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NIL DESPERANDUM,
Two Dollars per Annum.
VOL. IV.
MDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., - THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1874.
NO. 39.
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When tho'Baby Died.
When the body dioa we said,
With a sudden, secret dread,
" Death, be merciful and p&B8 1
JLetTe the other." But, alas.
TWhile we watched he waited there,
Ono foot on the golden stair,
One hand beckoning at the gate,
Till the home was desolate.
Friends say, It is better so,
Clothed in innocence to go s
Say, to ease your.' parting pain,
That your loss is but thoir gain.
Ah, the par.entB think of this,
But remo aibcr more the kiea
From t)e little rone-rod lips !
And t'je print of finger-tips
Ie'.t upon a broken toy
Vf ill remind them bow the bay
And his sister charmed the days
With their pretty winsome ways.
Only time can give relief J
To the weary, lonesome grief;
God's sweet minister of pain
Then shall sing of loss and gain.
HOW JERKY CAME HOME.
Tlit. fire at tbe Maples did some
f&fain besides ranking talk for tbe whole
viliacre and scorching up a few rods of
old Mis. Ohitts's scattering timber. It
gave tbe old gentlewoman, who bad
long been hovering doubtfully on the
borders of two worlds, a very good rea
son for departing at last, and leaving
along-waited-for estate to innumerable
hungry heirs and lawyers.
"Too much for the old lady, that
scare," .neighborly people said,
' though the fire didn't amount to any.
thing ; but, bless your life, she'd hung
on so loner I" implying that the bieeze
which bad shaken her off at last was jl
m the way or rrovidence. X'je tiuth
38, people had begun to leel 'jiat Jveath,
With hiR hands full nmong nieuner peo
ple and poorer people., nad quite over
looked rich old Mrs. Chitts in her snug
old place at the Maples. There is a
certain sense ot justice in these things,
and threescore years and ten is a gen
eroun allowance for a lifetime, after all;
to go beyond it looks covetous, espe
cially if you have heirs. There were no
red eyja at the old gentlewoman's
funeral, jf you except those of Deborah,
the o'id lady's humble companion and
.housekeeper.
" She made a fool of Deb, though ;
'but, for the matter of ttmt, Deb's always
being made a fool of," said Mrs. Thorn
pin, chatting to a neighbor over her
gate, with a brood of barefoot children
behind her. Mrs. Thornpiu was Deb
orah's half-sister a shrewd and nota
ble woman, with a faded wisp of hair
done up in a scantling twist behind,
and skewered vixenishly back from
Sorehead and ears. ' Yes, she's made
a tool of Deb left without paying her
iast qnarter'n wages, and gnve her the
sweepings of her property just to set
the whole place talking about us and
our poverty. And after the struggle
I've had to keep my head above water,
to have Deb coroe back to me like that,
with that rigged bit of sea-shore and
that wheezy old bnrn of a house bebjnd
her, and all of hazing after that boy of
hers, who'll never come back, Vc's my
belief. If lie's decently iead and
bn'ri-ad, it's all the harm I wish him."
For it seems that Deborah had had
lor romance too, years ngo. It came
4,o her in the shape of a stray sailor
drifting up the shore one day a
slouching follow, wii'i a pair of gypsy
black eyes and a foreign look, which
the good people of the village, not being
able to translute accurately, took to
mean evil altogether, shaking their
heads ominously when he "made up"
to Deb, and finally married her. So
when he led Deb a hard life, drank up
all his earnings at the village inn, and
finally cut himself adrift again, going
off without warning into that unkown
'somewhere whence he canio, and leav
ing her with the care of a three-year-old
boy, and not a cent to support her
self, everybody looked at everybody
else, and sold, " What could you ex
pect?" And there would have been
nothing 'M- Dob but to go back to her
half-sip ter's, making one of a scantily
fed a'jcl overpopulated household, if
this old gentlewoman at the Maples
hac'.n't turned up and wanted her for a
housekeeper.
But Deborah's boy hadn't turned out
Well ; he grew up a pranksome, wild
young fellow, whom no one saw any
good in ; the pest of the neighborhood,
the destroyer of melon patches, an
impish youngster with no end of mis
ehief. So when one fine morning the lad
was up and off like his father before
liiin, uioody was sorry or surprised but
his mother. A fine summer morning
long ago that was. Many mists had
settled on the sea-shore and many
anows had whitened the hill-tops since
.Jerry went away, but his mother had
'been "looking for him back" ever
since. Every summer among the far
flitting sails she fancied Jerry's ship
was sailing in, for Jerry had gone for a
Bailor, of course what else ? He would
come back some day in a blue braided
jacket and a floating ribbon as proud
and bright as the best of them. That
was Deb's religion, her one unshaken
faith ; and even her half-sister, acous
tomed to whet the sharp edge of her
temper on Deb's short-oomings, was
lain to keep shy of this vagary.
