jDcuoteb to $) olitics, Citcmtuix, Agriculture, Science, Jilovaliti), anb (fkneva! Intelligence. 3' lint v VOL 15. STROUDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA. MAY 31, 855. NO. 28, 1 r i r Published by Theodore School. terms-two doii.irsncr annum in advancf---Two tlollars and a quarter, half yearlv ami if not paid be- fatethcendofthcycar.TwodoHarsandahalf. No papers discontinued until ail arrearages arc paid, ' irJdvctti"cPmcn --W! b5-iJIscrrt?! threc uurcks ,or -ine d?llar-:,,ld lucnty-fivc cents for every subsequent insertion. The charge for one and three insertions the same. A liber- amffiSaSSSrms,bePoJ pR,d' ! JOB PRINTISG. Having a general assortment of large, elegant, plain ! , a tui ornamental l ype. wc are prepared to execute every description of cards, circuhrs inii Heads, Kotes, niank ncecipts; Justices, Legal and other. Blanks. Pamphlets, fcc. vnntcd uh neatness and despatch, on reasonable crms AT THE OFFICE OF Be Careful of Your Money. When life is full of health and glee,. Work, work, as busy as a bee ! And take this gentle hint from me Be careful of your money J Voii'l! find it true, that friends arc few When you arc short of money I The single grain cast in the mold May spring and give a hundred fold; More precious than its weight in gold ! 33e careful of your money ! The grain you sow to stacks may grow; "Be careful of your money ! Cut do not shut sweet Mercy's doors When sorrow pleads or want implore?; To help to heal .Misfortune'; sore Je careful of your money ! To help the poor who seek your door, 33c careful of your money ! Would yot: e?cape the beggar's lot, The death-bed of the tippling sot, And live in sweet contentment's cot! lie careful of your money ! And ifyou need a friend indeed, Be careful of your money I MARY CARROL ; Or, THE LOST CLASP-KNIFE. CHAPTER I. THE MURDER. AN ARREST. It was a wild, rugged scene, near the western shore of Louh xseagh, in the . countrv of Tyrone, and in the northern part of Ireland. To the left, stretching ( :iwav from the banks of the lake, was a dark bosr, over which, in close-tangled masses, grew the rank morass wild wood, It was just at nightfall that a wayworn He saw the full force ot the circumstances peddler entered upon the dubious foot-'under which he had been found, and he track that led through the bog, and from knew how summary was the method in the confidence with which he trusted to j which such cases were disposed of by the Iii3 knowledge of the way one might have; courts. supposed that he had often traveled it. His way was towards Londonderry, and as he found himself in the midst of the gloomy wild wood he began to whtle a low tune by way of enlivening the scene, j At pome spots, where the flanking of lithe j shrubbery was quite sparse, the ground j trembled and shook beneath the pcdler's iread, but he felt sure, or knew, that he was in the right track, and he kept stead ily on. Not lone after he had disappeared frein sisht in the intricate windings of the path, any one stanaing upon the edge of the bog might have heard a sudden rustling . of the distant wild wood, as though some . one had rushed hastily through it. Ihen came a snori scume. a Euarp cry ui uaiu., " . . a few deep croans, and then for a few! . , . iJi0 ,ur,irn -c f t, o .!, t n iceived in many brawls and drunken rows. moments all was still. In five minutes cei " , J ,.. more mere v,u& aiiuiuui iusuiu m 'i there was another rustling in the, Ul ushes, a heavy fall, and ere long after- wards a man emerged from the bog path , and stood a few seconds upon the hard ground. He was not the pedler, and yet pc,i. , auu ledlcrspack. it hi'i) and be- c i' j lie bore in bis hand the pe JTn onnil ftrmtiouslv aLout . c - j sng satisnea iuai an w j a little out of (he way sealed himself up- on the grass, opened the pack, and began; to overhaul its contents. j, U!s ma ,u V' Ma i shan,t ieave you for I a neighbor's house, and then she turned; man as he seemed to have examined all ( an know and gball , and looked towardg hcr 0WQ cot Sbe its contents. I ye done that job for be m yQu bQ jgaw Ga Bagroon just stepping into nothing I vc sold my soul for a miser- ( j mj. hfc bay(; bad , tho & and pb(J CQU,d scc th h the; ttr LI.