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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher NIL DESPERANDDM. Dollars oer Annum.
VOL. X. RIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA,, THURSDAY, JUNE 17, 1880. NO. 17.
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In the Long Ran.
In the long run Inme finds deserving man.
Tuo lucky wight may prosper for a day,
But in good time true merit leads the van,
And vain pretense, unnotioed, goes its way.
There is no chnnee, no destiny, no late,
Di't fortune smiles on those who work and
wnit,
In the long run.
In the long run all goodly sorrow pays,
There is no better thing than righteous pain,
The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned
days,
Bring sure reward to tortured soul and
brain.
Unmeaning joys enervate in the end,
But sorrow yields a glorious dividend
In the long run.
In tho long run all hidden things are known,
The eye ol truth will penetrate the night,
And good or ill, thy secret shall be known,
However well 'tis guarded lrom the light.
All the unspoken motives ol the breast
Are fathomed by the years and stand contest
In the long run.
In tho long ruji all love is paid by love,
Tho' undervalued by the hearts ol earth;
The great eternal government above
Keeps strict account and will redeem its
work.
Give thy love freely; do not count the cost;
So bcautilul a thing was never lost
In the long run.
Ella Wheeler.
PEG'S PUG.
The father was almost straight nosed,
and the baby was undecided, but all the
rest of tho family (with the exception
of Tug), consisting of the mother and
three elder daughters, were aquiline.
Peg, brown- haired, gray-eyed, cherry
mouthed Peg, was unmistakably pug.
Her nose, I mean, of course. Somebody
says that lovely eyes are as plentiful ns
blackberries, but a handsome nose is
rarely met with. And somebody adds
which is also my own experience that
when met with it usually belongs to nn
intensely stupid person. It seems as
though brains never did go hand in
hand no, that won't do never did
lodge above that's better a faultless
nose.
Peg's pug was not the puggiest kind
of a pug. but with the sauciest little tilt
to it, enough that way to be uuable to
deny its relations. A third or fourth cou
sin, as it were, of the old original pug.
Mrs Thrus'i, Peg's mother a tali
woman, with fair, lusterless hair, rather
prominent liht blue eyes, rosy com
plexion, w:dj tiioulh, and gleaming
white teeth, in all ol which particulars
lur daughters Aurelia, Amanda, and
Arabella closely resembled her had
never ceased to bemoan anH bewail the
fact of Peg's p rr,,' she
was won' ...,) ,. ., Wed
manner at her hus.. e
longed to any of my lazily, .in
Thrush. Some of your ancestors .just
have owned it, ar.d I think they might
have muHi oetter kept it to themselves
instead of he-j'ieatliing it to an unfortu
nate child of mine." During which re
marks, and other of the like nature, the
old captain would retire a moment or
two behind his newspaper or book, and
then emerge with smiling face to bestow
a caress upon the brown-haired little
girl at his t-'nW.
Poor (1 needn't sty poor Peg,
however, for she had the happiest, sun
niest disposition, aud sweetest nature,
and brightest lace in all L lureltown),
on account of her note 1 can see no
other reason became the Cinderella of
the Thrush family. Not that she sat
totally neglected among the ashes, like
the Cinderella ol the old fairy tale for
she was the darling of her lather and
baby sister but s ie i uldlled the duties
of waiting-maid and seamstress to her
elder sisters, thankfully accenting their
cast-off clothing in return for her ser
vices (the captain had but a small in
come lor sj large a family), and she took
almost entire charge of the youngest
who had made her appearance in the
most unexpected manner when Miss
Aurelia was twenty, and she assisted
Lucy.the servant-maid, at odd moments,
and read to her father whenever she got
a chance.
Well, things went on this way Peg's
sisters reading, dressing, walking and
playing the piano and croquet, and Peg
baking, sewing, sweeping, dusting and
taking care of baby Ellie and her father
until Peg was eighteen, and then arose
a great com motion in the quiet country
place in which lhe Thrushes lived.
There had always been a dearth, a
great dearth, of men in Laureltown.
The fact is, all the boys bora in that
beautiful but secluded place rushed
away as soon as they became old
enough tos -ek their fortunes in neigh
boring cities, and with the exception of
Turn it-in Brook, the vestmaker, who
married Jeremiah Toothaker, the black
smith, there had been no one married in
Laureltown for the last eight years. No,
there had not even been an engagement,
let alone a wedding.
But the welcome newsP Three most
eligible men, according to the Laurel
town standard, were coming to spend
the summer among the hills and valleys
of their native place Captain Spark
man, son of Mrs. Sparkniau, of the biz
house; Arthur Thorne, artist, brother
of the two old maids of Honeysuckle
cottage; and David Onion, Esq., tho
wealthy bachelor merchant (woolen
goods, I think) proprietor ol Li'ao
villa. Of these gentlemen, Mr. Onion
had been in Europe for three years, and
before that had never spent more than
a week or two at a time in Laureltown,
Captain Sparkman had only paid flying
visits to his mother and sister lor the
last ten years, and Arthur Thorne had
lived in a Southern State ever since his
nurse carried him away from' the old
fashioned cottage where his sisters still
dwelt. Imagine the excitement when
all three proposed returning together
and staying three months!
