--J.-Sj-L. 7 13. -F. SCIIWEIER, THE COIBTmmOI TKE TJ5IOI AID THE ETTOEOEMiaT OF THE LAVS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXII. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 6, 1878. NO. 10. oca own. It 1 had known in tne rooming How wearily all the dy Tiie orJs unkind Would tr uble my mind, I said wben I weut ewav, I bad been m rs cartful, darling, Kor given yon heedltes p in; But we ex "our own" With look and tone We may mvcr take ba- I again. Fur tho lgh in the qui. t even:n: I uwy gie you the kisa of paa. Vet it mi,bt be That never far me Tbe pain at the heart should roaae ! H w many go forth in t'x morning That never come home at tiibt ! And hearts have been bioken Bv harch words spoken. That sorrow can ne'er set right. We bare . artful thought for the tranter. An i emJes for the sometime guest, I ut oft for xur owa" The bi tertone, TuuuU we love "our own" t e best. Ah ! hps. w ill curse im;tiDt ! Ah' brow, w.tb teat look of soorn ! Ttre a cruel fate Wire tbe night toa lata To unio the work of :be mom. A Heroine in Bags. Jacqueline DuWis was not French, though licr name would seem to ltiui- cate that such was the case. She was an American working-girl of mixed parentage, her father being of French extraction and her mother a true-born American. she had neither beauty nor education to assist her to gain a livelihood; hence she w as obliged to toil daily in an im mense factory, along with at least a hundred other unfortunate girls and women. '1 lie factory was rattling and buzzing away in the midst of one of the busiest parts of a great city. It had been there for years, and its tall, grimy brick walls stood like a specter amid the buy marts of trade which sur rounded it. The ollice of this factory was ujon the cround iloor, easy of access and a uiodel of ease, elegance and comfort The owner was very robust, fat iu opu- leuce; a prominent member of an up town church: a man whose name was frequently seen in the uaily papers heading some subscription for the sup port of foreign missions w ith a liberal donation. It was a good advertise ment, lie liked it; it paid well. This good man's factory room, where his hundred female slaves toiled through the week to fatten his already adipose purse, did not possess a seat, except the few boxes the girls had begged from the store-room to receive their weary bodies after their limbs had given out and refused longer to support them These girls worked from seven o'clock in the morning until six at night for how much? Not enough to buy food proper for their sustenance, notenough to keep blood iu their veins and strength in their muscles. It is the bitter truth, as many know too well, that the majority of these workers re ceive only from two to three dollars per week, or less than fifty cents per day Then, hangiiigoverthemlikea Damo- clean sword, is the docking system, which eats into their wages like a hun gry rat into the malt. These hard working souls have made the opulent proprietor, w ho now can scarcely spare an hour a day to business, as his time Is entirely taken np by drives, clubs, public gatherings and other pleasures, In this den yes, den! that is the right word. What better name for a place where young girls are taught that their time is almost worthless, and learn the usefulness of honest effort. In this den Jacqueline Dubois labored. She was a very earnest worker, and wonderfully adept, consequently she was one of those who received three dollars per week. She was generous to a fault, and frequeutly divided the scanty luncheon she had provided with a fellow-worker less fortunate than herself. Thus she made friends and thus she made enemies, for the envious and small-souled cannot call generosity friend. home few girls there, who were dressed much better than their position ehould indicate, thus making their means of procuring their finery equivo cal looked down upon her and sueer ingly remarked : 'That Jac. Dubois is terribly stuck up for as homely a girl as she Is." But blessed is a plain, honest face to a girl in these circumstances, as it keeps her from temptations and mise ries. Jac. Dubois, as they called her, had a larger soul and a more intrepid spirit than all the envious lot put together. It was a bright, sunshiny day in May, almost the first bright day we had ex Ierienced. It cheered the hearts of the girls and incited them to renewed ef forts. Jac. Dubois had worked hard all the forenoon, but she was not tired, she wa happy. Her face sparkled with vivacity and her mouth wreathed itself In many smiles. She had been singing, as she worked, singing snatches of Mis sion School melody, which harmonized strangely with the whirl of the machin ery. The reason she was so happy was be cause her mind was so filled with the image of a young and handsome man. She had met George Dunham a few evenings before at a friend's. lie was a young carpenter, and a hard working man. They had since been walking together, and he had asked her if he might linger near the factory after working hours and walk with her homeward. ....... It was two long miles from the factory to Jac.'s home ; but the poor have to live where the rent is cheap, and many have a greater distance than this to walk after their day's work. It was the hour of noou. Jac. had eaten her luncheon and made known her determination of going down on the street to get a breath of fresh air. Several girls offered to accompany her, so that quite a number . were in the party that strolled -down the sunny street to a busy- thoroughfare below, j A they neared the crossing quite crowd met