HAWLEY & CRUSER, Editors and Proprietors. VOLUME 32. Miscellaneous IlontrasC pentotral I F. Ent W Ia,SMFDAS MOUNIYO. If Connty, Pa ‘C,,I Ski, of Public Avenue , • b.. LorAiantiGeneralNE,P.Poetry.Sto ‘,„. • N;,..•llancour licading.Corregpond ,, 7..1ah1c savertleenkcnts. itivertiOng Rates , .•.ao i ncb space.)3 %vette. or lens $1 , • ribs-$2.50; 6 months, $4 50 ; 1 r discount on advertisements of a • L. ,, ca if, 10 at , . a line-for first . , • ;!ne each subsequent insertion.— , . ; et:din:tries. 16 ets. a Tine. FINE JOB P A SPECIALTY ! - trk Work. - Try Ua 0 , LEI, - WI S. C. CRUSEII Business Cards MACKEY. ...I N. a'. Mackey. have thie der en co /•artnervhip. for the practice 4... MI,•• ,rtvry. and are prepared to attend a !. - ci be 1111 e of their profeeston at otal 11 , .. 11. 1,15.—n-21. I! b. /1.1".../.017..V.H. D.. .• ";, oas locatall himself at he sl .1i attend promptly to all pro -. l on( ru,leil to hi. care. .rend floor, trout. hoards at 12=I ' • • Prompt', Au tendert to. .svt, to Ori,bano' COVIrI Practice. •••,-, n. IN .1. 't orren. on Public Avenue, oppo ,„. :fir '1 arbelt Hoare, 1815. nett doornorth of Dr ot root. o bore be would be e to want of Dental tl orb. Ile 1...L1 he ran ie coo all, bo:b qnality ,• r , fir b ourn from 9 tk. X. to 4r. a. tf LI EY II vt - SE. near the Erie Railway Di.- t./1 ,•0111111.ai IOW! 110tInp, hat n dtrgolle r Na an I y fUrllll3Cli 1 . 001111 , awl sicep• netc eumpris -11.1..NRY ACRERT, t Proprietor. J' PEOPLE'S MARKET. 11!,1.1:%. Proprietor. Hams. Pork, Bolo;,-ein Soo ; conetantly OD Land, at MEMIEEMI ;;11.1.1..1 'FRO U.D. L. ACEIST. Ale t •• de, to prumptly.on fair term, Ofiic. , • • is: bark or Wm. 11. Cooper •U- .'l ontrose, PS. [Aug.1,1869. iill.l..lSlot STROUD. 'HARLEY MORRIS 1, I HALBER, bar moved his shop to the •;,:nplt:ti by E. Melia:lime & Co., where be 4 • d...,lklndv of work In hat line,noch ne trut, etc. All work done on dhort pr tow, Pleuee null and eine IMEIEI2 No. 770 Broadway, NCR York City Feb. :1. 1874.-'3l LITTLES A. BLAKESLEE "...NEI, AT LAW:have removed to their Nor ; Tarbel I B oone. R. B. LITTLE, liEO, P. LITTLE, Oct. 15, 1b7:".. E. L. BLAES.BLEE. W. E. DEANS, E , . Is. ok, Wall Purer, News pa Stereorropie Views. Vsek.ee . .Nell dour to the Poet Office, Elotar.,sc, Al . E. DEANS_ E.:;CIIANGE HOTEL I . ii NiIINWTON wt-ben to Inform the public that . • , lUt Exchtinr,e. Hotel In Idontroee. be y. o accommodate the tracelingpnbUr EMCEE If BURRITI ata; ,r and Fancy Drx Goods, Crockery, Hard- Drug.a. 0110. and Paints, Door 4 ,,• , • • Huts and Capa, Fare, Buffalo Robes, Gro- F. D. D.. 4NII SURGEON. tenders n 1 peorevylon - • , of lirtatt Bend, 1. L. Y.-rai 21, ISZ ,7/3. 1)1i D. A LA77IROP, ELcrriido TIIEUILLL BASEL.•. a tire Foot of ,trcec. tall and canon! to s_l Chronic 111111 DR. W. DA YTO.N, :••: .."1.111;EON Under his sem - lees to rd 4:reAt Bend and vicinity. °Menai nie '6t 1,• •unit. Barnum flonee, G't Bend village. LEWIS KNOLL, ' , iIAVING AND HAIR DICESSENG. uow I•or-toBce haildtoe, where he will ,10.1 I 0 attend all who may want anything Montrose Pa. Oct. l 8 184'3. r IILES N. STODDARD, . • Lot' r And Shutt. Hats and Cape, Leatberand Itt door below lloyd'e Store. .f to order. and repairing done neatly. .1.01. I IS7U. I'll W. L. RICHAP...DSON, I.t N L'lti4 EON, tendert. Itte , profebeionti :Le iuzuus of Montrose and vicinity.— r,lder^e, on the corner etisttat Sayre Futn:ds . 18439. I '9I7LL & DEIV.TTT. • eV ' ) •,...1 I.lm and Solicaons In BantrupY7..olllce • • Ncr,.t.o,r City Is:atonal Bank. Blne WY. li.ScoTti.k. J extoz - z Dzwirr L'Ar.LE ORCG STORE. place to get Drugs and Mode Loco Pocket-Books, Spectalco N , .,10r,. Brick Block Nt. - .T Sr.tr, LB EMBEIZE ‘., A:0111,03. dealer iu Druge Medicines Pa.!, (Al., Dye-.stuffs. Teas. Spices 7 Gvoil•. Jr, PerIV.IIICry, l o Ma. VI, In'.s. L. F. SEN AN coif N.IffEJOII-AT-LAW. "Met. o - rxt of the tut 'louse. inuuar) 21. IFra. tyl .1. 0. WARREN, L . . Boalaty, i 111. 0 ,1 Pay. Penakm • , --oa ciaima attended to. (Mee - 11 r. boyire St9re, irrontroft .rtk. (Au. 1.'69. W. A. CROS6IIO3", Late, ;Alice at the Court Bolter, to flit 012.h.e. W. aI...CHOSYYON. XoLtr,... heat . J. C. SI7IEA TON, . 4 EN4INIA:II 4.7:1:. LIND fiI.MYET - OE, P. u. addnme, Fronklip Foikr, otquetlastua Co., Pa. C 1 MA 151JFACTURERS.-1 4 . 0 g Maliti•At. Pa. 3 atm. 1. 1809. M. C. Btn 2C, I `L+iu\EE3i, atid INMIUILoiIiCE dorm. Aa:,07.1 rrieadlariiir. Pa. D. W. BEARIdr ^rIuK'•SY A' VV, office over the Store 01 M Brick Mock,Moo r troao , Pa• -140/ J. B. ti; A. iL 4ilcOULLUalf,.. ?? , .x.trz AT LAw Ottee over the Vent, Moetrete Montrone, May 20, 15T1. , tf A.M. E'L AddrOa.trootlym, - Jcic .1, i . t, A (lr, ) - _ 4 1 lit (4 - 1 ct , •), ti ( I 1 fu, 0 (4(1- ''''''' t . `-- .;,:- ' ?,- ' ' ''' \`. ' ‘\' t v 4V) ) •-:)'' H (------.. 4) "7- County Business Directory. Two lines In this Directory, one year, $1.50; each ad dltional line, 50 cent,. MONTROSE WM. lIACIORWOUT, Sldter, Wholesale and Itislat dealer In all kinds, of elate rooting, elate paint, etc. Roofs repaired with slate paint to order. Also. slate paint for sale by the gallon oCitarrel. Montrose, Pa. BILLY:NOS STROUD, Genera Fire and Life NW ante Agents ; also,sell Mailman and AccidentTickct to New York and Philadelphia. Office one doorcast oftho Rank. BOYD A COMM; Dealers In Stoves, Hardware and Manufacturers of Tin and Sheettron ware.corner of Main and Turnpikestreet A . N. BULLARD. Dealer in Groceries, Provisions Books, Statione and Yankee Notions, at head of Public Avenue.. WM. R. COOPER A CO.. Rankers. sell Foreign POP• sage Tickets and Drafts on England, Ireland and Scot. land.. IVM. L, COX, Harness maker and dealer in all article 'weirdly kept by the trade. opposite the Rank. • JAMES E. CARMALT, Attorney at Law. Office one door below Tarbell Rouse. Public Avenue.