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The Old Gristmill.
By Willow brook, beneath the hill,
Stands quaint and gray the old gristmill.
Spring mosses on its steep rool grow,
Where broad their slindo the willows throw.
The pond near by is olear and deep,
And around its brink the aiders sweep;
The lily pads spread gay and green,
The lilies white and gold betweon ;
While grinds the mill with rumbling sound,
The water-wheel turnf round and round.
Among the rood the muskrat divon,
And swilt " the swallow homeward flies;"
The robin sits in codars near,
Whor- Willow brook runs swilt and clear;
The children by the school-house piny,
Where slumberous snndows softly stay,
And warm and low tho summer brcese
Is whispering through the willow leaves;
While grinds the mill with rumbling Bound,
The water-wheel turns round and round.
The orows now wing their southern way;
The squirrel, in the nut trees play;
With morry shouts tho schoollroys run;
The mountains blush 'ncivth autumn's sun;
Their grain they bring adown the lull,
The furmers, to the old gristmill;
And faint from iar o'or hill and dale
Falls on the ear the thresher's flail ;
While grinds tho mill with rumbling sound,
The water-wheel turus round and round.
Long years have eoiue and pushed away;
The mill with age is gaunt and gray;
The roof gaps wide to ruin and stln;
With oobwehs thick the walls are hung.
The pond is overgrown with weeds;
The inarefl-wrcn build among the reeds;
The night wine's through tho willows moun;
Tho school -house gone, tho children grown;
The farmers sleep where wild flowers grow,
Who brought their grain so long ago,
When ground the mill with rumbling sound,'
And the water-wheel turned round and round
ChrMiun Union.
A MASQUERADE.
" She is far from fascinating,1' declared
Lucia, as she and her Bister discussed
the events of the day, a few weeks after
Miss Lovell's appearance at the Orchard
Farm. "An aquiline nose is a delect
Jn any womun's face ; it looks strong
minded." " And that black silk dress of hers has
been turned, too. I saw the old stitches,"
yawned Essie. " What do you think ol
her singing P" . "
" Guy seems to hang upon her num
bers.". &ne 8 a novelty."
fjFascinating or Otherwise, tho gentle
men at the house seemed to rally about
Miss Lovell, to the no small discomfiture
of the Misses Thornton. Her very in
difference lent a charm; and even the
turned silk failed to disgust them, or the
fact that she was suspected of earning
her own living. There was a picnic to
the recesses of the Tine Woods one day,
when other expedients for killing time
had been nearly exhausted, planned
and carried out by Miss Lucia and her
sister.
"And where is our charming Miss
Lovell P" asked Duchene, an attache of
one of the legations, whom Lucia had
contrived to attach to her party.
" I don't know," returned Lucia.
" Is not Miss Lovell here P" demanded
Guy, " and why is sire not P"
" Don't annihilate us, Guy ! What is
Hecuba to you P"
"I will return ibr Mips Lovell," said
Duchene, not comprehending the situa
tion. " I will fetch her myself," threatened
Guy, hurrying away. But he did not
return. Miss Lovell had no mind to ac
cept an invitation at the eleventh hour;
she was busy sketching. Would she
not give hiut a lesson in the art? And
whether or no.there he stayed beside her
till the sunset dyed the sea with the hues
of a shel No end of banter followed
when the party returned from tho
woods.
"This is the way MY. Thornton docs
his picnicking?" questioned Duchene.
" Don't you know," addressing Miss
Lovell, " that they used to burn women
for witchcraft P"
" Neither did the men escape."
" These Thorntons are a proud fam
ily." he pursued. ".They think them
selves the cream of society, and the rest
of the world but skim-milk." .
" And I represent bonny-clabber, per
haps." " They are a haughty race; whoever
is not born with a silver spoon in his
mouth is beneath notice except for
amusement."
. 4 'You seem to have studied the Thorn
Urns." . "TJbey interest me with their contempt
for work ; I wonder nobody asts if the
malt that lay in thsuuse that Jack
built was not furnished by their grand-
" You are too bitter, Mr. Duchene
bitter as beer. And Mr. Thornton, does
he sharMlieir contemptP"
" I have not heard ; but he is a Thorn
ton." '-Miss Lucia thinks your lecture is
long. S'ie is in doubt about the text. I
believe you engaged her lor this waltz?"
