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VOL. XI,
Professional Directory.
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
ISAAC L. TOOLE,
A T Tfi|£ 103 X, A T LAW,
V Vienna, Ga.
Will practice in the counties of Hous
ton, Dooly, Pulaski, Macon, Sumter and
Worth. Also in the Supreme Court of
Georgia, and in the United States Circuit
and District Courts within the State. All
business entrusted to his care will receive
prompt attention. febl tf
~ 0?C. HOME,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Ga.
The Criminal Practice, a specialty.
January 4, 1877. jan4 ly
WOOTEN & BUSBEE,
attorneys at law,
VIENNA, GEORGIA.
aprl3-tf
C. C. SMITH,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
And Solicitor in Equity,
McVILLE, --- - GEORGIA
Refers to Hon. ClifFord Anderson, Capt.
John C. Rutherford and Walter B. Hill,
Esq., Professors of Law, Mercer Universi
ty Law School, Macon, Ga.
Prompt attention given to all business
entrusted to my care. mar 22 Cm
EDWIN MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Perry, Georgia.
Will give immediate and careful atten
tion to all business entrusted to him in
Houston and adjoining counties
Office in Home Journal building on
public square. aprl2 tf
ROLLIN A. STANLEY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Dublin, Georgia.
Will practice in all the counties ot the
Oconee Circuit, Prom long experience
in the Criminal Practice, much of his
time will b e specially devoted to that
branch of his profession. feb24 tf
JACOB WATSON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsville, Georgia.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dooly, Wilcox, Dodge, Telfair, Irwin, and
Houston. Prompt attention given to all
business placed in my hands. aprß tf*
LUTHER A. HALL]
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENT,
Eastman, Ga.
Will practice in all counties adjacent
to the M. & B. railroad, the Supreme
Court of the State and the Pederal Court
of the Southern District of Georgia. For
parties desiring, will buy, sell or lease any
real estate, or pay the taxes upon the
same in the counties of Dodge, Laurens,
Wilcox, Telfair and Appling. Office in
the Court House. apr!s tf
J. H. WOODWARD,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
WILL practice in tlie Superior Courts
in the counties of Dooly, Worth,
Wilcox, Puiasui and Houston, and by
special contract in other cour ts. Prompt
attention given to all collections.
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l C. IVyAN. ,1. B. MITCHELL.
RYAN & MITCHELL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW
AND REAL ESTATE AGENTS,
tlk Hawkinsviile, Ga.
WILL practice in the counties com
prising the Oconee Circuit, and in
the Circuit and District Courts of the
United States for the Southern District of
Georgia. feblltf
J. M. DENTON,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
| )RACTICES in the Brunswick Circuit
I. and elsewhere by special contract.
Office at residence, Coffee county, Ga. P.
O. address, Hazleburst, M. & B. R. R.,
Georgia. lob4tt
W. IRA BROWN,
A TTORNEY A T LAW,
Vienna, Ga.
yPRACTICES in the Superior Courts of
*. Oconee Circuit, and elsewhere in the
State by special contract. Collections
and other business promptly attended
to ~W ; - 8-18-ly
JOHN H. MARTIN,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
AND BEAL ESTATE AGENTS,
Hawkinsviile, Ga.
PRACTICES in the Courts of Pulaski,
Houston. Dooly, Wliocx, Irwin,
Telfair, Dodge and Laurens. may-tt
CHARLES C. KIBBEE,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
Hawkinsviile, Ga.
WILL pmctice in the Circu-i and Dis
trict Courts of the United States
tor the Southern District of Goorga, and
n the Superior Courts of Houston, Dooly,
Pulaski, Laurens, Wilcox, Irwin and
Dodge counties. june29ly
JOHN F. DELACY,
ATTORNEY AT LAW,
EASTMAN, GA.
Will practice in the counties of Pulaski,
Dodge,. Telfair, Laurens, Montgomery,
Wilcox, and Irwin, of the Oconee Circuit,
and Appling and Wayne, of the Bruns
wick Circuit.
Prompt attontion given to all business
entrusted to his care. iuul7 tf
.tons f, Lewis. . and. b. Leonard
it. o. LEWIS.
LEWIS, LEONARD & Co. s
Bankers and Brokers,
HAWKINSVILLE, - - - GA.
Buy and sell Exchnngc, Bonds, Stocks,
Gold and Silver, and oitenu promptly to
all collections left with us.
Will alto mat— ’ -'>d scent Ities.
HAWKINSVILLE DISPATCH.
BATES OF SUBSCRIPTION,
The Hawkinsville Dispatch will
be mailed {postage free; to subscri
bers in any part of the United States
one year for two dollars. Six months
for one dollar.
