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VOLUME V.
The Alphabet ot Age.
,nd life’s rounded curve odr steps are led,
k to the ireelin&M ot its fountain ie&d,
hldhood returns; the weary heart and
b'ain , , - -
p r : n ktbe full draught of loving trust again.
we r no more to urge a baffled qdfeet,
from hour to hour a Father’s grateful guest,
hVe „ g our bread this day, is all our prayer;
lJeßven waits to-morrow, bo it here or there.
j a ti)ege calm hours all harsher memoiies die?
•t as when day takes leave, of earth und
pky
j-jged into beauty, rook and crag and height
r*e their sharp outlines in the mellowing
light.
Zoning is passed, with all its bloom and dew;
\>n, with the glories of its gold and blue;
on the long slope the hues of evening dwell,
pure as the blush ih it warms the tinted shell,
y ienched, and lor ay, let passion’s flame ex
pire ! f ,
! oscs are piled where glowed the banished
Are-
Such as transform, in June’s redundant hour,
r ~ rustic hearthstone to a fairy bower.
Unbinding one by one our lingering ties,
Veiling with reverent hands our watchful
eyes,
wait the coming friend whose boon, we
know,
Excels the rarest gilt that life can show ;
yielding all else when the sweet call shnll be:
"Zacheus, come down! To-day I dine with
thee/’
—F. H. Cooke.
The Stone-Cutter’s Story.
lie was whistling over his work, care
less, from Ion? custom, of the solemn
significance of the letters he was cutting
in the white marble. The J une sun was
nearly at the end of the day’s journey,
sinking slowly to rest upon the bosom of
the broad Atlantic, whose waves washed
the shores of the Jittle seaport town of
Monkton. A .stranger, handsomely
dressed in gray, with large, lustrous
brown eyes, came to the fence that was
around the yard where the stone-cutter
worked, and read the lettering, almost
completed, upon the tombstone:
HIRAM GOLUBY
Aged 35,
LOST AT SEA, JANUARY, 180
The last six was nearly completed. A
strange pallor gathered for a moment
upon the stranger’s face, and then he
drew a long, deep breath and said:
“Is not ten years a Jong time to be
cutting letters on a tombstone, friendP”
“ Eh, sir?”
The 4tone-cutter looked, shaded his
1 yes w'itli his brown hand, as he turned
his lace to the setting sun.
This is 1876,” was the grave reply,
and Hiram Goldby must have been
ton years under the waves.”
“Well, si. - , that’s the question- is he
there?”
“Is lie there? Your stone tell us he
>*• and has been for ten years.”
Yes, sir, it does—so it does. And
Jtt site lias ordered it. She came over
a wee! or so back with a worried look
upon her sweet face, that I have never
n anything but patient in ten long
ears, and she said to me— ‘ you may
uta stone, Davy,’ she Says; ‘and put
■lupin the church-yard, and I don’t
want to sec it. I’ll pay you whatever
JoU choose to ask, Davy,’ she says;
but he's not dead, and don’t want a
■ouibstone.’ 4 Lor, mum;’ says I, 4 he’d
“’■’nod up ail these years if he was not
'fad.' Rut she shook her pretty head,
hie prettiest lever seen, sir, and she
ml: 4 My heart never tola me he was
' fad, Davy, and I’ll never believe it till
heart tells me so.’”
His sweetheart?” questioned the
stranger.
His wife, sir—his loving, faithful
"■■'e, that’s lmd poverty, and loneliness
"dsery her full share, and might
!;;; bettered herself.”
How was that?”
( Mr. Miles, sir, the richest shipowner
hereabouts, lie waited patiently for
"o long years, trying to win her.
* '“n he said that she was free even if
lirani did come back.”
Enoch Arden,” muttered the stran-
?er.
„ but did you say, sir.”
Nothing, nothin*. ’ What answer
l * she make, Mr. Miles?”
h Hiram’s dead,* said she, 4 I’m his
1 utlitul widow while I live. If Hiram’s
Hng, I'm his faithful wife. ’ Maybe
°u are from the city, sir, and have
ml the story of our Pearl?”
M hat story is that?”
M ell, sir, it’s been told many times,
moi ’ e Particularly in the last year, but
?® u re welcome to what I know of it.