• NEW MILFORD. SAVINGS DANE, NEW MILFORD,—Fix per cant. It terest on all Deposits. Doer a general liatik.lng But ness. -all-tI Si. D. CDASE & Co. EI.GARRET C SON. Dealers in Flour. Feed. Mee Lime, Cement. Groceries. and Prov`sitor a I Main Street, oppoelte the Depot. N. F. KIDDER. Carriage Mater and Undertaker on Main Street, two doors below ilawley'e Stortv GREA.T BEND. • • ', R. P. DORAN, MerebantTallor and dealer En Revd) Made Clotblng, Dry Goods, Groceries and ProvlelollS Male Street_• Banking, Ecc BANKING HOUSE OP H. N. COOPER & CO., NetiONTELOSM., PA_ GENERAL BANKING BUSINESS DONE COLLECTIONS MADE ON ALL POINTS AND PROMPTLY ACCOUN TED FOR AS HERETOFORE. DOMESTIC AND FOREIGN EXCHANGE FOR Es AL 1,11 M . UNITED STATES & OTHER BONDS BOUGHT AND SOLD. COUPONS AND CITY AND COUNTY BANK CHECKS CASHED AS USUAL. OCEAN STEAMER PLVNSAGE TICK ETA TO AND FROM EUROPE. INTEREST ALLOWED ON SPECIAL T=11•133 =IMF" C, .9iT9l, AS PER AGREEMENT WHEN THE DEPOSIT IS MADE. In the future, as in the past, we shall cndeav or to transact all money business to the satis faction of our patrons and correspondents WM. 11. COOPER & CO.. 31 ontrose, March 10, '7s.—tf Bankers. Authorized Capital, - $500,000 00 Present Capital, - - 100,000 00 FIRST NATIONAL BANK, MONTROSE, PA. 'WILLIAM J. TURRELL, Pre,ident. D. D. SEARLE, l ice Bres.ident. N. L LENHEI3I, - - Cashier Direrfors. Mkt. J. TURRELL, D. D. SEARLE, A. J. G ERRITSON, M. S. DESSAUER, ABEL TURRELL, G. V. BENTLEY, G. B. ELDRED, Montrose, Pa. E. A. CLARK, Binghamton. N. Y. E. A. PRATT, New Milford, N. M. B. WRIGHT, Susquehanna Depot, Pa. L S. LENHEIM, Gil at Beml, Pa. DRAFTS SOLD ON EUROPE. COLLECTIONS LUiE ON ALL POINTS. SPECIAL DEPOSITS SOLICITED. Montrose; March 3, 1875.=tf SCRIM HMS BAH, 120 Wyoming Avenue, RECEIVES MONEY ON DEPOSIT FROM COMPANIES AND INDIVID UALS, AND RETURNS THE SAME ON DEMAND WITHOUT PREVI OUS NOTICE, ALLOWING INTER EST AT SIX PER CENT. PER AN NUM, PAYABLE HALF YEARLY, ON TIE FIRST DAYS OF JANU ARY AND JULY. A SAFE AND RE LIABLE PLACE OF DEPOSIT FOR LABORING MEN, MINERS, ME CHANICS, AND MACHINISTS, AND FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AS WELL. MONEY DEPOSITED ON OR BEFORE THE TENTH WILL DRAW INTEREST • FROM THE FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH. THIS IS IN. ALL RESPECTS A HOME IN STITUTION, AND ONE WHICH IS NOW RECEIVING THE SAVED EARNINGS OF THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF SCRANTON MIN ERS ANI) MECHANICS. DIRECTORS ; JAMES SLAM, SANFOhD GRANT GEORGE FISH ER, JAS.-S. SLOCUM, J. H. SUTPHIN, C. P. MATTHEW'S, DANIEL HOW ELL, A. E. • HUNT, T. F. HUNT JAMES BLAIR; PRESIDENT ; 0. C. :MORE ; CASHIER., OPEN DAILY FROM NINE A. M. UNTIL FOUR P. M„ AND ON _WED. NESDAY AND SATURDAY EVE. NINGS UNTIL EIGHT O'CLOCE: - Feb. 12. 1874. The Newest Sensation JOHN GROVES' TAILORING ESTABLISHMENT ArICI.VirrXICACCIS=p 3E 2 401.. HUEII OF. CUSTOILEIIS. MI Work WARRANT- AdIL ED TO (avg. SATISFACTION /N EVERY RES PECT. Ezamius our prices and glve us u trial. • •JOlLNGnovies, Montrose, February S. 1673.—tf Binghamton Marble Works AM kinds Of gonameats. 'Headstones, and - 2dortile Mantles, made to crier. Also. Swint) Granites on Hand. I. PICKUHING 0 , 0.„ J. ricnrnina, -12 a ttonrt Street. G. W. X 1.113.81174417. u. P. • hanit y ' Oct. 288 : . MONTROSE, SUSQ'A COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 9, 1875. ffititict 'ortril. FADING The Past is fading, lading, Never to come again ; The cypress tree is shading Half of the sunny plain ; Unchanged, I trot, is each well-known scene, Not a branch shows new In the hedgerows green, Just so the lark front the meadow sprung, When life and I alike were young ; Just so the primrose peep'd to light, When 1 and April hail'd the sight, Yet, Nature's self, periading, . Is the sense of something gone ; The Past is fading, fading, And the wheel of time rolls on. The Past is fading, fading, . And gather'd in its hold, Its mighty pinions lading, Is much we prized of old ; The grass grows rank over many a grave Of the young and joyous and gay and brave ; Many a well•loved voice is husb'd, Many a golden hope Is crushed Many a happy dream is over, With smile of kindred, friend, and lover. The Past is fading, fading, The blood runs cold and slow ; Harsh wisdom is degrading The creeds of long ago. The Past is fading, fading, We cling and pray in vain Where the cypress tree is shading The tombs of all the slain. Slain by the years and put aside, The darlings of love, the idols of pride One by one the frail links part, Eland drops from band, and heart from heart ; dile by one the sweet things given To brighten Earth go back to 'Heaven, Till.love and lite, pervading, Sigh the sense of something gone, And the Past is fading, fading, And the wheel of Time rolls on. elected ffitorg. FAITH MURRAY'S VOW. ---- py WM. 0. STODDARD Not an ungenerous girl was Faith Murray by any means, and her honest blue (-yes were very pleasant and kindly to look into. A part, nevertheless, of Faith's iiiheritatme from her high headed Scotch ancestry, had been a somewhat hasty and jealous disposition.and a good ly share of their own unyielding obstina— cy. As her mother was apt to remark at times : "Faith is a dear girl, but she needs management, and it isn't everybody that knows how." Not - everybody," indeed ; and assur edly not snob a bluff, frauk, straight•for ward, up-and-down fellow as Curtis Howland. Tall, broad-shouldered, curly•head.