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—Peach trees are in bloom in Texas.
—The Rural Carolinian has suspended.
—Minneapolis rejoices in base ball on
skates.
—Fifteen bears were recently killed in
Hernando county, Florida.
—A Cincinnati lawsuit over the own
ership of a dog has cost SI,OOO.
—A Frenchman has invented a contri
vance for the steering of balloons.
—Every day brings the news of rail
road disasters, more or less fatal.
—Beecher declares that Vanderbilt
began to sing hymns thirty years too
late.
—The Grand Duke Alexis, command
ing the Russian fleet, has arrived at Nor
folk.
—Chestnuts grow in great abundance
near Canton, Tenn., and are sold at 90c.
a bushel.
—The adjutant General of Virginia
now gets the magnificent salary of. SIOO
per annum.
—lt now appears that one of the Min
nesota Hayes' electors is not a citizen of
the United States,
—You may travel all England through
and never see a man who carries a knife
or a pistol in hiaqiocket.
—The natives of India charge each
other 75 per cent, interest, and then len
ders complain of hard times.
—The press of the country is represen
ted at Washington this winter for the
first time by a colored journalist.
—Silver bars are piled upon the side
walks of Virginia City, Nevada, in such
profusion as to obstruct passage.
—A daughter of Bishop Simpson, of
the Methodist Episcopal Church, has
anchored herself to a Rev. Mr. Buoy.
- Members of the Baptist Church in
Lexington, Ky., publish a card in which
Key say that their pastor is a thief and
robber.
—Mrs. Gain s has had forty-two years
i 1 , '.tirnmus law suits, • and has now
commenced suing the lawyers who were
her counsel.
—A Uenry (111.) paper has the follow
ing: “ The Rev. Jidin S. Glendenning
will, by request, preach a sermon to
young ladies next Sabbath.”
—1( now turns out that Dr. Fred May
was more seriously hurt than was suppo
sed in the duel- with Bennett, and fears
are expressed that it may prove fatal.
—Fernando Wood’s idea is to have a
new election at once in South Carolina,
Florida and Louisiana, and he talks of
introducing a resolution to that effect in
the House.
—A beverage made from the leaf of
the coffee shrub, instead of from the ber
ry, has lately been introduced into Aus
trailia and is said to be superior to ordi
nary coffee.
—An electorial proposition from the
Senate favors the submission of all Con
gressional disagreements to a final coin
mitte of Senators, Representatives and
Supreme Court Judges.
—A man in Sac county, Wisconsin,
saw a prairie chicken on the top of his
wheat stack and shot at it. The wadding
from the gun set the stack on fire; and
his stack, house and barn were burned.
The chicken flew away.
—Mr. Rosenborough, living near Sar
dis, Mississippi, has been digging a most
extraordinary well. At the depth of 75
feet a large gu m or walnut log was a truck.
The next morning an Irish man and a
negro were suffocated in said well.
—A sad story of the ruin wrought in a
family by an erring son comes from
Washington, where a young man named
Tyler, the son of an old and respected
physician, has been convicted of forgery.
The disgrace killed his mother, and the
cost of the trial ruined his father.
—The Utica Herald says that ayonng
woman in that city, who had inordinate
ly big ears, but otherwise very pretty,
came to New York and had them cut
down by a skilful surgeou. The opera
tion was successful, and now her ears are
small, symmetrical, and not badly scar
red.
—The Tuscaloosa Times -says there is
on exhibition in Marion, Alabama, a
child born of colored parents, whose body
is one half white and the other half
black. The white portions are as white
as alabaster, the dark part black as the
aec of spades. One half of the scalp and
hair i->'trfiyily white.
—Th?w£3y of a soldier, buried in 1863
in a viflkj-fe cemetery in New Hampshire,
• taken up a few days ago for the pur
pose of removal, and was found to be
turtle .o stone. At the time of the in
terment the body weighed something
over 100 pounds, but when dug up it
weighed 700. lue features, clothing,
and even a wreath of flowers in the coffin
were as perfect as when buried.
