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THE SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN, ESTABLISHED IN 1854, By CHAS. W. HANCOCK, f VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Semi-Weekly, One Year - - -54 00 Weely, One Year - - - - - 2.00 Payable in advancejej All advertisements emulating from public offices will be charged for in accordance with an act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 35 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words; each figure and initial, with date and signature, is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. Advertising Rates* One Square first insertion, - - - - ?1.09 Each subsequent insertion, - - - - 50 .■JT I'km Lines of Minion, type solid con stitute a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length of time for which they are to be inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements tooccupy fixed places will be charged io per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for ten cent per line each insertion. Charles F. Crisp, •ittornet/ ai JLa/u% AMERICUS, GA. declfitf B. P. HOLLIS . •fit tor new at Law* AMERICUS, GA. Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E~ G SIMMONS, •tttorneij at Law* AMERICUS GA„ Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort & Simmons. janGtf J. A. ANSLEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Americus, Ga. After a brief respite 1 return again to the practice of law. As in the past it will he my earnest purpose to represent my clients faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made- The Equity practice, and cases involving titles of land and real estate are my favorites. Will practice in the Courts of Soutliwest Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf C A I ?ID I offer my professional services again to the good people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, I have found It difficult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Hr. Eldridge’s drug store, on the Square janl7tf Pv. C. BLACK, M. D. Dr J. F. Stapleton Offers liis professional services to the people of Americus and surrounding country. He will practice medicine, surgery, obstetrics, and all other matters pertaining to his pro fession. A successful experience in tiie past will guarantee to him success. Calls left at the residence of Mrs. Mary Jossey will re ceive prompt attention. janl9-3m DrT D. P. HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americas. - - - Georgia Treatssuccessfully all diseases of the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teeth on the best material known to the profession. over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Livery and Sale Sties! Besides Horses, we have the WEBSTER WAGON, LANDIS BUGGIES, J. T. BARNES’ ROAD CARTS, KENTUCKY MULES, here and en route. To epitomize, Horses, Mules. Wagons, Buggies, Carts, and Harness to suit ail tastes and jndge meuts. Fine styles, substantial goods at ex ceed ingly LOVV FIGURES. The times con sidered in all our dealings. Call and see us. N. G. & J. K. PRINCE, Cotton Ave. and West End Jefferson St, jan3tf Americus, Ga. MEAT MARKET AND Provision Store W. H & T. M. COBB Having purchased from HABE & COBB, the Meat Market and Provision Store, on COTTON AVENUE, Keep on hand the VERY BEST CUTS of BEEF, PORK. KID AND SAUSAGE AND ALSO A FULL LINE OF GREEN GROCERIES! ProviNionH, Etc., embracing all kinds of Vegetables and Fruits in their season, Canned Goods, etc. It is their aim to keep a first-class establish ment, and give their custorirers good goods at the lowest prices. Highest price paid for CATTLE, HOGS, and all kinds of COUNTRY PRODUCE. Americus, Ga., Dec. 16,1882. tf FOR SALE. AN EXTENSION TOP, FOUR PASS ENGER CARRIAGE, for sale at a bargain Applv to T. S. GREENE, sept3Stf Opposite Prince Bro.’