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The niftht is come, bnt not too aoon; And sinking silently, All silontlv, the little moon Props down bohlnd the sky. There ia no light in earth or heaven Rut the cold light of stars; And tbe first watch of night ia given To the red planet Mars. Is it the tender star of love ? Tbe star of leve and d roams r Oh, no I from that blue tent above A hero's armor gloami. ' And earnest thoughts within me rise, Wbon I behold afar, Buppomkd in the evening skies, , The shield of that red star. Oh, star of strength t I see thoe stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest widh thy mallod hand. And I am strong again. Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars; I give the first watch of the night To the rod planot Mars. Tbe star of the unconquered will, lie riacs In my breast. Berene, and resoluto, and still, . And calm and self-possessed. And thou, too, whoso'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. Ob, fear not in a world like this. And thou shalt know ere long, Know bow sublime a thing it ia To suffer and be strong. Longfellow. a Matching the Banner. " "I never was to disappointed in my life," eaid old Mies Berkley, letting her eyeglasses drop hopelessly at her Bide. Are you quite sure, Baltn.l ?" "I've been everywhere," said Miss Belinia Beckley, the younger of the two ancient maiden ladies. "Every where! And there's nothing t&at corre sponds with it in the least degree." The two Misses Beckley looked at eaoh other despairingly. AncY if one had been gifted with a fertile imagina tion, it won lil have been easy to fancy them a pair of elderly enchantresses in the midst of a magic palace. For the quaint, low-ceiled drawing rooms were filled with jointed . bamboo screens, carved masses of ivory, hideous painted ware, and tiny cups and saucers as transparent as so many egg shells. And, by way of finishing up the har monious whole, they had hung their wall with draperies and banners in wrinkled crape encircled with gold thread, lustrous satin, brocaded tapes try, even strips of gili'ed paper, where Oriental plants blossomed, and phe nomenal birds set all one's preconceived ideas of perspective at defiance. And a flint perfume A teak and sandalwood hung on the airand dingy rugs blotted out the harvest roses and tulips of the carpet, which had been good enough for the half-pay captain who bad once been uncle to the two Misses Beckley, and it only required a coffee colored native with wooden shoes and a braided queue to make one believe one's self in the Flowery Land. " Japanese, you see," the two old la dies world say, Iboking complacently at. the astonished guest who had stum bled from an atmosphere of newly fallen snow and New York sunshine into this half lighted, strangely tcented mosaic of the East "entirely Jap anese." But life is not without its shadows, and upon this especial evening, as tbe nephew and heir-apparent of the old ladies, one Frark Franklyn, sauntered in, juntas the daffodil gold of the Feb ruary twilight was turning to hazy pur ple, he found both his aunts plunged ia the deepest abysses of gloom. Mr. Franklyn looked from one to the other of the weird and agitated faces. He knew that Aunt Miranda's cap was never tipped trt that particular angle over her false front except when mat ters were very bad indeed ; and Aunt Belinda leaned against the mantel in an attitude cf limp despair. "What is the matter?" he asked, setting hia hat on a lacquered tripod in one corner, and balancing his cane in the angle of the wall behind a stuffed ibis, whose speculative eyes seemed to glare at h'm from the partial shadow alter a most uncomfortable fashion. "Look there, Frank?" solemnly uttered Miss Beckley, pointing' with her crooked gold-headedj.cane to the opposite wall. "Beautiful !" said Frank Franklyn, at a venture. For he i-aw only a long and narrow parallelogram of black satin mounted in a border of glimmering gold brocade, with a roller of cream white ivory, and a background on which a pensive stork wandered through waves of lead colored silk embroidery, and beneath the Bilver green shadow of sacred palms. Isn't it ?" said Miss Belinda, her venerable face lighting up with mo mentary satisfaction, only to darken again into gloom. "But, oh ! Frank, we haven't got a match for it." "Not got a match for it ?', 'There's nothing nothing," cried Miss Beckley, tragically lifting her hands, "in all this room that is fit to hang on the other side of my dear grandfather's portrait." . ' " Why," said this reckless iconoclast, I should think that almost anything would do." The two old ladies uttered a simul ' fions cry of dismay and horror, ' Frank," reasoned mild Miss Beck ley, "you don't understand high art." "Ycn're u dear, good-hearted fal low, added Miss Belinda, with that degree of charity wherewith a mission ary may be supposed to regard a well intentioned cannibal, "and in a knotty point of law I don't suppose you have your equal. But, you see, you are hot eosthetic." "N no," confessed Mr. Franklyn, rubbing his