thei.i, surging both ways. A few of the girls stopped on the corner to ogle a party of mechanics, w ho tat with tin pails between their blue-over-alled legs, eatiig the cold bite, w hich nature era veil. Three girls attempted to cross the street. One of theni was Jac. Dubois. Coming toward them from the other side was a nurse and child, about four years old. As the nurse endeavors to pull the little one along it stumbles and falls, the little woman relaxes her hold upon the little white hand and springs forward to avoid the approach of an ex press wagon. The child knows not its danger, but the bystanders see it. The nurse and several women scream, but no one tries to save it. The burly driver strives iu vain to check the restive horses. Almost miraculously they step oyer the little creature lying so helplessly there with out even abraiding the skin. But see! the lovely little head with iu cluster ing curls is directly in the course of the heavily tired wheel. No one can grasp the infant and no one stirs. What an instant, what terrible suspense, when the frightened bystanders expect to hear in an instant the cracking bones of the child's head. Stay ! Oue hatid does strive to grasp the infant and fails. What can she do a slight girl? "What is Jac. Dubois doing"'" springs iuto the brains of her companions. Keadily the girl saw that nothing could save the child's life but a sacrifice, and the sacrifice which came, God knows, from a pure heart was made. Her slender foot was placed firmly be fore the ponderous wheel, then she grasped the spokes and pushed with all her strength to change its course. It turned from its former track just suffi cient to avoid the infant's head ; but in its revolution it pushed poor Jacque line's foot out of ail shape. The child was quickly picked up by one of the bystanders and brushed ofl by the frightened nurse, who tried to quell its sobs, while her own tears were chasing each other down her cheeks. The inanimate form of our poor heroine was laid upon the broad flagging of the sidewalk. She had fainted. "Brave girl! Who is she?" said a benevolent oid gentleman, who had just approached, attempting at tbe same time to chafe some life into ber hands. "Only Jac. Dubois," answered oue of her former companions, who was already surmising what change her ab sence from the factory would occasion in her particular work, and hoping to step into her place. "Jac. Dubois? Oh, neaven! is it Jac?" cried one of the young carpen ters, his pail being flung from him into the street, and he bending down and looking intently into the young girl's face. "You know her, then?" questioned the old gentleman. "Yes, sir, I do?" "Will you care for her? She should have immediate mention. You ought to take her to the nearest surgeon." "She shall have it, sir. I will do so. Ed" to workman "get a carriage for me." "She is a noble girl," said the old gen tleman, looking down at her. "Who is she where docs she live? I should like to call upon her." "Jacqueline Dubois, No. 920 spring street. Will you help me put her into the carriage ?" Various offers were made to put the maimed girl into the vehicle. It was successfully accomplished, and the car riage rolled away to obtain medical aid for the sufferer. The spectators dispersed, the girls re turning to complete their day's work The old gentleman stepped up to the nurse, who was kneeling in a doorway still brushing the particles of dust from the child's dress. He had only seen the crippled girl and beheld her heroic ac tion from a distance. "My good woman, who is this What ! Agnes Gracie ! "Oh, Mr. Lafiin, you won't discharge me, will you ? The baby is safe and sound, and I'll buy her a new frock. I couldn't help it, sir indeed, indeed, in " "Papa, papa!" Mr. Lafiin took his baby in his arms, and kissing ber dear little face, turned from the nurse without a word and gazed in the direction of the rapidly disappearing vehicle, until the large tears gathered in his eyes rolled down his checks. 'Noble girl ! noble girl ! her foot for my child's life ! But she shall not suffer if money can repair the damage." Byron Lafiin was very rich. "Jacqueline Dubois, Xo. 920 Spring street. The old gentleman put it down in hi note-book as he called a carriage to take the careless nurse and his only, his darling child Gracie, to their magnifi cent home. As he pressed her to his bosom her life seemed doubly dear as he thought of the recent' danger and her narrow escajtc. Jaqueline Dubois lies In the only bed room on the first floor of her humble home. The injured foot has been prop erly cared for, but the physician gave little encouragement to her ever walk ing upon it again without the aid of a crutch. By her side is tbeyoung and pleasant- faced carpenter, George Dunham, lie is holding her hand. "George, where is mother?" "Gone to have your? father come home from his work." 'It is too bad," she moaned. "Father will lose a day, and you will lose a day, and I oh, 1 can never walk again!" "Never mind, dear, don't cry. If you will only let George Dunham provide a home for you, yoa will, never want while he has strength." 