*Btables. This is meant for you, call and settle your account, at Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. DARBYS PROPHYLACTIC FLUID. A Household Article for Universal Family Use. For Scarlet and ■ Eradicates (Typhoid Fevers, ■ fiiraaicai.es ■Diphtheria, Sali- MALAEIA. B vation ' Ulcerated vmun.Htkn* Sore Throat, Small IBHHBBBB Pox, and all Contagions Diseases. Persons waiting on the Sick should use it freely. Scarlet Fever has never been known to spread where the Fluid was used. Yellow Fever has been cured with it after black vomit had taken place. The worst cases of Diphtheria yield to it. Fevered and Sick Per- SMALL-POX sons refreshed and and Bed Sores prevent- PITTING of Small ® d V by bathing with l> ox PREVENTED Darbys Fluid. . , r . Impure Air made A member of my fam harmless and purified. i?y was taken with For Sore Throat it is a hmall-por. I used the sure cure Fluid ; the patient was Contagion destroyed. delirious, was not For Frosted Feet, P'“? d ’ and Chilblains, Piles, H house again m three dialings, etc. and “ hers Rheumatism cured. *' ad “• ,7, J.' ' V - j ARK ’ Soft White Complex- msOThPhdadelphia. ions secured by its use. (■BBHHHBBBB Ship Fever prevented. ■ *SEE2 theTeethj I Diphtheria I it can't be surpassed. ■ ■ , - 9 Catarrh relieved and ■ i rOVGUtGCL I cured. Erysipelas cured. ■■HHi ?" r " srCli ' Vedi r antlsr ’ The physicians here Sgs , use Darbys Fluid very sv '7.7?.V U ed - successfully in the treat- ' , hCa .,' drapld y ' "'em of Diphtheria. Scurvy cured. A. Stollenwerck, An Antidote for Animal Greensboro, Ala. or Vegetable Poisons, * Stings, etc. Tetter dried up. I used the Fluid during Cholera prevented, our present affliction with Ulcers purified and Scarlet Fever with de- healed, cided advantage. It is In cases of Death it indispensable to the sick- should be used about room. Wm. F. Sand- the corpse —it will ford, Eyrie Ala. prevent any unpleas ant smell. The eminentPhy- I Scarlet Fever I m - I York says: “I am Cured B convinced Prof. Darbys H Prophylactic Fluid is a valuable disinfectant." Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tenn. I testifv to the most excellent qualities of Prof. Darbys Prophylactic Fluid. Asa disinfectant and detergent it is both theoretically and practically superior to any preparation with which I am ac quainted.—-N. T. Lupton, Prof. Chemistry. Darbys Fluid is Recommended by lion. Alexander H. Stephens, of Georgia* Rev. Chas. F. Deems, D.D., Church of the Strangers, N. Y.; Jos. LhContb,Columbia, Prof.,University,S.C. Rev. A. J. Battle, Prof., Mercer University; Rev. Geo. F. Pierce, Bishop M. E. Church. INDISPENSABLE TO EVERY HOME. Perfectly harmless. Used internally or externally for Man or Beast. The Fluid has been thoroughly tested, and we have abundant evidence that it has done everything here claimed. For fuller information get of you* Druggist a pamphlet or send to the proprietors, J. H. ZEILIN & CO., Manufacturing Chemists, PHILADELPHIA. TUTU "EmcToum mmmemmmaMmmmmmmMamm Is composed of Herbal and Mucilaginous prod ucts, which permeate the substance of the Lungs, expectorates the acrid matter that collects in. the Bronchial Tubes, and forms a soothing coating, which relieves the ir ritation that causes the cough. It cleanses the lungs of all impurities, strengthens them when enfeebled by disease, invigor ates the circulation of the blood, and braces the nervous system. Slight colds often end in consumption. It is dangerous to neglect them. Apply the remedy promptly* A test of twenty years warrants tho assertior that no remedy has ever been found that is as prompt in its effects as TUTT’S EXPECTORANT. A single dose raises the phlegm, subdues inflammation, and its use speedily cures the most obstinate cough. A pleasant cordial, chil dren take it readily. For Croup it is Invaluable and should be in every family. In 25c. and $1 Bottles. TUTT’S PILLS ACT DIRECTLy"om 't^^LVEBL Cures Chills and Fever, Dyspepsia, Sick Headache, Bilious Colic,Constipa tion, Rheumatism, Piles, Palpitation of the Heart, Dizziness, Torpid JLiver, and Female Irregularities. If you do not “feel very well,” a sinirlo pill stimulates the stomach, restores tho appetite, imparts vigor to the system. A NOTED DEVBNE SAYS: Dn. Tutt '.—Dear Sir* For ten years I have been a martyr to Dyspepsia, Constipation and riles. Lust spring your pills were recommended to mo; 1 used them (but with little faith). lam now a well man, have good appotite, digestion perfect, regular stools, piles gone, and I liavo gained forty pounds solid flesh. They are worth their weight in gold. - REV. It. L. SIMPSON, Lcuisville, Ky, r Bit. TUTT’S MANUAL of I Receipts FREE on application* ) (jO SUITE _ STOMACH _ #e &itteß s Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters gives steadiness to the nerves, inducesahealthy, natural flow of bile, prevents constipation without unduly purging tlie bowels, gently