- aaIo w- mitltrtVrtH tlm i II ' ,,F -..i ... r.'your pretty hand long he had heard a noise in the hog and jvith n hasty step he hurried off towaras a .. i i . c. .1 i o ir rk rr i in Knurini ;t i. i Not long after the man had left the c it i. path ano her man, and he bore a heavy bodv in his arms. When ho reached a ujFuuu -r --0 smfcublc reslinT place he laid his burden huiuioic rt-ini0 down upon the grass. It was the bloody upon tue g corpse of the pedler. C.T) 'ST !' mnrmnrnfl tho rnillltr r i, wnc rnnld lvfrvfi , , ., . J . P . , ' i:r? mu nau the ucart 10 taice your jui; : auiu - could have been but a few more years for , , ii.ti.nvn1 vnn nn onrth. and surclv thev micht have, ift ii aj, u-Wiln-v ThT left you those. Ah, u hats tin. -luy, left y 51 n ttr T 1?vv Holv saints. thev'.VO 1-1. ' -Ue. fnr lw,i1.,Urtcfnrn as v ' J J you carried; apd it can't have been long, cither, for your blood is warm from the , heart!" ' j The young man knelt down and pulled nparfc the bits of lace aud ribbon, the pin-' papers and the little cushions, and while' he yet gazed vacantly upon them, at the same timo murmuring sadly to himself, ' ho was startled by a heavy tread of feet liMnd him. He looked up-and saw three utoufc men standing over him. "Corney Drake !" said one of them in - . , 1 I II"1 nA ClnA tones ot rank astonisiiuiuiiu uuuu uvu, js this you ?" t:Ycs it is nic;" returned the young ma", "sing to lis fcot, "and this" ' fie stopped and turned pale with fear. The idea rnmp thundorino' lition him liif ; T " CamC luunacnng uPon uim ",,at he mieht he thought the murderer. lie read the conviction in the faces of the men who had found him in his present .... r Situation. 'A1). CorDcy. no ndcr Ju .itate. Wc never could have believed this of you." "Believed what? ' wildly exclaimed the young man ".Look at this, slowly returned theoth- "I see it. It is poor old Macdull: but T ,. , -i t ii i j 1 did not murder him. 1 call on bod to wWnnns llinf T linrl Tift linnr? in if. " I "Don't call on God with a lie in your ' month Corney Drake. Look at your hands. Look at your clothes. They're J "Ah, you could tell of dark deeds e all blood. And feel of the corpse, too, .nough, I ween. Ha, what's that?" ' it's warm." J "Whcre?"uttered Bagroon, with a quick ! "I found it in the bog. I was coming , start. 'home from the other side, and I stumbled j "There!" said Mary, laying her finger J against it, and I brought it up here. No upon a dark spot on his shirt-sleeve. hand of mine harmed him." ; "But the pack, Corney, what were : you doing with that!" ' : "It was here just where I laid down J the body." "And the things? You were making 'mighty free with 'em when we came up, Corney." "T only was looking to see what " "Don't hesitate." "Well, it was natural curiosity that made me look at them. You would have doue it, Phil Kanaugh." "Perhaps I might; but I couldn't have found it in my heart to have done that!" i "0, God, 1 did not do it! You know 1 1 could not have done it. I found him ' murdered in the bog, and I brought him up here; aud here I found his pack torn open, ana tne tumgs an scauereu auoui attered about as true as ho- 'Tis true, what I tell you ly writ." "I hope it is, Corney, but the deed looks dark against you. You'll go to the village with us." "Yes. That's where I intended to go "Phil Kanaugh," said one of the oth- lers, 'wnat suan wc ao wun tue ooq-ji 'stay and watch it. KJ 1U ISW A v V MUX V . J V M " The coroner must see it here iust as wc found it. Come, Corney.' Corney Drake turned one more look up0n the murdered pedler, then he gazed upon his blood-stained hands, and with a heavy heart he followed his companions, CHAPTER II. MARY CARROL AND HER VISITOR. n i :.n;fi The remainder ot his sentence was Marrv Carrol was an orphan, just litt- i . . , . , . , i - i -u re i . i,,i i spoken in a silent language by the draw ins; her head into beautiful womanhood. ' rvo- a t j Tl ... t r .ix -i,- cnf i inff of a large knife. At another time It was at the cool of evening that she svt 1 & . , ,6 , , r . , . , . , , . c i . Mary might have been frightened into upon the door-stone of her neat cottage, t , . 