It is astonishing, after all, how small
a portion of one's self is really owned
by one's self. Especially in a village.
There's the neighborhood, and there's
the family, and there's that vague, im
palpable thing called the world, whioh
sometimes means the meeting-houBe
one, two, three-fourths the shriveled
portion of Eelfhood remaining is hardly
worth counting upon as stock in trade.
And Deb had lived in the village till
she was almost one cf its traditions.
Hadn't they known her from a child,
and weren t her whims and oddities a
port of town property, like the salt-air
B.nd the r. hell-fish ?
When, therefore, the village learned
that Deborah was not coming back to
burden her half-sister, but was fairly
set to move into tnat ricKety, rneu
matio old house bequeathed to her by
her eooentrio mistress, with its bare
or two fraying out in meadow land
sedge to t tide-rising, the village
lifted its hands in depreoation, and de
clared it was a tempting of Providenoe.
So said Mm. Thornpin, who, having
wrought her courage up to the pitch of
drilling and scolding Deb for years to
come, felt in some way defrauded.
Mrs. Thorn pin declared the house was
damp, a dismal, mouldy old plaoe,
shaking with sea-ague, and sure to be
down some night on the head of who
ever was in it. Whatever possessed
old Mrs. Chitts she didn't know. Deb
had quips and crank? enough of her
own all along, and would be harder to
manage now than ever.
And indeed it seemed she was not
far from right, for it appeared Deborah
was quite satisfied to " move " with a
cat, a red shawl and a flower-pot.
"I shall have plenty of everything
when Jerry comes back," she said,
smiling.
"Better wait till he does come," was
the grim reply.
" Oh, you know, I want to have
everything ready for him." .
Whereat Mrs. Thornpin laughed to
herself ; for Deb, as she said, was
capable of " living right along," with
the sunlight shining on that gray
shanty, and a patch of rag carpet on
tbe floor, waiting for Jerry forever.
So Deb went her way in her sun
bonnet and old gray gown, with m
snatch of clove-pink in her hair, and
took refuge in the an.oient shingle-front
house.
All that brigh, breezy day of Deb's
move she was very busy, after her own
fashion, washing uown and cleaning up
the big bare raftered kitchen, with
many pauses to look out of the wide
shambling windows at the gray brim
ming cean, the white foam line, and
the 'wind-blown sand and sedge. For
Deborah, as her sister said, was " lazy
f.s a born lady " a lady who thought
herself well dressed in a patched gray
gown and a rose bud.
" When Jerry comes back I'll have
f Dlks enough running here," said the
infatuated Deb to those who condoled
tith her on her sea-shore solitude.
But there came a change over the
uiet of Kushtown. There were whis
pers in the air of an approaching in-
ision. A big speculator, in a big gold
i lain, with a big voice, and a big com
; any at his back, had found his way
r long the sea-shore. There was talk of
villa sites and villa plots and ocean
v iews, and there were naming placards
i p at the village inn, and there was a
l.ig tent down along the sands, with a
fray streamer atop of it, and crowds of
busy, beer-drinking people about it,
invading the ocean quiet, and vulgar
ising the place, as Mrs. Lymph de
clared. And finally, it appeared, the wily
auctioneer threw a covetous eye on that
slighted two-acre lot whioh was gener
ally sniffed at by the village as " Deb's
property." And the speculative Mr.
Jones courted Deb and coaxed Deb,
and endeavored to bring her to reason
and to making a sale at his own price
a good price for a few bushels of sand,
as he observed, worth nothing, except
that they stood in his way. But Deb
was shrewd for once, for the sake of
Jerry. When Jerry came back it would
not do to nave cheated him out of what
was justly his due. So she bargained
and put off and haggled with the elo
quent auctioneer, for Jerry's sake, until
finally, as you never can bring a woman
to reason, he was fain to give her her
price. And he touched his hat re
spectfully when they closed the bar
gain, for he respected money, did Mr.
Jones, and Deb was a far richer woman
than when he first met her, and had
proved to be sharper than he was, after
all. - , . ' v : v
That was a proud day for Deb when
she deposited the proceeds of that one
business transaction of her life in the
snug little bank of a neighboring town.
She still owned the shaky old house
and a bit of land about it, and she had
a bank-book besides 1 There was a
small sum coming to her yet, and,
happy as a prinoess, sho walked along
the sands, in her sun-bonnet, to meet
the gallant auctioneer at the big tent,
for. seeing that Deb was a landed pro
prietor, and mistress of a small fortune,
that gentleman had invited her down
to the great clam-bake and sale, to see,
as he said, " how tne thing was done,"
and to settle up. It was all a wonder
ful scene to poor simple Deborah the
feasting, the crowded tables, the rush
ing, jostling, good-humored people who
bid high prices and drank beer, and
hankered to get out by the ocean. In
her interest and excitement she lingered
with the rest till nearly sunset.