stimulates the circulation, and by promoting a vigorous condition of the physical system, promotes, also, that cheerfulness which is the truest indication of a well-balanced condition of all the animal powers, For sale by ail Druggists and Doalers generally. DAVENPORT’S Belle of Americus, Davenport & Son Are Sole Agents for BELLE OF A“MRRf- CUS. It is made of the best Havanan, long fillers, Is not flavored or doctored and the only 5c Cigar In the market that ts as good as an imported eigar. oct6-5m FOR SALE. 500 bushels Rust Proof Oats at 50 ets. per bnsfael- 100 bushels Bancroft Oats at 75 ets. per bushel. JOHN R. KING, lani2-w4t Americus, Ga. INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS. AMERICUS, GEORGIA; WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 24, 1883. VOVYB.'Y. DIIKE .11 or UK t HAPPY. Children, make your*motlier happy Make her sing instead of sigh, For the mournful hour of parting May he very, very nigh. Children, make your mother happy; Many griefs she has to bear; And she wearies ’neatli herburdens, Can you not these burdens share? Children, make your mother happy Prompt obedience clieers the heart; While a willful disobedience Pierces like a poisoned dart. Children, make your motherhappy; On her brow the lines of care Deepen daily; don’t you see them? While your own are smooth and fair. Children, make your mother happy; For, beneato toe eoimi-lid, All too soon her face, so saiut-like, Shall torever be hid. S CY.YrLVftY.OYS. SODOMO ROCK. A LEGEND OF THE OSAGE. On the banks of this beautiful stream, near Jefferson City, Mo., there rises to the height of near about 200 feet a per pendicular limestone bluff, on the top of which (embracing nearly an acre of land) are the evident remains of an old fortification. Lines of rocks ranged with evident skill show that it was once used as a fortress of defense, and, at the only place of possible assault, the approaches were heavily strength ened and rendered impregnable against any mode of attack then known. The path leading to it was “So straight, so high, so steep, With peasant staff one valiant hand might Well the dizzy pass have manned ’Gainst hundreds armed with spear and brand, And plunged them in the deep.” This place, sometimes called “Sodo mo Rock” (a corruption of “Le bant de Mort,” the leap of death,) is made memorable by the following legend: In the early part of the last century, the French court recognized as one of its brightest spirits, Henri Monier, a youth of noble birth, large fortune, and raro accomplishments of mind and per son. Tired of luxurious ease, he had obtained the reluctant consent of the Regent to accompany an expedition under the direction of John Law to the Mississippi river, to work the mines of Missouri and to gather wealth for the bankrupt kingdom. The dull and plod ding life of a miner did not suit the ard ent and restless spirit that followed colonial venture, and leading a band of twenty young comrades, Gapt. Monier left Mine la Motto and plunged into the wilderness. His object was to find the river, that flowing from the south west, rippled over beds of gold, was frequented by buffalo, and inhabited by the beaver, whose fur was then as valuable as gold. To trade with the natives, who were represented as peace ful, our adventurers took with them trinkets and beads, and mirrors, and bright-hued cloths that have ever been the first articles of savage commerce. Of course the church, more anxious about the souls of the heathen and the spread of the gospel, had its representa tive, and the spiritual care of the ex pedition tested on Father Hyppolite. The traders found no trouble in reaching the Osages, nor in gathering the furs expected. They found nogold or silver, however, hut lead and iron in abundance, which their successors have converted into a wealth exhaust less in supply and far more beneficial in its product. The Indians were sim ple and confiding. Father Hyppolite was in ecstacies. The natives listened to the gospel with respect that seemed to the holy Father to be genuine devo tion. The adventurers had gathered their load of furs, had built their boats and were preparing to cut loose and float down the stream, which they learned would carry them down to the great river, and to the headquarters of the Mississippi Company. In his visit to the towns of the Osa ges, Henri had made for himself hosts