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The Man la the Gallery.
It will be remembered that, in hio
apeech nominating Sherman at the Chi
csgodjmvention, Gen. Garfield, after de
liveriug an appropriate eulogy upon that
candidate, said: “Who do you want?'
Whereupon a voice in the gallery shouted
“Garfield."
That unknown man called'upou the
General on Tuesday afternoon, just
aa he was washing his hands tc
h> prepare for a general shake. He
was a one-armed soldier, and rathergeedy
in his make-up.
Said he, " General Garfield, I ooiuc
offer my congratulations.'’
“Thanks, thanks,"said the General;
“ let me see, weren't you in the Forty
second Ohio— r
“No, General, that’s not it. Didn’t
you hear tliut voice in the gallery when
you said ‘Who do you want?’ I’m the
fellow tliat said it I was for you first,
Inst, and all the time,"
“ You are a prophetia soul,” said the
General, “and if I oome to the White
House dopend upon it I shan’t forget
you”.
And the one-armed miuijeft his name
on a qgrd aud went away happy.
In a few minutes Garfield was sur
rounded by his friends, and his right
hand was going like a pump-handle,
when a burly Teuton pressed forward and
accosted him:
(inten abend, General, I dinks I
have some glaims on yon anyhow."
“ I am at your service, my goodiriend,”
said the General: “let me hear from
yon-”,,
“ Did you hear dot man shoud oud in
in deCgglleW ‘ Garfield" , ‘wheh you say
‘ Was haben sie?”
“ Ah, yes, I remember it well. Do
you mean to tell me—”
“ Yah, General, Ivaa dot man, identi
cal zarne, ,
“My friend, I shall never forget you
as long as I live. Let me hear from you
any time. ”
And the man went away happy.
Passing through the rotunda on his
way to the carriage, the General felt a
thundering slap on thq back, midway be
tween his shoulders and hips, accom
panied by, “ Hillo, old Gar.”
Turning round he saw a very little
man, with a very tall hat, and a verythiok
stick in his fist.
“ Don’t remember me, eh? I’m called
the boss interviewer of Chicago. I in
terviewed old Conk, and you too—”
“ yes- Well, good-day, good
day. ” . >
“Hold on, old fellow,” said the chap;
“ I want to have just a word with you on
my own hook. Didn’t you hear that fel
low up in the gallery when you made your
Sherman speech, shout ‘ Garfield?’ ”
“I did, I did. Do you mean to say—"
“ Guess I fixed you that time, old man.
I knew it was bound to go that way.
Now, I consider I am the man who saved
the Republican party.”
‘ ‘ My dear, good little fellow, ” said Gar
field, “you deserve the thanks of the Na
tion. I shall give you anew club. Come
down and see me iu Ohio, and I’ll tell you
all at >out the nett Cabinet. Perhaps you’ll
be in it.” -
And the little man went away happy.
Just os the General was boarding the
train, a bottle-nosed politician from the
Seventh Ward plucked him on the coat
tail and shrieked, “ General, General,
one word—only one word. ”
“ What is it, my man?”
“Do you remember when you made
your speech in the convention nominat
ing Sherman that a man in the gallery
shouted “ Garfield?”
The General is not a profane man. He
was once a minister of the gospel, but
he was also at one time of his life a canal
boatman. Early habits of thought and
expression are never completely eradi
cated, and he startled some of his friends
in the car as he threw himself into seat
and exclaimed:
“ Cuss that man in the gallery."
Drinking lee Water.
There is no more doubt that drinking
ice water arrests digestion than there i*
that a refrigerator would arrest perspira
tion. It drives from the stomach its
natural heat, suspends the flow of gastric
juice and shocks and weakens the deli
cate organs with which it comes in con
tact. An able writer on human diseases
says habitual ice-water drinkers are usu
ally very flabby about the region of the
stomach. Thev complain that the food
lies heavy on that patient organ. They
taste their dinner for hours after it is
bolted. They cultivate the use of stimu
lants to aid digestion. If they are intel
ligent they read upon food and what the
physiologist has to say about it—how
long it would take cabbage and pork and
beet and potatoes and other meats and
other esculents to go through the process
of assimilation. TheyToai- at new bread,
hot cakes and fried meat, imagining
these to be the catise of the maladies.
But the ice water goes .down all the
same, and finally friends are called in to
take a farewell look at one whom a mys
terious Providence has called to a clime
where, as far as is kjmwu, ice water is
not used. The numbejj of immortal be
ingß who go hence,'to return no more,
on account of an injudicious use of ice
water can hardly be estimated. — Balti
more Sun.
Formation of Snow.
Snow is formed from vapor, and vapor
is formed by heat; and it has been
calculated that the heat expended in
forming a single pound of vapor would
melt no less than five pounds of east
iron. Nor is this all. Equally great if
not greater is the force necessary to
transform the vapor into snow. Prof.
Tyndall says:
“I have seen the wild stone avalanches
of the Alps, which smoke and thunder
down the declivities with a vehemence
almost sufficient to stun the observer.