A deduction of 25 cents will be
allowed each subscriber in a club of
six, and in a club of ten an extra
copy of the paper will be sent gratis
No credit Subscribers taken. The
DispATcn has the largest bona fide
circulation of any weekly paper in
the State.
Geo. P. Woods,
tf Editor arid Proprietor.
A gentleman near Savannah sold
his cucumber crop this season for
$1,150.
Fite head of cattle on Mrs. Swear
engin’s plantation in Early, county
were recently killed by one stroke of
lightning.
Any man who can swap horses, or
catch fish and not lie about it, is
just about as pious as men ever get
in this world.
Thomas A. Brown, aged eiglity
two, and Sarah Carrol, aged seventy
two, married in Greene county a few
days since.
In Rockdale county, Elias Wool
ly was excommunicated from the
Primitive Baptist Church for plead
ing usury against his father. Alfred
Smith was likewise excommunicated
for taking the homestead. The
Primitive Baptists are of the “right
stripe” after all.
There is a young lady in Newton
county who believes she is a baby,
and who has not spoken a word in
three years, although she was a good
conversationalist before she took up
the foolish idea of being an infant.
She reads the Bible and writes let
ters, yet will not utter a word.
General Sherman makes a predic
tion that the President who takes
his seat in 1881 will be a man who
fought on the Confederate side, who
was young enough to see that he
was in error, and has acknowledged
it.
And now a lie comes along that
there’s a woman in New Bedford
sixty-two years ol'l that never used
a hair-pin in her life. That story
might do for some, but we’d
like to know what she holds in her
mouth whilst combing her hair, if
she don’t have hair-pins. —Bridgeport
Standard.
A man who shot a New York law
yer began to prosper right away.
Landis, who shot a New Jersey
editor, lost his property, his wife
got a divorce, and he is fast becoming
a lunatic. You may shoot as many
lawyers as you choose and still pros
per, but if you wish to enjoy the
pleasures of this world and escape
the torments of—“hereafter,” never
“plug” an editor. Never 1
A correspondent of the Central
Georgia Weekly says Toombs boards
at the Kimball, and is the greatest
talker in the world. He gets otf
some very good things. The other
day some parties were talking in
Toombs’ presence about Joe Brown
being a Christian, and that he would
lead a large column to Heaven in the
Great Day of Accounts. Toombs
said dryly, “Yes, by G—d, but when
the head of the column reached the
good place, the Commander of Heav
en would give the order, '■Head, of
column to the left.'
A prominent Free and Accepted
Mason stood still the other day on a
grand occasion, listened to a long ad
dress of welcome, never moved a
muscle, and made his response with
out a tremor in his voice, while all
this time a grasshopper two inches
long was crawling up and down his
leg. But when the Mason got away
into a secret place, he kicked his leg
out of joint in three places and lay
dowivand had four fits.
Suicides have been terribly fre
quent in New York. From June Ist
to the end of the first week in July
no less than sixty-three people have
attempted to make way with them
selves, and of this numbor thirty
eight were successful. Drowning
was the mo9t popular method of
suicide.
A lady once entered a stage coach,
so heavily powdered, that it was dif
ficult to tell what kind of a complex
ion she had. The driver who was
something of a wag said to another
passenger, aside, “I am almost afraid
to take that lady along.” “Why ?”
the passenger eagerly enquired.—
“Because,” said the driver, “she is so
heavily powdered I am afraid she
will blow us up.”
A lawyer and a minister, both
jropecunious, boarded with a widow
lady. Neither could pay his board.
The lawyer married the lone woman,
and the minister performed the cere
mony, thus squarimr a. --Hints.
HAWKINSVILLE, GA., THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 26, 187?.
HOW A YOUNG HUSBAND GOT
WEANED FROM HIS CUPS.
A young wife in Michigan had
just got settled in her new home.
All seemed fair and promising, for she
did not know that her husband was
a drunkard. But one night he came
home at a very late hour, and
much the worse for liquor. When he
staggered into the house, the wife,
who was so greatly shocked, told
him he was sick, and to lie down at
once; and in a moment or two, he
was comfortably settled on the sofa
in a drunken sleep. His face was
reddish purple, his breathing was
heavy, and altogether he was a pitia
ble looking object. The doctor was
sent for poste-haste, and mustard ap
plied to his feet and hands. When
the doctor came and felt his pulse,
and examined him, and found that
he was only drunk, he said:
“He will be all right in the morn
ing.”
But the wife insisted that he was
very sick, and that severe remedies
must be used.
“You must shave his head and ap
ply blisters,” she urged, “or I will
send for someone who will.”
The husband’s head was according
ly shaved closely and blisters ap
plied. The patient lay all night in a
drunken sleep, and, notwithstanding
the blisters were eating into his flesh,
it was not till near morning that he
began to beat about, disturbed by
pain.