And Peg was immediately command
ed to leave father, baby, panor, and
kitchen, and devote herself entirely to
her sisters' service. Old silks were
turned, new morning dresses made,
half worn muslins altered and re
tnmmed. hats
and for a week the old captain never
saw Peg unless he peeped in at the sit-
ling-room aoor, win re she sat smoth
ered in dry goods, and wee Effle cried
bv the hour, and wouid Hot tlA IVkm.
forted, almost breaking the heart of the
Hltie seamscess; out until her tasks
were completed, Peg's task-mistresses
never relaxed their vigilance a moment.
But nt last all that could be done was
done; and then Bella, the least aqui
line and youngest of the three, said,
with a Alight twinge of conscience:
" W hv. Peg has nothing to wear."
"You may have my wbite Swiss,
Peg," said Arabella, still answering her
conscience. "It's torn all across the
back breadth; but you can darn so
nicely, and I never could, and if I could,
I can't bear a darned dress, and you
don't care."
They came. The captain, the artist,
the merchant, and the festivities began.
The first on the list being a croquet
party given by Mrs. Sparkman in
honor of her son a few days after his ar
rival. And the very first guests the old
lady had the pleasure of greeting were
the three elder Misses Thrush.
Peg had been invited, for although
Mrs. Sparkman had only seen her when
her sisters had sent her to borrow or re
turn a book the house boasted of a
voluminous library she had taken a
great fancy to the innocent young face,
and had particularly requested that Peg
should be present.
But Peg had nothing to wear but her
sister Bella.'j cast-off white dress, and
of course that wouldn't do for a croquet
party. So Cinderalla looked with wist
ful eyes, it cannot be denied for what
young girl delights not in music, ice
cream and merry companyP after the
retreating forms of her sisters, arrayed
in their dark grenadines freshened with
knots of blue nnd lavender ribbons,
with their broad-brimmed, quaint
looking hats garnished with grasses,
buttercups and daisies, shading their
aristocratic noses; and then tying her
old flat on her head by passing a faded
crimson scarf one of Aurelias gifts
over the crown and knotting it under
her chin, she took a basket on her arm
and went into the back garden to pick
blackberries for supper. Peg always
had the berry-picking to do, for the
while hands could not be stained and
thorn-torn, and old Lucy had as much
as she couid accomplish in the house.
And as she picked the berries she sang
loud and clear Peg had a voice like a
bird's, full of sweet little trills and
shakes
" 'I love you well, my bonnie maid, my bonnie
ninkl, said he,
' And I have come, this summer day, to ask il
you will be
My own dear wile, my sweet, true wile.' 'Per
haps I will,' said she."
And stopping suddenly to put a thorn
wounded ringer in her mouth, became
aware of a strange face looking down
upon her from over the high fence a
face with dark brown hair, dark brown
eyes and whiskers of the same color.
" I beg pardon hope I haven't fright
ened you," said the voice belonging to
tills face" but may I come in and get
a drink from tho old well I see yonderP
I have been walking fast and am ex
ceedingly thirsty."
" Certainly," said Peg, with a painful
consciousness of her extremely short
calico dress and scoop bonnet; and the
stranger came in, hat in hand.
"I will bring you a glass." said Peg,
drooping toward the ground in a vain
endeavor to lengthen the skirt.
"Oh, no, indeed; this is famous!"
drinking from the bucket; and then, as
he let it fall again, he added, looking
about him with an air of recognition,
" Captain Thrush's place, is it notP"
" Yes," answered Peg.
" Is he at home? How I'd like to see
the dear old boy! Many a dime he's
given mc in days gone by. And I will
sea him, too; though my mothe nnd
sister must be celling me all sorts of
hard names, for they are at this moment
giving a party in my honor. I went to
the city last evening and promised to be
back to-day two hours ago; but I missed
my train, missed the phaeton which
was to have met me at the station, and
missed the road."
"Then you nre Captain SparkmanP"
said Peg, who had forgotten ths shcrt
dress and scoop hat in the delight of
hearing the handsome young fellow call
her father " a dear old boy."
"The same, at your service." said
the captain. "And may I have the
honor "
"Oh, I'm only Peg I mean Mar
garet Thrush."
" be little curly-hearted three-yeav-
old I kissed good-bye the day I left this
place to start upon my wild career! '
exclaimed the young man. " Is it possi
ble? But pray, Miss Margaret, why are
you not at my parly?"
And now Peg was in a dilemma, sne
had never told a falsehood in her life,
bless her innocent voung heart! She
looked at the captain, and she looked
down on the ground, and in her contu
sion began hurriedly eating the berries
she had gathered, wishing lrom the
bottom ol lier heart meanwhile that
Effle would cry but she didn't. The
young man watched her for a moment,
and then coolly intercepting the berry
on the way to her mouth, repeated the
question.
" 1 had no dress to wear," at last said
Peg.