9 , r , , r . c jf ' implicit obedience, but now her soul was and over her fair features was spread a " . ' , , . , - , j , cu t,,j , fired, her every nerve and muscle was cloud cf despondent agony She he rd J footsteps approaching her cot and lifting g st'rUggledin her bosom; her eyes she saw the yct for an instaDt cool. JJUI? 1 UUiJ. iiu a duuuuci cjc , a stou t feU ow but be ook. ed r Th re was !n ? J . K. , . r , i, . i J .. , , cOT.c ,w :i 1 1 1 1 1 1 i .hi: 1 1 1 7 1 a; ii ii nii.i iiu.i iiLiii kj luuu , , ... i i j . , 'n ' . . j; -Pi " J , - n" i - ,mn;nc . ; mes h ft bad oQ . . , . fi tercd i " o , G C Bagroon." (l,vJ. . . J v , A T rbis 13 n wa' dan,nS and herc 1 choose to stay for the present." choose to stay lor the pr u sl' bcrc tbeQ- x sLall g0. IVe . Caspar that I bave not & - t nm m;cnr,wn t fc fc lg fornow C r roon yoa never could have had my h nd. I bate y'ou, and I always drd. Corney Drake :'an t guilty of that muruer, ana muy uun i uuuviw mm. t it ii : t Uo , T)eace " t - ft Carrol, you don't ,'.'.' 1 n ' f-.. -n-i. . J. J , , , , 1S gUiity of the murder, aud he s been & , j proved t?o. I "It's a lie !" "Hold your tongue, Mary. It s no lie He has been convicted and he is coins to uc "uua . 'Mary Carrol nrasped Bagroon by the ""v.r , fa.,,1, . . f . , J arrai and iooked wildly into uis iace. e.U.. i;a-, f!nrTnrnnn 13? uuipuuv-v- 6.vr "JtinSiailU. UUllil) .au. Wi.,u scnicncca uiw , j week he 11 be hung, "No, no! they shan't hang him!" cried the half-frantic girl. "Corney never did that murder. It wasn't in his heart." "Peace, Mary. Young Drake can be nothing to you now." "Yes, he can. Ho can be everything." "But he shan't, though," uttered the dark man. at the samo time craspina hold of the excited girl with a rough grip. "Now listen to me, Mary Carrol. You've ! 1 In m rxiltm nml ...Inn ... 1 1 l.n ? . ! uu iu uu tuiuv-, auu imuu uu auuu uv SPC a Pow'cra of heaven and earth. . I've set my very fou! on possessing you, and I don't care if I lose that soul in the getting of you !" Bagroon looked pale and haggard his , hlack eyes shot forth streams of fire his teeth were orating together, and his , breath came hot and quick. Poor Mary - . , , , rn n i Ai . i J was frightened, bhe was a Stout-hearted and true-hearted girl, but she knew that Caspar Bagroon was a fearful man, and she knew that he would do anything to gam his ends. ''Let go of me !" she shrieked. "Let go or me, Uaspar iJagroon. 1 can never "Hush, Mary Carrol," interrupted -n ' i , ' ,.t t Bagroon,m a hoarse whisper, "lam not I n mnn in Tin tlivrn rf orl T pnnlfl fpll vnil : some things that would open your eyes to ! your own fate." "It s nothing." . j "It's blood, Caspar Bagroon. It's ! blood!" J "You lie ! It isn't blood !" j The villain hurled Mary from him as he spoke, and his face turned to o livid ; hue. He trembled at every joint, and his J eyes glared wildly upon the dark stain. It isn't blood ! You lie, Mary Carrol; there is no blood on me 1" It seemed as though at that moment' some mighty power descended upon Mary Carrol, for she grew suddenly calm, and with a steady gaze she looked upon the man before hei "It is blood," she slowly, firmly utter ed, "and you know it. There s blood up- on your hand, too." "Where?" grasped Bagroon, gazing quickly at both his hands. "There is no blood there. Out upon your trickery. I My hands are clean." "They are not clean," said Mary, sus tained by a strange power, "nor can all the waters in Lough Neagh make them so." Caspar Bagroon foamed at the month, and in a frenzy of mad wrath he sprang forward and grasped the girl onco more by the arm. "Now hold that tongue of thine," he yelled. "I want no more of it. You are mine, Mary Carrol. Mine mine! I have loved you as I never loved a hu man being before, but by the holy saints, .'you can turn that love to madness, j may " You At this moment Ma?y broke from his grasp and leaped towards the door. She sprang into the garden, and was just o pening the gate when Bagroon caught her by the shoulder and dragged her back into the cottage. I "Don't you scream," he hissed, "for if j you do you'll never " - , , i ,1 i 1. vj, spurt: uiu : bum unuu, uuu auu suuu upon her knees. The villian lot go his hold upon her shoulder, and looked down upon her m a mocking triumph. Quick as thought the m i aaunuets j dauntless maiden leaned forward and wound her arms about his ankles, and ., - iii i i i mth a sudden jerk she brought his legs from under him. He fell upon the floor irum uuuui mui. uru like a leaden weight, his knife flew from his grasp, and on the instant Mary once j more eprang through the doorway. She AA nnt ctnn this time in nnnn the irate. v.