I have also seen snowflake* descending
so softly as not to hurt the fragile spangles
of which they are composed; yet to pro
duce, from aqueous vapor, a quantity
which a child could carry of that tender
material, demands an exertion of energy
competent to gather np the shattered
blocks of the largest stone avalanche I
have ever seen, and pitch them to twice
the height from which thev felL”
Make a Beginning.
Remember in all tilings, that, if yon
do not begin, you will never come to an
end. The first weed pulled np in the
garden, the first seed in the ground, the
first shilling put in the saving bank, and
the first mile traveled on a journey, are
all important things; they make a begin
ning and thereby a ho;*', a promise, a
pledge an assurance, that you are m
earnest in what yon have undertaken.
How many a poor, idle, hesitating out
cast is now creeping and crawling on his
wav through the world who might have
held up his head and prospered, if in
stead of putting off his resolutions of in
dustry and amendment, he had only
made a beginning
Prr a man on his honor to pay a debt
and a gambler wifi pay aa promptly as
anybody aia*
Hamilton Journal.
L'MAR * DENNIS, Publishers.
VOL- VIII--NO- 32.
A RIDE FOR LIFE.
It was just at sundown, and Lily Ser
vosse was sitting on the porch at War
rington, watching the sunset glow, when
a horseman came in sight, and rode up
to the gate. After a moment’s scrutiny
of the premises he seemed satisfied, aud
uttered the usual halloo which it is cus
tomary for one to give who desires to
communicate with the household in that
country. Lily rose and advanced to the
steps.
“ Here’s a letter,” said the horseman,
as he held an envelope up to view, and
then, as she started down the steps,
threw it over the gate into the avenue,
and, wheeling his horse, cantered easily
away. Lily picked up the letter. It
was directed in a coarse sprawling hand:
Con. Comeout SebvoSsb;
Warrington.
In the lower, left-hand comer, iu a
more compact and business-like hand,
were written the words, “ Read at once.”
Lily read the superscription carelessly
as she went np the broad avenue.
She went into the house, and, calling
for a light, glanced once more at the
envelope, and then broke the seal. It
read:
Col. Bebyosse : A raid of K. K. has been
ordered to intercept Judge Denton on hia way
home to-night (the 23d inst). It iB understood
that he has telegraphed you to accompany him
home. Do not ao it. If you can by any means
five liim warning. It is a big raid, ana means
usiness. The decree is that he shall be tied,
placed in the middle of the bridge across the
river, planks taken up on each side, so as to
prevent a rescue, and the bridge sot on lire. I
send this warning for vour sake. Do not trust
the telegraph. I shall try to send this by a
safe hand, but tremble lest it should be too
late. I dare not sign my name, but subscribe
myself your Unkxown Fuieni>.
The young girl stood for a moment
paralyzed by horror at the danger which
threatened her father. It did not once
occur to doubt the warning she had
received. She glanced at the timepiece
on the mantel. The hands pointed to 8
o’clock.
“Too late, too late !” she cried, as she
clasped her hands and raised her eyes to
heaven in prayerful agony. She saw
that she could not reach Verdenton in
time to prevent their taking the train,
and she knew it would be useless to tel
egraph afterward. It was evident that
the wires were under the control of the
Klon, and there was no probability that
a message would be delivered if sent in
time to prevent the catastrophe.
“ Oh, my dear, dear papa!” she cried,
as she realized more fully the danger.
“ Oh, God ! can nothing be done to save
him ?”
Then anew thought flashed upon her
mind. She ran to the back porch, and
called sharply but quietly :
“ William ! Oh, William !”
“William,” said Lily, as the stable
boy appeared, “put my saddle on Young
Lollard, and bring him round quick as
possible. ”
“But, Miss Lily, you know dat hoss
—” the servant began to expostulate.
" I know all about him, William.
Don’t wait to talk. Bring him out. ”
“All right, Miss Lily,” he replied,
with a bow and a scrape. But as he
went toward the stable he soliloquized
angrily: “Now, what for Miss Lily
want to ride that partickerler boss, you
s’pose ? Nebber did afore. Nobuddy
but de Kunnel ebber on bis back, an’ be
hab his hands full wid him sometimes.
Dese furrerbred hosses jes de dobble
anyhow 1 Dar’s dat Young Lollard,
now, it’s jest ’bout all a man's life wuth
to rub him down and saddle him. Why
don’t she take the ole un ? Here you,
Lollard, come outen dat.”
He threw open the door of the log sta
ble where the horse had his quarters, as
he spoke, and, almost instantly, with a
short, vicious whinner, a powerful, dark
brown horse leaped into the moonlight,
and, with ears laid back upon his Binuous
neck, white teeth bare, and thin, blood
red nostrils distended, rushed toward
the servant, who, with a loud “ Dar now 1
Look at him 1 Whoa! See de ras
cal ! ” retreated quickly behind the door.
The horse rushed once or twice around
the little stable-yard, and then stopped
suddenly beside his keeper, and stretched
out his head tor the bit, quivering in
every limb with that excess of vitality
which only the thoroughbred horse ever
exhibits.
