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The Georgia Enterprise. •oiJiMK XXIV. I for the Friendship (N. TANARUS.) Bxoistxb] th Wilder’s Journal. ETTA E. S. BENSON, >f " Barbara Pore," “ Her True id.” “Dr. Vetnor’i I-or# At tin,” ■•The Missing King,” “ Love’s Sacrifice," etc. CHAPTER XL n day in mid April. A day of untending with unhine, and onal full of warm rain upon the wakening earth. I remember ert had thrown open the door lservatory lending into the sit 1, and that the sweet mingling lanv blossoms tilled the house., w days before he had brought tie room we dignified with the .tudio a pot of beautiful Master h a request that 1 should paint riven my best effort to the work t an unusual satisfaction result. That morning 1 ;ed the painting upon an lie sitting room for Robert’s in 11c ga ed upon it in silence • (an uncons iouably long time to me) before he said: “There i of genius in that picture, my ample ns it is, for it is almost y real. s almo t like a sentient thing, l something from your own i its beautiful belief in a daily on into a higher life, stole down r brush us you painlcd and im :self upon the canvas.” eculled James from the garden, nis a born florist,ne ex eturning to his sett. “lie loves i most of us do our dearest .ad I would like his opinion.” stood before the easel a few min in band, then turned to with a smile of pleasure li s florid face. “Lord, Mr. t ju>t seems as if I could sec the lin’ up out o them Id es It my muid a picture that used to a gallery in London. It was only ■■Sit lure of a little, ha f (Ire sed fel letßrut. sir, that little chap would me back wi.li his eves till times before 1 could make mind to <_;o and leave him a'one. sunn th ug.nicer about pictures, of ’em is just liau'some dead a and then there's others that ap- JMIH as if they was a talkin’ to you. SmSthese lilies look as if they was full se ret they’d be glad to have know. 1 ask your pardon for taH’ so fice.” And with a smile and tHauU you, James,’’ from Robert, he ■I Kick to his wotk. “Promise me, Robert said, himself pressing tin reli .-f against my foolishly tear- s, “that whatever happens, you tiifully pursue this line of work. I* ■!! not ouly be a source of great to you, but a picture of this kind in a home of poverty and vice WlHl often teach a lesson no mere words Bijar. God I even while we stood thus, '■MBl' atied heart, every pulsation of a erable bliss, tiierc hung over shadow of a dread, impending “ ABboy just left this letter for you, Mr, Vpluey,” said Martha's voice at the t opent and the letter, and as he face took on the expre-sion of sues a sure and sudden death reKMg itun in the face. 1 had seen such HBUPS once on the face of a man who from the third-story window of a building with fierce flames sur- him. 1 shall never forget it— flHtxcd white look of horror. ei t crushed the letter irt his hand, IjMßrossiug to a window stood there hour—an eternity to me—still carved from marble. Then he sat down upon the couch be “tMoo' drew “.V bead down to his and pissed Ids hand over my hair in such gentle tonches as a loving mother bestows upon -*^B' r child she has punished. little wife, are you brave to bear the shock of a great dis- ims suddenly conio upon think of nothing but that his had unexpectedly vanished, as jpi>jfortunes sometimes do. And so e l with a smile on my face as I “ft® it op to ilia, out of which all lifo seemed to have been stricken: hoar anything with you, Hob- Ha turned his face away with a low afayfhe was suffering an almost 1 told you once that Estelle PiiTelle was dead. I supposed I was telling you Cod’s truth. But she is alive, she li in this city.” The words fell from |lis lips with a slow impressiveness. Jn-tantly the whole terrible truth dawned upon my consciousness. “A ml 1, O 'ltobert, I am not your Ijflis arms tightened their hold upon but he offered no denial. Kply fa e hid itself against his heart. I endured the agony of the moments followed Ido not know. I could of nothing clearly. I seemed shut ■by the walls of a great dumb horror, ■“‘c, Edith! I have brought this upon B" ■ I should never have bound your to mine!” His words recalled me. loved you ltobert! I love y*u now! can ever change that. Its bliss boundaries will satisfy my heart. B>t I am not your wife, and 1 must go front you for a time, perhaps for ■Vi ou shall not go, Edith,” he ex- I ■aimed, pressing burning kisses on my ace and lips. “ This woman who ruined n many years of my life shall not rob ne of tliis latest, dearest bliss!" Cooler judgment and calmer thoughts lame after a while, and we were enabled to sit, a people will even in the midst of the deepest grief, and talk of the present and the future, of the common place events which enter so largely into our human existonce. “I shall not see this woman at all,” Hobrrt said, in the midst of our talk, "unless she intrudes herself upon me. i •hall send my attorney to her, but not to *eck for any manner of compromise, Act a dollar of my father’s money shall cv ® r ke her's to enjoy. If lam com pelled by law to give her anything it snail come from the little I had accu mulated by my own efforts,’* Nor do I want you to feel more grieved tnnn you can well help over the sad posi tion you will lie for a time forced to oc cupy. 1 will do all in my power, my deal wife, to make it easy us possible lor you. And I want you to always keep in mind tin* thniijjht tlist there is a law of God which is higher than tho laws sometimes wntteii upon our statute books. You are aa much my wife in all my thoughts and feelings as though this woman had been really (load. I dread our tempirary separation for many reasons, and there is one reusun for regretting it which almost drives me to tho brink of tnndnesi.” Our lips met, and we clung to each other. “Vou shall remain where you are and I will go away—not