nose; "perhaps I am not. But why don't you and Aunt Miranda go down to the stores and match the thing?" " We have tried," said Miss Beckley. , " It can't be done," added Miss Be linda, with a sigh. " Give it to me," said Frank.who was great at an emergency. I'll take it downtown with me to-morrow. There's a new pi nee opened near the docks where they pretend to import novelties. Tado Anoko, I believe, is the name painted up over the door. Probably the concern is kept by an Irishman, with a staff of German clerks. But I've seen some nice things out at the door. Perhaps I can obtain something to suit yon there." . "Oh, Frank, if you only could 1' cried Miss Belinda, clasping her mit tened hands. "At all events, it is worth the trial," said Miss Beckley, cheering up a little. "Tado Anokot That is quite a new name." fc'o Mr. Franklyn, on his way to the legal Mecca of Messrs. Waitstill & Lin gering (be next day, stopped at the newly painted and gilded establishment of Tado Anoko, where a plump, red whiekered man who spoke excellent English (with perhaps a redundancy of h's) promptly placed himself at his ser vice. Together they unrolled the ivory mounted banner and viewed the stork and the palms of the wonderful needle work wares of the Kyusi river. " Vary sorry," said the superinten dent, as he called himself, of Tado Anoko's bazaar, "but I don't suppofe, sir I don't, indeed as you'll find hany thing to correspond with this 'ere piece of 'igh hart. There never was but a few of 'em himported. And they'ie all bought hup. Law bless you, sir, the gentry they will 'ave 'em, sir, at hany price." A plump, fresh-colored old woman, the salesman's aunt, who had been ar ranging palm leaf fans on a gigantio re volving screen at the back of the store, now came forward, peering at the satin scroll over her nephew's Bhoulder. " It s quite true, sir, what Simpson snys," pronounced she. " I know those banners. There am t one to be had in the city. P'raps our house may import some more for the next holidays : but" "Call Alta Graves," impcrionsly in terrupted Mr. Simpson. "She knows a deal about the stock. She can tell us." Alta Graves was summoned a pretty pink-cheeked little damsel, with hair brown and shining like a newly-ripened chestnut, and dark eves which she scarcely ventured to lift from the floor. " Oh, yes," she assented, in an innocent, bird-like sort of voice, " she had seen those banners. But there were none at present remaining in Tado Anoko's store of imported novelties. Unless, indeed, the gentleman would take a fine quality of paper, mounted on linen " But Mr. Franklyn shook his head. Paper would not meet the views of the ladies in whose behalf he was conduct ing the investigation, he said. The banner must be of satin, of the same black color, embroidered in a corre sponding pattern. He was 6orry for giving bo much trouble; and he went out, leaving his card, so that in case any new vein of banners or decorations should be struck at the eleventh hour, he might perohanceget the benefit of it. Three days afterward, just as the hands of the office regulator were con solidating themselves at the figure twelve, and the bells of Old Trinity were pealing their musical noon jangle, there came the smallest of tap-taps at the outer door of the firm of Waitstill fe Lingerlong, in which Mr. Frank Franklyn was a silent partner. And there stood Alta Graves, rosy and pal pitating. "Why," exclaimed Mr. Franklyn, trying to locate the fresh blooming face in his mind, and associating it oddly with Chinese monsters, mammoth chests of tea, and a curious odor of fresh matting and sandalwood fans, "it's the joung lady from Tado Anoko's place, isn't it ?" And Alta made a little courtesy, and answered, breathlessly, "Yes, please." Mr Franklyn graciously bade her enter. Mr. Waitstill was at his lunch, and Mr. Lingerlong was in the back office arguing with a dusty old client who believed himself a better judge of law than Blackstone, bo that the coast was clear. What on earth did she want with him? he asked himself. Had the firm got into a lawsuit, and had she been Bent to bid his immediate pres ence on the scene ? Or was she herself about to sue her principals for breach of contraot? "Can I be of any servioo to you?' he courteously asked, as she stood there, etill breathless, and changing from pink to pale. " Would you please look at this, 6ir, and see how you like ltr said she, hurriedly Unrolling a little parcel which until now she had carried in her hand. It was a long strip of black satin, with a scarlet-plumed ibis wading through white silk deeps of water, with the Sacred Mountain Fusiyama rearing its peak beyond, while in the foreground waved a picturesque tangle of reeds and rushes. The very thing I" exclaimed Frank lyn. "But it isn't mounted." "Almost any store will do that for you, sir," said Alta, her cheek brighten ing into still deeper carmine at his evident satisfaction. "But why didn't you show me this the other day V" he questioned "I I hadn't found it then," answered Alta, in some confusion. " And what