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About The Cherokee advance. (Canton, Ga.) 1880-19?? | View Entire Issue (Nov. 11, 1881)
CHEROKEE ADVANCE CANTON. GEORGIA. .(non* JTft MOIIT OF HOME. SATBKMKB K. rn»WAT. /’a* fhnro> In afght, the whore* a In a!ght 1 The )on|wl-fcir light* of bone 1 wo 1 l Pina for very WCa delight— ua*. tiL'H'l, through dark and bright I know that you aro glad for iua. ft wap n atomy toy age, friend— And dare I dream Uw want la o'lrt Drear |ire«ig*ft of hapten* rnd OUn\*iy luaboti y 4 boa\an defend! Fhi]wbavf gono -.wn In right of abort t ohglil to tm afraid, t know, My wayward fiaat rttfn*rul*Hnc ; frt, ralpily iefo port I g«\ Dbo^a ** Burenin oonla” werra me ao T How it It I am fain to ting ? t»it l>oceuao tug mother atanda— The -virgin-mother, fair and wire— luat whrro the Travel break on the wan At •a^ita^t#^* iiai aalioiring hand*, ^IXtflig «o tjvxl he/ praying oyca ? 9,frl*nd % I’nl drifting from your right— The home-light* hrigliton momently — fet Mt imoo more ymir aignrl-Hght, In aaawrr to my u,«t g<v d-nlght, ind tell nu you are gtad for mef » A VOhtVKM AS’S MISTAKE. ,It wux a dull, rainy day, toward the cud of August—one o( theme days when earth and skv alike tiri> pray and dreary, and tlur raindrops pattering against the window sound like human sobs. The dock flint hung against, the wnll pointed to the hour of 3 in the afternoon, and I wiut sitting ,by myself ill our little in ner ojllcc, looking out at tho expanse of dull, gray wall Unit formed my only proapeet from the not ovrr-olenn win dow, and thinking, I had read every squnre itieti of type in tho newa;ia]iera; 1 had made out all the ticOt’iMry papers ami ilocntownto, utul now, with literally " nothing lo d'>,” I wuh musing about Kitty Elton, and wondering bow long it would be buforo 1 ahouhl be able to marry her, Denr little Kitty I Nile was sx snrpe» and ns patient as it was in tho nature of a tvOriuiu to be, bnt 1 knew it was a hard life i,.i her in that ovorerowdod milli ner's work-room, day after day and motillt a ter month, ami 1 longed to set her flee from iHG monotonous captivity. Hhe wiw a pretty, blue-eyed girl of 20, with a dimple in her chin, am hoswixit- esi roses on her cheek that ever inspired I tie pell of II [xx't. 1 WHS III) |ss't, yet I think 1 understood and appreciated all . her womanly grace and deliento beauty ua fully as i[ my heart's thoughts eotild shape themselves into Verse, And it was of them 1 was tlilnkirfg when the door opened ami Mr. Cion nor came in. Alf. ,CJemnr wasjpur "eUist" it dark, silent littlo man, with square, stern metith iui.1 eloutlwl gray oyM/Ahifh iq>- pekioit almost expressionless fclum they l 1 )*. Vei4> tfirtn’fl' fxtfT upon you, uud yet V'Hleli aft 1 mod ♦') st e every tiling at a "l* 1 ^ l ' ,u ‘J 1 ' WP. " Meredith,”, lie Haul in a quiet, sub' Uyed tojii^ JJyjt was natural to’him, t " r'm 11 !'. > ou »''«•» geOiag tired et .llllllll ntV i,!.' „ ^ "»»vt .■] V ‘*rWj lV, i llaNo something for yym to i.a— fle.l’# t J . It " What is it, sir ?” ' * tiling Cut will tiring you birth i : Jnl Jignjs, if you manufe it sKilHimy- I had intended to go oiyself 1,1 .I.hq^swfnuistanres luqipeu uutowardiy, |t( « ■ olid I ahull send yon instead.” Ttemling his Jiend toward me and •pen alty scarcely above a whisper, he ► >• . Vhl me the sjx*ci V business on xvlucli 1 was fh m sent, 'Thera hnd lieiu, it seems, u series at very heavy lingerie, bib ly 'coiunrhtv'd, with n boldness and 1 UndftMfV tluit fairly seemed to sii tho wnMioi'H-tes nt> defiance. For soiuritimn J he Mad been In Jpubt as tp tlyo exact *** W-AVi (. ‘ hut, after M ^ ^l*'Vjiefratoi, a/ thy crime, muon quiet investigation and eiiting lilUiTf ^iild U^ilfmr, lioliad detcetoil the' . likjiien’ jsi'qjiig—yuo Pcrlsy Mattefoii— who had skillfully eludod all pufsuit, ,j nuil was nuw icjia* nluuo hiiLiug id tJm ,41 ■■ Quraheuatcra portion of the State, llis ■-bihrreaknits • hft<l life 11 usccrtalnaii as ^ . tyiij'ly as pmsyhlr, slid it was for ipe to go quietly up and apprehend hint, be fore he should become aware of our' kturwledg^yrf alt liis movements. I snt listening to all tho vafionij de- - ' tails of our plan us they w, re sketched otit Uy Mr. Cleaner. The reward that hud been privately ntiered won high.