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THU SEVEN STAGE*
Only a baby.
ItMed aad oaiwusd.
Satly hrld to a mother ■ bmaat,
• Oalv a child.
Toddling alona,
Brightening now its happy home.
Only a boy,
Trudging to aebool,
Govern ad now by atornar rui,
Only a youth,
Living in dreama.
Full of promise Ufa now aaema
Only a father,
Burdened with care,
Silver thread* in dark-brown hair
Only a grajbeard.
Toddling again,
Growing old and full of pain.
Only a mound.
O’ergrown with grata,
Dreama nnrealiiad—reat at laat.
AN OLD WOMAN’S STORY.
Many yearn ago a girl and her great
grandmother ant together—the girl iu
teara. Said Great -grandmamma Hudson,
sitting very straight, not lolling, at her
eighty-eight years, os did her great
grandchildren of eighteen:
“ Toting folks think old folks are fools,
hut old folks know that young folks
are."
“ That ia because you’re old, grandma,"
sobbed Linda.
“No; it ia because 1 was once young,'
said the old lady.
“ But he is the only one I shall ever
love," said Linda. “ Papa ia cruel to
me. Why does he think ill of Lewis ?
He knows nothing about hint. I shall
die if we are separated. ”
“I w “ ffoing to die, too,” said great
grandmother, “but I didn’t.”
“Oh, tell me, please,” cried Linda,
‘had you a lover; did they sc pars to
you ? I never knew you had a 1 >vo
story—that is, that kind of one."
“Yes," said the old lady. "I had a
lover. You can have many lovers, hut
never more than one father and mother.
Folks think of that when it’s too late.
When father said that Cecil was Lord
knows who, and he should not come to
see me, I rememlier I almost hated him
for it. When mother said she didn't
like him either, I almost hated her.
Cruel creatures that stood between me
and my young lover—that was what my
parents seemed to me then; and I was
worse than you, my dear, ever so much
worse, for it seemed to me wricked that
any one should take it for granted a man
was not worthy of love because he was
a stranger, and I made preparations to
run away with Cecil and marry him at
Gretna Green. Everything was ready;
I had my jewelry in my liosom and my
little bundle on my arm, and was creep
ing out of a side door that led into the
garden when a hand came down on my
shoulder and a voice cried out:
“‘ My girl, is this the way you use
us !’ and there was my father.
“ My father's face was white its a ghost
and his hand shook as lie held mine.
“ ‘ Oh, father, father !’ I cried, 'if you
wouid only let me have my will in this
one thing. You can’t make a girl love
or hate by saying so.’
“He stood, holding me firm and fast.
“ ‘lt is Emeline who has betrayed
me,’ I said; and though they would
never admit it I knew the maid proved
false.
“ Well, they locked me np in my room.
How often I cried out, ‘ I shall die if I
am separated from Cecil.’
"I am very old, but when I think
of it the old pain comes back again.
His eyes were like black diamonds,
and he had an olive check and
full red li|w, and your men wilh
padded shoulders a fid thin arms and
legs and hollow chests wouldn’t look
like men, standing liesido him.
“ It was a dreary time and my health
broke down under it. I had a fever, and
when I was well again the doctor said 1
must have a change : so mother decided
to take me to the seaside; but first we
were to go by stage-coach to London and
visit an aunt there.
“It was the day of stage-coaches and
the day of highwaymen.
“Going over a certain common on our
way coaches had more than once been
stopped. The men were armed always
and the women trembled when they saw
horsemen riding toward them.
“ ‘Your money or your life,’ was their
word, and they kept it,
“‘lf we should meet the highway
men !’ said my mother; but I was not
afraid. I didn’t care whom we met or
what happened to me.
“We rode away from our home in the
bright daylight, and stopped for dinner
and to change horses at an inn.; then we
rode on again. It would be nightlong
before we reached London. I sat in the
coach with my head on my mother’s
shoulder, thinking of just one thing—
Cecil. Should I never see him again—
never, never, never? Would he not
follow me and carry me off by force?
Could I not somehow let him know and
escape from my aunt's house in London
and lie married, so that no one could
pari us ? Oh, I was so miserable—mis
erable. Nothing like making plans that
can come to nothing and burst like bub
bles when we have thought them, for
wretchedness.