is theprioe 7" Mr. Frank lyn asked, putting his hand in a business-like way into his pocket. Here again pretty Alta seemed to be puzzled, one didnt know, sue said. Gould tie gentleman tell her the price of the other one ? It was ten dollars, Mr, Franklyn be lieved. Then," said Alta, speaking with an evident effort, " would you think this too dear at eight dollars, seeing that it isn't mounted ?" " I should consider it a very fair Erioo," said Mr. Franklyn, kindly. And e paid her the money, a gold half eagle and three crisp, clean one-dollar bills; and she vanished away down the long hall like a gray shadow. "What a fool I was," thought Mr. Franklyn, suddenly rousing himself from a reverie, " not to ask her to take it to Anoko's to be mounted on ivory 1 And now I shall have to go around there myself. Very stupid of me; but then I often am stupid. But how pleased my aunts will be, bless their dear old hearts ! And what a wonderful pair of limpid hazel eyes that little girl has got?" And all day long Alta Graves' sweet pea face came between him and the dusty pages of his prosy law-books, like a vague dream of what might have been, had she not been a shop-girl and he a bachelor close on the forties, He went home early, and on his way he stopped at the establishment of Tado Anoko. Mr. Simpson uttered an exclamation of amazement at the sight of the ibis and the sacred peak Fusiyama. " Well, never I" cried he. " Aunt Sarah, look 'ere. Where on hearth did you get this 'ero, fir, if I may make so bold as to ask ? For I didn't know, I give yon my word of honor, as there was one like it in the city." It was now Mr. Franklyn s turn to open his eyes. " a he young lady whom you calljAlta Graves brought it to me," said he ; " and I supposed, of course, that you had sent it." " Alta Graves r repeated Mr. Simp- sou. "Our Alta!" shortly spoke Aunt Sarah. " Then as true as my name is Sarah Simpson she have stole it and out of our very stock. And she knowed of it all the time, the ungrateful minx, while we was a-tuming over heverything to and a match for the banner that you brought here. And you paid her, you say, sir? Her?" "Certainly I did," said Mr. Franklyn, becoming more and more puzzled and uncomfortable. For as to the oval faced little maid with the liquid brown eyes being a thief, he did not believe a word of it. " Very well," asserted Simpson: "this settles the 'ole haffair. There can't be no doubt about it now: for she 'ave never paid us the cash for this 'ere satin banner. I always suspected she wasn't relia ble," said Aunt Sarah, slowly wagging her head to and fro. " She's a deal too good-looking. I never had no faith in good-looking shop-girls myself. Didn't I tell you bo, Simpson ?" And Alta Graves, who was unpacking a large hamper of cups and saucers and fantastically pattern plates down in the moldy basement, was promptly sum moned up by mouth of an eager, panting little errand-boy. She came, coloring and a little abashed, but prettier than ever. " Young woman," uttered Simpson, majestically, " what does this mean?" "Confess at onoe, you base, unprin cipled girl I" said his aunt. "Look here, Miss Graves,' spoke Franklyn, "I'm awful aorry to startle you so, but thero seems to be something wrong about your Bale of this banner to me." There is nothing wrong," said Alta, quietly. " I did sell it to you." And where did you get it ?" sternly demanded Aunt Sarah. " Confess, base girl, that you stole it. Prevarications won't do here. Alta's cheeks crimsoned: her eyes blazed into sudden brilliance. "I never stole it," she cried. l'Dt you think I am a thief ? Oh. Mrs. Simpson, how can yoa, a woman, be bo hard upon me, a friendless girl ? I made the banner myself. I bought the satin and the embroidery silk, and the goldthread out of my savings, and I sat up two nights to embroider it, so that I could earn a little more money than the poor wages you pay me, to buy fruit for my mother, who lies at home dying of consumption. There I If that is being a thief, then a stand condemned." And here poor Alta'a dignified bear ing gave way all at once and she burst out crying like a child. ' Tinn't fret., mv dfiar." snothpd Aunt Sarah, who was a kind-hearted woman in the main. It's a misunderstanding, that's all. Don't fret." It's a very good himitation of the expaneae style very," remarked Mr. Simpson, closely scrutinizing the gleam ing lines of embroidery. " lteall v, Alta Graves, I think you 'ave genius." Pray forgive me for my blundering awkwardness," said Mr. Franklyn. And Alta tried to smile through her tears and said she would. She was ashamed of having made suoh a scene. The whole thing was a matter of no con sequence whatever." The satin banner was lined and mounted and Mr. Franklyn took it to his aunts, who could scarcely be eostatio enough in its praise. It Was a gem, a beauty, a marvel of art. Such a thing could never, never be gotten up any where but in Japan. And it was so good of Frank to find it for them, after they themselves had scoured the hiahwavB and bv-wavs in vain. That love of an ibis I And