Before the horse was saddled, Lily had
donned her riding habit, put a revolver
in her belt, as she very frequently did
when riding alone, swallowed a hasty
sapper, scratched a short note to her
motner on the envelope of the letter she
had received—which she charged Will
iam at once to carry to hoc—and was
ready to start on a night ride to Qlen
ville.
The brawny groom with difficulty held
the restless horse by the bit; but the
slight girl who stood upon the block,
with pale face and set teeth, gathered
the reins in her hand, leaped fearlessly
into the saddle, found the stirrup, and
said, “ Let him go! ” without a quiver in
her voice. The horse stood upright, and
pawed the air for a moment with his
feet, gave a few mighty leaps to make
sure of his liberty and then, stretching
out his neck, bounded forward in a race
which would require all the mettle of
his endless line of noble sires.
As she was borne like an arrow down
the avenue, and turned into the Glen
ville road, Lily heard the whistle of the
train as it left the depot at Verdenfcon,
and knew that upon her coolness and
resolution alone depended the life of her
father.
It was, perhaps, well for the accom
plishment of her purpose that, for some
time after setting out on her perilous
journey, Lily Servosse had enough to do
to maintain her seat and guide and con
trol her horse.
She had always made it a rule to visit
his stall every day, so that, although she
had never ridden him, the horse was
familiar with her person and voice. It
was well for her that this was the case,
for, as he dashed away with the speed
of the wind, she felt how powerless she
was to restrain him by means of the bit.
Nor did she attempt it. Merely feeling
his mcmth, and keeping her eyes on the
road before him, in order that no sud
den start to the right or left should take
her by surprise, she coolly kept her seat
and tried to soothe him by her voice.
With head outstretched, and sinewy
neck strained to its utmost, he flew over
the ground in a wild, mad race with the
evening wind, as it saemed.
The night was growing chilly by this
tame. As the wind struck her at the
hill-top she remembered that slio had
llirown a hooded waterproof about her
before starting. She stopped her horse
and taking off her hat guthered her long
hair into a mass, and thrust it into tlse
hood, which she drew over her head,
and pressed her hat down over it. Then
she gathered the mins, and they went
on that long, steady stride which marks
the high-bred horse when lie gets thor
oughly down to his work.
Once or twice she drew rein to deter
mine which rood to take. Sometimes
her road lay through the forest and slie
w£s startled by the cry of the owl; anon
it was through the reedy bottom land,
and the half-wild hogs, starting from
their lairs, gave her an instant fright.
The moon east, strange shadows around
her, but still she pushed on, with this
one only thought in her mind, that her
father’s life was at stake, and she alone
could save him. She had written to her
mother to go back to Verdenton and
telegraph to her father; but she put no
hope in that. How she trombled, as she
passed each fork in the rough and ill
marked country road, lest she should
take the right hand when Hhe ought to
turn to the left, and so lose precious,
priceless moments. How her heart beat
with joy when slio came upon any re
membered landmark 1 And all the time
her mind was full of tumultuous prayer.
Sometimes it bubbled over her lips in
tender, disjointed accents.
“ Father 1 papa, dear, dear papa 1 ”
she cried out to the bright still night
that lay around ; and then the tears
burst over the quivering lids and ran
down the fair cheeks in torrents. She
pressed her hand to her heart as she
fancied that a gleam of redder light shot
athwart the northern sky, and slie
thought of a terrible bonfire that would
rage and glow above the northern hori
zon if she failed to bring a timely warn
ing of the danger. How her heart
throbbed with thankfulness as she gal
loped through an avenue of giaut. oaks
at u crossroads where she remembered
stopping with her father one day 1 He
had told her it was half way from Glon
ville to Warrington. He had watered
their horses there ; and she remembered
every word of pleasant badinage he had
addressed to her as they rode home.
Had one ever before so dear, so tender
a parent? The tears came again, but
she drove them back with a half-invol
untary laugh. “Not now, not now,”
she said. “ No', nor at all. They shall
not come at all; for I will save him.
Oh, God, help me ! I am but a weak
girl. Why did’ the letter come so late?
But I will save him ! Help me, Heaven !
Guide and help! ”
She glanced at her watch as she
passed from under the shade of tho
oaks, and, as she held the dial up to tho
moonlight, gave a scream of joy. It
was just past the stroke of 9, She had
still an hour, aud half the distance had
been accomplished in half that time.
Still on and on the bravejhorse bore
her with untiring limb. Half the re
maining distance is now consumed, and
she comes to a place where the roads
fork, not once, but into four branches.
It is in the midst of a level old field,
covered with a thick growth of scrubby
pines. Through the masses of thick
green are white lanes which stretch
nway in every direction, with no visible
difference save in the density or fre
quency of the shadows which full across
them. She tries to think which of the
many intersecting paths leads to her
destination. She tries this and then
that for a few steps, consults the stars
to determine in what direction Glcn
ville lies, and has almost decided on the
first to the right, when she hears a
sound which turns the blood to ice in
her veins.
A shrill whistle sounds to the left—
once, twice, thrice—and then it is an
swered from the road right in front
There are two others. Oh, God !if she
but knew which road to take I She
knew well enough the meaning of those
signals. She had heard them before.
The masked cavaliers are closing in upon
her ; and, as if frozen to stone, she sits
on her horse in the clear moonlight, and
cannot choose.