:i, ‘rc, that six is done, and I’ll leave the
>ri Pture text till morning. If you’ll
1 me to the gateway and take a seat on
s ' ( ):ne °f the stones I’ll tell you, that is,
“you care to hear it.”
I do care,” was the grave reply ; “ I
Want vu-y much to hear the story.”
-Maybe you’re some kin to the Pearl
11 Monkton— that’s what tkey call Mrs.
h y hereabouts It’s a matter of
■h'ty-ihree years back, sir, that there
1 -"a wreck off Monkton rocks, that you
( >n see from here, sir, now tide's low.
I rue! rocks they are, and many a wreck
they’ve seen, the more the. pity. You
'“e them, sir?”
“I see them.”
Well, sir, this one wreck, thirty
■ hvi o years ago, there was nothing
Washed ashore but a bit of a girl-baby
thr. e or four years old, with a skin like
a iily leaf, and great black eyes. Hiram
Ho.dby found her on the rocks. He
V: as a boy of twelve years, strong and
tali, and he carried the child in liis arms
■'-‘his mother. You may see the cot
tac, sir, the second white one on the
Mdeof the hill.”
‘ I see it.”
*' Well, Hiram took the baby there,
Mrs. Goldby was the same as a
THE FOREST NEWS.
trfothei- to bef ~~a good woman, God bless
he** soul—the widow (joidbsL tf
‘‘ls she dead, thenP”
'* Aye* sir, six years agone. The baby
I was telling you of, tii, talked tL foreign
lingo, and was dressed in rich ciothds,
W a t must have cost a power of money.
But would Hiram or the widow
sell them, putting them ttp carefully in
case the child was ever looked for. 3h*
was that pretty, sir, and that dainty,
that everybody called her Pearl, though
she was not like our girls, but afraid, al
ways deadly afraid of the sea. I have
seen her clench her mite of a hand and
strike at it, for she had a bit of temper
in her, though nothing to harm.
When Hiram made his first voyage,
for they were all seafaring men here
abouts, and there was nothing for a lad
to do but ship, the Pearl was just a
little washed out lily, fretting until he
came home again. And it was so when
ever he went, for they were sweethearts
from the first time he nestled her baby
face on his breast, when he picked her
up from the wreck. She was sixteen
when they were married, as near as we
could guess; Hiram was a man of
twenty-four. She prayed him to stay
home then, and he staid a year, but he
fretted for the sea, and he went again,
thinking, I s’pose, that his wife would
get used to it, as all wives hereabout
must do. But she never did—never. It
was just pitiable to see her go about,
white as a corpse, when Hiram went
away, never looking at the sea without
a shudder like a death chill. All through
the war it was just awful, for Hiram
enlisted on board a man-o’-war, and
Pearl was just a shadow when he came
home the last time.”
“ After the war ?”
“Yes, sir; but he made no money >f
any account, and so he went again, after
staying at home a long spell. Well, he
never came back. ’Twasn’t no manner
of use a-teiling Pearl he was lost; she’d
just shake her pretty head and say:
‘ He’ll come back.’ Not a mite of mourn
ing would she wear, even after his own
mother gave him up and put on black;
for, sir, it stands to reason lie’s dead
years ago.”
“ It looks so.”
“Of course it does; nobody else
doubts it but Mrs. Goldby. Old Mrs.
Goldby’s last word3 were: 4 I’m going
to meet Hiram,’ and they say the dying
know. But even then that didn’t make
Pearl think so. She wore mourning for
her who had been the only mother she
knowed of, but no weeds. Weeds was
lor widows, she said, and she wasn’t a
widow.”
“But the stone?”
“Well, sir, I’m coming to that. A
year ago, sir, a fine gentleman from
France came here hunting for a child
lost on this coast. He’d heard of Pearl
by happen-chances, if there is such, and
cme here. When he saw the clothes,
he just fainted like a woman.”
44 She was related, then?”
The stranger’s voice was husky, but
the sea air was growing chill.
“ Her father, sir.”
“ He took her away?”
“He tried to. He told her of a splen
did home he had in New York, for he’d
followed his wife and child, sir, to a
city they had never reached. He was
rich and lonely. He begged his child to
go, but she would not. 4 Hiram will
come here for me,’ she said, and he will
find me where he left me.”
“On what has she lived?”
