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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.