Captain Sparkman burst out laugh
ing. Peg couldn't see why it was no
laughing matter to her: and bis laugh
awakened Peg's father, who was taking
his afternoon nap in his big armchair on
the back porch, and the old gentleman
came out in the garden to find there, to
his great surprisj and delight, the son
of his old chum uud brother officer
Colonel Sparkman. And instead of go
inr straight home, as he should have
done after shaking bane s with bis senior,
the young man marched into the house,
played with EtBe, smoked with his
host and looked at Peg for another
hour, and so arrived at the croquet
party just as it was on the point of
breaking up.
And when Mrs. Thrush and the Misses
Thrush returned with clouded faces
the merchant didn't play croquet, and
the artist flirted abominally with Jenny
Starr and didn't care how he played, and
as I said before the captain only arrived
in time tor an introduction all around
and learned that their rude host had
actually been, while all Laureltown was
waiting to welcome him, wasting his
time with " father, Effie and Peg," thoir
indignation knew no bounds.
" What must he have thoueht of that
pugP" said Amanda, with a sneer. And
then the questions came fast and thick,
and in answering them truthful Peg re
peated the excuse she had offered for
not going to the party.
Ou. what a rating the poor child got!
Just think of it! Four highly aquiline
women scolding at once!
And Cinderalla went sobbing to bed
lhat night, wishing that Captain Spark
man had gone somewhere else for a
drink of water, at the same time that
that gentleman was sitting with his
feet on the window-sill in the smoking,
room gazing at the moon, and saying
to himself: "What a dear, Joliy little
girl! Eyes and mouth lovely, and such
a bewitching, naucy little nose! 'No
dress to wear?' Wish I could give her
half a dozen."
The next morning, at the breakfast
table, you mny be sure the three new
comers to Laureltown were well dis
cussed. "The captain is my favorite," siid
Aurelia. " I suppose father just dragged
him in yesterday."
"Mr. Onion is mine," said Amanda.
"You're welcome to them both,"
proclaimed Bella. " Give me the hand
some artist."
" And we must go for wild flowers"
going for wild flowers admitted of
strolling in many directions in
Laureltown "this morning before the
sun is high, the dining-room vases are
empty," said all three together. "So,
Pei, bring our walking-shoes and hats,
and be quick about it."
" And, Peg," added Amanda, " have
lunch ready at one, and set the tabla
with the best china. We may meet one
of the gentlemen, nnd bring him home
with us."
"And make custards and sponge-cake,"
said Bella.
" And see that the bread and ham are
cut very thin," commanded Amelia.
And away they went, Peg looking
after them again, but this time with no
longing in her eyes, until they dis
appeared at the turn which led past
Lilac house, when she flew to the
kitchen, made the custards and sponge
cake, and then donned her scoop hat,
and a cunning white apron with a bib
and pink pockets, and taking Effie by
the hand, away they went forj wild
flowers " The girls will never remem
ber them," said Peg but not in the
same direction the aquilines had taken,
oh, no, but along a shady lane t hatred
to the foot of a hill where grew many
fragrant, lovely blossoms at their own
sweet wills.
Peg and the baby danced gaylyon
until the place of destination was
reached, and a world of floral wealth
lay before them. Up the hill they toiled,
and stopping midway to gather some
tall brilliant flowers that grew in their
path, the very first stem baby grasped
and pulled at broke off with a jerk in
her tiny hand, and away she rolled
backward down hill until she rolled
into a pair of arms out stretched to catch
her.
" Please, ma'am, here's your baby,"
said the owner of these arms, demurely
raising a pair of violet-blue eyes to Peg's
white face as he placed the child beside
her.
" How can I thank you?" said Peg, in
a trembling voice. " But for you, Eflie
might have been killed."
" I know of no bettor way th an com
ing down into the road immediately "
twirling his long golden mustache
"and then xty mmd will be relieved
about Eflie. Though, if you say so, I'll
stand at the bottom of the hiil with
pleasure until you are quite ready to
descend, so as to be on nand to rescue
her it Bhe tumbles again."
" I think I'll go down," said Peg, the
color coming back to her cheeks.
He held out his hand to assist her
" 1 can take care of myself, thank you,
Mr. Thorne," said Peg.
"Mr. Thorne," repeated he. "How
did you know I was Mr. Thorne?"
" By your eyes, your mustache, and
your hands," said frank young Peg.
Thorne smiled, and looked at her
earnestly. "And you?"
" I'm Margaret Thrush, whose sisters
you met at Airs. Sparkman's yesterday."
" You do not look a bit like them."
" I do not," said Peg, with a sigh.
And they strolled along together, talk
ing plea-santly, until Peg was halfway
home, and tiien he begged her oh, sly
Arthur Thome! to rest awhil", and
let him take a sketch of the baby.
" Please sit down on that bank, Miss
Thrush, end hold her upon your lap,"
he suggested. "I think she will remain
quieter that way."
And the sketch was made. Peg on
the bank leaning against the trunk of
an old tree, her bright face glowing
with purity and mirth, surrounded by
rough breeze-tossed brown curls, peep
ing archly from under the scoop ; and
little Eflie, with curious eyes and sweet
puzzled look, half reclining in her
arms.