“Sewing, sir, mostly. The cottage
was old Mrs. Goldby’s and, bless you,
Pearl did not cat much more than a bird
and her dresses cost next to nothing.
But there’s no denying she was very
poor—very, and jet the grand house and
big fortune never tempted her. So her
father came on and on to see her, until
April. And he died, sir, and left our
Pearl all his fortune and the grand house
in New York. But she’ll not go, sir,
she’ll die here waiting for Hiram, who’ll
never come.”
The stranger lifted his face that had
been half hidden in his hand and said:
“ There was a shipwreck in the Pacific
ocean, Davy, years and years ago, and
one man only was saved —saved, Davy,
by savages, who made him a slave, the
worst of slaves! But one day this sailor
saved the life of the chiefs daughter,
who was in the coils of a huge snake,
and the chief released him. More than
that, he gave him choice spices and
woods, and sent him aboard the first
passing ship. So the sailor landed in.a
great city, sold his presents and put the
gold in safekeeping. Then he traveled
till he reached the seaport town where
he was born, and coming there at sunset
heard the story of his life from the lips
of a man cutting his tombstone.”
Not a word spoke Davy. Standing
erect lie seized an immense sledge ham
mer, and with powerful blows from
strong, uplifted arms, dashed the marble
into fragments. Then, panting with
exertion, he held out his brawny band
to the stranger—a stranger no longer.
“I’ve done no better work in my life
than I’ve done in the last five minutes,
Hiram. Go home, man, and make
Pearl’s heart glad. She don't need it,
Hiram—she don’t need it. You asked me
about the stone. The neighbors drove
her to ordering it, twitted her that now
she was rich, she grudged the stone to
her husband's memory. So she told
me to cut it, but says: 4 Don t put dead
upon it, Davy—put lost at sea; for
Hiram’s lost, but he’ll be found and
com# back to me.’ She never looked
at it, Hiram, never. And ttiere’snot an
hour, nor hasn’t been for ten years,
that she hasn’t been looking for you to
come back. Go to her, man, and the
Ix>rd’s blessing be upon both of you.”
So, grasping the hard, brown hand,
Hiram Goldby took the path to the lit
tle white cottage in which he bad been
born forty-five years before. The sun
JEFFERSON. GA., FRIDAY. MARCH 19, 1880.
had set and the darkness Wi^fathering,
but a little gleam of light streamed froixi
the window of his cottage. He drew
near so/tfy, and standing on the seat of
the porch, looked the half curtain
*nto the neat, but poor sittifig-foOffl.
It was hot the grand house, Pearl’s
heritage in New York, hut Pearl her
self was there. A slender Wotoany
wi*h a pale, sweet face, and black hair
smoothly banded and gathered into rich
brails at the back of her shapely head.
Her dress was a plain dark one, with
white ruffles, cuffs, and an apron.
She had been sewing, but her work
was put aside, and presently she came
to the open window and drew aside the
curtain. She did not see the tall figure
drawn closely against the wall in the
nan-ow porch; but her dark eyes looked
mournfully toward the sea, glimmering
in the half light.
“My darling!” she whispered, “are
you dead, and has your spirit come to
take mine where we shall part no
more?”
Only the wash of the waves below
inswered her. Sighing softly, she said:
“Is my darling coming? I feel him so
near to me, I could almost grasp him.”
She stretched out her arms over the
low r window-sill, and a low voice an
swered her: 44 Pearl! Pearl! ”
The arms that had so long grasped
only empty air were filled then, as
Hiram stood under the low window.
“Do not move, love,” she whispered,
pressing her soft lips to his; “ I always
wake when you move ”
44 But now,” he said, 44 you are already
awake. See, Pearl, your trust was
heaven-given. It is myself, your fond,
true husband, little one, who will never
leave you again.”
“It is true! You have come!” she
cried at last, bursting into a torrent of
happy tears. 44 1 knew you were not
dead. You could not be dead and my
heart not tell me.”
It was long before they could thick
of anything but the happiness of reunion
after the many years of separation, but
at last, drawing Pearl closer, Hiram
whispered: “ I walked from J , love,
and am enormously hungry.”
And Pearl’s merry laugh chased the
last shadows from her happy face, and
she bustled about the room preparing
supper.
“Supper for two!” she cried, glee
fully.
