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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. RATES OF ADVERTISING, *■' Transient advertisements will be Inserted at SI.OO per sqmre for first, and 50 cents for subse quent insertions. Large space and Jong tin.e will receive liberal deduction. Legal advertisements at established rates and rules. Bids due upon first appearance of advertisement unless otherwise contracted for. ]S T O. 15 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 .