“The S#mrtnn fnded out tha mu
s<t. The moon rose.
“ ‘See what a lovely moon !’ said my
mother. But I had not cared to look at
the moon since I saw her over the gar
den wall that night I had tried to run
away. Rumble went the coach, crack
went the whip.
“Suddenly there was a tumult.
“ ‘Gentlemen,’ cried the guard—‘gen
tlemen, I’m afraid we are to have some
trouble here. See to your weapons, gen
tlemen !’
“Then the coach came to a stand.
“The shrieking women clung together.
Four masked men rode to the door. The
coachman and guards lay in a ditch.
One of the gentlemen was bound; the
other was old and lame. They were
rifling his pockets while he was scream
ing. They took out a gold watch, a
£l)c (Diyctta.
VOL. X.
purse, and his snuff-box with diamonds
on it. They had already the other’s
money.
“Then one—the largest, the hand
somest figure—bent over ns.
“ ‘Don't fear, ladies,' he said in a soft
voice. ‘All we want is whatever valu
ables you may have about you.’
“Mamma began to scream.
“The lady who sat next to her fainted.
“We could not see the mail’s face, for
be was masked, and we were in the
shadow of the coach.
“‘Something shines on your finger,'
be said; ‘let me see it.’
“ He caught at a chain on which I
wore a locket with a curl of Cecil’s
hair.
“ ‘ Dou’t take that!’ I cried. ‘ Dou’t
take that!’
“ I clutched it. Our heads were close
together. I saw his chin and mouth
under his mask. At the same moment
my face was thrust into the moonlight.
“ ‘ Amy 1’ I heard him whisper to
himself, and I knew Cecil.
“M eanwhile something had happened.
Two gentlemen had ridden up the one
who had lieen bound waa free. For
“ Many lmd good birth, education and
manners. Yes, a bad man ! But how
could I hate him all at once? I under
stood that my father had been right in
parting us ; lint those lips had kissed
me—those hands held mine,
once tho tables had been turned upon
the robbers.
“ Then one had ridden away; two
were bound and one lay bleeding. This
last one was Cecil.
“ I knew now that my father had not
lieen wrong. Cecil wns even worse than
ho thought him. He was a highway
man, a bad man and tho companion of
bail men—a creature who cut purses on
the public road.
“ They were not all ignorant men,
these highwaymen, by any means
“ ‘The ladies need fear no longer,’
said one of the gentlemen. * Those fel
lows are not in a condition to molist
them.’
“ Then he said (men didn’t say such
high-flown things then): ‘ How merciful
is the gentler sex! It is compassionate
to the erring as well as the virtuous.'
“ For I hail torn my hand from my
mother’s, and knelt beside Cecil.
“They thought 1 pitied a wounded
robber—that wns all ; hot this is what
we whispered in tho darkness:
“‘Amy, you know what I am now;
but I love you. ’
“And I answered: ‘Cecil, I hate your
deeds without hating you. ’
“Those were the last words we over
spoke to each other—the very last.”
“Did you ever see him again ?” asked
the girl. “Oh, grandmamma ! never
again ?”
The old woman looked into her eyes.
“He was a very bad man, my dear,”
she said, “very bail; and I never saw
him again. I believe he dual a shameful
death one day at the hands of the execu
tioner. But, you sec, it was because I
have been young, not because I am old,
that I said you young folks were fools.
“It was a good while—yes, a good
while—after that night in tho stage
coach licfore I came to my senses sufli
ciently to thank dear papa for his watch
fulness over me, and be really glad that
I had never lieen Cecil's wife; but T did
at last, my dear—l did at last; and I
married my good husband, your great
grandfather—whom you never saw; and
we were always happy. The heart
of woman is a mystery and has been
since Eve, my little girl.”
A Personal Favor.
Here is a characteristic story of an
old man. A short time ago, when about
to enter his carriage, an acquaintance
was passing his house in Fifth avenue.
It was a prominent Hebrew financier,
weighing about two hundred and fifty
pounds.
“I will drive you down town,” said
the old man.
“Many thanks, Governor,” was the
answor, “the doctors order me to walk
down town every dny to reduce my
flesh.”