" Whv. sou have diawn me tool'
said the girl, rising and looking over
His shoulder. "Do I really look like
that? Elfla is very pretty; but I Oh,
dear, it is a funny nose! Couldn't you
straighten it justa little?"
" Not for worlds !" replied the artist,
with emphnsis.
"Shah you call it 'Wild Country
Girls?"' asked Peg. blushing, tor some-
thing in his tone implied that he liked
the " lunnv nose. '
"No; 1 snail call it ' Wild Flowers
Brown Daisies.' By Jove !" pulling out
his watch, " it's near lunch time. Let
me see you and Eflie home. Miss Mar
garet, and I'll bid you good-afternoon."
And he tied up his sketch book, took
the tired baby in his aims, and thus
thev arrived at Captain '1 brush's door,
And arrived there, it only needed a cor
dial invitation from Peg to induce
Thorne to enter, to the intense aston
ishment of the three elder sisters, who
were already seated at the lunch table
having apparently been unsuccessful
in their search lor wild flowers and
other things, as the vases were still
empty and the guest chairs unoccupied
However, with great self-possession
they managed to conceal their surprise,
and greeted the visitor in the warm'
est manner: and lie, with the boyish
absence ot formality that characterizes
his kind, was perfectly at home in five
minutes, and discussing politics (of
which, be it said in passing, he knew
absolutely nothing) with the father.
adroitly flattered the mother and her
favorite daughters, told stories of im
possible animals to the baby, and ate
Peg's custards and sponge-cake likt-
schoolboy. In short, he made himself
so agreeable that the unanimous verdict
after his departure was, "charming,"
and Bella declared herself wildly in love
with him. But they opened on Peg all
the same.
"Where did she meet Mr. Thome?
Why did she let Effie roll down hill?
Did. she do it on purpose to attract his
attention f Did she wish to utterly dis
grace them t Wasn't it enough that she
had exposed their poverty to Captain
Snarkman P What possessed her to
enter into conversation with an utter
straneer?"
"He spoke to me first," said Peg
" and I had to thank him tor saving
baby's life; and I didn't feel as though
he were an utter stranger, for IV new he
was Miss Thome's brother by his eyes
and his hands and histmtu taehe.
" As you told him, I suppose!" said
Amanda, sarcastically, never dreaming
that the child had really done so.
"Yes," acknowledged honest Peg.
" You did ?" cried her tormentors, in
screaming chorus.
"There. Hint's what comes of vour
pugs!'' exclaimed Mrs. Thrush, fanning
herself excitedly. "And you coaxed
him in to lunch?"
" No. mamma; he came without coax
ing. Was it wrong to ask himP I
thought." turning to her sisters, " that
you went out on purpose t meet some
of them, and bring them ho-ue with you
you couio.
"Oh! hear her t hear her! Mother.
you'd better lock her up," cried Amanda.
' mat is the only way to prevent her
cting like an idiot and hoiden. and
bringing us all to grief."
Peg fled to her room. " I wonder if
he thinks me an idiot and hoiden?" she
said, with burning cheeks.
What he did think was : " She's worth
all three of her sisters. It's a great re
lief to turn to her dear pretty nug-nosed
face after so much aquiline;" and he
took out the sketch and smiled at it,
and artists are very enthusiastic, you
know he actually kissed the face look
ing out of the scoop hat full of child-like
trust and happiness.
Poor Peg was kept a prisoner in her
own room for three long days ; but at
the end of that time, partly because
the old captain, summoning courage,
peremptorily demanded the release of
ns darling, partly Decause they were
enioving themselves so much thev
could afford to be generous, and mostly
because they could not do without her
nimble feet and fingers, the aquiline
party magnanimously forgave her, and
eg was tree once more.
And with another twinge of con
science Bella actually proposed one day.
after Peg had spent the whole morn
ing in ironing their flounced and ruffled
finery, that she should nccompany her
sisters to the musical party to be given
at the old bachelor's that evening.
"She can wear the white dress I gave
her, nnd, Relia, you can let her have
your pink sash to drape over the darn.
and vou. Amanda, can lewd her vour
jet necklace and bracelets."
" wen," said Aurelia, witn tne air ot
one granting a very great favor, "if
she'll promise to remain in a corner
all the evening, and it any one should
speak to her, make none ot her absurd
remarks, I've no objection."
" Nor I. and with a few flowers in
her hair, and my gray gloves they're
too large for me clie'll do in a corner,"
chimed in the amiable Amanda.
So Pec cut new rosettes on the tips of
her slippers where they had begun to
wear, and worked over the faded em
broidery on a pair of silk stockings
Aurelia loaned her, and looped up her
white overskirt here and there with
sprays of honeysuckle vine, and was as
happy as her three sisters with their
line organdies, to purchase which their
fa' her liad to go without a new coat and
hat that summer, if not happier.
And when she came shyly after them
into the music-room of Lilac house, she
looked indeed " a sweet wild flower,"
a sunny-faced brown daisy.'
And so thought David Onion, Esq.;
and while he saluted the others with a
ourtly bow, lie held out his hand to
he little stranger, and led her to a seat
near the piano.