of friends among the savages. His manly form, his skill with firearms, his generosity, his courage, tested in many a combat with the wild beasts of the forest, had won their admiration, and he was regarded more as a god than He whom the holy father had held np for their worship. Among those who looked upon the young noble with a feeling amounting to idolatry was Moteda, the young daughter of Miska, the chief of the tribe. From a constant association in trade and in danger the warrior had learned to love the young soldier as his son. The young people were in frequent companionship, and Henri had undertaken to teach her to speak French, which easy language she had learned rapidly under his promptings and those of love, the most marvelous of all teachers. No wonder then that the Indian maiden shared in her father’s love for the stranger. The day was set for the departure of the traders. Henri had taken his mus ket and gono to the woods perhaps to take his last shot. As he returned to the post a faint cry fell upon his ear, and turning he saw the Indian maiden in fierce encounter with a wildcat, whose kittens she had just killed with an arrow. It might have fared badly with Motena but for the timely bullet of the Frenchman’s musket. After she had thanked the young soldier for his timely aid, Henri held out his hand and said: “Good-by, Motena; at day light I shall be on my way to my own people. What shall Ido for you when 1 get home?” She looked at him steadily for an instant, and bnrsted into tears, she threw herself at his feet. “O, Henri,” she exclaimed, take me with you. I cannot live without you. Don’t leave me here, I shall die if you do.” And her tears flowed afresh. “Wliy, Motena,” he replied, as he raised her from the ground, “it impossi ble—” “Oh no! no! no!” she interrupted. “Don’t say so. It is not impossible. Take me, Henri, and I will be your wife, your servant, your nurse, vonr slave, anything to go with you. I’ll join your faith—oh don’t say no. I will never go back to my people again. Oh don’t day no.” Her tears continued to flow. All the chivalry of the young noble’s heart was stirred. He knew that she would never return to the usages of her tribe, and that a frightful fate awaited her there. She had trusted to his honor and his love, and then a vague glory of adding a convert to the faith came up before him. All these things inflamed into love the kindly affection that he had felt for his now friendless pupil. “Come then, Motena,” he said gen tly, and he led the enraptured girl to the stockade. That night the chief came for his daughter and went away without her. Her Indian lover came to persuade her to return, but in vain. Consultations were held leading to determination on one side and revenge on the other. Henri’s comrades, anticipating mis chief, had conncelled surrender, but now aroused by love and religious de votion, he utterly refused. In the morning the traders, from their stock ade, beheld their boats in flames, and saw the two guards murdered by a host of savages. All hopes of escape were now over and the garrison pre pared for defense. They were soon driven by burning arrows from the stockade, and taking with them what provisions they had and all their arms, they sought refuge upon the rock that overlooked the river and the woods be low them. . Assault after assault was made upon their new abode, but every day saw anew line of defenses made, which the savages were unable either to prevent or to storm. At last the Indians terrified at the losses they had sustained, determined to destroy the garrison by famine. Keeping out of range of the firearms, the Osages cut off all supplies, and though, as hunger gradually pressed, a few volunteers would now and then leave the defenses for food, they had never returned. Ne gotiations were then tried in vain. The sight of a white flag was always rec ognized by wild yells and flights of arrows. At last Motena arid Henri offered to surrender to save the residue, but as they left the lines they were met by a shower of arrows and were with diffi culty rescued from immediate death. They had both been fatally wounded. That night they vtere united in wed lock by Father Hvppolite, and morn ing dawned upon the sole survivers of the fort—the dying lovers and the kneeling priest. “Henri,” murmured the dying bride, “I can not die without making one more