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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.