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The Gainesville Eagle
Published Every~THdav Morning
B Y REDWIUf E & HAM
2 ffl , cial or B an or ; Hall, Hanks, Towns,
Uni ,on and Dawson counties, and the city
twelve other counties in Northeast Georgia, and
two counties in Western North Carolina.
editorial eaglets.
The widow Oliver isn’t satisfied.
She wants to try it over again.
It is thought this will be an off
year in fruit, as well as in politics.
“Put your nose and chin in closer
proximity’’ is the latest for “shut
up.”
The “lottery ticket” is the latest
brand of cigars. Only one in a
thousand draws.
Since Blackburn’s great speech of
last week on the army bill, he is
being proposed for vice-president.
The spring style of ladies’ bonnets
is a sort of gopher shell. The la
e<\g°pber 'em, and the men shell.
The new fangled standing collars
au® so high the young men hav3
to put up signs ' on them. “Post no
bills.”
If even the stalwarts don’t admit
that Blackburn lifted Garfield out of
his boots the other day, then they
are hard to satisfy.
The able-bodied tramp is still on
bis pleasure excursion, and his affini
ty for cold scraps and red liquor is
as enduring as the lessons of the
ages.
There are some kind of bees that
can sting twelve hours after they are
dead, and somehow all the dead
bees we ever got hold of were of that
kind.
One of the needs of this country
is a bell bottom contribution box in
which a copper cent will make as
much noise as a twenty dollar gold
piece.
If you want to get a square two
story old fashioned lie, ask the man
you see sneaking home across lots
with a fishing pole and a lunch basket
how many he caught.
A benevolent look does not help
to pay the preacher, and yet how
many men will gaze benevolently
out of a window as the contribution
basket passes down the aisle.
The season of the year is upon us
when the almanac gets in its best
lying. When it says “beautiful
spring weather,” you may unsling
your overcoat, anu order some more
wood.
Balmy spring is not the good,
square, honest, flower-decked see sou
it used to be It can falsify all its
promises of fair weather and lie
with as much regularity as a radical
politician.
The man who can be shut up iu
the room with a crying baby and
wear a pleasant smile all the tim9
may not get to heaven, but he will
be near enough to hear the best of
the music.
Lawyers are not all of them liars,
but most of them can get a small
fact and build on it such a wonder
ful structure of logical deduction,
that the man to whom they are in
debted for the fact doesn’t know it
when he sees it.
If there is anything that surpasses
the wisdom with which a drug clerk
will fix up a dose of rye flour and
rain water, and the sympathetic look
be will give you as though he knew
?ou were not long for this world, we
have never seen it.
In the coming ages some nincom
poop with his hair parted in the
middle will get run over by a torna
do, as he walks along whistling
“Baby Mine,’’ and then, and not tili
then, will the grievances of suffering
millions have been avenged.
One of the agricultural needs of
this country is a breed of billy goats
that will eat old oyster cans. The
ones we have will eat about every
thing else, but there is no glorious
future for a dog’s tail until old cans
can by some means be eliminated
from the face of the earth.
We sincerely sympathize with
Brother Grubb, in the loss ot his
splendid paper, the Darien Timber
Gazette , by lire, last week. It is
needless to say that we trust he will
soon recuperate aud get his paper on
foot again. Grubb is indomitable
and will rise if anybody cau. The
Gazette was one of our best exchanges
and we shall miss it.
A Green street man has invented
a sofa with a patent lifting attach
ment that slings the young man
clear through a bow window exactly
as the clock strikes nine. Just previous
to the fatal moment, the dear damsel
moves into a chair and awaits devel
opments. When the old machine
humps herself and the youth alights
among the rose bushes on the out
side, she smilingly appears on the
steps with his hat and cane, and
wants to know what he is hurrying off
in that style for. The old man is also
inventing a kind of front gate attach
ment that will kick a boy in the
short ribs whenever he hangs on it,
find tries to bite a girl’s ear.
The Gainesville Eagle
YOL. X 11.
A Coup d’Etat.
V little seeds by Blow degree
Put forth their leaves and flowers unheard
Our love had grown into a tree,
And bloomed with a single word.
I haply hit on six o’clock,
The hour her father came from town;
I gave his own peculiar knock,
And waited slyly, like a clown.
The door was open. There she stood,
Lifting her mouth’s delicious brim,
How could I waste a thing so good?
I took the kiss she meant for him.
A moment on an awful brink—
Deep breath, a frown, a smile, a tear,
And then, “0, Robert, don’t you think
That that was rather—cavalier?”
A STRANGE HOMICIDE.
A few days ago some workmen en
gaged in removing an old mansion
on the corner of California and"
. 011 streets were considerably puz
zlee and, finding a number of copper
wires connecting the bath room above.