About daylight he waked up to a
most uncomfortable consciousness of
blistered agonies.
“What does this mean,” he said,
putting his hand to his bandaged
head.
“Lie still—you musn’t stir,” said
the wife, “you have been very sick.
“I’m not sick.”
“Oh, yes you are; you have brain
fever. We have worked with you
all night.”
“I should think you had,” groaned
the poor victim ; “what’s the matter
with my leet ?”
“They are blistered.”
“Well, I’m better now; take off
the blisters, do,” he pleaded piteously.
He was in a most uncomfortable
state—his head covered with sores,
and his feet and hands were still
worse.
“Dear,” he said groaning, “if I
should ever get sick in this way
again, don’t be alarmed and send for
the doctor, and above all don’t blis
ter me again.”
“Oh, indeed I will—all that saved
you ware the blisters, and if you
ever should have another such a
spell, I should be more frightened
than ever—for the tendency I am
sure is to apoplexy, and from the
next attack you will be likely to die,
unless there were the severest meas
ures used.”
He made no further defense ; suf
fice to say he never had another at
tack.
SEQUEL TO 7 DIVORCE.
Mrs. Martha A. Berge, of St.
Louis, recently obtained a divorce
from her husband, Louis Berge, for
inhuman treatment, and on other
grounds. The lady had a little
property of her own which, when the
divorce was granted, was decreed by
the court as entirely hers, her former
husband having no claim thereto.—
Notwithstanding this, he seemed to
think her possessions were still his
whenever he could la; r his hands on
them, and a few days ago he entered
her room and helped himselt to sl,-
400 worth of jewelry. She promptly
had him arrested and had indisputa
ble proof of his crime. On his pre
liminary examination she gave in
her testimony agaiiftt him, and when
she retired from the witness stand
the following conversation ensued
between the two :
“Have you no pity for ine ?” said
he.
“Had you any pity for me when
you made my life miserable for
eighteen years ?” replied his wife.
“Have you no love ?”
“Love!” with a sarcastic laugh,
“love Oh, no, that’s dead long ago—
you killed it.”
“Would you send me down to a
prison cell ?”
“What is a prison cell compared
to the hell you have kept me in all
these years, you, who killed my
father and our child. Yes, I would
send you to a prison cell.”
“But my misery, my misfortune—
will nothing meve you ?”
“Nothing. You have brought this
upon yourself; yon can take the con
sequences.”
WHAT ALABAMA DID.
The people of Alabama have bad a
Convention since the Democrats
came into power in that State, and
the Augusta Chronicle sums up
some of the changes made and the
aesulling advantages therefrom. It
says:
This State has reduced its Legis
lature 33 Senators and 100 Repre
sentatives ; changed sessions to bien
nial, limited them to 50 days without
power to extend the time; reduced
pay of members from $6 to $4 a day,
mileage from 40 to 10 cents a mile ;
require all bills to be passed by yeas
and nays ; make lobbying a crime,
repeal the power to enact local or
special laws for the benefit of corpo
rations; piohibita forever any in
debtedness for improvements; lim
ited tho power of the State to tax to
three-fourths of one per oent.; re
stricted towns, cities and counties
to one-half of one per cent, for coun
ty purposes, and one-fourth to pay
debts; reduced the judicial circuits
from 12 to 8, and abolished a good
many offices. The saving has been
several hundred thousand dollars.
“What’s the matter, sonny ?”
“Why confound it. Doctor, can’t
you teli that I have been entin’ wa
ter-millions by the green look in my
•eyes?”
Caboose Number Four.
A Murderer Escapes from Jail and Takes
Charge of a Train of Cars.
Larry Hallan closed the windows
of his caboose when the first drops
of rain fell, and entered the depot for
the purpose of getting a bite before
going up. He was a young man of
six and twenty, a thorough railroader,
and a favorite with his
It was rumored that he would soon
leave the road to take unto himself a
wife, and one who was high over
him had said when lie heard the re
port:
“That’s the way it has been going
with us. When a man can’t be
spared, he gets married, and bids us
farewell for a humdrum life. Wish
we could break up Hallan’s foolish
match ; we can’t spare the boy !”
But Larry kept his own counsels
concerning his future actions, and
smiled when the words of the bache
lor road master reached his ears.
“It’s going to rain,” said the saloon
keeper to Larry, as he cracked Ihe
shells of two hard boiled eggs on the
counter.
“Big drops are coming down now,”
replied the caboose conductor. “We
will have a lonely run of it. Mans
field is not going up to-night I guess.”
Mansfield was a commercial drum
mer whom Larry often carried up
the road to Pemberton.
“Haven’t seen him about yet.
Don’t think he is in the place.”
Larry ate a moment in silence and
then spoke again.
“Any news ?”
