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Sunday marriages are illegal in Mich
igan.
A South Carolina man’s nose was kick
ed off by a cow.
Calcraft, the English hangman, says
that rauaderers never dream.
A recent census of the Black Hills
shows the population to be 6,550.
The cash on hand ih Packard’s State
treasury is estimated at $000,002^15.
Within a year no less than five New
York bankers have committed suicide.
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A poor Scotchman at Dundee is the
father of a child born with two stomachs.
Tin is found in Great Britain in large
quantities. This i.s the only country that
possesses tin mines.
Earl Township (Pa.) boasts of a very
young grandfather, viz: Nathan Rae,
who is not yet 35 pears of age.
An English physician recently sliced
off a piece of a man’s liver, took it out
doctored it and put it back, all right.
Cheap non-explosive oil from wood,
chiefly pine, is now extracted in Sweden
in fifteen factories, with favorable re
sults.
A large farmer is Mr. James Irvin of
Los Angelos county, California. He
owns 107,000 acres of land and 45,000
sheep.
An artesian well in Charleston, S. C.,
is now to lignite which the News and
Courier says burns with an empyro
matic ordor.
What do you think of a woman being
a grand moth'•'f at‘i?‘ > A Virginia girl
married at 13 and now her daughter has
tine boy.
A Mme. Camis Cohen has just died at
Algiers at the age (attested) of 116, leav
ing five generations of decendats, in num
ber seventy.
Always carry a silver half dollar
yonr vest pocket. Oaesaved the life of
a man the other day who was shot at by
au enraged father.
A Frenchman has discovered that hu
man hair can be transplanted, and bald
headed men can become reaaonbly hir
suted by that process.
Galveston (Texas) News: A. Millett,
of Baylor county* with his brother, own
three or four ranchos, on which they
have about 75,000 head of cattle.
There is a girl ten years old in Hinds
countv, Miss., who is six feet high,
weighs 190 pounds, and has six fingers
•on each hand and six toes on each foot.
On the occasion of the last lunar
eclipse in Turkey the soldiers fired their
guns in the air, with the intent to kill
the “devil who was carrying off the
moon.”
The shock from the firing of the 80-
ton gun at Bhoeburyness, England, re
cently caused bottles to fall off a glass
shelf in the window of a house sixteen
miles distant.
Major Reno deserted Custer’s little
band in their dark hour, and revenge
came swifter than he thought for. He is
degraded and disgraced and kicked out
of the service.
A little New York boy named Hagger
fy, built a fire under the cradle of his
infant brother, and but for the timely
arrival of help, the baby would have
been cremated.
A Starving Chinaman, who was taken
into the Cincinnati hospital for resusci
tation, a few days ago, attributed his
woful plight to the fact ?that he had
started a laundry in Louisville. He
sums up his experience iu a single line :
Kentuekee—two weekee—one shirtee.
An old man named Springman came
to Washington to be inaugurated as
President. He claimed to have docu
inants from the Louisiana returning
board showing that he should be counted
in. He was sent to the lunatic asylum.
This makes, says a Washington letter,
the sixth insane person who has come
here to be inaugurated.
Among the patients who sought treat
ment at Dr. Chisolm‘s free eye and ear
dispensary yesterday were two sisters,
one 84 and the other 80 years of age, who
lived together for mutual support The
younger is totally blind, and yet she does
the family sewing. She retains such
delicacy of touch that she can thread an
ordinary-sized needle with ease, and
even a fine one after a few efforts. Hav
ing cut off square the end of the thread,
she holds it fixed between her fingers
and brings the eye of the needle up to it,
and often at the first trial passes the end
of the thread through the eye.
Sl)£ (Dglrtljorpe €cl)®.
BY T. L. GANTT.
Written for the Echo.]
T# The dearest girl nr ogle-
THORPE.
BY "DICK SWIVLEB.”
To-day will be yester to morrow—
The moments are flitting away :
Then banish each sad thought and sorrow;
My beauty, be merry and gay.