-d, day', eyed was Curt, and his white teeth were perpetually gleaming through his heavy mouetache,in a emile that betoken ed good will to every soul he met, male or temale. That was much the way in which lie came so utterly to grief in his "manage— ment" of Faith Murray. He was as ;rue as steel, and she knew . it ; but 'his uni— versal popularity had shaped itself,strange ly enough, into one of her pet grievances, and this she had nursed into such strength that its evil ertrgy burst forth, at last, just at the wrong time and place. Openly. angrily, and in the hearing of others even, had Faith told Curt, on their return from theotast pic-nic and boating party of the season, that she "would nev• er put her foot into a boat of his again.' Curt would have replied with a laugh : "Then I'll always have to borrow one for you of somebody else." from that t h ime toid. ia"g4til i rtnAtilth but light built and almost ha idsome skiff, which bad carried so merry a party to the picnic, had never, since that day. beeu loosed from its chain at the head of the little cpve where the Howland farm came down to the river. When the winter approached, the boat had been 'taken out, of course, and care fully carried to its customary shed near the great barns, but Faith felt very sure that no other female foot since her own had been permitted to step within it. As week bad followed week,and month after month went by, Curt Howland's broad and merry face had seemed to grow a trifle grave and thoughtful ; but his thoughts, however serious they may have been, bud taught him little additional wisdom.., If they had, be would have knciwn'bette: than to say what he did to Faith when be made his first out-and— out effort at reconciliation. He hadrefused all along to be on any other than "waking tetras," and had left Faith to do her own quarreling in a way that was exceedingly impolite and exasperating. - She had fairly longed to see hiestow some signs of temper or sentiment, and she had derived no 'small degree of satis faction from the manner 'in which she had treated his boat. She had fairly warmed tweeds him, one day, when she learned of his borrowing a skiff to go duck-hunting, and vet she bad muttered: "He said he would borrow a boat to take me out in, but.lll teach him a les son yet" Perhaps Curt: thought he -had learned all the lesson that was necessary, but, at all events, one floe Deaember day. he de cided to call for Faith Murray and ask her to go with him on the grand sleigh ing party to the 'quilting bee,' across the river. There would be such a magnifi cent drive on the ice, and such a splen. di&oppertunity to make up, and Curt had had the matter 'very close to his heart and hopes. . _And yet, even when he went after her he blundered, just like himself, from the very beginning. Instead of dashing up in his gay little cutter, with, jilt room for two, the sleigh he drove was biggest of all the.half dozen or so that were hitched in-front of Strife Murray's ample doorway, and Faith had said to herself, as she looked at it from the window : . . "Looks as if he was going to carry all the girls in the neighborhood," and her blue eyes hid" darkened, 'and her 'fair cheekS had flushed with fresh ve:xtition.' She ,was, every:. bit, ready to:- take fire, therefore, a few minutes later when her "Stand by the Hight athongh the Heavens inIIPP too open-hearted admirer, asked : "You'll step into my sleigh, won't you, Faith,even though you won't put your loot into my boat And she answered, sharply ; "No, indeed, sir, I don't care to ride in an omnibus. You will doubtless have plenty of company without me." If Curt had seemed to make light of the iebuff at the summer picnic, it was very different now, and there was some— thing in the pained, hurt, disappointed expression of his manly and really hand some face that would have carried the day in his favor under any other circumstan• ces. Every girl in the room was on his side in a moment—but Faith's rosy cheeks burned only the hotter for her conscious ness of the fact—and the only person present who felt any satisfaction, was Silas Herring, the village lawyer, who was now sure of his good fortune to of— ficiate as Faith Murray's escort to and from the quilting. As for Curt himself, not a word said he, but turned steadily and indignantly toward the door, and in another minute, tile quick, sharp, jingle of bells told Faith that his sleigh was, like his boat, doomed to go empty of lady passengers until her own feet came back to it. Up to that moment Curt's mind had been occupied only with joyous anticipa tions of reconciliation with Faith, and of the fun he would have on the sleigh ride, going and coniing,as well as at the quilt ing. Now, however us his fleet team drew him swiftly alor g the river, predis— posed to discover anything that might appear to suggest an interference with the contemplated merry-making. It is very strange how differently the world will look to a man in one frame of mind and another. That morning the sun had been clieery, the sleighing had been evtraordinarily good, and Curt's merry eyes had discovered no flaws in the prospects, but now, as if his wits were snapped by Faith Murray's rough reply, he began to discern that the snow was remarkably soft and soggy ; that although ihdfirst freeze of the winter had been a hard one, and the ice had termed thick and strong, there