The grand house in New York is ten
anted by its owner, and Hiram gees to
sea no more; but in the summer time
two happy people come for a quiet month
to the little white cottage at Monkton,
and have always to listen to Davy’s tale
of the evening when he was cutting
Hiram Goldby’s tombstone, and ended
by smashing it into atoms.
44 For,” in the invariable ending of the
tale, 44 Pearl was right and we were
wrong, all of us; for Hiram Goldby was
lost at sea, sure enough, but he was not
dead, and he came to her faithful l#ve,
as she always said he would.”
Albanian Brigands.
A writer in Blackwood's Magazine
says: The other day a native of Del vino
district was traveling, and came upon a
man asleep under a tree, and immedi
ately recognized him as the leader of a
well-known band of brigands. On look
ing around and finding that he was not
observed he cut off the brigand’s head.
Two nephews of the murdered brigand
have now come to live in Del vino, and
every one knows the object of their
visit. They will stop there for years
until their vengeance is satisfied. Some
times the man sought for goes to live in
the island of Corfu, thinking in that
manner to escape; but he is generally
followed, and suffers the penalty. While
I was stopping at Corfu, the body of a
Mussulman Albanian was found just
outside the town with his head cut off;
and from this fact it was believed that
he had been followed to the death. It is
a horrible and ghastly practice; and as
I sat in my quarters at Delvino, and
looked from my window on the lovely
scenery of mountain and valley, river
and forest, the houses surrounded with
olive, orange and pomegranate and
myrtle trees scattered on either side of
the steep hills and extending for two
miles along the valley, with here and
there a minaret, and then a Christian
churck—l felt a shudder at the thought
that, notwithstanding this peaceful
scene, each house probably contained a
murderer. With all this, the Albanians
have a certain sense of chivalry. They
assured me that a stranger might travel
with perfect safety from end to end of
Albania with a sack full of gold, pro
vided he was accompanied by any
female companion; and I have heard
this confirmed from other parts of the
countx-y- An English lady of my
acquaintance was traveling to join her
husband in Northern Albania. She was
accompanied by only two zapieehs, or
policemen. She had stopped in the
middle of the day to rest under a tree,
when a fine-looking man, armed to the
teeth, suddenly appeared and entei'ed
into convei*sation. He was shortly
joined by many others, and she found
that she was in the hands of a large
; band of brigands; but they showed her
every couitesy, and conducted her
safely on her way. These same men
would have i*obbed a man of every
thing he had, and would probably have
i made him pay a ransom besides.
It is estimated that the increased cost
of l-ailroad building at pi'esent, as com
pared with a year ago, is $3,000 per
mile.
'Bhirty-loor years of constantly-increasing
use have established a reputation for Dr.
Bull’s Cough Syrup second to no similar pre
paration. It relieves instantly aud cures all
coughs, colds, etc.
The Claims of Two Women.
A letter from Washington says: The
Senate cdfftfiintee on pensions has re
jected the application for an increase of
pension made by Dr. Mary E. Walker,
one of the curiosities of Washington, a
slim, tfnder-nized, short-haired, sober
faced woman, who wanders about the
corridors of the capitol wearing the dress
of a man. This woman sought, at Chat
tanooga, in 1804, the position of assist
ant surgeon, but a board of medical offi
cers, after examination, reported that
her knowledge ofmeoicine and surgery
was very little, if any, more than that
of the ordinary housewife, and assigned
her to duty as hospital nurse. The
Union officers allow ed her to wander
outside of the lines and to be taken
prisoner, an arrangement having been
made that she should act as a spy while
in the hands of the enemy. She was
gone about four months, and upon her
return the war department allowed her
SBO per month lor her services. She
was then employed a few months in the
female prisoners’ hospital at Louisville,
receiving SIOO per month. She then
claimed that insufficient food and ex
posure while she had been a prisoner
had effected her eyesight. Upom this
ground she was allowed a pension of
$8.50 per month, which she now re
ceives, although the examining surgeon
expressed some doubt as to whether the
weakness of the applicant’s eyes was
caused by exposure, or was the usual
accompaniment of advancing age.
Another woman who has been very
persistent in asking for compensation
for services rendered during the war is
Eliza Howard Powers, of Paterson, N.
J., who was |very active fr*m 1861 to
1864 in caring for sick and wounded
soldiers, and collecting ancl forwarding
hospital supplies and money for their
relief. For these reasons she was given
a clerkship in the dead-letter office,
which she held for seven years and was
then discharged. Her petition for com
pensation for work done during the war
has been rejected by several committees.