out of the city”— seeing my look of fear, “but away from our home until something can be de termined upon.” “No, oh, no, Robert! I would sooner go away myself. And to Rose. 1 don t think I could live away from her now.” “That shall be as you desire. If there there lsunything, my dear wife, which can in any manner comfort you, or give you strength to endure this unexpected trial, that is what I shall most want for you. But, |>erhaps, it is not beat that you should decide this question just now. Wait till you have grown calmer." “No delay will alter my decision, Rose can comfort me I am sure. She will say something to take the hopeless ness out of my heart. And since there is a necessity for my going, I would rather go to night. You will tell her, Roliert?” “I will arrange everything, Edith Then he went away and left me standing there listening to the sound of his re ceding footsteps. They were to me like the measured peals of a funeral bell, like the first fall of eartli on a dear cottin lid. There are blows that strike upon the human heart and the wound lies too deep for tears. I was in just ♦hat condition. My grief seemed to have paralyzed all outer sigus of emotion, I went about preparing for departure dry-eyed and with hands that never once fiultered at their task. Yet I had wept not two hours before because an uncultured workman had praised my “Easter Lilies.” How marvelous it appeared. I must have died, I thought, within myself, and been resurrected another person, and into another world in which there was no joy, no peace, no sweet, fond hopes. Martha came to me after a time. She had been weeping. “I have come to help you, poor dear lamb,” and she was crying again, with her face hidden in her checked gingham apron. “ Don’t cry, Martha, it will all come right in time.” Yet I noticed how empty ol hope was the sound of my own voice. When I left Hose Cottage, the upper rooms I had occupied had been given to Dick, and iny furniture had been re moved to a large pleasant room opening off Hose's sleeping-room. This was the whole of a small wing which as an after thought had been added to the original house, and with an outer door fronting upon the street. This room I found prepared for my coming, when in the cool starry stillness of the April evening I entered Rose Cottage to again become its inmate, for how long no one could tell. At the door, and at my request, Robert had said good-bye. “I shall come to see you often,” he said,between slow, linger ing kisses, “and I will never rest until the great wrong I have unconsciously done you has been righted to the fullest extent of my power.” “Come in, my dear Edith; come in,” said Mrs. Owens, in a tremulous voice, and with the same warmth of welcome she would have given Rose under similar circumstances. Dick came forward and removed my outer wraps with a gentle touch acquired bv his long attendance upon Rose, and whispered as he kissed my cheek: “Now it will seem like homeagain. Never has been just like it since you went away, Dithy.” “Thank you, Dick.” Then there was Rose, waiting in the room that was now to be mine, waiting with outstretched, eager arms, and a sweet, quivering smile upon tho face that was growing more and more spiritual. “May God keep and comfort you, Edith.” The loving eyes, the pitying voice, the closo warm touch, caused a new rush of feelings, and tears and pas sionate sobs came to relieve the pent up agony of my heart. Rose wept with me. The tears awakened my perceptions to a new vividness. The dread misery of the present took diflnite shape before me. The future was a great blank wall against which my imprisoned soul beat its wings in vain. “O, God! why must the swoetness drop out of everything!" I exclaimed, leaning back wearily in my chair. “Because, Edith, we are creatures of growth,” Hoso reponded after a moment of thought. “It was a poet who wrote: -"lltaait truth, with him who Sings To one clear harp on divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.” "But who shall so forecast the years, And find in loss a gain to match ! Of reach n hand thro’ time to catch The far-off interest of tears)” “And so being blind, we weep and question, till some day, when God wills it thus, we wake to find within out hearts a something better than our loss.” The low voice dropped in silence. I started to my feet and walked the floor hastily back and forth. “What could be better tome than Hobert’s love and companionship?” I cried. “This morning I dwelt in an I'dcn of bliss; to night, Hose, I am shut without, and looking bank, see only the flaming iword. ” “The shutting out is only fora time." “Perhaps; but it will never be the same again. A phantom from the past has come between our lives. Something —a great blissful something has dropped out of our love. No, Bose, Robert and I can never take up our mar ried life again just as it has been. We may love each other as fondly, wo may live on happily year after year, but there will be a difference. Tear but one petal from the heart of a rose and the flower is not quite the same. I know to-night, as I shall know when the years have come and gone, that the wound in my heart cannot henlleaving no scar behind." I sank into my chair with a feeling of utter exhaustion. Rose let her gaze dwell upon me tend erly. She was wise enough to under stand that in such a despairing mood, no words could comfort me like this mute expression of her deep sym pathy. r ** * * * From that night I remember noth ing distinctly until 1 opened my eyes one morning to ? find the sun shine drifting in through the half closed blinds of an open window. r lhe low branches of a tree growing near Btirred softly in the wind. The fra grnneo of May blossoms filled the room like the breath of a sacred incense; the flutter and song of birds, and the low droning flight of