I love thee—oh, how can you doubt me?
My own bright, angelic one;
Thy love sheds a halo around me
More glorious than light of the sun.
To-day will be yester to morrow—
Each hour as it passes away
Is bringing still nearer, my darling,
The dawn of the bright, happy day
That will give to my keeping a treasure
From which I will never more part,
But bind it still nearer and nearer,
With love, to a fond, faithful heart.
To-day will be yester’ to-morrow—
“ Let the dead past bury its dead
Let the ghost of no old-buried sorrow
Cause thy bright eye a tear-drop to shed;
But look to the glowing horizon,
Where the sun of to-morrow will rise;
Leave thy cares of to-day with old yester—
Laugh gaily at time as he flies.
To-day will be yester to-morrow —
The moments are swift in their flight:
Soon, soon to my fond heart I’ll press thee,
My jewel, my spirit’s delight;
I’ll tenderly care for my “ birdie,”
And nestle thee close to my breast—
My fond heart will ever be to thee
A refuge, a home and a rest.
A MODERN NOVEL.
VOL. I.
A winning wile,
A sunny smile,
A feather ;
A tiny talk,
A pleasant walk
Together.
VOL. 11.
A little doubt,
A playful pout,
Capricious!
A merry miss,
A stolen kiss,
Delicious!
VOL. 111.
You ask mama,
Consnlt papa,
With pleasure;
And both repent
This rash event,
At leisure.
THE FIRST MAN.
Some repairs were needed to the en
gine when the train reached Reno, and
while most of the passengers were taking
a philosophical view of the delay
making themselves as comfortable at pos
sible in the depot, in walked a native.
He wasn’t a native Indian, or a native
grizzley, but a native Nevadian, and he
was rigged out in imperial style. He
wore a bearskin coat and cap, buckskin
leggings and moccasins, and in his belt
was a big knife and two revolvers. There
was lightning in Ms eye, destruction in
his walk, and as he sauntered up to the
red-hot stove and scattered tobacco juice
over it, a dozen passengers looked pale
with fear. Among the travelers was a
car painter from Jersey City, and after
surveying the native for a minute he
coolly inquired:
“ Aren’t you afraid you’ll fall down
and hurt your pretty self with those
weapons ?”
“ W—what!” exclaimed the native in
astonishment.
“ I suppose they sell such outfits as
you’ve got on at auction here, don’t
they?” continued the painter.
“ W—what d’ye mean—who ar’ ye ?”
whispered the native as he walked round
the stove and put on a terrible look.
“ My name is Logwood,” was the calm
reply, “ and I mean that, if I were you,
I’d crawl out of those old duds and put
on some decent clothes !”
“ Don’t talk that way to me, or you
won’t live a miuit!” exclaimed the na
tive as he hopped around. “ Why, you
homesick coyote, I’m Grizzly Dan, the
heaviest Indian fighter in the world! I
was the first white man to scout for Gen.
Crook! I was the first white man in the
Black Hills ! I was the first white man
among the Modocs!”
“ I don’t believe it!” flatly replied the
painter.” “You look more like the first
white man down to the dinner table !”
The native drew his knife, put it back
again, looked around and then softly
asked :
“ Stranger, will you come over behind
the ridge aud shoot and slash till this
thing is settled ?”
“ You bet I will 1” replied the man
man from Jersey, as he rose up. “ Just
pace right out and I’ll follow.
Every man in the room jumped to his
feet in wild excitement The native star
ted for the back door, but when he found
the car painter at his heels, with his six
barreled Colt iu his hand, he halted and
said:
“ Friend, come to think of it, I don't
wan’t to kill you and have your widow
come on me for damages.”
“Go right ahead—l’m not a married
man,” replied the painter.
“ But you’ve got relatives, and I dou’t
want no law suite to bother me just as
spring is coming.”
“ I am an orphan, without a relative
in the world !” shouted the Jerseyite.