effort for your life. Help me to the edge of the rock, I will call upon my father. Perhaps he will save ns yet.” The young noble drew his bride as best he could, reached the edge of the precipice safely, and succeeded in gain ing an upright position for himself and Motena. “Father,” cried the Indian girl, as she waved the white flag. But the word trembled on her lip. A hundred arrows pierced the young lovers, and clasped in each others arms, they fell from the precipice and per ished in the waters below. An hour afterwards the fort was en tered, and Father Hyppolite captured, clad in the lull robes of his order, kneeling at the alter and praying for the souls of his departed children. Af ter a long debate, he was permitted to return to his people, and from his reci tal succeeding voyagers have to this day called the rock “Le Sant de Mort.” She Knew Her Bights. New York Sun. On Monday afternoon, just as the gas was being lighted, a young man entered the forward ladies’ cabin of a Fulton ferry boat. All the seats were occupied except one, and he made his way unsteadily toward it. He had evi dently been making too many New Year’s calls. As the boat started he placed his had on the seat and went to look at himself iu the mirror. In his absence a colored woman entered and took the vacant seat. The young man saw her, and rushed to get ahead of her, but was too late. “That’s my seat,” he exclaimed. “No, salt, dis yar’s de ladies’ cab bing.” “But I had the seat before, and you are sitting on—” “Xassar. Yo’ was heahbefo’, but I is heah behind, an’ its none o’ yer biz ness what I’s sottin’ on.” “Dais no use verlosserpedin’ fer me. I knows my rights accordin’ to der fo’- teenth commandment. Niggah’s good as white, an’ de manicipation procla mation is a womancipation proclama tion likewise. Go ’way, or I’ll call a ossifer.” He was compelled to wait until the boat reached the slip before he could obtain his tile, and when he recovered it, it looked like a concertina in repose, and he had to try it on his foot before he could use it. Your account is due and I need the money, so call and settle, at Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. THE CURFEW HEROINE. It lacked quite half an hour of Cur few toll. The old bell-ringer came from under the wattled roof of his cot tage stoop and stood with uncovered head in the clear, sweet-scented air. He had grown blind and deaf in the serv'ce, hut his arm was as muscular as ever, and he who listened this day marked no faltering in the heavy me talic throbs of the cathedral bell. Old Jasper had lived through many changes. He had tolled put his notes of mourn lug tor good Queen Bess, and with team scarcely dry he had rung the glad tid ings of the coronation of James. Charles I. had been crowned, reigned, and expiated his weakness before all England in Jasper’s time; and now he, who under his army held all the com monwealth in the hollow of his hand, ruled as more than monarch, and still the old man, with the habit of a long life upon him, rang his matin in sor row. Jasper stood alone now, lifting his dimmed eyes up to the softly dappled sky. The walls of his memory seemed so written over—so crossed and recrossed by the annals of the years that had gone before—that there seemed little room for anything in the present. Lit tle recked he that Cromwell’s spears men were camped on the moor beyond the village; that, Cromwell himself rode with his guardsmen a league away; he only knew that the bell that had been rung in the tower when William the Conqueror made curfew a law had been spared by Puritan and Roundhead, and that his arm for sixty years had never failed him at eventide. He was moving with slow step to wards the gate, when a woman came hurriedly in from the street and stood beside him; a lovely woman, but with face so blanched that it seemed carved in the whitest of marbles with all its roundness and dimples. Her great sol emn eyes were raised to the aged face in pitiful appeal, and the lips were formirg words that he could not under stand. “Bpeak up, lass; I am deaf and can not hear your clatter.” The voice raised, and the hands clasped and unclasped, and rung them selves together palm and palm. “For Heaven’s sake, Jasper, do not ring the curfew to-night.” “What, not ring entfew! Ye must be daft, lassie.” “Jasper, for sweet Heaven’s sake, for my sake, for one night in