had now, for several days past, there bud been altogether too much sunshine ; and there Was no such thing as -telling what the effect might Up and down the white expanse he gazed, here and there he aaw light cut— ters and-even heavy-ladened wood-sleighs crossing and recrossing, and the former now and then patting in au extra spurt of speed over the smooth and glaring surface. Neither to the right band or to thejeft did he turn, however, and, by the time Faith Murray and ber friends were on their way to the quilting,Curt Howlard's team was safe in the stable, while his big sleigh stood empty by the back door of the house with all his buffalo-robes, blan kets, clumsiness and disgrace still cling ing to its unocupied space. As for Faith herself, she had hardly ever seemed in such exuberant spirits as sliq displayed that evening, and Mr. Silas Herring assumed for himself a species of personal trrnmpb,as he compared his own position and occupation with what he could Imagine of Curt Howland's brood ing at home over his defeat. The quilting was thronged with young people and old, from far and near, but good old-fashioned hours were kept, nev ertheless. and all the more so, probably, because of the anticipated pleasure of the sleigh-ride afterwards. If Faith Murray had any remorseful promptings concerning her conduct, she certainly gave no external token thereof, and led the fun as though she had never beard of wan a person as Curtis How— land. Perhaps a keen ob:Parror, like her own mother. if only that good old lady er: hin meet ar over lug, but Silas Herring was not a keen observ er, and the rest of the merry company neither thought or cared what might be the source of her high spirits. When at last the quilting bee broke up, those whose homeward way did not permit them to drive in the direction of the riv er,were half disposed to envy those whose better fortune was to lead them across its broad, smooth surface. They little dream ed how much to be preierred were the rough but more solid roads thrtook them evep among rugged hills and heav ily drifted valley. Some how or other, instead of going to bed at his usual hour, Curt Howland had lingeted and lounged in front of his glowing log.heap fire-place, long a.ter every other soul bad gone to bed. Re had pretended, at first, to occupy himself with a book, but by-and-by the volume dropped to the floor. Then, for awhile. Curt seemed to be absorbed watch ing the vivid changes wrought by the fire as the seasoned oak and hickory slow ly yielded; and that as the forestiek snappiA in two, and plunging among the coal with a strange cracking sound, he suddenly sprang to his feet, throw on his hat and overcoat, and strode out into the open air in front of =the house. It was a clear, beautiful night, just the sort for a sleigh ride, and not so cold but what there was a continual drip, drip, at the eaves of the house. The tinkle of the falling drops, however, with now and then a crash of loosened icicles, 'fell on his ears with a painful jar. Could it be possible that such a man had nerves ? But no swiftly down the road came the sound of- bells, and with vision of a sleigh was hanited for a mo ment by the.gate. - - 'Howland r„ shouted , a, deep, hoarse voice. 'Lib, you are up, are yon ? Well. thf-re'e a big rise in the river; and it is coming this way last. I've been just a mein' down the road M warn folks not to try the ice, but I reckon I've come as far us I need. Can you give me a sleep and a breakfast ?' • 'Of conrEe I can,' promptly replied Curt. and you've done a right good thing. It'S Jack Robinson; isn't it.?' "That'emy name,' heartiiy . responded the stranger, 'and I've only tried to do as I'd be done by. 'Well then, said Cart, 'you can go into the house and go tubed. • hitch up my team and see if I can make out to keep the sleighing party from 'mischief.— There must be time enough for that, yet, seeing . the-quiltitig cornea first ! --' 'HI Stable my- horse,'. ,replied the phi lanthropic Jake, 'hut I don't go into no bed, so long as there's any body likely to be in danger. Drag out your sleigh—is that it ? Well, there's room for more than two, there is.' Curt Howland's movements were al ways more rapid and decisive than they seemed, and it was marvelous how quick ly he and Jake were whirling down to ward the customary crossing. In one thing Curt had been woefully Mistaken, atm that was in the probable hour for the quilting to break up. Even while he was putting the harness on his good team, there were terrible perils gothering around the gay sleigh ride's. Not only had the "bee" ,dispersed, but already had a dozen different set of bells rang fast and fur on the frozen river, and already the first symptoms of the coming "rise" were beginning to show themselves in the ominous groaning of the ice as the tide beneath it strained and lifted at its frosty fetters. Beyond a doubt they would be broken ere long. 'Hark !' exclaimed Cnrt, as he drove out from the shore. 'Did you hear that? We shall hardly have time to get across, I'm afraid.' 