" You had better be careful or mat
money," said the auctioneer, kindly, as
she put the purse in her pocket when
they had "settled up." "There are
ill-looking fellows hanging about here.
Its bad for a lone woman to have much
money about her."
" I shan't always be a lone woman,"
said Deb. in the fullness of her heart,
thinking of the time when Jerry would
be back, as big and brave and fearless
as anybody.
That night there came a new moon
over the water ; the wide dim stretch
of lifting waves was faintly silvered,
the wraith-like mist lying Deyona glim
mered like a milky-way. But Deb was
not lingering out-doors to-night, dream
ing and brooding, as was her wont at
this hour. She satin the great shadow
haunted kitohen, her sun-bonnet still
on her head, a candle flaring beside
her a candle which flickered unsteadily
over a tumbled heap of bills, inter
spersed with a few odd pieces of silver,
the hoardings of years.
Deb was counting her treasure, gloat
ing over it like a miser. Window and
door were open ; the sea-breeze oame
floating in. Eager, happy, intent, she
heard nothing, feared nothing. The
wind was always making a racket at
the disjointed old plaoe, and Deb had
got used to it. It sounded like a sinis
ter footfall now on the threshold, but
Deb never looked up. She did not see a
dark face bending over her shoulder ;
Bhe did not see the shadow of a brawny
hand crawling stealthily over the heap
she was counting. It might be one of
the grim shadows haunting the rafters
had got down to play a prank with her,
so nnoonsoious sits the woman, ab
sorbed in her unaccustomed mathemat
ics, till the brawny hand comes down
with a sudden swoop, clutching her
treasure a living, sinewy hand, with a
sailor's anchor pricked in faded bine on
the baok.
But Deb was quick $ she Caught at
the closed fist sharply, holding it in a
vigorous grip, treasure and all, as she
turned npon the robber a woman with
flashing eyes, full of nerve and strength,
not to be lightly quelled, transformed
by sudden peril into heroism.
But as she turned a cry broke from
her lips a wild, strange cry, uttering
all the passion and loneliness of her
lifetime.
" Jerry 1" she cried. "O God, it
was all for you !"
Was it so indeed that Jerry had come
home T Was it Jerry who shrank from
her extended arms, and falling abjectly
on the floor, groveled at her feet ?
Jerry I her knight, her returning hero,
for whom she had coveted all things,
for whom her world was all too small
to afford largess for his welcome I
A divine mother-light shone in Debo
rah's eyes. All things were for him ;
first of all, forgiveness.
Disgraced, degraded, Jeriy ; fallen
upon evil ways, J erry ; so much the
more will the great mother-heart com
fort and welcome thee 1
" I never meant it, mother," he cried;
" no, I never meant this I I've been
bad enough and wretched enough and
starved enough, but I never meant this.
It was the money he gave you down at
the long tent that done it. I never see
your ftice, not once, oh, not once,
mother, only the jingling, hateful purse
that lured me on like a devil I Let me
away out o' this," he cried, breaking
from her grasp, " and I'll never trouble
you more. 1 swear it never 1"
But his mother set her back against
the door; sho drew with trembling
fingers the great rusty bolt. " Listen
to the lad 1' she said smiling, as she
smoothed his rough hair with her ten
der hand. " Does he think that after
waiting all these years he's going to get
quit of his old mother in this fashion ?
Nay, nay, my lad, it was all that there
sun-bonnet o' mine 1"
" Well," said Mrs. Thornpin to her
husband, as she cleared the dinner
table next day, "I give Deb up after
this. There's no use trying to reason
with Deb. She won't take no kind of
s-dvioe. There she's got that great
bulky lad back to eat her out of house
and home, with his furrin ways and his
monkey face. But bless me 1 Deb
never would take things to heart like
other folk. She grows sleek on what
would fair wear me to skin and bone.
Thornpin, mark my words"
But Thornpin had lit his after-dinner
pipe and escaped.
Certainly Jerry had not improved in
appearance ; that was quite true. His
swarthy face and small, glittering
eyes, black and restless, constantly
suggested that obnoxious foreign origin
which the neighbors never could get
over. But Jerry, shy as some wild
creature, troubled the neighbors but
little ; only onoe in a while they caught
glimpses of him setting out shoreward
with his fishing-line, or late of an even
ing strolling along the sands with Deb,
who never wore the old sun-bonnet
now, having replaced it with a broad
brimmed gypsy, always gay with a knot
of crimson flowers. " She could afford
it now," she said, "since Jerry had
come home."