that exquisite sacred mountain I Tbey never could thank their nephew sufficiently. r. Franklyn went the next day to see Alta Graves' mother, on the dreary top floor of the tenement house, where the uncompromising sunshine that poured through the curtainless window revealed every flaw in the plastering, every mildewed stain on the ceiling. He came home grave and reflective. " Aunt Belinda," he observed, "you said the other day that you were not intending to use your seaside cottage at Asbury Park this year ?" "Not if we go to the mountains," said Aunt Belinda, looking up in some surprise; "and I believe that that is our plan." " May I borrow it of you 7' asked Frank. "Borrow it ?" repeated Aunt Belinda. And then Frank cpened his heart, and told them all about pretty Alta with the limpid eyes; about the pale invalid, with the two little girls who played at cat's-cradle so quietly at the foot of the bed, and hushed their baby laughter so as not to disturb mamma; about the hand-to-hand contest with, want and disease, in which the sick woman was getting so sorely worsted. "She shall have the cottage," said Aunt Belinda, enthusiastically. " And I will send my own maid down to help make it all comfortable for her as soon as the month of May comes," added Miss Beckley. And so, perhaps, the old ladies were not so much amazed in the autumn when they heard that their nephew Fr.ink had engaged himself to marry Alta Gravei. She was very pretty, that was certain, and men like pretty faces, and also they knew that she had been very good and dutiful to the poor mother who had just been laid under the yellowing autumn leaves. And if Frank was de'er mined to marry, he couldn't do better, they thought, than to marry Alta Graves. But there was one thing which Frank never told them, nor did Alta, his wife. And that was the secret of the embroid ered banner. And to this day the old ladies point it out to their sesthetically minded visitors with conscious exulta tion, and say, with many twists and wags of their venerable cap strings: " Imported, my dear, sio: of course you can't get anything like it, because it came direct irom Japan. " Oughtn't we to tell them, Frank dear?" whispers Alta. And her hus band answers: No, dear, no. It would only be breaking an illusion. Don't you see how much happier thev are in believ ing that it came 'direct from Japan ?' " Bazar. Overheat. nar Houses. Vick's Floral Guide advises against overheating plants. It Bays the tem perature of the room should not be allowed to go above seventy degrees, and sixty-five degrees would be better. Give a little fresh air every day and all the sunlight attainable. An effort should be made to give moisture to the atmosphere, for our own good as well as for the life of the plants." The ad vice here given in regard to tempera ture, fresh air and sunlight is just as essential to human beings as to plants. Sensitive plants dry up and wither away and die if the surroundings are not favorable. So sensitive individuals sicken, get headaches and depressed feelings when tho room is carelessly allowed to be heated to seventy-sii and eighty degrees, when ventilation is never thought of, and sunlight almost wholly excluded. Especially in winter do we find sickness from these causes, for the overheating of furnaces and stoves is not as readily borne as the summer heat, and ventilation is pre vented not only by shut windows and doors but by weather strips, and the sunlight is absent a larger portion of the time than in summer. Therefore if you find that no plants will live in your own living rooms may it not be that it is too great a tax upon your own consti tution to maintain existence in suoh a place. Dr. Footc's Health Monthly. HEALTH HINTS. Instantaneous Emetio. Two tea spoonfuls of mustard mixed in warm water. For a child with croup it re lieves at once. A tablespoonful of lard warmed and given is saidto be an instantaneous emetio. Cubk fob Dandruff. A preparation of one ounce of sulphur and one quart of water, repeatedly agitated during in teivals of a few hours, and the head saturated every morning with the clear liquid, will in a few weeks, remove every trace of dandruff from the scalp, and the hair will soonjaecome soft and glossy. Antidote to Poison. Stir a heaping teaspoonful of salt and of mustard, one of each, in a glass of water, and drink at once. Repeat the dose If necessary. To counteract the effects, swallow the whites of two or three eggs, and drink one or two cups of tttrong coffee. Drinking sweet oil freely is also highly beneficial in poisoning cases. The secret of felicity is a jadieioas in terruption of routine. Toledo Beggar. The populace are instinctive, free born, insatiable beggars. The mag nificently chased doorways of the cathedral festered with revolting speci mens of human disease and degenera tion, appealing for alms. Other more prosperous mendicants were regularly on hand for business every day at the "old stand" in some particular thor oughfare. I remember one especially whose whole capital was invested in a superior article of