“Well, the law will make me bury
you, and it would be a week’s work to
dig a grave at this season of the year. I
think I’ll break a rib or two for you,
smash your uose, gouge out your left eye,
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 20, 1877.
| and let it go at that!”
“That suits me to a dot!” said the
painter. “ Gentlemen, please stand back
and some of you shut the door to the
ladies’ room.”
I was the first man to attack a grizzly
bear with a bowie knife,” remarked the
native as he looked around. “ I was the
first man to discover silver in Nevada.
I made the first scout up Powder river.
I was the first man to make hunting
shirts out of the skins of Pawnee In dians
I don’t want to hurt this man, as he looks
kinder sad and down-hearted, but he
must apoligize to me.”
“ I won’c do it,” cried the painter.
“ Gentlemen, I never fight without ta
king off my coat, and I don’t see any nail
here to hang it on,” said the native.
“I’ll hold it—l’ll hold it!” shouted a
dozen voices in chorus.
“ Another thing,” softly continued the
native. “ I never fight in a hot room. I
used to do it years ago, but I found it was
running me into consumption. I always
do my fighting out doors now.”
“I’ll go out with you, old rabbit-kill
er!” exclaimed the painter, who had his
coat off.
“ That’s another deadly insult that
must be wiped out in blood, and' z once I
must finish you. Ineverfigh f a
depot, though. Igo out * ne 4ne prairie,
where there is a chance to Itirow myself.”
“ Where’s your prairie ? lead the way!”
howled the crowd.
“ It wouldn’t do any good, replied the
native, as he leaned against the wall. “I
always hold a ten dollar gold piece in my
mouth when I fight, and I haven’t got
one te-day—in fact, I’m dead broke.”
“ Here’s a gold piece,” called a tall
man, holding up the metal.
“ I’m a thousand times obleeged,”
mournfully replied the native, shaking
his head. “ I never go into a fight with
out putting red paint on my left ear for
luck ; and I haven’t my red paint by me
and there isn’t a bit in Reno.”
“Are—you—goin—to—fight ?” deman
ded the car painter, reaching out for the
bearskin cap.
" I took a solemn oath when a boy
never to fight without painting my left
ear,” protested the Indian-killer. “You
wouldn’t want me to go back on my sol-
would you ?”
“ You’re a cabbage, a
kin dressed up in leggings I” contemptu
ously remarked the car painter, as he put
on his coat.
“ Yet, he’s a great coward,” remarked
several others, as they turned away.
“ I’ll give ten thousand dollars for ten
drops o' red paint V’ shrieked the native.
“ Oh ! why is it that I have no paint for
ear when here is such a chance to go in
and kill!”
A big blacksmith from Illinois took
him by the neck and run him out, and
he was seen no more for an hour. Just
before the train started, and after all the
passengers had taken seats, the First Man
was seen on the platform. He had an
other bowie knife, and had also put a
tomahawk in his belt. There was red
paint on his left ear, his eyes rolled, and
in a terrible voice he called out:
“ Where is that man Logwood ? Let
him come out here and meet his doom !”
“Is that you ? Count me in !” replied
the car painter, as he opened a window.
He rushed for the door, leaped down,
and was pulling off his overcoat again,
when the native began to retreat, calling
out:
“I’ll get my hair cut and be back in
seventeen seconds. I never fight with
long hair. I promised my dying mother
not to.”
When the train rolled away he was
seen flourishing his tomahawk around his
head in the wildest manner.
BESSIE AND LUKE.
The stage driver was a rough looking
giant, his big paws hidden away in fox
skin gloves, and his body well covered
by a buffalo skin overcoat. He flung
the mail into the sleigh, untied the po
nies, and his shout of “ All aboard”
brought out a solitary traveler for the
cold ride of eighteen miles over the snow
covered hi Is of Wisconsin.
“ Weather is breakin’ a little just now,
but it has been awful on this route,”
remarked the driver, as the ponies got
away. “ I kin git long fust rate with
five decrees below, but when it comes to
ten in the valleys there’s a good fifteen
on the hills, an’ the wind e’enamost cuts
the ponies in two.”