— my lnxirt leaped ns 1 reflected how nmeli 'nearer if would bring mo to Kitty 1’Jtou, nor dtfl thrt enferprise seem partieiijarly difficult to aeeomplish. "Poybu tliiuk you can do it?" Mi. Oleiinur naked, after the whole thing had been hud before me. “ Ten, sir. When shall I start ? ” II Now—within halt an hour.” “Yes , why not? ’ 1 eonld think of no sufficient reason “ except onb, which 1 did not euro to com- 41 ' muuieato t<n,my superior—the longing wish to see Kitty once more before I it«rted, “,Tusl as yon aeeiile, MV. Clenner, of oonrse,” I anid, rising. “ If I take the 4 o'clock express I shall be there by day light to-morrow morning.” ‘‘Yes ; anil that is altogether the best ■j • -.plan. lie wifi not remain long in any one place just at present, depend upon it and wlint vou have to do must be * ( . ,4°P* at oupe.” . Ail through t)*at long night journey I mused to myself ujion the task that lay before me. Tho house to which 1 was direotod was iu the midst of woods, about 'V'7* . ttaif a mile beyond the village ct ' . . PrtjwirviMe—the residence of Mrs. Mat- • tenon, the mother of the audacious forg- «»'■>; feV.' If help was needed I was fully au- - !ct th'qnzed.to call for itupon the constab- .. **?V niiy’aulliorities ‘ of Drownville, but I - 1 '’ ex|)(‘Ctc<l tq nijed ngue. i** “ 'The rosy dawn was just flushing tho ' •• T - ^yteA's] nr wheii l alightoj, stiff, weary niv heart? Clara evidently thought " i.O low Rr • 1- & : stoa* | % j!' , .S.d 0 and jaded, from tho train, st the little way ststion of Drownville, “ Oxn yon direct me to Mrs. Matte- son's plaoe I" I asked of th« sleepy ststion -master, who was yawning behind the little ftjiertare of the ticket office. “ Matteson—Mrs. Mstteson 5 I don’t know her, but I guess likely I oan tell you where the lives. Jnat yon follow the main street of the village out about half a mile, end ye'll oome to a patch o’ woods with bars at the fence. Go through them bars a little further nu, and ye’ll see a little yr.llor house, juit the last plsce iti the world where you’d exjioot to see a house. That's where Mrs. Mstteson lives." I thanked my informant, and set out on a brisk walk, carrying iny traveling bag. It was quite n distance ere I emerged from the suburbs of the “maiu street ’’ into n quiet anil secluded road, or, rather, Inuc, Tho “ patch o’ woods,” with the bars, and the “ little yaller house ”—a cream-colored cottage, liter ally overgrown with honey-sucklos— rewarded my search, and as I knocked st the door s clock somewhere inside struck 7. A decent-looking, elderly woman in widow’s weeds came to the door. “ Is Mr. Mstteson in ? Mr. Parley ! ” " No,” she answered quickly, with, as I imagined, rather a confused look. ] did not believe her, anil asked quietly: “ When do you expect liiui homo?” *’ Not at present.” Apparently she expected mo to go away, lint, instead, I sleppod in. “ Mother,” asked n soft voice at tho head of the stairs, " who Is it ?” And then for the first time I became aware that some one bail boon watching our colloquy f,mu me head of the stall. —a young girl, itresaed, like the mother, in deep block, with very brilliant eyes, and a profusion of jet-black ringlets. “ Homo one to boo your brother.” Khs enme half way down the stairs, pushing hack her curls with one hand, and looking at 1110 with wondrous eyes. Even then her beauty struck me as I •tood paring at her. “Terry is not nt home,” she sniil, hurriedly. “ He has gone away. We do not know when lie will return.” Evidently this mother mid daughter wi re in tliuneerutof Mattesnu’s villainy, and were doing their best to noreen him from its consequences. My heart bh-d for both of them, hut it was no tiuio to indulge in sentimentality, .Speaking as briefly as 1 could I told thorn it was my duty to com|ml them to remain where they were while I searched the house. Mrs. Midtcson sat down pale and trembling; her daughter oolpred high. “Mother,” she said, “why do you stand by and listen to such slanders? It is false 1 Let this man search the house if he will; my brother is as inno cent as I am 1” No opjMisition was offered to my search. It was entirely fruitless, how ever there was nowhere auy trace of tho ltqwn bird. Nevertheless I con- eltldeir to Temnin tlioro quietly for a day or two, to sec what a little waiting might bring forth. Tho same afternoon Clara Muttcsoii came in, as l sat by tho piar.r.a window, keeping a quiet watch on all the sur roundings. "Mr. Meredith,” alio aniil, softly, " mother thinks 1 have boon rude to you. She says it was not your fault, iiersotial- ly, that you were sent here—on such a mistake, and perhaps she is right. I am very sorry if I have hurt your fool- iugs." The pretty, penitent way in which she spoke quite won my heart, and a few questions on my part seemed to un lock the hidden recesses of her coufl- donce. 