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NOTICE TO CONTRA! TOHS.
WILL be let, to the lowest bidder, before the
Court House door in Jefferson, on Satur
day, the 21st of June, 1879, the contract for build
ing the bridge across the Oconee river, known as
King's bridge, according to-the following specifi
cations : Said bridge to be built just above the
present old bridge, and built on a level with road
on the Jefferson side of river, with 12 feet road
way, with one fifty feet swinging span and two
qians extending from each arch under swinging
fpan to each bank of the river ; supposed length
of end spans, 30 feet each ; the arches under swing
ing span to be built on mud-sills 30 feet long, and
placed as near each bank as the extension of fifty
feet will allow; uprights to arches to be 12 by 12
inches, well braced with timber 8 by 10 inches,
extending from and out on mud-sills to with 12
inches cap-sills ; upright in centre 8 by S inches ;
cap-sills to be 12 by 14 inches, morticed half
through so as to tit on top of tenants on uprights;
king post 10 by 10 inches ; raftersß by 10 inches;
5 sleepers to swinging span 10 by 12 inches, said
span to he well bolted with iron holts and sweed
iron t inch thick and 3 inches wide to hold the
same; 5 sleepers each to end spans Gby 12 inches;
flooring 14 feet in length and 2 inches thick, well
spiked down with 5 inch stringers; banisters,
fastened bo uprights, made of 3 inch scantling, 3
feet high and S feet apart, morticed through and
keyed on under side of flooring plank ; planked
<m inside with inch plank; four inch strips over
lop all sleepers, to lap well on cap-sills. Timbers
to he all heart, and sawed, except mud-sills and
sleepers to swinging span, the latter, if hewn, to
lie well and smoothly done. All work to he done
in a workmanlike manner, as the work and all
timbers will he inspected before being placed in
the water, so that the bridge may be received
when completed. Persons bidding oil said con
tract will he required to give bond, with good se
curity, in amount equal to the amount of bid, im
mediately after the letting.
Full and complete specifications can be seen at
my office. may 21 11. \Y. BELL, Ord’y.
NOTICE TO CONTRACTORS.
SEALED bids for the building of a Court House
in the town of Jefferson, Jackson county. Ua.,
will be received until 11 o’clock A. M., on Tues
day. the first da}’ of July, 1879.
Full and complete drawings, plan and specifica
tions can be seen at the Ordinary’s office, in Jef
ferson.
The right is reserved to reject any and all bids,
and no bid will be considered unless there is ac
companying it a legally executed bond, with good
security for the sum of eight tlLOUsand dollars,
conditioned for the faithful performance of the
work. Said building is to be completed by the
first day of .January, 1880, and no payment to be
made until the building is finished, and the writ
ten certificate of the architect, W. W. Thomas,
Esq., lias been procured, stating that the building
has been built according to the spirit of the con
tract. may3o 11. W. BELL, Ord’y.
QIIOKUIA, .laekson County.
Whereas, It. J. Parks represents to the Court,
in his petition duly filed, that he has fully admin
istered the estate o£G. W. Shambly, late of said
county, deceased, and applies for Letters of Dis
mission from said estate —
This is to cite all concerned, kindred and cred
itors, to show cause, if any they can, on the first
Monday in August, 1879, at the regular term of
the Court of Ordinary of said county, why Letters
of Dismission should not be granted the applicant.
I iiven under my official siguaturc, this May 7th,
1*79. 11. W. BELL, Ord’y.
| Jackson County.
Whereas. J. S. W. and T. N. McDaniel. Ad
ministrators of William McDaniel, late of said
county, deceased, applies to me for leave to sell
tlie land belonging to the estate of said deceased —
1 his is to cite all persons concerned, kindred
mid creditors, to show cause, if any they can, at
the regular term of the Court of Ordinary of said
comity, on the first Monday in July, 1879, why
the leave prayed for should not be granted the
applicants.
Liven under my official signature, May 26th.
may3o 11. W. BELL, Ord’y.
Q.KOKGIA, Jackson County.
'd liereas, R. R. Wallis applies for Letters of
Administration upon the estate of \N . Osborn,
Ja, e of said county, deceased —
Thi s is to cite all persons concerned, kindred
and creditors, to show cause, if any, on the first
Monday in July, 1579, at the regular term of the
t ourt of Ordinary of said county, why said letters
should not be granted the applicant.