'Then they won't need no 'warnin',' Coolly replied Jake' 'Hark, again cried Curt Howland,but hoarsely, this time, and with something like pain in the intensity of his utterance 'l' did hear it ! There's a team coming down the river on a run !' Jake Robinson himself heard it now and exclaimed : 'lt does sound mighty like a runaway, I declare. Just hark at them bells ! Cart's breath wu uld have come even faster, and his heart would have jumped more fiercely, if he had known the whole truth. The horses of the sleighing ,party had recognized the signs of approachtng dan ger much more promptly than had their masters, nor had it been at all difficult, in most cases, for their skillful drivers to head the frightened but willing brutes 'toward safety and the shore. The single exception had been in the young and stylish, but ill-bp-oken span over which Stle Herring held the reins ; for the gay young lawyer was not only not a skillphi driver, but head tailed to understand the situation at first, and had lashed his colts mercilessly for their trem— bling refusal to go forward. Even when be consented to wheel them, he had not been able to guide them landward, far a great heave and a groan of the ice around Lim had nearly warred the senses oat of both him and the horses. In a moment more the fright of the latter was a 'wild runaway,' right down the river, and certainly had one good res ult,for it bore the sleigh and its occupants swiftly away from what was fast becom— ing an angry tumult of cracking, tossing grinding fragments. All this Curt Howland did not know, but uevertheles, he drove straight forward instantly, with a dim idea of giving help to some one. Well for him that he did so, for in less than half a minute he fodnd himself spinning along at almost racing speed, behind a light sleigh, in which there shortly arose a female form, which he knew only too well, while a clear, firm voice exclaimed : "0 Curt, the ice is breaking ! Drive ashore right away !' And he shouted in r , rdv. 'Head 'em for the island, Sile—you can draw them in there.' I'll follow right on. Don't be scared. Faith, I won't leave yen!' An.l then another form had risen in the sleigh. and Faith iturary herself caught the falline reins as Sile Herring dropped them and jumped out upon the ice. It was a rash and foOlish thing to do, and Curt reigned in just long enough to say: and drag 'That's it, Jakt: i g IYMI ai.eiihe run— A WAY• Jake obeyed heroically, and he found that Sile Herring did_ indeed require 'dragging' to get him ashore, after that wild spring and thump upon the hard ice. Faith was alone in her sleigh now, and but little sorry for that, to tell the truth or even that she held the reins in her own hand, for she knew how to manage them far better than the panic stricken youth who had deserted her, while the colts themselves were getting the first frenzy of their fright raced out of them. The brave girl knew very well what Curt meant by the island ; a low lying bit of duck-marsh and drift-wood hardly above the water's edge, not a great way further down stream,,but in the very middle of the river. She thought it a strange stop ping place, at first, until she recalled how bluff and steep the banks were on either side of the river fur miles below the ac custoined crossing . Straight for th island then,and Curt Howland's sleigh was close bhind her, but even as her wild young team sprang up the low acclivity there came to Faith's ears a sharp, quick snapping sound. the reins were Jerked from her hands, and she found herself suddenly sitting still in her light Cutter, while the colts went madly on, with the pole and its attachments lunging at their heels. No uncommon thing for irons to snap under such cir- cumetances, and, if Faith was dismayed for a moment. Curt Howard felt a good deal more inclined to a hearty thanks giving. 'Jump iii, Faith, jump in he shout ed. cherrilv, as he drove along side of the cutter. 'bon't you see -you'll be my only passenger ?' Even in that moment of awful peril, however, Faith's obstinacy yielded„slowly, and she was replying, half argumenta tively : 'But Curt, how will you ever - get ashore?' Don't .You see that the ice is breaking ? Won't it.bo safer on the is. land ?' when she found herself caught up in--strong - arms and lifted with - or with- Uut her will, to a - sting plale among the blankets and butfalo-robes at the bottom of the big sleigh.' 'The river ie rising. There is a great flood coming down. - l' exclaimed Curt.— 'ln half an hour the island will be under water, and everything on it swept away. I'd never have known if JakeHabuiaon hadn't warned me.. I bitched up and Came out as soon as I got the news.— Thank God l' Faith•murray felt a' glow 'and a melt ing at her heart as she listened, but she made no reply; 'rbe' situation certainly seemed hardly to" favor much' conversa tion, for Curt was driving fiercely up the river again, and every-where the signs of the approaching 'break—up' were growing more and more fearful and threaten• ingl 'Why don't you drive down ?' she ask ed. 'The rapids are 'only one half frozen,' replied Curt, 'and we should be lost If we got into them. Besides, the water is shallower up here, and the horses will find their footing sooner after we break 'After we break in I' repeated Faith to herself. 'Why the sleigh will go to the bottom. He is terribly cool about . it It was a cool subject, perhaps, and Faith felt the icy shudder creeping over her in spite of her courage, as she. noted how far they were from any possible land ing place. And now the booming, moaning sound that Faith had heard once before, that evening, began to fill their ears, and the sleigh slid hither and thither on the un dulating surface, and Curt lashed his powerful span to their utmost exertion. Every minute seemed an hour, but now, at last, Curt exclaimed : "Hurrah, Faith We are beyond the deep channel, I think. Back there the current is swift, and the ice will lireak and pile. It's breaking now! See it ! see the great cakes go over and °ter! 