Wisconsin winter weather never
makes a failure, and when a snowstorm
begins there is no let up until the heav
ens have sent the last flake. The snow
was two feet deep on either side of the
single track in the center of the high
way, and where the wind had a good
sweeps there were difto covering the
fences, with several feet to spare.
No other teams came after—none were
encountered. The fierce cold was too
much for farmers and ordinary trave
lers. The United States mail had the
track to itself. Wrapped in furs, blan
kets and robes, and with hot bricks,
steaming away fin the straw, stage dri
ver and traveler rode in silence for
miles. By-and-by, as the ponies slack
ened their pace a little to climb a long
hill, the driver pointed to the right and
asked:
“ D’ye see that log house up tbar.
Bar it in mind an’ I’ll tell ye a story.”
It was a gloomy pile of logs, curtains
down over the windows and show drift-
| ed clear to the sills, and most of the land
! around it was sterile hill or tangled
thicket. Over the hill and half a mile
beyond, and the driver pointed again
and said:
“An’ now take a peep at that place
an’ I’ll begin my story.”
It was a small* frame house this time,
partly surrounded by a wind-break of
poplar trees. The house was old and
weather beaten. The windows were
covered with frost, the path to the gate
was hidden by drifts, and the only liv
ing thing to be seen was a poor old horse
standing on the lee side of a hedge.
His ribs could be traced clear from the
road, and he greeted the ponies with a
neigh, telling of hunger and lonesome
ness.
“Three weeks ago,” begun the driver,
as he cleared his throat, “ both o’ them
places were full of cheer. The one
back there held an old man, his wife,
an’ handsome daughter, an’ this one was
occupied by a bachelor named Luke
Warner. I don’t know how he came to
live here alone, but here he was an’ he
not only worked hard aud took good care
o’ things, but he had a bite to eat for all
beggars an’ a good word for travelers.
Them folks back in the log house were
kinder new to this section. I’ve hearn
tell he was a broken down merchant,
who had to give up everything an’ leave
New York. I saw him dozens o’ times,
and he was high headed, even if he was
poor. He walked along like a lord, and
he wouldn’t notice such as me.”
The driver pulled the robes away from
his mouth a little more, and went on :
“ Crack to grashus ! but didn’t they
have a handsome gal ? She was as trim
as an angel, handsome as a June day,
and it nateral that Luke should fail in
love with her. He was at least thirty
five, an’ neither good lookin’ nor edeca
ted, but you can’t tell when a gal is goiij’
to love or hate. I ’spect it riled the old
folks to think she’d take up with a farm
er, an’ I suppose they forbid him comiu’
there, leastwise that was the talk along
the road last fall. Luke pegged, away
same as ever, an’ the gal didn’t look any
the less handsome as I saw hgf- at the
gate. As winter set in, see
much of any of them, and by-and-bye
the gossip began to die- out.”
“ Bout eighteen or nineteen, au’ she
had hair like gold. It just makes my
heartache to remember her. Well, it
seemed that her an’ Luke were bound to
marry. The old folks wouldn’t give in,
an’ Luke fixed it to be married down
k-* l "* Aie hiur rp.rl farm hnian The
hsr*-* > t.bo hig re d farm house. The
preacher was to be there, a crowd was
cornin’ to dance, an’ the gal was to slip
away from home an’ come down with
Luke, kinder hand-in-hand, as the news
papers say. The gal got away in the
evenin’, walked over to Luke’s, an’ he
had his horse and sleigh ready. It was
the fust snow, but not very good running.
They got started all right, happy as two
doves, but they had only turned out o’
the yard when it began to snow. I was
out in it, too; an’ great snakes! how it
did come down ! It just dropped down
in chunks an’ patches, an’ in half an
hour the road was out o’ sight under six
inches o’ snow, an’ the wind was flingin’
it ten feet high wherever it could strike.”
