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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor, and Publisher.-
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NO. 42.
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Pictures of Memory.
BY AUCB CABT.
Among the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall
Is one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all ) ,
Dot for its gnarled oaks o'den,
Dark with the mistletoe .
Not for the violets golden
That sprinkle the vale below j
Not for the milk-white lilies
That lean from the fragrant hedge,
Coquetting all day with the sunbeams,
And stealing their golden edge )
Dot for the rines on the upland, -
Where the bright red berries rest i
Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip,
It seemeth to me the best.
I once had a little brother,
With eyes that were dark and deep t
In the lap of that dim old forest
He lieth in peace at sleep.
Light as the down of the thistle,
Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there the beautiful summers,
The summers of long ago ;
But his feet on the hills grew weary,
And, one of the antumn eves,
I made for my little brother .
A bed of yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My cheek in a meok embrace,
As the light of immortal beauty
Silently covered his faoe ;
And, when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,
Asleep by the garden of light,
Therefore, of all the pictures
That haiig on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
. Seemth the best of all.
HER HEART'S SECRET.
" If you refuse Duncan Holcroft you
aco a complete idiot, .Georgina Gilroy,
and I wush, my hnuda of your affairs
al tocher."
Mrs. Cassowin sails majestically from
the room where Georgina, ber niece,
remains nervously clasping and unclasp
ing her slender white lingers, and won
dering why matrimony should be a
positive duty in the code by which she
had been educated. She is only twentv-
- two, slender, fair, and. looking about
Bixteen, with her waving golden hair and
soft, brown eyes.
She has two hundred pounds a year,
all her own, and why can't she be allowed
to live a quiet life unmolested.
Since her own parents died, about
three years ago, she had been dragged
-. from the country parsonage, in which
her father lived and died, saving the lit
. tie fortune for Georgiua by close econo
my, to her auut's fashionable home.snch
as her mother pined for throughout all
Georjrina's childhood.
" When you marry, I hope you will
return to your proper sphere," Mrs.
Gilroy would say whenever she spoke of
Georgira's future ; but she never heeded
. much in those days.
Sitting in Mrs. Cusnowin's grand
.' drawing-room, waiting for Duncan Hol
croft to come and propose to her, as her
aunt informed her he had requested
permission to do, Georgina, timid and
gentle, felt her whole being rise in re
volt. Was life to be lo her what it was to
her aunt, a round of calling, shopping,
party-going, party-giving, interviews
with dressmakers and milliners? Could
she not escape to some locality where
there were uobler aims and desires ?
Where?
Mrs. Oassowin had expostulated in
vain. Hitherto, Georgina had been
gently firm.
But on this day even her courage failed
before her aunt's wrath at the proposal
to dismiss Duncan Holcroft.
He came across the wide drawing
room as she sat thinking, his footffdl
unheard upon the soft carpet.
He was tall, erect, handsome, past
fifty, yet not old ; his eyes clear as a
boy's, his iron-gray hair curly and abun
dant, his gray moustache giving a mili-
- tary air to his well -cut features.
Faultless in attire, courteous in man
ner, he also possessed half a million at
tractions in solid investments.
But all else seemed to him worthless
compared to the possession of tho slca
der, pale child, who half buried in a
deep arm-chair, realized as yet nothing
of the yearning love in the large, dark
eyes fixed upon her.
It was scarcely to be supposed that
. Duncan Holcroft, bachelor as he was,
had traveled over fifty years of life
with untouched heart, but he had lived
' over all other love till this one came
and conquered him.
It stirred Ins heart with a sick pmn.
when Georgina, looking up, paled to her
lips, while her eyes were full of fear and
trouble, seeing him.
She had always given him a frank,
cordial greeting, and he had hoped to
win sweeter tokens still from her roft
eyes and sweet lips, and instead he had
lost what was already given.
. " Did you not expect me ?" he said,
gently; "you looked startled."
" I did not know you were here, and
it did startle me to see yon so close be
side me 1" Georgina said, a flaming
color shooting now over cheek and brow,
as she wished herself a thousand, miles
way. s .;: r. ,.
He spoke to her gravely then, and
very, very gently, wooing her most ten
derly, considerate of her youth, her ti
midity; and heartily ashamed, she could
only sob and shiver.
"Child," be said at last, " do dis
tress you? Am I bo hateful to jou
that " ' -
But she interrupted him quickly:
"You are not hateful to me," she
said, impulsively. "I like you ever
ever so much, only oh, why do you
- want to marry me?
He could not " kesp back a smile,
, though his heart throbbed heavily with
: pain.
.v "I love you, dear," he said: " I love
you far too well to wish to grieve von.