8I10 talked at first shyly, but uiterxTurd with more assurance, of hor- dt'lf, her absent brother and her mother, giving tnu a thousand artlcHH little fam ily details which I almost drended to hear. The twilight talk was ono of the pi ssontest of my hy-uo means univer sally pleasant life, ami 1 waa considera bly annoyed when it was broken in up on by the arrival of the Drowuville con stables who were to watch through the night. At the sound of their footsteps on the piazza floor, Clara rose up nnd .sat down again, confused and friglit- ened. " O, Mr. Moreilith—those moa—” “lie easy, Miss Mstteson," I said ; "you shall in no wb.v bo annoyed by them. Your privacy shall not be broken in upon, believe me.” "I know I mn silly," faltered Clara, “ but oh I it seems so dreadful I ” My orders to the moti were brief and Buccinct. I stationed them ns seemed best to me, and then returned to spend the evening witli Miss Mstteson. And when I was at length left alone I could not help thiukiug—G<h1 forgive me— how muoh moro winning ami graceful she was than poor Kitty Elton. At length an answer came to my re port to Mr. Clenner—it was sin rt and to the purpose : “ Come back—vou are only losing time. If tbo bird has flown we must look elsewhere for him." I read the missive with a pang. Clara Mutteson’s cheek deepened in color as I announced my departure to her. “You have been far kinder than we dared to hope, Mr. Meredith,” she said is I hold her hand in mine, ’’ Yon will think of me sometimes, Clara ?" 1110 leader will easily see how oux iu- timney nad progressed. She smiled, hung her hood, and, taking a pair of scissors from tlie table, severed one bright block curl from the abundant treses that hung over her forehead. “ Keep this, Mr. Meredith, in memory of me." was—for she had laughed, hut did not seem displeased. Mr. Clonher seemed annoyed when I got bark to tho bureau—rather an un reasonable proceeding on his part, for I certainly did all that man could do under tho circumstances. “ We have been mistaken nil tho way through, it aaems," he said, biting his lip. “Strange—very strange—I was never mistaken Indore in my calcula tions. Well, we must try agniii," I went to Kitty Elton’s that night, Hhe received mo with a sweet, shy sad ness of welcome that should have mode me tho happiest man in tho world ; but it did not. Clara Matteson’s dark beauty seemed to stand lwtween me and her like a visible burner. Whon I took my leave there were tears in her eyos, “ Kitty, you aro crying I ” "Because yon ore changed. Edward, yon do not love mo as well as ycu did I" “Kitty, what nonsense) I” I woa voxed with her, simply lmeaine I knew her accusation was true, But T kissed hor once more, nnd took my lenvo, moody, and dissatisfied. When I reached the office next morn ing, Mr. Clenner was not there. " Ho has gone to Drownville,” said my fellow detective ; " ho wont last night.’, " To Drownville I” I waa seriously annoyed. Did Mr. Clenner distrust tho aocnrscy of my re ports? Or did he imagine that I was unable to institute a thorough anil com plete investigation of tho premises ? “ It’s very strange," I mused uloud. “ .Tones laughed. “ Well,” he said “you know Clenner has a way of doing strange tilings. De pend upon it, ho Iiuh good reason for his conduct," I wna sitting at my desk two days subsequently, whon tho door glided noiselessly open anil Clenner himself ontored. “You are back again, sir? and what luck ? ” " The liest.” "You don’t mean to say it” “Edward Meredith, I knew I could not he entirely mistaken. Parley Mat- teson is in the next room — half nu hour from now he will he in prison.” “ Where did you apprehend him ?’’ “ At home in his mother's house.” “But—” “ He was there all the timo yon re mained there. Ned, my hoy, you've mndo a blunder for oneo ; but don't let it linppon again,” “ Whut do you monn, sir?” For reply he opened the door of tho private inner apartment, Ids own special sanctum. A slight, hovish figure leaned against the window smoking a cigarette, witli black curls tossed buck from a marble-white brow, and brilliant eyes. Ho mockingly inclined Ins howl as I stared at him, with a motion nut unfa miliar to me. “ Clara Mattesnn I ” “Yes,” he said, ill a soft, sarcastic voice ; "Clara Mnttoson, or Perloy Mat- teson, #>r whatever you olioose to call me 1 Many thanks for your politeness, Detective Meredith, nnd, if you would like another lock of linir—" I turned away, burning soarlot, while Mr. Clenner closed the door. “ Never mind, my boy, it will lie a lesson to you," lie mild, laughing. “ lie makes a very pretty girl, but I am not at all susceptible.” What a double-dyod fool I had boon! I hud luat the reward—failed in the esti mation of my fellow-officers, and be haved like a brute to poor Kitty—nnd all for what ? I went