The driver looked back over the lonely
road, drew a long breath and went on :
“The Lord only knows how it came
about, but Luke’s horse fell into the
ditch and broke his leg, an’ then the
lovers sot out on foot. They went right
drefful storm, determined to
reach the red farm house. Right ahead
here, just half way besween the houses,
is whar we found ’em. The storm raged
for rhree days, an’ in some places the
drifts were ten feet high. When it
cleared away the gal was missed, Luke
was missed, an’ a gang of us sot out to
search the toad. We found the horse,
dead an’ stiff an’ then we knew it was all
up with the children. We had an awful
time digin’through the drifts an’trackin’
the pair, an just under this hill here is
whar we dug ’em out. How d’ye s’pose
we found ’em?”
He waited half a minute for the answer
that didn’t come, and then said :
‘‘May the Lord bless Luke Warner!
When thejsnow got deep he had taken
that gal on his back. When he found
she was freezin’ to death he had taken
off his coats and put them around her,
and his vest was buttoned around her
head to take the place of her lost hat.
He stripped right to his shirtsleeves, sir,
to save that gal, an’ no man could have
done more. When the snow got too
deep he stopped, an’ crouchin’ agin the
fence, with the poor gal’s face close to
his, an’ their hands clasped, death came
down through this lonesome valley an’
took ’em. It was an awful sight, sir, an’
the gal’s father took on so that men had
to hold him. The neighbors had to lay
out the corpses an’ bury ’em, an’ it was
right to put ’em both in one grave. The
mother went dead over it before the
grave was covered, an’ the father is gone
no one knows whar. It’s awful to think
of, sir, an’ when I git to rememberin' all
about it, such a lump comes up in my
throat that I can’t talk.”
The traveler looked op into the rough
giant’s face, and two tears, frozen to ice
by the bitter wind, rested on his cheeks.
“An’l just believe,” whispered the
man, after a long pause, and pointing
heavenward with his whip, “ that Bessie
an’ Luke are the brightest augels of the
ball crowd yonder.”
HOW SHE FOOLED HIM. -
John Sanscript’s wife went to bed Sat
urday night with her mind made up to
fool the old man next day or die in the
attempt. In previous years she had found
John impervious to jokes of all kiuds,
and she realized the Augean task before
her on the morrow. With her mind full
of her self-imposed task she went to sleep.
At daylight shs awoke and at once began
to operate. Her victim was lying with
his back towards her, apparently in a
sound sleep. She poked him vigorously
in the ribs with her her sharp elbow, and
clawed his shins with her toe-nails, pre
paratory to startling him with a half
whispered warning.
“John—oh, John—there’s someone
ringing the door belt.”
“ Lem ’im ring,” was the sleepy re
sponse.
“ But, John, maybe it’s the man on the
next square who owes you that SIOO
come to pay you.”
“ No’tain’t neither,” said John, with
a yawn.
“ Bnt you don’t know, and it may be
that very man.”
“ I guess not, for he’s buried. Died
last week. Besides, old woman your
ears deceive you. I took the hell knob
off last night to fool .April-foolers.”
Heavens ! what a mess she made of it,
to begin with ! But when the old man
rolled out of bed, yawned and picked up
his pants, she rammed the sheet in her
mouth to plug up her laughter.
“Oh, jiminy! won’t he tumble when
he puts his foot in them pants and finds
the legs sewed up !” she said to herself.
Judge of her rage when the provoking
brute innocently carried the blockaded
breeches to the wardrobe and inquired:
“ Nancy, where’s them chocolate color
ed pants I had on last week?”
“ Put on the ones you have in your
bands, John; what’s the matter with
them ?”
I burst a button off yesterday, and
they need mending.”
At breakfast she poured out a nice cup
of coffee for him and sweetened it with
two spoonfulls of salt.
“ You needn’t give me any coffee,” he
said ; “ keep that yourself.”
“ Why, John, what’s the matter? This
is the first time since we were married
you refused coffee?”
“ The blamed stuff has made me nervous
lately ; and, as this is the first of the
month, I thought I’d break off and only
drink it for supper. You keep that your
self.”