Shall we be friends still?" J
" Oh, if you will," she said, eagerly,
ignorant of the . stab in every word
."let us forget to-day." '
As if he could.
, But he was a true gentleman, a sin
cere, unselfish lover, and he led her on
to talk of other mutters till the aJ,t
pallor left her cheeks and lips, and she
was just her sweet shy self again.
Then he left her..
Left her to meet such wrath from Mrs.
Oassowin that she rose against her bitter
speeches. ' i -
"I will go to Grandfather Gilroy,
since yon are so tired of me," Georgina
said. ' ' -
I would 1 Go bury yourself in that
wretched little farmhouse at Fry Cor
ners; you, Who might lead the fashion
here, Duncan Holoroft's wife 1".
But even Fry Corners was preferable
to Georgina, to the prospect of leading
the fashion.
- She shivered at the thought, shy little
country flower, and accepted her aunt's
ungracious dismissal.
It even seemed as if she threw off a
burden as she stepped from her luxur
ious carriage at the station.
Mrs. Cassowin, slightly remorseful,
was at the last moment willing to revoke
her decree of banishment, but Geor
gina would not see tho flag of truce,
only half unfolded, and went to Fry
Comers.
It was not a fascinating abode, a small
farm, managed by a miserly old man
and one maid servant of seventy or
thereabout, whose life was a burden be
cause old Mr. Gilroy had failed to make
her his wife, after accepting her atten
tions for a matter of thirty or forty
years.
Georgina had the free, open country,
perfect liberty to do as she pleased, and
the command ot her own income.
But she was not happy.
" I do believe I am naturally of a dis
contented disposition," she thought, as
she wandered up a shady lane. "I've
got all I want, a country home, old
women to help, and children to be kind
to. 1 can play Lady Bountiful to half
Fry Corners on a small scale. I have
miles of good, useful sewing, plenty of
bookB, my own piano, nobody to scold
me, no finery to worry over, and yet I
I wonder if Duncan Holcroft cares be
cause I have gone ?"
What made that question leap to her
mind a hundred times a day.
She had refused him, put him out of
her life, and yet she thought of his court
ly manner, his grave, gentle kindness,
his real conversation, so different from
the society small talk that wearied aud
puzzled her.
Did he miss her?
She felt herself such an atom in his
circle of friends ; so lowly and little,
compared to the belles fluttering ever
in his view, so ignorant and insignifi
cant, that she could only wonder when
she remembered the honor he had paid
her.
Spring flowers faded, Bummer bloom
died, autumn fruits were gathered in,
winter snows melted. . .
It was May again, and Georgina had
been one year at Fry Corners. :
The old farmer had failed in that year,
and very tenderly and pitifully his
grandchild nursed him.
And, wearying for an interest in life,
Georgina gave time, strength, and an
unfailing patience to the querulous in
valid, never faltering in her self-imposed
duties.
He died in May, blessing her with his
last breath, and after the funeral, Janet,
his old servant, produced a will giving
her the frrm and the savings of years of
grinding economy.
Georgina had known of this, and had
gently remonstrated when Mr. Gilroy
would have made another will.
" I have more than I spend, " she
said ; " and Janet has served you faith
fully." - - ; ;
But once more homeless, she joined a
party of Mrs. Cassowin's friends and
went abroad.
Here was surely interest, variety, but
never ease for the old heart-hunger.
What would fill her life, round it to its
full perfection ?
Love was offered more than once, bnt
met no return, and she sighed heavily
over her own hard heart.
In Borne, where the party lingered
many weeks, Georgina lived a new life
of delight iu seeing what she had im
agined in hours of reading, what her
father had often described to her, hav
ing visited the Eternal City as a tutor
iu his young days.
But in Borne, oue of the party,
lounging in lazily to the general sitting
room of the wide house where they all
lodged, said, half yawning :
.Holcroft is here, down with the
malaria 1" 1
" Where?" some one asked, indiffer
ently. " At the hotel where we stopped the
first week we were here. He's going to
die they say."
" Die !" Duncan Holcroft !
Georgina groped her 'way dizzily un
perceived to the balcony.
Gould the wide world hold so much
misery as pressed her down ?
Like a lightning flash she read the
cause of all her restless craving since
she had left London.
She loved Duncan Holcroft, king
amongst men. She had walked away
from her own paradise, closing the door,
and Duncan Holcroft would die, and
never knew she had loved him. " ."
At the hotel where they had stopped I
Why it was elese beside them. '
She could be there in ten minutes.
She never paused to think of propri
ety. Wrapping her head and shoulders
in a fleecy white shawl, she sped along
the street, thankful or the gathering
twilight
The waiters paused, but led her to the
room. At fhe door she paused.