all your long life, forget to ring the bell. Fail this once, and my lover shall live, whom Cromwell says shall die at cur few toll. Do you hear? my lover Rich ard Temple. See, Jasper, here is mon ey to make your old age happy. I sold my jewels that the Lady Maud gave me. and the gold shall all be yours for one curtew.” “Would ye bribe me, Lilly de Yere? Ye’re a changeling. Ye’ve na the blood of the Plantagenets in yer veins as ye’re mother had. What, corrupt the bell-ringer under her Majesty, good Queen Bess! Not for all the gold that Lady Maud could bring me! What is your lover to me? Babes have been born and strong men have died before now at the ringingof my bell. Awa!” And out on the village green, with the solemn shadows of the heavens lengthening over it a strong man await ed the curfew to toll for his death. He stood, handsome and brave and tall— taller by and inch than the tallest pike matt who guarded him. What had he done that he should die? Little it mattered in those days, when the sword that tho great Crom well wielded was so prone to tall, wltai he or others had done. He had been scribe to the late Lord up at the castle, and Lady Mand, forgetting that man must woo and woman must wait, hail given her heart to him without asking while the gentle Lily De Vein, distant kinswoman and poor companion to her, had without seeking found the treas ures of his true love, and held them fast. Then he had joined the army. But a scorned woman’s hatred hail reached him even there. ’ Enemies ami deep plots had compassed him about and conquered him. To-uight he was to die The beautiful world laid as a vivid picture before him. The dark green wood above the rocky hill where Rob in Hood and his merry men had dwelt, the frowning castle* with it drawbtidge and square towers; tho long stretch ul moor with the purple shadows upon it; the green, straight walks of the village; the birds overhead, even the daisies at his feet he saw. But, ah! mere vividly than all, he saw the great red sun with its hazy veil lingering above the trees, as though it pitied him with more than human pity. He was a God-fearing and God-serv ing man. He had long made his peace with Heaven. Nothing stood between him" and death—nothing rose pleading between him and those who were to de stroy him, but the sweet face of Lillie De Vere, whom he loved. She had knelt at Cromwell’s feet and pleaded for his life. She had wearied Heaven with her prayers, but all without avail. Slowly now the great sun went down. Slowly the last red rim was hid behind the greenwood. Thirty seconds more and his soul would be with his "God. The color did not forsake his cheeks. The dark rings of hair lay upon a warm brow. It was his purpose to die as martyrs and brave men die. What was life that he should cling to it? He almost felt the air pulsate with the first heavy roll of the death knell. But no sound came. Still facing the soldiers waited. The crimson banners in the west were paling to pink. The kine had ceased their lowing and had been gathered into the brick-yards. All nature had sounded her curfew ; hut old Jasper was silent. The bell-ringer with his gray head yet bared had traversed half the dis tance that lay between his cottage and the ivey-covered tower, when a form went flitting past him, with pale, shad owy robes flitting around it, and hsi that the low western lights touched and tinted as with a halo. “Ah, Hulda. Hulda !” the old man muttered ; “how swift 'she flies ! I will come soon, dear. My work is al most done.” Hulda was the good wife that had gone from him in her early womanhood and for whom he had mourned all his long life. But the fleeting torm was not Hulda’s, it was Lillie de Vere, hurried by a sudden and desperate purpose towards the ca thedral. “So help me God, curfew shall not ring to-night! Cromwell and his dra goons come this way. Once more I wili kneel at his feet and plead.” She entered the ruined arch. She wrenched from its fastenings the carv ed and worm-eaten door that barred way to the tower. She ascended with flying and frenzied feet the steps ; her heart lifted up to God for Richard’s delivery from peril. The bats flew out and shook the dust of centuries from the black carvings. As she went up she caught glimpses of the interior of the building, with its groined roof, its chevrons and clustered columns. Up— still up—beyond the rainbow