And never could any one bring Deb
to see anything amiss with her boy. To
all cavilers she pointed with pride to
her trim garden, resoued from sand
and weeds, where occasionally of an
afternoon you might catch a glimpse of
the ragged straw hat and turned-up
trowsers in whioh the long-waited-for
prince did duty in the potato patch or
weeded the cucumber bed.
"There never was such a boy for
work," says his mother, watching him
dreamily from the porch ; and if he had
come home a millionaire or a merchant
prince, you cauld see no difference in
the light of the mother-eye beaming
upon him.
Paper Barrels.
Among the numerous novel uses to
which paper is nowadays put, is the
manufacture of barrels for the carriage
of such materials as flour, sugar, etc.
These barrels are made of successive
layers of paper-board cemented togeth
er, and subjeoted to enormous pres
sure, the result of which is a compact
substance with great resisting power.
The paper is made of straw, thus utiliz
ing and converting into a merchantable
article what in most sections of the
country is regarded as refuse. The bar
rels are perfectly cylindrical in form,
which gives them an advantage of 25
per cent, in storage over wooden bar
rels. Their weight is about half that
of a wooden barrel, so that in a car
load a saving of nearly 1,000 pounds in
freight is made. It is calculated that
they will stand four times the pressure
that a wooden barrel will. The inven
tion was patented about six months
ago, and two factories are now engaged
in the manufacture one at Winona,
Wisoonsin, and one at Decorah,
Iowa. At the latter factory, 1,600 bar
rels per day are turned out, with a con
sumption of five tons of paper. It is
claimed for them that they can be made
20 per cent, cheaper than wooden bar
rels. They may be rendered absolute
ly air-tight, and it is claimed that they
will resist moisture longer than they
are likely ever to be exposed to it.
They are made in quarter, half, and
f nil sizes. The inventor is sanguine
that they are destined entirely to su
persede the wooden barrel.
Undecided.
A well-dressed man in Chicago at
tracted considerable attention the other
day by sitting upon the edge of the
sidewalk for some time, with his head
between his hands, as if in deep medi
tation. At last a sympathetio stranger
approached him and said : " Friend,
you seem to be in trouble ; can I assist
you in any way ?" The man sprang to
his feet, and taking off his hat, parted
his hair carefully, and said : " Stran
ger, do you see this cut ? My wife did
it this morainer with a flat iron, and
then sent me down town to buy her a
new bonnet, and I have been sitting
here for an hour trying to deoide
whether I will buy it or not, and blame
me, stranger, if X haven t almost de-
uiueu vo get it.
English Servant Fees,
In many of the prominent hotels and
restaurants of England, says the Dan
bury man, the " boots," or the head
waiter, not only receives no salary at
all, but pays a premium for his plaoe,
and trusts to the fees for a living, and
never fails of success. The same guests
pay the landlord for attendance.
An English landlord would think it
the height of absurdity if he should
find in his grocery or draper bill an
item for the clerk s attendance upon
his purchases. And yet the draper or
grocer could as sensibly do this as he
does.
But feeing is not entirely confined to
the annoyanoe of the traveling public.
It permeates every walk of life, and ex
hibits itself in ways unique and start
ling to the stranger. A gentleman
showed me over his extensive works in
Scotland. In one branch of them he
committed me to the more intelligent
care of the foreman. Closing the ob
servation, I was puzzled to know
whether to offer the foreman a fee. I
did not wish to appear " small" in his
eyes by not doing it, and yet dreaded
to run the risk of offending him by
making the offer. In desperation I ex
tended the silver. It was covered with
a promptness that surprised me. I vis
ited an industrial school. I had a let
ter of introd notion to the manager. He
showed me the workings of the institu
tion. When he bowed me out I showed
silver. One of the inmates stood near
us. The manager turned his back on
him, made a feint of shaking hands
with mo, and "soooped" in the fee.
These cases are not exaggerations.
It doesn't pay to exaggerate when
you are constantly traveling, and liable
at any time to a fatal accident.
It may be asked why I offered the
manager of the industrial sohool a fee.
It is just like some people to put such
a question, and never think of asking
why the manager did not refuse it.
I wqb riding on an omnibus through
the Strand, one evening, sitting on the
box-seat alongside of the driver. He
saw that I was an American, and opened
a conversation with me, during which
he pointed out several objects of inter
est. When we got up into Haymarket,
where the 'bus route ended, he said to
me :
"I should like to drink your health
this pleasant evening, sir."
" I should like to have you," I said,
pleasantly.
" You'll have to give me the change
to do it with, sir," he suggested.