It was again introduced last April, and
the Senate committee on claims has
made another adverse report. The com
mittee finds that the services of the pe
titioner were patriotic and laudable,
but such as many thousands of women
performed, as very few have demanded
pay for, and as the government has not
recognized as jus uiyiug a demand upon
the treasury.
The Khedive’s Present to rfrs. Fitch.
News of the present whereabouts of
the magnificent diamond necklace which
was presented by the Khedive of Egypt
to Mrs. Fitch, daughter of General
Sherman, seems to have been obtained
from a diamond merchant by the Cin
cinnati Enquirer. It will we remem
bered that this necklace was deemed
worth $200,000, and Congress remitted
the duties, $20,000, for the non-payment
of which it was long detained in the
New York custom house. “After this,”
says the informant, “ the necklace was
sent to Washington and, with General
Sherman’s sword, deposited in the Uni
ted States treasury lor safe keeping.
Upon further inquiry Lieutenant Fitch
ascertained that the yeaidy taxes on the
diamonds in St. Louis county, where he
then i*esided, would be much more than
his salary, and lie once more found them
an elephant on his hands. His father
in-law, General Sherman, took pity on
the boy and returned the necklace,
witli thanks, to the donor in Egypt.
Upon receiving them the khedive wrote
to the general saying that it was not iiis
desire that the diamonds should be
given to any one member of his family,
and, having learned that he had four
daughtei's, it was his wish tli n that the
diamonds should be mounted in sets and
divided equally between them. These
daughtei’s are Mrs. Fitch, nee Minnie
Sherman, Ella Sherman, Lizzie Sher
man and Rachel Shei-man. The neck
lace was then returned to the Sherman
family and mounted in four magnificent
pendants, four pair of splendid soli
taire earrings and eight rings. These
four ladies are now the happy possessors
of lour complete suits of diamonds, the
value of each suit being at least $75,-
000.”
Words of Wisdom.
Pleasure comes through toil and not
by self-indulgence or indolence.
When one is fagged, hungry and de
pressed, the worst seems most prob
able.
Find earth where gi'ows ro weed, and
you may find a heart where no errors
gl’OW.
One who is contented with what he
hits done will never oecorae famous for
what he will do.
Drunkenness places man as much be
low the level of the brate as reason
elevates him above them.
Nothing is so wholesome, nothing does
so much for people’s looks, as a little
interchange of the small coin of benevo
lence.
The powers of the mind, when they
are unbound and expanded by the sun
shine of felicity, more frequently luxu
riate into follies than blossom into
goodness.
Wealth may minister to the best part
of man, but onlv minister —not master.
When it usurps the thi*one and becomes
monarch, it is of all things most pitiful
and abject.
No language can express the power,
beauty, heroism and majesty of a
mother’s love It shrinks not when
men cower, and grows stronger where
man faints, and over the wastes of
worldly fortune sends the radiance
its quenchless fidelity like a star in
heaven.
CURRENT NOTES.
The Hartford Times tells a singular
story, which is vouched for by a mem *
ber of the legislature. It relates to a
dream by Mrs. Martha P. Graves, of
South Killingly, an old lady who has
been deaf for the past thirty years. One
night recently she dreamed that her
hearing was wholly restored. In the
morning she related her dream to the
members of her family. One night
about a week afterward when she re
tired, she was as deaf as usual, but the
following morning her affliction was
gone, and since then she has had no dif
ficulty in hearing—a whisper even be
ing distinctly audible. It is related by
her friends that she has always been a
firm believer in dreams.
According to the Montana Herald
comparatively few buffaloes have ranged
the past summer north of the interna
tional boundary. Forts Walsh and Mac
ieod have for some years past been im
portant centers for the collection of buf
falo robes, the market value of which to
the Indian hunter may be estimated at
$2 each. In 1877 some 30,000 robes
were gathered at Fort Macleod and a
large number at Fort Walsh. In 1878
the number was 12,797 at the former
and 16,897 at the latter place, while this
year only 5,764 have come in at Fort
Macleod and8,277 at Fort Walsh. This
steady decrease in the number of buffalo
slain by the Indians and half-breeds of
the Northwest affords a ready explana
tion of the suffering among them.