"Why have we never met before,
Miss Margaret P" he said, as soon as she
was tcated. "Did it need a musical
temptation to lure you from your seclu
sion? For that you love music your
tee plainly tells me."
"Indeed I do," said Peg; and Mr.
Thorne appearing, the host left her to
welcome other guests, but not to stay
away long; oh, no, but to come back at
short intervals to chat pleasantly with
and gaze admiringly upon dear, happy
l ? . . -. l . 1 ! -1 l.
iiuie i eg me wnoic evening uirougu.
And Peg did not remain in a corner
her sisters intended she should.
Quite tho contrary, I assure you. And,
what's of much more consequence, the
three eligibles were devoted to her.
And a lew weeks after that musical
party there were three proposals in one
iiouse in one day in Laureltown. Such
a thing had never been heard of before,
nnd probably never will be heard of
gain. And they were all to Peg. the
' disgrace to her family," the " idiot
nnd hoiden." the "nug nosed!" And
as
she couldn t accept them all, she
said: "I'm very, v
ery Borry, to wr.
Onion and Captain Sp
iparkman, and held
up her sweet mouth for a kiss to Arthur
Thorne. the artist
" Well, after thi3 nothing will ever
astonish us," proclaimed the aquilines,
and the old father went about onenlv
exulting, and baby Effie joyfully sang
over and over again, " l's doin wiff my
peg. my ires, mv reg!
And Peg was married m beotember.
and went away with her husband to the
great metropolis, where she became the
pet and delight or an tue good leiiows
who throng the studio buildings. But
every summer she returns to Laurel
town, to pay a long visit to her sisters-
in-law. who. improbable as it mav
seem, love her better than any one in
the world, excepting, of course, their
brother. Harpers Wukly
Urat e of tne Author of " Home, Sneet
Home."
A letter from Tunis, Africa, savs
I must tell you of our visit to the Prot
estant cemeterv to see the grave of
John Howard Payne, the Immortal
author ot " Home, Sweet Home." Thij
man, who never knew the joys of real
home died alore and unhappy in this
far-off land. We called UDon our
American consul at Tunis, who told us
some interesting things in connection
with the last years ol our unfortunate
countryman, who died in the same
room in which we were then sitting.
in a smalt inciosure, planted with
cypress tress, and shut in with high
walls, we found this quiet resting place
of the dead, among many tombs of
foreign consuls, English, German and
other nationalities. Our attention was
first attracted to the plain white mar
ble slab, resting on a square founda
tion, and overhung by an immense
Eepper tree, whose long graceful
ranches reminded us of the weeping
willow of our own land. We stood
with uncovered heads as we read this
simple inscription :
" Joum Howard Payne,
. Twioe Consul ol the United States,
Died April 1, 1852.
Born at Boston, June 8, 1792.
' Sure, when the gentle spirit fled
To realms beyond the azure dome,
With arms outstretched, God's aueul said.
Welcome to Heaven's Home, Sweet Home.'"
Mexico, with its vast and productive
territory has only 681 miles .of railway
in operation.
TIMELY TOPICS.
The iron workers of England include
110,000 laborers in fnrnaoesand forges,
160,000 in the manu'aifuro of machin
ery. 5,500 in steel works, 48,000 in ship
building, nnd about 200,000 in various
branches of iron and steel manufac
ture, making about 570,000 in all. The
mining population is about 630,000, and
the laborers in cotton mills about
600,000.
Twenty years ago the deepest mining
shafts in the world reached only about
2,000 feet below the surface. The very
deepest, we believe, was a metalliferous
mine in Hanover, which has been car
ried down to the depth of 2,900 feet.
The deepest perpendicular shaft to-day
is the Adelbert shaft in a silver-lead
mine in Prizibram.in Bohemia, which,
in May last, had reached the depth of
1,000 meters 3,280 feet.
An incident which occurred recently
in Paris shows with what aversion com
pulsory military service is regarded by
industrial classes in France. A young
seller of sponges, aged twenty-one,
shot himself with a revolver in prefer
ence to taking his turn of military ser
vice according to law. Death was in
stantaneous. Sherrard Clemens, who died in a St.
Louis hospital a short time ago, was a
notable figure in the politics of twenty
years ago. He represented a Virginia
district in the Thirty-fifth and Thirty
sixth Congresses and was one of the
most promising orators of his day. In
1856 he fought a duel witn v. Jennings
Wise, son of Henrv A. Wise, receiving
a wound that lamed him for life. Wise,
who was also a man of brilliant talents,
edited the Richmond Enquirer, lived to
be killed in the Confederate service, at
Roanoke island. Clemens never for
gave himself for his part in the duel,
being at heart opposed to that method
of settling disputes. The last years of
his hie were passed in obscurity.
Tristan d'Acunha is the name of a
small group of islands lying midway be
tween South America and tne a mean
ccast. Two years ago the ship Mabel
Clark was wrecked on one of these
islands, nnd the crew kindly rescued by
the islanders, for which noble conduct
they received a suitable reward from
the Unitod States government. These
islanders are estimated at 109 in num
ber, mostly decendants of one Hayes, an
English corporal, and one of a garrison
placed there by Great Britain while
Napoleon was a prisoner at St. Helena.