I 'iven under my hand officially, this June 3d,
june6 11. W. BELL, Ord’y.
| |bOKiil A, Jackson County.
liereas, It appearing to the Court that the es
tate ot F. M. Whitmire, late of said county, de
ceased, is without a representative and not likely
to be represented—
. * his is, therefore, to cite all persons concerned,
kindred and creditors, that administration ot siyid
estate will he vested in the Clerk of the Superior
I ourt, at the July term, 1579, of the Court of Or
dinary of said county, unless some valid objec
hons is made to his appointment.
Liven under my hand, officially, this June 3d,
lß ™v jimeO • 11. W. BELL, Ordy.
Notice.
is hereby given that at the August
i Term, 1579, of Jackson Superior Court. 1
■■'hai! seek to have removed the disabilities iiu-
D ls ed upon me by the granting of a divorce to
Aanev E. Gordon, whose relation to me as wife
dissolved at the August Term, 1876, ol said
Superior Court.
JAS. 11. GORDON, Applicant.
J - B. SILMAN, Att’y. rnay3o-God
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SELECT MISCELLANY.
A SECOND TRIAL.
BY SARAH WINTER KELLOGG.
It was commencement at G college.
The people were pouring into the church as
I entered it, rather tardy. Finding the choice
seats in the centre of the audience-room al
ready taken, I pressed forward, looking to
the right and to the left for a vacancy. On
the very front row of seats 1 found one.
Here a liitle girl moved along to make
room for me, looking into ray face with large
gray eyes, whose brightness was softened by
very long lashes, ller face was open and
fresh as a newly blown rose before sunrise.
A ptlin HIHI IIJ* 111 .1 JL lUUUU 111 J VJ UW Vtan..g
the rose-like face, and each time the gray eyes
moved, half smiling, to meet mine. Evidently
the child was ready to “ make up” with me.
And when, with a bright smile, she returned
my dropped handkerchief, and I said,“ Thank
you !” we seemed fairly introduced. Other
persons, now coming into the seat, crowded
me quite close up against the little girl, so that
we soon felt very well acquainted.
“ There’s going to be a great crowd,” she
said to me.
“ Yes,” I replied ; “ people always like to
see how school boys are made into men.”
Her face beamed with pleasure and pride
as she said :
“My brother’s going to graduate; lie’s
going to speak. I’ve brought these flowers
to throw to him.”
They were not greenhouse favorites; just
old-fashioned domestic flowers, such as we
associate with the dear grandmothers ; “ but,”
I thought, “they will seem sweet and beauti
ful to him for little sister’s sake.”
“That is my brother,” she went on, point
ing with her nosegay.
“ The one with the light hair ?” I asked.
“Oh no,” she said, smiling and shaking
her head in innocent reproof; “not that home
ly one, with red hair; that handsome one
with brown wavy hair. Ills eyes look brown,
too; but they are not —they are dark blue.
There ! lie’s got his hand up to liis head now.
You sec him, don’t you?”
In an eager way she looked from me to
him, and from him to me, as if some im
portant fate depended upon my identifying
her brother.
“I see him,” I said, “lie's averj r good
looding brother.”
“ Yes, he is beautiful,” she said, with artless
delight; “and he's so good, and he studies
so hard. He has taken care of me ever since
mamma died. Here is his name on the pro
gramme. He is not the valedictorian, but lie
has an honor, for all that.”
I saw in the little creature’s familiarity
with these techical college terms that she had
closely identified herself with her brother’s
studies, hopes and successes.
“ He thought at first,” she continued, “that
he would write on the 4 Romance of Monastic
Life.’ ”
What a strage sound these long words had,
whispered from her childish lips ! ller in
terest in her brother’s work had stamped
them on the child’s memory, and to her they
were ordinary things.
“ But then,” she went on, “ he decided that
he would rather writeon ‘ Historical Parallels,’
and lie's got a real good oration, and he says
it beautifully. He has said it to me a great
many times. I most know it by heart. Oh !
it begins so pretty and so grand. This is
the way it begins,” she added, encouraged by
the interest she must have seen in my face:
“ Amid the permutations and combinations
of the actors and the forces which make up
the great kaleidoscope of history, we often
find that a turn of Destiny’s hand ’”
“ Why, bless the baby !” I thought, looking
down into her bright, proud face. I can’t
describe how ver}' odd and selfish it did seem
to have those sonorous words rolling out of
the smiling iufantile mouth.