She could Bee a sister of charity
kneeling beside a high bed, could hear
a sweet voice say:
" She is here, in Borne. - When I am
dead carry my- message. Tell her I
loved her to the last. You will find her
at the address I gave you. Georgina
Gilroy ! ' You will not iorget the
name ?"
- Trembling and white, Georgina crept
in, softly laying her hand upon the Bis
ter's shoulder : -
"I am Georgina Gilroy," she whis
pered, very low.
But low as it was, the whisper reached
Duncan Holoroft's ears, and a smile
lighted his white, wasted faoe.
"Little Georgie,";he said, faintly,
" darling, have yon come to ay fare
well?" .
" No," she answered, strangling the
sub in her voiee; I have oeme to pray
you, to live.for ineT'
A great joy lighted the languid eyes.
" For you 1 Georgie, do you love me
at last?" . . . .
" I think I have always loved yon,"
she sobbed, " only I know it, at last 1"
41 1 cannot die now," he said.
' And he did not.
Clasping Georgina's slender hand fast,
he found the life-giving Bleep all nar
cotics had failed to. give him; waking
after many hours to see loving eyes nn
weariedly watching him.
They were married when the priest
came in a few hours later, the good
sister still remaining to share the nurs
ing. But the life-giving joy was Georgina's
love, and all the restless discontent left
her happy life forever when once she
knew the secret of her own heart.
Mrs. Cassowin says she can't under
stand why Georgiua had followed Dun
can Holcroft to F.ome, when she might
as well have had a proper wedding and
reception at home ; and. Georgina has
never explained.
Fry Corners sees her no more, nor
will her husband make her a slave to
fashion or society, but hand in hand,
thoroughly one iu heart , and mind, they
find useful work and tender charity to
fill all the leisure hours wheu friend
ship's calls are answered.
Fashion Sotes. '
Long, close-fitting sacques with
double-breasted fronts are the popular
shape for low-priced cloaks.
Short round skirts are gradually mak
ing their way into popularity. They
are cut quite narrow, and are short
enough to escape the ground behind.
A single scantily pleated flounce or else
two narrow knife-pleatings form the
plain border around the edge. 1
As woolen materials are bo heavy,
modistes are making sham lower skirts
of cambric or of alpaca for heavy woolen
suits, . merely trimming them with
flounces of the wool, or else facing them
with woolen goods from the knee down.
Some of the handsomest imported
dresses are mode with the round waist.
which, of course, must be worn with a
belt.
The " Breton " costume is only worn
by little girls ; its glory having departed
from " big " folks.
With satin brocades and embossed
velvets h&a come in the Queen Anne
style of dress, high ruff and all.
Handkerchiefs are stowed away in
Eockets no more, but are carried iu the
and or attached to the waist.
Valencienues lace is more iu demand
than point lace. The "Holy Grail"
pattern and other sacred designs, copied
from robes iu convents, are the' choicest.
.. .'fku ueir liiateihrt-fur mornlnirttresRca :
l-very muoTkJfesembles the old " Dollv
Varden cloth ; as it is covered with
large deaigus, such as birds, insect and
flowers.
' A Japanese folding toilet glass is the
latest device ; when placed on a dressing-bureau,
ladies are able to get a front,
back and side view of their heads, with
out changing their position. . , , .
The fashionable style of hair dressing
is very low in the neck.- (The rows of
purl's worn outside the front of the bon
net and resembling false teeth in their
stiff regularity, are no longer in vogue.
The Telephone as an Aid to Bivers.
The Cincinnati Enquirer says : " Mr.
John T. Guyre, the submarine diver,
with the assistance of Mr. J. V. Shiras,
solicitor for Bell's telephone,, made some
experiment with the telephone under
water. Divers have always eagerly de
sired a reliable means of communication
with those above them.' Various plans
have been devised, and all -abandoned
save the first and long-tried one that
of signalling by pulls at the life-rope.
One very successful plan, save of ex
pense, was to interpose a reservoir,
large enough to admit a man in it, be
tween the diver and the air-pump.
Those above spoke to the man, in the
reservoir, and he repeated it to the
diver. This plan operated well. The
sound was conveyed so distinctly that
the man in the reservoir could hear the
diver's hair rubbing against his helmet.
This was abandoned on account of its
expense. , The telephone test was made
in the river where the Covington water
works pipes are being laid. The small
er telephone, the one used for receiving
was placed within the dress, lying upon
the diver's chest and near his mouth.
This enabled him to get his mouth
near enough to talk, but was very dis
advantageous for hearing. : Insulated
wires connected this instrument with
the one above. Mr. Guyre descended
to a depth of eighteen ' feet. Every
thing he said was distinctly heard above.
