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PART TWO.
EXECUTORS’ SALE w W w ;
STOCK OF ESTATE OF 3^
EMIL A. SCHWARZ
—CONSISTING OF —
CARPETS, FURNITURE ASP DRAPERIES.
The high reputation which has been achieved in this business
during past years is sufficient guarantee of excellence of quality
in every department. These goods must be sold immediately, in
order to settle up the estate of the late proprietor. The public
will now have an opportunity to secure bargains never offered be
fore in this city. Will be sold
1 -=AT ACT U A.L COST
CARPETS. FURNITURE. DRAPERIES.
Ihe finest line ever exhibited in An endless variety of endless This department comprises all
any southern city will he sold far styles for the household, including the latest productions of the looms
below their value. Wilton's Mos- Parlor and Chamber Suits, In Ma- of France Italy. Germany and
quettes. Axminsters, Brussels, Art hogany, Antique Oak, Curly Birch, other countries. The upholstering
Squares, Ingrains, etc., together Walnut and Birdseye Maple: Hall pracucaT'and"an i ti 8 n _ umro f us
with a large variety of fashionable Racks, Easy Chairs, Easy Chairs, eluding everything neat and'de
Mattings. etc. sinfcle.
MUST BE SOLD. MUST BE SOLD. MUST BE SOLD.
IF YOU ARE IX NEED OF
FURNITURE, CARPETS, ETC.,
Now is the time to select from the stock
offered by the Executors of the estate of
EMIL A. SCHWARZ
AROUND THE WORLD.
Dr. Talmage in New Zealand’s Natural
Wonders.
The Numbers and Social Condition of
the Women of the Colony—A Covin
try for Artists and Scientists—The
Wonderful Stone Terraces Birds
and Flowers.
(Copyright. Louis Klopsch, 1894).
Christchurch, New Zealand, July 81.—
Excellent and superb as are the women of
New Zealand, more good women are
needed here. In most places where I
have lived or traveled women are in
blessed majority, and it seems that the
I-*rd likes them better than men, because
he has made more of them. There is in
most places a surplus of good woman
hood. and they, therefore, do not get full
appreciation. But New Zealand Is an
exception. In this colony there are 50,000
less women than men. This will by cir
cumstances be adjusted. There ought
certainly to boas many women as men
in every land, for every man is entitled
to a good wife, and every woman is
entitled to a good husband. The difti
culty is that war and rum kill so many
men that the man intended for the
woman's life-time partnership is apt
to lie in the soldiers grave trench
or in the drunkard's ditch. In
the Paradisiacal and perfect state
the womanhood equalled the manhood,
for there was one of each kind. The
women in New Zealand have already
done well, for while in the United States
and Europe the women are discussing in
parlors and on the platforms how they
shall get their rights at the ballot box.
that castle has already been stormed and
taken by the women here. After awhile
the brave sisterhoods in the United States
and Great Britain will band together,
and from the crowded parlors where so
many languish in inanition and inoccupa
tion, they will make a crusade to these
parts of the earth, where their presence
would be hailed and their op
portunities augmented. The theory
that men must go into new coun
tries alone and establish themselves in
mines, in mechanism or mechandise,
and then send for their families to join
them, is an overdone theory. The wives
and daughters and sisters had better
come along with their husbands, fathers
ani brothers. Instead of their being a
surplus of men in the colonies there o.ught
to be a surplus of women, out of which to
Pet the supply of maiden aunts—those
guardian angels of tbeeommuuity who are
at home in the whole circle of kindred,
tile confidant of the young and the com
fort of the old and the benediction of all.
- N ot only is there room in New Zealand
for more good womanhood, but there is
room for more artists and naturalists.