There have been but four deaths there
in thirteen vears. snvs the Foreign Mis
sionary, and no deam in miancy nas
ever been known on tlie lsiana, even
though no vermifuge or soothing syrup
was ever Known to mose motnerj ana
nurses. The greatest want leit there is
that of a missionary or some clergyman,
whose services are much desired, and
for whom not a few would-be brides
and bridegrooms are anxiously waiting.
Tho Argentine Republic, in which
civil war is reported to have broken
out, is a confederation ot the Kio de la
Plata, fourteen stales or provinces con
taining a population in 1870 of about
1,800,000. Its area is some 543,000
squarelmiles, and it is situated between
Bolivia on tue norm and l'ntagonia on
the south, tlie latter country being
claimed as pait of its possessioi.s
There are in the Republic about 200,
000 foreigners Americans, Italians,
Spaniards, French, English, Swiss and
Germans. Except the Andes, in the
west, and other mountainous ranges
in the northwest, the whole region is
eomnosed of vat Dlains. covered alter
nately with rich pasturage and Huge
thistles. Tlie climate is both temperate
and tropical. As agriculture is very
backward, less than 1-1,000 of the soil
beinsr under cultivation, rearing live
Ltock is the chief employment ot t'e
people. Millions of cattle graze on the
plain, along with great herds of mules
and horses. Mines of rock salt, which
plentifully incrusts the broad levels, nre
ol mucii oenent to me roaming ueasts.
The name, iiiver of bilver, is a misno
mer, though silver, witii goio, copper,
-u p"" ,luuv"r a". i " it..
exieni, nai mo
mining has yet been done.
How Russian Peasants Killed a Witch.
The Penza Provincial Journal, a RuS'
sian uaner. savs : In the village oi Aior
dovskv Parok lived a woman, Agra
phena Chindaykina, known among tue
village population as a witch. This
oninion she rather encouraged man
otherwise, reaping suDstanuai proms
from her alleged witchcraft. In order
to keep up her dangerous reputation
Agraphena, from time to time, appeared
at midnight, her hair disheveled, and
in a white dress, walking ia the streets
and even entering the yards ol-tlie peas
ants. In the night of May 3 Agraphena
was discovered in the cellar ol one oi
her neighbors. Enraged at the thought
of the troubles that might ensue from
her visit, he furiously assaulted her,
grasping her by the hair and beating her
mf rciiessiv witu a ience buikc, wmcu is
popularly held to be the only effective
weapon against witches and sorcerers.
The members of the family rushed out
of the house at his outcry, and took an
active part in the chastisement: oi agra
phena. i ney dragged ner Dy uer uair
over the cround. and inflicted number
less blows with sticks, men tne neigu-
bors, aroused by the confusion, appeared
on the scene. In order to prevent tho
witch from mysteriously vanishing, the
peasants tied her firmly to a pillar with
old rein9, which, according to the cur
rent notions, witches are uname to
loosen. The husband of Agraphena and
her father-in-law used their utmost el-
forts to Daciiv the villagers and to save
the life of the wretched woman. But
all was in vain. The enraged populace
shouted : " Beat her squarely, break her
arms and legs!" And the beating was
resumed with an increased lerccity.
At last the local authorities made their
no ucm C&Ul-'V iUU V U It ClU V LAVA VU VAAv OLM US.V
work, but it was too late to save the
lifn l A omnium a When untied from
the pillar,
corpse.
she fell on the ground a
Tho average speaker uses 120 words a
minute. John Sherman once delivered
a speech at the average of 170 words a
minute, ana uen riiman reported it so
plainly in phonogiaphy that his wife
iuu wns recently cremaieuj copied
the signs into longhand without having
ura a word oi K,
Remains of a Wiant Race in Ohio.
A correspondent of the Cincinnati
Enquirer, writing about the remains of
a giant met found in Mushingum
county, Ohio, cays: The mound in
which these remarkable discoveries
were made was about sixty-four feet
long and thirty-five feet wide, top
measurement, and gently sloped down
to the hill where it was situated. A
number of stumps of trees were found on
the slope, standing in two rows, and on
the top ot the mound were an oak and a
hickory stump, all of which bore marks
of great age. All the skeletons were
found on a level with the hill, and about
eight feet from the top of the mound.
Now to a more particular description of
these antiquated remains :
In one grave there were two skeletons
one male and one female. The female
face was looking (downward, the male
being immediate. y on top, with the face
looking upward. The male skeleton
measured nine feet in length, and the
female eight feet.
In another grave were also found two
skeletons male and female with the
female face looking upward and the
the male face looking downward. The
male frame in this case was nine feet
four inches in length and the female
eight feet.
In another grave was found a female
skeleton which was incased in a clay
coffin, holding in her arms the skeleton
of a child three feet and a half long, by
the side of which was an image, which,
upon being exposed to the atmosphere,
crumbled rapidly.
The remaining seven were found in
single graves, and were lying on their
sides. The smallest of the seven was
nine leet in length, and the largest ten.