It seems that within a year or two
Cleveland was the happy possessor of a
woman who gave away about $50,000.
She at last came to the end of her funds,
and continuing her extravagance, she
bought right and left, but omitted the
little formality of payment, so she now
finds herself in jail in that ungrateful
city. She explains that she is a victim
ofopium, and that she was not responsi
ble for her acts. She takes two ounces
a day, which doctors say ought to kill
her, but she, it seems, can neither die
nor be cured. The Detroit Free Press
thinks that if she were to take passage
on a slow ship bound out on a six
months’ voyage to some port where
opium could not be obtained, she would
perhaps find that when she got back to
this country she would be either killed
or cured.
A Presbyterian clergyman, of Phila
delphia, protests against “-Pagan lam
entations” at Christian funerals and the
“too common custom” on the part of
ministers to exaggerated praises of the
dead. “ A really good man does not
want to be praised at his funeral,” and
clergymen unconsciously eulogize. They
begin, like Antony at the death of
Caesar, to say that they come to bury
not to praise, and end with extravagant
laudation. And yet there is evidently a
human craving for funeral literature.
A second-hand book dealer in New
York, who is in the habit of making
lueer collections, recently got together
*2,700 different funeral sermons, and
then began to fear he had made a bad
speculation. But to his great satisfac
tion he sold in a short time SI,OOO
worth of funeral sermons.
It was an unfortunate circumstance
that a judge of a New York police court
felt obliged to discharge Mr. Richard
Meehan, who had been going through
the filial and graceful performance of
beating his poor old gray-haired mother.
He knocked her down, dragged her
about by the hair, and proposed to finish
by braining her with a hatchet. Mrs.
Meehan contrived to escape from her
dutiful son, and in a pitiable condition
to appeal for protection to a policeman.
Two officers then went to the house,
and after a fearful struggle, for Meehan
fought like a wild beast, arrested the
man and locked him up. But the
mother would not appear against her
son when it came to the pinch, and thus
for the millionth time a shameful brute
has escaped deserved chastisement
through the tender lenity of the woman
he has abused.
An elderly gentleman in New York
who for some years has been experi
menting with the juice of the milk
weed, with reference to substituting it
for india rubber, has discovered some
thing which he regards as far more
valuable than the object he was seeking.
He has succeeded in producing a so
lution that converts all fabrics into
water-proof goods. The most delicate
colored silks, broadcloths, kid gloves,
feathers, furs, velvets, ostrich plumes,
when treated to this process, cannot, in
appearance, be distinguished from those
not subjected to it. But floods of water
will run off of pink silk dipped in the
bath two years ago, ostrich feathers do
not have a curl disturbed, and the water
standing on the goods collects in glob
ules like mercury, even as it does on
the leaves of some plants, notably that
of the lotus, which can be found in the
river Rouge, near Detroit. Nor does
the solution fill up the pores of the
cloth. A company with a capital of
$2,000,000 has been established.
There is one man in Nev da who has
never been shot at. His • \ perience is
limited to being stabbed twice, buried
in an avalanche, and kicked into' a
mine-shaft by a mule. His neighbors
say he’ll see something of life if he stays
in Nevada long enough. —Boston Post.
Some of the smallest base-ball to3sers
in the profession get the largest pay.
Therefore v-e may adapt an old aphor
ism to their case: “ Little pitchers have
big salaries.”— Rome Sentinel.
Chinese Lotteries.
There is hardly a town on the Pacific
coast in which Chinese lotteries do not
exist, either as a local affair or as one of
the agencies of large lotteries of the
kind in San Francisco. The tickets are
square slips of paper, on which are
printed eighty letters, these letters beiDg
the last in the Chinese first reader, or
“Gin Chee Cho,” as it is called. These
tickets are for sale at all #f the Chinese
stores, and can be purchased for any
price from ten cents to two dollars, tke
amount of the prize drawn depending
upon the price paid for the ticket.