'Oh, George, are yoa in earnest or do you say this out of pity t The doctor says I am never to use my foot. What would you do with a one-legged wife?" and the poor, suffering girl essayed a laugh, which only ended in a sob of anguish. . Yes, indeed, Jac, I do want you. now can I help loving yoa, knowing as I do what you did to-day?" "Oh, I couldn't help that." "Xo, indeed, a heroic action la the first impulse of a brave heart." Knock! Knock! "See who it is, George." "And your answer is " "I love you!" In a few momenta George returned, bearing in his hand a letter addressed to Jac. "Read it to me, George," she said, as she closed her eyes and set her teeth, determined to endure the excruciating pain without a cry. Citt, May 5, 1877. Misa Dubois : Enclosed I send you my check for $1,000. This is but an in stalment of w hat I intend you shall have. My daughter's life is dearer to me than all my wealth. This you pre served by the sacrifice of all your future prospects, and weeks and months of pain. 1 will call soon and make your acquaintance; but I cannot hesitate an instant in giving you a substantial token of my obligation. My dear girl, a thankful father blesses you. Bvbom Laflls. "George, all this for me?" queried the bewildered girl, eyeing tbe check. "I'll give it to father so he can pay off the mortgage. George, I am glad I did it." "I know you are, dear. Jac, we will forget what I said a few moments ago." "What for, George?" she asked pa thetically. "You will now be amply provided for." "No, George, not wholly provided for unless I have you to share it." Shopping; oa the Sea. People after a long sea-voyage are naturally eager for fresh fruit. A lady passenger on board oue of the Pacific mail steamships, informs us how her desire was gratified while the ves sel was at anchor five miles off the little Mexican coast town of Mazatlan. The natives came on in boats, bringing tempting supplies of the produce of the country. Here were huge clusters of bananas plucked freshly from the tall trees w hich w.c could see quite plainly on the land, of the most exquisite flavor; pineapples, such as can only be rip ened under a warm, mellow, tropical sun ; limes of pleasant acidity, sugges tive of cool lemonade; oranges, too large to hold comfortably in your hand, unless it be a large one. and cocoanuts, melons and mangoes in abundance. That is w hat the merchants ofl e red us. Now how did we buy them ? The distance between us was abou1 the same that it would be if we bad been standing at the upper window of an ordinary two-storied house, and the boatmen on the grouud, anu there was such a clamour of voices of men and women calling their wares and the prices, that it was quite deafening at first. But when trade had fairly begun, it was really quite easy and pleasant, and certainly it was a novel way of going shopping. Suppose we wish some ba nanas. We look about until we find a man who has fine ripe ones, attract his attention, as you would that of a horse car driver, and call out, ''Banana here ;" and he answers in a queer Mexi can fashion : "Ba-nan-a, yes." "How much?" "One bunch fifteen cent." "You send them up." Then he puts his fruit in a light wicker basket, or twine bag, to the han dle of which a long rope is attached, and throws one end of the rope to us. If we are skilful enough we may catch it the first time, but probably not, for the distance is considerable, and it often becomes quite exciting to watch the at tempts of purchasers to get their goods. One young lady of our party nearly fell overboard when reaching for the rope. But when it is once secured, we gently draw up the bag or basket, take out the fruit and put in the money, and toss it down in the boat quite carefully, lest the money should be lost. Now we may like some of the curious necklaces which the women have to sell. If so, we shall do well to wait till it is nearly time for the steamer to leave, as prices diminish rapidly in pro portion to the time for making sales. The Beds of Antiquity. About the earliest data that we have concerning beds are of Egyptian origin, and they are very alight. Sir Gardiner Wilkiuson thinks that the Egyptians usually slept on their day-couches, which were long and straight, some times with a back, sometimes with car ving of the heads and feet of animals at the ends, made of bronze, of alabaster, of gold and ivory, of inlaid wood and richly cushioned. Where these were not in use, mats replaced them, or low pallets made of palm-boughs, with a wooden pillow hollowed out for the head. What Egypt had, Assyria and the rest of the world had ; and the Greek, whenever he could, improved upon other countries' notions; and the Greek couch, judging from tbe bas-reliefs on many vases, was of great ele gance. The Romans, although receiv ing so many of their customs and so much of their art from Greece, had very simple beds until after their eastern conquests. Indeed beds which, with their pillowr , were merely hollows in a slab of stone, have been found among Roman remains. But from the period when their Asiatic dominion increased, the Romans borrowed fashions from the conquered, and they developed a strong taste for luxury, especially in the mat ter of beds. Examples of the Roman form of bed were still preserved in the days of Charlemagne. In the mean time, of course, in the barbaric life of Northern and Western Europe, these forms generally being lost, it was an advance in civilisation when the bench became tbe bed, and people were fas tideous enough at last to feel above sleeping on bundles of straw or heaps of skin upon flags. There are 8,000,000 dairy oowa In tbe United State. Londoa Firms. Some very curious and interesting statistics have been furnished on the subject of mercantile and other firms engaged iu business in the city of Lon don. It appears that in the beginning of the preseut year there existed iu the city nofewer than 11,440 firms engag ed in the wholesale business, exclusive of stock exchange, publishing, retail. and small industrial trades, etc. The wholesale businesses include