“Never mind the doctors; you just
get in as a personal favor to me.”
The two hundred and fifty pounds got
into the carriage and down town they
went at a rattling pace. When they ar
rived at Exchange place, the old man
began carefully to examine bis vehicle,
and said to his two hundred and fifty
pound companion :
“I asked you to drive down w th me
because this is anew carriage and I
wanted to give it a trial.”— N. Y. Hour.
A Righteous Judgment.
A righteous judgment, which is the
more satisfactory from tire fact that it is
surprising, was rei dered a few days ago
in Virginia. Just before Christmas a
young man named James Lucas procured
several gallons of whisky in the town < f
Covington for the avowed purpose of
celebrating the coming holiday with a
regal debauch. When the day came ho
proceeded to carry out the programme to
the letter. While he and several com
panions were guzzling the whisky, a boy
of twelve years fell into their clutches,
affording them the means of having
more “fun.” They brilied him to drink,
Lucas administering the whisky and
holding him up while he gulped down
the last of three pints. The boy then
=ank to to the floor, aud no physician be
ing within call, soon expired. Lucas
has just been convicted ot murder in the
second degree and sentenced to nine
years at hard labor in the State Peniten
tiary.
SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, JUNE 6. 1883,
GRANDMA’S KNIT STOCKING
TIIF. OLD UIITOM OF WINDING TilH
YARN.
A of tho lloiunrlcN thnt ( lini Around
it.
Tho stocking grandma knit; how
much love went into every stitch; how
many prayers wore wrought into every
round. Somewhere I once rend about n
nun, who bent over her needle-work and
ns oft as a tear fell from her eves upon
tho snowy fabric she w rought about il
and worked it with her deft needle, until
at last the strange design wrought out a
touching story of her loneliness and
sorrow. And if we could read all the
dreams, and thoughts and prayers that
grandma wrought with those patient
noodles, we would wear tho stockings
she knit on our hearts, rather than on
our feet.
For here is a dream of John, and there
is a tear for Chris’s Bobbie, and hero is
a plan for Will, and here comes creep
ing in a quivering strain from some old,
old hymn that is hallowed to us now be
cause her lips blessed it so often ; aee
how a prayer quivered all along this
round ; here the stocking was laid down
while tin' old hands turned over the
leaves of the liihlc that seemed never to
he out of her lap; hero the old eyes
looked out across the pasture and the
mowing lot down to the wooded hills
where the birds are answering winds ;
here tho old eyes slept for a few min
utes, and here is a knot.
All, yes, Philio and Annie are home
this week, and the house is full of their
children. There will be many more
knots ir the yarn lieforo the stocking is
finished. Who is the hoy whose fate it
is to hold on his extended hands the
skein of yarn while grandma winds it ofl
after tho romping youngsters who taunt
him with shrieks of laughter as they de
sert him. But never miml, grandma
comforts liim with splendid stories ol
Uncle Doc’s pranks when he was a boy
and went to school at Carmichael ton, until
the boy wishes the skein was five miles
long. And then lie is rewarded by a
great big cooky, sweeter than honey, be
cause be was such a good boy.
The only thing that took the edge oil
this reward was that all the other chil
dren got just as big cookies as ho did,
liecauso some how grandma's rewards
for the good lioy and girl managed to
include nil the other hoys and girls. To
grandma, nil children were good ; some
children were better than others, but
there were no bad children. A thousand
blessings, a thousand times told, on the
dear old face and the silver hair that
crowned the placid brow; on the wrinkled
hands and the work they wrought; on
the dear lips and blessed old hymns they
sung; on the dear old book that lay in
her lap, and the life that drew so much
of love and faith and help from its pages.
Iu every household and every nook of
the laud, in the city tenement and in the
roomy old farm house : in the mansion
on tho avenue and iu the cottage down
the lane, God bless grandma and the
beautiful memories her figure always
invokes.— Burdette.
Supposing a Case.