When the ticket is bought the purchaser
chooses ten letters on it, by marking
them out with a pen. and upon these
ten his chances depend. The drawing
is conducted as follows: Eighty square
slips of paper, each bearing one of the
letters upon the tickets, are pasted by
one corner upon a large board used for
the purpose. After being thus pasted
and found to be correct, they are next
put into a large pan and thoroughly
mixed. From this pan they are trans
ferred to lour porcelain bowls, twenty
in each bowl. Four slips of paper,
marked respectively one,two, three and
four, are next placed in the bowl and
one drawn out. which indicates the
bowl of tickets to be used in the draw
ing. After determining this the twenty
tickets in the bowl indicated are taken
out one by one and repasted upon the
large board, a caller announcing each
letter as it is drawn, and the clerks re
cording it. Out of the twenty letters
drawn, if the holder of a chance is so
fortunate as to have marked off ten
upon his ticket he secures a large prize,
ranging from SI,OOO to $3,000, and even
SIO,OOO, according to the money in
verted in the tickets. The drawings are
made twice a day, and the dealers of the
game, if at all fortunate, make a large
amount of money from it. The chances
are very great in favor of the game, but
seldom over three or four spots being
won upon a ticket, and over seven is a
arity. Under four spots scored the
tickets lose, and over this to as high as
eight the prizes are nominal, varying
from twenty-five cents to fifty dollars.
This species of gambling is very popu
lar among the Chinese, and there is
hardly one but holds tickets for each
drawing.
Taking Advantage ef Leap-Year.
This being leap-year, a young lady on
the west side resolved to avail herself of
the privilege afforded the gentle sex and
ascertain the exact intentions of an ap
parently devoted admirer who has been
sparring around for tw© seasons without
making a direct offer of his somewhat
extensive hand. So the other evening,
as he was holding down one end of the
parlor sofa in his usual reliable manner,
the fair creature at the other extremity
of that useful article of furniture, sud
denly asked if he knew this was leap
year. She didn’t stammer or blush over
the matter either, but viewed her in
tended victim with a sold, piercing
look, while his head dropped like a lilly
in the burning sun and blushes chased
each other across his ample cheek like
rippling wavelets on the calm surface of
Como. Finally lie assented to her
chronological statement in a low voice,
while his heart throbbed wildly and a
heaving shirt-front indicated his emo
tion. “ And if I were to tell you that I
loved you,” she continued, “ you would
believe me?” A slight tremor of his
Piccadilly collar showed that inside of
it he had nodded assent. “Then Ido
say so, my idol,” exclaimed the young
lady in tragic tones, as her off knee hit
the carpet; and she seized his unresist
ing hand and covered it with hers. But
the young man was equal to the occa
sion. Rising to his feet, his beautiful
eyes suffused with teai’9, he exclaimed :
“I can never be your hostler —groom, I
mean. I appreciate your love, and know
that you are good, ami true, and noble.
But I am gay and frivolous—a petted
fashion plate of Wabash avenue. The
humble home that you offer me would
not satisfy my taste. Heaven help me!
We must part ” —and, making a break
for the front hall, he seized his hat, and
was gone. Once free from danger the
unnatural strength that had borne him
gave way and he sank alm#st uncon
scious into the nearest chair.— Chieat/o
Tribune.\
The News That Jack Brought.
Some time ago, in the southern part
of this State, an incident occurred
which will be spoken of upon the occa
sion of every election in that part of the
country. Upon the day of the noted
ev< nt people in all the townships ex
hibited their interest by going early to
the poll's. Two very prominent men in
a certain county were candidates for
sheriff, and their supporters were jo
equally divided that a great concern was
felt. Bets were made, list-fights were
inaugurated, in fact everything was en
gaged in to make the election interest
ing. About ten o’clock the excitement
became so great in one township that a
man was selected to ride over to the
next township to see who was ahead.
The swiftest horse was selected. The
man sprang into the saddle and dashed
away. The rider was intently watched
until out of sight. Then more bets
were made as to which of the candidates
was ahead. More fist engagements
were inaugurated. Finally the man
was seen coming back. He had lost his
hat and his long hair streamed out hori
zontally.
4i Six ahead! Six ahead P’ he shouted,
wnen within hearing of the crowd.
“ Who's six ahead?” demanded sev
eral voices.
“ I'll be dinged if 1 know,” said the
man, checking his hox*se, “ but you may
bet your life that one of them is six
ahead.”— Little Rock ( Ark .) Gazette.
NUMBER 41.
In the Dusk.
Dark among the pines, thou troubled river,
All day long thy restless waters moan;
Through the busy summer fields, unheeded
Faintly over tarm and village blown,
Still thy sorrowful murmur everywhere
Haunts the homes ol men beneath the noon
tide glare.