“Nothing in particular, only that
Direk Waterman has been put into
jail here. They talked so strongly
about lynching him over in Xenia,
that the authorities, fearing for his
life, were obliged to remove him.
They lodged him in jail here one day
last week, and he is as docile as a
kitten. I guess he’ll get a long
term, but, as ior hanging—that’s out
of the question ; a bad man seldom
gets his just dues nowadays. No re
flection on Judge Meeker, Larry.”
“Of course not, Charles,” replied
Larry. “Justice seems to sleep.
But she will awake before long; then
lookout. But our jail is not over
strong, I understand.”
“That’s so, but it will hold Dirck
Waterman. He is afraid to trust
himself at large in a country where
his face and crime are so well
known, and I assure you, Larry, that
he is content to remain in jail.”
Larry Hallan finished his late
lunch, and took the cigar that the
saloon keeper iianded over the coun
ter with his compliments.
Then, with an interchange of good
nights, the men separated.
On the track just without the sta
tion stood the train destined for
Pemberton, a town of importance
thirty-six miles up the road. The
“make up” comprised six freight cars,
not heavily loaded, and was the light
est train that Larry had ever been
called to run.
“We’ve got a feather train to
night,” the engineer said to him, with
a smile. “We could run into Pem
berton before the passenger ran out,
but I suppose we’ll have to switch as
usual at Peterson’s.”
“Certainly,” returned Larry. “We
have waited on that old switch in the
rain before to-night. Mebbe it will
clear off'.”
“Not in twenty minutes,” gtum
bled Kyle, the engineer, and a mo
ment later the great iron wheels began
to revolve.
Larry sat down in the caboose and
freshened the fire; then lie folded
his arms and leaned back against the
side of the car.
The speed of the train was gradu
ally increasing, and he could see the
lights in many windows, when the
door opened, and a man, dripping
wet, and with a ferocious look, walked
in.
The young freight conductor
started and a pallor crept over his
face when he looked into the blood
shot eyes of the man who might
prove one of the wickedest passen
gers a conductor ever carried. The
wet garments worn by the man
higbtened his ill appearance, and his
cleanly shaven face could not conceal
the shadow of a once black beard.
Larry thought he might recognize
his passenger if the beard had re
mained, and he began to conjecture
whom he might be.
“Bad night,” the man said, throw
ing himself upon a cushion apposite
Larry.
That voice startled the conductor,
and betrayed his visitor.
The former now knew that he sat
face to face with Dirck Waterman,
the man whose diabolical crime had
shocked the State. Waterman, a
short time prior to his arrest, had
been discharged from the service of
a well-known line of railway. Exas
perated with his deserved treatment,
he deliberately obstructed the track
one mad October night, and hurled
a train down a steep embankment in
to a rocky gorge. Many persons
were killed out-right by the catas
trophe, others, maimed for life, and
the revenge of ODe man satiated.
He was apprehended by the sher
ifftwnd sent to jail, there to await his
trial. The people of Xenia deter
mined to take the law into their own
hands. They attacked the jail, but
the sheriff and his deputies baffled
them by convoying the prisoner by a
secret post to I’iqua, a town in an
adjoining county.
The voice of Larry Hallan’s un
expected passenger told him that he
was Dirck Waterman, who had with
out doubt lately escaped from the
county jail.
“It is, indeed, a bad night,” Larry
answered. “Where are you going?”
“To Pemberton. You run vory
slowly.”
I “We are in no hurry ;we switch at
Pct'TSOtt!)ljGoX-Ul 1 ' down mesen*er.”
“Couldn’t you get to Pemberton
before she moved out ?”
“Don’t know; never tried it.”
“Weil, we’ll try it to-night,” said
Waterman quickly, and the next in
stant Larry was in his grasp.
The voting conductor struggled
manfully, but without avail. The
murderer’s strength was too great for
him, and he soon found himself help
less on the floor of the caboose, and
bound with ropes which he had pur
chased for use iu the car but the day
before.
“I’m going to take you through
like lightning,” said Direk Water
man, looking down upon his victim
with triumph. “I’ve got friends in
Pemberton, you see, and they’ll be
uncommon glad to look into my phiz
again. I’m sure you can’t move, and
if I didn’t know that you’re going
to marry Anne Clark some day, may
I be accursed if I wouldn’t treat you
to a bullet. They gave me this in
Piqna—my friends did,” and he
thrust his shining revolver into Lar
ry’s face as he 3pokc. “Oh ! you see
a fellow must be uncommonly bad to
lose all his friends.
The young conductor said nothing
but looked up into the devilish face
of the man who stood over him.
“I’m going forward to hurry Tom
up,” said Waterman, and with a
mock bow of departure the villain
left the caboose, closing the door af
ter him.