She iH not tliinking of herself. It is
not for herself that she fears ; but there
has come over her a horrible numbing
sensation that she is lost, for she does
not know which road leads to those. Bhe
seeks to save ; and at the same time
there comes the certain conviction that
to err would be fatal. There are but two
roads now to choose between, since she
has heard the fateful signals from the
left and front; but how much depends
upon that choice I “It must be this,”
she says to herself; and, as she says it,
the sickening conviction comes : “No,
no; it’s the other 1” She hears hoof
strikes up the road in front, on that to
her left, and now, too, on that which
turns sheer to the right. From one to
the other the whistle sounds—sharp,
short signals. Her heart sinks within
her. She ha* halted at the very rendez
vous of the enemy. They are all around
her. To attempt to ride down either
road is to invite destruction.
Bhe awoke from her stupor when the
first horseman came in sight, and
thanked God for her dark horse and
colorless habit. Bho urged Young Lol
lard among the dense scrub pines which
grew between the two roads from which
she knew she must choose, turned his
head backward toward the place of in
tersection, drew her revolver, leaned
over upon his neck, and peered through
the overhanging branches. Bhe path’ll
her horse’s head and whispered to him
softly to keep him still.
Hardly had she placed herself in hill
ing before the open space around the
intersecting roads was alive with dis
guised horsemen. She could catch
glimpses of their figures as she gazed
through the clustering pines. Three
men came into the road that ran along
to the right of where she stood. They
were hardly five steps from where she
lay, panting but determined, on the
faithful horse which moved not a muscle.
Once he had neighed before they came
so near; but there wei* so many
horses neighing and snuffing that no
one noticed it. Bhe rememoered a little
flask that Maggie had put into her pock
et. It was whisky. She put up her re
volver, drew out the flask, opened it,
poured some in her band, and, leaning
forward, rubbed it on the horse’s nose.
He did not offer to neigh again.
Considerable confusion arose (among
the gathering riders, who had some dif-
“ DUM SPIRO, BPERO.”
HAMILTON, GA-> AUGUST 5, 1880.
lerenoe of opinion) and ®Uy, with lirr
revolver ready cocked ii her hsml,
turned, and cautiously made her way to
the road which had been indicated by
their talk as the one that led to Glen
ville. Just as her horse stopped into the
piith, an overhanging limb caught her
hat. and pullnCit off, together with the
hood of her waterproof, so that her hair
fell down aguMs on her shoulders. She
hardly noticed*the fact in her excite
ment' and if she had oonld not have
stopped to repair tire accident, Hhe
kept her horse on the shady aide, walk
ing upon the grass as mnch as possible
to prevent attracting attention, watch
ing on all sides for any scattered mem
bers of the Klun. She had proceeded
thus about 150 yards, when she came to
a turn in the read, and saw sitting be
fore her in the moonlight one of tho
disguised horsemen, evidently a sentry,
who had been stationed there to see
that no one came upon the camp unex
pectedly. He was facing the other way,
but just at that moment turned, and,
seeing her indistinctly in the shadow,
cried out at once:
“ Who's there ? Halt!”
They were not twenty yards apart,
Lollard trembled with excitement under
the tightly-drawn rein. Lily thought of
her father, half prayerfully, lialf-fierccly,
1 lowed closely over her horse’s neck, ami
braced herself in the saddle, with every
muscle as tense as those of n tiger before
liis leap. Almost before the words were
out of the sentry’s mouth she gave
Young Lollard the spur, and shot like
an arrow into the bright moonlight,
straight toward the black muffled horse
man.
“ My God I” he cried, amazed nt the
sudden apparition
She was close upon him in an instant.
There was a shot; his startled horse
sprung aside, and Lily, urging Young
Lollard to his utmost speed, was flying
down the road to Glenville. She heard
an uproar behind—shouts and one or
two shots. On, on she sped. She
knew now every foot of the road l*e
yond. She looked back, and saw her
pursuers swarming out of the wood into
the moonlight. Juit then she was in
shadow. A mile, two miles, were
passed. She drew in her horse to listen ;
there was the noise of a horse’s hoofs
coming down a lull she had just de
scended, as her gallant steed bore her,
with almost undiminished stride, up the
opposite slope. She laughed, even in
her terrible excitement, at the very
thought that any one should attempt to
overtake her.
“They’ll have fleet ateed* that follow,” quoth
yountf Lochinvar,
she hummed, as she patted Young Lol
lard’s outstretched neck. She turned
when she reached the summit, her long
hair streaming backward in tmoon
light like a golden banner, anu saw the
solitary horseman on the opposite slope;
then turned and passed over tlie hill.
The Slave Trade In Egypt.
Notwithstanding tlio laws, treaties and
decrees for the suppression of the slave
trade in Egypt, and even the activity
displayed by the Egyptian Government
for its extinction, dispatches recently re
ceived at the Department of State from
our Consul General at Cairo would seem
to prove that the inhuman traffic, al
though not. carried on as openly, is plied
aa energetically as formerly. The slave
trade is carried on by the Aral) caravans
which, while nominally trading in legiti
mate merchandise between Egypt and
Darfour, in Central Africa, run tho slaves
into up)>er Egypt to the city of Assffiut.
generally, on tin; Nile, about 230 miles
above Cairo, where the Lybian range ol
mountains run nearly down to the river.
