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A HARD WINTER ON GAME LIVING ON TRE BOUNTY OF KIND. HEARTED FARMERS, Deer, Gaunt with Roncer, Entering Farm yards to Feed with the Callie. A few days ago the New York Aur. printed a story about seven deer having left the woods near Pocano, Penn., and taken up their quarters with a farmer’s cattle in his barnyard. The story was read by several farmers, and has brought out reports of similar incidents in the towns of Bethel and Forestburgh, N. Y. As the presence of so shy an ani mal as the deer in the very dooryards of farms and of village residences is some thing rarely, if ever, noticed before in the region, the inference is that the winter has been the most severe one on wild animals in the swamps and woods ever known. The snow has been over three feet deep on the level in the woods, and the thermometer had ranged steadily below zero for more than a week in the Sullivan county mountains. A few’ days ago George E. Stanton, who lives beside the plank road, near Mongaup Valley, saw a large deer running down the road toward his house. It jumped the fence within a rod of the house, and leaped into the barnyard, where it made itself at home among the cattle, and began to eat from the hay rick. The deer was gaunt with,, hunger, and none of the farmer’s family had any disposition to disturb it. A young hound that lay on the back stoop got scent of the deer, and before he could be secured was chasing it across the Helds toward the Mongaup River. The snow being deep and covered with a thin crust, through which the deer broke at almost every jump, the dog gained rapidly on it, and when it was within a quarter of a mile of the river caught up with it and seized it by one of the hind legs. The deer kept on, dragging the dog through the snow as he held fast to iti leg. Stai ton and two of his sons, fearing that the dog would kill the deer, joined in the chase with the intention of taking the dog off and capturing the deer alive if possible. They overtook the dog and deer on the bank of the river. After a desperate struggle the deer was bound with a rope and brought back to the barn. It dashed wildly about for some time, but finally quieted down, and now eats as composedly as any of the cattle, if it is not disturbed by the presence of any one. One day last week a farmer living in Bethel township saw a buck toward evening leap the fence into his barnysrd. The barn door was open, and the buck went in. The farmer ran to the barn aud closed the door. The deer was feeding in a manger by the side of a cow. It was startled by the closing of the door, and jumping over the manger tried to jump out of a small window in tire opposite side of the barn. The window was too small to permit the pas sage of its body, and it hung wedged in, struggling violently. The farmer and two other men tied the deer with ropes, and got it out of the window by cutting away the boards. They locked the ani mal in an outbuilding. The next morn ing a doe made its appearance at the barnyard. Being frightened away it ran half way across a field and stopped, looking wistfully back. At the same time a great noise was heard in the outhouse where the buck was confined. The farmer went in and found the deer entangled in the rope by which he had been secured around the horns, and lying on the floor kicking and struggling. The farmer hastily cut the ropes for fear the buck might injure himself. He was no sooner free than lie prang to his feet, and dashed against the door which had been left ajar, and wmt bounding awav across the fields. It was joined by the dog, and the two disappeared in the woods. The next morning they were both in the barn yard again, and ever since then the farmer lias left hay and fodder in the yard fi r them. Them come every night oid eat it. A l eighbor.of the altove farmer dis '-7V < d a iiiick and a doe among his cat tie a week ago, and they steal back at ev< ry opportunity to share the fodder. Ail of these deer were thin almost to emaciation when first seen, but have in creased greatly in fljsh on the fare of the kind-hearted farmers. Deer have been seen among cattle in other parts of the county, but, according tc reports, some of them have not fared sc well, for in spite of their miserable con dition, they were followed and killed by heartless mountaineers. BEEN THEBE BEFORE. Mrs. Bright (guest at a littie dinner): "Oh ! lam so glad Mrs. Dash has come. ” Mr. Bright: “Why, my dear, I thought sue and you were great social rivals.” “We are.” “And worse than that, she is a particu lar favorite with our host, Mr. De Klum sey, and may be given the place of honor at the table. That would be mor tifying.” “On the contary, that is why I am so glad. In this house the host does the carving, aud the place of honor, as you know, is at his right hand.” “But what of that ?” “It will b» ’ . dress, not mine, that gets spin ’, a all over with gravy this time. ” — Phila. Call. Young Gadsby: “Say,Wagstaff, I’ve got a big