It is even customary to fee the ser
vants of the friends you visit ; so much
the custom, in foot, that a lady writer
in one of the London papers attempts
to establish the amounts which should
be given. It is not said how much this
demand on the guest improves the tone
of the hospitality he receives. Perhaps
ic cannot be estimated. If such an
order of things prevailed in America, I
fancy there would be less visiting by
affectionate city people to dear country
cousins in the summer months.
Jack In the Box,
Some rears aero there lived a nnrsnn-
age well-known to the London police
under the sobriquet of " Jack in the
Box." He had perfeoted a most in
genious system of theft, which he
worked with great pecuniary profit,
through in the result disastrously. He
had a box so constructed that he could
himself lie in it easily and obtain the
air necessary for respiration. He would
have this luggage booked from one sta
tion to another, and labeled, " To be
left till called for." He took care to
send it by a train that wonid arrive at
its destination in the middle of the
night, so that all the luggage, including
his box which included himself
would be stored till the next morning.
Then, in the middle of the night, when
all the luggage had been safely locked
up, he would get out of his own box,
and deliberately, and at his leisure,
open all the trunks which he found
around him. He would have plenty of
time for this purpose, and he had about
him duplicates of all the keys employ
ed by trunk-makers, so that he could
open whatever he liked. Me never
took too much out of any one box, or
robbed from more than one box of the
same party, but went impartially col
lecting whatever was most valuable and
least likely to be traced. These he
paoked into his own box and retired
with them, duly locking himself up.
In the morning he would be called for
and handed over by the nnoonsoious
railway porters to his confederates in
the scheme.
All a Mystery.
The following story, told by a Cali
fornia paper of Mr. O. H. Burnham, of
Oakland, illustrates one of those strange
mental phenomena which have so long
pnzzled the scholars of the world : One
morning, a few weeks ago, Mr. Burn
ham visited San Francisoo, crossing
over in the 9 a. m. train, and returning
at noon, n or tne rest oi tne day he
was actively engaged in business, and
at 6 p. m. , during the prevalence of a
thunder, lightning and rain storm, he
drove to the depot to meet some ladies.
As they did not arrive he returned to
the station at half-past six, at whioh
time his horse took fright, and he was
dasned against a tree and rendered
senseless. Now comes the singular
part of the story. On returning to
consciousness, it was found that not
only was he unaware of the accident,
but that he had no recollection of any
thing whioh had occurred after 0
o'clock A. m. He remembered starting
for San Francisco and being on board
the boat nothing more. He knew
nothing of returning : nothing of trans
acting business in Oakland during the
afternoon ; nothing of going to meet
the ladies ; and had no knowledge
whatever of the occurrence oi the tre
mendous thunderstorm. Loss of con
sciousness had antedated the acoident
about nine hours.
A Pathetic Appeal. " Mamma.
shall you let me go to the Wilkinsons'
ball, if they give one, this winter ?"
" No, darling." A pause. " You've
been to a great many balls, haven't
you, mamma?" "Yes, darling, and
I've seen the follv of them all." An
other pause. " Mightn't I just see the
folly of one, mamma?" A very long
pause.
The Clerk's Wire and Baby.
. There is a ludiorous aspect sometimes
to tbe department clerk's life, says a
Washington letter. He actually has
the audaoity sometimes to fall in love
and perpetrate matrimony with some
girl no better off than himself.
She, too, has been in the department,
and she grows so weary of the monoto
ny of her life, and there is something
so sweet in the whisperings of love that
she forgets prndence, and, after pinoh
ing herself for months, Bhe saves
enough of her salary for a silk dress
and a few bits of finery, and has the
eclat of a wedding.
Time flies very rapidly, and you can
scarcely realize that it is a year since
the event when you met the once j aunty
girl now a rather sickly looking wo-
mad who, with tne now laded sue
skirt and napless velvet sleeveless
jacket, is trundling a baby carriage
along the street. The baby is a dar
ling, and the poor, young mother has
utilized many of those garments that
she spent so many hours of the night
making, for herself, when she was to be
married, for the baby's use. A dainty
blue Afghan covers the little cherub;
and this is the only way that mother
and child can get an airing, for a nurse
is out of the question with their small
salary.
That poor little mother finds life
very hard, for what can be harder than
to have the sole care of an infant both
day and nipht? There is no one to
offer, even for an hour or two, to relieve
the poor, tired mother. And then they
must be content with such poor com
mon lodgings, suoh insuthcient food
and such uncongenial society. She
now looks with envy upon her late com
panions as they wend their way to the
departments; the work there now seems
so light and pleasant. How nioe it
was to have money of her own; no mat
ter how little it was, yet it was her own.
and she managed to dress and look
nicely all the time. Then, too, she
occasionally had an invitation to some
place of amusement ; but now, even
though she were asked, she could not
leave baby.