The silence that seemed to fall
about Larry was dreadful. He did
not hear the rumble of the cars, nor
the patter of the rain on the root and
against the windows. The silence of
death seemed to hang over him, and
he waited for the pistol shot that
should slay Tom Kyle at his post
He knew that the villain was a thor
ough engineer, and believed that he
would not hesitate to slay Tom and
take his place on the engine.
Of course he could not see the
cunning man creeping over the sticks
of wood on the tender, nor catch the
gleam of the revolver in his hand.
Tom Kyle was at his post, and his
fireman dozed on his accustomed
seat. The rain had slacked up a lit
tle, and the engineer of the train had
opened the door.
Suddenly he heard a voice that
seemed to come from the tender.
“Faster! don’t switch at Peter
son’s !”
Tom Kyle turned in an instaut,
and saw the face that glanced at him
from above the v. ood. And at the
same time he saw the revolver that
covered his heart.
“I want you to obey me,” said
Dirck Waterman, “I’m a dangerous
man, and will do dangerous things.
We must get to Pemberton before
the passenger train starts out. You
can do it, Tom Kyle. Now to work
at once. I can see the guage from
here. If you don’t obey me, I’ll
drop you in your tracks, and feed
the boiler with your carcass. Now
let us go faster 1”
Tom Kyle was pale when he
turned from the desperate man. He
doubted his ability to run into Pem
berton before the ten o’clock passen
ger departed. Already they had
traversed a good part of the run, and
the switch was not far off. But the
engineer knew the man who was
dealing with him, and he thought of
his young wife far down the road.
He thought, too, of Larry, and
wondered if Waterman hadn’t slain
him in caboose number four.
The speed of the train visibly in
creased until it seemed to fly like an
arrow over the dark road.
“Faster!” yelled Dirck Waterman,
and Tom Kyle clenched his teeth,
and threw more power into tho limbs
of the iron monster. His fireman,
appalled at tho speed of the train,
crouched in one corner of the little
engiue-room, powerless to feed the
furnace, and weak as a child.
On ; on, at the rate of a mile a
minute, till the lights of Pemberton
became visible! As the engine
rounded a curve which had hidden
the city from sight, a dark form
dropped from a car lightly upon the
tender.
Dirck Waterman did not see it, so
intently was he watching the en
gineer, still covered by his revolver.
The man—for man the object was—
crept forward, and the light of the
stars fell upon an iron rod that
glistened in his hands.
He stopped a few feet behind the
rascal and raised his novel weapon—
the poker belonging to the caboose’s
stove. The next instant it descended
with crashing force upon Waterman’s
unprotected head, and he fell for
ward with a smothered gioan and
lay at Tom Kyle’s feet.
“Slack I slack 1” cried the victor,
springing from the tender. “Slack,
for Heaven’s sake. The passenger
is moving out I Don’t you hear
her?”
The engineer did not need the
commands, for his hands were al
ready on the lever, and when the
train stood still, quivering like a leaf,
twenty feet did not lie between her
and the down train loaded with pas
sengers.
Dirck Waterman was fouud to be
quite dead, and the people said that
he had met the fate he richly meri
ted. lam sure that uone who knew
his crimes mourned his loss.
Larry Hallan had managed to free
his hands by severing the cords by
the means of a nail in the floor of the
caboose, and his knife had completed
his liberty. lam sure that the speed
of the train at the moment of Water
man’s death is the fastest on record,
and Larry was wont to declare that
the wheels did not seem to touch the
rails.
Shortly after the adventure he left
Caboose No. 4, wedded his sweet
heart, and returned to the road pro
moted to the conductorship of a
magnificient passenger train. To
this day he often tells his wile how
near she came losing him on the wild
night of Dirck Waterman's escape
front iu.il.
Dearer Than Life.
CHASED BY A PACK OF HUNGRY
WOLVES—A THRILLING STORY.
School was over, and out of th
rough but not unpicturesque log
building which served both for
church and school house in the little
backwoods settlement, came rushing,
in one tumultuous mass, a score or
more of sturdy boys and rosy-cheeked
girls, of all ages, from six to six
teen.
Tha sharp Canadian winter had
just set in in real earnest, and the
children’s merry voices rang out
clear and distinct, upon the keen
frosty air, as, half wild with delight,
they sped away merrily and r.oisily
h omewards.
In the school house a tall fair
haired girl was standing by the black
board, collecting her books, with a
thoughtful, serious air that seemed
to conti ast strangely with her
dimpled cheeks, archly-craving lips,
and bright sparkling eyes.
Suddenly picking up a piece of
chalk, she wrote upon the black
board the one word “Finisand
turning toward the teacher, a tall,
grave-looking man of four or live
and-thirty, who was standing by the
desk, she exclaimed, “So ends my
last day of school life ! Are you not
glad Mr. Lester?”