They were having some informal danc
ing in the parlors that night.
One evening in August, Miss Lovell,
having spent a dull day in-doors. threw
open her blinds, and felt it a waste of
the season to remain under a root, lhc
universe seemed too narrow to hold her.
and throwing on a cloak which enveloped
her. fading a black veil across her yel
low hair, and listening the hood of her
wrap beneath her chin, she stole out.
Presently, as she sat in the shadow of a
great rock, , boftt put in, and Duchene
helped Miss Lucia ashore and strolled
away, while (iuy planted an oar in the
sand, and Jessie crouched beside mm.
" You will take cold," said Guy. " We
must tro in."
"You wouldn't be in such haste if I
were Miss Lovell. I don't know where
you get your plebeian tastes. Everybody
is laughing at your devotion."
" Let those laugh who win," returned
liuy. "Le rot amuse."
Miss Lovell had left her seat at men
tion of her name, and loitered along the
beach, stooping to gather a shell or bit
of some wreck as she went.
" What old witch is that P" asked Essie
as she passed them.
" It looks like a fisherwoman '
ingdriftto boil her pot;'' but ha , de
coyed Essie in-doors, he flew back to
the sand.
" The step betrays the goddess," over
taking her.
I hoped to pass for a fisherwoman."
" Youl To complete the disguise, let
me tate you out in my boat,"
"Witn an mv neart. Le rot
j'omiHe,' " she reflected ; " but he allows
another to share his amusement." And
directly they were floating through a
drift of stars, mingling jest and senti
ment; slipping past the lighthouse, be
yond the spits of sand, with breakers
creaming about them, till the bench
lights were but sparks against the dark
ness, past stretches of meadows, and the
lonesome wharves of the town. "Mr.
Thornton," she cried, waking from the
spell, as steeples and chimneys stood re
vealed, "what is this?"
"This is Bagdad. Our boat has been
propelled by afiites. I am the necroman
cer who has annihilated time and space.
Shall we keep on up the river, and join
the caravans for Aleppo and Damascus?"
" Do let us return ; it must be so iate.
There are co lights in your Bagdad."
"The Caliph prohibits them after 9
i. m. Besides, gas and kerosene haven't
come to light yet. My dear Miss Ixvell,
the tide is against and the wind is not
with us. Even a necromancer may err.
You have made it dangerously pleasant.
I did not dream of the hour. Halloo,
there!" he shouted, under the bow of a
brig. " I will give any man his price
who will help me row back to the beach."
And presently two stout sailors swung
themselves into the boat. When Miss
liovell and Mr. Thornton walked upo
the Orchard Farm, the sun was rising.
"Oh, Guy," cried Essie, coming Tor
ward, " we have been so alarmed! The
servant taid your room had not been oc
cupied, and "
" You were beginning to wonder if
black would hecome you. eh?"
" Le roi a'swimsc,' " she said, signifi
cantly, (iuy's brow darkened.
" You are mistaken," he returned.
Miss Lovell had a nervous headache,
and did not appear again till twilight.
"It has been the longest day in' the
vear," he said, "in spite of the calen
dar." " You were up so early."
" You are down so lute. Come unto
these yellow sands." A dense fog was
blowing inshore. "Speaking of love,
Miss Lovell," he said, after a dozen
topics had been lightly touched and
abandoned, " do you think it is of such
a slow growth that if one should con
fess he loved you after a few weeks' in
timacy you would doubt him?"
" I don't know."
" Miss Lovell. will you take mo for
better or worse P"
Mr. Thornton L"
" You do love me, you do care for me,"
boMly ; and (iuy's arm was about to in
"loe her, hij lips were bent to her cheek,
when a voice out of the fog asked, " Is it
private theatricals ? Have we intruded
behind the scenesP" as Lucia and Du
chene drew nearer. " Cousin Guy, there
are letters for you and a telegram at the
house;" and while he went for the mail
in the convoy of his cousin and her
escort, Miss Ixvell escaped to her room.