tints thrown by the stained glass across her death-white brow ; up—still up—past open arcade and arch, with griffin and gargoyls starring at her from bracket and coruical with all the hideouSness of mediaeval carving—the stairs, flight by flight, growing frailer beneath her feet, now but a slender network be tween her and the outer world, hut still up. Her breath was coming short and gasping. Bhe saw through an open space old Jasper cross the road at the foot of the tower. Oh, how far ! The seconds were treasurers which Crom well, with all his blood-bought com monwealth, could not purchase from her. Up—ah! there, just above her, with its great brazen mouth and wick ed tongue, the bell hung. A worm-eaten block for a step, and one hand clasped itself above the clap per, the other prepared, at the tremble, to rise and clasp its mate, and the feet to swing off, and thus she waited. Jas per was old and slow, but he was sure, and it came at last. A faint quiver, and the young feet swung from their rest and the tender hands clasped for more than their precious life the writh ing thing. There was a groauing and creaking of the rnde pulleys above, and then the strokes came heavy and strong. Jasper’s hand had not forgot its cunning, nor his arm its strength The tender, soft form was swung and dashed to and fro; but she clung to and caressed the cold, cruel thing. Let one stroke come, and a thousand might follow, for its fatal work would be done. She wreathed her white arms about it, so that at every pull of the great ropes it crushed into the flesh, it tore her, and wounded and bruised ; but there, in the solemn twilight, the brave woman had swung and fought with the curfew, and God gave her victory. The old bell-ringer said to himself: “Aye, Hulda, my work is done. The pulleys are getting too heavy lor my old arms. My ears, too, have failed me. “I dinna hear one stroke of the cur few. Dear old bell, it is my ears that have gone false, and not you. Fare well, old friend.” And just beyond the worn pavement a shadowy form again went flitting past him. There were drops of blood upon her white garments, and the face was like the face of one who walked in her sleep, and the hands hung woun ded and powerless at her side. Cromwell paused with his horsemen under the dismantle 1 May-pole before the village green. He saw the man who was to die at sunset standing up in the dusky air, tall as a king and beautiful as Absalom. He gazed with knitted brow and angry eye ; but his lips did not give utterance to the quick command that trembled on them, nu a girl came flying toward him. Pikemen and archer stepped aside to let her pass. She threw herself upon the turf at his horse’s feet; she lifted her bleeding and tortured hands to his gaze, and once more pouted out her prayers for the life of her lover; with trembling lips she told of how Richard still lived —whjj the curfew had not sounded. Lady Maud, looking out of her latticed window at the castle, saw the great protector dismount, lift the fainting form in his arms, and bear her to her lover. She saw the guards release the prisoner, and she heard the shouts of joy at his deliverance. Then she wel comed the night that shut the scene out from her envious eye and sepultur ed her in his gloom. At the next matin bell old Jasper died and at curfew toll he was laid be side the wife who had died in his youth, but the memory of whom had been with him always. Teethina (Teething Powders) is fast taking the place of all other rem edies for the irritations of Teething Children. ONION SETS—>Vhite, Red and Pearl. The Pearl is extra early, and the yean be had at Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Storo. | FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 35. The Shining Light. From the New York Observer. The night was dark, and as the wind whistled through the trees, it all seem ed dreary to Ludwig, a wood-chopper’s boy, lor not being able to find his path, because even the stars were all hidden behind the heavy clouds—he was lost. How desolate he felt; he could only grope his way, now getting his feet en tangled in the underbrush, now stumb ling over a hiden stone tired and hun gry and sad. No wonder he was sad vvueu be remembered how his motiier was impatiently waiting for his return, and no wonder that he was hungry when he thought of the good bread and cream chease that