HERB ARE MOUNTAIN’S
nine thousand, ten thousand, eleven thou
sand, twelve thousand feet high, waiting
tor someone to take tneir photographs;
and while most of the mountains of the
earth stand stolid and statuesque and
without varieties of posture, someof these
change their sha|<o and altitude under
volcanic suggestion, as the man in the
photographic gallery, at the artist's sug
v' stion, changes from side-face to full
fane, or from frown to smile, and one day
a mountain turns clear round, or from
standing posture sits down with heavy
plunge, or a crevice opens between the
' heeks of the hill—a wide open mouth full
of laughter or threat. The changes in
'lie mountains ranges are enough to set a
geologist wild with interest, or send him
ruuning up and down these altitudes with
crowbar to dig or hammer to strike, or
tape-lino to measure On a night in
une, 1886, the mountains of Tarawera
and Kotomahana, New Zealand, had a
grand frolic. For many years tourists
had gone to visit the "Terraces,” as they
were called—ancient forms of volcanic
eruption. They were stairs of pictured
stones, step above step of pumice and
lava, reaching from earth toward heaven;
nut someof the stops of the stairs fifty
and one hundred feet high; not so much a
Jacob’s ladder as an omnipotent stairway
%\ft JHtofniug
FURNITURE AND CARPETS.
up and down which walked all the splen
dors and majesties and grandeurs and
radiances of day and night and sunshine
and tempest, of summer and winter, of
decades and centuries and ages. These
steps seemed to tie made out of pearls,
prisms, petrified hyacinth, lily, and vio
let, and all laid out as with a divine
geometry. Such curve, such bosses of
exquisiteness, such ascents and descents
bewildering with almost
SUPERNATURAL GLORIES!
Masonry smothered by invisible trowels;
walls regulated by invisible plumb lines;
colors put on by invisible pencils; sculpt
ure cut by invisible chisels. On the night
of June 9,1886, the moon was passing into
the second quarter, when ten minutes
after two o'clock the earth shook and the
mountains erupted. Standing, ten, twelve,
fourteen miles off the people felt the
sljock and saw the ascent of the steam
column and the red-hot rocks and the
volcanic ash and scoria, and the smoke
looking like a vast pine tree, according to I
the statements of the poetic, but like an
umbrella or mushroom according to the
description of the rustic. Those who
lived near the base of the hills did not
survive to tell the tale of the catastrophe.
The detonations were heard 250 miles
away. That was a cannonading in which
the batteries were touched oft' by hidden
dynamics. Such a combination of vsratb
and splendor were never before seen in
New Z,ealaad. It seemed as if all the hye
nas of rage were snarling at all the flamin
goes of beauty. The lake hissed as with
ten thousand serpents when the hot
bombs of the mountain dropped into it.
The malodors of burning iron oxides and
magnesia and chlorine aud alumina and
sulphur filled all the regions approximate
with suffocation, strangulation, and as
phyxia. Sixty miles felt the upheaval;
and from Auckland, more than 130 miles
away, a ship put out for the rescue of a
vessel supposed to be burning at sea—the
mistaken lire being that of this burning
mountain. In the house of Mr. Hazard, a
devout Christian man, as the ashes and
trees and stone began to drop heavily on
the roof, a Christian daughter, believing
that they must die, sat down at a cabinet
organ to play a piece of sacred music, and
the whole of the family joined in the
hymn. And all save one of
THE FAMILY PERISHED.
At the hotel a Mr. Baiflbridge, who was
on a journey round the world, called the
inmates of the hotel together for prayer,
and he told them they had only
a few more minutes to live; and as he
was passing out from the hotel the ve
randah fell upon him and crushed him to
death.
We talk about the dumb elements, but
it Is hard for me to believe that they are
dumb; and that the fire does not feel the
warmth flowing in its own veins; and
that the sighing winds have no sorrow;
and that playing fountains experience no
exhilaration ; and that the light does not
enjoy illumining the world; and that
the sensitive plant does not feel your
touch; and that the rose, with all its in
cense. does not worship. It seems that in
these paroxysms of the mountains, nature
must suffer.