Does she wisn mere was no baby?
Oh, no ; far from it. That baby is the
most preoious object in life, and she
would not part with it for a kingdom.
That mother-love is the sweetest and
holiest on earth, but her treasure has
been bought at a great sacrifice a
sacrifice no less than the total abnega
tion of self. She is willing to be cold
if her baby is warm ; she is willing to
be hungry provided baby is nourished;
she is willing to be shabby so baby
has embroidery and a few pretty things,
and, after all, no musio ever sounded
so sweet as the baby's coo-ooo, and no
play was ever so funny as the way baby
jerks its hands backward when it is
trying to catch something. Of ail the
beautiful tilings tnat uoa nas done for
His creatures there is nothing for
which women should be so thankful as
the strong, overpowering feeling He
has implanted in her heart of love for
her offspring.
Aching for a Row.
As a policeman was leaning against
the walls of the Detroit and Milwaukee
depot, at Detroit, he was approached by
a man about thirty years old, whose
red face was a good match for his hair.
tie was a little " sprung and he felt
like a teer turned into a clover field.
"Mister," said he, speaking very
confidentially to the officer, " I don't
want to get locked up, and have my
name in the papers, and be fined, but I
am in from Ionia, on a little blow out,
and I'd give a clean ten-dollar note to
have a little scrimmage with some
body." "You mean you want to
fight?" asked the offioer. "That's
what I mean. I'm just aching for a
row. I want to stand before about
three good fellows and have some one
to give me the word to go in." The
officer asked if he was heavy on the
fight, and he answered: "Heavy? I
should say I was ! Why, I'm terrible.
They call me the Russian bear at home,
aud the full town stand up or sit down,
just as I say 1" The offioer said it was
his duty to discourage disorderly con
duct ; but in a case like that, where a
man had come one hundred and twenty
miles to get up a row. he felt it his duty
to extend indirect aid. He told the
Russian bear to go to the corner of
Ueaubren street, enter some saloon,
talk in a very loud voice, and he'd soon
have his hands lull. " That s me ;
much obliged I" exolaimed the man,
and he walked off. In about ten min
utes a boy came running down and
said that a man with a chewed ear, two
black eyes and a broken nose was " up
there " in the ditoh. The offioer went
back with the boy, and he soon came
upn the Russian bear, who was lying
in the gutter, one leg doubled back,
blood all over him, and his coat lipped
in every seam. " That's you, is it ?"
asked the officer, as he pulled at the
man s arm. " Well, did you nnd that
row ?" " Policeman," replied the man,
as he regained his feet and looked at
himself, and felt of his ear, "police
man, don't it seem to you as if i did?''
A New Industry In Maine,
Among the latest industries estab
lished in Maine is that of collecting
and drying sea-moss, which is followed
in the town of Kittery. This moss is
collected in dories in the neighborhood
of White Island and Whale s Back.
Two men go in each boat, and with
rakes made for the purpose tear tbe
moss from the rocks at half tide. It is
taken to the beaches, where large beds
are constructed by taking up all the
large rocks and leaving only a surfaoe
of pebble stones. These beds contain
from ten to three hundred barrels. If
there is no rain sea water has to be
thrown on tbe moss, and the sun
bleaches it from the dark green color,
first to a beautiful pink and then to a
clear white. It has to be turned ocoa
sionally, and made the same as hay.
After it is thoroughly dry it is packed
in barrels and shipped to Boston, where
it finds a ready sale at six cents a
Eound. Immense quantities are used
y brewers.
Dartmouth College grew out of a
school established for the education of
Indian children. It now. has one In
dian among its . students.
CRIME AND RETRIBUTION,
Outrage Upon a Utile Girl by a Drunken
Human Brnfe-Ile Is Lynched by In
furiated Cltlxen Shortly After the
Deed.
The following are the particulars of
a fiendish crime perpetrated near Gib
son s, a small mining village in Penn
sylvania, and as fiendish, however
merited, a retribution following it :
Martin Groves, an ignorant and dissi
pated man about thirty-five years old.
had lived for years on the mountain
back of Gibson's. He was in the habit
of making periodical visits to the vil
lage, where he invariably became more
or less intoxicated. Drunk or sober, he
was always considered a man of brutish
and unbridled passions. On one Satur
day he was in Ciibson s. He was not
very drunk, and about the middle of
the afternoon was missed. This was
something unusual, as it was his cus
tom to oontinue his orgies late into the
night before departing for home. As
his absence was of no importance it
merely excited a passing remark.