—A negro woman belonging to a troupe
of jubilee singers sang, religious songs
with so much sweetness and fervor that
the citizens of Otis, Indiana, grew enthu
siastic in their admiration. They gave
her as “a testimonial of approval of ar
tistic merit and humble worth,” a purse
full of silver dollars. She got drunk
with the money, and when one of the
admiring citizens helped a constable to
arrest her, she stabbed him with a knife.
Sljc- (Dtjlriljotpc t£cl)ti.
BY T. L. GANTT.
TOO LATE.
Hush! speak low; tread softly;
Draw the sheet aside;
Yes, she does look peaceful;
With that smile she died.
Yet stern want and sorrow
Even now you trace
On the wan, worn features
Of the still white face.
Restless, helpless; hopeless,
W as her bitter part ;
New—how still the violets
Lie upon her heart!
She who toiled and labored
For her daily bread ;
See the velvet hangings
Of this stately bed.
Yes, they did forgive her;
Brought her home at last;
Strove to cover over
Their relentless past.
would have given
Wealth, and home, and pride,
To see her just look happy
Once before she died!
They strove hard to please her,
But, when death is near,
All you know is deadened,
Hope, and joy, and fear.
And besides, one sorrow
Deeper still—one pain
Was beyond them ; healing
Came to-day—in vain!
If she had but lingered
Just a few hours more;
Or had this letter reached her
Just one day before!
I can almost pity
Even him to-day:
Though he let this anguish
E it her heart away.
Yet she never blamed him;
One day you shall know
How this sorrow happened;
It was long ago.
I have read the letter;
Many a weary year,
Fqr one word she hungered—
There are thousands here.
If she could but hear it,
Could but understand;
See—l put the letter
In her cold white hand.
Even these words, so longed for,
Do not stir her rest ;
Well—l should not murmur,
For God judges best.
She needs no more pity:
But I mourn his fate,
When he hears his letter
Came a day too late.
An Everlasting Harvest.
The Satan Cruz (Cal.) Courier says:
“We, last week, witnessed the queer
spectacle of a strawberry patch growing
in the open air a week before Christinas.
The garden is located about six miies
above the town of Soquel, and about the
same distance from Santa Cruz. A Mr.
Thompson is the owner of the ranche,
and he informed us that any day or
month in the year he could go into the
patch and gather at least twenty quarts
of the luscious berries in short time. He
now has in cultivation 3,000 vines,
which occupy half an acre of ground, and
from these he has gathered, during the
past year, 6,000 quarts of the large crim
son beauties. Half of this quantity he
sold in the local markets at an average
of twenty cents per quart, and the other
half he gave away to neighbors, as there
was no demand for them from buyers.
Blossoms green, and flaming red, ripe
berries, smile, look sedate and blush,
side by side the whole year through, on
the same vine. This certainly is equal,
if not superior, to the ancient and fabled
land that flowed with milk and honey.
Now let us see if his crop pays him. To
start with, they are not as much trouble
to cultivate as a patch of sticking beaus
would be ; then at an average of twenty
cents per quart, the half acre of ground
would net him S6OO per year.
A Cure For Consumption.
A correspodent of Southern Plantation
writes as follows, about the power of a
well known plant: “ I have discovered
a remedy for pulmonary consumption.
It has cured a number of cases after
they commenced bleeding at the lungs,
and the hectic flush was already on the
check. After trying this remedy to my
own satisfaction, I have thought philan
thropy required that I should let it be
known to the world. It is the common
mullen, steeped strong and sweetened
with coffee sugar, and drank freely. The
herb should be gathered before the end
of July, if convenient. Young or old
plants are good dried in the shade and
kept in clean paper bags. The medicine
must be continued from three to six
months according to the nature of the
disease. It is very good for the blood
vessels also. It strengthens the system,
and builds up instead of taking away
strength. It makes good blood, and
takes inflammation away from the
lungs.” It is the wish of the writer that
every periodical in the United States,
Canada and Europe should publish this
receipt for the benefit of the human fami
ly. Lay this up, and keep it in the
house ready for use.”