- : " -r- o j. but with a single bound she leaped over the low paling and gained the street. CHAPTER III. THE TRISON INTERA'IEV. Mary Carrol gained the garden-gato of. togefher, and she thought she heard bit ter curses fall from his lips. He came not after her, however, but walked mood ily off in tho oppostte direction, and was soon lost to sight in the gathering gloom. The resolute girl stepped again into the street and hastily wended her way to wards the jail. She asked to see Corney Drake, but the jailor refused her. He said the young man was committed to die, and none but the priest could be ad mitted to his cell. She begged aud pray-1 ed, but tho jailor was inexorable. Uc( told her, however, that she might apply , to the sheriff, and that a pass from him would' admit hcr. With the flcctnessof wind Mary darted off for the house of the Sheriff whom she had the good fortune to find at home She made known her request, and he at first refused. "0, I must sec him," she cried. "He was all the world to" me. If he must die, 0, let me see him." "Not to-night," said the sheriff, but it was spoken in a wavering tone. "Yes, yes, for the love of God, sir, do! To-morrow may be too late. Corney nev er committed that murder ; I know he did not. I was his his I should have been his wife, sir, had he lived ; and 0, tt.1is lmnmn Kill ll O Til 1 T llVrt Vfl. Tr An nuw nii'juj uv i j-v. --"j i 0, do, sir." Mary Carrol sank upon her knees aud ajio if it hadn't dim twilight that bis hands were ciencuea, t clasped her hands. Big tears rolled down I her cheeks, and as the stern officer gazed upon her thus he could not findjt in his heart to refuse her further. lie wrote an order for her immediate admittance to the I jail, and when he handed it to her said : J "There, go and and see him ; but you must make up your mind that this will be your last visit. I shall feel miserable ' I T 1 . 1 1 1 P T 1 wncn l nang tue poor youtu, ior x nave always thought him a noble " "So he is. So he rs. You shall not hang him, by heavens, you shall not! He never did it he never did it!" The sheriff pitied the poor girl, for he thought the thing had turned her brain. He knew not that that brain was ten times more strong than bofore. Mary sought the jail once more, and she found no difficulty in gaining admit tance. Cornelius Drake satin his cell. Ho was not more than onc-and-twenty a noble looking youth, with auburn hair and large blue eyes, and a countenance full of good ness and truth. His very appearance gave the lie direct to the idea that he could commit a deliberate murder, and yet all knew that no one could have kill ed the pedler except in cool blood, for old Macduhl could have had no enemies, Mary Carrol entered the coll. She was too busy, too active, too much excited, stood an instant upon the threshold, then ! for that. It could not be lulled iuto for pprang forward and threw her arms about ' getfulncHS, nor yet into dreams. It dwelt the young prisoner's neck. jn the land of facts and cool calculations. "Mary, Mary," he cried, "the holy I Tho next morning Mary was up before saints bless vou tor this. 1 can t embrace you, darling, chained." for see, mv hands are "Hush, Corney dear. I can embrace , you, and for even that we may be thank-' ful. They told me you were to be hung, ' but I swtare that 'ou shouldn't." - - ....... . "Ah, Mary my fate is sealed, and no earthly power can help me now." "But you did not do that wicked mur der, Corney." "You know I didn't, darling." "Indeed I know it." "Then there's some satisfation in that." "But there'd be morcsatisfaction in find ing out who did it," said Mary. "That's past hope," returned Corney. "But