Let ns suppose a hungry man goes
into a restaurant, and orders dinner,
fie finds it excellent, and devours it
with a relish, Worcester sauce, proba
bly. If lie encores that dinner by
thumping on the floor with his cane,
and shouting “bravo !” until he is hoarse,
the proprietor of that hashery does not
furnish the enthusiastic a second dinner,
except on tho express understanding
that ho is to pay for two meals, instead
of one. A man goes into a cigar store,
invests a nickel in cigar, and, upon
lighting it, discovers that it is very fine.
That man may stamp tho heels off his
boots, but under no circumstances does
the tobacconist come forward, with a
gracious bow and beaming smile, and
hand out a complimentary cigar; at
least, we have never noticed anything of
the kind.
These things being so, how does it
happen that an intelligent audience that
has paid a dollar a head admission will
go on as if they were going to tear the
opera-house down if the performers do
not duplicate the programme and give
them two dollars, worth instead of one.
If the performance is so much better
than the audience expected, it seems to
us that it would he more reasonable for
them to hand over another dollar apiece
at tho ticket office as they passed out
after the performance was over. We
have never ol served any Austin audience
do that thus far, and we have watched
them closely as they passed out.
ffriAVEBS. —Lord Bute formed a bea
ver island a few years ago in the grounds
of Mount Stuart, near Rothesay, and it
has been a complete success, these in
telligent animals having multiplied so
rapidly ttxat any country gentleman de
siring to establish a similar community
can obtain a supply from Lord Bute.
They eat the bark of plana trees and
Scotch firs, and require a weekly supply
of fresh willows. All the ground about
the ornamental water in which they are
quartered is honey-combed with tunnels
leading to their habitation, which is en
tered at the bottom of the water.
The Oil City Blizzard supposes that
Macduff was a hen, because he was told
to lay on.
A WESTERN RANKER.
NVIORT NKKTCII OF A WINFONNIN
CONI* 1C KMM.MANt
Thr Rnllionri Ihrlnre AtrnniUr AlllcliHl
ol Dlllwniikfp.
Among the pedestrians on tho avenue
recently was a short, stout nmn in tho
neighborhood of sixty years of age. His
face was full, broad and massive. Eyes
gray, sharp, keen, under lieetling gray
eyebrows. Nose aquiline, mouth largo
and firm iu outline. The face was clean
shaven to tlu> lower liue of the heavy
jawbone. A shining silk hat, was well
down upon the bend. Tho rotund figure
was plainly dressed in dark clothes. A
dark green cravat, upon which gleamed
a ruby pin, made the only patches of
color in tho dork attire of tho pedestrian.
He carried his fat yellow-gloved hands
down iu the pockets of his overcoat as
he walked stolidly along. This man waa
Alexander Mitchell of Milwaukee, tho
President of the Chicago, Milwaukoo
and St, Paul road, and the head of one
of the richest hanks in Milwaukee.
Mr. Mitchell was a member of Con
gress from 1874 to 1875. He used to
have rooms at Wormley’s Hotel. Al
though he was worth at least #15,000,-
000 ho used to walk from his rooms to
the Capitol and return. He is very
quiet and unobtrusive. During his first
winter few people in Congress know
much more aliout him than the fact of
his liciug a successful Milwaukee hanker.
During the great financial debate of liis
term Mr. Mitchell prepared a speech
upon the subject of tho wisdom of the
resumption of specie payment. Mr.
Mitchell wns a very modest man, and as
uo one paid much attention to him in the
House ho did not expect to have many
listeners for his speech. One of his
friends who heard he was going to make
a speech thought he would prepare a
surprise for him. The friend wont to the
office of the Washington Chronicle and
had a paragraph printed merely giving
the amount of Mr. Mitchell’s wealth.
Then he went up in the reporter's gallery
and pointed out Mr. Mitel roll as one of
the great financiers of the West.
Nothing attracts so much attention as
a reputation for enormous wealth. In n
few days Mitchell became one of the
celebrities of the House. When the
millionaire finally arose to talk, if every
word was coincide into a gold dollar lie
could not have had more profound at
tention. Mr. Mitchell arrived here last
week from Florida, where liis wife has a
great orange plantation. Ho came hero
in a private palace car. He was ac
companied by his son aud heir, John
Mitchell,a swarthy-bearded man of forty
five. Mr. Mitchell came to this country
a poor Scotch lad anil made a great for
tune. One may think he owns liis
wealth to the great opportunities ho
found here. It is doubtful.