When he came home to dinner she had
prepared him a neatly directed envelope
with a sheet of blank paper enclosed with
in. He eyed it suspiciously, and, throw
ing it into the fire, said ;
“ I know that handwriting. It’s from
that crazy lunatic who wants me to Tote
for him to-morrow. So much for his let
ter.” ,
In the evening she disguised herself in
one of her husband’s old suits and came
to the door to beg for charity.
“ Please give me a nickel to buy some
bread.”
“Get out, or I’ll give you a nickel with
my boot.”
“ But, sir consider. I’m starving.”
“ The devrl you are! Now, I’ll bet you
fifty dollars against the suit of clothes
you wear that you are an imposter.”
“ But, sir.”
“ If I were to search you now I should
not be surprised to find you loaded
with wealth. For two cents I would
see.”
“ For heaven’s sake”
“ Now, none of your soft soap on me.
I don’t believe in beggars. Here you
policeman, take this infernal impostor to
the station house.”
Just as the “ peeler” grabbed the sup*
posed beggar by the back of the neck a
shrill voice yelled;
“. John.! John ! you wouldn’t send your
wife to the station house, would you ?”
“ The h—ll I wouldn’t!” was the cool
response. “ Any body who lies to me
about my door-bell, sews up my trousers,
puts salt in my coffee, writes me anony
mous notes and steals my clothes ought
to go to the penitentiary for life.’,”
But how did you know ”
“ If you women wouldn’t talk in your
sleep you might keep a secret once in a
awhile.”
Mrs. Sanscript says that hereafter when
she attempts an April-fool joke she in
tends to sit up all night previous,.— Cin
cinnatti Enquirer , 2 d April.
Theft OF A HOUSE.— The thieves of!
Paris, like the Parisian police, have long '
been supposed to be preternaturally ■
acute. A thief of Bois-Oolumbes has
lately proved how he could excel either. ■
M. Bourdais owns a piece of property in
the place indicated, which two years ago
he rented to an eligible tenant. M.
Bourdias dwelt in another place, and for
a year and a half his rent was sent to
him with the most perfect regularity.
No landlord could a3k for a better ten
ant. Afterward M. Bourdais received no
remittence, and wrote many times to see
what was the trouble. He received no
answer. Finally, after some months of
dglay, he determined to go to Bois-Co
lumbes, and upon arriving there what
was his surpriae to find that nothing of
his “ place” remained but the ground it
self. He sought diligently for his house,
but alas! be had no house; it had been dis
mantled, demolished, and removed. In
a rage he laid his grievance before the
police, who are probably now searching
for the dwelling with the best quality. # of
mionjrcopaa. * .
VOL. Ill—NO. 28.
Hl* True Story.
A citizen was yesterday halted near
the Soldiers’ Monument by a frank faced
old man who had a fence picket in one
hand and an old boot in the other. He
said he wanted ten cents to buy bread
with, and the citizen replied :
“ I don’t know anything about vou.
There are lots of dead-beats aud impos
tors around.”
“ See here,” began the old man as he
laid the picket and boot down, “ I live
on Croghan street, and I can take you to
forty men who know it. We haven’t had
anything in the house for a week. Day
before yesterday I began eating the pick
ets off the fence, while my wife com
menced on a bedroom door. I knew
everybody would think I was a liar, aud
so I brought one of the pickets along.
There’s the marks of my teeth to show
for themselves.”
“ Yes, looks as if you had bitten in
there,” replied the citizen as he scanned
the picket.
“ I don’t like’em,” contined the old
man. “ The slivers kinder catch as they
go down, and the paint gives me the
heart-burn. After two meals I changed
off to the brick bats. I see you are as
tonished, hut truth is my motto and here
is the proof.”
He pulled out a piece of brick and
held it to the citizen’s nose. There were
tooth mjtrks and no chance for argu
ment.