bees among the l oners, all of these things stole into my soul with a delicious sense of peace and rest. Something touched my lips. Some thing lay upon my head like the solemn tenderness of a benediction. I heard a low "Thank God!” and turning my eyes slowly upward from the window suw Robeit’s white, worn face bending near mu. I tried to speak; tried to smile; but sank awav into a ouiet slumber. This eveut was succeeded by a mute dream like state of happiness, in which I watched the formsof those I loved pass ing in and out of the room, an ticipating every want, speaking to me in low happy tones, and stooping down to catch my whis[>crcd replies. Soinotimes it was Mrs. Owens, or Rose, or Edna, who moved about the room or sat beside me; but always there was Robert. If I fell asleep, he was holding my hand, if I woke, my eyes looked first upon his dear face. I was vaguely conscious that some new, sweet bond held our souls in unison, and one day anew joy crept into my heart, for he laid our month old baby down upon my arm. In silence I looked upon the sweet velvety face, then up into the grave noble one of which this other was the exact counterpart. “Robert, was it all a horrible dream, or is it true that I am not ?” “You are my own wife, and you have nothing in this world to think about but to get well and be happy. ” After that my recovery was rapid. It was a sunset hour in the latest May days, when, at my request, Robert told me what had transpired during the weeks of my unconsciousness. “The evening yon came here,” he said, “I sent James with a verbal mes sage to Estelle, to the effect that my at torney would cull upon her the billowing morning. There was nothing farther to be done just then but to wait. I could not sleep; I could not rest. A silence like death had fallen over our home. I went up to your deserted room, and sitting down by its eastern window, re mained there through that never-to-be forgotten night, I realized that I had come into a terrible crisis of my fate, from which there seemed no escape. All the events of my past rose before me v ith a life like vividness. I could sec the possibilities of the future taking form after form of misery. Your eyes, full of their sad, sweet shadows, sought mine appealing to me for the help 1 could not give. I heard continually the tender pathos of your voice just as I had heard that day when I told you the truth —“And I, Oh, Robert, I am not your wife!” I cried aloud in my agony, remembering that I had brought this suffering and disgrace upon vo ir dear, stainless life. I tried to pray, but my lips were dumb. The blue canopy of heaven bent above me like soulless brass. The stars hedged me in with their awful atiswerless silence. No gleam of hope penetrated the darkness. 1 felt that I was a lost soul and I must sit alone forever with this haunting phantom of my sin; the darkness growing deeper; the silence more unswerless as the cycles of the eter nal years moved on. These words stood out before my vision clear and distinct: “Sin is its own puuishment; right doing its own inestimable reward.” Off in the eastern sky there appeared it last a faint line of gray, but it only deepened my sickening sense of misery. Later on there was a rosy flush in the east, and I saw someone running up the street. It was Dick. I met him at the door. He was tyying. “It is Dithy,’ he sobbed, “she is dying.” From that moment every thought merged itself into anxiety for your life. For a long time you lingered in the very border-land and more than once I pressed what I thought was a farewell kiss upon your unrespons ive lips.” He took me into his arms and was silent a moment, while his heart beat rapidly against mine. “O, Edith! what lessons of pity, of patience, of love, of faith I learned by your bedside. I had been trying for years to be a good man. I had devoted the best part of these years to acts of mercy. I had prayed with the repentant, given hope to the dying, and consoled the sorrowful. I thought that I had sounded the depths of my own nature. That I knew the best and the worst ol myself. Your sickness brought me into anew phase of experience. For many days I clung to you in a state of hard, prayerlcss rebellion. All my hope seemed centered in your helpless, fever wasted form. I felt it impossible to go on into the years, miss’ng forever the sound of your voice, the touch of your hands, the answer ing light of cheer and love that had always shone in your eyes as they looked into mine.” A tear fell on my face. “As I sat here beside you one night, moistening your lips, and sometimes tak ing you into my arms to still your rav ings, the angel of submission suddenly folded her wings in my heart. “O, God!” I cried inwardly, “is not Thy love greater than mine?” I seemed to sec no longer as “through a glass darkly, but face to face.” I felt that if you died you would not leave me quite alone. That death would not loose but only endear the bond which united our souls. That through days of labor, and in tlie silent night pauses, you would he sure to be with me, helpful and loving still. I was spared the pn’n of parting with you, Edith. You will soon be well and strong again, and for many rea-ons life will have n wider and deeper meaning for us both, than ever before.” While he talked the sunset had faded out and the gathering shadows of night came stealing softlv into the room. “Are you strong enough to hear that part of my story which has reference to Estelle, or will you wait until another time!” “I am not tired. Let me hear it now, Robert. ” A slight breeze had sprung up. !'