“And why should I be glad, Miss
Dale ?” was the questioning reply,
and Robert Lester’s pale face flushed
as he turned towards his fair pupil.
“Why, indeed! Have you not
told me a hundred times, that I gave
you more trouble than any other
scholar in school ?” And a glance,
half merry, half defiant, flashed from
under the coquettish little straw hat,
up into the teacher’s face.
“Yes; I have said many things
that I did not halt mean, I have no
doubt. But let us forget all that.
Won’t you shake hands and part
friends, Miss Dale ?’’
“Of course. We have never been
enemies, have we ?” answered the
girl, looking up wonderingly into his
earnest face. Then, quickly, (the
merry defiant look suddenly vanish
ing from her eyes,) “I must run away
home now. I have lots of things to
do before supper, and the sun is not
more than half an hour high. Good
bye, Mr. Lester.”
“Good-bye, and merry holidays to
you, Miss Dale.”
And the worn, grave look came
back to find his face, as the slight
gray-robed figure passed out the open
door, and with a sigh, Robert Lester
turned again to his desk, and began
arranging his books and papers.
For nearly two years Robert Les
ter had been teacher of the village
school at Westbrook, a small settle
ment on the western 6hore of Spirit
Lake, in the “far west’’ of Canada,
and Minnie Dale was not far wrong
when she kalf-jokingly accused him
of having called her the most trouble
some of scholars.
She was a merry, willful girl; the
petted and spoiled darling of her for
est home; and acknowledged belle
of the settlement; just a little bit of
a coquette, yet true as steel, notwith
standing ; frank and fearless and, as
is often the case in the Colonies, a
good shot and a splendid horseman.
On the afternoon of the day before
Christmas, a week before the break
ing up of the school, Robert Lester,
who had started that morning on a
skating expedition up the lake,
(which, though not over a mile or
two broad, was nearly twenty miles
long,) was slowly skating homewards
along the eastern shore, when, on
turning around the bend, about seven
miles from Westbrook, where the
road from that village to the next
settlement runs for some distance
close to the lake shore, he came sud
denly upon an empty sleigh, lying on
its side in the snow-covered road.
Close by the overturned vehicle,
with a perplexed look in her usually
laughing eyes, stood Minnie Dale,
who looked up suddenly, as the ring
ing of his skates upon the ice pro
claimed his approach.
“Mr. Lester!” she exclaimed, a
faint crimson rising to her forehead
as she recognized him. “I am so
glad! I—l am in a fix, you see.
My horse bolted—scared by a deer
which ran suddenly across the track.
He seemed to jump right out of the
harness, and has carried away the
shafts with him.”
“I sec,” said Mr. Lester, coming
closer, aad examining the overturned
sleigh which, having been made for
Minnie’s own special use, was very
small and light, and proved, upon
examination, to be almost uninjured,
with the exception of the broken
shafts, which had snapped off close
to the body of the sleigh.
“Well, Miss Dale,” he continued,
restoring the sleigh to an upright po
sition, and pushing it before him,
over to the hard snow, towards the
frozen lake; “the best plan I can
think of will be for you to get into
the sleigh and let me push you along
before me over the ice. Will you
come f ” he added, holding out a hand
to guide her down the bank.
“Thank you. But will it not be
very hard work for you ?” asked
Minnie, as she took his offered hand.
“Not at all,” was the brief, earn
estly spoken reply ; and very care
fully Robert Lester handed the dain
ty little fur-clad figure into the tiny
sleigh, and wrapping the warm rugs
around her, he started off at an easy,
swinging pace over the smooth frozen
surface of the lake, on the seven mile
journey which lay before them.
It was nearly sundown when they
started, but neither of them felt any
uncasier at the approach of evening,
as the inoon was nearly full, and they
were gliding merrily along. Minnie’s
clear, pure voice keeping time to the
ling of the skates with the' Canadian
boatman’s hymn, when suddenly
sharp and distinct, a sound, some
thing between a bark and a cry,
echoed tliroifgk the stillness of the
woods behind them.
“Wolves!” exclaimed Minnie, turn
ing half round in the sleigh and look
ing up in her companion’s face ; and
even as she spoke the cry was re
peated, and re-echoed f#om the op
posite shore ol the lake, which was
there not more than M&f a mile
wide.
“Yes, a pack of them, I am afraid,”
replied Robert. “You can shoot,
Minnie?” he added, after a moment’s
silence, during which time the cries
were heard on both sides, louder and
more numerous than before.
“Yes,” she whispered, flushing
crimson, even then, at the sound of
her christain name from his lips.