He found some difficulty in hearing
what was said, as the air, passing out of
the helmet with a hissing and bubbling
noise, somewhat drowned the voice of
the telephone. This will ' be easily
remedied by making a telephone of
such special shape that it will be near
the diver's ear, and removing the air
valve to Borne point in the dress further
from the ear. Mr. Guyre considers its
use a fixed fact, aud is delighted in be
lieving his perilous business will be
made less dangerous.
Russian Editors and Sub-Editors.
The anecdotes regarding the censor
ship of the preus in Russia have just had
the crown placed on them in Moscow,
Here the Teatrailnaia Gazette was held
to have committed some offence, and an
officer of the Press Bureau sent to the
office of the paper. No one waa present
but the publisher, who was at once
sternly summoned to fetch the editor.
The publisher left the room, and returned
in a minute or two with a large pair of
scissors, saying :
" Here, sir, is the editor."
The officer waa rather disconcerted,
but soon recovered himself, and ex
claimed more sternly than ever :
" No nonsense, fetch me the sub
editor." '
Again the publisher departed, and
again returned ihis time with a pot of
paste and a brush.
"These, sir,',' he sail,. "aro the sub
editors." ' -.
In consequence all four delinquents
were arrested, and publisher, editor, and
the two sub-editors marched olf to the
Solioe station to answer for their ooii-Utt,
THE WRECK OF THE HURON.
"
Lose of a United State Mnn-of-War Over
One Hundred Fereene Lose Their Liven
Thrilling Statement of a Surviving- Of
' fleer. i. ' '
The loss of the United States man-of-war
steamer Huron off the North Caro
lina coast during a heavy storm adds
another item to the sad record of dis
asters by sea. Out of a list of about 138
officers and men onl thirty-four persons
were saved. One of the four surviving
officers Ensign Lucien Young tells
the following thrilling story of the wreck :
About ten minutes past one A. x. I was
aroused by the thumping of tho ship
when sho struck bottom hard. The cap
tain sang out as he came from cabin !
" Hard down," meaning the wheel. I
put on a coat and pair of pants, and then
ran up on deck and found that it was
blowing a fresh gale. - 1 then heard the
order, " Brail up the main trysail," and
assisted, but we could not take it in. I
then asked the captain if we should throw
the guns overboard ? He said : " Yes,
do it as quickly as possible." We got
the pennant tackles hooked to the lee
gun, "but could not remove it, because
she had bilged, and we oould not get the
gun over for the sea. The captain then
ordered me to burn alL the signal I
could. In the meantime all the port
boats and cutter had been carried away.
The ship was lying on her port side,
bilged; her broadside inclined about
forty degrees, and the seas breaking
clear over her. I next went into the
cabin and saved two boxes of Costar
lights, and sent up five rockets besides
burning over one hundred signals. The
sea was then caving in the cabin rapidly.
When I heard the order for "all hands
to go forward as quick as possible," I
hurried the quartermasters who were
with me aud some other men to go forward.-
As I passed the cabin door Mr.
French asked me if that was all. I stop
ped and told him "Yes." Then he said:
"We must be quick." We all started
forward together. I had .held on to the
Gatling gun, when a very heavy sea
came over and washed me and about five
others down to leeward. All but myself
went under the sail and were drowned.
I was caught iu the bag of the sail and
had both legs hurt by being thrown
against the gaff. I then regained the
gear of tho nine-inch gun, and worked
myself v forward, though I saw Mr.
French go in the main rigging. Also
saw a number of the men standing in star
board gangway and iif the first launch
aud another lot of men underneath the
topgallant forecastle. I succeeded in
getting upon the topgallant forecastle,
with the assistance of those men already
there. . A number of men had on life-
ijreservers and oue rnbbet balsa was
'IggUoTon the forecastle. Two or three
of the men lashed themselves to the
bowsprit Every one was perfectly cool
and showed no signs of fear. The ma
jority of us got close together on the
upper side of the forecastle, suffering
much from cold and exposure. The seas
would break clear over us and nearly
suffocate us. Mr. Conway, watch officer,
had one blanket, and shared it with Mr.
Danner, Mr. Loomis and myself. We
sounded over the side and found about
six feet of water. A little while after
we sounded again and got seven and a
half and eight feet We then saw lights
oue point on the starboard bow, and we
gave three cheers and repeated it several
times. We then saw that the flood tide
was making in fast, and the sea breaking
over us' -worse. We here saw our first
luunch, the only boat left, stove in, and
it knocked Captain Ryan and Navigator
Palmer overboard. I then saw two men
killed on the forecastle." Mr. Conway
suggested that we make some effort to
get a line on shore. I said I would at
tempt it- and called for some one to put
the balsa overboard, when a three-inch
line was made fast to the balsa and the
some lowered overboard, but it fouled
with the jibboom forguard and other
spars. ' I got down on the torpedo spar
and worked about ten minutes to clear
the balsa, and called for some one to
help me. . Mr. Danner came dowu part
of the way and said he was too weak and
could not get on. 1 told him it was eur
only chance, and he had better try. He
said he oould not and would hold on
awhile. Williams, one of the seamen,
came down then and said he would go.