• eroee and shut a window to exclude the wind, and folded a white wool shawl about my shoulders before proceeding with his story. [to be continued.] All Ready. When war was declared by Franca against Germany Von Moltke was seri ously ill. The King got the news late in the evening and went to consult the Count, whom he found asleep. Ihe Count was aroused, when the King in formed him that war was declared. “With whom?” asked the General. •With France.” was the reply. “The third portfolio on the left,” was all the Count vouchsafed to say, and he fell 4sleep immediately. Mr B. P- Clarkaon, editor of the lowa State KegseUr, says IhatDsa Moines bee at least twanty-Ave par cent, more stores than she bad whan cursed by saloons, and that her personal property has Increased in value by millions oi dollars. "Jf7 COUNTRY: MAY SIIK KVKIt UK RIGHT; RIOUT OR WRONG, MY COUNTRY P-Jima**. COVINGTON. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 16. 1881). SOUTHERN ITEMS. ITEMS OF INTEREST FROM VA RIOUS POINTS IN THE SOUTH. Fire partly destroyed the oil house ol the Charlestown & Savannuh Railway Sunday; also 80 bales of cotton. Several steam tugs left Wilmington, N. 0., and South l'ark Sunday lor the relief of the British steamer Alberta Day, which is ashore near Cape Lookout with her propeller broken. Tho cargo consists of phosphate rock. At the annual meeting of the bureau of information and distribution of the Dolaware Fruit exchange, at Dover, Dei. Ex-Congrcssmun Martin said that this year’s peach crop, if all reports arc true, will be so lsrgo as to require all the agencies of distribution to enable grow ers to realize any profit. News has been received at Raleigh, N. C., that a well known citizen of Durham county had a fight with his son-in-law in Patterson township, in company with two men, ho went to the house of his son-in-law, made a forcible entrance and attempted to hang him in the presence of his family. But the intended victim prevented the execution by escaping with the noose around his neck. James Thomas, a fireman in the em ployment of the Charleston & Savannah Railway, went into the oil and wusto storehouse of the railroad Sunday and while there ooncluded to take a smoke, no filled his pipe, stiuok a match, und itarted,his pipe to going and then throw the match on the floor. The storehouse and adjoining building were totally de stroyed, together with about forty bales of cotton and a car load of coal belong ing to the Georgia Pacific railroad. Rev. Charles Phillips, D. D., LL. D., professor of mathematics in the univer sity of North Carolina, for fifty years connected with the institution as student, tutor and professor, and well known throughout the South as a preacher, teacher, uuthor and influential public man, died suddenly at Birmingham, Ala. University exercises were suspend ed, and the faculty and students attend ed the funeral iu a body. Professor Phillips was a son of Rev. James Philips, D. D., of England, for forty years pro fessor of mathematics in the university of North Carolina. A fatal accident occurred about noon Saturday in the yards of the Alabama Great Southern Railroad, just outside Birmingham, Ala., limits. A switch engine pulling six cars and yunning at the rate of fifteen iniies nn hour, jumped the track, and rolled down an embank ment twenty feet high. Engineer John Gladden was caught in the cab and fa tally crushed, the cars rolling down on the engine. William Burrows, a fire man, was fatally injured, having a leg broken, and receiving internal injuries. Conger, a switchman, was badly bruised, but may recover. William Murphy, a car inspector, who was riding on one of the cars, was badly bruised, out will re cover. The last day of the Scotch-Irish Con gress at Columbia, Tenn., on Saturday, was opened by a stirring extemporaneous speech by Hon. Benton McMillin, who said that not a single member of the Scotch-Irish race, so fur as he knew, hud ever been an anarchist or socialist. He referred to the desolation in the South twenty years ago, when there was scarcely a farm left fenced from Ken tucky to the Gulf, out of which the Scotch Irish had produced its present flourishing condition, aided aud encour aged by their bravo women, and that now the iron of the South, manufacture i in Connecticut, furnished tho screws that drove down the lids of English coffins. His speech met with a strong response from the audience. J. H. Mclntosh spoke on “John Knox iu Independence Hall.” N. B. Forrest camp of Ex-Confederate Veterans, of Chattanooga, Tenn., accom panied by company K, 3rd Tennessee regiment, Chattanooga Rifles, and tho 3rd Regiment band of this city, went to Ringgold, Ga., Sunday, whore they re interred at the Confederate cemetery at that place, the bones of George Rector, a private in Forrest’s command, who was kiliod in the battle of Ringgold, and whose grave was unknown until recently. The programme arranged embraced a prayer from Rev. Mr. Phil lips, pastor of the M. E. church. South, at Ringgold, but he declined to officiate, saying that the man having been dead twenty-six years, and tbe funeral having been conducted aa a civic display, and a brass band having been employed to furnish music, lie had conscientious scruples against officiating. His con duct hns nrousod general indignation among his congregation as well as among the old voterans. LABOR MATTERS. The Window Glass Workers’ Associa tion of Pittsburg, Pa., has issued an or der to all preceptories in the country that all foreign glass workers who come to this country ?or work hereafter are to be blacklisted. This notion is the result of recent importations of foreign glass workers who were brought to tins coun try to work at the new glass works, just started at Jeannette, I’a., near this city. There was an encounter near Brack el, Westphalia, between troops and strikers. A large body of the latter had gathered and were becoming disorderly when they were ordered to disperse by the officor in command of tho military. The strikers refused to obey ihc order. Three of the miners were killed and sev