The owners of the property were
equally puzzled, having never known
of their existence. The wires were
removed and nothing more thought
of the matter. This recalls to my
mind an incident which many will
now remember:
On the 14th of July, 1862, a Pro
fessor Croftly was found dead in the
bathroom I have just mentioned.
Croftly was well known among scien
tific men as a professor of chemistry
and, besides had a large circle of ac
quaintances in this city. He was
supposed at the time to have com
mitted suicide, and his death furnish
ed a three day’s sensation for the
press, l'he accounts in four leading
papers materially conflicted, which
made the matter all the more inter
estmg to t 1 1 oublic. All agreed, how
ever, wit a singular Unanimity of
opinion, that lie was dead. Even the
Call, while not positively admitting
his demise in the article, virtually
concede it in the head lines.
Croftly, when found, was lying in
the bath, covered with wounds of so
curious a nature tuat no one could
explain how they came to be inflict
ed. They were deep, ragged, and
gaping, and there was no instrument
found in the room with which they
might have been made. Even the
detectives who visited he scene of
Croftly’s death shook their heads and
were at sea. Those who discovered
the body found the door securely
fastened from the inside, and were
obliged to burst it open. The room
hnd no other means of egress or in
gr- ss.
“Suicide,” remarked one of the re
porters. v
“How came those wounds on his
back? ’ asked a detective.
“Woo elf.e was here?” responded
the journalist, and neither man had
anything more to say.
A post mort m revealed nothing
new, except that the physicians found
a stale ot the iood which they could
uoi a isfact *rily acc >unt for.
“He was irozbu,” said a young
physician, whose opinion seemed to
have its foundation only in surmise.
“You seem to rave forgotten that
this is July, remarked an elderly
gentleman connected with a Uu ver
ity
The newspapers vied with each
other, building up ingenious theories
accounting tor the affair, tne Coro
ner’s jury fouud a verdict of suicide,
for want of anything better, and the
remains were buried.
Croitiy came to the coast iu 1860,
and was reputed to be a man pf suffi
cient means 10 live handsomely on
the interest f his money He stop
ped at the Oriental Hotel, and there
met Edward Dean, a young man who
like himself, a gentleman of leis
ure. The two became iutimate and
finally, tired of hotel life, they deter
mined to seek quarters more congen
ial and homelike. They found these
quarters at the residence of Richard
Armstrong, a mutual acquaintance,
who lived in very desirable quarters
at the corner of Mason and Califor
nia streets. Before the costly habi
tations of Stanford, Crocker and
other millionaires sprung into exist
ence, Armstrong’s house came vhry
near being called a mansion. Artn
strong rented Crofly and Dean three
elegant rooms, partly because he lik
ed the men personally, and partly be
cause he was running on a pretty
close margin financially. The two
found their quarters as attractive as
men of taste could wish. Armstrong
was a widower, and the three men
had some rare old times together
evenings. His cellar was stocked
with excellent wines, and his library
with books of the very rarest vintage
of literature.
One evening a hack drove up to
the door and a woman clad iu wraps
bounded up the steps with astonish
ing vigor and agility, like most Wes
tern girls who are blessed with good
health and animal spirits. She dash
ed into the hail in a style that sent a
preceptible tremor throughout the
house, and fell into old Armstrong’s
arms, A fusillade of kisses followed.
It was his daughter, Alice.
Next morumg the.usual formalities
of introduction were gone through,
and Miss Armstrong became one of
the fixtures of the place. A few days
before her arrival Prof. Croftly had
suggested the idea of living some
where nearer the centre of the city.
After Miss Armstrong entered the
house, however, no further allusion
was made to the proposed removal.
The professor began to pay Miss
Armstrong the most devout atten
tions, aud, as a matter of course, she
fell madly iu love with young Dean
who paid her none. It is generally
conceded that one of the most effect
ive ways of wooing a woman is to let
some other man do it The woman
tires of the indefatigable lover, and
the man who treats her with indiffer
ence is soon preferred. Some men
learn this by experience; Dean dis
covered it by accident.
He presently began to turn his
knowledge to excellent account, and
a bitter rivalry sprang up between
the two men. Croftly soon realized
that he was not th 9 favorite, and
never for the life of him could ascer
tain how a woman could form au at
tachment for a man wuo hadn’t the
GAINESVILLE, GA., FRIDAY MORNING, APRfL 11, L 879.
remotest idea of chemistry. He for
got that he was somewhat old, and
that some women dislike to cast
their bridal wreaths upon the snow.
He finally determined to put his ri
val out of the way and set about lay
ing his plans.
After a couple of weeks delibera
tion he concluded to murder Dean,
and do it so neatly and scientifically
that discovery would be next to im
possible.
One day I was in his room—being
an occasional visitor—and observed
him busily engaged in chemical ex
periments. Said he, “did you ever
realize that the conditions which re
sult in,congelation might be produc
ed chemically ?"
