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See. what a beauty 1 Halt-shut eyes— Hide all buff, and without a break To the tail’s brown tuft that mostly lies So quiet one thinks her scarce awako; But jiass too near, one stop too free, You find herslumbor a devil’s truce: Dp comes that paw—all plush, you see— Out four claws, tit for Satan's use. 'Ware! Just a sleeve’s breadth closer then, And yoar last appearance on auy stage! Loll, if you like, by Daniel’s Den, But clear anil away from Hebe's cago— That’s Hebe! listen to that purr. Rumbling as from the ground below; Strange, when the ring begins to stir, The fleshings always vex her so. You think ’twere a rougher task by far To tame her mate with the sooty mane! ' splendid bronzo for a showman's car, In either case ’twould a sage perplex To make them out. both woman and cat. A curious record, Hebe's. Reared In Italy; age—that’s hard to fix; Trained from a cub, Mtil she feared The lash, And leoynemher round of tricks; Always a traveler- 1 -one of two A womnn-tl|mor took in hand, Whipped them, coaxed them—and so they grew To fawn or cower at her command. None but Fiorina—that was her name And this the story of Hebe bore— Entered their cage; the brutes wore tame As kittens, though their mistress near. A tall, proud wench asevor was seen, Supple and handsome, full of grace; The world would bow to a real quooa That had Fiorina’s form and race. Her lover—for one she had, of course — Was Marco, acrobat, circus-star, The lightest foot on a running horse, The surest leap from a swinging bar; And she—so jealous he dared not touch A woman's hand; and, truth to say, He had no humor to tease her much Till a girl iu spangles crossed their way. Twas at Marseille), the final scene: This pretty rider joined the ring, Ma 'm’selle Celeste or Victorina, And captured him under Fiorina’s wing. They hid their meetings, but when, you soo, Doubt holds the candle love will show. And in love’s division the one of three, Whose share is lessenod, needs must know. One night, then, after 4ie throng outpoured From the show, and the lions my Lady’s power cnnp'.edid not go away unprovided with m >rey. .’ o event e or in (he history of Bluo Hock crca’eil such int nse excitement. . It was a tantalising mystery, and it was impossible to unravel it. The rapid pro- I gross of the war, however, soon absorbed j public attention, and the Dutton episodo | ceased to bo talked about. Sonic time ago, in a little town in Western Toxas, I accidentally ran against Jim Dutton. There was no mistaking the man. Time had dealt gently with him, and he looked prosperous. I slap ped him on the back with a hearty “Hello, Jim Dutton!” Jim turned and fell all to pieces, so to speak. Ho rccogniz-ed mo ymd shook hands. After u long and pleasant con- vers \tion, Jim snid: “Colonel, 1 reckon you would like to know why my wife and I left Blue Rock ?’’ “Well, you may explain if you feel like it,” I replied. Later iu my room at the hotel beforo a blazing flro and with a good cigar to stimulate him Dutton unbosomed himself to m s. “Colonel," said he, “it makes me blush now to think what a greenh .rn, what a miserable ignoramus 1 was at tho begin ning of tho war.” “Oh. no,” I suggested dep eciting’y. “ButI was,”c >' t nued J.nv “I verily believe I was the biggest fool in Georgia, and yet I thought I was the smartest maii iu the State. You see, being post master had puffed me up so that I felt as big as the governor himself. Well, after the Confederacy organized I went ahead under my old Federal commission, attend ing to the postal business of the Confederate States. One night my wife, who was a great reader, hinted to me that may bo I had laid myself liable for high treason. At first I laughed at the idea, and then I rummaged through some old histories and found ttiat in every civilized country whe-o there was n rebellion and a government officer sided with the rebels he was held guilty of treason. Now, it struck mo that our se cession was in fact a rebellion, and if wo were whipped, as 1 feared we would bo, I would be