The telegram proved an urgent sum
mons, and (iuy was obliged to leave by
the earliest stage next morning. As Miss
Lovell, unaware of this fact, was asleep
at that hour, he slipped a note of explan
ation and asservation under her door as
he passed down; but the wind blowing
through her open window swept it back
into the hall, and when Essie tripped by
to breakfast it lay in her path. "Miss
Lovell," she read, "and Cousin Guy's
handwriting," and she carried it to her
room, lighted a taper and let it shrivel in
tho flame. Thatvening. as Miss Lovell
lingered on the veranda, Miss Essie
'brushed by her and turned, " You are
not, perhaps, aware," she said, in under
tone, " that Mr. Thornton is already en
gaged has been engaged for years. He
has not told you, of course what man
ever tells such things when he amuses
himself P"
" Yes P" rejoined Miss Lovell. " and I
am engaged tomarrv myself since some
time."
"A bonne louche to write Guv."
thought Essie ; " I will put it in a post
script as an afterthought." It was not
strange if Miss Lovell became sadly dis
turbed at uuy s departure without a
word, and at his sul sequent silence. She
could not question his cousins; and as
day alter day passed without a syllable
in explanation, she decided that he had
been merely passing the time, as people
will at the beach; that it was no true
affection, but a will-o'-the-wisp which
she bad mistaken lorn reality, liuy, in
his turn, was both hurt and angry that
slu paid no heed to his farewell note ;
but he had ncytime to upbraid her, and
then came Essie's postscript.
Another letter arrived for Guy in the
same mail a letter from the woman to
whom he had been engaged for years:
"Mv Dear Mr. Thornton" fit ran)
"Your last letter was received in
May. I returned from Europe earlv in
June, but did not notify vou. because I
Have been revolving a certain matter
in my mind. I feel that it will be im
possible for us to fulfill the engagement
which was brought about by our
parents. It is out of the question that
you, who knew me as a mere child
seven years ago have we met once in
that time? can hfVe me. You used to
say that my straight nose was my only
beauty, and I was thrown from a car
riage while abroad, and it is now an
anuiline' feature not bad for an aoui-
line,. cither. I m confident you would
sacrifice yourself rather than to disobey
the dead, who have mortgaged us to each
other, so to speak; and I feel obliged to
take the initiative and declare our en
gagement null nd void. I have fitted
myself for teaching and have several
pupils; and during the enjoyment of my
grandfather's estate I have saved enough
for a rainy day. Do not attempt to Bee
me or to change my resolve, which is
unchangeable. Sincerely,
" Juliette L. Cavendish."
Guy had not been a deliberate villain
in this transaction. Miss Lovell had
won his heart before he dreamed of dan
ger; and as for Juliette Cavendish, she
was a hobbledehoy schoolgirl of thirteen
when he saw her seven years before
shy, nervous and awkward, with elf
locks of tow-colored hair. I Ier grand
father and Guy's father had been sworn
frionds, in spite of the disparity in years;
and it had been their hobby to unite the
family fortunes. If Guy and Juliette
failed to marry they forfeited their in
heritance. Happily for Guy, lie had re
ceived a legacy from his mother's family
unencumbered by ugly conditions; but
he had always supposed he should carry
out his father's will and marry Miss
Cavendish finally, and they had kept up
an irregular correspondence daring her
sojourn in Europe.
" A strange affair," bethought. " Can
she have fallen in loveP I feel to blame
as if I ought to have taken pains to love
her. A snarl always ensues when the
dead dictate to the living." At least ho
was free to marry Miss Lovell ; but had
not Miss Essie just notified him of her
long engagement? He hastened to write
Miss Lovell a letter full of bitter re
proaches and angry love; but she had
bidden adieu to the Orchard Farm be
fore it arrived there, and had left no ad
dress, having abandoned hope at the
same date; and the poor love-letter, with
all its angry protestations, was laid on
the shelf, and Guy was obliged to own in
his heart that he had been deceived and
misled. At about this time he began to
wonder what manner of . woman Miss
Cavendish might be; if she had really a
lover; and if not, what had prompted
the sacrifice. What but a noble sin
cerity ? After all, why should he hesitate
to fulfill his father's will, and unite the
fortunes of Cavendish and Thornton P
Might she not be taught to love him ? He
w:w wise enough to know that his ac
count with love was not closed because
one woman had proved untrue. As she
had givep no address, he called first upon
her lawyer as the most likely person to
know her whereabouts.