to Kitty and told her tho whole atory, and, to my surprise, the dear, faithful little creature loved 1110 just hh well as ever. " I won’t he jealous of Porley Matte- son, Edward,” she said, smiling, “what ever I might bo of bis sister. And, dearest, don't be discouraged. I'll wait as long as you please, nnd you will he 11 second Mr. Clenner yet.” Hhe was determined to look on the bright side of things, this littlo Kitty of mine I But 1 felt the mortification none tho less keenly, although, as Mr. Clea ner Buid, it would undoubtedly prove 11 good lesson to me. Perley Matteson’s girlish beauty is eclipsed in tho State's prison—nor do I pity him. The stake for which lie played was high—and lie lost.—Chicago Inter Ocean. oir. Was 1 foolish to press Iho jetty l'ing- -t to my lips ere 1 laid it closely against Thu report of the Britisli Postmaster General shows an increase of 14.8 per cent, in the numbor of registered letters for the postal year eudod March 81, and u decrease of 2.2 per cent, in number and 2.7 )>er cent, in amount of money- orders for the same period. Tho money- order system has not oome up to public oxjieotatiou either in this country or Great Britain. It is a clumsy contriv ance. Tliero aro too many forms to bo observed ; the delay in getting tho order or the “ advice ” is often considerable, and the loss of lime in proportion. The utility of the money-order is much di minished in this country by permitting the clerks in large cities to keep bank hours. Laboring men and women who have to go to the office in person to get orders cashed or written lose part of their valuable time merely to save the postal clerks from inconvenience. Tht money-order system is, in a measure, 11 failure. It will eventually be super seded by the introduction of negotiable postal checks and an extension of the registry system, which is now almost nil absolute protection against loss, and is more expeditious and economical aud simpler than the money-order. The hippodrome in Paris recently started running-matches for ladies, and at Niraes tho organizer of the hull-fights has engaged women instead of men to act as matadors. HOW THEY PLAYED IT DISCO YE HE It. Ho was on liis way homo from Lend- villo, says an exchange. He had on • ragged, old summer snit, a bad hat, and ho hnd been taking his meals about thirty hours apart to make his money carry him through. "Yes; I liko the country out that wny,” he replied to the query. “ Tho climate is good, the scenery is fine and some of tho people aro as honest as needs 1«. The tronble is knowing how to take the bad ones.” " I should think that would lie easy.” "Yes, it looks that way ; bnt I had some ex]>erienee. I am the original dis- kiverer of the richest mine around Ijcad- ville. Yes, I am the very man, though you couldn't think it to see these old clothes.” " Then you don't own it now?” " Not a bit of it. I’ll explain. I was piking around on the hills and fouud signs. I collected acme Rjieeimens for assay, staked off a elaim anil vent off to tho osHiiyerV. It was two days Imforo lie lot me know that I had struck the richest ore that he had ovor assayed, and then I hurried back to my claim. Hang my buttons if it hadn't been jumped. ” " How ?” “ Why, a gang of sharpers hod found tho s|iec, anil built up a |K>)e shanty, and litiug out a sign of First Baptist Church over the door. True ax shoot ing, they hail; anil tho law out there is that no man cau sink a shaft within 200 feet of a church building. Tlioy saw me coming, and when I got them were hold ing a revival. Tliero were six of them, and they got up one aftor another and told how wicked they hail boon and how sorry they wore, anil—would you believe it?—they had tho cheek to aslc ino to lead off in singing. I went to law, but they beat me. Throe days after tho ver dict the First BaptistOharch was hunted down, nnd before the ashes wore cold the congregation were developing a mine worth over $8,000,000. You see, 1 didn't know how to tuko them." "Was there any particular way to take them?” “ You bet there was 1 I ought to linvo opened on tliat revival with a Winches ter rifle, and given tho Coroner $50 for a verdict that they came to their death from too much religion.” TUB KMULIHH •LOBE. The average English joke tins its (xv culiuritics. A sort of mollow distance. A kind of cluudonod reluctance. A coy and timid, yet trusting, though evanes cent intangibility which softly lingers in tho troubled air, and lulls the tired senses to dreamy rest, like tho subdued murmur of a hoarse jackass about nine miles up the guloh. He must lie a hard, mieil wretch indeed who has not felt his bosom