don't you suspect any one ? i Haven't you the least idea of who did it;" : she eagerly asked. ! "Not in the least. But why do you ask?" "First tell me all the circumstances at tending your finding of the body." j Corney went on and told the circum- stances just as they had transpired. How that he was returning from the London- derry side of the great bog just at night ! fnll nnrl wlipn lip. hnd rifinrlv rnachfid tho Tyrone side he saw a dark object against tho hnsho. nnnr the solid nath. He went up to it and found that it was the pedler. The Sheriff began to be deeply intcres Life was extinct, but the body was warm, ted in the matter, for there was something and the blood was still flowing. Under , more m the manner of the girl than idle these circumstances he took the body up raving. and carried it to the upland, whore, as the "Most assuredly," he replied, "if you reader already knows, he came across the can give me a good reason. Whom do paCK. i-Ue rest ne ioiu in a iew worus. Everything wasagainsthim theevidence, ; though circumstantial, was yet almost pos itive, and it had taken but a few minutes for the jury to bring in their verdict. "Tell me," said Mary, as Corney closed his story, "is there no one whom you think might have done this thing? Do you know of any one's having been in that vi cinity on that evening ?" "No-only the three men who found rae" "Was not Casper Bagroon there ?" "Casper Bair But tell me, Mary what do you mean ? My God ! I believe j Caspar dogged mo there ! He has sworn to kill mo. He may have laid in wait for me, and the appearance of the pedler, the apparently well filled pack, and the lone liness of tho hour and the place, may have excited his cupidity. He had the heart capable of it I know he did. But we can't prove anything." Mary sat down upon the edge of the low cot, and for some timo she remained in silent thought. Her foot played ner vously upon the tiled floor, her little fin gers passed to and fro around each other, and when she at length raised her head nil l races of tears were crone, and her unyielding ' whole of a resolute woman's will. "Corney," she said, "I believe God sometimes puts the truth into the heads of us poor mortals when no earthly un derstanding could havo caught it. To-night Caspar Bagroon was in my cot tage, and he basely " "Ha ! Did he dare" "Hush, Corney, he did not harm me. I saw blood upon his shirt-sleeve, and when I showed it to him he trembled and stammered and broke from me. Then he seized rac, but I leaped away, and: he fol lowed me. He caught me and dragged me back, and he drew his knife. The thought came upon me like a shaft of lightning that Bagroon had murdered the pedler. God must havo given mo the thought, for it came like a perfect convic tion. I got away from him again and fled, and then I came here." Mary Carrol aroso from her scat and cla?ped her bands firmly together. Corncy,"she continued, "if thcre'sproof of the real murderer on the faco of the earth I'll find it out. I will, or I'll die with you." Corney Drake longed to clasp the fair girl to liis swelling bosom, but he remem bered his bobds, and' he could only thank hcr in words. - CHAPTER IV. THE KN1YE, AND A NEW ACCUSAL. When May entered hcr cottage it was quite late. She feared not the return of i Casper Bagroon, for her heart had been f strong by the strange conviction that some i superhuman power was aiding her, and she ; even felt Jiappy in the assurance that she should succeed in her efforts. She opened ! her tinder-box, and having lighted a can- ' die she bolted her door and windows, and . was turning towards her bed-room when her eye caught an object that lay upon the floor at the further extremity of the a-' partment. She went to it and picked it , up. It was Bagroon's clasp knife ! j In all probability the villain's fall had so thumped his head that he entirely for- got the knife he had dropped. JIary , know it, for she saw it when he pulled it out that same evening, and she had often Hccn it before, and, more than all, she . knew that half the people in the village could swear to its identity, for there was none other like it, Casper having made , the handle himself from