One single circumstance connected with
this discovery was the fact that not a
single tooth was found in either mouth
except in the one incased in the clay
cofl'in.
On the south end of the mound was
erected a stone altar, four feet and a half
wide and twelve feet long, built on an
earthen foundation nearly four feet high,
having in the middle two large flag
stones, upon which sacrifices were un
doubtedly made, for upon them were
found charred bones, cinders end ashes.
This was covered by about three feet of
earth. This excavation was made un
der the direction of the Muskingum
County Historical s ciety, and the things
alluded to in this letter, or dispatch, can
be verified by a number of witnesses
who were present and watched the
work as it progressed. It was pursued
with great interest and diligence, there
being the strongest incentive to prose
cute the investigation, for such remark
able developments in mound-opening
are very rara, and are therefore fasci
nating in the extreme, ineir tuture
labors were also rewarded with ad-
d itionalldevelopments. which, if they
1 . . 1 J .1 - L J 1 1 " -1 . t
no not mrovv nuuiuuum ukui upon
this giant race olpeople that once in
habited this country, will at least
stimulate research.
What is now a profound mystery tho
result of the excavation may in time
become the kev to unlock still further
n.ysleries that centuries ago were com
monplace affairs. I refer to a stone
that wns found resting against the head
of the clay coffin above described. It is
an irregular-shaped red sandstone,
weighing about eighteen pounds, being
strongly impregnated with oxide of
iron, and bearing upon one side two
lines ol hieroglyphics.
A Ship's Collision With an Iceberg.
Captain Nyberg, of the Russian bark
Condor.tt ld a reporter ol a thrilling ex
perience wuiieon tne voyr.ee to iew
York. It was during a heavy fog, he
taid, nnd a sailor mimed Harigo was
making the main royal last, when sua
dmlv theie came a cry from the look
out in the bow, to " keep her off." Mv
nephew.W . Nyberg, is mate nnd was at
the wheel at the moment. He instantly
obeyed the warning, which was echoed
by the alter watcii.
At that moment I came out of my
cabin by the after companion way, and.
as it seemed to mc, in that exact second
of time the crash came. The bark was
moving at about the rate of four knots.
and fortunately obeyed her helm read
ily, else we would have struck tho 'berg
....i l .i i .i
have gone to the bottom. As it was
8he sheered off so that s
she struck first
with her port cathead, broke the chain
and whirled the anchor upon deck. At
the same time her maintopsail ynrdarm
smashed into the 'berg, as did the lore
topgallant mast and the mizzen top
mast. lue great pressure against ner
yards caused the masts to bend and the
vessel to keel over on her side partially,
and as she did so the main chain plates
on the port side struck the 'berg with
tern he lorce, parting her lanyards and
allowing the mainmast to go by the
hoard, it came down with all the top
hamper over her side, and the mizzen
topmast and the fore topgallant went
along.
It all seemed to be over in two or
three seconds, before wo could dc any
thing, even to shelter ourselvr s from the
falling mass or utter a cry oi warning.
The bark rolled on her side on a big
wave, with the weight ol the mast ami
all that clung to it dragging her over,
and it looked as it we were gomg to
capsize, but happily she righted, axes
were quickly brought, and the wreck
was cut away una we were saved.
Under the lumber of the fallen rigging,
close by tho Btarboard rail amidships,
we lound Harigo tuo man who nau
been on the main rovai lving senseless
Near him was an Irish boy named Tom
Hatlerty.one ot the crew, with a Diokin
lei?. Nobody else was hurt
in addition to uie injury to ner ng-
cring. the vessel suuered severely
Thirty leet of the port rail, stanchions
and waterway were carried off, and the
inmrv where the struck nrst was verv
serious. Still, we patched things up as
well as we could, and managed to get
into Dort all right.
llaneo had no bones broken, but was
badly bruised and suffered some serious
internal imurics from his fall. A week
afterward he waked up sensible for the
first time since the accident, and wanted
to know what had happened. He had
iiti .11 . .
not fthe 'berg, and knew nothing of
wuat unu uuik uiui
Now both he and
the Irish boy are doing well. None of
us on deck, though we tried to do so.
could make out the height or the width
of that iceberg, it was so enormous.
During the cast vear thirtv divers
the pearl fishery ol the Persian gulf
. r .
their lives, most of them by sharks, trul park, thriving, contented, andcroing
The value of the pearls taken in the honor by the wisdom of her jPouuu-
Persian gulf in 187tf is estimated
11,400,000.
Watching the Dawn.
The shadows fill the vale below,
The mountain tops are all aglow,
The dew is clingtng to the thorn,
Tho lark salutes the rosy morn;
(Vith fragrance all the air made sweet
A dawn with perfect charms replete t
The clouds in pearly vapors lie,
A slumb'ring silence fills the sky;
Still wider grows the harbor-bar,
Still dimmer grows the morning star.
How like tho mazy fancies of a dream
This solt bewilderment of shade and sheen!
Frank H. Stavffer, in Golden Dayt.
ITEMS OF INTEREST
The early cucumber catches the best
cramps.