hoavo and the scalding tears steal down liis furrowed cheek lifter he has rend an English joke. There can be no lmpu for the man who has not been touched by the gentle, pleading, yet all potent, sadness. oihIkhKh^ in the humor ous paragraph of tho true Englishman. One may fritter nwny his existence in chasing the follies of our day and gener ation and have naught to look hack iq>on but a choice assortment of robust regrets, but if he will stop in liis aud career to road an Eugliih pun his attention will be culled to the solemn thought that life is ufter all but a tearful journey to the tomb. Death and disaster on every hand may fail to turn the minus of n thought less world to serious matters, but when the London funny man grapples with a particularly skittish and evasive joke, with its weeping-willow attachment, and burls it at a giddy anil reckless liumaui- ty, a prolonged wail of anguish goes tip from broken hearts and a aowW pnll hii.igs in the gludsome sky like a pair of soldier pants with only one suB)>endsr.— Laramie Hoomerang. According to tho rerncions foreign correspondents, ’is 'ighness llalhcrt Hcilward, and his most gracious mother her Majesty the Queen, have had a regular old out-and-outer. The privacy of tho royal house has Ix-eu so far in vaded as to secure the facts. The royal family of England is intermarried witli all the petty Kings and I’rinces of tho continent, aud, according to custom, when any poor relation dies the whole hr useholil must go into mourning. Tho Duke of Hairy Coburg died a few days ug<>, just when the Goodwood races were in full swing, nnd when the Prince of Wales wuh enjoying himself very much indeed at the niausioii of the Duke of Richmond. Instantly (ho Queen tele graphed to tho Prince, desiring him to return to London. The Prince sent hack word that he could feel just as sor ry for the departed second cousin nt Goodwood a* at Marlborough House. The Queen insisted on his not going to the races. The Trinco replied thut lie must, whereupon the Queen, in a grant rage, telegraphed positive orders to the Duke of Richmond not to ullow any dancing at Goodwood House during the races. Thus Wales went to the races during the daytime, hut had to content himself without disporting the light fan tastic toe, which he loves to wield when there are moderately light, fantastic Indies about. When tho Prince next mot the old lady she gave him a piece of her mind, and but for his age and size would doubtless Lave warmed bis royal trousers. stories aDout inmans who nave taaen kindly to tho plow, and who have even worn toothpicks, oome in from the West now nnd then, but not until lately woe there any positive evidence that the sav age iH becoming really oivilized. White Thunder buttonholed Secretary Kirk wood and actually asked him for an office—the i>osition made vacant by the death of Spotted Tail. It is true that the Secretary has no control of the chieftain ship of the Brule Sioux, hut the faot re mains that the Indian is su office-seeker, and therefore civilized. OUM JVVESILE3. Th* Anhrry Club. Ill try the arrow And band th* bow; Tha arc hen. are watttaf, And we matt go. Oor chib bee offered A lovely prt*e— A bow end quiver Of man tier site l The bow of laneo-wood la five fleet long; The feathered arrowe Are true aud strong. If I ahould win it— Oh, dearie me I The happieet girl In i-M world Fd be! Wc each have a name In our “ Indian Club n Will ie our chieftain, “ Rutva-dib-dub.” f am ,4 Palebloeeom,” Queen of our reoe; Elate in 14 lioeebud,” Currie **Brcwnfaoe.” 41 Eagle-Eye,” 44 BUdthawk,” 4 * Nft*A»-«iy-die, M 44 Thundercloud,” * 4 Snowflake,” 44 Up-ln-the-eky,'* Are tiUre we give To Charley and Dan, Rtdiert and Eddie, Lily and Fan. Oh, which of theee ten The prise ahall win T I hear them coining With whoop and dm I And now to meet them We’ll *]>e*d away ; Then 1 ahaiI tell yon Who wiua to-day T — Ttmlh't Oomjtanion, Orandpn*B Wolf Story. "Grandpa, won’t you tell us stones ifoin now till bed-timu about what hap- I>cned a long time ago, when yoii first came to Lwliana ? ” said a littlo girl to her grandpa, a few evenings ago. Ho grandpa related to us a story of a young mail being pursued by wolves, which occurred in Putnam county, in the early settlement of that part of tho country. At that time there wero a great many wolves in the woods. The men would take their guns and go to bunt them. "Oneevening,’’said grandpa, “aparty of these men met at ono of the houses in tho settlement to go wolf-huuting. As they were making preparations for the limit, in order that they might be more successful, they nibbed a certain kind of oil on tbe