" Miss Cavendish," said that gentle
man, " was at the seashore quite letely,
by the doctor's orders a slight ! ' cully
of the throat. Had some erotclu about
earning her daily bread, and has been
practicing her voice too steadily. Wo
men who can afford to ' be idle are
always hankering for a vocation. Her
relatives made such an ado about a Cav
endish working that she has cut adrift
from them. They made her life a bur
den. You'd better call in the evening:
she has pupils all day. She's in earnest
about not marrying, perhaps vou knowP
Perhaps she'll change her mind when
she sees you." laughed Mr. Small. "Oh,
by-the-way," he called after Guy, "I'm
growing absent-minded it's age; don't
grow old, sir; it's a bad habit. To
spare the feelings of her high and mighty
relatives. Miss Cavendish has assumed
her mother's maiden name, Lovell ask
for Miss Juliette Lovell."
" Miss Lovell !" gasped Guy. "What
does she mean by keeping up such a
masquerade with meP"
"You had better go and ask her."
And Guy obeyed.
" I was at the beach for my health,"
Miss Cavendish explained, later, after
some preliminaries had passed. " I could
not afford to lose my voice, but I never
dreamed of meeting you there. After
ward I thought perhaps you might grow
to like me, if nobody obliged you to do
so. I had taken my mother's name, not
to deceive you, but because my father's
family felt annoyed when I entered the
ranks of the laborers. I must either
marry you or work. When you asked
me to take you for better or worse, I
was afraid it was pity instead of love,
because people were cool to me alter our
journey to Bagdad, and I hadn't time to
conless my secret. I went down next
morning to surprise you with it, but you
had left without a word. I supposed
you had been amusing yourself, as your
cousins said ; that you could never have
loved me under any circumstances; and
then I decided you should never know
that Miss Lovell was Miss Cavendish,
disguised by seven years of Europe and
an aquiline nose. So I wrote that letter
of dismissal, if you please."
"And, after all, we lose our hearts
and keep our commandments, my dear
Juliette! What will Cousin Essie sav
when she hears that Miss lxvell and I
have been destined for each other from
the beginning. Harper's Bazar.
A Crane with a Wooden Leg.
In London in St. James' park there
once livd a crane. By some accident
he broke one of his long legs, and a
kind doctor who saw him in pain cut it
off above the knee. The bird got well,
but how was he to get about in the
world r He couldn tuse a crutch, as a
man with one leg can, nor had he any
friends to wheel him about in an lnvalid
ehair, as some sick people have when
they can't walk.
1 don't know what thepoor bird would
have done ; but a soldier, who knew how
to do a good many things, saw the
crane's trouble, took pity on him, and
went to work to help him. He made a
wooden leg, with a joint for a knee, and
he managed to fasten it to the poor crip
ple, so that he could walk about and
taki care of himself. It was not a
pretty leg, like his other, but it was use
ful, and he was satisfied with it. For a
long time this wooden-legged bird was
one of the sights of the park, and very
proudly he bore himself before the
crowds of curious hoys and girls who
oamo to see him. St. Nicholas.
A fellow in a cattle show, where he
made himself conspicuous by his bluster,
cried out: "Call these prize cattle!
Why, they ain't nothing to what our
folks raised ! My father raised the big
gest calf of any man round our parts.
'No doubt of it," said a by-tander,
"and the noisiest."
THE DEATH OF J. WILKES BOOTH.
Story isf rtie Man who Commanded at
Booth'! Capture Boston Corbctt's Shot
Distributing the Reward.