That night nine miles of the mountains
changed. "The Terrace.” which had
been the pride of the Colonies, sank out
of existence. No one but the infinite and
the Almighty could afford the oblitera
tion of such resources of beauty and
glory. The casting down of such altars
and the annihilation of such temples
would have been an iconoclasm that would
have affronted the universe hut for the
the fact that the Lord who made Tara
wera and Kotomahana has a right to do
what he will with his own; and the Ter
races, already beginning to reform, may
be richer colored and loftier and more
resplendent than their predecessors. The
loss to New Zealand of
THESE WHITE AND PINK TERRACE*.
is what would be the loss of the Giant's
Causeway to Ireland, or the loss of the
Pyramids to Egypt, or the lossof Niagara
Falls to America. The exact causes of
this ujisetting and down-tearing and
mountain-splitting I leave to geologists to
guess aliout. Translating their scientific
accounts into easier language, it seems
that tho mountains were stiff in their
joints from long standing and went into
play For a great while thev had enjoved
no fireworks, and that night they il
lumined New Zealand with rockets and
wheels of tire. The dills went iuto the
SAVANNAH. GA.. SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1804.
games of leapfrog and ball playing, and
Hying kites, and boxing, nnd general
romp. They were exhilarated with a
mixture of gases; sulpnuric pnos
phoric, and carbonic, and forgot all
the proprieties that mountains
usually odsorve. But it was
not a comedy. It was a tragedy of the
mountains, and all the King Lears, and
the Maebeths, and the Humlets.'and Yhe
Meg Merrilees of derangement and horror
were that night on the stage, of which
the belching tires were tho footlights, and
flames hundreds of feet high were the
gorgeous upholstery. Tornadoes of ashes.
Furnaces, seven times heated, in which
walked the Deity. Grand March of God
sounded by the avalanches. The earth
bombarding the heavens. Dante's "In
ferno” lifted into tlie terrestrial. Maniac
elements tearing tho clouds into
tatters and grinding rocks un
der their lieels. That night of June 9,
that awful night in New Zealand, when
the native settlements went down under
the ashes o* bursting Tarawera as com
pletely’ as Pompeii and Herculaneum
under the burial of Vesuvius, seemed to
play accompaniment to the words of tho
old Book as much revered in New Zea
land as in America, an accompaniment in
full diapason, an earthquake with its foot
on the pedal; "The perpetual hills did
bow;” "The mountains skipped like
rams;” “The hills melted like wax;”
"The foundations of the earth were
shaken;” "He looketh on the earth and it
trembleth!”
That dowfall of the New Zealand Ter
races was only a conspicuous circumstance
in the history of the world. Mountains
are mortal, and they’ write their autobi
ographies on leaves of stone. All tho
mountains of New Zealand were nursed
in cradle of earthquake by a parentage of
rock and glacier, and they will have their
descendants. You cannot bury mountains
unobserved. There must be black pall
of smoke, and dead March sounded by
orchestra of elements, and thunders toll
ing at the passing funeral of hills, and
spaue of tire to dig their grave, and the
discharge of all
heaven’s artillery.
at their burial, and the solemn and over
whelming litany sounded; "Earth to
earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”
You see it will be well for geologists to
come to New Zealand. Ornithologist
ought to come. Last evening, although
it is here mid-winter—New Zealand's
July corresjionding with America's Jan
uary, although far from being so cold—l
was standing near the clump of trees
which still kept all their foliage, and
there were bird voices absolutely be
wildering for numbers and sweetness, if
the notes of the music there rendered
by the winged choir had been written on
each leaf, the rendering could not have
been more dulcet and resonaut. It would
take more room and time than I possess
to describe the ornithological riches of
New Zealand. First of all, ils
extinct Moa, whose skeleton stands
in tho museum at Christ
church- a wingless bird, or only
apologies for wings, but ten foot seven
inches high, neck like a giraffe, and foot
as wide as a camel s. This Moa, the larg
est bird whose skeleton lias ever been
reticulated, its eggs the size of a small
bandbox. What the mastodon was among
quadrupeds, and the ichthyosaurus was
among fishes, the Moa was among birds.