joke on you, old boy. You’re so fond of hoaxing other fellows, some body has hoaxed you finely this time. You thought there was a Real Mermaid on board of one of the Cunard steamers, and I’ve taken a Whole Day and been on every steamer in port and Asked About It and, ha 1 ha ! there Ain’t Any Mermaid on any of ’em 1” A citizen writes from Dakota that he yearns for his old home, where a man can weep without his tears form- • mg icicles and there’s semethixg bettrn ’ thftp tjy tq bunk J @lje jS'iunineruillc VOL. XII. WHERE ARE WICKED FOLKS BURIEL ‘•Tell me, gray-headed sexton." I said, "Where in this field are the wicked folks laid 5 I have wandered the quiet old graveyard through, And studied the epitaphs, old and new; But on monument, obe isk, pillar, or stone I read of no evil that men have done." The old sexton stood by a grave newly made, With his chin on his hand, his hand on a spade; 1 knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye That his heart was instructing his lipa to reply. “Who is to judge when the soul takes its flight? Who is to judge ’twixt the wrong and the right? ■ Which of us mortals shall dare to say That our neighbor was wicked who died to day ? ‘‘ln our journey through life, the further we speed, The better we learn that humanity's need Is charity's spirit, that prompts us to find Bather virtue than vice in the lives of cur kind. “Therefore, good deeds we record on these stones; The evil men do, let it die with their bones. 1 have lalxned as s xt in this many a year, But I never have buried a bad man here." Truth Seeker. THAT DAY IN HIS BOAT. It was a wild night. The wind blew, the rain drove, the waves roared in the near distance. It had been a fateful day to me. Grandfather Delmar, with whom I had Jived ever since I could remember, had been carried to his final home that after noon, and now I was the last representa tive of our name. The wide acres of the Delmar plantation, originally one of the largest estates on the eastern shore of Maryland, had come down to me as sole heiress. To me also had descended the Delmar diamonds, which had blazed on the persons of the Delmar ladies. I say descended, but I am hardly correct, for these broad lands and these priceless jewels were mine only under the will of my grandfather, and that will contained a proviso which I had just learned for the first time. I was to marry Randolph Heath, the ward and adopted son of my grandfather, or else the entire property was to go to this self-same Randolph. The will had just been read. The fu neral guests, or nt least, the most im portant of them, had listened to it in the great drawing-room below, the walls of which were huug with portraits of my Delmar ancestors, handsome men and lovely, golden-haired women. "Charlotte,” said my aunt, when the reading of the will was ended—“ Cha rlotte, my dear, you must invite our friends for the night. You are mistress now.” “I shall never be mistress of Delmar Hal], Aont Mordaunt,” I said, firmly. She clutched my arm, her eyes wide with wonder. “And why not, pray?” “Because of the proviso. I will never wed Randolph Heath.” Her face whitened to the hue of death. She was a lone widow, and I was her idol; and she coveted all those jewels and rich acres for my heritage. For a moment we stood breathless. “But Randolph Heath’s in Australia,’ suggested a friend, “and you are mis tress at least until fie returns.” Poor aunty caught at this last hope with a gasp of relief. “So you are, my dear,” she put in; “we’ll leave all these disagreeable things to lie settled in the future. To-night, friends, we will shut the doors against the storms and be comfortable.” She swept off toward the glowing parlor, followed by her guests, while I fled away to my own chamber. The afternoon, as I have said, had turned into rain and the waves thundered on the shores of the bay close by with a hoarse cry, like a human heart iu pain. I paced my room restlessly. 1 could not marry this Riudolph Heath, whose face I had not looked upon since the days of my early childhood. looul.l not do it, for another face arose before me, in the face of the man I loved. A poor man, landless and unknown, yet who had grown so dear to me in the few brief mouths of our summer acquaint ance that to give him up were worse than death. Yet I was a Delmar, aud it was a sore trial to lose my heritage— to lose the Delmar jewels. All the Del mar women before me bad worn these matchless old diamonds; and must I, alone of them, be disinherited and dowerless ? “Yes. cheerfully,” I said; “since to keep them I must give up the choice of my heart. Dear, dear summer days 1” For it had been during a visit to a school friend, who lived in one of the loveliest counties cf Pennsylvania, that I had met, the preceding June, Herbert Stanley. For the first time in my life I had found in him a perfectly congenial soub We liked the same poetry, pre ferred the same music, admired the same scenery. Ah ’ what delicious days those were. We rode, we walked, we