A reporter of the New Orleans Pica
yune has recently- interviewed Captain
Edward P. Doherty, who commanded
the detachment that captured Booth and
Harrold after the assassination of Presi
dent Lincoln, and that officer's story of
the pursuit and its result appears in the
lKcayune of August 18. The story of the
surrender of Harrold and the shooting
of Booth in a barn near Bowling Green
is told as follows :
"After Garrett had designated the di
rection of the barn. Captain Doherty
said to Sergeant Boston Corbet, ' Dis
mount your men, detail a few to watch
the house, and bring the remainder
here. Captain Doherty then surrounded
the barn with his men, and, going to the
front door, placed a lighted candle,
which he had. held in his hand for some
time, near the front entrance of the
barn and in the vicinity of a large crack
or opening. Unlocking the door, Cap
tain Doherty called upon those in the
barn to come out and surrender; but no
answer was made to this and subsequent
frequent and loud demands of a like
character. Captain Doherty then passed
around among his sentinels who sur
rounded the barn, when he was in
formed that whispering and the moving
of hay had been heard from the inside.
" Captain Doherty then said : If you
don't come out I'll set fire to the build
ing and burn you out.' As there was no
answer even to this, Captain Doherty
ordered Corporal Newgarten to pile
some shavings and nay in the opening
and set fire to it. While he was piling
it up a voice said to the corporal: 'It
you come back there I'll put a bullet
through you.' Captain Doherty, who
was standing near Newgarten, then
quietly ordered him to desist, and de
termined to wuit till daylight before
making any further demonstrations.
" At this time quite a long conversa
tion occurred between Captain Doherty
and J. Wilkes Booth. The former, after
hearing the threat of the latter, called
again lor a surrender, when Booth re
plied : ' Who do you take us for ?' Cap
tain Doherty responded : ' It don't make
any difference who I take you for. I'm
going to arrest you.' Then Booth said :
'.Boys, fetch me a stretcher; another
stain in our glorious banner.'
" Walking around the barn and re
turning near the door. Captain Doherty
heard whispered conversation between
Booth and Harrold from the inside.
Booth then said aloud: I am ciippled
and alone, give me a chance for my life ;
draw your men up at twenty-five paces
and I will come out.'
" Captain Doherty replied: 'I didn't
come here to fight, but to capture you.
I have fifty men here and can do it.'
" In the meantime Harrold had ap
proached the door, when Captain Do
herty said to him, 'Let mo see your
hands,' when Harrold put both hands
out through the door, and Captain Do
herty seizing them, handed Harrold
over to the corporal at the door.
" While this coversation was going on,
and as Captain Doherty was in the act of
taking Harrold out of the front door, the
barn had been fired in the rear. The
llames burst suddenly forth. Booth,
who had left his position in the barn to
tho right of the opening referred to
above, near the candle, took a position
in the center of the barn facing the
door, and raising his carbine, pointed it
in the direction of Harrold and Captain
Doherty, when Sergeant Corbett, who
was stationed at one of the openings in
the barn to the left of Booth, observing
the movement, leveled a large-sized
Colt's revolver at Booth and fired, in
tending to hit him in tho arm for the
purpose of disabling him, but the ball
entered his neck, about one incli from
the same point that Booth shot Presi
dent Lincoln.
"On hearing the sliot, and being at
the time ignorant of the movement or
intention of Booth. Captain Doherty
supposed that he had shot himself rather
than surrender, when the officers rushed
into the barn, and by the light of the
burning building, saw LjoIIi with the
carbine between his legs, one of his
crutches having dropped, and Booth in
the act of falling forward, when Captain
Doherty caught him with both arms
around the body and carried him out
side of the barn and laid him down, but
the heat becoming too intense. Captain
Doherty ordered him removed under the
veranda of the Garrett mansion.
'Soldiers were then dispatched in
different directions for doctors, but only
one. Dr. Urquart, could vt found, lie
arriving about 8 A. m., and after probing
the wound, pronounced it fatal, the ball
having ranged upward, cutting a vital
part.