“ They don’t agree with me,” sighed
the old man. “ The per cent, of nutri
ment doesn’t hardly come up to my
standard, and a bad) taste lingers in my
mouth. I only ate half a dozen and
then changed to old boots. I take one
like this, soak it over night in strong lye,
shakeout the pegs in the morning, and
then we boil it with an old bone, sprinkle
in a little bran, and the soup fills up, if
nothing more. This is the fourth old
boot, and I suppose I could get along all
right for a week or so, but to-day is my
birth-day and I though I’d like a little
bread to sort ’o commemorate the occa
sion.”
The citizen looked at him, mouth open,
and not a word to say.
“ I suppose I might skirmish around
and find an old piece of buffalo robe and
bake it for dinner, but if you had just as
soon lend me ten cents I think I’ll accept
it.”
The citizen handed out the money like
a man in a dream, and stowing it down
in his pocket the old man picked up the
boot and smelled of the heel, lifted up
the picket and bit off a sliver, and said
as he moved away :
“If you ever get down to brick-bats
call on me for a loau.”
A BLACK FIEND.
An Outrage and Prompt Pnnldliment—
Lynch Law tn Louisiana.
Thibodaux, April 7.—On Tuesday
last, at about midday, two little girls—
one a daughter and the other a niece of
Mr. Felix Falgout, a respectable citizen
of this parish and a rather prominent
member of the Republican party—were
amusing themselves by fishing in the
canal which runs along the track of Mor
gan’s Railroad, which is about one mile
east of the Lafourche crossing.
While thus engaged, a colored man, a
giant in size and strength, came along
the track and accosted them. After a
few casual questions asked by the man
and replied to by the children, the brute
suddenly threw himself upon the eldest
girl, the daughter of Falgout, who is not
yet thirteeu years of age, and even unu
sually small in stature, and by force ac
complished her ruin. An alarm was at
once sounded, and after an exciting chase
of several miles, iu which both races
joined with equal spirit, the monster was
| arrested and lodged in prison. A pre
j limioary examination was regularly held
! on Thursday before our parish Judge,
: and all the facts of the revolting case were
developed.
The evidence was damning and left no
I doubts in the mind of anyas l to theques
tion of guilt. Indeed, such evidence was
not needed, as the man made no attempt
to conceal his crime, but confessed openlv
and repeatedly that he was guilty, and
with a hellish effrontery seenn and rather
to boast of the exploit, and threatened to
repeat the offense. When recommitted
to prison he boldly stated his intention
to escape and wreak summary vengeance
upon his captors. In a word, the reck
less villainy of the man was almost in
credible. It will not be thought strange,
therefere, under the state of facts that
our usually quiet and orderly community
became excited, or that such excitement
should culminate, as it has just done, in
the death of the wretch at the hands ol
Judge Lynch.
Last night, at about midnight, a large
crowd of persons of both races entered
the town and went to the jail, and by
means of sledge hammers the doors were
burst open,and within a few minutes the
man was dangling at the end of a con
venient rope. The act was that of both
blacks and whites, Republicans and Dem
ocrats indiscriminately. The father of
the child was Republican in politics.—
N. 0. Democrat.
A fine gray Australian parrot, owned
by Mr. Feek, of the Queen’s Hotel,
Guelph, has almost killed itself by pick
ing a hole in its crop and eating the
seeds which it bad over again
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Washington Fetiitird.
The San Francisco Chronicle prints a
letter purporting to come from Washing
ton aud dated February 15, in which the
writer says ; “We visited Washington’s
tomb to-day at Mount Vernon, Virginia,
some twelve miles from this city, down
the Potomac, and we had the unusual
privilege of beholding the mortal remains
of the immortal Washington. Visitors
to the tomb will remember that the west
wall of the same has for several years
been in need of repair. A few days
since part of it tumbled into the tomb,
completely covering the sarcophagus of
Washington and Martha Washington.
In order to repair the damage in a com
petent manner, it was found necessary
to remove them a few feet from their
resting place. The one containing the
remains of Martha Washington was re
moved first, but attracted no attention.