failed, we read together. Our acquaint ance soon passed into intimacy, aud from that ripened into love. Never could I forget the day, the blissful day, when my hopes became a certainty. Herbert had asked me the evening before if I would go with him in his boat. No knight of old could have handed me into the little vessel more reverentially than he did, How mtij SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING. MAY 13,1885. he looked 1 How strong and self-con tained I My heart beat fast, for some thing in his manner told me what was coming, but I was inexpressibly happy, nevertheless. He rowed for about half an hour; then stopping, he lay upon his oars, and looking me in the faca like a brave heart as he was, told his tale, though with many a hesitating word and many a look of anxiety. Should I give snch a one up ? Never 1 Yet the temper of my thoughts was such that I could not stay in-doors ! I left the house and ran down to the shore of the bay, having first thrown a shawl over my head. The storm and darkness was terrific, and the tide w’as coming in with a hoarse, sullen cry. The salt mist drenched my hair, the winds tore and shrieked around me, and overhead hung the pitch-black sky. Suddenly I heard a step and, looking up, saw Herbert himself. I started with surprise. "I have been hovering about all day,” he said. “I bad given up hope of see ing you. But still I could not tear my self away.” “You did not doubt me ?” I cried, “Oh, Herbert !” My look, my tone, even more than my words, reassured him. “Thank God !“ he said, drawing a deep breath. “Thank God ! It is not true, then, what I hear. You are not going to betray mo ?” “Betray you?” “I was told you were to be disinherit ed unless you married Randolph Heath, and that the temptation has been too great for you. I did not believe it. Aud yet, and yet—forgive mo, darling, I see I was wrong—l was fearfully afraid.” “Be afraid no longer,” I whispered, nestling to his broad breast. “What are broad acres and gleaming jewels to yout dear love? I am yours and yours only." He bent and kissed me. After a while he said, “I do not fear for your fidelity, but Ido fear for the persecution von may suffer. It is but a short walk to the little church. I know the rector; he was, I find, one of my old school mates. Be mine to-night and I will go away content. Not tilt yon permit it shall the marriage Ire made public.” “I am yours,” I said, "but let it bo to-morrow evening. I will tell my aunt in a day or two afterward. Poor aunt, it will need that time to prepare her.” It was arranged, therefore, that I should meet my lover al the same hour next evening, aud with a parting em brace I hurried iu, lest I should be missed. Aunt Mordaunt was in a flutter of ex citement the next morning. She had just received a letter saying t' Ran dolph Heath had returned and would be at Delmar Hull by sunset. “Now, Charlotte, (fny love,” she said bustling into my chamber before I was awake, "do try and look your best to night. Yon are a beauty, I know, but a charming toilet sets you off amazingly. Lay off your heavy crape just for to night and wear that white silk with the hly-of-thc-valley trimmings. You must fascinate this Randolph Heath at the outset; it will bo quite comfortable to have him at your feet, for you must marry him, my dear; you are too sensi ble a girl to make a beggar of yourself.” I only smiled in answer, and I suf fered my maid to array me in the dainty silk. But at set of sub, instead of receiving Randolph Heath in the grand parlors of the hall I was speeding away with my lover toward the old ivy-covered church, built of bricks im ported from England a century and a half before; the church where the Del mars for five generations had been married. In the soft glitter of the early starlight we were wedded. An hour after I was home again. But as I as cended to my room I remembered that I had looked my last upon the blinking Delmar diamonds aud on the broad lands of the hall. I had hardly closed the door behind me when my aunt entered. “Charlotte, you must come down at once; you must indeed,” she said. “Randolph is in the drawing-room and asks to see you. Don’t be odd. Here, Lucile, do your young lady’s hair. I stood uncertain. “Aud now, my dear, do put on your diamonds,” continued poor auntie, flut tering round me; “you should always wear gems, they become you.” “But, anutie, the diamonds are not mine,” I began, wishing time to think. I was almost ready, then and there, to tell the truth. But I pitied auntie and hesitated. “But they will be, my love, as soon as you marry Randolph Heath,” she urged. “I shall never marry him,” I an swered. “We shall Bee, my love. At any rate, come down and welcome him. That much is due, at the least ” This decided me. It was his due. As we descended to the grand drawing room where my grandfather’s adopted j son awaited us, I stopped for a moment ; on the stairs and gazed around me with almost a sigh of regret. In a few days i I must go out from the dear