Many farmers are complaining that
the fall oats are all killed by the severe
weather we had during December. We
hope they are mistaken, but we are fear
ful that they are right.
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 19, 1877.
“LITTLE JINKS.”
I never could be harsh with any one
having a real love for his mother ; more,
the moment that I saw that his case was
a deserving one, I was ready to exert
myself to the utmost to help him out of
the mire. My own mother had a hard
struggle to keep her harum-scarum boy
in order ; bat sooner than cause a tear to
gather in her eye, I would have chopped
off my right hand. She was my idol
when I used to worship in secret; and
many a time when she thought me asleep,
I have been peeping out from under the
blankets, watching her sewing, and wish
ing that I were strong enough and big
enough to work for her myself. But let
me explain. I received the following
note one morning as I entered the office:
“ I missed my purse when I reached
home, so my pockets must have been
picked somewhere between the Mansion
house and Finsbury square.”
This brief communication was sighed
by a well-known banker, a jolly old
bachelor, living in Finsbury square. He
was a little man, and inclined to be fat ;
but he had a large warm heart—as I had
discovered long before—and seemed to
live in a kind of genial atmosphere, liked
by everybody and envied by none. I
even felt a momentary surprise that a
tliief had found it in his heart to victim
ize such a man.
Calling at his house, the following
ensued: • •
“It is not so much the money that
concerns me,” he said; “ though the loss
of that would be serious to a poor man,
but in the inner pocket I had stowed
away some papers and an old memoran
dum which I shall miss very much. If
you just get me them, you can let the
poor wretch keep the money.”
This proposal was against all law and
order, aud he must have known it; but
I had to remind him of the fact.
“Ah, yes, I know,” he said, in his
quick way, with a merry smile. “ It’s
against the law, of course, but you de
tectives can easily stretch a point when
you have a mind to ; and, besides, I
only throw out the hint. Get the con
tents of the inner pocket—the rest also,
if you can.”
“ No, sir.”
“ You did not feel yourself tugged or
jostled anywhere on your way home.”
After eliciting all the fact3 I could in
connection with the matter, I returned
to the office, determined to work with a
will to trace his purse and its contents.
But I did not even hear of it. No one
among my numerous acquaintances seem
ed particularly flush of money; the
empty purse was not picked up anywhere
or brought in ; and I began to fear that it
had left London, and the thief with it.
In this, however, I was mistaken.
A little before ten o’clock next morn
ing, while we were chatting slim
morsel of a boy made his appearance,
with his eyes all red and swelled with
crying, and asked if this was the detec
tive office. We all started round and
gazed at the little intruder. The strang
est thing about him “ skinnyness”—he
was a mere shadow of a boy, though he
had a prepossessing face, in spite of the
blearing effect of the crying.
Being answered in the affirmative, he
remained a moment silent, during which
I could see, by the quivering of his lip,
that he was struggling hard to appear
manly and firm while making his next
speech; he then suddenly produced the
purse of Mr. S , the banker, and
hastily got out the words :
“ If you please, I’m a thief—and moth
er is dead—and I’ve come for’you to put
me in jail.”
He was choking and shaking all over
as he got the words out, but it was no
use. A blinding rush of tears came to
bis eyes, and the heavy purse dropped at
his feet.
There was a strange silence in the room.
Nobody rushed forward with a pair of
handcuffs, or grasped him by the collar
to hustle him off to a cell. He was so
small—so forlorn and pitiful-looking.
I touched him gently, on the shoulder.