In about fifteen minutes we succeeded
iu getting the balsa clear of the spars.
I could get no more line and First Lieu
tenant Simons, Mr. White and many
others in the forecastle sang out to me :
"The line is out ; cut it and get on
shore if possible for assistance,"
I had a small penknife, but could not
open it because my hands were so
numbed. Williams opened it and I suc
ceeded in cutting the rope. I was then
struck several times by the spars once
in the small of the back and across the
hips. We thought the beach ran per
pendicular to the ship. It was faggy
and we oould not see the shore. When
the line was cut the balsa went toward
the stern of the ship and we thought we
were going to sea, which was one thing
that misled the majority of the ship's
company. We paddled the balsa with
pieces of panelling. Near the stern of
the ship a heavy surf struck us aud cap
sized the balsa end fox end, my leg be
ing jammed tight It held me under
neath the water for a while, but both
Williams and mvself regained the balsa.
when I told Williams to get on the end
and we would swim and steer the balsa
in, for fear of another capsize. We were
thrown over again, and .the sea threw
Williams away about ten feet My arm
Doing jammed, I was thrown on my
back. When I came up again it was
rather still water, so I swam along and
Eushed the balsa toward Williams, and
e got on top, stood np and looked
around. - He said that' he saw masts of
fishing vessels ahead, which proved to
be telegraph poles pn the shore. I said
to him : " Well, steer for it." We
capsized twice more and before we knew
it we were on the beach. I told Williams
to haul the balsa up on the sands, in
order that we might want to use it to
send off to the slap. We landed about
three-quarters of a mile up the beach
from the wreck. I found two ol the
men inside the surf, but they ware too
weak to get up, I went down into the
water and pulled them np. J then ran to
the first house I saw, but found no one
in it. I next started down the beach as
fast as I eooid, my legs hurting me very
badly. I found ten or flrta people
from the shore standing opposite the
wreck looking at it. I told them to go
further up the beach aad do all they
could to save the men, as they appeared
to be landing np there, with a very
strong current running up the coast
We pulled out several more of the men.
I asked the shore people where the life
saving station was. They said there was
one seven miles and another four miles
down the beach. I saw a man on horse
back and sent him to the upper station
for assistance and to telegraph to Wash
ington for assistance to the wreck. This
was about seven a. m. Then I saw Mr.
Conway, who had just landed. I asked
the men on shore why the life car was not
there. They told me the life crew, con
sisting of thirteen men, were at Roanoke
Island. I asked them why they did
not bring the life car up. They said it
was locked np in the station, and they
were afraid to break open the door. I
told them if they would come with me I
would break open tho door and get it
out. Five of them volunteered to go. I
asked them if they saw our signals, and
they said they did, even the very firat
signal. I then walked and ran down the
beach with these men to the station, we
found ho one there, but saw a team com
ing down the beach, which proved to be
that of Sheriff Brinkley, of Dare county.
I broke open the door, got out the mor
tar aud lines, broke open a locker and
found powder aud balls, which Sheriff
Brinkley brought up in his team, but
when I got back to the scene of the
wreck all the masts of the Huron were
gone and no one was on board.
An Arizona Fight.
Says a recent issue of the Prescott
(Arizona) Enterprise Yesterday after
noon quite a ripple of excitement was
created in our usually quiet town by
the appearance of two genuine border
ruffians on our streets. They first made
themselves troublesome at Jackson &
Tomkins' saloon, where they drew their
revolvers and flourished them in a
threatening manner. Col. McCall, who
happened to be there, was covered with
the pistols several times, and told that
if he opened his mouth they would let
daylight through him, and he wisely
kept still. They then began firing at a
dog. and afterward, mounting their
horses, rode down Montezuma street at
a full gallop, yelling like demons and
firing right and left at everything that
showed itself, the bullets whistling in
unpleasant proximity to several persons
who were on the street John Baible's
dog was the only thing hit by them.
Proceeding on down the street, they
stopped on the outskirts of the town and
reloaded their weapons.
Marshal-Standefer and Col. McOall
urmncl thptnaatoam md fot into IJnprsZi'B
barouche and started in pursuit Sheriff
Bowers - and Frank Murray, city mar
shal, also armed themselves nna mount
ing their horses, started alter tiiem.
Standefer and McCall passed tho ruffians
on the other side, and headed them off.