But among the living bird* in New Zea
land's aviary are the Whale bird, black
on the back and white on the breast
morning rising from the night; the Huiz,
a sacred bird of the aborigines—hut all
birds ought to bo sacred; the Parson
bird, so-called because the white feathers
round its neck give it the appearance of a
“white choker;” the Bell bird, wim voice
like
A CHIME FROM THE TOWER.
the New Zealand pigeon, three times as
large as the American pigeon, and more
lieautlful only because it has more ex
panse of wiug and feathers on which to
he beautiful; the Kea, that wars on tho
sheep, fastening itself on the back of the
live sheep and not relaxing but pocking
its way through the wool and the tiesh
until the slie<q> is dead and the beak
reaches tho fat around tho kidneys, for
which this bird has a special appetite a
habit learned probably by pecking at the
butchered sheep around the door of the
shepherd’s hut; the Htorm Petrel, like a
(lakeof midnight; the Crested Peuguin;
Fruit Loom, Mason's Ready Made Pepperill Linen Hock Largest Size One Berner Lonsdale
lard wide, Quart Fruit Jars, Pillow Cases, Unbleached Sheet Towels, corded. Cedar Tubs, Oil Stoves, Bleached Shirting,
•m t/ j _ _ yawls wifi®. yard will®
7c Yard, 6c Each. 9c Each. 15c the Yard. 12:1c. 98c. 49c. 7c Yard.
IrST LEOPOLD ADLER. |™|
and as— and
JiL A GORGEOUS DISPLAY JU
And the prices very reasonable, was the verdict of ever)' one who visited our display of Carpets and
l pholstery Goods on our third floor. Were you one of the number? If not, come this week. Many new
attractions will be offered that we did not receive in time for last week’s display.
WE ARE GOING TO SELL YOU SOME SCHOOL SUITS AND SCHOOL SHOES
For the children, also some Housefurnishing Goods, this week at remarkably low prices. Don’t ask how
we do it. Come and see. Every item advertised is a brilliant bargain star of cheapness.
Upholstery Carpet Department. Upholstery Roys’ Clothing Upholstery
Department . I (Third Floor. Take Elevator.) Department. Department. Department.
(Third Flour., Tapestry Carpet, USU- _ (lh,r " Fi ° ,,r ) (Second Fl„or-Tke Elevator.,
Tapestry Couch any sow at fee r>,,c Chenille Fortier ( . KKmFin „ Double Breasted Window Shades,
Covers, Extra Super. Ingrain, , Oil! taillS, I would pay three dollars for a I any color 29c
$2*7S. usually sold at 90c l)i>C suit, not so goocT. Sizes 4to 15? Art S juarea.
1 (BasemcnTT"”""™' R () dy Brussels, USUally 0 , H-* /, gj for Hoys' Wear resisting Che
3 mold at 1.2 9()C (BAsement > viot Stilts: sizes. sto !♦ years. < Basement.)
3 Deccr ited Chln * (nan.i*nt.l These should be Snout Tea St miners
l Toilet Sets, 100:0 Ofi tt 1 . z-a , .... ... spout lea strainers..... .Ic
]McreamPif.i:ji )c Jl y sob,at2sf?. et ’., usu 'sl. 17 ' “ l4c Three Big Values in MoW,wMo °'" ,c
I Wire Back Scrub | (J-, Coat and HAt Hooks to
.1 cm Monuette Carpet, lu ~rußb“ * Boys’Knee Pants.
TSnnelMlks, usuahy sow t *1.50... • V vz , i l Rmoothl,, ‘ f 15c Panic Perfumery,
3 usual 59 cents, _ .„ ‘ . IVUCC xd LS ah of the swell scents,
j . , ■ ■ • ! o- pound Smoothing i • lot of odds and oiklh
l 1 b° Se ’ Hosiery and irons . Ibc J^ n gg Pants ()9c 1 and * ounce, glass
: 19c. J , T-pmmd Smoothing |., ■ 'WK IKS? •°" 5 25C
1 Underwear. 2lc Knee I'anta <ISc ——— _
= , ~, wiV, Values continue to arrive ' ron * Hovs’ Cloth Round Toilet Articles
3 laundefed White . . . 2 quart Agate Iron f) /, , lAtiys VxlOtH, iXOllIm -
I Shirts, carefully cut ltl tIILS Very OOPlllar de- saucepans si'HrC Hats and Caps XOC Vaseline 4c
and made, linen ro* •st.tr iinv pnm *
som and bands,/, dp ~,,♦•quart extra heavy too
felled seams TilC parimcni. Ketlnned Same iTEo oIIOCS. Florida Water (Oo
- _ pans —’’C Buttermilk Toilet Soap 7 c
(Basement., Ladi es’ Unbleached s °, 8 Iron ft 94.0 Double Quick Selling -
American China Plates 9 c Cotton Hose full regular made *’ Bn! ' rtttinfopnanoc