“ What’s your name ?” I asked ; but
I was not prepared for the change the
simple question produced. His face
flushed up, and every tear burnt out of
his eyes, as he said :
“ My name Is Willie Bell, but they all
call me “ Little Jinks” now. That’s why
I ran away from the “ home.” But I
pitched into them before I left—not for
that, but for something else,” and the
recollection seemed to afford the — little
man a kind of fierce pleasure.
“ Oh, so you ran away from the
“ home.” I suppose your mother was
pretty poor, Willie—not well off—eh?”
“ That’s it, sir,” he cried, with sudden
intelligence flashing out of his tearful
eyes. “ That’s how she died—l’m sure
of it—because she hadn’t euougii to eat.
I tried to save hfer by stealing the purse
after I ran away from the “ home,” but
when I got home —when I got home—
she couldn’t eat —and she died without
knowing what I had done. Do you
think they’ll tell her in heaven that I
Btole it ?”
He appeared so anxious for a negative
that I was forced to say: -
“ I don’t think they will, Willie, be
cause that would be sure to make her
unhappy—wouldn’t it ?”
This brought a fresh burst of sobbing,
and then he said:
“ I hope I’ll be hanged. I want to die
now. It’s no living without mother, and
everybody else so cruel. There’s nobody
to put their arms round me when I jim
hungry. —l—l’m trying not to cry—
I made it all up before I came that I
wouldn’t cry, but somehow I can’t help
it. It seems very hard that God should
take her away, for I loved her so, and I’m
such a small boy.”
I could not get an answer, and nobody
else seemed ready to speak. I picked up
the purse and motioned to him to follow
me into another room, and there poor
Willie told me his mother’s history, and
a sad, sad history it was.
It was the old story—a garret pinch
ing want, and a hard struggle for bare
life, which finally drove the mother into
delicate health, and the boy into one of
the “ homes of London.
But here poor Willie’s troubles in
creased. Tlje boys of the “ home,”
crowded round the strange little arrival,
and dubbed him “Little Jinks.” No
rudeness or unkindness was meant —it
was their custom, and he had to give up
asking them to caU him Willie, for
“ Little Jinks,” they would have him,
and nothing else. The first day passed
all well enough—he made one or two ac
quaintances and at night, when all were
asleep, aud the cold moonlight stole into
the dormitory, he had a good cry, keep
ing his head muffled in the bedclothes
to stifle the sound.
But fresh griefs were in store ior him.
In an evil hour he had confided to some
of his new acquaintances some particulars
of his own life aud history; and next day
when he found them torturing one of
their number, a mute named Johnnie, he
horrified them by firing up, knocking
down one of them, releasing the sufferer,
and dariug them to touch him again.
An excited circle instantly formed
round him.
“ What is it?” said one, elbowing in.
“ It’s Jinks’ the beggar, the starved
rat,” spitefully answered the floored boy,
gathering himself up and wiping the
blood from his nose. “ Why couldn’t
he stay in his hole, and not come in
among gentlemen ?”
“ What’s he done?”
“ Stuck up for Johnnie.”
“ Oh, my ! Ha ! ha! ha !I” and the
jeering laugh ran round all.
“ I don’t care what you say,” chok
ingly returned “ Jinks,” blushing to the
ears, and then turning dangerously
white.
“ You’re a pack of cruel brutes I”
“Ha I ha! ha ! laughed the boys.
“ What a pity his mother isn’t here.
Ho ! ho! ho !”
“ Don’t speak of my mother, I warn
you, don’t I” said “ Jinks,” with a strange
flashing of the eyes.
“Ho! ho I ho ! Do you hear him ?
His mother’s a beggar, too.”
“Of course she is. He told me so;
and my uncle threw her a farthing on the
street one day. Ho ! ho ! ”
The last speaker didn’t get his laugh
out, for though he towered up tall and
strong, “ Jiuks” had flashed through the
air at his throat like a bloodhound.