The band, striking up, put an end to the
quotation and to the confidences.
As the exercises progressed, and appraoch
cd nearer and nearer the effort on which all
her interest was concentrated, my little friend
became excited and restless. Her eyes grew
larger, brighter, two deep-red spots glowed
on her checks. She touched-up the flowers,
manifestly making the offering ready for the
shrine.
“ Now, it's his turn,” she said, turning to
me a face in which pride and delight and
anxiety seemed about equally mingled. But
when the overture was played through, and
his name was called, the child seemed, in her
eagerness, to forget me and all the earth
beside him. She rose to her feet and leaned
forward for a better view of her beloved, as
he mounted to the speaker’s stand. I knew
by her deep breathing that her heart was
throbbing in her throat. I knew, too, by the
wav her brother came up the steps and to the
front, that he was trembling. The hands
hung limp; his face was pallid, and the lips
blue as with cold. I felt anxious. Thechild,
too, seemed to discern that things were not
well with him. Something like fear showed
in her face.
lie made an automatic bow. Then a be
wildered, struggling look came into his face,
JEFFERSON, JACKSON COUNTY, GA., FRIDAY. JUNE 20,1879.
then a helpless look, and then he stood staring
vacantly, like a somnambulist, at the waiting
audience. The moments of painful suspense
went by, and still he stood as if struck dumb.
I saw how it was; he had been seized with
stage-fright.
Alasl little sister! She turned large,
dismayed eyes upon me. “ He’s forgotten it,”
she said. Then a swift change came into her
face ; a strong, determined look ; and on the
funeral-like silence of the room broke the
sweet, brave, child-voice:
“ 4 Amid the permutations and combina
tions of the actors and the forces which make
up the great kaleidoscope of history, we often
find that a turn of Destiny’s hand ’”
JilUjuuil j .... t ,1 lrvoL-ad-
The breathless silence; the sweet, childish
face ; the long, unchildlike words, produced
a weird effect.
But the help had come too late ; the un
happy brother was already staggering in
humiliation from the stage. The band quick
ly struck up, and waves of lively music were
rolled out to coyer the defeat.
I gave the little sister a glance in which I
meant to show the intense sympathy I felt;
but she did not see me. Her eyes, swim
ming with tears, were on her brother’s face,
I put my arm around her. She was too
absorbed to heed my caress, and before I
could appreciate her purpose, she was on her
way to the shame-stricken young man sitting
with a face like a statue’s.
When lie saw her by his side, the set face
relaxed, and a quick mist into his eyes. The
young men got closer together, to make room
for her. She sat down beside him, laid her
flowers on his knee, and slipped her hand
in his.
I could not keep my eyes from her sweet,
pitying face. I saw her whisper to him, lie
bending a little to catch her words. Later,
I found out that she was asking him if he
knew his 44 piece” now, and that be answered
yes.
When the young man next on the list had
spoken, and while the band was playing, the
child, to the brother's great surprise, made
her way up the stage steps, and pressed
through the throng of professors and trustees
and distinguished visitors, up to the college
president.
“If you please,” she said with a courtesy,
“ will you and the trustees let my brother try
again? lie knows his piece now.”
For a moment, the president stared at her
through his gold-bowed spectacles, and then,
appreciating the child’s petition, lie smiled
on her, and went down and spoke to the
young man who had failed.
So it happened that when the band had
again ceased playing, it was briefly announced
that Mr. would now deliver his
oration—“ Historical Parallels.”
“ 4 Amid the permutations and combinations
of the actors and the forces which make up
the great kaleidoscope of history* ’ ”
This the little sister whispered to him as he
rose to answer the summons.
A ripple of heightened and expectant in
terest passed over the audience, and thon all
sat stone-still, as though fearing to breathe
lest tlit speaker might again take fright.
No danger! The hero in the youth was
aroused. He went at his “ piece” with a set
purpose to conquer, to redeem himself, and
to bring the smile back into the child’s tear,
stained face. I watched the face during the
speaking. The wide eyes, the parted lips,
the whole rapt being said that the breathless
audience was forgotten, that her spirit was
moving with his.