In California there are about 800,000
cattle and 8,000,000 sheep.
Take care of the onions and the scents
will take care of themselves.
Advice to a young man who is about
to settle down Settle up. Kokomo
Tribune.
"A new broom sweeps clean." It
has been known to sweep a huaband
clean out of the house. Danielsonville
Herald.
Boston has about five thousand stu
dents of elocution and oratory. Many
of them study only for the purposes of
private life.
Two hundred and seventy-two trains
arrive at and depart from Chicago every
twenty-four hours. Forty-four railroads
have olhces in that city.
A man living at Rimmorsburg, Pa.,
is the father of thirty-four children,
twenty of whom ".re living Nine were
burned to death at one time.
The first real discoverer of copper on
Lake Superior, whose exploration led
to the development of the Cliff mine,
is now an old and poor man, living on
eharitv. in an obscure village in the
Wisconsin lead region.
John R. Smith, the coroner of Mont
gomery county, Ky., was found dead on
a fence near his home, and is supposed
to have died of strangulation caused by
his clothes becoming lastened to the
fence as he was climbing over it.
The total cost of the Gothard tunnel.
the most gigantic work of the kind in
the world, will not exceed $10,000,000.
It has been very costly of human hie as
well as money, no less than 150 work
men having been killed, and 400 dis
abled during its construction,
James Fisk. of Brattleboro. Vermont.
the father of James Fisk, Jr., has gone
to Michigan to enter the show business.
Ills show is a unique anair, combining
a golden chariot and a tent for holding
religious meetings and for exhibiting a
harness which he has invented.
Going home from church, she re
marked to her husband: "Did you
notice that baldheaded man in front of
us, and how young he looked ? I never
saw any one so young before, with a
ualrthcad." Then he shut her up by
replying: "My dear, 1 was bnldheaded
helbre I was a year old." Syracuse
Sunday Times.
One of the prodigies brought into
notice by the exposition at Nashville is
a boy only five years old who is able to
read promiscuously in books and news
papers, never stopping to spell a word.
emphasizing well and enunciating
slowly and distinctly, like a well-edu
cated man. His name is W. 0. L. Wet-
more, and his home Wilson county.
Humming birds arc verv skillful and se
cretive in their nest-building. A Georgia
faper thus desci lbesone of their abodes :
t was set upon tho limb of a tree the
thickness ol a' man's thumb, and wns
coated outside with the moss of nn oak
so as perfectly to represent a knot. It
was nbout the size of a large hickory
nut, an inch high, and constructed of
cotton nnd hair. It contained two little
while eggs about the size of a common
snap bean.
The clipper ship Wandering Jew.
which has made the passage between
Hong Kong and San Francisco in thirty
three days, the quickest run on record, in
tcbruary last, touched at Pitcairn's
island, twenty-three days out from San
Francisso. The Pitcairns, it will bo re
membered, are descendants ot the muti
neers of the English ship Bounty and
their Tahitian wives. They exchanged
hospitalities with the crew of the clipper
ship. The lady passengers were delighted
with their visi on shore, snd brought
away many interesting presents. A
present ot a barrel of beef, another of
Hour, and a third ot bread, made the
Pitcairns happy, who. in return, gave
generous gifts of fruits and fowls.
Did you ever notice the little rag-
muffin in tho street with a supremely
dirty face t Taffy, bread and butter
and molasses form the groundwork for
the accumulation of dust and grime.
nnd liia cheeks look like twin maps of
the oceanic archipelago; his hands and
wrists look like animated tree roots,
they are so dirty, and his feet and
ankles partake ot the mud they contact
with. Of course you've noticed him.
And he is the lightest-hearted bunch of
human nature you ever saw. Dirt
doesn't strike any deeper than beauty,
and within his heart is as clean a little
soul, and a great dealireer one, as ever
grew inside the neatest and slickest
young devotee ot soap and water that
ever lived, washed and suffered. Hew
Haven Register .
Land Birds at Sea.
During a recent Dassage of the White
Star steamer Germanic from Liverpool
to New York, and when about one thou
sand miles from Queenstown, a strange
bird was discovered in the rigging. J. he
sailors and passengers endeavored to
catch it, but without su cess, until Dr.
C. W. Uou, ot this city, one ol the pas
sengers, came on deck, when the bird at
once new into his hnds. lhe doctor
cared for it, and upon the arrival ot the
steamer presented the bird to tne col
lection at the Central park. The bird
is known as the whimbrel a peculiar
land bird resembling the curlew in habits
and about the size of a prairie hen, black
and gray plumage, wings like a bat, with
a long whalebone-like bill in snape
similar to that of a woodcock. Great
interest was attached to the bird by the
officers of the- ship from the fact of its
being aland bird found so far at sea, with
wings but poorly calculated to sustain it
for any length of time.
Tl,. nnl Vata V 1 H mini n-oH nnriat
similar circumstances in midocear. last
in autumn bvone of the crew of the W hits
lost I Star steamer Celtic, is sua at tne fjy
i " ,. . .it . s
at I nance to the name she bears.
'American.
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