They fought long and fiercely, and,
small as he was, “ Jinks” seemed to be
getting the best of it, when one of the
assistant masters suddenly appeared on
the scene, and put an end to the strggle.
And now “ Jinks” experienced the
danger of going against the majority.
The small boy and himself gave the true
version of the story ; the other boys, one
and all, gave quite a different one ; and
the majority carried the day.
“ Jinks” and Johnnie were taken in
and caned till every bone in their bodies
ached, and then shut up in separate little
rooms on the ground floor, with a hunch
of dry bread and a mug of water each.
Poor “Jinks” thought it high time
now to make his escape from a place
where he was so miserable, and get back
to his mother. In getting through the
window of the room in which he was
confined he fell to the ground, and was
considerably shaken. Before he could
rise to his feet his terror was increased
by a policeman arriving on the spot.
“ Oh, sir,’, he managed to grasp out,
“ I’m only little ‘ Jinks,’ you won’t stop
me ? They beat me all over for nothing.
But I didn’t mind that; but they
called my mother a beggar ; and I’m run
ning away from them. Oh, do let me
go ! Mother will be glad if you let me
| off, she will, indeed 1”
The policeman looked down at the lit
tle atom, with his torn shirt and stains
of blood coming through, and his pitiful
face and wildly pleading eyes. He didn’t
shake him or grasp him roughly. No,
he took the boy up in his arms. He
tried to speak to him, but for long the
words stuck in his throat, and when he
did get them out they were strangely
husky, and not at all harsh or unkind.
“ Poor little follow.”
The unexpected words went, straight to
little “ Jinks” heart. If the man had
kicked him, he would have been stone;
but the kind words drew from him a con
vulsive sob, and must have set his brain
reeling, for the next thing he was con
! scious of was the policeman patting a
sort of fiery stuff iuto his mouth out of a
flask, and telling him to keep up a good
heart, for he wouldn’t let anybody touch
him.
They were friends in a moment.
It ended, however, by the kind police
man carrying little “Jinks” to his moth
er; and the poor woman when she heard
the account, received him with o, en
I arms and thCrehe remained with her un
til the day of her death, and the day,
indeed, on which he stole the purse to
keep her from starving.
When he brought the stolen purse in,
he found his mother dying. But the fol
lowing conversation took place between
them:
“ Who gave it to you ?” she managed
to ask, and then a fearful, guilty remorse
began to gnaw at little “ Jink’s” heart.
“A woman down there,” he got out.
“But could you not get up and walk
about, mother? You would look better
then, aud perhaps you could eat.”
“No, Willie dear. I’m afraid ”
Little “ Jinks” seemed to see the words
that were coming, and a great wail burst
from him as he placed his little haud on
her mouth.
“ Oh, mother, don’t say that, or I’ll
die I” he wildly cried. “I’ll run for a
doctor! oh, how fast I’ll go! aud you’ll
be well to-morrow, won’t you ?”
But she only strained him closer to her
breast.
“Pray after me, Willie,” she faintly
whispered ; and then, choking with grief
and burning with a sense of guilt, he re
peated after her a little prayer, that God
would look after a poor little boy who
would soon have no mother, and raise
him up a great many kind friends to look
after him, and be the same as a mother
to him. and make him grow up to be a
great and good man.
After saying the prayer, little “Jinks”
had but. one thought, how he could let
his mother die without confessing his
crime. Every moment it was at the tip
of his tongue, but then he thought the
awful news would strike her dead in his
arms. He let her sleep on while he
watched her breathing.
Toward morning she stirred slightly
and opened her eyes.
“Kiss me, Willie,” she said.
It was only a whisper, but he heard
every word.
“Now put your arms round me—
tighter, tighter.”
These were her last words. Her breath
ing got fainter and slower; and then, as
her eyelids drooped, Willie’s screams
brought in some of the neighbors.