I confessed that I had never given
the subject much thought.
“Of course you understand that
sudden evaporation causes cold.”
I knew nothing of the kind at the
time, but nodded assent rather than
acknowledge my ignorance.
“I can produce ice instantaneous
ly,” he continued. “This is my as
sailant,” pointing to an electric bat
tery. With a current of say 100
omes of electricity, I can accelerate
enough evaporation to freeze instant
ly one hundred gallons of water.”
Here the professor took a basin of
water and poured in a small quanti
ty of colorless liquid. “This is am
monia,” said he. “But this’—here
he added about as much of some oth
er liquid—“is something else.”
“What is it?”
“No one knows but myself.”
I deemed it impertinent to ques
tion him further. He then attached
the wires of his battery to the water.
“When I make the connecting cur
rent the water will become ice.”
I watched, much interested, and
he laid his hand on a piece of me al
which was part of the apparatus, and
the turning of which caused the cur
rents to counect. He turned the
brass piece, and instantly a cloud of
vapor rose from the surface of the
water. Crystals shot from the sides
of the basin witu astonishing r apidity
and there was a sharp crackling
sound as the water expanded in it
caused a strain upon the basin, which
pressed it out at the sides.
“With five hundred omes,” contiu
ued the professor, “I can freeze five
hundred cubic feet of water.”
I left the house much impressed
with the discovery made by the pro
fessor, and a few days afterwards I
learned of his death. The public
considered it a case of suicide. I
made a careful examination of the
premises, and came to a different
conclusion. It was the hand of Alice
Armstrong that killed Professor Crof
tiy.
Let us go back a little. After the
professor realized what could be
done with his new appliance of eiec
tricity, he determined to utilize it .n
the murder of Dean. He Fit upon
the grand idea of freezing him in the
bath.
“She will not love him cold,” he
said, and began to arrange his plans
Dean was fond of the bath. He re
tired at midnight, and always took a
bath just before. The bathroom of
Armstrong’s house was au exception
ally good one. It was situated but
a short distace from the suit occu
pied by the professor and Dean. The
tank was of marble, eight feet wide,
ten feet long, and six feet deep, ca
pable of holding four hundred and
eighty cubic feet of water. Croftly
connected the bath wish his own
rouin by means of wires. One enter
ed the bath by the waste pipe. He
reached this by digging in the gar
den under the pretext of planting
flowers. The wire ran down the
side of the house and into the ground
It was concealed from observation
by a lilac bush. The other was con
nected with the pipe which furnish
ed the water. He bored a hole in
the wall and found the pipe, as he
expected, running in the rear of th%
room close to the floor. He then in
creased the jars of his battery, and
raised its strength to five hundred
omo3.
No suspicion was excited by this,
as he had been for some months be
fore making electrical experiments.
His apparatus was fixed on a stand
near the wall, and the wires from it
connected with those leading to the
bath. When the apparatus was re
moved its wires would be pulled
away from the others, and no trace
would be left of previous connection
On the night of the 3d of July all
was in readiness. Croftly laid his
plans with nicety and deliberation.
Dean always took a bath before retir
ing, which was about midnight. In
the morning Croftly had purchased
two seats at the Metropolitan Thea
tre and given them to Armstrong,
who took his daughter to the play.
By 8 o’clock everything was quiet in
the house. Croftly knew he was
safe from interruption until 11
o’clock, and perhaps later.
He now began work in earnest.
He filled the tank with water, and
then tested his wires over and over
again. Everything was in splendid
working order. He calculated tnat
he could embed his rival in ice abou„
midnight, and then turn on hot wa
ter. In the morning there could be
no trace left of the freezing. He
rubbed his hands with delight, and
then poured in the chemical propor
tions wherein lay the secret of his
discovery. Having done this, he
went back to his room and laid the
two connecting wires of his appara
tus side by side upon the instrument
It was now 9 o’clock. He turned
the gas up to a full blaze to disperse
shadows, took an easy chair, and de
termined to read until Dean’s re
turn. The silence of the house be
came intolerable and the sultriness of
the apartment more and more op
pressive. His excitement began to
tell upon him, and he was no longer
cool. The man who is about to kill
suffers more pangs than he who
knows he is about to die. Croftly
paced up and down the apartment,
and then a strange fascination drew
him toward the bath. He entered
the room again and Btood gazing in
to tQe motionless water in the tank,
and murmured to himself: “Four
hundred aad eighty cubic feet, 500
omes.”
There was a gas jet above the tank,
and its faint glow was reflected in
the water. To Croftly the atmos
phere seemed to have been generat
ed in a blast furnace. The water
looked cool and refreshing. There
was yet more than an hour. Croftly
turned the catch of the door from
force of habit, and, throwing off his
clothes plunged in. He could dis
cover no disagreeable trace of the
chemicals, and once more he felt the
delightful sensation of being cool.