soles of their boots, tho scent of which attracts the attention of ani mals. While doing this a young man, being present, asked them to put anno on his ImmiIm, only making light of them, which they did. Then thoy aot out on their hunt. This young man hod quite a distance to travel that evening through a dense forest in which wero no settle ments. As he walked leisnrely along all went on quietly for a time, bnt at length his attention was attracted by the howl of a wolf; however, at first it caused no particular alarm. But, licfore he had proceeded far, lie found that tho wolves were collecting in quite a large number, anil were fust pursuing him. At this be beeums much alarmed; ho knew that before bo could reach home, or even get out of the forest, the wolves would over take him. He saw he must soon seek a place of refnge from tho hungry and ex cited beasts. " He quickened Ills pace from a slow, leisurely xvalk to a hurried run, yet liis pursuers were rapidly gaiuing on him. He now espied a partially completed hut, in which he thought to take refuge, but on rooehing the place the wild animals were so close upon him he had not timo to dose the door, bnt sprang ^up<in the joists, for there was no ceiling or loft in the house, lint soon fonnd this to be no place ot safety, as tno woives leaped fiercely at him. But now ho must plan seme menus of escape, so he seized a board with which lie managed to push the door shut; then, slipping a board in the roof, he climbed out and down tho outside of tho hut. Louviug liis enemies Intrapped in the room, ho hastened to the nearest settlement and got help and killed the beasts which hail so eagerly pursued him. There wero about fifteen of tho wolves. He proved moro success ful than the hunters.”—Indianapolis Journal. The AjtprcHflce** l.rap. Hnnset over London on a fine summer evening in tho days of “genid Queen Bess; ” tall, quaint old houses, with peaked roofs and countless gables, stand ing up on every sido. and the Thames lying in the midst liko a broad sheet of gold, save where it was flecked by tho dark shadow of London bridge, then n regular street, with houses along each side of it. .Tust above tho middle arch rose a houso larger than tho rest—that of Sir William Hewet, cloth-workor and Burg ess of the city of London. The sunset pilule a glory upon the windows of the old mansion and lighted up the balcony, ou which Sir William’s baby daughter was crowing and clapping hor tiny hands with great glee at the sight of it. nnd stole into the work-room, where the youngest apprentice, Edward Os borne, was beginning his task by sing ing the ballad of “Brave Lord Willough by,” wbioh was ns jiopalar in tliat sge an “Glory Hallelujah ’’ is in this. “Ah, If I could bnt have a chance ot doing such a deed as that,” murmured tho boy as he ended. “ Well, well, my brave lad,” answered the cheery voice of old Sir William, who had entered the room unperoeived, “ you're on the ngtr„ road to tt by being diligent at your work. Keep to that, meanwhile, nnd never fear but the chance of doing great deeds will oome all in good time. ” Little did either speaker or hearer glides how soon and in what way those words wero to come true. (Scarcei v nail the old knight left the room when the boy was startled hy a sudden shriek from the balcony overhead, and hy something white flashing past the win dow. Sir William Howet’s only child gggpgffgB— had Va p«<| out of her nnrae’s arms, and | fallen headlong into the river. The faint splash waa instantly an swered by a much louder one, and the distracted household, as they rushed in % body to the fatal balcony, saw Ed ward Osborne’s brown curly head far down the smning stream, snooting straight as an arrow toward the tinv white rpeck that floated a little lieyond him. “ He has her 1" "Nol ” "Yesl" "No, he’s gone past. Htay 1 he's turning again.” « Hurrah 1 lie’s got her st last. Thank God." The anxious father’s straining eyes were already too dim to see anything clearly, bnt the joyous shout of the keen-eyed servimr-men told him that all was weu, and in auoiner moment no was hurrying towaid the scene of action as fast as his feet could carry him. But tlie jieril was not over yet. Good swimmer ns ho was, the furious whirl of tho current, together with the weight of his own wet cTotlies and tnose nt the child, wna fearful olds against the bravo apprentice. Twice liis head dropped below the surface, and all seemed over : bnt he still hold the rescued infant above the water with one hand, while struggling for life with the other. “Courage, my hearty," said a hoarse voice beside him. “Hold up just an other