" From the time that Booth was bhot,
five o'clock, to the time he expired, two
hours later, he spoke but once, and that
was to Capt. Doherty, shortly before six
o'clock, when ho said to him, 'Hands.'
Capt. Doherty lifted up his hands, when
Booth looked at them lor an instant,
and, shaking his head, exclaimed : ' Use
less, useless. A short time after this he
became unconscious, and so remained
until he expired.
"Capt. Doherty, after wrapping the
body of Booth in his saddle blanket,
sewed the blanket together with his own
hands, and, having placed the body on a
cart which was obtained from an old
negro residing about two miles distant,
proceeded with the body and the
prisoner, Harrold, to Belle Plain, where 4
the ide was awaiting the return of the
command, which arrived at 6 r. m.,
when the Ide proceeded to Washington,
where the body of. Booth and the
prisoner, Harrold, were turned over to
the officers of the United States iron-clad
monitor Montauk, Captain Doherty hav
ing received orders from the department
commander so to do. This was at three
o'clock on the morning of the twenty
seventh. "In reference to the different state
ments that Booth was never captured
nor killed, and that he is alive to-day,
Captain Doherty says that it is the sheer
est nonsense in the world, as, in the first
place, Captain Doherty knew J. Wilkes
Booth personally, and ws in his com
pany at the National Hotel in Washing
ton about two months previous to the
assnssination. In the second place, at
tho poBt-mortcm examination, held on
the twenty-seventh of April, Booth was
fully identified by Dr. May, his attend
ing physician, who had performed an
operation upon his neck, and by Mr.
Dawson, proprietor of the National
Hotel, where he boarded during his resi
dence in Washington, and also by other
weh-known citizens, to the full satisfac
tion of the government.
" In the third place, after the body of
Booth was buried in a cell in the peniten
tiary at the Arsenal at Washington, the
re uains were delivered over to his rel
atives four years later, upon application
to President Johnson, and they now rest
in the family vault near Baltimore, Md.,
thus proving that the members of his own
family recognize the fact that the body
lying there is the last mortal remains of
J. Wilkes Booth.
"Harrold was tried, convicted and
hanged with Payne, Atzerot and Mrs.
Surrattin July, 1805.
" A total reward of $150,000 was offered
by the government, the city of Wash
ington, and the city of Baltimore. The
reward of $ 100,000 offered by the Gov
ernment was paid, but those offered by
the cities of Washington and Baltimore
were repudiated. Capt. Doherty entered
suit in the United States District Court
for the District of Columbia to recover
the $20,000 offered bv the citv of Wash
ington, but the suit was decided against
his claim, the court holding that the
city of Washington had no authority in
law to offer the reward.
" Capt. Doherty appealed the case to
the Supreme Court of the United States,
where it is now pending, and from
whence a decision is expected to be
reached this year. In the case of the
claim against the city of Baltimore,
which offered $30,000 for the arrest of
the assassin, Capt. Doherty did not sue
to recover, the mayor and aldermen
telling him point blank that they would
not pay it, as tho reward was offered un
der a previous administration. This
claim has now lapsed by limitation.
"Of the $100,000 offered by the govern
ment. $75,000 was paid on the basis of
prize-money in the navy. The command
consisted of twenty-six enlisted men,
two citizens (detectives) and one com
missioned officer. The commission ap
pointed to distribute the money consisted
of Judge Advocate-General Holt and
Gen. E. D. Townsend, Adjutant-General
of the armv, who awarded to Captain
Doherty $75,000; to each of the citizen
detectives, $4,000; to Sergt. Boston Cor
bett and Scrgt. Wandell, $2,200 each, the
commission deciding that the fact of Cor
bett having shot Booth did not entitle
him to more than the non-commissioned
officer of the same rank who was also
present at the capture.
" Gen. Lafayette C. Baker, chief detec
tive of the War Department, was held to
be t he same' as an admiral, who detaches
a ship and orders it to another squadron.
In transitu, that ship captures a prize,
and Capt. Doherty being in the positior
as captain of the ship, received two-twentieths
of the whole amount, while the
admiral, who in this case was Gen.