It was so agreeable that he began to
reflect in his mind whether he would
not continue to enjoy the bath and
postpone the murder.
Suddenly the hall door was slam
med, and he heard the voice of Mis3
Armstrong talking with her father.
The pair had indeed returned, having
left the theatre because they did not
care to be bored with Mrs. Bowers’,
hackneyed rendering of Queen ruliza
beth. Passing along the hall, they
saw the professor’s door open, and
the gas in fall blast. Armstrong
hated to see anything go to waste,
and told his daughter to go in and
lower the gas, as the room was unoc
cupied. Miss Armstrong went in, as
directed, and her father passed up
stairs. While alone the girl could
not resist the temptation to pull a
little note from her bosom and read
it again. She had received it that
morning, and had already perused it
about twenty times. It read—
“ Dear Alice— Will you be my wife?
Yours,
Edward Dean.”
Dean was a young man who, when
he had anything to say, said it at
once and stopped on reaching the
point.
She pored over the letter about
five minutes, and then returning it
to its place, looked about her. Her
eye presently fell on the instrument
connected with Croftly’s battery.
She took up one of the wires, and
was about to lay it on the other and
see if there would be a shock, when
uer courage failed her and she drop
ped it across its mate. A spark
flashed out, which startled her. She
drew back, lowered the gas and went
to bed.
At the instant the wires were con
nected, Croftly was in the center of
the bath. A shock and a terrible
chill passed through his frame and
he felt a cloud of vapor rising from
the surface of the water and sweep
ing into his face. Myriads of spear
iike crystals shot out from the edge
ot the tank, and converged toward
him like so many shafts of death,
He realized his situation and dashed
to reach the steps; as he did so, he
threw himself against the jagged
edges of a sheet of ice half an inch
thick. There was a frightful gash
in his side, from which blood was
streaming. He struggled madly in
the ice, .nd ev-. 17 4 kroo bnugh' *
wounds His limbs moved no longer
in water; they were inveloped in
siush. The ice closed around him
like a vise. He was dead.
After the evaporation of the chem
icals the electricity had no longer any
effect, and the heat of the room be
gan to tell upon the ice. The mass
melted, and by four o’clock in the
morning the corpse of Croftly was
floating upon the surface of the bath.
He was not missed until nine o’clock
next morning, when Dean burst open
the door and found him as described.
The rest is known. The jury gave
a verdict of suicide, and Miss Arm
strong and Edward Dean were mar
ried on the 22d of the same month.
Don't be too Fresh.
Certain bores, who think it an
evidence of being a good fellow to
call gentlemen, with whom they have
only a slight acquaintance, by their
first names, may be edified upon
reading that a decision on politeness
was recently given by the Supreme
court at Boston. A hotel clerk sued
his employers, who had discharged
him before his time was up, they al
leging that he had injured their
business by being too familiar with
guests in addressing them by their
Christian names or surnames only.
The allegation was admitted, and
the court said:
“To address a person by his Chris
tian name, unless the parties have
been intimately connected, socially
and otherwise, is uncalled-for famil
iarity, and, therefore, insulting to the
party so addressed. To address a
party by bis surname only, shows a
want of respect, and would imply
that the party so addressed was be
neath the party addressing; there
fore, it is discourteous, and would be
considered insulting. To speak of
employers by their surname only,
shows a great want of respect on the
part of the employe toward the em
ployer. While it may be customary
for a person to address his junior
clerks or under servants by their
Christian or surnames, to address
others so shows a want of respect,
and the party so addressed would
naturally evade contact in the future
with anyone who had previously so
addressed him.”
Politeness, added the court, costs
nothing; but the want of it had
cost the plaintiff the loss of his situa
tion. The complaint was dismissed
with costs.
A Hard Case.
A Woodward avenue druggist yes
terday put up a prescription brought
by a boy, and as he handed over the
bottle, the boy asked:
“Did you put any sugar in it?”
“I don’t think I did,” was the re
ply.
“Well, then, I don’t believe ma ’ll
touch a drop of it. I got some medi
cine here ’tother day and pa couldn’t
even hire her to take it, ’cause it
wasn’t sweet. She’s purty sick, but
she’s down on medicine.”
“Well, how does your father man
age?”
“He don’t manage at all. He tries
to hire mother, but you see she’s too
old to care for candy and peanuts,
and too young to want spectacles or
a snuff-box, and there we are, you
see. If them onion draughts on her
feet don’t do any good, I’ll bet I’ll
have a step-mother ’fore fall.”
SMALL BITS.
Of Va.lons Kinds carelessly thrown To.
getlier.
A paper that is always full of points
-a paper of needles.
Nothing so lubricates the muscles
as sweet toil. —Boston Transcript.
This is the walking year; the
next will be leap year. —Camden
Post.