And when the address was ended with the
ardent abandon of one catches enthusiasm
in the realization that he is lighting down a
wrong judgment and conquering a sympathy,
the effect was really thrilling. That dignified
audience broke into rapturous applause ; bou
quets intended fur the valedictorian rained
like a tempest. And the child who had
helped to save the day—that one beaming
little face, in its pride and gladness, is some
thing to be forever remembered.— St. Nicholas.
Homes of Fast Horses.
Negro Boys Riding a SIOO,OOO Flyer Out to
Drive the Cows — Bird's-Eye Vieiv of Ken
tucky Stock Farms , Where Many Famous
Race Horses Were Raised—Ten Broeck,
Longfellow and Other Good Ones.
Kentucky is a rich State, with a rich cen
tre in this neighborhood. The pride of Ken
tuckians is in their blooded horses. The nur
series of the horses are in the Blue Grass re
gion, comprising the counties of Fayette,
Woodford, Scott, Bourbon, Clarke and Mont
gomery. From here the Belmonts, Astors,
Lorillards, Jeromes, Witherses and others
have purchased youngsters whoso turf careers
have made their names familiar to New York
ers, and famous throughout the world. With
in the last few years also the attention of the
great breeders of trotters in the East has
been drawn toward this section from the in
terest taken in the comparatively new fields
of raising trotters. The Bonners, Vander
bilts, Alleys, Bachmans, Knapps, and other
gentlemen, owners of fast roadsters, have
stood under the great shade trees of these
prolific farms watching the action and pick
ing out promising colts and fillies. Here the
four year old Maud S. is said to have trotted
in the marvelous fast time for her age of
2: 171.
This region lies nearly one hundred miles
in an easterly direction from Louisville, on
the Louisville, Cincinnati and Short Line
Railroad. • -
Lexington is a hub from which the pikes
(as roads are called here,) run out in the man
ner of spokes, widening as they spread into
the country. The pikes are covered with
white dust from Kentucky limestone. Be
tween these lines of white lie fields of emer
ald green and rich groves of trees. The land
is rolling, and in places hilly. The north
and south branches of the Elkhorn and other
rippling streams wind through the countjy in
fantastic bends, occasionally in the form of
horse shoes.
The principal stock farms can be readily
distinguished by their white dwellings, barns,
walls and fences. The views are beautiful
in all directions. In front, overlooked by
the massive statue of Clay, lies Ashland.—
Just beyound is Forest Park, owned bv Dr.
Ueer, whore, Marnbrino King, said to be the
most symmetrical stallion in Kentucky, is
browsing. Beyond is the rich grazing farm
of Col. E. F. Clay, where little Alderne3”'s are
reported to grow into large animals. Under
our feet, to the left, is the old Warfield farm,
where the great Lexington was born, whose
long distance record stood at the heUd of the
list for nineteen years. Directly across the
pike is Fairlawn. owned by Mr. W. T. With
ers. The young trotters recently sent to the
Sandwich Islands were sel cted from this
place. Up the pike, to the left, McGrathiana
looms up, with its stately mansion on a hill.
Under the hill, in a modest stable, Tom
Bowling and the great horse Aristides are
stamping. Up the pike, three miles to the
right, is the superbly appointed North Elk
horil farm of Mr. M. 11. Sandford. A long
line of winners have tossed their hoofs under
bis trees. Across on the Russell pike, near
the cave where Cassius M. Clay and Sam
Brown met in the memorable and bloody fight,
is Dixiana. farm, owned by bluff and hearty
Major B. G. Thomas. Fellowcraft, (the first
horse to beat Lexington’s four mile record).
Lelaps, Ilimyer and his young brother, Ben
Hinder, with other well known horses, range
his park. The most exhilarating thing about
the place is the Major's twenty-six-year-old
Kentucky whisky. Adjoining Major Thom
as’ place is the Pcnistan farm, where a large
fortune was speedily squandered in the horse
business.
Thirteen miles out on the old Frankfort
pike is the Harper farm, the scene of two
bloody tragedies and the home of the great
est race horse in the world, Ten Broeck, who
has reduced the four mile record to 7 :
Longfellow is his stable companion. Mr. J.