But the unusual weight of the one con
taining the remains of Washington,
aroused the curiosity of the official who
was superintending the work of removal,
and it decided to open the sarcophagus
in order to ascertain the cause. This
was done, aud the remains were found to
be petrified ; in fact a solid stone resem
bling a statute, the features perfectly
natural, with the exception of eyes and
ears, no trace of which can beseen. The
bo<ly is of a dark leatberly color, aud
may be said to be a soft sand-stone,
which would likely break should an at
tempt be made to remove it from the
sarcophagus. Edward Baker, an aged
colored man, who has resided upon the
farm since he was a boy, and who assisted
in removing the remains from the old
tomb to the present one, informs us that
it is 38 years since their removal. At
that time they had rested in tneold tomb
38 years, and were exhumed in a state
of preservation beyond all expectation,
being a solid compact mass, with the
skin drawn tightly to the bones, petii
faction no doubt having commenced its
work. The repairs to the tomb will be
completed to-day, and the sarcophagus is
not likely to be opened again for a ceu
tury to come, unless, indeed, in the case
of an accident, as in the present instance,
and petrifaction will complete its work,
and the remains of the immortal Wash
ington will then be as enduring as his
memory is dear.”
Adventure with a Snake In India.
Eight or ten large fish bad been taken,
and the chasse had wandered some two
or three hundred yards from the spot
where the sahibs had left their guns,
when suddenly a shriek was heard from
one of the men who searched the bank
with their feet; he was seen to fall back
in the water, and a huge serpent uncoil
ing himself from his cool lair, and rais
ing his head above the surface, took iiis
conrse down the centre of the stream,
lashing the water into foam, while the
villagers fled in every direction. Not so
the gallant shikarees—closing together
as the monster approached, they cut at
him vigorously and severely wounded
him. A terrible tussel now ensued-; tur
ning upon his assailants with open mouth
the snake attempted to seize one of them,
but was repelled by a shower of blows
and several fresh wounds. He then once
more sought safety in flight, but was pur
sued by his active enemies, and being
disabled by a well-directed cut that broke
his spine, was dragged- to land amid the
shouts of all present. The sahibs had
indeed charged into the river to help the
shikarees, but their gus being left behind
their knives were of little use in such a
melee, and the victory belonged solely to
the two swordsmen. The reptile proved
to be a very large rock snake (a species
allied to the boa) and measured nearly
twenty feet in length, while the thickest
part of his body was as large as a stout
man’s thigh. We made an attempt to
preserve the skin, but the numerous
wounds, the heat and closeness of the
weather, and the want of arsenical soap
rendered the efforts unavailing.
A Sensitive Old >S ai<len.
In a certain pleasant town in the coun
ty of Surrey, England, there was a crick
et ground nearly surrounded by houses..
One fine morning, just after a great match
had been played, the secretary of the club
received a letter from a lady “of certain
age,” the proprietor of one of the adjacent
houses, declaring that her delicacy had,
repeatedly beeD atfonted by ihe sight of
gentlemen in every stage of nudity,”
putting o their cricketing flannels in
the open dressing tent just before her
windows' Would the secretary, there
fore, she entreated, make arrangements
for ridding her of tlris disgusting specta
cle? The secretary wrote an apologetic
nole to Miss Flefye, and at the match
the dressing tent was placed at the oppo
site corner of the cricket ground, at least
three hundred yards from the lady’s win
dow. Imagine the secretary’s astonish
ment at receiving the next mornig a
second letter thanking him for “his ob
viously kind but regretting
that they were of nt> avail, a she could
see the gentlemen’s legs, with a telescope,
just ao plainly as before.
D®h. Watejl —Use a little milk in
your dish water, whether hard or soft;
yon will never need soap if you have the
water hot, no- matter how greasy t •
I bare not used a pound of soap,
nor ammonia, lye or soda in dish water
for five years; my dishes, tin and cook
ing vessels are bright and clean too ; just
try ft.