Justice is a duty—generosity is a
virtue. Yet the world is too apt to
regard the first as a favor, and the
latter as a folly.
Simple pity ain’t much better to a
person than an insult; but to pity
him with a five dollar bill is bizzi
ness. —Josh Billings.
“What wen the worst results of
t e late civil war?” cried a dem jcrat
i. ’ -ator. “Widows!” shouted Jones,
v 10 had married one.
A mule’s head is not capable of
culture and refined rearing, but it is
wonderful to what an extent the oth
er end of him can be reared.
Moving a bed into the middle of a
room may be looked at in the light of
a compromise, in a case where two
people prefer the front side.
Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth
says that she has written constantly
ever since phe was fifteen years old;
she is now at work on her sixtieth
novel.
When yu settle with yourself in
sist upon the 100 cents on the dol
lar; when yu settle with the world
take half price if yu kant get any
more.
There iz a mighty sight ov odds
between knowing evervboddy and
having everyboddy kno yu; but
tkare iz lots ov folks who never dis
kover the difference.
Distinguished divine to recent con
vert: “We propose to baptize you by
the Turkish bath method. It is
really the only means to scrub your
years of sin out of you.”
The man who was never kicked by
a mule has yet something to learn
though he may have a dozen diplo
mas from as many colleges saying
his education is complete.
A Texas choir was broken up be
cause the prirna donna would insist
on clearing her throat by a liberal
use of Lunberger cheese and rank
onions. She “cleared” the choir.
A girl who isn’t willing to ride
down hill on a hand-bled and take
the chances of a broken neck with the
man she pretends to love, is simply
planning to wed him for his cash.
“When do you intend to go back,
Mike ?” said one exile of Erin to an
(Other. “If I live till I die, and God
XxLows us I wiL or not I intend to
visit ould Ireland once more before
I leave this country.”
Said a railroad engineer to an
Irishman, whose cow had been killed:
“But she didn’t get out of the way
when I rang the bell.” “Faith, thin,”
said Pat, “ye didn’t sthop whin she
rang her boll, naytker.
“What do you know of the charac
ter of this man ?” was asked of a
witness in a police court the other
day. “What do I know of his char
acter ? I know it to be unbleackable
your Honor,” he replied with much
emphasis.
A raw German who had been sum
moned for jury duty desired to be
relieved,giving this reason:" Schudge,
I can nich goot Ingiish onderstan’.”
Looking over the crowded bar, the
Judge replied: “Oh, you can serve.
You won’t have to understand good
English; you won’t hear any such
here.’ ’
A little girl, visiting a neighbor
with her mother, was gazing curi
ously at the hostess’ new bonnet,
when the owner queried: “Do you
like it, Laura?” The innocent re
plied: “Why, mother said it was a
perfect fright, but it don’t scare me.’’
Laura’s mother didn’t stay long after
that.
Religion is sometimes strangely
applied. Mrs. Brown said, with
great emphasis, that when she looked
at the rich shawls which the Smith
girls wore and then at the wretched
apologies for shawls which her own
girls wore, if it were not for the con
solations of religion she really didn’t
know what she should do.
Bachelor Jones —“The State would
be better off if every Chinaman was
kicked out of it to-mori-ow.’ ’
His married friend.—“ Where
would you get your washing done,
then ? ’
Bachelor Jones—Marry some nice
girl and have it done at home.”
Chorus by six eligible young ladies
who happened to overhear Jones
and his friend talking—“ The Chi
nese must go ?”—Nevada City Tran
script.
Two desolate men who dwell by
the prairies lately sent to the New
York Bureau of Emigration a strange
request. They asked the Superin
tendent to ship them at their risk
and “collect on delivery” two come
ly, healthy and strong women suita
ble for wives. The application was
novel, and a paragraph describing it
with the title “A Demand for Wives”
found its way into the newspapers.
The ludicrous result is that the Su
perintendent has been overwhelmed
with letters from women in all parts
of the East offering themselves as
candidates.— New York Evening
Post.
Talk about your 450 miles in six
days! Why, we have known fellows
during the war—done it ourselves,
for the matter of that—march day
after diy under a broiling suu, car
rying heavy weights in clothing,
blankets, and accoutrements, with
out food, water, or shelter; wade
through rivers up to the waist, and
get dry as best we could, with no
comfortable bed to sleep in, no
dainty viands to tempt their palates,
no trainer to rub them down, and
not as nnch as a cheer, not to men
tion gate money at the end of it.—
New York Commercial Advertiser.
About Women, Men aui Love.
We this week select some pertinent
extracts from the writings of the
Rosicrucian philosopher:
No great statesman or warrior ever
lived who was not a devoted lover of
woman.
It is men and women only, of the
vampire grade, who advocate free
love and call the thing divine.
The genuineness of a love may al
ways be questioned whenever interest
position or passion enter into it as a
major integrant.