old place , disowned and disinherited. Poor auntie! the blow will fall heavily on her. Shutting my baud involuntarily over the marriage ring upon my finger, I fol lowea my sunt, my heart m my moutn. A tall figure arose as we entered and ad vanced to meet us. I heard my aunt's warm word of welcome, and then I felt my own hands grasped, and looked up. I cried out in amazement, for the stranger was Herbert Stanley, my new ly-wedded husband. "Can I hope that you will ever for give me?” he said, with a smile. “I am Randolph Heath. I have known of the proviso to your grandfather’s will for years. But as I wanted you to love me for myself, if you eould, I planned te meet you last summer. Can you forgive me ?” I looked up into his dear, kind face. ‘‘No matter who you are, or what you planned,” I answered, putting my hand in his, “I forgive you, for I love you." Then we told the story of our marriage. Aunt Mordaunt listened in horrified amazement. “Au indiscreet thing, to say the least, my love,” she said; “you might have committed a grave mistake. It is ail right, since you’ve married Mr. Heath. But really, my dears, you must have a wedding. Yes, in order to preserve the prestige of the old name, if nothing more, we really must have a wedding, and marry you over again.” Aud she did; and it was a most mag nificent affair. The old hail was in a blaze of light, and crowded with noble guests, and I wore point lace and the old Delmar diamonds. But I was not half so happy as on the day’ when I first heard from my hus band’s lips that he loved me—heard it that day in his bout. —— A Joke on General Sherman. The Washington correspondent of the Cleveland (Ohio) Leader makes Col. A. , 11. Markland responsible for the follow ing story: “When Gen. Sherman's army was at Goldsborough, N. C., Gen. Sher man made a visit to the headquarters of Gen. Howard. While there Gen. Sher man felt the need of a small draught of whisky to drive oil' the malarial effects of the climate on his system. Now, all the officers of the army knew of Gen, Howard’s rigid temperance proclivities, and were strict in their respect for them. Gen. Sherman knew there was no whis ky in Gen. Howard’s quarters, and, therefore, did not mention his wants tc Gen. Howard. Pr< sently Dr. John Moore, the Medical Director, came in, and after a little conversation Gen. Sherman gave him the wink, and said: ‘Doctor, have you u seidlitz powder in your quarters ?’ The doctor answered that he had. Gen. Howard spoke up and said: ‘Gen. Sherman, it is not necessary to go to the doctor’s quarters. I have plenty of seidlitz powders here, and good ones too. I will get you one.’ If there was anything in Gen. Howard’s quarters that Gen. Sherman did not want it was a seidlitz powder, and there fore be said to Gen. Howard: ‘Never mind, General. Give yourself no trouble.’ Howard was then getting the powder and glasses of water ready. ‘I will be going by Moooe’s quarters after a while.’ Dr. Moore was a great wag and quickly took in the situation and became a party to the joke on Gen. Sherman. He said to Gen. Sherman: ‘By the way, General, I don’t think I have a seidlitz powder in my quarters, and you had better take the one Gen. Howard has.’ By this time Gen. How ard had the powder all ready for use and handed the two glasses to Gen. Sherman. Rather than offend Howard by saying he meant whisky he drank the foaming stuff down, much to bis own disgust, to the satisfaction of Gen. Howard, and to the amusement of the staff officers.” * • • ■ Up in a Balloor The balloon corps employed by Gen.. Graham to reconnoitre Osman Digma’s movements represents a force which may hereafter become formidably effec tive in modern warfare, although the date of its first ntilizition in this wav comes almost within the memory of some men still living. The earliest ap pearance of balloons in war was during the siege of a fortress in Northern France by the Austro-Prnssian invaders of 1791, when an adventurous aeronaut thor oughly surveyed the Austrian line in the teeth of a heavy but wholly inef fectual fire directed against him by the • nragod enemy. The balloon comtnu ii'c itions kept with the outside world by Paris during the German blockade of is still fresh in public memory. Poor Co'. Burnaby, one of the boldest aeronauts of his time, had daring theo ries about the possible use of balloons in war which his own f< a s amply justi fied. The project of freighting a bal loon with small bombs, and dropping them into the enemy's ranks, has been repeatedly mooted, but not yet tested by actual experiment. Very Small Wages. It appears that the average agricui tnral wages in the County Tipperary is I from seven to eight shillings per week, aud for constant work, by which is meant I that the laborer must put up with the I same wage in harvest time when other I men are earning four to five shillings ' per day. Some of these unfortunate i serfs have to support several children, j themselves aud their wives an seven j shillings per week, ONLY