“Take this, then,” and he drew a
small five-shooter from his pocket
and handed it to her. “But don’t
use it until I tell you. I may dis
tance them yetand striking out
vigorously the shell-like sleigh was
soon skimming over the smooth ice
at racing speed.
Still from the forest on cither side
came the shrill barking cries—never
forgotten by those who have heard
them under like circumstances—of
the hungry wolves. And though
the tiny sleigh skims faster and fast
er over the ice, yet nearer, clearer
and more distinct than ever the sav
age yells echo in the ears of those
two, who knew now that they were
racing for dear life, until a louder,
fuller chorus than ever bursts upon
the frosty air, and turning his head,
Robert sees that their pursuers are
clear of the woods, and following
them with increased swiftness over
the ice.
Faster and faster speeds the sleigh,
until it scarcely seems to touch the
ice, but yet not fast enough to be long
ahead of the fleet feet that followed
it. Even now an angry growl is
heard close behind, and rising care
fully in the sleigh Minnie perceives
the leader of the pack, a gaunt, hun
grv-looking wolf, with fierce, gleam
ing eyes, and long red tongue hang
ing out of his open jaws, not a dozen
yards behind.
It was no time for words. A quick
glance into her companion’s face, a
sharp spiteful report from the pistol
and the foremost of the band rolls
over on the ice, and Robert redoub
ling his exertions, makes the most
of the brief respite caused by the
momentary delay of the pack around
the dead body of their companion.
It was but for a moment, however.
Then, fiercer, more bloodthirsty than
ever, the fourfooted demons started
again in pursuit. Again, ard yet
again, the brave girl fires, each time
bringing down one of the pack, until
as the empty pistol falls from her
hand, and she sinks back cn the seat
in utter despair, the last bend of the
shore is doubled, and there, a mile
below, the snow-covcred roof of her
father’s house is in sight, while half
way between, several figures arc
seen on the ice skating toward them.
“Courage, darling I” cried Robert,
pointing ahead.
“Too late, Robert!” she whispered
as a growl was heard almost abreast
of the sleigh, and a dozen pairs of
fierce, blood-shot eyes gleamed red
ly close bjhind her.
“Not for you, Minnie. Heaven
bless you, my own love!” and im
pelled by the wild, almost superhu
man strength of that last desperate
push the light sleigh shut like an
arrow forward over the ice, and
then, before Minnie could look up or
regain breath, before the sound of
that last passionate farewell had died
away, slowly came to a standstill,
right in front of her father and threo
brothers, who had started up the
lake in search of her.
“Robert! Oh, father save him ! he
has given his life for me !” was Min
nie’s .first exclamation when she
awoke to the consciousness that she
was safe in her father’s arms; and
even as she spoke her brothers ad
vanced, bearing the body of Robert
Lester, which, with much difficulty,
they had rescued from the disap
pointed wolves. “Oh, he is dead !
And he died for me I” cried Minnie,
passionately kissing the pale, still
face, as they laid the lifeless body
carefully in the sleigh and started'
slowly homeward.
But though terribly mangled and
injured in the short sharp fight that
took place, when, having given his
own life for that of the girl he loved,
Robert Lester turned and fiercely
faced his pursuers, he was not dead,
though it took many weeks of Mrs.
Dale’s skillful nursing and motherly
care to win him back to health, arid
the warm spring sunshine had melted
the snow and ice before be returned
to his post at the old log school
house.
But now a pair of tender, loving
eyes watch for his return when school
is over—a true-hearted little wife
makes the neat little white-washed
frame house where lie kept “bache
lor’s hall” so long, the “dearest,
sweetest spot on earthand as he
stands on this bright spring evening
watching the blue waters of the lake
trembling in the glory of the setting
sun, two white arms steal round his
neck and Minnie’s dark eyes look up
shyly into his face, as she says, “I
gave trouble enough in my school
days, Robert. I will try to be a
blessing instead of a trouble to you
hereafter.” —London Bow Bella.
“In some place,” said a young
man, “I have forgotten the name
of it, it is reported that the young
ladies kiss the lips of young tem
perance men to find out whether
they have been tampering with
toddy. I don’t believe a word of
it, but I have thought of moving
there and becoming a member to
find out whether tho report is true
or false.”
Dobbs says that the first time a
girl kissed him he felt like he was
sliding down a rainbow with butter
aud sugar jn one hand and honey
in the other.
NO. 30*
BRIGHAM TOL’XG.
This remarkable man was born at
Wbitingham, Vermont, June Ist
1801.
Joining the Mormons in 1832, a'
Kirtland, Ohio, lie soon gained by
his energetic shrewdness and influ
ential status among them, and in
three years became one of the twelve
apostles sent out to make converts!