True love always seeks to render
its object happy, even at the sacrifice
of its own joy.
Love endures, passion lasts but a
breath, while morbid magnetism
withers its victim away, leaving the
sufferer miserable and wretched.
While a man or woman is sur
rounded by baleful associations, men
tal, social or material, he or she is
sure to become completely saturated
with the poison effluvium emenating
from the souls and bodies of the con
iaminators.
It is doubtful if ever a man was so
refinedly cruel in love matters as a
woman ;s capable of being.
Passion may, to some extent, sub
stitute love in a man’s nature, but
never in a woman’s in any of its moods
or phases.
You cannot tell a perfectly success
ful falsehood to any one, much less
to a woman.
A loving woman is at one and the
same time the blindest of mortals
and the sharpest of clairvoyants.
Cominou sense says, “Is it reasona
ble to expect to be loved without
one’s self using every lawful effort to
become lovable?”
It is a notorious fact that a man
who succeeds in seducing a wife from
her duty and home, never respects
the victim.
Wives are hypocritical whenever
unloved, and will play a game of de
ception too deep for the cunning of
the ablest mau living.
In these rapid days love in its ex
ternal phases has been defied, while
its soul and spirit have been utterly
lost sight of, and men have become
blinded to the fact that the great de
votion at the altar of mere sensation
alism and nervous life is deeply in
jurious to all concerned, and is sure
to beget disgust, satiety and ail their
fearful train.
Some wives and some husbands
are nervous leeches to each other.
Such marriages are very prolific of
consumptions, heart disease, vice,
infidelity, drunkenness, ether using,
opium eating, jails, assaults, elope
ments, divorces, slander, early death
and sometimes state prisons, murder
and the gallows.
There,is a singular magnetic attrac
tion exerted by persons of both sexes
alike, but more frequently by women
of particular make up. It has neither
love, friendship nor passion as a
basis or fu crum for the exhibition of
its energy, yet it is frequently attri
buted to either and all, while in re
ality it is far different from, yet im
mensely stronger than any one of
them, or than the entire combination
of the three, as the three generally
exist.— Balt. Standard .
The Zulus as Lion Hunters.
Of the skill and courage of the
Zulus many anecdotes are told, of
which tlie following is a specimen:
Some few years ago a Zulu hunter,
hearing a young British officer speak
somewhat lightly of native prowess,
offered to give him a specimen of his
by killing single-handed a huge lion
which infested the neighborhood.
The challenge was accepted, and the
brave follow at once set out ou his
dangerous errand, the officer and
several of his comrades following at a
distance. Having drawn the beast
from the lair, the hunter wounded
him with a well-flung spear, and in
stantly feil fl it on the ground be
death his huge shield of rhinoceros
hide, which covered his whole body
like the lid of a dish. The lion, hav
ing vainly expended his fury upon it,
at length drew back a few paces,
instantly the shield rose again, a
second lance struck him, and his fu
rious rush encountered only the im
penetrable buckler. Foiled again,
the lion crouched ckne beside his
ambushed enemy, as if meditating a
siege, but the wily savage ra.ssd the
further eud of the shield just enough
to let him creep noiselessly away in
the darkness, leaving his buckler
unmoved. Arrived at a safe dis
tance, he leveled his third spear at
the broad yellow flank of the royal
beast with euch unerring aim as to
lay him dead on the spot, ana then
return and composedly to receive the
apologies and congratulations of the
wondering spectators.
Tlie Heart-Broken Merchant.
The shrewdness aad business ca
pacity that have made the yankee
the first of traders and turn this coun
try into the workshop of the world,
received a striking and happy illus
tration the other day. The scene
was hereabouts, the characters a
rising young merchant and a pretty
woman. He had an affection for her,
she a liking for him, so they became
betrothed. After a time she found
out that she didn’t love him well
enough to marry him, so the match
was broken off. It was a severe blow,
and ha staggered under it; but he
fought well for himself, protested
that his life was ruined, asked if she
could not learn to love him, and in
all ways did the proper thing. She
was immovable, however, and he
sadly and reluctantly took his leave.
While his eyes were full of gathering
tears he bade his faltering farewells,
then closed the door upon hi3 hopes.
A moment later he opened it, stepped
back into the room, and, with tears
in his voice, brokenly murmured, “I
hope this will make no difference
about your coming to the store, Miss
continue to trade with us, I shall
be happy to give the usual discount.
Our stock is large and varied, our
aim to please.” And the door shut
finally, leaving him alone with his
grief.— YoricJc in Portland Press.