About two o clock is the afternoon
Mrs. Davis, the widow of a miner, had
sent her daughter, about thirteen years
of age, on an errand about a mile out of
the village. She had not returned at
four o clock and her mother began to
grow uneasy about her. A few min
utes after four the girl was carried into
the house by two men in an almost in
sensible oondition. They said they had
found her lying near the road, in a
piece of woods, about half a mile ont
of the village. Her clothing was badly
torn and her face was bleeding from a
large but not dangerous cut above the
left temple. When spoken to she
opened her eyes and essayed to speak,
but was too weak to articulate, liecog-
nizing the girl, the men brought her
as quickly as possible to her mother's
house. It was clear that she had been
violated by some fiend, who had evi
dently knocked her senseless by the
blow on her head. The mine surgeon
was summoned, and, under his treat
ment, about nine o'clock at night the
girl was able to talk. Her story was
that she was on her way home after
doing her errand, and when she reached
the pieoe of woods near Moon s creek
she saw Martin Groves sitting by the
side of the road. She was afraid of
him, and stopped, undecided whether
to go through the woods and come out
in the road below him or pass right on.
His head was hanging down on his
breast as if he were asleep, and she
concluded to go noiselessly by him in
the road. When sho got about oppo
site to where he sat he raised his head
and then rose to his feet. He stepped
in front of her and said :
" Yer afraid of me, are ye ?"
' Yes. Martin." said the girl. " but
please don't hurt me."
He made no reply to this, but took
hold of her by both shoulders and
pushed her towards the woods. She
screamed loudly for help, when he
struck her a blow with his fist on the
side of her head, and she remembers
nothing until coming to her senses
some time before the men found her.
She knew she was lying in the woods,
and her condition, but was too weak to
move.
When this story was made known
throughout the village the greatest ex
oitoment prevailed . A crowd of twenty-
five men gathered and decided upon
seeking out Groves and giving him
summary justice. They prooeeded in
a body up the mountain and captured
him in the woods. They then took him
down into a deep depression between
two lofty hills. In that lonely vale, by
the light of the moon struggling
through a heavy mist, the infuriated
miners exeouted the sentence they pro
nounced against him, which was that
he should die. His eyes were bandaged
and his hands bound behind him, and
then he was hanged to the limb of a
chestnut tree and left there until he
was dead. He was afterward buried
near the hut where he had lived for
years.
The outrage on the Davis girl was
not Groves' first crime of that nature.
The commission of three similar out
rages was laid at his door by general
belief, which had made him a terror to
all women and children.
A New Plaster Bandage.
A surgeon connected with the South'
era Dispensary, in Brooklyn, N. Y.,
has recently invented a new method of
applying the plaster splint, which
promises to be an important improve'
ment. A common merino sock is drawn
upon the foot and leg. It may extend
as far up as is necessary to inolude the
fractured locality. A small rope is run
down the back seam in the center of
the leg, around the heel and over the
toes, returning up the middle of the
instep and front cf the leg. ix or
seven pieces of flannel are then out out
to fit the leg and foot, allowing for
shrinkage. The ends of the bones hav
ing been carefully adjusted, the stock'
ing. upon whioh the rope has been at
taohed as described, is drawn upon the
foot and leg. The flannels are soaked
in warm water and applied, the plaster
of Paris paste being rubbed in with
layer after layer. After the last layer
has been applied, the rlaster is allowed
to set. When the plaster has become
hard, the splint is perfect, and the pa
tient can get about, on crutches, very
comfortably, if the leg swells, and it
is necessary to remove the bandage,
the whole thing can be done inside ef
three minutes. The cord that has been
run around the stocking now forms i
line of division in the splint. To re
move the splint, all that has to be done
is to slip out the cord and slit up the
stocking along the line where the cord
was. Then the rplint, divided in
halves, can be removed as though it
had been laid noon the limb to obtain
a oast. Considerable time is thus
gained by using this method of apply
ing the plaster splint. When the broken
limb becomes inflamed, it also is ex
tremely painful and very tender to the
touch. The slightest jar sends a thrill
of pain through the body of the pa
tient, who has sometimes been obliged
to be ohloroformed to enable the sur
geon to remove a plaster splint applied
with a bandage. By the new method,
the limo need hardly De moved or
touohed.
Items of Interest
A good advertiser practically puts
his show mndows into the newspapers.
Five hundred dollars was found con
cealed on the person of a man in Salem,
Mass., who had been taken to jail for
debt.
A woman sick with typhoid fever wns
recently refused admission to the county
hospital at Milwaukee, Wis., because
at the time when she appeared it was
late at night. She died shortly after
ward. There is an old Indian in Kansas who
has been nicknamed "Old Prob."
When asked to prophesy of the com
ing weather, he sagely and safely says,
" Mebbe snow ; mebbe heap-hot. Bet
ter wait little, you bet."