eral were wounded... .Up in the fourth pool on the Monongahela River, Pa., a number of mines have continued in oper ation since the almost general shut down was ordered. The mines will now close. The operators say they will not resuino until the miners agree to work for two cents per bushel, a reduction of one-half cent per bushel. A horrible, crime. One of the greatest sensations on re cord ia Raleigh, N. 0., has been caused by the arreet of Father J. J. Boyle, of the Roman Catholic church of the Sacred Heart, on a serious charge. His arrest was made very late last night by the chief of polioe at the church. The of fense with which he is charged is a cap ital one by the laws of North Carolina. The warrant was issued by Mayor Thompson upon affidavit by ex-Mayor Wesley Whitaker, a magistrate and a Catholic. For some weeks he has been drinking and his conduct toward ladies has not been such as ordinarily charac terises priests. He was in un insane asylum some years ago, it is learned. Since his drunkenness became known, he was reported last week to his bishop by members of his congregation. OVER THE GLOBE. CONDENSATION OF CURIOUS, AND EXCITING EVENTS. rsivox s rum— eraiKaa— tui wxsTxaN book —DEATHS OF km.NKNT *XX—ACCIDEXTS, JIUES XXI) SUICIDES. The strike of the weavers in tho cot ton factories atTrizy, Fiance, is elided, mutual concession having been made. James D. Kish, formor president ol the Marine bank, of New York, left prison Saturday morning. Ho was sen tenced to ten years imprisonment in con nection with th* Ward-Grant rascalities, in An ~in prison, Juuo ’it, I W TS. His sentence wus commuted by President Cleveland. Two children, aged two and four years, of the family of Datid Hill, of Watertown, Mara., were poisoned Sun day by eating white arsenic, which they mistook for sugar. They found the poison in the “dump," where it had been left by the tow n team. It was a poison intended for potato bugs, and there were fifteen or more boxes in tho heap. The warfare between the Lehigh Valley and the Reading Railroads, has broken out into active hostilities. Wreckers of the Reading on Sunday fas tened cables to a bridge near New Ring gold, Pa., which the Lehigh Valiev had erected over the trucks. A team of loco motives was attached, the bridgo pulled down and the timbers scattered along the line. Emma Abbott, the opera singer, has contracted for a monument to her hus band, Eugene I. Withercll, that will cost SBB,OOO, to be erected at Gloucester, Mass. It is composed of various kinds of granite, and beneath it will be a can opy, supported by four columns of Gothic style, on the steps of which is to be a figure of Hope, Mi?s Abbott in tends to have her body cremated when she dies, and her ashes will be placed near the body of her husband. A letter from the United States consul at St. Paul de Loando, west coast of Africi, gives particulars of the explosion on board the whslmg bark Sea Fox, of New Bedford, Moss., at Equimena. The ship had put in for wood and water, and an agreement was made with An tonio de Bastos Pina to partly pay for supplies in powder. He came on board with a friend, and the powder was hoisted up on the Sea Fox. As the cover was taken off the box a terrific explosiou occurred, caused, it is suid, by Scnor Pina lighting a cigarette. Many persons were killed. WASHINGTON, D. C. MOVEMENTS OF THE PRESIDENT AND HIS ADVISERS. NOTES. The Postoffice Department has received Information that the postoffico at Natch ez, Miss., was entered by burglars, and all the money and stumps taken. The President left Washington Satur day on the United Status steamship Dis patch for a cruise in Chesapeake Bay. He was accompanied by Secretaries Windom and Itusk, Mrs. Harrison and grandson, Ben J. H. McKee. Theodore Roosevelt, of New York, appointed member of the civil service commission, has written to tho secretary of the commission, stating that he will accept the piece on the commission. He says that he will be in the city soon to take the oath of office. Beginning Monday, May 18th, addi tional railway postoffice service will be established on line of tho Chesapeake A Ohio and Virginia Midland Railroads, between Washington, D. C., and Cin cinnati, Ohio, via Huntington, W. Va., forming a through line of railway post office service in apartment cars between the cities named. Additional railway postoffice service will alto be placed on tho line of the Chesapeake & Ohio Rail road between Richmond and Clifton Forges, Va. The remains of Gen. William Shelby Harney, of the army, who died iu Or lando, Fla., wero entered iu the national cemetery at Washington. The nm-dns werp accompanied to the grave by Mrs. Harney, wife of the deceased, who came on with the body from Orlando; by a few friends and a militury escort, consist ing of two squadrons of tho cavaliy from Fort Meyer, light of tho oldest sergeants of the 3.1 artilery, stationed in Washington, acted as pallbearers, and on the arrival of ihc train from the South, übout noon, tenderly raised the coffin and bore it to the hearse, which, with two squadrons of cavalry, was in line Dutside the station. RATHER BOLD. Particulars of the robbery of Maj. J. W. Wham, paymaster United States army, at a point half way between Forts Grant and Thomas, have just been re ceived at Wilcox, Ariz. A large bowl der had been rolledin the middle of tho road, and as the ambulance bearing ttjp paymaster and clerk approached it, they halted, and about half of tho escort left their arms in the wagon and proceeded to the front of the ambulunco. While in tho very act of rolling it aside, a volley was tired at them from a se cluded spot almost directly over and within fitty feet of them. A iivoly fus ilade began, the guard having reached a place of partial safety behind some neighboring rocks. The fight lasted for fully thirty