11. Alexander's Woodburn farm, four times
larger than Central Park, adjoins the Harper
estate. It is the best known stock farm in
the United States, having turned out more
winners than any other. Lexington was at
the head of the stud for many years. Ad
joining Mr. Alexander’s estate is Mr. Daniel
Swigert’s park-like Stockwood farm. Here
Mr. James B. Keene's wonderful colt, Spend
thrift, struck the stride that made him victo
rious as a two-year-old last year, and this
year places him a favorite for the big events.
The Buford farm also adjoins Mr. Alexan
der’s. It was while in litigation for this place
chat Tom Buford wound up a series of trage
dies by killing Judge Elliott, of Frankfort, in
open Court.
Scanning the horizon, we see the outlines
of Bluegrass Bark, the home of Mr. Keene
Richards, the only American who ever visi
ted the deserts of Arabia for the purpose of
procuring Arabian horses in person. Mr.
Richards has expended hundreds of thou
sands of dollars in his love for the horse.—
Branching out fan-like are the establishments
of Mr. J. W. Hunt Reynolds, J. T. Williams,
J. A. Grinstead. Major McDowell, and many
others, reaching all the way to Indian Hill,
where the bluegrass begins, and where the
choice trotting stock of Mr. R. S. Veech, a
Louisville banker, is raised. Each of these
farms would repay a personal visit with in
terest. The stables of every one of them
shelter victors in remarkably hard fought con
tests.
Riding along the Frankfort pike, the oth
er afternoon, we drove into the Harper farm.
The quiet, dwarfted old dwelling of the Har
pers nestles near a grove of large trees about
a mile from the road. The farm contains
579 acres of excellent land, part pasturage
and part woodland. There are only about
forty head of blooded stock on the place.—
Mr. F. B. Harper, the present owner, grew
up in the old home. One Harper was killed
here b}- the guerrillas and two were murdered
in their beds a few years ago. The murder
er used an axe which had been worn down
blunt as a hammer. No one has been open
ly charged with fhe murder, and the mysteri
ous tragedy is still talked about by Ken
tuckians in whispers.
Mr. Harper is a rather kindly-faced far
mer of sixty. He wears spectacles and talks
slowly in a friendly tone. Young Frank
Harper, a nephew, assists in running the
farm. Frank was absent in Louisville with
a string of horses, getting ready fof the Spring
raecs. We had been informed that Cbe fcfld
gentleman was very reticent, and wefe, there
fore, agreeably surprised when we found hittf
willing to talk about bis famous horses.
: Leading the way to the weather-beaten and
dilapidated stable a few rods in front of the
house, Mr. Harper directed Harry Hurley, a
frizzled, sun-dried old negro, with a face like
a spliink, to bring out the horses. The ne
gro walked under a narrow shed that extend
ed along in front of the barn doors without
saying a word, disappearing through a stable
door. He soon re-appeared, leading Long
fellow by the halter.
While the handsome stallion was prancing
around, Mr. Harper looked on with a beam
of satisfaction lighting his face. “There is
one of the only two horses in America that
ever ran a mile in 1 :40. The other one is
in there. He ran it in 1 :89f,” he said.
Longfellow is in a splendid physical con
dition, but he will never run again on the
turf. All Mr. Harper's colts and fillies are
by Longfellow.
“ Longfellow was old Uncle Joe’s fiet, but
Ten Broeck was always mine,” said Mr. Har
per.
After admiring the horse a few minutes
longer, Mr. Harper said : “They want Long
fellow to go to Tennessee next year to Gen.
Harding’s ; but if lie goes be won’t be mine ;
they’ll have to buy him.”
This was said in a manner that indicated
a prinqply price. He then turned to the Af
rican sphinx, saying: “That’ll do, Harry;
take him back now and bring out the
horse.”
Harry whirled around silently as an aiu
*omaton, and led Longfellow back to his box.
Entering an adjoining stall, he soon returned,
leading Ten Broeck.
The king of the race horses is now seven
years old. As he came bounding into the
sunlight, his bright bay coat shone like satin.
Ilis eyes were full of fire. He raised the
sphinx from his feet every time lie threw his
arched neck in the air.