nervous complaint, which enabled him to balance himself between the wall and a crutch, and there oscillate spasmodically by the hour. In this he was entirely beyond competition, and cast into the shade those routine professionals who took tbe common line of bad eyes or unin terestingly motionlessdeformities. It used to depress them when he came on to the ground. Bright little children, even in perfect health, would desist from their amnsements and assail us, struck with the happy thought that they might possjbly wheedle the " strangers" into gome untimely generosity. There was one pretty girl of about ten years, who laughed outright at the thought of her own impudence, but stopped none the less for half an hour on her way to market (carrying a basket on her arm) in order to pester poor Velazquez while he was sketching, and begged him for money, first to get bread, and then shoes, and then anything she could think of. A band opened to 'receive money would be highly a suitable device for the municipal coat of arms. My friend's irrepressible pencil, by the way, made him the center of a crowd wherever he went. Grave business men came out of their shops to see what he was drawing; loungers made long and ingenious detours in order to obtain a good -view of his labors; ragamuffins elbowed him, undismayed by energetio remarks in several languages; until finally he was moved to get up and dis play the contents of his pockets, invit ing them even to read some letters he had with him. To this gentle satire they would sometimes yield. We fell a prey, however, to one silent youth of whomwe onoe unguardedly asked a ques tion. After that he considered hims9lf permanently engaged to pilot us about. He would linger for hours near the fonda dinnerless, and, what was even more terrible, sleepless, so that he might fasten upon us the moment we should emerge. If he discovered our destination, he would stride off mutely in advance to impress on us the fact that we were under obli gations to him; and when we found the place we wanted he waited patiently uutil we had rewarded him with a half cent. If we gratified him by asking him the way, he responded by silently stretching forth his arm and one long forefinger with a lordly gesture, still striding on; and he had a very superior Oastilian sneering smile, whioh he put on when he looked around to see if we were following. He gradually became for us a sort of symbolic shadow of the town's vanished greatness; and from his mysterious way of coming into sight and haunting us in the most unexpected daces. we crave him the name of "ehost." Nevertheless, we baffled him at last! In the street of the Christ of Light there is a small but exceedingly curious mosque, now converted into a church, bo ancient in origin that some of the capitals in it are thought to show Visi gothio work, so that it must have been a Christian church even before the Moorish invasion. Close by this we chanced upon a charming old patio, or court-yard, entered through a woodea gate,and by dexterously gliding in here and shutting the gate we exorcised "Gho6t" for some time. Harper's Magazine. A Burning Lake. It is said that from one of the chief naptha wells of Kussia the liquid shoots up as from a fountain, and has formed a lake four miles long and one and a quarter wide. Its depth is how ever, only two feet. This enormous surface of inflammable liquid recently became ignited, and presented an im posing spectacle, the thick black clouds of smoke being lighted up by the lurid glare of the central colamn of flame, which rose to a great height. The smoke and heat were such as to render a nearer approaoh than one thousand yards' distance impracticable. Suitable means for extinguishing the fire were not at hand, and it was feared that the conflagration would spread under ground in such a manner as to cause an explosion. This supposition led many inhabitants of the immediate vicinity to remove to a safer distance. The quantity of naphtha on fire was esti mated at four and a half million cubic feet. The trees and buildings within three miles' distance were covered with thick soot, and this unpleasant deposit appeared on persons' clothes, and even on the food in the adjacent houses. Not only was the naphtha itself burn ing, but the earth whioh was saturated with it was also on fire, and ten large establishments, founded at great ex pense for the development of the trade in the article, were destroyed. "I don't believe there's going to be much of a war in Europe, after all. said Job Shuttle, as he threw his papers aside. "War in Europe, a great siht! said the wife of his frugal board. "'But there'll be war right here in this house, if you bring any more friends here to dine when I don't have anything but picked up eodflsh on the table." There was an immediate disbursement ef funds far larder supplies. An Old-Tim Outlaw. The death of Jesse James in Missouri, and the frequent references to his rob beries and to his notoriety as "the moefc conspicuous and formidable" scoundrel of the Schinderhannes and Cartouche