were to have made his supper. I wonder what you would have done out in that black forest, all alone. Per haps you know that his mother taught him to carry all his cares and troubles to God. He had not forgotten that, and, kneeling down upon the dried leaves, he told God all about it—how lie had become lost, and how tired and hungry he was. Besides he acknowl edged his helplessness to get out of this great trouble, and asked his heavenly, l'ather to lead him home. He arose from his knees, greatly com forted, for he knew that he was safe. God loves to help us when we throw ourselves upon his mercy, and trust ourselves to him; that is what the Bible means when it teaches us to “ask in faith, believirg.” Ludwig not only asked God, but he believed that help would come. When he stood up to lo >k about him, the trees were juntas high, the night as dark, and the winds as lough, but he turned to look first one way, then another, ex pecting relief. You will uot doubt that his heart throbbed with joy when at last he saw the twinkle of a light, shin ing out into the darkness. He knew' what it was: it meant fur him. rest, love, and home. Keeping his eyes fix ed upon the light, he soon got back again to the path from which he had strayed, and ere long he stood before the candle which his anxious tin.lifer had placed in the window to guide him to safety. Do you love to carry yout inn hies to God, and do you ask his helj. be lieving that he can and will grant it? Above all, do yon let your light, the light of your example, shine out in the midst of the sin and darkness of the world, that a lost brother or friend nnv be guided by it in his and brought at last safe to the hea\eul home? The Great Mogul—Story of a Man Who Could Not Be Blurted By Three Kings. London Society. Tne following good story comes from a quarter where we are assured “itscor rectness can be vouched for.” Many years ago, at the time of a great cere mony, Windsor Castle was honored with the presence of three sovereigns. After breakfast the three potentates walked and talked on the celebrated “Slopes,” and were, of course, in “multi.” They weio delighted with the grounds, and presently entered in conversation with a gardener, who evi dently took them for a party of “gen tlemen’s gentlemen” out for a stroll. After some little affable talk he could not resist the query: “Now, who may you gents be?” “Well,” said the spokesman, “this gentleman here hap pens to be the King of Prussia; - that one standing by your side is the Emper or of Austria, and as for myself, I am the Emperor of Russia.” This was carrying the joke too far, thought the gardener, “I’ve seen a lot ot queer fur rin gents here lately, but this beats me,” so he burst out in a rather rude guffaw, “Well, my friend,” said the Emperor Nicholas, “you seem amused; perhaps yon will tell us who you are,” “Oh, certainly.” So taking up the skirt of his coat with the action of a great eagle spreading out his wings, and spinning round on his heels, he sa’d: “If you are all what you say you are, why I am the Great Mogul!” The three majesties roared with lahghter, and returning to the castle, told the story at the lucheon table to the im mense amusement of the Queen and Prince Albert, Are You Safe? Two little girls were playing with their dolls in a corner of the nursery, and singing as they played,— Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o’ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Mother was busy writing, ouly stop ping now and then to iisteu to the little ones’ talk, unobserved by her. “Sister, how do you know you are safe?” asked Nellie, the younger of the two. “Because I am holding Jesus with both my two hands—tight!” promptly replied Sister. “Ah! that’s not safe” said the oth er child. “Suppose Satan came along, and cut your two hands off!” Little Sister looked troubled for a few moments, dropped poor dolly, and thought deeply. Suddenly her face shown with joy, and she cried out, “Oh! I forgot! I forgot! Jesus is holding me with his two hands, and Satan can’t cut his hands off; so I am safe!” Yes, my dear young friends, that is the secret If you want to be happy, you must not be thinking about your self, and your “feeling safe," hut rest in the happy knowledge that Jesus has got you safe. Paper, Envelopes, Box Paper, Bl’k Books, Pens, Inks, Pencils, etc., at W. T. Davenport & Son’s,