A SIMPLE COLD. But this Is the Season of the Year When a Cold In Danircroiis. Nothing is more common than “a cold in the head,” which is a very simple malady if it is cured there and goes no further. But the membrane which lines the air passages of the head is continuous with that which lines the throat and lungs, so the inflammation in the head, if not arrested, spreads to the throat and lungs, causing cough and finally consumption and death. When the pores of tho body are closed, the ill effects are likely to be felt in the weakest parts of the body first. Some Buffer from colds first in the head, some in the lungs; in some a cold affects the joints, causing rheumatism, in others the bowels, in others the kidneys, and so on. When the cold has settled in the weakest part of the body, or in any part of it, all the lurking impurities in the system seem to concentrate there; that is the lowest point as to health, aud all the streams of degeneracy flow into it More people die of pneumonia and kindred diseases in tho spring than dur ing any other season of the year, and the reason of this we need not go far to discover. Shut up in close and heated rooms, the impurities of the body have accumulated within it. Tho skin, from lack of frequent bathing and from being kept from tho air by close-fitting flan nels has become inactive; the Jungs, from breathing impure air, have become enfeebled; and tho whole body, imper fectly and scantily supplied with well oxygenated blood, has lost its elasticity and soundness. A little cold taken when one is in such a condition is not easily thrown off; it is like a little break in the dykes that keep ont tho sea; unless stopped promptly it may open wider and wider till the river of death flows through it. The lungs, the skin, the kidneys, the bowels, are the great sewers through which the impurities of the body flow from it. So long ns these are kept wide open impurities cannot collect in the body. The lungs must have pure air, or they cannot perform their office per fectly. The pores of tho skin must be kept open by exercise, by bathing and friction, or they cannot perform their office. Tho kidneys must be sup plied with material for the easy per formance of their duties. Medical writers say that. Americans do not take liquid enough. We have no national bev erage as tho Germans have; we are not wine drinkers as the French are, or tea drinkers as the English, and ice water, of which large quantities are consumed by us, is not the best thing for us. Soups are recommended as meeting a want of our people. Water, hot and cold, chocolate aud its cousins, cocoa and “shells,” are wholesome beverages, and it is better for such as find tea and coffee “to agree” with them to drink that than not to take fluid enough. Con stipated bowels mean cold feet and a hot head. Exercise aud diet will cure those if taken seasonably. Boerbave's rules for health were these three: “Keep the feet warm, the head cool, and the bowels open.” These rules can be well observed by due atten tion to the sewers of the body as above particularized, for if there is a free movement through these there wiil be a corresponding demand for fresh sup plies and nutrition, and the functions of the body will be so vigorously carried on that disease will find nothing to lay hold of. The first thing to do when one finds one has a cold is to open the pores that are closed, to start into action the func tions that are suspended. Taere are various simple ways of doing this known to everybody, and we are inclined to be lieve that the simplest ways are the bast. Some can “work off” a coid; some can starve it off; sago tea in large quantities, drunk while one keeps in a uniform warm ‘ atmosphere, will cure some; a “wet pack” is efficient with many; a bountiful fruit diet is a good cure; a Turkish bath is agreeable to some constitutions. But no one can afford to neglect even a 'little cold,” since it may draw after it such large consequences. A Very Economical Man. A Maine merchant who always had the reputation of being close-fisted, failed and offered to settle for 50 cents on the dollar. His creditors sent a man to rep resent them all and make arrange ments with him. This happened 4‘) years ago, when what is now a city was a village with two narrow planks for sidewalks. The creditor noticed that the failed merchant instead of taking the planks, walked by his side on the grass. “What are you walking down in the grass there for ?” he asked. “Oh, I’m too poor to walk on the side walk,” said his debtor, in the humble tone of Uriah Heep. “Well,’’responded the creditor, “if you are as economical as that, I guess you will be able to pay us in full one of those days, and we won’t settle for 50 cents on a dollar.”— Lewiaton {Me.) Journal. A Spotter.