 111-natun d
sarcasm. The laugh Is never long
against the man who meets ridicule se
renely.
There is not so agonizing a feeling in
the whole catalogue of human aufferh...•
as the first conviction that the heart
the being whom we most tenderly lo'
Is estranged from us.
A Western paper accuses a contenf.
porary of "dirty meanness," and re
marks, " We want him to understai..l
that two can play at the game." A
rather frank avowal.
Who seduously attends, pointedly
asks, calmly speaks, cooly answers, owl
ceases when he has no more to say, is
in possession of some of the best re
quisites of man.
Hail! ye small, sweet courtesies C.:
life, for smooth do ye make the road of
it like grace and beauty which beget
inclinations to love at the llrst sight:
'tie ye who open the door and let the
stranger In.
Beware of evil thoughts. They have
done great mischief in the world. Bad
thoughts come first, bad words follow,
and bad deeds finish the progress.-
Watch against them. Strive agaiari
them.
Mrs. Colt, widow of the wealthy
Hartford pistol manufacturer, Is not sat
isfied with huildinu a $200,000 church,
but she must now build asoo,ooo school
house for the children of her employers
H good for such people to be rice
Give not thy tongue too great ,
lest it make Thee prisoner. A word oh •
spoken Is like the sword In the scab
bard—thine; if vented, thy sword is in
another's hand. If thou desireth to he
held wise, he so wise as to hold thy
tongue.
Politeness iw a spontaneous movement
of a good-hearted and an Observing
mind. Benevolence will teach us tem
perance toward the feeling of others.
and habits of observation will enable us
to promptly and easily tell what those
feelings are.
Many people offer their prayers just
as poor shipwrecked voyagers send off
their messages. They never look for an
answer. They are in greatdoubt whether
they willever bereceived. And it would
seem a wonderful thing, Indeed, If such
prayers were answered.
Let us be hearty In our pleasures as
in our work, and not think the Gracious
Being who has made us so open-hearted
to delight, looks with dissatisfaction at
our enjoyments, as a hard taskmaster
might, who in the glee of his slaves
could see only a hinderance of their
profitable wonting.
There is a perennial nobleness, and
even sacredness in work. Were he
never so benighted, forgetful otitis high
calling, there Is always hope in a mull
that actually and earnestly works ; in
idleness alone there is a perpetual des
pair. Blessed Is he who has found his
work. Labor is life.
home Manufacture
•
Two old Berke county plowmen wc-e
telling tough stories of their exploits in
breaking up new ground. The linen
was taken off the bush in this yarn.
"'Twos up in Maiden Creek, twenty
seven years ago this Spring. 1 was
plowing in stump ground, with a team
of nine pairs of cattle, for Sol. Cunning
ham. We were going along, making
not very smooth work among lime rocks
and stumps. Well, one day the pinto'
the plow struck fair against a sound
stump four feet through, split it square
across the heart, and I was follorln' the
plow through, when the thought flash
ed through my mind that the pesky
stump might snap together and pinch
my toes, so I jest gripped the plow han
dles firm and swung my feet up out of
the way, and the stump sprung back
and caught the slack of my pantaloons.
That brought everything up'standin'.
Welt, I tightened my hold, and Jim
Swithin—he and Sol. was drivin'—they
spoke to the cattle, and we snaked that
stump right out by the roots, and it had
long ones."
It must have been qtrainin' on your
suspenders," said the other.
" My wife knit them."
Content is the gift of Heaven and not
the certain effect or anything upon the
earth, and It is as easy for Providence
to convey it without wealth as with it;
It being the undeniable prerogative of
the first cause, that whatsoever it does
by the mediatiothof second causes, it
can do immediately by itself without
them. The heavens can and do every
day derive water and refreshment from
the earth without either pipes or condu
its : though the weakness of human in
dustry is forced to fly to these little as
sistaufts to compass the same effects.—
Happiness and comfort stream Immedi
ately from God Himself, as light issues
from the sun, and sometimes looks and
darts itself Into the meanest corners,
while it forbears to visit the largest and
noblest rooms. Every man is happy or
miserable, as the temper of his mind
places him either directly under or be
side the influences of the Divine nature,
which enlighten and enliven the dis
posed mind with secret ineffable joys,
and BO as the vicious or unprepared mind
Is wholly unacquainted with.
Fooling the Indians
David Douglas an early hero of the
Pacific, spent ten years In botanical ex
plorations along that coast and was
known to the trappers and Indians as
the "Grass Man." Some of the expe
dients of this canny Scot to Impress the
Indians were very amusing. One occa
sion, In the presence of a boasting In
dian marksman he killed a bird on the
wing. This had a great effect, and
afterward when approaching a vil
lage of the aborigines he took care to
display his skill. At another time, be
ing surrounded by a crowd of Indians,
of whose Intentions he was doubtful, he
took some Seidlitz powders from his
pocket and drank them while efferves
cing. A man who could swallow boil
ing water, the Indians thought must be
a "Great Medicine Man.' Lighting
his pipe by means of a lens, and putting
spectacles on his nose he found, also,
proved very effecious In Inspiring re
spect.
A GENTLEMAN in lowa who recently
became the father of a fine boy, and who
naturally deemed it the handsomest
child ever born thought he saw a chance
to gain a reputation for liberality with
out the expenditure of any money. So
he offered a premium of $lOO for the pret
tiest baby that should be exhibited at au
approaching fair, not doubting that the
judges must award the prize to his own.
There were nine entries, comprising
seven white and two negroes, and—one
of the negro babies gained the premium.
Change of the Slate
At the re-organization of the Republican
party In Georgia, there will be a new deal
among Federal office.holders. Colonel
Robb, Collector of the Port of Savannah,
will be removed on acoount of grave charg
es of mismanagement in his office. Colo
nel James Atkinson will be the new Col
lector.
Modest Statesman
The N. Y. Sun says: It is averred that
Tom Scott, the railroad autocrat, has not
sought and will not seek to be nominated
for the Presidency; but if the compliment
is tendered to him, he will not decline. In
this respect Scott stands on precisely the
same ground as Dr. nor,ce Greeley, our
Later Franklin.
Fire at Demeans:ion
The iron ware room of the Duncannon
Iron Works, at Duncannon, waa destroy
ed by fire on Tuesday night. The building
and contents were insured In the Germania
Insurance Company for $B,OOO. The pat
terns were destroyed. The loss Is estima
ted at $12,000.
A Case for Berg
A bird and beast fancier in Philadelphia
went on a spree last week, and before he
got straight again about four hundred and
fifty pigeons, Maltese cats, Gained pigs,
canary birds and rat-terriers had starved
to death.