But when Dight along the misty valley
Steals, and shuts the door oftorge and mill,
Hushing all the stir of toil and traffic,
Then arise the winds that do thy will!
Then, oh river! calling through the hills,
Heard alar, thy voice the darkening silence
thrills!
All day long the heart unblest is sighing;
Toil and thought rebuke its yearning prayer;
Lite needs many things, nor stays lor pity;
But night come 9 at last. Day’s strife and
care
Die forgotten; then, oh heart ot mine,
Have thy way; the silence and the dark are
thine!
MISCELLANEOUS.
Men of many mines—bonanza kings.
— Puck.
Chicago makes $15,000,000 worth of
cloth a year.
The remark of the muddy streets to
the sun —Dry up!— New York News.
A pork packer at Indianapolis has in
vented a machine which will scrape
7,000 hogs a day.
The five barb wire fence factories ol
Joilet, 111., now use an average of 46,-
000 pounds of steel wire per day.
Sunday-schools were first established
in England in 1780, and a grand cen
tenary festival is being organized there.
A Reading kid-glove manufacturer
uses each week 1,200 egg 9 for softening
the leather. All the white of these eggs
is thrown away.
More German emigrants came to the
United States last year than persons ol
any other nationality. They numbered
33,574; Ireland came next with 22,624
individuals.
It is, perhaps, natural to conclude
that Father Time is married, not be
cause he is called father, but because
he is so often taken by the forelock.—
Andrews' Bazar.
Bismarck has 466 decorations. The
other day he put them all on, and pre
sented such a gorgeous appearance
that he was mistaken for an advance
agent of a minstrel show.— Albany
Journal.
Did you ever consider the despotism
of kissing? The men kiss the women
without caring wfiether it is agreeable
or otherwise, and the women kiss the
defenseless babies remorselessly.— los
ton Transcript.
Neighbors are a great convenience,
for some of them always know more
about your business than they know
about their own. Besides they are
handy when you are just out of tea
Gowanda Enterprise.
The supreme court of lowa has de
cided that railroad companies are liable
for the full price of blooded cattle killed
by them. The lower courts have here
tofore held that only the price of com
mon cattle can be recovered.
Joseph Brandt, the famous chief of
the Mohawks, the half-breed savage
who led tiie Six Nations as British
allies in the revolutionary war, is to
have a monument costing $30,000
erected to his memory in Brantford.
Canada, where he died in 1817.
A Female Sharper's Trick.
One of the latest tricks played upon
shopkeepers was successfully performed
at a Cincinnati grocery. A woman en
tered and ordered a pound of the best'
coffee. She carried a jar under her
arm, and when the groceryman was
about to pour the coffee into a paper
bag the customer told him to dump it
into the jar instead. The man did so,
the femaie leaning over the counter and
still holding the jar under her arm,
with the bottom of the jar concealed.
When she had received the coffee the
female put her hand in her pocket and
witk a well-feigned expiession of an
noyance cried : “I do declare, 1 have
left my purse at home! I’ll just set the
jar of coffee down on the counter here
while I run in home and get the
money.” She placed the jar on the
counter and went out, but she failed t >
return, and when the storekeeper picked
up the jar he was surprised to find that
it did not contain any coffee, and that
the bottom liad been knocked out. It
then flashed upon his mind that when
he poured the coffee in the jar it ran
through into a bag concealed by the
female sharper.
The Right of an Officer io Kill.
The Albany Law Journal has the fol
lowing which will be of great import
ance to officers in the discharge of their
duties, especially in the matter of es
caping prisoners. The Journal says:
While defendant (in a case in the Ten
nessee supreme court), a constable,
was conveying to jail a prisoner con
victed of assault and battery and com
mitted to jail, the prisoner attempted
to escape. To prevent the escape, de
fendant, after giving the prisoner notice
to halt, shot and killed him. Held that
the homicide was not justifiable. In
cases where the person slain is arrested
or held in custody for a misdemeanor,
and he fly or attempt to escape, it will
be murder in the officer to kill him, al
though he cannot be otherwise over
taken. Yet under some circumstances
it may be only manslaughter, as if it
appears death was not intended. It is
considered better to allow one guilty
only of a misdemeanor to escape alto
gether than to take his life.