'But Curt,' responded the almost shiv— ering beauty, don't you see that the ice is parting from the shore ahead of us, just because it piles up out yonder P I can tell by the moon-light on the water. 0 Curt, dear, it is dreadful to be drowned but it's even worse to think that I've brought you out here, too. Can't you swim ashore ?—O Curt, I've been so very bad to yon !" 'You wait a moment !' shouted the single-minded young athlete, as he gave his team the lash again. 'lt we can only get a little nearer the edge of the ice— aze ! there it comes ! Down in the bot tom of the boat Faith, I must use my oars !—now—quick—hurrah !' Faith Murray had hid her face in the furs that almost covered her as she stoop but she heard a wild, tierce, frighten— ed neigh ; a great splashing plunge, as the horses went into the water, the crack ing .of Ice, mingled with the roaring sound of the flood; and then instead of the arctic bath for which she had prepar ed herself, she was conscious of an easy, rocking, floating motion, sun the music of rowlocks, uud the oars were swung strongly back and forth by the sinewy arms of Curt Howland. Then, at last, her astonishment got the better of her fear. and she looked timidly out from her hiding place, but the color came fast into her cheeks again as she did so. 'The boat, Cult ?' she said. 'Yfs, the old boat herself,' he replied, 'I put it on instead of the sleigh—box, to come utter you with, just tyr the fun of it, and covered it all over with robes suit blankets. I only expected a good laugh, hut now it has saved both our lives. Yon didn't mean co put your foot in my sleigh and boat at the same time did you,Faith ?' 'Oh, Curt, forgive me !' was all the answer that Caine just then, and Faith felt specially relieved at the remark which instantly followed, ''there are the horses—safe on their feet in the shallows making for the shear. We'll be there, too, in five minutes. Just look at the lanterns along the shore,there must be twenty men r Down went Faith Murray's head am ong the furs again, but, in spite of the roaring water and the rattle of the row-. locks, she could plainly hear the exult ant. h.tppy,almost cooing tones of 'a deep, musical voice, that repeated her name over and over, with other words that seemed to be fitted wondperr.d.. —•" • • The boat and the sleigh, both How strangely her rash and cruel words had come to naught, and what a man among them was Curt Howland ! When at last the square prow of the skiff grated on the ice and gravel at the marzln and the strong arms once more caught her tip and bore her onward, Faith Murray's blushing face was ready to nestle close to Curt's shoulder, and she whispered : •No oilier boat but yours. if you'll for give me—no, not so long as I live.' The Detroit Judge meets a Tarter. • 4 Mrs. Daus bustled out, full of busi ness, and as she got arorind in frotit of the desk, sho squealed : "1 demand to see the court." r. "Madam," replied his honor, as he placed his hand upon his heart, "gaze on me and be happy." "What's the charge ?" she inquired irr a shrill voice, as she turned to him. "Disturbing the peace,by lighting with your neighbors." "Never did it—no, sir; all a lie. I de mand my liberty !" 'elle squealed, dan ced up and down until her bonnet-strings waved in the air like kite•tails on a tele graph pole. "Slowly and gently, madam; and don't keep such a high key," said his honor. "Guess I'll talk as I want to;, never was 'bused iu my life—reglar 'spiracy to crush a decent woman !"she shrieked, drawing her belt tighter. "Madam will you lowes4our voice ?" "No, I won't." "Will you shut up ?" • "No—no !" • . 7 ' "Will you allow mite get , in a word'or two ?" "No ;* I demand my liberty this very, minute !" she cried, clawing the air Wild ly I "Well, nowsou get right out,of here f" demanded his_ honor. -.Turn round and leave the room right off. I vum if I'm going to sit here and be*squalled at by old woman like you, no matter' if they dock me on my salary." I throw" the caae out of 'court, and I hope' the wateridpes in your neighborhood won't be', thawed ont hext August." . " • - A little boy -and girl, three or. four years old, were playink on the ice when spa fell down and commenced to cry.— . Bub -ran up. and soothingly lisped: Don't cwy I Thwear I Thwear I They' damn r—Dartmouth. A Covington man died and they,pu him on ice, hut he aWolce in the nigh and yelled ,oat :f ."Why 'don't you pa some more wood in that stove r TARMS :—Two Dollars Per Year in Advance. Dante Wading. THE INFIDEL AND RIB DAUGHTER. [Suggested by reading a newspaper para. graph describing the scene between the brave old Ethan Allen and his daughter, en the eve of her death.] "The dumps of death are coming fast, My father, o'er my brow ; The pait, with all its scenes, have fled, And Y must turn me,,now To that dim future, which in vain My eyes seek to decry, Tell me, my Lather, in this hour, In whose belief to die. "In thine ? I've watched the seernful smile, And heard thy withering tone, Whene'er the Christian's humble hope Was placed upon thine own ; I've heard thee speak of coming death Without a shade of gloom. And laugh at all the childish fears • That cluster 'round the tomb. - "Or is it in my mother's faith Now fondly do I trace Through many weary years long past That cahn and saintly face ; How oßen do I call to mind, (Now she's !mouth tho sod,) The place, the hour, in which she drew My eager thoughts to God. "'Twits then she took this sacred Book And from its burning page. • Read how