type ever known in this country, may suggest to some of the News readers, with long memories, that forty years ago or more there was a robber, and a band organized and directed by him on the lower Mississippi, more famous than Jesse or Fiank James, or the "Blue Cut" gang,' more dreaded, rnoro wide-reaching in crime, and far more bloody, for they made it a rule to leave no victim to become a witness. John A. Murrell was a name of terror from the mouth of the Ohio to the . Yazoo, and far back in the inte rior of the States bordering the Missis sippi, on the east side. The west side was too wild a woods for travelers or robbers in those days, but the east was beset for hundreds of miles along the roads leading northward from New Or leens, which were largely traveled by dealers from the North, who had taken down droves of horses or flstboat loads of grain or pork or whiskj. The depre dations were not conflnedto the land, by any means, but unsuspeoting " broad-horns" were captured and pil laged and their crews fed to the fish, while tied up at ni?ht out of the way of steamers and rafts that might sink them in a fog. It is said that the Mur rell gang had hiding places in cares and stored their plunder in them. Western Tennessee was said to be their favorite ground, but they raneed from the north of Mississippi to the Ohio. Many efforts were made to capture the leader and break up the band without effect, till an adventurous young fellow named Virgil Stewart undertook it of his own motion, partly to clear the country of a terror, and partly to em ploy his superabundant energy and daring. He became a member of the gang and continued so for some con siderable time a year or two, possibly more, and finally trapped the great ept villain ever known on the American continent since the days of the bucca neer chiefs, Montbass and Morgan. He was sent to the penitentiary at Nashville for a long term on conviction of robbery, it is to be presumed, as a conviction of murder would have hung him. It may have been that no legal evidence of direct participation in mur der con Id be advanced even by his captor, however complete migb. ha-ra -. been the moral certainty of his gtiilt. Stewart published an account of his adventures in a large pamphlet forty years ago or thereabouts. The robber chief died in '.he penitentiary, or, at all events, before he got a chanoe to re sume his old career, even if he had been so disposed. There are, no doubt, per sons in this city who retain an accurate recollection of the man's adventures and notoriety. Indianapolis News. An Elephant Story. The elephant seemed to get tired first, and just as the first streak of dawn began to show itself in the sky he turned and walked leisurely away. For. a minute or two I heard him crashing among the thickets, and then all was quiet again, as if he'd gone right away. " Now," I thought, " is my time to de camp, too," and down the tree I slipped as nimbly as an acrobat. But I soon found I had been reckoning without my host, for I had hardly touched the ground when there came a crash like fifty mad jaulls charging through as many glass-houses, and out from the thicket, with his great. white tusks leveled at me like bayonets, came my friend the elephant, who had been on the watch for me all the time. Whether I should have ran or stood my ground, and how I should have fared in either case, can never be known now, for just at that moment my foot slipped and down I came, clobe to the tree. The next moment there was a crash as if two trains had run into eaoh other, and I made sure that I was knocked into a hundred pieces at least, aud that it was all up with me. I soonlecame aware, however, that I was etui alive and Bound, while a shrill, frightened cry overhead told me plainly that it was the elephant who had got the worst of it this time. .1 scrambled to my feet gingerly enough, for the brute's great forelegs were stamping and pounding like steam hammers within arm's length of me, and there I saw a sight which, seared as I was, made me laugh till I oould hard ly stand. I had fallen juat in time to escape the blows of the elephant's .tusks, whicb had stuck themselves so deep into the tree that he oould not pull them out aain, and there he was, hard and fast, like a ship run aground. The animal's look of disgust and bewilderment at finding himself in such a fix was as good as a play to behold; but jut then I was in no humor to stop aud ad mire it, for I knew that he might break loose yet, and that if he did it would be all up with me. My first impulse was to take to my heels at once, but the next moment I thonRht better of it, and decided to. settle Mr. Elephant instead. I quickly picked up and reloaded my gun, which had luckily escaped his notice, or he woiUd have trampled it to bits, and, scrambling into the tree again, sent a bullet into his forehead, whioh did its business, and left him standing bolt upright in a very picturesque attitude indeed. Prudery u a perfume that eonocals vitiated air.
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