banking, financial, insurance, aud other firms, Incredible as the statement may seem, the date of the establishment of oue of the existing firms goes back to a period before 1G0O. Tbe original principals of this firm were contemporaries of Shak speare and Bacon, aud it is strange, in deed, that though England has witnes sed two revolutious since the the foun dation of the firm, iu stability aud con tinuance have not been affectec". The firm in question is that of Martiu & Co., established in 1353, or upwards of 320 years ago. Two other firms those of Messrs. Child Jt Co., and Messrs. Gos lings & Sharpe were established be fore 1G50. The Bank of England com menced business in 1694, having been preceded by some years by Messrs. Hoares, Thomson, naukey t Co., aud the Hudson's Bay Company. Of mer chants, Messrs. Baring Bros, it Co., were founded in 17G3, and of wine mer chants, the firm of Hedges & Butle was established in 1067. The firms of ware housemen appear to be of a somewhat later date, none being as yet quite a century old. In the publishing world Messrs. Longmans have done business continuously since 1720, while Mr. Bentley's ancestors published works upwards of 200 years ago. The eleven years from 1S00 to 1877 proved very dis astrous to newly established firms in the city. Iu the former year about COO new firms established themselves, of which in 1877 only 317 remained. Of nearly 650 firms established iu 1S72, about 400 have suspended, but since that period greater stability has prevail ed. The numbers of newly-established firms have also largely increased. In 1873 these firms numbered 733; in 1874 702; in 1S75, 804; while in 1876, no fewer than 1,044 new firms were es tablished. It seems that by far the greater part of the increase consists of small firms in the commission trade and agents of manufacturers from the pro vince and abroad. This increase in the commission and agency business for American aud European manufactur ers is strongly borne out by British im ports. The total imports in 1S71 amou ited to 331,000,000, but in ls7ti the loud amount had riseu to i."376,OUO, 000. George Washington interviewed. A spiritual reporter at a private seance recently held an interview with what purported to be the spirit c George Washington, with the follow ing result: IntemtvctT. "You must be very much shocked at coming back and finding so much corruption in politics and busi ness." Washington. "Nonsense! You are no worse than we were." . "Why, I thought yours was the time of old-fashioned purity and honesty !" jr. "Old-fashioned fiddlesticks ! Was not Arnold a traitor ? Didn't the Con tinental lobbyists from the start try to supplant me with General Artemus Ward ? Weren't one-fifth of the Yan kees cowboys and skinners, robbing friend and foe ? Didn't deacons every where trade in slaves, black and white? Didn't peopie drive sharp bargains then?" ."But history " W. "Bother history ! Half your his tories are made to hide facts, or to give them a false coloring. They've made me out a saint and a demi-god. I was neither. Oti'.y a man with altogether too much diguity for comfort." J. "But you were found praying once at Valley Forge, and " IF. "Well, lots of men will pray when things look dark and desperate. Don't you recollect how I swore at Light-Horse Lee a few months after ward?" ."But isn't It better that we keep up your reputation as a very good and proper man, and all that, just for au example to our youth ?" IF. "Where's the sense of 'exam ples' that never existed ? That reminds me that my friend Abe Lincoln says he wants to be taken out of the Sunday School books. He says he was no semi saint, and that it is a fact that the stcrics he used to tell In frontier bar rooms, when on the Illinois circuit, would disperse a convention of Sunday Schools." . "But you'd like your character for republican simplicity preserved?" IF. "Hold there ! I never was oue of your so-called republicans, I didn't mix freely with the people. I was aristo cratic and exclusive in my tastes, like my people before me; drove my car riage and six; hunted with the gentry; had a family pew with the family arms over it ; would have one to-day were 1 to live that life over again. I didn't compose the document about the equal ity of all men either." . "But, General, you must own to some great qualities. Your refusal to take advantages of your influence with the army at the close of the war, and to make yourself a king?" IF. "All that's gratuitous assump tion of a lot of Fourth-of-July lawyers, who got np adulatory orations about me to pave their own way to Congress. There was never the least show for me to seize the reins of power. It was just the last thing then that the States and people would stand." ."Now. did you ever tell a lie?" IF. "Of course I did, you idiot! and paid for having them told, too while we 'fit' in the Revolution. Those fibs are military necessities." . "What do you think of oar age, anyway ?" W. "It's an improvement on 1776. More of bad and good dragged to light. Lord ! you'd be astonished did you real ize the general ignorance of one hun dred years ago. Doctors prescribed nothing but calomel, and frequent blood-letting. Every disease and acci dent was 'a dispensation of Divine Providence;' and nobody but the rich could ever get oue hundred miles from home. You're an improvement, bad as you are. Good-night ! I must be off, as I'm fighting now for the independence of Venus." Tragedy at Sea. Captain HigbeeT' of the schooner Speedwell, of isomer's Point, X. J., re cently narrated a terrible sea tragedy. He says : "We left Charleston, December 