— The Bank of France is said to possess an ingeniously arranged photographic studio concealed in a gal lery behind its cashier, so that at a sig nal the portrait of a suspected customer may be instantly taken without his OOWlfedge. NO. 17. THE CAPTURE OF NEW ORLEANS. The Story ns Told by n Boy who was Thcro When it Took (Place. From the Century War Papers we quote the following from the paper by George W. Cable, on “New Orleans be fore the Capture,” in the April number: “What a gathering 1 The riff-raff of the wharves, the town, tho gutters. Such women—such wrecks of women 1 And all the juvenile rag-tag. The lower steamboat landing, well covered with sugar, rice and molasses, was being rifled. The men smashed; the women scooped up the smashings. The river was overflowing the top of the levee. A rain-storm began to threaten. ‘Are the Yankee ships in sight ?’ I asked of au idler. He pointed out the tops of their naked masts as they showed up across the huge bend of the river. They were engaging the batteries at CimpCaal mette—the old field of Jackson’s renown. Presently that was over. Ah, me I I see them now as they come around Slaughterhouse Point into full view, silent, so grim aud terrible; black with men, heavy with deadly portent; the long-banished Stars and Stripes flying against the frowning sky. Oh, for the Mississippi! tho Mississippi 1 Just then she came down upon them. But how ? Drifting helplessly, a mass of flame’. “The crowds on the levee howled and screamed with rage. The swarming docks answered never a word; but one old tar on the Hartford, standing with lanyard in hand beside a great pivot gun, so plain to view that you could see him smile, silently pitted its big, black breech, and blandly grinned. “And now the rain came down in sheets. About one or two o’clock in the afternoon (as I remember), I being again in the store with but' one door ajar, came a roar of shoutings aud imprecations aud crowding feet down Gammon street. ‘Hurrah for Jeff Davis I Hurrah for Jeff Davis ! Shoot them 1 Kill them 1 Hang them 1’ I locked the door on the outside and ran to the front of the mob, bawling with the rest, ‘Hurrah for Jeff Davis 1’ About every third man there had a weapon out. Two officers of the United States Navy were walking abreast, unguarded and alone, looking not to right or left, never frowning, never flinching, while the mob screamed in their ears, shook cocked pistols in their faces, cursed and crowded and gnashed upon them. So through the gates of death those two men walked to the City Hail to demand the town’s sur render. It was one of the bravest deeds I ever saw done. "Later events, except one, I leave to other pens. Au officer from the fleet stood on the City Hall roof about tc lower the flag of Louisiana. In the street beneath gleamed tho bayonets of a body of marines. A howitzer pointed up aud another down the street. All around swarmed the mob. Just then Mayor Monroe—lest the officer above should be fired upon and the howitzers open upon the crowd—came out alone aud stood just before one of the howit zers, tall, slender, with folded arms, eying the gunner. Down sank the flag. Captain Bell, tall and stiff, marched off with the flag rolled under his arm, and the howitzers clanking behind. Then cheer after cheer rang out for Monroe. And now, I dare say, every one is well pleased that, after al), New Orleans never lowered her colors with her own hands.” ... ■ ■ "1.1 Battle Panics. ■ The slightest cause has led to grav est results in battles. Let a buttery change positions with a rush, running through a brigade, and those men must be handled firmly to prevent a falling back. Caissons in search of ammuni tion have stampeded regiments time and again. Let one regiment fall back has tily to secure a new position, and it is a cool line cf veterans indeed which will open to let the men pass, and then close up firmly after them. It is not the fear of being killed that unnerves a man fighting in the ranks. Mon who have fired seventy-five rounds at close range have been afterward stampeded by the fear of being surrounded ami captured. With veteran fighters the fear of being made a prisoner is perhaps stronger than that of death itself. A man falling dead as a line advances produces no conster nation. The gap is closed as quick as the men on either side can move up. But, let a man be wounded and call out at the top of his voice, as was sometimes the case, aud a sort of quiver runs up and down his whole company. Let a second and third be hit, and it requires the stern: “Steady, men J” of the cap tain to prevent disorder in the ranks. The teamsters were the direct cause of more than one panic. Being non combatants and unarmed, they were, of course, helpless, and for this same reason easily frightened. Let one sin gle shell fall among the wagon-train, aud nine out of ten wagous were bound to move. If one teamster abandoned his wagon, others were certain to follow his example, no matter how slight the dan ger.