The Rev. Phillips Brooks has refused
a salary of $20,000 a year from Phila
delphia, said to be the highest salary
ever offered to an Episcopal clergy
man in this country, and one of $15,-
000 from New York. He loves Boston.
" Sir," said the astonished landlady
to a traveler who had ent his cup for
ward for the seventh time," you must
be very fond of coffee." " Yes, madam,
1 am," he replied, " or I should never
have drank eo much water to get a
little."
A number of praotioal jokers in an
interior California town accused a poor
Swiss of having set a fire that occurred
in town. He took the matter very
much to heart, wrote a pathetio fare
well letter to his brothers, and killed
himself.
A newly married couple in Connecti
cut recently started out on their wed
ding tour aooompanied by a small sized
two-year old infant, whioh they had
hired for the purpose, deluding the
publio into the belief that they were
old stagers.
An Alsatian woman goes to confess :
'Father, I have committed a great
sin." " Well 1" " 1 dare not say it ;
it is too grievous." " Come, come,
courage." "I have married a Prus
sian." "Keep him, my daughter.
That's your penance."
Rather good rifle-shooting is thus de
scribed by the editor of the Troy
Whip : " We have seen a man hold his
rifle in his left hand and toss a chip
with his right hand into the air, and
then, bringing his rifle to his shoulder,
put a bullet through the chip."
A Washington lady, upon the mar
riage of her daughter, gave nor in
tended son-in-law three dollars in a
sealed envelope with which to fee the
minister. The enterprising youth ab
stracted two-thirds of the amount and
delivered the remaining one dollar to
the preacher.
Aooording to statistics, the following
nine cities stand above New York in
the matter of population : London,
3,254,260 ; Sutchan (China), 2,000,000 ;
Paris, 1,851.792 ; Pekin, 1,300,0UU ;
Tschantsohau-fu, 1,000,000; Hangts-chau-fu,
1,500,000; Siangtan, 1,000,
009 ; Singnan-fu, 1,000,000 ; Canton,
1,000,000.
A gentleman can stand it to hear a
couple of ladies discuss the fashions
for three or four hours at a time, but if
he tarries much longer than that he
gets jet galloons and cuirass basques
most horribly mixed up with shell
jabots on Watteau folds, and begins to
feel that if he doesn't get out into the
fresh air pretty soon he'll die.
A married man, hearing that the eat
ing of certain kinds of animal food
would aid the same tissues of the hu
man body aB, for instance, calves'
brains would nourish the eater's brains,
or beef's liver the eater's liver imme
diately gave striot orders to his butcher
that no more tongue of any kind should
be sold to his wife or mother-in-law.
The coolest robber that Boston has
seen for a long time is a man who went
to the Publio Library building recently,
and; borrowing tools from some work
men, removed the copper lightning
rods, laboring at the job several hours,
and, having loaded his spoils upon a
wagon, rode off. The workmen sup
posed he was acting under orders from
the city.
It is on record that simultaneously
with the outbreak of an epidemic, like
the cholera, birds deserted the fated
town. This phenomenon has been ob
served in St. Petersburg, Riga, and in
cities of Prussia, in Hanover, Galicia,
and Southern Germany. Some scien
tific men suppose the birds are warned
by the poison in the atmosphere, and
instinctively fly from it.
An Eccentric.
A handsome inheritance has come to
some luoky heirs residing in Iowa and
Nebraska. Three generations ago a
wealthy and public-spirited citizen,
who was Mayor of Norwich, England,
died, leaving the municipality a large
sum of money upon the condition that
in the third generation of his family
the aooumulated interest on the sum
donated to the city should be paid to
the heirs of the donor. The descend
ants of this generous and eccentric man
were well aware of the provisions of
his last testament, and accordingly
have kept trace of the funds. Lately
the last heir of the seoond generation
died, and the third generation, who are
residents of the United States, have
been notified to appear on the 21th of
November and claim their property.
The amount inherited is about $800,000,
Amerioan currency, and will be divided
among several people. Representatives
of these heirs came East last week, and
sailed for Europe from New York on
Saturday
Dangerous.
The statement by Capt. Bieasso, of
the bark Teresa, that he has rediscov
ered a dangerous rook in the Atlantio
ocean in the same latitade as New
York, and in a straight line from west
to east, five hundred miles from New
York harbor, is deserving of investiga
tion. The captain says that at high wa
ter the rook would be completely cov
ered, and at low water would not be
noticed unless it were perfectly calm.
The existenoe of such a danger would
go far to aooount for such mysterious
disasters as the loss of the City of Bos
ton, the United Kingdom, and other
vessels that have never been heard
from.