17, leaded with phosphate rocks a terrible bad cargo to carry in rough weather. We were bound for Baltimore and had provisions for a short voyage. Ip to Dec. 30, we bad light, pleasant winds, but on the night of the 30th a hurricane burst upon us. We were then about tweuty miles off Cape Hatteras. The wiud lasted seventy hours. When it gave us a chance to clear up our decks we found our galls gone, our sails split, our boat stove and everything washed from the deck that the water could get a purchase on. We made the best sail we could, but our progress was slow. On January 13, 1 was startled with the thought that our provisions might run short. All hands were put on short al lowance, but w hat we had left lasted us only five days. The last mouthful was eaten on January 23. The men were feeling very weak, aud, to make it worse, a northwest gale took us on the very next day, starting the upper deck and causing us to spring a leak. Three days after that, the men having been without food four days, and weakened by laboring at the puiu ps, three of them , David Barrett, George Seaman aud Wal ter Sampson, all colored, gave out. That left the mate, James L. Somcrs, the cook, Sylvester Herbert, one sailor, George Hicks, and myself, four men, to manage the vessel. We four are all white. We were fast tecomingexhaust- cd. "On January 30, we had all lieen ab solutely without food for seven days. e had plenty of water, because it rained nearly everyday. We had chew ing tobacco, but no spirits of any kind. George Seaman was the first of the col ored men to give out. After he had been without food for four or five days he became crazy. On the morning of the 30th the three colored men were iu the forecastle together. There were no white men there. I was afterwards told by the other two colored men that Seaman declared that he would kill Walter Sampson to eat him. Each of the three had pistol, as I afterwards discovered. Suddenly Seaman made an attack on Sampson. lie did not fire at hira with his pistol. He either drew it or else attempted to strike him. Samp son, however, was too quick for him. He drew his own pistol and killed Sea man instantly. He fired three shots. Seaman did not fire. I heard the shots. I went into the forecastle and found beaniau dead. 1 he rest of us were afraid of our lives. If the negroes had not got into the quarrel and killed one of themselves, probably they would have attacked us. We bad no pistols. That afternoon we cut a piece off of the fleshy part of the leg and broiled it on the fire. What we did not want we put in a barrel with some salt, because we did not want to run the risk of having another man shot. The rest of the body we afterwards buried with proper cere monies. I ate a piece as large as my two fingers only. It was handed to me as it was taken off the fire, and 1 cover ed it ou both sides with mustard, but that night I felt bad effects from it. I resolved that I would eat no more of it. "I don't think any of us were in our right mind on January 30. I am pretty sure I was uot. It seemed to me as if my blood had stopped flowing. 1 felt throughout my w hole body just as a man's foot feels when it is "asleep." On the next day the Speedwell rescued us. The schooner went to the bottom, probably, the night we left her." African Wittheraft and Cannibalism. Paul Du Chaillu, the well known African explorer, tells the following about witchcraft and cannibalism in Africa : The great curse of that country is its superstitions, and it is very hard to get at the bottom facts about their re ligious belief. They have two names which represent our idea of God and Satin. The latter is the source of all evil and w itchcraft. When a person is sick he is bewitched by some one, and the sorcerer or sorceress has to be killed. The doctors point them out. and they haye to swallow poison to prove their innocence. The poison is the root of a tree called bando, belonging to the strychnine order, but these doc tors take it and do not die. Here, if a man sees the new moon over his right shoulder, or his left, it is lucky or un lucky ; but there it is unlucky if he sees the new moon at all, and on the day of the new moon nobody dare go out of his hut. The queen of witchcraft liyes in the moon, aud the people of the world are the insects upon which witchcraft feeds, and when witchcraft is very hun gry she sends the plague and kills more people. Those who have any connec tion with the spirit in the moon are wo men, and must be in a trance. The peo ple are honest in their beliefs, but of course there is jugglery among them. Among many tribes cannabalism ex ists, but I think it is a sort of religious feast, as they do not kill psople pur posely except prisoners of war. As among the Indians, they have no mercy ou those taken in war. I made inqui ries about this cannabalism ; I wanted to know which were best eating, wo men or men. They all agreed that wo men were the best. Their war dance is perfectly terrible. They cover them selves all over with war paint and with clay that had been saturated witb the decayed flesh and brains from the heads of their dead warriors, which they al ways keep in a particular house in every village. Then they have a dance, and when morning comes each man cuts his hand in several places and lets tbe blood flow into a large wooden disb( and they rub themselves with that jqood and then go to war. A .lew Way to Betaia Subscribers. An indignant subscriber to a New Jersey paper went into the office a few days ago aud ordered his paper stopped, because he differed with the editor in his views