—M. Quad. The spirit of liberality is not] merely, as some people imagine, a jealousy oi cur own particular rights, but a respect (or the rights of others and an unwil lingness that any man, whether high oi low, should bo wronged or . uwjorfqpdi . . i STRAY BITS OF HUMOR FOUND IN TUB COLUMNS OF OUB EXCHANGES Mot Going to br n Dude-The Unfortnnnte Nleigli U'(!b— The Object oi the Ditch— llnd been there Before, J£tc«» Btc. NOT GOING TO BE A DUDE. A young lady, a Sunday school teacher In a church pretty near the corner of Gilmore street and Lafayette avenue, was on Sunday defining faith to her class of young Americans, aged from 6 to 10 years. She set about her task in a practical way. “Faith in anything,” she said, "is to believe that something existed which could not be seen. Sup pose,” she said, “your papa should tell you he had put ten dollars in the bank for you, and that you might draw it from the bank when you grew older. You did not see the money put in, but you know it is there because you believe what your papa tells you, and when you grow up and want the money you dress yourself up, with your gloves on, and your high hat, and your cane, and you—” At this juncture the teacher was startled by one of the boys, who cried out: “What are you giving us? Do you think I’m a dude ?” The young lady says she felt pros trated, and that it will be some time before she stirs up the question of faith again.— Baltimore American. a sleighing. “Then you won’t let your daughter go With the sleighing party ?” “Indeed, I won't.” “I didn’t suppose you were opposed to young folks having a good time." “That ain’t it. I’m not down on sleighriding, but Mary Ann has had her last one while I have to foot her bills. The last time I let her go she had to squall aud lose a ten dollar set of teeth in a snow drift when the sleigh upset. A girl that can’t keep her mouth shut when she knows it's full of money ain’t got no business in a sleigh.”— Chicago Ledger. DUST AND DUST. The minister had preached a very long, parched sermon on the creation of of man, and one little girl in the congre gation was utterly worn out. After the services she said to her mother: “Mamma, were we all made of dust?” “Certainly, my child. ’ “The preacher, too?” “Os course. Why did you think he was not made like the rest of us ?” “Oh, because he is so awful dry, mamma, I don’t see how they could make him stick together.”— Merchant Traveler. THE DUDE. flame tilings in this world Are hard to explain: The lighter the dude Tlie heavier the cane, The bigger the list Tho smaller the brain; Does any one know Why these things are so? —Boston Courier. THE OBJECT OP TUB DITCH. A New Yorker who was in Missouri lust fall found a number of men digging a ditch between two small lakes. “I can’t see the object,” he observed, after sui veying the work for a while. “No ?” dryly answered the boss. “The lakes are too shallow to be navi gated.” “Well ?” “Aud the ditch can’t be of any use except to the fish.” "Mebbe not.” “Say !” called the nettled New Yorker. “what is the object of your infernal old ditch anyhow ?” “Toissue SIOO,OOO worth of bonds on,’ was the culm reply.— Wall Street News. PERILS OF LOVE NEAR PITTSBURGH. Eulalia—“Oh, you false, base—oh, don’t you dare to come near me ! Take your ring, and leave me this instant I” Algernon—“ Really, Eulalia, I am amazed, shocked. What has produced this sudden change ?” “Oh, you are very innocent, very, you fickle, wayward Lothario. Never presume to speak to me again 1” “But, what have I done?” “What have you not done 1 How came that daub of soot on the end of your nose? Tell me that, you—” "Why, my darling, I have just been looking through a smoked glass at the eclipse.” • How stupid I am. Forgive me, dear. I thought you bad been kissing a Pittsburgh girl.” A Florida Jigger. A jigger is a little red bug about as big as the point of a pin, too small to witness with the naked eye, but O, lordy, how he can j g though. He or she, as the case may be, for no one seems to know the gender of the jigger —gets on your skin and goes philander ing around till ho finds an opening, a pore in the skin, for instance, and he crawls in out of sight, and begins to jig. You don’t see him when be goes in, or when he comes out, but you know he is there. The place where he has gone in begins to itch and smart, as though the little fellow was made of cayenne pepper, and you scratch the place, and it becomes sore, and swells up, aud it keeps you awake, and you are mad enough to say words that look bad in print, but it does not make any differ ence to the jigger. He jigs right along regardless, and seems to have a good time. A healthy man with fifteen hun dred to two thousand jiggers on his person would be a good hand to set np with the sick, as he could keep awake to give medicine. The jigger does not kill his victims, but he prevents them from enjoying religion. I think one cause of the prevalence of profanity in the extreme South is owing to jiggers. A church can never prosper as it should in a country where jiggers abound. By the way, there is a jigger at work now boring an artesian well beside my nose, and the more I scratch and dig the more he laughs and goes on with his jigging, —Pool’s &un.