History of a Scotch Ploughman
Who says that the days of romance
are ended, needs to read the strange
history of a Scottish ploughman who
has returned to his native heath
after a long exile. Twenty years ago
a farmer in Orkney hired a young
man to do farm work. The plough
man touched the fancy of the mas
ter’s daughter, and the result was
that in a runaway fashion, and in
opposition to the will of the patri
archal farmer, the two became man
and wife. The old gentlemen was
furious, and turned his back deter
minedly on his son-in law. The young
ploughman kissed his wife, left her
in her father’s arms, and sailed for
Australia, whence he soon ceased to
write. His wife became a mother,
and remained in a state of such
wretched suspense that her father
began to repent of the treatment to
which he had subjected her husband.
Efforts were then made to trace the
whereabouts of the latter by means
of advertising in colonial papers and
otherwise, but all to no purpose. He
had gone to America. Years passed.
The grandson grew up to manhood,
and, not liking farm work, bade adieu
to Orkney, took ship last year to the
United States, and after some knock
ing about, found employment in a
mercantile house in Illinois. In the
course of business he discovered that
that the gentleman at the head of the
firm was a native of Scotland,hailing,
indeed, from the same district as
himself. Occasional meetings led to
more minute inquiries as to dates,
names of places, persons, and the
like in the old country, and after be
ing six months in the establishment
the youth found that he was actually
serving as a clerk with no other than
his own father. The effect of this
discovery on both may be left to the
imagination of the reader. Father
and son are now in Scotland. The
man who went away a plow-boy but
returns rich, has been welcomed with
much emotion by his venerable fath
er-in law, who is still hale and hear
ty, as well as by the wife whom he
left many years ago in her youth and
beaity, but who is now a middie
aged matron.
An Exhibition of Canine Sa
gacity.
On Friday last two bird dogs were
seen playing together on the ice,
which then partially covered the
mill-pond, and as on the line of the
river channel there was an opening,
one dog going too near in his gam
boling, fell into the water, and, swim
ming to the edge of the ice, was
unable to get out. The other dog
showed great uneasiness and mental
distress, and raced around, whining,
as if perplexed as to what to do. He
soon cautiously approached the spot
where his companion had fallen in,
and securely bracing his fore paws in
the ice as close to the edge as he
could get, reached over and caught
him by the back of the neck and
pulled up as far as possible, holding
him as long as he could, and then ex
hausted, he would be obliged to drop
him back into the water. Taking a
run around on the ice, crying dis
tressedly, he would repeat the op
eration, and did repeat it eight or
ten times, but without success, a3
the dog in the water could not help
himself much, the current constantly
drawing his body under the ice, and
there being nothing to hold on to on
the surface. Witnessing the dog’s
efforts to save his companion from
drowning were at least a dozen men,
all wondering at and admiring this
unusual display of canine kindness
and sagacity, and, finally, when the
poor dog was exhausted in his ef
forts to save his drowning friend,
some of the spectators got planks
and pushed them out sufficiently
near to venture assistance. When
the dog was pulled out and saved,
the joy of his companion was un
bounded The gentlemen who were
eye-witnesses of the whole proceed
ing say that in all their lives they
never saw any canine sagacity to
compare with that displayed on this
occasion, nor did one of them ever
give a dog credit for knowing half as
much as was here manifested —Stans
ford (Conn.) Advocate.
A Successful Spellist.
Any one who has seen the rivalry
of the contestants in a western spell
ing-school will appreciate this inci
dent from Edward Eggleson’s remi
niscences of his schooldadys, publish
ed in the March Scribner. He says:
“It was in the same old Bethel
school bouse, about the same time
that the master, one Benefiel, called
out the spelling class of which my
mother, then a little girl, was usually
at the head. The word given out was
‘onion.’ I suppose the scholar* at
the head of the class had not recog
nized the word by its spelling in stu
dying their lessons. They ali missed
it widely, spelling it in the most in
geniously and incorrect fashions.
Near the foot stood a boy who had
never been able to climb up toward
the head. But of the few words he
did know how to spell, one was
‘onion.’ When the word was missed
at the head he became greatly excited,
twisting himself into the most ludi
crous contortions as it came nearer
and nearer to him. At length the
one just above the eager boy missed,
the master said ‘next,’ whereupon he
exultingly swung his hand above his
head and came out with ‘O-n, uu,
i-o-n, yun, ing-un —l’m head, by
gosh!’ and he marched to the head,
while the master hit him a blow
across the shoulders for swearing.
The Loudon Times, in a leading
editorial, says that Messrs. Gladstone,
Childers and Goschen, three leading
financiers of the opposition, will at
tack Sir Stafford Heathcote’s financial
policy. It says, however, that the
people will uphold the government.
At no time since Pitt’s administration
has Great Britain had such a series
of troubles, at home and abroad, to
contend against. These will pass
away, and with the return of pros
perity the expediency of giving tem
porary relief to the tax-payers will be
fully appreciated.
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NEWS IN GENERAL.
Old Madam Bonaparte, of Balti
more died last week.