minutes, resulting m the wounding of eight of tho ten guards, at least one of which will prove futal. Two of the men were wounded. The fighting of the soldiers is reported by Maj. Wham as being the most cool and collected he ever saw. The clerk, W. T. Gibbon, was shot through tho clothing, hut es caped any injuries. Tire strong box which contained sb,ooo was secured. This was broken open and tho money takeu by the robbers. NOT SATISFACTORY. The trial of the new cruiser Charles ton, held in the bay of San Francisco, Cal., was not quite satisfactory, although she steamed over 18 knots an hour. The engine slides heated, and this may bs remedied and increased speed developed. The Centennial arch on lower Fifth avenue, New York citv, is now assured. It is to be of marble, and to cast about SIOO,OOO. Several subscriptions of about SIOOO eauh have been received, but it is probable that the majority of the subscribers will put in small sums. BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS HKKTCHKS PROM VAJUOUH SOUIIUbS. Frolicsome Domestics Careful of Hl* Health—lnnooence Aloft— An Unmistakable Evidence —Nothing New. Etc. Thera was laughter and dancing at Hominy Hall. And the ladies were happy—but gaveet of aU l’he cook lady was, as she frolioed around, While the uuno lady scampered with pen tiler like bound; The wash laity aat at ease in her choir, While the la iy who cleaned up the rooms fixed bar hair. out alas tor their joyl—it was brief and short lived. For the woman whose servants they were hod arrived. —Lincoln Journal. Careful of Hie Health. “Will you have a piece of my pie, Mr. Robinson ?” “Did the doctor say I must I” asked the invalid, meekly. And the landlady refused to answer.— Bazar. Innocence Aloft. Farmer (to a tramp whom he has sur prised in a fruit tree) —“What are you doing up there?” Tramp—“l? Nothing! only hanging some pears on the tree again that had fallen down.”— Mail and Express. An Unmistakable Evidence. “Mr. Bronson must have failed to pay his bill this week.” “Why do you think that?" “Why, didn’t you notice Mrs. Tomp kins gave him the neck of the turkey at dinner?”— Bazar. Nothing New. Mrs. Fangle—“Well, this is strange I” Mr. Fangle—“What is it, my dear?" “A man in Paris has taught an ape to black his shoes.” “ Oh, there’s nothing remarkable about that, my dear. I’ve often heard of monkey-shines. ’’ Heard in Chicago. Armour—“l say, Davis, do you re member when beef was highest?” Davis—“No, I can’t say that I do.” “Why, when ‘the cow jumped over the moon,’ of course."— Time. Limit to His Love. She—“ You are sure you love me?” He—“ Love you? Why, lam ready to die for you.” She—“ When we’re married will you always get up and start the kitchen fire?” He—“ Er— er—pray be reasonable, my dear.”— Epoch. No Objection. Tenaweek—“Sir, I wish to marry your daughter.” Gruff l ather—“My daughter, young man, will continue under the parental roof." Tenaweek—“Dio objection will be raised to that, sir.” — Harper's Bazar. She Understood Her Business. Miss Slimdiet—“A new boarder came while you were out—a young lady." Mrs. Slimdiet (boarding housekeeper) —“ls the pretty?" “Awfully.” “Well, in that case put an extra strip of rag carpet in front of her mirror." — Philadelphia Record. From One Mystery to Another. Jones—“ Matilda, where is that latch key 1 handed you this morning i” Mrs. Jones—“ln the pocket of my dress hanging up over there.” Jones (five minutes later, desperately) —“And now, Matilda, will you please tell me where to find the pocket of your dress ?" — Mail an l Express. Ills Great Compliment. As they walk home from church Sun day evening he wants to make the very best impression, and, after deep thought, he says: “You don’t know, Miss Clara, how becoming darkness is to you!” Then he wonders at the sudden and lasting chilliness in her manner. Wasp. Why She Preferred tho Tenor “So the belle of the choir ha 9 married the tenor?" “Yes.” "I thought she favored the bass.” “Yes, but she got some high flown notions into her head and threw over the bass for the tenor.” “For what reason?” “Because the tenor was more high toned." —Boston Courier. A Protracted Conversation. At a party the other evening a gentle man took his friend up to his mother to make his adieux. “I can’t wait,” he said, “but as soon as there is a lull in the conversation you can speak to her.” Two or three hours later he encountered the friend, looking very dismal, in tho spot where he left him. “What, unable to tear yourself away, eht” “No,” mumbled the other, “there hasn’t been a lull yet.”— Time. Little Difficulty About That. Teacher—“A man meeting a farmer with a drove of sheep said: ‘Good morning, friend, with your hundred sheep.’ The farmer replied: ‘I have not a hundred sheep; but if I had so many more and half as many more and one sheep and a half, I should have a hundred.’ Now tell me how you would go to work to find out how many he had.” Scholar—“ Count them. I guess that would be the quickest way. Boston Trans ript. She Jumped at the Chance. Alfonse de Beriot— “You say you are not superstitious, Miss Gushington, but would you dare be married on triday?” Miss Gushington —“What! Next Friday? Why, dear Alfonse, you are so sudden and so unconventional!" “You quite misunderstand me. I protest—l didn't propose ’’ “That’s all right, Alfonse. lou didn’t propose as they usually do, but I like it just the .ante. Yes, dear, it shall be on Friday.” Alfonse swoons. — Boston. Gazette. Why Women Make Poor Engineers. Blobson—“Ha. ha! Here’s an article which savs that before the close of the nineteenth century we shall see women running locomotive engines on our rail roads." Mrs. Blobson—“Well, why not) Don’t you think they would make good ones?” Mr. Blobson—“In some respects, per- Irnps.