Sheriff Bowers and Murray came up on
this side, and the sheriff ordered tbem
to throw up their hands and surrender,
instead of which they opened fire on
him. Tullo, one of the desperadoes,
fclid off his horse aud fired three shots at
Bowers, all of them coming pretty close,
when a charge of buckshot from the
sheriff's gun brought him down. Mar
shal Standefer also emptied a load into
him. Running across the road, Tullo3
got under the bushes aud commenced to
load his revolver, still refusing to sur
render, when a shot from the sheriff's
revolver stretched him lifeless.' Vaughn,
his companion, kept firing away, but
was soon brought down with a bullet in
his head, but was not killed. . There
was so much shooting going on that it
is almost impossible to tell who fired the
fatal Bhots. The horse Sheriff Bowers
rode was shot iu tho hind quarters. This
was the only harm that befell tho pur
suing party.
Knowing Dogs.
The Austin (Nev.) Reveille says :
Willie Burgess, who drives a team of
sixteen oxen, hauling wood, has a valu
able assistant in an intelligent dog. The
animal is of no particular breed, but
possesses remarkable sagacity. It
knows exactly what position the team
should keep and how the oxen should
go, and ruus by their side and barks at
thorn and lutes their heels when they go
wrong. The cattle seem to understand
what the barks and bites mean, and
obey them as intelligently as they do
the commands and prods with the goad
given by their human driver.
The sight of a dog driving an ox team
is not a new one to the writer of this.
In the early days of White Pine there
was a man engaged in hauling ore down
from Treasure Hill to what is now
Hamilton, who used for that purpose
two ox teams, one ot which he drove
himself and the other was driven by his
dog, a large yellow cur. The road
wound with manv curves down a steep
mountain, bnt all that the man found it
necessary to do was to attend to the
brakes of both teams and guide the
front team, while the oxen were kept in
the road by the dog, which gave its
orders by barks and enforced them by
bites. .
A Novel Swindle.
A pork-packer of Ii lianapolis, while
bartering for a car-load of hogs, re
cently, noticed that the backs of the
hogs were covered with mud, and an
examination of the floor of the car re
vealed to him the fact that tho
alluvial accumulation was not a matter
of accident, but of design, several
hundred pounds of clay of wonderful
adhesive properties having been syste
matically mrown upon me noor ana
dashed with water, to which the hogs.
with their well-known propensity for
wallowing, bad gone with considerable
gusto. He did not like the appearance
of the muddy porkers, and refused to
buy, bnt later in the day ascertained
that the drover had Bold his hogs to
another packer, and was bragging londly
that he had not only saved shrinkage,
but received more than thirty-seven
dollars for the mud whioh enveloped
them. .
A Virginia sheriff asked a murderer if
he wanted to make a speech on the gal
lows, and he replied, "lines not; it
looks like rain, and I don't wait to tret
. . . "IK .1 -
TOUGH TO THE LAST.
Jamplim from a Train and Running-, Hwliu.
mlna and Flahtlns while Wounded.
Deputy Sheriff Edsall, of Chemnng
county, N. Y., was on his way to Roch
ester on an Erie railway train, with
Mike Murphy, a criminal who had been
sentenced to the penitentiary. When
two miles west of Eanonah, and while
the train was. running at the rate of
thirty miles an hour, Murphy jumped
from the car. The train was stopped
as soon as possible. The officer went
back, expecting to find the mangled
body of his prisoner. He found the
ground torn np for twenty-five feet along
the track where Murphy had tumbled
and ploughed through it There was
blood on the ground, but Murphy was
nowhere to be seen. Some men work
ing near said they saw Murphy jump
off, and that he had picked himself up
aud told them the conductor put him
off. He had started across the fields on
a run. He was sighted by the officers
nearly a mile away. The sheriff started
in pursuit. Murphy plunged into Five
Mile creek and swam across, and ran up
along the stream. The sheriff crossed
the stream in the same way, and gained
rapidly on the fugitive. When within
pistol shot he fired at Murphy, who
then jumped into the watea a second
time and crossed back again, and con
tinued up the stream. The officer swam
the creek again. After running half a
mile Murphy again swam the creek, fol
lowed by the sheriff.
Murphy then struck off into the fields
and took the Hammondsport road, which
he finally left and made for a thick piece
of woods. In crossing a rough piece of
ground Murphy fell. He made two
efforts before he could get up. The
sheriff was then so nearly exhausted
that he was unable to go much faster
than a walk. Murphy reached the
woods followed by pistol bulls. The
sheriff had noticed blood at intervals on
the trail. When the officer got into the
woods Murphy was nowhere to bo seen.