t in. boup Plates Qc double heel and toe. usu il Silexo „ School Shoos [MIILS,
English China this week 1 72 C ,->C u ‘ guuta '
(up SOl . .Cl?/ v oxcf*li*nt duality
atM3na 78C Ladies’ French Lisle n-, o .rt High Pan. 25c 7c Marseilles patterns.^
il Men's Laundered russet boots, usual Me. this week. —">C L, r „ o \ . lßp 08 1()C 7 for Children's Hobble Grain. Spring ltll g F.annei
1 SSrRM“ Ic 7nC ““ SI SffltSaK: 2BC
. heel and toe, usual 10c. this week. ~DC Steel lllade Wood ,or and Youths' I’ebblr
3 Mail orders T v t r' Handle Knife and |/x., •''/ruin Spring Heel, Button Shoes; Mail OrHe r 5
3 11 ■, Ladies Cream Rib- Fork, per pair Kk sizes, 12 to a. iviun oruers
-CarelUlly ana bed Cotton Vest, low ne k Mil >/, gallon Crystal J;-, (X o for Boys' Genuine Calf School Carefully and
3 nrOmntlY illled sleeveless, tape* In neck and arm* | ft,. Glass Water 1 1.. t o shoes, laced or button; ilzei, 2 ..41 Gll<-w4
i 1 - * usual Joe, this week Pitcher * tofi; nh<)o wtore price sff. promptly tlllCCi a
Our buyers are shipping us daily hundreds of special things bought under the new tariff rates. You
= will hear from us next week. Look out for BARGAINS.
the Paradise l)urk, its name taken from
the fact that its richness of color sug
gests tho F.donic and birds with all
wealth of feather, and curiosity of
beak, and eccentricity of habit, nnd de
fense of claw, and audacity of flight, and
bearing all colors the white running into
crimson, like snow melting into the tiro,
the blue as if in some higher flight it had
brushed against the heavens, or yellow as
if it had nested amongst cowslips and
buttercups, or spotted and fringed and
ribboned and aflame until there are no
more fountains of radiance into which
they can possibly dip their wings. Oh!
for some scientific gunner to do for New
Zealand what Auduhon did for America.
But what I never knew before, the native
birds are dying out before the foreign
birds that have been introduced, and the
native
FLOWERS AllF. DYING OUT
before the foreign flowers. Although now
New Zealand is so abundant all styles
of quadruped, it had not, when discov
ered, a single quadruped, except the rat,
and a foreign rat having been introduced,
the aboriginal rat has nearly disappeared.
The English grass brought here has killed
the native grass. The bird* of Jmerica.
Europe and Asia, imported here, have
killed the birds of New Zealand All the
earth has been ransacked and all tho
botanical and ichthyological and ornitho
logical and zoological worlds have been
called upon to make up tlie present and
the future of New Zealand.
Yea. come to this "Wonderland,” all
who want to see enterprise and advance
ment. Daily newspapers with scholarly
men in editorial chairs, and reporters cap
able of pumping interviews troin the most
reticent and cautious and make a Sphinx
speak. Two thousund miles of railroad.
Over sixteen hundred schools with com
pulsory education, building up intelligence
for the present and affording no opportu
nity for ignorance In the next century.
Baths, thermal and chemical, miles long,
and capable of putting an end to rheuma
tisms and sciaticas and invulidisms that
have defied the mineral hydro
pathics of tho continents Jxiko
Taupe, so doep that no plummet has
ever touched bottom, and occupying tho
hollow of an extinct volcano, as a bright
child might fall to sleep in tho bed pre
viously occupied by a grim giant. ‘Yea,
come to New Zealand, the naturalists,
the artists and the students of men and
things, and come quickly for nothing re
mains here as it originally was, except
the mountains! and even the mountains,
as on the night of June 9, 1886, when the
walls of "The Terraces” fell down at tho
blowing of the trumpets of terror, proved
themselves no longer to be the "everlast
ing hill*.” T. DeWitt Talmage.
"Do you think your sister cares much
for me*” Little Tommy—Yea; shedidn't
think to kiss Fido but once after you left.