minute, and all’s well." At the sumo moment a Ixiat pulled by two sturdy watermen, who had put off' from ttie shoro ou the first alarm, came sweeping up to the sinking boy. A strong hand caught the child from his failing grasp, while, in another instant, ho wns seised and dragged into the Ixiat after her, just as the last remnant of liis overtasked strength gave way. "Git her head round, Tom,” said ono of the lxintmou to his comrade, " anil pull with a will, for that’s the young ster's father running this way, or I'm much mistaken.” (Scarcely had the boat touched the wharfher return, whon old Hewet sprang into her like a madmnn, nnd, finding his child unhurt, flung his arms round tho neck of the half-drowned ap- jreutice. "God bless .nee, my son I ’’ oriod he, fervently. “ Let them never call thee a Ixiy furnin, for fow men would have dared as much.” “Let them call him a hero,” Haid a voice behind him. Tho boy lookixl up with a start. Bo- fore him stood the handsomest man he hnd ever seen, in a rich court dress, looking down upon him with grave, kindly eyes. It was Sir Walter Raleigh, famous oven then as one of the greatest men whom England bad over produced, but dew».neii lo oucuiuo moro tnrnou* still as the colonizer of Virginia. Ten years from that day there wns a great merry-making in the old house on London Bridge, and Sir William Hewet, still brisk and cheery an ever, though liis hair was now white as snow, sat at the head of his own table, amid a circle of guests, whose names are in every history of England. At his right hand sat liis daughter’s newly-made husband—a tall, fine-looking young mAn, whose clear, bright eyes faced that brilliant iiHscmblugc as boldly as they hnd looked down ou tho foaming waters of tho Thames years before. “ This is the man to whom I have given my girl, fuir sirs,” Baid the old knieht. “ Many a rich man and mnnv a grandee have asked me for her ; but 1 always said, ' Let the liest mau win.’ ” “ And so he has,” cried Hir Walter Raleigh, grasping Osborne’s hand; “ nnd the fairest lass in London may be proud to bear his name, for I’ll warrant it will lie famous yet.” Raleigh s|>oke truly. A month later, tlie cx-annrontice was Hir Edward Os borne; yet s tew years, and he had bo-, oome Sherifi ; and when the Hpauish Arrunda came, foremost among tho de fenders of England wns Osbomo, Lord Mayor of London, from whom tho EugliHh Dukes of Leeds are still proud to trace tlieix descent.—Harper's Young People. SAME SPEECH. Sometimes, but rarely, one may be caught making the same s(>eeeh twice over, and yet lie held blameless. A cer tain lecturer after performing in an in- land city, whore dwells a littcratricc ot note, wus invited to meet hor with oth ers over the social tea-cup. She pleas antly referred to liis many wanderings in his new occupation. "Yes,” he re plied, " I am like tho huma, tho bird that never lights, lieing always in the enrs, iU he is always on the wing.’’ Years elapsed. The lecturer visited the same place, luul another Bocial cup after the lecture, and a second meeting with the distinguished lady. “You aro con stantly going from place to place,” she said. “Yes,” he answored, “I am like the liuma,” and finished the sentence oa before. What- horrors when it flashed over him that ho had made this fine speech, word for word, twice ovor I Yet it wa* not true, as the lady might have inferred, that he luwl embellished his conversation with tho huma daily during that interval of years. On the contrary, he had nover once thought of ttie odious fowl until the recurrence of the same circum stances brought up the same idea. He should have been proud of the accuracy of his mental adjustments. A shipment ol 1,962 pounds of gold quartz, from Nevada county, Cal., wns lately reduced nt Han Francisco, yield ing $116,337. This is considered to huve been the richest spiecimen of gold quartz ever obtained from any mine. In weight one-quarter of the material was gold ; in bulk one-twenty-eighth, a» the spe cific gravity of the rock in which gold is found is seven times less than tliat of gold. PLEASANTRIES. A perfectly square man is 'round nt the right time. Bees think there is no place like comb -—houey comb. After man came woman, nnd she lias been after him ever since. Electricity in Franklin's timo was a wonder • now wo make light of it. The difference between n boy and a lice is that a boy’s happiest days are his school days, and a lxx)'s are '.ts swarm days. A little boy remarked; "I hke grandpa because be is such n gentle manly man; he always tells mo to liilp myself to sugar. Wb aro told that a man’s Ixxly is tnree-fourths composed of