curiously carved bog-oak. I For full five minutes Mary stood and gazed upon that knife. The blade was ( open, and she thoughtfully ran her thumb along its edge. Then she closed it, and j placing it carefully in her bosom, she I sought her chamber. She laid down upon j her bed. but not to sleep, for her mind the sun, and throwing on her bonnet and shawl, she hastened to the house of the sheriff. (This sheriff acted both in the" capacity of an executive and a coroner.) She had to wait sometime for him to make bis appearance, but he came at lencth. . . You here again 1" he uttered, with a sleepy yawn. "Yes, sir, and I have important bus iness, too. Were you not the coroner who examined the body of old Magdull?" "Yes." The sheriff opened his eyes, and began to wake up. "Was the body opened ?" "No, of course not. The pedler was dead stabbed two or three times and we knew who did it." "You did not know.who did it, Mr. Sheriff ; you did not know, I say, or you never would have put an innocent man in jail and had him convicted of the murder. Is the body hurried ?" "Yes, over a week ago," returned the officer, looking upon the girl in a state of utter astonishment. "Then it must be dug up. Dig it up, sir, and I'll prove to you that Corney Drake did not do the bloody deed ! 1 JOU do it. Sir ? ' Say, Will you do it ? Will juu auopcu i llTf T frtll ., l,rt mflr nclqA "No, he shall be arrested." "Then 'twas Casper Bagroon." The sheriff's eyes snapped. "Can you prove it?" "Dig up the body and sec. God will not suffer tho guilty to escape. Dig up tho body and let the doctor examine it." "CasparBagroonisa dangerous fellow," uttered the officer, "and I think him just the man to have done such a deed, if I had reasons I'd arrest him this very morn- lDS Vnn hn-vn rnnsrinq T hminro on rilri the murder. I accuse him of it! Is not that enough ?" "I'll arrest him, by the saints, I will. He needed it long ago." "And you'll have tho body dug up, too." "Yes." CHAPTER V. THE NEW TRIAL. People were surprised when Caspar , Bagroon was arrested for the murder of , the pedler, but no one was sorry. Pub- j lie opinion turned like a weather cock ere yet tlie cvidcncc liatl been produced. j The body of the pedler was brought : into the court, and the doctor was there I to examine tho wound's. Caspar Bagron ; was there, and though his bosom heaved, and his features were contorted, by the fiercest passion, yct ho spoke not a word. ! He turned his flashing eyes upon Mary : Carroll, and he grated his teeth together . like the stones of a mill. Ho seemed to t for"ct that this was working against him. The doctor began to probe tho wounds, i The first went to the heart, but there he ! found nothing. The second was further t towards the ceutre of tho breaar, and ' Beemed to hayo been a very slight one. j The skin was cut away, and in a few mo- ! ments more the operator uttered a slight i exclamation. "What is it? What is it?" quickly j asked Mary, springing forward. " Wait a moment," returned the doctor ; : and as he spoke he produced a pair of, forceps. Ho applied them to the incision he had made, and after two unsuccessful effortj j he drew forth a piece of metal which had ; been driven through the tough cartuagu , between tho left ribs and the sternum, and wliich, upon examination, proved to be the point of a knifo ! "Hero ! here !" cried Mary, at the same ; time drawing a clasp-knife from her bo- ; pom. "You all of you know to whom this ; bctongs. Try it, try it." The people crowded eagerly forward. The sheriff took the knife and opened it. The point of the blado was broken off. He took the piece- from the handi of tho doctor and applied it to the broken blade. It fitted it was the missing piece V1 "Ha, ha, ha!" half wildly, haly hys terically laughed Mary Carrol. "That fa Caspar Bagroon's knife !" "You lie you shc-devil !" roared the villain. "No, she don't Caspar," said Phil Kan augh. "We all know that knife." "Ay," cried Mary, "and he drew it up on me, too. Listen, hearts of Tyrone. That had man came to my house, and he insulted me. He taunted me because Corney Drake had been convicted of mur der. I tried to flee from him, but he caught me and drew