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VOLUME 32.
Miscellaneous
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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
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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
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.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
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-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.
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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
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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. •
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•,...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,
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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,..
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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.
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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.
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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. • ' •-,