in a bad box. . I told my wifo AVERy CUNCMAN’S , , y Had linen made to fool, with lash that scored about it, and sho reminded mo Iliad ft And hour- that C ° Wed th8m ’ “ BUUrli,lg copy of Blaekslone, and advised me to 'read up on the punishment of trenson.” (Thoy were just in tho mood for pleasantry Of those holidays whon saints were thrown To beast, and the Homans, entrance-free, Clapped hands)—that night, as she stood alone. Fiorina, Queen of tho Lions, call Sir Marco toward her, while her' Still touched the spring of a door that Her subjects safe within Lion-land. He came there panting, hot from the ring, Bo brave a figure that one might know Among all his tribe he must be king— If in some wild tract you met him so. ‘‘Do you love me still,” she asked, “as when You swore it first!" “Have never a doubt I” “But I have a fancy—men are men, And one whim drives another out.” “What fancy! Is this all! Have done; You tire me." “Look you, Marco! oh, 1 should die if another woman won Your love—but would kill you first, you know I” “Kill me! nnd how—with a jealous tongue!” “Thus!” quoth Fiorina, and slipped the bolt -t* Of the cage's door, and headlong flung Sir Marco, ere he could breathe, the dolt! Flump on the lion he bounced, anil fell Beyond, and Hebe leapt for him there— No need for their lady’s voice to toll Tho work in hand for that ready pair. They say ono wouldu’t have cared to see The group commingled, man and beast, * Or to hear the shrieks unit roars—all three— One rod, the feasters and tho feast! Guns, pistols blaced, till the lion sprawled, Shot dead, but Hobo held to her prey And drank his blood, while keepers bawled And their hot irons made yon scars that day. But the woman! True, I had forgot: Bhe never flinched at the havoc made, Nor gave one cry, but there on the spot Drove to the heart her poniard-blade, Straight, like a man, and fell, nor stirred Again; so that fine pair were dead; One lied, and the other kept her word— And death pays debts, when all is said. So they hustled Hebe out of France, To Sp ’ V' cu a moment, and then Dutton pattsei snid: | “You see I was so ba lly seared that I was afraid to consult anybody, and bo- side there was no lawyer at Blue Hock. I had heard a heap about Blackstone and supposed everything in it was the law of tho land. So that night I got the book down and my wife and I looked through it. I give you my word that what we read made our hair stand on end. Why, sir, we learned from that book that I was liable to be convicted of treason, drawn to the place of execution on a hurdle, hanged, divided into four quarters, beside forfeiting my property and having my blood corrupted. My wife burst into "a fit of tears and throw her arms around my neck. I blubbered u little, too. “ ‘Just to think,’ said my wife, ‘that my Jimmie must be cut into four quarters like beef, and be hanged, and all sorts of horrid things.’ “ ‘It is bad,’ I said, ‘and then I see my blood is to be corrupted.’ “ ‘How can that hurt you?’ asked my wifo, ‘after you are dead?’ “ ‘Dunno,’ I said, ‘but I don’t like the idea.’ “Well, the long and short of it was, we decided to skip. I made my arrange ments about the property as you know, and we slid out one Saturday night. We never stopped till we got away out here. It was on the frontier then, nnd bless your soul, the war never bothered us. j We never saw a soldier.” “But,” said I, “didn’t you find out very soon that your fears were without ; foundation?” “No, sir; it was years and years belbre I felt safe. In fact it was some time after the wftr ended. I had begun to accumulate property. My ranch was turning out well, and I had leisure to read books and newspapers. You bet I looked up that treason business, and found what a monumental fool I had made of myself.” I leaned back in my chair and laughed heartily. “Oh, you may laugh,” said Dutton, “but my folly nnd ignorance were the making of me.” “You would have done well if you had remained in Georgia," I replied. ., , , , .. .. j “No, I wouldn’t. I’d stuck to Blue When the war broke out Jim Dutton j ’ n(1 perh . ms bc , n postmaster there was the postmaster at Blue Rock He , t ; ft J, of $7S ' n V(MlI , Now i had held the position for a number of , ranch worth «1<i0 000. 