The slavers secrete tho slaves in the an
cient grottoes and tombs in these mount
ains mi til they are disposed of and
distributed throughout the country.
The activity of a young Swiss attached
to the American Mission at Assiout re
cently resulted in the seizure and manu
mission of 68 slaves and the incarceration
of 35 Arabs, charged with being Slavs
dealers. Through the representation ol
the British Consul General at Cairo—
there being a treaty lor the suppression
of the slave trade between Egypt and
England—three hundred soldiers were
dispatcli to Assiont, the caravan sur
rounded and the seizure above noted ef
fected. Although it was well understood
that this caravan had brought more than
1,000 slaves into the country, the most
rigid search failed to discover more than
68, the remainder having been disposed
of and safely distributed before the ar
rival of the soldiers. Of the 68 persona
manumitted some were seized in their
native country while sleeping in their
tents, others were borne off while tend
ing their sheep and cattle in the fields;
some of the girls were forced away from
tlieir husbands and still others were
originally slaves and sold to the caravan.
—Philadelphia Timet.
Rejected Manuscripts.
Rejected contributors are sometimes
avenged A scotch newspaper, the Orrm
ock Advertiser, ha* ceased to exist, after
a life of seventy-eight years. This pajier
will be remembered for one thing only:
it rejected Campbell’s poem of Honenun
den, on the ground that it was “not up
to the mark. ” Campbell himself thought
lightly of the poem, it is said, until he
was assured by Sir Walter Scott that it
was one of the finest things of the kind
that he ever read Since that time, the
poem has been worn out by the myriads
of school-boys who have spoken it in
public on the stage. Charlotte Bronte’s
great novel met with a similar reception.
“Jane Eyre” was written in the grey old
parsonage under the Yorkshire hills; the
rough notes, sketched hasty in pencil,
were transcribed in a neat hand as legible
a* print, and the manuscript, in its brown
paper wrapper, was sent off from the sta
tion-house at Kleigliley to publisher after
publisher, only to find its way back again,
“returned with thanks,” till the packet,
scored all over with publishers’ names,
and well-nigh worn out by its travels,
found its way into the hands of Messrs.
Bmith A Elder with a stamped envelope
inside for a reply. This story of " Jane
Evre" is, with anthors who cannot find a
publisher, one of the standing sources of
consolation, and it is a very striking in
stance of the loose way in which publish
ers' readers now and then look through
manuscripts that find their way into oth
er hands.
Nevada’s First Nugget.
Nevada’s first nugget was mined with
a butcher’s knife. John Orr started
across tho plains in 1819. The roads
were bud, the weather was worse, nnd ho
was obliged to remain through the winter
at Hult Lake. In April lie resumed his
journey. He had a partner named Nick
Kelly,’ after whom Kelly’s ravine is
named, and in tho company was William
I'rouse, now living in Nurb City, übout
forty miles southeast of Salt Lake.
I’rouse hud worked in mines before gold
was discovered at Coloma, and was a good
prospector. One day the train stopped
on the edge of what is now known as
Gold Canon, near the Carson River, to
let tho animals feed on some bunch grass
found growing near the sage brush.
Prouse, at noontime, took a milk pan,
and going down to the gulch began wash
ing dirt, in a few minutes getting color
to the value of a few cento. Orr then
named the place Gold Canon. _ The train
soon idler restimed travel, going to tho
head of Carson Valley. There they met
a party of seven, who had left tho train
at the sink of tho Humboldt, intending
to go in mlvauoe to California and select
good locations for the remainder of the
party. They had l>een unable to cross
the country, and had boon lost in the
snow in the mountains for four or five
days, unable to find the divide in Hagor
town. A stay in Carson for three weeks
followed, when Orr, Kelly and several
others returned to Gold Canon and re
sumed prospecting. Kelly and Orr wont
up the eauou until a little fork was
reached, when work was begun. The
party had few tools, and Orr had nothing
but a knife. While Kelly was working
he noticed a very narrow place at tho
fork, where tho water barely oovered a
slab of slate rock. Idly he examined it,
and noticed a small crevice near tho
edge, drove the knife into it, breaking
out a piece. The water running over it
washed away the underlaying dirt, nndin
a few minutes he discovered a gold nug
get where tho rock had oovered it. It
was quickly removed, and afterward
found to weigh $8.25. This was tho
Ist of June, 1850, just thirty yearn ago.
Prospecting wns continued, and though
dust was found iu several places through
out the canon, Orr’s was the only nug
get. He still has it in liis possession,
the first ever found in Nevada.
Snag’s Corners.
The officials of a Michigan railroad
now being extended were waited upon
tho other day bv a person from the pine
wood* and sand hills who announced
himself as Mr. Snag, and who wanted to
know if it could l>e possible that the pro
posed line was not to oome any nearer
than three miles to the hamlet named in
his honor.
“Is Snag’s Corners a placo of much im
portance?" asked tho president.