its truths support the soul In youth and falling age ; And bade me in its precepts live, And by its precepts die, That I might share a home of love, In worlds beyond the sky. "My father, shall 1 look above, Amid the gathering gloom, To Him whose promises of love Extend beyond the tomb Or curse the Being whn bath blessed This chectcenal heart of mine ? Must I embrace my mother's faith, Or die, my sire, by thine ?" The frown upon that warrior brow Passed like a cloud away, And tears coursed down the rugged cheek, That flowed not till that day. "Not in mine," with choking voice, The skeptic rondo reply— " But in thy mother's holy faith, My daughter, may'st thou die." TILE STINGING TREE One of the torments to which the traveler hi subjected in the North Australian shrubs is is stinging tree (tirtica gigas,) which is very abun- - dant, and ranges in size from a large shrub of thirty feet in height to a small - plant measuring only a few inches. Its leaf is large and peculiar from being covered with a short, silvery hair, which when shaken, emits a flue, pungent dust, most irritable to the skin and nostrils. If touch ed it causes'most acute pain, which is felt for months after.vards—a dull, gnawing pain, ac companied by a burning sensation, particularly in the shoulder and under the arm, where small lumps often arise. Ev( n when the sting has quite died away, the unwary bushman is forci bly reminded of his indiscretion each time that the affected part is brought into contact with water. The fruit is of a pink, fleshy color, banging in clusters, and „so inviting that a stranger is irresistibly tempted to pluck it ; but seldom more than once, tor, though the rasp berry like berries are harmless in themselves, some contact with the leaves is almost unavoid able. The blacks are said to eat the fruit, but for this I cannot vouch, though I have tested one or two at odd times, and Mum] then, very pleasant. The worst of this nettle Is the ten dency it exhibits to shoot np wherever a clear ing has heen effected. fri sun was necessary to ,avoid the young plants that cropped up even in a few weeks. I liave never known a case of its being fatal to human beings, but I have seen people iubjecteu by it to great suffering, notably a Scientific gentle. man, who plucked off a branch and carried it some distance as a curiosity, wondering the while what caused the pain and numbness in his arm. gorses I have seen die in agony from the sting, the wounded parts becoming paralyz ed ; but, strange to say, ft does not seem to In jure cattle, who dash through the shrubs full of it without receiving any damage. This curi ous anomaly is well known to all bushman.— Camas Illustrated Travels, THE TRUE LADY A . lady correspondent writes very sensibry about the duty of a woman to be a lady, When she says : "Wildness is a thing which . girls cannot afford. Delicacy is a thing which can not be lost :and found. No art can rat tore to the grape it . bloom. Familiarity without love, without confidence,-without regard, is destruc tive of all that makes woman exalting and en nobling— " The world is wide, these things aressnall, They may be nothing, but they're aIL" Nothing ! It is the first duty of a woman to be a lady. Good breeding is good sense. Bad manners in women is immorality. AwkWitrff , ness may be ineradicable. Bashfulness is can stitutional. Ignorance of etiquette is the result of circumstances. All can be condoned, and do not, banish man or'woman from the ameni ties of their kind. But self.possmslon,unshrink lug and aggressive coarseness of demeanor,may be rezkoned as a penal offence; and certainly merits the mild form of restraint called Impris onment for life. It is a shame for women to bo lectured on their manners. It is a bitter shame that they need it. WOmen are the umpire of society.' It is they - to whom all mooted points should be referred. To be a lady is more thin to be a prince:. A lady is alVviya in_her right inalienably worthy of respect.'. To a • lady, prince and peasent alikp,bow— Do not ho res trained. Do not have the impulses that need restraint, Do not. wish to dancc, withL the prince unsought. ' Feel_ differently.) Be such that you confer honor. Carry yourielt se lofty that men will look, up to you for reward, not at r you in rebuke. "The natural sentiment of man towards woman is :reverence. He loses e largq, means of grace when he is obliged to' account her a being to be trained into propriety. A man's ideal is not wounded when a woman falls in worldly wisdom . ; but if in' grace, in sentiment; in delicacy, in' kindness, she shOuld be found wanting, he receives an inward hurt. 'Our brains are seventy year clocks. The an - - gel of life winds them up once for all, - tben closes the cast:land givo the key into the bands of the Angel of resurrection.—Hanyv: It ie better to need teller than to want tho heart to give It. " " • NUMBER 23. DIXIE MELODIES OLD TIME SOROS OF THE ROUSTABOUTS AND DECK ITARDS. No one who has ever heard the wild yet me lodious songs of a negrasteamboat crew, away down on the Mississippi River, while "wooding up." can forget It. The boat has lauded at some quiet, uninhabitable looking.sort of a place,and lays. lazily alongside the full banks, while the overhanging cypress, with. its long and - gracefisl fmtoons of moss touch the hurricane deck.