—Chicago Inter Ocean.
”1 little thought,” said Ardup, eating
pigs' feet at the free lunch counter, "that
I should ever be reduced to such extremi
ties as this.”—Chicago Tribune.
The crown worn hy the King of Koumanta
is made of metal from the cannon that were
captured from the Turks by the Koumanlans
at Plevna In 1*77
A SENATOR AND A GHOST.
Queer Story, the Truth of Which
May He Relied Upon.
Tale of a Haunted Ridge- I The States
man's Horse Shied Just Like Other
Animals Vision That Confronted
Him.
From the Pittsburg Post.
Around Burnsville. W. V’a , is a law
abiding and respectable, .though somo
what sparsely settled, neighborhood
which has been for years the proud pos
sessor of a ghost. A ghost which ap
pears in human form, which cun speak
when occasion requires and which can
repeat himself—that is, it sometimes hap
pens there are two ghosts. At first only
vague and unsatisfactory rumors at
tested the appearance of his ghostship,
but grown bolder with long residence
his visitations assumed more palpable
form.
A country road, which shunted slowly
from the river and crossed a heavily tim
bered ridge, began to he marked as the
scene of ghostly encounters. This road,
just before leaving the river, lay in a
long level line, almost free from shade,
and when the moon was at or near Its
full was Hooded with light. Always at
such a time, though at irregular Inter
vals, belated travelers began to meet or
pass in the road a stranger who. thirty
five years ago, would have been modishly
dressed, and, though his face was always
turned toward the moon, so that
the gold watch chain he woro glit
tered in Us light, his features were
always in shadow —no one ever saw
them distinctly. It was observed also
that he ucither gave nor returned salu
tations and was never visible save on this
moonlit road. People who lived farther
down the road never entertained such a
wayfarer, and the dwellers on Pine creek,
across tho timbered bridge, saw no such
stranger journeying past their doors.
But on the lonely rldge-road with Its
thick standing trees the ghost became
more aggressive. The horses of team
sters who drove after night recoiled in
horror from some object their drivers
could not see. And one, compelled to
leave the wagon and lend his horses for
ward, declared that he wrenched tho
bridle from a muscular grasp, and that
ice cold fingers touched his own in tho
dark. Be'that as it may. he has never
ben known to cross the ridge-road sinoe
by night.
VAN PELTER’S EXPERIENCE.
Hut young Van Pclter did not escape
so easily. Driving over that road
on a moonless night, his horse suddenly
shied and refused to proceed. He strove
to cncouragelt, when a hollow voice spoke
at his side: "Dismount, 1 must speak to
you!" Van Pelter avowed that it was
no humau voice, but that lie seemed to
have no will of his own ami he dis
mounted. "Swear,” said the ghost,
"Unit you will never divulge my secret
LTOPOLD ADLER.
tllll release you ofyouroath.” “I swear,”
gasped Van Pelter.
“kneel down,” the hollow voice re
peated, and tho young man knelt.
Laying upon his bond a hand so
cold it seemed to free zed Into Van Pel
tor's brain, tho unreal voice poured
into Ids ear a tale of such mysterious
horror that his listener shivered while he
heard.
“Go homo and remember your oath!”
the last tones, faint and far away, sighed
out. and Van Pelter did go home, but tho
result of this nocturnal meeting was an
attack of nervous fever which prostrated
him many weeks, and, though frank and
genial hy nature, he remained profoundly
reticent on the sub.O't of the ghost.
Then for a while ghostly discretion
seemed to bo In tho ascendant; no appa
ritions were seen, mental tranquility
ruled the hour, and dwellors on Pine
creek visited their friends on the river
and returned after nigntfall with im
punity.
This state of things continued until
Farmer Ball, having driven to Pine
creek, wax dolayed on his return and
found himself crossing the ridge-road af
ter dark. He drove carefully and had be
gun the descent toward tho river when
his horses swerved violently and snorted
with fright.
Farmer Ball looked to tho reins, for his
horses had pluuged forward with accel
erated speed. lie glanced to the right
and to the left, hut nothing was to bo
seen; behind him two men were follow
ing him. apparently on horseback, though
no horses were visible. But a bluish,
spectral light enveloped tho riders, so
that their forms and movements could be
plainly seen.