A Texas youth, aged eighteen, has
married his mother’s aunt, aged fifty
two-
Mr. Whitelaw Reid was offered the
Berlin mission in December, but de
clined.
The Kentucky mode of filing excep
tions to the ruling of a court is to
shoot the Judge
Senstor Bayard is six feet two
inches high. His colleague, Mr.
Saulsbury, is six feet three.
Mississippi’s colored senator,
Bruce, has two years more to 4erve
in the senate of the United States.
Capt. Eads rejoices over a channel
25 feet deep aad 440 feet wide in the
jetties as the mouth of the Mississip
pi river.
The next census will considerably
increase the representation of Texas
in Cong* ess, and consequently her
number of electoral votes.
The legislature of Florida has en
acted a law prohibiting railroads from
charging more than three cents per
mile for passenger transportation.
A case in court in Princeton, 111.,
which consumed ten days with Gosts
over $12,00, originated about who
should pay 15 ceuts for weighing
some hay.
Miss Carrie Hill, a fashionable
young lady residing in a prominent
up-town hotel, at New York, eloped
with and married Bernard MeDon
aid, a street car conductor.
There is thought to be little doubt
that the nomination of D. B. Corbin
for Chief Justice of the Supreme
court of Utah will be rejected by the
senate, aad Mr. Hayes will have to
look out some less objectionable
person.
Chester Hull, author of Dennis
Kearney’s speeches, died very sud
denly in San Francisco last Monday
morning We never rejoice in any
body’s death, but we are glad Kear
ney’s supply of thunder is cut off.
Twenty-six persons have been kill
ed and thirty wounded in the settle
ment of personal difficulties in Brea
thitt county, Ky, since the war, and
not a person has been hung or sent
to the penitentiary in consequence.
Washington Nathan, son of Ben
jamin Nathan, who was murdered in
New York some years ago, was shot
in the neck at the Broadway Hotel
last week, by Miss Marion Ward, an
actress. The wound is severe, but
not necessarily dangerous. Jealousy
was the cause of the shooting.
The Olive gang, who burned Ket
chum and Mitchell at the stake, in
Nebraska, some eight months ago.
are being tried at Hastings, in that
State. Olive is worth SIOO,OOO, and
says he will spend every cent of it to
free himself and his co-murderers.
The State has appropriated SIO,OOO
for the prosecution.
There was an extraordinary scene
in a Roman Catholic ctmrch at War
rington, England, the other day.
During mass a sergeant in a militia
cavalry regiment drew his sword and
leaping to the altar, proceeded to cut
everything upon it to pieces. The
unfortunate man had gone mad. Ha
declared that Christ had appeared to
him and ordered him to destroy the
Pope.
The sixth annual reunion of the
soldiers and sailors of the late war is
to be held at Cambridge, Ohio, from
the 26th to the 29th of August, inclu
sive. The object of this association
is to bury the hatchet and promote
cordial and peaceable relations be
tween all sections of the Union. As
such it has received the endorsement
and support of many confederates,
among whom may be counted some
of the most renowned Southern lead
ers in the late war.
Representative De La Matyr, green
backer, will introduce a bill in the
house, when he gets the opportunity,
authorizing the loan of three hun
dred and fifty million legal tenders
to certain corporations to be expend
ed in internal improvements. It will
be provided that the loan be made
for twenty-five yerrs, the first five
without interest, and at three per
cent semi-annually thereafter. The
Florida Coast Canal Company is one
among other corporations which it
is proposed to aid.
On the 29th, Knox Martin, a ne
gro, was hung in Nashville, fo the
murder of a farmer aud his wife. It
had been announced that certain
doctors were going to make an effort
to resuscitate his body after the
hanging, and a large crowd was at
tracted to the scaffol i. After Martin
had hung fifteen minutes the rope
was cut and the doctors look charge
of the body. They began work at
once and cam 9 very near being suc
cessful After tea minutes diligent
work, they succeeded in raising the
heat of the body about 20 degrees,
causing the pulse to beat aud induc
ing two or three respirations of the
lungs, but could do nothing further,
and Martin remained a dead man.
His body was taken to a medical col
lege for dissection.
He was a middle-aged man, spare
in figure and excited in speech. His
hands darted into his trowsers pock
ets, then into his vest pockets, and
again into the pockets of his coat.
Then the process was reversed. All
the time looking about aud around
him with hungry eagerness, he kept
repeating, “Oh, lam ruined!” “All
the money I had in the world!” “Oh,
dear! Oh, dear! I’d give SSO if I could
get it back! ’ At this juncture a
ragged Btreet boy came along with
something in his hand. “Lost er’
pocket-book, mister ?” The middle
aged man’s ravings stopped short.
He took in one long, deep breath,
then seized the pocket-book very
much as a cat pounces on a mouse,
and with “boy—you’re—a—good—
boy!” walked off Reader, this is a
fact, not fancy. —Boston Transcript .