of suboiling fence-rails. The editor conceded the man's right to stop his paper, and remarked, coolly, as he looked over his list : "Do yoa know Jim Sowders, down at Hardscrabble?" "Very well," said the man. "Well, he stopped bis paper last week because I thought a farmer was a blamed fool who didn't know that tim othy was a good thing to graft on huc kleberry bushes, and he died iu less than four hours." "Lord ! is that so?" said the aston ished Granger. "Yes; and you know old George Erickson, down on Eagle Creek?" "Well, I've heard of him." "Well," said the editor, gravely, "he stopped his paper because 1 said he was the happy father of twins, and con gratulated him ou his success so late iu life. He fell dead within tweuty min utes. There's lots of similar cases, bu. it don't matter, I'll just cross your name off, though you don't look stroug, and there's a bad color on your nose." "See here, Mr. Editor!" said tbe sub scriber, looking somewhat alarmed, "I believe I'll just keep on another year, because I always did like your paper; and, come to think about it, you're a young man, and some allowance orter be made;" and he departed, satisfied that he had a narrow escape from death. How She Lost Her Reason. We were on board the steamer Ventu ra, which afterwards went to pieces off the coast of Monterey. The Ventura was a fine-looking steamer, and well manned, and plied between San Franciosc and the lower coast, carrying freight and passengers. I do not remember how many ot the latter were on board the boat at the time I write; my recollection alone re calls two persons a young girl of seventeen, or thereabouts, aud a man of forty. I remember the man of forty very distinctly, and I may say vindict ively, for he threatened to kick me iuto the sea if I didn't mind my business ; and as for 'iie girl of seventeen, I re member her because she was iu couipa uy with this man, and wore mourning, and was altogether very pretty and in teresting. Do not misunderstaad me; she was not pretty in the sen so that other girls are pretty ; she was not bright, anima ted, chatty; on the contrary, she was cold asau icicle; she never smiled, she scarcely ever looked up ; she was like a person brooding over a terrible wrong. Her black eyes had a far-away look, as if trying to pierce the gray bills, or, when turned on the water, they seemed to fathom the ocean ; yet, I believe now that her mind was turned inward, and she saw nothing external. Probably you would like to know what business I had observing this girl so close. That Is a question I cannot answer; I do not know myself, only that I was young,and, perhaps curious, uot only this, but very impressible. As I have said, she was a girl of very peculiar behavior and appearance; 6he looked like no one else I had ever seen, and 1 began to wonder, and thick, and conjecture who she was, where she came from, and whither she was going. She was on the forward deck in the morning, and at noon and at night, all the time looking at the water or at the distant hills or the sky, or at some creature of her own fancy floating in the air. Had this big, black-whiskered man not been constantly by hcrside, I would have questioned her at once on the cause of her strange melancholy, but, as it was, I merely kept my wondering eyes on her, all the while thinking, all the while building around this mourn ful beauty the walls ol a terrible mys tery. The first night f even dreamed about her. She was the last person on deck, and as I left her still bending over the railing looking at the foaming sea, I went to my room, and, retiring, dreamed that she was the daughter of the man who was constantly watching her, aud that he was a murderer. I dreamed more than this, a disconnected fctory, altogether wild and improbable, and the next morning, long before any one else was up, I was on deck, ready to seize upon any new developeuients. I had no idea of finding or seeing any thing of a startling nature, but 1 did find and see just this and nothing more. It was simply a thin strip of paper torn from a memorandum-book and covered with elaborate writing, which, when interpreted, bad this significance: "J sax : The way to kill him is to cut off his head. Do it and I'll giye you a hundred dollars." "MaRGURlT." This was a strange note, and I won dered about it more than a little. I could scarcely believe that it was tbe work of the young girl in mourning, yet all the circumstances of the case tended that way. But what did the note signify? Was there a dark deed of blood contempla ted? And who was Jean, or, for that matter, who was Marguret? I still held the note in my hand as the young woman came on deck, but she did not see it, nor did she see me, but, passing to the prow of the boat, she leaned over the railing and fastened her eyes on the gray hills in the distance. 