A school friend of his who remained
at Glasgow is wortli forty millions, and
he, too, started poor. Such men as
Mitoliell cannot help getting rich. Sev
eral years ago Mitchell went to Europe.
In France he mot Uia old school friend,
tho Glasgow hanker. The two wont alamt
together all day. Tlio Glasgowmun paid
all the hills. At the close of the day,
when the two sat down to dinner, the
Glasgow banker pulled out a card, and
turning to Mitchell said :
“ Sandy, you owe me #1.65.”
This wns Handy's share of the expense
of the day, and he promptly paid his
share to the exact penny, as a matter of
comm This rigid exactness in the
smallest of expenditures is one of the
common elements in tha character of
these two very rich mem. Yet, with all
this exactness and care, no one has ever
dreamed of calling Mitchell stingy or
close.— Washington Sunday Herald.
Two Honest to be Trusted.
A gentleman stopped his horse at a
tollgate, and not seeing tho gatekeeper
went into the house. Finding no one he
began to search, and finally discovered
the gatekeeper out in ttie field at work.
Although the old man wns quite a dis
tance away, the gentleman went into the
field, approached the old man and said:
“You are thq tollgate keeper, I be
lieve?”
“Yes, sir,” the old man replied, turn,
ing and leaning upon his hoe handle.
“Well, I want to go through the
gate.”
“Ain’t the gate open?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why don’t you go through? It’s
my business to be there. ”
“Because I want to pay you.”
“And you came all the way out here
to pay me five cents?”
“Yes, sir," said the gentleman, proud
by looking the old man in the eye.
“Couldn’t you have left the money on
the table?
“Yes, but I wanted you to know that
I paid you.”
“You are an honest man.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the gentleman,
while a pleased expression spread over
his face.
“You would have walked three times
as far to have paid me that five cents,
wouldn't you?”
“Yes, sir-, I would.’’
“Here, John,” the old man called to
a boy that lay iu the shade, “call the
dog and go along and watch this feller
till he gets away. Bet a hundred dollar*
he steals something ’fore he leaves th*
place. Arkansas Traveller.
An Animal's Intelligence.
In the summer of 1879 a three-year
old lieifer of my shorthorn herd sudden
ly disappeared. Diligent, search failed
to find her anywhere on the premises.
Late in tho day my herdsman, to my ut
ter amazement, informed me that “De
heifer is up in de Imm ohamlier.” Sure
enough, there she was. Hhe had elimlied
a steep flight of at,airs of fifteen stops,
turned a sharp corner and landed safe
and sound.
Hhe did not jump out of tho window,
iih at the time I was wishing she would.
What induced her to attempt the peril
ous feat 1 know not, for nothing was
there to attract her. Very probably in
escaping from the horns of one of tho
others she hnd started up a few steps,
and lining unable to turn hail been
forced to continue on.
I was compelled to have her thrown
down, her heels tied, and to slip her
down stairs on ft smooth plank. But
this is not all. The next fall, attracted
by the com stowed there, this same
heifer went up a second timo and took
two cows with her. You can imagine
my disgust when I found them there
quietly munching the com just ns if
they lm<l keen accustomed all their lives
to walk up stairs to dinner. On this oc
casion I was possessed of engineering ex
perience. To throw them down, being
ns tamo os dogs, to tie their feet and
slip them down ns before, unharmed,
was only a question of hands and rope.
A Laughable Mistake.
Tho Boston Advcrliter says that a
laughable incident occurred during the
recent visit of the American Society of
Civil Engineers to Lowell, where they
wore the guests of Mr. .T. B. Francis,
whose residence is in close proximity to
that of Governor Butler. Mr. Francis
had provided carriages for the convey
ance of liis guests (about seventy iu num
ber) from the railway station to his
dwelling, and as they moved slowly in
tho ilirectiou of Governor Butler’s place
many rumors were sot afloat regarding
the nature of the delegation they con
tained.
When within a short distance of the
Governor’s house a lady, who also re
sides in tlio neighborhood, relieved the
curiosity of the inquiring crowd by ven
turing tho observation that tlio visitors
must lie the convicts from Concord
Prison on tlieir way to pay their respects
to Governor Butler for liis kindness and
leniency toward thorn.