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BUY NO OTHEE (WWW HKATI00RBC. durability. / Th« fluting I. very deep, holilin. in oro water, end con.oqncntly doing bettor w..hlng than any vruh board in tbs market. Tb. frame 1. mule of hard Wood, and held togotherwlth an Iron bolt run ning through n tube formed oc the lower edgn oftb. cine, thus binding thg whole together |ln thomo.t aub- .tenti.lm.nner, and producing a wuh board whloh for economy,no.ll.nc. ud dur ability t. nnqusatlonsbly tb. liwt In the world. W. find «o many dealer, that object to our board an account of tte DUHABILITT, aaytng “It wlU lut too long, w* can never ocll a .uaiomer bnl on.." W. tax. thl. moan, to advlM ooniumon t* INtIHT npon having the • •RTH STAR WASH ROAR Du rgg Mar in tub cnoKir. bnfMcnd by PFiNSOHUDT, DOME * 00., tag A 290 Wggt Polk St., Chicago, III. years, and no man in the settlement stood higher. Jim’s strong point was his honesty. lie had very little book-learn ing, and was ignorant of the ways of the world. Still, with the assistance of his wife, a charming little woman, he suc ceeded in managing the business of the postoflieo in such a manner as to give general satisfaction. While the new Confederate govern ment was getting its affairs in order, the old machinery organized under the knocked about in the world. I go every year to St. Louis and New Orleans, and I am beginning to enjoy life. Come home with me nnd sec. I live only twenty miles from here.” I had to decline tho invitation, as I was going to leave tho next day. “You can tell the boys, if you like,” said Jim, at parting. “Some of those Blue Rock fellows are as green as I used to he, and I don’t care what they may think about it. And, Colonel, tel 1 them EXTRA LICHT DRAFT Mule Sulky Plw The Bluegrass. Favorite Carriage Co., CINCINNATI, OHIO, WUOLE8ALK MANUrAOTURKRB OF VKHB BUGGIES, SURREY8, PHAETONS, CARRIAGES. Best iu the world at tho price. Ask your dealer for them. If not handled in yonr f ilace, write us direct. Will send Cata- oguc and Lithographs. ,. .. ° " , . ! think about it. Anu, uoionel, tell them Lmtcd States authority continued to th , t Jne and thc oW WO man.are getting I run on. This was a public necessity, as . - ust gplendi(li llnd tllat my tw0 ; the postmasters could not all be changed . gons un( j two daughters are the finest lads ! in an instant, or be recommissioned. As a clever Georgian, though not a strong Confederate, Jim Dutton held on under the new regime and did his duty. But it was only for a couple of weeks. One Monday morning the villagers found the postofticc closed, nnd investigation dis closed thc fact that Dutton and his wife had mysteriously disappeared. The money and accounts of the office turned out to be all right, and nobody could understand why Jim and his wife should have slipped off at night without leaving a clue. It was ascertained that a day or two before their departure the postmaster mortgaged his cottage and furniture for almost their full value as security for a loaa which he had obtained. So the and lasses in Texas." As I rode off I turned when I came to thc first hill-top, and a half mile hclorj in the village street I could see. the ex postmaster of Blue Hock waving his som brero after me.—Atlanta (Oa.) Countitu- tion. The Blood at u Gallop. Just before mounting our horses (on the.morning of thc second day’s fight), it occurred to me to ascertain the pulsations of the human system in tho excitement of going into battle. I requested my medical director, Dr. Brodie, to examine the pulse of myself and staff. He found that they varied from ninety to 130.— Oeneral Beauregard, Tho LADLES’ FAVORITE, because it is LIGHT RUNNING and docs such beautiful work. Agents’ Favor- ite,because it is aquick and easy seller. AGENTS WASTED liTUNOCCUPIED TERRITORY. ■mVD FOR OIROPIiAH. JUNE MANUFACTURING CO. 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