A MAD CHASE.
The taller man held something In his
hand which his companion made desperate
efforts to obtain He clutched at it,
caught at the hands of the tall rider, and
almost threw himself from the saddle in
his frantic eagerness, but the other
evaded him with singular dexterity.
Ix-aning forward, backward, sideways,
changing his burden from tils right hand
to his left, then elevating It high above
his head, he managed to keep tho prize in
his possession.
Appalled by the strange spectacle tho
farmer's mind at first refused to take in
details, but, after staring for some mo
ments with a horrible fascination, heper
celved that the short man was headless.
I and the object he so greatly coveted was
a human head his own, doubtless
which, however obtainod. his road com
panion seemed in no wise inclined to give
up. On they camo, but the distance be
tween tho ghostly horsemen and the
wagon kept about the same. Farmer
Ball’s horses were running at almost
breakneck speed, and their owner, while
he tugged at the reins, could not keep his
eyes from the strange struggle he was
witnessing.
On and on rattled the wagon down tho
rocky road, on came the spectral riders,
their bodies luminous in the darkness,
their unseen horses galloping on noiseless
hoofs.
The short man seemed to make one
supremo effort to regain his head. He
dropped the reins, rose in his stirrups
and threw himself against his opponent.
Tho tail mail held aloft the ghastly
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trophy with a laugh of demoniac derision.
There was a collision, a crash, and
Farmer Ball found himself with a broken
wagon, broken harness and well nigh a
broken neck at the foot of the hill, aud
his pursuers had vanished.
THE STUBBORN SENATOR.
Despite such weighty evidence, there
were those not a few who professed utter
disbelief in the ghostly character of these
"disturbers of the peace," holding rather
that some unknown party wus playing
mischievous or malicious pranks on peace
ful citizens.
One of tho most stubborn unbelievers
in tho ghosts was Senator S——, and in
spite of the laughing warnings from
friends the dusk of a summor eve beheld
him serenolv preparing to traverse the
haunted road alone.
The starlit night was oppressively
warm, the gentle gait of his horse en
couraged drowsiness and the senator was
half asleep as he rode down the sleep in
cline which led to the river. The
foot of the hill was almost reached
when tho horse—as other horses had
done on that same road -showed sudden
and violent terror. He snorted, plunged,
made a mad dash forward, but was re
strained by the strong hand and soothing
words of his master, who meanwhile
looked sharply round for the cause of tho
disturbance. Tlie moon did not shine at
that hour, tlie stars gave little light, and
It was some mouients before he saw tlie
object which had so frightened his horse.
From the outer edge of the road the hill
slunted sharply to the river. Some boul
ders were scattered on tho beach, aud on
one of these was "a shape which shape
had none,” describing such a ghostly
pantomime as Senator S had never be
fore witnessed.
In regulation white it towered aloft,
then doubled, gesticulated, writhed as if
in agony aud. as the sage law-maker de
clared afterward, came as near “filling
the hill of what a ghost should he like as
anything ho hud ever imagined."
A closer scrutiny revealed the fact that
while the ghost seemed endowed with a
a double number of arms aud lors no head
was visible.
For one brief second the doughty sena
tor thought of the headless horseman, the
next with a six-shooter In hand he thun
dered out;
"Who are you and what are you doing?
Speak quick or i'll shoot!”
"Don’t shoot!" gasped a terrified voice.
“Don't shoot I I’m Ike Simmons and I'm
goin’ in swimmin’ if I cun ever get this
i—d shirt off!”
And a plunge in the water told that he
haq succeeded.
Journalists, Farmers and Promoters.
From the Brooklyn Kagle.
A Journalist is a man who talks about
being on a newspaper, but is not. A news
paper man is one who is on a newspaper
and makes no fuss aliout it. A farmer is
u man who works the soil, and an agricul
turist is a man who works the farmer;
while a promoter is a man who works
everybody.
General Great heavens! What have
you been doing to the plumes of my hst?
Servant •-Excuse me, general, but l’vo
been using them to dust the furniture
with.—FUegonde Blaettor.