This “news” spread like wildfire and
a stampede wns instantly mode in the
direction of the Governor's house to sec
them alight and enter in. The disap
pointment of the would-be sightseers
when they discovered that, instead of the
Concord convicts tire carriages contained
only a lot of civil engineers paying n
visit to tho ex-Ib-esidont of their society
can easily be imagined.
lie Thought He Was at Home.
Those jiersoim who enjoy seoing a
haughty spirit suffer a full should have
been on board one of the sleeping cars
attached to a through train from Chicago
to Boston, a short time ago. Among
tho passengers were, a middle-aged man
arid woman from the remote West, who
hod evidently come upon sudden riches,
and were devoting all their energies to
advertising the fact. They were gor
geously dressed; tho woman sjiorted an
quantity of diamonds, and no occasion
for in forming the other passengers of the
wealth and position of their familv was
suffered to pass unimproved. They had
with them a plug of a boy, abont four
teen years old, whose restlessness aud
general bad manners marie all the in
mates of the car except his fond parents
wish him dead.
One morning after the parents had
dressed themselves, they discovered
that tlieir hopeful son was still slumber
ing, and the mother set to work to arouse
him. Repeated calls failing to have any
effect, she finally had recourse to thumps
and digs in the ribs, whereupon the
boy, evidently dreaming that he was at
home and being stirred up to perform
some accustomed duty, bawled out:
“You let me alone aud go feed the hogs
yourself!” A joyous smile enlivened
the features of the rest of the travelers
at this unexpected and complete “ give
away.”—Bottom Journal.
The Blarney Stone.
The expression, “He has kissed the
Blarney-stone,” is applied frequently to
a flatterer with a smooth tonguo and
ready speech. This famous stone is in
the parapet of the large square tower of
Castle Blarney, in Munster, Breland.
When visitors ask for the identical stone,
tho guide points to a stone several ,’eet
below the one usually saluted. The la
- may be kissed without effort, but if a
man wishes to kiss the real “Blarney,”
he must get some strong person to hold
him by tire heels over the wall.
The Albemarle. —A man having pub
licly announced himself as the individual
who exploded the torpedo which sank
the Confederao; ram Albemarle, the
Navy Department, at the request of Pay
master Swan, gives to the public the
official report or the late Commander
Cushing cr! the destruction, and also an
extract from sworn testimony of his giver
in Washington several years later, show
ing that ensiling was the man who sank
the ram.
NO. 20
STANLEY AND HIS RIVAL.
Frenchnirn Anxloiin nbont HI. df BrRXM’f
Deception on the Congo.
A letter from Paris says : In spite of
the nlmorbing nature of political affairs
in Paris at this moment the journals find
time and spsce occasionally for tho con
sideration of the doings of Mr. Stanley
and the conflict that it is presumed must
eventually take place iu Central Africa
laitwoen him and Do Brazza, tha repre
sentative (when ho gets there) of the
French flag on the Congo. Mr. Stanley
is doubtless by this timo ou his favorite
work ground again. Ho loft Europe
hurriedly. “Ho was already in view of
tho African coast,” says the Figaro,
“while we were dreaming that ho was
still in Madrid. It wus necessary to get
there ahead of De Brazza at all cost and
to prepare for him there a reception
which he doubtless does not expect.”
To show you that Frenchmen liolieve
that, a conflict ia probable or even inevi
vitable between the two explorers, I may
quote the substance of a letter published
by the Figaro recently from a oor
reKiHindeut in Brussels. This gentle
man says that:—“Persons whose author
ity and sincerity can not be questioned,
assure mo that an insurrection prevails
at. this moment among the natives of the
higher Congo, and that Btanlay will have
a very had reception when ho gets there.
All their sympathies are for De Brazza,
who won their confidence in a manner
very different than by the rifle bullet In
order to counteract this state of things
tho International African Association is
sending at this very moment a ‘veritable
small army to the Congo.’ Tire army
has been recruited to n great extent
among tho officers of tho Austro-Hun
garian army, to whom the superior posi
tions have lieen givon, and many have
recently passed through Brussels on
tlieir way to the Congo. It is to he a
military occupation of the Congo.