“Is it? Well, I should say it was. We
made over a ton of ntuple sugar last
spring.”
“Does business flourish there?”
“Flourish! Why business is on the
gallop then* every minute in the whole
twenty-four hours. We had tliree falsa
alarms of fire there in one week. How’s
that for a town which is to bo left three
miles off your railroad?”
Being asked to give the names of the
business houses, he scratched his head
for a while, and then replied:
“Well, there’s mo to start on. I run
a big store, own eight yokes of oxen, and
shall soon have a dam and a saw mill.
Then there’s a blacksmith shop, a jxmt
office, a doctor, and lost week over half a
dozen patent-rjgbt men passed through
her*. In one brief year we’ve increased
from a squatter and two dogs to our
present standing, and we’ll have a lawyer
there before long. ”
“I'm afraid wo won’t be able to come
any- dearer the Corners than the present
survey,” finally remarked the president.
“You won’t! It can’t bo possible that
Sou mean to skip a growing place like
nag’s Corners! 1 '
“I think we’ll have to.”
“Wouldn’t come if I’d clear you out c
place in the store for a ticket office?"
“I don’t see how we could. ”
“May bo rdsubscribes2s,” continued
the delegate.
“No, we couldn’t change.”
“Can’t do it nohow?”
“No.”
“Very well,” said Mr. Snag, as he put
on his hat. “If this 'ere railroad thinks
it can stunt or cripple Hnag's Corners by
fearing it out in the cold, it lias made a
tig mistake. Before I leave town to
day I’m going to buy a wind mill and a
nrelodeon, and your old locomotives may
t tot and bo banged sir—toot aud be
tangedl” —Detroit Free Prett.
A Remarkable Swan.
Visitors to Pine Grove Cemetery, at
Milford, Mass., are much surprised to
see a swan standing on a grave near a
child’s rocking-horse. The swan utters
a shriek if any one attempts to approach
the grave. Borne years ago the mate to
the swan died, and soon after the rock
ing-horse was placed on the newly-made
grave, when the surviving swan irmnedi
diately stationed himself as protector
over the horse. If the father of the little
Ixry that is buried there approaches, the
swan makes no outcry, but no one else
is allowed to approach bhe spot. Recently
the horse was taken away and painted,
and while it was absent the swan took no
notice of the grave, hut passed its time
on the pond or in tho house, but when
the horse was replao&d the swan took
np its position by its side, thus showing
that it was the rocking-horse and not the
grave that was the object of its vigil. Tt
Si rumored that the trustees ordered the
horse removed, but the owner of the lot
refused to comply with the command be
cause his son hail requested that it.
should 1)0 placed above his grave.
Hickory- nut Cake. —One cupful of
sugar, one-half cupful of butter, one-half
cupful of sweet milk, two cupfuls of
flour and one and one-half teaspoonfuls
of baking-powder, well mixed, one large
cupful of walnut meats, one large cup
ful of raisins, whites of four eggs, yelks
of three eggs; beat butter and sugar to
a cream, add the yelks of tho eggs well
)>eaten, then the flour and milk ; flour
the meats and raisins (stoned ) and stir
them in ; lastly, the whites of the eggs
beaten to a stiff' froth. Bake in pans to
slice or cut in blocks. When baked,
make a frosting, mixing in one-half cup
ful walnut meats, and poor over.
i. L. DENNIS, Editor.
SI.OO a Year.
Roofed Country Roads.
To n largo extent in the South and
Southwest the highways are of two dis
tinct sorts in local parlauoo, turnpikes
ami mud mads.
The former title covers the main State
reads, niton constructed with great care
aud cost, aud usually macadamized. The
latter includes the great majority of
country roads ; and for nine months or
more every year the name is exactly de
scriptive of their character. They are
emphatically mud mails, and the mud is
deep and tenacious.
I’lank roads are sometimes tried where
lumlier is cheap; hut they rest under tho
disadvantage of ticing expensive, ‘and
they are neither durable nor easily kept
in repair. Accordingly mud roads pre
dominate, and communities possessing
them are little given to social or com
mercial intercourse with their neighbors
save during the brief periods when the
mud is. dry and the wheeling possibly
good.
An exoeption to this rule apiiears in
Hosier Parish, Ixiuisiaiia, where an at
tempt has been made to keep an import
ant earth road dry and usable by the
novel device of ri siting it, so os to keep
off tho rain. The first stretch of oovered
road on this plan runs from Red Chute
Bridge, Louisians, four miles across Red
River bottom, near Shrieveport. The
idea originated with Judge 1. D. Wat
kins of Shrieveport, and, as is the usual
fate of now iilcns; it aroused no little
ridicule. Judge Watkins was not a man
to lie laughed down. Obtaining a State
ohartor for liis enterprise he liegau to
build tho road. His opponents com
plained that he was obstructing the
parish road, and attempted to stop the
work; but ample and lawful room having
been given for the parish niad their op
position came to nothing. It is now four
years since the work was begun, and Mr.
John S. Williams, of Shrieveport, who
hus been connected with the enterprise
from the beginning, informs us that the
mail is a complete success. At tho time
of his writing, while the uncovered roads
were axle deep in some places with stiff
mud, tho shed road was firm and dry.