water, but it is hard to believe this while looking at a Cincinnati man. —Poston Post Old proverb : “ The darky s hour is just before the dawn,” remarked Sambo, when ho started out liefore day break to steal a young chicken for breakfast. It is said that kerosene will remove stains from furniture. It has also been known to remove the furnitnre, stains and all, with the stove and a red-headod servant girl thrown in ofttimes. Whenkvkr au enthusiastic fisherman speaks of choice trout as "speckled beautieSj” all tho freckled-faced girls within hearing simper, blush and mur mur : “ O, tho insincere man.” Miir. Sprigoins was boasting of her new house. Tho windows, she said, were all stained, "Tliats too bad 1 But won’t turpentine or benzine wash it off?" asked the good Mrs. Oldbody. “ I’ve often hoard of the fruits of mar riage,” said Bubbles, when informed tlint he was the father of twins ; " but 1 most seriously protest against having those fruits presented to me in tho shape of pairs.” A cmrHicH lived; a chicken died; 11 in drotnutioltii end hl§ wlnge wero fried, Hie feathers by a dealer dried, And, very shortly after, dyed. Boul he had none. Admitting that, How comae itt There U|M>n her hat Ilia plntnea—a iuo r 1*1 chtckeiTa—rlee A glorious bird of paradise. " Ah,” said a great rascal to a writer, " what a capital story you could mako if I were to toll yon my lif6.” “Go ahead, I'm listening." " Yes, but you see that which is interesting I can’t toll, and that which I can tell is not interest ing.” At the restaurant: " Bali 1 what a steak. One-half the cookH ought to be sent whore they came from.” "Yes, bnt where do they come from ?” " linvo you never heard that Cxxl sens* the food and the other gentleman tho rxxiks ?" " Where Is tho island of Java sit uated ?” asked a school-teoelie* of a small, rntlior forlorn-looking boy. "I dunno, sir.” “ Don’t you know whero coffee comes from? ” " Yes, sir, wo borrows it rondy parched from the next- door neigh bor.” Hwkkt flowers! that from your sunny noofe» Give welcome to the vernal sun! How Joyous as each bright»ye looka Aloft, doth soom tho life began, llow eloquent yo seem of duy§ When lover* near yonr haunts will chance; And she your dainty forms will prsle^ Aud ho up sodded cliffs will pranu., Aud got—much vordure on his panw The last word received from the ad venturous Stanley was to the effect tliat ho was lying at tho point of donth in Central Africa. |Tlio universal sympa thy which his death under such circum stances would excite, would show how different liis position is now from wliut it was when lie first, became known as an African explorer. Doubts wero then cast u|K)ii liis voracity. It was said tlint liis reports from Livingstone wore bogus aud sensationnl; that ho lind merely skirted the coast and returned to civilization ; that ho wns not much of nn explorer after nil. Then liis science was attacked, liis written style, liis courage, anil finally his humanity. He came out of the trial well. Every word tlint he brought from Livingstone was estab lished by proof. He added to his other exploits the marvelous trip down the Congo, and nt last had the pleasure of sceiug his famo as an African exploror resting upon a solid foundation His re turn to the Dark Continent on a commer cial expedition was a wild goose chase. He must have known that the plan of fixing trading-stations in Equatorial Af rica was doomed to failure. His con nection with that enteqirise is tho moro remarkable on this account. The New York Times advances u new theory to account for it, supposing him to have been affected by tho African fever, which has soized nil explorers before him, and has seldom let one go until death. Livingstone’s mind was touched by it; and Stanley himself in liis last visit to America allowed what ravages it had wrought upon him. The theory is ingenious and ulausiblo. I'nE mummies fonnd recently nt Thebes in an cxtraordinarily-excellent iitnte of preservation were contempor aries of Moses. One of them wns what- we Americans call the " remains ” of the particular Phnraoh who made it uncom monly lively for the chuaen people be fore they concluded t . quit tho land of Egypt and the house of bondage. Sev eral papyri, supposed to be of great his torical value, aro exhumed with tho company of Kings and I’rinces, some thirty-six in all. These papyri hnvo not yet been deciphered. Should they be, some additional mistakes of Moses muv be discovered. Canes cut from tho battlefields of Chicamuuga anil Mission Riilgo will soon bo offered for sale ut $1 each, to raise funds for the erection of a $10,000 Methodist Church in Chattanooga.