* They would keep a good lookout ahead, anyway.” Mrs. .Blobson— “Why so?” Mr.bßlobson “Because they would have their heads out of the cab window alt the time to show their new bohnets." —Burlington Free Dress. A litre Debt. Gertrude—“ Clara, I don’t know how I shall ever thank you sufficiently foi that ribbon calender.” Clara— “The idea! such a trifle!’’ “Well a ‘trifle’ if you will, but it saves mo three hours' sleep every night of my life.” “My dear! What do you mean?" “My dear! just what I say. When Tom, Dick or Harry begins to bore me I just call attention to and rave over your lovely gift. Then while it is the subject of conversation I slip the ribbon to the next date. Oh I it's effectual. Nevei cau thank you enough tor the idea.”— Tims, He Wasn't Toacott. Hungry Tramp—“ Madame, I’m it great trouble. I can't carry this terrible secret in my Irosom any longer. I’m Toacott, the man that killed Snell, the millionaire, in Chicago. If you’ll give me a good square meal I’d as soon you'd get that $50,000 reward as anybody else.” Lady of the House —“Certainly, come right in. * * * There’s some soup, a porterhouse steak, some mashed potato, stewed corn and turnip, and there’s u whole mince pie. Eat all you want." Tramp (after gorging himself to satiety) —“Thank you, msdsme; you are very kind. I feel a great deal better—so well that 1 guess I can carry my terrible secret to the next town and work it on somebody for supper.”— Chicago Herald, He Preferred Arrest. A thief broke into a fine residence earlv in the morning and found himself in the music-room. Hearing footsteps approaching he hid behind a screen. From seven to eight o’clock Miss Laura had a lesson on the piano. From eight to nine o’clock the second daughter took a singing lesson. From nine to ten o’clock the eldest son had a violin lesson. From ten to eleven o’clock the other son took a lesson on the flute. At eleven o'clock all the brothers and sisters assembled and studied an ear splitting piece for piano,violin, flute and voice. The thief staggered out from behind the screen at half-past eleven, and, fall ing at their feet, cried: “For goodness’s sake, have me arrested, but stop!”— Wasp. The Prescription. There was, some time ago, a doctoi whose morning levees were crowded be yond description. It was his pride and boast that he could feel his patient’s pulse. look at his tongue, probe at him with his stethoscope, write his prescrip tion, pocket his fee, in a space of time varying from two to five minutes. One day an army man was shown into the consulting room, and underwent what may be called the instantaneous process. When it was completed the patient shook hands heartily with the doctor, and said: “I am especially glad to meet you, as I have often heard my father, Colonel Forester, speak of his old friend. Dr. L.” “What!” exclaimed the doctor, "are you Dick Forester’s son?" “Most certainly I am.” “My dear fellow, fling that prescription into the fire, and sit down quietly and tell me what’s the matter with you. "—Murray's Magazine. Slightly Disappointed in the Baby. “Well, Jimmy,” said Mr. Dolan, as his hopeful came into the shanty, "Oi’ve got great news to tell you." “What is it. father?” “It’s something that will surprise yez very much.” “Don’t be afther bein’ so long sur ! prisin’ me, but tell me what tho news is." “Ye’ve got a little brother." “Is that so?" “The same it is. Yez can go iuto the next room and make a call on the new visitor if ye loike." The boy went out and came back af ter a short time had elasped with an ex pression of mingled pleasure and disap pointment on his face. “Well, Jimmy,” said the paternal Do lan, “how do you loike yer new broth er?” “Very well, father; but Oi’d much rather have got a goat.”— Merchant Traveler. How He Won Thera. On the rolling prairies. A band ot cowboys has captured a horse thief. ' Cowboys (in gleeful chorus)—"We’ve got you now, you villain, and yo are going to swing.” They prepare the rope and select a con venient tree. The Villain—“ Hold on, boys. I’ll ! bet you the drinks you don’t stretch my 1 neck.’* Cowboys—“Oh! won’t wo, just?" They pinion his arms. The Viliam—“l can put you up tc \ some valuable secrets." They tie his feet together. The Villain —“I know where sfio,ooC in gold is buried." They adjust the noose to his neck. The Villain —“I can put you outo a new silver mine.” They commence to hoist him up. The Villain—“And I’ve got six new tricks at cards.” Chorus of Voices (excitedly)—"Hold on! Let him down.” He is let down, released and pardoned. — Lies. Hoiv Dr. Talmage Keeps Healthy. Rev. Dr. Talmage says in the New York Observer: “Most Americans dc not take time for sufficient sleep. We account for our own extraordinary health by the fact that we are fanatics on the subject of sleep. We differ from our friend, Napoleon Bonaparte, in one respect: we want nine hours’ sleep and we take it—eight hours at night and one hour in the day. If we miss our allow ance one week, as we often do, we make it up the next week or the next month. We have sometimes been twenty-one hours in arrearages. We formerly kept a memorandum of the hours for sleep lost. We pursued those hours till we caught them. If at the beginning of our summer vacation we are many hours behind in slumber, we go down to the seashore or among the mountains and sleep a month. If the world abuses us at any time, we go and take an extra sleep; and when we wake up all the world is smiling on us. If we come to a knotty point in our discourse, we take a sleep; and when we open our eyes the opaque has become transparent. We split every day in two by a nap in the afternoon. i.oing to take that somni ferous interstice, we say to the servants: ‘Do not call me for anything. If the house takes fire, first get the children out and my private papers; and when the roof begins to fall in call me.’ Through fanaticism we have thus far escaped the hot axle." NUMBER no. ■ONO OF THE H EXDLIQHT. When the full moon lays a radiant has* From earth to Hsaven’s wail. Or the tranquil stars mark the viewless bar Whence the arrows of vision fall, , Or I send my (lance where the quick drop* dance With the pattering coll of the ram, To their comrades asleep in the hidden deep Of the subterranean main, Or if storms are out and the free wiadl shout With fitful falls and swells, A steadfast glow of light I throw On the gleaming parallels. I guide the train o'er the level plain, A swiftly nearing star, And I bend and swerve where the mountains curve My iron-bound path to bar Up their rocky steeps the fleet flame leap*. Or I flash to their depths below; Till the mosses that drees each dim recess And the nodding ferns I show; I spring to illume the frowning gloom Of precipices gray, And waters smile from tbs deep defile In my momentary day. Where the wood benign with bock and sign Invites all timid things To its shelter spread for the crouching bead And its covert for drooping wings, I bear my light, till in vain affright The doe with her trembling fawn And tbe creatures meek that refuge seek In the forest shade withdrawn, Press closer yet to the copse deW-wet, Or speed through the whispering gross, To hide them away from tbe searching ray I shoot through the dark as I pass. Asa meteor Hies in star-set skies By a myriad moveless spheres, I hurry along where lamplights throng As the sleeping town appears; Like the coming of Fate, to those who wait Till I bear their loved away, I seem as I shine down the widening line, Ere I pause for a moment’s stay; But he who feels those rolling wheels Lead home, to his heart's desire, (Jan half believe his eyee perceive The prophet’s chariot of fire. Still on and on till tbe night is gone I follow the vibrant rails, Till the east is red, and overhead The star of the morning pules. As foes may fear tbe soldier’s spear, But comrades have no dread, The lances of light I hnrled at the night Pierce not whore sunbeams spread. So I cease my rays when the Heaven ablaze Proclaims the darkness fled. —Hardy Jackson, in New York Tribune. PITH AND POINT. A kiss is a sort of water ’cress. The omnibus horse always enjoys the luxury of whoa.— Boston Gazette. The peculiarity about a rising death rate is that it brings people down. Can you call a man chopping ice a water cracker?— Pittsburg Chronicle. Man gets but little here below o’ei which to make much of a crow.—Bliz zard. The most unpleasant constellation to see of a winter’s night is the grate bare. — Harper's Bazar. Beside the door mats at the White House, diplomats are often seen there.— Pittsbu-g Chronicle. Six feet four inches is the stature of the new British Minister. He is tall enough to be addressed as His Highness. —Pittsburg Chronicle. The physician makes his money by practicing. When he has become so skillful that he doesn’t have to practice then he retires.— Boston Transcript. The gedlte spridg has cobe agaid, Steril widter's reigd is added; The robid dote id suddy gled With childred’s song is bledded. —Buffalo Courier. “I was badly bitten by flies in every country in Europe except Belgium.” “Have they none there?” “I don’t know. I didn’t go there.”— Harper's Bazar. “If I put my money into the savings bank,” said Pat, “when can I draw it out again?” “Oh,” answered his fellow countryman, “if you put it in to-day you can get it out to-morrow by giving a fortnight’s notice.” BALDNESS EXPLAINED. ‘‘Grandpa, what made vou so bald?" the child Asked as she sat on the old man’s knee; And the old man. rubbing hiashiniog poll, With tills answer the wee one beguiled: “Tbe years rolling over our beads, you see, Rub off all the hair as they rolL” —New York Herald. Romance of a Tintype. The llev. H. C. Kishpaugh, of the Detroit Methodist Episcopal Conference, tells a romantic story of his courtship and marriage. Several years ago, while a student at the Blair Presbyterian Academy in this town, a friend showed him a tintype picture of a young lady living in Lon don, England. The picture was that of a daughter of the Rev. Mr. Marsdeu, President of the Wesleyan Congregation, and it charmed the student greatly. It was a case of love at first sight, and he begged an introduction, which was had by letter. A correspondenae sprung up between the young people which, after an exchange of photographs, resulted iu an engagement. Last June Mr. Kishpaugh graduated, and November found him installed over a church at Ontowago, Mich. Late in January he sailed for England to wed the girl he had never seen. On February 6 they were married. They at once started for this country, and are now visiting friends while on the honeymoon trip. The bride proves to be a charming and accomplished woman, and the Rev. Mr. Kishpaugh thanks his good luck which caused him to look at the tintype. — Nets York Times. Oil to Coney Island’s Rescue. An oil man comes to the top with a statement that he can save Coney Island from the sea, which is trying hard to steal it. His plan is to place several oil tanks on the highest part of the island and connect them with pipes which will run along the bottom of the sea a distance of 150 feet from the beach. The tanks are to be filled with fish or crude oil and so regulated that the oil can be turned on or off at pleasure. What next) Oil and electricity seem to be overcoming and controling the forces of nature in a way likely to change the entire course of existence. This Coney Island protective scheme is not alto gether chimerical. It may seem fantastic at first thought, but in the face of recent practical tests there can be no doubt that oil of the right quality properly used will smooth a rough sea and render it harmless. Coney Island must be saved. Breakwatets hare failed to check the ravages of old ocean. Bring on the oil. —Hem York Tribune. . „