In building tho rood, tho bed, 18 feet
wide, was thrown np just enough to keep
out the surface water ; ami over it was
put a roof of plank five-eights inch thick,
the planks being 12 inches wide and 20
feet long. Cypress from the neighboring
swamp is used for posLs, and roughly
sawed timber for frame work. By means
of an ingenious platform mounted on a
common two-liorso wagon and supporting
a light framework, four men easily put
up 20 sections, of twenty feet each, a day.
The cost of the rood was shout $0,509
a mile, with lumber at $1 a hundred feet,
labor $1 a day, posts 12J cents each,
earthwork 20 cents a euliio yard, and
uuils 5 cents a pound. The advantages
of the road arise from' its cheapness,
as compared with any other stylo of roan
possible there, its durability and its un
varying servioenhleness. The native clay
soil, when kept dry, makes a better road
than either wood or stone, and the mad
is easily kept in repair. Tho wagons tin
not touch the woodwork, ami the roof
will last fivo times as long as planks laid
upon the damp earth. Though the sides
are not enclosed tho rain does not drive
iu enough to make the roads muddy,
much less wash it. In short the practical
test of the road, on the score ol
cheapness and efficiency, has lieon
so satisfactory that the ridicule aud
opposition it first awakened have been
overcome, and other roods on tho same
plan ore about to be oonstr l, eted.—
Maienii/lo American.
New and Stale Bread.
The nature of the difference between
new and stale bread is far from being
known. It is only lately that tho cele
brated French chemist, Bonssingault,
instituted an inquiry into it, from which
it results that the difference is not tbs
(rmsequence of desiccation, but solely oi
tine cooling of the bread, if we take
fresh bread into the cellar or in any
place whore it cannot dry, the inner part
of the loaf, it is true, is found to lie
crumby, but the crust ha* become soft
and is no longer brittle. If stale bread
is taken back into tho oven again it as
sumes all the qualities of fresh baked
bread, although in the hot oven it must
undoubtedly have lost part of its mois
ture. M. Bonssingault has made a fresh
loaf of bread the subject of minute in
vestigation, and the result* ore anything
but uninteresting. New bread, in it*
smallest parts, is so soft, clammy, flexible
and glutinous, (in consequence of the
starch during tho process of fermenting
and baking being changed into mucilagin
ous dextrine ) that by mastication it i>
with greater difficulty separated and
reduced to smaller pieces, and in it*
smallest parts is loss under the influence
of the saliva and digestive juices. It
consequently forms itself into hard halls
by careless and hasty mastication and
deglutition, becomes coated over by
saliva and slime, and in this state enters
the stomach. The gastric juice, being
unable to penetrate such hard masses,
and being scarcely able even to act upon
the surface of them, they frequently re
main in the stomach unchanged, and,
like foreign bodies, irritate and incom
mode it, inducing every species of suffer
ing—oppression of the stomach, pain in
the chest, disturbed circulation of ths
blood, congestions and pains in the head,
irritation of the brain, and inflammation,
aix/pleptio attacks, aramp and delirium.
77/e MiUnr.
A Home Thrust.
William Cullen Bryant, when chal
lenged once to fight a duel, contrived to
fasten the charge of cowardice on “ the
other fellow ” very neatly, and with little
trouble. His reply having been incor
rectly reported in the notices of his
death, Ins son-in-law, Parke Godwin,
publishes the facte a follows :
Mr. Bryant was challenged by a Dr.
Holland, now deceased, on account of
some offensive words that had appeared
in tho Meaning Pott, but, remembering
that Dr. Holland had been previously
challenged by William Leggett without
taking any notice of the challenge, he
replied to this effect:
“My Dear Sib: I am not familiar
with the code of the duelist, but I be
lieve that, according to its provisions, no
one has a right to send a challenge to
fight a duel so long as an unanswered
challenge hangs over his head. ”
Then the matter was dropped.
WAIFS AND WHIMS.
A otw has no feet yet it can kick.
Strong cheese is rank, but hatred U
rancor.
Bukfax.o mnlottos are called Buff fel
lows.
A nkiiitm are is tho only animal that
has a dreamy eye.
A bride may not like fish, but she will
not go back on hcr-ring.
A man must be a hardened sinner
when he “lies” at the point of death.
They say it is only the female bee
that stiugs. Oh, pins! thy name is wo.
man.
He was a nmurd orphan bor—
lie did not own h e^nt—
But still wliunu’or itu tore his clothes,
He’d gather in runt
—Salim Sunbeam.
The Rochester Democrat, under the
heading of “Local Matters,” places
“ Different Views of Hell.”
Now sav that a Scotchman can’t make
a joke. The Magistrates of Aberdeen
have solemnly given it as their opinion
that it is unlawful to take spirits out of
an empty cask.
In all guns of great calibre you find a
great bore. In a man of small culiliru
you find a small lioro. Conclusion—A
man of small calibre may easily pass for
a great gun.
I‘KOKEoscft —“What is the fundamental
condition of existence?” Student—
“ Time.” Professor— “llow do you ex
plain that?” Student—“ Very easily.