Baker, received one-twentieth, or $3,
750. The remainder of $75,000 was dis
tributed prorata among the men.
" Capt. Doherty was informed from
high authority tliAt 'a wheelbarrow full
of claims' were put in for this reward,
almost every detective in the United
States representing that he was entitled
to a share. The adjustment of this mass
of claims occupied the members of the
eommission a little over a year before
they could determine who were entitled
to the reward."
A River or Burning Oil.
The fire opposite Parker City, Fa ,
which destroyed eighty thousand "barrels
of oil, presented some uncommonly
grand scenes, as descriDcd by a llnla
delphia Times correspondent: A solid
sheet of flame ran down the ravine to
t tie river. Great clouds of black smoke
trosc in the air. The flames rolled over
the ground and leaped many feet into
the air. The heat was most i itense. It
generated gas in tho United Pipe Line
Tank No. 76, known as the Grant,
Wellcr & Co. tank, situated three hun
dred leet north. A most terrific explo
sion followed, shattering the heavy
plate-glass in the windows and stores of
the citv, and shaking the houses to their
very foundations. The explosion was
heard for ten miles. The roof of the tank
was scattered around the country for a
long distance. One piece, weighing fifty
pounds, was found four miles away.
The scene that followed was appalling.
The tank contained twenty-two thou
sand barrels, and the explosion laid it
level with the ground. Solid waves of
burning oil rushed down the hillside.
They reached the river, but did not stop
there. For a while the consternation
was complete. Every one looked for the
flames to strike directly across and lire
the city. The anxiety was intense.
Everything depended upon the current
and tlie wind. The scene at this time was
grand beyond description. The river of
burning oil, with its flames and black
smoke, rolled its folds upward until the
heavens were darkened. The citizens,
terror-stricken, rushed in wild dismay
in all directions. Their faces were
blanched. Women and children were
crying, and strong men were paralyzed
with fear. Happily, the wind was
strong enough to change the course of
tho flames to below the city. In half an
hour they began receding. Then they
divided, hugging both banksof theriver.
The coining was overwhelming and
sublime. The receding was a fitting
finish to a picture that never has been
transferred to canvas.
All who have examined copies of
newspapers printed fifty years ago have
noted the dearth of local news in the
columns of such papers. But when we
think a moment and realize that there
were no mowing machines nor steam
machinery in those days, the wonder at
the absence of such news ceases, and we
speculate as to whether there was any
encouragement in printing a newspaper
fifty yeais ago, anyway. Borne Sentinel.
A Little While.
What is this that He saith ?
" It is but a little while,"
And trouble and pain and death
Shall vanish before His snails.
"A little while," and tho load
Shall drop at the pilgrim's leet,
Where the stoep and tho thorny road
Doth merge in the golden street.
But what is this that He saith ?
"A little while," and tho day
Of the serTant that laboreth
Shall be done forever and are.
Oh, tho truth that is yet untold!
Oh, the songs that are yet unsung!
Oh, the suffering manifold,
And the sorrows that have no tongue!
Oh, the helpless hands held out,
And the wayward feet that stray
In the desolate paths ot doubt
And the sinner's downward way!
Tor a silence soon will tall
On the lips that burn for speech,
And the needy and poor that call
Will lorever be out ot reach.
" For the work that ye must do
Before the coming ol death
There remaineth, oh, faithful tew,
Bui a little while," He saith.
V. Gladden, in Sunday Jflernoon.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
A Mrs. Potts in Canada has invented
cold-handled smoothing iron.
The deaths in the United States last
year by yellow fever reached a little over
11,000.
New York detectives are impenetrable
mysteries that is, they are past finding
out. Boston Post'.
Counsel (to witness) " You're a nice
sort of a fellow, you are!" Witness
" I'd say the same thing of you, sir, only
I'm on my oath."
A census of Kansas, just completed
shows a population of 849,978, an increase
of sixty per cent, over that of 1875, which
was returned as 528,437.
Sir William Jenner, the distinguished
English physician, has the whooping
cough. He is sixty-four years old. The
London Lancet says that he has left the
city "in order that he may not spread
the disease."