The sheriff walked in, when he was soon
almost stunned by a blow across his
neck from a club, and, before he could
torn, he was siezed by Murphy, who
began to shower blows on the officer's
head. The latter managed to free him
self, and made an effort to nee his revol
ver, but Murphy knocked it out of his
hand, and tried to get the weapon him
self. A struggle then began between
the two men for possession of the pistol.
By a lucky chance the officer got the
club Murphy had dropped, and, spring
ing back, he struck him a blow that
felled him to the ground. He then
choked Murphy until the latter was
forced to beg for mercy. Edsall secured
the pistol and marched Murphy in front
ot hlxu Ui -Kanonah station, threatening
to shoot him if he turned ur run. Mm
phy's wunds were in his legs, pieces
ot nesh having been torn out wheu he
jumped from the train. How he man
aged to run four miles, swimming a swift
stream three times, and then offer resis
tance to jiis pursuer, is wonderful.
Fight witli an American Lion.
Tho Kansas City (Mo.) Times says:
There is now ou exhibition in tho Lin-
dell Hotel the rudely stuffed hide of n
very large and ferocious-looking moun
tain lion, which was killed a few weeks
ago iu Hinsdale county, southwest of
Pueblo, Col. Mr. H. J. Minor and a
partner named Henry Shano were en
gaged in running a paek train of burros,
or small Mexican asses, over the moun
tains to the mines in the Sau Juiiu coun
try. They had just gone into camp one
night in Antelope Park when the lion
made its appearance. It appears that
one of the burros had given out from
exhaustion and had been left standing
alone in the snow a short distance from
camp. The animal, although almost
uuablo to move, suddenly gavo evidence
of great terror and alarm and commenced
to bray. Mr. Shane started out of camp
to see what the trouble was. As soon as
he left the circle of the camp-fire a large
mountain lion sprang upon him from a
projecting rock above him, and bore him
to the earth.. His partner. Mr. Minor.
saw the animal spring, and called at once
to Shane to keep still. The lion stood
growling over the prostrate man, with
its two fore feet on his breoet Minor
dropped the ropes he was engaged in
coiling and seized a Winchester rifle and
fared. The animal dropped and Shane
scramolea to his feet and assisted in
despatching the ferocious beast. He
was hurt slightly about the breast where
tue claws bad penetrated the clothing.
The lion is but poorly stuffed, but it is
quite a curiosity. It resembles a very
large cat, ana wouiil measure perhaps
seven feet from the nose to the tip of the
tail. It is the largest and best sjiecimen
of the Rocky Mountain lion species ever
brought to this city.
Lynched by a Texat Mob.
Some three weeks ago says the Hous
ton (Texas) Age, Deputy Sheriff Wil
liams, of Walker county, arrested an
escaped negro convict, and was carrying
him back to nuntsviiie to place him in
the penitentiary. While on the wav
back, the negro requested permission to
stop for some purpose, and the request
was granted by Deputy Williams. The
handcuffs were removed from the negro,
and as quick as lightning he grabbed
the cmoer by the throat and seized his
pistol, with which he shot the officer
twice in the breatt, and with a knife he
then cut the wounded mau s throat and
left him for dead
The horse of the officer returned home
without his master, which excited the
suspicions of friends, and thev iinmedl
ately set out to ascertain what was the
matter, They soon found the bleeding
victim, who, despite the attempt of the
negro, did not die, and from him they
learned of the deadly assault.
A posse was quickly organized by the
citizens, and alter - a long search the
murderous convict was captured. , Pre
parations were made tb make short work
of him. He was informed that he had
to die, and if he desired to say anythini
to ' bay it at once, and he then oonfeesei
that he had murdered, the negro Henry
Pearson at 8pring Station and fled.
Pearson is the same negro for whose
death , Hero . Daltou was tried before
Justice Brashear and virtually acquitted.
The negre was then strung up to a tree
and bung. His Kdy km left banging
rtnetr?9.
Hems Of Interest.
wiw.n a rvilnrado man is asked whether
he likes to be lynched, he says, " I'll be
hanged if I do."
Great Britain now cultivates nearly
1.000,000 fewer acres of wheat than she
did twenty years ago.
A fliirht of butterflies recently passed
through Falls county, Tex. They num
bered into the minions.
A liiVwivinff man named Giles Collins
has been fined five shillings in England
for making a pet of a Colorado beetle.
The income of Great Britain for 1876
. 1 A 1
was abont s)u,uuu,uw, ana oi mm
amount $170,000,000 came from customs
duties on wine and spirits, and excise
duties on spirits, malt and licenses.
It was rough on a fellow to have to
get np in the middle of the night and
hunt, around for another blanket But
it was rougher to find that the blanket
wasn t there.
Saw a sign in a barber's window the
other day, "boots blacked inside.