How etui a person exist if ho hasn’t time
for it?”
A Missouri girl dressed up us a lioy
and went out as a farm hand, and they
never found her out until she carelessly
let them see that she could thread a
needle without pricking every finger and
swearing like a deputy sheriff.
A drunken jour shoemaker was look
ing through a tobacco house in Rich
mond, Va., when he fell into a pile of
plug tobacco and dislocated his arm.
He immediately applied for a pension on
tho grounds tliat he was a solo jour in
tho navy.
"Mr. Ford hus an abominable gait;
don't you think so?” “No, indeed; I
think it is quite handsome, especially
since it was painted.” “Excuse me, hut
you don’t understand me—l alluded to
liis carriage. ” “Why, la mo! he lias no
carriagejne rides iu the hoes oars. ”
At a theater in Dublin a gentleman
requested a wan in front of liiw to Hit
down, adding sarcastically, “I supjioso
you are aware, sir, that you are opaque.”
“ I shall sit down when it suits me, was
the response, “anil if you want to handle
my name, mind, it's not O’l’ako at all,
but O’Brien. ”
Baxi) the mistress of a Marseilles cigar
shop to a young Bohemia journalist:
“This is tho sixth t.iiuo you have been
here without saying a word aboiil the
money you owo me, monsieur! What
am I to understand by it?" “All,
madam,” said tho clever journalist,
“when one boos you, one forgets every
thing!”
A Hopeful Case: Patient—“Then,
according to you, doctor, in order to live
at all, 1 must give up all that makes life
worth living?'' Doctor—“l’m afraid se
at least for a few years. ” Patient—“ Pe
rhaps you’d recommend mo to marry?”
Doctor (a confirmed bachelor)— “Oil, no!
dome, my dear follow, it’s hot quite so
bad as all that, you know!”
Young men should never lose presence
of mind in a trying situation. When
yon take tho girl you love to a picnic, mid
you wander away together to commune
with nature, and she suddenly exclaims,
“Oh, George, there’s au ant down my
back!" don't stand still with your moutii
open; don’t faint; don’t go for tho girl's
mother; go for tho ant.
“Ykh,” said a witness, “I remember
tho defendant's mother crying on the oc
casion referred to. Bho was weeping
witli her loft oye—the only one she has
—and tho tears were running down her
right check.” “What!” exclaimed the
judge, “how could that, he?” “Please
your honor,” said tho witness, “she was
awfully oross-oyed. ”
Two French women were passengers
on one of tho local trains between Vir
ginia City and Carson. They'hud with
them, in a big tin ciqso, a parrot that
annoyed every one with its constant
squalling and gabble. Observing tho
unfriendly glances that were bestowed
upon the bird, one of the women pullod
down a cloth cover that was on tin* top
of the cage. When the extinguisher
was dapped upon the bird and it found
itself in the dark, it growled out, “That's
smart.” Tho bird kept quiet for a few
minutes, then yelled in it* shrillest tones:
"Look out, Baroli, lie's going to kiss
yout” Tho conductor, who Imppoued to
lie in tho car, said: “That parrot must
l)e an old traveler on railroads. He
seems to think we are passing through a
tunnel.”
I)r. J. Lawbenob Hmitji, of Louis
ville, Ky., lias made a personal invostiga
tion of tile great meteorite which fell in
Kmmitt County in 1879, having visited
the spot for the occasion. The external
appearance was that of a mass, rough
and luiottod like mulberry calculi, with
rounded protuberances projecting , from
the surface. The larger portions were of
Eay oolor, with a green mineral irrcgu
rly disseminated through it. The total
weight of the portions found amounted
to 807 pounds. The ston.v part of this
meteorite consisted essentially of bronzite
and olivine, the three essential constitu
ents being silica, ferrous oxides and
magnesia. An analysis showed that in
composition the meteorite contained
nothing that was peculiar. Its ixwition,
however, among meteorites is unique on
account of the phenomena accompanying
its fall, esjxHually the great depth to
which it penetrated beneath the surface,
and also because of its physical charac
ters and the manner of association of its
mineral constituents.
A man was sawing wood in a hack
yard He severed two sticks as thick as
your wrist and then went into the house.
“ Mary,” said he to his wife, “my coun
try needs me; there’s no use of talking;
we’ve just got to slaughter all these
Injuns; no true patriot can be expected
to hang around a woodpile these days. ”
"John,” said his wife, “if you fight
Injuns us well as you saw wood and sup
port your family, it would take one hun
dred and eighteen like you to capture
one squaw, and you’d have to catch her
when she had the ague and throw pepper
in her eyes.” John went back to the
woodpile wondering who told his wife all
about him.
“Good, kind-hearted soul that she
was,” said Job Shuttle as he mused on
the excellencies of his better-half, long
since passed away. “If I don’t meet
that woman in heaven, I hope I shall
miss her in the other place, that's all?”
Lime has never been found in a native
state; it is always united to an acid, as
to the carbonic in chalk. By subjecting
chalk or limestone to a red heat it is freed
from the acid, and the lime is left- in a
state of purity.