They took him gently from the room,
and we-e kind and good to him, poor
though they were; but when they told
him that his mother was away some
where, and would not be back for awhile,
he had such a wild burst of grief that
they were airaid of his slender life. But
he was calm at last, and then insisted on
going out, he wouldn’t tell where, but he
would go.
He slipped out when they were in the
next room, and found nis way to Scot
land yard ; and this ended his story.
I didn’t take him away and lock him
in a cell. No, I took him home to my
wife, and then paid a visit to the banker.
After giving him his purse and its con
tents entire and unbroken, I told him
little “Jink’s” story pretty much as I
have now put it before the reader. As I
have already indicated, he was of that
derided c lass known as soft-hearted ; and
long before I had finished he was blow
ing his no3e, wiping his eyes, and finally
crying and sobbing like a child. But
when I stopped him by asking if he
wished to press the case, he started right
back in his chair and looked perfectly
fierce.
“ Mr. Reynolds !” he cried, “do you
take me for a monster ? No,” he added,
after a minute, “ I will not press it nor
will I let you press it. Do you hear me?
lam determined. I will see Willie—
you'lj let me see him, won’t you ? I
think I shall like Willie, and perhaps
Willie might like me. This is a big
house, too; he wouldn’t fill up much
space in it; and, besides, he’d be some
body to talk to. Yes, I’ll see Willie.
But Mr. Reynolds, here stop! if you
say another word about ‘pressing the
case,’ as you call it, I’ll kill you on the
spot 1”
A Place Where the Sun Jumps a Day.
Chatham Island, lying off the cost of
New Zealand, in the South Pacific Ocean,
is peculiarly situated, as it is one of the
few habitable points of the globe where
the days of the week changes. It is just
on the line of demarcation between dates.
There high twelve on Sunday or Satur
day noon ceases, and instantly Monday’s
meridian begins. Sunday comes into a
man’s house on the east side, and be
comes Monday by the time it passes out
the western door. A man sits down to
his noonday dinner on Sunday and it is
Monday noon before he finishes it.
There Saturday is Sunday and Sunday
is Monday, and Monday becomes sudden
ly transformed into Tuesday. It is a
good place for people who have lost
much time, for by taking an early start
they can always get a day ahead on
Chatham Island. It took philosophers
and geographers a long time to settle
the puzzle of where Sunday noon ceased
and Monday noon began, with a man
travelling west fifteen degrees an hour,
or with the sun. It is to be hoped that
the next English Arctic expedition will
settle the other mooted question—Where
will one stop who travels north-west con
tinually?
Messrs. M. G. & J. Cohen, who appear
determined to knock the bottom out of
high prices, advertise that they are now
selling Coats’ best spool cotton at sixty
five cents per dozen.
VOL III —NO. 15.
DEVILTRIES.
—A distant relation: yeur Ant-Ipodes.
—A half loaf is better than a whole
loafer.
—Nothing circulates so rapidly as a
secret.
—“You are a cardinal-nosed thiug,”
is the latest womanism.
—A Wisconsin couple named their
sixth boy “ Enough.”
—What time of the day was Adam
born ? A little before Eve.
—An eel is not as slippery as a politi
cian, but it can live on water longer.
—Found, one Alexander kid glove, No.
7. The person having the other will
please call around at this office and
leave it.
—Olive Logan says that in Europe
Grant stands beside Wellington. Proba
bly about as a bull pup stands beside an
elephant.
—A Woodville woman is so cleanly
that she uses two rolling pins, one for
the pie crust and the other for her hus
band’s head.
—A lady much given to tattle, said she
never told anything except w two kinds
of people: those who asked her and
those who didn’t.
—Whittier thinks SSO a year enough
to dress any woman. Certainly. Eve
dressed for less than that. But it was
before ihe fall set in.
—A crusty old bachelor says that Ad
am’s wife was called Eve, because when
she appeared, man’s day of happiness was
drawing to a close,
—He asked her how she felt, and she
answered: “ Happy, happy, O, so very
happy.” She had begun the new year
with anew set of teeth.