that knife, and swore he'd kill me if I screamed. I sank upon my knees, and grasping him by the ankles, I tripped him up and then fled. He drop ped his knife and forgot to pick it up, and when I returned I found it. I knew he had doue the murder, for I saw blood upon his shirtsleeve; but when I saw that broken blade I believed that God had pro vided a way for me to prove it. I havo proved it. You all see it. Bagroon s the real murderer, and Corney is free I" The sheriff niay have tried to quell the noise," bat he Certainly failed, for the en thusiasm of an Irish crowd is not to be hushed. The new trial went sumraariiy on. The identity of the knife was proved at starting. Phil Kanaugh swore that he met Baerroon comiuir from the bog a short CO o time before hq came across Corney, hut he thought nothing of it at the time nor had it occurred to him since. In less than half an hour the word "guilty'' sounded upon the ears of the villain. "It's a lie ! a lie ! Curse ye all !" ho yelled, and in a moment when he caught the chance, he sprang towards Mary. He did not reach her, however, for Phil Kanaugh pushed forward his foot and tripped bim up. Bagroon was at fall speed, and when he was thus thrown from his feet he fell forward with a fearful im petus, and his neck struck the sharp edge of an oaken bench. An instant he re mained with his head lopping over upon the seat, and then his body rolled over upon the floor. There were two or threc long straggles a crimson stream started forth from his mouth and he was no more ! The fall had broken his neck ! Hi3 fair victim had escaped him ! "God did that !" said Marv. "God did it!" cried they all. - Mary Carrol held the order for Corney Drake's release in her hand. She rushed wildly to the jail, and an hundred youog men and old followed her. "Free! free!" she cried, as she fell upon her lover's bosom. Cornev, dear Corner, yoii are tree !" The jailor came and knocked off the shackles from the young man's feet and hands, but before he could gain Eensc e nough to speak, bis cell was filled with men. They caught him in their arms and bore him to the street, where they placed bim in a carriage they had dragged from from the sheriff's stable, and s.eating the heroic Mary by his side they proceeded to the fair girl's cottage. Shout? of joy rent the air, and a hundred lips blessed the saved and the saviour. Ere many weeks had passed away those people were shouting and singing again. This time there was a wedding, and Cor ney and Mary were the happy couple. A Big Story. An old gentleman who had a neigh bor rather addicted to telling large stories, after listening one day io several which quite taxed his credulity, boasted that he himself could tell a bigger one stilly and proceeded to relate the following : Said he one day I was quite at the farther end of my farm, more than half a mile from my house when at once, I saw a heavy dark cloud rising in the west. Soon I saw the torrents of rain descend ing at a distance, and rapidly approach ing the place where I stood with ray wag on and horses. Determined if possible to escape the storn I instantly leaped into my wagon, and started ruy team to wards home. By constant application of the whip to my horses, I barely escaped., being overtaken, by the rapidly Approach ing torrent. But so treineudously did it pour down that ru little dog, who was close behind mo, actually had to swim all the way !' Acquis. 'Is'cd, who is that girl I saw you walk ing with ?" 'Mis Hogg.' 'Hon-g. Ho"f well, she's to be nimL for having such a name. 'So I thiuk,' rejoined Nod. I pitil her so much that I offered her mine,- and she is going to take it presently.' 'There is a woman at the bottom of ev ery mischief,' said Joe. 'Yes,' replied Charley, 'when I uswkto fet into mischief my mother was at tho' bottom of me.' A late number of the Brookvirk it mcrican announced tho destruction of tha editors liat, whereupon the CounarsvilU Times impudently wonders if there woro any lives lost ! Nothing elevates us so much as tW presence of a spirit similar, yefc SBperiW to our own, V ..a,TiMf,l.f.r.-. A.. , ' MM 1 11 ii . nmn
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