On the death of Joseph Smith in
1844 he was chosen President and
Prophet. Being compelled by the
disasters at Nauvoo to abandon that
location* he announced that Salt
Lake Valley had been revealed as
the Piomised Land, and founded
Salt Lake City in 1847. Immigra
tion rapidly increasing the Mormon
ranks, they organized a State whictr
they named Desert, but Congress re
fused to admit 44 into the Union,
constituting instead the Territory of
Utah, of which Brigham Young was
appointed United States Governor.
Four years this state of affairs con
tinued, at the end of which time the
Mormons defied the federal authori
ty, and President Buchanan ap
pointed Alfred Camming Governor
of Utah and sent in 2500 men to en
force his authority. A compromise
was effected—the Federal authority
was to be respected, and Brigham
Young left in power as President
and Ruler of the Mormon church.
He is a man of uncommon size, of
very compact build and six loot high,
measures forty-four inches around
the chest, and is of great dimensions
in mid-person. He has nineteeil
wives, fifteen of whom are his own,
the other four being “proxy wives,”
and relicts of Joe Smith. The chil
dren of these four of thoir union
with Brigham are credited to Smith,
and go to swell his kingdom. To
distinguish these plural wives from
the others they are known by their
maiden names. In the order of their
marriages, the following is a. list of
Brigham’s numerous spouses : Mary
Ann Angel, Luey Decky, Mrs. Au
gusta Cobb, llarUfet Cook, Clara
Decky, Emelino Free, Lucy Biglow,
Lynia Huntington, Susan’ Swivcly,
Margaiet Pierce, Mrs. Twiss, Eroilv
Patridge, Martha Boker, Eliza Inaw,
Harriet Barney, Amelia Falsom, Ma
ry Van Cott and Ann Eliza AVebb,
the nineteenth. Brigham Young
has forty-five living children; the
majority are grown and married;
twenty-nine girls and sixteen boys
constitute his family. Seven of
these daughters are partners in plu
ral marriages. Brigham, for the
present, has abandoned all his other
wives for his favorite, Amelia Fal
sora, and upon her is lavished all his
care and attention. Once a month
occurs in the household, what is
known as “ration day.” Each fami
ly receives live pounds of sugar,
one pound of candles, a bar of soap
and a box of matches. AVhatever
they enjoy beyond the plainest food
and scantiest clothing, the wife is ex
pected to provide for herself and
children—always excepting tho fa
vorites. Brigham promises his wives
SIOO a year pin-money and a good
home, but they get neither. The se
cret rites of Mormonism consist of
a ceremony of words taken from the
Scriptures and “Paradise Lost.”—
The scenery used represents tho cre
ation and fall of man, the coming of
Christ and the Priesthood of Joseph
Smith. The candidate takes a sol
emn oath to “bear eternal hostility
to the Government of the United
States, and avenge the murder of
the prophet Joseph Smith.” The
hope of Brigham’s life is the admis
sion of Utah as a State into the
Union, and it is said that the convic
tion of John Lee of the Mountain
Meadows Massacre was due to an as
surance given Brigham that the ad
mission would be hastened by this
action. Rumors have been rife,
since the execution of Lee, of tho
hostile intention of the Mormons,
even to the calling out of the “Nau
voo Legion,” and the alleged inten
tion of the United States authorities
to send more troops into the Terri
tory, seems to give color to the ru
mors.
A BIG BAT TRAP.
The Sacramento (Oal.) Record-
Union of June Tth reports the follow
ing extraordinary rat catcher: “The
kitchen and store-room of a hotel in
this city have been infeated by rats,
and it became evident, also, that a
hogshead in which swill was kept
furnished the rodents an opportunity
to fill their stomachs when other
sources failed. Tuesday evening the
hogshead was almost entirely emp
tied, a little food being left in the
bottom to serve as bait. All the
holes were stopped up, and when the
mammoth trap was finally set it was
so arranged that ns many rats could
enter it as desired, but there were nci
means of escape. A few minutes af
ter it was set, three or four rats
sprang into it, and, not finding much
food, became hoggish, and began
fighting for tho possession of what
there was. Their squealing attracted
more rats, and when the trap was ex
amined, before midnigln, it presented
a singular spectacle, being apparent
ly one-fourth filled with the pests—
little rats and big ones, gray-headed
fellows, and others that had scarcely
sprouted their moustaches—all squimi
ing, scratching, squealing, and biting.
Soon afterward they wore killed,
when the number disposed of proved
to be one hundred and six.
The Warrcnton Clipper says: “A
white tenant on the plantation of a
Mr. Moore in the upper edge of this
county was recently struck by light
ning while standing in his yard
looking up at an approaching cloud.
It is said that one of his cheeks was
torn off, his clothes ripped into
shreds and the boot on one of his
feet burst beneath him. Instant
dea'h resulted. On tire name day a
negro man in another portion of the
county is reported to have met with
a like fate.”