Almanacs for 18R0 are now being given
away at the drug stores. They are very
handy for your wife to tear wrapping
paper out of when her neighbor comes
to borrow a nutmeg or a little cinna
mon. Fond du Lac. Reporter.
Two little boys thought it good sport
to play in a great bin of grain in an ele
vator at Goshen, Ind., but one day they
did so when the grain was being drawn
off' through an outlet underneath, and
they were irresistibly pulled down and
smothered to death.
"What," asks a writer, "is fiercer
than the eye of a fighting animal at
bay?" Well, we don't know what,
unless, maybe, it is the other eye. Or
hold up! we won't give it up yet it's
the animal itself. Ask us another one.
Burlington llawkeye.
The Bank of England was incorporated
in 1019. It covers five acres of ground
and employs 900 clerks. There are no
windows on the street; light is admit
ted through open courts. No mob could
fake the bank, therefore, without can
non to batter the immense walls. The
Hock in the center of the bank has fifty
dials nttached to it. Large cisterns are
sunk in the courts, and engines in perfect
order ire always in readiness in case of
fire.
" Phairest Phlora," wrote an amor
ous youth, "jphorcver dismiss your
p hears, and puly with one whose pher
vent pbancy is phixed on you alone.
Phriends, phaimly, pliather phorgct
them and think only of the phelicity of
the phuturc! Phew phellows are so
phatidioiis as your Pherdinand, to
phcign not phondncss if you phcel it not.
Phorego phrnlic. and answer phinally,
Phlora." " Oh, Pherdinand, you phool!"
was phair Phlora's curt reply.
The Wheat and. Corn Product.
The following is a statement showing
the annual wheat and corn production
of the United States for tho past sixteen
years, together with the annual exports
and home consumption for the same
period. These figures are correct, being
officially reported from the Department
of Agriculture. The estimate for this
year is 'calculated from the reports of ex
tended correspondence throughout the
United States, and is probably as correct
as estimates of this nature can be made :
WHEAT.
Home.
Year. Production. Export. Coiuuinjit'ti.
18G3.. m,677,!00 41,408,400 i:,'2O9,flO0
18(14.. 160,695,800 2-2,059,800 I:i7,(.'i6,000
1865.. 148,55-2,800 16,491,300 1:12,058,500
1866.. 151,909,900 12,646,900 129,358,500
1867.. 212,441,400 .'6,32-'l,000 186,118,400
1868.. 224,030,600 29,717,200 194,319 400
1809.. 260,146,900 5.1,900.700 206,246,200
1870.. 235,084,700 52,574,100 183,310,600
1871.. 230,722,400 38,995.700 191,726,700
1872.. 249,997,100 52,014,760 197.982,400
1873.. 281,254,700 91,510,400 189,744,300
1874.. 309,102,700 72 912,800 236,189,900
1875.. 292,136,000 74,750,600 217,385,400
1876.. 289,356,500 57,140,900 232,206,600
1877.. 364,194,100 92,141,600 272,052,600
1878.. 420,122,400 145,122,000 275,000,400
1879.. 480,000,000
ronx.
1863..
1864..
1865..
1866..
1867..
1868..
1869..
1870..
1871..
1872..
1873..
1874..
1875..
1876..
1877..
397,839,200
530,452,400
704,427,8 0
867,946,200
768,320,000.
906,527,000
874,320,000
1,094,255,000
991,838,000
1,092,719,000
932,274,000
859,148,500
1,321,060,000
1,283,827,000
1,342,558,000
0,146,190
3,610,400
14,465,700
16,026,900
12,493,500
8,286,600
2,140,400
10,676,800
35,727,000
40,154,200
35,985,000
30,025,000
50,910,500
72,652,600
87,192,100
392,
526
689
639,010
831,000
,962,100
851
919,300
826,500
240,400
755,
898
872
1,083
956
1,052
896
820
1,270
,179,600
578,200
,171,000
564,800
,288,200
,123.500
,158,500
,174,400
1,211
1,255
,365,100
1878.
'1,388,218,700
Estimated.