Mr. Harper looked at the horse with pride ;
then stepping to the writer’s side, he said :
“There’s a horse that lias made the fastest
six races ever run m this country.”
After allowing time to admire the horse,
Mr. Harper continued :
“My uncle wanted to ruin Ten Broeck
when he was a youngster, but I saw pints
about him that convinced me he would turn
out a great horse. So I fairly begged him
not to spoil him, and lie finally consented.”
“ Was lie a large colt ?”
“ No. Any one that saw him then would
not have given sls for him. lie was a little
runt, and used to feed with the suckling
calves. Even as a two*3*ear-old, he was so
small that l was ashamed of him.”
“You take good care of him now, I sup
pose ?”
44 Nothing extra. The boj*s often ride him
after the cows, and go to the post office on
liis back. My neighbors curse me for allow
ing it, but the boys do as they are a mind to
with him.”
Here Weslev James, a good-natured } T oung
darkey, the trainer of Ten Broeck, who stood
back of Mr. Harper, grinned from car to
ear.
“ When Ten Broeck was a two-year-old,”
continued Mr. Harper, “ he was beaten in his
first race by Bill Bruce, at Lexington, in 1874.
After that race I still asserted that he was
the best horse I ever laid my hands on ; bet
ter than Longfellow.”
After gazing at the horse intently again,
Mr. Harper said : “He began to spread out
and improve after that race. llis joints de
veloped. There is something peculiar about
his formation. You see he stands over six
teen hands one inch high. Well, he is ex
actly the same length from his hips to his
breast, A painter of race horses says he is
the only horse he ever saw whose shoulders
are longer than his head. The}' arc usually
of the same length.”
“ What condition is the horse iu now ?”
“He is just as good as ever he was, and
could run fast as ever this Fall. ll is lungs
are as strong and his legs stronger. He can
run now without any training, The horse
has never yet shown what he can really do.
1 believe if I had run him one mile further the
day he beat Ad three miles, he would have
made the four miles in 7 :10 or 7:12. The
boy had to hold him so that his fingers were
cramped to such an extent that he could not
ungerth the saddle after the race. He can
change his feet, move his head and swing
from side to side quicker than an}’ horse 1
ever saw, thus relieving the strain on his mus
cles without losing time. And so says Ben.
Bruce. Mr. Bruce declares that there is no
horse in the world like him.”
“Wouldjon sell the horse, Mr. Harper ?”
** \\ ell, some Lnglish Duke may come along
some day and get him.”
A recent visitor is said to have asked Mr.
Harper, “Will you sell Ten Broeck ?”
“ Yes, for my price,” he answered.
“ What is your price ?”
“One hundred thousand dollars.”
“ Rather high.”
“ 1 may as well own a good horse as any
body,” was Mr. Harpers reply.— Lexington
Letter to New York Sun.
S TERMS, $1.50 PER ANNUM*
} SI.OO For Six Months,
A Murderer’s Trip.
t’KOSStSG THE NIAGARA RIVER OV A SINGLE'
#IIIE TO ESCAPE THE OFFICERS.
A disprttcfy from Medina, X. V. Y fs *<*
follows i
*• Asa UfofflgliCo'tl, fcfo kilfect Covert Ban
croft in this place on May 14, and who was
arrested in Canada on Wednedav. performed,
in effecting his escape into Canada, one t f(
the most perilous feats (fir fccord. Broughton
has a remarkably handsGftrtf Wife. and he was
desperately jealous of Covert Bancroft, a
prominent business man of Medina.- He had
forbidden his wife to speak to Bancroft. On
the day of the murder Broughton went hoWC/
His little boy was eating an apple, and the
father asked the boy where he obtained the
apple, and the child replied that Mr. Bancroft
had been there and had given him the apple.
This led to a quarrel between Broughton and
his wife, and lie drove her from the house.