—A Raleigh man actually married his
mother-in-law. There is no telling to
what extent this presidential muddle
will drive a crazy man.
—“ In Norway drunkardsare compell
ed to sweep the streets as a penance.”
That’s nothing. They have to hold up
lamp-posts in this country.
—A Philadelphia shoe merchant wrote
to his wiie that he had become a convert
to cremation, and she said : “Go ahead ;
have your ashes returned C. O. D to me.”
“ Look a-har,” remarked a granger
to a Main street lunch room last week,
“your coffee is O. K.; your hash is about
correct, but ain’t your eggs a leetle too
ripe ?”
—So we go. First Astor, then Slew
art, and now Vanderbilt. Thus all the
rich men are dropping off, and, since we
come to think about it, we feel a little
unwell ourself.
—The Treasury Department warns all
newspaper men against a SI,OOO counter
feit bill that is now hopping over the
country. We feel very much warned —
now bring on the bill.
A clergyman in Indiana ascended
the pulpit the other Sunday and said:
“No man can serve the Lord while he
has the jumping tooihcche. I therefore
d’smiss the congregation.”
—At an examination of one of the
public schools, a few days ago, a young
ster was asked to name the different
forms of government. “ Democracy and
Hypocracy,” was the reply,
—An lowa woman has a kettle cast in
1758. But because that ketlle was not
tied to the tail of George Washington’s
dog, it did not possess enough historical
interest to be sent to the Centennial.
—A high-toned New York woman
won’t button her own gaiters, because it’s
low business. But she might elevate it
considerably by putting her foot on the
mantle-piece when she buckles her shoe.
—As an evidence that times are on the
mend, it should be noted that watches
owned by Washington during the revolu
tion, and that sold a year ago at S2OO
apiece, can now be had at $1 each, with
a discount to the trade.
—A Cincinnati physician sued anoth
er man simply for calling him “ A liar,
a quack, a thief, a murderer, a rascal, a
a ruffian, a villain, a forger, a perjurer,a
predender, an ignoramus, and a general
dead beat.”
—A Chicago girl, while crossing Lake
Superior last summer, lost one of her
shoes overboard, and now captains of
vessels arriving at Duluth are telling
strange stories of a mysterious marine
monster which they sighted during their
trips.
—A San Franc33CO young lady receiv
ed an invitation to attend the theatre the
other evening just as the Chinaman came
for her washing. She hurriedly made out
a list of the garments given out, and an
swered the invitation. Then she sent
the list to the young man and kept the
answer to his note. There was soon a
very much confused young man, a very
much mortified young woman, but no
theatre going for either of them that
night.
—When Sir John Carr was in Glas
gow, about the year 1807, he was asked
by the magistrates to give his advice con
cerning the inscription to be placed on
the Nelson monument, then just comple
ted. Sir John recommended this brief
record: “Glasgow to Nelson.” “Just
so,” said one of the billies; “and as the
town of Nelson’s close at hand, might we
not just say, ‘Glasgow to Nelson 6 miles,’
an’ so it might serve for a monument an’
a mile stone too.”
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BISIXESS IS BISIMESS,
A larrlscs In Boston Without Pansa
•r ’(tqulra.
Boston Correspondent Net* York Sun.
Probably you have not heard of the
new firm of Hull & Johnson. It is a
very yonug firm, and has not, as yet,
made any great stir even in Boston.
The senior partner is Mary Florence
Hull, a daughter of the very advanced
Radical who edits the Boston Crucible.
Mr. Hull’s hobby is the abolition of all
marriage and divorce laws, leaving the
citizen free to make his or her domestic
arrangements under a general law of con*
tracts ’ and his preaching of this new
social gossip has borne fruit in his own
household, if nowhere else. The junior
partner is Horace Alvin Johnson.