1 do not remember how I felt at that moment; I only know that I stepped quickly forward, and, with a voice that I could not control, asked the dreamer if she were not afraid of falling into the water. Then, like a flash, she turned her eyes on me and said : "Afraid of the water? Tou do not know me, it seem.?, I am afraid of noth ing. Who are you ?" "I told her my name, but she did not appear to comprehend my words; but, with her black eyes still upon me, spoke again : "Are yon going far?" "To Los Angeles," I replied. "Do you live there?" "Xo; do you?" "Yes, when they will let me. I have been away for a year." "That's a long while," I said. "I suppose you are glad le get back." She did not reply to this, but, sweep ing the deck with her eyes, said quickly : "Are you rich?" "No, on the contrary, I am poor." "What could you do with a thousand dollars?" she asked. The note I had found came into my my mind like a flash, and for a moment I could not speak. Was the girl going to offer me money to take a human life? As I did not answer at once, she re peated the question, and I said : "I could do a good deal with a thou sand dollars, but I refuse " The girl gave a suspicious glance over the deck, and, turning, I saw two black eyes glaring at me. aud the next moment the tall, black-whiskered com panion of the girl strode toward us. "What do you here?" he said sharp ly, looking at me. "Nothing," I replied, "only looking at the sea. Who are you ?" "I am the guardian of this girl," he thundered, "and don't dare speak to her again." And here Is where he threatened to kick me into the sea. I left the deck at once, more perplex ed that ever, and I saw neither the man nor the woman again that day or the next, and then we landed. At the wharf I met a reporter of one of the city papers, and I showed him the note without hesitation, and ho smiled and said : "I understand it. Come with me." Half an hour later we entered a yard which led to a low, rambling house, on tbe veranda of which was a man of great age. His hair was perfectly white likewise his beard, and his form was bent and tottering. "What is it ?" said the old man as we halted before him. "A note from your granddaughter," answered my friend, the reporter. "What does she say ?" ''She offers Jean LaRus, the murder er, $1,000 to kill Vasques, the renown ed robber." "Poor girl," sighed the old man, "I fear she is as crazy as ever. My ton, I suppose, is bringing her home?" ies, and then turuiug to me the reporter said : "Y'ou do not understand this, so I w ill tell you tbe story. ''This young girl is crazy; she has been in the asvluni at Stockton for over a year. To begin with she had a lover, a fine young man, who met his death eighteen mouths ago at the hands of asquez, the robber. A former lover of the girl hired the outlaw to commit the deed, and when it was known that he was dead, Marguret lost her reason. Everything has been done that c"an be (tone. the thinks constantly of her lover and the man who took his life, and seems only to wreak vengeance ou the murderer. I understood all now, and turned to go, and there, coming up tho w alk, was the mau and the girl. I did not wish to meet them, so, tak ing my friend by the arm, we took a by path to the road. For several weeks following I heard nothing of the case, when one morning my friend, the journalist, told me that the beautiful but unfortunate girl Mar guret was dead. She had bribed a Mexican attendant to bring her a tarantula, and placing the euormous spider on her arm, like Cleopatra of old, deliberately left the world. - IMscoTery off Treason. In the month of December, 1830, a mutiny arose on board of the brig Vineyard, then 10 miles off the Long Is land coast. The mutineers murdered the Captain and mate, and scuttled the ship. Part of the cargo consisted of coin to the value of about $10,000, the projierty of Mr. Stephen Girard. of Philadelphia, to w hom the vessel was consigned, and with this sura the crew left the ship anil started for the shore in two boats. They made for Barren Is land, the present depot for the dead an imals of New York and Brooklyn, on which, at the time, lived a man named Johuson, the only inhabitant of the Is land. The two boats contained the mutineers aud their plunder found the surf too heavy, and w ere in danger of being swamped, so to lighten one of them, a large chest in which part of the treasure was contained was thrown overboard. They then reached the beach and buried the remains of the treasure in the sand. Proceeding to Mr. Johnson's house, they spent the night there, in tbe course of which one of the party told Johnson of the crime they had committed, and of the money buried on the shore. Johnson imme diately informed the authorities, aud the mutineers were captured and tried, and two of them were condemned aud hanged on Kennedy's (uow Bedloe's) Island. Search has been made from time to time for this buried treasure, aud a large amount of it recovered. A sou of the Johnson who resided on Barren Is land at the time of the mutiny now lives in Bridge Street, Brooklyn, and is en gaged in the fish business. A short time ago he was fishing inside the is land when it blew very hard, and he lest his anchor in about three fathoms of water. Soon after he returned with a drag to recover the anchor, and was occupied three days in the search. Tired and disheartened, he was about giving up the task as hopeless, w hen on the fourth day, the iron grapple brought up a large square box so covered with weeds and shell-fish as to be scarcely recognizable. On examination it proved to be a sailor's chest bound with iron, but wanting a lid. The loss of this, however, was supplied by a solid layer of sand about three inches thick, w hicli was removed with great difficulty. Under this was a layer of black mold, apparently the remains of clothes, which was easily cleared away. John son then saw before him a chest nearly half filled w ith Mexican and Spanish gold and silver dollars. The coins were stuck together, and were black with the action of the water the silver pieces especially being soclosely attached that hammer and chisel had to be used to separate them. The gold was honey combed and the surface rough and de faced, the principal coins being $20 piece. The whole smouot found was $4,800. The Girls Advice Josh Billings has to Uive Them. Dear girls, are you in search of a husband? That is a pumper and you are not re quested te say "Yes" out aloud, but are expekted tew throw yure eyes down onto the earth as tho you was looking for a pin, and reply tew the interroga tory with a kind of drau'.in sigh. Not tew press so tender a theme until it bekums a thorn in the flesh, we will presume (tew avoid argument) that you are on the lookout for something in the male line. Let me give yu sum small chunks ov advice how to spot jour future husband: 1. The man who is jellous ov every little attenshun which you get from some other fellow yu will hud after yu are married to him he luvs himself more than he du yu, and what yu mistook for solissitude yu will discover has changed to Indifference. Jellosy isn't a heart diseze It is a liver kom plaint. 