Couldn't for the life of us think why
anybody wants the inside of his boots
blacked. Should think it would ruin a
fellow's stockings.
1 What is the age of your little boy?"
inquired a venerable gentleman of the
mother of an impertinent youngster.
"The sauce age, of course,' replied tho
mother. The sage saw it
In South Africa rawhide is used as a
substitute for all kinds of cordage. It is
made into the drag ropes for the wagons,
headstalls for the oxen, bridles for the
horses, cordage for thatching the huts,
slips for bottoming the beds, chairs and
stools
Railroad traveling in Franoe is very
safe, according to statistics. Between
1872-75 but one person was killed out of
45,258,270, and one injured in 1,025,860,
while in England during the same period
one was killed in 12,000, and injured in
336,000.
The will of Mrs. Caroline A. Merrill,
the rich New York lady, who, dying the
other day, left nearly $350,000 to Car
dinal McCloskey, is about to be con
tested. Seventeen nieces and nephews
are to be the contestants on the ground
that tho deceased was insane and was
under undue influence when t he will was
made.
An ingenious use of carrier pigeons is
on record. They were employed in Bel
gium to smuggle tobacco into France.
Each bird carried a certain quantity of
the weed, and two dozen pigeons per
day were regularly dispatched. How
long the new industry had been estab
lished is not stated, but one day it came
to grief. A bird was too heavily loaded
and he dropped with his burden, ex-.
hansted, into the Seine. A police in
quiry ICBUlWiU, uutl tliv -nli"lo l o
was exposed. .
"Mr. Editor." said he, producing a
volnminious manuscript, "Ive got a
few remarks here on this silver remone
tization quostion which I'd like you to
publish. I commence by showing that
money is a circulating medium, as it
were, and after proving that the ancient
Hebrews had shekels oi suvor, auu ueiu
ing with the commercial system of the
ancient Phoenicians and Egyptians, wo
take in the classic ages of Crreece and
Rome, when the great sages and philoso
phers " ! nia-ffii
Silting Bull's White Chief.
Tho commission which was sent to
Sitting Bull made an important discoy.
ory in tho tact tnai me warrior na m
his camp a white prisoner, captured at
the Custer massacre. Jjeiore reocmug
Fort Walsh rumors reached the commis
sion that Sitting Bull held some of Cus
ter s men as prisoners, ana alter tne
first conference one of the half-breed
interpreters employed by General Ter
ry visited the camp, and while passing
through, was accosted in English by a
person dressed and painted as a chief,.
who said that his name was msrun
Ryan, who was a corporal iu Company
I, Seventh Cavalry, Colonel Keough's
company, and had been taken a prison
er at the battle ot the jjiwie uig nom
with Custer. Inquiry apparently sub
stantiated his assertion, and the follow
ing facts were ascertained : Ryan's life
had been spared by Sitting Bull him
self, who adopted him into his own fam
ily. Ryan mode several attempts to
escape, but being careinny guaruea was
nusuoojssful, aud on eaoh occasion ho
was severely beaten. lie has now ap
parently accepted the situation, and
Sitting Bull has made him a war chief
aud married Ryan to ono of his own
daughters. Ryan has let his hair grow
long in Indian fashion, dresses as an
Indian, and is known by the Sioux as
the White Chief.
Upon the return of the commission to
St Paul General Terry caused the mus
ter rolls of Company 1, Seventh uavairy,
to be examined, and found that Martin
Ryan's name is borne as corporal, and
that he was present for duty when his
command went into that fatal action of '
June 25, 1876. It was stated by the
friendly Indians that there are several
others of Custer's men prisoners in Sit
ting Bull's camp, but Ryan s case was
the only one which was verified. Sit
ting Ball was asked the question direct
by General Corbin if he took any pris
oners of the Seventh Cavalry, and
answered flatly, " That is none of your
business." .
The Teacher's Overeoat.
The Boston Cummonwealtfi- relates
this school anecdote: M Francis Gardner,
the late head master of the Boston
Latin Sohool, was noted for his economy
of wearing apparol, upon which be
prided hiniselt, and frequently lectured
the boys on the folly of extravagance in
that direction. Oue day he came into
the reoitation-rooin of a lower class, his
well-worn overcoat flapping at his heels,
as usual. The lads', all of whom had
just reached their teens, looked np from
their books to see what was coming.
' D'ye see this coat ?' said the old teacher,
stroking the sleeve of the venerable gar
ment approvingly, and glancing over his
shoulder for the rear effect ' How many
of you boye con say you have worn a
eoat fir forty years, as J have, this?'
There was a general laugh, ia which the
doctor joined, when, a moment later,' it
dawned upon him that bis eoat must have
seen' the Kffht a nnarter of a cenrurv
j before auy of the boys were born " ,