— The passengers are out on the shora---side guards watching the men file in with their monstrous loads of cord•wood, and out again, empty-handed, singing_ their peculiar songs all the time. The forest is lit up.with the flaming torches, and the quaint refrain of the dusky minstrels as they move In the " uncertain light make up a weird scene. In theie _songs, as in everything else human, there is a leader. He gives out anything that occurs to him: toe sort of strange solo, and the others come in on the chorus. The favorite sort of a song Is In words something like this : The Natchez is a bully boat, She walks high on de water, Hi-oh-oh, The captain he's a clever man, . Hi-oh-oh, ' And de mate is here from Georgia, Hi-oh-oh. These dixie songs all partake of the clawed ter of the work that the singers are engaged at. Sometimes, in the old days, an army of hun dreds of negroes could - have been seen - on a cot ton plantation hoeing in a row across a yoting field of the kingly plant, and then / the lead ers sung of their neighbors, embalming their virtues and commenting on their vices,-or' telling the legends of • their home. For in stance : Old marster's makin' money now, Jang gain a tang go hay. We does it wid de hoe and plow, Jang gam a lang go bay. Dam old Bell, be's gone to hell, Jang gam a long go bay. De nigga he's sold nobody can.tell. Jang gam a lang go hay. Little piece of log and a little piece of fat, Jang gam a lang go bay. , • And the white folks grumble If you eat much of dat, Jang gam a lang go hay. Wid all dis trouble we all like ham, • - Jang gem a lang go hay. An' ruddsh bb a nigga dan a poo' - white ' man, Jaug gam a lang go hay. At the quarters, after work was over, all the negroes would gather in , some favorite spot and with ibanio, bones, triangle Addle and tambou rine, they would make delicious music, while j those possessed of none of the accomplishments of instrumentation would dance to the merry numbers. All of these, of' ev.'ry age and sex. -could dance. Sometimes they carried on a species of song called "talking jawbone." , In this two of the most learned would be pitted against each other, singing alternately aStanza, and the one that could hold out in rhymes the longest was the.victor. All those present would gather around the musical gladiators, and one. would start-in : Ebo, Edmun, Simon, Jo, Ding dat nigga whategiole my oh, Dat pntyest sheep bat was in my flock, And Taggy stole nty.turkey cock, , Old jalcbone do go home. ' Then the other would take up the time and sing : Dar's old marster promised me When he died he'd sot me free,- No* old marster's dead and gone, - Here's dis darkey still Giffin' up,cxwn, Old jawbone do go home. And thus they would go on, for hours at a time, until finally one or the other had to suc cumb for the lack of more stuff to sing about. it bas been a matter of wonder. that this pecul- jar style of song bas never beentaken up and presented by the traveling negro minstrel troupes of the day. ... • .. Th.: ~,t-........-.3--....... i-m—tuc - wriara - rviiiiiii at the corn husking; in their forms of wor ship; in joy and in sorrow, everywhere they sang. -. . ' Who has not seen an aged aunty sitting on the sunshiny side of her 'cabin, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, with her head resting on her hands, and her elbows on - her knees, rock ing back and forth, crooning something like this : Sing, little children, sing, Mighty long time gwtno to the crossroads. What made you come so slow ?. Hope to get die in *de due time, Betore dem gates Is closed, Glory belly In. ,- In the log church the leader in the Held was the leader in the meetlif, and his song was sometimes in this shape: - Why can't you do like Peter did,' A welkin on de sea, He clapped his bands to his slyhe Lord, Oh, good Lord, remember me. 'Member the rich and 'member do pi:or, 'Member de bond and de free ; - And when you are done a 'memberiu' 'round. - - Dear, good Lord, remember me.. - Their religious: soap were all very devout and evinced a perfect faith in tho teachings Of the Bible, the great truths of which they bad . - gathered by scraps from the familiar assocla. ;ions of somo of the himse servant% with white persons who could read, and by them carried in a sort 'or legendary way to the field hinds.— Besides, they had a kind.of religion graven on the tablets of their hearts, nearly like those, on the tableTfrof stone, In the same manner their songs sometimes derived amusing touches of the classic—as,for instande t in ono ballad where they sang of a horse whose foot struck "a rock. and fresh water came to the fernisbed r which is doubtless akin to the old mythological story of Pegasus. - • A. huge book could lie written - about the .songs or this simple and untutored people, and the half not be told. . ' A TRUE LADY I was once, said a minister, walking a short distance behind a very handsomely dressed girl and as I looked at her beautiful clothes, won. tiered if she took half as much, pains with her heart as she did with her body. A. poor 'old man was coming err the, walk with a loaded wheelbarrow, and just before he'yeached us, he made . two attempts to go into the yard of a bouse,but the gate was heavy,and would awing back Wore he could get in. • ' "Walt," said the . - young girl, hurrying for- Ward, "Pll hold the gate open." ' • :.And 'she held the. gate till he passed in, and; received:his thanks with a pleasant mile, and she passed on. - - She deserves to have beautillal clothes, I thought, ler a beautlfut spirit dwells within her The eeede of love can never grow but under the wa7a and genial Influence of kind feellnga and affectionate mannere. • ' •-,
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