3. A mustaah Is not indispensable ; it is only a little more hair, and is much like moss aud other exuressenc.es often doz the best on sile that won't raise anything else. Don't forget that those things which you admire in a fellow before marriage you will probably dis like in a husbaud alter, aud a must ash will get to be very week diet after a long time. 3. If husbands could be took on trial as Irish cooks are, two thirds ov theia would probably be returned; but there dou't seem to be euny law for this Therefore, girls, yu will see that after yu git a man yu have got tew keep him, eveu if yu los on him. Consequently, if yu have got enny kold vitties in the house, try him on them once in a w hile during scouring season, and if he (wal lers them well and sez he will take sum more, he iz a man who, when blue Monday cum;, will wash well. 4. Dou't marry a pheller who is alwus tellin how his mother dcz things. It iz two hard to weeu a yung one. 6. If a young man can beat yu play rig ou a piaunor aud kant hear a fish horn playing on the strtet without turning a summerset on account of the mueick that is in bjm, I say to leave him ; he might answer to tend baby, and if yu set him hoeing out the garde u yu will find that yu have got to do it yourself. A man whoze whole heft lies in musick (and not too hefty at that) isn't no better than a sedliu powder; but if he luvs to listen while yu sing som gentle ballad, yu will find him mellow and not soft. But dou't marry ennybody for just oue virtue euny quicker than yu would 11 jp a mau for jist ore fault. 6. It Li one of the most tuffest things for a female to be au old maid success fully. A great many has tried it aud made a bad job of it and had a hard time. Everybody seems to look upon old maids jist as they do upon dried herbs ia the garret handy for sickness and there fore, girls, it ain't a mistake that yu shud be willing to swop yourself opu with some true hearted phellow for a husband. The swop i a good oue; but don't swop for any man who iz respec table jist because his fthtr iz. Y'ou had better be an old maid for 4,000 years and tliea join the Shakers than tew buy repentance at tiiis price. Xo womau ever made this trade who didn't get either a phool, a mean cuss or a clown for a husband. 7. In digging down into this subject I find the digging goes harder the further 1 get. It is much easier tew in form yu wno not to take, for the reason there iz more of them. I don't think you will foller my ad vice if I give it, and, therefore, I will keep it, for I look upon adv:ce as I do upon castor ile a mean dose to give and a mean dose to take. But I must say one thing, girls, or spile. If you can find a bright eyed, well ballusted boy, who looks upou poverty az sassy az a child looks upou wealth who had rather sit down upou the curbstone iu lront of the Fifth Aveuue Hotel and eat a ham sandwich than go inside aud run in debt for his dinner and toothpick and who is a man with that sort of pluck that mistakes a defeat for a victory mi advise is to take him body aud soul snare him at oust, for he is a stray trout, a breed very skarse iu our waters. Take him, I say, and b:ld on.o him as hornets build ou a tree Yankee Cheek. It is a curious fact that the United States was the first nation to force an entrance through the closed straits of the Dardanelles. Iu ISjI Commodore Bainbridge, who had a secret message to convey to the Sultan from the Dey of Algiers, sailed from Algiers for Constantinople iu the Americau lrigate George Washington. As he knew he would not be allowed to proceed up to tbe capital, he made show of coming to anchor off the Castle of ihe Dardanelles, iu the meanwhile firing a heavy salute. As the wiud blew strong np the channel, under cover of the smoke of his own and the reciprocated salute, he spread all his canvas to the breeze. Before the Turks cou d discover his manoeuvres he was out of range of their cannon, and speeding his way with such velocity that it was impossible to overtake him. When he cast anchor off the mouth of the Golden Horn, and displayej the stars and stripes great was the surprise and consternation. He was supposed to be a pirate, as the flag of the United States, never having been before floated in Turkish waters, was unknown. Having no knowledge of America, tbe Turkish authorities were informed the vessel was from the New World. Afier considerable delay, and threats of im prisonment in the Seven Towers for having passed through the Dardanelles without previous permission, the Commodore was admitted to anauJience at the palace, and eventually accom plished the objects of his mission. With the advertisements, the Lon don directory has now become a massive volume of more than three thousand pages. :1 1 if J
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