“ Two days ago I met a Hungarian
officer who has been engaged in tho as
sociation for an imimrtant position. His
name is Carl d’Obner, and he brought an
autograph letter from Crown Prince Rn
dolph to liis Majesty the King of the
Belgians. King Leopold was prevented
by sickness from receiving tho officer,
but tlio latter had an nudienco with tho
Queen and with tho Minister of Foreign
Affairs, M. Frore-Orbon. Tlio Officer
left Antwerp on tho 7th, on one of the
steamers of the association. Communi
cative as are all Hungarians, he mode no
attempt to conceal the fact that the ob
ject of his mission was to assist in
thwarting M. de Brazza’s projects and
even to capture the French explorer.
‘ trh werde ihmbald fangen' (‘I will
soon catch him ’) were the words he used.
These words, spoken by an officer in the
service of the African International As
sociation, scarcely harmonize with tho
alleged pacific and civilization mission of
tho latter. Belgium is seeking to estab
lish herself firmly on tho Congo, and tho
Belgian authorities evidently think that
the treaty marie by Do Brazza with King
Makoko and recently ratified by tho
French Chambers is of no value what
ever. M. do Brazza will have to bo on
liis rmariL”
She Raised Them AH.
A past city official, says a Boston
paper, was entertaining a numlier ol
members of tho city government at his
hospitable residence. The day waa Sat
urday. Supper hail lieeu partaken of,
and at its conclusion "a little game ol
draw ” was proposed, and before many
minutes the entire party wore deeply en
gaged in tho mysterious and fluctuating
fortunes of “poker,” ns laid down in
Gon. Schenk’s rules for the government
of that alluring but fickle game. The
timo flew rapidly and merrily, the blind
goddess favoring now one and now an
other. At length it, was noticed that the
hands of the clock passed tho hour oi
midnight, and the playors were encroach
ing on the first hours of the Sabbath.
But what cared they for that’ There
were largo sums of money on the table,
and the “ pot ” waa one of formidable
proportions.
“I’ll raiso yon #5,” exclaimed one of
tho players. “I’ll see that and raise yoo
#10,” shouted another in his excitement.
"I’ll raise the whole of you out of this,”
was the cry of a newoomer, as a female
was seen enveloped in her night clothes
and with a horsewhip in her hand.
There was an immediate break made for
the door, and some even found exit by
the window, abandoning the "pot" and
whatever other money there was on the
table; and ’tin said that some of those
city officials are running from that little
game up to the present time. The lady
of tlic house admonished her liege lord,
not over gently, it is to Ire presumed, on
his desecration of the Sabbath, quietly
swept up the money and betook herself
once more to her bed. There is good
reason to bolieve that the money waß
flnallj disposed of in charity.
Footpads. —ln addition to burglars
and footpads at Nice, some highwaymen
have made their appearance in that town.
It is reported that a rich American
family, returning to their apartments
late at night, had their carriage stopped
by some minted men, and were robbed
of their money and jewelry. The men
escaped, and the next day the affrighted
victims sacrificed the rent they had paid
for tlieir apartments, and left the place.
JAY GOULD’S PLAN.
** Kxteaalr* Tear t* the (ut Prapeaed-
Bls latareat la Certala Mtaetaa and
Oplatan al the Market.
An interview with Mr. Jay Gould is
printed in the New York Timet, in which
ho is reported as saying if his yacht is
finished liy next June he will probably
sail a month after. Tire yacht will ac
commodate a party of twenty besides the
crew. Mr. Gould does not yot know who
will accompany him. Ho will winter
noxt year in the Mediterranean. His ob
ject is to visit the East and India, and
nia second winter will be passed in tiro
latter country. Ho does not know how
long he will lie away, but haa arranged
hia affairs so that everything will go on
smoothly. Being asked if lie thought
hia absence would have any effect on the
stock market he said:
“Not the slightest effect. I have not
been an active operator in stocks for two
years. lam interested in certain cor
porations, and am contented with those.”
"Shall you take any active interest in
the market or business affairs while ou
yonr trip ?”