Thursday evening, while the Crucible
editor was entertaining some Radical
Iriends at his house, 4 Bates place, Mary
aud Horace came into the room and
handed him a paper, which Mary asked
him to read aloud. It proved to be a
“ business and conjugal contract,” and
ran as follows:
We, whose names are hereunto affixed,
do, on the twenty-sixth day of Decem
ber, in the year one thousand eight hun
dred and seventy-six of the Christian
Era, enter into a business and conjugal
contract; the firm to be known as Hull
& Johnson.
We regard ourselves as, in every sense
of the word, equal partners, promising to
strive to treat each other, under ail cir
cumstances, as becomes such. We prom
ise that we will not try in any other way
than by advice or persuasion to control
the actions of each other.
Believing that neither Church nor
State has any business with our affairs,
we propose to live our own lives without
reference to either further than, if nec
essary, to give security to the Common
wealth of Massachusetts that our child
ren, should we be blessed with offspring,
shall be, at least, as well cared for as a
majority of those born in legal wedlock.
We further contract that when mutual
love shall no longer justify oar conjugal
union, we shall pa.t, giving the State as
little trouble iu our parting as we have
in coming together.
The reading finished, Mary and Hor
ace asked any one in the company who
knew any just cause of impediment—or
words to that effect—to speak out then
and there, or forever thereafter bold his
peace. If the paper wasn’t right, or if
they were not right, they wanted to know
it. No one offering any objection, they
stepped to the table and signed the con
tract.
Mary and Horace are now keeping
house at 30 Hudson street, and Mr. Hull
says they are “ to all appearances enjoy
ing as much happiness as falls to people
in this life.”
An Indian Dust Storm.
In his clever account of Bannati, a dis
trict in the Funjuab, Thorburn describes
a dust storm on the great plain of Mar
wat, a phenomenon of such imposing
force and grandeur as to be well deserv
ing of the important position lately ac
corded it, by American scholars, among
the great geological agents. si
Marwat, the bed of an ancient lake,
is now a vast treeless plain of undulat
ing, sandy down, bordered by a region
of soft, loamy clay, deeply furrowed by
watercourses, and overlaid by a layer of
gravel and smooth, rounded stones, call
ed “ hell stones” by the people, because
of their black and scorched appearance,
the effect, probably, of natural sand
blast attrition. Seen in autumn or in a
year of drought, it appears a bleak,
howling wilderness, fit home for the
whistling, heat-laden dust storms that
often sweep across its surface in the hot
months; but in late spring, after a few
timely showers, it presents an intermin
able sea of wheat, the vivid green of
which gives place here and there to
streaks and patches of dark shaded
grain.
The approach of a dust storm over this
place in the dry season, and witnessed
from one of its boundry hills, is a grand
and impressive sight At first but a
speck on the distant horizon, it rapidly
elongates until it stretches from east to
west, a mighty, threatening wall a thous
and feet high and thirty miles in length.
Nearer and nearer it comes, phantom
like, its rushing noise being inaudible to
the spectator. Now one wing is pushed
forward, non another, nearer still; and
now the birds—kites, vultures, and a
stray eagle or two —circling it, front are
visible, and one by one the villages at
the foot of the hill are enveloped and
hidden from the eye; a few minutes
more and the summit of Shekhbudin, till
then bathed in sunshine and sleeping in
the sultry stillness of the June morning,
is shrouded in yellow, scudding clouds.
Vanished is the grandeur of the scene in
a moment, and nought remains but the
stifling, begriming dust, flying and eddy
ing about in all directions, peuetratin
everywhere. Outside nothing can I
seen but a darkness which can be fel
and nothing is audible bat the whistli)
of the wind and the flapping of bungale
chicks; but iusidc the lamps are lighte
and a quarter of an hour is idly passe
until the storm, which generally expen ;
its fury on the hillsides, subsides or pa. •
es on.
If suffering with any chronic d’ -
ease, consult Dr. Durham, Maxey’, <