Later he went to the ipsiderce of Bancroft-,
summoned him to the door, and demanded i>t
know where Mrs. Broughton had gone. A
quarrel ensued, and Bancroft, with the aid of
his hired man. put Broughton <>ff the piazza,
Broughton drew a pistol and shot Bancroft
dead, lie then went home, bade his children
good-bye. and went away,
“ Broughton went to the house of a cousin
in the town of llartland. On the Friday
after the murder the cousin saw the account
of it in a newspaper, lie refused longer to
give shelter to Broughton. The latter Started
at once for the Niagara river. At Lewlstfltt
a suspension bridge formerly spanned the
river. Some of the old wires still extend
across the stream at an elevation of one hun*
dred feet- above it. Broughton, confident thiit
officers were on his track, reached the site of
this old bridge. Fearful that by trying trt
cross the river at Suspension Bridge he would
endanger his safety, he determined to gain
the Canada fcbore by nrean* 4 of the old Wife*,
lie sat on the bank of the river all night
Friday night, and at daybreak on Saturday
began his perilous crossing. Hand over
hand, suspended in air one hundred feet
above the river, lie made his way towards the
opposite shore. The wire swayed to and fro
with his weight. Several times he had to
pull Irimsilf up and clasp his legs and arms
around the wire to rest his hands, which were
badly blistered and cut. When about half
way over. Broughton says he thought be would
lose his hold, so nearly exhausted was he.
By frequent rests, as stated, however, lie
finally completed his precarious journey.
When he landed on the* other shore lie was
unable to proceed further for over an hour.
Officers Fuller and Allen, of Medina, who
were in pursuit of him. arrived on one rivcf
bank as Broughton landed on the other. Hd
went to llagersville, Ontario, where he was
apprehended on Wednesday. He returned to
New York State without making opposition,
lie says he killed Bancroft in self-defense.”
For Husbands.
Don't think when you have won a wife,
that you have also won a slave.
Don't you think that your wife has less
feeling than your sweetheart. Her relation
to you is changed, not her nature.
Don't think that you can dispense with all
the little civilities of life toward her on marry
ing. She appreciates those things quite as
much as other women.
Don’t be gruff and rude at home. Had you
been that sort of a fellow before marriage,
the probabilities are that you would be sewing
on }our own buttons still.
Don’t mal e your wife feel that she is an
incumbrance on you bv giving to her grudg
ingly. What she needs, give as cheerfully
as if it were a pleasure so to.do. ,She will
feel better, and so will you.
Don't meddle in the affairs of the house
under her charge. You have no more right
to he poking your nose into the kitchen, than
she ha 9 to walk into your place of business
and give directions to your employees.
Don't find fault with her extravagance in
ribbons, etc., until you have shut down on
cigars, tobacco, beer, etc.
Don’t leave your wife at home to nurse the
children on tile score of economy, while you
bolt down town at night-, to see the show, or
spend a dollar on billiards.
Don't bolt your supper, and hurry off to
spend evenings, lounging around away from
your wife. Before marriage you couldn't
spend your evenings enough with her.
Don't prowl in the loafing resorts till mid
night, wasting your time in culpable idleness,
leaving your wife lonely at home to brood
over your neglect and her disappointment.
Don t think that board and clothes are suffi
cient for all your wife does for you.
Don’t caress your wife in public and snarl
and growl at her in private.
Don’t wonder that your wife i3 not as
cheerful as she Used to be, when she labors
from early morn till late at night to pander
to the comfort and caprice of a selfish man.
who has not soul enough to appreciate her.
Billings’ Advice to Joe.
By awl means, Joe, get married if you have
a fair show. Don’t stand shivering on the
bank, Inti pitch in and stick yntir head under,
and the sliivei* is over. There ain’t any more
trick in getting married after you’re ready
than there is in eating peanuts. Menny a
man stood shivering on (he shore till the
river all run out. Don’t expect to marry an
angel; them hev all been picked up long ago.
Remember. Joe, you ain’t a saint yourself.
Do not marry for buty exclusively ; buty is
like ice. awful slippery, and thaws dreadful
easy. Don’t marry for lnv neither ; luv is
like a cooking stove, gud for nothing when the
fuel gives out. But let the mixture be some
buty becomingly dressed, with about two
hundred and fifty dollars in her pocket, a gud
speller, handy and neat in her house, plenty
of good sense, a tuff constitution and by-laws,
small feet, a light step ; a<M to this sound
teeth and a warm heart. This mixture will
keep in any climate, and not evaporate. If
the cork happens to be left off for two or three
rninnits, the strength ain’t all gone, Joe.
Don t marry tor pedigree; there ain’t much
in pedigree unless it is tracked by bank
stocks. A family with nothing but pedigree
generally lack sense.
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