“I do not propose to think of lmsiness
while lam away. I have put things in
snug shape so that they will run along
smoothly until my return. ”
He was asked if he proposed to “get
ont" of Western Union, aud said:
“My interest in Western Union is sim
ply os an investment. I never hnd an
important voice in its control. Ex-Gov
emor E. D. Morgan, Augustus Schell,
Dr. Norvin Green and Harrison Durkee
have long been tho controling spirits of
Western Union. Ex-Governor Morgan,
who died lately, waa the second stock
holder in it. He told me Saturday, the
last day that ho was down town, that it
wns the soundest investment he could
think of. I was much saddened by the
news of Iris death."
“ There is another story that you con
template taking control of Union Faciflo
again.”
“ I am a director of tlfe Union Paciflo
and I have a moderate interest in it,
which Ido not expect to part with. Tho
gentlemen who are managing Union Pa
cific, Mesars. Dillon, Ames, and Atkins,
are among the soundest practical busi
ness men we have, and I can suggest no
improvement ”
“ How do you regard the market ?”
“Tlio outlook is good so far as the
lmsiness of the country is concerned.
The exports arc larger than the imports,
and tho balance of trade is running
largely in our favor, and likely to in
crease during the coming summer. The
changes iu the tariff aud the effect on tho
commercial and manufacturing interests
are unsettling. Tho action of the State
Legislature adds something to this feel
ing, but it is only a ripple. Tho coun
try will go on anil keep growing.”
“Do you fear disaster?"
“No, I do not. The country is too
rich. I do not think there will lie enough
securities made in the next twelve months
to supply the regular home demand.
There are now less of tho dividend-pay
ing stocks in Wall street than I have
ever known lieforo. The securities are
held for investment. The Government,
has been calling in ite bonds and thßt
money has gone into dividend-paying
stocks and bonds.”
“ How do you look upon American
securities ?"
“ I regard them as the best we have. ’
“ And American railroads ? ”
“The American rnilroods are equal to
the liest roads in Europe, both in resjiect
to equipment and superstructure, and are
built at less cost.”
“Do yon think there is an excess of
railroads ? ”
“ I think a percentage of the new roads
lire useless. Competing parallel roads
are a waste of capital. Tire majority of
Hie roads, however, are pretty well situa
ted and will pay."
The Ashland Murder
The jury in the case of Ellis Craft,
ono of the Ashland murderers on trial at
Grayson, Ky., after a brief deliberation,
found the prisoner guilty.
Two nights before Christmas, 1881,
Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Gibbons, living in
Ashland, Ky., went visiting, leaving at
home their son Robert, a daughter Fanny,
aged fourteen, and Miss Emma Thomas,
aged seventeen. In the night the house
was entered by men, who assaulted the
girls and then murdered them. Robert
Gibbons was also killed. Tire heads of
all three were split with a hatchet. The
men then saturated the girls’ clothing
with oil and set fire to the house, which
was burned to the ground. William
Neal and George Ellis, married men, and
Ellia Craft, a single man, were arrested
on January 2, 1882, on suspicion, and
George Ellis made a confession to Con
stable Heflin. On November 1, 1882,
while the troops guarding the prisoners
were on their way to tho steamer Granite
State they were attacked by a mob. At
Ashland the steamer waa overtaken and
another attack was made. The soldiers
returned the Are, and five or six persons
were killed and about twenty-fiva
wounded.
How to Make Potato Straw*.
Wash a pint of potatoes, peel them
very thin, slice them about quarter of an
iuclr thick, put them into plenty of salted
boiling water, and boil them until they
are tender, which will be in about ten
minutes; when the potatoes are tender
pour them into a colander with large
holes and let the water drain off ; when
tho potatoes are quite dry, sprinkle over
them a tea-spoonful of salt aud quarter
of salt-spoonful of white pepper; hold
the colander over one end of a large
platter, and press ujion the potatoes with
a potato maslrer, moving the colander
toward the other end of the dish as the
potatoes are pressed through it, so that
they will fall upon tho dish in long rows;
continue to move the colander from one
end of the platter to the other until all
the potatoes are pressed through and
laid in even rows upon the dish; then
wipe the edges of tho dish with a clean
towel, set it in the oven for two or three
minutes to heat the potatoes, and then
sol ve tlietu.